#// it's the fact that tony is so damn charmed

[tony-andonuts]

I still have yet, after 14 years of watching his content, to find anyone who makes content like Chuggaaconroy

[buckyalpine]

Imagine jealous!sharon want to get you out of the way so she can be with Bucky…

She hurts you (even it’s like a bruise) and Bucky begins to be so protective of you 🥺🥵

ABSOLUTELY.

I'm imaging this with a soft sweet reader and fuckboi Bucky. Hear me out, okay.

He's not looking for a relationship at all, finally feeling a sense of freedom after getting a bit of himself back. He's so flirty with everyone, so charming, he knows he can get whoever he wants.

He fucks.

A lot.

Sharon eats it up, loving the smirks he gives her, his playful baby blue eyes always sparkling. She loves the naughty way he bites his lip and don't even get her started on how gorgeous he is when he works out shirtless. His Brooklyn accent comes out when he calls her darlin' and it makes her weak in the knees.

There's just one issue.

The looks he gives Sharon aren't special. She's not the only one he calls darlin', even the old lady at the coffee shop shares the same pet name. Bucky can't help the little smirks he tosses around to others, flirty compliments naturally falling from his lips. He's a bit of a heart breaker but it's who he is.

That's just Bucky.

That's Bucky with everyone else.

Then there's Bucky with you.

The quite lab assistant who worked at the compound.

He didn't have it in him to playfully flirt with you when you asked about his day. He actually liked talking to you, finding any excuse under the sun to keep the conversation going, poking at the little nick knacks you have on your desk so he doesn't have to leave so quickly.

Sharon hates the way he looks at you. Whenever he's around you, he looks at you with puppy eyes as if he's wondering how someone so sweet could possibly exist. She catches onto the way he's not the same with you as he is with others. He's called everyone in passing darlin' with a drawl of his voice but you're his doll. He's never used that with anyone else. That's reserved just for you.

She can't stand it.

At first she tries to pick you apart in subtle ways' maybe you'd finally realize you had no business talking to someone like Bucky.

"You're so pretty even though you wear glasses"

"Don't worry, that dress would still look good on your body type, its meant to suit everyone"

"I wish I was as brave as you to wear that! I'd love to have that much confidence but I could never"

She smiled sweetly while you pulled your lab coat closer together, clutching it tightly in your hand. Your heart sank to your stomach. You'd worn one of your favorite dresses, one many others had always said you looked perfect in but some how Sharon made you doubt that, despite her sugary smile.

Then she took it a step further to make sure you were more isolated, insisting you'd be uninterested in plans when the team wanted to go out. Purposely giving you extra work when they had drinks together. Anything to keep you sad and holed away in your lab while she kept Bucky all to herself.

She'd do anything to get rid of you.

She was almost certain everything was going accordingly to plan, inching closer and closer to Bucky during a movie night until she was pressed against him, sharing his blanket. Not that Bucky noticed since he was more distracted over the fact that Sam was also squished against him on the other side of the small couch. Sam was also buried under the now too hot blanket, his deep snores irrupting the movie having fell asleep on Bucky's shoulder.

"Damn bird brain" Bucky huffed, ignoring the fact that he pushed Sharon off while reluctantly adjusting himself so Sam's head wouldn't slip, shaking his head when Sam grumbled, trying to snuggle into Bucky more.

"Bet you wish that was y/n, huh" Tony wiggled his eyebrows and much to Sharon's distain, Bucky blushed. Not did he deny it.

It didn't matter though. She'd find a way to get Bucky's attention, it wasn't like you were real competition anyways. She figured you'd have the sense to like someone better suited for you, someone in your league, definitely not the very handsome Sergeant.

That was until she found out you had a crush on the super soldier yourself. You'd let it slip out during a conversation with Nat, not realizing there was someone near the lab. Sharon didn't think you actually had a chance with Bucky but it didn't matter.

At this point she didn't care about what it took.

She was sick of the way Bucky was soft over you.

So she took a more direct approach.

"Y'know, I heard someone has a little crush on a certain super soldier" Sharon smirked, wandering to your table, tinkering with one of your tools while you looked at her like a deer caught in head lights.

How did she know?!"

"I-I don't-

"Oh please y/n, everyone knows" the blonde rolled her eyes at your gaping mouth before continuing, "I just thought I should let you know that he's not interested"

You felt like you had been punched in the stomach, the hurt expression on your face made her satisfied,.

"Oh" Was all you mustered out, embarrassed beyond belief while she shrugged. You blinked back tears while Sharon squeezed your shoulder out of faux concern, handing you a tissue.

"I'm so sorry, honestly I just thought you should know because he likes me. And I like him. So it would be best for you to move on, because were seeing each other" It didn't matter if it was a lie because she intended on making it real soon enough.

From that day, you avoided everyone in the compound like the plague, throwing yourself into work, feeling ridiculous for having even thought of Bucky that way. Of course he'd never go for someone like you, you should've known that from the start.

Sharon's plan was short lived after she overheard Bucky worriedly asking Tony about where you'd been all week since he hadn't seen you. After some endless teasing, Tony reassured him you were fine and just busy with lab work, not knowing the true reason as to why you'd overloaded yourself.

Sharon despised the pink that decorated Bucky's cheeks whenever someone said your name.

She hated that she'd seen him walking by the lab hallway in search of you.

She'd do anything to end all of this.

Including hurt you.

-

You made your way down to the gym hoping to sweat some of your unrequited feelings away, putting on your headphones before hopping on the treadmill. Sharon walked in moments later, blonde hair pulled into a sleek ponytail, her toned body on full display in nothing but a sports bra and some tiny shorts.

You felt even worse.

You tried to stay hidden, deciding 15 minutes would be enough, though your escape was cut short with Sharon caught your arm just as you were about to leave.

"How about we spar for a bit" She smiled sweetly, giggling at your confused expression. You'd never sparred in your life, in fact this was probably the third time you'd even used the gym the entire time you'd lived at the compound.

"Sharon, I-I don't think that's a good idea, I've never-

She cut you off, dragging you to the mat, practically shoving you to the middle with more force than necessary.

"It's fine! I mean, it's good for you to learn since you work here n'all C'mon, I'll help you and show you what to do" Before you could say anything, Sharon had flipped you onto the mat, twisting your arm behind your back without warning. You gasped in pain as she gripped harder, pulling further up your back until she heard your joints crack.

"Let-let go" You winced out, confused over what part of sparring this was, your body hitting the floor when she released her grip.

"Ops" Sharon pouted with faux innocence, taking a long sip from her water while you hissed in pain, seeing the formation of a bruise already forming on your arm.

"SHARON"

Sharon squeaked in surprised at the loud voice that boomed through the gym, bouncing off the walls. Her eyes shot up to see a very angry super solder making his way over to the mat, eyes darkening as they landed to your injured form on the ground.

"What the fuck did you do?!"

"Bucky, we were just-

"Don't" Bucky growled through gritted teeth, rushing over to your side, and slipping his arm around your waist.

"Angel, are you okay?" He cupped your cheek, helping you to your feet and taking your hand in his, examining it with the utmost care. "Are you hurt anywhere?"

"M'all right" You nodded, your face heating up under his gaze, still a little shaken, your body trembling.

"How the fuck could you hurt her" Bucky spat, his metal hand clenched to his side, itching to punch Sharon in the jaw, having seen what she had just done but he didn't want to deal with the mess that would come afterwards. "The hell did you do that for"

"Excuse me? I was just showing her how to-"

Bucky's jaw clenched, instantly shutting her up. He refused to let go of you, keeping you firmly tucked into his side, growing unbelievably protective over you.

"Fine, go ahead, I'm sure she's different from all your other little side pieces" Sharon scoffed, smirking at the way your face fell. Bucky felt like he'd been hit in the chest; you were far more than any of his hook ups and he'd never considered treating you that way.

"You. Don't. Touch. Her" He glared her at before walking off with you. After the incident, Bucky insisted you go to the doctors to get checked over, waiting outside of the room like a kicked puppy. He couldn't help but feel guilty that all this had happened because of him. He also wondered that you thought.

Did you think he'd just use you for one night?

He would never.

He knew he wasn't into dating. He gave up on the dream of getting married, having kids, all that years ago. But that was before he met you. Ever since you'd thrown him a shy smile along with the softest hello Sergeant Barnes, Bucky had been a goner.

If his feelings were was bad before, it was even worse now.

You were told to ice your arm for the pain and swelling. Bucky had swept you away right to the kitchen, despite you telling him you'd be fine, plopping you onto the kitchen island wrapping an ice pack in a towel. He held it to your arm, frowning at the way you refused to look at him, your face downcast to the floor.

"Doll?" Bucky wrapped his arms around you for a comforting hug, wondering if the altercating with Sharon was still upsetting you, "Are you okay sweets? I missed you, haven't seen you in ages"

"I-I'm fine, I'm sorry" You pulled away from his arms, remembering Sharon's words from earlier, instantly missing the warmth of his body. "I know you don't feel the same way Bucky" You bit your lip to keep it from trembling.

Bucky blinked in confusion, having no idea what you were talking about. What did he not feel the same way over.

"What do you mean y/n"

"I mean I like you-but I know you don't like me that way so I kept myself busy so I wouldn't bother you because Sharon said-

"Wait, slow down, what did Sharon say"

You sighed before recounting all the things that had lead to this moment, Sharon insulting you, then telling you to back off, to straight up fighting you.

"Oh doll" Bucky shook his head, feeling worse over what had happened but over the moon over your confessed feelings, "She's right you know," He teased at the pout that made it's way to your lips before playfully pecking them, catching you by surprise.

"I don't do relationships. Certainly never had before. That was before I met the sweetest thing in the world and she's had my heart since" Bucky whispered, his hands, one warm, one cool cupping your cheeks, "She has me dreamin' of sayin' I do and that white picket fence, a ring on her finger, a pretty little baby bump with flowers on the window sill. Maybe a baby boy n' a baby girl. Maybe even a cat. She's the cutest little lab assistance and I'd love for her to be my girl, sweets"

Bucky held your face in his hands, his thumbs caressing over your warm cheeks while you grew bashfully shy, burying your face into his chest instead, making him chuckle.

"I didn't think you were the relationship type" You shrugged, toying with his dog tags, "I'm not you're darlin' Bucky"

"That's cause you're my doll" Bucky tilted your face up making you look up at him, his lips pressing the softest kiss to your nose and then your lips. "My one and only doll"

[cloakndagger2]

What I love about the line “…but I didn’t need to be a futurist to take one look at the woman and know Emma Frost was gonna break my heart and, damn, was I looking forward to it” is that it completely embodies my feelings on Tony & Emma’s relationship. Like yes I know that even if their feelings for each other turn real, and even if they decide later on they decide to actually get hitched the most likely outcome is still them breaking up because that’s what happens to most comic couples especially ones that have different editorial offices to answer to (look at Storm & T’Challa). It doesn’t change the fact that I’m still looking forward to seeing this relationship unfold between two people who are more alike then they like to admit. Both with their tough exteriors, literal iron and diamond, usually hiding behind a layer of wealth, superficial charm, & artifice but are now learning to break down their walls and be vulnerable with one another. And if they break each other’s hearts in the process then so be it, god knows these two would be just as iconic as exes than they are as spouses

[djservo]

january lasted 100 days and nights and now february has practically flown by BUT i returned to hallowed ground (tumblr) to get your reading recap! did you make room for any romance reads what happened i’m all ears

surprisingly not really any romance specific reads though I think love was sort of the implicit/explicit thread stringing these all together so in a way it was still kinda fitting!! I did watch Touch of Pink (2004) on Valentine's Day which was a silly + sweet (if not slightly troubling) time!!

Since I Laid My Burden Down by Brontez Purnell

if I disembody my adoration for Brontez as a person and try to see this as just any other work of fiction, I could see the kinda jumpy/non-linear structure and casualty not working for me, but because it's Brontez and because I've adore him for years, it's impossible for me not to read this in his voice and demeanor specifically + thus get such a kick out of this!! in fact I'd say the casualty and rough edges are such a big component to its charm + narrative voice. reflective in such a real + funny way without pretension, and I think really indicative of his roots in zines and peak early internet blogging era (at least from my first introduction to him)

Punks by John Keene

poetry! really great when it was good but kinda cliche when it was weak which was disappointing. I'm not a big fan of repetition poetry (? not sure if there's a specific term for it) and there was just one too many in this collection for me to take seriously. could've cut down on a few poems which I feel like I've never thought about any poetry collection before so maybe that's actually a testament to Keene's generosity on not skimping on page count lolol. still I appreciate the good parts for what they are - love letters and testaments to simply existing as a gay man during a time of so much death and strife, proof of life as impossible as it seems to confront sometimes

I Love Myself When I Am Laughing... And Then Again When I Am Looking Mean And Impressive: A Zora Neale Hurston Reader edited by Alice Walker

admittedly added to my tbr way back mostly bc of the name alone (which may just be the greatest book title ever) and somehow didn't realize this was a reader/anthology? I knew it included her famous 'What White Publishers Won't Print' essay so I just assumed it was just a collection of essays ANYWAY. I wondered if I would've appreciated this more had I already read the entirety of the works featured (aside from Their Eyes Were Watching God, the only one I've read) or if this was actually an ideal way to get a better sense of Hurston's variety of writing. I'm leaning towards the latter since I really enjoyed just about every piece and genre - folklore and memoir and fiction - and getting to witness the similarities in how she writes each form and also the background context of her life/controversies added so much to the experience. simply love a woman with capital "A" Audacity and it's so clear from the intro alone (amazingly done by Mary Helen Washington) that there was no end to it!! inspiring!!! I also adored the afterword of Alice Walker's journey in trying to weave together Hurston's legacy with varying accounts + recollections of her life while trying to find Hurston's unmarked grave, which honestly could've been its own book bc it was that engrossing. loved this

Sula by Toni Morrison

buddy read this with one of my best gal friends which I think is the best way to read this ugh so damn good I barely have the words. The Bluest Eye floored me and set such a high expectation that Sula somehow surpassed and now I'm finishing up Song of Solomon which has been soooo ??#$?!!? IDK how Toni does it each time, not even just consistently amazing but somehow sharper than before. and with a vengeance!! I love stories about how friendships shift overtime with differing life outlooks n values to the point where you're wondering how you were even friends in the first place, and to create such a rich and complex net of characters and histories in less than 200 pages? just unbelievable. highly highly recommend this one

[lesbiancolumbo]

Hey Sydney (you finally found some luck etc)! How was the show??

hello friend!!! i was waiting for you to reach out (though i was gonna make a post when i got back home)

warning for those who are reading on - i’m on mobile so no read more, and these incohesive thoughts WILL include spoilers for the film and musical versions of wine and roses. read on at your own risk!

so i loved it, though as always i have thoughts. first thing i want to mention is i love the staging. i was up super close and the pre-show staging is reminiscent of a greenhouse

which i found so evil! but they were creative in the staging to keep the action moving. my favorite bits were the pivotal pier scene takes place overlooking the audience. brian and kelli moved over the set piece and stepped out onto us and were literally staring right down at us as they spoke! kelli’s first line for that was “look at all this trash” which got us a laugh. there were also two little pools of water on stage which they utilized nicely. there was one moment when kelli’s character is on a bender and she falls and for a minute we forget the pool is there and she almost falls in. they also had brian climb up the side of the stage to act out the climbing out the window to the greenhouse.

i want to start with brian. he was incredible. i’ve always loved him and this is a fact, but god damn he was crushing it. it was honestly really emotional seeing him up close! he has an amazing voice and he really captures the complexities of joe - it’s hard to fill an established film star’s shoes, and BDJ has shown he can go toe to toe with jack lemmon AND tony curtis. the scene that got me with him was the greenhouse scene (i’ll elaborate on this more in a minute). he really goes for the physicality of it - my only note, and i know this is bc it’s staged, is that i really wanted to see brian go for it and just tear up the greenhouse the way film joe does. his performance is intense but i wanted to see him GO THERE.

kelli is the star of this show. most people at my show were there for her, but also she gets the big songs and the big moments, and that’s fine bc she’s fucking kelli o’hara. she is an amazing singer…. and kirsten is a really hard character to play. she really had me concerned for her at so many moments (where she sets the apartment building on fire… i knew that was coming but there were several little fake outs that had me holding my breath).

i have issues processing songs on a first listen so it’s hard for me to talk about the music, but i will say the song they sing every time they fall off the wagon gutted me. the first time it’s so charming! a little dance ditty (and watching them dance is SO FUN) but when it continues to come up again and again i just started crying lol. there’s also a really good song brian and then later kelli sings about finally recognizing yourself while sober. kelli and the actress who plays their kid have a song that made me cry too towards the end

so my biggest “issues” with the show are that…. i don’t really like how the show adapts the jim storyline! the actor who plays jim is great, but so many of his lines are about how joe is a born drunk and he’ll die a drunk and once he accepts that he can get sober, etc., which feels……. i don’t know! not very nuanced re: addiction. especially when the show cuts out one of the most important bits of dialogue from the movie, that kirsten’s love of chocolate may have been a warning sign of an addictive tendency. the show seems to imply that joe was born this way but he MADE kirsten an addict, instead of the reality that she already had those same tendencies too. it’s a weird change that kinda alters the dynamic the characters have.

i also wish the show had utilized some of the most powerful visual moments from the film: joe being so drunk he crushes the flowers he brings home (this happens in the show but it’s never really addressed), joe seeing his reflection in the mirror and not recognizing himself (brian does this in passing - if you’re looking at him you see it, but the focus is on kelli so it can easily go unnoticed and it’s never addressed!), and the last shot of joe and the BAR neon sign. this last one is most likely something they wanted to do but couldn’t in lighting, but still! it’s an iconic and heartbreaking shot. i would have loved to see that.

little things i loved: brian and kelli were clearly having so much fun and that was a joy to watch, they have such an easy chemistry, you could easily buy that these two people were in love, brian does the thing he always does where he shimmies his hips and it’s so embarrassing, he also does a little strip tease and i was fucking dying, the actress who plays their kid is so good and she has one of the most heartbreaking lines that no one seemed to get — “i know how to do everything,” which made me cry! again, the greenhouse scene is just amazingly well done and the greenhouse set becomes a part of the staging for the rest of the musical, as if joe’s actions continue to haunt him throughout the rest of it.

i’m trying to think of what else to say! it’s just really good and i’m so happy i got to see it. i don’t know what will happen with the show in the future, but i hope more people get a chance to listen to it or watch it.

also i didn’t talk much about meeting brian! he was really nice, when i showed him the ssos script he was genuinely stunned. he was like oh wow! and when he asked me who to make it out to, he thought i was joshing him when i said my name was sydney. but he was kind - i told him how much he means to me (and all of us!) and he thanked me. he was like don’t miss kelli!! before he left. kelli was super sweet too - she had the same reaction lol, “oh wow!” and then bc i can here’s me and the bestie again:

[alliluyevas]

the sopranos 🔥

god i feel like i have so many unpopular sopranos opinions...i feel like i'm generally more sympathetic to most of the characters than a lot of the fandom, except christopher who i feel like i'm less sympathetic towards than average lmfaooo. like all this "carmela is morally damned and irredeemable" im like :/ but she's also the love of my life. like it's the sopranos! everyone is going to hell when they die! the whole Stop Falling For Tony's Charm He Is A Narcissistic Sociopath shtick is tiresome to me. it's like succession discourse a bit like stop moralizing "everyone on this show is a horrible person" a) that's reductive b) and???? i still feel bad for them. like so many people seem to be almost proud of the fact that they watch shows and find everyone unlikable and unsympathetic and it's like bro. why are you even watching this! the point is to be in constant emotional agony because tony is digging himself directly to hell with a rusty shovel but also you can't look at him without thinking about those ducks.

[morvantmortuary]

Listen I am como se dice “sloshed” as the youth may put it but I love the idea of everyone in town being somewhat aware that the Morvant’s being responsible for the murders that go on in Greymoon???? Like they know that things can’t be a coincidence but also it’s not their business to go snitch and cops are incompetent so if they’re a good person there is no reason to spill the beans :PP

cheers honey I’m on my way there 🖤 sitting here with a tall bacardi and oj and hatchet 3 on in the background (have I seen hatchet 2 or just hatchet 1 twice? I can’t remember, we’ll find out 🧐)

and I think the comedy potential for that is golden, omfg 😂 

(eta: I got tipsy enough that it took me a good portion of hatchet III to write this, so it’s going under a cut, sorry it got so long babe I was just having a lot of fun ahdhfkflgl)

see, no one in town liked Vincent when he was the big cheese at the mortuary - he was a smarmy, arrogant sumbitch in public. he could be charming, sure, but there was just a coldness to him that no ~southern gentleman~ act could totally cover that up. emile was nicer, but he mostly lurked in the background, as vincent always demanded the spotlight. (and no one had remotely liked their daddy etienne back in the day, but that’s the manuscript version an even longer story.)

all that was known in town of the morvant children (our morvants) was that they were a maladjusted lot - shy at best, “bad seeds” at worst. then rora set the high school on fire, and whatever social good will maxi and hex had managed to accrue between them went right out the window. hex moved, rora died, mathilde went mad (think toni collette in hereditary right after the telephone pole) (if you haven’t seen hereditary that’s totally fine, that shit makes even me uncomfortable :’D), and so eventually it was just down to vincent and maxi, who the town collectively knew as “the quiet one.”

people knew that greymoon was cursed. people disappeared here. something wasn’t right. and they got the feeling that vincent would’ve had something to do with it even if he wasn’t an undertaker descended from a line of undertakers, but the fact that he was only further cemented it being him.

…then vincent up and died, and it was just maxi, and nobody quite knew what to think tbh. maxi was always shy, and at that stage in his twenties mostly got by with a cigarette in his hand and staring at his (always perfectly shined) shoes. he’d mumble and wave to people at most, but seemed to keep himself to himself since vincent was always calling the shots.

then he up and disappeared right after they put his daddy in the basement family mausoleum. and things got quiet.

too quiet.

at this point, the townsfolk realized that the morvants were definitely the source of all the disappearances in town. or at least, vincent definitely was, maybe the nice one emile yes also emile, probably etienne just bc he was such a mean motherfucker, and probably even his father the first maximilian before him, if not further back. when maxi took the fuck off, he made the fatal mistake of letting there be a lapse in the pattern. when people stopped disappearing and tourists could wander through greymoon and go home again, it didn’t take long at all to put two and two together.

(there was a lot of discussion on the front porches of greymoon’s senior citizens and nosy neighbors, trying to figure out whether “little maxi” figured out how to poison his daddy and run away because he snapped under the pressure of keeping secrets for so long. they were kind of right. then they wondered if he was just a psycho killer in waiting. they were definitely right.

“well I don’t care if he is, if that’s what made him finally put his daddy down.”

“amelia! that’s an awful thing to say!”

“vincent morvant was an awful man, and I never forgave him for gettin’ harold’s name wrong at his own service.”

“well did you proofread the programs?”

“no, but he was the damn funeral director! that was his job!” miz amelia sipped her sweet tea defiantly. “anyway, we all knew that boy was a little strange, but I’m willin’ forgive that if it means he finally got one over on that smug…” she grumbled the rest of her response, and the ladies of the greymoon historical society nodded solemnly in their circle of rocking chairs.)

so when maxi comes back five years later, suddenly sociable and happy as a clam, the entirety of greymoon holds its breath. vincent seemed to target anyone who drew his ire — any sort of disagreement was a deathwish, and people knew that, so they always tried to stay on his good side, even when he was definitely in the wrong. people treat maxi with kid gloves when he’s getting the funeral parlor functional again, just to be on the safe side —

but to their surprise, maxi’s a true gentleman despite his upbringing. he brushes off accidents and slights like they’re nothing (if he doesn’t apologize first), he insists on paying his fellow business owners what they’re due even when they offer him the steep discounts they gave his father. he shows up at every city hall meeting with big ideas about field trips and suggestions for keeping the local park clean. he helps little old ladies cross the street, for crying out loud. slowly, steadily, people begin to relax just a little.

then the first casualty goes missing, and everyone piles into the diner to figure out what set him off. picture the scene in jaws where they’re all trying to figure out how to catch the shark, everyone gathered around the chalkboard while the sheriff is desperately trying to restore order, until quint drags his fingernails down the chalkboard. except the greymoon sheriff isn’t here, because no one trusts that guy for beans bc acab babeyyyy, but that’s also a long story.

eventually, someone who was at the funeral remembers that the person who went missing was, to put it mildly, a poor guest in the morvant parlor. they talked through the service, they didn’t pay their respects to the widow, and worst of all, they left a mess of napkins and paper plates on the table during the reception afterwards.

so they wait. the only way to establish the pattern is to have multiple instances. everyone who lives in town is on their best behavior at every service that comes after.

when the next person goes missing, it’s some prick from a town over who would was a known creep - loitering around the practice fields when the high school volleyball team was training, picking fights at the local spot when he got too drunk, leering at women and girls during the weekend farmer’s market.

eventually, when enough people have gone missing that the common thread of “asshole” is securely established, everyone (save for greymoon PD) comes together at the diner again to have a very serious talk.

they have a reasonable suspicion of a killer in their midst. one whose family has been perpetrating these crimes for a very long time, if their hunch is right. they could act now and countless save future victims.

...but everyone remembers how inconvenient it was to take their dead outside the town, and how it just wasn’t the same as being able to take care of them in the town where they lived and died, and honestly, maxi is really quite good at his job, everyone agrees. he always thinks of the little, thoughtful details that most families are too grief-stricken to consider in the moment.

and besides, if it’s just people who are uncouth or rude or prey on others... well. that’s kind of a bonus, isn’t it?

out-of-towners are said to go missing hiking in the swamps just outside of town, which is a darn shame, because they’re just so lovely, really. and local predators have a habit of no longer being a problem after a while, thank goodness. the cops never seem to put two and two together (not bc they’re in on it but bc they genuinely are inept) and if anyone seems to get too close to calling it, the folks at the local news stations (television and radio, as the old people will still say proudly) always seem to flub the details of any evidence that comes to light.

when hector and rora show up, things get complicated, though. they’re not quite as... strict about their choice of targets as maxi is, as we’ve seen. post-october arc, there’s probably plenty of meetings being held at the 24 hour diner while they try to figure out what to do with them (and lots of gossip about just who that young lady is and why she seems to bear an eerie resemblance to “poor maxi’s scary late sister”). the morvants and their readers are just always so busy with necromancy matters, they’re never around to notice ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

though I will say, when covid-19 finally spreads to little old greymoon, everyone is very good and thorough about wearing their masks and social distancing. very good.

thank you for humoring me again, babe, I just thought this was such a funny idea I couldn’t resist :’D hugs to you, I hope you’re enjoying your evening!!! <3

[funkymbtifiction]

Type 3 and playing nice

Is the chameleon nature and ability to play to an audience present in every 3 regardless of MBTI type?

It seems to be, provided there's no high Fi interfering with it -- and even then, an EFP 3 can get away with being charming. I remember seeing Bill Clinton (ESFP 3) on a talk show after that whole Monica Lewinsky thing. I went into it knowing "this guy is a lying a-hole," and ten minutes into the interview was thinking, "What a lovely guy!" He is just so damn likable. My ESTJ 3w2 relative can do the same thing. I know for a fact how obnoxious and controlling he can be at times, because I've crossed him, but if you just interact with him casually or meet him for two hours, you walk away thinking what a nice person he is, and how you have misjudged him, and maybe he's not really a jerk after all. He seems so warm and engaged and interested in you, and like such a decent person.

I don't often spot 3s immediately, but I am pretty sure a woman I met recently is an EFJ 3. She just came into a group, immediately adapted to it, and has made everyone like her, while also being very driven, productive, and proactive ("you don't sit on your hands"). I invited her to a spring tea held at my house because I just knew that she could merge into the group and it would be like she'd been friends with them all for twenty years -- and that's exactly how it went down. Everyone adored her and wants her back at my next tea. It's a gift 3s possess to be likable through image-management and to get a sense of their audience and adjust to meet them (and I am jealous of it).

I noticed that there are many characters who are ExTPs who fit that side of the 3 description, but the ones who aren't (most are TJs as I can remember) seem to not have that polish and are at times typed as 8s. I'm thinking of people like Blair Waldorf and Cheryl Blossom, who even with social instinct are very rude and mean to others and so are unlikable to most characters in their story, though many fans love them.

There are some jerk 3s, yes. But fiction can also play up the "bitch" angle a great deal, and where you come from and what society expects from you is also a factor -- a 3 who has worked themselves up from the gutter of life doesn't start out with the same entitlement attitude as an upper crust high society brat who isn't used to being nice to people. It doesn't mean a high society person can't be a 3 and still be nice to "the help," but if you've had a silver spoon in your mouth your entire life and always gotten whatever you wanted when you demanded it, that fosters an attitude of "epic brat." Power corrupts a 3 the same as it would any other number, and being rich, famous, and popular is a form of power.

And yet... don't we still kinda like Blair and Cheryl for BEING bitchy? Isn't it kinda fun to tune in to see who they insult this week?

There's also some wing involvement happening -- a 3w4 is more elitist than a 3w2, since one has a wing focused on not being one of the banal masses and the other has a wing urging them to 'help' people (from a position of power). 3s can be divisive, though, and no, not all of them are likable. Some people like ESP 3w2 Tony Robbins and others find him obnoxious. It all comes down to personal flavor (and to some degree, if you believe in tritype, fixes; a 3-9 is a lot more likable to your average stranger than the aggressiveness of 3-8).

I'm trying to understand the difference of strategies to be successful I see 3s applying. Some seem to use force, while others social game, so I wanted to now where that comes from.

That is probably purely MBTI related (and again, fixes -- a 3-8 is double assertive and would use force to get what they want; a 3-1 or a 3-9 would not). I think social 3 would be the 3 most able to play a 'game' to get what they want, since they'd know what someone else expects from them and how to leverage that to get ahead in life.

[thestarspangledcaptain]

NOT MY DAUGHTER SPIDER BOY (Tom Holland Spider Man x Irondad) Adopted Reader

DRABBLE

CRINGE WARNING RUN WHILE YOU CAN

If you like bad flirting this is for you!

In this fic Tom Holland's Spiderman and Tony's adopted daughter (the reader have clear chemistry with one another and not only for classes.)

Info abt y/n in this fic, y/n was adopted by Tony when she was eleven. Fury came to him about a vigilante with special abilities who appeared to be in distress. She has the powers of element manipulation, nature manipulation, flight, along with enhanced mobility and agility. She came from an abusive home and was a daughter to mutants which is how she got her original powers. Then she was taken in by hydra to be experimented which is how her other abilities were gained. She was acting up in an attempt for a cry for help. Tony encountered her in his suit and a bond was immediately formed.

"Anybody have eyes on the target?" Nat questioned over the comms

'I do! He's located by the planters, god he's making this so obvious! He looks up to no good." The spiderboy happily chirped. God he was really hyped up on that coffee. He enjoyed this wayyyy too much.

I remember when dad first introduced me to Peter, as soon as we met I felt a slight rivalry forming. I knew him of course, he was in the running for top of the class, too bad I already had that spot. No matter what it felt like we were always competing. Who would get the best grade on the final? Who can run the fastest? Who's powers were better?

Of course I would never admit this, but I did start to grow fond of this spiderboy, he was super sweet and nice company. Especially considering the fact that I had no friends my age, my best friend is already 15,000 years old. He was nice to be around, and I could talk to him about my problems. Sooner than later a crush formed and I may or may not have developed a slight crush on him. BUT that does not mean he no longer got on my nerves. I like the slight rivalry we have.

"Am I clear to move in on our target? It looks as if he is about to place his bomb down. These people wouldn't be able to handle this amount of heat." "No, not yet stark. We need to wait or else this may not go too well." "Noted cap, I will wait for your signal to vine him. Are we still a no go for mini tornados?" "YES" DAMN that was loud "SORRY y/n/n, your mini tornados are cool and all but not as cool as you!" "Again with the crappy pick up lines Peter? You are aware that that's my daughter and that I can hear you right? If you are going to flirt at least do it right." "There's the sassy stark we all know and love, nice one dad. But I mean, I kinda like the cheesy pick up lines they have some charm. Keep em coming spidey"

"Hey, are you an angel y/n? Cause I think you're perfect and you are the obi-wan for me!" "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE Y/N/N?!" "I UNDERSTOOD THAT REFERENCE!"

"Haha, ok Pete maybe tonight Han doesn't want to fly solo. But let me just take this target down first."

"ABSOLUTELY NOT Y/N ITS A SCHOOL NIGHT"

"Sorry Dad"

"Sorry Mr Stark"

END

I may write a continuation to this I have no idea lmao

[chicagofanfictionfan]

Comforts of Home Part 6

Tony was coming home from an awards dinner for the Joint Chiefs which he was forced to attend because he was still not cleared for duty. He had to wear his dress whites and all that went with it. It just wasn’t his thing, but he went, smiled, and charmed until he was free to go home.

He tossed his keys down and removed his shoes. “Dante. I was finally set free and was able leave. Should have made you come with me, you know how I hate these things.” Tony headed into the kitchen looking for a drink.

“That bad, huh?” Dante called from their bedroom.

“Rubber chicken and too many puffed up speeches. All fun as hell.”

Dante walked into the kitchen and froze. Tonio didn’t wear the dress whites often and he had forgotten just how sexy the man looked in them. Tony hearing a gasp turned to see what happened, a worried look upon his face. That was until he saw Dante’s darkening blue eyes and understood exactly.

Turning to face his husband, he cocked his eyebrow. “Like the uniform?”

Dante, his rich voice an octave lower ground out, “Oh yeah. I forgot just how damn sexy it looks on you.”

Tony flicks his collar open and moves slowly towards the other man. “Should I take it off?”

Dante unable to find his voice nodded as his hand gently stroked Tonio’s face. Slowly unbuttoning one button at a time, his shirt fell open. Dante ran his fingers down the strip of skin that was exposed until he reached his pants.

Tony gently removed his hand and placed a kiss on his wrist before removing his shirt, hanging it on the back of a kitchen chair.

Dante’s eyes explored Tony’s broad chest, loving the fact that in the thirteen years they had been together the man just kept getting sexier.

“Do you know what you do to me?”

Tony gave him a feral grin, “Tell me”, as his hands slowly undid the pants, just his own finger tips playing at his waist.

“I just want to rip those clothes of your body and explore every single, solitary inch and then make love to you until you beg me for more and then I want you to do the same thing to me. All these years Tonio and I can never get enough of you. I just want you more.”

Tony grabbed Dante by the shirt and pulled him to him roughly, so moved by his words. Their lips met and the world around them disappeared. Every kiss, every touch, every time they made love it was like their first time, intense and overwrought with emotions.

There was no top or bottom here, they were equals and shared alike. They were possessed and were possessive, they gave, and they took, they were commanded and were commanding, and through it all, they loved. Passionately, intensely and deeply.

[expertspiner]

Candlelight theater

#CANDLELIGHT THEATER PLUS#

The space was the home of the Inland Valley Repertory Theatre Company, which is presenting a Richard Rodgers and Oscar Hammerstein revue, “A Grand Night For Singing,” at the Candlelight Pavilion March 1-9. They included classics such as “My Fair Lady” and newer works such as “Sister Act.” Classical guitarists and harpists performed while waiters served dinner. The space featured chandeliers, group tables with linen tablecloths on the first floor and private dining rooms upstairs. He created the Citrus Singers, which performed throughout the region in the 1970s and can be heard on Kiss band member Gene Simmons’ first solo album, released in 1978.īollinger opened the Candlelight Pavilion in 1985. The message cites the difficulties having to cancel productions due to the COVID-19 pandemic, as well as the loss of parking due to development and “the increasing difficulty of maintaining an aging (80-year-old) building.”īollinger was a choral director and dean of performing arts at Citrus College in Glendora who also taught for a few years at Ramona High School in Riverside. His son, Michael “Mick” Bollinger, is the venue’s general manager. Still, I'll give Shanley and the team credit for trying.The news was announced on the venue’s website by its management, attributed to the family of its late founder, Ben D. An imaginative cast of characters and a delightful disregard for theatrical conventions seem like a recipe for success, but the absence of a strong plot and cohesive tone cause Candlelight to quickly fly off the rails. Sadly, I found that to be the case for most of the play. While we do get a devil-squirrel fight that's rather fun, it's not clear what this scene is accomplishing. A purposeful structure that sets up the rest of the play is notably absent. Bones-a skeleton who only appears this one time-parade around her darkened room and shout various commands at her. The Candlelight Theatre Sweet Charity Sweet Charity, winner of five Tony Award, tells the story of Charity Hope Valentine, an adorable and effervescent bundle of energy determined to maintain her optimism despite whatever hardships or obstacles are placed in her path.

#CANDLELIGHT THEATER PLUS#

In an overly long opening scene in Esperanza's bedroom, one character after another, plus Mr. While there is a delightfully quirky, Jim Henson element to these characters, the way they interact with the story is nonsensical. Esperanza's toy fairy, her bedroom mirror, and her mother's possessed robe also invade the little girl's dreams-or is it waking life? Candlelight blurs the line between reality and imagination a few too many times. Nor does Shanley stop at angels and demons. Esperanza's dead, damned mother dances at the edges of reality, and when the devil breaks into Esperanza's bedroom at night in the guise of her drunk father, God sends a giant squirrel to rescue her. For starters, Tito keeps a pet demon given to him by his Venezuelan uncle, which emerges as a black, hairy hand from inside his oatmeal pot. Equally delightful is the concept-or at least, once again, it sounds delightful in theory. Candlelight has some definite standout lines and genuinely beautiful moments. Secondly, there's a reason Shanley has been awarded a Tony, Academy Award, Pulitzer Prize, and Lifetime Achievement: he's pretty good at this writing stuff. In fact, when it's only the two of them onstage, Candlelight is charming. At once naively bold and innocently shy, always unable to keep still, they give the perfect impression of 1o-year-olds. Dumeng is perfect as Esperanza, a little girl with an overactive imagination and Reign is beautiful as young dreamer Tito, who approaches Esperanza as a pilgrim might a shrine (he's even started praying to her). Before telling you why, let's look at the positives.Īs two starry-eyed 10-year-olds with big crushes on each other, Ivette Dumeng and Marc Reign are absolutely adorable. So it's reluctantly that I admit Candlelight just didn't work for me. That he's still experimenting at this point in his long and highly successful career speaks volumes about his courageous artistry. On the one hand, I'm proud of Shanley for attempting to pull off something this bizarre. Directed by Lori Kee, Candlelight, a Nuyorican fairytale set in Brooklyn, receives its world premiere at the New Ohio Theatre in the daring and usually competent hands of Nylon Fusion Theatre Company. John Patrick Shanley's new play Candlelight is sort of like West Side Story-but with 10-year-olds, Jim Henson-esque demons, and a scantily clad fairy. Ivette Dumeng and Christina Toth in Candlelight.

[shellheadtm-a]

He slides up behind Tony while he's at his workbench, being very careful not to interfere with whatever Tony's working on. He very lightly kissed the back of Tony's neck as his hands came to rest on his hips, hiding a smile into Tony's shoulder. "Do you think when you're done doing R&D, you could spend some time doing research and development on me?" @shieldslinger​ / mom and dad are flirting again

He actually has to put down the wire snips, because if he’s not careful he’s absolutely going to take off one of his own fingers.  He’s not sure if it’s from trying to swallow back a surprised laugh at it, or the shock that Steve Rogers is trying to use a line on him.  It’s actually...Okay, it’s still not great.  It’s actually still pretty bad.  But he has argued and stands firm in his belief that it’s not the quality of the flirting from Steve that matters, it’s the earnest intent behind it that makes it so damned endearing.  With him he can’t be judged by how smooth it is, because if it were smooth, Tony would legitimately start to worry.  Decide it’s time for a skrull check.  Make sure he isn’t being whammied in any way.

It might be a little awkward and cheesy and just...Not at all applicable to anyone that doesn’t adore Steve with every atom of their being, but Tony loves it.  Lives for it.  Is secretly pleased as punch every time Steve gives it a go.

He reaches up behind him, resting a hand on the back of Steve’s neck and rubbing in small circles with his fingertips, humming in amusement.  “Are you kidding me, Winghead, you’re the subject of my next academic paper.  Steve Rogers: Perfection Cannot Be Improved Upon.  Gonna need lots of data, multiple rounds of experimentation so I can prove that my hypothesis is sound.”

[wandaspetal]

Bob’s Burgers

𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: Bob’s Burgers

𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: Marvel/ MCU

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫(𝐬)/𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐩(𝐬): Natasha Romanoff x Reader, , Platonic!Wanda Maximoff x Reader, Platonic!Avengers x Reader

𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞: Mutual Pinning, Friends to Lovers

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3000+

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: playful teasing and SO MUCH FLUFF

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: It’s been irritating a certain red headed assassin that you hang out with everyone at the compound but her. But the moment you send her a text, she’s in shambles to say the least.

𝐀𝐍: I unfortunately do not own Bob’s Burgers.

Italics = Flashbacks

Bold Italics = Natasha’s thoughts

Bold = Reader’s thoughts

Enjoy! <3

Y/n | 10:04 AM

Hi hi :D ya busy today?

Natty <3 | 10:04 AM

No, why do you ask?

Natasha narrowed her eyes as the text bubble popped up and disappeared repeatedly before it stopped showing on her screen altogether. With a furrowed brow she placed her phone down on her desk face up. She attempted getting back to work on her laptop but could no longer focus. The redhead chose to work in her room today instead of her office. Ironically enough Y/n is the reason why.

It had been months since they had begun (practically living in) visiting the Avengers compound. Y/n was introduced to the team by Peter. They both live in the same apartment complex a few blocks away from Peter’s university. She is one of the people who make him feel proud to be Spider- Man. From the moment Peter introduced them it was almost as if the Avengers had known her for years. Everyone was enamored with her. Wanda and her cuddled at random intervals while watching sitcoms or cooking/baking in the kitchen together. Pietro, Peter and Y/n play video games and board games with one another on a regular basis. Thor shares his pop tarts with them while talking about Asgard and Midgard’s (Earth) societal differences and similarities. Sam and Bucky have played Just Dance and have had karaoke sessions with her for the longest time. Y/n provided both Vision and Bruce with the quietness they needed that the others could not always give. Clint and Y/n routinely play pranks on each other and the others and sometimes they spar. Usually the fastest way to make Tony and Steve stop arguing was by letting them hash things out and leaving them alone. The way Tony and Steve’s faces light up whenever you enter a room is enough to stop all arguments whatsoever. Hell even when Carol visits from time to time she is latched to the blonde’s side watching thrillers and space documentaries.

The only one Y/n had rarely spoken to was Natasha-not that the red head cares...but damn she feels left out. Why did Y/n choose to hang out with everyone but her? Did she somehow scare them off? The two of you had small talk with one another and they would bless Natasha with the occasional hug but that was it. Was it her? Was she the problem? Maybe she just wasn’t welcoming enough, maybe–

Y/n | 10:08 AM

I just wanted to hang out, if you’re not busy :)

Y/n | 10:09 AM

If you are, it's okay I understand!!

Natasha’s knee jerk reaction was to say that she was busy. In fact she was halfway through sending that exact message on her phone. She paused and deleted the text; the work she’s doing isn’t due for another week. The redhead despises procrastinating; her logic is always ‘If I can get out of the way now why wait?’. The more complex documents and forms? Yeah okay she takes her time but this was like chewing gum and walking at the same time. Should she really toss it to the side? Just to hang out with her.…As if they haven’t been on my mind 24/7. Natasha thought to herself and rolled her eyes. Her phone went off once more signaling another text message had gone through.

Y/n | 10:11 AM

I’ll even act my age for once lol

The Russian furrowed her brow. She adores her just the way she is. Y/n was so charming and sweet, it made her heart soar. Natasha loves the way the pitch of their voice changes whenever they’re happy. Their playful nature and contagious grins made Natasha feel carefree. She just wishes one would be directed at her. It can be.

Natty <3 | 10:13 AM

I like the way you act

Natty <3 | 10:13 AM

The doors unlocked just knock, we can order some food

Natasha shut down her laptop and stood to her feet. Shit when was the last time she had company? Maybe Wanda? But even then they left her room to go watch tv in the living room. It wasn’t like her room was dirty. Oh god why did I leave my socks out. She wasn’t living in roach infested filth. But she sure as hell was not prepared for company even though she agreed to having it. Natasha's gut felt full. What if Y/n had no interest in dating her at all.

The red head stopped her movements. Dating? I have barely had a conversation with them. Who said anything about dating? She should not be this distressed. Natasha shook out her hands absentmindedly and tilted her head. Breathe, Romanoff. She took a deep breath and couldn’t help but panic when a knock came from the door.

“Natty?”

Natty? Oh god how cute. Natasha nearly keeled over from the nice tone of your voice and her anxiety. A major knock-out combo. The redhead would get diabetes from how sweet you are by the time she was done spending time with you.

“Come in.” She responded in a practiced relaxed tone despite how much of an internal mess she was.

Y/n stuck their head through the doorway with wide eyes scanning their new surroundings. The assassin's room suited her extremely well. However they could not interpret why she was willing to spend time with them. Y/n was just as aware as Natasha was that they never spent any time together. It always felt like the redhead was too busy and whenever they were alone in a room together Y/n never knew what to say. The two idiots clearly have the same problem. The moment Y/n’s eyes landed on Natasha, she smiled and absentmindedly shuffled into the doorway.

She had a cluster of snacks in her arms. They made sure to get various ones that her and Natasha would like. One of which was a pack of red twizzlers. Y/n was disgusted by the red roped candy but knew Natasha enjoyed them. Y/n scrunched up their nose in disgust just thinking about how the treat tastes. Candy should not be strawberry flavored.

“Is something wrong?” Natasha asked, noticing their expression. Her not entering the room fully had the assassin on edge and she struggled not to make it show.

Their eyes widened slightly. “I was just remembering how Clint told me you like twizzlers,” Natasha began to smile. “But I don’t know why because they’re disgusting.” Natasha scoffed and placed her fists on her hips comically. Y/n giggled and walked into the room, dropping the snacks on the bed.

“They’re very delicious, excuse me.” Natasha had no clue why her voice had taken on such a playful tone but she continued once she saw the smile it brought to Y/n’s face.

“They’re artificial fruit sticks, Tasha.” Y/n replied with a large grin and their fingers intertwined. “Oh! He also said you like documentaries but I knew he was lying unless he was talking about crime documentaries or political conspiracy theory ones. I was talking to myself and was like ‘Natty seems like the crime and conspiracy theory documentaries type.’ But I could be wrong…” Y/n rambled, bending down at the waist to organize the snacks on the bed again. “But, I feel like you would also like Bob's Burgers and similar shows like that, Peter says you act like Louise sometimes.” Y/n tensed up at the look Natasha gave them. The redhead’s face was unreadable. “Do I have something on my face?” They asked, turning to the mirror on the wall next to the bathroom.

Natasha shook her head. “I like Bob’s Burgers. I've seen a few episodes with Wanda.”

Y/n gasped, their sparkling eyes and open mouth grin made the redhead's body fill with warmth. “We need to watch it together!” She reached over to grab Natasha’s hand and froze mid air. “…Is…is that okay?”

The assassin felt her heart clench in her chest. She reached for Y/n’s hovering hand before she dropped it entirely. “That’s more than okay.” Natasha knows she said the right thing when she squeals with delight and tugs her down on the bed to sit beside her.

///////////////

“You smell like ointment and pee!"

Natasha and Y/n laughed at Louise’s banter with the old man. The pair has been binge watching Bob’s burgers for the past few weeks. After a short time apart the redhead returned from her mission on Saturday and they’ve been spending time together ever since. Natasha grasped the remote and paused the show; it was almost one pm.

“What do you want for lunch?” She asked, resisting the urge to stroke Y/n’s cheek with her thumb.

“Chinese?” They suggested, tossing the last piece of popcorn in their mouth.

Natasha nodded her head then squeezed her hand twice before letting go. Y/n pouted but accepted the lack of contact knowing the former assassin needed both hands to order the food.

After moving past the initial awkwardness the two had begun setting time aside every week to watch Bob’s Burgers together. Y/n never realized that their favorite part of every week could be seeing Natasha. Who knew the widow‘s heart was so large. Y/n can’t even imagine how different things would be if she had never texted Natasha to begin with. Outside of watching tv with one another their friendship left an impact on their everyday lives. At first the redhead was fearful that Y/n would only properly acknowledge her when they watched tv. But that wasn’t the case and she knew otherwise when two days later Y/n wrapped her into a warm hug with a jovial greeting.

Natasha would be going on a mission soon and this one was longer than the last. This was a mission that would last for two weeks, possibly more. Suddenly, Y/n was around Natasha just as much as they were around Wanda. Not that the redhead minded. In fact she loved it. Would she say that out loud? No but you both knew.

Y/n was fully aware that this only made their feelings towards the redhead grow stronger. Absence also makes the heart grow fonder. She hasn’t been on a mission for longer than 3 days ever since they started spending time together. Whenever Natasha would get back from those missions the pair would act as if they haven’t seen one another in weeks. Y/n embracing Natasha and Natasha beaming while picking her up off the ground.

Even for those missions Y/n found herself pouting over the thought of watching Bob’s Burgers without her. The idea of Natasha leaving for that long alone made you irritable and whiny. Almost like a dramatic husky. Y/n zoned out even more from their surroundings as they recalled the conversation they had with Wanda earlier this week.

“дорогой throughout the entirety of me knowing you, you have never clung to me the way you do Natasha…I would be offended if I didn’t spend more time with you than she does.” Wanda teased, chuckling as they shoved her shoulder playfully.

Y/n continued to cut up the carrots on the cutting board in front of them with an exasperated huff. “I love all my red headed hoes equally.” The duo bursts into a fit of giggles. “But I do realize I’m more romantically attached to Natasha than platonically…”

Wanda’s grin was unhinged. “Meaning?”

Y/n rolled their eyes and grumbled.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” Wanda questioned knowing she was close enough to make out every word. She even lifted her hand to her ear to ‘hear you better’.

They cleared their throat and turned their head the other way. “I like Natasha.” Y/n spoke clear as day then turned back to Wanda with a gasp and wide eyes. “Oh my gosh who said that.”

Wanda easily played along; her eyes now equally as wide. “Oh my goodness I have no idea.” You both went into hysterics; laughing loudly.

Soon the atmosphere was only filled with the sound of boiling broth and Y/n and Wanda cutting vegetables. Y/n turned and dumped the carrots they chopped into the pot, Wanda following to dump in the potatoes.

“You should tell her.” Wanda stated gently, looking at Y/n with that motherly warmth in her eyes. Even though they were around the same age Wanda never missed the opportunity to mother Y/n whenever she could.

Y/n sighed, “She’s leaving on a mission soon.”

“So tell her before she leaves.” Wanda suggests, intertwining their arms. “If she rejects you, which I doubt she will, then you’ll be able to not see her for two weeks and have time to be sad about it while she’s gone.”

“True…I just figured it would be the coward's way out because if she says yes then I won’t be able to hold or kiss her the way I want to for 2 weeks.” Y/n added in response, shrugging their shoulders.

Wanda patted their arm. “Oh it is honey.” She chuckled. “God you two are worse than Vision and I and you haven’t even started dating yet.”

“Y/n? детка? Are you alright?” Natasha questioned, her hand now on your cheek. Her brows furrowed and frowning lips.

Y/n grinned. “Baby?”

Natasha blushed and pulled her hand away while rolling her eyes. “Clearly you’re fine.” She huffed but the smirk on her face made you know she was not upset. “I ordered the food–”

“Thank you, how did you know what I-”

“Yes I got your chicken egg rolls.” Natasha spoke at the same time as you. The redhead blushed even harder than before. “I memorized your order.”

Y/n sported a pensive stare with pursed lips. The last time they had Chinese was with the Avengers 3 weeks ago. Natasha memorized their order. Then again she was trained to have a good memory– no, she remembered my order.

“Natty, can I talk to you?” Y/n’s voice came out softer than they intended it to. The most gentle of whispers. Natasha raised her hand and rested it on her cheek. Not an ounce of apprehension existed on the redhead's face. Y/n made Natasha’s room feel more breathable and alive. The redhead had told them as much.

“Everything feels lighter when you’re around.”

“Same for me Natasha.”

God we're both idiots. They released a much needed groan and slapped their hand against their forehead. “You like me.” Natasha resembled a deer in the headlights. “And I like you.” They sighed looking into Natasha’s emerald orbs.

“Emerald is my favorite, they remind me of your eyes.

“Your favorite color are my eyes?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s gay.”

“Like you.”

“Touché.”

“I like you so much Natty you intimidated me the moment I laid eyes on you.” They began. “Not because of the fear you instill within people after a single look, but…you’re just so pretty.” The sigh they released was one of relief and embarrassment.

“You’re so pretty Natty, I’m going to combust.”

“You’re one to talk.”

“I look like I just rolled out of bed.”

“And yet you’re still the prettiest person I’ve ever seen.”

“The time we have been wasting– oh my goodness gracious this is like that episode of Bob's burgers when–”

“Wait baby…focus.”

“Right sorry- you called me baby again.” Their eyes widened slightly and their lips formed a smile instantly.

Natasha rolled her eyes. “You like me?” She asked enough disbelief in her tone to shock Y/n completely.

“What isn’t there to like?”

“I’m a murderer.” Natasha’s knee jerk response made her flinch.

Y/n rolled their eyes while sporting a grin. “Natty I like you for who you are now not who you were.”

The redhead’s eyes become glassy and her vision begins to blur. She turned her head and brushed her nose with the back of her hand. “I…I uhm…I was not expecting you. At all.” All traces of tears were gone but left behind were the redness in her cheeks. “You get dragged in by Peter after he meets you in his apartment complex and you steal everyone’s heart.” Natasha laughs while shaking her head. “I thought you didn’t like me but nope you loser I just intimidate you because of how gay you are.”

“Says the lesbian?!”

“Okay and?” Natasha and Y/n laugh in harmony. “I’m glad I met you, because there is no one else I would rather be spending this much time with–don’t tell Clint I said this than” Y/n giggled and Natasha grinned. “ you…you make me feel so so…free.” The redhead blatantly glared at you then punched your shoulder. “So for you to do this right before I leave for a mission makes me want to kiss and punch your adorable sweet little face.”

“My face is not little.”

Natasha rolls her eyes at your response. Y/n chuckles and leans forward. “I like you so much.” The assassin melts at the softness of their features. The carefree expression that they wore on their face. Natasha wondered how she held the ability to gain this reaction from a magnificent human being. “I never enjoyed the thought of being away from you after we began hanging out more and speaking more. I always feel so calm and at peace when I’m around you Natty. You’re beautiful.”

God, Y/n’s face was just so…cute. To feel the softness of their lips is a scenario Natasha has dreamed about for the past few weeks. The smell of Y/n’s cocoa butter lip balm permeating her senses was the last straw. Y/n’s eyes widened at the pillow softness that collided against their own plump lips. The smell of cherry was under their nose. Natasha’s chapstick. Y/n kisses back with just as much gentleness as Natasha. The assassin can’t help but smile. She wrapped her arms around their shoulders, carefully pushing herself closer to them. Y/n reaches up and places Natasha’s face in their palms before pulling away. They carefully wiped the tears off of the redheads cheeks and from under her eyes.

“Be mine, Natasha?”

“No one else but yours, детка.”

[unholyhelbig]

Loved your latest Natasha fic, the way you wrote her is super cute, can't wait for part two to see how the feelings come into play

[A/N: Sorry this took so damn long, life has been so hectic. Thank you! I'm still getting the hang of writing her, but recently had the pleasure of watching Black Widow again. Cheers!]

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You Had One Job Pt.2 | Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Rain choked the gutters in the small neighborhood. It rested on the outskirts of main street, strung with golden bulbs and small thrift stores that had flipped their signs around and counted the registers. The earth smelled fresh and damp and pressed against the cab of the van as it pulled in across the street from a small split-level home painted powder blue.

The sky had dwindled to a milky orange, pink clouds that had once been gray. Your eyes tracked the horizon and then the drops of water that fought for dominance on the windshield. Anywhere was better than Natasha’s fuming gaze. When the widow was angry, and right now was a prime example of that anger, it was better to remain silent.

You knew your place among the Avengers and always had.

There was an heir of usefulness to you that Nick Fury had found inspiring. For a long while, you were considered the new kid, fresh meat for Tony to poke fun at and for Bruce to smooth out with his soft-hearted charm. It had taken a full year for you to consider the group of heroes your family, or as close as you could get to one.

Natasha was like a mysterious family friend who grunted out most of her responses. She had looks that could, and would, kill. You often turned into a bumbling mess around her. If she hadn’t thought you were incompetent before, she most certainly did now.

She pulled the van as close as it could go to the curb, positioning it with precision. The both of you could see through the window of the home, its golden light paling the grass. The clerk from the coffee shop was setting the table for one, and something about the gesture made your stomach clench. You frowned and pulled your attention away.

“Hypothetically,” You began, voice small “I fucked up.”

“There is no hypothetical about it. What if she contacted someone on the way over here? Set off some type of silent alarm to Hydra? Would you like me to continue? Because I can.”

You glowered at her “No. I’ve got it.”

Natasha seemed satisfied with your own level of self-guilt in the matter. She huffed and crossed her arms over her chest, scrunching her nose. It was funny to you, that a super-spy would have a tell. But then again, maybe even that had been calculated.

Watching the former S.H.I.E.L.D scientist enjoy a single piece of salmon over white rice suddenly became more enthralling to you. She read a paperback that looked like a romance novel. You couldn’t’ make it out, but it was certainly more entertaining than the classic that rested, bookmarked, on the dash.

“What’s with the necklace?”

Natasha spoke for the first time in over an hour. The sun had finally decided to set, and the scientist had moved to wash her dishes, swaying her hips to a tune that no one but her could hear. It was oh so domestic, and oh so lonely.

You furrowed your brow and glanced her way. There was no malice behind her words or her expression. In fact, it looked curious and soft, and nearly apologetic. Her tone was laced with something that you had heard only with Clint, and only once.

Your fingers had subconsciously moved to the shield, thumb pushing against the metal tip of the shield. The grooves glowed a crimson that caught the streetlamps and reflected against Nat’s stare. She had turned in her seat, knees raised to her chest and chin resting upon them.

“You never take it off.”

Natasha’s grasp had been wound upon the chain mere hours ago, her breath shallow and quiet and pressed so subtly against the crook of your neck. Goosebumps rose close to your skin at the memory, at the yearning for the same type of touch that you swallowed back down- a problem for another time, another moment where her anger wouldn’t fume.

“Do you know how my powers work? How I got them?”

She shook her head, eyes becoming less hard than they had been. She kept a steady gaze on their target, who flitted around her kitchen behind your shoulder. There was never a baseline conversation between the two of you. You knew how she took her coffee in the morning, and that her guilty pleasure was a bowl of sugary cereal in the evenings after a particularly bad day. But never this- never the red room, never the experiments, never the origins.

“My mother worked as the curator for the Smithsonian. When we were younger, we would travel the world. I accompanied her to digs, to conventions, you name it. It embedded curiosity into me that I never seemed to satiate. I think she regretted that later in life, taking me everywhere, showing me everything.”

Natasha swallowed hard and brought her knees up to her chest, hugging them close, watching you carefully.

“There was a shipment from Brazil. They came in these large wooden crates packed with straw. My mother’s task was to catalog, and mine was to watch. I wandered and came across a simple mahogany box. I dropped it.”

“What was inside?” She whispered, eyes darting from the house to you, tender and careful.

“Terrigen. Terrigen crystals that shattered against the floor and filled the room with this… this purple gas within seconds. Everything smelled sweet and warm and like” you laughed wetly “Kind of like a coffee shop. That’s the last thing I remember before everything went black.”

You ran your fingers over the side of the shield now, the metal cold and smooth against your palm.

“I came to in the hospital, hooked up to every machine imaginable. They wore these alien-like suits for their own protection, kept me in a quarantine cell to run tests for weeks, and through it all they didn’t tell me what had happened to my mother. If she was alive, what I had breathed in and swallowed. It altered my DNA, my physical chemistry, my everything.”

“And your mother?”

“Wasn’t as lucky as me.” You worked your fingers through your hair. The rain had stopped pounding against the tin roof in its rhythmic fashion. “The necklace was a gift from my grandfather on my 18th birthday. Vibranium from the mines he cleared in his own research. I use it when I need it.”

You were a lot smarter than you looked. Natasha’s own expression mirrored the sentiment. You had grown up around scientists, astrophysicists, archivists. Knowledge was hailed within your household, but you determined when to utilize it.

A silence fell over the car once more. The scientist had retired to the living room, the dull glow of the television had replaced orange and gold. Her night was mundane, safe and routine, and domestic.

“Y/N?”

“Hmm?”

“I don’t think you’re incompetent.”

You knitted your eyebrows together and glanced her way. She looked like a curious child, all of the sudden. Not the woman who had the strange and venomous bite to her. Even in her sleep, Natasha would frown, disturbed by something she couldn’t protect herself from. Memories, maybe.

“I’m just a girl.” She said, curling further into herself “One that was molded and trained to kill, but all the same, I am just a girl. I’ve always resented those with powers. It just seemed so easy. To wake up one day without Mother Russia in your ear. Strong and undeterred. But you…”

She took in a shaky breath. You were afraid to move. This was the most vulnerable you had ever seen her or any of the Avengers. You lived together, trained together, breathed each other in, but each one of you had been guarded for good reason.

“Everyone has their own demons, Zaika. I came to that realization a long time ago. I’ve been unfair.”

You gave her a small smile, “I don’t think unfair is the right word. I think you have a crush.”

“You are infuriating.”

“I’m charming. If anything, this stake-out proves it.”

Natasha mumbled something in Russian that you were content not deciphering because she said it with a smile.

[badassbuchanan]

My Girl

Request: Could you writer some sort of frenemies thing with Bucky where everyone thinks you hate each other but then Loki starts flirting with you and it makes Bucky really jealous??

Warnings: smut; non!con turned fucking sickly sweet, fingering, slut shaming, unprotected sex, doggy, missionary, dirty talk, angst.

Word count: 7968

A/N: I apologise for messing with your hearts like this - I also strayed a bit from the request (sorry anon!) x

“Buchanan, you fucker!” Y/N yelled from across the compound moments before Bucky strutted into the boardroom with a roll of his eyes.

The rest of the team’s head’s turned to follow the loud noise of Y/N yelling, watching the long haired super soldier enter the room with a smug look on his face.

“Not again.” Bruce sighed softly, his head falling into his hand as he prepared himself for another bickering match between Y/N and Bucky. 

“Don’t you walk away from me.” Y/N followed Bucky into the room, her eyes fixed on the back of his head as he casually made his way over to the others. 

“Guys, cut it out.” Tony spoke sternly, trying to control the two avengers who were constantly at each other’s throats. 

“Just wait until you hear what he said.” Y/N looked over at Tony who’s palms were pressed against the edge of the large conference table. He shook his head, looking between the two is disbelief. 

“I don't ca-”

“Don’t be such a baby.” Bucky retaliated to Y/N childishly before Tony could speak. The super soldier slumped down in the empty seat next to Cap, his eyes focused on her from across the room as his elbows rested on the arm rests of the swivel chair. Neither of them cared that they’d bought the whole room into the argument. “All I said was I’d rather take my chances with spider-boy than have Y/N as my partner on a mission.” 

“This is coming from the guy who couldn’t even hold on to a train.” She growled as she pulled out the seat next to Nat, who was smiling an amusement at how well Y/N stood up for herself. Bucky scoffed at her comment, shaking his head as he thought of something to anger her further.

Peter’s face screwed up in shock after realising his name had been mentioned, his arms coming up to cross over his body defensively. “Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked as a devious smile appear on Bucky’s face. Peter glanced over at Tony for help, but he was too annoyed to care about the youngest avenger’s feelings. 

“It means-” Y/N words were cut off by a loud bang of Tony’s hand hitting the desk. The sound made everyone jolt slightly, the room immediately silencing.

“Enough!” He yelled furiously, eyebrows furrowing into a frown as he glared between the bickering pair. “I didn’t call this meeting to hear you two fight. You’re already late, now stop acting like children and listen up.” 

Y/N bit the inside of her cheek, trying to stop the laughter that was building up inside of her from hearing Tony yell as she glared over at Bucky.

“Asshole.” She mouthed to Bucky, who was already smirking at the fact that they’d been told off like toddlers. 

“Snitch.” He whispered back cheekily, secretly liking the way he knew it would make her laugh. Bucky liked being the only reason she got frustrated, wound up and tense. But he also liked being the only reason she smiled, laughed and blushed.

Bucky had this hold on Y/N that couldn’t be explained. She’d tried to reason with herself, telling her inner-self it was just her caring nature that made her feel sorry for him, even when he was a complete dick to her. He was constantly doing things to purposely annoy her or to get a reaction. It gave him a thrill. Like a power trip that sent pleasure to his brain. And he took advantage of that any chance he got.

“Now, over the past few weeks the threats from the Beyonders have increased noticeably.” Tony stood up straight, tugging his collar back into place as he clicked the button of the control he was holding. The screen changed, a mathematical graph appearing to prove Tony’s point. 

Y/N chanced a glance over at Bucky, his fingers on each hand intwined as he swivelled lightly in the chair. God, he was so infuriating. There wasn’t a day that went by without him getting on her last nerve. He frustrated her beyond belief. But for some twisted reason, she loved it. 

“Now we don’t know a lot about who they are, what they want or where they came from.” Tony continued, the room dead silent as he flicked to the next slide.

Bucky bit the inside of his lip, a frown appearing on his brows as he zoned out to what Tony was saying. He was bored already, deciding to look down at his metal hand as he wiggled his fingers to amuse himself, studying the mechanics of it.

He felt a pair of eyes burning into him, glancing over to Y/N. A smug smile washed over his face when he noticed her already looking at him. He gave her a quick wink, pouting his lips into a kissing motion as she rolled her eyes. 

“So, we’ve had to call on the help of an old acquaintance.” Tony turned to face the team again, his fingers lightly tapping on the table in front of him as his eyes darted around the room. Luckily by that point, Y/N and Bucky had both turned their eyes back to the spokesman. 

Tony’s tongue quickly darted out to the corner of his mouth, the unknown reaction of the team was making him anxious.

“Excuse me, Mr Stark. Thor and Loki have just landed. Should I send them in?” F.R.I.D.A.Y’s voice came through the intercom, immediately causing a few murmurs from the team. 

“Loki’s here?” Y/N’s eyes lit up immediately as she looked up at Tony for confirmation. Bucky’s head shot round to where she sat, eyebrows furrowing as he wondered who the hell Loki was and why Y/N was so excited to see him. 

“You called Loki?” Steve almost shot up out of his chair, a look of betrayal on his face as he stared at Tony, waiting for an explanation. “Tony, he is not an acquaintance.” 

The fact that Steve was so put off by the mention of Loki had Bucky even more concerned. If Steve had a problem with him, so did he. Especially since Y/N liked him. As the room grew louder in outbursts of resentment regarding Tony’s decision, so did Bucky’s brain. 

He watched Y/N try and fix her hair subtly, sitting up straighter in her chair as an unusual feeling flooded through him. He wasn't angry, but he sure as hell wasn’t happy. 

The beep of the boardroom door opening quickly silenced the group, Y/N’s head turning to watch the God of Thunder walk into the room. “Hello everyone.” Thor nodded with a sweet smile, pleased to be back with his friends again. “Good to see you all.”

It was almost as if a cold wind engulfed the room as Bucky watched the dark haired, chiseled faced, pale god strut into the room. Bucky’s jaw clenched, his eyes darkening as he felt a wave of overwhelming hate flood through his body. He noticed Loki’s hair was longer than his own. His eyes brighter. His smile wider. His jaw sharper. 

“Greetings, all.” His voice was slicker. He was charismatic. He was charming. He was everything Bucky wasn’t and he fucking hated him. Bucky felt his heartbeat quicken as he watched Loki greet everyone individually, stopping in his tracks as he reached Y/N’s chair. 

She’d turned to face him, her eyes lit up like fireworks as she looked up at the god of mischief who had put his hands over his mouth. “My god,” Loki gasped softly as he pulled his best puppy dog face, leaning his hands on the arms of Y/N chair to get close to her. “Y/N, you look more beautiful every time I see you, my love.” 

Bucky felt his jaw clench so tight he was sure it would break. His hands closed into tight fists as he sat up a little straighter in his chair. He was livid. Livid at the fact that this green-eyed hot shot thought he could waltz in and steal Y/N away from him. Bucky was the only one that made her smile. He was the only one that got to have her attention. 

“Oh, Loki, stop, you’re making me blush.” She giggled softly and wrapped her arms around his neck like they belonged there. Loki turned his face towards her, leaving a gentle kiss on her flushed cheek before he stood back up. Bucky had never made her giggle like that. He’d never kissed her cheek before. He’d spent every damn day with her and he never got her to blush like a little school girl.

“Maybe later you can show me your favourite spots and we can talk about what's changed since I was last here.” Loki spoke softly, taking Y/N’s hand in his as he pulled it against his chest dotingly.

A few snickers broke out from the rest of the team, not surprised one bit at Loki and Y/N’s interaction. Believe it or not, Y/N wasn’t Loki’s biggest fan. She would never actually progress their friendship to anything more than flirting, deep down she didn’t trust him just as much as Steve didn’t. But Y/N did love the attention that Loki gave her. How he treated her like a princess and devoted himself to her every word. She liked how he complimented her and made a fuss. She liked how he made her feel special in a room full of people.

But all that Bucky saw unravelling in front of his eyes was the start of one of those soppy rom-coms that he despised. “We have training later, Y/N.” His words came out a lot more aggressive than he originally intended. 

The whole room’s attention turned to him, straight faced and stiffened body. Loki stood up straight as a glimmer shone in his eyes. He noticed how on edge the super soldier looked.

“Yeah, we’ll still have time to train, Bucky.” She spoke with a level of concern, noticing the unusual seriousness on Bucky’s face. “I wouldn’t skip on the opportunity to kick your ass.” She smirked, face immediately dropping as she watched Bucky quickly divert his eyes away, not entertaining her with his usual sarcastic response.

“Bucky?” Loki’s voice was low as thoughts flew through his brain at a million miles per hour. He smiled deviously, eyes squinting as his heart jumped at the chance to cause mischief. “James Buchanan Barnes. The winter soldier.” 

Bucky clenched his jaw again as his eyes flickered up to Loki before back to the table, he could feel his anger bubbling over. Loki had been getting under his skin ever since he walked through the damn door. 

“Hydra’s most successful experiment, their deadliest weapon.” Loki made a quick move around the table to stand in front of Bucky, his eyes widening with excitement as he held his hand out in front of him. “May I say what a pleasure it is to meet you.”

Steve noticed Bucky’s metal hand grip tightly around the arm of his chair as he politely lifted his flesh arm to quickly shake Loki’s hand. Bucky smiled as he momentarily looked up at the long haired god, using all of his will power to stay calm. 

“How did it feel to know how many people you killed once you got your mind back?” Loki’s words were slow and full of deviance as Bucky’s metal arm began whirring into action. 

Y/N watched worriedly, she annoyed the crap out of Bucky all the time, but she’d never seen him so angry. Her heart sunk as she watched Bucky’s eyes darken, a soft, lost look on his face that disappeared so quick she almost thought she’d imagined it.

Steve’s eyes widened as he watched the event unfold. “I think that’s enough chit chat, Loki.” He spoke sternly, Loki’s eyes immediately glancing over to Steve. He knew the fact that Steve had to step in meant he’d done a good job of infuriating Bucky. “Why don’t you just get on with what you came here to do.” 

Loki stayed silent, pleased with his work as he flickered quick a smile, striding back up to the front of the room where Tony stood. 

“The Beyonders are a race of extra-dimensional entities powerful enough to collect planets.” Loki went straight into ‘business mode’, his charismatic nature immediately made most of the room forget what he’d just said to Bucky.

But Steve was concerned, and embarrassingly enough, so was Y/N. Yes, she loved to aggravate Bucky, wind him up until he was chasing her down the hallway or whining at her to stop being a brat. But it was never to hurt him, she made sure of that. Not like what Loki had just done. She tried to silently get his attention by glancing over at him every now and then, but Bucky’s eyes didn’t budge from the table. 

“Their nature is so alien that they are unable to leave their own dimension and for millennia were never observed by any being of the Earth dimension.” Loki continued to teach the team about the threat they were facing, the room silent as mostly everyone paid attention. “To interact with the Earth dimension they must operate through agents.”

“So basically, what Loki is saying is, it’s not just one race we’re up against here. It’s gunna be a big ass battle.” Tony interjected Loki’s speech, he’d read the room enough to know he’d lost the attention of three of his avengers already. There was no need for this to continue. “That’s all you need to know for now. We’ll regroup tomorrow for another meeting. Thank you, Loki.” 

The team stood up, casually making their way out of the room after Tony had ended the meeting. Y/N lagged behind, watching Steve and Sam mumbling something incoherent to Bucky.

By the looks of things he didn’t want to listen to what they had to say, the long haired super soldier pushed past his oldest friend with a frown on his face, not lifting his eyes even once as he left the room.

Y/N sighed as she watched Bucky storm out of the room, she’d never seen him act out so much, he was always so internal with his emotions. She didn’t like the way Loki brought up Bucky’s past in front of everyone like that. She almost felt protective over Bucky, like she was the only one who should be able to tease him about that kind of stuff.

The look on Bucky’s face when Loki had mentioned the Winter Soldier’s assassinations made Y/N’s heart ache. It was as if everything came flooding back to him in an instant, like a bad dream he couldn’t wake up from. 

Y/N and Bucky had never discussed such personal things, no way. She didn’t know that he suffered from PTSD, flashbacks and social anxiety. She didn’t know about the nights he lay awake haunted by his past. All she saw was a grumpy looking soldier who only smiled when he was making fun of her.

“Darling,” Loki’s sudden call to her knocked Y/N out of her thoughts. Her head was forced to turn to the side by the god of mischief, whose hands were on her shoulders. He smiled down at her dotingly, eyes bright as he fed her attention-needy ego. “What do you say we make the most of this alone time we’ve been so generously given, hm?”

She smiled softly up at him, although her eyes were glazed over as her mind wandered off again. “Sorry Loki, but I should go and get ready for training.” Her voice was monotone and quiet as she suddenly wasn’t so interested in the attention of the man in front of her. 

She left the room and wandered through the compound, stopping in her tracks when she saw Sam, Steve and Nat talking in the kitchen. “Hey, Steve.” Y/N called out, confused as to why she was suddenly so concerned about the metal armed man. 

As all three of the avenger’s heads turned to where she was standing, Y/N began second guessing her decision to ask if Bucky was okay. She hated Bucky, he annoyed the shit out of her. Even if she asked, the team would just think she was asking to make sure he wasn’t okay. What if they thought she’d take Loki’s side? Or worse. What if they thought she’d set Loki up to hurt Bucky? Even worse than that. What if Bucky thought Y/N had set Loki up to hurt him? 

“Never mind.” She sighed as she bit the inside of her lip, continuing her walk through the compound until she reached her room. 

She quickly changed into a red sports bra with navy detailing and leggings to match. She looked in the mirror after tying her training shoes and tied her hair into a high pony tail. She turned around, shamelessly checking out her ass before making her way down to the training room. 

She waited for a whole half an hour for Bucky to show, but he never did. She stood up from where she’d eventually laid down on the rubber floor mat, she couldn’t help but feel guilty about what had happened earlier. Bucky obviously blamed her, why else wouldn’t he show? He’d never been late before. 

“He didn’t show, huh?” Y/N glanced up as Steve walked into the room, tight grey top and black shorts. 

She shook her head, lifting her arms to tighten her pony tail before placing her hands on her hips. “Any idea where he is?” 

“In his room.” Steve shrugged, knowing that’s where Bucky spent most of his time. He started throwing controlled practice punches at the punching bag in front of him, stopping as he watched Y/N walk towards the door. “Maybe take it easy on him. I know he can annoy you sometimes but, I just think he’s having a bad day.” 

She couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle as she turned back to face Steve, he really thought she was going to yell at him for not showing up to training. She couldn’t blame him for thinking that, any other day and that's probably exactly what she would’ve done. “Loki was really out of line earlier, I actually just want to make sure Bucky’s okay.” 

Steve smiled proudly at her from where he was taping up his hands, nodding slightly as if he were giving her the ‘go ahead’. There weren’t many people, even living in the compound, that would be willing to go out of their way to make sure Bucky was okay. It was partly his own fault, he was very stand-offish. 

“Come in.” Y/N was surprised when she heard Bucky’s voice call out from beyond the door after she’d knocked. Honestly, she wasn’t expecting a response. 

She opened the door slowly, noticing his neatly kept room with minimal belongings. She looked over Bucky who was standing by the foot of his bed, he was wearing different clothes from earlier. That, his slicked back hair and the scent of peppermint told Y/N that he’d just had a shower. 

“What do you want?” Bucky mumbled bluntly, turning his back to her as he walked over to his desk to grab a newspaper. Y/N shut the door behind her quietly, watching as he glared at her before diverting his eyes away. He rubbed his face in his hand, sighing out of frustration when she didn’t answer. “I said what do you want?” 

“Woah, at ease soldier.” She chuckled lightly, trying to make a joke to calm her nerves. She’d never been in Bucky’s room before. She’d never genuinely asked him about his feelings. She had no clue how he’d react. What if he made fun of her? “So this is why you bailed on our training, huh?” She smiled softly, pointing at the newspaper in his hand. 

“I’m surprised you even noticed I wasn’t there.” Bucky scoffed out spitefully, referring to Loki asking to spend time with her. 

“Of course I noticed.” Y/N frowned in confusion, watching Bucky roll his eyes as he slammed the newspaper back on the table. 

“Why? Because you and your boyfriend didn’t have anyone to make fun of?” Bucky raised his voice, eyes squinting in anger as glared at her from where he stood. “Is that why you’re here now, hm? Didn’t get enough time to piss me off earlier? Or do you just wanna see how far you can push me before I snap?”

“Loki is not my boyfriend.” She screwed her face up, raising her voice to match his as she waved her hands in the air.

“Yeah, well, you suit each other.” Bucky snapped back sarcastically, a deep crease between his eyebrows formed as he frowned. 

Y/N clenched her jaw, a burning heat rising up in her as her anger took control. “I came here to make sure you were okay, asshole!” She yelled furiously back at him, crossing her arms defensively.

“Oh yeah? Since when do you care about me?” Bucky spoke sarcastically, leaning his shoulder against the wall as he crossed his arms and waited for her response.

“Believe it or not, Bucky, some of us do care about you!” She snapped back at his sarcasm, her chest heaving with fury as she watched him immediately jolt off of the wall. “Normal people care about people other than themselves.”

“And I don’t?” His voice lowered drastically, he started walking towards her as if she were his prey. “Why? Because I have no feelings?” He clenched his fists by his sides, watching her press her back against the door as he stalked closer.

“I don’t know! No one knows what goes on in that cyborg brain of yours!” She argued, agrivated that she had tried to do the right thing by coming to see him, but his stubbornness was causing an argument.

“So that’s how you see me, huh? A robot with no emotion? An empty vessel? A killing machine?” Y/N gasped as Bucky’s metal hand tightened around her throat, pushing her head back against the door harshly. Her eyes widened innocently, trying to regain her breath as his face came square with hers. “You don’t know shit about me. About the constant fucking torture inside my head.”

“You didn’t kill those people, Bucky, it was Hydra. I saw the way you looked like a scared little puppy when Loki mentioned the-“

“The what?” Bucky growled huskily, keeping her head in place as his eyes stared into hers. He watched her pupils dialate as he squeezed the sides of her neck with his metal fingers.

His heart had stopped for a moment when she’d told him that Hydra was the one she blamed for what he’d done. He didn’t expect anyone to think that way, especially not her. A wave of emotion flooded through him, not jealously this time, but...what? Whatever it was, it caused butterflies in his tummy.

Bucky felt his cock twitch slightly at the sight of her submitting it him, for once in her life not fighting him. “The winter soldier?” Bucky whispered into her ear, Y/N’s eyes closing as she started to feel her pussy tingle. “Is that what this is all about? You wanna meet him? Wanna see me turn into a monster? Watch the light disappear from my eyes as I fucking destroy you?”

She couldn’t explain why his threats turned her on, all she knew was that she’d never been so aroused in her life. Her chest was heaving as he whispered in her ear, her panties flooding as his metal arm choked her.

The look she gave Bucky sent his head into a spin. She looked so helpless and innocent beneath his hand, but there was a hint of desire in her eyes. She wanted him, she wanted to please him, she wanted him to take whatever he wanted from her.

“You don’t scare me.” She whimpered softly, her lips parting as she tried to breathe. Bucky’s eyes flickered over her lips as an uncontrollable urge to kiss her washed over him.

“Still so mouthy.” He shook his head with a tut, their lips almost touching as he jolted his hand, pushing her head against the wall with more force. She let out a small cry. “You know there are other ways to get attention, baby.”

Y/N’s arousal was soaking through the material covering her crotch, her pebbled nipples rubbing against her sports bra. “Well it’s not my fault you’re always pissing me off.” She whispered bravely, her eyes fixed on his which had grown noticeably darker.

“Oh?” Bucky arched his eyebrow, tilting his head back slightly to assert his dominance. “You don’t like when I wind you up? When I say things to purposely get you to snap?” He leaned his head down, his lips tickling the delicate skin just behind where his fingers finished pressing into her neck. 

Y/N listened closely to his words, realising that Bucky hadn’t been treating her that way because he hated her. He hadn’t been constantly on at her because he didn’t get along with her. In fact, he did it because he knew exactly what she liked. Exactly what kind of interactions she thrived off of. The kind that would always bring her back for more. 

Bucky took her silence as an agreement, a smirk playing on his lips as he continued kissing her neck softly. “I know exactly what gets you going, don’t I?” He continued, finally letting go of her neck as his metal arm trailed down her chest. 

Y/N let out a shaky breath as her throat was now unrestricted, her eyes dropping to where his hand was on her. Bucky’s flesh palm was planted firmly on the wall next to her head, trapping her there. 

“Is that why you’re always so frustrated around me? Hm? Constantly coming back for more?” He kissed her cheek, almost affectionately as he watched her squirm under his touch. “Such a needy little attention whore.” 

She didn’t bite back, her head lifted to lean against the wall, her thighs desperately rubbing together to relieve some of the tension building between her thighs. She liked it.

Bucky chuckled deeply, looking down at where his fingers had dropped to play with the waistband of her exercise leggings. He hooked the tips of his metal fingers inside, entertaining himself as he looked back up at her. “Tell me honestly, baby, whose attention do you crave most?” 

“Yours.” She whimpered desperately, not even taking a moment to think. His lips ghosted over hers, his eyes big and innocent as he brushed their noses together. 

“Not that green goblin who calls himself a god?” Bucky tested as he stepped closer, their bodies touching as his hand pressed against her lower stomach. She whimpered at the feeling of his cold metal fingers on her bare skin, so close to where she needed him most. 

“No.” She submitted to him instantly, shaking her head as Bucky slowly pushed his hand further down into her pants. 

He stopped when he reached the band of her panties, a loud gulp erupted from Y/N’s throat as Bucky teased her even more. “You sure? S’not too late to go running back to him.” 

“No, Bucky, I want you.” She breathed out shakily, almost crying in frustration as Bucky licked his lips, her words were like music to his ears. Her hand came down to rest on his lower tummy, feeling his muscles through the thin material of his t-shirt. 

“Why, Y/N?” He growled as their breaths hit each others lips, she clawed softly at his stomach, overwhelmed with pleasure before he’d even begun. “Tell me why you want me and not him.” 

She felt exhausted, like her body could collapse at any moment. She was in a euphoric state from his light touches and words alone. She looked down at his lips, her eyes half shut as she grabbed hold of his metal wrist, pushing his hand down into her panties. 

Y/N let out a soft moan as his metal fingers slipped between her slick folds, her head hitting the wall with a thud. She looked up at Bucky, watching his eyes fall to where his hand disappeared into her leggings. His brows were furrowed in a frown, his mouth slightly hung open as he slipped his fingers deeper into her. “Because only you make me wet.” 

Bucky lost control, pushing his lips against hers in a desperate kiss as two of his metal fingers slipped into her hole. Y/N moaned into the kiss, her hand flying up to hold the back of his neck, pulling him down harder onto her lips. If only he’d known. If only he’d known that every cocky remark, every teasing comment left her this wet. 

“God, if Id’ve known all it took to shut you up was my fingers in your wet little hole I would’ve fucked you a long time ago.” Bucky chuckled darkly, his words were condescending. He pushed his tongue between her lips, a growl escaping his throat as she sucked on his warm muscle. 

His fingers moved in and out of her aching pussy, his whole hand drenched in her arousal. Y/N whimpered when he curled his fingers inside of her, hitting a spot of pleasure that she didn't know was there. 

“Bucky.” She moaned against his lips, her hips bucking into his hand as his thumb moved to rub her throbbing clit. She tugged on his hair, her arms resting on his shoulders as she steadied herself. 

“You wanna cum, don’t you?” He asked smugly, tilting his head before pressing their lips together sensually. “You wanna cum all over metal hand, you horny little slut.” 

“Yeah.” She whimpered out breathlessly, sucking on his top lip as she rocked her hips against his hand, pushing them further inside of her. “Make me cum, please, Bucky.” 

“I’m the only one who gets to touch you like this, you hear me?” Bucky growled into her mouth, biting down on her lip hard enough to hurt. He felt Y/N’s hips rut against his hand again, a smile appearing on his lips as he felt how desperate she was. 

She whimpered, her back arching off of the wall as she rolled her hips toward him. She looked up into his eyes innocently, like he was the only person in the world.

Bucky felt his cock pressing harshly against the material of his track pants, desperate for attention. He watched her bounce on his fingers, her hand moving from his shoulder to pull the tight material of her sports bra over her tits, letting them bounce freely.

Bucky’s eyes darkened at the sight of her boobs, his fingers speeding up inside her tight pussy as he met every movement of her hips. “Fuck yourself on my hand, just like that, make yourself cum.”

Her thighs clenched around his hand, controlling his movements as she clung to his wrist, fucking herself on his hand just like he’d told her to. “Shit, Bucky.”

Y/N clenched rapidly around his metal fingers, his thumb harshly pressed against her sensitive nub as she felt her orgasm taking over.

She leaned in to press her lips against his, hoping to muffle the moans, but Bucky was too fast. He moved his head out of reach, smiling down at her deviously as she came.

Her moans filled the room, her nails digging in to his shoulder as she bucked her hips unrhythmatically into his palm. “Fuck.” She whimpered as she clung to his chest, trying to calm down from the overwhelming sensation.

Bucky pulled his fingers out of her before she could even catch a breath, little moans escaping her lips as she watched him suck his fingers soaked in her juices.

“Shit.” He breathed heavily as he looked down at where his fingers had just been, a noticble wet patch covering the material of her leggings. “You’re so fucking wet, soaked right through your leggings.”

Y/N whimpered in response, tugging his metal hand down to her mouth as she sucked on his fingers. Bucky clenched his jaw as he watched her submissively take his fingers, her soft plump lips wrapping around them.

“Bucky,” she breathed shakily as he pulled his fingers from her mouth to hold her hips. She wrapped her hands around his biceps as she pulled body against hers. “I want you to fuck me.”

He smiled darkly at her desperate state, his cock throbbing as he tilted his head to the side. “It’s gunna hurt.” He chuckled, enjoying the thought of impaling her on his cock. 

“Good,” She pouted as she ran her hands down his muscular form, desperate to feel his cock in her hand. “I want it to hurt.”

Bucky immediately caught on to what she was doing, his hands quickly moving to grab her wrists tightly. He skilfully used his strength to spin her around, her exposed chest pressing hard against the wall as he held her hands behind the small of her back.

Y/N let out a small cry, his body pressed tightly against her back. She felt the outline of his cock pressing against her ass cheek as she ground back into him. 

“Don’t you dare try and take control.” Bucky growled deeply, his head dropping as he watched his bulge rub against her. 

Bucky groaned at the feeling, he let go of her wrists, her palms moving to press against the wall. His hands quickly moved to pull the waistband of her leggings and panties down to free her ass. 

He gulped loudly as he watched the wetness pool down onto her panties. Bucky had to stop himself from dropping to his knees and fucking her with his tongue. 

“Come on Bucky,” Y/N whined desperately as she kicked her bottoms off the rest of the way, almost crying out of frustration. “Don’t you wanna fuck the brat out of me?” She turned her head to look at him, biting her lip as she watched him tugging on his cock that he’d pulled out of the confinements of his pants. 

He was huge. Her lips parted in a gasp as she took in the beauty of his cock. She had to stop herself from turning around and sucking him off. Bucky lifted his flesh hand up to her mouth, watching as she obediently licked a strip up his palm with her tongue. 

Bucky looked her almost naked form up and down, moving his wet hand to lubricate his cock as he tugged himself off. “God, you make me so wet, Bucky.” She moaned sensually, spreading her legs a little wider as she felt her juices running down the inside of her thigh. 

He closed his eyes, letting his metal fingers dig into her hip as he positioned himself behind her, lining his tip up with her dripping heat. He bit his lip, forcing his cock into her tight walls as she moaned like a pornstar for him.

“Oh, yes.” She screamed at the feeling of his thick length stretching her pussy. “Fuck, Bucky.” She felt his cock twitch inside of her, encouraging her to moan louder. She closed her eyes, leaning her cheek against the cold wall as she tried to adjust to his monstrous size. 

“Good girl, let everyone know who you belong to.” Bucky moaned as he stilled, fully sheathed inside of her. Her pussy clenched around him, hugging his thick shaft trying to milk him of his cum. 

“You’re so big.” She whimpered submissively, trying to stop her hips from jolting to get used to his cock throbbing inside of her. Bucky could tell that she was already fucked out, his cock was too much for her to take. But for once, she wasn’t answering him back or being a pain in his ass. She was begging him. 

Bucky bit down on his bottom lip as he suddenly began moving his hips in and out of her, the action easy because of how wet she was. He held her hips in place as she cried out, still trying to adjust to his size. Her tits bounced as she lost control of her body, pushing her palm harder against the wall as she steadied herself. 

“No, Bucky, wait.” She whimpered, moving her other hand back to push his hip back, needing a little more time to adjust. A dull ache took over her pussy as he fucked her relentlessly, easily fighting against where her hand was pushing him away. 

“You said you wanted it to hurt.” He growled dominantly, pulling her hips back against his cock as he fucked into her, treating her like his own little sex doll. His cock twitched at the sound of her erotic moans filling the room loudly, a grunt erupting from his lips as he watched his cock disappear into her pussy. 

Her clit throbbed with pleasure, her ass being pulled back harshly against his skin. Slapping sounds grew louder with her pussy still dripping with arousal, his cock easily slipping in and out of her. 

“I do,�� She breathed heavily, her head spinning with pleasure as she dropped her hand from his hip, the feeling of needing to help him feel better overwhelming her senses. “Take it all out on me, Buck.” 

His hips didn’t let up, fucking deep into her as he felt a different feeling flow through his body. He looked at the girl in front of him, so ready to help him fuck away his problems. So ready to help him, where most people would’ve run.

Bucky’s heart felt like mush, a moan leaving his lips as Y/N arched her back into his touch. He moved his body forward to press his chest flush against her back, his metal hand pressing into the wall.

He’d pushed his cock deeper into her with the new angle, another loud moan of his name escaping her lips as she leaned her head back against his shoulder.

Bucky felt her pussy clenching around him again, his flesh arm wrapping around her chest to hug her tighter against him. She started circling her hips on his cock, a deep growl came from his chest as he fucked her.

“Did you mean it?” He whispered into her ear, fucking deep inside of her as he made her moan for him. She whimpered softly, her eyes closing in pure bliss as she felt his cock pressing against her cervix. 

She turned her head towards him, her eyes darkened and fucked out as she looked at his face. His stubble scratched her cheek, his eyes glistening in the dull light of the room. He waited for an answer for what seemed like a lifetime, his thrusts getting rougher as he clenched his thighs. 

“Did you mean it?” He repeated the question, feeling his balls slapping against her skin. Y/N looked up into his eyes, noticing the softness in them which wasn’t there before. “Did you mean it when you said you’re not scared of me?”

A warm feeling flooded Y/N’s heart as she saw that look again - the scared puppy look that she’d seen when Loki mentioned the winter soldier. Her chest tightened around itself, the pain in his eyes was so deep it almost hurt her to see. 

“Yes,” She nodded softly, her hand moving to play with his hair as she watched Bucky’s eyes flicker down to her lips. “Of course I meant it.” Her eyebrows raised, almost to confirm her sincerity as she pressed her lips to his. 

Bucky sighed in relief as he felt her lips against his, embarrassingly too shy to do it himself. He deepened his thrusts, hugging her body as he fucked up into her. But now it was more than fucking, it was like they were connected on a completely different level. Like they understood each other more than anyone else would ever understand them. Y/N had never seen this side of him before and it was making her fall in love. and that scared her.

She pushed her ass back against him, moaning into the kiss as she felt his cock twitching inside her walls. She knew she was close, her clit tingling at the full feeling of his length fucking her. Bucky knew it too, he felt the way she was squeezing around him. 

He felt an overwhelming amount of emotion coursing through his veins, his heart almost beating out of his chest as he slid his cock out of her. Before she could protest, Bucky spun Y/N to face him, his chest heaving as she pressed her hand against his peck. 

“Do you think you could ever love me?” He nudged her nose with his, looking down at the floor as he breathed shakily. Her eyes saddened at his vulnerability, wondering how many times that thought had crossed his mind, thinking the answer was no. “Do you think anyone could ever love me?” 

“God, you’re such a fucking idiot sometimes, Barnes.” She sighed with a sad smile, a little chuckle escaping her lips as Bucky looked up at her eyes in a moment of bravery. 

She wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling his automatically move to hold her hips. She felt his throbbing cock against her crotch, ignoring the sexual desire as she focused on taking care of his feelings. “Of course I love you.” She admitted shyly, the flush on her cheeks not just from the raw fucking. 

Bucky tried to control the smile from beaming on his face, but he failed miserably. She looked up at the handsome soldier, her heart skipping a beat knowing she was the reason for his happiness. “Why else do you think I constantly bug you? Or instantly forgive you for all the things you do to make me mad, hm?” She played with his hair as Bucky licked his lips, admiring her through hooded eyes. 

She squealed as Bucky suddenly pressed his lips against hers deeply, giggling like a little school girl as he picked her up by her thighs. Bucky’s heart fluttered at the sound of her laughing, her hand cupping his stubble-covered face as she tilted her head into the kiss. 

Bucky turned them around, walking them over to his bed as he flicked his tongue between her parted lips. She moaned into the kiss, feeling herself falling before her back landed on the soft mattress. 

She opened her eyes when Bucky took his lips away, a small pouty smile on her lips as she watched him lifting his shirt over his head. She ran her hand down his bare chest as Bucky threw the material to the floor. 

Y/N took the opportunity to lift her sports bra the rest of the way off, letting it join Bucky’s t-shirt. He sat up between her legs, admiring her now fully naked form as he tugged his tracksuit pants off. 

Bucky hovered back over her, his hands coming to rest either side of her head as he followed her eyes to where his metal arm fused with his skin. He gulped loudly as her hand came up towards the modification, her eyes meeting his to ask for permission. 

Bucky nodded nervously, still in slight disbelief that she hadn’t run away yet. He felt her soft fingers trace the frame of the metal shoulder, following the boarder which connected to his flesh. His heart skipped a beat as she watched a soft smile cover her face, moving her eyes back up to meet his. “It’s so beautiful.”

“You’re beautiful.” He smiled down at her bashfully, moving his hand to grab hold of hers as he leaned down towards her lips. 

“My goodness, did I just hear old man Barnes call me-” 

He cut off her sass with a kiss, a chuckle erupting from both of them as he shook his head. “Don’t ruin the moment.” She scrunched his face up with a smile, looking down at her dotingly. 

“Sorry.” She giggled cheekily, wrapping her thighs around his hips as she pulled him closer. Her nails scratched lightly down his back as she lifted her head to kiss him again. 

Bucky groaned, feeling his cock rub against her pussy lips. A moan escaped Y/N’s lips as she tugged on his hair, feeling his cock pushing back inside her. 

“Fuck.” She let out in a whimper, her eyes big and innocent as she felt him bottom out inside of her. She tilted her head to the side, her other hand holding his chest as she deepened the kiss. 

Bucky started fucking her deep and slow, feeling every clench of her needy pussy. He breathed heavily through his nose, short grunts vibrating in his throat as he twitched inside of her. 

“Y/N,” He moaned deeply, letting their lips brush against each other as her breath tickled his face. “I love you.” He clenched his jaw as he felt his orgasm approaching fast. 

Her tits bounced against his chest, her back arching at the feeling of him filling her sweet cunt with his cock. “I love you, Buck.” She let out with a cry, Bucky’s skin rubbing her throbbing clit as her thighs clenched around his body, a wave of euphoria erupted through her body. 

“Oh, Bucky.” Her hips erratically bucked up to meet his, her pussy pulsing around him as she came. Her nails dug harder into his back, leaving imprints that would at least last a day. 

“Fuck.” Bucky moaned into her neck, his brows furrowing into a frown as he muffled his grunts against her skin. The feeling of her coming on top of him had Bucky’s hands gripping tightly at the bedsheets. “I’m gunna cum.” 

“Bucky,” She whimpered shyly, rubbing the back of his neck soothingly as she hugged him close, rolling her hips onto his. “Can you cum inside me?” 

“You want me to?” He groaned softly, trying to stop himself from cumming so soon, but the feeling of her was too good. 

“Please.” She nodded as Bucky turned his head to look at her, hovering his lips against hers for a second before pressing them against his passionately. He felt his orgasm hit, his hips rutting into her as he filled her with his cum. 

Y/N looked down at where their bodies were connected, watching his cock slide into her overstimulated pussy as he rode out his high. She whimpered softly as she rubbed his shoulder soothingly, his softening cock slipping out of her. 

Bucky looked down too, both watching as his cum dribbled out of her pussy. He smiled proudly before looking back up at her, tracing his finger over her cheek lightly. “Guess the team will be happy that this means our constant bickering will stop.” Bucky chuckled sweetly, looking down at her face. 

“What does this mean?” She prodded him lightly with her finger, smiling up at him as she admired his gorgeous eyes. 

“It means you’re my girl.” He mumbled before kissing her lips softly. 

“Do I get a say in this at all?” She faked a shocked look and giggled in amusement, watching the cheeky smile appear on his face. 

Bucky shook his head before kissing her again. “No.” He smiled softly, the feeling of pure happiness making him kiss her over and over.

“Okay, fine, I’ll be your girl.” She let out a fake sigh of exasperation, her heart thudding against her chest like she’d never felt before. “But I just have one question.” 

“Okay.” Bucky dragged out the word suspiciously, sitting up on his knees as he rubbed the tops of her thighs. 

“Do you honestly think me being your girlfriend means I’m not gunna still constantly annoy the shit out of you?” She let out lowly with a smirk, watching Bucky groan dramatically as he dropped down next to her on the bed, a huge smile on his face.

He knew she was right, but he didn't mind at all. In fact, he never minded before anyway.

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favorite fanfic trope: enemies to lovers but it's the moment when their tension is at its peak 😈

title: The Mess I Made - submitted by anon summary: you may not be on the best terms with Bucky Barnes, but it doesn't stop you from coming to his defense prompt: “Did anyone ever tell you how pathetic you are? It’s incredible how low my standards are for you.” / multiple requests for enemies to lovers word count: 1.5k a/n: enemies to lovers is already tough for me and to do it in drabble form is impossible for me because it requires a slow burn, but I did my best!!

You were on your way to the tower's gym when you heard Bucky’s voice echo from the end of the hall. Towel swung over your shoulder, headphones barely even grazed your ears as you paused, turning down the music. Bucky’s shadow danced over the walls as his run his hands through his hair. A woman’s shadow emerged next to him, her heels clicking against the tiles.

You rolled your eyes. Bucky’s latest string of conquests were an inconvenience at best. His pathetic attempt to rekindle whatever version of himself he idolized from the forties in the form of cheap, meaningless hookups was just another reason you made every effort to steer clear of Barnes. His seemingly indifference towards you made easy to do so.

Steve wouldn’t let it go – his questioning of why the two of you could never get along. It wasn’t that you hated Barnes. You didn’t know him well enough to hate him. You just didn’t care for what you saw. He was guarded and cold. Condescending and arrogant. Half the time, you barely believed Steve’s stories of Bucky’s charming days in the forties. The rare moments you caught his smile, it looked forced. It barely touched his eyes and he wore a mask to bring home women who spent their nights admiring an arm he would not allow them to touch.

The rare moments you thought you saw something genuine in him, he’d lashed out. The cracks in his foundation breaking through the surface in the screams at the night of dead of night, flinching at loud noises, the easy transition to taking orders and losing himself for the briefest of moments.

You’d made the mistake once of trying to comfort him. His eyes had glazed over in the middle of a conversation. There were dozens of agents around for the annual holiday party and Bucky was in another world entirely. His pupils were dilated, his hands shaking as he closed them to fists. You never learned what triggered it, but the moment you laid a gentle hand upon his forearm, Bucky had you in a chokehold.

It took both Sam and Tony’s strength to wield Bucky away from you, all while he was practically foaming at the mouth, screaming at you to never touch him again. He was rabid as Sam and Tony struggled to hold him back. The whole party stopped to watch the scene unfold – as Bucky hurtled countless insults at you.

He was drinking Thor’s liquor. He had to have been. Half of what he said that night barely made any sense. None it worth the audacity to lay a hand upon his arm to draw him back from wherever his mind had taken him. Perhaps, if you weren’t so thoroughly humiliated, you might have considered as much.

But what he said that night stayed with you and you never let it go.

“Why don’t you stay, sweetheart?” Bucky’s voice carried down the hall.

You tapped your foot impatiently at the elevators, desperate for an escape before he turned the corner. You noticed the woman’s heels were still clicking on the floors. She hadn’t stopped.

“Let me take you for breakfast, at least,” Bucky asked, a nervousness in his voice you didn’t recognize. He cleared his throat. “I was thinking we could—”

“I’m going to stop you right there.” The clicking ceased and you watched as the woman’s shadow placed a hand on Bucky’s chest, stilling him in an instant. “I thought you knew what this was.”

“I did. I do, but,” Bucky started, running a hand through his hair. You’d never seen him act this way before – so unsure of himself. The elevator doors open and closed as you watched his shadow sway on his heels. “I just... I want to try something different. Something... real and I thought, since we had a nice night together you might...”

“What?” the woman scoffed. “You thought I would want to date you?”

Bucky stiffened. Even his shadow appeared to mask into stone. Dread curdled in your stomach and you found yourself inching down the hall, approaching the shadows.

“Listen,” the woman crooned, “you were great last night and sleeping with the Winter Soldier is a hell of a story, but you’re not exactly... relationship material.”

You froze, stunned.

Bucky awkward cleared his throat. “I-I know, and I’m working on that. I just thought—”

“Oh my God, take the hint!” the woman exclaimed and you flinched in time with Bucky’s shadow against the wall. “Did anyone ever tell you how pathetic you are? Clearly all I wanted was a good lay. I thought I wouldn’t have to worry about this clingy shit with the Winter Soldier for Christ's sake. It’s incredible how low my standards were for you.”

“What the hell is your problem?”

You rounded the corner, tossing your workout gear aside as you came face to face with the woman. She was a beautiful as the rest of them were – tall, stunning, probably one of the models you’ve seen on runways or on magazines. But her eyes were unkind, and dismissive.

“I don’t have to explain myself to you,” she spat, shoving past your shoulder and heading to the elevator. You moved to block her when you felt the cold grasp of vibranium curl around your wrist, yanking you out of her path.

“Hey!” you yelped, watching as the woman made her escape into the elevator. You snatched your hand back, massaging at the tender muscle. “What the hell, Barnes?”

“I don’t need you coming to my rescue,” Bucky bit back. “I had it handled.”

You scoffed, the image of Bucky’s form flinching as she called him ‘pathetic’ still fresh in your mind. You’d never known him to back down from a fight. Hell, he’d gotten into a screaming match with a paparazzi for daring to ask how his morning jog went. Bucky didn’t roll over and play dead. But he let that woman wrap a hand around his throat until he choked.

“Sure looked handled,” you rolled your eyes. “She was walking all over you.”

“My sex life is not your concern,” he growled, his voice low as his eyes hooded.

“I never said a damn thing about your sex life, Barnes.” You shook your head, already regretting stepping in at all. It was pointless – foolish even – to think that he might be appreciative of your intervention, of the fact that despite the tense history between you, you would never stoop as low as that woman did.

You bent down and picked up the gym bag you’d let slip from your hands. “If you want to be treated like shit, then by all means, have fun with your next one night stand. I'll steer clear of the fallout.”

You started to head back towards the gym when you heard Bucky groan rather dramatically behind you. You paused, glancing over your shoulder as Bucky hit a fit against the wall.

“What is your—”

“You are so goddamn infuriating!” Bucky snapped and your jaw dropped.

“Are you serious right now? Me? I’m the infuriating one?” You released your bag, letting the weights hit the floor as you stalked back to him. “You’re the ungrateful jerk who just yelled at the one person who bothered to stand up for you!”

Bucky gritted his teeth. “I never asked you to do that!”

He was only inches away. His breath hot against your cheeks. You could see the dark blue specs in his eyes from this close. The blacks of his eyes nearly consuming him whole.

“Maybe that’s your problem, Barnes,” you sneered. “You think you need to ask for help, that it’s earned or deserved, but it’s not! Sometimes people just want to help you, you asshole! Sometimes, people can be good and can care about you without expecting that you—”

Your back hit the wall as Bucky’s weight pressed to your chest. His lips crashed against yours, his hand slipping into your hair. Everything in him moved with purpose, with adrenaline spiked into his veins and fury in his bones – but not his hands. Even as his lips hungrily devoured yours, his hands were gentle as they caressed the nape of you neck, as they slid down your hips.

What surprised you more – was that you kissed him back. Your hand clutched into the thin fabric of his t-shirt, your lips parting for him as he brushed him tongue over yours. It was the kind of kiss that left you feel dizzy – like you’d been under for too long, your lungs aching, and still you had no desire for air.

When he finally did draw back, it was only when he was breathless. His chest panting in time with yours, his forehead dipping to rest against your collarbone. He paused for a moment, even as his fingers gently pressed into the nape of your neck as if upon keys of a piano.

“I don’t know why I did that,” Bucky confessed.

You chuckled. “I do.”

He lifted his head and you smiled when you saw his lips were pink and swollen. You brushed a hand over his cheek.

“Because even when I hated you, I still cared about you, Barnes. It’s not black and white. It’s messy and it’s grey. But I can handle a little mess, can’t you?”

Bucky swallowed, slow to the smile that crept upon his lips, but still—it came. “Yeah, I can handle messy.”

When he kissed you again, he didn’t hesitate.