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thatlovinfeelin · 1 year

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Flightless Bird | fourteen | Bradley Rooster Bradshaw

Synopsis: Josephine Wilson Miller is alone for the first time in her life. She got married after her first year of college and became a housewife, but that life is gone now. So she runs to San Diego, to her childhood best friend Jake, where she meets the man who could very well be her salvation.

series warnings: unplanned pregnancy, just pregnancy in general, talks of infertility. past mental and emotional abuse. anxiety. talks of women's reproductive systems (idk)

“Good morning, Jose, how are we feeling today?”

“Hey Doctor Kerner,” Jose sighed, moving on the bed, “I feel like I’m going to explode.”

The woman laughed as she sat on her stool, “Welcome to the late stages of pregnancy. My husband said I was the worst.”

“I think anyone around me would agree,” Jose couldn’t help but laugh, “My emotions are bad enough without adding in the fact I’m always uncomfortable.”

“Well, let’s take a look and see what little miss up to,” Doctor Kerner replied, grabbing a pair of gloves, “Have you had any contractions that you know of?”

“Nothing consistent or powerful. Maybe one or two in the last week?” Jose replied.

“Well you aren’t dilated and I’m not seeing any signs of your body getting ready for labor,” Doctor Kerner informed Jose, “I think this little girl is okay with staying for a little while.”

“Thank god, I’m not ready for her to be out here yet.”

“Is Lieutenant Bradshaw behaving? I can have a talk with his Captain, I know him very well,” The Doctor rolled away on her stool.

“I-How did you know about Bradley?” Jose questioned.

“Off the record now, but the women on this base talk a whole lot. Bradley Bradshaw was the catch of the base, until you came along. Not to mention my husband and his old wingmen gossip like teenage girls,” Doctor Kerner laughed, “I also have a soft spot for him, my husband and I knew his parents.”

“You knew Bradley’s parents?” Jose questioned, fully sitting up now, “He doesn’t talk about them a whole lot.”

“Goose and Carole,” She smiled softly, “My husband, Ron, went to the Academy with Goose, of course he was just plain Nick Bradshaw then. Carole and I became good friends over the years. Somehow the boys managed to be at Topgun at the same time. Ron was in the air the day Goose died. It wrecked him for a while. Wrecked all of them really, especially Maverick. I think that poor man still carries that day with him.”

“So your husband was a pilot too?”

“A backseater actually, like Goose, only Ron flew with Tom Kasanzky back in the day, better known as Iceman. After Goose, all of us did our best to be there for Carole and Bradley, no matter what. We lost touch when Bradley was in high school though, my Ron and sweet Carole got sick around the same time. Ron’s been gone nearly ten years now.”

“What was his callsign?”

“Slider,” She smiled at Jose, “Moral of the story, Bradley is a good boy…or man. He’s a good man, between him and Seresin, I think you and your baby are going to be well taken care of.”

“I’m not worried about that, more worried about how spoiled she’s going to be,” Jose remarked, “But thank you for the talk, I think I needed it. Jake and Bradley want to set me up with some girls so I have more than just them and Phoenix. They said I need a mom friend too.”

“I think that’s a great idea,” Doctor Kerner agreed, “That’s my full medical opinion. Now get out of here, you and baby Wilson are all clear.”

Later that night, Jose found herself in Bradley’s Bronco, headed towards his ‘Uncle’s’ place. Jose hadn’t met the great Pete Maverick Mitchell yet, but that was about to change. She was also going to officially meet his girlfriend, Penny, who owned The Hard Deck, and her daughter Ameilia. Bradley smiled as he told her about the young girl, stating that he felt very much like a big brother towards her now.

Jose couldn’t help but be nervous, and it seemed like her baby seemed to feel that too. Because the littlest Wilson wouldn’t stop moving around and kicking. Jose grunted a bit as she shifted in her seat again, hoping to get into a more comfortable position, but the baby just kept kicking and punching at her.

“Is she moving a lot?” Bradley questioned once at a stoplight.

“God,” You groaned, “She won’t stop. I’m glad she’s moving, but she genuinely won’t quit.”

He laughed a little before putting a hand on her bump. In return the baby kicked right where his hand was. He smiled and moved it over a little, only for her to do the same exact thing. Anywhere he moved his hand, she would either kick or punch it. While Bradley was having a great time with this, Jose was grunting with every movement.

“You like playing that game with Bradley, don’t you?” You groaned, poking your stomach, “Maybe do it a little bit more gently. Mama is not the best punching bag.”

“Sorry,” Bradley was quick to say, pulling his hand back, “Forgot it isn’t comfortable for you.”

But Jose just reached for his hand and put it back on her stomach, letting her smile show, “I didn’t say I didn’t like you playing around with her. Just that she needed to kick and hit a little softer. I’m glad she’s responding to you.”

Bradley looked over and couldn’t help but smile at the woman next to him. Every time he thought he knew what she was going to do or say, she kept surprising him. She handled all of his far better than anyone could’ve imagined her to. It made his chest feel almost too small for his heart. For a second, he wondered if this is what his dad felt like towards his mom. He hoped that it was true, he hoped Goose felt a fraction of what Bradley felt for Jose and her daughter.

“If you want to go at any point, just let me know,” Bradley told her as he pulled in front of a small house, “They’ll understand, I promise.”

Jose nodded, squeezing his hand before reaching for her seatbelt buckle. She wasn’t sure about meeting three new people at once, but she trusted Bradley. She knew that he wouldn’t bring her to meet people that weren’t worth knowing. She had to trust that they would be just as great as Bradley.

He led her to the front door before knocking a couple of times. A middle aged woman with dark wavy hair answered the door, automatically pulling Bradley in for a hug before turning towards Jose. Her smile was warm and inviting as she got a good look at her.

“You must be the Jose we’ve heard so much about,” Penny then hugged Jose as tightly as she could without squishing her or the baby, “It’s so good to finally meet you honey. Come on in and sit down, I remember how uncomfortable I was on my feet when I was this far along.”

Jose blushed, “It’s awful really. I have a bowling ball attached to my stomach.”

“I‘ll get you some water,” Penny offered, “Pete! Amelia! They’re here.”

A man rounded the corner. He was shorter than Jose expected for a man of his legend, but seemed more than happy to see Bradley. He hugged him, patting his back several times, before turning towards Jose.

“I’m Pete, but almost everyone calls me Maverick,” He extended a hand, “It’s good to meet you Jose. Dinner should be ready soon.”

“Alright, let me get her settled, okay?” Bradley laughed, putting a hand on Jose’s back to lead her, “The munchkin has been really active and kicking the living shit out of her. Partially my fault.”

“Of course it’s your fault,” Another voice joked from the living room.

Bradley sighed, “Jose, meet Amelia, Amelia meet Jose,” Then he shot the young girl a look, “Play nice.”

She stuck out her tongue, “I’m always nice, birdbrain.”

Jose laughed, nudging Bradley with her elbow, “Huh, Birdbrain, I like that. Fits more than Rooster.”

“Hey! Birds can be smart,” he defended himself, helping her sit down.

“Sure they are,” Amelia snorted.

Bradley glanced around before flipping the younger girl off. She only laughed and returned the favor, narrowing her eyes at him. He told Jose that he was going to help Maverick with dinner, before disappearing out of the back door in search of the older man.

This left Jose alone with Amelia. The younger girl eyed her carefully, looking her up and down. Amelia leaned back into the sofa, stretching her arms out along the back with a sigh.

“So, you’re having a baby?”

“Uh,” Jose looked down at her stomach, almost wanting to laugh, “Yeah, a girl. She could come any day, really. But the plan is to keep her cooking a little while longer. At least another month.”

“I’ll babysit,” Amelia shrugged, “You know, if you need anyone. I’m good with kids. I babysit some of the little baby base rats.”

Jose smiled, “I’d like that. As long as your mom is okay with it.”

“I would love it,” Penny spoke up, “In fact, I insist that you let us watch after that baby every now and again. Seeing as you’re apart of this family now, whether you like it or not.”

Jose smiled. When was the last time that she really felt like she was a part of a family? Her mom sure as hell didn’t give her much of a family feel, not since it was just them and her mom was hardly there for her. Mrs. Seresin tried her best, but the relationship with her husband and some of the daughters made things difficult. Michael was her family once, but then he turned on her.

“I like that,” Jose admitted, “I don’t have much in the way of a family.”

Penny smiled almost sadly, “Well, you do now. And you’re welcome here anytime, with or without Bradley.”

“Thank you, I really appreciate that,” Jose replied honestly.

“And if you ever need any help with the baby, you can call me anytime. It’s been a while since I had Amelia,” Penny told her, “But I still remember a thing or two. It helps to have someone who’s been through it all before.”

Jose nodded, “I’ve been told. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate your offer. I’ll take you up on it, I’m sure.”

“Good,” Penny smiled, “Now, let’s go eat. The boys should be finished with dinner.”

And just like that, Jose had more of a family than she ever had. Four people, aside from Jake, who genuinely seemed to care about her. SIx people, including Jake and Natasha, who genuinely wanted the best for her and her baby. And her baby. Her sweet little girl who would be joining the world sooner rather than later. Her daughter, all hers, hers to love and cherish, hers to protect. Though she was scared to death, Jose couldn’t wait to meet her.

She couldn’t wait to see what she would be like. What color her eyes and hair would be. Would she have dimples? Or freckles? Even if she looked like Michael, Jose would love her endlessly. Jose simply just couldn’t wait to meet and hold her little girl. And she certainly couldn’t wait to introduce her to her new little family.

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ace-din-djarin · 8 months

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Come On, Kid

Here's another Ted Lasso ficlet for you all! This one features kid!Roy and made me sad while writing it. Poor baby is going through it. Enjoy!

He learns of his grandfather’s death in a phone call one Tuesday evening after training. He’s still in his kit, standing in stocking feet in the manager’s office, clutching the receiver in numb fingers.

“I’m sorry, Royboy,” his dad says, tinny and distant. “It was quick, he didn’t suffer. He loved you, you know?”

“Yeah,” Roy thinks he says. He’s not sure – he can’t feel his face. “What – is Mum okay? And Sarah?”

“Mum and Sarah are okay.”

He passes the phone back to Coach Wilson when his dad asks him to, and then he stands, ears buzzing, letting Coach’s quiet voice wash over him.

He was gonna teach me how to ride a bike, Roy thinks.

His eyes burn; his breath hitches in his throat, painful and hot.

Coach sets the phone down with a click that Roy barely hears. He’s speaking to Roy now – Roy blinks, once twice three times, and swallows against the lump in his throat. He looks up.

“... it’ll be okay, Roy,” Coach is saying. He’s crouched in front of him now, and Roy doesn’t know how he got there, just that he’s looking at Roy with pity in his eyes and Roy hates it, bright and sudden and burning. “”M fine,” he snarls, swiping a hand across his eyes. “‘M not a baby.”

“‘Course you’re not, kid. But it’s okay to be sad.” I’m not sad, Roy thinks, because sadness is such a small word for what he’s feeling. It fits just as poorly as his old rain jacket had last time he’d tried it on, tight across the shoulders and hitting mid-waist.

Coach is still crouched in front of him, still talking. “... Dad’ll be here to pick you up tomorrow. The funeral’s on Sunday. You’ll go home ‘till then, and be back on Monday.” “But– but I can’t –” Roy’s breath hitches. “I can’t miss that much training, Coach,” he says, and it’s only half-strangled. “It’ll be alright, Roy. You won’t be in trouble. You want some time with your family, yeah?”

Does he? He wants to see Sarah. And a hug from Mum would be good. But it won’t be his whole family anymore. Granddad won’t be there with a sneaked sweet and a big hand ruffling through his curls.

Roy sniffs and shrugs. His throat has closed, now; he can’t get any more words out. Coach seems to understand. He pats Roy on the shoulder, fleeting pressure, and then he stands with a groan.

“Come on, kid,” he says, and rests his hand on Roy’s back to steer him out of his office, gentle but firm. “There’s still time to get to the canteen, if you hurry.”

Roy can’t choke down more than a few bites of his dinner. He thinks one of the assistant coaches must have said something to the other boys, because they don’t say anything, just look away when he sits down. He doesn’t care. His eyes feel itchy and hot, and there’s a hole where his stomach should be.

He’s given a wide berth as they get ready for bed. Out of the corner of his eye Roy sees Jeremy Young tilt his head toward Matty O’Connor, sees them both glance at him and then away again just as quick when they see him watching. They’ve got matching expressions of pity on their faces. Rage rises in his chest, swift and burning, and suddenly Roy wants to smack that look right off Jeremy’s face, wants them both to hurt, wants wants wants —

“Lights out in ten!”

The dorm monitor’s usual call snaps Roy back into his head. His hands are shaking, he realizes, fists clenched tight around the pajamas he’s still clutching to his chest. He swallows down the sudden burn of tears, shoves it down deep, and slips past Jeremy and Matty and their stares, into the bathroom to change.

Later in the dark, quiet dorm, surrounded by the gentle breathing of a dozen sleeping boys, he curls up underneath his blankie and finally lets himself cry.

#poor baby Roy #had a flash of Roy’s dad calling him Royboy and then the rest of this happened #I feel like Roy’s dealt with anger for a long time #he learned eventually how to channel it into football but not when he was nine #ted lasso fic #roy kent #roy kent fanfiction

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thedevilslittlebottleofhotsauce · 1 year

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top ten all time favorite fics

Bury Your Sons Slade Wilson doesn't have a conscience. If he ever had one, he got rid of it years ago. But watching a man half his age cry every night from his nightmares is starting to get to him, waking up feelings he long ago put aside. Jason Todd and slade Wilson father son relationship this fic was so good it is my absolute favorite it is set in Arkham knight verse it healed my daddy issues I went into the new year reading this

2. Wait Patiently (For You To Devour Me) dream of the endless/ the Corinthian

'He knew what he was thanking the being for then. He knew why he was on his knees, hunched over and trembling, craning his neck to drink up the celestial form that befell him. He knew why his heart pumped the blood through his veins. He knew why he felt the warmth and saw the light and worshipped the beauty. It was all because of him. It was all for him.

“Who are you?” The figure leaned further over him in response, looming over him in a way that should have scared him, should’ve made him cower under his gaze, but only served to make his body shake in anticipation. The air seemed to swirl around the two, disturbed by the sudden movement, subtle particles of dust illuminated and sprawling. He swallowed thickly. The being smiled.

“I’m Dream,” He tested the word in his mouth, repeating it like a prayer on his lips, “And you, are my Corinthian.”' this one was written so beautifully.

3. Safe at Anchor Derek hale/ stiles stilinski

All hail Stiles, the Fixer of Wolves. this one is really sweet with some good old platonic cuddling till later its not. will need an account to read

4. Ashes, Ashes Derek hale/ stiles stlinlinski

The Sheriff gets a call at work - someone's tried to burn down his home with his son inside.

"I thought of you coming here, and finding me dead, of another burnt out husk of a body, something else fire has stolen from you, of you having nothing left to grasp but ashes," John can't even call that a whimper, it's clearly a whine as Derek's hands tighten against Stile's hips, as if his boy will shudder to dust at the mere mention of the possibility unless Derek's hands can hold him into one piece, "and that thought was worse than dying." this one definitely made me cry

5. that’s the art of getting by Remus lupin/ Sirius black

“What do you want me to do?” Remus says, tiredly. All he wants is to curl up on his bed. Smoke a pack of cigarettes. Get drunk. He can’t stop looking at Harry.

“Remus...” Dumbledore is gentle. Remus hates when he has that tone. Hates that he knows it will hurt. “There is no one else left.”

A bitter laugh escapes him. “So you’ll curse the poor thing with a werewolf for a guardian?” god I love it when Remus lupin is a wreak

6. Crooked Love Roman Sionis/ victor zsasz

Roman Sionis comes back to Gotham after eight years and struggles to establish a space for himself in his father's company.

Victor Zsasz sees a pretty face in a club and becomes infatuated.

(or: the untold backstory of Roman Sionis and his right hand man) i just love serial killers and victor zsasz

7. THE HUES IN OUR HAIR COMPLIMENT ONE ANOTHER.

"I have scars too." It's an offering, something small and fragile clasped in his palm. Bruce offers the hand holding the dangerous vulnerability of his life to Jason, waiting.

Jason turns to look at Bruce over his shoulder, and Bruce sees the moment understanding fills the boy's eyes. Sometimes Jason acts too old for his age, filled with empathy beyond his years.

He reaches out and accepts the small offering, holding it carefully in his own damaged hands.

(The first time Bruce washes his son's hair.) short sweet Bruce and Jason being father- son pre robin Jason

8. Laughter Lines Roy harper/ Jason Todd

Roy had fatherhood thrust upon him, and honestly, he's terrified. He doesn't know how to be a dad, he doesn't even know if he can be one. At least Roy doesn't have to do this alone- not as alone as he expected. Support from his friends brings the most unexpected bit of help Roy could have gotten-

Jason. Dick's kid brother who seems more than happy to spend every second he can with Roy and Lian. Who smiles when Roy laughs and looks genuinely happy when he's holding Lian. Who cares about Roy more than he should- and who Roy never wants to hurt.

And when he loses Jason, Roy is so sure he has. Sure he should have done something differently, somehow. So when a new face shows up in Gotham, and Roy gets wind of who he might be, he has no choice but to face the reality that Jason still needs him. That maybe he's got a second chance to do right by the kid he loved and simply couldn't. i just love me some Roy harper and Jason Todd

9. and you can use my skin castiel/ dean winchester

Castiel slips from his chair to kneel at Dean’s feet. He takes Dean’s hands in his, and there on the floor holding something with devotion, he understands Communion. He understands Eucharist. He understands believing in someone so deeply that to shelter a piece of them within yourself is an act of untempered faith, love and prayer and deep-wide trust.

Cas comes back. Dean can’t stop touching him. I had to at least put a destiel fic on here

10. Lock All The Doors Behind You Derek hale/ stiles stilinski

He has no idea what you're supposed to say when you find one of your...werewolf acquaintances, completely out of their mind, growling like they're about to see what your insides taste like. There's no handbook for this. Stiles is thinking that if he survives he might write one. really cute and hilarious

honorable mention. The Corner of Divinity slade Wilson/ Jason Todd

He stared, heart in his throat. He couldn’t tear his eyes away. The heavy tang of blood was thick in the air and his feet felt like lead. He couldn’t move. He wasn’t even sure he wanted to. Whatever he’d expected to find, it wasn’t this.

Deathstroke’s lips twisted in a smirk. “I hoped you would show.”

“How could I resist?” Jason drawled, grateful his helmet hid his voice and for the scent blocking patches on his neck. “It was such an artfully worded invitation.” i had to through this one on here slade murders the joke for Jason hell yeah will need an account to read

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trashywormeateroffics · 2 years

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The right universe.

Summary: After Y/N's life turns upside down, she's full of grief. Somehow, one day, she manages to travel to the MCU, where she meets her favorite characters, including a certain god who seems willing to establish a friendship with her. Suddenly she's enwrapped in this new world, where everything she loved in a screen is now reality. How will she react? Will she be able to deal with the ghosts that haunt her? Or will she let them consume her? Will she be open to accept the love she is offered? Read to find out!

Read this on AO3!

Category: F/M.

Relationships: Loki/reader.

Characters: Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Vision (Marvel), Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Stephen Strange, Nick Fury, Maria Hill, Bruce Banner, Thor (Marvel), Clint Barton, Steve Rogers, Peter Parker, other minor appearances of other characters but these are the main ones, Pepper Potts, Loki (Marvel).

Additional tags: Loki/reader - Freeform, Avenger Loki (Marvel), Loki & Tony Stark Friendship, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Smut, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Fluffyfest, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Pining a lot because we love to suffer, Domestic Avengers, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Tony Stark is a parental figure, Natasha Romanov Is a Good Bro, Everyone is a good bro, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, y/n, After Infinity War but no one died and the purple bitch was defeated, Missions, Y/N is a universe traveller, Grief, Therapy, Protective Loki (Marvel), Loki in love.

MASTERLIST OF THE STORY

Chapter 10: Do you think I'm cool?

Y/N was currently walking down the street with a nervous god by her side. They were heading to Peter's high school to pick him up, since she had asked him to join. It was the first time he was out of the compound since he arrived, and some people were staring, unable to let go of the events that took place here under his army's force a few years ago. It had been a few weeks since their first training session, and they had gotten more close.

“I told you this was not a good idea.” He said, glancing at her. She was about to say something, but thought better of it. It was probably hard to have so many people hate you for a mistake of your past, one that you didn't completely choose. So what she did was the best idea she could think of. Loki was surprised when she took his hand, but didn't pull away, instead interlacing their fingers together. She gave him a squeeze, letting him know that she was there, that he wasn't alone facing this, and when he looked at her, Y/N smiled softly at him.

Soon enough they arrived at the school, right when the kids were pouring out of the big doors. Peter saw them and started running towards them, but he fell to the floor due to a leg getting in the way.

“You should be more careful where you step Penis Parker!” A boy said, surrounded by his friends, who were all laughing at a humiliated Peter.

“Hey!” Y/N came closer to them, letting go of Loki's hand and helping the spider-teen up.

“Ooh, looks like Penis needs his girlfriend to protect him.” The boy said mockingly.

“I'm sorry, do you think that you're funny? With what? That 2010's humor?” She asked him, her tone getting more angry by the second. “You're a poor excuse for a bully, not even good jokes...” She said, shaking her head.

“And who are you?” He said, frowning in annoyance.

“Y/N,” she answered.

“I don't even know who you are.” The boy said, dismissing her.

“Keep being an asshole and you will.” Y/N said, a sickening sweet smile on her face.

“Am I supposed to be scared?”

“You can do whatever you want, all I'm telling you is that if you continue to test my patience and bother him, I will not hesitate in gutting you like a fish and stuffing your mouth with the remains of your organs.”

“Ooh, an empty threat. So scary.” Grabbing the knife she had strapped on her hip and looking straight into his eyes, she threw it, the knife sinking exactly into the toe of his shoe, brushing his fingers.

“Is that a tangible enough threat for you?” She asked, smiling sweetly.

“H-hey! We were just kidding…” He raised his hands in surrender and when Y/N didn't make a move towards him, he signaled to his friends with his head, all of them leaving.

She turned around to a shocked Peter and, surprisingly, an equally as shocked Loki.

“That was so cool!” The spider-boy said and she laughed breathily.

“Come on, I'm hungry.” She told him and the three of them headed to a place she knew all too well.

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“And did you see Flash's face when the knife hit his foot? And the way she threw the knife, it was awesome!” Peter said to Loki, who just stared at him agreeing but silently, not that he needed to speak, since the spider-child was doing all the talking while Y/N was ordering their shawarmas, a vegetarian one for her.

A few minutes later, she arrived at the table with a tray.

“This one's for you, Itsy Bitsy…” She said handing a wrapped paper with something inside to Parker, “This one's for you Lokie Dokie, and this one's for me!”

“Lokie Dokie?”

“Your name is so great for nicknames, I can't help myself!” She said, making him smile and roll his eyes.

“Can I call you Lokie Dokie too Mr. Loki?” Peter asked but before he could deny the kid, Y/N interrupted him.

“Of course you can, he would love it!” She knew he wouldn't love it, but she loved teasing him and he knew that, so he didn't say anything. “So, what were you two talking about?”

“The spiderling here has been gushing about how cool you are.”

“Ooh,” she sang. “Do you think I'm cool Loki?” He rolled his eyes.

“Beyond the fact that the word is not a part of my daily lexicon, yes, you were very cool.”

“Ha! He thinks I'm cool.” She said to Peter, who laughed with her.

“I said were.”

“Yeah sure Lokie Dokie.” Parker said, making Y/N laugh and eventually making Loki, reluctantly at first, join in too.

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Loki decided to join dinner with the team, the word decided loose, since Y/N dragged him there much to his annoyance.

“I'm tired of you eating alone in your room every day, you are coming to dinner with the rest of the people!” She had said.

“I do not eat alone, you are there.”

“Yeah yeah, you are not going to sweet talk me out of this Lokes.”

And that's how he found himself in this situation. Eating in an uncomfortable silence next to Y/N, with the rest of the Avengers, who suddenly were as quiet as if a mouse had eaten their tongues.

“Okay everyone, I was thinking,” Y/N began. “What if we get a dog? Or a cat? Ooh a cat would be lovely! So tiny and adorable, little meow meow.”

“Absolutely not.” Tony said.

“But guys…” She drew out. Everyone else chuckled.

“Y/N, with all the missions, who is going to take care of the animal?” Bruce asked.

“Well, I still don't go on missions, and we are a lot of people, but if the situation ever presents itself where no one is here to take care of the cat, Fury will. Or Maria. Or May, Peter already told me she has no problem.”

“You already asked?” Tony inquired.

“Um, yes and I may have also called a vet and I may have also booked an appointment after we adopt the cat for tomorrow at five pm.” She said, sheepishly. “But, of course, if it's a definite no, I can cancel it. But I would really love it if it was a yes.” Y/N added quickly.

Everyone seemed to think about it and she did the puppy dog eyes, which always cracked Tony out of all of them.

“Stop that.”

“I'm not doing anything…”

“Tony,” Nat said, “cats are great company, and Y/N will be responsible, you know that.” She looked at her friend with a wink and she smiled. Tony sighed in resignation.

“Fine. But you take care of it.”

“Yes!” She put a fist in the air in celebration. “Thank you GeniusBillionairePlayboyPhilanthropist!” She said, putting all the words together and making everyone laugh and roll their eyes.

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Walking down the hall with the god, she told him:

“I'm getting a cat Loki!” He smiled at her, only because he found her excitement adorable, even though he did not understand what all the fuss was about for a simple midgardian pet.

“Do you have a name for it yet?” He asked.

“I don't know, I have names but I think when I see them I'll know.” He hummed and she turned around to face him, since they arrived at her door. “Will you come with me?”

“Me? In a shelter... of animals?”

“Yeah… you, the fearsome God of Mischief in a shelter, adopting a cat. How does it sound?”

“It sounds… nice.” He said truthfully. It did, it was a normal thing, a kind thing to do, to adopt an animal in need of a home. And to do it with her, the first real friend he has had in more than a millenia, a wonderful friend honestly, was just… perfect. “I'm looking forward to it.”

“Me too!” She responded excitedly and in the heat of the moment wrapped her arms around him. He stilled and that's when she realized what she had done. “I-I am so sorry Loki. I didn't mean to-”

“It's alright.” He interrupted, he was not angry, but was too shocked to even think about saying anything more. “I will see you tomorrow mortal, sleep well.” And with that, he turned around and left.

Once in his room, his thoughts were overwhelming. He did not despise the hug, it was just strange. The only one who hugged him was always his mother and it had been a long time since he last saw her, and Thor perhaps, but it was that bone-crushing embrace that he hated. Y/N's embrace was soft, but tight. She was hugging him with intention, but not enough to hurt him. Would she think that he did not like it? Or perhaps that he was upset with her? That was what worried him the most. He had known Y/N for a bit now, and even though they didn't tend to talk much about it, she was a very apologetic person. Sometimes much much more than necessary. And it was just as hard for her to express her emotions as it was for him, their difference lying in her being more open with people and him being closed off. So her hugging him was a lot for Y/N too. And instead of reinforcing that, he ran away like a coward. Tomorrow he was going to make it right.

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reanimationstation · 1 year

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Do you have any headcanons for new batdr characters? (Audrey,toon Bendy etc?)

boy do i! admittedly i haven't rotated audrey as much as i shouldve since i played batdr but in my defense ive been thinking about ben

it got long so under the cut

audrey:

i think it'd be sweet if she started to regard henry as her other father. idk if anyone has ever told her that her dad def had a crush on him but i feel like she'd still find a good mentor in him. at least someone who will listen to her.

she keeps on seeing boris around the studio and really wants to meet him but hasnt had a good excuse to (she also wants to test out her theory that all borises like to be pet like tom was)

i think that in the new cycles/iterations she should be able to figure out how to change peoples designs. like how the lost ones got more details in batdr as opposed to batim? maybe give searchers the ability to talk and all that. legs even. just to improve quality of life down there

idk what the hell happened at the end of the game but im gonna choose to ignore how it seems like she betrayed the ink demon after he trusts her because :(

ben:

baby boy. baby

yes hes still the ink demon even post game dont look at me. i. look, im taking this as a (BOOK ACCURATE) jekyll and hyde situation. same person, he just acts differently based on what society expects of him. but he didnt want to be a monster, he was forced to become one because thats what his creator (joey) thought of him as (like frankenstein!). he contains multitudes

so post game, i think he can finally start to slowly put down those walls and act as a middle ground between both extremes. he can heal, he can learn how to trust again.

that being said i think he should still be able to transform into ink demon form if he felt like it. as a treat.

not a headcanon but i forgive him, personally. if you were treated like a monster your whole life wouldn't you be ANGRY? he's done nothing wrong besides all the atrocities

i have a lot of feelings about him as you can see

autistic. i will not be elaborating

betty:

i think she should unionize post game

she'd still be audrey's housekeeper cause she likes the work but she has dental now

has weekly tea with malice, allison, heidi, and an honorary porter (and audrey when shes there) to exchange gossip

keepers:

i want them dead

poor norman was probably dissected to be studied to make them

idk if they have human in them or if theyre purely mechanical but it's probably old gent workers

i usually respect mad scientists but i hate them so much

should be killable in game change my mind

porter:

i think he got the rope after allison gave him the advice to always carry rope

i like to think he's from the heavenly toys department... probably likes to tinker and make new toys

heidi:

queen

accidentally overhears a lot of gossip when shes hiding

wears a bow because she thought it looked cute on bendy and therefore she wanted one.

doesnt hate the ink demon because when he appears its just impromptu hide and seek (if you're caught you die :D!)

archie carter

i dont actually have any interesting headcanons for him but a really funny story is that i was with my friend while she was playing and we got to his log and we both were like wow he has such a nice voice tf fav background character?? and two days later i found out it was superhorrorbro mike and i was mortified because i WATCH his videos and i didn't recognize his voice 😭 it was so embarrassing

still my favorite new background character (who has a log)

wilson:

i also dont have any headcanons for him but i hate him and i hate that audrey was siding with him for some of the game even AFTER learning about how the keepers tortured ben and augh ill stop talking

#batdr #bendy and the dark revival #victors internal monologue #this got long! oops

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straycatboogie · 1 year

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2022/11/28 English

BGM: Paul McCartney "Coming Up"

Today I worked late. This morning I kept on reading John Irving's "A Prayer For Owen Meany". I always enjoy music when I read books, and today I listened to Paul McCartney and Brian Wilson. And I also listened to The Beach Boys' "Pet Sounds"... This music gives me great nostalgia. I can remember my childhood as a great nightmare, but this kind of elegant sweet music lets me think that it wasn't terrible so much. Like the childhood days of the characters in the "A Prayer For Owen Meany".

I have tried to enjoy that "Pet Sounds". Exactly it is a sublime, "ultra" great album. But it is not for my taste so I have chosen their rival The Beatles' masterpieces. But now it comes as a piece of really friendly music. Probably this says that, as I wrote this yesterday, my life is going to move to a brand new stage. I will become the 50s... Read "A Prayer For Owen Meany" and soak me in Brian Wilson's music. Wouldn't It Be Nice?

After that, I read the English-translated version of Yu Miri's novel "Tokyo Ueno Station" as the English studying club. The scenery of Ueno Station from a homeless person's eye attracts me. I remember... if I stayed in Tokyo after graduating from the university, I would become homeless like this. As a poor, and heavy drinker... I read some books by Karin Amamiya and learned the real facts about a lot of homeless people in Tokyo. It made me really sad. Ah, even I started my work, I strictly thought that I should be homeless, and lived a terrible life.

Yesterday I googled a thing and learned the concept "凡事徹底". This has the meaning of "doing ordinary things in ordinary ways and completing them". Once I thought that my work must be the one everyone could do. Therefore it must be a silly task... but now I think that even Ichiro's hitting must be "everyone could do". And doing that kind of work my way and trying to complete it, then the miracle would come. I can't see, but I want to complete my tasks so I do my work. If I could do so, then wouldn't it be nice...?

#diary #english #john irving #a prayer for owen meany #paul mccartney #brian wilson #the beach boys #pet sounds #yu miri

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colossalcriminal · 3 years

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Tension - r.c

Pairing: Robert Chase x Fem!Reader

Summary: A bit of rivalry never hurt anyone, especially not two of Princeton Plainsboro's best surgeons.

Content warnings: swearing, rivalry, blood and surgery.

"Janet, are you clocking out for today?"

The nurse, Janet, swung her bag over her shoulder. "Mhm, shift is over. Good luck with your oesophagectomy later today."

Nodding her goodbye, Y/N jumped when a clipboard was unintentionally slammed onto the table next to hers. "Dr. Chase." She greeted, staring at her own document.

"Dr. L/N."

As two of the hospital's most renowned surgeons, the rivalry between the pair was unwavering despite them maintaining a civil manner in the workplace. "Got a date for the benefit gala?"

She resisted the urge to quirk a brow at his choice in conversation. "Yes." Lie, she didn't. She hadn't even thought about it. "What about you? I'm sure you've got hundreds of women at your feet."

"Of course I have a date." Lie, he didn't. "I look forward to meeting your date."

"Feeling's mutual."

"I see it. Removing the tumor and nearby tissue."

Soft music played in the background of the operating room as Y/N poked and prodded at the patient before her. "Sally, any idea who Chase's date to the benefit is?"

The assisting shook her head. "Why?"

In truth, she didn't know why she was so interested in his date. She'd never shown any interest in that part of his life, and she swore she never would. Was his date prettier than her? Smarter? Or even worse, was she a pediatrician? A kind doctor with a heart of gold and soft spot for children would be a potential cliche that Robert Chase would fall for.

"Doesn't matter."

The surgery had been successful, which lead to Y/N bursting into the office of a certain James Wilson. "I need you to tell me who Chase's date is."

Wilson pouted at her abruptness. "So, I guess we've moved past the 'Hey, James. How are you, James? How was your evening?'"

"Hey, you're fine, your evening was great. Who is Chase's date to the benefit?"

He stood, too used to her behavior to be baffled. "I don't know. Why does it matter unless you're asking him yourself?" His eyes widened at his own words. "Are you?"

Her mouth fell agape. "Absolutely not! Why would I? I have a date."

"Really? Who?"

"You. Pick me up at 6." She huffed, exiting the office.

"Forgetfulness, nausea, paralysis on one side,"

House continued to list the symptoms of their newest patient before waving his cane in front of the blonde's face. "I don't pay you to sit there, Aussie. Give me something."

Chase sighed, blurting out his first diagnosis. "Bell's palsy."

"Did you hear anything? Doesn't explain the forgetfulness, nausea, spasms and paralysis." Foreman retaliated.

"Fine, then. A clot near the brain. Explains the weakness which has progressed to paralysis and everything else."

The cripple pursed his lips. "Boring. Go CT his head."

The three fellows scurried out of the office. "Who is L/N's date to the benefit?"

Thirteen nearly snorted. "Why do you care, are you like in love with her or something?"

"What? No. She's a fellow surgeon who I respect and have a genuine curiosity about."

"Oh, L/N, make sweet, sweet love to me in the OR. Oh, suction! Scalpel!" She teased, her drama eliciting a chuckle from Foreman.

Rolling his eyes, Chase parted ways from his colleagues, leaning against the nurses station. "Hey, Janet." He smiled.

"Hello?"

"Just wondering if you had any idea as to who Dr. L/N's date to the benefit is?" He made sure to make his smile wider in hopes of charming the poor woman.

Janet only raised her eyebrows with a half hearted shrug. "I don't know."

His smile dropped. "Sorry?"

"I mean, I don't know. Better luck next time, lover boy."

"I'm not in love-"

"This is House's patient, right?"

Y/N began directing the catheter toward's the blood clot as the nurse beside her confirmed that it was in fact, House's patient. "I hope Chase isn't scrubbing in."

"Well, too bad he is." The spoken of surgeon entered with a smug smirk painted on his face.

She nearly sighed in frustration. "Dr. Chase, how nice of you to join us."

"It's a pleasure, as always."

They got to work, Y/N's brow furrowing within minutes. "I thought there was supposed to be a clot here."

"There should be, CT showed one."

"Well, there isn't."

"Then get the catheter out!"

The machines around them had began a painful chorus of loud beeping. "I'd already injected the heparin, we've got a bleed!"

"BP is dropping!"

She raised hand, eyes closed, silencing those around her, the beeping still incessant. "Can somebody just get a suction in here, a sponge and a harmonic scalpel."

Chase watched the woman in such awe as she silently worked at the problem before her, machines slowing down as she concluded the operation. "Your patient has a brain tumor."

It had taken him a full minute to catch up to her in the hallway after her curt departure, thanks to him standing in the silent OR in shock. "L/N! Hey, Y/N!" His calls had finally gotten through to her as she turned, arms crossed. "That was amazing. Thank you."

"I was just doing my job."

"What's your current salary?"

House had rudely barged into Y/N's office, mortifying both her and the patient she'd been breaking bad news to. "I'm with a patient, House."

"I need a consult, but seeing as your appointment is taking too long," The older man snatched the file from her, skimming through it. "Well, Mrs. Garner, Your brain is too big so this gorgeous lady is going to remove a piece of your skull so you feel better."

Mrs. Garner looked to her doctor mortified, waiting for confirmation. "I'm afraid Dr. House is right, Mrs. Garner. It's a highly invasive surgery." Before Y/N could finish, she ran out of the room, sobs escaping her lips. "You know, sometimes I want to shove my foot so far up your ass-"

"Oh, I didn't know you were such a masochist. What's your salary?"

"None of your business."

The older man rolled his eyes. "Patient is a 19 year old female, sensitivity to cold, fatigue, weight gain, slowed movements due to muscle ache and weakness, and carpal tunnel syndrome."

Her eyes landing back on to her documents. "Sounds like depression, she's a 19 year old trying to pave her way in the world. This isn't my department, and it isn't yours either."

House pursed his lips. "Yeah, she's got depression, who doesn't? Mental illness does not cause anemia, slowed heart rate or hearing loss."

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows, finally looking at him as he sat himself down before her. "Did you say sensitivity to cold?" He nodded. "Go get her tested for an underactive thyroid."

"Hypothyroidism?"

"Just do it."

It would be a few hours later when he stood at her doorway again, his cane hitting the floor catching her attention. "She'd been taking lithium for her depression, it's been linked to causing an underactive thyroid. Soon after she stopped, her immune system began attacking the thyroid gland, damaging it, so she couldn't produce enough thyroxine. We're starting her on a low dose of levothyroxine, and will adjust as needed." He sighed. "Thank you."

She smiled at him, her hands interlocking. "I'm glad to help."

"There's a spot open on my team."

"Are you asking me to join your team?" His silence was the only answer she needed. "I'm sorry, House, I can't afford a 140,000 dollar salary cut right now. My place is in the OR, not in a conference room."

"Yeah, I get it."

"I'll join if you tell me who Chase is taking to the benefit."

"Nice try, piner."

The hall was crowded in men clad in tuxes and women in the most fabulous gowns, the best a doctor's money could buy.

Y/N sipped at her champagne, arm looped with Wilson's as he whispered in her ear. "I don't understand why you didn't ask Chase to be your date."

"I can't fraternize with the enemy."

"How is he the enemy?"

"He started it."

Their whisper match had ended as a certain Australian approached them, a sweet old nurse a week away from retirement named Edith on his arm. "Dr. L/N, Dr. Wilson."

"Dr. Chase, Edith."

The atmosphere had shifted between the four, the oncologist instantly pitying the oblivious old woman. "Edith, why don't we go for a dance?" Wilson suggested, extending his arm, relieved when she happily agreed.

"I'm surprised you brought Edith."

He shrugged. "A retirement gift to her. I'm surprised you brought Wilson."

She, too, shrugged. "A general gift to him."

"Would you care for a dance?"

With a tentative stare, she placed her empty champagne flute on a nearby table, accepting his hand and graciously falling into a smooth dance. The tingle his hand left on her waist was not a welcome distraction from their interlocked hands, the ends of his blond locks tickling her fingertips that rested at the back of his neck. "I'm surprised its taken you so long to crack."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Chase chuckled. "We're both adults here, Y/N. I can understand why you'd like me."

Y/N scoffed at his confidence. "If anything, you're the one who likes me."

"And so what if I do?" The soft rumble in his chest from the quiet laugh had sent a shiver down her spine and she realized what he found so humorous.

He'd rendered her speechless. "You alright there?"

"If you do like me, then why the sly remarks and subtle rivalry?"

"You started it, I was just pushing back to send a message."

"How is pushing back your way of telling me you like me?"

He pouted, amused. "I don't know, I thought it was yours!"

She burst into a quiet fit of laughter, mindful not to disturb the other couples during the slow dance, her dazzling smile leaving him to gaze down at her.

Their eyes met, cerulean blue had never looked so bright. "So, are you going to kiss me or not?" Y/N challenged.

Robert grinned at her, disconnecting their hands to cup her cheek, lips joining together. Her eyes closed completely, lost in the pleasure of his soft lips gliding over her own.

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bowieandqueen11 · 3 years

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Thanks, Doll / Bucky Barnes Imagine

Request: So after coming back from the blip, everything was different... There was no one who was close enough to Bucky, but as time went on, after many failed attempts with online dating, he finally meets someone (reader). They eventually start seeing each other and he's able to get a little of that calm that he so much wishes for, but as Bucky and reader are spending a very sweet and intimate morning, Sam Wilson makes his unpleasant entrance as he goes to Bucky's apt after texting him about new leads on some crime)

This is so sweet omg thank you @h-a-j-i-m-e-ru my darling!!

If you enjoy, please comment and reblog!

It always amazes Bucky how quickly life can change.

He finds himself, for the first time in over seventy years, laughing into the bottle of Tiger beer he’s brought up to his lips. He nearly spills half of it out over the already sticky table of the Chinese restaurant. For a moment, as he glances over at you with crinkles in his eyes, he almost looks like the poor, lost boy who sat at the pub with Steve all those years ago, laughing into his drink and pretending, for one moment, he was just a dumb kid from Brooklyn again.

But then you throw a piece of broccoli at him with your chopsticks in mock disgust, continuing on your story about how your co-worker had managed to spill a whole bowl of tomato soup on your boss, and he finds himself staring into your eyes again. He drops his fork back down onto the half eaten Chow Mein on his plate, stomach still not quite used to eating normal food again. Placing his metal hand as a fist under his chin, he sighs in contentment just to watch you speak, the blur of other eaters fading into the back of his mind, not realising, for once, that he was so calm in your presence, his brain wasn’t surveying for any nearby threats.

It amazes Bucky even more, how quickly you can bring some of that life back.

Before he even knew it, the plates were gone, and he was promising to take you dancing. He nearly forgot himself, gloved hand shooting over his mouth. Chiding himself for being so silly, for letting his age getting to him - who on Earth goes dancing anymore? But you had glanced at him with surprised eyes - god, he thought, he could drown forever in those eyes - and quivering lips that finally burst into laughter at his terrified expression.

‘What, is my face that funny doll?’

‘You did look like you were about-’, you manage to choke out between laughter, ‘-about to pass out on me there. Dancing, what are you, ninety?’

‘106, actually’, he states, taking a swig of the last drop of his beer and finding his chest deflating at the same time. For a moment, he just looks down at the tablecloth, fingers picking at the slightly off-white threads that poke out from underneath his crumpled napkin. How could he have ruined another relationship? Things had been going so well, for weeks, and for the first time in his life, with you, he had felt like himself again. Like James. Like Bucky. But just like everything, he had to destroy it. First Steve, then Sam. Sometimes he thinks he should just never talk again - just go hide and pretend he wasn’t a man completely lost. Both in time, and within himself.

His eyes suddenly break open again, snapping the cogs out of their self-depreciative spin when he feels your hand crawl over the back of his leather gloves. He shivers, his skin so sensitive due to years of lack of touch, that he can feel the warmth radiate from your fingers as you tug his off from the table. He dares to glance at you, and he finds himself shuffling with awe in his seat when he finds you staring right back, a smirk tugging at your lips.

He dares to bump his pinkie against yours, breath hitching as you dare further and pull his fingers apart, intertwining them with yours one by one. Finally, as he wrapped his fingers even more tightly around the back of your hand, he could feel your palm slide against him. He wished, just for a moment, that he could have a mask back on. It would allow him to hide the blush that burnt like fire against his cheeks. So he could hide the fear in his eyes, his heart thumping both at your touch, but also with the fear the metal might clench out of his control, arm starting to tremble at the thought of ever hurting you with who he is. Instead, he coughs hoarsely, tapping his foot and ducking his chin, trying to hide his head from you.

‘I knew we were gone with the blip for a while, but I didn’t realise we’d been gone THAT long. No wonder all my joints hurt.’

You break the silence, allowing Buck a moment to just enjoy the way you were reaching for each other across the table. Just a moment for the two of you to feel like a normal couple. Kidding with each other. Going dancing. In love. As he began to chuckle back, the two of you trying to stifle your giggles as the older couple from the table over throw you a harsh glare, he feels like his heart is about to burst out of his chest.

It’s wonderful.

‘So’, he sighs blissfully, almost climbing over the table now to be as close to you as humanly possible. His breath is warm as he lifts your hand to kiss your knuckles, and he hums lowly as your fingers twitch within his. You can see something, some dark and sultry and completely overtaking need, want, desire, love in his eyes as he looks over at you.

‘Still want to dance, or are we too old?��

A few months later, Bucky has got the ring in his pocket.

It was the most like him he had felt since the war.

He had it all planned out. A day out to visit Coney island, taking you to all the hidden spots, and dragging you onto all the rides Steve had refused to go on last time (although, to be fair, the mix of tall rides and too many hot dogs had made him very ill.) Then he would take you out to club the two of you had first danced at. He could imagine it now, closing his eyes and just breathing the morning in. Your hand held against his chest as he cups it with his larger ones. Your head tucked into the side of your neck, his hand tight, fingers digging into your hip as he tries not to hyperventilate. As the song stops, he would step back, taking a last shaking breath as you glance up at him in confusion, but he would only let out a teary, wobbly smile before dropping down onto one knee and-

Buzz.

Bucky groans, thumping one of his arms over his eyes, and flipping his phone over on the bedside table with the other. Once he finishes grumbling to himself, he kicks his feet out from the bottom edge of the duvet, trying not to rustle too much and wake you up from where you’re lying asleep, cheek smushed against his naked chest. His mouth stretches open in a yawn, eyes staying shut to stop the honey sun of the early spring morning greyness from catching his eye, a slight, angry breeze buzzing and caressing against his midriff.

Buzz. Buzz.

‘Sam’, he grumbles out, ‘I’m busy.’

He’s about to let himself fall asleep again - pulled into the sweet dreams, intoxicated by you. It was a blessing, really. Every night you stay with him, he finds his nightmares don’t plague him - he doesn’t wake up once. Before he can drop, he feels two warm lips press a sloppy, sleepy kiss against his abdomen.

‘If you don’t answer, he’ll just keep going. Plus, as much as you want to grump, it’s probably important.’

He huffs as he shuffles down the bed, until his head hits yours. He folds against you, head leaning into the dip of your neck, but as he wraps his leg back over your own, you can feel him smile against his skin.

‘I’m sorry doll, I didn’t mean to wake you up.’

Your cheeks raise slightly as you glance down, catching your boyfriend staring up at you with wide, wonderous eyes, as if you had placed every star in the sky. As if he were about to drown, and you were the only thing he was still gripping on to.

‘Hmmm it’s okay, you didn’t. I thought we could try your mom’s old pancake recipe today.’

He groans happily as you start to card your fingers through his hair, and he snuggles closer into you. You giggle, his thighs cold and bare against your own as he leans over and pins you to the bed. For a moment, you’re breathless, his chest pressing against your own. Then you hear Buck groan, hands tight against your hips as he raises himself up, putting pressure on his forearms so he doesn’t press his whole weight onto your front. His thighs squeeze your legs closer together, slightly lifting your hips up towards his own as his fingers ghost over your neck. After a moment of just gazing at you, wishing that he could live in this moment forever, he dips his head and presses quick kisses up your chest, before finally sliding up to meet your lips.

He intertwines your hands, pinning them to either side of your head before he begins speaking.

‘Maybe’, kiss, ‘we can’, kiss, ‘stay here’, kiss, ‘and just’, kiss, ‘do this’, kiss, ‘all day’.

Before you can respond, the sound of thumping footsteps begin to echo around the walls. The two of you suddenly pull your heads apart, chests still pressed together, but a confused look on both of your faces as you turn, in sync, to stare towards the door.

Three fast raps on the door is all that precedes the sound of wood splintering.

Bucky only sighs against your cheek.

‘You weren’t answering your phone, and this is an emergency!’, Sam calls out as his shoulder pushes the remains of Bucky’s front door out of the way and steps into the living room.

‘I think that’s your call to go’, you say, giggling at the look of absolute despair and annoyance that clouds your boyfriend’s face. You push his shoulder and his arm folds, flopping his body heavily so he’s resting by your side. Instead of moving though, he only mutters a few low (you can’t make out much of the spewing things he mutters, but you did catch ‘stupid bird’ and ‘help, my ass’ from the mess) things into the mattress, and places his arm around your waist.

You’re about to say something, but then you hear a foot kicking the bottom of your bedroom door.

‘I am not coming in there Cyborg. It’s time to go.’ You can hear Buck’s partner pace around the rest of the apartment, a few dry laughs as he pokes a few trinkets, a few sea shells the two of you had collected on your first date, around on the kitchen top table in glee.

Buck rolls onto his back as he shouts back through the door, ‘I already have plans Sam!’

‘Yeah, and now you have new ones!’, you hear echo through the wood, the impatience evident in Sam’s voice. ‘Now can you get off your ass, please!’

The two of them seem to sigh at the same time.

You have to press a hand to your mouth, biting your lip to try and stifle the laughter that threatens to bubble out at the look Buck throws you.

‘Go on fossil, I’ll be here when you get back. It might be nice to nap without you stealing the duvet, for a change.’

He chuckles, shaking his head lightly. He runs his thumb over the love bite he had left on the side of your neck last night, his touch firm but just gentle enough that you sigh into his touch. Pressing a soft kiss to the back of your hand, you feel a swell of pride rise in your stomach as you shove your boyfriend off of the bed and onto the floor, Sam full on laughing from outside at the sound of Buck’s butt hitting the panelling with a thud.

The tips of his dishevelled hair appear from over the side of the bed, stubble in a faux frown as he stares over at you.

‘Thanks, doll. Love you too.’

#Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x reader #sam wilson #fatws #tfatws #fatws imagine #tfatws imagine #the falcon and the winter soldier #falcon and the winter solider spoilers #bucky barnes fluff #marvel #sebastian stan #marvel imagine #marvel fanfic

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idy-ll-ique · 3 years

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Sweet Little Love.

Pairing: Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Lil Angst

Warnings: brief mention of violence

Requested: nope

Summary: The Y/L/Ns are a well-off family in New York, and are good friends with Sam Wilson. One day Y/N is threatened by a stalker and needs a bodyguard, so Sam suggests Bucky. Bucky doesn't want to do it; the last thing he wants is to deal with a spoiled, bratty rich girl for a whole month. The only thing is, Bucky has terribly misjudged her and now he can't help falling in love with her.

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! the last scene is just a small bonus crack!scene sjsjsjs lmao, enjoy!

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If there was one type of person Bucky liked, it was someone who was kind, polite, helpful and caring… and Bucky knew the person he was going to work for was going to be none of those things. "Sam, come on, man, I don't want to do this," Bucky groaned as he followed his best friend down the street. "I already promised, Bucky."

"Why did you?! I don't want to spend my whole day around spoiled little brats, they're the worst!" Bucky threw his hands up in surrender. "Okay, number one: You have to look after only one person and number two: Why don't you just meet her once? Then you can decide for yourself, how about that?"

Bucky had been hired by one of Sam's friends, Mr Y/L/N, as a bodyguard for his daughter. He didn't know the daughter at all; but the one thing he was sure about was that she was going to be a pain in the ass for him, like in every single movie about rich girls and bodyguards. Mouthy, petty, sassy, rude…

He was in no mood to deal with someone like that.

Ms Y/L/N, he assumed, had been sent some threats over a week ago by a stalker and so the poor father was worried sick as he frantically searched for bodyguards. Sam was also informed and before he knew it, James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes was hired. To be honest, the Y/L/Ns were paying a lot so… since he had given up Avenging, the income would be great.

Plus, she only needed protection for around a month or so. Speaking of the daughter, how old was she even going to be? Maybe a child below 10? A rebellious teenager? Who knows? "Alright, stop here. She's supposed to be here somewhere, let me call Y/L/N." Bucky huffed and looked around the crowded streets as Sam contacted the father.

That's when his eyes landed on a lady. She was beautiful; wearing what looked like a tennis skirt and a university hoodie, along with sneakers. Her hair was pulled into a braid and she had a bright smile on her face. Bucky blinked twice and watched. Her body or clothes didn't catch his attention, but her actions sure did.

She was chatting with another, older woman who had coffee spilled all over her white tee. The young lady was holding a baby in her arms, bouncing the sweet child as the older woman hurriedly tried to clean her clothes. Through his super-soldier hearing, he caught their conversation. "I'm so sorry to bother you like this," the woman sighed.

"It's okay, ma'am, you are not a bother. You were clearly in need of help and you know how New York is…" Both women giggled. The older woman soon left with her child but the young lady continued standing there, looking around, as if waiting for someone. Probably a boyfriend, Bucky thought.

"Why is he not picking up?!"

Bucky rolled his eyes at Sam before looking over at the pretty lady again, who had started bouncing back and forth on her heels, glancing everywhere. That's when a loud wail echoed above the already busy street. The lady's eyes snapped towards the voice before she took off running towards a little boy who had tripped over.

The little kid was blond and scrawny, reminding Bucky of a little Steve. He smiled fondly at the memory. "Are you hurt, bubba?" Y/N asked the kid adoringly as she helped him stand. The boy's lower lip wobbled as he tried to hold his tears in but was unsuccessful. "Aw, come here…" Bucky gulped when the lady got on her knees and hugged the child.

She's so kind.

The kid hugged back just as eagerly, sobbing into her shoulder. Soon, two adults approached her; a gay couple, the parents of the kid. They, too, watched with appreciation as the lady easily calmed the kid down with her soothing presence. An involuntary smile bloomed on Bucky's face; if he was in that kid's position, he'd have stopped crying too. The lady was wonderful.

"Thank you so much, honey," one of the men grinned when the lady stood up, dusting her knees and giving the kid a smile. "Oh, it's not a problem! You know what?" She dug around in her purse and pulled out a lollipop. "I always have some on me. I'm a big fan. You?" The boy giggled and eagerly accepted the candy.

"Steve, what do you say?"

Bucky almost laughed. The kid's name was also Steve? Amazing! "Thank you!" Steve exclaimed with a bright smile, making the lady laugh. "No problem! Have a good day!" She waved at the family of three before returning to her original place, standing outside a café. Bucky was enamored at this point.

"Any luck?" he drawled, glancing at Sam who shook his head. "That dick," he grumbled under his breath and Bucky grinned, getting back to watching the pretty lady but she was nowhere to be found. He looked around until he saw her crossing the road, an old man holding her arm with one hand as the other held his walking cane.

She was on his side of the street now, just a few feet away from him. "You are an angel, darling," the old man crooned as he patted her cheek, letting go of her arm once he was safely on the other side. An angel indeed, Bucky smiled to himself. "Oh, sir, I try…" she spoke bashfully, turning in his direction as the man left.

Bucky quickly averted his gaze, he didn't want to look like a creep. "Sam? Sam, is that you? Wilson!" Bucky froze at the lady's voice, her footsteps nearing the place where he and Sam were standing. Wait, is that...? Sam looked away from his phone, eyes lighting up as they landed on the lady. "Y/N? When did you arrive?" Bucky watched as they hugged.

"Been here for a long time, dad said you were going to introduce me to my bodyguard today. He's a good friend of yours, right?" Sam turned and motioned towards Bucky. He stepped forward. "Hi, I'm James Barnes," he introduced himself, holding his hand out. He couldn't believe he had called this angel a spoiled, rich brat.

I'm never gonna forgive myself.

"James, nice to meet you! I'm Y/N Y/L/N. Thanks for doing this, I'm probably going to be a burden—" He immediately shook his head. "Oh, no no no, don't say that! I can tell we're going to be good friends." He winked and she couldn't help but giggle. Bucky didn't even correct her on the name, something about the way she said it made a shiver run down his spine.

"Well, um, do we start now, or…?"

"Your choice," he interrupted, hands shoved in the pockets of his coat as he stared at her, heart swelling with affection. "I already feel safe," she half-joked, "Start now. I have a few places to go to…" He was ready to follow her to Hell and back. "Of course." Both of them turned to Sam, who had a knowing smirk on his face.

If it were anyone else Bucky would've given him his infamous glare but Y/N? He was hoping for a connection. "You two enjoy your date— I mean, day. Anyway, what's up with your dad, girl, he's not picking up my calls." Bucky rolled his eyes at the slip up. "He's not? Maybe he's in a meeting. If you want you can go visit."

"Gonna do just that, tell him that his precious little daughter is in safe hands." Y/N looked at Bucky with a huge smile. "No doubt about that! It's getting late, I'll see you later!" Y/N started walking away and Bucky immediately followed with a nod towards Sam. "Hey, um, I saw you, you know?" he blurted out.

"Saw me? Doing what?" Y/N blinked. "You helping the lady with the child, the kid who tripped over— Steve, his name was? And the old man you helped cross the street. I just wanna say that was amazing. You're a great person, Y/N, I'm honored to be your bodyguard." She gasped softly and looked away, chewing her bottom lip as she grinned, cheeks heating up.

"Oh, um, it's just— I like to help people. It's how my parents raised me. Yeah, we might be rich but I'm not spoiled. Lots of people think that when I tell them I'm Mr Y/L/N's daughter. It hurts sometimes, you know? People just assume anything about you without even knowing you. That's why I try to be good. I don't want to be a bad person," she rushed out, unconsciously voicing all her insecurities.

Bucky's heart sank in his chest as he let out a dry chuckle. "Ugh, just saying this is gonna make me throw up but I assumed that too. I thought I was gonna work with a spoiled, rich brat. I was horribly, horribly wrong, I hope you can forgive me, doll." She turned to him, but she wasn't mad in the slightest. She even started getting a tiny crush on him, I mean, hey, the man is eye-candy. "It's fine! I forgive you, you didn't know."

"No, it's not fine. I shouldn't have made assumptions, I feel like the biggest ass in the world," he scoffed, looking away from her. "James, please, it's okay. You know now, right? Don't feel bad! Why don't we stop for a coffee on the way?" How could he say no to that?

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2 weeks passed. Y/N and Bucky became incredibly close friends; Bucky went as far as revealing the truth about himself, how he used to be an Avenger, how he lost his arm, everything. What he didn't expect was her to cry at his story. "You did not deserve to go through that, they did you so dirty…" she sniffled and he hugged her like his life depended on it. It kinda did.

God, if he didn't fall in love the first time they met, he was definitely in love now. "Doll, I'm here now, aren't I? All good— well, maybe not all good." And his face broke into the biggest grin ever when he heard a chuckle from her. "I'm glad you're here." Just those 4 words and Bucky vowed that he was never gonna let her go.

"I'm getting coffee, you wait here. Don't go anywhere else."

"Aye aye, Captain!" Y/N laughed and he smiled back as he entered the café. Y/N stood outside, typing away on her phone when someone suddenly grabbed her by the back of her neck, pulling her into the alley next to the café. She couldn't even scream, breathing was difficult with his hand around her neck.

"We finally meet, sweetheart." Oh, God, it was him. The stalker. Y/N whimpered, struggling to get out of his arms but he only tightened his hold on her. Bucky, Bucky please— Over time, Y/N had grown fond of Bucky. He still asked her to call him James, he said it felt good when she called him that. So she did.

He was so protective of her, almost like she was his girlfriend. He was also handsome; incredibly so, with his stormy blue eyes, his tall and broad figure and razor sharp jaw. His first priority was always her and it made her warm inside. She'd decided to ask him out at the end of the month, but it was looking a bit difficult now.

"Your bodyguard not with you today? What happened, lover's quarrel?" the man smirked tauntingly as Y/N's vision blurred due to lack of oxygen. She blinked back tears, crying again when he tightened his hold on her neck. "Scream all you want, sweetheart, no one's gonna hear it," he laughed.

"Try me."

The man's head whipped to the side only for Bucky's metal fist to connect with his jaw. He fell to the ground with a thud, unconscious at the first punch. Y/N slid down to her knees. Her hands went to her neck, coughing and dry heaving. "Doll? Doll, come here." Bucky felt immense guilt as he gathered her in his arms, carrying her bridal style towards his car.

He left her alone. That was the one thing he wasn't supposed to do. "James…" Y/N wheezed, curling closer to him when he tried to put her in the backseat. "Doll, you have to get in," he insisted but she shook her head. "Not without you. Please." Bucky sighed and got into the backseat, holding Y/N against his chest.

She was pretty shaken up. "I'm so sorry, Y/N." He felt himself tearing up. "No… not your fault… you… coffee… I wasn't… phone…" Bucky handed her a bottle of water when she wheezed again. "Drink up, baby," he whispered as he held the bottle to her lips because she refused to let go of his sweater. After drinking some water her throat felt better.

"Don't go, please, I need you," she sobbed as she completely curled against him, wetting his sweater as she cried in his arms. "You will always have me, doll. I'm not going anywhere. Not again," he assured her as he rubbed her back, wiping his own tears away. All of a sudden, she pulled away and pressed her lips to his. "I love you."

He pulled her in for another kiss, fireworks exploding in his head at the confession. Only two weeks had passed but they were both sure about their feelings. "I love you too, doll. You're mine now, only mine," he groaned against her lips. "Only yours," she agreed, burying her face back in his shoulder as he pulled her impossibly close.

"You're not getting out of my sight ever again."

And he kept his promise.

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"And then I— where do you think you're going?" Sam blinked as Bucky abruptly stood up, eyes trained on his wife. She gave him a smile and walked out of the room, Bucky following her out like a puppy. "To the bathroom, Sam!" Y/N called out behind her and Sam turned to the parents, blinking in confusion as they roared with laughter.

"Why does she need him there?" Sam asked "Oh, haven't you heard? Bucky hasn't broken the promise he gave Y/N 6 years ago," Mrs Y/L/N explained vaguely. "What promise?" Mr Y/L/N laughed once more. "He told her she was never getting out of sight after the incident. And well…" Y/N and Bucky returned at the exact time as Sam made a face.

"Don't you get tired of him?" Sam groaned as Bucky sat down, pulling his wife on his lap. "Oh no no, it helps that she's as much in love with him as he is with her. They do not get tired of each other," Mrs Y/L/N shook her head with a fond smile. "It helps that he's handsome and aesthetically pleasing to look at," Y/N crooned, squishing her husband's cheeks as he laughed and swatted her hands away.

"Even in the bathroom?!"

"He stands outside as a guard," she shrugged. "Damn. Y'all are weird," Sam muttered, barely catching the book Bucky threw towards him. "Not weird. Just looking out for her, like I promised," he muttered, cheeks flushing. "You do know that the threat was 6 years ago, right? Six!" Sam threw his hands up.

"What if there's a new one?" Bucky countered exasperatedly. Sam only shook his head at the couple before a smile broke out on his face. "I've never seen a couple so in love. You two are cute," he commented as laughter filled the room. No more threats, no more danger.

Just a sweet little family and their sweet little love.

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A/N: Leave a like if you enjoyed! Thanks for reading!

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disasterofastory · 3 years

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Disaster of the season Part 2 (Colin B. x Reader)

Disaster of the season Part 2 /Final Colin Birdgerton x Reader Warnings: none

Four times when you embarrass yourself in front of the ton and one time when Colin decides you are the one for him.

III.

Despite your promise to not show yourself again in this season, you find yourself at a Ball in a new, pastel-colored dress. After your last disaster, your mother had to console your sorrow for days to make you leave the bed, and in the end, they had to call over Eloise to chase you out of your room.

The only reason you come is Prince Friedrich. Of course, not because you want something from the young Prince, but because if he is here, no one will talk about you.

People look at your way as you walk in beside your parents, but they don’t give you more attention.

“You see?” Your mother asks you with a victorious smile. “I told you.”

“Great, mother,” you sigh at her childish behavior but can’t help and smile at her.

“Go and have fun.”

You gulp at the thought. Oh, yeah. Fun. Because you've had so much fun in this season already.

You grab a glass of juice to busy yourself with something while you walk around the ballroom.

“Miss Y/L/N,” Colin says your name to grab your attention from your thoughts.

“Mr. Bridgerton,” you smile at the young man stopping in front of you.

“How are you?” He asks. “When I didn’t see you, I was worried you got sick.”

“I’m fine,” you reassure him. “I just needed a push to leave the house.”

“And the push was my sister, I assume?”

“Who else?”

“I’m glad she was successful. She is here somewhere with Penelope.”

“I will find them eventually,” you answer with a nod. You are sure you will hear the brown-haired girl's dissatisfaction soon enough.

“Would you like to join me for a walk until then?” Colin asks you, offering his arm.

“Thank you,” you smile at him gratefully, accepting his gesture.

The night goes uneventfully. You don’t fall out of the window or bleed out in front of everyone. It’s a success.

Until now.

You can see Cressida’s swoon from the front row. Everybody gasps worriedly around you as the young woman falls into the Prince’s arms. Soon you can hear Daphne’s voice behind you, then it happens. She giggles at the girl’s obviousness, and you can’t help but laugh too.

Loudly. Clearly.

You gasp at your own reaction, trying to hide your uncontrollable giggles, which burst out of you in waves. People start to glance at you, confused.

“Go out,” Daphne whispers to you, seeing your problem. She tries to suppress her own giggles with better success than you.

Colin grabs your arm gently, pulling you out of the crowd. Tears burn your eyes as you start to cry from laughter. You can feel Cressida’s burning glare at the nape of your neck when your eyes meet with the Prince’s before you get lost among the people with Colin on your heels.

The smaller room with huge paintings is empty and calm. The tons' chatting gets quiet as Colin shuts the door, and you let out the laugh you tried to hide from everybody.

He smiles at your uncontrollable cheerfulness, watching you laughing to your heart content.

“I can’t go anywhere with you,” he says jokingly when you start to calm down.

“I’m sorry,” you chuckle, pulling down your gloves to wipe off your tears and the ruined mascara.

“Wait, let me…” He steps in front of you without a second thought. His touch is warm on your heated skin as he makes sure you are presentable again.

He still has some boyish features despite his age.

“Thank you,” you smile at him, stepping back before somebody catches you.

“We should go back,” he says. “Go first, I’m sure Eloise has things to say.”

He looks after you as you smooth down your dress and adjust your hair. You still try to suppress your grin as you wave at him as a goodbye, disappearing behind the door. A small smile is constant on his face, looking around the empty room, watching but not really seeing the paintings on the dark painted walls.

A life with you would be adventurous and fun.

IV.

The weeks go by, and the ton slowly forgets your mistakes. Visitors come to your house with flowers and small presents to woo you with poetry and promises.

And you hate it.

Neither of them is the one you want. A few of them seem worthy and kind, while the others are just boring and too pompous. At the end of the day, your face hurts from the forced smiles, but your younger siblings enjoy immensely the chocolates and other sweets you get. Your father seems dissatisfied with your suitors, and he doesn’t waste time to let them know behind his usual polite demeanor.

“You will find the one, I’m sure of it,” he says to you comfortingly.

But that is the problem. You found him years ago.

With a sigh, you nod to reassure him, patting his hand on your knee.

Your jealousy for Daphne seems ridiculous now. Of course, for the ton, it's good that you have so many suitors, but for you, it just gets boring and tiring. The Bridgerton girl refused the Prince of Prussia to marry with the Duke while you sit in the drawing-room for days with men who don’t interest you in the slightest.

You get out of the carriage with your mother behind you in front of the Bridgertons’ imposing house. The wisterias bloom above the freshly cleaned windows, and bees buzz around from flowers to flowers as you walk to the entrance. The butler greets you with a polite smile and escorts you to the drawing-room where the Bridgerton women are already occupied with Lady Danbury.

They welcome you with joy as your mother joins them for a cup of tea while Eloise pulls you over to the loveseat to tell you everything about Lady Whistledown. The young girl seems enthusiastic and too obsessed with the mysterious woman. You smile and listen to her words with nods and hums as you steal a small piece of chocolate from the box on her lap.

"I still can't believe that you accused Mrs. Wilson,” you laugh, and Eloise hits your arm as an answer, but before she can continue with her theories, Colin and Anthony appear in the room with a respectful bow to their mother’s company and cheeky smiles to your way.

“Lady Whistledown?” Anthony asks with a tired sigh, sitting down on the sofa next to his sister.

“Who else?” Colin answers before you, sitting down next to you with a cookie in his mouth. His eyes shine as your gazes meet for a moment while Eloise begins her monologue about women and their derogatory role in society.

“But you will debut in the next season, won't you?” You ask her.

“If it’s up to me, then no,” she answers stubbornly.

“If it comforts you, I will be there too,” you sigh tiredly, leaning back on the backrest. You grab the pillow behind you to hug it on your lap.

“You don’t have suitors?” Colin asks, surprised, turning to you more in his seat.

“I have,” you reply. “They are just…” you grimace with a shrug instead of ending the sentence.

“They are not worthy enough?” Anthony asks, knowing the feeling. After Daphne, he knows the feeling well enough.

“You can say that,” you nod.

“I’m sure you will find somebody,” he reassures you with a gentle smile.

What you don’t see is the cheeky smile he sends to his little brother’s way. The boy’s face gets hot from his brother’s unwanted attention.

“Come on, my daughter,” your mother says out of the blue. “We still have to see the modiste.”

“Have fun,” Eloise says, and you hit her arm softly for her mockery.

What you don't notice is the little teacup between her fingers that falls out of her hand because of your playful slap. Eloise gasps, trying to grab the porcelain, but it's too late. The pleasantly warm tea pours onto your thigh, soaking your dress.

Colin looks at the ruined dress, then up to your mortified expression. His chest starts to hurt seeing your series of bad luck. You really need somebody who can protect you before a piano falls on you from nowhere.

“Poor girl,” Lady Danbury sighs, seeing the tea-stained dress. “It’s definitely not your season.”

The dress you choose for the ball is light-colored with darker lace decorations. The white gloves on your arms are long enough to reach your elbows, and your hair tied up in curly locks with a silky ribbon.

You suppress the disappointment because of the season and your misfortune with love so you can enjoy the last ball of the season. You didn’t see Daphne since the Cressida swooning fiasco, and you hope you can have a few words with her before they go back to Clyvedon.

The garden they decorated for the ball is elegant and flowery. Large chandeliers hang over the dancefloor, and the painting about the married couple attracts the eyes of the guests.

You stand at the edge of the black and white floor, watching the dancing couples. The music is loud but pleasant, and the chats around you mix with the songs. Your gaze wanders to Daphne, and despite that, she is beautiful as always something seems off with her. The young girl’s face is almost sad as she looks over at her husband.

“Miss Y/L/N,” Colin greets you with a small smile and a bow. “Can I have this dance?” He asks, offering his hand to you.

“It would be my pleasure,” you answer, accepting his proposal.

He leads you to the dancefloor when the orchestra starts to play a new song. His touch is warm on your waist, and his grip is gentle on your hand as you begin to move with him.

“How are you?” He asks you quietly.

“Well, I didn’t do anything horrible yet,” you reply and smile at him when he starts to laugh.

“Then I guess I have to look out for you,” he hums.

“I think I’m too helpless for that,” you sigh, playing with him.

The few minutes you spend in Colin’s arms are amazing. You even forget every disastrous thing that happened to you during the season. Of course, you didn’t find the love you wanted, but you still have time.

“Oh, god,” Colin says suddenly, looking up at the gloomy sky.

Raindrops fall on your shoulder, soaking your hair and dress. You follow the Bridgerton boy’s eyes up to the clouds until you feel him pull you out of the rain. You let him lead you, trying to step over a fresh puddle on the polished floor.

Without success.

The floor slips out under your legs, but your hands are still in Colin’s grip. A small shriek leaves your mouth as you fall on your knees, yanking the boy with you to the floor. He falls on his bottom with a grunt, and you can’t help yourself but laugh at his surprised face. He looks over at you, standing up in his wet clothes to help you up.

Your dress is darker than before, and your wet locks are stuck to your temple and neck.

“I can’t believe this,” he says when you are protected from the rain.

From the corner of your eyes, you can see Daphne laughing on the dance floor with Simon not far from her, but your focus is on the man in front of you.

“I’m so sorry,” you say to him. Your voice is joyful and remorseful at the same time.

Colin stares at you for what feels like long minutes. His face seems content and happy, and you can’t look away despite everyone else watches Daphne and Simon.

“Marry me,” he says after a while. He is so quiet you barely hear his words, and when you do, you can’t believe your ears.

“What?” You gasp.

“I want you to be my wife,” he says more loudly. “I can make you happy and… safe,” His last word is cheeky, but he is still serious as he searches your face for an answer. “I know you for years, and I know our life would be everything but boring and unhappy.”

He watches your soaked form, your smeared mascara, and your messy hair, and his chest tightens. Or just his feelings get bigger. He can’t decide. The only thing he knows is the desire in him to be with you all the time.

“So what do you say? Will you marry me?” He urges you for an answer breathlessly.

“Yes. A million times, yes.”

#colin bridgerton x reader #colin bridgerton imagine #bridgerton imagine #bridgerton x reader

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saryasy · 3 years

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“Oh, no...”

A sambucky ficlet with a bit of Sarah & Bucky friendship, 'cos we need more of it.

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"So. this place was your parents'?" Bucky asked Sarah after he’d finished lifting some particularly heavy boxes.

"Yep"

"And you took over after them?" he was now sitting on a stool next to her workstation, nursing a beer he couldn't turn down, especially in this hot weather.

"Yeah. At first it was gonna be Sam, but it wasn't his thing. Once he was outta high school he enrolled, and well, you know the rest." Sarah on her end was busy preparing food for a couple that just walked in.

"Not really. He rarely talks about the past, at least with me." Bucky sighed.

"Well, give him some time. The past few years have been hard on him."

"What about you?"

"What about me, Bucky?" asked Sarah with an amused smile.

"I can't imagine how those years have been for you. Sam left you alone to look all over the world for me - sorry for that again" Sarah huffed a small laugh, but Bucky continued "then there was the blip, and now he's Captain America. You were left to not only take care of this place and keep it up and running, but to also raise two smart boys. It couldn't've been easy."

Sarah looked wistful for a moment and stopped cutting the vegetables sitting on her cutting board. Bucky could see a single tear forming in her eye, before she shook her head and returned to the task at hand "Yeah, well, I managed."

"And for that you’re more of a superhero than any of us," with that she gave him a slap on the arm and left to take care of her customers, chuckling lightly.

"I mean it!!" Bucky yelled after her.

He waited for her to come back before saying "You don't have to go through it all on your own anymore, you know? Sam and I are just a 10-minute drive away, and I don't go on missions as much as he does. Whenever you need help, you call me. Even if you need someone to look after they boys so you could take a day off and relax, god knows you deserve it."

"Well, thank you, Bucky"

"My pleasure, Sarah"

As soon as she left him, his phone rang.

"Hi, Sam"

"Hey, Buck. Where you at?"

"Your sister's restaurant. What's up?"

"Not much. Can you pick up some food? I don't feel like cooking."

"Sure thing, Sammy."

"You call me that and I might never cook again."

"You're saying that like it's a bad thing." Bucky shot back with a smirk.

"Oh, so it's like that?"

"It's like that." it wasn't really like that. Bucky loved Sam's cooking. In the few months they'd been living together as roommates (it was easier for missions) Bucky had the delight of trying southern food on the hands of Sam Wilson. It was the best he'd had in a long time (not that he'd ever admit it.) He even started trying some of the recipes on his own, a few were disasters, but he was getting there.

"We'll see how it is when you miss that sweet, sweet jambalaya." Sam knew Bucky's weaknesses and used them wisely.

"Yeah, ok ya caught me, I could never live without it." The bark of laughter from the other end made Bucky’s heart flutter. It was quite possibly the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard. The best symphony out there was nothing in comparison to this. Bucky was still confused about a lot of things in this world, but he knew this: He loved that sound and was willing to spend his entire life trying his best to be the cause of it.

Bucky raised his eyes and caught sight of Sarah’s amused smirk. He quickly cleared his throat before speaking again "Ok, gotta go."

"Don't forget the food!"

"I won't."

"Don't be late I'm hungry."

"I won't."

"And bring me that-"

"Ok, bye, Sam, love you." With a small smile he placed the phone back in his pocket and was about to return to his talk with Sarah, but the mischievous look in her eyes stopped him dead in his tracks. "What?"

"Oh, you poor thing. You have no idea what you just said, do you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." and just as he took a sip of his bear, it dawned on him, and he started coughing violently. Bear was coming out of his nose, and drooling from his mouth, it was disgusting. Thankfully, Sarah handed him a few tissues to clean up with that playful look still there.

Once he was done, his face was flushing hot. There was no telling whether it was from the violent riff he’d just had, or the sheer embarrassment he was feeling (spoiler alert: it was the latter).

He dared make eye contact with Sarah again to ask "Did I just..."

"Yep" she didn't even give him a chance to finish.

"Oh, no..." He groaned and started rubbing his eyes with his fists, willing this nightmare to end.

Sarah just gave him a pat on the back and left him to stew in the disaster that was Bucky Barnes.

#just a little thing i'm trying out #sambucky #onlysambucky #Sam x Bucky #winterfalcon #sambucky ficlet #bucky barnes #sarah wilson #sam wilson #my writing #*

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the-iceni-bitch · 3 years

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Happy Fucking New Year!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Words: 5071

Summary: You and Bucky spend New Year’s Eve together in Paris!

Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content (oral sex (F receiving), unprotected vaginal sex, anal play, cum eating), explicit descriptions of violence, minor character death, SMUT, 18+ only!!!

A/N: Well, my grandma ass passed out while literally writing this fic last night at like 10PM so sorry it’s late! But it’s still New Year’s Day so whatever. It’s kinda fun, I definitely enjoy having Bucky and Sam be complete idiots while our poor reader is the only one with common sense, so you may be seeing a lot of those two fucking things up in this series. Join my taglist here if you’re inclined and a Happy New Year to all you lovely hoes!

“Damn, Barnes. Look at your ass in that tux.”

He choked on his champagne when you snuck up behind him, grabbing one ass cheek and giving it a squeeze before he had a chance to turn around.

He didn’t know how you always managed to catch him off guard. He was used to being able to pick up on any threat immediately, but you were always able to slip under his defenses.

The expression that came over his face when he finally saw you was priceless. You loved surprising him with shockingly revealing outfits, offending those sweet old man sensibilities he pretended to have in public. But you knew exactly what he was thinking as his eyes drank you in.

The gown you had picked was a deep blue velvet that hugged your curves. While the skirt was tight against your legs, it still could’ve possibly been considered modest. The top though…. The v of the neck wasn’t as deep as your usual style, but the back dipped so low he wondered how you could possibly be wearing panties. All he could think of was snapping those thin straps with his vibranium hand and watching the fabric slide over your soft skin before it pooled around your ankles.

He couldn’t believe the two of you were spending New Year’s Eve in Paris. You’d barely had a chance to speak to each other after your tryst in Stockholm, and now you were together in the city of lights on one of the most romantic nights of the year.

“Hey, Barnes, you still in there?”

“Yeah, sweetheart.” He grinned at you as he watched you take a sip of champagne. “Just wondering where you’re hiding your knives in that dress?”

“Mmm, if this night goes according to plan, maybe I’ll let you look for them later.” You teased him, giving him a wink as you walked your fingers across his chest.

“Alright, that’s enough. You two promised to cool it with the kinky shit over comms.”

The two of you turned to shrug apologetically at Sam, who was glaring murderously at you from across the foyer.

“Sorry Sammy.” You whispered, tittering to yourself.

“Yeah, sorry Sammy.” Bucky gave him a stupid grin as the three of you started slowly moving to one the hallways leading to the main building.

“You don’t get to call me that, Barnes. You keep getting me into these fucking stupid situations, and your poor girlfriend always has to get us out. We were almost home, man, and you just had to follow that shady fucker at the airport.”

“No, he was following me. And anyways, I was right about him. I told you HYDRA had various goon squads lurking around.”

“You guessed.”

“I guessed right.”

“So, you admit it, you guessed!”

“Hey, boys!” You furrowed your brow as you turned to glare at the two of them, a little annoyed at the bickering. “Isn’t there supposed to be a door here?”

They finally shut up and followed your line of sight to where all the intelligence indicated the access door to the arsenal should be located.

Bucky let out a deep sigh and clenched his jaw, his eyes moving up the wall until they found the tiny hatch in the corner, fifteen feet off the floor. He turned his head to Sam and growled.

“You were in charge of reconnaissance. Do you not know the difference between a door and a hatch? Do your little robot minions not know how to take measurements?”

“Hey, don’t blame the robots man! This was based on human intelligence, which I’m pretty sure is your responsibility.”

“Oh, fuck off.”

You ground your teeth together as you listened to the two of them, not sure how you were able to put up with this shit. You took in your surroundings, trying to figure out a way through this situation.

“Well one of us has to get up there.” You murmured to yourself.

“I nominate robot boy.”

“Ok, ya know what, they’re not robots. I might’ve been able to let it go but, heh, I can’t. They’re drones. And if you think me buzzing one of those through the party out there is inconspicuous…”

“Oh, not one of your robots, you. What if I throw you at the hatch?”

One glance at him let you know he was seriously considering throwing your friend at the hatch. You rolled your eyes as you slipped out of your pumps.

“Ok, now you’re trying to piss me off, I just told you they were drones. And you are not throwing me at that tiny door. It’s not even open.”

“Well, if I throw you hard enough, that won’t matter.”

“It’s a solid steel door, dumbass. And I’m pretty sure it opens outward. I vote we come back later with some tools.”

“We’re on a timetable. I say we settle this with some old-fashioned rock, paper, scissors.”

“Um, no, you cheat.”

“How can you cheat at rock, paper, scissors?”

You did your best to tune them out as you stretched, sighing as you gathered your dress up over your thighs and grumbling to yourself about ruining another outfit.

“I don’t know, but you do. Ok, if you use your normal hand, maybe that’ll work.”

“Whatever, I’ll still win.”

You walked back down the hall, then turned and sprinted past the two of them, vaulting off one leg when you reached the corner and using your momentum to spring yourself off the wall until you were able to brace yourself in the tiny alcove next to the hatch.

“Could one of you toss me the laser driver from my clutch?” You called down to them, now that they had finally stopped their incessant arguing.

Sam grinned up at you as he picked your clutch off the ground, tossing the driver to you when he found it.

“Man, every time.” He shook his head at Bucky as you started working on dismantling the door. “I don’t know how your dumbass has survived this long without us, Barnes. You can’t just punch your way through everything.”

“I’m sorry, ‘us’? Seems like she’s doing all the work while you’re just bossy.”

“Can you two just give it a rest? I’m in.” You pulled the hatch open and slid through it, hanging over the edge by your fingertips for just a second before softly dropping on the balls of your feet on the other side. “Fuck, that’s a lot of bombs.”

“What kinds of bombs?” Sam asked over the comms, all business now.

“Well, I’m not an expert, but this sure looks like tesseract related tech to me.”

“Shit.” Bucky hissed. “Any way to disarm?”

“Well, probably, sweetie, but there’s at least 100 of these fuckers, and I don’t really feel like spending all of New Year’s Eve playing ‘which wire?’”

“Alright, just give us a second.”

You heard a yelp from outside and all of a sudden Sam’s torso came flying through the open hatch, his hips catching on the edge.

“Did he just throw you?” You asked, not bothering to hide the grin that spread over you face as Sam looked for something to swing down with. You dragged over an empty shelf and he pulled himself through, climbing down gingerly to come stand beside you.

“Your boyfriend is a fucking menace.” He grumbled, brushing some debris off his shoulders. He whistled through his teeth when he got a good look at the stockpile you had uncovered. “Shit.”

“Fuck me.” Bucky murmured, suddenly behind the two of you, making Sam jump.

“Goddamn it Barnes, why you gotta always be so stealthy?”

“Maybe you just need to pay better attention, what if I’d been a goon?”

“You are a goon.”

“Oh my god, I cannot do another round of this. Sam, can you call this in please? Maybe Sharon will have some idea of what to do about the massive pile of shit we just stepped in.”

“Fine, Y/N. I’ll call the boss.”

You went to examine the bombs more closely. They all seemed to have remote triggers, but you didn’t want to take the chance that they were volatile, so you resisted the urge to pick one up.

“Yeah, this is definitely tesseract tech.” Bucky muttered, and your heart jumped into your throat when you turned to see him tossing one of the bombs into the air and catching it again in his vibranium hand.

“Motherfucker put that down you idiot! What if there had been a pressure sensor?”

Bucky stared at you for a second, then back at the bomb in his hand. “Right, whoops.” He placed it back on the pile gingerly and gave you a sheepish grin.

“I swear to god, the two of you are going to end up getting me killed.”

“Ok, boss said they have a remote drone about one minute out that should have the ability to disarm these. She just wanted us to open the skylight for it.”

“The what?” You hissed at him.

“Uh….”

“There’s a fucking skylight?” You looked up and scoffed, seeing a very large window right there in the ceiling.

“Nice, Wilson.” Bucky just shook his head at him.

“Fuck you, Barnes! You didn’t know about it either.”

“No more! One of you morons get up there and open it!” You were seething. “You’re lucky I like the two of you or I swear to god, I would stab the both of you right now.”

“Alright, rock, paper, scissors?”

“No!! Bucky, just fucking do it.” You screwed your eyes shut and pressed your fingers into the peaks of your eyebrows.

“You got it, beautiful. You’re so cute when you’re mad… shit.”

He had to scramble up one of the shelves as you tried to charge at him, but Sam was able to hold you back at the last second.

“Ok, let’s all just take some deep breaths. It’s all good. The drones on the way. We didn’t have to fight anyone. And there’s still 25 minutes until midnight, so we’ll all get to toast the new year.”

Right as he uttered that last word, a large door on the opposite end of the room opened, and three goons carrying large guns entered.

“Goddamn it, Wilson, you jinxed us. And look, another fucking door!”

“Yeah, they do seem to be popping up everywhere.” He muttered under his breath. “Hey, fellas, we were just…. god, y’know what, I’m too tired to come up with something. Should we just fight?”

You sneered at him before hefting one of the bombs and chucking at the head of one of the guards, hitting him right between the eyes and knocking him out.

“OOHH! What if that had gone off?” Sam yelled at you as you charged the two standing goons who were still standing, diving at the last second to roll one of them over your shoulder.

“Oh, so only you and grandpa are allowed to make stupid decisions, then?” You said, pulling out a knife from under your skirt and trying to stab the guard who was still standing. You were just a little too slow and he dodged you, making you hiss. “Do you mind giving me a hand?”

“Shit, right.” He found a metal pipe leaning against the corner and walked over to where the first guard was starting to come to his senses, bringing it around in an arc to crash against his chin, knocking him out again.

“Drone’s here! Aww man, you guys started a fight without me?” Bucky had climbed back down to find the two of you grappling with your respective opponents.

He walked over and punched the asshole that had Sam in a chokehold in the face with his vibranium fist, feeling a satisfying crunch as he went down. Bucky started to stride over to give you a hand as Sam tried to catch his breath when you suddenly drove your knife up under your opponent’s ribs, giving it a twist before you withdrew it.

“Y’know,” He murmured as he watched you bend over to clean off the blade on the dead man’s jacket. “I’m a little mad at you now. I was looking forward to looking for that later tonight.” He grinned at you, nodding at the knife in your hand as you drew up your skirt to return it to the sheath on your thigh.

“Don’t worry sweetie, there’s plenty hiding under here for you to discover.” You teased him as he pulled you to him, pressing a deep kiss to your lips and moaning against your mouth. He always got so worked up after watching you fight.

“Ugh, I’m still here, you freaks!”

“Shit, sorry Sam!” You flashed an apologetic grin at your friend as he glared at you. Bucky was pulling at the front of his pants and screwing his eyes closed as he tried to fight his obvious erection.

“There’s something wrong with you two.” He muttered under his breath as he started climbing the shelves to leave through the skylight.

The drone had done its job. All the indicator lights on the bombs were off, showing there were no longer armed. You gave a small sigh of satisfaction before looking up at the skylight.

“Gimme a boost, Buck.”

“Yep.” He hooked his hands under one of your heels and grinned to himself as he brought his arms up a little faster than you had intended, flinging you up to the roof in one swift motion and making you yelp.

“You’re such a dick!” You shouted down to him as he started to climb out after you, making him laugh. “What time is it Sam?”

“Hey, we’ve still got 10 minutes to midnight!” He said, giving you a grin.

“Ooh, think we can make it back?”

“Yeah, it’s just a couple rooftops over! Barnes, move your ass!”

Bucky was just climbing onto the roof as you and Sam started jogging towards the adjacent building and cursed under his breath as he clambered to follow you.

Sam let out a whoop as he leaped between the buildings, one of his drones catching him halfway and carrying him to the other side.

“Oh my god was that waiting out here the whole time?” You scolded him as he swooped back to lift you across the gap, depositing you softly on the next roof.

“Yeah, why are you surprised?”

You just gave him a laugh as Bucky flung himself over the space between the structures, rolling in his landing and scowling at the two of you when he regained his feet.

“No thanks, I don’t need any help.” He growled at Sam, voice dripping with sarcasm as he brushed some pebbles off the shoulder of his tux jacket.

“You’re fine.” Sam waved a dismissive hand as the three of you walked to the next edge, which led to your hotel.

You dropped down first to the ledge that was 10 feet below, landing on the balls of your feet and twisting just a bit to gain your balance before you started gliding towards the window to your room.

“You good, Y/N?” Sam called as they watched you crouch as much as you could when you reached the end of the ledge.

“She’s got it.” Bucky muttered as you uncurled your body like a whip, shooting across the gap between the two buildings, latching onto the buttress above your window as you stretched down, your toes reaching for the lower sill. You found your purchase and released one hand to draw the window open, then slipped inside easily. “See?” He gave Sam a grin as he moved to follow you.

It only took the two of them a minute to join you, and you met them with champagne and a pleased smile on your face.

“Hello boys, just in time for the countdown!”

You passed out the drinks and took one for yourself before the three of you headed out to the small balcony that was around the corner from the window you had entered through.

“And 5, 4, 3, 2, 1! Happy New Year!” The three of you shouted.

You heard the city erupt in cheers and fireworks started exploding over the Eiffel tower. Bucky set his champagne flute down and drew you into his arms, bringing one hand up to cradle the back of your head as he pressed his lips to yours. You sighed as you opened up to him, welcoming the crisp taste of champagne on his tongue as he curled it against yours.

“Ooookay, that is my cue to leave.” Sam said, downing the rest of his drink and avoiding making eye contact with either of you as he made his exit.

“Mmm, Happy New Year, Sammy!” You called after him. Bucky just waved a hand at him as his mouth moved down to your neck, his lips trailing over your throat as his other hand pressed against the small of your back.

“Just, remember to take out your comms, I’m begging you.” Sam said before shutting the door behind him.

“Fuck, right.” You plucked yours out of your ear and set it next to your glass as Bucky drew you back into the room, sucking on the curve of your shoulder softly. He released you for just a second to remove his own comm and closed the door to the balcony before turning back to you.

“Oh, that fucking dress.” He growled as he took you in, his eyes dark with desire. “You know, I’ve been wanting to peel you out of that thing all night, you damn cock tease.”

You stepped into him and pressed your hand against the bulge in his pants as you nipped at his bottom lip. “Mmm, your always so good to me when I tease you though, baby. I can’t help it.” You moved your hands up to start undoing his tie. “Besides, I don’t know how you can blame me for teasing you when you’re walking around in this tux. I’ve been wet all night.” You whipped the tie off and started working on the buttons of his shirt as you took his earlobe between your lips and sucked on it.

His hands moved to your ass and squeezed as he ground his hips against you, making you gasp. “Don’t tell me that unless you want me to do something about it. Fuck, are you even wearing anything under here?”

You slid his jacket off his shoulders and followed it with his shirt, running your fingers over his bare torso before starting to undo his belt. “Why don’t you get it off me and find out?” You purred, gazing up at him through your lashes as you drew the belt through the loops and moved to unbutton his fly.

He leered at you and brought his hands up to your shoulders, running the thin straps of your gown through his fingers before snapping them easily. He sighed as he watched the material slither over your curves and pool at your feet. “I fucking knew it.”

You were completely bare under his gaze, aside from the two knife belts you had around your thighs, each of which contained 2 blades.

“Damn it, Barnes.” You scolded him.

“What?”

“Could we have one night where you don’t end up ruining at least one expensive item of clothing?” You sighed, bending over to pick up the dress and shooting him a soft look of reproval.

“Shit, baby. I’m sorry. I get too excited.” He did feel a little bad, but every time you wore something like that, all he could think of was ripping it off you.

“Well, now you’ll just have to make it up to me.” You teased, tossing the dress aside and drawing him closer.

“Yes, ma’am.” He murmured as his fingers moved to start undoing the belts around your thighs. He brushed his lips against the small hollow beneath your ear as he worked, flicking his tongue over the sensitive skin there as his fingers brushed over your legs, making your pussy clench around nothing. “You want me to show you how sorry I am with my tongue?” He set aside the two belts and moved a hand to cup your sex, groaning at how warm and wet he found you.

“God, just fucking do it.” You hissed as he teased a finger between your folds, barely brushing against your heat before withdrawing again.

“Well, since you asked so nicely…” He picked you up and carried you a few feet to lay you on the dining room table, kicking the chairs out of the way with a clatter.

He gave you a searing kiss, taking your breath with him when he withdrew to kneel between your thighs. His stubble tickled at your skin as he moved his lips and tongue up your inner thigh at an agonizing pace, moving to the other thigh when he had almost reached your cunt and making you whine.

“I’m so sorry I ruined your dress, pretty girl.” He finally dragged his tongue over your slit and you let out a low moan, your fingers burying themselves in his hair as he repeated the motion. “Wish I could promise it won’t happen again, but this pussy does things to me.”

He pressed the flat of his tongue against you and drew it over your entrance heavily, slurping up all the evidence of your arousal with an obscene sound before wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking. The whimper you let out made his cock twitch as your thighs clenched around his shoulders, drawing him into you even further.

“God, Bucky, right there.” You murmured as he increased the pressure on your bundle of nerves and inserted two fingers into your cunt, moaning at the feeling of your satiny walls clenching around him. He curled them just a bit and you wailed, arching your back into him as you started whispering “please” over and over like a prayer.

He grinned against you as he shook his head slightly, pressing himself even further into your heat and lapping up the juices that leaked from you as he fucked you with his fingers.

He added a third finger and crooked his wrist just slightly and that was it. Every muscle in your body went rigid as you came against his face, soaking him in your release as you clamped down on his fingers and sobbed with pleasure. You released him slightly, only to spasm again from the aftershocks as your muscles quivered around him. He finally managed to draw himself away and stood between your legs, grinning down as he watched you come down from your orgasm, shivering occasionally as a random jolt of pleasure shot through you.

“You think you can forgive me?” He asked wickedly as he finished undoing his slacks and slid them over his hips, followed by his boxer briefs. He drew his hand over his length as he waited for you to answer, nudging the tip of his cock against your folds and making you yelp.

“Fuck, yes. God Bucky.” You sat up and wrapped your hands around his neck, bringing his face to yours violently. You ground your hips against him, groaning as you felt his shaft slide through your slick easily. He started to lift you to bring you to the bedroom and you shook your head a bit before releasing him. “No, I need it now.”

He grinned at you as he teased his head against your clit, making you whine. “You want me to fuck you right here on the table?”

“God, yes please. Gimme that cock. I need you inside me.” It was driving you crazy. You brought a hand between the two of you and wrapped it around him, making him hiss as you lined him up. “I want you to split me open then fuck me until I can’t breathe.”

He let out a low growl from deep in his chest. He loved when you talked like this. He pushed into slowly with a groan until he was sheathed to the hilt, relishing in the feel of you clenching around him. “Fuck baby, you feel so good. So tight and warm. What else you want me to do to you?” He started moving his hips slowly, grinding them against you each time he was bottomed out.

“Shit,” You were panting with need as he moved inside you, his cock dragging against your g-spot over and over and making it hard to think. “I want your mouth on my tits. God, just like that.” He was following your instructions beautifully, dragging his tongue over the inner slope of your breast as his hips kept up their slow pace. “Fuck, baby, suck on my nipples now.”

He did as you asked, swirling his tongue over the sensitive buds as his lips closed around them, sucking softly and making you whine. He’d always been good at following orders.

“Mmm, move faster.” You commanded, wrapping your fingers in his hair as he continued lavishing attention on your breasts.

He obliged easily, picking up the pace until he was slamming into you, knocking the breath out of you. You met each of his thrusts with your own, mewling as you felt a coil starting to knot in your abdomen.

“God, I’m gonna cum.” You whined.

One more drive of his hips and the coil broke, making you scream. Your fingernails dug into his scalp as you went stiff for just a beat before everything released. He smiled into your neck as you vibrated against him, panting heavily as you came down.

He kept fucking into you like a man possessed. He brought his mouth back up to yours and kissed you softly as he felt you relax a bit. “Did I do good, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, baby, you did great.” You laughed into his mouth as he kept moving.

“You’re in charge, pretty girl. What do you want now?”

“God, work my clit. Fuck, just like that.” You were having trouble focusing as he did what you asked. “I need your mouth on my neck. Hngh, Bucky! That’s so good.”

“What else, beautiful?” he grinned against your throat, loving how easily you were coming apart around him. He picked up the pace with his hips a little more and felt you flutter around him.

“Shit, stick your thumb up my ass.”

He was not prepared for that and his hips faltered for a bit. He whipped his head up to stare at you as he regained his composure.

“What?”

“Ahh, fuck.” You were just a little embarrassed. You usually liked to ramp up to this type of thing, and especially with Bucky, you had wanted go really slow with this particular kink. You didn’t know how much of a thing anal play had been in the 40s. “Um, you can forget I said that.”

To your surprise, he broke out into an absolutely sinful grin and gave you a savage kiss as he laid you back on the table, stilling his hips but keeping himself sheathed in you as he drew your knees up to your shoulders.

“I’ve been dreaming about this ass, baby.” He said as he started moving his hips again, dragging his thumb through the slick that was leaking out around his cock and moving it down until it was pressing against your pretty hole, making you gasp.

“Bucky, don’t tease me.”

“Thinking about this tight little hole wrapped around my cock, I was worried you’d never let me in.” You moaned as he pressed himself through the tight ring of muscle and your eyes rolled up into your skull as you arched yourself into him. “But here you are, giving me a fucking invitation.”

He gave a groan when both your holes clenched around him, and he felt his cock moving in your cunt with his thumb through the thin lining between your passages. He drew himself out halfway and slammed back into violently, the tip of him barely kissing your cervix and making you whine.

His fingers on your clit pressed down hard and you flew apart around him, your orgasm ripping through you with abandon. The scream you let out was otherworldly as you creamed all over his cock.

The sight of you writhing beneath him sent him over his own edge and he shouted your name as his cum spurted inside of you, coating your walls and his dick as he collapsed on top of you.

You were still trembling as aftershocks rippled through your body. He kissed your neck and pulled out of you gently. You barely noticed, you were so fucked out.

“Shit sweetheart.” He muttered as he drew himself up. “This body treats me so fucking good. Damn, look at that.” He drew your knees apart and stared appreciatively at you pussy, still clenching as you came down. His cum was slowly leaking out of you and dribbling over your puckered hole. “Let’s clean you up.”

You had expected him to go get a towel, but he knelt down and dragged his tongue over first your asshole, then your slit, making you sob as he lapped up the mixture of your releases. When he drew his tongue over your clit, you came again immediately, it was so overstimulated.

“Fuck, you ok, Y/N?” He hadn’t expected you to be that sensitive and was worried he might have overdone it. He brought himself back up to look you in the eyes, cupping one cheek in the palm of his hand as he studied your face with concern.

“God, Bucky, I’m fucking great.” You gave him a sloppy grin as you stared up at him, turning your head to press a kiss into the palm of his hand. “I don’t think I can walk though.” Your legs were jelly.

He just laughed and scooped you into his arms, carrying you into the bedroom and laying on the bed. He covered you with the sheets and pressed a soft kiss to your temple before heading into the bathroom to clean himself up. He was only gone for a minute before he was sliding behind you and wrapping you in his arms.

“Happy New Year, beautiful.” He whispered into your hair as you drifted off to sleep, drowsy now that you were surrounded with his warmth.

“Happy fucking New Year, Bucky.” You murmured before you dozed off, blissfully satisfied.

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