#i couldn't cover up how uncomfortable i was and she didnt even notice.

[sereniv]

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[nctzanne]

Your Last Name

♡ doctor!mark x fem!Reader.♡ smut, fluff if you use glasses

WARNINGS!: use of alcohol and drugs, explicit content, not sex but mentions of it.

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: I just want you to give it a try and read it AAAH

𝑅𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡?: no, an idea i've had since i started stanning NCT

𝐴𝑛𝑛𝑒'𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑜𝑢𝑔𝘩𝑡𝑠 & 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠: As i said above, this is an idea I've had for sOOOOOO many months, so I really wanted it to make it happen. It was on my drafts for a long time. Thank you so so much if you take the time to read this.

You noticed when your mind woke up suddenly, but without opening your eyes, slowly bringing you back to reality. You tasted your own mouth dry as a bone, with a metalic flavor on it, typical scenario when we talk about hangovers. The headache that invaded you so suddenly made you grab your forehead, almost if you brain was going to explode right there. The smell of fermentation on the room -or wherever you were- made you nauseous, so you stayed still to avoid vomiting everything you consumed the night before. A light breathing woke you up from your trance and inner speech, you could even feel the warmth of it on your shoulder. That's when you realize you were not alone, totally opposite of that, you were cornered by arms twice your size, avoiding you to move on the super duper comfortable position you were in. You still didn't want to open your eyes to notice who the lucky guy was, but you could smell the hints of tequila on his breath. When that hit your nose, you turned around abruptly by instinct, trying to avoid the smell. You opened my eyes a little, just to be able to locate yourself in space-time.

A room hotel, there's where you were. White walls reflected the light that came from outside of the giant windows, making you cover your eyes with the hand that wasn't under the grip of this unknown guy. Once your eyes get used to the light, you remembered that you were at Bora-Bora for vacations with your best friend. You can hear the eagles screaming way too loud for your irritable state, but just noticing where you were made you feel more calmed. "At least I'm here and they didn't kidnap me" You thought, finally grabbing the courage to turn around and see who exactly was the guy that had a night of passion with you.

"Sure, shit"

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-Wait, repeat it to me, who did you meet? -You asked incredulously, looking at how your friend Rosé was overflowing with emotion and nervousness.

-Do you know this famous band?- She told you a name that you couldn't identify, you automatically shake your head-Anyways, while I was waiting for you on the beach I met with Jaehyun, the bass player, we talked a little and he invited us for a few drinks with his friends!- She talked so fast that you had a hard time processing all the information that was given to you.

-And that's it, a random guy talks to you and you say yes?. He could be a serial killer-

-Ah c'moooon, he's a superstar, it will be funn!!!-

So, a not so official date with guys from a band. Sure, excellent idea.

-Okay, are they handsome at least?- You asked with disinterest

-You can't imagine, y/n, so prepare yourself as well as possible, they will fall for you- she approached the small bridge that united your cabins in the middle of the sea, while she blowed you a flirtatious kiss.

You just laughed and walked towards the windows, admiring the sea. You were literally in paradise, your bedrooms floated above the ocean, the white sand was not so far from where you were staying in, and the horizon was clearer than ever. How lucky you were to have a friend who helped you get over your breakups with a very casual trip to Bora Bora at the Four Seasons hotel. Loneliness invaded you for a second and you decided to get ready for the long-awaited meeting that you would have with her friends.

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A white beach dress with pink heels and your tan is enough, with the right makeup obviously. It was already 7 pm and your nervous friend looked at her cell phone while texting with someone

-Is it him?- You ask, trying to peek behind her shoulder to see if you could figure out what they're talking about.

-Yes, he is telling me he's here at the bar but he doesn't see us-

-Of course, we are sitting, let me raise my hand- and so you did it.

-Here!!!!- Your friend screams in excitement when she sees 3 tall figures approaching to you. They seemed to walk on a slow pace, almost like the came out of a movie. And yes, your heart almost stopped for a good 10 seconds. Three guys, my gosh, models? What were they again?. God definitely had preferences for some human beings.

The fact that they aere so handsome and well… structured made you blush. Jaehyun, Johnny and ...

-Mark, nice to meet you- the youngest of the 3 of them greeted me, with a dazzling smile that makes his dimples appear. You bit your lip and studied his entire face so that you would never forget him again. -y/n, nice to meet you too-

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Nothing more and nothing less than Mark Lee himself. His makeup was completely smeared, traces of mascara under his closed eyes. His forehead and nose were reflecting the daylight a bit. It was a hot morning (or evening), and having you next to his body was obviously going to make him sweat. His open, broken lips gave off that smell of alcohol that made you sick. But despite of everything, your sight softened after a couple of seconds. He was sleeping so peacefully, and he was clinging to you like his life depended on it, so you couldn't help but smile.

-Mark... wake up- you whispered softly while you tried to get up.

-Hmmmh, what time is it?- his morning voice made my stomach tingle a bit, your sight never leaving his figure while he starts waking up.

He squinted while he sit up in bed slowly, ruffling his own hair. It was obvious that he was in the same blank state you were a few minutes ago, and you could tell by how he confusingly looked around at the room, until his eyes reached at you. His face expression softened, giving you a shy smile.

-Do you need some clothes?- he asked, blushing when he studied your naked torso with lazy eyes. You realized that you both were entirely naked, and you rushed to cover your breasts with your arms, just to earn a pure laugh from him, that made your head resonate in pain.

-We fucked, y/n, no need to hide- Mark put all his weight on his left elbow, getting closer to you while tilting his face flirtatiously. That made you cheeks go red as ever.

-Yes, but I don't remember anything so your point is automatically invalid- His body hovered yours so fast that you couldn't even process what was happening, until he pecked your lips.

-I remember everything, so I will refresh your memory-

You burst out laughing while he deposited soft pecks all over your face. The situation was so sweet, but it didn't make you feel uncomfortable at all. He interrumpted his love actions and looked at you hungrily.

-Mark, I barely can keep myself awake, i feel like I'm going to puke...-You warned him, reading his intentions.

-Okay okay- he looked down defeated- At least, can we cuddle a bit more? I promise I can make the hangover feel better- He tangled his legs and arms to your body, resting his face on your collarbones.

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Everything on that evening was talking about the mortality of a crab. Basics like where you were from, what do you do for a living and relationship status open the conversation.

Your attention was drawn to Mark when he started to introduce himself. As a Medicine student, he decided with his 2 best friends that were part of a band to go on a trip to relax due to the busy schedules that consumes their time. The three live together on a small apartment in Korea, where the rent is expensive so they can make it more affordable.

Bora-bora was the destination of their choice. It seems that the band called NCT 127 draw lot of attention from crazy fans who followed them EVERYWHERE, so an expensive place like so would be easier to have a time for them on their own.

Mark spoke always adding "like" between his words, he liked to lay back when he was sipping on his piña colada, but got closer to the table when you talked about your experience as a journalist.

He tried so hard to show interest on a topic he had no idea about, that his questions were kinda clueless, but it was obvious that it was his way to not cut the attraction and chat between you and him. It was a sexual tension you could feel by kilometers, every gaze you had was followed by a shy smile, and you felt tingles on your body everytime you had a bit of interaction.

-Do you guys do shots?- Rosé interrumpted the conversation, scanning the boys reaction.

-I mean, that's why we are here- Johnny combed his hair backwards, already feeling heated by the 2 gin tonics he drank in 15 minutes. I couldn't deny, him on a tight black shirt looked hot as fuck, I could notice how Rosé was drooling for him- Excuse me, maa'am- he raised his hand, calling the waitress- 3 rounds of shots please!-

-Man, we had 2 yesterday and you almost puked on the sea, go easyyyy- you could notice the tipsy state from Jaehyun as well. His eyes were almost closed on a thin line and his dorky smile betrayed him. Mark laughed out loud, first time in the night you heard him like that, with his cheeks tinted red. He took a big sip of his piña colada, looking at you directly at the eyes. Actually, you didnt noticed till that moment, but your legs started to feel a bit numb. Quite usual for you when the alcohol gets up on your head.

-I'm in!- you answer to Johnny's idea. Once the blue shots arrive, you quickly grab one.

-Cheers for this night to be special- he screams with a deep voice, and the other 2 guys howl as response while you burst out laughing.

When you decided that the amount of alcohol on your body was enough, you took a chance to go to the beach to sing and dance to the DJ placed randomly in there.

You felt bliss, the EDM music was filling your senses, but you tried to keep your eyes full opened so you could remember the beautiful but blurry view of the sunset.

Together with your new group of friends were a mess. Jumping, screaming, raising your hands like you could touch the sky, everything seemed possible at that moment. Even dancing and getting laid with Mark.

The music had nothing to do with your plan, but you got dangerously close to him, resting your arms on his shoulders. You could see that he chuckled, tilting his head back so he could see you fully. Both of you were drunk as hell, you thought you were killing it with the flirting skills, but probably you just looked like two fools trying not to fall for the obvious drunken state you were.

-Do you wanna kiss me?- you screamed while "Jenny" sounded on the speakers. What kind of question is that?

-Sure I do- his canadian accent made you bite your lip while smiling- Can I?- his voice tried to mimic yours, but you didnt answered, it wasnt necessary.

Your lips collided as you got close at the same time, and Mark wasted no time to open his mouth and let his tongue in your wet cavity. You moaned so loud, because you knew no one could hear it but him. A fierce fight between both of your tongues started, every graze of them would make yourself wetter and wetter. He squeezed your waist and tried to keep you closer to him if it was possible, in his drunk mind he was scared you could run away from him.

Nothing about the context was romantic at all. You both physically liked eachother and just wanted to make out. No love at first sight, no kiss with fireworks behind, just pure desire.

Adrenaline rushed your body when his hands cupped your ass, that was only covered by the thin dress you decided to wear. Nobody near you could care less about what you two were doing it, but for you, everyone was looking at the show you and Mark were offering, and that obviously turned you on.

You bit Mark's lower lip, sucked on it, while opening your eyes to look directly at him. Eyes closed, he was enjoying how you toyed his lips. The hard grip on your skin, and a bulge poking your stomach made you feel powerful, you were loving the effect you caused on him.

Suddenly, an arm made you break your kiss with Mark. You lose your balance so you hug the guy that was pulling you backwards. Johnny.

-Hey, pornstars, we have some nice shit here- he pointed his hand with his eyes. You could see a tiny bag with a white dust inside. You come to your senses and look around at the crowd to try find Rosé, but it was obvious she already was under the influence. She was on Jaehyun's shoulders, enjoying the music. You sigh, chuckling at the sight of her losing her mind.

-Its my first time though- you commented while you look at Johnny spreading the dust on top of his phone screen with one hand using a credit card. You could notice he was an expert at it, you peek to see Mark right by your side looking at the manouvers as hypnotized as you. Probably it was his first time too.

You both snorted the little substance, and it sucked at first. It was so uncomfortable, but it took minutes for you to get used to that weird sensation on your nose.

You didnt even noticed when everything started to amplify. You could feel the summer breeze making its way around you, the taste of Mark's saliva still on your tongue was strong, the colorful tins of the sky while it was dusking looked so enhanced.

A hand grabbed yours, taking you out of your trance, and almost felt like an orgasm. So warm and so soft, made you wanna scream. You turned to see a fucked out Mark, studying your face with dilated pupils, he was almost as horny as you by only grabbing hands.

He caressed yours with his thumb, and it felt like he was fucking you, your body shivered at it. Mark was enjoying it too, so he brought your fingers closer to his mouth and inserted the index one inside, and started to suck on it. You moaned and felt how your pussy clenched at nothing, the saliva coating your finger felt like caramel, if you could explain the feeling.

-Mark if you keep doing that i'm gonna cum- you told him with a warning tone, he was so inmersed on sucking your finger that he jumped when you talked. He was aroused by the situation too.

He smiled with your finger still inside of his mouth, took it out, holded you by your wrist and started to run towards...

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-And we ended up here- Mark sumed up the night while you were laying on his chest, caressing it with the tip on your fingers. His, on the other hand, were playing with the locks of your hair.

-Yeah, i remember now, such a night- and then you snapped- Wait... where the fuck is...-

-Yeah, she was having a threesome with the boys. Dont worry, she was having a good time-Mark answered with a playful tone. Of course, that sounds like a very Rosé thing to do. You let out a breathy laugh.

-We could have joined...- you suggested, looking up at him. He took a few seconds to answer, while his eyes moved from one corner to the other of the ceiling, like he was evaluating that scenario.

-Yeah, and sharing? No thanks- he bit his lip and he looked at you with a greedy smile- I felt so lucky to have you screaming my name over and over-

You hit his shoulder with your fist playfully, and he took that as an answer to keep silent and just enjoy the company of the other.

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2 days went by, you get used to hang out with the boys. All kinds of crazy stuff you could imagine, you were doing it with them, and it felt like heaven. Mark couldnt keep his hands to himself and everytime he had the opportunity, he would make you cum on his fingers or mouth. And the same goes for you, too. Thanks to him, you noticed how good you are at giving blowjobs inside public restrooms.

But nothing lasts forever, sadly, and the last day of your summer vacation arrived. Rosé and you were ready to go back to Seoul, while they would be staying a little bit longer. It hurted, you got used to Mark's attention, and either him or you wanted to ask for eachothers contact. Not because of lack of interest, but because both of you thought that the other saw it as an adventure. You didn't even knew his last name.

His lips devours yours before you could get in the car that was waiting for you on the street -I wont forget you, thanks for this amazing 3 days- he smiled, a tint of sadness on his eyes. You caressed his cheek, pecking his nose, trying to hurry as much as you coulf so you wouldnt start to feel emotional.

-Y/l/n-

He looked at you clueless -What?-

-My last name is y/l/n- you smiled and without waiting for an answer, you close the door of the car.

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-Hey, hey, it's okay- typical of Rosé being so overdramatic. Sure, your finger almost got cut in half while you were trying to cook some carbonara, but it wasnt a big deal, something a few stitches couldn't fix. The only thing that kept your finger from gushing blood out was a piece of toilet paper.

-Please! My friend needs a doctor!!!!- She screamed at the top of her lungs inside the hospital.

-What happened?- a nurse hurried, worried eyes scanning you both.

-She is losing her finger!!!!- Rosé felt she was going to faint.

-Jesus, Rosé, calm down-

The nurse takes a quick look at your finger- Yeah it doesn't look that good, please follow me. You are lucky we don't have that many patients on New Years Eve-

You are guided to a tiny room full of medical stuff, probably where you are going to get your finger sticked together. It hurted as fuck, but you were trying to keep focused on something other than the pain. You looked at the desk with the computer on, and on a hidden corner you noticed a picture of 3 friends, on a place that seemed too familiar to you. Actually, the friends also seemed like an old ones you had... maybe in university? You can't quite remember.

The door opened up while you were trying to dig into your memories , and you looked at the door startled.

-So, Mrs y/n...- that voice, that motherfucking voice. A year has passed. But how the fuck you were supposed to forget it?. You felt your ears buzzing, face heating and heartbeat racing. You were losing your breath and suddenly the pain of your finger got worst and worst.

He didn't turn to look at you, just got inside by looking at his phone, and once he was sit in front of you, his facial expression dropped.

There were the both of you, looking at eachother like dumb teenagers, like your finger wasnt bleeding out, almost like you were backat that bar in Bora-bora again.

-I... uh... yeah, my finger- you stutter, pointing at it. Mark shakes his head, coming back at his professional senses.

Before the medical procedure he performed, he bandaged your finger, and wrote some medicine you had to take for the pain to go away.

-It should be okay on a few weeks, nothing to worry about- he smiled at you, trying to comfort you. You felt your heart drop when he grabbed the healthy of both of your hands and caressed your palm with his thumb, everything felt like a flashback. You looked at him with clueless eyes.

-I... uh... I should come back in a few weeks then- you stuttered, pressing your lips into a thin line while looking at him directly on his eyes. He nods.

-Lee-

You frowned -Huh?-

-My last name is Lee-

[thefatedthoughtofyou]

Do you think you could write a fic where Bucky finds out Sam and Sharon went out on a date and he’s super jealously and shady towards Sharon. Sam questions his behavior and he has to admit his feelings..

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{{{ I LOVED THIS PROMPT SO MUCH AAAHHH! okay so there's not a lot of Sharon cuz i didn't wanna make her like? Idk, i didnt wanna have to go into the whole, she's the power broker thing in here cuz i knew if i put more of her i would NOT be able to stop myself, which is good cuz this got longer than i meant anyway!!! BUUUUUUUT THE TENSION IN HERE!! I was shaking as i wrote it THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SENDING IT INNNN!!!! ENJOY GUYS! 💖💖💖💖💖 }}}

Ao3

Shattered Glass

She's touching him.

Again.

They'd been working with Sharon off and on for a few months. She, apparently, had some intell on some pretty bad guys, courtesy of her time in Madrapoor. Sam and Bucky had been helping her track them down. Sam and Sharon working together most of the time. Her and Bucky didn't exactly get along. They didn't work well together. And this was only making it worse.

He'd noticed it about a week in. The touching. It was so... casual. She would just reach out and touch him. When she was talking, she'd reach out and touch his wrist, or his arm, her finger tips brushing his skin as she spoke. Bucky bit his lip, forcing something down, he wasn't even sure what, didn't want to examine that right now.

The longer they worked together the more she seemed to touch him. She still reached out to him when she talked. But now she'd touch him when she passed him, a hand on his arm, moving across his shoulders as she walked past him as he worked on the couch. Something angry and... violent, stirred inside Bucky, everytime he watched her reach out to him.

It wasn't fair. That she could just do that. Just reach out and touch him. Like it was nothing. Like it was okay. Like he was hers. Bucky started leaving. He couldn't just sit around waiting for leads and watching her touch Sam. It made his skin itch.

He watched her walk past the couch again, her hand moving across Sam's shoulders slowly, her eyes on Bucky, he clenched his jaw and looked away, his stomach turning, filling a glass with whiskey and taking a long swig. The liquid burned on the way down and did nothing to stop that itch under his skin.

"Ya know Sam?" Sharon's voice carried, Bucky turned, just a fraction, just enough to see her fingers tugging on the hem of Sam's shirt sleeve.

"Hmm?" Sam hummed, not looking at her.

"We should really try another date. Don't you think? It's been awhile." She asked, her lips curved in a smile, her palm pressing to Sam's arm. His head jerked to look at her at the same time Bucky's fingers clenched around the class in his hand, shattering it. He felt his hand burn and looked down, a jagged red line cut across his palm, he blinked and his hand was covered in blood.

"Buck?" Sam's voice now. He blinked hard, swallowing around the scream in his throat, and moved his eyes back to the couch. Sharon was still sitting, her chin resting on her hand on the back of the couch as she looked at Bucky. Sam was standing, also looking at him, concern in his eyes. Bucky cleared his throat and shook his head. He grabbed a towel from behind the bar and wrapped his hand, his feet moving him toward the door.

"Are you okay?" Sam again. His voice closer now.

"I'm fine Sam. I'll see you at-" he stopped himself from saying 'home', his eyes catching Sharon's smirk.

"I'll see you later." He grumbled, opening the door carefully, doing his best not to rip it off the hinges, and walked out.

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He was washing his hand in the bathroom when it hit him. The rage. He balled his bleeding hand into a fist and slammed it into the mirror above the sink, four times, screaming as he did. His chest rising and falling rapidly when the wave of emotion passed. He looked at the shattered mirror, the glass in the sink, and sighed, his shoulders drooping.

He cleaned up the glass, and took what was left of the mirror off the wall, his hand only getting more cuts as he did. He tossed the shattered mirror in the dumpster out back and went back inside, once again washing the blood off his hand. He grimaced as the water ran over the cuts, the jagged line across his palm already looking smaller. He pressed his metal thumb to the cut, hard, making it bleed again, biting his lip with a snarl. And then he heard the front door open and close, his back straightening as he listened.

"Bucky?" Sam called, and Bucky heard his footsteps, moving toward him, the apartment they shared now was small, and Bucky had long since memorized Sam's sounds. He could tell where he was in the apartment at the smallest noise. He looked down at his hand, the blood in the sink, on his fingers.

"Fuck." He whispered to himself, and heard Sam stop in the hall. Bucky had one second, one small, heart stopping second, to realize he hadn't closed the bathroom door. He reached for the door, and then Sam was standing in the doorway.

Bucky just stood there, trying to remember to breathe as he watched Sam's eyes move over the scene. The cut... cuts, on his hand. The blood in the sink. On his fingers. The missing mirror and the glass in the small trashcan. He watched Sam take it all in, the crease between his brows deepening with each new thing he saw. Eventually his eyes landed on Bucky's face, they were full of concern again, and as soon as they met his Bucky looked away. Down at his hand, and then at the floor.

"Where's the mirror?" Sam asked softly, not acusing, Bucky knew he was trying to make a joke, but his heart wasn't in it and he sounded sad.

"It's in the dumpster. I'll buy a new one." Bucky explained, using the least amount of words possible. And then,

"I'm sorry." It was an after thought, but it felt important.

"Buck." Sam sighed his name, breathed it quietly in the space between them. Bucky kept his eyes on the floor.

He watched Sam's feet walk into veiw. Watched Sam's hands lift from his sides. Watched them reach for Bucky's bleeding hand, before cradling it gently. Bucky's eyes fluttered but he forced them to stay open. Sam's hands moved his between them, turning it over to see Bucky's bruised and bloodied knuckles. Bucky heard him sigh as he turned his hand back over, his fingers circling Bucky's wrist as he looked at the cut in his palm.

"What happened?" Sam asked, his voice still quiet. Bucky's brow furrowed.

"I broke the glass. And then I killed the mirror." Bucky explained, talking slowly, like he was explaining things to a child, Sam was observant, he figured he'd put it together. He heard Sam huff a laugh, his finger moving gently over the healing cut in Bucky's palm.

"I mean," he paused, ducking down low enough that Bucky couldn't help meet his eyes and raise his head a little.

"You've been acting strange... More strange." Sam said, his head tilting to the side, a small smile on his lips. Bucky swallowed, trying hard to keep looking at Sam, and failing. His eyes dropped to his hand again, fixing on Sam's hands holding his.

"I'm just worried about you." Sam said, his fingers gripping Bucky's wrist a little tighter. Bucky closed his eyes, swallowing again, his throat feeling tight. He cleared it, and looked up at Sam again.

"I told you. I'm fine." He said, hearing how unconvincing he sounded as the words left his mouth. Sam looked at him, that look of concern deepening even more, his beautiful eyes locked on Bucky like he couldn't look away. Bucky frowned, feeling uncomfortable under the scrutiny, and pulled his hand out of Sam's grip. He moved it hard, yanking it away from Sam, holding it to his stomach instead before turning back to the sink, away from Sam.

"You're fine." Sam said, repeating his words back to him, sounding unconvinced. Bucky nodded, turning the water back on and running his hand under it, scrubbing too hard at the healing cut, the middle bleeding again as he pressed his fingers against the skin with a grimace.

"Bucky stop." Sam's voice was firm, but Bucky ignored him, biting his lip and pressing his fingers down again. A small bubble of blood blooming and then washing away.

"I said stop, damn it!" Sam said, grabbing Bucky's wrist again, yanking Bucky's hand out of his own grasp as he turned Bucky back toward him. He grabbed the hand towel from the wall and pressed it to Bucky's palm instead, his palm pressed warmly to the back of Bucky's hand. Bucky frowned down at their hands, his heart beating fast as Sam leaned closer to turn off the running water, swaying into his space and then back out again.

"What the fuck is going on with-"

"You went on a date?" Bucky asks, cutting off the question, because he doesn't wanna talk about it. Doesn't wanna talk about all the feelings scratching and biting at each other inside himself.

"Wait, what?" Sam asked, Bucky's eyes jump to his face. He looks confused. Probably thinks he didn't hear him right.

"You. And ...her. You went on a date?" Bucky says, slowly, not sure if all the effort he was putting into keeping his voice calm was working. Sam's confused frown melted into something else, a different look, maybe three separate different looks, Bucky couldn't  be sure. Sam was hard to read on a good day, and this was decidedly not a good fucking day.

"We..." Sam sighed.

"I mean yeah. We did." He shrugged. Bucky took a deep breath, taking his hand away from Sam's again, slowly this time. He pressed his tongue into his cheek and nodded.

"Yeah." He said, and turned back to the sink, sitting the towel on the edge of it, inspecting the cut on his palm as Sam stood silently by the door, staring at him. The edges of the cut had closed now, the middle healing slower, probably because Bucky kept fucking shoving his fingers into it. He turned his hand over, looking at the bruising on his knuckles, the were healing too, looking at least a day old already.

"It was before the blip." Sam said, breaking the silence. Bucky took a deep breath, bit his lip and rested his hands on the sink, leaning on it, his head down.

"It was before the blip. It was one date. And that's it. Nothing else. Nothing happened." Sam said, his voice insistent. Bucky felt him move closer, taking a step into the small room. His heart was pounding in his ears. His mind a film of all the times he'd watched her touch him over the last few months, he shook his head slowly. He heard Sam take a deep breath.

"Buck-"

"The way she touches you." Bucky said, his voice small, his chest aching, that familiar burning in his throat and eyes, pressure trying to escape. He looked at Sam then, turning his head, only his head, to face him. His eyes were wide, and locked on Bucky. Bucky shook his head again.

"The way she touches you." He repeated, to make sure Sam was hearing him.

"She does it all the time. And it's easy. For her. Every time she's near you she's touching you. Your arm. Your wrist. Your shoulder. Your back. She's always fucking touching you." Bucky grits out, his jaw nearly locking from the tension inside him. Sam's shoulders droop as he sighs, his face softening as he looks at Bucky.

"It's not-"

"It is!" Bucky says, voice rising, turning fully to Sam now, his hands shaking at his sides.

"It is. All the fucking time. Any time she wants. And she's doing it on purpose! Keeps fucking looking at me when she touches you cuz she knows that I-" he inhales sharply, his chest tightening as his eyes go wide. His hands clenching, middle finger digging into the shrinking cut on his palm. And the way Sam was looking at him. Fuck. He should have kept his fucking mouth shut.

"That you what?" Sam asks, he's whispering now. Bucky stares at him, his chest rising and falling like he'd just been running a fucking a race. His stomach turns again as he looks at Sam, looking at him. He opens his mouth, he could tell Sam, right now. Just say the words. He listens to his own heart beat like a drum in his ears and closes his mouth, shaking his head instead, his brow furrowed, he bites his lip.

Sam takes another step closer, and there's nowhere for Bucky to go, unless he wants to climb into the fucking tub, but that would look like he's running. And he wasn't going to run from Sam fucking Wilson in their own fucking house. He presses back against the sink instead, the porcelain cold against his ass and thighs. Sam takes another fucking step. Bucky digs his teeth into his lip, frowning deeper, pressing back more, trying to keep a little space between them. His eyes are on the floor, or Sam's shoes, there's not enough floor between them now.

"That you what?" Sam says again, his voice still a whisper. Bucky chances a glance at him and almost bolts. His eyes. They're looking at Bucky and he can see it. He can see that Sam knows. Knows what he was going to say. And he's staring at Bucky now. Waiting. But he's still here. He knows what Bucky was going to stay and he didn't leave. He moved closer. Bucky licks his lips, and looks up at Sam, keeping eye contact now.

"She knows that I'm jealous." Bucky breathes, feeling his chest flutter and release the tension he'd been holding. Sam's eyes widen once, quickly, and he nods, once.

"Knows that I-" he takes a deep breath, looking away again because it's too much. The look Sam's giving him is too much.

"I wish it was me. That I could do that. Just reach out and touch you the way that she does. But I-" he takes a shaky breath, his head hanging, his hands shaking again as he flexes them at his sides.

"Bucky." Sam breathes, and then he takes another step, his foot settling between Bucky's boots now he's so close.

"Touch me." Sam breathes, Bucky feels his breath on his skin and snaps his head up to look at him. There's a soft smile on his lips and his eyes are warm, moving over Bucky's face like he's trying to memorize it.

"Wha-"

"You can touch me." He says, nodding slowly as his eyes continue to map Bucky's face.

"I-" Bucky tries, his words getting stuck in his throat, his brow furrowing. Sam moves slowly, reaching out, his fingers curling around Bucky's wrists gently and moving his hands up, settling them agaisnt his own chest. Bucky's nearly panting now, swears he is, his heart beat so loud it's making his ears ring, but Sam's hands are so warm, his chest so firm and sturdy under Bucky's palms, his fingers around Bucky's wrists grounding him.

"Touch me." Sam says again, his smile curling his lips as he moves his thumb over Bucky's metal wrist. Bucky stares at Sam, his eyes lingering on his lips and that soft smile there, and he does as he's told.

He moves his hand out of Sam's grip, lifting his arm until he can press his fingertips to the lines on Sam's forehead, he presses his skin to Sam's and sighs. He moves his fingers over Sam's face slowly, tracing touches down the side of his face, trailing his finger over the bridge of Sam's nose, moving his thumb across his high cheekbones before moving down. He takes a deep breath and moves his thumb slowly over Sam's bottom lip, licking his own lips as he does. Sam presses a kiss to his thumb, a barely there pressure that has Bucky's knees shaking.

Sam's thumb is still moving agaisnt his metal arm and the sentions mixing together are making his head swim. He moves his hand down, rests it on Sam's shoulder, palm pressed against his neck. He feels Sam shiver and looks up at him. Sam is still smiling, that soft look still in his eyes. Bucky blinks at him, slowly.

"Hi." He says, his own lips curling to smile back.

"Hey." Sam says, his smile growing the longer Bucky looks at him. Sam moves his free hand to Bucky's cheek, making him shiver now as he moves his thumb across his cheek.

"How's your hand?" Sam asks, voice low. Bucky takes a deep breath, lifts his palm away from Sam's neck a little, there's a bright pink line across his palm, but no more blood. He moves his hand back, pressing his fingers into Sam's neck, making him shiver again, and nods.

"It's good. Healing." Bucky says. Sighing when Sam presses closer, resting himself agaisnt Bucky.

"And the bruises?" Sam asks, leaning forward until their noses are almost touching. Bucky glances toward Sam's neck, where his hand is resting, his knuckles a collage of purples, greens, and yellows. He nods again, slowly, his eyes moving back to Sam's face, lingering on his mouth. Sam's lips twitch, a smile flickering there. Bucky watches him, sees him press closer as he looks at Bucky's lips. Bucky moves back, his hand on Sam's chest pressing down. Sam frowns at him.

"I'm sorry about the mirror." Bucky says, frowning himself. He hated breaking things. Hated giving in to that anger inside him. That violence. Sam's frown melted as he moved both his hands to Bucky face, cradling his head, holding him.

"I know you are. It's okay." He moved forward again, pressing his lips gently to Bucky's before pulling back again, Bucky's skin burning from his touch.

"It's okay." He whispered, nodding, looking into Bucky's eyes. And Bucky knew he wasn't talking about the mirror anymore, not completely. He opened his mouth, letting Sam in as he pulled him closer, Bucky grabbing at his hips, fingers digging into Sam's skin, making him moan into Bucky's mouth. He swallowed it greedily and moved his hands up Sam's back, pulling him closer as their tongues pressed together.

Bucky was shaking, his skin tingling with heat as Sam wrapped his arms around his shoulders, and kissed down his neck, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Bucky whined when Sam rolled his hips against him, smirking into his shoulder. He did it again and Bucky had to grab at Sam's arms to stay upright. Sam moved his hands to Bucky's thighs and lifted him, sitting him on the sink. Bucky gasped and blinked rapidly when Sam looked at him, the beautiful toothy grin on his face.

"I've got you." Sam said with a nod, his thumb moving over Bucky's bottom lip. Bucky pressed his lips to it, mirroring Sam's motions from before. Sam sighed happily and moved forward again, pressing his forehead to Bucky's.

"I know." Bucky sighed, his hand tangling in the front of Sam's shirt before he pulled him into another kiss.

Sam held him, hands on his waist, as Bucky's hands moved over his body. Bucky grabbed and pulled and soothed, his hands touching as much of him as he could reach. Touching his hands. His arms. His shoulders. His hips. His back. Sam kissed him, deep and soft, as he touched him. He moaned into the kisses, and Sam's firm grip. And his hands kept moving. Finding new things to touch. He smiled into Sam's kiss, his head somehow rushing with thoughts, and singularly focused on one thing.

Sam.

He was touching Sam. His heart pounding in his chest as his hands moved. His skin burning, head swimming as he and Sam smiled agaisnt each other, their teeth clicking, as Bucky touched him.

And touched him.

And touched him.

And touched him.

[bonny-kookoo]

Floating around

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook/Chubby!reader

Genre: pure fluff this is innocent I swear

Summary: basically just fluffy cute bath time with jk

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Ah, the body wash was what she forgot to buy. It wasnt like she already ran out, but she had a habit of always trying to have everything replaced before something like that happened- much more now, since she started to live with Jungkook. It was still weird, since its barely been a month, but she's been living by herself before, so its awkward to adapt to having someone come home every day.

Her hand flinched a bit when she accidentally brushed the steady stream of water coming out of the faucet of the bathtub- things like that happened often when she was too caught up with her inner thoughts. But just like that, the door opened; the steady jingling of keys on the other side giving away that the person was Jungkook. No one else had a key. Why would someone anyway.

"Y/N?" He called while he took off his shoes, his voice muffled by his constant moving, but still understandable. She called back a hello, giving away where she was, smiling when his footsteps made it upstairs to her, the creaking of the stairs music to her ears. She thought it was a charming point in this apartment, and he had come to enjoy it now as well, since she'd given him a different point of view on the past annoying feature. It seemed to be a hobby of hers; turning the bad things into good ones, and he couldn't say that he didnt like it. It gave him a sense of happiness in his life that he never truly missed- but now cant understand how he managed to survive without.

"Are you gonna take a bath?" He asked, placing a chaste kiss to her temple. He was careful, knowing that she was still a bit skittish like a deer; he understood it wasnt because he made her uncomfortable, but because she wasnt used to it. He felt like that too. So it was okay. He would slowly make her grow out of her little shell, while growing himself as well.

"Ah, no, I thought you might need it, uh, since you texted me and said dance practice was tiring.?" She said, not looking at him, but smiling. It was like she was still in her shell, but with her hand reaching, softly telling him that shes trying. That was okay for him. It would always be.

"Ooh, nice! Yeah, I could really use that right now.." he said, not thinking when he took off his shirt, putting it into the hamper. His girlfriend stood there, still facing the tub until he had discarded all his clothes, stepping into the hot water without thinking really. The foam covered him mostly, so she had nothing to worry about. But it still made her blush, knowing that he was.. well, completely bare.

Concerning that topic, Jungkook had been a complete gentleman, offering her selflessly to wait forever if she needed that, until they'd take things to a more physical level. He was mindful of her in terms of not making any suggestive jokes, or calling his hyungs out softly when they did such a thing around her, not wanting her to feel uncomfortable at any given time.

But maybe he could take a step further towards the skittish angel?

"Ah, Y/n, actually.." he started when she had smiled and went to walk out of the bathroom. She stopped, trying to focus her vision on the bathroom tiles next to his face then his bare shoulders. "I'd.. I'd really like it if you'd join me.." he immediately started waving his hands when he noticed her tense up a little. "You dont have to! I just.. dont know, I just thought- Aish, nevermind really." He said, now turning a bit red around the tips of his ears as well.

However, she didnt walk out, but stepped back inside. "Can you uh.. close your eyes until I.. like, am inside.?" She said. She was pretty self conscious about her body when it came to her bare self- otherwise she carried herself with a sort of confidence that wasnt overbearing but charming; like she didnt care at all about it, in a good sense. He nodded, closing his eyes, and she slowly started to undress, stepping inside the tub as well- her back facing him. "You uh.. I'm in." She simply said, and he opened his eyes.

He had seen his fair share of girls before. He wasnt a virgin anymore by any means, however, he never thought he could find the simple backside of a person so endearing as he did in that moment. His eyes traced over her shoulders, tried to memorize every small tiny spot of darkened skin, the way her spine curves a little, how her hair began to wetten at the tips, turning darker with the weight of water on them. He smiled, feeling like he just won a championship.

"Can you turn around for me princess?" He said softly, in that tone of voice he used whenever they were alone. It wasnt suggestive or anything like that; it was soft like velvet, encouraging as well as comforting. She didnt move.

"I.. what if you dont like what you see?" She simply mumbled, her spine curving more as she pressed her knees closer to her chest.

"Ah, that won't happen. It's you, so I'll love what I'll see. I already love what I see now." He giggled a little, testing the waters by softly touching a spot on her shoulder. "Like that tiny mole. Its cute." He said, and she slowly moved, turning around.

She still had her knees tight to her chest, covering her breasts completely from his view. He smiled at her like he was completely bewitched, and in reality, he kind of was. In his eyes she was the most adorable picture, sitting in front of him, being so unbelievably brave. Shed neve showed him so much skin before.

"Can I?" He gently said over the sound of water moving when he softly placed his hands on her knees. He still wasnt suggestive, he simply wanted her to stretch out her legs. It was like walking a tightrope; he never knew when he'd step too fast and loose his balance with her, but he had to try.

And after a moment, she started to stretch her legs out, placing them over his, and he started to widen his eyes.

There were no funny thoughts in his mind, but the word enchanting filled his brain instead. She'd always been insecure about her slightly chubby figure, the way her chest seemed too big for her otherwise very small body- her legs were long compared to the rest, but her height was still short, the top of her head barely reaching a little under his shoulder. She always complained. He loved it. It made him feel like he could protect her. Maybe it was a bit primitive, but it made him feel manly. It made him feel good.

"Wuah.." he simply said, not showing her too openly how entranced he really was. "Look, the moles there almost form your zodiac sign! I think.. I dont know? Gotta Google that later on.." he said, resting his arm on the side of the tub, his hand supporting his head. He smiled, wide, his nose scrunching up a bit, his eyes sparkling. She giggled a bit.

"What?" She asked. He laughed.

"Nothing. You're just really pretty." She laughed again. He loved the sound.

"Say it."

"Say what?"

"That you're pretty." She pouted a bit. He fell in love even deeper.

"Why?"

"Because you are." He said, hand moving to brush a bit of hair away from her face, careful not to get any soapy water into her eyes.

She didnt say anything.

"Come on. You are?"

She giggled. Her ears turned red. He smiled. Tried again.

"You are?"

She began to laugh now. He didnt give up.

"You are? Come on baby it's not that hard, you are?"

"Pretty." She mumbled. He began to tease.

"What?"

"Pretty.?" He smiled again crossing his arms over his chest.

"What?"

"I am pretty!" She said, and he smiled again, his cheeks hurting. But in the best ways.

"That you are." He said, and leaned forward, kissing her lips. She smiled into it. He smiled too. They laughed.

And eventually, they fell in love even deeper.

[hobgoblinorbit]

Khaki Wacky | Steve Rodgers

summary: on a mission to save bucky, natasha figures out you were steves first kiss. in the process, you spilled the beans to him how you were oh so khaki wacky for him

genre: fluff(?)

pairing: steve rodgers x reader

date: 5-26-20

word count: 1k-1.3k

warnings: kissing, self-doubt, 40's slang

You felt awkward. It really shouldnt be the time to feel awkward, since considering, you were currently running away from evil men who were after you, Steve and Natasha. But you just couldn't help it. After Natasha made the quick decision to make Steve and her act like they were a laughing couple, again, you walked quietly behind them, feeling very, very awkward.

It wasn't a surprise, really. You had been there with him in the 40's growing up together. And had been there when the plane crashed.  You weren't the type to be jealous when Steve was with someone, God no, but you certainly were the type to feel awkward. Feeling like a third wheel and feeling like he may or may not remember about your crush on him.

Before Steve had crashed the plane, you may or may not decided to express how you felt. Well more so showed him how you felt. Which ended up with kissing the poor, scared man as you both crashed to your doom.

You were so distracted that you didn't realize you were on an escalator now. You, behind Steve, and Natsha in front of him. Natasha noticed the boss man was on the opposite side of them going up, so she turned towards Steve quickly.

"Kiss me" She said. You choked on the water you somehow managed to get while Steve looked confused. Natasha glanced your way before going back to Steve. "Public displays of affection make people very uncomfortable"

Steve glanced over his shoulder to you but you werent looking. "Yes, they do" Natasha looked at you once more but with a mischievous look and grabbed Steve by the neck and kissed him. You avoided looking and put your attention somewhere else. You saw the boss man look at them but looking away just as fast.

Glad you weren't the only one uncomfortable with their kissing.

Natasha let go of his neck and turned back around. "You still uncomfortable?" She said with a smug smirk that neither of you caught. She walked down the rest of the way on the  escalator with you and Steve following behind.

"Not exactly the words I would use"

♡

You were in the backseat of a truck, with Steve as driver and Natasha in the passenger seat. They were bickering about how they got the truck. Steve telling her to take her feet off the dash causing you to chuckle. He was still the same old Steve.

It was quiet in the truck until Natasha got your attention. "Was that your first kiss since 1945?" She was looking at Steve, expecting an answer, and now you were too. You had feared and hoped that he somehow managed to remember that day on the plane.

Steve looked at you in the rear view mirror. Catching you stare at him had your face flush, mimicking the embarrassment on his face. Natasha followed Steve's gaze and looked back at you. "I knew it! You're the one that kissed him!" She exclaimed and pointed at you. She laughed as she saw Steve blushing more then ever now.

"We were on the plane and I decided to tell this fat head that I was khaki wacky for him since we were going under but he didnt believe me." You said frustrated with a huff and sat back, crossing your arms and legs. Natasha looked confused. It didn't hit you until you remembered she wasnt born in the 40's, obviously. So she didnt quite understand what you had said.

"Can you say it English?" You laughed and looked at Steve. You raised your eyebrow at him. "Care to translate for me, Stevie?"

The truck came to a stop in the front of the abandoned head quarters. Steve was the one to turn towards you now. "I didn't know you felt that way. Why didn't you ever tell me?"

Oh my gosh...

"You are one big idiot, Stevie." You told him. Natasha sat qiuetly watching the two of you. It felt like she was in the middle of a rom-com.

Steve looked confused. What did you mean by that? Besides the fact that you had just confessed your love for him, he was still confused. How could you like such a scrawny kid like him?

It was like you read his thoughts when you answered...or maybe he said it out loud, he didnt know. He was to busy trying to calm his heart from beating out of his chest.

"Stevie, I was there whenever you got beat up. I was there, defending you, when you told Bucky you wanted to go to the military." You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. Saying what you really wanted to say at the time when the plane was crashing now had felt like a weight lifting off your shoulders.

Steve went silent and if you weren't so focused on him you would have noticed Natasha stepping out of the car, leaving you two to talk.

Before he said anything you continued. "Stevie, I joined the military with you. Not because you think I thought you needed protection but because I cared for you. I wanted to be with you"

Steve contorted his body, somehow sitting backwards in the seat now. You wanted to laugh, seeing such a huge man trying to fit in the small space, but you were too caught up in your emotions. He reached down for your hand and grabbed it softly, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles.

This had brought you back down memory lane. Steve always held your hand so softly whenever you two were having deep conversations.

"You liked me even before the serum? Why..." he trailed off and looked down at your hand that was holding his. He cleared his throat before continuing, squeezing your hand. "Why didn't you ever tell me?"

"Stevie, its kind of hard to change your mind once you're set on something. And besides, I thought I made it pretty obvious whenever you got stood up on dates. Or when ever I defended you, whether that'd be from Bucky or even those shit heads in alley ways. Or how I-"

Steve covered your mouth with his finger to stop your ranting. "Okay, okay. Maybe I am a bit of a fat head" He smiled, so bright that you thought you were going blind. "I like you too" He took your finger off your mouth, and quickly replaced it with his own. Steve lips were rough but gentle as he pulled you closer by your hand that he was holding. Warming your heart as he rubbed his thumb over your knuckles again. It would have lasted longer if there wasn't a tap on the trucks window.

You separated swiftly and looked at Natasha, who was now leaning on the truck door with her arms crossed. "C'mon lovebirds. We've got work to do" She laughed and closed the door, walking back to the head quarters.

Steve coughed awkwardly and blushed when he heard you laugh. He let go of your hand, twisting back and stepping out of the truck. You following behind him, your laughs turning into quiet giggles.

"Stop laughing, that was embarrassing" He nudged your side playfully but you only smiled and hugged your arms around his. "I'm just happy that you like me back" He looked down at you softly with a smile. You, pecking his cheek as you let go of his arm to catch up with Natasha.

"Me too" he whispered before jogging to catch up with you.

a/n: feels good to post again. im always lacking confidence. please feel free to request and give me constructive criticism so i can improve. also i actually suck at writing summarys

khaki wacky: boy crazy

fat head: idiot

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[barnesandrogersfanfics]

With All Your Heart - Part 3

"Jesus Y/N where is your head at today?" Nat scolded you as she knocked you on my ass for the 100th time in the past hour.

"In the gutter Nat where else" you smirk at her, it wasn't a lie! All you kept thinking about was Bucky!! How nice it was waking up in his arms.... how you wanted more!

"We need to get you laid girl!" Nat laughed holding her hand out to help you up off the floor.

"I know right!" You admitted whilst grabbing your towel from the side and wiping the sweat from your brow "I've got all this pent up energy i need to get out of my system.... even being in here aint helping! Especially when we've got half naked super soldiers standing across from us" you nod in the direction of where Steve and Bucky were working out in just a pair of shorts, both doing weights and making the most sexual grunting noises you have ever heard in a gym!!

"Is it just me or are those grunting noises...."

"Sounding very sexual??" She finished and nodded her head "its not just you"

"Oh thank god" you laughed and caught the attention of the two grunting soldiers.

"You ladies okay?" Steve called over sitting up on the bench.

"Peachy Cap" you called back while turning your back to them to hide your laughing.

"You sure?? You seem to find something quite amusing"

"Its nothing Steve, just girl talk" Nat winked at him as you both walked over to the treadmills.

"Well if you need anything we'd be happy to assist you" he said politely and Nat and you both burst out laughing before starting a quick paced jog on the treadmills.

"What??" You hear Steve ask as he walked over to us, he wanted to know what was going on now. Bucky was looking over curious to what we were talking about.

"The kinda help she needs is a little outta your job description Steve"

"Natasha!!" You snap shaking your head at her, the woman had no filter sometimes.

"Oh.... oh you mean...."

"Sex Steven, you can say it. Its not a bad word" Nat said teasing him at how uncomfortable he looked.

"Nat leave him alone" you say hitting the stop button and slowly coming to a stop.

"Steve can you help me stretch, if i don't do it properly I'm gonna cramp like a bitch later"

"S..sure" he nodded quickly with a smile and walked over to the mats. He led you through some basic stretches, then he was kneeling between your legs pushing one back towards your chest a little further than you could manage on my own. It felt so good you let out a quiet moan and instantly felt your cheeks flush red "you okay?" Steve asked looking concerned, you nod quickly and laughed nervously "yeah I'm fine, that just felt really good"

"Oh my god get a room you two" Nat laughed as she walked passed.

"Nat i swear to god I'm gonna kick your ass you keep on" you called after your best friend.

"You don't stand a chance while that mind of yours is in the gutter Stark!"

"Shes right" you huff throwing your arm over your eyes dramatically.

"That we should get a room??" Steve asked wide eyed making you laugh.

"No, about me not standing a chance while my mind is in the gutter" you sat up and tapped him on the arm "don't worry cap i wont corrupt you".

"Maybe id corrupt you" he shrugged casually "how would you know??"

"Fair point" you smirked getting to your feet "id be too much for you to handle though Cap" you say patting his chest and walking out.

"See ya later Buck" you smile sweetly at him as you passed.

"What the hell was that about??" Bucky asked Steve once they were alone, Steve shook his head looking just as confused as Bucky.

"I have no idea!!"

"Was you coming onto her??"

"I.... i don't think so"

"Well do you like her?"

"Of course i like her"

"You know what i mean!"

"I don't know Buck, i think i just got caught in the moment" he shrugged then looked at his best friend with wide eyes "wait... do YOU like her??"

"W..what.... no of course not" he said quickly but the red blush that crossed his face said he did.

"Bucky you can tell me pal, I'm not going to judge you. It will stay between us i promise" Steve said to his friend, now he thought about it he couldn't believe he didn't see it sooner.

"So what if i do like her Steve?? Y/N will never see me like that" he said sadly.

"How do you know that?? You haven't even given her a chance"

"Come on man if shes into anyone its you! She's always so open and flirty with you. Don't think i haven't noticed the way shes so comfortable around you, the touches between you"

"Maybe shes trying to see if she gets a reaction from you when shes close with me. You were always so stand offish with her.... she didn't think you liked her pal"

"She makes me nervous okay!" Bucky suddenly snapped "i don't know how to act around her! And then she was always sitting there talking about all these terrible dates she was going on.... i couldn't stay and listen to her talk about being with other guys, so id just leave the room"

"Well then maybe you should ask to take her out yourself??" Steve smirked.

"She'd never say yes to me Steve" Bucky said dropping his head sadly.

"Well you better make your move pal, that girl is needing some attention and she'll go on more of those ridiculous dates to get it" he slapped Bucky on the back and went to go take a shower.

***

After the show put on by the super soldiers in the gym and having Steve between your legs while stretching you were super horny! On the way back to your rooms Nat had suggested a girls night which you instantly agreed to. Now you were in the shower with your vibrator trying to relieve some of the sexual tension you were experiencing before going out. Your breathing was heavy as you felt yourself start to clench tighter.... your mind replaying the images of a shirtless Bucky and those amazing grunting noises he had been making. It was enough to send you over the edge and let out a loud moan as your free hand grabbed hold of the wall to steady your wobbly legs.

"Fucking hell" you sighed closing your eyes and trying to catch your breath, this was getting ridiculous! It was then you heard a knocking at your door "just a second" you call out quickly turning off the shower and grabbing a towel, you wrap it around yourself and make your way through your room to open the door.

"Oh.... S..sorry!" Bucky stuttered looking away from you when he saw you in just a towel.

"Its okay Buck" you say smiling up at him "whats up?"

"I just... i thought we could talk"

"Id love that, really i would but I'm getting ready to go out for girls night with Nat and Wanda"

"Oh okay never mind... it was just an idea..." he said looking flustered at you rejecting his offer.

"Hey, how about tomorrow morning? We can go to that diner down the street that you like, Just you and me?" You offer and he smiles instantly.

"Yeah id like that" he nodded "have a nice night" he gave you a smile before making his way back to his room.

****

You chose to wear a tight fitted burgundy dress (that didn't leave too much to the imagination but made you feel sexy) and a pair of black heals, your hair was curled loosely and your make up natural looking with a slight smokey eye. You were ready for a night out with your girls and you felt good about yourself!

You head out to the kitchen to meet Nat and Wanda. Wanda was already out there waiting for us like usual making some drinks before we started our night.

"Y/N dear?" Tony said looking at you over the papers he was reading.

"yes brother?" You say in a tone that warned him you were not in the mood for his witty comments, of course that didnt stop him.

"Did you loose half of that dress??" He asked, making you instantly roll your eyes "i mean your almost exposing your....." he waved his hand over his groin area.

"Im perfectly covered, you cant see anything" you assured him.

"Im just saying you could have picked a dress with a bit more material to it sweetheart"

"I bet Nats is worse than mine and you wont say a word to her"

"Like i said before Nat is not my baby sister"

"Tony im not a baby anymore you dont have to worry about me"

"You will aways be my baby sister and i will always worry about you" he stated simply "im sorry kid but i cant just turn that off".

"Wow!"

"Jesus christ...."

Came the voices of Steve and Bucky as they walked in and saw what you were wearing.

"Oh god your gonna give these old men a heart attack walking around dressed like that Y/N" Tony commented.

"Well i think she looks hot" Wanda smiled hooking her arm through yours and giving you a smile.

"She does! You both do!" Steve nodded

"Hey dont forget about me!" Nat said as she strolled in to join us finally.

"You all look stunning"

"Thank you Steve, we do look pretty hot tonight ladies" Nat said as she pushed the drinks Wanda had made towards us "drink up and lets get this party started!!"

You, Nat and Wanda down your drinks and start to get ready to leave, Bucky had walked over to get a bottle of water from the fridge behind you and as you was about to leave he leaned in and quietly said "you look real nice doll" with a killer smile that made your insides turn to mush. You feel your cheeks burn but wasn't sure if it was from your drink or Bucky's compliment!!

"Thanks Buck" you reply quickly following the girls out before you make a complete idiot of yourself in front of Bucky.

[4m0ngu5]

i dont think anyone I know follows this blog, so I will just say this

last night I had a dream that for some reason I HAD to lose my virginity, so this sleezy old man comes up to me and is like "yo I got it covered" so he takes me to this big warehouse with a bunch of different ppl in it that are around my age and he asks me to choose someone and get it over with. obviously, I didnt know who to choose so i was like idk, so he just chooses for me and to my HORROR he chooses someone that I know (lets call him aiden (cause those are the vibes I get off of him)). irl I play dnd with aiden and I lowkey think he's a little weird.

(Edit) Tw: kinda non con sex (sorry elena its relevent to the plot)

anyway I'm led off to some separate room with like a bed or smth, and to make a long story short aiden has sex with me (we weren't facing each other lmao), but it felt so uncomfortable during it, but for some reason I didn't say anything. afterwords aiden left me just sitting there and disappeared into the crowd.

End tw

i think i just sit in the room for a little while until most of the crowd disperses (edit: i ment to say before that there was a lotta ppl watching me and "aiden" in the room), but then someone approaches me, its someone i didn't know, a girl with a buzzed and bleached blond head ( think like alt tik tok but super cute) she kinda looks like someone I used to work with two years ago (except shes my age i guess). she asks me if I'm ok and i don't really know what i said back but i remember being touched that she cared enough to ask.

our conversation is all a blur now, but I remember thinking that I wish I chose her. she was kind and beautiful (whereas aiden was rude and icky), I don't know how, but I think I must have communicated that with her because all of a sudden were embracing each other (edit: am i from the 18th century?? I mean making out.) , I was hot and she was there and this time I actually wanted it to happen (edit:sex idk if its obvious). and then I woke up.

when I opened my eyes I realised that I woke up because the room was 87 degrees (our thermostat has been broken for a while), so while getting water to try and tryin not to have heat stroke, I had time to reflect on my dream. It was definitely disturbing (since ill have to see aiden today for dnd) but in a way it was also nice. I was always one to question my sexuality, going from str8 to ace to unlabeled to bi... and much flip-flopping between those. Recently I've been thinking (always a bad thing) and I'm wondering if I even like men at all.

the only experiences i have with crushes are more of an obsession (and iv only ever had that happen with men btw - i think its relevent). recently i think i had my first actual crush: its a girl in my MTHR class, she is always early and wears the cutest clothes (crochet bucket hats, crop tops etc,...) one time she actually complimented me, and she noticed i cut my hair when nobody else did. I couldn't stop thinking about what we would be like together, and i came thiiiiis close to asking her to coffee one time (i bet its too late now, idk). its just hard.

all is to say that this dream I had kind of reflects how I feel about men and women. when I think about the men that i had "crushes" on, I was always uncomfortable with the thought of them actually doing anything romantical/sexual with me, but with the women in my life, i find that I actually dont think it would be that bad, and maybe a little good?

Elena if u made it thru congrats lmao, its just a weird dream that i had and i wanted to tell someone about (but this isnt the kind of dream i would even tell ahvasri) n e ways,, hope u werent disturbed or anything lol. I also think u may relate to the subject of questioning (lmao i sound like my dad)