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mrsbuckybarnes1917 · 1 year

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Frozen Wastelands

This story is set after the last chapter of Finding You, you and Bucky are together and you want to join your new boyfriend, and your ex-boyfriend, Steve on a mission so you can keep an eye on them. Turns out, they need to take care of you.

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FINDING YOU MASTERLIST

Bucky hated the freezing temperatures and the way his nose turned rosy at the tip. One of the benefits of being a super soldier is that he didn't really fall ill, but for some reason it wasn't enough to stop that part of his affliction. Strangely enough, Steve seemed unperturbed by the cold weather, unlike his pre-serum self. Bucky had vivid memories of Steve's chattering teeth as they ran back home to his house and warmed themselves by the kitchen stove.

The frozen tundra where he was crouched with you and Steve reminded him too much of the Siberian HYDRA base where he had so often slept. The cold there had permeated his soul in a way that the cryogenics hadn't touched. He pushed away his memories of that time, not wanting them to take a hold of his mind.

It was your love that was slowly thawing his winter heart. Sometimes Bucky still found it hard to believe that you actually cared about him. Even though he had been grateful and would have settled for your friendship alone, he was still in a phase of disbelief. One wrong move and he would wake from this dream and lose you. And if it were all just a dream, he didn't think he would be able to cope.

Just as he was about to get lost in a blizzard of negativity, he felt a small nudge on his gloved hand. He looked down to see your equally padded mit trying to grab onto his. Bucky wrapped his fingers around your hand, giving you a sideways glance.

"You okay?" he muttered.

"That's what I was about to ask you," you whispered back.

"I'm fine."

"I can't wait to get out of here. It's too cold for me."

Steve shifted suddenly. He had been crouched on your other side. The three of you were sitting back to back watching for movement in the winter wonderland. The snow covered terrain was all but barren except for…

"There!" Bucky exclaimed quietly.

Both you and Steve turned your attention to the direction he was pointing. You had to scrunch up your eyes and focus really hard, and despite the snow goggles you were wearing, the cold wind was biting, making your contact covered eyeballs water and obscure your vision.

Bucky and Steve seemed to have no issue visualizing the HYDRA truck which was trundling along the uneven frozen ground. They had already started creeping out from the sheltered hiding spot to intercept the target. They didn't need you for this mission, you knew your presence wouldn't improve their success rate, but for some reason, you had not wanted to be away from Bucky. So you'd talked May into covering your classes and invited yourself along for support.

You'd regretted it as soon as you'd been handed a parachute but you sucked in a deep breath before jumping from the quinjet. You cursed the icy wind that slapped your face as gravity pulled you back down to the Earth's surface.

The aim was to take back a drive that HYDRA agents had stolen from a S.H.I.E.L.D. base, which contained highly sensitive information and intel. It was a simple operation; retrieve the information. The names and locations of safehouses, scientists who HYDRA wanted to use for their malicious purposes. They needed to be protected at all costs.

Bucky and Steve fought like they were one being, their synchronicity was beautiful. It was like they were one person, the same mind. The only time they had ever trained together was when Steve had convinced Bucky to teach him how to box immediately after Bucky had been drafted. But they had known each other for so long, they'd been connected so deeply that they were almost an extension of each other. Bucky deserved to have more people in his life who saw how incredible he was.

The HYDRA team didn’t stand a chance against the two super soldiers. The protective detail was small and poorly armed and Steve’s shield and Bucky’s arm were formidable weapons. They took out the agents with an unnerving ease, but not before they made a last ditch attempt to foil your attempts at recovering the intelligence. The last agent standing flung the drive as far as they could and it landed with a clatter on a large sheet of ice. The three of you launched yourselves forwards to the precious parcel, but you faltered as both Bucky and Steve came to a skidding halt several meters away from the device.

“What’s wrong?” you asked as you finally caught up to them.

“Thin ice,” Bucky pointed at the floor just in front of them.

Your eyes followed the direction of Bucky’s pointed finger. The ice had cracked under their combined weight and likely wouldn’t withstand any significant pressure applied to it.

"We can try going around."

"Wait!"

You stopped Steve from moving away. He looked back at you quizzically.

"You got a different idea?"

"No, I just think that I should do it."

"It's dangerous."

"And I'm lighter than you. And you," you turned to Bucky who had opened his mouth to object. "I think I can use my powers to distribute my weight and lessen the pressure on the ice."

"Can't you just use your powers to, you know, bring it over here?"

"It's already covered in snow. And I can't see it, I don't want to accidentally break the ice, we'll definitely lose it that way."

Bucky and Steve exchanged glances over your head, making you roll your eyes at their overprotectiveness. You edged around the waterfront, testing the ice with your feet and looking for a more stable place to put your weight. Using your abilities, you created a snow shoe around the sturdy boots which enveloped your feet so that the pressure you exerted was spread over a larger surface area. Step by agonizingly careful step you crept across the wafer thin ice to where you suspected the hard drive had landed. The two super soldiers remained at the edge of the body of water.

Shockingly, it didn’t take you too long to find the small object you were after. You crouched down and scooped it up, throwing your hands in the air to celebrate your success. As you tucked the drive into your jacket, your eyes caught sight of a projectile headed straight towards your super soldiers.

"Bucky!" You screeched, just in time for the two men to turn to the sound of the targeted missile.

It was heat seeking, so running wouldn't help. Steve whipped his shield up in a defensive position but you knew it wouldn't protect them. Instinctively, you threw out your hands and enveloped the two men in a protective barrier just in the nick of time. The explosion which ensued sent out a powerful shock wave which made you stumble backwards.

The look of triumph on your face from protecting Bucky and Steve faltered and crumbled in a matter of milliseconds as you felt the surface under your feet crack.

“Fu-”

The word didn’t have time to leave your mouth as the ice beneath you caved from the change in pressure. You gasped reflexively as your feet sank into the cold water, just in time as the rest of your body plunged under the surface. It felt like your body had gone into shock and time stood still as you opened your eyes underwater. It felt like you’d entered another world but you felt a sense of calm wash over you as your heart rate slowed and it was almost like there was a mental clarity you hadn’t felt in a long time. As you glanced around, you thought about how incredible it would be to explore the world under the surface of the ice, but you had a job that needed to be completed and you needed to make sure Bucky was safe.

You swam towards the surface, taking a shuddering breath of air as you emerged from the glacial water. You tried to pull yourself out of the water but the ice was too brittle to hold your weight and snapped with every attempt you made to grasp it. You suddenly became aware of someone calling your name. Looking up, you saw Bucky and Steve waving frantically, trying to step across to you.

You shook your head vehemently, before yelling towards them. “I’m going to swim under. Make a hole?”

“Ace, no!”

“We’ll come and get you.”

“No! Then we’ll all be wet. Trust me!”

Bucky scowled before dropping to his knees and punching his vibranium arm through the ice nearest him. He tried to make as big a hole as he possibly could so they wouldn’t have any trouble pulling you out. Steve beckoned you over urgently, looking over his shoulder to check for more hidden threats. You took a deep breath and dived back under the ice and started swimming in the direction you thought they were waiting for you. Everything under the surface of the water felt like another world, your movements felt sluggish as the water seemed to be pushing against your attempts to swim. You searched frantically for Bucky’s arm which he kept submerged so you would know which direction to go. Your eyes didn’t seem to be doing their job, even though you were wearing the most sophisticated contact lenses S.H.I.E.L.D. had produced.

Panic was starting to set in, as was your urge to take a breath. But that wouldn’t help you. You closed your eyes and used your powers to get a better sense of your surroundings in the eerie dark water world under the ice. The frantic feeling slowly subsided as you felt the hum of vibranium and you kicked hard towards it, grabbing his hand with yours. Bucky pulled you out of the water with one swift motion, holding you tightly to his chest as you coughed and spluttered in an attempt to oxygenate your lungs.

“You okay?” he asked.

His breath felt comfortingly hot in your ear but only alerted you to how cold you were feeling. You nodded but you weren’t sure if it was noticeable with how violently you had started shivering.

“We need to get out of here,” Steve urged.

Bucky and Steve looked around apprehensively before they each grabbed one of your arms and guided you in the direction of shelter. They located and led you into a cave where you sank to your knees with relief. It was a temporary feeling, as the discomfort from your soaked and freezing clothing permeated your skin. Bucky has his arms wrapped around your chilled frame in an attempt to keep you warm but it wasn’t doing anything to stop your shaking.

“Steve, we need to get her warmed up.” Bucky looked at his friend, his blue eyes filled with anxiety and fear. He had spent enough time in this abysmal climate to know what it could do to the human body.

“I’m going to try and contact Sam, to get him to send a quinjet."

"That will take too long," Bucky hissed at his best friend.

"What else is there, Buck? There is nothing here to make a fire, and we can't do that because the smoke will just attract attention. We need to get her home."

"Why're you boys fighting?" you slurred slightly through your chattering teeth. Your attempt to pout disappointment was not lost on them.

Bucky glared at Steve. "Give me your coat before you go."

As soon as Steve stepped out of the cave, Bucky turned you in his arms, pushing wet strands of hair out of your face. "Ace, we're going to take these wet clothes off. Is that okay?"

You whined pitifully. "I'm too cold, can't we do that later?"

"No, you'll just get colder. Here-" Bucky held up Steve's jacket to you. "You can put this on."

"Why can't I have yours?"

"I ripped my sleeve off to pull you out of the water. Now stop complaining and do what you're told."

You giggled, "why aren't you like this when we're in bed, huh Buck?"

Bucky was starting to panic a little at your complete disregard to the severity of the situation. Instead of arguing, he started unzipping your large winter jacket. A blast of cold air enveloped you as the thick layer came off, making you tremble uncontrollably. He didn't dare remove any more of your wet clothes, instead choosing to wrap you in Steve's jacket. Unfortunately it didn't seem to have any beneficial effects on your shivering.

"Bucky," you whimpered painfully.

"I'm here, Ace. I'm here."

He started wrapping his coat around your waist, covering your legs and zipping it up until you looked like you were cocooned in a snowy white sleeping bag. Bucky sat down and pulled you into his lap, holding you close to his chest.

"Hi," you whispered as he gazed down at your face.

Bucky didn't answer, choosing to pull your face into his neck, his cheek against yours as his breath tickled your ear. It was comforting,but still didn't quell the fear that had spread through your quivering body. You choked down a sob, not wanting to alarm Bucky, but you couldn't stop the tears from falling from your eyes. You were almost glad that he couldn't tell the difference between your shivering and crying. You’d never faced a moment like this before, the stillness of thought before facing an imminent death. You wanted to open your mouth to say something to the man you considered your soulmate, knowing that your demise would permeate the very fabric of Bucky’s existence, steeping him further into sadness for eternity.

If you hadn't been so dazed from exhaustion and lost in your anguish, you would have noticed that Bucky had buried his face in your hair to hide his own fears. Loving you had made him a better person, his soul less clouded by darkness. You had breathed life into his veins and the danger of losing you made him lose that breath.

Only a few moments had passed until Steve returned, but to Bucky it seemed like an eternity.

"Where are they?" Bucky demanded.

The growl in his chest made you stir and it was then that he had noticed that you had stopped shaking so much.

"On their way. They weren't pleased that we lost the hard drive and wanted to make that clear."

"Steve, I don't give a damn about the drive! I don't care about this stupid mission!"

Bucky's anger was upsetting to hear, but you could hardly muster the energy to comfort him. Steve however had noticed your watery eyes fixed on his scowling face.

"Hey Ace," he knelt down close to your face. "How're you doing?"

"Cold. Tired," you mumbled. "Don't be mad, Buck."

"At least you've stopped shaking," Bucky smiled, a small flame of hope flared in his chest that you might not be in so much danger anymore.

"That's not a good thing, Buck," Steve murmured in his friend's ear, before turning back to you. "Ace, open your eyes for me."

You complied, grumbling slightly, which made Steve smile. He still had some fond memories of trying to wake you on cold winter mornings when you'd been too warm and comfortable to get out of bed. "Talk to me. I need you to stay awake until May gets here in the quinjet."

"May?" You perked up at the sound of her name.

"Yeah, she isn't best pleased with you."

"When is May pleased with anything I do?"

"Well swimming in an icy lake isn't really an ideal activity," he joked.

"Yeah, cold."

"Still feeling cold?" Bucky asked.

You could only hum in affirmation, making Bucky tighten his grip on you. When you pressed your legs together to try and warm them a little, you were surprised at the pressure that surrounded them. Opening your eyes, you blinked away the film of tears that had collected over your contact lenses. You saw a blue eyed, blonde haired man with a small but dopey smile as he looked up at you, shyly. He reminded you so much of the man you'd met in the 1930s.

"Thanks, Daniel," you muttered absently, before closing your eyes and nuzzling into Bucky's chest.

Steve's eyes widened with surprise. "What did you just call me?"

“You can take the davenport.” Your voice seemed to be getting weaker and weaker.

Steve frowned as his mind searched his memories of the distant past. His heart pounded as he put the pieces together in his mind. "Dottie?"

Bucky looked down at you, waiting for you to answer Steve, to tell him the truth of your exploits into the past, but your eyes stayed closed and your mouth silent. "Ace? Ace, wake up! You have to tell him! Tell him about the time traveling hunters and the Wizard of Oz. You're Dottie. Steve, it was her. Tell him, Ace." He shook you gently, calling your name desperately. "Ace!"

"Don't yell. I hear ya," you grumbled, opening your eyes long enough to look up at your boyfriend. "You rem'ber."

Bucky's breath caught in his throat, heart pounding with fear and relief. "Of course I remember," he smiled down at you. "It was quite the story."

Steve sat watching the two of you, utterly dumbfounded by this revelation. Questions whirled around his mind, but this wasn't the time for him to ask them. Would he ever get the chance to ask you about it, he thought morbidly. Instead he gripped your legs more tightly, holding on to you for dear life. He wasn't going to let you down like he had Bucky all those years ago. They just had to keep you warm, to keep you alive until May arrived with a rescue.

“Hang in there, Ace,” Steve piped up when the silence went on for too long. “Cavalry is almost here.”

“Don’t call her that,” you grumbled.

“What?” Steve frowned in confusion.

When you didn’t answer, Bucky volunteered an answer. “May, don’t call her that to her face. She doesn’t like it.”

“Why?”

Bucky shrugged. “She never told me any specific details. Just that what happened was pretty traumatic, but May was treated like a hero for her actions, but she wasn’t happy about what actually happened.”

“Don’ fo’get driv’.” Your words were getting harder to understand.

“The drive? You don’t have to worry about that anymore.” Bucky tried to reassure you.

“M'jacket.”

“Your jacket is still wet, sweetheart. It’s not going to make you any warmer.”

“Drive,” you sighed in frustration.

Steve realized the meaning of your words before Bucky. He grabbed your half frozen jacket and started rummaging through the lining, eventually finding and pulling out the drive that you’d risked your life for. “Ace, you’re incredible. I got it. I can’t believe you managed to hang on to this.”

“Why does it even matter?” Bucky griped. The only thing of importance to him at that moment was you.

“Chill, Buck.” You didn't want him to be angry.

“You have enough of that for all of us,” Bucky snarked at you, making you titter. It was all you could manage. The fatigue you’d started feeling was starting to take over and there felt like there was a cloud fogging your thoughts. Sleep felt like the only appealing option, but it would be a permanent form of rest if you succumbed to the call.

“I love you, Bucky.”

“Ace, don’t. You’re going to be just fine.” Steve spoke for Bucky who had all but lost his tongue. Suddenly, his ears perked up and he tilted his head.

Bucky had heard it too. “Quinjet?” he asked with uncertainty, afraid to hope that help had arrived.

“I’ll go.” Steve shifted into a kneeling position. “Ace, you’d better be awake when I get back. Got that?”

“Love you too, buddy."

Steve glanced up at Bucky to gauge his reaction to your words, but his best friend seemed oblivious to your words, holding you as though his life depended on it. Maybe it did.

He left Bucky with his forehead pressed against yours.

Steve was back as quick as possible, having flagged down the quinjet piloted by Melinda May. He knew it would be faster if they carried you and dashed back to the cave. He skidded in only to come face to face with Bucky's firearm.

"It's me, Buck. Let's go."

Bucky didn't need any further prompting. He scooped you up and followed Steve to the waiting quinjet. Reluctantly, he handed your care over to the trained medic as he started hooking you up to monitoring devices and warming fluids.

You were unconscious for two days, even though the medical team had stabilized you relatively quickly. Bucky never left your side. He felt like he was going out of his mind waiting for you to recover from the ordeal.

Steve had disappeared from his side once the doctors had said you were stable and there were unlikely to be any long lasting problems. It made Bucky angry, he had thought Steve loved you. It had surprised him that he didn’t feel any envy about your previous relationship with Steve. He knew in a way, you still loved Steve, but that didn’t bother him much. He trusted you, just as he trusted Steve. All he wanted was for you to feel loved and protected and he would give his life for that to happen if it was required.

For now he would settle for staying by your side until you were ready to wake. May popped in often but had been bombarded with urgent messages and was working from the nurses station outside the room, not wanting to disrupt the quiet you needed. Bucky spent the next few hours talking to you as though you could hear him, reading to you from the ebook app you’d installed on his phone. Steve finally returned, having delivered the drive to the appropriate agents.

“How’s she doing?”

“Still asleep.”

Steve sighed heavily and sat down on the other side of your hospital bed. “I shouldn’t have agreed to her coming.”

“Steve, do you think we’d have survived without her?” Bucky asked, holding your limp hand to his face. “I think we have to respect her decisions, even if we don't like the consequences.”

The two men sat in silence for a while, before Steve worked up the courage to ask his question.

“You knew about Dottie?”

“Yeah,” Bucky grunted quietly, feeling apprehensive about where this conversation was going.

“But you said it wasn’t real.”

“I’m sorry, Steve. I didn’t know until recently.”

“I don’t understand why Ace didn’t tell me when we were-”

“She didn’t realize until you were telling us the story at that party. I don’t think she was comfortable talking about it then.”

“If I’d known-”

Bucky sighed, preferring not to think about a life where you didn’t love him back. He held onto your hand a little tighter, tugging his chair so he could sit a little closer.

“Sorry Buck, I know I don’t- I shouldn’t. I thought you were the only person who knew me before all of this. I never thought anyone else could ever care for him.”

“She’s different.”

“Yeah,” Steve whispered sadly in agreement. “I’m glad she has you, Buck.”

They settled into a comfortable silence. After eighteen hours of waiting for you, Bucky fell into a fitful sleep by your side. Peggy had taken Steve home for a short nap before he had returned to your room to find Bucky slumbering. He reclaimed the chair he had vacated earlier, he glanced over Bucky’s sleeping form, before he reached forwards to stroke your temple. His fingers had crept down to caress your cheek gently when you stirred.

“Buck,” you mumbled.

Steve smiled sadly, you were nothing if not loyal. “It’s me, Steve.”

You opened your eyes to look in his direction. “Hey. Where’s Bucky?”

“Over there,” Steve nodded in the direction of his best friend.

You turned your head to your other side with what felt like a lot of effort to look at your boyfriend. His presence, no matter how disheveled, brought a smile to your face.

“Hey Ace, do you think we can talk for a minute?” Steve asked. He bit his lower lip anxiously waiting for you to answer.

Unfortunately, you were too lost in gazing at Bucky for you to pay attention. You could see the lines of worry on Bucky’s face, despite his dozing state, his eyes moving rapidly from side to side visible despite his closed lids. Was he dreaming? You knew he would want you to wake him.

“Ace?” Steve spoke again.

“Hmm?” you turned your attention back to Steve fleetingly.

“I just wanted to talk to you about something.”

“Yeah, sure. I’m just going to wake Bucky first.”

“I think he needs sleep.”

“I think he’s having a nightmare.”

Before Steve could say anything more, you reached over to take Bucky’s hand. He woke with a start at your touch. His eyes took a moment to focus on you before he had jumped out of his chair and was perched on the side of your bed.

"You okay, Buck?" you whispered gently.

His heart clenched at how weak your voice sounded, hoarse from the hours you'd been asleep. Bucky's fingertips crept over your face, as though his touch might break the illusion of your presence. Maybe he was still asleep and dreaming of your recovery.

"Ace," he sighed.

"It's alright. Everything's going to be okay."

Even when you'd been so close to death, you were still taking care of him.

"Come here." You took his arms and pulled him to your chest. Bucky wrapped himself around you tightly, his face buried in your chest. You felt him take a few shuddering breaths before relaxing into you. The pressure of his body made you feel warm, safe and loved and you couldn't help but wrap your arms across his broad shoulders. One hand caressed the nape of his neck while the other slipped between his tousled brunette locks. Bucky’s breathing and thumping heart rate slowed as you held him closely. And soon he was snoring gently in your embrace.

A small scraping sound of a moving chair drew your attention back to the other man in the room.

"Hey Steve, I know you wanted to talk. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, fine, Ace. I-"

"Would it be okay if we talk later? I'm still pretty tired."

"Of course." Steve stood from his chair and bent over you, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead. "Sleep well."

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a-d-nox · 11 months

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web of wyrd observation: why barbie's wyrd web just makes sense

after going to see Barbie in theaters, i came home and was wondering what makes barbie - barbie? so i looked up the day she greeted the public. and i was super intrigued by her wyrd web.

9-9-18 REPEATING

9 is representative of the hermit - the hermit is someone who can be alone comfortably, which is exactly the point of a doll. you can give barbie to a child/person and they can entertain themselves. 9-9 - one hermit is the doll and the other is the person playing with the doll! the hermit is meant to be a reflective card that asks you to do some soul searching as to what you want and need - playing with barbie is meant to showcase that you too can be whatever you want to be just like barbie. add in 18 - the moon, which is about "self-deception," or make-believe as we called when we were children. the moon is also meant to help you see the hidden aspects of yourself and what you want most. which again... is the point of barbie.

3 AS THE CROWN NUMBER

the truest barbie girl of the major arcana - the empress. barbie's highest self being the essence of "divine femininity" just makes so much sense to me. let's not forget barbie was designed for creativity inspiration while also showing the power of feminine energy. and she did that, just like the empress.

6 AS THE FLOW NUMBER

the Barbie movie definitely illustrated for me that the balance of femininity and masculinity is necessary for the success of barbie. if one entity has too much of the power (the whole board room being male, barbieworld never having a ken on council, etc.) then there will be issues in the "business realm" (which is the message of the lovers). in terms of love, while barbie doesn't need ken, it is important that they still respected each other and communicated in a healthy manner (which is definitely depicted in the movie). same can be said on the business end of things - barbie has "skinny, blonde bimbo" energy, so the company has to keep their products inclusive (keep evolving) or risk being cancelled.

21 AS THE MONETARY NUMBER

the Barbie movie is a perfect reminder of the world card that is represented in her matrix - recognition for success, cyclic change, new chapters, etc. if barbie hadn't been a success, we would have never had one barbie movie let alone many (i could never forget the animation versions lol)! nor would we have collectable barbies! the collectable barbie is the energy found in this number - the world is literally a woman surrounded by a laurel (it looks a bit like barbie in her box, if you ask me)!

15 AS THE PARTNERSHIP NUMBER

i think it is a little funny that the partnership number is 15 - the devil. barbie is supposed to be a feminine icon - she doesn't need a man to make her dreams come true (which is showcased in the movie). BUT YET WE HAVE KEN. ken is a destructive concept when thinking of barbie as strong and independent - it's contradictory to have barbie be an independent woman who doesn't need any one, but then make ken - her boyfriend ("patriarchy" lol - cause a woman needs a man to be accomplished in life *clown emoji*). it's the toxic contradictory energy of having a ken for a barbie that makes the devil an un-ironically perfect number for this doll.

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whentheworldfroze · 6 months

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Hawks x Villain!reader ------------------------------------------------

"It was never meant to go this far."

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Contains spoilers for season six! Also my first time writing fanfiction so please give tips!! Requests are open ^^

700 words! so super short drabble

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Hawks knew that this job would take a heavy toll on him, and he knew that his most recent mission would be one of the hardest jobs he would take on during his career. And yet here he was, sitting in the middle of an elegantly decorated room, laughing with you and the other members of the league. But something was different about you, when you spoke his voice quietened, attention fully on you and what you were about to say. When Hawks looked at the other villains he saw a cold-blooded killer, a person who would gladly harm another innocent human being for their own selfish gain, but looking at you was a different story. Sure, you had done all those things before, but he couldn’t help but look at you differently, and he didn’t know why. ‘Why were they so different?’ He would think as he looked over at you, smiling and joking around with Bubaigawara. His own feelings were getting in the way of the mission, and he hated himself for it. He knew what was coming, he knew what all of this was for, but how could he stop himself from being near you when you were so perfect? On some nights Hawks would patrol around the villa, hoping to spot you. On some nights he was successful, and you and him would take long walks together. Nothing would happen, of course, but just talking to you made his night a more peaceful one. Behind his mask of a permanent lazed smile was a schoolboy who would carefully think about every little thing you said to him. Hawks tried his best to supress his feelings for you, his wishful thinking that one day you could be redeemed, but it was so hard to do that when you sat with him one night and told him about your past. It wasn’t new to him, most villains did have bad upbringings, but his own home life was no better than theirs, and Hawks was indeed no villain. Yet he still used your background to justify ‘redeeming’ you. He knew it had gone too far when you laid in his arms, your own wrapped around his waist and drifted off to sleep. For a few moments it was peaceful bliss to Kiego, but he knew it couldn’t last. He sat with you for hours, cradling you as if you were a small babe in his arms as the sun rose. Today was the day, the day the heroes would storm the villa and attempt to finally rid the world of the Paranormal liberation front. His eyes glanced at his watch, it now showing the time ‘6:47’ in bright red. Hawks knew that if he wasn’t going to do what he had to do then he wouldn’t do it at all. For one last time he looked down at your sleeping figure nestled closely to his now trembling body as he swiftly plucked one of his feathers, it had sharpened into a sword-like weapon. Your quirk, much like Bubaigawara’s, would be far too much of hassle for the heroes to deal with. It would be better for him to do this, he thought as his grip tightened. His eyes grazed over you one last time before dragging the sharp feather across your throat. ‘It was never meant to go this far.’ Hawks didn’t know how long he had been holding your cold body, but it was long enough for his clothes to be drenched in your blood. His eyes only left your figure when he heard the door violently slam open, Bubaigawara running into the room with a panicked expression. Hawks could see the turmoil Twice was going through as he saw the scene before him, one of his dearest friends now dead and being cradled in their murderers’ arms. Twice’s mask began to stain with tears as he yelled at the man who had betrayed his trust, hurling cruel words and insults at hawks. Hawks gently placed your body on the ground before standing up, his sharpened feather still being clutched in his shaking hand. He glared coldly at Twice, remembering what he was there for. “It was never meant to go this far”

#kiegotakami #mha hawks #bnha spoilers #bnha #hawks x reader #light angst #fanfic #boku no hero academia #mha #twice bnha #league of villains #bnha x reader #kiegotakamixreader

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cha eunwoo. he/him. cis man. ›spotted at the met steps , arlo nam , most likely listening to feather by sabrina carpenter with their airpods pro . the twenty-eight gained quite a reputation , known to be reckless yet funny to anyone who knows them . you'll easily spot them when you hear about glow of a computer screen in a dark room, the sound of someone feverishly typing on a keyboard, and screams of delight followed by hours old monster energy and axe body spray . latest nepoupdates article talks about him stealing content from smaller creators without giving credit ( false ) , but i guess any reputation is good reputation .

━━━━━━━━━ 👾 B A S I C S :

full name: arlo haneul nam

nickname(s): hannie ( by his mother ) , lolo, lo

age: twenty - eight .

ethnicity: korean american .

gender: cis man .

pronouns: he / him .

orientation: heteroromantic / heterosexual .

occupation: youtube gamer / streamer .

language(s) spoken: english , spanish , learning korean .

career claims: lazerbeam fortnite content, markipliers fnaf content, and quinbobins youtube channel .

━━━━━━━━━ 👾 P E R S O N A I L I T Y :

absolutely unhinged . speaks without thinking . impulsive . he’s comfortable in his skin, career, and outlook on life which makes him confident beyond belief. easily gets hyper fixated on his interests and will talk about them nonstop. he’s not exactly dumb, but the knowledge he does have is all very irrelevant and useless on the grand scheme of things like he couldn’t tell you the right way to use a comma but if you have a few hours for to go over five nights at freddy’s lore he’s excited to share . very kind . always has a joke on his tongue that it’s okay not to laugh at because he’ll laugh enough for everyone .

━━━━━━━━━ 👾 B A C K G R O U N D :

arlo grew up in a extremely loving family . as the only child with a stay at home mother he was constantly showered him with affection . he wasn’t necessarily spoiled, there were a lot of guidelines he was expected to follow and his mouth often got him in trouble in school, but his parents were always very gentle with him .

his love of video games came from his parents. as a way to get him to settle down and focus on something, and also spend time as a family, they would go out and purchase a variety of consoles and games to have family game nights. what started as a weekend thing quickly turned into a nearly every night of the week thing and something he looked forward to the most.

as he got older his parents interest in the games dwindled but they had already created a monster. he tried to connect with his classmates, joined gaming clubs, and online spaces available, but the thing is he’s not very good??? at playing games??? easily confused, has a hard time figuring out controls, and panics at any sudden music change which makes him forgot how to play the game completely because he thinks he’s about to die anyway. his game play style didn’t really mesh well with the people who are very good at games and they figured why let him play if he was only going to die or bring his team down.

like all us lonely, ostracized folks who wanna share a space with people who share like interests, he turned to the internet ! at first, he started uploading on youtube and streaming to get better. he was looking for tips, and hoping others would reach out to help him out but what he found was actual a community of people who liked that he just enjoyed the game for what it was without worrying about being the best. he had created a space for players of any level to just have fun and not have to worry about the pretentious ridicule from others in the community.

after having that realization he completely embraced the brand he unintentionally created and the upward success. his parents are super proud of him and brag about his career all the time. of course, he’s insanely active on social media always posting but he’s especially active in his discord servers and in the comments of his posts because he really does love engaging with his community. he loves collaborating with smaller creators and pushing the notion that gaming should be fun and relaxing. and never cruel.

━━━━━━━━━ 👾 H E A D C A N O N S :

he absolutely ADORES music. could be the adhd but he often has to have it on in the background when he’s playing games no matter what. during his streams he’ll have a 15 minute dance party with viewers to hype himself up before playing. also enjoys learning gg dances and tiktok dances on stream.

sza’s number one fan. if he could uproot his life to become her groupie he’d do it without hesitation.

the gaming chair he has is really just for show, because he stands almost immediately whenever he’s playing games bc he panics. spends a lot of time walking in laps around his room whenever he does something more stupid than usual in game.

he doesn’t really have “gaming rage” he finds it more funny if anything. that doesn’t mean there’s no shouting, there’s a lot of shouting, it’s just not angry and vile.

absolutely hates horror games, he has a gentle heart, so he’s pretty disappointed that his fnaf videos are what propelled his career so fast. but he’s very grateful so he still plays them for his audience.

does not pull at ALL. he simply does not know how, and does not know when anyone is interested in him so he really is just out here spinning like a ballerina with his steam deck in one hand and his switch in the other.

dani described him as more crack than man and i think that’s the most accurate description to ever be given to him, yeah <3

━━━━━━━━━ 👾 connections coming at some point .

#nepofm.intro #dropping this here and then running away to write charlies !

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Non despair au

The warriors of hope start their first day of hopes peak academy (the high school devision) and Junko and Yasuke are dropping them off.

Yasuke sees how Nagisa and Monica act around eachother and has a brief flashback.

He then takes Nagisa by the shoulders, looks him dead in the eyes, points at Monica and says: "do not fuck your emotionally manipulative best friend ". Nagisa nods in embarrassment.

A few years later Yasuke receives a message from Nagisa saying: "I have failed you".

P.S Junko has been giving Monica tips on the perfect way to seduce Nagisa for years.

Disclaimer: Below is content that's more on the racy side! If not for you, you probably shouldn't read!

It was like looking in a goddamned mirror back then. From how Nagisa went from his usual serious and mature self....to slowly caving as Monaca playfully lead him on or flirted with him. It heavily reminded him of the stress inducing path he took back when he attended. Thus, he tried to warn him. Tried to make him take heed. For as attractive as one might think their best friend would be - "Nothing is worth the fucking headache, got it?" Yasuke said curtly, watching as the blue haired teenager sighed and gave a nod back before joining his other companions. Nagisa has a good head on his shoulders. That's what he thought. There was no way he would ignore his adv-

Aaaaand as soon as Yasuke got their wedding invite and apology note, did he look exasperated to Hell and back. With both Junko and Yasuke meeting the couple at their house to catch up on old times, Yasuke used the girls making their way outside to finally ask: "What the Hell happened!?"

The intellectual man across from him blushed and rubbed the back of his neck. "I'm....I'm sorry. She was just...so...so...earnest and persistent with her affection."

A palm met Yasuke's face. Yeah....he figured as much. "Aaaand this was after she showed you just how much of a damn crazy she was, right?"

"...Unfortunately..." Nagisa hung his head in a degree of shame, whilst Yasuke patted him on the back.

Welcome to the Crazy Girl Lover's Club! Population: 2 guys with lack of self-preservation or care for sanity.

Outside of Monaca's home, both Junko and Monaca were chatting happily about the success of Monaca bagging Nagisa as a hubby!~

'It's all thanks to you, Big Sis!~ Your ways of seduction really paid off!~" complimented Monaca, to which Junko smiled proudly.

"As if I could let one of my dear, sweet, 'little sister' go about life without the tools for bagging a man!~ You really took those lessons to heart!~"

If Monaca was a threat to someone just by herself, then Junko backing her up might as well have been a done deal. The girl had taken after her role model pretty heavily in both demeanor, intelligence and, well, flirtation techniques.

From slow subtle moves like shortening her skirt to increase the chance of the wind blowing it up while she walked in front of him, to happily snuggling the scholarly man, with her cleavage exposed from her dress shirt ever so openly.

That isn't even getting into when she was trying to be forward. From whispering sweet, dirty, talk in his ear one day to asking if he'd like to give Monaca some good ol' punishment for being so 'naughty'. All of this culminating on a Valentine's Day when the sight of his lover in green lingerie in his bedroom finally broke him down and eagerly embraced her!~

"Puhuhuhuhu!~" "Hehehehee!~"

They played a nice game...but against two super geniuses, there could only be room for one true victor in the game of love!~

#DRenoshima-R18 #DRmatsuda-R18 #DRagedwarrior-R18 #smutcommintary asks

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themomsandthecity · 7 months

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Hear Me Out: Potty Training Actually Brought My Family Closer Together

Long before I ever had a kid, and even before I seriously considered going on this parenthood journey, the idea of potty training loomed in my mind like a messy, stinky bridge that I never wanted to cross. Poop contained in a diaper? Sure, I could handle it. A little rogue pee on the pants? Fine. But a free-for-all of bathroom activities all over the house? Nope, not for me. The thing is, after two-and-a-half years (and change) of wrestling my wild crocodile child onto a changing pad, I knew it was time to ditch the diapers. And yet, removing all excrement-catching barriers on a toddler who's favorite word was "NO!" seemed like a bad idea. Worst case scenario? It was going to be a literal sh*t show. But like many things in life, sometimes you just have to rip off the bandaid (or in this case the diapers). Spoiler alert: It was messy, there was crying (mostly from me), but it was also, dare I say, fun? Preparing for Life After Diapers After watching an entire potty-training video course and reading a 274-page book dedicated to this topic alone, I'll be honest, I still felt unprepared. As a person with anxiety, the messaging around potty training can be a lot. It can feel like, if you don't follow certain steps to the letter, your kid will wear diapers for eternity. (I can confidently say now that's not true!) All of it is hard and amazing and the best thing ever, but it's still, well, hard. After doing my research, the next step was enlisting my husband in this operation. Up until this point, we'd managed to get through some dark stuff - becoming parents in a global pandemic, a year of no sleep, nannies quitting on a dime, picky eating, epic tantrums, and a whole lot of figuring out how to interact with each other in this new chaos of family life. All of it is hard and amazing and the best thing ever, but it's still, well, hard. And like so many parents, my husband and I have a tendency to slip into the habits of exhausted people. We'll stare at our phones instead of talking, or take turns entertaining our kid to give the other person a break, or zone out in front of the TV during the precious few hours of adult time we have at night. But potty training was going to require us to work together and be super present and engaged for hours (and days) at a time. Related: 7 Tips and Tricks For Potty Training Success Here's why: most modern day potty-training advice will tell you to set aside a three-day weekend for the process. As you go through the phases of naked, commando, and short outings with your kiddo, experts will tell you that you need to be laser-focused on every wiggle, toot, or potential pee-pee dance that could indicate your kid is about to unleash everywhere. Practically, that means you can't be scrolling TikTok and watching your kid. Read: no phones, no TV, no distractions to get through the hell that is Day 1 of potty training. So, with that in mind, we set a weekend. Embracing the Mess I'll admit, I'm a bit of a catastrophizer. I imagine the worst, but still secretly hope for the best. Needless to say, I had a pretty robust idea of what the worst case scenario looked like as we woke up for our first day of no diapers. Unfortunately, the first few hours of Day 1 were exactly as hard as I imagined. Without going into too much detail, I was ready to throw in the towel by lunch. But, by the afternoon we'd made a crucial decision - take this show outside. We set up the training potty in a shady spot, brought out some toys and lounge chairs, and let the party unfold. Turns out, that was exactly what we all needed. It took the pressure off and allowed us to relax, which is when the potty learning really began. As soon as I stepped out to run an errand, my husband texted me: Pee in the potty success! From that moment, I knew we could do this. We didn't have to have it perfect in one day, or even three. There was progress, and that's all that mattered. By Day 2 we… https://www.popsugar.com/family/potty-training-family-bonding-49289401?utm_source=dlvr.it&utm_medium=tumblr

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bananawebhosting · 2 years

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Horror movie scripts pdf

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Halloween opens with a brutal murder, A Nightmare on Elm Street starts with Freddy Krueger sharpening his knife glove, and The Conjuring opens with the terrifying story of Annabelle, the possessed doll. Rather than going straight to character set up, use a scary set piece to suck in the audience.

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An American Werewolf in London is a great example of a film with likable characters that audiences care about, which makes the movie an emotional journey as well as a great scarefest. Take the time to tell us about your characters give us reasons to care about them. There’s nothing worse than watching a movie with one-dimensional characters that get picked off one by one and we don’t care because they exist purely for the purpose of being killed. The best horror movies have characters we root for and care about. If you write a horror movie about a billionaire or a supermodel, it may be difficult for audiences to relate to and sympathize with the characters’ experiences. Making your characters relatable means there will be a wide audience for your story. Hollywood loves stories about characters with whom the audience can relate most haunted house movies are about families trying to protect each other from evil forces (think Insidious, The Conjuring and The Amityville Horror) and slasher films often show teenagers who are just trying to have a good time ( Halloween, for example, and the upcoming Hell Fest). An internet search will give you a list of preexisting intellectual property you can use (just don’t forget the advice about subverting old tropes, as these stories have usually been used countless times before). Lovecraft’s stories are in the public domain, as are stories by Edgar Allan Poe. There are plenty of well-known characters and stories in the horror universe that are public domain. Use well-established tropes, but give audiences something they’ve never seen before. Warm Bodies subverted the zombie mythology by making it a romantic comedy. For example, The Lost Boys was a new spin on vampire mythology, with vampires who were super cool like rock stars. It’s okay to use these tropes, but think about new ways you can tell the story. Horror is a genre with tropes we see again and again: The band of survivors who come together after the apocalypse, the creepy kid who may or may not be possessed or demonic, the toy that comes to life and devastates the family. If your film requires say, a monster to destroy an entire city like in Godzilla, it may be difficult to get a producer interested. Keep your script low-budget by thinking about ways to cut costs as you write it. For Get Out, the budget was $4.5 million and at the box office, it earned $250 million. The film went on to gross over $100 million in the United States alone. Paranormal Activity, for example, was made on a budget of $15,000. Producers and studios love horror movies because you can make them for little money - many low-budget horror movies have gone on to make millions at the box office. Is it a monster movie like A Quiet Place? A slasher film like Friday the 13th? A supernatural thriller like Mama? A horror-comedy like Shaun of the Dead? Here’s a handy list to help you decide on the subgenre that fits your story best.

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Success

With great aplomb Bertha won the Tuesday Night Training Trophy up against 7 other dogs. She did everything well, the water test being similar to that of the Flower Show, but the other two were new to her. The next night we had a Norfolk Club training night in sugar beet - 12 dogs, rotating in a line along field trial rules and again she was super though I sense she might overboil soon as so keen so I am doing some training now to just dampen her down a little. More having to look for things unseen rather than bang and a dummy being thrown out giving her a long run for a retrieve which seems to get her adrenaline roaring!

Lack of rain continues. The benefit of last Sundays nice drizzle was gone within 12 hours as Monday and Tuesday were both hot again with strong warm winds. It is now a question of prioritising who gets watered aside from the vegetables and how long will it be before we get a hosepipe ban here in the East. We are fortunate enough to be on a borehole but one is still very sparing. We are now filling flagons from the bath water so we can use every last drop on the garden and all washing up bowls of water get tipped on to somebody!

The birds are clearly suffering and I suspect many mammals too. I watched a robin and a pigeon getting water from around the running hose as I was soaking my Viburnum plicatum Mariesii for the third time this summer. They were loving the pool of water collecting the base. Equally when the sprinkler was on the raised veg beds a sparrow was loving being in the chard getting a shower!

Mr Horta is incredibly busy with the bees - there is yet more honey to take and he is now preparing to close them down for winter! Comes early in a bee life cycle and they need to have the treatment for varroa mite. Wasps are everywhere and hornets too, it has been a good year for them. We had to do over one wasps nest in the roof as the number coming into the kitchen became intolerable. I found some old inedible crabapple jelly this morning when blitzing some shelves to make space for yesterdays Spiced Plum chutney production, so I have put that out for them to help keep them away from us!

The meadow strips are cut and raked up and the area outside the house has been done as well so next year they should both be better for having been cut with a blade and less mashed grass going back into the soil. Mind you with the grass so dry I am not sure it will be that nutritious!

The garden looks sad really and so many things have just shut up shop. We cannot cut hedges yet as until we have a good rain it would be cruel to ask them to sprout new growth when they are struggling just to stay alive. If necessary it will have to wait until October. I have however cut the bay bushes on the back of the house - hedgecutter needs sharpening so must get that in.

More training tonight and again Tuesday evening and Thursday morning, so really pushing on now while we can. All to soon it will be late autumn and the opportunities will be gone in favour of the real thing, when of course bad habits creep in quickly.

Winter Density lettuce sown and through, Landcress sown and more beetroot but not visible yet. Radicchio and another lettuce also but again no sign yet. Keeping them on the shady side of the greenhouse so they are cool. Cucumbers huge success and the spaghetti squashes are enormous so plenty to sustain us in the winter!

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I was curious what advice would you give to someone new to writing fics? I've been wanting to get back into it but haven't seriously written something since high school. I hope this isn't an annoying question or anything!

Not an annoying question at all! I'm just a little worried that I won't have terribly good or useful advice. To be honest, I also sort of stopped writing in earnest right as I finished high school, and didn't pick it back up until my late 20s. It's certainly an adjustment! But I think the few things that really helped me get back into writing fic as a hobby and something I spend quite a bit of time on would be:

Write for yourself first, then find your other motivations. My original inspiration in getting back into fic writing was that there just were not that many fics I liked for my favorite pairing, and I wanted more of them, and I especially wanted more with the tropes and characterizations I wanted to see. I think at the very core of anything you need that internal spark that drives you. At the same time, for me at least, if I just relied on my own drive, I would not get much done; I need some external guardrails. So having people send prompts, or writing for particular events, or writing stuff for friends really helps me to get my ass in gear and finish stuff. That may not be the perfect motivator for you, and that's fine! You just gotta figure out what is.

Be open to inspiration. Anything and everything can be spun out into a story with the right tweaking. Obviously stuff like music is a classic inspiration source, but I've also pulled ideas from poetry, from memes, from Reddit threads, from YouTube videos, from rambling conversations on Discord and from real life to make fics out of. So many times, someone will post a silly Twitter screencap, and I'll think, There's a fic in this. And a lot of the time, there is! Research is a wonderful thing, but so is serendipity. If you're out there actively looking for ideas, eventually one that you like will stumble past you.

Find your community. I can genuinely say I never would have finished more than one fic if I didn't have fandom friends to talk to about even stupid headcanons, to bounce ideas off of, and to encourage me (and to encourage them in turn!). Discord has been a godsend, and some of my closest online friends are people I met in the GaaLee discord server. As I've gotten more comfortable as a writer, I've also joined general writing servers and Reddit communities and have found them immensely helpful on both a motivational level (bingos, sprints, owe-me challenges) and on a craft level (plot workshopping and writing ethics and live grammar help). It's a lot easier to think about fic ideas and hash through problem moments when I have a constant stream of fandom-related chatter coming from the little people who live in my phone! Ao3 is an amazing website, and it's great as, well, an archive, but it isn't social media by design. If you want conversation and human connection and cheerleading, you've gotta forge out and find it.

Make it a habit ... If you want to produce anything longer than a couple hundred words, you really have to set aside time for it. And writing is just like knitting or dirt biking or painting little model figurines: the more you do it, the more easily it comes. When I was first getting back into the proper swing of things, I committed myself to 30 minutes of writing per week. Just 30 minutes. I didn't even hit that goal every week, but there were tons of weeks I got on a roll and went over that amount, and by the end of the year I'd written over 200,000 words. I used to spend an hour laboriously tip-tapping out 200 words, but now I can easily blow through 1k in a 50 minute sprint. It's all about training that muscle.

... But don't make it a chore. With fanfic, you aren't doing this as a job, and you aren't ultimately doing it for anyone other than you. That means you can take breaks when you need them, you can set deadlines and then fail to meet them, you can write stuff and then decide to never post it. When you start getting burnt out, when the practice loses the joy and energy, stop. There's no 'hustle' here. In our capitalist society we're so trained to push past our limits and keep going even when it hurts us, but the hobby you do for connection and relaxation and whatever else shouldn't be like that.

Ignore metrics. Sometimes stuff isn't gonna get hits, or kudos, or comments. There are some basic 'rules' as to the stuff that does and doesn't get traction, but every time you post something it's a roll of the dice. If you're focused on watching that kudos counter tick up, you will get bummed out fast. And any writer will tell you that the stuff you think is your best work will never be the stuff that gets the most accolades. So you have to find something else to give you a sense of success. For me, it's watching my wordcount go up in my stats and those occasional comments where someone has a lot to say and that one person who always leaves me a <3 emoji (and, shout out to @egregiousderp, having someone to have long one-on-one conversations with about the stuff that never made it to page).

Don't strive for perfection. It's really easy to want your first ever fic to be a complete showstopper, the best fic fandom has ever seen, hitting all the tropes and the ideas and the characterization that you just know fandom is missing and would be everyone's top favorite if only it was written. This is a trap. No one fic can be all things. Most people who want to write an epic as their very first venture will not see the end of that epic, because they haven't put in the practice hours to make something on that scale work. That's not to say you can't start out with a big, sprawling multichap, just don't expect it to be the greatest thing since sliced bread if you're just starting out, and be okay with abandoning it for greener pastures if you get to that point. Think of the first time someone makes a vase out of clay or bakes a loaf of bread. That's never their best vase or their best bread. If they keep up with it, they'll make more and better vases and loaves. Likewise, your first fic is probably not gonna be your best fic. See it for what it is: your launchpad.

You can't edit an empty page, but you can over-edit a full one. This kind of spins off of #7, but if the words aren't there, you can't fix them. Daydreams and headcanons are fantastic (and god, how many times have I wished for a speech-to-text engine that projected my falling asleep thoughts onto a Google doc for later perusal), but they aren't fic. If you want to write fic, you've gotta get comfortable with the idea of sloppy outlines and rough first drafts. You can't build a house without a frame and you can't build a man without a skeleton (I mean, you can, I guess, but he'd be one floppy man). The nice thing about fic is that it doesn't matter if that frame is structurally unsound or the skeleton has 18 too many bones, you can clean that up in the editing process. But you can't start hanging curtains and arranging furniture in something that doesn't even have walls. That's the process. But! Also know when to set down the editor's pen and say, "Okay, this is good enough for government work", and call it done. ("Done" doesn't have to mean "posted", but it does mean, "I'm done picking at this for now, and I'm gonna go write some more stuff".) Over-editing can make stuff seem laborious and forced, and it prevents you from actually improving. To continue belaboring the house metaphor, you can spend your whole life rearranging furniture in just one room, but the end result of that is a pretty narrow existence and a room with a lot of footprints and tracks in the carpet.

Write shit down. When you have ideas, jot them down--in a notebook, in a Google Doc, in the Notes app of your phone, in pen on the back of your hand. You think you will remember that brilliant line of dialogue or sparkling snippet of narration or genius plot that came to you in a dream, but you Will Not. Write it down. Write it down. Write it down! There have been so many times when a fic was completely saved by past!me having written down my shower thoughts about what happens next in the fic, that present!me had completely forgotten about and was floundering over.

Have fun with it! Try different stuff. Try stupid stuff. Try experimental stuff. Do stuff you've never done before that you aren't sure will work. It's important to get comfortable with your niche (for example, I know I'm never going to be the sort of person who writes intricate plots of intrigue or super long 100k epics or detailed battles), but you can't find that niche unless you explore lots of different niches! Figure out what you love and what you absolutely hate, and then keep doing the stuff you love.

Okay, so that was actually TEN things, but ... I hope you still found this helpful. Feel free to send another ask if any of this was confusing or unclear. Good luck with your fic writing and, if you want, send me a link to what you've written once you've written it! I'd love to read it.

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wheresmybuckyhoes · 3 years

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Bad hair day

(Are you done part 2)

-> Read part 1

Summary: The pollen begins to affect you, but Bucky is immune. What will he do?

Pairing: Reader x Bucky Barnes

Warnings: Swearing, sex pollen, smut (18+), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), nudity, angst

I hope this does the first part justice, I did my best. I personally really like this one, so let me know if you liked it x

‘Think i misheard you, what pollen?’ you asked, Bucky throwing himself at the door causing you to flinch. Not even a small dent. ‘Sex. Pollen’ he replied between breaths as he walked towards you. ‘I’m so sorry, doll, I don’t think I can get you out of here before you inhale it’ Bucky spoke to you apologetically, topped of with the nickname he only used for you when you had done something very right, or he had done something very wrong. But it’s not his fault he can’t get us out, you thought to yourself as you noticed his desperation and sadness as he tried to jump up and claw at the vent to no success.

As the foggy substance crept towards you at an alarming rate, you backed up into the wall once more, desperately trying to escape it. ‘What’s it gonna to do to us, Buck?’ your voice cracking from sheer terror as you looked between the gas taunting you and the concerned super soldier whom the gas had already reached. ‘It won’t affect me, only you. Super soldier serum stops that from working. They would use an enhanced version on us in Hydra as a means of...’ he trailed off, ‘But this isn’t the enhanced version. but I don’t...’ he repeated, his voice wavering at the end as he made eye contact with you and felt his heart break when he saw how terrified you were. Truth was, he had no idea how this was going to affect you, but he wasn’t planning on telling you that. Lie to her, he thought to himself as he felt the urge to do anything to make you feel better. ‘I don’t know exactly what this one will do, but it won’t hurt you, I promise’ a small rise in his tone told you he was lying, but you couldn’t question him as it was too late.

His last words were shortly followed by your vision turning cloudy as the gas encircled you, the oddly sweet substance seeping into your every pore as you inhaled it. It felt like your throat was on fire as you choked and coughed and fell to your hands and knees, Bucky by your side, concern in his voice. ‘Shit, please tell me you’re ok, y/n? Please just try to breath and stay calm, I think the gas is stopping’ you faintly heard Bucky’s voice say, but everything was echoing in and out of your ears as you regained your breath and tried to stand up, falling immediately as your legs gave away. Bucky caught you before you could fall, placing you down carefully against the wall and stepping back.

Thing is, the place on your waist where he had caught you was literally burning. Your whole body was burning with an intense feeling of...not quite pain. ‘I know when you lie, Bucky. You know exactly what I’m feeling’ you groaned as Bucky ran a hand down his face as he experienced conflicting emotions. ‘Don’t you?’ you asked firmly, looking up at him through hooded eyes as you felt your nipples harden at the sight of him. How had I never noticed how fucking hot this man is? The way his jacket is tight at the seams, filled out so well by his muscular form, his long hair framing his chiselled face perfectly. The ringing in your ears had stopped and you tried to clear your head, but all you could think about now was the pressure growing between your legs as you squeezed your thighs together to try to relieve it. ‘What’s happening, doll? Does it hurt?’ Bucky asked tenderly, knowing very well exactly what you were feeling and choosing to ignore your previous line of questioning, but when he said doll this time, you could almost feel the vibrations of his voice going to straight to your core as you let out a small whimper.

Sweat was now pooling between your tender breasts, as you unzipped the top of your suit to try to cool yourself down. You wanted to tell him. You wanted to tell him how every nerve of your being was screaming for him to be inside you right now. How never in your life had you wanted someone to fuck you so badly. That aroused didn’t even come close to the horniness you were feeling at the moment. ‘Bucky. Help me’ you commanded, looking at him with lust filled, pleading eyes. But he shook his head and backed away. ‘Your not thinking straight. It would be unfair on you, and I couldn’t do that to you. I didn’t want it to happen like this’ he replied as your hand flew to your thigh, grabbing at the fabric there to try and stop yourself from grabbing somewhere else. You were practically dripping now. ‘You mean...you would have wanted...this to happen?’ you were a bit taken back as you thought Bucky didn’t even like you that much. ‘Why do you think I have to keep my distance from you in missions? Your so...’ he gestured to your body ‘and amazing, but I had to control myself so I stayed distant’ Bucky’s mouth was moving but you could only think of one thing as the pressure built up to the point of pain.

You stood up, and pulled Bucky close to your face by the collar of his jacket ‘look Bucky, I have never felt the need for someone so much as I do now and if you don’t help me then you are the one causing me pain. I need you to make it stop. There is no chance in hell I will regret this, so please just fuck me already’ you were panting, faces inches away from each other as Bucky slipped his hand up to cup your face gently. ‘Are you sure?’ he asked seriously as you nodded furiously. Bucky’s tongue slipped out to wet his lips as his eyes trailed down over your exposed cleavage. ‘Anything for you, doll’

With that, he pulled you in by the waist, kissing you deeply. You pried his mouth open with your tongue, running your fingers through his soft hair. With your extremely heightened senses, the kiss was like torture, and you needed more. Bucky spun you around so you were against the wall, not once breaking the kiss. You moaned into his mouth as you felt his hands explore your body, leaving a trail of fire. Bucky leaned down to kiss your neck as he unzipped your leather suit all the way down. You shook off the suit, ravenously pulling down Bucky’s combat trousers and jumping up into his arms. You kissed him hungrily, but it wasn’t enough. ‘It hurts so bad Bucky’ you whined into his mouth as you tried to grind against his growing bulge to try and get any friction at all. Bucky pulled back and placed you down, leaning you against the wall as you could barley support your own weight.

You watched hungrily as he pulled down his boxers, letting his thick cock spring free, mouth watering at just the sight. He kissed you once more as he pulled you up by the thighs, your legs wrapping around his strong waist. He held you bum up with one hand, back pressed against the wall and breasts pressed against his chest. You were desperate for him, and he could sense it.

‘Last time I’m asking. Are you absolutely sure you want this?’ he asked as you felt him rub the tip of his leaking cock against your clit, making you shake and thank him in your head for not making you stand up on your own. ‘I want you inside of me Bucky’ you whispered, giving him the final permission he needed. With that he slipped himself inside of you slowly, at first just the tip. When you whined for him to stop teasing you, he slipped in further until he bottomed out. You bit his shoulder as your breathing stuttered, walls clenching down around his enormous cock, wanting to scream out. It felt so, so fucking good but the pollen only made you crave more. Bucky let go of his cock and supported your legs with both hands, slowly moving you up and down to allow you to adjust, getting deeper and deeper with each stroke. ‘So fucking wet’ he moaned into your ear, causing your eyes to roll back into your head as you felt the fire in your core rage. He sped up the pace, railing into you as you whined and moaned and felt yourself near the thing you so desperately need.

With each thrust, you felt the knot tighten and tighten until it was unbearable, and you were gripping his shoulders and burying your head in his neck as you finally called out ‘I’m...I’m gonna cum Buck’. He sped up his thrusts, kissing your neck and sucking to leave a trail of hickeys, and all the pleasure was building up and up. ‘Come undone for me, doll. All over my cock’ he groaned as you practically screamed. You felt the first wave if pleasure take a hold of your body, starting as a burning in your toes and finishing as euphoria burning through your veins. ‘oh my... fuck’ you called out as he worked you through your orgasm, his cock hitting you g spot perfectly every time. You felt your walls pulsate and clamp down on him for what felt like an hour, as he soon followed and you felt himself spill his warm seed inside of you as he thrusted one last time deep, deep inside of you.

You both stayed there for a moment, not wanting the moment to end. You finally felt the pain subside enough so that Bucky could place you down carefully and your legs could support your own weight (barley). Bucky pulled you in sweetly for a kiss, as you held onto his shoulders for dear life. You pulled back reluctantly, resting your forehead against his as you both tried to regain your breath. ‘Thank you’ you whispered to Bucky as you giggled, embarrassed that he had to do that. ‘Although it didn’t happen in the best possible way, I’m so happy we finally did that’ you finished, taking his metal fingers in your small ones, the cool metal feeling pleasant against your boiling hand. ‘You have no idea’ Bucky laughed as he pulled up his trousers and bent down to help you back into your suit. When you were almost zipped up and the effects of the pollen had basically worn off, you heard voices just outside.

‘Your saviour is here!’ You heard Tony call out from the other side of the door as he used some sort of laser technology in his suit to melt a hole through the door. Nat stood behind him, looking you both up and down, a small smirk capturing her lips. ‘Tony, do you notice anything ... different about them?’ she asked as you and Bucky gratefully stepped out of the room into the well - lit corridor. ‘What? No not really. That ones having a bad hair day, though’ he replied as he messed with some sort if control on his arm, gesturing to you. ‘Yeah, ran out of...hairbrushes’ you replied nervously, noticing Bucky raise an eyebrow as Nat sarcastically replied ‘that explains it all’.

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moonstruckbucky · 4 years

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The Recruit (8/?)

Summary: Becoming a SHIELD agent had been your dream and finally, you’ve achieved it. You’re at the top of your class in every field except one—hand to hand combat, and it doesn’t impress Captain Rogers in the slightest. Instead, it seems to convince him you’re useless, setting off a tense relationship between the two of you. In an effort to bridge the gap, Bucky offers to help you train to earn your way back into Steve’s good graces. What could possibly go wrong?

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!Reader x Bucky Barnes (not Stucky)

Warnings for Chapter: Angst, pouty Steve. More soft Bucky. That’s it, that’s the warning.

Notes: Thank you all for the feedback of the previous chapter and for your patience while real life took over for a bit. Someone mentioned that they felt like Bucky/their relationship wasn’t featured enough, so I hope this chapter fulfills that for you! x

Also, a giant thank you to @marauderskeeper for this beautiful artwork!!! I’m so fucking in love with this! How perfect is this artwork, y’all?!

Steve finds patterns in the ceiling, shapes. It’s near-silent in the room save the sound of peepers through the open window, the soft breathing beside him. The weight against his chest shifts, sighs, rolls over, and he swallows thickly. Traces the lines of her body even though they’re all wrong, catches the scent of her hair - the wrong color.

He isn’t a stranger to the modern concepts of love and relationships, but it’s an indulgence he doesn’t frequently partake in. The women he meets are great, just none seem to strike that chord in him. None that seem to challenge him or intrigue quite like you.

The woman leaves with a friendly smile, an easy exit with no lingering questions of another night together or anything. He remains in bed for a little while longer, hands tucked up behind his head as he connects constellations in the ceiling. Training begins in thirty minutes, and he inhales deeply to quell the raging in his belly. He’s nervous; it’s the first he’ll see you after his apology.

He’d heard about your successful mission and he’s proud, almost excited for you, even though he knows he has no right. His treatment of you only serves to prove he’s failed as Captain; he’s meant to lead and guide and encourage. Instead, he judged and ridiculed and humiliated, drove you to the point of persevering to prove him wrong.

And you did. He’s embarrassed, ashamed - but proud all the same.

He dresses slowly in the SHIELD-issued black tac pants and navy t-shirt, the SHIELD logo emblazoned on the breast. Someone like Nat or Bucky or even Sam might accuse him of stalling as he carefully and meticulously laces his sneakers, but to anyone else he’d appear sluggish. To anyone else, he’d say he’s tired, that he’d had a late night, but if it were any of the aforementioned three, he’d pointedly keep his mouth shut.

He’s nervous - he’s man enough to admit it. He’s unsure of what to expect, unsure if he’d imagined his apology and your reluctance to believe him. He hates not being sure, not being confident, hates being thrown off his axis, out of balance. Structure, routine, and control is weaved into his DNA, and by apologizing, he’s given up that control, given a piece of him away for someone to do with as she pleases.

He hates it, loathes the way it makes his movements slower, stiffer, like he slept on a bad mattress all night instead of his cushy pillow-top next to a warm body. A warm body he really had no business bringing back here last night, but he brushes that thought away.

He takes a little longer than usual brushing and inspecting his teeth, snarling into the mirror and using floss of all things until he looks at the time and knows he can’t put this off any longer. Schooling his features into impassive steel, Steve sweeps from his room. The ride in the elevator down to the training room is spent building up a wall in his mind, a wall away from her - from you.

You’re already there when he enters, along with Bucky and a few other recruits. You’re smiling, teasing Bucky, and it puts lead in his chest. Absolutely scorches when you notice him and your smile promptly drops. He feels his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows heavily, and the burn in his chest lessons only a little when you offer him a respectful nod.

He returns it, catches Bucky’s eye and his friend gives him a reassuring smile. Steve’s not sure it helps. Mentally shaking it off, he begins the session, starts them off with running laps while he and Bucky spectate.

Steve can’t help but watch you; you’ve got near-perfect running form and you seem unbothered by your knee. You keep pace with everyone, even set it once or twice, and his scrutiny of you means he catches every little side-glance you give his best friend. The little curl at the corners of your lips, a darting glance away.

He catches the same expression on Bucky’s face - and he knows. How could he not know? The way he’d intervened when Steve was being unreasonably harsh, the easy, gentle teasing between you just now, the ever-present smile on Bucky’s face whenever he looks at his phone, the secret glances now as you increase the pace and pull ahead.

As Steve moves the group on to sparring sessions, the looks between you and Bucky become less sneaking and more appraising, and Steve has to dig hard beneath to find any joy that his friend has found his own happiness. Steve knows Bucky deserves it, after all he’s been through and yet.

The obvious connection between the two of you makes his chest hurt and jaw clench so tight it aches. When Bucky calls on you to demonstrate with him, Steve has to hide his curled fists in the pockets of his sweats.

His mind is muddled; he has no reason to be this angry - jealous, surely - but angry? No. Aggravated enough he wants to knock Bucky’s teeth out, sick enough at the sight of the two of you, moving in such synchrony, that he almost looks for the closest trash barrel.

Instead, he pushes the recruits hard, calls out tips to avoid making his previous mistake again, and offers assistance where it’s needed. An adjusted position here, a tip about roundhouse kicks there. He can almost ignore you and Bucky grunting and shouting only feet away.

You, meanwhile, are almost hyper-aware of Steve and the one-eighty he’s seemed to have made. He’s keeping his distance, though you don’t miss the pinched expression to his face or the underhanded glances he shoots you. Probably anticipating a snarky reply or otherwise prove you aren’t trying to remain civil.

He’s made his way over as Bucky pulls you into a headlock, the position warming something deep within you. His arm is loose enough around your neck that he isn’t cutting off any air, but his pelvis is flush with your backside and you even think he’s grinding it - imperceptibly enough that it goes unnoticed by the others. He’s fresh, you’re learning, pushing boundaries wherever he can.

Normally, you’d play along, dig and push a little back, but not with Steve watching the way he is. Arms crossed, feet hip-width apart in his typical Captain stance, but he’s far less rigid than he was. You execute S.I.N.G. (solar plexus, instep, nose, groin) with anxious butterflies, but you manage to successfully complete the move, spin, and move to jab Bucky again.

Steve’s voice is even gentle when he tells you, “Move your feet. Don’t lock up or remain stationary.”

It’s such a far cry from his previous gruff behavior that it throws you, knocks you slightly off-kilter so that you stumble into Bucky’s chest. With heat in your cheeks, you push away from him, try to resume as if you didn’t fumble at all. You’re meant to be the picture of indifference and yet Steve’s one-eighty has you completely floored.

Should you be, though? He did promise you he’d be better, and so far he’s kept that promise. Perhaps a part of you hadn’t believed him, hadn’t had any reason to believe him - about anything. The fact that he’s trying stirs something in you, and it leaves you open to wind up face-down on the mat.

“Shit,” you grunt as the wind rushes from your lungs.

“That’s what happens when you get distracted,” Bucky teases before reaching with his metal hand to help you to your feet. “Your enemy won’t hesitate to exploit that opening if you give it to them.”

“Yeah,” you agree on a sigh, “yeah. Let’s do it again.”

The warmth in your cheeks doesn’t cool as you run through your spar again. This time, you manage to block out Steve’s close scrutiny and get Bucky on his back, a knee pressed into his chest. You know he can toss you off without a hitch but he lays there, lets you have the win.

“Better,” Steve compliments with an approving nod. You can’t bring yourself to meet his eyes, so you stare at his chest - which, to your shocking admission, isn’t all that much better. The intrusive thought forces you to duck your head, busy yourself with your water bottle as Bucky and Steve begin a rundown of the next exercise.

If either notice you take a little longer to collect yourself, they don’t say anything. After a few more moments of distracting yourself with your water bottle, you return to the group as the Captain and Bucky begin a mock-mission to sharpen your skills.

By the time you’re released from training, you’re covered in a layer of sweat that shimmers under the overhead lights, your mind is tapped, and your entire body feels like it went a round or five against Mike Tyson - super soldiers in your case, but they’d pulled their punches. The muscles in your back pull taut as you stretch, a tightness that makes you wince, expel a tiny whimper.

A gasp as a set of hands lands on your back - one warm, the other just slightly cooler - and the thumbs dig in, find the tightest muscles and press.

“Fuck,” you hiss, arching against Bucky’s skilled hands. A pained smile over your shoulder and, “Hi.”

“Hi.” He grins and leans forward to drop a kiss to your temple. “You did good today.”

“Feels like I went ten rounds with an MMA fighter, but thank you.” Another hmph as Bucky digs his knuckles into your lower back, and a sigh as the tightened muscles release. You slouch against him, disregarding the slight dampness to his compression t-shirt, and turn your face into his neck.

“Feel better?” he asks, throat vibrating against your forehead. Wordlessly, you nod.

“Until tomorrow when it really sets in. You’ll have to carry me everywhere,” you retort cheekily, tilting your face to meet his glimmering eyes.

“Oh, will I?” A teasing upturn of his lips and your eyes dart to them, hold there for a moment as your heart trips over itself in your chest.

“Uh huh.” A pause, then you shrug. “Or you can just stay in bed with me.”

The darkening of his eyes is offset sharply by the awkward look that suddenly shadows his face, cheeks going rouge as he quickly averts his eyes. It’s an odd reaction, and you tilt your head, mouth popping open before he overrides you.

“Whatever you want, doll,” he assures with a smile, all traces of bashfulness gone.

It’s a bit disconcerting how quickly his charming, easy-going demeanor is back in place, but you chalk it up to his former status as an assassin. Give nothing away, a mask he can flip off and on. He further pulls your mind away by lifting your hand to his lips and dotting small kisses across your knuckles.

“C’mon. Should take an ice bath for those muscles.” And he tugs you down the hallway.

“Mother of fucking SHIT.”

Bucky chortles, applies pressure to your shoulders to keep you from popping out of the bathtub he’s filled with ice and water. There’s a burn in your limbs from the cold, and your nails scrape at the ceramic of the tub, squeaking in the small space. Breath rushing in and out as you try to relax, loosen your sore, tightened muscles to let the coldness do its job.

But it’s hard, your mind whines, and your verbalize said whine pathetically.

“It’s so cold.” It’s a whisper, because speaking any louder is downright impossible as your brain works overtime to warm your body.

“I was frozen in ice off and on for seventy years,” he reminds you teasingly, “you can handle it.”

You hiss a laugh, and it makes his mouth twitch. He recalls the first time he ever made a joke about his history with HYDRA. Steve nearly shit a brick before chiding him about how he shouldn’t joke about such things.

“Steve, it happened to me,” he’d reminded, “I should be able to joke about it all I want. Better than going into total shutdown every time HYDRA is mentioned.”

Steve hadn’t said anything after that, but each time Bucky made a jab at HYDRA, he didn’t miss the disapproving gleam in his friend’s eye.

He feels relief that you laugh, feels, well, normal, and like he’s made progress if he feels he can confidently joke about his trauma. He knows he’s made progress, but there are still instances where he feels the others aren’t so sure.

With you, though, he doesn’t have to second-guess it. You don’t treat him like glass, like he’s going to shatter at the first sign of distress. It’s refreshing from the overbearing manner with which Steve treats him on most occasions. He’s thankful you hadn’t known the Bucky from before, the one Steve grew up with, the ghost of a time that’ll never come again. You’ve nothing to compare him to, nothing to miss like Steve does. It’s as refreshing as ice cream on a hot day...or an ice bath following a rigorous workout.

“C-Can I g-ge-get out yet?” Your teeth are chattering, arms crossed tightly over your chest and rubbing at your arms, riddled with gooseflesh. Your lips are even turning slightly blue as they wobble with the cold.

“Can you feel your muscles?” he asks, reaching for the towel he’d placed on the toilet seat.

“I ca-can’t f-f-feel my lips, never m-mind my mus-muscles.” The snark is lost amongst the clicking of your teeth, but it gleams heavy in your eyes. Smirking, Bucky holds out the towel and helps you stand on shaky legs, like Bambi on ice.

Leggings and sports bra plastered like a second skin, they in no way help to warm you even out of the ice, and after you’re wrapped in the towel, Bucky gives you your privacy to strip down and get changed. Movements unsteady, your wet clothes are plopped into a pile on the tile floor and new, warm, dry clothes are hastily thrown on. Despite the rigorous workout this morning, you feel freshly invigorated, like maybe you could run a mile - once feeling comes back to your legs, that is.

Burrowed in the new clothes, you step out of the bathroom to see Bucky reclined on your bed, looking quite at home. It puts a warm, fuzzy feeling in your chest as you approach, and it only grows when he opens his arms for you to burrow into the heat of him. His arms wind around you, the metal one a comforting weight against your back.

It’s silent for a little while, a peaceful blanket pulled over the two of you in the small space of your room. Bucky’s chest rises and falls gently beneath your cheek, slow breaths, and you almost think he’s asleep until he speaks.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about?”

You ponder for a couple beats. “What’s your favorite part of the 21st century? I mean, you were frozen off and on for so long, you didn’t really get a chance to enjoy anything right?”

He hears the trepidation in your voice, the slight intonation that you might actually be crossing a line by asking. He smiles, chuckles a little so you know you haven’t offended him.

“Is it predictable to say the food?” At your head shake, he goes on, “I mean, in the 30s and 40s, we barely had nothin’. Sometimes we’d all go to bed hungry with no dinner, and sometimes I gave my sisters my portion of food. I was the oldest, you know? Had to take care of my family. But now...now there’s just, so much. And so many different kinds! You know, when I first came to the compound, after Shuri fixed my noggin, I didn’t eat a lot. Ate only what I thought I was allowed to eat. One small serving. Was still going to bed hungry even when all this food was at my disposal.

Then Steve came to talk to me. Told me he was the same way, when he first came out of the ice. Said he had to take it slow because even though he was bigger, his body wasn’t used to eating so much. Neither was mine, even though I was healthier when I... before. HYDRA didn’t feed me, not really. No hot, home-cooked meal for the Fist. It was MREs, or a feeding tube - if I was awake long enough at the base. My system got used to it, and then when HYDRA fell, it was always...Ramen or canned meat, some fruit, if I could afford it. Nothing real substantial. Even in Wakanda, I was still only eating small portions. My first three-course meal here, I puked it all up. I was so astounded by the fact that I could eat as much as I wanted to, but my body wasn’t ready for it. It was used to rationing itself on small meals, used to fasting sometimes, too. But it got better. I ate a little more at each meal, got my body used to eating three times a day. Started working out more, too, to up my hunger. Eventually I could put away three servings at each meal and still have room for dessert. I’ve got a wicked sweet tooth.”

The last line is so unexpected, it makes you snort, choke on the breath, before you can laugh for real. It’s short, though, when you take in the entirety of his story and realize there’s so much you still have to learn about one James Barnes, so much of himself to reveal, so many layers to peel back so you can see who he truly is. A little skip in your heartbeat betrays your excitement to find out, if he’ll let you.

"I’ve got a list,” he then says, “of things people have recommended I try. Maybe you can help me cross some of them off, huh?”

“Bucky Barnes, are you officially asking me on a date?” you tease, leaning your head back to aim a cheeky smirk his way.

His chest rumbles against with that warm chuckle that warms you to your bones. “Suppose I am. You gonna leave a guy hangin’?”

“Hm, I suppose then I could assist you with this foodie bucket list. We’ll make a cultured man out of you yet.”

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doubleleoenergy · 3 years

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Whatever You Like

Yeah, I want your body, I need your body. Long as you got me, you won't need nobody.

Pairing: sugardaddy!Sam Wilson x latina!fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, mentions of alcohol, daddy kink, pet names (bonita, mi amor), passionate sex, wall sex, mentions of impregnation

Summary: Newly engaged y/n and sugardaddy!Sam are celebrating their enagement party with their loved ones.

Notes: This is my submission for @balenciagabucky‘s/@dulceslibrary 3k writing challenge.

“Here comes y/n.” Tony announced, cocking his head in the direction of the glass staircase.

Sam turned at Tony’s statement, excusing himself from the group as he waltzed across the floor to meet her at the end of the stairs. His eyes followed her every move as she sashayed down the steps, her hips swaying as she walked. Her body was enveloped in a tight red sparkly dress, a plunging neckline and thin straps drawing attention to her voluptuous breasts. Her nails were freshly manicured to match her toes peeking out of her strappy black stilettos, clicking against the glass steps as she walked down towards Sam.

She flashed one of her million-watt smiles at him, his hand reaching out to grab hers and help her down the final steps.

“Stunning as ever, my bonita.” Sam gushed, moving his hand up high to give her a spin, his eyes running over her entire body as she did a 360 turn for him.

“You’re not so bad yourself, mi amor.” Y/N purred, the words rolling off her tongue before she leaned up on her tippy toes to kiss his lips.

Sam hadn’t met y/n in a conventional way, the only people who knew the truth were Sarah and the team. He knew that there were plenty of women who would die to be with him, with Captain America, but he wanted someone special. Someone he could trust with his crazy life. After swiping through multiple dating apps and going on a few horrendous dates, he saw an ad for a sugar baby dating site.

He signed up on a whim, more so curious as to what a sugar baby lifestyle entailed. There were lots of women on the site and even some men, most with profile pictures of them in scantily clad outfits with large fur coats and diamond jewelry. Searching through the profiles he came across one that stood out among the rest. Y/N’s profile included a picture you would see on Facebook; y/n in a baby blue bodycon dress, standing by the countertop of a bar holding a beer and smiling that infectious smile. Her profile read: “Not sure how any of this works, my friend told me to sign up. Just looking to put myself through nursing school. I’m not going to respond if you’re super old. I also know self-defense so don’t try anything.”

Sam liked that she was different, that she had ambition, that she was a normal twenty-one-year-old just trying to make ends meet. He knew what that was like in life, and so he asked her out for a coffee date. That coffee date turned into a second coffee date, and then a dinner date. And one year later it turned into an engagement. Y/N was everything he could’ve ever wanted and more. She was selfless, intelligent, a feisty Latina who with a bat of her long lashes could get him to bend in any argument. She was a great cook, an amazing nurse, and phenomenal in the bedroom.

He never felt taken advantage of in their relationship, she was always up front and honest about what she wanted, and when things turned into more, he never for a second thought she was using him for money. He spoiled her with clothes, jewelry, and flowers, despite her protests on only needing money for school. Sam wanted to offer her everything in the world and would continue to do so for the rest of their lives together.

Sam led y/n over to the team, grabbing them each a glass of champagne from a nearby server, his hand on the small of y/n’s back as they walked.

“There’s the happy couple!” Steve cheered, patting Sam’s shoulder as he stood beside them. He raised his glass high in the air, gesturing for the rest of the team to do the same. “Y/N, I’ve never seen Sam as happy as he has been over the past year with you. Just having you in his life has made him a better person. Plus, he looks much better with you by his side.” Steve teased. “To a lifetime of happiness for you both.” Everyone clinked their glasses together, Sam smiling proudly as he took a sip from his glass.

“Couldn't have said it better myself.” Bucky added, crossing his arms over his chest, his metal arm shining in the light of the chandelier.

“So, have you guys decided on a date yet?” Nat questioned, grabbing a mini muffuletta off a nearby tray and chewing thoughtfully on it as she made eye contact with y/n.

“We’re thinking sometime in the spring, possibly April, back in Louisiana. Sarah already offered to make all of the food for the reception.” Y/N responded, looking up lovingly at Sam.

“That way we don’t get as much of the Louisiana heat. Nothing worse than wearing a full suit and sweating through it within twenty minutes of being outside. It’ll be small, mostly just the team and some family friends from back home.” With y/n and Sam’s parents both deceased, they didn’t have much family to attend. To them it was more than okay, the day would be filled with love regardless.

The celebration continued late into the evening, everyone leaving on their own accord besides the team, who had gathered sharing stories of the good old days and successful missions. Y/N sat on the armrest of the couch; her legs draped over Sam’s body. Her nails ran up and down his chest absentmindedly as she listened to their stories.

Her eyes focused on Sam’s body, the way his navy button up clung to his arms, his muscles taut against the fabric. His black slacks were tight enough to reveal the outline of his cock, teasing and taunting y/n all night with just the sight of it.

Y/N’s lips danced against Sam’s ear, her voice a low and seductive whisper. “Meet me upstairs in five minutes. Don’t make it obvious.” And with that y/n excused herself, letting the group know that she was headed to the restroom.

Stepping into the elevator, y/n headed up to the second floor, leaning against the wall as she waited for Sam. Five minutes passed, the ding of the elevator making her lips curl into a bewitching smile, the doors opening to reveal Sam, his eyes blown wide with lust. Y/N tilted her head in the direction of a nearby door, her heels clicking against the tile floor as she turned the knob, walking into one of the many guest bedrooms on that floor.

Sam followed close behind, shutting the door behind them and locking it. He wasted no time, pushing y/n against the bedroom wall, his hands sweeping over her body as his lips crashed against hers. His lips trailed down the supple skin of her neck, inhaling her intoxicating perfume as he kissed down her collarbone. He peppered kisses along her exposed cleavage, a whine escaping her lips.

“We’ve don’t have much time mi amor, been thinking about your cock all night, I need it.” She pleaded, her hands moving down to unbuckle his belt and free his thick cock.

A low hum vibrated deep in his chest, helping her push his trousers down, kicking them aside as his left hand snaked under her dress, a dark chuckle leaving his lips. “You’re not wearing any panties, my bonita.”

His fingers swiped against her slit, feeling them coated with her juices, pushing her dress up to bunch it around her waist. “Soaked already for me, I need to fill this tight pussy.”

And with that Sam parted her legs with his thigh, his hands moving to grip the back of her thighs before tugging her up. Y/N wrapped her legs instinctively around his waist, crashing their lips together again as she felt his cock rub against her folds.

“Please mi amor,..” She panted, trying to buck her hips down on his cock.

“Say it.” Sam commanded, teasing her folds with the tip.

“Please daddy.” The words send shivers down Sam’s spine, lining up his cock and sliding her down onto him, filling her pussy. He felt her stretching around him, letting her adjust to his size before pulling her up off his cock and slamming her back down.

“So, fucking tight, how are you so tight when I fill this cunt day and night with my cock?” He continued to bounce her up and down, her back rubbing against the wall with each thrust. Her hands were wrapped tight around Sam’s neck, her nails digging into the skin.

“Can’t wait to marry you, to fill you up with my cock for the rest of our lives. Want to fuck a baby into you.” Y/N mewled, peppering kisses along his jawline.

“You like that idea, huh? My bonita.” He can feel her walls tightening around him, a sign of her orgasm building up. “Cum for me, make a mess on daddy’s cock.”

He thrusted once, twice, three times before she came, her legs shaking around his waist and her eyes rolling back into her head as she released. Sam continued to fuck her through her high, his own orgasm following quickly after hers. He stilled inside of her, holding them against the wall for a moment before he gently pulled her off his cock, a mix of their cum dripping down her thigh.

“I love you so much Sam.” She cooed, kissing him once more. He cupped her face, resting his forehead against hers.

“I love you too, bonita. Now let’s clean up and get back down to the party, we’ve got a lot to celebrate.”

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