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themculibrary · 1 year ago
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Fics With AJ & Cass Wilson Masterlist
bedside manner (ao3) - writethewolvesaway G, 3k
Summary: “You okay, Cass?” he asks. 
“I-” Cass clutches at his water again. “I don’t really,” his voice cracks, “ I don’t really feel so good.”"
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Cass falls sick when Bucky is watching him. And other things happen, kind of. That's the main thing, though.
Blow out the Candles (ao3) - TrinityDay bucky/sarah G, 2k
Summary: Bucky knew something was up. Sam's veiled references and his coded conversations with his nephews weren't very subtle. Sarah had an explanation, but it still caught Bucky off-guard. He hadn't considered his upcoming birthday factored into it at all.
But then, it had been a long time since anyone had planned a surprise for Bucky's birthday.
But Is He Good With Kids? (ao3) - OneBuckyBitch sam/bucky N/R, 1k
Summary: Sam's been falling in love with Bucky for a while, but what's the tipping point that draws a confession from him? Funny enough, the Winter Soldier is really good with kids, and Sam's heart is a goner.
eagle three (ao3) - ToxicLxki G, 1k
Summary: By the time they were pulling back into Delacroix, they were no longer AJ, Cass and Bucky, but instead Eagle one, Eagle two and Eagle three, and they were on a mission.
Etude (ao3) - rebellconquerer bucky/sarah T, 5k
Summary: AJ gets into a fight. It pushes both him and Bucky to do some growing. 
"Bucky takes another necessary bite of his ice cream to buy himself a moment to think. He glances over to see Cass watching him, clearly waiting for his reaction, waiting for him to… parent? Oh God, that's what's happening right now. He's parenting. A task that neither the military, hydra, nor any other aspect of his life has prepared him for."
Find Our Way Home (ao3) - Lokinyan G, 15k
Summary: Bucky is invited to stay with the Wilson Family over Christmas.
Friends Don’t Trip the Light Fantastic (ao3) - SunsetMaiden sam/bucky T, 1k
Summary: “Uncle Sam and Uncle Bucky are showing Cass how to dance,” AJ stage whispered as he munched on a bowl of pretzels. His eyes were wide behind his glasses, as if he had never found anything so entertaining in his life.
“Are they now?” Sarah asked with a near snort.
For two people trying to teach a kid something, Sam and Bucky were paying said kid very little attention as they opted to bicker instead.
hold on, i’m coming (ao3) - philthestone G, 1k
Summary: “Do you ever get tired of being good?”
Sam crosses his arms and hums. “What makes you think I’m good?” he says.
AJ gives him a look. “Everyone says so. And I can tell.”
“Can’t listen to everyone, AJ. That’s dangerous. Gotta think for yourself.” That’s something Sam’s Dad used to tell ‘em, all the time.
“Well, Mom says so. Bucky says so too, a lot. They ain’t everyone, they love us.”
if you got the notion (i second that emotion) (ao3) - CrimsonPetrichor sam/bucky G, 5k
Summary: If there is a field that Sam’s kind of an expert in at this point, it’s admiring a good view: earth from the deck of the Guardians’ new spaceship, the skyline of Birnin Zana against the mountains in the distance, lightning bugs flitting around the backyard as the sun dips behind the trees.
Now, on a breezy May afternoon, Sam stands a little ways away and considers the deadliest assassin of the twentieth century as he watches a middle school choir performance, and not a great one at that.
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Sam and Bucky go to a carnival and feel some feelings.
letters we never sent (ao3) - MissAmyShay bucky/sarah G, 6k
Summary: Bucky likes Sarah. Sarah likes Bucky.
Cass and AJ think it’s time for their relationship to progress to a new level.
New Names, Same Love (ao3) - orphan_account bucky/sarah T, 5k
Summary: Bucky swears he feels his heart swell in enamor even more upon hearing AJ’s words. He knew the boys loved him (because it was very much reciprocated on his end), but hearing AJ verbalize it out loud in such a sentimental way like this, that he loved Bucky and thought of him a second father figure was enough to make him cry.
He looks over at Cass, whose yet to offer an input on the conversation. With Cass being older and actually having recollected memories of their father, he knew it was probably more challenging for him to hear his brother refer to another man as their father. Bucky also knew there was a high possibility that he would be more reluctant on calling Bucky dad anytime soon, or ever, unlike his brother. 
a domestic fluff piece featuring bucky and the boys. followed by a little buckysarah scene at the end ;)
Noticing (ao3) - Pickwick12 bucky/sarah G, 1k
Summary: "Bucky realizes what’s missing"
Home from his honeymoon, Bucky gets up to speed with each member of his family and helps Cass navigate a new and difficult experience.
one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind (ao3) - writethewolvesaway G, 1k
Summary: Sam, Bucky, Sarah, and the kids visit the Air and Space museum.
Popsicle Standoff (ao3) - Sarifinasnightmare sarah/bucky T, 1k
Summary: Cass and AJ rescue a kitten. Bucky has a soft spot for cats and decides to aid and abet them in hiding the little floof from their mother.
Postcard (ao3) - orphan_account sam/bucky G, 2k
Summary: Bucky buys too much gifts for the kids. Sam gives his first love letter. Sarah calls Bucky an idiot. AJ can't break an egg.
They all love each other so much.
Scorpion Games (ao3) - Sholio T, 12k
Summary: Sam's nephews have been taken by HYDRA. Zemo is getting them back. No matter what.
The Candy Hunt (ao3) - endlesstwanted bucky/sarah G, 1k
Summary: Sarah and Bucky come back from a Halloween party in Delacroix to find AJ and Cass still awake from trick-or-treating with friends.
The Things We’re Grateful For (ao3) - little0bird sam/bucky, past sam/riley T, 9k
Summary: Bucky joins Sam's family for their big Thanksgiving dinner. Not everyone is overjoyed to see the former Winter Soldier at the dinner table, but Bucky's got a few people on his side.
And Cass and AJ teach Bucky how to play Uno.
weekend at the wilson’s (ao3) - orphan_account bucky/sarah T, 3k
Summary: With her out of town, that meant that Bucky would be assigned her duties in her substitution. He’s watched the boys before but it’s never been for more than a few hours (considerably the reason for Sarah’s prior concerns.) But Bucky had siblings of his own and he knew how to tend to children’s needs. Cass and AJ weren’t even difficult children to begin with anyway, so he wasn’t worry about the end results of this weekend at all.
or bucky’s first weekend alone watching the boys.
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dreamwritesimagines · 1 month ago
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Declassified [6] - Election Day
A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful support my loves, you are so amazing🩷 I hope you like this chapter as well! 🥰 And please let me know what you think! 🩷
Pairing: Congressman!Bucky x Female!Reader
Summary: A hug can mean many things.
Warnings: Explicit language, drinking, angst, yearning.
Word Count: 5252
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The election day.
You were so on edge that when you got to work, you could barely hear the chaos with blood rushing in your ears. The whole team was busy, some making phone calls, some rushing through the office with papers in hand, and some talking to each other. You knew Sam was already there for moral support, probably in Bucky’s office, and apparently Sarah had brought AJ and Cass so that they could all be there for Bucky. You waved at them, then made your way to your desk to put your purse on it, Caleb coming closer the minute you did.
“I talked to the bar,” he said. “They’ll close it down for us.”
You took a deep breath and sat down. “Okay.”
“We’re gonna celebrate and I’ll try every single cocktail there.”
“I hope so.”
“Don’t look so tense.” He reached out to squeeze your hand. “He’s gonna nail it.”
You looked around. “He’s in his office?”
“Mm hm. With Sam and Sarah.” He eyed you up and down. “You could go in and wish him luck, you know? I get why you’ve been avoiding him for two months, but today is kind of special.” 
You blinked a couple of times, then cleared your throat.
“How’s the voter turnout looking?”
“Pretty good so far— are you seriously not going to go and say hi?”
“I have like one thousand things to do,” you murmured and switched your laptop on. “It’s the election day.”
“Oh is it?” Caleb asked with a grin. “I was wondering why everyone was so on edge, must be why.”
You let out a laugh as he walked away and you texted Kelsey who was probably with Bucky in his office, then lifted your head when AJ and Cass ran to your desk.
“Hey there.” You smiled at them. “What’s up?”
“Are you very busy?”
You looked at the hundreds of notifications on your laptop and your phone, then shook your head.
“Nope,” you lied. “And either way, I can always make the time for the most awesome kids in the world. How can I help you guys?”
“We have a couple of questions,” AJ said and you hummed.
“Well then it’s your lucky day, because I’m so good at answering questions,” you told them. “Ask away.”
“When will we know the results?”
“After the polls close and they count the votes, so around the evening.”
“How many votes do we need?”
“Mm, that’s a bit tricky,” you said. “We obviously need more than the opponent, but I’m aiming for 170,000.”
AJ’s eyes widened. “Do you know that many people?”
“Nope,” you said. “But more than that many people know Bucky.”
Cass shifted his weight as if he was trying to decide whether to ask another question but then he took a deep breath like he was gathering his courage, making you bite back a smile.
“Yes, Cass?”
“Will Uncle Bucky be president one day?”
“Whoa, that’s such a smart question,” you said and a proud smile lit up his face. “That’s a good one, let me think…The biggest factor is whether he wants to or not. Did you ask him?”
He shook his head. “We haven’t yet.”
“You think he’d make a good president?”
“Yeah, he’s awesome!” Cass said. “If he wants to be president, will you make that happen?”
“Me?”
“He always says you’re the best at everything.”
You could feel the warmth in your chest. “Does he?”
“Yeah, mom asked him about you the other day, and he said you—”
“Boys!” Sarah called out, making them turn to her as she approached your desk. “Let her work, she’s very busy.”
“Multitasking is my middle name,” you told her with a grin while AJ and Cass walked away from you and Sarah leaned back to your desk.
“How do you feel?”
“Tense,” you said and nodded in the direction of Bucky’s office. “How’s he doing?”
“He can’t stop pacing,” she said. “Kelsey had to repeat herself like three times just now, so I’m sure he’d appreciate it if you went in for some encouragement.”
You averted your eyes, shaking your head.
“I’d love to, but I’m swamped with work,” you said, clicking on your emails and Sarah hummed.
“You’ve been avoiding him for two months now.”
“I don’t know why everybody keeps saying that, I’m not avoiding him. I work for the guy.”
“Right. So this whole thing has nothing to do with the fact that he got himself a girlfriend two months ago?”
Your head shot up, your eyes widening and you opened your mouth, then closed it, frantically searching for the right words.
“Wha—he—” you stammered. “Why would that be relevant? That’s not relevant, I almost forgot he has a girlfriend—what? What makes you think it’s relevant?”
Very smooth.
Sarah gave you a look. “Come on.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about Sarah.”
“It’s just a funny coincidence that you decided to put this distance between you two months ago, considering you two were basically inseparable before Hazel entered the picture.”
“I’ve just been busy with work and my own relationship,” you managed to say. “I don’t care about his relationship, he seems happy enough.”
“Hazel is nice,” Sarah admitted and you snorted.
“She’s also gorgeous, a billionaire and has a successful business,” you murmured, quickly typing your response to the next email. “But who’s keeping count?”
“But I don’t think their relationship will last.”
That made you look up from your screen, your stomach doing a flip. “Wait what? Why not?”
Sarah shot you a smug smile, then shrugged her shoulders and walked away from you, making you shake your head.
“Alright,” you muttered to yourself. “Election day. Keep your head in the game, do not get distracted.”
                                                                        *
After the polls were closed, everyone went to the bar to watch the results. There was no reason to stay in the office anymore; you were either going to move it to the DC or find yourselves new jobs, and either way, staying in the office was not going to change whatever the outcome was.
After you had done everything in the office until the afternoon, you and Caleb had gone to a polling station to make sure everything was going well. When it was closed, Caleb had gone straight to the bar while you returned to the office to grab your coat but as soon as you stepped inside, you pulled your brows together.
Bucky’s office light was on.
Ah.
 Your phone buzzed in your hand and you checked the texts, smiling to yourself before making your way to his office. Your heart was beating in your ears as you knocked on the door and opened it to find him half sprawled on his desk, resting his head on his crossed arms.
His voice came out muffled when he spoke: “Nice perfume.”
“Nice crippling self-doubt,” you replied as you leaned sideways to the doorframe, and he scoffed.
“I’m not having doubts, I’m resting my eyes.”
“On the election night?”
That made him lift his head, making your cheeks feel warm at the sight of his handsome face. It was almost strange, how two months of you avoiding him had done nothing to the magnetic pull you felt whenever you were around him, but you tried to focus.
“Bucky…”
“Don’t tell me any numbers. Don’t.”
“Okay,” you said with a shrug of your shoulders and stepped into the office. “They’re still counting anyway. And everyone is at the bar already, come on.”
He ran his hands through his hair. “Was this a mistake?”
“Nope!” You snapped your fingers. “Get up sergeant, we’re leaving.”
“Birdie—”
“Get up.”
“Have I ever told you how bossy you are?”
“I grew up in a stressful home, my options were limited.”
“What if—”
“Get up, I said we’re leaving,” you said and he heaved a sigh, then got up from his seat and followed you out of the office. It was a warm pleasant evening, and you took a deep breath, then started walking with him beside you.
For a couple of minutes, it was completely silent as if he was too lost in his own thoughts before he cleared his throat.
“Talk to me about something else,” he said. “Please. Or else I’ll lose my mind.”
You pressed your lips together and stole a look at him.
“How’s it going with your girlfriend?”
“She’s nice,” he muttered. “And with your boyfriend?”
“It’s okay,” you said. “He’s at the bar already.”
“So is she.”
Out of the corner of your eye, you could see a couple of familiar faces –journalists— making their way into the bar, making your stomach do a flip.
Bucky may have asked you not to check the results, but that right there was a very, very good sign.
“So 40s dating etiquette isn’t that different than ours?” you asked, trying to distract him and his eyes widened.
“It’s very different,” he said. “Are you kidding? It’s insane nowadays.”
“Do you want me to prepare a handbook for you?” you asked. “A report—hey, I can prepare a Powerpoint?”
That made him let out a chuckle and he came to a stop in front of the bar window, then turned to look at you.
“Birdie,” he said. “Listen, whatever happens…”
“You’ll have to give a speech to the whole team no matter the result,” you reminded him and he shook his head.
“Not this speech,” he said, “I know things have been weird for the last two months, but I—”
The uproar from the bar cut him off and your eyes snapped over his shoulder to find the TV inside, a gasp leaving your lips.
“Oh my God!” you exclaimed and grabbed his wrist to pull him into the bar, the cheers only getting louder the minute you stepped inside. His name was above his opponent’s, the graph showing how many votes they each got and—
Announcing him as the winner.
You turned to him to find him staring at the screen like he couldn’t believe it. A laugh escaped you as his gaze found yours, then he turned his hand so that he could hold your wrist before yanking you to himself to swoop you into his arms, hugging you tight. Your heart was doing flips in your chest as you wrapped your arms around his neck, and let out a squeal when he lifted you off the ground, making you giggle. His hand cradled the back of your head and he buried his face into your hair, took a deep breath, pressed a kiss to your temple, then he put you down.
You were dizzy.
And breathless.
And—
You felt someone grab your arm before Kelsey pulled you into a hug, Caleb soon joining you to turn it into a group hug.
“I told you, we nailed it!” he exclaimed when he pulled back and Kelsey let out a laugh.
“Oh yeah!”
“We did!” you said and Kelsey licked her lips, then leaned in so that you could hear her through the cheers.
“Sorry for the interruption but it looked like he would kiss you, and the press is here.”
“And your boyfriend, and his girlfriend,” Caleb added and you held your breath.
Max was here.
Right.
You looked over your shoulder to find him by the bar, watching you with a slight frown on his face. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Sam hugging Bucky and slapping him on the back, AJ and Cass running around, Sarah smiling at something Sam was saying to Bucky, and multiple people already talking to the press while you made your way to Max and pecked him on the lips.
 “Hey!” you said, smiling brightly at him. “Can you believe this?”
“Yeah.” His eyes darted from you to Bucky, then to you again. “Congratulations.”
“Thank you!” you said while Sarah waved at you, and you waved at her back. “Um, did I make you wait long?”
“Not much,” he said. “Why did you come with him?”
“With Bucky?” you asked. “He was in the office and I had to go get my coat—”
“Birdie!” Caleb called out. “Team photo, come on!”
“Right,” you said. “Max, I need to be in that photo and talk to the press, you know how it goes. Are you okay though?”
“Sure,” he said after a pause. “But can we talk sometime?”
“Absolutely,” you said, already walking away from him to the team. “Drink and have fun, I’ll be back!”
                                                    *
This was why you were in politics.
Tonight was going amazing.
“Yeah, I don’t have the exact voter demographic right now,” you told Gemma, who was a brilliant journalist, while she held her phone close to you so that she could record you. “As you can see, we’re a bit—”
You were cut off when a wave of applause burst through the bar and you turned your head to see Caleb climbing on the bar counter, Kelsey letting out a whistle.
“Alright, alright,” Caleb said and pointed at Bucky with his beer bottle who raised his in turn with a grin. “Bucky made a speech, Paul made a speech, so I’m guessing we can as well.”
“Do it!”
“Take your shirt off and do it!”
“I’m saving that for when I’m more drunk—so let me start by saying,” he said, “there are a lot of journalists here, so I’m going on a record to say that we fucking nailed it!”
The whole bar cheered, laughter echoing in the room.
“It has been very, very challenging,” Caleb said. “I think I’m high on adrenaline but hey, I’m glad Brooklyn made the right choice!”
Cheers got even louder, making Caleb’s grin wider.
“I’m also glad that no one in this room will ever worry about being unemployed ever again!” he said, holding up his phone. “I got five job offers and counting, so Paul, if you feel like giving me a raise…”
All of a sudden, the whole team started shouting numbers.
“I got seven, you amateur!”
“Five!”
“Six!”
“Four and counting!”
“Eight and counting!”
“How many did you get?” Gemma asked, making you turn your attention to her as Caleb climbed down the counter only for another member of the team to climb there.
“Ten and—” you started, then checked your phone. “Oh, sorry. Eleven and counting.”
“That’s amazing.”
“Thank you!”
“And my last question, multiple political sources call you guys Barnes’ Dream Team,” she said. “Job offers only prove that you guys played a huge part in this, so my question is, how did the team approach the strategy? Did you have an exact picture in mind from the beginning, or did you have to adapt a lot?”
“Oh, a combination of both,” you said. “We all got hired at different points during the campaign, but we were lucky to have the type of dynamic that was open to having ideas that feed into each other.”
“Such as using different mediums to reach people?” she asked. “Because at a certain point, you guys were everywhere. Do you think it played a significant part in this outcome?”
“Definitely,” you said. “It was the very first thing we came up with, there would be no corner of Brooklyn that hasn’t heard from us in one way or another. TV, radio, podcasts, social media, town hall meetings—we wanted them to hear us, then decide whether they wanted to vote for him or not. The priority wasn’t the votes; it was to make sure they heard what Bucky would bring to the politics rather than things he was made to do in the past. We’re lucky he doesn’t get tired because I doubt any other candidate would be able to handle the type of schedule we put in front of him.”
“Is he easy to work with, then?”
“He’s amazing to work with,” you said with a bright smile. “The team is only as good as the boss, and vice versa. Every single person in this room is genuinely happy for him, besides the job offers and everything.”
She licked her lips, her eyes finding Bucky before snapping back to you.
“We just saw a very uh…enthusiastic hug there,” she said. “Would you say you are close?”
Ah.
Anxiety made your stomach turn but you managed to keep the smile on your face.
“We all ended up as a very tight-knit team,” you said without a pause. “We spent almost every minute together, so we’re very close with everyone in the team. My boyfriend was just talking about how our list for Christmas presents doubled up because I got another family at work.”
Gemma smiled and she stopped recording, lowering her phone. “In other words, you’re too smart to fall into that trap.”
“I’ve got some experience in media training.”
She hissed in a breath.
“The guy is handsome enough to make anyone and everyone become interested in politics,” she said. “And even more people will be watching him now. Can’t blame a girl for trying.”
You held up your hands.
“Work is work, no hard feelings Gemma,” you told her as your phone started buzzing and you checked the screen, pursing your lips. “I need to get this, sorry.”
You stepped out of the bar, then went into the small alley, cleared your throat and answered the phone.
“Hi daddy.”
“Hi pumpkin,” he said. “Congratulations on your victory.”
“Thanks.”
“How’s your boy doing?”
“He’s very happy.”
“He should be,” he said. “Wasn’t a landslide, but wasn’t very close either.”
“Yeah, when the counting first started, I wasn’t so sure,” you admitted. “But apparently we swayed a significant number of people, even in the neighborhoods I was doubtful about.”
“And how many job offers so far?”
“Dad…”
“Pumpkin, you and the rest of his team just entered every politician’s radar,” he said. “They have a point in calling you his dream team, you managed to make the voters love a former brainwashed assassin enough to put him in the congress.”
“Please don’t call him that,” you told him. “He deserves much better.”
“How many?”
You rolled your eyes. “Eleven and counting.”
“Good,” he said and heaved a sigh. “Well I gotta go, Senator Williams has been calling for the third time tonight. See you in DC.”
You shook your head slightly when he hung up and you turned around, a gasp leaving your lips as soon as you did.
“Max!” you said, putting a hand over your chest. “Jesus, you scared me. What is it?”
He eyed you up and down. “Can we talk?”
“Uh, sure?” you said, frowning. “What’s going on?”
“What was that?” he asked, pointing back at the bar with his thumb over his shoulder and you swallowed thickly, but managed to keep your expression calm.
“What do you mean?”
“You know what I mean,” he said. “That hug?”
“What, I can’t hug people now?” Your voice came out way too defensive and Max let out a dry laugh, then shook his head.
“Jesus.”
“He won, we’re all excited—”
“Yeah, he won,” Max cut you off. “So? What does that mean for us?”
You blinked a couple of times. “What do you mean?”
“He’ll be in DC. And you?”
“Max, we talked about this when I first started this job,” you reminded him. “We said—”
“Yeah, back when I didn’t think he’d win!” he snapped, making you pull back slightly, a frown pulling your brows together when the realization crashed down on you like a ton of bricks. “Back when this whole thing was hypothetical.”
Wait.
Wait, Max wouldn’t—
“…Who did you vote for?” you asked, making him roll his eyes.
“How is that relevant?”
“It’s incredibly relevant,” you growled. “Answer the question.”
“What does it matter?”
You covered your mouth, taking a step back. “You voted for the opposition?!”
“It doesn’t matter, okay? And hypothetically, if I did, maybe it was because I didn’t want my girlfriend to move to a different city, have you ever thought about that?”
You could barely hear what he was saying, anger making your ears ring as you dropped your hands.
“This will not work if you move to a different city with him,” he said, motioning between you. “Just warning you.”
A snort escaped you before it turned into a full laugh, making you clutch at your stomach in an attempt to stop your laughter and you lifted your head again, wiping at your eyes to keep a straight face.
“You…” you trailed off, trying to control the feral grin curling your lips. “So wait, not only did you vote for the opposition, now you’re asking me to choose between my career and you?”
“I’m asking you to choose between me and him,” he corrected you, pointing at the bar. “It’s not like New York has a lack of politicians. You can easily work for someone here.”
You dragged your tongue over your teeth. “Uh huh. And you’re saying this based on your extensive knowledge in politics?”
“I don’t have to know shit about politics for this conversation,” he said. “You can either be with me, or move to DC. You can’t have both.”
Another huff of laughter climbed your throat and you ran a hand over your face.
“You seriously think you’re giving me an ultimatum right now?” you asked. “Oh my God, the audacity.”
“If that’s what you wanna call it.”
“You can’t give me an ultimatum when this relationship is already over, motherfucker,” you said, your voice rising with each word. “I’m breaking up with you, not the other way around!”
He threw his hands up in the air in exasperation.  “Great, very mature—”
“No no,” you said, shaking your head. “I was going to dump you for the voting thing alone, and you pull that shit? Career vs the man? What the fuck do you think this is, 1950s?”
“So you’re choosing to end this relationship then?”
“Max.” You tilted your head. “I’m asking because I don’t understand. Did you honestly, genuinely think I would ever choose you over my career? Are you joking?”
“As I said, not your career. Your boss.”
You didn’t even hesitate: “I wouldn’t choose you over him with a gun pointed at my head.”
Max scoffed a bitter laugh before he licked his lips.
“I knew it,” he spat. “You’re fucking him.”
Your jaw dropped. “Excuse me?”  
“Such a cliché,” he said as you pulled back, glaring at him. “Politician and the younger female aide. Does he know you’re a power-hungry slut yet?”
“Careful there.”
“Or does he think you’re just naïve as fuck?”
“I’m not fucking him,” you said, your voice eerily calm. “But it doesn’t mean I won’t ask him to rip your tongue out if you keep insulting me. Because trust me, things didn’t end well for the last guy and the body part he used to make me feel bad.”
That made him fall silent and you took a deep breath, stealing a glance at the bar before turning to him.
“And for the record, Max,” you said. “I don’t care what your tech bro idol says. Five minutes is not enough for the microwave to finish, let alone a woman, you selfish, spineless piece of shit.”
With that, you made your way back into the bar without so much as a glance back, your heart still beating in your ears.
                                               *
This was not the time to announce your break up to anyone, tonight belonged to Bucky and his win.
To be completely honest, you were feeling much better than you thought you would. Before this, you had assumed breaking up with Max would’ve made you feel sad or at least anxious, but you honestly couldn’t feel anything other than relief right now.
Relief and excitement about your future.
The press had left but the whole team was ready to party until the morning. Kelsey had already arranged you a table at a very fancy club, saying that her ex friend with benefits was a bartender there, so everyone was slowly finishing their final round at the bar. You had stepped outside to take yet another call for a job offer, pacing in the sidewalk while keeping your eyes on the street.
“I am honored ma’am,” you said. “I loved your work on the clean energy bill you pushed for last month.”
“Even if it didn’t pass?” she joked and you let out a laugh.
“Can’t win them all.”
“Exactly,” she said. “Anyway, I’ve heard nothing but good things about you, you’ve done great with Barnes, and my team would love to have you in my campaign for the next term.”
“I appreciate it,” you said. “I would have to check in with Mr. Barnes about his plans for the next term as you know.”
“Of course,” she said. “But if he’s not running, or if you’re looking for a change, my team is open.”
“Thank you so much ma’am,” you said. “And if it’s alright with you, I’d love to talk to you about our stance on clean energy once we’re in DC, we have a lot of common ground so I think working together could raise the chances to pass it the next time.”
“That’s great,” she said. “I’ll tell my chief of staff to contact you the minute you arrive. Welcome to the A League.”
“Thank you ma’am,” you said and hung up, then lowered the phone to check your emails but your head whipped around when you heard a familiar voice.
“Planning on leaving me so soon?”
You rolled your eyes at Bucky before giving him a mischievous smile.
“Nope, I’m just gonna use all these job offers to ask for a raise,” you said airily as if your heart wasn’t pacing in your chest. “Hello Congressman Barnes.”
He smiled back. “Hi Birdie.”
“How do you feel?”
“Honestly?” he asked. “I think I’m still in shock.”
“I told you we would win.”
His gaze on you was soft again, making your cheeks burn.
“Yeah,” he said after a beat. “Yeah you did.”
“I mean honestly at this point, everyone should listen to me all the time—”
“Thank you,” he cut you off and your grin widened.
“Hey, all I did was basically not sleep for months, work around 100 hours a week, make the public like you in multiple ways, and put you in the Congress,” you said, waving a dismissive hand in the air. “Would do it for anyone, don’t flatter yourself.”
A huff of laughter escaped him and he hummed. “Of course.”
“But seriously,” you told him. “I know this is not the first time you hear this tonight, but you do deserve it, Bucky.”
That made him pause for a moment, letting out a breath as if a heavy weight was lifted off his shoulders.
“Thank you,” he muttered. “I uh…I needed to hear it from you, not anyone else.”
It was almost funny how in sync you and Bucky were; you took a step to lean your back to the wall and his body automatically turned to follow you so that he could keep his eyes on you, like a dance.
“I missed you, you know?” His voice was soft, like he feared that if he said it any louder it would break the spell you had been under for the whole night. You swallowed thickly, resting your head back on the wall, looking up at the stars before your gaze found his.
“Me too,” you admitted in a whisper, hugging yourself. “Sorry about that.”
“You have nothing to apologize for.”
“I descended upon your place with the fury of a hellhound,” you reminded him, making him scoff a laugh. “But hey, it didn’t affect the results. I guess you had a point about not being in The Bachelor.”
“I still shouldn’t have brought Max up,” he said and frowned as if the thought just hit him. “Is he taking you home—where is he by the way? You’ve had eight drinks, there’s no way you’re going home by yourself.”
You tilted your head. “You counted how many drinks I’ve had?”
“Observation,” he said after a pause. “It’s…handy.”
“For espionage.”
“And for nights like these,” he said and you hummed.
“Kels drank like half of my cocktails,” you said. “And Max is not taking me home.”
Bucky rolled his eyes. “What kind of a shitty boyfriend—”
“He’s not my boyfriend anymore.”
 That made his head shoot up, the rest of his sentence getting caught somewhere in his throat. You offered him a small smile while he tried to pull himself together, blinking fast as if he was trying to decide whether he heard you right.
“What?” he ended up asking and you nodded your head.
“I dumped him.”
For the first time you’d met him, he was at a loss for words: “…Why?”
“So many reasons.” You heaved a sigh. “But like, at the end of the day, there’s a line, you know? And the motherfucker didn’t just cross it, he ran past it, jumped back, then ran past it again.” 
Bucky stared at you, a light you couldn’t quite decipher gleaming in his blue eyes but before either of you could say anything, the door of the bar opened and Hazel walked outside, her eyes narrowing the moment she saw that you were there with Bucky.
Ah.
Bucky, being a guy, had no idea what that glare meant; you doubted he even noticed it despite his perfect observation skills, but the message was quite clear: I saw that hug, back off.
So you did. You stepped sideways when she stepped closer to Bucky and averted your eyes from him to give her a tight lipped smile.
“Hello Miss Brooks.”
“Hi. You ready babe?” she asked Bucky, making your stomach do a painful flip and Bucky took a deep breath as if he was trying to snap out of a daze, his eyes still on you.
“Who’s—who’s taking you home?”
“I’m not going home,” you said, looking between him and Hazel who was leaning on his arm sideways. “Me and the rest of the team are going to the club to celebrate, we’ll probably be outside until the morning. You guys should join if you’d like, Kelsey’s friend is a bartender there, and the place has got like a bunch of cocktail awards.”
Hazel hummed and smiled up at Bucky.
“I think we’ll have our own celebration at home tonight,” she said with a quiet laugh like it was an inside joke, and you tried to ignore the fire in your throat.
Ouch.
Well played though.
Bucky’s brows furrowed like he was a bit uncomfortable with the innuendo, and he stole a glance at her while you forced yourself to smile, taking a step back.
“Have fun though!” Hazel added. “You guys deserved it.”
You couldn’t decide whether that was condescending or you were just unnecessarily sensitive because she was the one who was going home with Bucky tonight and not you.
“Thank you,” you said and nodded at Bucky. “And congratulations, Mr. Barnes.”   
With that, you walked past him to make your way into the bar, then approached Kelsey and Caleb.
“Hey,” Kelsey said. “Ready to go?”
You scoffed a laugh, then grabbed her drink from her hand to down it in one go.
“Oh yeah,” you said. “Let’s get me blackout drunk.”
Chapter 7
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Tattoo Artist! Bucky Barnes x Bookshop Owner!Reader
Summary: When Natasha begged you to come with her to get her new tattoo done, you didn't expect that her actual plan would be to set you up with a fine-as-hell tattoo artist.
Word count: 5.8k
Warnings: +18❗️smut, p in v sex, oral sex (r receiving), protected sex, dirty talk, strangers to lovers, Bucky is hot as fuck, shy and socially awkward reader, insecurities.
Author's note: sooo, it took me forever to write, but I finally finished it and I'm kind of proud of this one. Bucky with tattoos and a low bun? yup, I'm totally ready to do whatever he desires! I hope y'all will like it too. feel free to leave comments or fic ideas💘
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“I’m going to be there almost for a whole day. I love those idiots, but I still need my best friend to cheer me up." Natasha threw her hand over your shoulders, trying to convince you to go with her on a tattoo session. It was not her first time, but now she wanted to get a much bigger one on her thigh, and, for some reason, she really wanted you to go with her, using the fact that it was your day off. 
“Nat, you know that I hate going to such places. I’m socially awkward; what am I gonna do there for so long? I don’t even know those people.” You frowned, already feeling a bundle of nerves in your stomach. 
You were what others may call boring, but you rarely went to unknown places or hung out with random people. You would rather stay with a book in your apartment and read for a whole day than get into such situations. Not to mention, that tattoo salon was full of men, and it made the whole situation even worse. 
“But you’re going to be with me. They are the nice guys, I promise. You will sit with us in the room; we can talk, or you can read another book, while Barnes will do my tattoo. I just don’t want to die of boredom there. Please?” She pulled you even closer, and you knew that she wouldn’t let that go. So you had no other choice but to agree. 
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You didn’t know what you were thinking when you decided that wearing a light, flowy dress would be a good idea. Because now, following Nat out of her car to that tattoo studio, it felt too short, too open, and just too much. You tried to calm down, thinking to yourself that there was nothing serious; you were just going to wait in the corner, and other people probably wouldn’t even pay attention or talk to you. Natasha, with her boldness and openness, was always the center, and you were totally fine with that. 
But you were so wrong. 
As soon as you walked inside, four men stopped talking, turning around to face you and Nat, and you honestly thought that you were going to faint. 
“Hey, guys. Hope you don’t mind that I brought my friend. So I do not have to listen to your boring asses complain all day." She teased, dragging you by the hand like a mom who tried to encourage her kid to talk. You were round-eyed, and a wave of heat washed over your body when you were face-to-face with a blonde and big guy. But before either of you could say or do something, a person who you didn’t recognise at first stepped in, pulling you into a hug. 
“Isn’t it my favorite book girly ever? How are you doin’?” Sam’s enthusiasm and energy were always so refreshing to you, so when he quickly pulled away, instead wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pushing you further into a studio, you tried to stay calm and not freak out.
"I didn't know that you were working here. How’s Sarah?” You asked, looking up at him. 
“Yup, for a few years. She is doing great, but AJ and Cass are a pain in the ass. They are growing too quickly, you know." He chuckled. “Now, say hi to those idiots.” He moved his head toward the men who were silently observing your interaction. “Tony, Steve, and Bucky.” Sam named them in order. Tony just nodded to you, Steve smiled with the friendliest smile you had ever seen, and Bucky... 
Your head became empty as soon as your eyes landed on him for the first time. He was leaning on the wall at the back of the room, so you didn’t pay much attention to him at first. He was hot. Unbelievebly hot. He was tall and muscular, with a low bun at the back of his head and tattoos covering the visible parts of his arms and neck. And as your gaze moved to his face, you almost choked on a fucking breath. 
Piercing blue eyes looked right directly at you, and the slightest smirk curled the corner of his lips. You didn’t know whether you felt too cold, too hot, or if you just wanted to vanish right on the spot. Your face heated, your eyes started running around the room, and your heart was beating a few times faster. It was overwhelming, and you thought that you would have to go out of there, but right on time, Natasha stepped in front of you, dragging all attention to herself. 
Bucky had to admit that once in his life, Sam was right. Sam tried to convince Bucky to go to that book shop for a few months, saying that he had to meet with the girl who worked there, but he was way too stubborn. 
He would have done it a long time ago if he knew you would look like the most precious, cute, and sweet person. Bucky could not take his gaze away from you as soon as Natasha dragged you inside, absorbing everything—from the way you looked so soft and pretty in that dress to the way you blushed and were nervous about the whole thing. 
He saw your reaction—how you became even more flushed after your intense stares at each other. Bucky was never the type of guy who liked to tease you, but Goddammit, he wanted to see how you would react if he stepped closer and talked to you. He also wasn’t creepy towards women, but the only thought that came to his mind was that he wanted to taste you. The desire to shove your back into the wall, lift up the skirt of your dress, and fall to his knees was shocking; he had never felt such an instant pull toward another person. 
“Barnes, are we going to start, or you’re planning on standing and staring for a whole day?” Natasha crossed her arms over her chest as if she were annoyed, but you thought that you heard something weird in her voice, as if she held back a smile. 
And then she quickly looked back at Sam and nodded with a smirk. 
You just followed Nat and Bucky to his own part of the studio. Too lost in your head because of your friend’s weird behavior, you sat down on the sofa in the corner, and the next thing you noticed was the tall figure leaning above you. You probably got carried away to much because now there was a cup of tea standing in front of you on the table.
You looked up, only to meet those pretty blue eyes again. Bucky looked down at you with the same smirk on his lips, and you could barely form a normal thought in your head. 
“Hope you don’t mind a hot tea, princess?” Yup, you were dead. Of course, he had to have the sexiest voice you have ever heard in your life. It was not enough for him to be charming or look like a fucking sin—he also had to sound hot. 
“Thank you.” You almost whispered. 
Bucky gave you another mysterious smile before going back to his place, where Nat was already without her pants and ready to start.
You and Nat were talking for the next few hours—well, she was mostly talking about a girl named Maria that she met not so long ago, and you were nodding, listening, and sipping your tea. That way, you almost forgot about Bucky sitting in the room with you because he was too focused on his job and didn’t even look away from the tattoo. 
To be honest, you accidentally looked at him one or two times because it was hard not to notice a few curls slipping out of his bun, or the way his tattooed and veiny arms seemed so sexy, or that perfect face profile... Fuck. But everything was good until Nat suddenly asked him to stop for a few minutes. 
“I really need to pee, Barnes.” She quickly jumped out of her place, winking at you as she walked away. 
“Natasha…” You hissed at her when she left you and Bucky alone in the room, your insides already shivering with nerves. She was fucking doing it on purpose. You were sure that everything here was her plan to set you up with Bucky because she had never left you anywhere alone, knowing your nervousness. 
“Are you afraid to stay with me alone?” Bucky chuckled, stretching his neck from an uncomfortable position. Your cheeks heated, and you unconsciously started scratching the surface of your phone case. He was charming. He obviously knew that, judging by the way he acted to tease you. When his question was left without an answer, he just shook his head, smiling to himself. “I didn’t know that Nat was dating girls.”
Bucky was desperately trying to make you talk. He saw how you looked at your friend when she left you alone with him, and knowing Nat, she would not have done it if you were truly afraid of him. So he was hoping that you were just too shy to talk to him and that he could make something out of it.
“Mhm. What, you hoped to have a chance with her?” You finally looked up, and you couldn’t hide the disappointment in your voice. Of course, Bucky was just trying to hit on your friend. Everyone tried. And you knew that she was so pretty and an amazing person, really, but you just wanted to experience it yourself at least once.
“With Nat?” Bucky almost laughed, genuinely taken aback by your response. “Nah, she’s cool, but not my type.”
“And who is your type?” You asked before you could even think about it. 
"You know, those cute and shy girls who can barely talk to anyone and easily blush or get nervous." You froze in your place, and you swore that the blood in your veins had done the same. Your eyes widened in shock, looking at the proudly smirking Bucky. Did he really mean that, or was it just a stupid joke? 
Natasha came into the room, curiously looking between you two, but you just stayed silent and looked away again, staying even quieter until the end of the session. 
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“Why did you do that?” You frowned, looking away from Nat and crossing your arms over your chest. As soon as she was done, you almost ran out of that place, the mixture of weird feelings bubbling inside of you, and you were too frustrated to even talk to someone there. 
“Did what?” Your head snapped back at her innocent, unbothered voice. She rolled her eyes, not looking away from the road. “I did that because I love you.” 
“And I love you too, but I hate that you and Sam put me in this position!”
“I’m sorry if we made you uncomfortable. Don’t be mad at what I’m about to say, but I know that you feel lonely and that you want to have someone or to date someone. I understand your anxiety; I really do, but I wanted to help you.” Her voice sounded so genuine, and even if you were mad, you knew that Nat had always tried to do what was best for you. “Bucky is a good guy. He’s attractive, he’s kind, he’s funny, and he's definitely not a player. I just wanted you to meet him, and from what I saw, there was a sparkle between you.”
You didn’t say anything to that, because she was totally right. Even if you had never said that out loud, you wanted someone to like you. Was it that much to ask? It was just hard to believe that someone as attractive as Bucky, who could easily get a good handful of women whenever he wanted to, had actually flirted with you. 
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The next day, when you finally returned to your favorite place in the world, it was crazy. For some reason, too many people came to the bookshop, and almost everyone needed your advice or help. You were running around the shelves, putting the books in their places, receiving the payment, and then welcoming new customers. So when, at 9 p.m., you put the sign ‘closed’ on the door, you felt the relief that the day was almost over. 
You still had a lot to do, though. Taking the pile of books from the front table, you went to the back room, where you stored some of them. Suddenly, you heard the bell ringing and heavy footsteps on the wooden floor. 
“I’m sorry, but we are already closed. Please come tomor—” You forgot what you wanted to say when you looked out of the room into the main part of the store and saw the last person you ever expected. 
“Hey, princess.” Bucky put his hands into the front pockets, which made him seem even bigger, and smiled at you in a way that made your knees weak. He looked similar to what you saw yesterday—a low bun, black jeans, and a shirt that revealed some of his tattoos. God, his tattoos made you imagine things that were too inappropriate to say out loud. “Sorry that I came so late, but I just got off work, and I really wanted to see the place Sam has been bugging me about for weeks.” He noticed how you were looking at him again, but he decided not to tease you about it. 
“Um, hi.” You dusted off your hands and fixed the bottom part of your dress to make sure that everything was in it’s place. Bucky couldn’t help but follow your hands, staring at the way the hem of your dress moved around your thighs. “Do you need something? Like a book? Or you came just to get rid of Sam?”
“Yeah, maybe a fantasy book or something like that.” 
“I can show you where we have it, but I, um, need to finish the work here, so it would be great if you'd find a book that you like by yourself. Is that okay?” His stare was intense, and you really didn’t know what to do with this. Was he always like that with women? But Nat said that he wasn’t a player, and you trusted her more than yourself.
“Totally.” You nodded, calmed down your nerves as much as you could to not embarrass yourself in front of him, and you showed the way to the shelves at the back of the shop. 
“Take as much time as you need; I’ll go... there.” You pointed behind you to the piles of books, and Bucky chuckled at the way you were nervous around him. That was so fucking cute that he wanted to just scoop you up in his arms and make you blush again and again. 
Almost ten minutes later, you showed up again with a few books in your hands that were from the fantasy section, and as much as you wanted to escape Bucky, you also wanted to finish your job. He just quickly looked at you, too interested in the book in his hands, but didn’t say anything. 
You tried to reach the highest shelf to put the book in it’s place, but it was too far away. Usually you used a small ladder, but it was somewhere else now, and you just tried to do it standing on the tiptoes. 
“Let me do it, princess.” Bucky chuckled, closing his book and putting it down, and reached out to help you.
“No!”
“You won’t reach it. Just give it to me.” He placed his hand on your back, stretching the other one. 
“I can do it myself!” 
You couldn’t. Because the next thing you know, the book slipped out of your hand when you tried to make more distance between you and Bucky, and you also lost control of the ones you held near your chest. Everything fell onto the floor with a loud ‘boom’ and you prayed that nothing got damaged. 
Your head snapped back to say to Bucky that it was his fault, but he was already looking down at you, and you immediately forgot about everything. Only then did you realize that he was so close to you; his hand was holding your waist, and your back was almost pressed against his hard chest. 
“Sorry.” He didn’t know what he was sorry for. That he distracted you and made you drop everything, or for what he did next. After his eyes quickly looked at your plump lips, his right hand fell onto your cheek, and he kissed you.
Your instant thought was to push him away, run, and hide in the storage room, but the firm hand on your face and waist made it impossible to move. Bucky almost devoured your mouth and completely controlled you, and you could barely keep up with the rhythm of the kiss. 
He was good at it. 
No one ever kissed you as if it were the best thing they'd ever tried, but Bucky just couldn’t stop. He spined your body, so you were not in that awkward and uncomfortable position anymore. Now that you were standing chest to chest, your back got pressed into the shelves, and Bucky was towering over you. It felt unknown but so right at the same time. Your experience in this area was really poor, but the adrenalin in your blood made you a little bit more sure of yourself. 
“You’re doing something to me.” He breathed into the kiss, and you just whined without realizing it. He connected your lips again, tightening his hands on your waste and, that way, pulling you even closer. You had no idea where to put your hands, but your body seemed to work on autopilot, so they landed on his chest.
You felt something hard on the lower part of your belly, and the thought that Bucky had become hard solely because of the kiss nearly drove you insane. Hot, handsome, and charming men had never kissed you as if you were their last meal, teasing you with their bulge in the middle of your shop. 
God, he must be big. 
Your heart started beating so fast that you heard it in your ears. Was it the right thing to do? What should you do or say after that? Did he think that you kissed badly? 
“I can almost hear the thoughts in your head. Why are you worrying? You don’t like or want it? Just say, and I’ll step away.” You licked your lips, as if you tried to taste him again. You felt how your face heated again from being so close to Bucky. He didn’t sound or look as if he were judging you, and it made you feel safe enough to tell what was going on in your head.
“I just—I'm not really familiar with it. I barely know you, and you just kissed me, and I am at a loss for what to do." You said, nervously playing with the material of his shirt. Bucky's hand cupped your cheek, making you look at him. It surprised you that he didn’t try to do anything to push you, like many other men who just think with their dicks. Your stomach tightened from the way he stared at your face.
"I understand and that’s okay if you feel a little bit scared. I’m not pushing you and you can say no to me. I really came here just to talk to you, but I cannot think of anything else but you. Can I kiss you, princess?” Your eyes closed when you felt his breath on your lips again. You couldn’t deny that you wanted it too, so you just slightly nodded to his question. 
Bucky kissed you deeper and slower, allowing you to follow him. He stroked your cheek gently as his tongue slid into your mouth, causing you to moan. You swore that he smiled at your reaction, and it encouraged him to push his other hand from your waist to your thighs. 
Your skin started tingling when you felt it going under your skirt. Tattooed fingers traced the soft lines on your legs until they reached your underwear. Only then did you realise that you were getting wet. This whole time, it was not just nerves; oh no, your body actually just craved that man in front of you and now you could do nothing to hide it. In your last attempt, you tried to push your legs together, but you made it worse when Bucky’s hand slipped higher and touched the wet spot. 
“Holy fuck.” He growled, ending the kiss and looking down, where his hand stayed under your clothes. “You are not so innocent, huh?” 
“Shy and innocent are two completely different things, Bucky.” 
“Right.” Biting his lip, he looked up at you again with darkened eyes, and you felt his hand pressing onto your dressed core more firmly. “Can I taste you?"
Your eyes widen in shock. You were not a complete virgin, but unfortunately, you had never experienced that before. “My sexual life is actually really, and I mean really, meager, and no one ever asked me to do it.” You whispered, almost in embarrassment. 
“So you’re telling me that no one asked to eat you out, princess? Well, that’s a shame. I bet your pussy is as sweet as you are.” He ran his nose across your cheek, enjoying your delicate skin and the light scent of your perfume, until he reached the sensitive part of your neck. “Your scent drives me crazy... You’re so sensitive, God. When was the last time you were with someone?” You tried to act normal and not shiever, but when Bucky’s finger was running up and down the soft cotton of your panties, it was nearly impossible to do. 
“I don’t know. I did it just a few times, and I don’t date. Guys are not really interested in me.”
“Loosers.” 
“Bucky.” You moaned his name when he suddenly fell to his knees. That view was so surreal for you. He seemed desperate to touch and taste you, to please you, even though he was painfully hard in his jeans. But he did not go too far because he was waiting for your response. “What if someone walks in?”
“There is a sign on the door. Are there many people who go to bookshops at that time?” Bucky took your left leg, slowly putting it on his shoulder. Your eyes followed every move with curiosity and a hint of worry when he turned his head to softly kiss your thigh.
“Okay.”
Bucky took your leg off his shoulder but only to slide his hands under your dress and take off your underwear. He did not break eye contact when he helped you step out of it and then put them in his jeans pocket. With a quick motion, your leg returned to it’s place near his face and you blushed, realising how close he was.
With his right hand on your thigh and the left one slowly creeping up your other leg, Bucky started leaving kisses higher and higher, until he finally reached your pulled-up dress. When his head suddenly lowered and you felt the first touch of his tongue, you almost died. 
Up until that moment, you didn’t even realize how tense your body was, but that first lick sent a hot wave over you and you could not hold back a whine. You just became a fucking puddle under his touch. 
Bucky was not much better than you. He gripped your thigh harder, as if he wanted you to be even closer, and moaned when your taste blossomed on his tongue. He knew that he was addicted now and that he could spend hours in between your legs. His tongue slipped across your folds, collecting your juice, and then circled around your sensitive clit. 
“Fuck, princess. You’re s’ sweet.” 
"Bucky—oh my god, please!” You didn’t know what you were begging for, but that tight knot in your stomach was becoming almost too painful, and you felt tears forming in your eyes. As if Bucky had already understood your body better, he put two fingers of his left hand at your entrance, slightly pushing in just the tips. 
You moaned again, your hand moving on it’s own and grabbing Bucky’s hair in despair. He slowly slipped inside, letting you adjust while still not stopping the movements of his tongue. You felt so fucking tight and wet around his fingers and his cock painfully twiched in his jeans. He started pumping his fingers in and out of your pussy, and if you weren’t so far up in your head, you would’ve been embarrassed by the noises coming out of you. 
The combination of his thick digits and tongue pushed you into your first orgasm. Your back arched, and your legs unconsciously tried to close, but Bucky did not let that happen, gripping your thigh tighter and holding you in place. 
“Cum for me, pretty girl. C'mon, don’t be shy.” He encouraged you and that was everything you needed. 
You had no idea what happened next because your body felt like it was floating and your head fell back with a moan of Bucky's name. He let you go through it, slowing his pace and pulling out his fingers. As much as he didn’t want to stop, he knew that it was enough for you for the first time. 
You felt how Bucky jently lowered your leg and then, holding you by the waist, stood up and shamelessly licked his shiny lips. “I can’t believe you actually just did that. No one has ever given me an orgasm.” 
“Princess… You’re unbelievable.” He got closer to you, nuzzling into your neck and breathing in your scent. You could feel hardness in his pants, and while Bucky did not try to push it any further, the desire within you made you bold. 
“Do you have a condom?” Bucky immediately pulled away from you, his eyes darker than before and his hands tightening on your waist. You bit your lip and lowered your gaze, as if you said something wrong. 
"No, no, no, you can’t get shy after you just asked me this. Eyes on me, princess. Do you really want it?" 
“I do.” 
Bucky connected your lips, distracting you from unnecessary thoughts, and you felt two hands on the back sides of your thighs. Your legs automatically wrapped around his waist, as if your body knew what to do better than you. You both moaned when his bulge met with your dripping core; Bucky’s grip tightened and he slightly moved your hips. 
Firmly holding you in his hands, Bucky stepped away from the shelves and went to the table that was standing nearby. He blindly moved aside some books there, dropping a few on the floor and receiving a groan from you. He put you on the flat surface, not moving away from between your legs. 
Your hands finally felt more confident to study his tattooed skin. You never realised that you were into people with tattoos, but now, looking at the variety of things covering his tanned skin, your belly tightened with anticipation. Your hands slowly reached his neck, slightly pulling him closer. 
“You didn’t answer my question. Do you have it?” Instead of replying to you, Bucky, not breaking eye contact, reached into his pocket and pulled out a wallet. He opened it, taking the shiny square that was sticking out of there. 
Your eyes shot up at him, meeting his half-hooded and full-of-lust eyes. Bucky looked right back at you, mesmerized by your beauty—by the way your cheeks heated and your lips were slightly swollen. He quickly unbuttoned his pants, sliding them with boxers down his legs, until his hard as rock cock was free with pre-cum leaking from the tip. 
“If you’re going to look at me like that, then I might cum like a teenager before everything starts, princess.” Bucky growled, squeezing your thigh in his hand. You closed your eyes for a few seconds, then looked at his face again. You didn’t want to stare at his cock, but holy shit, it was better and bigger than everything you’ve seen before. You wondered what it would taste like, and that one thought made you clench around nothing. 
With a quick, smooth motion, Bucky opened the package with his teeth, sliding the condom down his shaft. His hand moved you closer to the edge of the table, so now your faces were just a few centimeters away and you could feel his cock through the fabric of your dress. 
“Be a good girl and hold it here for me.” Bucky folded your dress on your stomach, guiding your hand there, so he had better access to your sweet pussy. He had to see how he was disappearing inside of you with his own fucking eyes.  
“Bucky…” You whined because of the way you were exposed to him, but you still did what he said. With wide eyes, you looked at how he moved even closer to you, slightly brushing your folds with the tip. Your free arm gripped his tattooed forearm, digging in your nails. 
“So wet for me, so pretty... God, princess. I won’t be able to keep my hands from you. Say you want this. I need to hear it.” He palmed the side of your face, making you look up at him, and held himself at your entrance at the same time. 
“I want it. Please.” You whispered, your eyes running back and forth between his pretty blues. 
When he finally started slowly pushing into you, your mouth opened with a silent moan, and your eyes almost crossed with the way your whole body got covered with goosebumps. Bucky could not tear his eyes away from the place you two were connected. He felt every movement of your body and felt how your pussy almost sucked him inside. 
He knew that you would feel good, but he did not realize that it would feel like the most correct thing in his life. 
Bucky finally bottomed into you, stretching you the way you had never been before. You both thought that you could cum in that exact second, but you also both wanted to extend this moment as much as you could. 
“Princess…” That sounded so desperate when Bucky finally started moving his hips, dragging his cock out and then pushing right back in. "Fuck, I need to kiss you. You feel like a fuckin’ heaven, holy shit.” Not stopping sliding into you at a steady pace, he dragged your face closer, as if his life were depending on it. Bucky greedily bit and sucked your bottom lip, swallowing every moan and whine you let out.
“Mh— I can’t— oh, Bucky!” You cried, trying to hide your face in the crook of his neck.
He pulled you back away from his body, holding you that way so he had a better view of your face and body. He felt the way your thighs tried to squeeze together, your face started to heat and you tried to look away. 
“Don’t you dare become shy when I’m balls deep in you, princess.” He slowed his movements and teased you until you almost begged him to fuck you properly again. “You need to cum, huh? Show me those pretty eyes; don’t hide from me, c’mon.” You looked up, almost whining from the way he was looking at you. Pupils blown out, eyes slightly narrowed, and running around your face with interest and desire. “Do you need something? Speak up, sweet girl.”
“I want to cum. Let me, please.” 
“Good fucking girl.” 
Bucky started fucking you with a new forse; the table under you was squeaking with every move, making the whole scene even dirtier. You could not care about embarrassment anymore, moaning Bucky name and begging him to be harder. 
You both felt how close you were. 
Your hand, with your skirt in it, tightened around the fabric, your spread legs were trembling and you started uncontrollably squeezing Bucky’s cock inside of you. His dirty words made your vision foggy with satisfaction and the way he didn’t stop hitting your sweet spot was enough for you to go crazy with an overwhelming orgasm.
“Bucky! Bucky, oh my— fuuuck!” You cried in pleasure, feeling a few more thrusts of his throbbing cock, until he finally slowed down and emptied himself in the condom. Your body fell forward right into Bucky’s chest, too tired to even sit straight. He wrapped his hands around you, slowly stroking your back and kissing your temple. 
“You are fucking amazing, princess.” He mumbled into your hair and you just hummed in response. After a few quiet minutes, when your head started to clear up and the whole weight of this situation fell on you, you finally pulled away, hiding your eyes from him again. “What? What’s wrong?” 
“I just… I don’t know what we are supposed to do in this situation; I mean— it was just sex for you, right?” You asked, focusing on one particular tattoo on Bucky’s neck to not show how nervous you were.
Bucky didn’t answer for a few seconds, but you felt the weight of his eyes on you. Then he lifted your face with one of his hands and softly smiled at you. “If it meant nothing for me, I would’ve already been on my way home. I want you. I wanted you from the moment I saw you and I won’t be satisfied until you let me take you out. Are you free tomorrow evening, sweetheart?” He cooed, playfully tilting his head to the side. That man and his charm would be the death of you…
“Um, okay. I’m free, if you’re not kidding.”
“Not in the slightest. Now get dressed. I'm taking you home.” He pecked your lips before slowly pulling out of you and getting rid of the condom. You slowly jumped from the table, legs trembling from two mind-blowing orgasms, not missing how Bucky’s smirked at you. 
“You don’t have to take me home, Bucky.” You fixed your dress and hair as much as you could without a mirror and then picked up the books from the floor that were forgotten during your makeout session. 
“Well, I didn’t see a car near the shop, so I assume you’re walking home. And it’s dark.” He walked behind you, wrapping his hands around your waist and burying his face into your neck. “I don’t like this idea. I’m driving you home, princess.” 
“Fine. You won.” You playfully made an annoyed voice to what Bucky just chuckled and held you even closer. 
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nathanbatemanfucker · 25 days ago
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Let Me Go (No Puedo) Pt. III
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summary: the day you meet Joaquin is the day you decide that you won’t fall for him.
pairing: joaquin torres x f!wilson!reader
contents: 18+/NSFW/MINORS DNI, eventual smut, forbidden romance, brother’s best friend, romantic tension, KISSING!!, angst
wc: 2,157
an: wanted to give you guys something while i try to finish laid in moss for mickey garcia. it’s really kicking my ass 😭 but it’ll be here soon, pls enjoy 🫶🏾
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Why had you not checked the weather before you left the house to go grocery shopping? It had been slightly cloudy when you were waiting for the bus, not in the smell of rain in the air. But, now as you stand under the entrance awning a few bags in tow its pouring down. There’s no way you can stand in the rain for the next bus, it doesn't come for at least 30 minutes.
You try to think fast— your first thought is Sam but he’s in D.C. probably with Joaquin, who is decidedly not an option ever. Maybe you could call Sarah if she isn’t chauffeuring Aj and Cass.
You’ve haven’t spoken directly to Joaquin in nearly two months, only hearing his voice in the background of your calls with Sam. And yet the feeling of his arms around you, of your hands linked together still haunts you whether you’re asleep or awake.
“Querida?” A familiar voice calls from behind you.
That dread that’s become familiar, the one that’s marked by grieving something that you can’t have settles into your belly.
Turning around you meet Joaquin’s warm gaze. It’s clear that he’s happy to see you and whole part of you returns the sentiment you know that if you let yourself sink into him, you’ll betray Sam. Some of the only true family you’ve ever known.
“What are you doing here?” It comes out more harshly than anticipated.
“Sarah asked me to come look at the roof, said it was leaking again and I happened to be free.” He glances outside and sees the rain before asking, “Did you take the bus here?”
You completely ignore his question, still stuck on the fact that he was invited here by Sarah. While Sam is gone. Does Sam know? Why hadn’t Sarah told you? Warned you?
“Sarah knows you’re here,” You murmur, mostly to yourself.
Joaquin frowns, laughing a little awkwardly— sibling conflict again he imagines. “Yes. Querida, what’s—“
“Does Sam know you’re here?”
Joaquin’s shoulders tense ever so slightly. “No. But, I don’t know where he is either. It’s not a secret.”
“If he called right now, would you tell him?”
Joaquin purses his lips, studying you. You look…sad. Nervous. Defensive. He isn’t sure he understands why you’re speaking to him like this, especially after the time you spent together. Gently, he asks, “Why don’t you just let me drive you home?”
“That isn’t really a good idea.”
“And letting you and you groceries get soaked is? You’ll get sick, hermosa.”
You hesitate, gripping the handles of your paper bags a little tighter. A gust of wind sweeps through, sending a spray of rainwater onto your shoes. You glance outside once more, at the heavy downpour and the growing puddles on the pavement. Then you look down at your bags, flimsy under the weight of your groceries. They won’t survive the walk, even if you do.
Damn it.
“Fine,” you mutter, shifting the bags in your arms.
Joaquin doesn’t gloat or tease, just reaches to take them from you like it’s the most natural thing in the world. You don’t stop him.
The silence in the car is suffocating.
The low hum of the engine, the rhythmic swish-swish of the windshield wipers, the occasional ping of rain against the hood—every sound feels louder in the thick tension between you.
Joaquin’s hands flex on the steering wheel, his jaw tight as he watches the road. You’re acutely aware of the way the space between you crackles, something unspoken stretching and fraying with each passing second. The scent of his cologne lingers in the cabin, sharp and familiar, pulling at something deep in your chest.
You shift in your seat, crossing your legs, trying to focus on the rain-streaked window instead of the warmth radiating from his body.
“I don’t get why you’re acting like this.” His voice is quiet, but it cuts through the silence like a blade.
Your head snaps toward him. “Like what?”
“Like I did something to you.” His knuckles are white where they grip the wheel, but he doesn’t look at you. “Like we didn’t—” He exhales sharply, shaking his head. “Never mind.”
You bite the inside of your cheek, pulse thrumming against your ribs. Like we didn’t what? Like you didn’t let him in? Like you didn’t lose yourself in the way he held you?
Like you didn’t want more?
The words sit heavy in the space between you, unsaid but understood.
A red light forces Joaquin to slow, and for the first time since getting in the car, he turns to look at you. His gaze is unreadable, but there’s something intense simmering beneath the surface. His fingers drum once against the wheel before he speaks again, softer this time.
“You can hate me all you want, querida. But don’t lie to yourself. Don't pretend that it was nothing.”
The words echo in your mind, settling somewhere deep in your chest, a slow-burning ember that refuses to die.
You should say something—deny it, argue, deflect—but your throat is tight, and your heart is hammering, and all you can do is stare ahead, fingers clenched in your lap.
Joaquin doesn’t push any further, letting you sit with what he said. He just drives, his grip firm on the wheel, profile sharp in the dim glow of passing streetlights.
The heat is on low, the air just warm enough to cut through the dampness clinging to your skin, but you feel feverish, restless. You shift again, pulling your sleeves over your hands, trying to steady yourself.
The next few minutes are silent, laced with something you don’t want to name.
Then, his fingers move. Just barely—his right hand flexes, his thumb dragging over his palm like he wants to reach for you. Like it’s muscle memory. Like he has to remind himself not to.
You swallow hard and force yourself to look out the window instead, at the familiar route to your place. You’re almost home. Almost free of this.
But that word lingers in your head—lie. The way he said it, the way he sees right through you. It terrifies you.
The car slows as he pulls up to your building. Joaquin puts it in park but doesn’t kill the engine. He exhales, dragging a hand down his face before resting it on his thigh.
“I’ll carry them in,” he says before you can argue. His tone is firm, leaving no room for debate.
You could fight him on it, but exhaustion has settled deep in your bones, and the faster you get inside, the faster this night can end. So you just nod, pushing open the door and stepping into the cold drizzle.
Joaquin turns the car off and follows after you, pulling the grocery bags from the back seat. His broad frame moves easily despite the weight, and you hate how natural it looks—him carrying your things, walking beside you, like he belongs here.
Inside, the apartment is dim and quiet, save for the distant hum of the fridge. Joaquín steps in behind you, his presence too big for the small space.
His eyes roam, taking in the books stacked haphazardly on the coffee table, the blanket draped over the couch, a framed photo of you and Sam on the bookshelf. There’s a softness in his gaze, something unreadable but heavy, and you don’t know what to do with it.
You clear your throat. “Thanks.” It comes out softer than intended.
Joaquin just nods and sets the bags down. You busy yourself immediately, pulling out damp paper sacks and sorting groceries. He helps, wordlessly separating pantry items from fridge ones, though he doesn’t go any further—he doesn’t know where anything belongs.
The quiet should be suffocating, but it’s not. It’s thick, weighted, full of everything left unsaid.
Then, he shivers. It’s barely noticeable at first, just a subtle tremor. But then another one runs through him, more violent this time, and you catch the way he presses his lips together, as if trying to suppress it.
“Quieres té?” The question slips out before you can think twice.
Joaquín glances at you, surprised. Then, after a beat, he nods. “Si, por favor.”
You move around the kitchen, lighting the stove and setting the kettle on. The motions are automatic, grounding, an antithesis to the energy between you. You don’t look at him as you prepare it, and he doesn’t speak, just watches as you slide a mug in front of him.
The two of you sit side by side at your kitchen island, perched on the barstools, hands wrapped around warm colorful ceramic.
The silence stretches, thick with tension—not the sharp-edged kind that begs for an argument, but something quieter, heavier. Sadder. There’s a finality in the air if you let it be…but you don’t want to.
You don’t Joaquin to walk out the door thinking that you hate him. That you hate the idea of being with him.
So, barely above a whisper, you say it. “I don’t hate you.”
Joaquin stills.
You don’t look at him, staring down into your tea instead, watching the steam curl into the air. “I don’t. I could never hate you. I hate that I can’t have you.”
His fingers tighten around his mug. He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t move. But you feel it—his focus, his quiet intensity. He listens. And you keep talking.
“I hate that for the first time in years I’m interested in someone that could be good for me and it can’t go anywhere. I hate that you’re the Falcon— that your job is to back up my brother, the person that saved me life.”
Joaquin watches you as you rant, his gaze unreadable—until it softens into something tender and devastatingly patient. His hand lifts, fingers grazing your cheek so lightly it sends a shiver down your spine that has nothing to do with your clothing being rain soaked.. You should pull away, stop this before it spirals further, but when his thumb brushes just beneath your eye, tracing the weight of everything said and unsaid, you break.
He leans in slowly, giving you every chance to deny him, but you don’t.
You can’t.
And when his lips finally meet yours, it’s nothing like you expected—no urgency, no desperation. Nothing but warmth just like when he held you close a couple months ago. Steady, grounding, like he’s been waiting for this moment as long as you have. Your body betrays you instantly, softening into him, hands grasping at his jacket as if anchoring yourself to something real.
He moans quietly into your mouth and you become acutely aware that you’re doing something you shouldn’t be. You should never know what Joaquin tastes like, but you’ll never be able to forge it.
You push him away— angry at yourself, angry at him for letting this happen. In the same moment, you know that you want it again and again. The feeling of his lips on yours is something you’ve never felt before. You have been kissed and coveted many times in your life but nothing has ever made you feel so…safe.
Loved.
The thought makes your anger burn brighter. This is so fucking stupid. Why did it have to be him? Why did he have to be so persistent? Why did he have to be everything you’ve ever wanted?
He takes a step towards you and you take a step back. “Don’t,” You command sharply, glaring at him.
His hands go up, eyes rising. He swallows loudly, “I thought—thought it was what you wanted.”
“Stop trying to give me what I want when I tell you that I can’t have it. No podemos hacer esto, entiendes? Don’t you fucking get it? I won’t do that to him and you shouldn’t either.”
“So we’re supposed to be miserable for the rest of our lives because of your brother? A stupid fucking code that the two of you made up?”
“My brother, is your best friend, my brother means the world to us both so yes. Exactly. Except, you’ll meet someone, Joaquin. You’ll meet someone who will make you happy and eventually you forget that we ever met. Whatever you feel for me it’ll pale in comparison.”
“I couldn’t forget you.”
“Then you’ll realize we were never supposed to meet. I hate that too.”
Joaquin’s voice is deathly quiet when he speaks again. “Hate what?”
“That we ever met!”
He looks at you like you’ve just slapped him across the face— completely astonished and for several moments he’s completely silent. Processing the fact that you would ever say that to him.
“Maybe it’s you, then, that needs to forget,” He suggests, his voice uncharacteristically cold.
With those words, he peels his jacket off the back of the bar stool and leaves, the door shutting in a painfully gentle way behind him.
You don’t try to stop him, or chase after him. You know that you’ve lost that privilege for good.
It’s finally over; that’s for the best.
> pt. iv
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emeraldserenade · 25 days ago
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I love your writing and I have a request/question.
Do you think that Joaquin is the type to be competitive and pick up his gf to win a football (American) game against her?
What would that look like in your mind?
Dont forget to eat and drink water and to relax your shoulders!
Competitive ~ Joaquín Torres
synopsis: Joaquín gets too competitive
tw: fem!reader, none?, barely edited.
fic, ficlet, drabble, request
Hi!! Yes!! Joaquín would totally pick you up to win!!
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Joaquín and you were spending time on the beach with Sam, his sister, and his nephews. While AJ and Cass were building a sandcastle, you, Joaquín, Sam, and Sarah were playing football. Well, a football like game, it followed the main rules but there were some deviations.
It was you and Sarah against the boys and, somehow, you two were winning. You were running to catch the throw that Sarah made but when you got within Joaquín's reach, he scooped you up in his arms and threw you over his shoulder.
"Joaquín!" You laughed, kicking your feet slightly. The ball landed within your eyesight but no one was moving for it.
"Hey, foul on the play!" Sarah yelled. "This means we win," Sarah announced and you laughed at the grumble made by Sam. Sam and Sarah's voices faded out as they walked back to the towels and you were enjoying the view of Joaquín's ass from the position you were in.
"What did you pick me up for?" You questioned as you pushed on Joaquín's lower back to help stop the flow of blood to your brain.
"I panicked, thought you were going to win," Joaquín admitted and smiled as you laughed and he put you down.
"You got so competitive and the only way you could think of winning was to pick me up?"
"Not my finest moment," Joaquín said but you laughed and hugged him, his skin warmed by the sun.
"It's ok, it was fun," you smiled, pressing a kiss to his lips.
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gremlin-girly · 9 months ago
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Flufftober Day 12
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Prompt(s): "This is Spooky." | "Really?"
Pairing: Sam Wilson x gn!Reader
Tags/warnings: FLUFF, discussions of kids/wanting kids, innuendo, flirting
FYI: Even though no gender is mentioned (and I tried to keep it as neutral as possible) this reader is more female leaning!
Summary: Sam and reader go trick or treating with Sarah’s kids and it leads to some sweet discussions about kids.
Word count: 758 words
A/N: I know I'm behind on the other challenge but I'm in my home country next week for my birthday so I'm trying to schedule everything so I can chill! 🥹 Hoping to get caught up tomorrow!!
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“This is Spooky.”
“Really?”
Your boyfriend looks over at you with a nonplussed expression. The house before definitely does not fall under Spooky category. There’s a few decorations in the yard and by a few it’s one Styrofoam grave with a skeleton sticking out of the dirt in front of it.
You grin over at Sam and give him a small nudge with your elbow, muttering “It’s for the kids.”
“Oh – oh. Yeah. Real spooky.” He says it through gritted teeth, beaming a smile and waving over at his nephews, who are returning from the not-spooky house with their candy bags just a tad fuller.
Their costumes were incredibly adorable. AJ was dressed as Captain America, complete with a cowl and plastic shield and Cass was dressed as some cartoon character you couldn't name. Seeing them dressed up and excitable with Halloween spirit made your heart melt. When Sarah had asked Sam (and by extension you) to take them trick-or-treating whilst she picked up an extra shift, you'd jumped at the chance to spend time with them.
However, seeing all of the young kids in their costumes (and after one particularly fat baby dressed as a pumpkin) you were beginning to feel... something. You couldn't quite pinpoint the feeling; you were ecstatic at the playing and laughter, the dressing up and how cute all the kids were. But there was an ache in your chest that nagged at you; moreso when a family trio walked by hand in hand, all three dressed for treats and trickery.
“Look Y/N!” Cass said excitedly, running towards you with his bag open. “Mrs. Brights gave us Reese’s Pieces!”
“Oh wow!” you respond enthusiastically, leaning closer to inspect the bag. You give Cass a big grin. “Must be because of how awesome you look, kiddo.”
Cass blushes and rushes to join his brother at the next house. You straighten with a sigh and watch from the end of the driveway next to Sam, who’s eyeing you curiously.
“What’s up with you?” He asks, keeping his eyes on his nephews.
“Huh?” you bluster and clear your throat. “Nothing.”
“Don’t nothing me.” Sam’s eyes narrow over to you, but he’s grinning. “You’ve been off all evening. Spill.”
“Its just...” You shift nervously on your feet. You hadn’t expected to have this conversation tonight. A pit of nerves twist anxiously in your stomach and a cold sweat inches down your spine. “Seeing that fat baby really got to me.”
Sam bursts a laugh. “He was pretty chubby.”
Silence falls as the kids come back and you walk briefly to the next house on the lot. Once they’re out of earshot, Sam continues.
“But that doesn’t explain the look you have.”
“What look?” You frown, annoyed your own face had betrayed your emotions so readily.
“I don’t know like.... almost sad. What’s that all about, honey?” Sam’s voice drops to a comforting whisper, a large hand rubbing small circles on your back.
"I uh.... just want one." You say nervously, trying extremely hard to say nonchalant. Sam almost trips at your words and looks at you wide-eyed.
"You.. want one?" He repeats and you're blushing furiously now. Oh God. You're brain panics until Sam continues with, "Like... right now?"
Your burst into giggles and Sam is red-faced with embarrassment. However, his nephews return and demand you both take them to the next block before you can continue your conversation.
"Not now now," You whisper when the kids are out of earshot. "But one day."
Sam clears his throat, adjust his shoulders. "Ah. Gotcha. I, um, - " He flashes you a playful grin. "Would like a fat little pumpkin baby too."
You smirk at him, quirking an eyebrow. Your heart feels a lot lighter than it did earlier. "Just the one?"
Sam shrugs but there's the mischievous glint in his eyes that you love so much. "Maybe a whole patch."
"Samuel," You hiss at him, nudging him with a grin.
"What are you two talking about?" AJ asks, scowling at you both. You hadn't realised they'd finished and thankfully only caught the tail end of your conversation.
"Pumpkins." Comes the unified answer and the matching look of sheepishness.
"Come on boys, we have one street left." You say, ushering them up the street, hand in hand with Sam. When the boys have run up the drive way, Sam pecks your cheek sweetly and you link your arms with his; cuddling closer with a warm, fuzzy feeling as you watch the boys get their final round of candy.
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writer-in-wonder · 1 month ago
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hi! here's my masterlist :)
Here are all of my complete fics I've written! Just context: reader is written as a person in her early 20's. It is strictly platonic as she is a little sister figure to MCU characters. Strictly found family and platonic. :)
asks are currently open! i feel a lil uninspired so i thought i'd open asks as i work on two new fics - just send me a question or comment and i’ll answer! can be about my writing, marvel, other fandoms, getting to know me, life, etc. :)
requests are not fully open as i don’t have lots of time to write and wouldn’t want people waiting for the post, if that makes sense. but you all are welcome to send ideas you might have and i can make note of them!
currently writing: “nightmare” - Bucky and the Wilson family help reader in the aftermath of a bad dream.
tmnt:
TMNTember day 8: bribing a tattle-tale sibling (SIW Turtles)
When Raph, Donnie, and Leo make a hole in the wall playing ball, they have to figure out how to make sure Mikey won't tell Splinter (this is the Day 8 prompt from the TMNTember challenge with the Strength in Weakness TMNT AU from @truths33k3r4 !)
mcu:
post-tfatws
just talk to me, kid (samxplatonic!reader)
Reader is stressed and Sam can tell. So, of course, he tries to help. If only she would open up.
no one likes a showoff (samxplatonic!reader)
Sam loves working for the family business, but reader honestly kinda hates it.
academic weapon? (samxplatonic!reader buckyxplatonic!reader)
Sam and Bucky try to reason with reader as she fights to be an academic weapon.
mango smoothie (samxplatonic!reader buckyxplatonic!reader)
Reader gets a filling at the dentist and Sam and Bucky take care of her.
april fools (samxplatonic!reader buckyxplatonic!reader)
AJ and Cass convinced reader to help them pull an April Fools prank on Bucky and this is the aftermath.
night no. 3 (buckyxplatonic!reader)
Buck has another nightmare.
pre-thunderbolts
D.C. visit (buckyxplatonic!reader)
Bucky doesn't want the reader anywhere near his work as a Congressman in D.C. So why is she sitting on his couch? How did she even get in?
bucky vs. brainrot (samxplatonic!reader buckyxplatonic!reader)
Bucky has his first Congressman goof and the internet makes him regret it.
the first step (sam x platonic!reader)
Sam finds the reader on the boat in the middle of the night. What is she up to?
post-thunderbolts
so much better (thunderbolts (john, yelena, alexei)xplatonic!reader)
The team finds out reader is talking to a boy. Chaos ensues.
who’s landon? (thunderbolts (john, yelena, bucky, alexei) x platonic!reader
Alexei, Bucky, and John freak out when they see you sobbing, but there’s more to the story.
father’s day alexei x platonic!reader yelena x platonic!reader
You give Alexei one of those cheesy Father’s Day gifts.
incorrect quotes:
people who do not live here
bucky for congress
game night
grandpa
band-aids
the energy for this
headcannons/headcannon lists:
mamma mia
john’s acts of service
mac and cheese and alexei
being a little sister figure to joaquin torres
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wwilsonbarness · 1 year ago
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still not funny
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pairings:  sam wilson x bucky barnes
summary: basically a continuation of the deleted scene <3 
warnings: fluff, tinyyyyy bit of angst
word count: 1932
a/n: I love them so much and after seeing the deleted scene I just had to write this!! 
Feedback, likes and reblogs are much appreciated :) 
I do not give permission for my work to be copied, reposted or translated on any other platform.
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“Thank you for bringing us cake uncle Bucky!” Aj shouts across the table. 
“You’re welcome boys.” Bucky responds, playfully nudging Sam with a smirk. 
“I’m still their favourite uncle so don’t go getting any ideas.” Sam says shooting Bucky a glare.
“We’ll see.” Bucky returns the same look.
“Alright, alright I’m sure the boys love you both plenty, right boys?” 
A mix of “Yep” and “Mhmm Mama” come from Aj and Cass making everyone laugh lightly. 
Bucky couldn’t help but look to his side, focusing on the smile lines on Sam’s face. The way they moved as he looked around at his family. The way his smile kept growing as Sarah and the boys speak about the activities they’re planning tomorrow. He doesn’t realise how long he’s staring until Sam turns to him, toothy grin and all. “Something caught your eye Buck?” He says, his smirk only growing. 
He blinks as Sam’s voice breaks him out of his trance. “Hm? What? No I was just-” He rambles, only stopping when Sam moves his hand towards Bucky’s arm and squeezes slightly. 
“Chill man, I’m just messing with ya.”
Bucky laughs but before he can respond, Sarah calls his name. “You staying here tonight, Bucky?” 
“Oh, I- no that’s okay. Thanks Sarah.” Sam shoots him a look of confusion and answers again for him.
“Yes, he’s staying here tonight.” Bucky looks at him and mirrors the confusion on his face. 
“Guys I really don’t mind getting a room at a motel.”
“Nonsense!” Sarah exclaims as she stands up from the table. “Boys, get ready for bed and I’ll set up the couch for Bucky.” 
“It’s okay Sarah, I’ll do it. You just chill for the night.” Sam says. He gets up to hug the boys and Sarah goodnight. Bucky does the same.
“You sure?” She asks. 
“Yeah I got it.” He says. 
“Okay, goodnight then.” 
“Night!” Bucky says as she walks away before he turns to Sam.
“You know I really don’t mind getting a hotel room Sam.” He says slightly quieter than his normal voice. He didn’t really want to get a hotel room but he equally didn’t want to impose on Sam and his family.
“Come on now, you’re part of the family now Buck, there’s always going to be room for you here.” Sam reassures him with a pat on the back. They both begin to walk up to the house and Bucky heads for the couch. 
“Hey Sam?” Bucky shouts through to the kitchen where Sam was quickly finishing the clean up from the cookout. 
“Yeah?” 
“You got a spare pillow? Maybe a blanket?” 
“Yeah, in my room, hang on.” He puts away the last bowl and strolls through. Bucky could almost see a slight smirk on his face but had no idea why. 
“You know, I can’t really be bothered going all the way up, back down the stairs and all the way back up again.” Sam groans. He had been subtly hinting at Bucky to make a move but he hadn’t caught on, so Sam decided to up the stakes.
Bucky’s a bit confused but responds anyway. “Oh umm, I can get it? Where are they?” He heads for the stairs but stops on the first step, turning to Sam to wait for his answer. 
“Or” Sam trails off. “You could just stay in my room. Beds big enough for both of us.” Sam notices Bucky’s eyes practically fall out the sockets in surprise and suddenly worries that he might’ve overstepped. 
“Oh.” Bucky clears his throat before continuing, he pushes together his thumb and index finger, a nervous tic he had recently developed. “Yeah.. I- okay. If that’s okay with you?.” Truthfully the thought of sleeping in the same bed as Sam was a lot. He hadn’t even really admitted it to himself but there were feelings there, on his part anyway. Spending time with Sam, whether it was fighting on a mission or just sitting with him on the jet made him get a funny feeling inside his chest and he didn’t know how to handle it.
“Wouldn't ask if it wasn't.” Sam responds with a light chuckle. He follows Bucky up the stairs. Sam’s heart was beginning to race and he prayed Bucky couldn’t here it. 
Bucky walks into Sam’s room and looks around. He’d only ever seen it in photos and once on a video call, but it was just as he imagined. It was tidy but had loads of little trinkets around. He sees photos of Sam with Riley, his parents and a baby he assumes is Cass or Aj. There’s also a diary, it looks like it had been read a lot but it had a pen sticking out. Maybe a journal, Bucky thought.
Below the photo wall is a bottle of aftershave, he couldn’t smell it but he guessed it was the smell he had become so used to smelling on Sam. The one that he had grown so attached to recently. It made him feel silly, being attached to a smell but it also made him feel safe and that was a feeling he had been craving ever since he fell off that train in the 40’s. 
He turns to the left and sees Sam’s bed, it was covered in blankets and looked so comfy. It had been a while since he had slept in a bed, his apartment back in new york had a bed but he hadn’t once slept in it. He begins to think about whether he’ll be able to sleep okay but Sam’s voice cuts him off. 
“It’s a hard one.” 
Bucky turns around quickly and looks at Sam, he turns his head slightly, urging Sam to continue. 
“The mattress I mean. Soft beds are the worst. Ya know?” 
“Right.” Bucky says. He hated that Sam had those struggles but it  made him feel better that he wasn’t the only one who did.
Bucky goes to the bathroom first and changes into a pair of sweatpants and vest. He brushes his teeth and heads back to Sam’s room. Sam does the same but takes a little longer, he had a more detailed night routine. He changes into a pair of shorts and leaves his shirt off. He takes the time to wash and moisturise his face and walks back to the room. 
You got a side you prefer Buck?”
“By the door? If that’s okay with you?” 
“Yep.” 
They get into bed and Sam turns all the lights off, just leaving a lamp on his side table on. The room is silent but he can hear Bucky’s deep breathing. “You alright?” 
“Yeah.” Bucky chuckles to try to hide his embarrassment but Sam notices his cheeks warming up and turn a shade of red. “Just been a while since I shared a bed with someone.” 
“Are you uncomfortable?” Sam asks. 
“No! God no!” He wanted to tell Sam he could never feel uncomfortable with him around but he held back. “I just.. The only time I ever really shared a bed was with a girl back in the day.” He admits with a shy grin. 
Sam’s eyebrows raise at that and he takes a deep breath before responding “Is this so different?” He can’t help but chuckle when Bucky’s eyes do that thing again, they really would fall out if it kept happening. 
“Hm?” 
“Is this so different from then?”
“Sam.” Bucky calls his name.
“Bucky.” Sam responds in the same tone.
“Do you..”
“Do I..” 
Bucky takes a breath, he knows what he wants to say but he just can’t get it out. “Do you feel this.. thing between us?” Sam really can’t help his full laugh coming out this time.
“Thing?” He asks, waiting for Bucky to say what he’s really thinking. 
“Sam, If I’ve taken this the wrong way please tell me now to save me the embarrassment.” 
“How can I know unless you tell me?” He was really gonna make him say it wasn’t he?
“Sam, I like you.” 
“I’d hope so, we are partners after all.” Sam teases, he regrets it as he sees Bucky’s face drop. 
“Right.” Bucky nods his head slightly. “Partners.” He starts to turn back and lie down but stops when he feels Sam’s hand on his arm. 
“Oh my god, you idiot! Come here.” With that, Sam pulls Bucky towards him by the neckline of his vest and plants his lips against Bucky’s. The feeling of Sam’s soft lips melting into his was one he didn't think could ever be beaten. It’s a messy kiss and both of them don’t want it to end. Bucky’s the one to pull away, needing a second to catch his breath. He pulls away only slightly and presses his forehead against Sam’s. 
Sam’s tongue comes out his mouth and licks along his lips, chasing the taste of Bucky he had finally gotten after craving it for so long. “I do.” He whispers. Bucky pulls away further and looks at Sam, urging him to continue. “I do feel that thing.” 
Bucky chuckles at that, he feels shy and hides his head in the crook of Sam’s neck for a second. He couldn’t believe he had finally gotten to touch Sam in the way he way too often thought about. 
“What took us so long?” He asks softly but it comes out as a mumble against Sam’s skin. Sam pulls away slightly and places his hands on Bucky’s face. 
“What was that?” He asks and Bucky repeats himself but can’t bring himself to look in Sam’s eyes. 
“I’d say we’ve had a lot on our plates, it didn’t exactly leave us a lot of time to be alone.” Bucky nods along, it’s true. There was always someone or something in their way. “Plus, I like seeing you flustered. It’s cute so I had to play a little.” Sam teases. 
“Hey! I was not flustered.” Bucky argues playfully to which Sam laughs at.
“Buck, I honestly thought your eyes were gonna pop out of your head when I suggested sleeping up here.” Bucky feels his cheeks heat up even more.
“How else was I supposed to react? Sleeping in your bed with you in it.” 
“Aw baby are you getting all flustered again?” 
“You’re so annoying Sam.” Bucky playfully rolls his eyes and hides his smirk.
“Don’t act like you don’t love it.” They look into each other's eyes for a moment before he responds. 
“Yeah, I really do.” The unspoken true meaning of their words float between them but neither of them bring them to light. 
“Alright enough swooning.” Sam teases. “As much as I’d love to look into your eyes all night, we need to sleep.” 
“Come here then.” Bucky responds, pulling Sam down towards the bed with him. He pulls Sam into his chest and lets him wiggle around until he’s comfy. Their legs tangle under the blanket and Sam rests his arm over Bucky.. “This okay?” Bucky asks. 
“Mhmm. S’perfect.” Sam mumbles. 
It’s silent for a few moments before Bucky breaks it. 
“Sam?” 
“Yeah Buck?” 
“You think Sarah is free after their plans tomorrow?”
“Buck! It’s still not funny!” 
Bucky can’t hold off his laughter.
“It will never not be funny Sam.” He speaks more softly as he continues. “Don’t worry, there’s only one Wilson I got my eyes on.” 
With that he pressed a gentle kiss onto Sam’s forehead and closed his eyes. 
“Goodnight Doll.”  He heard Sam giggle at that and it was the best sound he had ever heard, until Sam responded in his sleepy voice. “Goodnight Babe”
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Marvel Siblings Masterlist 2
part one
AJ And Cass
bedside manner (ao3) - writethewolvesaway G, 3k
Summary: “You okay, Cass?” he asks. 
“I-” Cass clutches at his water again. “I don’t really,” his voice cracks, “ I don’t really feel so good.”"
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Cass falls sick when Bucky is watching him. And other things happen, kind of. That’s the main thing, though.
Find Our Way Home (ao3) - Lokinyan G, 15k
Summary: Bucky is invited to stay with the Wilson Family over Christmas.
letters we never sent (ao3) - MissAmyShay bucky/sarah G, 6k
Summary: Bucky likes Sarah. Sarah likes Bucky.
Cass and AJ think it’s time for their relationship to progress to a new level.
Scorpion Games (ao3) - Sholio T, 12k
Summary: Sam’s nephews have been taken by HYDRA. Zemo is getting them back. No matter what.
weekend at the wilson’s (ao3) - orphan_account bucky/sarah T, 3k
Summary: With her out of town, that meant that Bucky would be assigned her duties in her substitution. He’s watched the boys before but it’s never been for more than a few hours (considerably the reason for Sarah’s prior concerns.) But Bucky had siblings of his own and he knew how to tend to children’s needs. Cass and AJ weren’t even difficult children to begin with anyway, so he wasn’t worry about the end results of this weekend at all.
or bucky’s first weekend alone watching the boys.
Billy And Tommy
family is forever (ao3) - lady_romanov wanda/vision T, 35k
Summary: “So long, darling,” Vision says, as the walls of their house turn to dust, and Wanda watches as he disintegrates right from her hands, floating away in a cloud of gold as the real Westview reappears around her. Wanda’s empty hands fall back to her sides as she struggles to breathe evenly, and just as grief is starting to claw its way up her throat to choke her, she is startled by a voice behind her.
“Mom?”
(AU: Tommy and Billy survive.)
Perfect As You Are (ao3) - boopoopeedoo wanda/vision T, 4k
Summary: Wanda and Vision’s resolve to remain just friends is tested when Tommy and Billy rope Vision into rescuing Wanda from a bad date.
So Take Me Home (ao3) - wisteriafic wanda/vision T, 16k
Summary: Wanda and Vision, living a happy little life in the suburbs.
Zenith (ao3) - Cyan_Rain wanda/vision T, 61k
Summary: Billy and Tommy wake up miles from Westview, in a world that’s nothing like the idyllic life their mother made for them, a world still reeling from a bizarre mass disappearance and reappearance people are starting to call “The Blip.”
Six years later, there has been no sign of Wanda for so long she’s presumed dead. Her children decide it’s time to find answers.
Billy, Tommy, Vision, Doctor Strange, America Chavez, and Reed Richards follow a series of clues to another universe, to a variant Earth so different from their own it might as well be an alien planet, where they will face unknown dangers, strange mysteries, and possibly the Scarlet Witch.
Thor And Loki
All Through the Night (ao3) - gaslightgallows (hearts_blood) G, 832
Summary: Loki’s always had nightmares. Thor has always been a light sleeper.
Break (ao3) - kneelinganon (the_netherlady) G, 19k
Summary:
(Why didn’t you let me go?)
“Let me help you, brother.”
(Not your brother. Never your brother.)
“All things can be mended.”
(You are a fool.)
Grounded (fanfiction.net) - DearCassius G, 29k
Summary: Thor and Loki haven’t been getting along lately and it’s really wearing on Odin’s nerves. As a punishment, he sends them to Earth to attend a mortal school. But when a dangerous new threat arises, will they be able to learn the real value of brotherhood?
Shallow Grave (ao3) - takadainmate N/R, 5k
Summary: Thor finds Loki after his return to life. He’s been gone too long.
Set after The Mighty Thor 12 and before Exiled 01.
Gamora And Nebula
Flesh and Blood (ao3) - Marvelicious (Jayjaybe) T, 1k
Summary: She catches up to Nebula on one of the outer star systems; more precisely, a moon known only by letters and numbers, tucked into the atmosphere of a gas giant.
Port Previously Unknown (ao3) - Hecate N/R, 3k
Summary: Gamora still remembered her parents. Nebula hated her for that.
This Too Shall Last (ao3) - interabang T, 7k
Summary: Gamora through the years with each of her family members.
what we have is not a sisterhood (ao3) - Kierkegarden T, 4k
Summary: “I think your name is beautiful,” he continues, “Nebulae can come from the explosion of a dying star, but they can also mark the place where new stars begin.” “You’re my new star,” Nebula whispers back, and for the first time since he picked her up, she feels the sting of tears in her eyes. He reaches towards her, one giant thumb almost covering her face, as he gently wipes them away. A story of hope built in negative space.
Pietro And Wanda
Birthday (ao3) - MantaI305ApollosChariot G, 2k
Summary: Wanda and Pietro get some new markers for their fourth birthday. Unintentional mischief commences.
Moving Pictures (ao3) - red_starshine wanda/vision T, 30k
Summary: She doesn’t look right.
She’s the same age as Wanda, his twin sister, like the oppressive voice in Peter’s head keeps telling him, but her face is different. Close, but not quite there. He’d never seen his Wanda look this distraught.
Vigil (ao3) - AlphaFlyer T, 1k
Summary: Pietro and Wanda, waiting.
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dreamwritesimagines · 2 months ago
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Declassified [3] - Working Overtime
A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful support my loves🩷 I hope you like this chapter as well! 🥰 Please let me know what you think! 🩷
Pairing: Congressman!Bucky x Female!Reader
Summary: It's a skill to remain calm in stressful situations.
Warnings: Mentions of injuries, mentions of sex, explicit language
Word Count: 4137 (why is each chapter getting longer, ✨help✨)
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“Do you ever see yourself in something like this?”
You pressed the phone between your ear and your shoulder while waiting for the assistant to put you through, and shoved the mini sandwich into your mouth to chew vigorously. It was Sam’s nephew AJ’s birthday party, and of course Bucky was here, which meant that you and his team were here as well. You weren’t complaining; you admired Sam, Sarah was so lovely, and Cass and AJ were probably the sweetest kids you’d ever met.
The only issue was that Bucky had cleared out his whole day so now you had to move his schedule on top of the meetings he already had. You had started working at 5 a.m. today, already had four Red Bulls and three cups of coffee on an empty stomach, so needless to say you were starving while your heart tried to climb out of your chest.
And for the record, your heartbeat had nothing to do with the fact that for the last half an hour, you were trying to ignore just how good Bucky was with kids, letting them hang from his vibranium arm to entertain them. You stole a look at him as he pretended to run from the kids with water guns, making them giggle excitedly as they went after him.
“Um….” You trailed off and swallowed your bite, dragging your gaze from Bucky to grab another mini sandwich. “I don’t remember the last time I watered the cactus on my desk. I don’t think I’d be very successful with—hi Ms. Miller! Thank you so much for agreeing to take my call, I know how busy you are.”
Kelsey smiled when Bucky grabbed AJ to throw him over his shoulder with a monster roar, AJ’s laugh echoing in the garden as they started chasing Cass together.
“Is this what baby fever is?” Kelsey wondered out loud and you covered your other ear so that you could focus.
“Yes, Mr. Barnes would really appreciate it if we could move it to another time—absolutely, Friday 3 pm works for us. It’s a family thing—yes, it’s Captain America’s family but you know how close Mr. Wilson and Mr. Barnes are, his family is Mr. Barnes’ family too. Mm hm. Thank you so much again, have a wonderful day!”
You hung up and popped the mini sandwich in your mouth, then eyed the cup in Kelsey’s hand.
“Is there caffeine in that?”
Kelsey held it out of your reach. “It’s mine, go get your own from the kitchen.”
“Sharing is caring—”
“I don’t share my caffeine,” she told you and you heaved a sigh, then made your way to the kitchen, your eyes still glued to the phone. Sarah and her friend Emily whom you had met before were in the kitchen and you smiled at them.
“Hi.”
“Hi there,” Sarah said. “Is everything okay?”
“Oh yeah, I just came to see if there’s any coffee— just one moment please,” you said and pressed your thumb on the screen to send Paul a voice mail. “Paul! Hey, I talked to Miller, she’s fine with Friday 3 pm, which means you need to move the interview to 4:30 at least. You can contact Ryan, he’s on good terms with Caleb and has a soft spot for Bucky, he should be fine with it. If he’s not available, I’ll make a phone call to Tim, but you need to let me know in half, okay?”
You sent the voicemail and sent a quick text to Caleb, then lifted your head from your phone to look up at Sarah.
“Sorry. Um—I was wondering if there’s any coffee left, please?”
“Sure thing,” Sarah said with a small smile and filled a cup for you, then handed it to you.
“You’re an angel,” you said and your phone buzzed in your hand. You took a look at the text, then typed in your response while Sarah tilted her head to the right.
“You look a little jittery.”
“Oh yeah, I had four Red Bulls and this is my fourth cup of coffee,” you said and Emily raised her brows.
“It’s barely noon.”
“I started the day at 5 am,” you said, taking a sip of your coffee and Sarah shook her head.
“You need to take a break.”
“I’ll take a break when we put Bucky in DC,” you said. “Oh fuck. That reminds me, I still haven’t asked Kelsey for the latest poll—”
“I’m trying to remember if I’ve ever seen you without your phone in your hand,” Sarah mused and you sent a text to Kelsey, then looked up from your phone.
“Hm? Oh!” You let out a laugh. “I don’t remember either, to be honest with you. I hang onto this thing halfway through sex.”
Sarah and Emily exchanged glances and you made a face.
“Sorry,” you said. “TMI. I just, I barely have friends outside work and we talk about everything so it became a habit. I’ll need to take classes like that one Julia Roberts movie, did you guys watch that one? It was—”
“You have your phone in hand during sex?”
“Halfway through, and it’s not that weird,” you said with a nervous laugh. “My boyfriend works like 100 hours a week, so we managed to minimize the time while maximizing the effect. It takes us like 5 minutes, and then we both check our emails.”
 “Oh you poor thing...”
“No, I’m totally fine with it!” you said in a rush. “It’s a great arrangement because, I mean obviously if it’s sex vs work, it’ll be work. Sex can wait, work just doesn’t.”
“I barely know you, but I know that you need to dump that man,” Emily said. “I bet I can find someone for you.”
“Don’t worry, I already have someone in mind for her,” Sarah muttered to her with a knowing smile and you scoffed.
“No no, thank you so much,” you said. “Max and I have been together for years and like I said, our expectations match.”
“Don’t get me wrong but if you’re this tense every day, those five minutes aren’t doing much,” Emily pointed out and you took a deep breath.
“I’m a tense person in general,” you said. “Has nothing to do with anyone. I lost spelling bee when I was in first grade and then it turned me into this as a grown up.”
“Can I see your phone?” Sarah asked and you handed it to her, but your eyes widened when she put it in her pocket.
“Sarah?”
“Go socialize.”
“What?” you exclaimed. “No no no, you don’t understand, I need my phone—”
“I’ll give it back to you after half an hour. Go eat something, drink something healthy,” she said, taking the coffee cup from your hand, making you gasp. “There’s orange juice. Take some time for yourself, and I’ll give it back to you.”
“But…” you started but she walked out of the kitchen with Emily and you threw your head back, then rushed after her.
“Sarah! Sarah I can’t just go cold turkey, I will have withdra—”
“What is going on?” Bucky stopped you before you could walk past him and you looked up at him, then at Sarah who stepped out of the hallway into the garden. Your brows pinched together in frustration and you let out a breath, fanning yourself with one hand.
“I think I’m having withdrawals.”
“Over what?”
“My phone, Sarah took my phone!”
Bucky frowned. “Why?”
“Because I hold it while I have sex,” you said. “Do you think you can get it from her?”
He gawked at you.
“You hold your phone while—”
“Okay, everyone needs to stop making that such a big deal!” you snapped. “It’s more of an emotional support thing, it’s not like I check my emails during sex, I check them right after!”
“Alright, let’s just…” Bucky gently steered you out of the hallway. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
You nodded, still fanning yourself. “Is this how alcoholic people feel?”
“I don’t think they feel it within the first minute, Birdie,” Bucky said and you rubbed at your eyes.
“Can I borrow your phone?”
“No.”
“But listen, what if—” You pointed at him. “What if something goes wrong at work?”
He looked almost amused. “I’m standing right here,” he told you. “What would go wrong?”
“Your dick pics come out.”
“Impossible,” he said and grabbed a glass to put it in your hand. “Drink this.”
You looked down at the clear liquid, then shook your head.
“I can’t drink vodka, Bucky, it’s AJ’s birthday and I’m literally working—”
“It’s water,” Bucky deadpanned and you paused for a moment, then shrugged your shoulders and took a huge sip.
“Emily said I look tense,” you said, barely aware of the pout on your lips. “Do you think I look tense?”
“Absolutely.”
“I don’t look tense!” You hissed through your teeth and motioned at Sam who approached you and Bucky. “Let’s ask Sam, he’ll be honest. Sam, do I look tense?”
“I’ve never seen you not tense.”
Bucky let out a chuckle at the look of betrayal on your face. “Told you.”
“Sam, can I borrow your phone?”
“Do not give her your phone,” Bucky said and Sam’s eyes darted between you.
“Do I want to know what’s going on?”
“Sarah took my phone because for some reason she thinks I’m tense.”
“And how much caffeine is in your system right now?” Sam asked and you scoffed, waving a dismissive hand in the air.
“Four Red Bulls, three and a half cups of coffee. I’m totally fine.”
Sam turned to Bucky. “If you keep doing this to her—”
“I swear on my ma’s grave that I’m not doing anything,” Bucky said and you had to bite back your smile at the old Brooklyn accent that slipped through. “She refuses to listen to me. I sent her out of the office three times the other day so that she could take the rest of the day off, and each time she flat out said no and went back to her desk.”
“I was in the middle of going over your speech for the press,” you defended yourself. “I wasn’t going to just go home.”
“At least this way I can keep an eye on her,” Bucky told Sam while you sipped your water, looking up at him.
Bucky in casual clothes never failed to impress you. Yes, he could pull off a suit like no one else, but the fact that he could look this handsome with little to no effort, just with a t-shirt, leather jacket and jeans, had to be studied at schools in your opinion.
You opened your mouth to speak but as if on cue, sirens started going off and you frowned.
“Is that in my head or does anyone else hear that?”
Everyone’s phones started beeping and vibrating, multiple ambulances and police cars wheezing by, and both Bucky and Sam checked their phones while parents went to their children to get them inside.
“There’s been an attack,” Sam said, his eyes darting on the lines on his screen and Bucky nodded, his jaw tightening.
“Let’s go.”
“Wait, what?” you exclaimed while Sam ran to Sarah who was assuring Cass and AJ that everything was fine despite the worried look on her beautiful face. “Bucky no, it could be dangerous—”
He was already walking away from you. “Stay with Sarah.”
“But—”
“Stay with Sarah!” His tone held none of the softness it usually had for you, instead it sounded like an order, making you furrow your brows. The stern light in his eyes melted away when he took in your puzzled expression and he licked his lips, then stepped closer to you.
“I’ll be right back,” he said, his voice low. “I just need to know you’re safe, alright?”
“Buck, let's go!” Sam called out as he grabbed his shield and Bucky took off his leather jacket, his vibranium arm gleaming under the sun before they both ran out of the garden in the direction of sirens.
You could swear the whole garden was spinning around you as you stared at the road, then turned your head when someone gently touched your arm.
“Here.” Sarah handed you your phone. “Call your boyfriend, I’m sure he’s worried about you.”
“Thanks,” you said, fear twisting your stomach. “Sarah, he’ll—Bucky will be fine, right?”
Sarah gave you a calm smile and squeezed your arm in an assuring manner.
“I think you’re forgetting what he used to do before he got into politics,” she told you. “This is what he and Sam do best. They save people.”
You tried to swallow the lump in your throat and nodded your head, blinking back the tears.
“If he—” you started but stopped talking when your phone started buzzing in your hand, Max’s name flashing on the screen. “I’ll be right back.”
You walked away from her and answered the phone. “Max?”
“Babe, hey. You okay?”
“Yeah!” you said. “Yeah, I’m at Sarah’s house. You?”
“At work,” he said. “Can you see anything from there?”
You walked to the fences, then shook your head.
“No,” you said. “Do you know what’s happening?”
“They’re saying there are multiple people injured, they closed down a street,” Max said. “Do you want me to pick you up after I’m done?”
“No, stay where you are,” you said. “Don’t go outside until it’s clear out—” You took a look at the screen when your phone beeped. “My mom is calling, I’ll text you.”
“Okay, see you later,” he said and you hung up, then answered the call.
“Mom?”
“Oh thank God, your father and I have been so worried!” Your mother’s voice reached you. “Are you okay, sweetheart? You’re on speaker by the way.”
You rubbed the back of your neck, then nodded as if she could see you.
“Uh, yeah! Yeah I’m safe.”
“See, this is why I do not want you in New York,” your father said. “That place is a goddamn madhouse, something happens every day.”
You closed your eyes, familiar anxiety churning your insides.
“I mean honestly honey, what is wrong with here? Why did you have to move there?”
“Sweetheart, while I was on my retreat, I talked to Leah. Do you remember Leah?”
You rubbed your temples. “Mom...”
“Well you see, she says she can add you to the list for the next one when you—”
“I’m not going to go up on a mountain to listen to my inner thoughts and scream at the sky around bonfire, mom,” you cut her off and she heaved a sigh.
“But it’d be good for you! You are too tense.”
“What’s with everyone and saying I’m tense?” you asked, your voice going high-pitched. “I’m so relaxed!”
Fine, maybe screaming into a phone didn’t exactly prove that you were relaxed.
“Your boy seems to be doing well in the polls so far by the way,” your father commented. “Too much idealism, that one. DC isn’t exactly New York, did you tell him that they will eat him alive the moment he steps a foot in that congress?”
“He’s been around for over a century and broke through decades of brainwashing,” you said, your voice defensive for some reason. “I’d say he can handle a couple of politicians.”
“Oh do not talk about politics around me!” your mother said. “You know what it does to my nerves—Hannah? Hannah can you get me a Xanax please?”
You pinched the bridge of your nose.
“I uh….I gotta go guys, it’s work,” you said. “I’ll call you though, love you.”
You hung up before they could say anything else, and Kelsey grabbed your arm, waving the phone in your face.
“Bucky!”
Your heart dropped to your stomach. “Is he okay?”
“Yes and the internet is going crazy,” Kelsey said and you took a look at the screen, a shaky recording of Bucky stopping a huge chunk of a wall from falling on a small girl while Sam pulled an elderly man out of the car, firefighters and medics running around. You let out a breath as you watched Bucky carry the small girl to her mother, then go back to rip the door off a bus to help the people trapped inside.
“Holy shit,” Kelsey muttered. “I think he just won the election.”
Somehow, the election had become the last thing in your mind as you watched Bucky on the screen, a warmth dripping inside your chest but you swallowed thickly, then tried to smile.
“Right,” you rasped out. “Yeah. It’s good optics. Or something.”
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It was indeed an attack but thankfully, there were no casualties. People were lucky that Bucky and Sam moved as quickly as they did, and apparently all the news channels and people on the internet agreed with you.
And Kelsey was right.
There were multiple videos of Bucky saving people all over the internet, and you were sure you had read thousands of comments by now. After things got calmer, you had decided to go back into the office to get your mind off things and throw yourself in work, but needless to say, it wasn’t working.
At least your phone was back in your hand.
And you were sitting on the office floor.
You sniffed and reached out to put another paper on the floor, then changed it with the one on its right. You scribbled a footnote at the bottom of the page, still holding your phone tightly in your other hand, but your head shot up when you hear the door open and someone stepped into the bullpen.
And as if on cue, your heart started beating in your throat.
“Hey,” you managed to rasp out and he tilted his head.
“What are you doing on the floor?”
“I ran out of space on my desk,” you said. “And I’m trying to decide on the order of these meetings, so…”
Bucky lingered in his spot only for a moment like he was trying to figure out how to react, then cleared his throat and approached you to sit on the floor as well.
“You don’t want to be home after today?”
“I’m fine, Max is probably working anyway.”
“Birdie—”
“But hey, you’re back,” you said, swallowing the lump in your throat. “From your—your superhero stuff. Kels has a point, you’ve just won the election.”
From the clueless look on his face, it was clear that Bucky had not thought about that.
“What?”
“You haven’t checked social media?”
“You know I don’t do that.”
“Well, everyone is impressed with your heroic actions, a lot of journalist want to—”
“It wasn’t a heroic action, it’s the least I could do.”
“That makes it even more heroic.”
“And I’m not going to use it to win the election.”
“All your opponents would.”
“I don’t care.” Bucky shook his head. “No one should use helping the people in need as some sort of PR bullshit. It’s what everyone should do.”
“I figured you’d say that,” you murmured. “Well, it doesn’t matter if you want to use it or not, people are all over it. I think I watched like a thousand thirst traps of you since the afternoon.”
“What’s a thirst trap?”
You bit back a smile and grabbed a paper on the floor, then put it on top of the pile.
“That leaves out this press release then,” you muttered. “You should still talk to a journalist we trust, about what happened.”
“No.”
“Bucky, there’s nothing wrong with addressing—”
“They will turn it into a PR stunt if I do,” he said. “No.”
You heaved a sigh and grabbed the file on your left to shuffle through it, taking out a couple of pages as you sniffled again. His eyes found the crumpled tissue beside you, his gaze softening while you nibbled on your lip, forcing yourself to focus.
“Are you okay?”
The nod of your head wasn’t even convincing to you, so you weren’t really surprised that he didn’t believe you. You dared steal a look at him, your cheeks warming when you did so you lowered your glances to the phone in your hand, your nail pushing at the screen protector.
“Were you scared?”
You could feel the tears threatening to burn your eyes so you blinked fast, pursing your lips and shaking your head.
“Does your family know you’re safe?”
“Yeah,” you mumbled. “They called.”
“That’s good,” he said gently, like he was talking to a skittish animal. “They must’ve been relieved, huh?”
“I think so.”
“They’re okay? Back home?”
“Okay is a stretch but they’re—they’re them, I guess,” you said with a small laugh. “My dad and I fight every time we talk, and my mom can’t handle it. She can’t handle much, to be honest. That’s why she keeps going on these spiritual retreats and popping Xanax like candy.”
Bucky hissed in a breath. “Ouch. Sorry.”
You waved a hand in the air.
“Don’t be, it’s expected,” you said. “It’s such a cliché. How does that old song go? My daddy’s rich, my ma is good lookin’.”
His head shot up in excitement, a hopeful light glimmering in his eyes and the sight was so sweet that you couldn’t help but smile, your stomach doing a happy flip.
This right there, this was Bucky.
Bucky back in the 1940s, the guy who you saw in black and white pictures with the devilish charm and carefree grin, this was him.
“You listen to Billie Holliday?” he asked and you nodded your head fervently, sitting up straighter.
“Yeah! And Ella Fitzgerald too!” you said, pride laced in your tone. “I know all their songs. My grandfather had this huge collection, he had a bunch of signed records too, he displayed them on—”
“Babe?” Max’s voice cut through your rant and you turned your head, a frown pinching your brows together. You grabbed the papers and Bucky stood up, then offered you his hand to help you up. A warmth shot from your fingertips to your whole body the moment you placed your hand in his, your eyes locked in his, your heart leaping but you forced yourself to pull your hand back as the footsteps came closer before Max appeared in the doorway.
“Max?” you asked, trying to ignore the tingling in your hand. “What are you doing here?”
“You mentioned you’d be here, and I figured I could pick you up after today,” he said. “It’s been a weird day. I talked to your mom, she’s very worried.”
Right.
That was normal. He was your boyfriend after all, and you had no business feeling this warm and fuzzy around Bucky, who was your boss and also was not, in fact, your boyfriend.
Max shot you a look before giving a tight lipped smile to Bucky and you snapped out of your daze, then cleared your throat.
“Right. Um—Max, this is Bucky. And Bucky, this is Max,” you said. “My boyfriend whom I—whom I love very much.”
What.
The.
Fuck.
You had no idea why you felt the need to add that detail. Discomfort churned your stomach as soon as the words left your mouth but you swallowed the lump in your throat, plastering a lovesick smile on your face and grasping Max’s upper arm to squeeze it gently. Bucky held your gaze in his, his expression unreadable as he turned to Max who held out his hand.
“Hello Mr. Barnes,” Max said as Bucky shook his hand. “I’ve heard so much about you.”
“Likewise.”
“We should go,” you said before Max could say anything else. “It’s been a weird day, like you said. I’ll see you tomorrow, Bucky?”
“What’s the rush?” Max asked with a laugh and you shook your head, grabbing your purse and the files off the desk.
“No rush, just want to be home.”
And have an existential crisis.
“But—”
“Have a nice night Bucky!” you chirped as you all but dragged Max out of the bullpen, stepped outside and made your way to the car. Max got on the driver’s seat while you buckled your seatbelt on the passenger seat, and he turned to you.
“That was weird,” he commented. “You sure you’re okay?”
You nibbled on your lip, turning your phone in your hand as he started the car, then waved a hand in front of your eyes.
“Babe?”
You took a deep breath, then forced yourself to smile.
“Sure,” you said and slipped a little to lean your knees on the dashboard, your hand still warm with Bucky’s touch. “I’m fine. Just a long day.”
Chapter 4
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wickedsingularity · 7 months ago
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Let’s Worship for Christmas Advent Calendar 2024 [December 2nd]
Let’s Worship for Christmas Advent Calendar 2024 Masterlist
Summary: After a long and difficult mission where you missed Halloween, Thanksgiving and the start of Advent, you’re finally home with Sam. Catching up on lost time together, you end up using your safeword. Trying to move on with Christmas preparations and traditions, it’s not all merry.
Pairings/characters: Sam Wilson x reader (but not really), Shang-Chi, Matt Murdock, mention of AJ Wilson and Cass Wilson Warnings: Mention of horror and jump scares Words: 160
For @iguess-theyre-mymess
No banner yet! It will come!
At this point, I didn't even know how long it had been since we set out. All I knew was that I had missed Halloween, Thanksgiving and the start of advent. Missing Halloween wasn't a big loss for me, I had seen enough horror and jump scares in my job to last fourteen lifetimes. Missing Thanksgiving made my heart ache. Sarah always had us over for a dinner that had us rolling instead of walking home. 
But the start of advent... That was my time with AJ and Cass. Had been for... what was it? Six years now? Seven? Since before Sam asked me out for the first time at least, when we were just friends. 
Time felt strange right now. I didn't know what day or time it was. The view outside the Quinjet had been the same for hours and Shang-Chi's back was blocking the flight instruments. Could be noon at midsummer, could be midnight New Year's Eve. 
December 1st | Masterlist | December 3rd
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sarifinasnightmare · 2 years ago
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@sarahbuckybingo Summer Prompt Fest 2023 Masterlist by @sarifinasnightmare
Week 1 - July 1-7: Cook Out - Knife Skills
Week 2- July 8-14: Beach Day - Beach Nap
Week 3 - July 15-21: Cass and AJ Wilson - Rocky Road
Week 4 - July 22-28: Night On the Town - Nighttime Stroll
Week 5 - July 29 - August 4: Beat the Heat - Family Trip
Week 6 - August 5-11: Alternate Universe - The Legend
Week 7 - August 12- 18: Sam Wilson - The Pancake Conundrum
Week 8 - August 19-25: Popsicles - Popsicle Standoff
Week 9 - August 26-31: Back to School - Leaving the Nest
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tllgrrl · 2 years ago
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@sarahbuckybingo Summer Prompt Fest 2023 Masterlist by @tllgrrl aka Nefertiri Jones
Week 1 - Jul 1-7: “Cookout” — Wilson Cookout Playlist
Week 3 - Jul 15-21: “Cass & AJ Wilson” — Formal Introduction
Week 5 - Jul 29-Aug 4: “Beat The Heat” — 7th Inning Stretch (NSFW)
Week 6 - Aug 5-11: “Alternate Universe” — The Six Triple-8
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ADDENDUM: Week 5 is 2 Chapters. Chapter 1 is SFW and can be a nice Fade To Black with no need to go further if you don’t want the Spicy Stuff. Chapter 2 is NSFW. Grown Folks having some Them Time.
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Thanks @spinachgarden for hosting this fun Summer event!
Bravo to the Writers! And, of course, Thank You, Readers, both here and over on The AO3.
See you in the Fall!
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foreverindreamlandd · 3 years ago
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Awake My Soul • 16
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader
WC: 5k
Summary: It’s been 5 years since zombies first began their invasion, and despite everything you’ve been through, you’ve managed to survive up until this point. Now it’s time to face your most dangerous challenge yet….the grumpy, untrusting, fiercely protective Bucky Barnes.
Chapter Warnings: Mentions of nightmares, healing from trauma, mentions of injuries, liiiil bit of angst BUT MOSTLY FLUFF I SWEAR :)
A/N: Last chapter before the epilogue, folks. Please enjoy all the fluff in this one. Thank you a million times over for your patience. Will try to get the epilogue to you as soon as possible. <3
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**There is a playlist for this fic, but linking it here messes up the tags so feel free to check it out in the series masterlist!
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It was raining.
The soft pitter patter of water droplets as they landed on the roof of the watchtower created a steady, calming cadence for your ears.
Behind you, Morgan, AJ, and Cass squealed in delight as they ran around in the mud and rain with their new friends, Billy and Tommy, twin brothers. 
Once you had settled yourself back to camp, you requested to switch your watch shift to the day. Nights were still hard for you, and though you rarely slept through them anymore, it felt safer to be in the dorms where your family was just a few feet away rather than being outside  by yourself in the dark. 
The dark was still hard for you after all that time locked in that pitch black room with Hydra. 
The only argument Sam had was whether it was too soon for you to return to your regular duties, but you quickly waved him off. It was worse sitting around doing nothing, allowing intrusive thoughts and agonizing memories to enter your mind. You preferred getting your hands dirty as you picked the grown vegetables in the garden, or cleaning the weapons in your arsenal room.
And being here, on watch, where you could escape to whatever world existed between the pages of the book you were currently reading.
You stuck with comfort reads lately, first picking up Ella Enchanted to come back to something familiar, something grounding. Now, you were flipping through Along for the Ride by Sarah Dessen, a book you read at least five times during your days as a young, angsty teen.  
Resting the book on the ground beside you, you turned your gaze to watch the kids play, a  small smile on your lips. From the corner of your eye you saw the twin’s mom, Wanda, standing against one of the brick buildings. Her arms crossed in front of her, and she was laughing at the eruption of giggles coming from her boys.
Lord knows how long it had been since they had laughed like that.
The Maximoffs were one of the dozens of prisoners held at the Hydra camp. Shield had helped as many as they could escape, guiding them through the woods and providing any resources they could as you began your trek home. 
Many of the prisoners broke away a few days after the rescue, itching to go find any remaining members of their previous group.
Wanda’s husband Vision approached to join her in watching them play, wrapping an arm around his wife and kissing the crown of her head as she leaned into him.
From what you learned from the Maximoffs, Wanda had been separated from Vision and the twins for months after being captured by Hydra. Up until a few weeks ago when Shield blew the underground prison to the ground, she had nearly driven herself mad thinking they were all dead.
For the entire journey back to camp, she did not let her boys stray more than five feet from her, and you could see the distress in her eyes whenever she wasn’t holding their hands or holding them in her arms.
Turning your focus back to the outskirts of camp, you extended your arm out, letting the rain splash into the palm of your hand.
It had been so long since you were able to enjoy rain like this. To let its natural tempo steady your heartbeat, for the heightened smell of the trees around you settle your mind, to focus on the feeling of its cool droplets against your skin.
You closed your eyes, letting this small comfort bring ease to your senses. 
A soft whistle sounded off behind you, and your heart fluttered in response. Seconds later, strong arms wrapped you from behind, and gentle lips were pressing lightly on a faded bite mark on your neck.
“Hey, Sweetheart,” he whispered, chin resting on your shoulder.
Your hand when on his arm, thumb running up and down the sleeve of his Henley. “Hi, Bucky.”
Bucky let out a small breath of relief at the sound of his name on your lips, pulling away just enough to take hold of your chin and slowly glide your gaze to him.
You stared into those stunning blue eyes, and all of the adoration shining within them as he gauged your reaction to saying his name. Looking for any sign of discomfort, his body relaxing more and more when he determined you were okay.
This was the new routine the two of you had established since beginning your journey of ripping yourself of Hydra’s hold. It took…a lot of patience and learning from you both, and had been far from easy.
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When you first cleared your mind of its clouded, confused state after Bucky had been bitten by the runner, the two of you naively thought that you were totally free from the brainwashing that had been done to you. There were so many happy tears, lots of kissing, and lots of smiles as relief flooded through you.
That night, after the rest of Shield had reunited and built camp on the outskirts of the rubble with the rescued prisoners, you fell asleep wrapped in his arms, feeling like everything was going to be okay.
But apparently the nightmares still remained in the darkest depths of your mind, and you were back in the woods running from Bucky. When you woke to concerned eyes, you let out a blood-curdling scream, fighting and clawing your way free from the monster before you. 
Moments later, after a lot of heavy breathing and his calm, soothing voice, you registered where you were and who you were with, collapsing into his chest as sobs overtook you, your brain trying to put itself back together again.
It was one of the worst moments of your life, witnessing the pain in his eyes, the fear that a part of you would always be afraid of him. 
It didn’t end there. Sometimes he would walk up to you too quietly and you would whip around pressing a dagger to his neck. Whenever you said his name, the pain of the collar that was no longer around your neck resurfaced so aggressively that you would keel over in agony.
And though each of these moments devastated Bucky, he was determined to stay by your side and help you through each trigger, determined to help you fight the demons that still lingered in your mind.
You were both determined to make sure that wouldn’t happen. Which was what prompted “The System.” 
Him whistling whenever he was approaching from behind to make you aware of his presence, you saying his name over and over and over again to chip away the pain it caused in your neck from the phantom collar.
Sleeping in separate spaces. That had been the hardest, going to bed desperately wishing to have your greatest protector and friend but having to force yourselves to be apart so that you wouldn’t wake up thinking he was trying to kill you.
Baby steps. It was what you had told yourself during those early days of knowing Bucky, when you were trying to get him to not hate your guts. It had worked then, and you hoped it would work now.
And of course it did, because everything involving you and Bucky would always work out. It had to.
It happened when you were walking the halls of the dorms late one night, returning to your room from the bathroom. When you passed Bucky’s door, you heard sounds of distress.
At first, you wondered if it was in your head, but then you heard the faint cry of Bucky calling for help, and you were by his side in an instant.
You touched his arm. “Bucky?” There was a slight sting in your neck but you fought back a wince.
His eyes were closed, face scrunched in agony. “Help. Help.”
“What’s wrong?” you asked, hand going to his sweat-covered forehead.
“Can’t…can’t…”
“Can’t what?”
“Can’t find her.”
Your brows furrowed. “Can’t find who?”
Tears fell from his closed eyes. “Y/n. She’s gone,” he whimpered. “I can’t find her. I need her.”
It broke your heart to hear the pain in his voice, the despair, and without a second thought you crawled into bed, holding him tightly in your arms as he clung to you.
“It’s okay, Bucky,” you whispered, kissing his forehead. “I’m here. It’s okay.”
Your comforting words made him release a long, heavy sigh, and his hands squeezed around your waist in desperation.
His breathing remained ragged for a little while longer, but eventually, with you whispering comforting words, he relaxed.
You tried to stay awake all night, dreading the idea of you falling asleep while he was in such turmoil and waking up in a state of terror being near him, not wanting to be the cause of more heartache for him.
But the nightmares that had incessantly haunted your dreams had made your nights restless, and you were completely exhausted. So eventually, as your eyelids grew heavier and heavier, you dozed off into a deep slumber.
This time, instead of running through the woods, you were standing in the clearing he had once taken you to. You watched a handful of wild horses - one of them a stunning blue-gray color - galloping along the lush field, the warm sunlight of golden hour on your face, sky aglow in various shades of pink, orange, and purple.
It was so…peaceful.
You felt something brush along your neck, and instead of panic, you felt warmth course through you.
Bucky pulled his lips away as you turned to him, his eyes shining in the bright sunlight. He was so beautiful, so happy as he looked at you.
You smiled, wrapping your arms around his and resting your head on his shoulder, the two of you staring out into the clearing, no thoughts of danger or fear in your mind whatsoever.
Only love.
When you woke up that morning, the smile was still on your face.
It dropped when you noticed Bucky was no longer in bed with you, but sitting on the floor, back resting against the bed.
He turned to look at you, a shameful look in his eyes like a sad puppy.
“Sorry,” he mumbled.
You propped yourself up on your elbow. “Sorry for what?”
His lips curved up in a joyless smile. “Somehow forcing you in here. And then for being selfish and not leaving before you woke up.”
You sighed, shaking your head. “Bucky.” You shuffled over to create a space in the bed, patting the sheets. “Get your ass back in here.”
He narrowed his eyes, skeptical, but when he opened his mouth to argue, you scowled, and he thought better than to go against your wishes.
Slowly, and hesitantly, he got up from the floor and crawled back into bed, his muscles relaxing as he wrapped his arm around you.
Your head rested on his chest, and you listened to his heartbeat slow down.
“You were calling for help in your sleep,” you whispered after a few minutes, and his muscles tensed back up.
“Really,” he replied, hand moving over your head, massaging your scalp. 
You nodded. “You couldn’t find me.”
Silence.
“Do you have that dream often?” you asked.
More silence. And then…
“Every night since you left.”
Your heart split at the sadness in his voice and you lifted yourself up to look at him, hand cupping his cheek. 
“I’m sorry I wasn’t there to help you.”
Bucky let out a small, bitter laugh, rolling his eyes. “I should be saying that to you, Sweetheart.”
“Are you kidding? You saved me from the dark and brought me back to life, Buck, in every way that it mattered. You have been so kind, and patient, and loving. You never gave up on finding me, and you still haven’t given up on me even though I’ve been a fucking wreck. Through all the shit I’ve put you through, you never gave up on me.”
Tears welled in Bucky’s eyes as he wiped away the one sliding down your cheek.
“And I never will. I’ll never give up, I’ll never stop waiting, I’ll never stop fighting for you.” 
His hand moved to gently cup the back of your head as he pulled you closer for a slow, tender kiss. 
The two of you stayed in bed the rest of the day - with the exception of Bucky running to the kitchen to grab food for the both of you after his stomach grumbled for an entire minute. You stayed there, wrapped up in each other, drifting between silence and talking about anything and everything. 
Things hadn’t been this easy between you two in such a long time, that you had almost forgotten how much you had been craving it.
Enough time passed that you could barely register it passing anymore, your lids growing heavy as Bucky hummed a soft tune you both loved, the rumbling in his chest lulling you to sleep. 
You weren’t sure how long you had drifted off for before he gently nudged you awake, and the room was pitch black.
“We should get you to bed,” he whispered, kissing your temple before starting to slide out of his bed to escort you to your room.
A soft groan escaped and you shook your head, hands gripping around his t-shirt.
“I wanna stay,” you mumbled, eyes slowly closing.
Even in the dark, you could sense the skepticism in his eyes, and though he did not pull away from your hold, his body remained tense.
“I don’t want to risk it, Sweetheart. What if we just got lucky this morning?”
“Bucky, please let me stay,” you quietly begged. “I’m okay. I promise.”
The earnestness in your voice was what finally got him to relax, his body melding back against yours.
“If you start feeling overwhelmed or afraid even for a second, just let me know. Okay?”
You nodded, pulling him closer to you until your cheek rested against his chest once more, already drifting back to sleep. “I will.”
The last thing you felt before returning to your slumber were his lips pressing against the crown of your head.
And then…
You were back in the field, with gentle arms wrapped around you, staring at the most beautiful smile you had ever seen.
You felt loved. Happy.
Safe.
When you awoke hours later - the soft rays of sunlight warming your eyelids - you opened your eyes to a still sleeping Bucky. He must have tried to stay awake all night to make sure you were comfortable, exhausting himself. 
There was a small part of your mind that was just as nervous about waking up with him after these past few weeks. What if you weren’t ready for this moment? What if the triggers were hidden somewhere in your brain, about to go off any second as you looked at him?
You waited for said trigger to turn on as you continued to stare at Bucky, praying that he would remain the man you loved, not feared.
Seconds passed, turning into minutes, and your mind stayed in a state of adoration as you admired the peaceful expression on his face as he slept.
As if sensing your intense gaze, Bucky began to stir, body shifting, arm snaking its way around your waist-
He froze, realizing he wasn’t alone as his eyes shot open, looking over at you, hesitation painted across his face. 
“Morning, Beefcake,” you said, trying to make your voice as comforting as possible.
He licked his lips, eyes scanning yours. “Morning, Sweetheart. How…how are you feeling?”
You responded by crushing your lips to his, hand gripping the back of his neck for support. Bucky let out a moan of relief, pulling you flush against him.
The two of you never slept apart from each other again.
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“You’re late for watch, you know,” you chided as Bucky settled himself by your side, gaze following yours to look at the rain. 
He rolled his eyes, fingers sneaking down to tickle your waist and you squealed. 
“I’m never late, Sweetheart, you’re just always annoyingly early.”
You gave him your best mischievous grin. “I know, it’s just that I love busting your balls, Beefcake.”
“I hadn’t noticed,” he grumbled, smile still on his face.
You scrunched your nose at him before leaning forward for a kiss. When you pulled back, your eyes went to the bite mark on his neck and you grimaced. “How’d it go?”
Bucky shrugged, fingers grazing over the newly-formed scar that matched yours. “Same as always. Banner says that my blood is showing up as normal. I’ve officially been given the clean, zombie-free bill of health.”
Your shoulders sagged in relief. “Good,” was all you could think to say.
Bucky pulled you closer to him and kissed your brow. “Can’t get rid of me that easily, baby.”
You smacked his metal arm with a scoff. “As if I’d ever want to be rid of you.”
“You better not!” he laughed. “Cause I don’t plan on ever leaving your side.”
Butterflies swarmed in your stomach and you looked up to meet that beautiful cerulean gaze. “Promise?”
He kissed the bridge of your nose. “Promise.”
Your romantic moment was cut off by a sudden squeal, and you both jerked your heads over to the camp in alarm, only to find that Morgan had thrown a handful of mud at Billy and was now running for her life as he chased her, preparing to strike back.
The two of you chuckled at the chaos before you. “Good to see they’re settling in nicely,” Bucky remarked.
“Who knows the last time they were able to have fun and be so carefree.”
Bucky nodded. “Been a while since we had any newcomers, especially kids. It’s nice.”
“Do you think they’ll stick around?”
He shrugged. “You never know. At the end of the day it’s up to them and what they think is best for their family. But I can’t imagine them saying no to a semi-safe place where they can heal together.”
“This is the best place for that. Healing, that is,” you added with a wink, and Bucky smiled, squeezing you a little more tightly to him.
A few beats of silence passed as you continued watching the kids play below.
“Banner mentioned he wants to talk with us,” he said.
Your brows furrowed. “Did he say why?”
He shook his head. “Not really. He says he has an idea he wants to run by us. Some long-term project or whatever. I was thinking we could go tonight, after dinner?”
You bit the inside of your cheek. “Actually,maybe we can talk to him tomorrow morning? You and I…we already have plans for tonight.”
Bucky’s lips turned downward in an intrigued expression. “Oh really?”
Heat rose to your face, knots growing in your stomach. “Well, I was kind of low-key planning to ask this super hot, grumpy pants with a heart of gold out on a date.”
His cheeks flushed a bright pink, but tried to keep his expression casual. “I sure hope you’re talking about me, Sweetheart.”
“What, is Yelena not available tonight?”
A loud, dramatic scoff escaped Bucky as you fell into a fit of giggles, and he tackled you to the ground playfully, peppering your face with a multitude of kisses, pinning you down.
“Alright, alright, fine!” you squealed. “I’ll take you on the damn date, Beefcake!”
He pulled back at the peace offering, face smug. “Pick me up at seven?”
You winked. “Wear that skimpy black dress you know I like.”
“Do you think I’ll get a kiss at the end of the night?” His lips lowered to hover over yours.
“Only if you behave,” you replied, suddenly breathless
He let out a low chuckle, the rumbling in his chest vibrating against yours. “Damn,” he murmured, “I know I can’t keep that promise around you.”
“Bummer,” you whispered, lifting your head just enough for your lips to finally meet.
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“So anyways, I’m running through the woods as these giant dinosaurs in clown outfits chase after me. I finally managed to climb up a tree, but who’s at the top? Fucking Dum Dum with his giant bowl of soup smiling at me. And then I woke up.”
Yelena took a bite of green beans as you and Kate stared at her, eyes narrowed.
“Have you been sneaking sweets before bed, babe?” Kate asked.
The blond shook her head. “No.”
You crossed your arms and leaned them on the table. “Do you always have dreams like this, Lena?” 
Her lips turned downward as she considered the question. “The clown dinosaurs show up from time to time. But the Dum Dum thing is new….” she turned around and looked at Dum Dum, who caught her gaze, giving her his classic cheery smile and wave. She turned back around with a grimace, “...and slightly more unsettling.”
“Dum Dum is literally the nicest person in this entire camp,” Bucky remarked with a mouthful of bread. “And we literally just fought an entire evil empire and their hoard of flesh-eating zombies. How the hell can he be more unsettling than that?”
“Too much joy,” Yelena said, with what looked to be almost genuine fear in her eyes. “How can one person be so cheerful? In Russia, everyone was mad. Anger is what comforts me.”
“Don’t worry, Lena, if Dum Dum ends up smiling at you to death, I’ll make him pay,” Kate said, resting a reassuring hand on her girlfriend’s leg and kissing her cheek.
“Why does Yelena look like she’s just been to hell and back?” Druig asked, walking up to the table and resting his food tray down to join the group. Before sitting down, he slid the chair next to his back as Makkari - one of the new additions to camp after Hydra’s downfall - took the seat, her smile growing as she looked at Druig. She moved her hand from her chin out in front of her to sign  thank you.
The right corner of his mouth twitched as he mirrored her gesture. 
What had struck you most about Makkari upon meeting her was that – though she was barely able to stand from all of the injuries she sustained the day of the explosion – she was always there to lend a helping hand to someone who needed it, even if that meant holding someone else up for miles when she could barely do it for herself.
The other thing you noticed immediately was the way Druig’s eyes always found their way to her. She could be dozens of feet away and yet he always knew exactly where she was. And every time they locked eyes, she would lift her chin up at him with a smile, and the corners of his mouth would turn up ever so slightly as he lifted his own chin up.
“She’s scared of Dum Dum,” you replied, giving your blond best friend a quick wink as she glared at you. 
“Am not,” she grumbled, and Kate wrapped her arm around her in support, biting back a smile.
“Not what?” Sersi asked as she approached, taking the seat next to you and bumping her arm against yours in hello.
“Afraid of Dum Dum,” Druig responded, and Yelena growled as the rest of the group burst into a fit of laughter.
“Sounds like you lot are having fun over there!” Dum Dum called out. “What’s got the gang in such a fit of giggles?”
“It’s cause she’s afraid of y-” Bucky shouted.
“NOTHING’S HAPPENING OKAY LET’S JUST LET IT GO,” Yelena yelled over Bucky, but there was now a smile forming on her face as she began to see the ridiculousness of the conversation, and you felt tears streaming down your eyes from laughing so hard. 
You looked around the table, at the people who meant the most to you all smiling and laughing, as if you hadn’t survived the worst moments of your life, as if your lives weren’t at risk every second of every day.
These were the people who fought for you even when you thought you weren’t worth fighting for, who risked their lives to bring you our of captivity and back home with them. 
And you knew that they’d do it all again in a heartbeat if needed, just as you would for them.
It would be naive for you not to think that there would be even worse moments ahead, that terrible things were bound to happen, that there would be days when you couldn’t remember the last time you laughed.
Those moments would still come, but as long as you could also have these moments, you knew that you could survive anything.
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“Alright, Sweetheart,” Bucky said as you led him out of the cafeteria to the location of your date. “Can I get any sort of hint as to where you’re taking me?”
You grabbed his hand. “Not a chance, but I’m sure you’ll get the idea the closer we get to our destination.”
He let out a huff in response and you glared up at him. “So dramatic, Beefcake. We’ll be there soon, so don’t get your pants all up in a tizzy.”
Another grumble, but his lips quirked up and you felt his thumb move along your knuckles.
Though you were joking, there was a bundle of nerves wreaking havoc in your stomach as you headed to the building with the science lab and library, leading Bucky to the semi-hidden  door tucked in the back.
You stopped at the door, looking up at his confused expression.
“Months ago, you pulled off the most romantic gesture I could have ever asked for, and I completely ruined it, then put you through absolute hell for a really, really long time.” Tears pricked your eyes and you looked down at the ground in shame thinking back to the night you left. “I know that at the time, I thought what I was doing was the right thing, but I don’t know if I’ll ever forgive myself for putting you through all that pain.”
“Sweetheart-” he began to say, and you looked back up to meet his watery eyes, shaking your head to cut him off as your hand went to the knob, slowly turning it and pushing open the door to reveal a familiar display.
Amber lights creating a soft glow throughout the room, a couch in the middle, a projector behind it, with a DVD case of a movie based on a book that brought you two together so long ago.
Though you had a feeling Bucky had known what was coming, you still felt a small flutter in your chest when his breath hitched.
“I wanted to give that night back to you, rewrite it so that we got the moment we deserved to share. One where two people go on a date and be all romantic and shit and one person doesn’t drug their partner and run away into the night.”
Bucky breathed out a small laugh, a tear running down his cheek.
You moved to wipe it away.
“You mean…everything to me, Bucky Barnes. You’re the most important person in my life, the one who owns my soul. If I could give you the world I would, if you’d let me. For now, I can only give you a Twilight movie date, and I hope that that’s enough-”
Unable to control himself any longer, Bucky jumped forward, wrapping his arms around the small of your back and pulling you close until your lips collided together, lifting you up in the air. 
You clung to him for support as your head grew dizzy from the taste of him, just as it always did. You weren’t sure if you’d ever get over the feeling of kissing Bucky, how his lips both kept you grounded and made you feel you were flying at the same time. The hunger you felt, never satisfied when the kiss finally came to an end due to you both being lightheaded from the lack of air. 
When that moment happened now, and he pulled away, there was a brightness in his eyes as he stared into yours, and you knew what he was going to say before the words left his lips.
“I love you, Y/n.”
It was the first time he had said it since that night in the woods, when they were spoken with desperation and grief, a moment where both of you thought it would be the end.
Now, as he said it, it felt like a true beginning.
“And I love you, Bucky,” you said in return. It felt so good to finally say that you said it again against his lips as he pulled you closer. 
After 15 or so more I love you’s from both of you, Bucky reluctantly lowered you to the ground and the two of you made your way to the couch.
“I promise I’m not going to drug the wine this time,” you said as you handed him a glass. “Gotta make sure you enjoy the hell out of this vampire romance.”
“You’re too good to me, Sweetheart,” he responded, taking a sip without hesitation as a sign of complete trust toward you, and you almost started crying again at the gesture.
After puttering around getting everything situated, you crawled into Bucky’s arms, head resting within the crook of his shoulder.
“Hey,” Bucky said, and you raised your head to look at him. “I love you.”
You smiled. “God, Beefcake, you’re such a sap.” He let out a low, rumbly chuckle, rolling his eyes.”Hey,” you said, and his gaze went back to you. “I love you, too.”
He leaned forward for another kiss before you grabbed the projector remote, pressing play.
Then, for the first time ever, in the middle of a zombie apocalypse…
You and Bucky Barnes went on a date.
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hannibals-favourite-meal · 3 years ago
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This just popped in my head but hear out….Chubby!Thor dressed as Santa for Tony’s annual kids Christmas party! With you being mrs. Claus!! 🥹🥹🤭🤭🤭
Santa Claus is Coming to Town
Chubby!Thor x plus size reader
The Avengers have a special guest coming to Christmas this year, Santa Claus! And what’s Santa without his Mrs Claus and maybe a little elf too
Warnings: fluff, pregnant reader
WC: 608
Minors DNI
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“Ho! Ho! Ho!” A deep voice came from down the hall, immediately sending the small throng of children into a screaming frenzy, each trying desperately to break from their parent’s arms to run to the source of the jolly laughter.
You smiled brightly as you walked alongside your husband, carefully balancing a tray of cookies you spent hours decorating while with the other, you adjusted the red hat that was slowly slipping off your head. Thor bounced with each step he took, his long beard dyed white for the occasion, as well as his hair, which had been partially tied back in a bun.
The red suit coat tightly wrapped around his large belly and you would be lying if you said that it didn’t turn you on like nothing else. A heavy brown sack was thrown over his broad shoulder, the presents inside rattling with each step.
“It’s Santa!” That was definitely Morgan’s screech, it sounded scarily similar to her father’s. And as you rounded the corner, the screams increased in pitch, getting dangerously close to dog whistle territory. His blue eyes twinkled brightly behind a pair of fake glasses, thoroughly excited to bring Yuletide cheer to the small army of children.
“Where are all the children?”
“Here Santa!” They shouted as you rounded the corner and were immediately swarmed. Pairs of tiny hands reached for Thor’s coat, yanking on the fur trim while others tried to grab some of the cookies in front of you.
The Avengers gathered around in a semicircle around you, the parents of the group keeping a close eye on their kids. Billy and Tommy were attempting to grab the huge bag of presents from your husband as Cassie, AJ and Lila carefully took some baked goods off your tray, Morgan was shouting questions at Thor, not giving him enough time between each one for him to answer. And Cass was slyly examining your costumes as if trying to determine if you were the real thing as Cooper held his baby brother up so his little toddler hands could feel the soft jacket.
But Thor took it all in stride. He answered as many questions as he could while moving his sack just enough that the troublesome twins couldn’t get into it and reassuring the young Wilson that he had come from the North Pole for a very special visit with Mrs Claus. 
“Yes children and we have some gifts for you!” You spoke up this time, saving the god from another round of impossible questions. The tray of cookies was quickly placed to the side (and then promptly stolen by Bruce) so you could usher the children over to the seat beside the huge Christmas tree.
They swarmed him as he sat down, each keen to receive a present from Santa. They neatly sat around his feet as he began to tell the well-rehearsed story you had helped him practice last night. Most of the adults snuck from the room seeing as the kids were entertained. Only Sam remained behind, sneaking closer to you so he could whisper in your ear.
“What did you get Santa for Christmas Mrs Claus?” You rolled your eyes and gave him a subtle shove with your shoulder. He already knew, in fact he knew what your gift was before you did.
“Well it’s more like a gift for next year, a little elf all of our own.” Sam gave you a smile and a pat on the back as your own hands came to rest on your stomach, almost feeling the little flutters of the life growing there. It would be the best Christmas ever.
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gremlin-girly · 8 months ago
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Flufftober Day 29
Alt. : Betrayed
Pairing: Sam Wilson x gn!reader
Tags/Warnings: FLUFF, for the first time in days there's no angst with it
Summary: Sam asks his nephews an important question and is surprised by their answer.
Word count: 270 words
A/N: This was just a short little thing for today :) (were gonna ignore that I missed a day AGAIN (I have a fic that's just not finished). Happy reading! - love Grem x
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"So..." Sam draws put, looking over at his nephews with a grin. "You like Y/N?"
AJ and Cass share a look before glancing over at you and their mom. You insisted on helping Sarah with the cooking and even though she wouldn't let you near the stove, you cleaned up after her, chattering away and blissfully unaware of the conversation happening not even twelve feet away from you.
"They're cool." AJ nods before focusing on the video game again.
Cass nods too. "Yeah, so cool. Why can't you be that cool, Uncle Sam?"
Sam blinks. "What?"
"Yeah, they do all that work with the animals." AJ says absently, pressing buttons furiously on his controller. "And with the Avengers."
Sam gives them an incredulous look. "I work with the Avengers too. I am an Avenger."
Cass shrugs. "Yeah but you're not as cool, Uncle Sam."
"Yeah." AJ nods in agreement. "Y/N is just ... cool without trying."
Sam ... didn't know how to feel. He's happy that you're loved by his nephews but he can't help the utter betrayal and being replaced as the favourite. Or maybe it's the fact his own nephews think he's trying too hard to be cool.
Sam nods silently pursing his lips in thought. He'd have to do something to be cool uncle again, win them over. His competitive side coming out full force.
His gaze flickers to you just as you turn, giving him a beaming smile over your shoulder before speaking to Sarah again.
The thud of his heart against his ribs echoes in his ears. Maybe, for once, he'd let this one slide.
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