#like unwell about how unwell bucky is but

[sluttyhenley]

never saw the sun shining so bright

MASTERS OF THE AIR for anon (insp)

[myfictionaldreams]

I you are interested I wanted to offer a possible request.

It would be a smutty mafia!stucky one (you can pick which one of them or both if you want)

So I was thinking about the reader topping one of them, but not in a dominant way. Like she was good or something and wanted to reward her by letting her pick anything she wanted and she wanted to ride them while they were restrained.

So (whoever was picked) would be bound to the bed with a blindfold and the reader gets to use them for her pleasure with free rain and cause of the blindfold they feel and hear everything more intensely so they can hear how wet she is as she uses them for her reward.

So she's not dominating them just getting a free use card and can move however she wants unprompted, cum how many times she wants, overstimulate (whoever is used) until she is happy and can use toys on herself too but all they can do is lay on the bed restrained and wait for her to be satisfied before being let go.

This came to me so randomly so I thought it might be an option for you maybe if you liked it. Have a nice day!

Being on Top // Mafia!Stucky x Fem!Reader

A/N: I've thought about this request so much. Thank you so much for sending it!

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, angst, anxiety, mention of gunshot wound, free use, voyeurism, multiple orgasms, rough sex, oral (f receiving), cum eating, cockwarming, overstimulation, restraints, blindfolds, vibrator, begging, praise kink, riding, dom/sub, rough cock play, masturbation

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Bucky watched intently. Fighting the urge to blink and wet the dryness itching at his eyes, he continued monitoring the situation before him. You were vacant. Eyes glassed over, and your body curled in on itself like you were attempting to make yourself as small as possible. It wasn’t this that concerned him; it was that you couldn’t look Steve in the eye despite trying to glimpse him out of the corner of your eye every couple of seconds.

Steve was watching with just as much concern as the bodyguards throughout the room, Sam and Natasha. Unbeknown to you, however, your gaze flicked towards Steve again but then swiftly landed on the spot on the carpet that had so thoroughly captured your attention.

Bucky had been trying to work the cogs in his brain for over an hour now, trying to figure out what was happening in your mind. The visible signs of distress he’d witnessed before when you were feeling fragile, whether it be due to being needy and submissive or because you were beginning to feel unwell with sickness. The first was most likely as you were displaying any visible signs of being ill; your heart rate was fine, and the same with your breathing; he knew he’d been counting and listening carefully. For once, he thanked his unique abilities.

The most likely answer was that you were experiencing some sort of mental health decline, but when you were needy or in the form of subspace, you would crawl into either his or Steve’s lap, not look frightened even to look the latter in the eye.

Risking a look away, Bucky caught Steve’s eye. The same level of concern was etched deep into his face; brows furrowed so deeply a line had formed between them. His teeth were clenched so hard that he looked like his jawbone would snap as he held his tongue, trying and failing to think of the right way to approach his girlfriend. The one person who shouldn’t be scared of him now looked as frightened of him as the enemies who cowered at his feet.

Bucky was running out of options as you began to chew on the corner of your recently done red-manicured nails, one of the many treats gifted to you by him and Steve for Valentine’s Day. It was never a good sign when you fell into old habits, and Bucky was on the verge of ripping out his hair and trying to decide what was best. Ask what is going on or approach you like a scared animal.

As his mouth opened, however, a flash of red distorted his view of you as Natasha stood directly in front of where you were curled up on the couch placed in Steve’s office for your comfort.

Natasha looked down at you, giving you a casual grin as she held out her hand with the matching manicure on her nails gleaming back at you, the red almost the same shade as her hair. Your eyes darted between her wiggling fingers and the welcoming smile as she nodded toward the door.

Taking her hand without a single word, you unfolded from your curled-up position and stood, mindlessly following her out of the door. Natasha pulled you into the elevator at the end of the corridor, riding down a couple of floors before arriving at the food hall with a private kitchen. One of the main perks of owning the entire building for the gang was that the sky was the limit concerning the facilities that could be added.

“Sit”, Natasha instructed, pointing to the table closest to the kitchen side as she began to boil some water, pulling out two mugs from the cabinets. “When I was a child, I used to suffer from nightmares, well, I still have nightmares. I’m just old enough now that I can drink something a bit stronger. But back then, when my hair used to be blue, I’d make myself a hot cocoa”. As she finished explaining, she placed a steaming hot drink before you, topping off the sweet beverage with a squirt of cream and marshmallows.

Sitting down opposite you, she took a moment to let you settle in, feeling thankful that you cupped the drink and allowed your hands to warm as you didn’t shut her out.

“Do you ever think about how fragile we all are?” you asked after staring into the mug in your hands.

Natasha frowned, opening her mouth to make a sarcastic comment of ‘not really’ but refrained as she saw the seriousness in your expression. “What’s brought this on?” You didn’t answer at first, but she noted how you uncomfortable shifted in your seat, shoulders hunching forward to mirror how you sat moments ago.

It took her a couple of minutes, but then it all dawned on Natasha as she sat forward in her seat, leaning on her elbows on the table. “Does this have to do with what happened with the boss three days ago?”

She knew she'd guessed right From how your eyes flinched and teeth began biting your lower lip. Steve had been shot whilst out for dinner with you and Bucky. It had been a well-calculated attack, and no one blamed themselves more than Natasha did for not spotting the attacker before it was too late. She was his bodyguard and had yet to fail at her job, and even though it was a superficial wound and, thanks to Steve’s accelerated healing, was already just a pink scar on his abdomen, Natasha still cursed herself.

Steve didn’t blame anyone other than the asshole who shot him and had spent many hours with him the previous night, getting his revenge and delving into all of his secrets. He’d been more concerned and out for revenge due to the distress it had caused you to see Steve shot. Hysterical was putting it lightly.

You’d screamed until your voice croaked, cried until your eyes were swollen, and become completely overwhelmed by the situation, needing to stay by Steve’s side entirely without sleeping until yesterday evening when you’d all but passed out. With Bucky staying by your side, Steve was able to sneak out and finally get his revenge against the shooter, and when he returned, you were swift to motherhen him even though he insisted that he was practically healed and back to normal.

“Talk to me, Sweet. I can’t help unless you tell me what's going on in that pretty head of yours”, Natasha encouraged, leaning across the table and grasping your hand.

You sighed, squeezing her hand back as you tried to find the right words to explain your feelings. “I just realised how useless I am. I mean, Steve was shot, and I completely froze; I think all I was able to do was scream. I didn’t even put pressure on the wound or hold his hand. After everything I’ve seen whilst being a part of this gang, you’d think I’d be more aware of intense situations and how to handle myself, but everything just flashed before me and how close I was to losing one of the men I love. And Steve - god, I’m so embarrassed! I’m too scared to look at him properly for fear of seeing shame in his eyes at how I reacted. I mean, what kind of a girlfriend am I to the infamous Steve Rogers, the leader of one of the most dangerous gangs in Brooklyn? I couldn’t handle something he’d been training me to be prepared for. He must have thought I was pathetic”.

“Do you really think I’d ever think that about you?” Steve asked from the doorway with Bucky over his shoulder, both looking defeated.

You were startled at his appearance, cursing his silent steps as you also felt somewhat vulnerable with him having heard your worries. “I, um, I didn’t want you to hear that”.

Steve sighed as he roughly rubbed his palm over his face and stepped further into the room. Natasha stood with a last squeeze of your hand before exiting and patting Bucky on the shoulder as she moved past him and out, leaving the three of you alone.

“Baby, you know I would never think any of those things of you. What happened was a horrible mistake, and I wish more than anything that you weren’t there to witness it. I always want to keep you protected, physically and mentally and trust me, if anything ever happened to you, I’d-” he closed his mouth, eyes clenching in a flinch like even just the thought of you being injured caused him physical pain.

Bucky wrapped an arm around Steve’s shoulder, “The main point here is that you’re both ok. There’s no point dwelling on the past, and we all react differently when we see loved ones hurt, so I don’t want to hear anymore self-doubt coming out of your lips”, Bucky reprimanded whilst giving you a pointed look and pulling himself and Steve closer towards you.

You couldn’t help but squeal as he moved back your chair, turning it to face them as they each pulled their chairs close enough that their knees brushed yours. Steve cupped your hands, lifting them to his lips to kiss your fingers and palms. “Please don’t shut me out, and next time you have any anxiety over what's happened, you need to talk to me, Sweetheart”, Steve urged whilst maintaining eye contact that you didn’t break this time.

“I will; I’m sorry” Without missing a beat, you closed the distance and kissed him deeply as he wrapped his arms around your back, pulling your body into his lap so he could hold you close.

“God, you two are going to make me cry in a minute”, Bucky suddenly announced, leaning back in his chair and wiping away an imaginary tear from his eye. Steve rolled his eyes as he held you closer with one hand and reached out with the other for Bucky to take, which he did with a smirk, removing the now empty chair so that he could be knee to knee with Steve and place his metal hand on your lower back.

“As much as I love my life, I sometimes hate how dramatic it is”,  Steve mused a second later as he kissed the side of your head.

“Mmm, I agree - shit, this drink is good”, Bucky half shouted as he drank more of the cocoa in the mug as you turned towards him with an amused smile. He looked at you and paused mid-sip, “This is yours, isn’t it?” he realised out loud before swearing and slamming the mug back onto the table. “Shit, sorry, I thought it was Romanoff’s. I’ll buy you a special treat on our way home, which I think we need to discuss, by the way”.

Steve sat up straight in his chair, causing you to move slightly in his lap as he gave Bucky a questioning stare, “What’s wrong with home?”

“Nothing’s wrong with home; why do you always assume the worst?” Bucky questioned with his head tilted to the side, catching your eye and winking before continuing. “I was just thinking that maybe the two of you need some special time alone tonight”.

“I don’t want you to go anywhere either”, you say quickly, not wishing to be separated from either of them.

Bucky’s fingers reassuringly added pressure to your back as he gently shook his head, showing the misunderstanding. “I didn’t mean it like that, Doll. I just meant maybe you two could have some fun together, and luckily for you two, I have something in mind”.

Bucky’s plan for you and Steve resulted in the two of you hours later being naked in your bedroom with him watching in a chair.

“Remind me why I’m handcuffed again?” Steve asked with a sarcastic drawl from where he lay in the centre of the bed, his head carefully resting on the fluffed pillows and both wrists handcuffed above his head around the bed frame.

“Well, you tend to be all dominate and in charge when you’re having sex, and I think our sweet girl needs some reminding that you’re ok, you’re safe, and what better way for her to do that than her to be in control of how she touches your body?” Bucky explains nonchalantly as he rubs a hand over his growing bulge in his underwear, the rest of his clothes in a pile on the floor.

“Ok, that makes sense, but why the blindfold?” Steve asked, tilting his head toward where Bucky was sitting but couldn’t see with the thick black cloth tied around his head covering his eyesight.

“Ah well, that's just fun for me; I get to watch our beautiful girl at work; you get to feel it. I mean, I need to have some fun tonight”, Bucky responded cheekily as you smiled whilst trying to adjust your weight from where you sat naked, straddling Steve’s chest.

“I’m um, I’m not very good at being in charge” You tried to hide the quiver in your voice, but instantly, your cheeks began to warm with embarrassment.

Bucky leaned forward in his chair, capturing your attention fully as he gave you a reassuring smile, “Like I explained, Sweetheart. All I want you to think about is your pleasure. You can get yourself off, fuck Steve, use toys, whatever you’d like to feel good but don’t worry about Stevie, boy; he can handle whatever you’re going to give him”.

“I sure as fuck can” Steve grinned as he rolled his hips, causing you to gasp and lean forward, putting your hands out onto his shoulders to stop yourself from falling.

“Hey! None of that now, Rogers. Just sit back, relax and enjoy the ride,” Bucky grinned, showing his straight teeth as it was your turn to roll your eyes before focusing your attention on Steve.

One of the reasons you were never the one to be in charge, other than you were submissive down to the very bone, was that you were unsure what to do. To Steve and Bucky, it seemed to come so quickly for them, knowing where to touch, the next move to have you groaning in pleasure, but sitting there staring down at Steve, you were unsure where to touch him or how to start. Do you just slide a few inches back and sit on his already hard cock? Do you suck his cock for a bit or jerk him off? But what if he came and you overstimulated him?

“I can see you are overthinking over there. Remember what I said; think about your pleasure only”, Bucky reminded you quietly.

Nodding your head, you took a moment to stare down at Steve, and the events over the last few days dawned on you. Even though he’d survived significantly worse in his life, you couldn't help but contemplate just how close to losing everything you’d ever dreamed of and needed. Having him here, beneath you, living and breathing.

Before you could lose yourself to the overwhelming emotions threatening to spill over, you decided to clear your mind of those negative thoughts by lowering your mouth to his. The two of you released a breath simultaneously as Steve eagerly pressed his face firmly against yours, his head lifting off the pillow slightly.

It wasn’t a desperately messy kiss, full of tongues and saliva. It was a kiss that had the moment standing still as your hand rested over his heart, feeling the beat beneath, having the reminder that he was still here with you.

Pulling back from the kiss so that you were hovering over his face, you whispered intimately, “I love you”.

“I love you too,” was his instant response in the same calm tone, like a whisper in the wind.

Swallowing the emotional lump in your throat, you briefly pecked his lips once before trailing kisses down his chin and exploring the column of his throat, smiling as you felt him swallow beneath your lips. With your hands, you trailed your fingertips down his arms, feeling goosebumps lining his skin as you moved to meet where your mouth met his skin.

Slowly as you could, you kissed your way down his chest, making sure to lick and nip his peaked nipples, enjoying the little gasps he released as you contemplated that you’d never noticed how sensitive his nipples actually were. Further down, you moved as your legs shifted between him, making sure that his legs were spread so that you could fit between him perfectly.

As your lips continued giving open-mouthed kisses over his abs, you aimed for the pink scar close to his hip bone. The kiss pressed to the recently claimed gunshot injury that had even lightened in the shade since this morning with his accelerated healing. Steve’s legs tensed as he tried to refrain from thrusting his hips into the air as your breasts pressed against his thick length that you were attempting to ignore whilst worshipping his body.

“This is a cute moment and all, but I wanna see you cum already, Doll”, Bucky groaned impatiently as you looked at him over your shoulder as he sat with his hands clenched in his lap, as he continued to refrain from touching himself even though he was evidently very much aroused.

You smile against Steve’s skin and take one last breath of his natural body scent that had mixed with the spicy aftershave he’d used earlier this morning. Taking your time, you shift back to your original position of sitting across his abs, carefully sitting above the fresh scar that was still sensitive.

“I think I want to put these chiselled abs to good work”, you say whilst stroking a finger down them, laughing to yourself as Steve tensed, defining them even more solidly. Relaxing the position of your thighs, you sighed as your wetness now rested against his abdomen.

It wasn’t as satisfying as humping against his thigh because of the flat shape of his toned body, but that didn’t stop you from riding him slowly, making sure to really drag your clit in small circles against his body.

Your moans were breathy and gentle as your pleasure bloomed in your core, especially as Steve struggled to keep his emotions and body in heck beneath.

Licking his lips, he admitted, “I really fucking wish I could see you right now”.

“Oh, don’t you worry, big boy, she looks beautiful, there’s no doubt about that”, Bucky responded as he finally moved his black boxers to midthigh, his hand wrapped around his shaft as he matched the pace you were driving.

Deciding you needed something that had more definition than his perfectly sculpted abdomen, you shifted back down the bed until your cunt was flushed with Steve’s shaft that was hard and resting against his pubic bone. There was already a patch of precum that had pooled, and without thinking, you scooped it up with your finger and sucked the juices, savouring the musky saltiness.

“Holy shit”, Bucky cursed as his eyelids lowered in arousal.

Steve was trembling with restraint now as you began to slide your warm cunt against his shaft, making sure not to go over the tip as you wanted to savour the feel of his length first before fucking yourself on him.

In this position, you were quickly coating his cock in your juices, helping to prepare him for when you did want to sit on his cock, which, in fairness, would probably be soon with how horny you were feeling.

Faster and with more pressure, you ground down on his shaft until the burning in your core exploded, your cunt pulsing around nothing as you shivered through the sensation, breathing deeply with soft moans.

Leaning your hands on his chest, you shifted your hips forward, catching the tip of his cock against your pussy and continuing with the slow movements, not wanting to rush the adrenaline and burn that came with his cock thoroughly stretching your walls.

“So fucking tight”, Steve cursed, pressing his head back further into the pillow as the veins in his arms bulged as he restrained himself from easily snapping out of the handcuffs.

You couldn’t think of coherent words to respond, so sighed in satisfaction, taking a moment to savour the sensation. Eventually, though, the hunger for more became ravenous as you began to lift yourself off of his cock and then slam back onto him.

It was different riding him like this; usually, if you were on top, he’d either have a hand around your throat or his hands gripping your hips tightly and directing your movements. With all the movements being down to just your body, it was almost like having a life-size sex toy that moaned and breathed.

Additionally, it meant that you could really draw out the orgasm that was already threatening to suffocate around his cock as you rode him with slamming hips. Eventually, it all came too much, and with one hand on his chest and the other gripping your breast to squeeze the flesh, you had your second orgasm and a shiver of pleasure.

“You’re so fucking big”, you moaned as you attempted to catch your breath but settled for a different motion instead of riding up and down. Keeping your hips flush with his so that his balls rested against your arse, you began to circle your hips clockwise and then anticlockwise.

Steve gasped as his chest heaved with the attempt of arching his back. “Wait, Steve, shut up for a second”, Bucky demanded, and the three of you stopped making moaning noises, but you continued with your grinding and hip circles, which was when you could hear it too. The obscene sounds of your gushing cunt, sloshing and slurping with the movements. It felt incredible to be so full of Steve, but hearing how much this move was making him lose his mind only motivated you through feeling breathless.

“Holy shit, that’s the best thing I’ve ever heard, but if you keep doing that, I’m going to cum”, Steve grunted, his mouth hanging open so that his grunts of pleasure were unfiltered. Bucky was just as vocal from where he sat, getting himself off.

“I want you to cum; please cum for me, Sir”, you begged as Steve moaned at the nickname used. As his dick hardened inside of you, your fingers quickly began to circle your drenched clit matching the movements of your hips as you joined him by cumming at the same time, squeezing his shaft with your walls and milking his cock internally.

It felt unbelievably satisfying to feel the liquid filling you entirely and having no other room but to leak out of the sides and onto his pubic area. Your thighs have tightened so tightly around Steve’s body you were sure if he didn’t have his healing ability, you’d have caused bruises from where your knees had dug into his side.

He never complained once, though, as he tried to catch his breath just as desperately as you were. Slumping forward, your face rested against his chest, directly over his heart so that you could listen to the wild racing of his heart. You were exhausted from riding his cock, and for a moment, you determined the fantastic shape he was in was probably down to being on top all the time.

Your thighs and abdomen muscles ached as you determined you needed a little break from the riding but not from the orgasm, and even though you were feeling a little overstimulated internally, you were somewhat determined to see how far you could go.

Reaching blindly on the bed, you found the vibrating wand and moved it between your bodies until it rested against your clit. With Steve’s cock still somehow still hard, you remained with him inside of you as you turned on the vibrator.

Steve groaned as the vibrations were felt through not just his pubic mound but also your cunt as both were stimulated by the powerful toy. It wasn’t even on the highest setting, but it was enough to take your breath away at first, soon, you settled down, content with simply lying there until an orgasm built.

For a moment, you contemplated releasing Steve from his handcuffs so that he could wrap his big arms around you, but you knew that once he was free from those handcuffs, it would be a free-for-all.

One orgasm spiralled into two, and you had to push the vibrator away as the ache deepened within your cunt. You were exhausted and on the verge of becoming entirely too overstimulated for the orgasms.

“I- I don’t think I can cum again”, you admit whilst gently rocking yourself against Steve’s cock.

“Could I make one request?” Steve asks whilst licking his lips, his voice just as deep as it is when he first wakes up.

“Hmm?” you say in response.

“Sit on my face. I know you’ve had enough, you don’t have to cum, and if it hurts, I’ll stop, but I wanna taste you so bad right now”, Steve pleaded.

“How could I say no to that request”, you muse. Carefully and with a great deal of mess, you slipped off of his throbbing cock, which twitched in the air as his and your juices continued to drip out of your cunt and down his shaft.

With the way you’d climbed off, you ended up kneeling over his face so that you were facing down his body, staring and admiring his cock until the other man in the room caught your attention as Bucky kneeled on the bed.

Just as you lowered your soaking cunt onto Steve’s hot mouth, Bucky reached forward and began to stroke Steve’s cock. The mafia boss beneath you nearly choked on his own cum as he drank down the juices flowing out of you but soon found a rhythm, and as his hips rolled to meet the strokes of Bucky's metal fist, his tongue and lips matched this.

Reaching forward, you pulled Bucky in for a desperate kiss, his tongue brushing against yours, dominating in every way. With the taste of your cunt in his mouth and Bucky’s fist, Steve was cumming again as Bucky carefully caught the thick white seed in his fist, licking up every drop that Steveall but screamed out with his orgasm.

This time, you watched as his cock softened, and carefully you crawled off his face with the help of Bucky’s steady and damp hands. With Bucky’s lips against yours, he stated, “I know you’re not done yet, get back on him”.

Pulling back, you looked down at Steve’s clammy body and the pink blush that had hued over his chest as you determined, “Won’t I hurt him if I sit on his overstimulated cock?”

Steve answered for Bucky, “Fuck no, you won’t hurt me. Get back on Princess”, he pleads desperately. Turning back to face Steve, you try and angle his soft cock at your entrance, but it wouldn’t go back in as Steve cursed at the handling.

“Are you sure I’m not hurting you?” you asked fearfully.

“Yes, I’m sure just- I don’t know. Buck, grip me hard in your fist or something,” he responded, sounding frustrated with his body for a second. You had to bite your lip as Bucky shrugged and gripped Steve’s flaccid cock in his hand, causing the blonde to gasp and arch his back, nearly knocking you over in the process. “Yeah, just like that.”

“You know Steve, some would call you a freak for getting off on pain like that”, Bucky joked half-heartedly as his fist began pumping up and down the hardening cock in his hand.

“Yeah, well, you’re one to talk”, Steve sassed back as he finally became hard enough that you could slide back down his cock. “Just a warning if I cum again, I’ll probably be shooting air out”.

Again, you had to bite your lip to hold back the laugh from Steve’s admission. Bucky led beside the two of you, reaching over to tilt Steve’s blindfolded face towards him. “I thought you could go all night? What’s the point in having all of these special abilities if you’re already shooting blanks after two orgasms”, Bucky contemplated.

“Yeah, well, you have her sit on your cock and see how long you last, asshole”, Steve bite back earning a chuckle from Bucky as you watched them both fondly, trying to get to find a good rhythm to move your body, opting for a slow in and out and circle of your hips.

The soaking noises of your wet cunt began to fill the atmosphere once more as Steve and Bucky started to make out, dimming the noise of their moans. Bucky eased back and whispered into Steve’s ear, “Do you hear how wet she is? Best you can feel it, how sopping wet our girl is. Aw, poor thing she’s getting tired”, Bucky smirks as you frown at him. You were exhausted, but you weren’t letting that stop your movements, by the way, Bucky was winking at you, you knew he was up to something.

Steve gritted his teeth, almost growling as he contemplated his next move, and you realised Bucky was antagonising him as the next second, Steve’s snapping out of the handcuffs. You’re suddenly on your back in the middle of the bed as he rolls the two of you over.

Steve’s face delves into the crook of your neck as your legs are instantly pushed back so that your knees nearly brush against your chest as he completely crowds around you. Clearly having driven him to his limit, Steve did not hold back; he began to fuck you with unfathomably hard and fast thrusts.

His cock was a blur as it pounded into your drenched cunt. All you could do was cling to him, nails scratching into the skin of his shoulders and then up to his jaw, pulling his face back so that you could push his blindfold up that was still covering his eyesight. He blinked down at you, groaning at the sight beneath him as he kissed you feverishly.

You were stuck between kissing, moaning and trying to gasp for breath as your orgasm plummeted through your cunt until you were close to sobbing with the overwhelming emotions. Steve’s powerful body fucked you deep into the bed until he was deeply crying out your name with the trembling effects of his third orgasm. From the feeling of it, he definitely wasn't shooting blanks as more of his seed oozed out of your well-used cunt.

He remained on top of you for a while, his body keeping yours warm as you breathed one another in, but eventually, he was moved onto his side by a gentle hand of Bucky’s.

“Come on, big boy, I need you to move over so I can clean you both up”, the brunette explained as he sat on the bed with a warm washcloth. Steve sighed in contentment but remained with his arms around your torso as he observed Bucky clean up his sensitive flaccid cock.

As Bucky moved between your legs, you tiredly gasped, “Wait, you didn’t get to cum, Bucky”.

Bucky grinned up at you, leaning down to kiss your cheek as he explained, “Oh, don’t worry, I did, twice. You should see the back of Steve; think I might have got some in his hair as he was fucking you into next week”.

Steve quietly cursed before chuckling as he reached a hand behind his head, “Well, the sheets are thoroughly ruined for tonight then”.

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Helloooo mate would you wanna do #10 for the bathing prompts? 🤓

for you anything <3 cw body image. some kind of au where they escape and get home together then i guess find a bath somewhere ~~~

¹⁰⁾ “i wish the first time you saw me like this could’ve been under better circumstances.”

“Wish the first time you seen me like this,” Gale says quietly, chin on his knees, “could’ve been under better circumstances.”

John frowns. It’s such a strange thing to say. They each have all their bones intact, hearts in chests, four lungs between them and four legs, too. John runs his two wet hands up and down Gale’s two wet arms. Counts the moles on Gale’s skin. He’s got John beat on those. He dances his fingertips over the ladder of Gale’s ribs. Feels him flinch minutely but lets it slide. They’re both flighty, now. It’s only been six weeks.

“What sort of circumstances?” John asks. He dips his hands beneath the water to pull Gale close to his front.

Gale shifts uncomfortably. John lets him go, the distance between them yawning out too wide for his liking. Gale shrugs. Water sloshes around him.

“Warmer.”

“Plenty warm,” says John. Compared to where they’ve been, John thinks it could only be hotter in Hell.

“Different,” Gale says.

“Different how, Buck?” John presses. Gale manoeuvres himself around in the small tub, knees still up to his chest. He’s scowling somewhat. John doesn’t get it. “Jesus, Gale, this ain’t like you to sulk, what’s gotten into you? We’re fuckin’ free, you and me. Here. You’re finally damn soapy and naked with me- Christ what is it?”

Gale’s jerked back from his touch again. He groans, splashing water over his face before hauling himself from the bath. He turns away from John as he does so, seeming to curl in on himself as he grabs the nearest towel.

“Just drop it, Bucky.”

John has never dropped anything that’s irked him in his life. He gets out the tub, too, foregoing the towel and walking over to Gale. He seems to recoil, almost. John thinks, for a devastating moment, that he’s changed his mind about all of this. About them. He wonders if he should put his cock away.

“Buck, I’m not comin’ all this way with you to be shut out now. What circumstances? Tell me.” Something withdrawn is punching Gale’s face. His arms are hugged close around his body. John realises, like a hit to the gut, that it’s not about him at all. “You shy on me now, Major?”

Gale blushes deep. “John.”

“C’mon, that’s it, isn’t it?” John says, half worried, half satisfied that he’s onto something. “Buck, you’re world class. You got nothin’ to worry about. And I’ve seen you in your skivvies-”

“Not like this,” Gale snaps. John’s mouth promptly shuts. Gale’s shoulders sag, and he sits down heavy on the bed, like all his limbs are being pulled through it. He sighs, and repeats more miserably, “Not like this.”

John’s chest tugs. “Buck-”

“Come on, Bucky” Gale says. “’M not what I was before.”

John gnaws his lip, and looks at him. He has become a slip of a thing. Stand just right and can’t see my shadow, he’d joked with the boys. The remaining boys. But John can see now, with bare bony arms clasped across his hollowed chest, that it’s hurting him. Gale’s never been vain, but he’s always liked to look good. Solid. Put together.

He looks unwell, now.

They’re all smaller, all sharper around the edges, but Gale’s whittled down to visible vertebrae, skeletal fingers and harsh, jutting ribs. The feel of his hip bones under John’s hands in the tub, his wrists like keys. He aches to look at, a little. John sighs, wrapping his arms around Gale’s thin frame and kissing the top of his head.

“You’ll get back there,” he says.

When Gale speaks it’s muffled by John’s chest, lips brushing the sparse hair there. “What if I don’t?”

John pulls back enough to see his face. There’s something raw and anxious in it that John hasn’t seen before. He’s never known Gale to be insecure. He supposes there’s new parts to both of them that they’ll have to learn. John kisses him.

“Always liked the skinny ones,” he says. He feels a small smile against his mouth.

“Don’t be kind, now, Bucky.”

“I’m serious. I like to fit you in both hands. Makes me feel like a giant.” Gale smirks. John kisses his lips again, then the line of his jaw, the peak of his cheekbone. He looks over at the abandoned tub. “Water’s probably cold now. Want to get some chow?”

Gale hesitates. John can feel him tense beneath him, then deflate. “Ain’t really hungry.”

“That’s alright,” John says. His nerves twist in unease, but he smiles at Gale either way. It’s only been six weeks. “Y’can watch me. I’m starving.”

[joeyalohadream]

Last Line Tag

Thank you for the tag @reallylilyreally

Finally sat down at made myself write something with my morning coffee.

Here's the latest from Part 3 of my 'Cooler Fic' series. It's coming along VERY slowly right now, but it's still coming.

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“We didn’t have enough time.” 

Bucky doesn’t open his eyes or lift his head from where it rests atop of Gale’s wool wrapped one at the hushed tone of Benny’s voice. He’s too worn, whole body feeling like lead that’s frozen to the ground. The man in his arms trembles even in slumber and Bucky tries not to think about how little warmth radiates from him. 

“We were there for over a year, Benny,” Brady’s equally quiet words sigh out over Bucky’s shoulder. “It was more than enough time, you ask me.” 

“I mean after,” Benny continues. He sounds as exhausted as Bucky feels. “After Buck got out. We didn’t have enough time.”

His breath stalls in his lungs at the implication of Benny’s words, at the conclusion he can hear in his tone. He doesn’t want to hear this, but he can’t find the strength to turn around and tell them to shut up. 

“You don’t think he’s gonna make it.” 

Brady’s words are met with silence. Or maybe it’s met with a grim look or a shake of a head that Bucky can’t see. Whatever the case, Bucky doesn’t want to listen to anything else from them. 

Sleep had claimed Gale the moment he’d settled against Bucky’s chest and the boys must have assumed Bucky had dropped off as well. They’d never talk like this if they knew he could hear them. The kid gloves they’ve been handling him with since the first time Gale got sick have been on in full force, covering their own frostbitten fingers. 

He kicks his leg out enough to make noise as his boots scuff against the stray beneath him. Enough to let them know he’s awake. He hears a throat clear, hears two bodies shuffle and then settle.

He pulls Gale impossibly closely and curls around him as much as he can. The smaller man doesn’t wake in the slightest at the shift and Bucky knows his heart would be beating frantically at the compounding evidence of how unwell Gale is if it wasn’t frozen in his chest. 

They’re wrong. They’re all wrong. They have to be.

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No pressure tag to @soliloquy-dawn , @ranger-elizabeth , @happy-days19 and @heretoobsessstuff . I know this one is going around quite a bit, so apologies if you've already been tagged in this!

[likeathunderoverflow]

So I've been thinking about Ateez as Superheroes

I saw someone say they'd love to see San as Wolverine, and, like, I see the vision but in my brain he's just such a sweetheart. So instead I picked who I think Ateez are most like. Please don't yell at me lol.

San: Captain America/Steve Rogers

Like he's just so sweet and buff, the pride of his hometown, perfectly dorito shaped. 100/10 Cap material. Also husband material.

Hongjoong: Iron Man/Tony Stark

He's just giving Genius, Billionaire, Playboy, Philanthropist. He's the creative thinker, the doer, the leader. Avant garde, witty, but a serious love for those he considers his people.

Seonghwa: War Machine/James Rhodes

Listen, he's HJ's second in command, so an obvious pick. In the same way that War Machine is sassy and sick of everyone's shit so is he. Also I really like the idea of Rhodes building the Stark Tower out of Legos.

Yunho: Spiderman/Peter Parker (duh)

It's not even a question, I will brook no argument. Also, can you imagine him in the suit? I am unwell.

Yeosang: Dr. Strange/Stephen Strange

A little kooky, very dry sense of humor. Seems like he'd make inappropriate use of the sling ring lol. Honorable mention to Hawkeye but only because watching him do archery was akin to how I imagine most men feel watching their favorite sports.

Mingi: Thor

For starters, I need football Mingi to drop kick me off the Sears Tower ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME WITH THIS FIT. Second, I really feel that he and Thor match in terms of Himbo energy as well as ego. Both feel things very deeply and can be easily hurt, but they will also bounce back with some slap stick comedy. Also both princesses.

Wooyoung: The Winter Soldier/Bucky Barnes

Here's the thing, best friends with Captain America is an obvious point. However! Wooyoung has been very open with his feelings of loneliness in the past and Bucky was alone for a long time. I also know WY has this very deep serious side that he occasionally shows but I really think it's the tip of the iceberg. Additionally, sarcasm.

Jongho: The Hulk/Bruce Banner

Sweet, quiet, serious Jongho that can absolutely go apeshit as needed is so fun to me. He has younger siblings, you think he hasn't Hulk Smashed them before? Plus whenever the bear hits a high note with his fierce little scowl it's like watching the Hulk transform. Just *chefs kiss*

[dailyunstableeve]

Comfort

Bucky x magic welder reader

Context: Bucky and you have been best friends since 1930, together with Steve Roger. You and Bucky love each other, you both aren't dating but you both always be there for each other no matter what.

On a random night, you got a phone call from Bucky, he sounded unwell, you didn't think twice and rushed to his apartment.

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You knock on the door, anxiously.

Thinking if he got a cold or his mission with Sam didn't go well or he had a nightmare again.

"Bucky?" You called, trying not to raise your voice too loud to wake up the neighborhood even though the anxiousness is rising so high.

"You're here," you could hear the relief the moment you and Bucky saw each other.

"You called," you smiled.

"I uh, didn't expect you would really show up," Bucky led on the door, having the door open wide, "come in."

Bucky followed you from behind when you walked in. You seated yourself on your favorite spot on Bucky's couch and he would just rest his head on your lap and his body take all the space on the couch.

"What happened?" You softly asked, caressingly brushes his hair.

"I had a nightmare, about the old days," Bucky looked at you, in his eyes, you can see the brownness and sadness. The dream must've hurt him too much.

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

"You already know all about it," he scoffed.

"Well yeah," you chuckled.

It's true you know all about it since Bucky always asks for you when he has a nightmare or he wants someone to talk about. You're the best listener for him.

"So why am I here?" You asked.

"I just want you to be here, at least there's someone with me."

"I'll stay whenever you want me to, Buck," you gently smiled.

Just like always, you would use your magic power to show Bucky the most magical scene ever.

You showed him the happiest memories of you and him together, with some happy memories of him and Steve, only helping him to remember the happy moments, no sad moments.

You would hum the melody you always hear in the bar you go to with Bucky, because you both always dance to that song, and end the dance with a bright smile on each other's faces.

You would tell him how much you care for him, that you'll always stay with him until death finds you.

Bucky fell back asleep like he always did and you would look at his sleeping face with love, of how much you cherish this moment with him.

You and Bucky love each other, to the point that it won't be called friendship anymore, but both of you know that you and Bucky are scared to commit, because once you both did, one will die and it will hurt more than it should be.

"I love you Bucky."

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I'm delulu as hell

[annathesillyfriend]

I'm almost on time this month! Congratulations to me 😅Hope you're all having a great time. May your June be warm, sunny and just so happy 😌

To all the writers - I love you and I appreciate you so much!

To all the readers - please, share the fics you read and love. The reblog really makes the change! It’s the least we can do to show our gratitude.

Also, please, mind the writers’ warnings!

🌼JAVY 'COYOTE' MACHADO🌼

tastes like stawberries and watermelon sugar by @callsign-joyride

↳ two-shot, 18+, is it hot in here or is it just these fics 🥵

worry, my love by @uselsshuman

↳ one-shot, wife!reader, i'd kill him if he scared me like that but maybe that's just me 😅

bad liar by @inklore

↳ one-shot, 18+, seresin!reader, i am unwell just thinking about this fic, rereading it now made me want to choke myself <3

🌼ROBERT 'BOB' FLOYD🌼

chatterbox by @waklman

↳ one-shot, 18+, don't know what's hotter - the gif at the beginning or the fic itself

lovesick by @sebsxphia

↳ one-shot, 18+, i am so normal about this :))))))))))))))))

foggy by @sushiwriterhere

↳ one-shot, 18+, i am so gone for this man it's not even funny anymore

hands by @foreverrandomwritings

↳ one-shot, 18+, i am a simple woman, i see man's hands, i go a little silly

clover club by @ohtobeleah

↳ one-shot, my heart 😭😭😭

happy birthday, mr. president by @rhettabbotts

↳ one-shot, 18+, president!bob x wife!reader, no better way to celebrate a birthday than defiling government property 😌

this fic by @tropes-and-tales

↳ one-shot, 18+, i've read this so many time i almost know every word by heart

team prime by @//tropes-and-tales

↳ series, we love idiots in love <3

the best day of your life by @startrekfangirl2233-writes

↳ one-shot, the only thing more perfect than robert floyd is robert floyd as a dad

killing me softly by @wkndwlff

↳ one-shot, hangman who??? i only know bob <33

🌼BRADLEY 'ROOSTER' BRADSHAW🌼

given the circumstances (part 1) by @greenorangevioletgrass

↳ one-shot, 18+, i think we all how what a simp i am for Ava's work by now

feels like by @lovableapocalypse

↳ one-shot, pilot!reader, i love this 🥺🥺

worth my while by @pasukiyo

↳ one-shot, 18+, this fic is so gonna make it worth your while

doctor doctor, gimme the news by @tongue-like-a-razor

↳ one-shot, rooster can be a pain in the ass but at least he's cute

vampires by @siempre-bucky

↳ one-shot, vampire!bradley according to his kid 🦇

rescue me by @beccaanne814

↳ one-shot, 18+, excuse me for a second, i just need to yell into a void real quick

something to talk about by @roosterforme

↳ one-shot, am i a slut for Emily's work? yes and proud of it 😎

remember you even when i don't by @beyondthesefourwalls

↳ series, wife!reader, what an amazing story, i could not stop reading!

🌼JAKE 'HANGMAN' SERESIN🌼

the little moments in life by @seresinsweetie

↳ one-shot, 18+, husnad!jake, if you need some angst, this one's for you

a morning work out by @tip-top-cloud-surfer

↳ one-shot, dad!jake, i want this to be my life so bad

commander by @thewulf

↳ one-shot, some good old fluff, we love to see it 🙌

roughing it up by @//ohtobeleah

↳ one-shot, 18+, jake x reader x bradley, this is so hot i don't have the words

into you by @starlightstories

↳ one-shot, nothing better than a little angst and idiots in love 😌

come back to me by @roostette

↳ one-shot, i want jake seresin to wreck my life

fruits of my labor by @roosterbruiser

↳ one-shot, 18+, beautiful story 💕

tipsy revelations by @bradshawed

↳ one-shot, i'm just SHSHHSHSHSHSHSH

1pink light by @sushiwriterhere

↳ one-shot, buckle up and get your tissues out

flight suit aphrodisiac by @//beyoundthesefourwalls

↳ one-shot, 18+, i am salivating thinking about that bloody suit 🤤🤤

🌼MICKEY 'FANBOY' GARCIA🌼

continental breakfast by @ohtobeleah

↳ one-shot, 18+, wife!reader, this is just sick honestly

🌼STEVE HARRINGTON🌼

dress by @underoossss

↳ one-shot, i will read every fic inspired by tswift's song, this is my life mission

hits different (cause it's you) by @munsonsreputation

↳ one-shot, idiots in love is the superior trope!

this fic by @sunshinesteviee

↳ one-shot, dad!steve is just so 😫

question on my lips by @stevebabey

↳ one-shot, PERFECTION 👏

constellations by @loveshotzz

↳ one-shot, 18+, just the sweetest thing 😌

this fic by @lovebugism

↳ one-shot, 😫😫 <- me after reading this

happy mother's day, steve harrington by @roanniom

↳ one-shot, 18+, that man makes me so feral 😫

i couldn't be more in love by @ch3rrytales

↳ one-shot, 18+, i love angsty stories a little to much for my own good and sanity

we got love by @superblysubpar

↳ one-shot, modern!au, man, i just love love

🌼EDDIE MUNSON🌼

pretty eyes by @myfictionaldreams

↳ one-shot, 18+, best friends to lovers, loved this so very much!!!

the kids are alright by @two-red-lungs

↳ one-shot, SO CUTE!!!

unbelievable by @whoahoney

↳ one-shot, friends to lovers, great fic 🥰

🌼PETER PARKER🌼

angle unaware by @silkscream

↳ one-shot, 18+ silk!reader, friends to lovers, angst, slowburn, idiots in love, all my favourite thing basically

🌼BUCKY BARNES🌼

be(tter) in reality with me by @t-lostinworlds

↳ one-shot, husband!bucky x pregnant!reader, T's fics are always god tier so 💁‍♀️💁‍♀️

🌼STEVE ROGERS🌼

new year, new steve by @real-jane

↳ one-shot, 18+, Kate is a legend forever and always 👏👏

🌼BENEDICT BRIDGERTON🌼

all the love (under the mistletoe) by @seasonsbloom

↳ one-shot, modern!au, friends to lovers, a lovely christmas story at the brink of summer was just what i needed

🌼JAMES POTTER🌼

cherry flavoured by @lunestella

↳ one-shot, friends to lovers, you don't understand how much i love this fic!!

🌼RHETT ABBOTT🌼

bitches can’t even measure up to my boots by @peachystenbrough

↳ one-shot, 18+, caution: hot content 🥵

[questionableratatouille00]

𝓜𝓸𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓞𝓷 12

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: Wanda and Y/n have decided to move in together, in Wanda’s house. Though Y/n is sad to say goodbye to her apartment, especially considering who used to live there with her, her friends help her say goodbye. Life goes on, even though bad things happen. And it’s true, bad things do happen. The most important thing is how you deal with them.

Warnings (Entire Series): This series deals with mature topics, including, but not limited to: death, mental health issues, physical, emotional, and sexual abuse, grief, trauma, general unwellness, illness (both mental and physical), and a most likely inaccurate portrayal of group therapy (though it’s much better than whatever was going on in TFATWS.) Please mind the warnings below.

Warnings: fluff and the end. If you spot all the references to previous chapters I’ll kiss you on the mouth.

🌻Series Masterlist 🌻

𝐈 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐎𝐧

You walked down the aisle, your dress making you feel confident in every decision you’ve made thus far.

You felt beautiful as you glanced at the woman you love.

Looking at her made everything worth it. You continued to walk down the aisle as the music played.

The beautiful decorations still managing to catch your eye even though you’d obviously been there when they were picked out. Everything was perfect about this day, down to every second.

You were so excited to go home tonight with your favorite redheaded woman, who was wearing her own fancy dress. She looked beautiful and she smiled at you as you walked.

You hadn’t been to a wedding in a long time, especially one you were participating in.

You considered your role to be pretty damn important, considering where you were and what you were doing.

Even though your shoes were somewhat uncomfortable and didn’t fit exactly right, none of it mattered because you were happy.

As you reached the end of the aisle, you stood next to Bucky as he married the love of his life.

At the reception, you met up with Wanda again. She was wearing a beautiful dress, with a sunflower pendant necklace to match her sunflower earrings.

“They look so happy,” she smiles. “I’m glad.”

“Me too,” you smile warmly. “I’m glad we’re happy. All of us.”

She grinned, looking up at you. “We really are.”

“You look a lot better.” Sharon said as she took a sip of her vanilla latte.

“I feel a lot better.” You took a sip of your own drink. “Thanks. For everything. I don’t think I would’ve made it out if not for your texts every once in a while.”

She rested her hand on top of yours. “I’m glad I sent them. And I’m proud of you for signing up for therapy in the first place.”

“Thanks, Sharon. That means a lot to me. It does.” You smiled.

“I’m sorry. For ghosting you all. It was dumb of me, and I shouldn’t have just ran like that, and I’m sorry I hurt you, and—“ You were cut off by Melina wrapping you in a tight hug.

“We do not care, sweetheart.” She murmured affectionately in your ear. She then pulled away.

“We are just glad to have you back.” Alexei said, clapping his hand on your shoulder in an almost-painful way. You knew it was his way of being deeply emotional.

“I’m only kind of sorry for breaking in.” Yelena said after a moment. “But I am glad to see you again.” She hugged you.

“Yeah. It’s good to see you too.” You felt a sense of pure love fill you.

You’d developed a new routine with Wanda.

You get up. You get ready. You eat breakfast with Wanda. You go to work. You drive home. You make dinner with Wanda and eat together. You end the night by turning on the TV to watch your favorite shows together.

You didn’t need to divide your life into two parts anymore. The world felt whole, you felt whole. Things were okay.

Life was going good.

“Considering this is our last meeting,” Coulson began. “I’d like to talk about something special.”

“Oh, don’t do that, you’ll make me cry.” Clint laughed.

The whole group chuckled.

“Alright, alright.” Coulson grinned slightly. “In one of our earliest meetings, we played the secrets game. If you don’t remember, that’s when I had you all write down a vulnerable thought or secret down on a piece of paper and we read them aloud. I think now’s a good time to claim our papers.” He set out each piece of paper down on the small table in the center of the circle of chairs.

You found yours immediately and picked it up as the rest of the group picked up theirs.

“How about we go in a circle and read them aloud? To see how much we’ve changed as people.” Coulson guided.

When it was your turn, you read your statement out loud. “I wonder if they regret being with me,” you read from the paper. When Coulson asked how you thought you’d changed since writing the words, you smiled gently.

“I’m more sure of myself. And..I have faith in my relationships and connections now.” You explained. Everyone smiled at that.

Then it was Wanda’s turn.

“Everyone I care about gets hurt.” She reads.

You freeze. “That one—I read that one. That was yours?”

She nods, a sheepish grin on her face. “I know I’ve changed a lot since then. I’m not afraid of losing people I love. Well, I mean, of course I am, but I’m never terrified the world will just suddenly end. Not anymore.” She holds your hand as she says it.

You walk out of therapy with your hand tightly held in hers.

Maybe there had been a point to all of it. Just maybe.

“Anyone up to grab lunch?” Tony called out as he was hopping into his car, Bruce getting into the passenger side.

You chuckled and flashed him a thumbs up.

As you and Wanda hopped into the truck, you turned on the radio. As you pulled out of the therapy center, the soft song filled the car.

Then you're left in the dust Unless I stuck by ya You're the sunflower I think your love would be too much Or you'll be left in the dust Unless I stuck by ya You're the sunflower You're my sunflower.

A/n: hoping I got somebody in the beginning. I have been thinking about that part since ch. 4 lmao.

Anyways I’m gonna start rambling about this series because it means a lot to me. I started this series in the summer (I think??), and I was in a completely different mental state. I love this series and I hope the people who read it do too. I’m glad I got to finish it.

In conclusion, it’s okay to move on. It will take a long time, it won’t be easy, and it’ll be hard. Maybe the things you deal with don’t ever go away, but they can improve.

Love you all. 💕🌻

[fizz-pop-thwip]

Sometimes I wonder if Steve ever feels small post-serum. Obviously, he's a massive dude now, mentally he always kinda has been anyway and he can't get sick anymore, it's rare he loses a fight like he used to, people treat him like he's the most important guy in the room but everyone has their off days.

Part of him believes it comes from a place of exhaustion, because lord does he feel excessively fatigued on these days. It's easy to overwork yourself in this job, maybe he's had mission upon mission and this is how his body is telling him he needs a break or maybe it's something with less build-up. Maybe it's the anniversary of his mother's passing, maybe he's missing Bucky, or maybe it's just 'one of those days.'

Despite his now healthy stature with strong bones and enough muscles to punch someone through a wall, he feels tiny, like he might have to puff up his chest and raise his voice, like he once did just to be heard. He doesn't want to do that anymore, he definitely doesn't have to nowadays and he's much too tired to bother, even if he did need to do. So he'll try to stay away from people.

If anyone crosses his path with a curious look, he'll just say he's feeling a bit unwell and will be back to normal tomorrow, he usually is anyway.

He'll always get back something along the lines of "I didn't know you could get sick anymore" or "Didn't the serum stop that?" and Steve will pull out some excuse about aliens he dealt with recently or "all the fancy modern technology hurting his head."

People believe that one much too quickly.

He'll stay in his quarters and do something quiet like reading a novel, looking at some of the photos and sketchbooks he reclaimed from the Smithsonian or watching a movie.

Never has he been more appreciative of modern technology than when it came to 'streaming services.' He might watch Trouble in Paradise, it was one of his Ma's favourites, she loved the drama of it all. Or maybe he'd watch one of those dumb cowboy movies Bucky used to rage about in the 40s.

He'd fall asleep on the couch and wake up the next morning like nothing had happened. Just as he usually was, Strong, tall, he felt like it too. And he moves on because really, he doesn't feel like that often, it's never affected a mission or anything important and he's as right as rain now. He just needed a day. A day to feel small.

[haleyhunwritess]

Can you write a Drabble of DDLG stucky and reader where the reader has a cold or something and they take care of them? I absolutely love the stuff you write ❤️

Sick day

A/N: Since I've been a bit sick lately I thought it was a good time for some fluff + sick day comfort.

Pairings: Stucky x little!reader

“Wake up, sweetheart, we’ve got a long day ahead of us.” Steve kissed your forehead as he gently shook your shoulders in an attempt to wake you up. You slowly opened your eyes, and looked up to see both your caregivers sitting in front of you.

Your throat hurt, and your eyes felt heavy, making you whimper at the bright light shining through the curtains. You rolled over, letting out a loud whine as you pulled the blankets up over your head.

“What’s the matter, baby?” Bucky cooed, as he gently moved the blankets away.

Before you could respond, you started coughing loudly. You sat up to cover your face with your elbow while you coughed, just like they'd taught you. They both looked at each other in concern. Today was supposed to be a very busy day. They were going to bring you to work with them since they were going to be really busy and wouldn't be able to come home until midnight at least.

“Oh no, are you feeling unwell?" Steve carefully pulled you towards him, as you nodded in response to his question, "Yeah? Is someone sickies? It’s alright, don’t worry. I’ll take the day off and look after you while Dada goes to work. How does that sound?” You simply nodded your head again, unable to talk because of the sore throat.

“Aw sweets, does your throat hurt too? How about we go see the doctor later today?” Bucky suggested, before getting up to grab a sweater for you when he noticed you were practically shivering. You quickly shook your head at the thought of seeing a doctor right now. All you wanted to do was stay in bed and get cuddles all day long.

“Okay, okay. No doctor, I see. Alright, how about we go tomorrow if you’re still feeling sick, yeah? Is that better?” You slowly nodded your head in response, “Alright, what a good girl.” He smiled and kissed your forehead before helping you put the sweater on.

Soon, he left to go get ready for work while Steve helped you get settled back into bed. He grabbed your favourite stuffed animal, Petey, and handed him to you.

“Alright, let's get you something to drink to help with that sore throat.” He got up to go get you a drink but you grabbed onto his wrist and gently shook your head. You frowned at the thought of drinking anything right now because of how much your throat hurt.

Steve looked back at you, with a confused expression. He wasn't sure why you were upset, was it because you didn't want him to leave? You still couldn't talk so instead you pointed at your throat and shook your head again, “Oh honey, I know. How about some water for now? I know it hurts but you’ll feel tons better if you have something to drink, okay?” He gently rubbed your back soothingly. You shrugged, and decided it was better to listen to Steve instead of arguing. You grabbed the stuffed animal next to you, placing him on your lap before hugging him tightly.

Steve smiled at you, and gave you a quick kiss on your forehead before making his way downstairs. He filled your cup up wtih water and grabbed a few cough drops that might help with your sore throat. He went back upstairs to your bedroom, “There, there. Such a good girl. Thank you for being patient for me, love." He helped you sit up once again to take a few sips of water. It hurt at first, but eventually helped you feel a lot better.

"There, there. Good job, pretty girl. You drank almost all of it, good girl. Always so good for her daddy.” You blushed a little at his praises, making him chuckle and lean down to kiss your forehead. He put the cup away before helping you lay back down, “Come on, how about we get some more sleepies, huh?”

“Alright, come on, pretty girl." He gently wrapped his arms around you, letting you rest your head on his chest, "Yeah, there we go. Get comfy, love. I'm right here."

[avonne-writes]

hmm i wonder how bucky knows when buck wants him to take the reigns? do they talk it out or is it just a silent interaction?

It's usually all silent, or at least it starts that way and Bucky may ask for verbal consent as they get more into it. The first time Gale subbed for him was accidental, Bucky didn't really realize what was happening until it was over and he tried to pinpoint what changed. It wasn't an intense night, just different.

This is how he knows if it's another one of those nights: Gale doesn’t make any decisions and doesn’t push back if Bucky pushes him. Bucky can manhandle him however he wants to basically no reaction other than a quiet sense of anticipation. There’s a look in Gale's eyes that tells Bucky that Gale feels a raw, visceral need for something he can’t provide to himself.

It was a bit frightening at first because Bucky thought Gale might feel unwell or something. Given the time period, they have no concept of BDSM and no safe words, so Bucky is just winging it when it happens. With each time, they sink deeper into it, until one such night leaves Gale completely out of it (in subspace). Bucky doesn’t know anything about aftercare but he still does it instinctively, and when Gale comes back, he expresses his worry to him but he’s reassured when Gale describes what those moments felt like.

[rcbertleckie]

it’s not technically Monday anymore but hoping I can add to MOTA Monday confessions: I have never become so rapidly invested and obsessed over a show. I feel a little wild for having seen it twice over and just finishing the book - which can’t tell you the last time I read an actual book and not fic- let alone one about WWII. who am I?

hahaha i also went to bed and woke up to three more so the answers were also not... technically monday

BUT MY GAHD!!!! do i relate!!! with hbo war shows (and well generally with stuff based on true stories) I think it's fascinating how you watch something and it's gut-wrenching and so so so emotional and then you are like WAIT MAN this actually happened and that brings another wave of emotions???

when i learnt (before ep8 or ep9) that buck will escape the march but bucky won't??? bucky... who was so restless, sooo wanting to get out, maybe even die trying?? (buck wanted to get out too ofc but we were really focusing on bucky's downward spiral) like i was UNWELL FOR DAYS - still am maybe.

at least this is one of the main things that gets me every time i watch hbo war... like you can choose how deep you want to go? in a sense that there is soooo much information out there about these events, people, circumstances that i feel like even though the show had absolutely no way of showing a lot of things you CAN go and look for those? and then before you know it you are in possession of such minute details it's insane and then you rewatch the show and all those puzzle pieces add up bc the creators DID know all of those and paid attention and put those in in a subtle way!!!!

like when that one dude in bob, can't remember his name, was apparently court-martialled after drinking and being an asshole, which was not in the series, but at the end of the episode you can see him leaving with the military police lolololol or maybe even certain things happening to someone else, or the timeline is a bit different but for storytelling purposes something needed to be changed, e.g. bubbles not actually dying on that mission.

[beausling]

garden

pairing: bucky barnes x fem oc

this is a song fic inspired by ‘garden song’ by phoebe bridgers. each section between lyrics is a different memory from their life together.

warnings: modern college au, very brief mention of severe weather, brief implications of body image issues and insecurities, brief non-detailed description and talk of injuries, amnesia, house fire (no injury or death), NIMBLE IS OKAY!!!, angst, fluff, kinda hurt/comfort ??, avalon and steve have the cutest friendship ever, crumbs of avasam and peppalon bffism if you squint, brief mention of buckys fuckboy era, implied smut, a teeny tiny splash of drunk!steve, swearing, bucky and avalon are both a bit unwell in the head, implications of ptsd but if you dont have ptsd yourself then you probably wont catch it, bittersweet open-ended ending, i think thats all but lmk if i need to add more !!

this is NOT betaed!! i did proofread before posting, but im also dyslexic so if theres still any errors thats why.

all work is mine, please do not repost or translate without my permission. likes and reblogs are welcome and appreciated!!!

Someday, I'm gonna live

In your house up on the hill

as they stood at the lookout deep in the catskills watching the sunset, buckys arms wrapped around her waist, avalon couldn’t help but be in complete awe. no matter how many times they’d come here to watch the sunset, or wait in the car with bated breath while the severe weather alert blared through the speakers as nearly black clouds quickly filtered into the valley, it never failed to make her gape with child-like wonder at the vast horizon.

“i’ve seen this view so many times, and it still feels surreal every time…”

“i know…” bucky whispered back, voice slightly muffled as he buried his face in the crook of her neck.

“it’s gorgeous…”

bucky raised his head to look at her, then to the view in front of them… the crystal blue reservoir below, narrow bridge crossing it in the distance, mountains for miles and the breathtaking pink and orange sky. He looked back to her and smiled.

the same view in front of them, he also held in his arms: her dyed bright orange hair, ‘i want to look like a pumpkin’ were avalons exact words when bucky found her dying it in the guest bathroom at 2am on a random wednesday. it wasn’t even fall yet, but she was just too excited to wait until october hit. the peaks and plateaus of her in the form of her body; the slope of her neck, the valley between her breasts, the curves of her waist, the dip in her hips, the bend of her knees. the bridge of her nose that she hated so much, uneven from one too many breaks never being fixed. bucky didn’t care, he loved all of her, so he’d kiss it anyways. and down to her blue-green eyes, perfection in his because they were the colors of mother nature. god, how he could always get lost in them.

“not as much as you though.” avalon let out a laugh at his comment. so cheesy, she thought.

she turned in his arms, pure adoration in buckys eyes as he stared back at her, and avalon swore in that moment she sunk further into the home she’d made for herself in his heart.

“okay, pretty boy.” she smirked, placing a long awaited kiss to his lips.

And when your skinhead neighbor goes missing

I'll plant a garden in the yard, then

it was the peak of spring. prime planting season, the wintery frost that usually covered the rural new york landscape during the cold months no longer invaded their yard.

bucky realized he hadn’t seen avalon most of the day, at least not since breakfast, and it was nearing 3pm. he thought she might’ve been in the green room, but nope. no head of messy strawberry blonde hair in sight. but then he heard it, loud and clear, that frustrated groan that filtered in through the front door, and bucky automatically knew what was going on. it was on their calendar and avalon hadn’t been able to stop talking about it for weeks; it was planting season, the end of the frost!

bucky made his way outside, a soft smile playing on his lips.

“hey, doll.”

“hi!” avalon jumped excitedly at the sound of his voice.

“what are you doing?” he already knew, but he had to play in. talking about her gardens of flowers, her pride and joy, always made her buzz with happiness. bucky felt grateful enough that she let him witness it.

“it’s planting season!” she said with a bright smile.

“oh, of course.” bucky said in a mock forgetful tone as he descended the front steps of her home — their home now.

avalon held up two small bags of seeds to bucky as she asked, “should i do pink or white peonies?”

“pink, obviously!” he replied, as if it weren’t already a given she had to plant pink peonies because ‘thems the rules!’

“obviously…” avalon rolled her eyes, already knowing what bucky was thinking, as if she could simply see into his mind.

They're gluing roses on a flatbed

You should see it, I mean thousands

the spring festival always filled avalon with joy. participating in the parade almost every year since she was three, while her mother and father usually manned their tent as vendors, along with her fathers brother who owned a brewery.

this would be buckys first year attending. it was basically his initiation, as avalon and her mom had put it.

“oh, my god… buck, look at the flower floats!” avalon beamed, her chest surging with joy. i can’t believe i was able to contribute to something so beautiful, she thought.

“they’re pretty.” bucky whispered back in her ear holding her tightly to his chest, watching the gorgeous floats filled with a plethora of flowers roll past.

“those are my roses…” she said timidly, pointing to the corral truck, all bright smiles and shining eyes. it was covered in at least a few hundred rose buds of varying colors.

“what?” buckys eyes went wide as he released his grip on her waist and she turned to face him with a shy smile. “and you didn’t tell me?”

“i wanted it to be a surprise!”

his smile shown brighter than the stars, and avalon couldn’t help but smile back the same way. bucky grabbed her waist, hoisting her up in the air and spinning her around as she laughed.

“i’m so proud of you!” he shouted, flooding her face with kisses all over.

I grew up here 'til it all went up in flames

Except the notches in the door frame

it was like a scene from a movie. avalon swore everything was going in slow motion as her feet came to an abrupt stop in the middle of the street. her mind racing a thousand miles a minute, but one thing was clear through all the haze… nimble. avalon ran straight for the blazing house.

“ma’am, please. you need to stand back.” a firefighter said as he held her back with his strong arm.

“but that’s my home! my dog is still inside!” she screamed back.

“i understand, but-“

“my dog is in there — my entire life is!” avalon was a complete mess. she knew this man was just trying to do his job, and she was extremely grateful for that, but she wouldn’t know what to do if she lost nimble. the tiny, almost fourteen year old beagle had been her best friend since she was nine.

“listen, i understand this is an incredibly difficult, and stressful situation…but you need to stay back and let us do our job.” the firefighter said with a firm nod of his head, going back to his position.

“oh god…” avalon took a step back, watching as her childhood home was consumed by the red inferno.

she fell to her knees, praying to a god she wasn’t even sure she believed in, until she heard a small voice in the back of her head. it kind of sounded like her grandma. ‘nimble will be fine, that little guy is as resilient as dinosaur bones’

not even a minute later does she look back up to see him dashing through the yard, the tiny hound, her best friend.

“nimble!” avalon sprung to her feet and raced towards him, right passed the firefighter who was telling her just minutes before to stay back.

“hey!” he yelled, trying to grab for her as she zoomed past, but failing miserably.

avalon fell to the sidewalk and scooped nimble up the second he was in arms reach, holding him tightly to her and crying.

she felt a crinkle against her chest. she looked down, and sure enough, nimble held a small brown canvas bag in his mouth marked peonies.

“anything to live up to your name, huh?” avalon said through sniffles as she removed the bag from his mouth, stuffing it into her jacket pocket and gently petting his head.

I don't know when you got taller

See our reflection in the water

everything was stressing her out. steve was so adamant that bucky would come back, and deep down avalon knew that he had to be right…he had to be, steve was buckys best friend since the dawn of time, he knew him better than anyone else. but avalon just couldn’t bring it from within herself to truly believe what the blonde was telling her.

so when avalon disappeared out of nowhere one afternoon, it was safe to say the whole group flipped the entire city upside down trying to find her. how could a girl from the catskills burrow herself so deep into manhattan when she barely even knew the city?

of course, steve being steve, he found her first because he knew all the right places to look. soho, the brooklyn bridge and riverside park. he should’ve known she’d be by the pier.

“darling?” steve called out softly. he’d know that flannel and shaggy blue hair anywhere.

avalon turned around to see her favorite of buckys friends. really, they were her friends too now. “oh… hey, steve.” she sniffled and wiped her tears away as she turned back to the water, leaning on the rail.

“we’ve all been looking everywhere for you…for two hours” there wasn’t even the slightest pinch of malice in his voice. steve wasn’t angry at all, he was concerned.

“i know, i’m sorry i scared you guys… i just needed to be alone” steve approached, standing to her right, leaning on the rail with her.

“so you came to the river?”

“buck and i, we… we used to walk the path almost every morning, so i figured… i figured no one would find me here, i guess.” avalon stared down at her morphing reflection in the hudson, steves next to her… she wished so bad that it was bucky.

“in a very public area, no one would find you?” steves gaze could burn holes through the side of her face.

she finally looked back at him, fresh tears welling in her eyes just threatening to spill over. “hey, i’m a very easy person to ignore… clearly.” she answered in a sarcastic tone.

“avi…” steves entire demeanor shifted at her indication. he knew exactly what she meant.

avalon had quickly become one of steves closest friends, right next to sam and nat. he was loyal to a fault, so he’d do anything to protect his friends from harm, but he felt useless in this situation.

“it’s fine…” avalon said dismissively with a small, sad smile. being at her and buckys spot, looking out at the same view they always did together, brought back a lot.

Off a bridge at the Huntington

I hopped the fence when I was seventeen

she stared up at the seven foot tall chainlink fence with fear. how the fuck was she supposed to climb this thing?

“ava, come on!” noah yelled from the other side.

“guys, i don’t think i can do it!” she pulled her jacket tighter around her waist, not sure if the shaking in her limbs was caused by anxiety, or the cold air that seemed to permanently swirl at night during autumn in the catskills.

“come on, don’t be a scaredy cat!” oliver teased.

avalon thought it over in her head. it wasn’t that scary, the worst that could possibly happen is falling on her ass. “alright, alright…”

so she started climbing the metal links, just as she’d seen noah and oliver do before her. at one point, close to the top, she lost her footing and almost fell. in a quick recovery she pulled herself up, swinging her legs over the top and jumping to the ground when she made it halfway down.

“see? it wasn’t that hard.” oliver said, patting her shoulder with a smirk.

“yeah” avalon smiled back. in her distracted state she didn’t realize at first that oliver had tagged her, until he started running up the hilly path.

shock spread through her face as she looked over at noah, then he started running too.

“oh, you’re gonna get it oli!” avalon yelled as she began chasing after them both.

she gained a newfound confidence that night, pride surging through her chest. there was nothing she couldn’t do.

Then I knew what I wanted

this conversation had been a long time coming. neither of them knowing the other felt the same way, but avalon wanted this so bad. it was the next step. bucky wanted it too, but he would never ask her to drop her life in catskill to move to the city. it was tug of war.

“i couldn’t ever ask you to leave your home. i mean-“ avalon cut him off. what is this kid not understanding, she thought.

“but you’re not asking me to…i’m telling you, i want to live with you in brooklyn.”

“but catskill is your home! you feel the same way about it that i feel about brooklyn!” bucky just couldn’t understand. maybe it was because he’d never been in a relationship as serious as this. maybe it was because he believed it when his intrusive thoughts told him she didn’t really feel the same way about him. but boy, was he wrong.

“my home is with you, bucky.” she said firmly.

that was the moment he saw it. he saw the same look in avalons eyes that steve always told bucky he had when he was looking at her. it filled his chest with both joy and fear.

And when I grow up, I'm gonna look up

From my phone and see my life

when steve got a call from sam the night before saying him and tony had found bucky, it wasn’t what him and avalon expected.

they raced to the hospital on steves motorcycle. upon arrival, avalon jumped off before they even came to a full stop, throwing the helmet off and running inside.

she spotted sam and tony in the waiting room, “where is he?”

“ava…” sam said softly, putting his hands on her shoulders. a lump caught in her throat at the tone in his voice.

“what happened?” her words came out barely above a whisper.

“you guys might wanna sit down…” tony spoke up. avalon hadn’t noticed steve come in, or tony hugging him comfortingly before.

the fear was clear in her eyes as she looked between all of them, sam ushering her into a seat as tony went to find the doctor so she could explain it all better.

everything sounded muffled, like she was under water. the word ‘amnesia’ rang in her head. it was the only thing she could really catch the doctor say before she was having a full blown panic attack in the middle of the hospital waiting room.

And it's gonna be just like my recurring dream

I'm at the movies, I don't remember what I'm seeing

bucky had been in the hospital for a few weeks now. avalon hadn’t been able to find the courage to see him, when on the first night sam came out of the room with shaky hands, proclaiming bucky wasn’t able to remember who he was. so far it seemed bucky wasn’t able to remember anything past age twenty.

steve went to the hospital to see bucky almost every day, and this particularly grueling morning he all but forced avalon to finally go with him.

“just because he might not remember you right now, doesn’t mean he wouldn’t want to see you.” steve said. she knew he was trying to comfort her, but it wasn’t really working. they’d been sitting on a bench just outside the main entrance of the hospital for almost thirty minutes now, and she wasn’t past waiting another thirty just to spite them both. it felt like the universe was playing a cruel joke on her.

before she could even realize what was happening, steve was dragging her inside and pulling her into the elevator.

“you’re mean, you know that?” avalon said as she crossed her arms and leaned back against the wall.

“it’s only the fifth time you’ve said it today.” steve chuckled.

as soon as the elevator doors slid open, steve was dragging her around again.

“i can walk, steve. my legs work just fine.” avalon huffed out.

“yeah, and as soon as i let go of you, you’re just gonna run for the hills… literally.” steve quipped back. avalon simply rolled her eyes at him in response.

when they got to the door avalon felt like she couldn’t breathe, like all the air was being callously pulled from her lungs. steve felt her tense.

“it’s gonna be okay, avi. i promise.” steve gave her a warm, comforting smile.

“no it’s not.” she whispered back, tears already filling her eyes.

“yes it-“

“steve, he doesn’t know me.”

“he may not be able to remember you, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t know you.”

deep down, avalon knew he was right. she knew it, but that still didn’t mean she believed it right now.

“you ready?” steve asked.

“no.” with that, steve held her hand tightly as they walked into buckys hospital room, avalon guarding herself behind his broad back.

“buck? you up?”

“hey, stevie!” and avalons heart nearly shattered. it was the first time she’d heard his voice in over a month, and it was almost like the first time again. “who’s that hiding behind you?”

her knees began to buckle under all the stress she’d been carrying with her. she leaned against steves back for support, taking in jagged breaths.

steve turned around quickly, wrapping his arms around her comfortingly. “do you wanna go say hi to him?”

“i don’t think i can even look at him without bursting into tears.” she whispered against his chest.

“you’re already in here though, right?” she nodded.

“steve?” he sounded thoroughly confused. avalon could imagine bucky was probably doing his signature puppy dog eyes/head tilt combo, she giggled at the thought of it. steve smiled.

“yeah, buck?”

“who is that? oh, my god, wait, no, don’t tell me… is that your girlfriend?” bucky smirked and wiggled his eyebrows. steve immediately went red as a avalon let out a howl of a laugh.

“ewww!” “what- no- she- she’s not…” avalon and steve spoke at the same time.

“literally fucking barf…” avalon spoke through giggles. “no offense, steve.”

“no, none taken.” he chuckled.

avalon finally looked up at bucky, and he still had that same smirk on his face. she swore it almost knocked her off her feet.

“hmm, i don’t know if i believe it…” bucky said in a sing-song voice.

“trust me, killer. steves definitely not my guy.” she said, slowly approaching his bed.

“who is then? i mean, a pretty girl like you, there’s no way you don’t have a boyfriend.” bucky was actually flirting with her right now. it’s not like she wasn’t used to it, even when they started dating he would still flirt with her. but this was different, because bucky couldn’t remember that he was her boyfriend. she was so torn between crying on her knees begging him to just remember, and continuing to fuck with him. she assumed the latter would be less painful for now, so she went along with it.

“there’s a certain brunette i have wrapped around my finger…” she smirked back at him as she sat on the end of his bed.

this was certainly going to be interesting.

The screen turns into a tidal wave

Then it's a dorm room, like a hedge maze

avalon had dreamed of attending columbia since the day she toured it when she was ten, so when she got in early decision she was more than ecstatic.

meeting bucky during the summer between freshman and sophomore year happened purely by chance, because he was a student at nyu, and avalon still lived at home during the summer. it was a struggle to make it all work when they first started dating, but they did it.

junior year was definitely a bitch though. the first few weeks kicked both of their asses, what with bucky being an athlete and avalon being a biochemistry major. he had hours upon hours of practice and training, while avalon had two to four hour long labs and seminars.

one late night as avalon crammed for a quiz in her molecular biology course, hopped up on three pipeline punch monsters and a five hour energy, she heard an unexpected knock at the door. she knew it wasn’t her roommate, isabela.

avalon grumbled, not even wanting to get up from the seat at her desk so she called out, “who is it?”

“housekeeping!” immediately knowing who it was, she jumped up and bolted to the door, swinging it open.

“bucky!” she smiled.

“hey, doll.” he smiled back, avalon practically flinging herself into his arms.

“oh, my god! what are you doing here?” her voice came out muffled as she buried her face in the crook of his neck.

“i was homesick…” bucky shrugged. avalon pulled her face away to look at him, not a hint of anything but love behind his eyes. she pulled him back in and hugged him even tighter.

avalon was his home, and bucky was hers.

And when I find you

You touch my leg and I insist

everyone that knew bucky knew he was a playboy. never being tied down to one girl for more than a few nights. it was always like that. at least, that was, until he met avalon.

hes a brooklyn boy. blood, bread, born and raised. first kiss at nine and lost his virginity by sixteen. avalon was very different. shes a catskills girl through and through. first kiss at thirteen and still a virgin. she didn’t want to give all of herself to just anyone.

“you know, we don’t have to do anything if you aren’t ready yet. i don’t want you to feel pressured.” bucky said as they sat on the edge of her bed. avalon made sure isabela wouldn’t be back tonight so she could have the dorm room for her and bucky.

she really wanted this. she wanted it with bucky. she wanted everything with bucky.

“i know, i’m okay… i am ready.” she looked up at him to see the softest, sweetest smile on his face.

god, bucky barnes was going to be the absolute death of avalon fiore.

But I wake up before we do it

buckys recovery after the accident was a very long and hard process. it took nearly a year for his memory to be restored, at least to the point of remembering avalon and all of his friends. he was still staying with steve until his doctor fully cleared him to go back to his usual life, and avalon stayed with him almost every night, as he oftentimes had nightmares and she was the only person that could calm him down.

this just so happened to be one of those nights. avalon woke up to him thrashing around in the bed, which wasn’t too unusual, but it typically meant that his nightmares were worse than normal and it’d probably be a lot harder to get him back to sleep. avalon didn’t mind helping him a single bit. she loved him so much, she would do this for the rest of her life if she had to.

she wrapped herself around him and held him down as best she could, being his human weighted blanket.

“buck…” she spoke softly in his ear, and he jolted awake, hyperventilating and shaking like a leaf. “bucky- hey, hey, hey. hey, it’s me. it’s me, it’s just me. i’m here, okay? you’re gonna be okay, i promise. i’m right here.” she whispered as she ran her hands through his hair.

I don't know how, but I'm taller

It must be something in the water

avalon stood at the pier in riverside park as she did almost every day. just because bucky hurt her didn’t mean she was going to let him ruin the hudson for her. she had so many memories here, and the good definitely outweighed the bad.

“avalon…” she didn’t need to turn around and see his face to know it was him. she’d know that voice anytime, any place. even if she was deaf, she’d know the vibrations.

she pursed her lips as she felt him get closer behind her. “hi, james.” she replied plainly, looking back out over the river.

bucky was ready to get on his knees and beg for her forgiveness in front of every person walking empire state trail. “avs, please-“

she finally turned around at that, hearing the nickname only bucky ever called her. it sounded so foul running from his lips now. “no, no. no. you don’t get to call me that!” avalon yelled, shoving him back. “not anymore…” she whispered coldly, tears brimming her waterline as she walked away.

bucky fell to his knees crying. he didn’t care if anyone thought he looked pathetic, he felt horrible. he didn’t care if they trampled over him, he already felt like he was dying inside knowing how much pain he caused avalon.

Everything's growing in our garden

You don't have to know that it's haunted

many years ago now, not too long after meeting her for the first time, pepper asked avalon if she could teach her how to garden. they planted a beautiful array of flowers around the outside of the house. pepper had enough skill now after all these years to do everything herself, and was even beginning to pass all her knowledge down to morgan.

after everything that had happened recently, steve, and everyone else really, started to notice that avalon wasn’t going out as much. she seemed in a funk and they didn’t know how to help. she was always at her best surrounded by her friends and family, but now she felt too weak to even get out of bed most days. tony and pepper insisted avalon and steve come over for dinner, so that’s where they were, at the couples cabin deep in the adirondacks.

as pepper prepared a feast in the kitchen, steve and tony drinking on the porch and catching up while morgan played in the living room, avalon decided to get some fresh air and walk around the property. she stared fondly at the garden surrounding the house, remembering when her and pepper first planted it. something near the edge of the deck caught her eye… a small bundle of pink peonies.

she wasn’t sure exactly what came over her, but the next second avalon was ripping them out of the ground and pulling them apart. the guys shared a look.

“is she… okay?” tony asked, brows furrowed.

“she’s… she’s uhh… pulling out the peonies.”

“why?” steve himself wasn’t too sure either and he was thoroughly worried and confused, so he went over to check on her.

“avi…” he said, putting a hand on her shoulder.

she slowed to a stop, holding some destroyed buds in her hands as she began crying. “i can’t- i can’t… it’s like he’s a ghost, just haunting me at every corner i turn.” she looked up at steve and whispered, “i just can’t do it anymore.”

steve leaned down to hug her, but just as he did she went right back to ripping up the peonies and punching the ground, cursing god for playing such a sick joke on her.

steve walked back up the porch, far more perplexed than before. “she said something about a ghost, i don’t… i don’t know.” he sighed.

“a what?” tony screeched.

The doctor put her hands over my liver

She told me my resentment's getting smaller

seven months had now passed since avalon broke up with bucky, and everyones lives had been rockier than the devils tombstone. bucky got a new apartment in brooklyn, while avalon stayed with steve until her new home in the catskills was finished. she planned to move back there and get on with her life, maybe teach plant biology at her old high school, or work for the wethersfield estate tending to the gardens.

it was a rare night that only ever happened once in a blue moon where steve and avalon were off work on the same night, no flowers to sell or cars to fix. they decided to stay in watching movies together while getting wine drunk.

“i don’t know, i just don’t think i needed to see luke peglers bare ass tonight.” steve shrugged, avalon laughing hysterically.

“oh, i definitely did.” she said giggling, taking a sip from her glass.

steve shifted in his seat to face her, “can we talk about it now?” he asked softly.

“talk about what?” avalon said, raising a brow. she knew exactly what he meant, but she didn’t want to argue with him about it anymore. they’d been going back in forth for months now and avalon just wanted to put everything to rest and move on.

“i know he messed up, avi…” she rolled her eyes at that.

“yeah, no shit. tell me something i don’t already know, rogers.” she replied, downing the rest of the wine in her glass. steve huffed. why does she have to be so damn stubborn, he thought.

“do you think you’ll ever be able to forgive him?”

“i don’t know, steve. i really don’t.” she sighed.

this was the first time in her life that avalon wasn’t sure what her future would look like. since the day she met bucky in soho, the summer her uncles brewery expanded into the city, she imagined he’d be there until the very end.

No, I'm not afraid of hard work

I get everything I want

nearly a year with no contact and house in the catskills still unfinished, avalon was going stir-crazy. she felt out of her mind and didn’t know what to do. steve always worked longer hours than her, tony and pepper were in the adirondacks, nat and yelena were visiting their parents in russia, sam was working on his parents old boat in louisiana, wanda moved back to sokovia, and she had not the slightest idea what thor, bruce and clint were up to these days, considering they never answered their damn phones. she was still convinced after all these years that thor didn’t even know how to use his phone.

she made the decision, without even thinking really, but she was ready for the hell to end. she wasn’t sure if this was absolutely insane and would regret ever doing it, or if she was pure genius and would regret having not done it sooner.

“there’s literally no turning back now…” she whispered to herself in the dark of her car as she began driving over the brooklyn bridge.

she got turned around at first, taking the route to his old apartment. it was muscle memory. she’d completely forgotten he moved. by the time she finally made it there it was nearly 11:30pm, and she was sure he would be asleep.

but she knocked anyways.

and he answered.

“avalon…” he couldn’t believe she was standing in his doorway right now, a look of utter shock spread across his face.

“hi, bucky.” she said softly with a smile.

“get in here, right now!” when she didn’t move, bucky grabbed her arms and pulled her swiftly into his apartment.

“well, hello there…” she said through giggles while bucky spun her around.

“oh, my god…” he put her back on her feet, and when her smile didn’t falter he held her face gently in his hands to ground himself. this had to be a dream, he thought. “hi, doll!” he whispered in the space between them.

avalon smiled wider, running her hands through his hair. bucky leaned into her touch, eyes fluttering closed as he let out a content sigh. “hey, pretty boy.”

she still had no idea what her future was going to look like from here on out, but she knew she needed bucky in it forever. they would definitely talk about everything later, but for right now she just needed to live in this moment.

they were finally home again.

I have everything I wanted

[luvrodite]

how long have you been into jason and how did you discover him?

putting it under a cut bc i lowk rambled lol i am so sorry

a while nonnie 😭 i think since i was around 14/15 LMAO so like the end of 2016/early 2017 i think? i genuinely can't remember a lot of things from that time but at the same time i do? it's a mess. i know i was really into marvel and spn and i followed a bunch of blogs on here around that time and i think the fanbase overlapped a bit.

i was a big bucky girl but also i used to read x reader fics for literally EVERY fandom on deviantart (i feel ancient saying that) and i think they used to have a feature like on tumblr where you could see related posts or recommended posts and i literally just read EVERYTHING i came across and that's how i got into marvel i'm pretty sure. a lot of the time fanfiction is what gets me into actual fandoms lol, fan made content is always going to attract my interest more than official trailers etc.

i'm totally rambling but it was literally just an internet pipeline effect. i grew up with dc cartoons and tv shows but that's really when i actually got into it and the batfamily. i had such a huge crush on nightwing at first but like. looking back at it jason was always gonna be it lmao he was always going to be it. u can't hand a 15 year old girl who's full of rage jason todd and expect her not to attach herself to him lol

anyway sorry again for rambling nonnie but i love him very dearly he is like. inherently part of my psyche. it makes me unwell thinking about it /pos

[benvenutio]

🔊buck

ok i'm also going to do five songs bc i can NOT express everything in just one!!

waiting room by phoebe bridgers - hahahahahahahahahaha. this song makes me so mentally unwell. it's just so ❗❗. the quiet resignation of that final 'know it's for the better' repeat building to the climax. buck anthem FOR REAL. he's so reserved but u just KNOW he'd sit there with his first aid kit and bleed 👊

i bet on losing dogs by mitski - BUCK BETS ON LOSING DOGS (JOHN) HE KNOWS THEY'RE LOSING AND HE PAYS FOR HIS PLACE BY THE RING. i Will find a way to connect any dog motif song to clegan it's my job

black friday by tom odell - listen. listen. does this ostensibly fit john more? yes. do i think abt gale when i listen to it anyway? also yes. there's just smth so soft and quiet and aching about this song it makes me 😃🔫

how i get myself killed by indigo de souza - daddy issues electra complex gale cleven and his habit of apologizing for being Right ❗❗ that scene where bucky literally cracked his rib i think and GALE apologizes??? oh babygirl u are so fucked in the head 💞👊

nobody else will be there by the national - this is more of a post-canon clegan song to me but i think it really captures the kind of restrained devotion buck exhibits. like john needs buck's attention and his approval and his focus at all times and we see so much of that but we only ever see buck holding back - like he's aware of how he feels but he knows not to try anything. great dynamic to me i could chew on this for hoursss

[findafight]

for the tws au i can see nancy as peggy tbh. even tho im not v interested in ronance, ngl i sorta was thinking about it with steve as steve for some reason lol, bet i got confused bc of the name! but i was thinking about nancy as peggy just bc like steve & nancys relationship sorta has a "missing/longing for what could have been if not for X happening" type of quality to it, i also thought nancy with gun, peggy with gun, hmmmm....

also i have to say i love the au idea but also it reminded me of how much i don't love steves ending in endgame lol! im not gonna get into it too much, but like he literally just got his bestie back from the dust and then he goes to spend the rest of his life with a woman he has already mourned and come to terms with the loss???? and Also crazy to not spend his life with his best friend whos the Literally only person IN THE WORLD who can relate to his experiences of being "a man out of time" like even when he goes back in time he's already lived in the 21st century, he will still be out of place in the 40s. okay I'm gonna stop now! <3

Oh yeah! I initially thought of Nancy for Peggy too because she could fit as a Peggy role well, (even tho I also don't care much for rnce) but I also didn't want to have Nancy be the only one from the past! Totally agree that steve as cap au would have that same "what would have been" kind of longing that would fit stancy nicely? also there's that scene in first avenger where peggy just. shoots at steve(rogers) when he has the shield and that's such a nancy thing to do (no gun safety😔)

buddy....my pal....you do NOT have to tell me about how weird and icky and unsatisfying Steve's endgame plot was. (if i continue the au i am NOT following mcu canon past catws) You are so right on all counts. Like. the centre of literally every decision Steve made in the three movies that centred him was about Bucky. His best friend who he thought was dead and miraculously got back! Like. WHY did he abandon his BOY in endgame. Not just the only person in the whole WORLD to be able to understand not only being a man out of time but also being a supersoldier, but also his best friend whom he has risked everything for multiple times! it doesn't make sense its so dumb. I stopped caring about mc/u way before endgame tho so i just pretend it didn't happen it's just frustrating. ca wintersoldier makes me unwell forever. [deleted an analysis of why ws is one of the best mcu films so if you want my caws opinions feel free to drop back in lol]