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[thepioden]

I started a new medication for narcolepsy which is working really well and today I was able to:

1. Maintain a level of cope when my secondary HDD began to fail and my PC wouldn't boot

2. Unplug and mess around in the guts of my PC several times

3. Diagnose the issue, drive several miles to Best Buy, and pick up a new SSD and SATA/USB adapter

4. Pull out the old drive, realize it's a 3.5 inch, and do some Dire Chicanery with the slightly too short cables to get them to reach the 2.5 inch drive bay so I could install the new drive

5. Continue high Cope levels when the SATA adapter cable was for 2.5 inch only and doesn't provide enough power to spin up a 3.5 inch drive

6. Order a powered 3.5 inch SATA adapter to hopefully recover my data.

Two weeks ago, I would have made it, ehhhhh, halfway through 2 before collapsing in fatigue and despair and just laying on the floor morosely. My PC would languish, unused, for weeks or months.

Anyway it's fucking bonkers what people without chronic illness can get done in a day. Damn, y'all live like this?

[elektroyu]

Tbh I already miss the ease and convenience of having only Windows systems 😂 I kinda wish I could just keep doing what I've been doing until now. But yeah. Fuck you Windows, I guess.

[subjectsix]

I don't know I'm not done talking about it. It's insane that I can't just uninstall Edge or Copilot. That websites require my phone number to sign up. That people share their contacts to find their friends on social media.

I wouldn't use an adblocker if ads were just banners on the side funding a website I enjoy using and want to support. Ads pop up invasively and fill my whole screen, I misclick and get warped away to another page just for trying to read an article or get a recipe.

Every app shouldn't be like every other app. Instagram didn't need reels and a shop. TikTok doesn't need a store. Instagram doesn't need to be connected to Facebook. I don't want my apps to do everything, I want a hub for a specific thing, and I'll go to that place accordingly.

I love discord, but so much information gets lost to it. I don't want to join to view things. I want to lurk on forums. I want to be a user who can log in and join a conversation by replying to a thread, even if that conversation was two days ago. I know discord has threads, it's not the same. I don't want to have to verify my account with a phone number. I understand safety and digital concerns, but I'm concerned about information like that with leaks everywhere, even with password managers.

I shouldn't have to pay subscriptions to use services and get locked out of old versions. My old disk copy of photoshop should work. I should want to upgrade eventually because I like photoshop and supporting the business. Adobe is a whole other can of worms here.

Streaming is so splintered across everything. Shows release so fast. Things don't get physical releases. I can't stream a movie I own digitally to friends because the share-screen blocks it, even though I own two digital copies, even though I own a physical copy.

I have an iPod, and I had to install a third party OS to easily put my music on it without having to tangle with iTunes. Spotify bricked hardware I purchased because they were unwillingly to upkeep it. They don't pay their artists. iTunes isn't even iTunes anymore and Apple struggles to upkeep it.

My TV shows me ads on the home screen. My dad lost access to eBook he purchased because they were digital and got revoked by the company distributing them. Hitman 1-3 only runs online most of the time. Flash died and is staying alive because people love it and made efforts to keep it up.

I have to click "not now" and can't click "no". I don't just get emails, they want to text me to purchase things online too. My windows start search bar searches online, not just my computer. Everything is blindly called an app now. Everything wants me to upload to the cloud. These are good tools! But why am I forced to use them! Why am I not allowed to own or control them?

No more!!!!! I love my iPod with so much storage and FLAC files. I love having all my fics on my harddrive. I love having USBs and backups. I love running scripts to gut suck stuff out of my Windows computer I don't want that spies on me. I love having forums. I love sending letters. I love neocities and webpages and webrings. I will not be scanning QR codes. Please hand me a physical menu. If I didn't need a smartphone for work I'd get a "dumb" phone so fast. I want things to have buttons. I want to use a mouse. I want replaceable batteries. I want the right to repair. I grew up online and I won't forget how it was!

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[joetastic2739]

Someone accessed my Gmail 2 days ago, compromising my linked accounts like Twitter and YouTube. Here's how it happened, why I fell for it, and what you can learn to avoid making the same mistake:

The scam I fell victim to was a cookie hijack. The hacker used malicious software to steal my browser cookies (stuff like autofill, auto sign in, etc), allowing them to sign in to my Gmail and other accounts, completely bypassing my 2FA and other security protocols.

A few days ago, I received a DM from @Rachael_Borrows, who claimed to be a manager at @Duolingo. The account seemed legitimate. It was verified, created in 2019, and had over 1k followers, consistent with other managers I’d seen at the time n I even did a Google search of this person and didnt find anything suspicious.

She claimed that @Duolingo wanted me to create a promo video, which got me excited and managed to get my guard down. After discussing I was asked to sign a contract and at app(.)fastsigndocu(.)com. If you see this link, ITS A SCAM! Do NOT download ANY files from this site.

Unfortunately, I downloaded a file from the website, and it downloaded without triggering any firewall or antivirus warnings. Thinking it was just a PDF, I opened it. The moment I did, my console and Google Chrome flashed. That’s when I knew I was in trouble. I immediately did an antivirus scan and these were some of the programs it found that were added to my PC without me knowing:

The thing about cookie hijacking is that it completely bypasses 2FA which should have been my strongest line of defense. I was immediately signed out of all my accounts and within a minute, they changed everything: passwords, 2FA, phone, recovery emails, backup codes, etc.

I tried all methods but hit dead ends trying to recover them. Thankfully, my Discord wasn’t connected, so I alerted everyone I knew there. I also had an alternate account, @JLCmapping, managed by a friend, which I used to immediately inform @/TeamYouTube about the situation

Meanwhile, the hackers turned my YouTube channel into a crypto channel and used my Twitter account to spam hundreds of messages, trying to use my image and reputation to scam more victims

Thankfully, YouTube responded quickly and terminated the channel. Within 48 hours, they locked the hacker out of my Gmail and restored my access. They also helped me recover my channel, which has been renamed to JoetasticOfficial since Joetastic_ was no longer available.

Since then, I’ve taken several steps to secure my accounts and prevent this from happening again. This has been a wake-up call to me, and now I am more cautious around people online. I hope sharing it helps others avoid falling victim to similar attacks. (End)

(side note) Around this time, people also started to impersonate me on TikTok and YouTube. With my accounts terminated, anyone searching for "Joetastic" would only find the imposter's profiles. I’m unsure whether they are connected or if it’s just an unfortunate coincidence, but it made the situation even more stressful.

[bartxnhood]

ANY VARIATION OF READER X THUNDERBOLTS BUCKY AND THE TEAM BEING TF U HAVE A GF THANK YOU AND ILY

girlfriend? | bucky barnes

| thunderbolts!bucky barnes x fem!reader

warnings: john walker and minor thunderbolts spoilers!!!!!

a/n: YAY!!! IM SO EXCITED TO WRITE FOR BUCKY AND MARVEL AGAIN!!! i also decided that this would probably take place after the events of the movie, and i took inspiration from clint hiding his family but, with reader! so, i hope i did your vision justice!!

Copyright © 2025 bartxnhood. All rights reserved. This original work is not allowed to be reposted on any platform in any format.

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the smoke was dense and thick, making it almost impossible to see within five feet. the smell of sulfur and concrete filled the nostrils of the ‘new avengers’.

new york has seen yet another attack, this time by another outer space alien thingy that bucky couldn’t remember.

there’s a dreadful silence between the group, all stuck in their own minds, trying to figure out just what went wrong. how they got defeated so quickly.

he stood with his hands on his hips, trying to regain his breath after being slammed into a plethora of floors from one of the skyscrapers.

ava hunched over holding her midsection while also trying to catch her breath. yelena, leaning against a fallen slab of a building while clenching her arm. walker, somewhere else, blowing off steam as his shield was snapped in half, and alexei going on some sort of rant.

“it’s fine, this is fine” the broody older man speaks, his thick accent grating against buckys ears. “everybody get up!” the red guardian claps, trying to pump up the group. “we are the thunderbolts!!!”

yelena rolls her eyes, keeping a hand pressed on her arm, “dad, stop”. she looks at the man with sharp eyes. they say optimism is good to have on a team, but alexei had too much. it often got annoying.

turning a corner, walker, stuffing something in his suit pocket, looks to the others. “we’ve been compromised.”

ava stands, crossing her arms. “what?” she looks between bucky and yelena, who have the same look on their face. it isn’t dread, it isn’t worry, it’s something much worse.

alexei mutters some swear words in russian under his breath. and for a moment, no one knows what to do. they aren’t a team, they have no backup, and bucky knows that sam won’t help him.

yet again, he’s alone.

“well, what now?” ava asks, her attention trained on the white widow. “ah!” alexei holds up his fingers, then snaps, carrying a proud look on his face. “a safe house!”

everyone pauses, stealing glances at each other with a blank expression. clearly growing tired of the red guardians persona. “oh, you’ve got to be kidding me..” ava exasperates, before taking a few steps away from the group.

bucky contemplates for a moment, hes staring off at the gray rubble beneath his black boots. he only had a handful of options, one of those being sam. as he was not on the best terms with sam, he figured his last option would suffice. you.

“i know a place.”

the sun was just rising, its misty rays barely peeking through the thick fog. the air was cool and damp, the ground beneath covered with an early morning dew. a cabin tucked away amidst the trees stood silent and still, as if waiting to welcome the day.

the trees surrounding the cabin were barely visible through the dense fog, their leaves shimmering with dewdrops like tiny jewels on their green surfaces. the air was silent, save for the soft sound of the nearby river.

stepping off the quinjet, bucky stopped at the edge of the ramp, looking at his home he shared with you. he felt happy to be back home, but a part of him dreaded the following events.

bucky knew he was risking everything by bringing the others to his home, to you. someone who bucky made sure to keep hidden from everyone. he didn’t do it because he was ashamed or didn’t love you, but he did it because he loved you so much. it was better to keep you off file and off record, for your safety.

if anything happened to you, bucky would’ve surely lost his mind.

“why the hell are we at a cabin, bucky?” walker quips, following the other super soldier. “we can’t go on vacation now.”

“shut up, walker,” bucky snaps, shooting a glaring look over his shoulder as he waits for the rest of the others to fall in behind him. “what are we doing here? we clearly need a safe house,” yelena chimes in, ava and alexei adding something under their breaths.

bucky can already feel himself getting agitated with the anti-heroes. it’s hard enough working with people that collectively cannot get along, it was doomed from the veining. “it’s safe, just trust me.”

crossing the threshold of the dark oak cabin, the scent of fresh laundry mixed with mahogany, vanilla, and cashmere filled his nostrils, and in an instant, the tension in his shoulders dropped.

home. the living room was cleaned, and a few blankets on the leather sofa. you must've napped. a few records scattered around the record table, one still on the turntable, but the record had stopped playing long ago.

“baby? i’m home!” he calls out, not seeing any sign of your presence as he steps into the living room. it’s quiet, almost too quiet. bucky steps further in. “baby doll?”

the team steps in hesitantly, their hands hovering over whatever they have to defend themselves with. sharing puzzled glances with each other as bucky calls out to you.

you emerge from the stairway with a laundry basket on your hip. a quiet gasp gets caught in your throat as your eyes look past your boyfriend and see his co-workers. “what the..” you mutter, your eyes finally landing on bucky. “bucky?”

“we had nowhere else to go,” he explains, the wear and tear of fighting visible on his body. his eyes hold even more exhaustion than he let on.

you drop the laundry basket on the sofa and approach him, he hopes his arms and pulls you in, pressing a kiss on the top of your head.

yelena interrupts, “Im sorry..” the blonde holds out her hands, nose crunching with confusion. “what the hell is happening here?”

“yeah..what the hell is this?” walker stands behind yelena, his arms crossed now.

“guys, meet my girlfriend, y/n,” he introduced, holding you by his side. his thumb rubbing up and down your shoulders.

“hi..” you smile, holding up your hand to wave awkwardly. your freehand wrapping around buckys midsection.

the team is left speechless, all mouths are open, but no words are formed.

“girlfriend?!” yelena is flabbergasted, her eyes almost popping out of her head.

“oh! this is wonderful!! alexei is pushing past the other three, walking towards you with a big, dopey smile. “young love!” he cheered, clapping loudly.

you laugh awkwardly, again, because what do you do when the avengers are standing in your house?

“buck?” you look up at him, he had a less than amused look on his face.

“we just need some place to lay low, get patched up. i didn’t know what else to do.”

“ah, okay,” you pat his chest playfully, an amused laugh coming from you. “i can help with that.”

“girlfriend…” walker whispers as you begin leading the group downstairs to a makeshift med bay.

“shut it, walker!” buckys voice booms from a few feet ahead.

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[figmentjedi]

Someone DM'd me about my old "Bee Movie, but Vanessa is a giant beegirl" screencap edits, so here's some old "Honey Lemon as a beegirl because a Honey name was a good enough pun excuse to make this" edits

[spencereidluver]

T is for Two Time

april 09, 2009

summary: Spencer gets jealous when you have to dress sexily for a case.

word count: 3.1k

warnings: s m u t. jealousy, angst, dom!spence, creampie, oral (f receiving), fingering, there is two smut scenes in this part, the second one is much much much softer than the first.

“Y/N, I need to speak to you,” Hotch says, approaching you from behind. 

You were sat at a table in the LAPD. The BAU had been called in three days ago to assist in catching a serial killer. This particular killer had gained a plethora of media attention and was dubbed “The Nightclub Nightmare.” Spencer sat across from you sharing his psychological profile with you before finalizing it with Hotch.

You spun around in your chair to face him. “Alright,” you said, waiting for him to speak.

“Alone,” he said, glancing at Spencer to signal for him to leave.

Spencer’s eyes met yours, a sympathetic yet questioning look being sent at you. You nodded at him, simultaneously telling him to do as Hotch asked and that you’ll tell him what this was about as soon as you can. He stands from his chair, taking his file folder with him to the conference room nearby to continue working. 

“I need you to go undercover,” Hotch says.

You’re a bit taken aback. It was rare for BAU agents to go undercover, typically other teams did that. And on the few occasions your team did, Emily was often the one to do so. She’d had plenty of experience in the secret and undercover agent field. So why were you the one to be approached by Hotch this time?

“W-what?” you stutter out, “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” he says firmly. “You fit his target victimology perfectly.” He can sense your apprehension of the subject. “You’ll have backup every step of the way. Morgan and Prentiss will be posted inside the club with you and Reid and I will be in the van just right outside. We’ll have eyes on you the entire time.”

His eyes don’t leave yours as he awaits your response. Despite his reassurances, you still feel uneasy. “I- I just don’t know if I can do it,” you admit, voice faltering in a whisper. 

“Y/n,” he says, using your first name to be more sincere, “I wouldn’t ask you to do something I didn’t fully believe you were capable of doing.”

You shift your weight in your seat. “Okay,” you finally say after what felt like an eternity, “I’ll do it.”

A flat line appeared on Hotch’s face, the closest thing to a smile he could give. “Good. Thank you, agent. We’ll start the preparations immediately. You will be going out into the field tonight, we don’t have time to waste.”

He walks away from you before you can think twice.

What have you gotten yourself into?

Your head is in your hands, fingers rubbing your temples, as the realization sets in. Not often do you even enter the field, now you’re expected to have a one-to-one with the unsub?

“You okay?” you hear a familiar voice say.

Spencer had returned from the conference room and was sat across from you once again.

“Yeah, I-” you look up at him, “Hotch wants me to go undercover to catch the unsub.”

Spencer’s eyes go wide. “You? Why not Emily?”

“I fit the victim profile better than her. He’s far more likely to approach me on his own.”

“Yeah, but Emily is trained for this, you’re not even tactical certified, it’s dangerous.” His voice was strained a bit, higher than normal. 

“Spencer, I have to,” you say.

“I know, I’m just… Be safe, please.”

____

The dress was barely a dress. Technically, it was a black backless slip that hit mid-thigh, with a slit up one side and tiny spaghetti straps that made your cleavage spill just enough to look accidental. The heels were five inches. Your hair was curled and pinned in a way that screamed expensive.

You looked like someone who partied at this club every Saturday night. Exactly the kind of girl the unsub hunted.

Spencer didn’t say a word when you stepped into the surveillance van.

He looked at you, eyes trailing slowly from your curled hair to the way your thighs peaked from the hem of the dress, and he swallowed hard.

Morgan whistled low. "Damn. You're going to make the guy crash and burn in five seconds."

"That’s the plan," you said.

But your eyes were on Spencer.

He hadn’t blinked.

You sat down next to him and rested your hand on his knee. "You'll be okay, right?"

He nodded. Slow. Silent.

____

The club was everything you'd expect. Dark, crowded, noisy, with overpriced drinks and a smell that lingered somewhere between sweat and cheap perfume.

You let yourself fall into the role. Your hips swayed with the music, your body language open, inviting. Within ten minutes, the unsub had spotted you. You saw him first in the mirror behind the bar.

He was tall. Unshaven. And way too confident.

He approached like he owned the place.Cocky, smug, the exact predator the profile described. He bought your drink, leaned too close, eyes already roaming up and down your body like he was choosing his next meal.

"That dress is wasted on this place," he murmured, eyes lingering far too long on your chest. "But I like the view."

In the surveillance van, Spencer was already tense, watching the screen like it might explode.

"He’s touching her," Spencer mumbled.

"She knows," Hotch replied.

"He’s not just touching. He’s gripping. Hard." Spencer's voice pitched up. "That's not part of the plan. That wasn't cleared."

On screen, the unsub moved closer. He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. Leaned in to whisper something.

"He just tried to touch her face. Hotch, I'm going in."

"No, you're not."

"He's going to kiss her!"

Spencer was on his feet. The monitor shook as his hand slammed the table.

"SHE HASN'T SIGNALLED!" Hotch turned, voice sharp like steel. "STAND. DOWN. REID."

Spencer’s jaw clenched so tightly you could see the muscle twitch from across the room. His fists were white-knuckled. His entire body buzzed with fury.

On screen, the unsub placed his hand on your bare back, slowly dragging it downward.

"She’s baiting him," Hotch said, barely holding his patience. "Let her work."

Inside the club, you moved. Swift, sudden, precise.

Just as the unsub leaned in, his lips brushing your cheek, you shifted your weight and drove your knee hard into his stomach.

He doubled over with a sharp cry.

Your hands went to his shoulders, slamming him down onto the bar, your voice clear and strong.

"FBI! Hands where I can see 'em!"

Morgan and Prentiss were already on him, cuffs out.

Chaos erupted. The club lit up with panicked screams and flashing lights.

Outside, Spencer was already gone.

The club erupted in screams and chaos. You stood, winded, flushed, and furious. Outside, Spencer had already flung the door open. The unsub was being dragged out, bloodied and shouting.

You stepped outside, hair tousled and high heels clicking against the pavement, and stopped at Spencer's side. The unsub locked eyes with you the whole way to the squad car. Then, he winked.

You didn’t get to process it before Spencer’s hand was at your waist. Tight.

"He winked at you," he said, voice low.

"Spencer, it’s fine. He’s in cuffs."

But his fingers gripped harder. Possessively. Hard enough to bruise. You gasped. His lips were suddenly on your neck. Firm. Wet. Claiming. 

"You’re mine," he growled into your skin. "He needed to see that."

You gasped. Your fingers fisted in his jacket. Around you, the team awkwardly looked anywhere but at the two of you. Spencer didn’t care.

"He doesn't get to look at you like that," Spencer growled.

______

The jet was quiet on the way home. You sat next to Spencer. He hadn’t let you go since L.A.. His hand stayed on your thigh, his body angled toward yours, his eyes dark and unwavering. His hand drifted under the hem of your dress, just slightly. His thumb brushed the inside of your thigh a little too close.

You turned to him, breath caught. "Spence..."

"You looked so good tonight," he whispered. "Too good."

"You were jealous."

"I am jealous. I can’t stop seeing him touch you."

You reached out to take his hand, but he pulled away, fingers dragging like he didn’t want to but had to.

"You volunteered," he said, his voice too quiet. Too flat. "You chose to do that."

"I did it for the case. You know that."

His laugh was hollow. "Yeah. And he got to touch you. Got to smile at you. Got to wink at you."

You bit your lip. "Spencer, I'm right here. I’m safe. It’s over."

He turned his face away, but not before you caught the sheen in his eyes.

"It didn’t feel like it. Not in that van. Watching him touch you, knowing I couldn't stop it…it felt like I was losing my mind."

You slid your hand onto his again. This time, he didn’t pull away.

_____

Your back hit the door with a thud.

Spencer’s mouth was on yours before you could speak, his hands sliding under your jacket and yanking it down your arms in one swift motion. His fingers were rougher than usual. Gripping, pulling, and claiming.

“I couldn’t stand it,” he growled between kisses. “Watching him put his hand on your leg, watching him lean in like he could kiss you…”

You groaned as he pinned your wrists above your head with one hand, his thigh sliding between yours to hold you against the door. The hard press of him through his slacks was unmistakable.

“He touched what’s mine,” Spencer spat, dragging his lips down your neck and biting just below your ear. “He looked at what’s mine.”

“Spencer…” you breathed, hips rocking into him.

“You wore that tiny skirt,” he continued, nipping your collarbone, “and those heels, and I couldn’t do a damn thing about it.”

You whimpered when he finally released your wrists and tugged your dress up over your head, tossing it to the floor. Your bra followed. He bent to kiss between your breasts, open-mouthed and messy, as if he was making up for every second he couldn’t touch you earlier.

When he dropped to his knees, you braced yourself, but nothing could’ve prepared you for the way his hands gripped your thighs and ripped your panties down like they offended him. He lifted one of your legs over his shoulder, forcing your back flat to the door.

Then his mouth was on you.

He licked and sucked like a man starved, eyes locked on yours the entire time. When your hand slipped into his hair, he groaned against you, deep and guttural, and gripped your ass to keep you exactly where he wanted you.

“Spence,” you moaned, head hitting against the door, knees shaking.

“You’re already so wet,” he said, pulling back briefly to smirk at you. “Is this all for me?”

You whimpered.

“Answer me,” he growled, biting your inner thigh.

“You,” you gasped. “Only you.”

“Good girl.”

He stood, wiping his mouth and grabbing your face with both hands, kissing you hard, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. Then he spun you toward the wall. You heard the click of his belt, the rustle of fabric, and then the hot, heavy weight of him pressing himself between your thighs.

“Do you need me to be gentle?” he asked, voice low and dark in your ear.

“No,” you breathed. “Show me who I belong to.”

That was all it took. He gripped your waist and thrust into you in one sharp, desperate motion that had you gasping loud against the wall. He was deep. Stretching you. Owning you.

“Fuck,” he hissed. “So perfect.”

You could barely breathe. Every thrust slammed you against the wall, your hands scrambling for purchase as he pounded into you with more force than you’d ever felt from him. There was no rhythm, just need.

“I should’ve stopped it,” he said, panting. “Should’ve ripped him off you the second he touched you.”

You moaned as his hand gripped at your waist, the bruises already forming, and fucked you harder. You cried out with each thrust, your body burning from the intensity.

“Say it,” he demanded.

“S-say what?” you stammered, nearly incoherent.

“Who do you belong to?”

“You,” you choked. “I’m yours, Spencer. All yours.”

“That’s right.” He reached around and slid his fingers between your thighs, finding your clit and rubbing fast, tight circles.

You clenched around him immediately, vision going white at the edges.

“Spencer—fuck—I’m gonna—”

“Come for me,” he growled. “Show me you’re mine.”

Your orgasm ripped through you so violently you nearly collapsed. Your legs gave out, but Spencer caught you, never stopping, driving into you through the aftershocks.

He chased his release with ragged thrusts, burying his face in your neck as his hips stuttered.

“I’m gonna fill you up,” he groaned. “Gonna mark you from the inside. Let him wonder what it feels like when I’m the one fucking you.”

You moaned weakly, nails digging into the wall as he came with a strangled cry, holding you tight as he pulsed inside you, breathless and trembling.

For a long moment, neither of you moved. You stayed pressed to the wall, panting, Spencer wrapped around you like he was afraid to let go.

When he finally pulled out, you both winced, your legs nearly collapsing again.

He scooped you up bridal style before you could fall and carried you straight to the bed, laying you down gently.

You were shaking. Ruined. Completely his.

He leaned over you, eyes softer now, brushing sweaty hair from your face.

“You okay?” he whispered, guilt flickering in his voice.

You nodded slowly. “More than okay.”

He smiled faintly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I love you.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down on top of you. “Good. Because after that, you’re not going anywhere.”

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Sunlight streamed in through the blinds, soft and golden. The apartment was quiet, aside from the occasional city noise beyond the glass. You stirred under the covers, limbs tangled with Spencer’s, the scent of him still clinging to your skin, coffee from yesterday, and something darker: sweat, arousal, love.

You blinked slowly, still warm from sleep, your body delightfully sore in all the right places. Every inch of you was proof of the night before, the bruises on your hips where Spencer had gripped you, the ache between your legs, the lovebite on your collarbone.

He was already awake beside you.

You could feel it in the way his fingers softly traced shapes on your bare back, his body curled protectively around yours. When you shifted, his touch stilled.

“Morning,” you whispered.

Spencer let out a soft breath. “Hey.”

His voice was thick with sleep, low and gravelly in a way that made your skin prickle.

You tilted your head up and met his eyes,glassy with something sweet and soft, nothing like the feral fire from the night before.

“You okay?” he asked, brushing your hair behind your ear.

“Mmhm.” You smiled. “Are you?”

He nodded. “Yeah. Just… a little overwhelmed. I’ve never…” He stopped himself, biting his lip. “I’ve never felt that kind of jealousy before. Not like that. It scared me.”

You reached up and cupped his cheek. “You didn’t scare me, Spence.”

His eyes fluttered shut at your touch. “I meant what I said last night. About you being mine.”

“I know. I meant it too.”

He leaned down, pressing the softest kiss to your lips, not urgent, not hungry, just reverent. The kind of kiss that felt like a promise.

You sighed into it, threading your fingers into his messy curls, tugging gently until his body was flush with yours again.

He groaned softly when his hips pressed into yours under the covers.

“You sure you’re up for it?” he whispered.

Your thighs instinctively squeezed around him. “I’m sore. Not sorry.”

That made him smile, before his lips were on yours again, deeper this time.

Spencer took his time. Every movement was careful, slow, adoring, a stark contrast to the bruising rhythm of the night before. His hands explored you like you were something sacred, brushing over your sides, your thighs, your stomach, making you shiver under him.

When he kissed down your neck, it wasn’t possessive. It was worship.

He pulled the sheets back and slid down your body.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured.

You flushed at the compliment, heart thudding. He parted your thighs slowly, placing one soft kiss on the inside of each, then looked up at you with awe in his eyes.

“Tell me if anything hurts,” he said.

You nodded, breath catching when his fingers pushed their way inside you.

“Still so sensitive,” he whispered. “So perfect.”

His touch was featherlight as he stroked you, taking his time,circling your clit, dipping inside you just enough to make you whimper.

You reached down and gripped his wrist. “Spence… I want you.”

He blinked. “Now?”

“Now.”

He kissed his way back up your body, slotting himself between your legs, brushing his cock softly against your entrance without pushing in.

“You’re sure?”

You looped your arms around his neck. “Please.”

He exhaled shakily and pushed into you slowly, a stretch, yes, but easier than last night. This time, your body welcomed him like it missed him already.

Spencer dropped his head into the crook of your neck, letting out the softest moan.

“God, you feel so good,” he breathed. “Like you were made for me.”

You held him close, your chest to his, heartbeat syncing with every slow roll of his hips.

It was slow. Gentle. He kissed you through every thrust and whispered your name like it was fragile and holy.

“You’re perfect,” he murmured. “So good for me.”

Your hands gripped his back as he moved deeper, slower, grinding just enough to make your toes curl.

“I love you,” he whispered again. “Love you so much I don’t know what to do with it.”

You gasped as your body trembled under him, the pressure building slow and tight. “Spence…”

“I’ve got you,” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Let go for me.”

You came with a soft cry, your whole body shaking around him, clinging to him like you never wanted him to leave.

Spencer followed with a quiet groan, hips stuttering, burying himself inside you as he came deep inside you, his lips pressed to your temple, hands holding you like you might slip away. He stayed there for a long moment, unmoving, wrapped around you like safety and sunlight.

You traced lazy circles on his back, letting your breathing settle.

“Spence?”

“Mmhmm.”

“If you kiss me like that every morning, I’ll never let you leave.”

He chuckled softly. “Deal.”

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next chapter: U is for Unraveled

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Hate to Love, Bucky Barnes

wordcount: 4.5k; pairings: b.b x avenger!reader; ‘ko-fi’ special;

summary: You and Bucky have always hated each other, but when a mission forces you to rely on him, tensions start turning into something else.

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You are already in a bad mood when you walk into the conference room, coffee in hand, hoping for a quick briefing so you could move on with your day. but the moment you saw Bucky Barnes leaning against the table with his arms crossed, looking just as irritated as you felt, you knew the universe had other plans.

Great. Just great.

You took a seat as far from him as possible, ignoring the way his steel blue eyes flickered towards you before looking away just as quickly. The feeling was mutual. You weren't sure what started this war between the two of you, but it had only worsened over time, every mission together ended in shouting matches, every sparring session turned into a match, and every conversation ended with clenched fists and gritted teeth.

At this point everyone knew just to avoid pairing the two of you together.

"Alright, let's get started." Steve said as he stood at the front of the room, a file in hand. "We've got an intel retrieval mission, classified HYDRA data stolen by a group of ex HYDRA agents in Berlin. It's a two person job. Stealth and efficiency are key."

You nodded along until Steve flipped the file open and slid it across the table towards you. "You two are going in."

Your head snapped up so fast that you were surprised you didn't get whiplash. "What?"

Bucky scoffed, shaking his head. "No way."

Steve sighed, already anticipating the reaction. "Yes, way. You are the best infiltration duo we have."

Bucky laughed dryly. "Since when?"

"Since the rest of the team is either off world or on their own missions," Natasha chimed in, smirking like she was enjoying thus way too much. You narrowed your eyes at her, trying to tell her that she was dead. "Congrats lovebirds."

Your glare deepened. Oh, you were so going to kill her. "There has to be someone else, what about you, Nat?"

Steve crossed his arms. "No one's better suited for this and Natasha is going on another mission related to yours at the same time. You are both excellent at going unnoticed, you can handle yourselves in a fight and whether you like it or not, you work well together under pressure."

You snorted, "That's debatable."

Bucky leaned back in his chair, you not having realized that he had sat down next to you, as if trying to irritate you as much as he could and gave you a once over with an unimpressed expression. "Yeah, and some of us don't play well with the others."

Your grip tightened around your coffee cup. "Oh, I'd work just fine if my partner wasn't a brooding, stubborn, pain in the a-"

"Enough." Steve held up a hand, using his, Ooh I am so serious tone, before the argument between the two of you could escalate even more. "Like it or not, you leave in two hours. Get packed."

You exhaled sharply, jaw clenched as you stood up, snatching the file from the table. You refused to look at Bucky as you turned on your heels and stormed out, but you could feel his glare burning into back of your head. 

This was going to be a disaster.

You stormed down the hallway, flipping through the mission file with more aggression than necessary, the pages crinkling under your fingers. Two days in Berlin, minimum. Shared safe house. Surveillance. Stealth. No backup unless absolutely necessary. It wasn't the mission details that made your stomach tighten, it was the him part. 

Bucky Barnes. The human embodiment of a headache. 

This wasn't just going to be a disaster. This was going to be torture. 

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