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ragnarockz · 2 months ago

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The Tape

Part 1: Making the Tape

Aaaaand lets start a new series even though I have not finished Room 4 oops....

Anyway! Agnes/Alice because YEAH. YEAH YEAH YEAH

Big ol props to @whomstthephucque for feeding the brain worms with me on this 🥰

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Late night in August and the world around them had gone to bed. The windows were left open to bring in the staggering hot outside air that they fooled themselves to believe would help cool the blistering heat that was already inside. They were alone tonight; Nicky being babysat once more. Lilia was becoming more fond of him and them; knowing that Agnes and Alice needed a break from motherhood. The night was theirs.

Agnes had found an old camcorder and blank tapes stashed away in one of Alice's boxes she had dumped into her closet way back when. The camcorder still worked and Agnes had been fooling around with it. Testing the zoom and the sound and seeing what she could see through the lens that looked out into the tiny world around her. A nagging thought in her brain didn't leave the second it entered and now, with the night to themselves, she finally had the guts to ask and tell Alice her bright idea.

"We should make a video..."

Alice set up the camcorder on the tripod she also dug out from the depths of her closet. Hidden behind her clothes and even more boxes of her stuff; her mothers things she didn't want to throw away just yet. Alice set it up in one of the corners of her tiny bedroom; hoping she could get most of what they wanted in the frame. The bed was the focal point. She would have to remember to keep herself and Agnes in the middle if they wanted to be 'seen'.

And they did. They wanted to be seen. This was for them, made by them.

Alice let Agnes know the camcorder was all set and ready; they just had to 'enter' or, 'be in' the scene for her to start rolling.

"Keep your clothes on...we'll take them off together."

Alice whispered as she pointed to the middle of the bed. Agnes crawled up and on it, waiting patiently even though her excitement was unmatched. They were going to make something together that would be preserved. Something that only belonged to them. Something, in a way, that was like Nicky.

Alice moved around the room. She lit her favorite candle. Pressed play on her CD player so that they had music, their music. Glory Box by Portishead was playing low in the background. A song they loved; a song they had already made memories to. Now, it was time for another one. A new one.

Alice walked by the tripod and let her hand slip behind to press the PLAY button. She pulled her hand back and walked forward now towards her bed directly in front of her.

Alice and Agnes locked eyes instantly. They fell into the song, the dim lighting. They fell into the candle burning that smelled like Alice and the sensation of the bed sagging ever so slightly under their weight. The camcorder did it's job and remained out of their minds; almost forgetting they were filming themselves. Nothing was going to pull them away from each other; not even if they had set something up to do so.

Alice had shorts on and Agnes her boxers. Alice had a sports bra on and Agnes her tank top. Alice's hair was freshly dyed from the day before; a new purple streak cutting through her dark hair. Agnes had hers in a low ponytail that just ended at her shoulder blades.

Agnes' hands reached forwards to grab at Alice's shorts. She tugged them down and let them bunch at her knees. They were both sitting up on their knees with their feet tucked underneath themselves. Alice let her head hang back a little; watching Agnes as she took control first. Chipped nails and scuffed hands made their way around Alice's body like they had done many nights and mornings and afternoons before. Agnes tore those shorts away and signaled for Alice to lay back.

She did. She waited.

Her left knee drew up and her right leg stayed flat on the bed so the camera could see. They didn't want any obstructed views. Everything was made for them; everything catered to them.

Agnes crouched low; laying down on her belly and her head bowed down in between Alice's legs. Hands coming up and under Alice's legs to hook around and pull her even closer; suffocating herself as she gave Alice's pussy a solid lick and she tasted the metal; the piercing Alice had surprised her with. Alice shuddered and moaned and hoped the recording was going to pick up their sounds because, fuck, she thought, the sounds they made together were unmatched.

Another shot. Another position. Both of them back up and sitting on their knees. Agnes' face a little pinker and Alice's eyes a little more relaxed. Agnes was panting as Alice reached forward now and took off Agnes' grungy and ratty tank top she had found in a dollar bin thrifting one afternoon. She tossed it away; opposite from the camera. Agnes wasn't wearing a bra underneath. Her skin was soft; breasts and stomach still carried memory of having a baby not to long ago. Alice cupped Agnes' breasts softly at first; thumbs brushing over the cool metal nipple piercings. She had already been marked up; her skin blooming with bruises and hickies that Alice had left hours, days, weeks before. Alice's focus shifted to only Agnes' nipples. An unspoken means to an end. Something so personal to them that they didn't need to address it. A shift forward now as Alice's tongue led the way before her lips did; the tip meeting the ball end of the piercing first.

A new song coming over the cheap CD player. A change in energy; a change in pace. The video rolled on; unrelenting to the changes in the tiny bedroom. It ate up whatever they were willing to give. Crimson and Clover by Joan Jett & the Blackhearts sucked whatever was remaining from the room and pumped out something new; something daring.

A rollover now. Alice high on her knees with her hands on her hips and Agnes on all fours in front of her. Eyes closed with so much concentration that she could feel tears at the corner of her eyes. She made sure to breath steadily through her nose as she took as much of Alice as she could in her mouth; her throat. The taste of silicone was still something new to her; still a sensation that felt alien. But now with Alice; not in the way that made her uncomfortable or scared. She prayed silently that Alice was trying her best to feel it; to feel her tongue and her lips and the moans that vibrated onto the toy as her own. Prayed to god that the deeper Alice's cut nails dug into her own hips was just how badly and surely she was able to feel every fucking sensation.

They were on top of each other. A tangle of limbs and teeth and lips. Agnes' fingers inside Alice and Alice's inside of Agnes. They were trying to find their angles; their positions. They were trying to find the perfect way to fit together; to match each other. They moaned desperately into each others mouths as they fell out of sync; Alice pumping harder and Agnes pumping slower.

She

She's figured out

All her doubts were someone else's point of view

They were in sync even if they didn't think so; it was perfectly what the other needed. Something deep and gut wrenching. Something tender and loving.

She sees the mirror of herself

Wobbly legs and cracked voices as they mumble to one another. Agnes smoothing down Alice's hair; playing with the dyed end. Alice's hand resting over Agnes' chest; feeling her heart hammering against her palm. They were suddenly aware of the room and the candle; the low hum of the CD player as the CD was spinning on its soundless end. The camcorder was still recording into the night; capturing nothing now but the two of them laying and catching their breaths. Would it pick up on the low giggles? The soft whispers? The last remaining moans and sighs as the final waves washed over them and their bodies tried to recoup? The 'sweetheart' and 'sunshine' and 'I love you' but, 'I love you more?' Would it? Would it capture it all? Would it remember it the way they did or, would the camcorder create a different truth?

Alice pulled herself painstakingly away from Agnes and felt the chill of the room hit her hot and sweaty skin; covered in sweat and kisses and god knows what else and where. Wobbly legs and unsteady arms as she put her legs over the edge of the bed and walked towards the camera. Her hand wrapped around it again and found the STOP button.

#Marvel #Agatha All Along #Butch!Agatha #Agnes O'Connor #Agnes of Westview #Alice Wu Gulliver #Writing #The Tapes #Sweethearts and Sunshine #MMMHMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM #MMMM #FINALLY SOME GOOD FUCKING SOUP #IT WILL ONLY GET MORE HARROWING SO CONSIDER YOURSELVES WARNED #Alice/Agnes

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helaintoloki · 3 months ago

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Can you write a fic between Bucky and an avenger reader (maybe she’s just a little older than Peter (like she’s in her mid 20s)and she always had a crush on Bucky)

notes: thank you for sending this in ! i hope you enjoy

warnings: fluff, mentions of night terrors

summary: you think you’re too young for Bucky to be interested in you. ironically, Bucky thinks he’s too old for you to be interested in him

“So how did that date go?” Wanda asks while watching you mindlessly scroll through the selection of movies Tony has on the entertainment room TV.

“I bailed,” Natasha admits shamelessly with an innocent shrug, prompting both Wanda and yourself to turn to her in shock. “I’m not really interested in giving up my personal time for something as trivial as a blind date.”

You hum thoughtfully at her response, only half listening as Wanda begins to pester her for more details about the man she had stood up. The three of you are enjoying a rare night of peace in the tower after forcing the men to vacate the premises and allow you to have the space to yourselves. The three of you are outnumbered on the team, so sometimes a break from the intense amounts of testosterone are needed for you all to decompress. Girl’s night is a simple tradition, but you all enjoy each other’s company more than anything.

“What about you, y/n?” Natasha prompts while gently nudging your side and breaking you from your daze. “Any guys out there you think are first date material?”

You shift uncomfortably now that the spotlight is on you and try to mask the embarrassment that washes over you in response to the question. You know your answer, but you think you’d rather die than admit the truth. You try to remain as nonchalant as possible by offering a seemingly uninterested shrug and answering with a quiet ‘No,’ but you unfortunately can’t hide the truth from a mind reader.

“She has a crush on Barnes,” Wanda blurts out before she can stop herself, causing your eyes to widen in horror at being exposed. Natasha lets out an amused huff while her counterpart quickly utters out apologies. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to say it. It’s just your thoughts get so loud when you think about him.”

“You don’t need to be a mind reader to know that,” Natasha jokes much to your dismay.

“Is it really that obvious?” You groan before allowing your head to fall back against the couch in defeat. Wanda pats your arm sympathetically, obviously still guilty about her slip up. You’re just thankful no one else is in the tower other than the three of you.

“Not to him,” the Widow consoles with a faint smile, “the man isn’t exactly the greatest at navigating social interactions. But I’ve seen the way you look at him from across the room and how your eyes light up when Steve puts you together on missions. You like him.”

“It’s pathetic, I know,” you admit with a defeated sigh, looking between the two in despair. “I don’t even know how it happened! One day we’re just teammates and the next I’m suddenly realizing just how blue his eyes are instead of paying attention to a debrief.”

“There’s nothing pathetic about your feelings,” Wanda says with a comforting smile, “it’s only natural. Maybe you should try talking to him about it.”

You look at her as if she’s grown a second head before scoffing at her suggestion. “You’re kidding, right? There’s no way I’d ever be his type. Besides, he probably sees me as some kid considering I’m only twenty-six and he’s basically a hundred years old.”

Natasha can’t help but to let out a small chuckle at your predicament before taking the remote from your fidgety hands. You don’t exactly appreciate her amusement towards your self-depreciating rant, but you know she means well, and you also know you have a tendency to be a bit dramatic.

“Don’t sell yourself short, y/n/n,” she advises before finally deciding to hit play on a random comedy movie. “Remember that you’re the prize, and any guy or girl would be lucky to have you. Besides, you’ll never know what could happen if you don’t give it a shot.”

The conversation ends there as your trio becomes engrossed with the movie, but her words linger on your mind for the rest of the night. You really doubt Bucky could have anything but platonic feelings for you, and it would be embarrassing to confess your feelings only to have him shoot you down. You don’t think you could show your face around the tower again if that were to happen, but you also know that you would give anything to win the super soldier’s heart.

Your inner turmoil persists, and you go to bed that night unsure of how to move forward.

~~~

“Barnes, y/l/n, how are you holding up?”

“We’re pretty much fucked, Cap,” you grunt into your earpiece after being slammed against a wall. You thought the room had been cleared, but you were soon proven wrong by the assailants who had been hiding in the shadows waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Bucky was currently taking on three on his own while you tried to fight off the woman who seemed hell bent on killing you. “If I survive this will I still be written up for swearing?”

“Focus, y/n,” Natasha’s voice chimes in. “Do you guys need backup?”

You manage to chance a glance over at Bucky and see that he’s fairing rather well on his own, and after returning your attention back to your own attacker, you swiftly lift your knee so that it slams into her gut and forces her to stumble back. It doesn’t take you long to disarm her and render her unconscious so that she no longer proves to be a threat, and you’re finally able to return to your own task.

“No, we’re good. Bucky should be able to hold them off while I plant the chip into the computer system,” you finally reply before setting to work. “It shouldn’t take long.”

“I hope so because they’ve got reinforcements already on the way,” Tony alerts over the earpiece. “You need to be out of there within the next five minutes.”

“Yep, you got it,” you affirm before looking over your shoulder to see Bucky finishing off the last of your attackers. His broad shoulders rise and fall with his labored breaths, hair falling perfectly into place and blue eyes looking up to meet your gaze. You swallow nervously and return your attention to the computer in an attempt to act inconspicuous. Luckily for you, the files you came for have been uploaded. “Alright, let’s get out of here before someone slams me up against another wall.”

“What?” Bucky retorts, eyebrows scrunched in confusion and cheeks slowly turning red at your poor choice of words. You pay him no mind and begin your trek towards the exit, though your stomach flips at the mere thought of having him cage you in against a wall and having you at his complete mercy. You shudder and try to shake the thoughts away, but it’s hard to do so when the man in question is right beside you matching your brisk pace.

“You okay?” He asks, eyes scanning your figure for any sign of injuries.

“Definitely going to have a bruise in the morning, but it’s nothing I can’t handle,” you note with an easygoing smile.

“I’m on dinner duty tonight,” Bucky notes thoughtfully before kicking down the doors and clearing your path to the outside. “You interested in lending a hand?”

“Oh, definitely. You and Steve can’t be trusted with dinner anymore after the last time.”

“I’ll have you know tuna casserole was a popular dish back in my day,” he retorts defensively only to make you laugh instead.

“Okay, grandpa, whatever you say,” you giggle much to his annoyance. He retaliates by playfully nudging your side with his elbow so that you stumble away, but he can’t hide the amused smile on his face at your antics.

“It’s about time,” Tony retorts impatiently after you two finally make it to the Quinjet. “I’d appreciate some sense of urgency, you know.”

“You said be back in five minutes, it’s only been three,” you reply defensively only to earn an eye roll from the man.

“You and Barnes can flirt with each other on your own time,” he quips to your dismay. You immediately feel yourself heat with embarrassment and do everything your power to avoid looking at Bucky who shifts uncomfortably beside you.

“We weren’t-“ Bucky starts to say only for Tony to interrupt.

“I don’t need the details, I just need both of your butts on the quinjet now.”

You’re mortified as you step foot inside where the rest of the team sits waiting. All eyes land on you and Bucky, and you try to ignore their gazes as you take your seat beside Wanda.

“If it makes you feel any better,” she whispers after leaning in closer to you, “his thoughts about you are loud, too.”

You swallow nervously and chance at a peek at the super soldier only to find he’s already looking right at you. You immediately turn your gaze towards the floor before sinking down sullenly into your seat.

It’s going to be a long flight home.

~~~

The tower is silent when you make your way to the living room in search of a distraction from the terrible nightmare you’d just endured. Your body still trembles with unease despite the blanket you have wrapped tightly around your figure, and it was times like these where you heavily contemplated begging Wanda to use her powers on you despite her reluctance to manipulate your mind.

There isn’t anything good playing this late on TV, but you don’t mind watching reruns of old sitcoms if it means you don’t have to sit in silence. You fixate your gaze on the screen, but you’re hardly paying any mind to your surroundings as you simply begin to dissociate. No one knows about the night terrors or the bad dreams that plague you after missions; you fear coming off as weak or unprepared for the life of an Avenger by telling any of your teammates about your dilemma, so you’ve learned to deal with it on your own by escaping through trivial distractions.

You’re so lost in thought that you don’t detect the presence of someone else in the room until a hand rests on your bare shoulder. You jump, obviously startled as your wide eyes look to the perpetrator sitting beside you. Bucky immediately yanks his hand back and raises his hands in surrender, his features apologetic at having startled you.

“Sorry, sorry,” he immediately says. “I tried calling your name first but you weren’t exactly responding. You okay?”

“Yeah, I um- sorry,” you utter with a soft shake of your head before swallowing, “I just got lost in thought I guess.”

“Anything you want to talk about?”

You normally would have insisted you were fine and tried to change the topic, but there was something about the gentleness in his eyes and the comfort his presence brought you that made it easier for you to open yourself up. You sigh, shifting in place so that you’re facing him now. He offers you a an encouraging smile and already you can feel yourself melting.

“Sometimes I have night terrors,” you confess quietly, almost embarrassed to admit it out loud. “They usually tend show up after a mission or an intense fight. When they happen I just come out here and watch some TV until my brain shuts up enough for me to get some sleep. Pathetic, huh?”

Despite the humorless laugh you let out, Bucky frowns before uttering, “I don’t think that’s pathetic at all. I get it. This job is tough, and sometimes you see things you can’t unsee no matter how hard you try. Don’t beat yourself up for having a normal human reaction to trauma.”

“You sound just like a therapist,” you tease, prompting him to let out a sheepish laugh in return.

“I may have picked up a thing or two in therapy myself,” he admits. A beat passes before he takes your hand in his own and gives it a reassuring squeeze. “Just know that if you ever need help chasing the nightmares away, I’m right here.”

Your heart pounds in your chest while the warmth of his hold encompasses your hand and spreads throughout your entire body. His eyes are full of sincerity, but you also detect something that you’ve never seen from him before. This look is different than the ones he normally gives you, more intimate, and you find yourself nervously biting the inside of your cheek while trying to decipher what it could be.

“Thank you,” you finally voice with a tired smile. Wanting to lighten the mood, you ask, “How come you’re up this late, anyway?”

“Made the mistake of having a cup of coffee after dinner,” he confesses with an embarrassed chuckle. “You mind if I keep you company?”

“Of course not, silly,” you retort as if it’s the most absurd question you’ve ever heard.

You and Bucky settle into a comfortable silence as you tune in to the sitcom playing on the TV screen. A sense of calm has washed over your body now that you’re no longer being tormented by the remnants of your nightmare, but there’s still a part of you that remains nervous around the man you secretly harbor feelings for. You find your mind drifting back to what Wanda had said you earlier and wonder if there was any truth to her words. What did she mean by it?

“Can I ask you something?” Bucky prompts after the episode ends.

“Anything,” you reassure him, grabbing the remote to lower the television’s volume so that he can have your undivided attention.

“I know it’s just your way of poking fun at me, but when you call me ‘grandpa’ or ‘old man,’ is that… that’s not how you see me, is it? Old?”

You’re honestly taken back by his comment, not expecting him to have thought this heavily into the subject. Of course you knew the man was out of his time, and if he had been given the chance to age naturally you most likely would not be sitting here on this couch with him, but you had never thought less of him because of the fact.

“No, of course not! Honestly sometimes I forget you’re technically 106.”

Bucky lets out a chuckle at that, but there’s still doubt lingering on his features as he self-consciously looks down at his hands in his lap. “I just see you with Peter and Wanda sometimes and wonder if I’m too old for you to be hanging around with.”

You shift closer to Bucky so that you can rest a comforting hand on his bicep, prompting him to lift his head and meet your softhearted gaze. Your entire being emanates warmth and tenderness, and it draws the soldier right in to you. You have no idea the effect you have on him or the way a single brush of your fingertips against his skin can satiate the yearning he feels every time he looks at you. Wanda had been telling you the truth; his thoughts are always loud when you’re around him.

“I guess sometimes it’s easier to connect with them considering we’re closer in age, but I like that you and I are so different because of it. I think there’s more to learn with you and more to appreciate. I genuinely enjoy any minute that’s spent with you,” you confess adamantly, prompting the corner of his lips to quirk up. “Besides, it’s going to take a lot more than a number to scare me away from you.”

Bucky only responds by wrapping his arms around your frame and pulling you into a long awaited hug. You try to stifle your gasp of surprise at suddenly being so close to him, and you hope he doesn’t pick up on the fact that your heart is nearly beating out of your ribcage. You feel his lips press to the top of your head and swear you must be dreaming this because there’s no way the Avenger you’ve pining after for months is now so boldly giving you his affection.

“How about we go away for a weekend?” He finally says after holding you in silence for some time.

“Go away?” You repeat, curiously peeking up at him.

“Leave New York, explore somewhere new,” Bucky reiterates, his features relaxed as he looks down upon you with an adoring gaze. “Be regular people for a few days.”

“I’d like that,” you profess quietly, sighing in contentment when the man pulls you against his chest once more before settling back against the couch. You can feel your eyelids already starting to become heavy, and the soothing circles he rubs into your back doesn’t help. You don’t want this moment with Bucky to end, but you also know that there’s so much to look forward to.

“Bucky?” You hum quietly after allowing your eyes to flutter shut.

“Yes, doll?”

“When we go away for the weekend, can we be regular people in a relationship?”

You feel his body gently shake from the quiet laugh he lets out at your response. You feel his lips press to your forehead as you drift to sleep, missing his answer when he replies, “I’d want nothing more.”

~~~

You slept through the rest of the night without issue; Bucky’s comforting presence was enough to lull you into a peaceful rest, and you entrusted him to chase away the nightmares for you. The two of you remained entangled together on the couch all the way until sunrise, and neither of you had bothered to consider the repercussions of your actions in the morning.

“I feel bad waking them,” Steve sighs, arms crossed over his chest as he and Natasha look down on your sleeping forms. There’s an almost proud smile on his face as he takes in the sight of his best friend holding the woman of his dreams in his arms.

“Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to let them sleep a little longer,” Natasha notes with a knowing smile before promptly ushering the blond out of the entertainment room. Unbeknownst to either of you, by the time you wake up you’ll be the talk of the tower.

“So how much do you owe Wanda?” Steve asks after quietly shutting the door behind him. Natasha lets out a disappointed sigh.

“I’m out twenty bucks. I bet it would take at least another week before they finally got their heads out of their asses and confessed. But I guess as long as they’re happy…”

“That’s all that matters,” Steve finishes for her with a nod.

The team is happy they’ll no longer have to endure your obvious pining over each other, and they make sure to tell you so when you finally wake up.

It’s an eventful morning to say the least.

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