#suz yells

[space-mouse]

i love unhinged women but i also love women who try so fucking hard to be hinged. clinging to those hinges by her fingernails.

[w1redsmile]

to all of my mutuals watching this rn :

you're welcome :)

[jobean12-blog]

Bucky Fic- Bucky is always having nightmares and panic attacks during the night, he would always go to steve or natasha for help but one night when steve and nat are on a mission, Bucky starts rambling around the command trying to calm himself down he stumbles across the reader in the living room, watching tv, you start helping bucky with his nightmares and he slowly starts coming to you more than steve. and one night he comes out to the reader to tell her that he had a dream, the reader is really excited and happy for bucky until he tell her that it was a sex dream and that he was falling for her and then it gets steamy

you can take it from there lol (obvs smutty) lol

have a great day❤️

Dream Fall

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,625

Summary: Bucky has nightmares pretty regularly and it's hard to sleep so when he finds out that you sometimes have trouble sleeping too it works out in everyone's favor.

Author's Note: Thank you bunches love for this sweet and sexy request! 💕I love the idea of Bucky spending time with the reader and it helping him relax and of course he has to act on his dream...hope you enjoy! Have a lovely night! HUGS! This is also for my lovely friend Suz @musingsinmoonlight and her Any Way You Want It Writing Challenge in celebration of 1k followers! 💕Congratulations my sweet, so deserved and a million more! Love you! My prompt was: "The door's always open, you know that." Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by my love @firefly-graphics thank you sweets!🥰

Warnings: a tiny tinge of angst, lots of fun and fluff, teasing, flirting, tension and smut; fingering (18+ ONLY PLEASE!!!)

“Can’t sleep either?”

You scream and throw your cookie straight at the assailants head before diving onto the floor. Your ass is in the air and your face is buried in the pillow that fell with you. A light poke to your butt cheek makes you scream again, this time most of the sound muffled by the pillow.

“This is a really good cookie.”

“Wha…” you say as you slowly lift your head and peek through your fingers. “Bucky?”

“Hey doll,” he murmurs sheepishly. “Sorry if I scared ya.”

“You caught that?” you ask, your shock evident.

“Yea,” Bucky scoffs. “Easily.”

“Of course,” you deadpan with a roll of your eyes before they widen with disbelief.

“Did you eat my cookie?”

He quickly wipes at his mouth and sticks his hands in the pockets of his sweats.

“Um. Maybe?”

“You ate my cookie!” you screech. “First you scare the living daylights out of me then you EAT MY COOKIE!”

He dips his head and mumbles a quiet, “sorry.”

You exhale and fall back onto the couch, looking up at his tired eyes and slumped shoulders. You immediately feel bad.

“It’s ok, don’t worry Buck,” you tell him, patting the spot next to you. “So why are you up?” you ask.

“These nightmares keep waking me up and I can’t fall back to sleep after.”

His confession makes you soften even more and you lay a gentle hand over his.

“I’m sorry. And I didn’t mean to yell. You can have as many cookies as you want.”

“You have more?” he asks with a hopeful smile.

You nod with a grin and jog back to the kitchen to grab the plate.

“Want a drink?” you ask.

“Got milk?”

“Yep!” you answer, popping the p.

You return with a stacked plate of cookies and a large glass of milk.

“Thanks doll,” he says before shoving a whole cookie into his mouth. “Pheese arr rlly gud.”

“What?” you giggle.

“These,” he starts again, swallowing. “Are really good.”

“Thanks, I made them.”

“Really?”

“Don’t act so surprised Barnes. I love to bake.”

He takes another cookie and dips this one in milk, humming happily when he bites the soft cookie.

“Well, you’re really good at it,” he mumbles through another mouthful.

You smile and lean forward, wiping some crumbs from his lip.

He clears his throat before his tongue darts out to lick the spot you just touched.

“So, why are you up?” he asks, feeling his cheeks heat.

“Some nights I just can’t fall asleep you know. My brain is just like...” and you make these crazy and wild motions with your hands flying around your head. “So, I bake.”

“I understand that” he sighs.

“I was just going to watch some Chopped if you want to stay,” you tell him as you settle against the cushions.

He leans back, his shoulder bumping yours. “I’d love to doll.”

The next morning you wake up with a long stretch and a deep exhale, feeling more rested that usual. You look around and realize you’re back in your bed.

After washing up and changing you walk into the common room and find Bucky hunched over his coffee cup.

“Hey,” you say softly.

His face brightens the moment he looks up and sees you. “Heya doll. How did ya sleep?”

“I actually feel like I got a decent amount,” you smile. “But I don’t remember how I got back to my room and in bed.”

He audibly swallows and gives you a boyish smirk. “Well, uh, you sorta fell asleep while we were watching the show and I didn’t want to leave you on the couch so…”

“Thank you Bucky. I appreciate it,” you whisper and kiss the corner of his mouth.

His eyes are soft and his lashes flutter against his cheeks when you pull away.

“Anytime doll. And I wanna thank you for hanging out with me and sharing your cookies last night. Really helped me relax.”

“Happy to and if I’m not out here just come find me, I’m usually up.”

He starts to shake his head. “Nah, I can’t be bothering you all the time doll.”

“Bucky,” you chide and curl your fingers around his, “you’re not bothering me. The door’s always open, you know that.”

With a small nod he squeezes your hand and says a quiet, “thanks.”

The next few nights pass in the same fashion. You’re up watching tv after baking and he shows up to stay with you. Sometimes you talk, sometimes you don’t but always your bodies are pressed together on the couch as you sit, shoulder to shoulder and knee to knee.

However, the next night goes a bit different when he wakes up earlier than usual and finds you getting ready to bake.

He walks into the kitchen looking disheveled and tired with his hair mussed and his shirt clinging to slightly sweaty skin.

“Hey,” you say quietly as you put down your whisk and take a step closer.

His chin dips and his chocolate brown locks fall in front of his face. You lift a tentative hand and brush them away, inwardly sighing when you notice they are still wet with sweat. Your thumb swipes across his jaw and you lift his eyes to yours.

“I’m making a new recipe. Want to help?”

“Yea doll. That would be great.”

The relief in his yes puts you at ease and you take his hand, leading him to the counter. You don’t ask him any questions, hoping if he wants to talk he knows you’re ready to listen. You’re just hoping to keep his mind occupied on something else.

“Ok, first…you need an apron!”

You shuffle through the aprons Tony has stashed in the bottom drawer and pull out one that says: ‘I have no idea what I’m doing.’

“Here you go,” you say, holding it out for him.

He takes it and starts to lift it over his head but you stop him.

“Wait Buck. You’re a little…just…come here.”

He steps closer to you and you gently smooth out his tee shirt and straighten the fabric over his shoulders then brush the stray strands of hair from his face.

His eyes follow your every move and you love the way his body feels under your fingertips. You pull your hair tie off your wrist and move behind him.

“Um, can you bend down a little. I can’t reach,” you giggle.

He does as you ask and you comb your fingers through his hair before securing it in a low bun at the base of his neck. Taking the apron from his hands you put it over his head and tie the back of it in a bow.

“There we go! Now you’re ready to bake!”

When he reads the front of the apron he lets out a real laugh, his nose scrunched up and his eyes crinkled.

“It’s fitting,” he says with a smile and a shrug.

“You look so cute,” you hum but turn away before you see his cheeks turn pink.

He quickly tries to recover and focus on your instructions. Within no time you have the butter and sugar creamed and you’re working on the dry ingredients for your new brownie recipe.

“These already look so good,” he says as he whisks the dry ingredients together.

“I know I can’t wait to taste them!” you agree.

He gets a little too enthusiastic while whisking and proceeds to send a cloud of flour out of the bowl and onto his apron. You point and laugh but it quickly dies away when he takes some flour from the bag and chucks it at your face.

“BUCKY!” you screech!

You try to reach over him to get your own handful but he easily stops you, pinning your wrists together.

“I don’t think so doll face.”

You huff and stomp your foot. “Fine. But you better watch your back Barnes!”

He pulls you into his chest and leans down close to your ear. “Is that a threat doll?”

“Maybe,” you whisper, trying to keep your voice steady.

“Ok then. Two can play at this game,” he answers before releasing you.

You both manage to behave until the brownies are in the oven and it’s time for cleanup. You can’t help but sneak a look at him as he washes the dishes, his shoulders much less tense than before and his eyes bright.

He feels your gaze and looks up to catch you staring.

“What?” he asks.

“Nothing,” you reply and go back to wiping the countertop.

Without warning a spray of cold water hits you in the side, soaking your shirt and making you scream. You drop the cloth and pin him with a murder glare. You pick up the clean whisk and run at him but he easily grabs you around the waist and spins you so your back is to his chest and your arms are crossed in front of you.

“Never gonna happen doll,” he teases.

“UGH! This is so unfair!” you whine.

He laughs and dances his fingers down your sides, his glee plentiful when he realizes how ticklish you are.

“Oh, this is too easy,” he cheers over the sound of your hysterical laughter.

When you get to the point where you can barely breathe or stand he finally stops but still holds you in his arms.

“You ok doll face?” he asks, leaning his head on your shoulder.

You try to elbow him but to no avail and he just laughs more.

“I’m FINE!” you huff. “But I shouldn’t share any brownies with you!”

“AW! You have to! I helped ya make ‘em!” he exclaims.

He loosens his grip and you spin in his arms, holding up the whisk.

“You still have that?” he laughs.

“Yea, I was hoping to bop you at least once,” you explain as you try to hit him with it.

He closes his metal fingers around your wrist, effectively stopping any chance you have. With a quick tug he pulls you closer, his face only inches from yours.

“Looks like I win,” he simpers.

You tremble in his arms, your mouth opening with a retort but when his eyes drop to your lips you run your tongue along the outline instead and he dips his head.

“Bucky…” you breathe out.

The timer for the brownies goes off and you jump.

“Shit,” he mutters, reluctantly letting go of you.

You take the brownies out and frantically fan them with the oven mitt, rambling on about how they should be cool enough to try in a few minutes.

“Want some milk?” Bucky asks when he walks to the fridge.

Once the brownies are cool and you each have one and a glass of milk you count to three and take a bite. Your simultaneous moans have you both laughing through the delicious mouthful.

“Wow,” Bucky finally says, his eyes still closed as he savors the bite.

“You said it,” you hum, licking the crumbs from your lips.

He opens his eyes in time to catch the action and his gaze stays locked on your mouth.

“You’ve got a little something…” he says softly, as he leans in, brushing his thumb across your lips.

Before you can consider your reaction you pull his thumb between your lips and lick it clean. He sucks in a breath and his eyes darken.

“Doll…” he murmurs, dropping his hand to your cheek.

“WHY THE HELL DOES IT SMELL LIKE BROWNIES AT 2am?”

Sam’s loud voice slices through the moment and you and Bucky quickly move away from each other. Sam looks between the two of you, his eyes sparkling with barely contained excitement. He slides over to the kitchen island and slips his hand into the plate of brownies, grabbing two before backing up with an ever-growing grin. Without a word he disappears down the hallway.

“Fucking Wilson,” Bucky mutters.

The next night it’s Bucky you find in the kitchen baking. You shuffle in, your old, oversized tee shirt hanging off your shoulder and your pink lace panties visible through the thin fabric.

The moment you round the corner his eyes are on you, drinking in every inch of your exposed skin.

“Hey,” he swallows.

“Hi Buck,” you answer softly, wringing your shirt between your hands. “Are you baking without me?”

“You really are a dream come true,” he whispers.

Your eyebrows draw together and you tilt your head.

“What?” you ask, taking a step closer to him.

“My dream…” he murmurs. “You were in my dream.”

“Was it a good dream?” you ask, excitedly.

“It was the best dream I’ve ever had,” he answers, putting down the spatula.

“That’s amazing. I’m so happy for you!” you sing.

He turns toward you and moves into your space, crowding your against the counter.

“Thanks,” he says, lightly grazing his fingers down your arm.

You try to keep your body from responding but his touch sends a shiver down your spine.

“How come you’re awake then?” you ask through a shaky breath.

“Well, it was such a good dream that when I woke up I couldn’t go back to sleep. I couldn’t stop thinking about it.”

He tilts his head and lightly skims his lips over your temple.

“Oh,” is all you manage to say.

“Don’t ya wanna know what it was about baby doll?”

He pulls back to look at you and you nod, trying to concentrate on the words falling from his lips rather than his hard body pressed to yours.

“Well, it all started kinda like this. We were up in the middle of the night and we were baking something. I don’t even remember what it was.”

“Uh huh,” you say, digging your teeth into your bottom lip.

“But you weren’t wearing this,” he smirks, rubbing your thin tee shirt between his fingertips. “You were wearing my Henley and…”

His hand dips lower and he lifts the hem of your shirt, stopping long enough to make sure there is no apprehension in your eyes.

“Bucky please,” you whimper, giving him all he needs.

With teasing movements, he lifts the shirt high enough to reveal your pink panties.

“You definitely weren’t wearing these,” he croons.

“What was I…”

“Nothing,” he interrupts as he hooks his finger into the lace at your hip.

“Then what happened?” you ask him, digging your fingers into his shoulders.

“Then…” he starts, dipping his head close enough to gently run his nose along your skin.

His lips press to yours and he coaxes the softest sounds from the back of your throat before deepening the kiss and swallowing your moans. Long and nimble fingers tease the edge of your panties before slipping lower.

With a hiss against your lips, he slides his fingers through the wetness between your legs, parting your folds and rubbing your clit in slow circles.

Your back arches and you press yourself into him, letting your legs fall open. His metal hand cradles the back of your neck and he angles your head back, exposing the delicate column and kissing along the length of it.

“And then?” you gasp, feeling the light press of his finger.

He hums against your skin as his lips move across your jaw and he sets his heated gaze on yours. He slowly pushes one finger inside you, letting his eyes close just long enough to savor the feel before he opens them again and pushes a second one in.

“Don’t worry. I’m going to show you everything I did.”

You clench around his fingers, rocking your hips onto his hand in a desperate plea for more.

“Oh fuck, baby doll, you feel better than anything I could ever dream of.”

@book-dragon-13 @christywantspizza @dreamlessinparis @goldylions @hiddles-rose @hiddles-and-skittles @jhangelface0523 @loricamebackyetagain @lookiamtrying @maladaptivexxdaydreaming @nano--raptor @randomfandompenguin @rebel-stardust @turbolisedcomet @breakablebarnes @weekendgothgirl @loki-laufeyson-1054 @seitmai @justile @bb-skyrunner

[annathesillyfriend]

I swear, everytime I am surprised with just how quick the month ended 🤯 Life's been really trying me lately and all these incredible writers and their amazing stories have been keeping me sane. I am so thankful for that! I hope you're gonna enjoy these fics just as much 😌

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

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

Also, please, mind the writers’ warnings!

🌊BUCKY BARNES🌊

my city, my partner by @real-jane

↳ one shot, this!!! i want this!!!

let go by @all1e23

↳ one shot, 18+, stunning work 🙌

incadescent glow (your touch brought forth) by @cupidsbarnes

↳ one shot, firefighter!bucky x single mum!reader, i have no words, it's just so wonderful 🥺

unexpected by @pellucid-constellations

↳ one shot, army vet!bucky x teacher!reader, AHHHHH loved this!

a touchable dream by @nexusnyx

↳ series, dad!bucky, my love for this story and Nyx is out of control. i feel so connected to these characters, it's almost like i know them in real life. this fic has brought so much joy to my life!!

hide and seek by @musingsinmoonlightnlight

↳ one-shot, 18+, bucky barnes can get it. and by it i mean gloating rights... among other things 👀

little punk by @/musingsinmoonlightlibrary

↳ one-shot, mob!bucky, Suz, you bloody legend you 😁

not even a little by @intrepidacious

↳ one-shot, roommate!au, what we like best - pining idiots in love

lost in the woods by @sweetdreamsbuck

↳ one-shot, beefy!lumberjack!bucky, you probably know that already bit bunny and lumby live in my heart rent free

common law by @/indyluckycharlie

↳ one-shot, agent!reader, when i make a mistake, i get yelled at and she ends up married to bucky barnes??? not fair

🌊STEVE ROGERS🌊

an olive branch by @real-jane

↳ one-shot, loving Kate's work comes to me as easy as breathing i swear

the best thing that's ever been mine by @velvetcloxds

↳ one-shot, stark!reader, 💙

let my heart bleed. by @xbuchananbarnes

↳ one-shot, 18+, steve rogers owns my body, mind and soul

in the name of the king by @anika-ann

↳ one-shot, knight!steve, get your tissues ready and jump in!

ice-cream by @anika-ann

↳ one-shot, 🍦🍦🍦👀

you by @bucky-murdock-moans

↳ one-shot, Vidra, you are literally gonna make me melt one day 🥺

'til the morning comes by @rodrikstark

↳ series, senator!steve, an "aranged" marriage, LOVED THIS!!

under my skin by @indyluckycharlie

↳ one-shot, steve grant rogers was born to be teased send tweet

🌊SAM WILSON🌊

where love blooms by @lovelyavengers

↳ one-shot, loved this one 🥰

breakfest in bed by @callingsergeantbarnes

↳ one-shot, this. this is what i want in life

🌊MATT MURDOCK🌊

silly & sweet by @/bucky-murdock-moans

↳ one-shot, this is so soft, reading this felt like hugging a fluffy cat 🥰

🌊PETER PARKER🌊

rainy day inn by @userholland

↳ one-shot, neighbour!reader, friends to lovers, this is just so nice 🥺

secrets over ice-cream by @spidernerdsblog

↳ one-shot, i love dad!peter so much 😫

pistolwhip by @silkscream

↳ series, 18+, university au, friends to lovers, friends with benefits, fake dating, unrequited love, delicious fic 👌

stolen moments by @waitimcomingtoo

↳ one-shot, start!reader, it's just great, loved this so much 💕

this fic by @darlingparker

↳ one-shot, very very cute shit!!

ground me by @thegirlintheswivelchair

↳ one-shot, if you need a little cry, Kena's got you 😅

the baby assignment by @vendettaparker

↳ one-shot, stark!reader, this is such a fun read 😁

be my girl by @peterbenjiparker

↳ one-shot, friends to lovers, M owns my heart, this is just so 🥰🥰🥰

hamatria by @peteprker

↳ series, dark!peter x stark!reader, now, this is what i like to call masterpiece. phenomenal work 👏👏

🌊JOAQUIN TORRES🌊

bloom by @fluffyprettykitty

↳ one-shot, joaquin and flowers are the best combo ever

🌊THOR ODINSON🌊

rumble. by @xbuchananbarnes

↳ one-shot, Dani back at it again with such a stunning piece 😌

🌊TOM HOLLAND🌊

prince you've been gone by @heyhihellowhatsup0

↳ series, prince!tom, miss Nicole back at it again with one banger of a story, loved this!

lovefool by @totheblood

↳ one-shot, best friend's brother!tom, loved this one!

back to back by @venomsilk and @justapurrcat

↳ one-shot, childhood friends to lovers, S and Lia did such a wonderful job here, what a great story!

to be real by @softholand

↳ series, social media au, singer!reader, loved this so much!

🌊HARRY HOLLAND🌊

the bet by @farfromharry

↳ one-shot, haven't read a harry fic in a hot minute and i missed him, this was great!

🌊ANDY BARBER🌊

wanna be yours(weetheart) by @shieldedreams

↳ one-shot, this is just so bloody adorable 🥰

🌊NATHAN DRAKE🌊

chocolate and cuddles by @justapurrcat

↳ one-shot, i need him to give me a hug. or five. or just one very very long hug. i'm not picky

this fic by @xoluvx

↳ one-shot, my birthday's in like 2 months so if anyone wants to get me a voucher for a make out sess with nathan, feel free to do so 😌

don't blame me by @lauras-collection

↳ one-shot, 18+, enemies to lovers, fun fact - when you look up 'talent' in the dictionary, you're gonna find a photo of Laura. like for real

[eddieandbird]

Part 1 - The Return of Eddie Munson

Eddie & Bird | Part 2

Dustin plopped himself on his bed, exhaling into a groan as he finally felt every one of his injuries he received during the past few weeks. He sucked his teeth as he rubbed his sprained ankle. Dustin rolled over to grab his walkie and placed it right next to him on his pillow.

“Suzie, do you copy?” he said unenthusiastically.

“Dusty! Oh, how I missed your voice” Suzie giggled. “How’s everyone holding up out there?”

“We’re all doing our best. It’s still depressing as shit, with the whole town falling apart… and Eddie…” Dustin’s voice trailed off as he thought about Eddie.

As much as he idolized and admired Eddie for his sacrifice, Dustin’s feelings were accompanied by anger and sadness. Why did Eddie choose to be so stupid in heroism? Why didn’t he just stick to the plan and protect himself from Vecna’s minions? The thought of Dustin never seeing the mop-headed friend anymore killed a part of him. He felt tears building up in his eyes.

“I’m so sorry Dusty… it must be so hard being a big hero,” Suzie cooed

“Thanks, Suz” Dustin wanted to rant about so much more, but he knew that Suzie didn’t need to be roped even more into this chaos. “Listen, I’m actually kind of tired now, so talk to you later?”

“Okay, till next time Dusty Bun. Love you,” She chirped.

“Love you, Suzie,”

Dustin slammed down the antenna on his walkie and let out a sigh. He let his eyelids fall for a moment, on his way to being taken over by a deep nap. Right as he was about to fall, he was snapped out of it by a light knocking at his window. His eyes shot over to it, seeing a dirt-covered hand adorned with silver rings. Dustin sprung up and quickly stumbled over to open the window. He looked down to see a heavily injured Eddie Munson. 

“Hey Henderson,” Eddie panted. Dustin with eyes wide, grabbed him by the jacket and used the very last of his energy to pull him into his room

“What. The. Fuck… Eddie…” Dustin spat.

Dustin froze for a moment. He examined Eddie from head to toe and thought to himself that he looked awful. Eddie’s hair resembled a drowned rat rather than his usual bouncy curls. He had scratches and bite marks all over his face and neck. His abdomen was wrapped in the old sheets they had used to get through the gate in his trailer. All of his clothes were soaked in blood and his jacket had been torn through so badly, that it looked like one more loose thread would make it fall into pieces.

“It’s good to see you again,” Eddie smirked while catching his breath.

“W-what, h-how… I saw you-“

“I liiiived! I survived! Your favorite DM is back and better than ever,” Eddie chuckled before he fell back onto Dustin’s bed

Dustin stopped worrying for a moment and just smiled at him. He was beyond relieved and excited to have Eddie back. He felt so much pride for him that he was badass enough to fight on his own against the Demobats. But once that feeling subsided, he started to silently freak out once again.

“Eddie… What are we going to do? I literally just told your uncle, Wayne you died,” Dustin grabbed onto his hat in distress. “A-and what do I tell the others? They’re going to lose it!”

“I don’t know, Kid. I didn’t know I was going to make it this far,” Eddie spoke softly, avoiding eye contact. Even though he was relieved to finally be reunited with one of his dedicated Hellfire members, he knew better than to get comfortable. He was still a wanted man running from police and those basketball jock assholes. 

Dustin paused and then said “I need to go talk to Steve. Maybe he’ll know what to do,” he shuffled around to get his backpack and walkie. “You, stay here. Don’t leave and don’t make noise,” Eddie wanted to ask him more questions, but before he could speak, Dustin rushed out of his room, slamming the door behind him.

“Dusty? Everything okay?” Mrs. Henderson called from the kitchen

“Yeah Mom, I gotta go help with a volunteering thing, be back later!” Dustin yelled as he got through the door.

“Please be safe!” she called out after him.

Dustin grabbed his bike from the garage and sped off to Family Video.

~

The front door chimed as Dustin stepped inside the VHS store. He was greeted by both Robin and Steve working at the checkout desk.

“Steve’s baby is here!” Robin exclaimed. “How ya holding up, bud?” Steve hopped over the desk and made his way over to Dustin.

“Hey, hey Henderson. Everything alright?” Steve was always happy to see Dustin, but after all the recent events, he had an odd feeling that there was something off. Robin stayed behind the desk organizing paperwork. Keeping her eyes on the desk, Robin said.

“It’s kinda nice for you to pay us a visit, the store’s been dead all day because duh who wants to rent movies while the world’s falling apart-”

“Eddie’s alive.” Dustin interrupted Robin.

The three stood in silence for a moment. Their minds raced about how this was even possible. Dustin was in tears when he told them about how Eddie ran back to fight Vecna’s bats all by himself. He sadly confessed to Steve that he felt deep guilt for not even trying to carry Eddie’s body through the gate.

“Wait hold on, how? I mean how did he even get back from the Upside Down?” Steve put his hands on his hips, giving Dustin a skeptical look.

“I have no idea, I ran down here as soon as I found him… well it was more like he found me, but whatever! Point is, we need a plan on how to help him. He might need medical attention and more importantly, he needs a place to hide,” Dustin spat in a panic.

“Where is he right now?” Steve asked.

“He’s laying low in my room, but I know he can’t stay there. Mom will find him eventually,” Dustin’s eyes bounced back and forth from Steve to Robin. Steve scratched the back of his head nervously. Suddenly Robin’s eyes lit up.

“I know somewhere we can hide him!” Robin chimed.

[justreadingfics]

Stay

Summary: The lights are dim, but he can see how ridiculously luxurious the room is as his eyes roam around quickly, not detaining his look on anything in particular. He doesn’t care about any of that, and he knows she doesn’t either, even though she’s the one who’s always in charge of choosing the place. Sometimes they end up in fancy hotel rooms like that. Other times it’s a shitty one-room in the worst parts of the city. He never questions why she chooses the places she chooses, and frankly, he doesn’t care. All he cares about is where and when.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Sharon Carter

Words: 4.6k

Warnings: 18+, angst, smut, light sub!bucky, Sharon as the Powerbroker even though I hate that, feelings, a little bit of fluff if you squint.

A/N: Here I am, a thousand years later and probably not writing what most of my followers might be expecting me to write (if there’s still anyone out there expecting me to write anything, ahah). I’ve been obsessing over these two for a while and, of course, there aren’t many fics with this ship, so I decided to take a shot. This is for the legendary @musingsinmoonlight​ Writing Challenge, which had the best rules, because there were no rules (but If there’s any I forgot feel free to yell at me, Suz). I’m so incredibly thankful for @newdaynewyearnewlife​ who so kindly helped me with this one, you’re just amazing. 

Bucky swipes a hand over his face and turns his gaze outside the aircraft’s window. The dark and angry sky works in sync with the fog that has settled in his mind.

“Hey,” Sam calls and throws him a chocolate bar from the other side, “Why the long face? We missed him this time, but we’re close…”

Him… Ripping the candy’s package with his teeth, Bucky holds back the will to scoff at the assumption. They had gotten a lead that the Power Broker had been operating in the States for a while now, mostly messing with U.S. government operations. But when they got to the location, they found nothing there. It didn’t seem to be unoccupied for too long, though.

“Yeah… at least you got to keep the shield this time,” Bucky adds, nodding at said shield resting next to Sam. He chews his chocolate, ignoring the pointed look that Sam throws at him.

Putting down the backpack that holds the wings beside him, Torres chuckles at Bucky’s remark on that one time when they got close enough to the masked figure that they assumed to be the Power Broker, only for Sam to have his shield stolen.

The look on his face had made Bucky laugh for days. It had only been topped by the line of curses that flew out Cap’s mouth when they found the shield waiting for them as soon as they arrived at the new Avengers compound’s door. No footage of the delivery guy was ever found.  

“At least it has a tracker now,” Torres adds, tapping on a mildly annoyed Sam’s shoulder and taking a seat beside him, “It was long overdue.”

“Yeah… That lead seemed legit, though… I don’t understand what’s happening here. It’s the third time this month.”

“Do you think we’re being played, Cap?” Torres asks.

Bucky shifts on his seat, keeping his gaze away from Sam.

“I don't know… but, hey, at least for today, the mission is over. You two wanna hang out at the compound? Katy and Shang-Chi are in town. There'll be burgers and karaoke. Don’t look at me like that.” Sam throws the whole bag of chocolate at Bucky, making him dodge it. “Everyone knows you turn into the Karaoke’s Sorcerers Supreme as soon as you get that bottle Thor has left in the cellar for you. God knows what that is.” 

“Fine, fine.” Bucky laughs, “I’ll be there,” he answers at the same time he grabs his phone to check the notification that has just popped up. He clears his throat, quickly erasing the text. “Gotta drop by somewhere else first, though.”

“Hmmm,” Sam teases, nudging Torres, who just holds back a laugh. “He’s been like that lately; All sneaky and blushy. It’s that cute waitress at Izzy, isn’t it? What’s her name again?”

“Miss None of your goddamn business,” Bucky shoots back with a mouthful of chocolate.

“Alright, man,” Sam laughs, lifting his arms in a peace sign, “As long as it’s not my sister, we’re good.”

~~~

 The elevator sends him straight to the presidential suite. He was already expected at the hotel. No questions were asked, and he was sent up right away, as usual, even though he’s never been there, in that specific hotel. It’s always a different place, after all.

But he’s always expected.

His heart races in anticipation as the ding of the opening doors rings. He takes in a deep breath before stepping into the suite. The doors close behind him. The lights are dim, but he can see how ridiculously luxurious the room is as his eyes roam around quickly, not detaining his look on anything in particular. He doesn’t care about any of that, and he knows she doesn’t either, even though she’s the one who’s always in charge of choosing the place. Sometimes they end up in fancy hotel rooms like that. Other times it’s a shitty one-room in the worst parts of the city. He never questions why she chooses the places she chooses, and frankly, he doesn’t care. All he cares about is where and when.

“You look like shit…” Her voice meets his senses before he sees her. He then spots her silhouette by the bar across the room, which he bets is loaded with the Irish whiskey she likes so much. She’s pouring some in one glass and then another when he starts stepping towards her. “Tough mission?” She asks in a taunting tone. In a tone that is all her when she wants to tease, especially him.

A tone that is all Sharon Carter.

He continues stepping closer, taking a better look at Sharon through the shades of the low lights.

His breath catches in his throat.

As she sips from her glass, she offers the other in her hand to him. She looks like a vision wearing an unbuttoned white oversized shirt over her black lingerie.  Barefoot on the carpet, the blond waves over her shoulders with a smirk on her lips.

“Huh…” His eyes rise to hers. His voice comes out raspy, breathless almost, “Yeah, I guess you can say that… tough mission.”

“Aww… poor thing.” She pouts, tilting her head, “C’mere, let me give you a hug.” She then places the glasses in her hands on the bar and opens her arms, waving him in.

Bucky ignores the mock behind her words as well as her smirk and steps closer, letting her circle her arms around his neck while he places his hand on each side of her bare waist under her open shirt. His eyes only leave hers when they flutter close at the feeling of the brush of her fingers on his neck, travelling to his jaw, cheeks, nose and then mouth. 

His lips open at their own will, and then the feel of her fingers is replaced by the light brush of her mouth on his. Just hovering… barely there…teasing… she’s always teasing...

That’s why Bucky relishes the way she gasps in surprise when his hands travel to her ass. Breathing heavily, she leans in and her tongue darts out to lick his neck as he grabs and strokes her flesh, feeling her firm buttocks under his hands and the warmth of her mouth on his skin. The space between her neck and shoulder is exposed to him… her adorable freckles there, the ones he’s been silently counting when she has her back to him, sleeping after a night like the one they’re about to have. He can’t help but graze his teeth over her shoulder.

“Bucky…”

The whisper of his name makes him turn and swiftly grab her lips in a demanding kiss.  Keeping his flesh hand on her ass, he pulls her to him with his metal one on her waist. She yelps and chuckles through the kiss but moans when he does that thing with his tongue that drives her wild.

In moments like this, when he has her warm and soft skin on his, when the taste of her lips dominates his senses and when she sounds so pretty because he’s touching her just the way she likes, nothing else matters. Not his or her past, not what she had to do and become to survive in a world that has treated her as an enemy while she watched others who’s done worse becoming heroes. Not that he’s been lying to his best friend, or that she used to be his other best friend’s girl. The old bastard.

Nothing else matters.  

He knows who she is. Or at least what people call her without knowing who’s behind the name. The Powerbroker. He doesn’t have proof and doesn’t know her reasons nor the truth behind it all. It’s just a feeling in his gut and a twist in his chest. They don’t talk about it. Not anymore. The one time he tried to confront her, he ended up with his head between her legs. The first time. Their first time. They haven’t stopped since.

He allows his hand to leave her ass to explore all of her body, her familiar curves, tiny little hairs rising under his touch. He wonders if he’ll ever get tired of feeling her that way. He doesn’t know when they did that, but they’re now both kneeling on the fluffy carpet, never breaking the touches on one another.

She’s the one who breaks the kiss, just when he had started pushing her shirt away from her shoulder to remove it. Her eyelids are heavy, just like her breathing, and she smiles almost innocently, lying down on the carpet before him. She has her hands over her bare stomach and her knees up, legs opening for him, and Bucky is sure she’s the most ethereal thing he’s ever laid eyes on.

In a daze, he runs the tip of his fingers up her calf and then up her thigh, noticing the whimper slipping from her lips. Following the path of his finger with his eyes, he brushes her covered pussy and reaches for the hem of her black underwear.

“Huh huh.” Her foot presses against his chest, stopping him, and he looks down at her, “Gentlemen first… be the good boy I know you are,” she whispers, breathing deeply after releasing her lower lip from her teeth and pulling the fabric of his t-shirt with her toes to show him what she wants.

And Bucky has still to deny her anything, so, like the good boy she likes him to be, he stands up. He starts by removing his jacket, movements deliberately slow and stare trained on her enticing figure, laying down before him, legs wide open and hands dancing around her bare stomach, staring back at him with sheer desire. His pants are tight against him.

When he throws the jacket on the floor and pulls his t-shirt up, exposing his upper body, she sighs, and her hands dance a little further down her belly. His gaze follows when she dips it below her underwear, and he starts unfastening his belt and zipper. His mouth is dry as she lets out a moan. He can see the movements of her fingers under the black fabric, and he can’t help but lick the palm of his flesh hand and wrap it around himself while, using his one free hand, he awkwardly resumes removing his clothes, desperately needing some kind of touch to ease his aching. Entranced by her, he kneels again after stepping out of his trousers.

“Bucky,” Her fingers speed up while her eyelids are heavy.  “C’mere…” She sighs as she pulls her hand from underneath her panties.

His heart hammers against his chest in a mysterious way when she says his name like that. He removes his hand from his aching cock to support himself, hovering on top of her with both hands on the floor, caging her body between his arms. When she brings her fingers to his mouth, he gladly accepts the offer, sucking them clean, his eyes fluttering close at the heaven of her taste.

He moves his lips to her neck when she pulls her hand and brings it between the two of them. A moan slips from his mouth to her skin, and she wraps her soft fingers around his cock. Panting, he nuzzles his forehead on her shoulder as she starts stroking him, ever so slowly. A sweet torture.   

“Hmm… So damn hard for me. What a good… good boy,” she whispers against his ear and Bucky whimpers, concentrating all his efforts not to come right there and then in her hand at her words and touch. “So damn pretty and hard for me.” She continues her chant of praises while Bucky pants and thrusts his hips against her hand, darting out his tongue to lick her neck before looking down to see her delicate hand around his cock. “I’ve been thinking about this all day.” She removes her hand from him and pulls the fabric of her underwear, covering her core, to the side.

Not wasting another minute, Bucky reaches down and aligns himself to her entrance. She’s so wet…completely soaked. And in a swift and rushed move, he’s completely inside her.   They both gasp, and their open mouths barely touch. Her hand now tightly fisted in his hair. He loves that part. When they’re both getting reacquainted with the sensation of one another. Her silky walls clenching around him, getting used to his size. Her body molding to his, the water gathering in the corner of her glazed eyes, the little droplets of sweat threatening to run down her forehead, the deep movement of her chest. Fuck… He loves this part, and of their own will, his hips start moving slow and gentle thrusts, savoring the warm and wet sensation of her.

But she’s having none of that.

The grasp on his hair tightens, pulling a hiss out of him while a fire runs down his skin. She grabs a handful of his ass with her other hand. “Fuck me hard, Barnes, like only you can.” She demands through gritted teeth.  

And if that’s what she wants, that's what she gets.

She cries out a curse, wrapping her legs and arms around him as his thrusts become deep, rough and fast. Just the way she likes it. He pulls the front of her bra down and ravishes her breasts, grabbing, sucking, licking, pinching, and biting the soft and hot flesh. She shows her appreciation through the incoherent noises coming out of her mouth, and he doesn’t hold back. The thought of leaving his mark on her skin makes him twitch and become even harder inside her. He speeds up his pace making her body jerk on the floor. He loves that she tightens her hold on his body, seeking a way to hold herself up.  

With a particularly deep thrust and his teeth on her shoulder, her legs start trembling, and with a loud chant of fucks, she comes all around him. She always finishes fast when he fucks her like that, but Bucky never gets tired of how her body responds to the pleasure he provides her. He leans back to watch her while he keeps the thrust of his hips through her orgasm. Her walls gripping him, hair sticking to her forehead, limbs shaking, face flushed, and the corner of her lips lifting into a blissful smile.

He's so fucked.

Bucky leans down, wanting nothing more than to kiss her, but she’s not done with him. Smirking and pushing his chest, she nudges him with her hips. He follows her lead, allowing her to change position, so he lays with his back on the floor while she straddles his hips. His cock had slipped out of her from the movement, but she doesn’t waste time putting him inside her again and starts riding him.

Bucky’s hand goes to her hips, but stays still; she’s the one controlling the rhythm and taking his breath away. In this position, he gets a better look at her, still with her shirt around her shoulders and her bra gathered underneath her bouncing tits. Wanting to see as much of her as he can, he rips her panties and shoves the tiny piece of fabric away, making her giggle like an angel while doing unspeakable and devilish things with her hips on him.

She looks stunning, riding his cock with fervor, shutting her eyes as she rolls her hips, adjusting herself on him, “Such a great dick… feels so good,” she whispers, eyes squeezed shut, it looks like she’s talking more to herself than to him, but even so, his cock twitches and her chest swells with pride at her praise and her sight.

A tiny gasp from her tells him she’s found her favorite position, the one that allows him to reach that spot of hers, and he thrusts up harder and faster, matching the sway of her hips. All he wants is to give it to her. In these stolen moments between them, she can use his body, his whole self, in every way she wants and needs.

Digging her hands on his pecks, she leans down, rubbing herself on his pelvis, his stomach, wherever she can reach, frantically seeking another release. When he brings his metal fingers to her clit, longing to help her in her mission, she places her hand on top of his, using her fingers to guide his movements and pressure, moaning deeply, when they find the right pace together.  

If Bucky has learned anything in those times they spend together, it’s that Sharon Carter is not one to shy away from taking control of her own pleasure, and he’s more than happy to help her in that task in any way she needs him to. In all honesty, he’s never met anyone like her in bed, and he’s not sure if it has something to do with women’s attitude towards sex nowadays or if it’s something inherently hers. He wouldn’t know.

All he knows right now is that his body is on flames for her and she’s close. He feels it coming in the way her pace falters and how her pussy clenches fast against him. She guides his finger to flick her clit in a certain way, and that’s it. Her whole body trembles with her second orgasm, her lips take the form of a silent cry, and then that delicious smile of hers curls up.

Still rolling her hips against his, but in a much more languid way, she looks down at him while locks of her hair fall down her face. Her smile widens, and then she speeds up her pace again. Bucky could spend his life watching and feeling her like this, but she has had her way already. Twice.

Now she’s gonna give him his way.

With both hands on the sides of her waist, he forces her to slow down right before he sits up, curling his metal arm around her to keep the connection of their bodies. She doesn’t protest the change of positions, wrapping her arms around his neck and lifting her knees.  He has her so close to him. He keeps the sway of his hips slow, feeling her around him while their panting mouths brush against each other until she closes the little distance between them and kisses him. Slowly, sweetly, savoring him, clouding his mind and filling up his chest with that now familiar feeling that pours inside him every time he’s with her.

The atmosphere in the room shifts from pure lust to something more. He has had her in many ways up till that time, and he loves every one of them, but there’s something about having her like this, so close, her whole body around his, that makes his heart clench in a painful and wonderful way. He hasn’t been guiding her hips anymore, she’s moving and rocking herself against him in the way he likes, slowly and softly. She parts from his lips to pepper sweet little kisses on his cheeks, eyes, nose, his whole face...

Breathless, speechless, lost in her, his hand goes to the back of her neck, and he guides their foreheads to rest together, eyes focused on each other. She moans, and he can feel her fluttering around his cock. 

“Bucky…” a low whisper comes out of her lips as her eyes shut. She wraps her feet behind his back, “Baby…”

That’s what does it for him. Her soft voice calling him baby in such a sweet manner for the first time with his cock buried deep inside her. His hips stutter and then freeze while the intense pleasure and warmth runs up his body, head to toe, and he holds her tight against him, spilling his climax inside her, a series of strangle moans coming out of him.

She doesn’t make any move to leave his embrace right away, and they stay there, holding each other, cheek to cheek, panting lungs and fervent skin. When their breaths ease down, Bucky moves to lie back on the floor, taking her with him.

After a few more minutes of laying on top of him, she props her hand on the floor for support and leans back, peeling herself off of him and dropping her body on the carpet beside him. He looks at her, and she looks at him. At her sight, completely spent and in a daze, but with a smile forming on her lips, Bucky’s heart seems it’s going to flee of his chest, and his smile mirrors hers. 

In silence, his gaze follows her when she then stands up, heading to the bathroom, coming back just for a second to throw him a warm and wet hand towel so he can clean himself up. He does that, and his eyes follow her back to the bathroom again until they flutter close. At some point, he’ll have to do something about these feelings creating turmoil inside him… for her… just for her. But for now, he allows his mind and whole body to relax, savoring the sensation of just having had her.

He doesn’t know how much time passes until his eyes open again. She’s back, laying beside him on the floor, refreshed and dressed in a gray nightshirt he’s already seen in her, the one written “Let’s taco about it” with an image of a taco instead of the word in the phrase. He holds back a smile and extends his arm so she can get cozy. That she does, wrapping her arm around his waist, resting her head on his chest and folding a leg on top of his.

Damn him for feeling so safe when she cuddles him like that. It’s not something she does all the time, and Bucky can’t help but feel there’s something different about her tonight. She’s not easy to figure out, not at all. But little by little, he’s been starting to get her. A little thought pops into his mind: the more he understands Sharon, the less he understands him…

Steve.

How could he have done what he did? How could he have left her like that? He knows there was something between them. She never says anything. She doesn’t even say his name out loud, at least not to him, Bucky. But he remembers Steve talking about her the times they saw each other in Wakanda. He knows that Steve and Sharon used to meet whenever they could while on the run. Steve talked about her with enthusiasm and a gleam in his eyes that he had never seen him talking about anyone before. She was important to Steven, he knew that much. That’s why he doesn’t understand why his friend never asked her to follow him after Vienna and why he did what he did when he put the stones back. He has to hold back from asking the few times he gets to see him, but he won’t talk about her with him. He wouldn’t dare.

He looks down at Sharon, snuggled into him, and his fingers navigate on their own to play with her hair, bringing out a satisfied sigh from her. Sometimes he wants her to open up to him, maybe they could find a way…

But something has broken inside her. He knows because he’s broken too. If only she would let him in the same way he craves and is ready to let her in…

“How’s Sam?” Her sweet voice takes him out of his reverie.

He scoffs, “You didn’t have to do that with his shield that time, you know that, right?” It slips out of his lips before his mind gets a chance to stop him. He doesn’t stop playing with her hair but holds his breath.

To his absolute surprise, she giggles, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Her tone is playful.  

Bucky lets out his breath. Yes, there’s definitely something different about her tonight. Something that brings a touch of bravery inside him, just enough for him to keep going further, testing the waters.

“Sharon…” he whispers, while his fingers slide from her hair to caress her arm, the one she’s keeping wrapped around him.

“Hmm…”

He takes in a breath, “One of these days, we… or someone else… will end up catching you.”

He feels it. The way her body tenses up… and he holds her tight, his thumb drawing circles on her forearm. It seems to do the trick as she relaxes against him again.

Silence settles in the hotel room, and Bucky has already given up getting a comeback from her, when barely a whisper comes out of her lips. “One of these days, I might just let you.”

His chest tightens. He had no idea what to expect from his attempt to make her talk about that. It’s the first time she’s come close to acknowledging it, and as much as he’s afraid of what may come next, he doesn’t wanna screw up that opportunity.  

“Talk to me…”

He feels the shift in her demeanor right away, as her body stiffens again and her breathing halts for a second.

She swiftly slips away from his arms and sits up, her back to him as she speaks, “You should go.”

He immediately sits up behind her, placing a hand on her shoulder, “Sharon, come on… it’s not too late. We can still-”

“You should go.” Her tone is harder as she flinches away from his touch, unaware of the pain she inflicts on his chest. “Sam’s waiting for you with hamburgers and karaoke at the compound.”

He sighs, letting his head fall. Of course, she knows about that.

“Sharon…”

“Just fucking go, Barnes.” She looks back at him, a harsh look on her face. One that he has never seen directed at him before. Not even when they first saw each other again in Madripoor after so long. 

He takes one last glance at her back before standing up and gathering his clothes from the floor to go change in the bathroom. He knows this battle is lost.

When he comes back to the room, fully dressed, she’s gotten up from the floor and is now laying on the California king-size bed. A blanket covering her body. Her back still to him.

He walks to the side of the bed and stands there for a moment facing her back, waiting for something, anything, some kind of sign, maybe….

She doesn’t turn or talk to him. He lets out a sigh, “Ok, then. Bye, Sharon,” he says, almost a whisper, before starting to walk towards the door.

“Bucky?”

He halts and turns immediately to the sound of her voice.

She’s sitting on the bed now, looking at him. The expression on her face just as vulnerable as the sound of her voice calling his name. Her eyes, red-rimmed. Bucky knows he’s the one at fault for making her feel that way, and he hates that. But also, it’s the most of her she has ever shown to him. Her truth. There’s a plea on her face, a question that doesn’t reach her parted lips.

But she doesn’t have to say anything. Not to him.

In two long strides, he’s close to her again. He pulls out his shoes and climbs on the bed beside her.  As he does so, she lays back on the mattress again, putting her hand on top of his when he pulls her to him with an arm around her waist, molding her back to his chest. 

He holds her tight, nuzzling his nose in her hair before placing a kiss on the back of her neck, hoping that somehow that gives her an answer to her silent question, praying that she believes him.

Yes, he will stay.

No matter what.

The end. 

[eddienbird]

Part 1 - The Return of Eddie Munson

Eddie & Bird [Photo] Part 2

Dustin plopped himself on his bed, exhaling into a groan as he finally felt every one of his injuries he received during the past few weeks. He sucked his teeth as he rubbed his sprained ankle. Dustin rolled over to grab his walkie and placed it right next to him on his pillow.

“Suzie, do you copy?” he said unenthusiastically.

“Dusty! Oh, how I missed your voice” Suzie giggled. “How’s everyone holding up out there?”

“We’re all doing our best. It’s still depressing as shit, with the whole town falling apart… and Eddie…” Dustin’s voice trailed off as he thought about Eddie.

As much as he idolized and admired Eddie for his sacrifice, Dustin’s feelings were accompanied by anger and sadness. Why did Eddie choose to be so stupid in heroism? Why didn’t he just stick to the plan and protect himself from Vecna’s minions? The thought of Dustin never seeing the mop-headed friend anymore killed a part of him. He felt tears building up in his eyes.

“I’m so sorry Dusty… it must be so hard being a big hero,” Suzie cooed

“Thanks, Suz” Dustin wanted to rant about so much more, but he knew that Suzie didn’t need to be roped even more into this chaos. “Listen, I’m actually kind of tired now, so talk to you later?”

“Okay, till next time Dusty Bun. Love you,” She chirped.

“Love you, Suzie,”

Dustin slammed down the antenna on his walkie and let out a sigh. He let his eyelids fall for a moment, on his way to being taken over by a deep nap. Right as he was about to fall, he was snapped out of it by a light knocking at his window. His eyes shot over to it, seeing a dirt-covered hand adorned with silver rings. Dustin sprung up and quickly stumbled over to open the window. He looked down to see a heavily injured Eddie Munson. 

“Hey Henderson,” Eddie panted. Dustin with eyes wide, grabbed him by the jacket and used the very last of his energy to pull him into his room

“What. The. Fuck… Eddie…” Dustin spat.

Dustin froze for a moment. He examined Eddie from head to toe and thought to himself that he looked awful. Eddie’s hair resembled a drowned rat rather than his usual bouncy curls. He had scratches and bite marks all over his face and neck. His abdomen was wrapped in the old sheets they had used to get through the gate in his trailer. All of his clothes were soaked in blood and his jacket had been torn through so badly, that it looked like one more loose thread would make it fall into pieces.

“It’s good to see you again,” Eddie smirked while catching his breath.

“W-what, h-how… I saw you-“

“I liiiived! I survived! Your favorite DM is back and better than ever,” Eddie chuckled before he fell back onto Dustin’s bed

Dustin stopped worrying for a moment and just smiled at him. He was beyond relieved and excited to have Eddie back. He felt so much pride for him that he was badass enough to fight on his own against the Demobats. But once that feeling subsided, he started to silently freak out once again.

“Eddie… What are we going to do? I literally just told your uncle, Wayne you died,” Dustin grabbed onto his hat in distress. “A-and what do I tell the others? They’re going to lose it!”

“I don’t know, Kid. I didn’t know I was going to make it this far,” Eddie spoke softly, avoiding eye contact. Even though he was relieved to finally be reunited with one of his dedicated Hellfire members, he knew better than to get comfortable. He was still a wanted man running from police and those basketball jock assholes. 

Dustin paused and then said “I need to go talk to Steve. Maybe he’ll know what to do,” he shuffled around to get his backpack and walkie. “You, stay here. Don’t leave and don’t make noise,” Eddie wanted to ask him more questions, but before he could speak, Dustin rushed out of his room, slamming the door behind him.

“Dusty? Everything okay?” Mrs. Henderson called from the kitchen

“Yeah Mom, I gotta go help with a volunteering thing, be back later!” Dustin yelled as he got through the door.

“Please be safe!” she called out after him.

Dustin grabbed his bike from the garage and sped off to Family Video.

~

The front door chimed as Dustin stepped inside the VHS store. He was greeted by both Robin and Steve working at the checkout desk.

“Steve’s baby is here!” Robin exclaimed. “How ya holding up, bud?” Steve hopped over the desk and made his way over to Dustin.

“Hey, hey Henderson. Everything alright?” Steve was always happy to see Dustin, but after all the recent events, he had an odd feeling that there was something off. Robin stayed behind the desk organizing paperwork. Keeping her eyes on the desk, Robin said.

“It’s kinda nice for you to pay us a visit, the store’s been dead all day because duh who wants to rent movies while the world’s falling apart-”

“Eddie’s alive.” Dustin interrupted Robin.

The three stood in silence for a moment. Their minds raced about how this was even possible. Dustin was in tears when he told them about how Eddie ran back to fight Vecna’s bats all by himself. He sadly confessed to Steve that he felt deep guilt for not even trying to carry Eddie’s body through the gate.

“Wait hold on, how? I mean how did he even get back from the Upside Down?” Steve put his hands on his hips, giving Dustin a skeptical look.

“I have no idea, I ran down here as soon as I found him… well it was more like he found me, but whatever! Point is, we need a plan on how to help him. He might need medical attention and more importantly, he needs a place to hide,” Dustin spat in a panic.

“Where is he right now?” Steve asked.

“He’s laying low in my room, but I know he can’t stay there. Mom will find him eventually,” Dustin’s eyes bounced back and forth from Steve to Robin. Steve scratched the back of his head nervously. Suddenly Robin’s eyes lit up.

“I know somewhere we can hide him!” Robin chimed.

[demons2003]

My Boys (Chapter 41)

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Steve drives back to the mall as fast as the car would take us. "Drive faster!" Robin yells at him. "I'm going as fast as I can!" Steve yells back at her. I reach over and place my hand over one of his. "We need to be smart about this. Don't do anything stupid," I snap at the two of them. "No need to get there and be a part of the problem," I tell them. Steve nods at me and I look at Robin to find her also nodding. "How the hell have you two done this twice already?" Robin asks us both. I laugh a little and say, "I have no clue." I feel the car start speeding up more and look over at Steve. He looks intently at the road with a small smirk. I smirk until I notice what's happening at the front of the mall. "Steve," I warn, watching as Nancy shoots at Billy's car coming towards Nancy and Jonathan's car which probably had the kids. "Why aren't they going!?" Robin yells at us. "I don't know!" Steve yells back and aims his car for Billy's. "Steve, Hurry," I tell him and grab onto the seat. I turn back to Robin and tell her, "Grab onto something." She looks confused at me but grabs onto her seat anyway.

I watch as Nancy ducks next to Jonathan's car and the next thing I know we've made impact with Billy's car. "Shit," I yell as we get thrown around a little bit. We spin in a circle and look forward panting a little. "That was so cool," I whisper to myself and laugh a little. I notice Nancy looking over at us and look over at Steve to find him looking at her as well. Maybe he isn't completely over her. "Are you both okay?" Steve asks us out of breath. I nod while Robin asks in reply, "Ask me tomorrow?" We hear screeching and look up to the mall. "Oh shit," Robin whispers as we all stand up while still in the car. Another car horn starts honking at us and screeches while stopping next to us. "Get in!" Nancy yells at us. I make sure Robin jumps out first and follow after her. The three of us squish into the boot of the car, Steve yelling, "Go, go, go," over and over before Jonathan speeds off.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit," I whisper over and over again, squeezing Steve's hand in mine. Steve brushes his thumb over the back of my hand and we watch as the monster chases after us. "Dusty-bun, you copy?" A female voice asks over the walkie. We all look over to it as Dustin says, "I copy, Suzie-poo. It sounds much better now, thanks." "Suzie," Robin, Steve and I say at the same time. "Okay, so, listen, do you know Planck's constant?" Dustin asks who we believe to be Suzie. "Do you know the Earth orbits the sun?" Suzie asks him back. "Okay, so I know it starts with two sixes and then a... W-what is it?" Dustin continues to ask. "Okay, let me just be clear on this. I haven't heard from you in a week, and now you want a mathematical equation that you should know so you can... save the world?" Suzie asks Dustin. "Ooooo, he's in trouble," I whisper to Robin. She laughs with me as Dustin tells Suzie, "Suzie-poo, I promise, I will make it up to you as soon as possible." Dustin tries to compromise. "You can make it up to me now," Suzie tells him. "What?" Dustin asks. "I want to hear it," Suzie tells him. "Not right now," Dustin tells her.  "Yes, now, Dusty-bun," Suzie tells him. "Suzie-poo, this is urgent." Dustin tries to convince Suzie but she just snaps, "Yes, yes, you're saving the world, I heard you the first time, but Ged is also saving Earthsea and he's about to confront the shadow, so this is Suzie, signing off." "Wait, wait, wait! Okay. Okay. Okay." Dustin panics. "What the hell does he have to do?" Robin asks Steve and I. We both look at each other before we shrug. The next thing we know, Dustin is singing Never Ending Story with Suzie. Steve, Robin and I look at each other very confused while they sing.

"Planck's constant is 6.62607004," Suzie says after they finish singing. "You just saved the world," Dustin tells her, probably with his big dopy grin on. "Gosh, I miss you, Dusty-bun," Suzie says. "And I miss you more, Suzie-poo," Dustin tells her. "I miss you more, multiplied by all the stars in our galaxy," Suzie says. "No, I miss you..." Dustin starts but it cuts out. "God that was so gross," I whisper and collapse in Steve's arms. He laughs and brushes his hand through my hair. "Don't relax too much just yet. That thing is still chasing us." I tense and look out the back window. "Dam it, why'd you have to remind me," I whine to him. As the words leave my mouth the thing turns back around. "It's turning around!" Steve yells to Nancy and Jonathan. "What?" Nancy asks as she turns back to us. She glares a little at the way I am in Steve's arms while Steve yells, "It's turning around." "Maybe we wore it out," Lucas states. "I don't this so. Hold on," Jonathan says and turns the car around quickly and harshly. I get thrown across the boot and land on Robin causing her to let out a scream. I groan and get off of Robin. "Sorry Robs," I whisper to her and get back into Steve's lap. "Give us a better warning next time!" I yell at Jonathan. He laughs at me and shakes his head. "Sorry about the N/n. Maybe next time," He sarcastically tells me.

Jonathan continues to drive past the monster as fast as he could make the car go and we somehow make it back to the mall before it does. We all jump out of the car and run inside. "Ok, everyone go to the second floor and grab some fireworks. Here are a few lighters. When it gets in, fire away." Everyone nods at me, Nancy giving me a stink eye and we run to where I said we should go. We get to the fireworks store and notice that it's locked. "What do we do now Y/n?" Nancy asks, giving me so much attitude. I look around and remember the random bobby pins in my pocket. I run over to the lock, grab the bobby pins from my pocket and start to pick the lock. "Why do you know how to pick a lock?" Nancy questions me. I shrug and try to ignore the pain shooting through my heart. "Lots of forgotten keys," I whisper as the lock clicks. I smile and lift up the door. "Hurry," I snap and we all kick into action and grab lots of fireworks. Lucas and Will run to the right side while Jonathan and Nancy run to the other. Steve, Robin and I stay together and go on a different side from the other two groups. "Now we wait," Robin whispers. I nod to her and hold the lighter in my hand, ready to light the firework in my hand.

We watch as Billy carries El and lays her down on the ground. "It's close," I whisper to Steve and Robin, feeling panic that El in is danger and when are sitting and waiting for it to come. They nod slightly as the creature climbs in through the hole in the roof. Will and Lucas throw their fireworks at the thing and Nancy and Jonathan throw theirs after a few more seconds. I light our fireworks as soon as Lucas and Will through their ones. "Hey asshole! Over here!" Steve yells before chucking his lit firework at the thing. Robin and I throw our fireworks right after. We bend down and grab some more and we all continue to throw the fireworks at the creature. "This is so stupid!" Robin yells to us. I laugh and yell back, "Yes, it is! But it's working!" I yell back at her and throw another firework. I grab the last one and look up worried at Steve. He grabs onto the walkie and yells, "Dustin! We're out of time!" I throw the firework and look around in case there is more we missed. "There's no more!" I yell to Robin and Steve. They look over at me before we all look back at the creature. "What do we do?" Robin asks us. We walk over to the railing and I say, "There isn't anything to do but watch."

Everyone else has also stopped the fireworks and the creature is now able to focus on El and Billy. As it crawls towards them I notice Max and Mike come into sight from the back. Billy stands in front of El protectively and stares down at the creature. "Oh no," I whisper as the creature roars at him. An arm or something comes out of its mouth and Billy stops it from getting to El. "No!" I hear Billy yell, pushing back against the creature. He continues to push the monster away from El and yell. More arms come out of the creature and start to attach themselves onto Billy's body. He screams in pain from the impact but continues to push the creature away. More arms attach to his chest and the first one pulls away. "Omg," I yell and cover my mouth with my hands. Steve wraps an arm around my body and pushes me closer to him. Billy screams in pain when the arm from its mouth shoots out again and attaches itself to the centre of his chest, cutting off all of his screamings. "Billy!" I hear Max scream. "Oh no Max!" I panic and try to run down to her. Steve pulls me back and says, "Calm down. We can't help her yet. There's nothing we can do." I try to get out of Steve's arms but he's stronger. Robin comes into my view and whispers, "We'll help her. Just can't yet." I stop fighting and nod sadly, looking back down at the scene in front of me.

Billy's lying on the floor motionless, the creature starting to move towards El again. It pulls back from her and screeches, moving around the area franticly. It moves over to where we are, causing Steve to quickly pull me and Robina away from the railing. There's a loud thud and I try to get out of Steve's arms. We run over to the edge and look down to see the creature laying flat on the floor. Mike runs over to El and wraps her in his arms while Max walks slowly over to Billy. She leans over Billy and I notice Billy mouthing something but I can't hear from here. "I need to get down there," I whisper, watching as Max starts to shake Billy. Steve nods at me and we start to run down to Max, Billy, El and Mike.

"Max!" I yell as we round the corner. I look over to the girl to find her curled up in El's arms. I slide over to them both and wrap my arms around them both, blocking Max's view from Billy. "It's ok, it's ok," I whisper to them both, brushing both hands through each girl's hair. "He's gone," Max sobs. I look down sadly at her and whisper, "I know Sweety, it's ok, we'll get through this." The next thing I know someone is trying to pull me up. "No!" I scream and hold tighter to both girls. They tighten their grasp on me while the other person lets go. "Y/n, we need to get out of here," Steve whispers next to me. I look up at him and find people I don't know all around us, Billy's body already being taken out. I nod and turn back to the girls. "Come on, we need to get out of here," I whisper to them, brushing my hands through the hair again. They both nod and El and I keep our hold on Max while we get escorted out of the building.

I leave El and Max in an ambulance before I get pulled over to one next to Steve. "You ok there Y/n?" Steve questions from his spot. I laugh a little and say, "My head hurts a little but otherwise I'm good. You feeling ok?" He smiles over at me and nods. He flinches as the paramedic touches his head and I laugh at him before focusing back on the paramedic in front of me.

[timandlucy]

(i'm not telling you on anon because i want you to know it's me) suz! i truly think that you're just such a cool person. i love talking to you about anything and you have such a warm presence. i'm so glad that the nancy drew fandom brought you into my life!

caitlyn! i feel the same way! I love yelling at you when you break my heart with your beautiful gifs and talking to you and having the same brain!

thank you so much for this, and I couldn't be happier either that I wandered into the fandom that finale night and met you!

anonymously tell me your honest opinion about me

[robotlearnstolove]

2023-04-18

Pool Day

Suzanna took a deep breath and, with several tiny steps, brought her toes over the edge of the pool. She shivered as she looked into the pale blue depth ahead of her. She was already cold standing still in her bathing suit, damp from rinsing off in the shower but she knew from experience that the pool water was going to feel colder. At least, it would at first.

“Let’s go, Suz!” called Amara who was already treading water in the middle of the deep end. They had known one another for nearly their entire lives and Suzanna was always amazed at how naturally swimming came to her.

“I believe in you!” yelled Elvis. He was still technically in the shallow end but, from the way his head was teetering back and forth, she could tell he was only just managing to keep his head above the water. He wasn’t bad but, of the three of them, he was the worst swimmer.

Without taking any more time to think about it, Suzanna bent her knees, closed and swung back her arms. She launched herself forward. There was a delay—just a second and a half really—during which all she could feel was the air rushing past her. As she moved over the water, she took in a breath and held it. Then, seemingly all at once, she was completely under water. The chlorine stung the insides of her nostrils. The pool water felt just as cold to her as she had expected but, as always, her body quickly numbed to the feeling.

For a brief moment, she just let herself fall into the water. It wasn’t that deep and her feet quickly met the bottom. She felt the shape of the little blue tiles gently press into her soles and she bent her knees until her bottom also touched the floor.

[space-mouse]

depending how much sodium, potassium, and/or calcium is available, you can get different feldspars! labradorite is my favorite.

remember: stay OUT of the miscibility gap.

there are NO FELDSPARS in the gap. you can't fit that much calcium and potassium in one feldspar. it's not done.

[bitch-ass-aliens]

ISOBEL DIGGING UP SOMETHING ON JONES IN AN EPISODE CALLING KILLING ME SOFTY WITH HIS SONG !

[bricksformycastle]

Appreciation post for the comments under Billboard’s article about the LWYMMD music video crushing the 24 hour record...

which one of y’all is actually Suz?! 

[ghost-party]

I’m- I know I already screamed at you about “into your open arms” but I finally gathered my brain cells to yell at you again??? Because??? Holy???

The way you reconcile the feelings of both men, zeke in particular, the details of his memories and the past and their effect on him now, the tension between erwin’s feelings in the past and in this life and choosing Levi….the detail, the tie moment and the banter, the way you spun the whole narrative, that tasteful smut OH MY GOD I CANNOT STOP SCREAMING

I reread it for probbaly the 30th time and still cannot make it through the whole fic without a break to throw my phone across the room or to suppress a scream by biting my fist?? I’m just???? In awe of your story telling skills and ability to make two completely opposite men fall in love with not only reader but eachother?? I’m so done I’m just wow.

I didn’t realize I was going to happy cry first thing in the morning, but WHOOPS, here we are. 😭

This fic started out as something self-indulgent that I thought would just be for me. Because of that, I think I feel closer to it than some of the other things I’ve written.

Hearing that you enjoyed it so much means a lot. And that you had those kinds of reactions, and have read it again and again… I’m really touched that something I wrote did that.

Thanks for taking the time to write this, Suz. ❤️

[therealvalkyrie]

I WANT IN ON DRABBLES!!

Ok ok haikyuu, with our fav Suga....as a teaching assistant in uni sharing an office with reader?? And in between marking papers oops someone catches feelings

Is that too specific? Or not enough? If so pls come yell at me! 💕

SUZ!!! This is brilliant, your brain is so wrinkly wowowow and the perfect amount of specificity:) I hope you enjoy, because this was really so much fun to spend my morning writing!!

Pairing/setting: Sugawara Koshi x Reader, college!AU

Warnings: fluff, kissing

Word Count: 738

come send me a request for my drabble sprint event!

Sugawara Koshi is not someone who suffers fools lightly, you’d come to notice. Don’t get it twisted, he’s polite and professional whenever someone comes to office hours and asks a shockingly dumb question. He’s infinitely patient as he sits them down to walk through the answer, ignoring your snicker-turned-unsubtle-cough from across the shared office space. But a few minutes later, when the student leaves the TA’s office and the door clicks shut behind them, le leans back in his rolling chair and groans dramatically.

“God, do any of them know how to use Google?” he complains, spinning to look at you imploringly.

“Apparently not,” you laugh, twirling your red grading pen in dexterous fingers. You miss the way his eyes flick from your face to your hand and back.

He sighs, pushing on his thighs to stand up. “I deserve a coffee. You want anything?”

“No, thanks, Suga,” you reply, spinning around to face your desk. “I’ve only got a few more tests to grade, anyway.”

“Alright, suit yourself.”

Suga doesn’t let you pay for food in his presence, you’ve noticed. When you go together to get lunch from the cafe near the student center, he’s handing his card to the cashier and adding his order to yours before you can say anything.

“Suga, you don’t have to--”

“Of course I do. You keep me sane, it’s the least I can do.” He grins down at you, huge and charming, and you can’t find it in you to protest further.

The cashier barely hides a smile as she says, pointing to the pick-up counter, “Your order will be ready just over there in a few minutes.”

“Thank you,” you both say.

If you notice his hand hovering over the small of your back as you find a table to wait at, you don’t say anything.

Suga always walks you back to your apartment if it’s after dark when you finish work. He insists it’s not a bother, even though it’s at least a fifteen minute detour from his normal route home.

“I’d feel awful if something happened and I could’ve stopped it,” he says seriously, a crease forming between his eyebrows.

“What about you?” you ask, locking the TA office door behind you.

“I’m a fast runner,” he quips, grinning as he fixes the collar of his jacket.

You roll your eyes. “Okay, Mr. Volleyball, whatever you say. Don’t come crying to me when they find you dead in a gutter.”

Nonetheless, you let him walk you to your apartment building and call him as he walks home to return the favor.

Suga makes your heart stutter, you notice, when he drapes an arm over the back of the couch behind your shoulders. He tips his head back, laughing at Tsukki’s dry joke you hadn’t quite caught. You take as ip of your drink and glance around the group spread around Daichi’s living room, a content smile playing on your lips.

It’s nice to get to know Suga’s friends past their occasional visits to the office. He’s so comfortable with them, and it makes you want to slot yourself into their dynamic, carve yourself a place in his life and settle in for the long haul. You can’t pinpoint when that desire had entered your mind -- somewhere between long hours in amiable silence in your shared office and finding excuses to spend time together outside of work, you suppose.

Asahi catches you alone in the kitchen fetching a glass of water and greets you softly, opening a cupboard to get snacks.

“He really likes you, you know,” he comments casually while pouring pretzels into a plastic bowl.

You look up from the sink to catch him giving you a warm look.

“He does?” It’s embarrassingly hopeful, and your cheeks go warm as he chuckles.

“Yep. He likes you a lot.”

Suga’s lips taste like peppermint chapstick, you notice, when you pull him in to kiss you under the awning to your apartment building. He gasps against your lips, his hand coming up to grasp the hem of your shirt.

He sighs your name against your cheek, his nose nudging yours, his eyes searching.

“Are you sure…”

“Yes,” you breathe, winding hands around his neck to keep him close. “Kiss me again.”

You feel, rather than see, him smile before dipping his lips to yours again.

Suga’s hair is softer between your fingertips than you’d ever imagined, you notice.

[justreadingfics]

Looking For a Heartbeat - (26- Final Chapter)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader

Series Summary: You and Bucky used to be in a relationship. Feelings were hurt, you left. It’s been two years and you’re back. You both will handle the reunion well, won’t you?

Word Count: ~4.5k

Warnings for this chapter: sugary sweet fluff all the way, happy endings clichés because author loves them and couldn’t help it.  

A/N:  I need to thank @lesqui, @nedthegay and @suz-123 who on different times of the process of writing this long ass fic helped me by reading it and beta-ing for me. This is it, the final one. It almost feels like an epilogue, tbh. It’s been a long journey and as much as I’m happy with the end, it’s also pretty much bittersweet for me. I can’t express how important it was to read every comment reblog, messages and asks, to see the likes and reblogs, the yelling, the love, the laughs and loving words. There’s been so much love I can’t really deal with that, lol. Seriously, thank you. I hope the ending is satisfying, but I know there’ve been different expectations for this story. This is how I always imagined the ending, I hope you like fluff. More A/N at the end.

Masterlist link on my description.  

  The repeating sound of the pen hitting against the notebook is something you’ve grown used to and, as unexpected as it can be, it turns out to be kind of relaxing for you.

But not to the man beside you.

You glance to your left on the couch and see his leg bouncing. The drop of sweat running down his forehead is also evident as his arms are kept crossed in front of him. Bucky is obviously nervous and Heloise being so quiet while staring at him from under her glasses with an unreadable expression for so long certainly isn’t helping.

It was your idea to start couple's therapy with her and now it’s your first session together. Heloise has been helping you so much throughout this time and, as sure as you and Bucky are of how you both feel for each other and what you want from the relationship, it felt right to seek some professional support to help you find the right pace.  Even with her peculiar ways – which you’ve particularly fond of by now- you know she’s the right one to help you.

Heloise clears her throat. The exaggerated loud sound cuts through the silence and makes Bucky flinch beside you. Her eyes finally advert from him to you while she points her pen at him, “Now I can tell why that other doctor went bananas for this one,” she deadpans.

Bucky chokes on absolutely nothing and you can’t help but smirk, “You should see him shirtless.” You wink at her, ignoring when Bucky gasps even harder than the first time and snaps incredulous big eyes at you.

Heloise’s shoulders move as she chuckles and writes something down on her notebook. Bucky cocks an outraged eyebrow at you. With a smile on your lips, you shake your head dismissively and give him a reassuring squeeze on the knee. He still seems unconvinced, though, eyes narrowing suspiciously at you. He’ll get used to her eventually.

Heloise claps her hands, grasping your attention, “Alright, let’s make this relationship last. Spill all the juice.”  

~~~

5 YEARS LATER

The giggles are loud enough for you to hear from outside the front door of your apartment. Her giggles, to be specific. The smile comes out easily on your lips just to the sweet sound of it.

You take in a deep breath before twisting the knob. As soon as you walk into your apartment, the voices become clearer.

“Don’t lie to me, daddy.”

“That’s all true, I’m telling you, if Uncle Steve see a little tiny spider he’ll be quaking in his boots, my Sun.” Bucky’s voice is soft an amused coming from the kitchen.

Summer’s sweet laughter comes shortly after as they continue the conversation.

Wanting nothing but to hold them tightly before you get to tell them the big news, you drop your bag to the floor by the door and whistle the four tunes the three of you have come up with and that belong to you only. A way to recognize each other without needing any words.  

They’re quiet right before you hear a chair scratching against the floor and tiny bare feet running to you.

“Mommy, mommy, mommy.” The little ball of energy rushes into the living room and lashes herself to your legs.  

You’ve been on a mission for days now and you were only supposed to comeback on Sunday, but it’s one day before and your presence here is a surprise for her. A pleasant one, you can see.

“Hello, my little sun,” You laugh, reaching down to pick her up. She’s much heavier now at the age of 6 than she was as a baby, but you still love to take her in your arms just as much as you used to, especially after so many days away from her, depending solely on video calls whenever you had a little time to see her, “I missed you so much,” You lean back and take a good look at her, seeing how much she’s grown to look just like you – except from the eyes, which is all Bucky - and attack her little face with kisses as she squirms and giggles, wrapping her arms around your neck.

“Me too.” She pops a long kiss on your cheek back as you step to the couch and sit down, keeping her on your lap, “Daddy’s making cupcakes, I know it’s almost lunchtime and he said he wasn’t gonna but then I told him I really, really, really wanted to eat his cupcakes because they are so good and better than the ones at the bakery, and then he decided it was ok, and then he made a lot of chocolate, vanilla with chocolate chips, blueberry, strawberry-”

As she continues her childish rambling, your eyes travel to behind her shoulder and meet the sight which will never cease to take your breath away. You take in a shuddering sigh as Bucky leans his side to the doorframe, arms crossed in front of him, watching you and Summer with that look in his eyes. That look that comes with a small smile and makes you very much aware of your thundering heartbeats and tells you how big his love for you and your daughter is.

Over grey shirt and sweatpants, he’s wearing his black apron, the one which Summer gave to him at Father’s day, after using her fingers to write “Super Dad” with white paint and he never takes it off when he’s in the kitchen.

You smile as he leans away from the doorframe and walks towards you. Without breaking his gaze from your, not even once, he sits beside you and pulls your chin for a kiss. You sigh through the soft and longed touch of his lips.

“Ugh, daddy, I was talking to mommy,” Summer puts her little hands on both your cheeks and pulls your faces apart from each other, making you both chuckle a the imposed separation.

“Sorry, honey.” He fumbles with her hair, “But daddy missed mommy very much.”

“It’s ok,” She forgives with her signature sweet smile, “I missed her, too.” She leans forward and lets her head rest on your chest, hugging you with a strength she should possess.

“Aw, I missed my two little suns so much,” You hug her back just as tightly and props a kiss on Bucky’s cheek.  

Bucky hums and keeps running his hand through Summer hair as talks again, “Not that I’m not happy with the surprise, but weren’t you supposed to be back tomorrow? How was the mission? Is everything ok?”

“Yes… I think it is,” You gulp, swallowing down the words that are desperate to come out but you still have no idea how to say them.

He frowns at you, not pleased with the answer, but visibly doesn’t want to start an inquiry in front of Summer.

“Did you fight a lot of bad guys, mommy?” She asks, not moving away from the spot where she’s nuzzled into you.

“I did, my sun.” You run your hand back and forth over her back, “Me, Auntie Wanda and Uncle Sam.” You tell her after placing a kiss on top of her head. She always loves to hear about your missions.

Her powers have been slowing showing signs, being mostly expressed on an uncommon intelligence that allowed her to learn how to read at 3 and build her first artificial intelligence (a little pug she named Maggie) at 4 with the help of her Uncle Tony, who’s always more than happy to allow her wander around his labs. Her physical strength is still shy inside her, but you know it will soon flourish. You know she’ll be a great fighter someday. Hell, she already is.

“I can’t wait to grow up and be a badass,” You and Bucky exchange looks due her choice of words but she goes on, unfazed by it, “Just like you and Auntie Wanda, and Auntie Nat, Auntie Carol, Auntie Pepper, Auntie Shuri and-”

“Hey, daddy’s pretty badass, too.” Bucky puts on an exaggerated pout, placing a hand on his waist.  

“Of course you are, daddy.” She leans away from you and turn to him to pat his beard, “Your cupcakes are super badass.” She says, before continuing her chanting of the names of her super aunties.

You look at him and laugh at the smug satisfaction on his face by her answer before not being able to resist in placing a kiss on his cheek one more time.

The mission to rescue Summer five years ago was also Bucky’s last mission. It was no secret, that life was never what he really wanted and after discussing it in therapy and a lot of talking with you and Steve he decided it was time for him to dedicate himself to the mission of his life: taking care of his daughter, you and, most importantly, himself.

Whenever people ask, he says with a notable amount of pride in his words, that he’s a stay at home dad. By the way, he’s become very popular among other parents (mostly moms) that were regulars at the parks he usually takes Summer to. He doesn’t know, but there’s a group chat of moms where he and his qualities as a dad – physical included- are the main subject. How do you know that? After Summer’s kidnapping, you’ve become very keen to find out exactly who interacts with her, and being an Avenger is very useful to provide you the right tools for it. Yeah, you tell yourself that’s the only reason why you spy on those moms… but they’re harmless. You’re very fond of a particular thread where they mentioned how much he gushes about you.

“Mommy,” Summer gasps, “It’s Saturday, you’re going to uncle Harry and Auntie Nat’s house with us, too.”

“Yes, of course, baby. I can’t wait.”

Nat and Harry’s famous Saturdays Movie and Dinner nights. They’re your neighbors now. After the wedding, the five of them - Harry, Nat, the two kids and Harry’s mom- moved to a new apartment on the Tower for safety reasons. Tony has made the place impenetrable after what happened to Summer and nothing like that ever happened again.

You’re thrilled to have all your friends – your family - so close to you. Summer worships Jon and Luna, who’ve been growing up so fast, turning 11 real soon with a Harry Potter themed party, which you’ve been helping Nat to plan for her kids. Yeah, her kids. She’s not just Auntie Nat for Luna and Jon, anymore. It happened at Summer’s 3rd birthday party by one of the Tower’s pool, a year before Harry’s marriage proposal. Luna was running after a tiny stray kitty when she tripped on her toes and fell right to the ground. Her crying was loud as she held her injured knee close to her chest. Harry and Nat were at your table and they both promptly got up.

You could see how strongly Nat had to hold herself back to let Harry run to the little girl’s rescue, who already had her twin brother by her side, trying to console her but to no avail. She had already confided in you how much he loved those kids, but didn’t really know how far she could go with them without imposing. But what made the jaws from everyone around drop was when Harry kneeled beside the kid only to make her cry even harder and scream pointing at Nat, “No, I want my mommy.”

“Come here, mommy, please,” little Jon pleaded holding his twin hand and looking at Nat’s direction.  

All eyes snapped at Nat and it was just a split second that she looked taken aback before rushing to attend the little girl, succeeding to calm down her daughter almost instantly with the help of her son.

While Harry kept a goofy smile on his face the whole day, Nat spent an hour crying in your bathroom. They ended up adopting the kitty which caused Luna’s trip and naming him Rocket.  

“I’m so happy you’re here, mommy,” Summer throws herself into your embrace again.

“Me too, babe,” Bucky nuzzles into the crook of your neck, managing to embrace you and Summer with his metal arm.

Your eyelids flutter shut and you sigh, relishing in the pile of pure affection you’re under, breathing in the love they have for you.  

The sweet quietness doesn’t last long as the child in your arms straightens up briskly, making Bucky’s arm drop from her back as she stares at him with widened blue eyes matching his, “Daddy what about our surprise?” 

Bucky stiffens beside you as you turn to him, “Ooo, really?” You inflate the astonishment in your tone, licking your lips in anticipation. Surprise with Bucky and Summer when you come back from missions always means some delicious food he prepares to welcome you back.    

You frown at how Bucky aims a flustered glare at Summer. Oh, this is new... Your narrowed gaze turns to your child to see her little hands flying to cover her mouth. You have to hold yourself back to not laugh at her theatre. You know her so damn well, you’re certain she didn’t let the said surprise slip out by accident and it intrigues you more.

“What are you two up to?” You tilt your head at Bucky.

Still looking at Summer, his expression softens and his smile is indulgent at her, before shifting his gaze back to you, “Well, I guess there’s no better time than now,” He turns back to her, whispering “I have an idea, come with me.”

Without further notice they both get up briskly, Bucky takes Summer’s hand and ran to the kitchen, leaving you open mouthed behind as you hear soft laughs and whispers between them.

Well, that’s just fitting. No matter what they might’ve planned for you, it’s rather unlikely it will beat the surprise you also have for them. You have absolutely no idea of how you’re going to tell them that, only that you must tell them soon or you will burst into anxious little pieces right there.

It’s only a few more minutes when, at the living room entrance, their sight catches your attention. You smirk while side by side they walk to you. Summer with a huge grin on her face, while a nervous little smile curls Bucky’s lips. You only notice Summer has one arm behind her back when they both kneel on the carpet in front of you.

You’re up till now amused face by their antics falls and your frantically beating heart rushes up your throat. Your suspicions are confirmed when Summer brings her arm in front of you and reveals the blue velvet box you thought was securely guarded in your bedroom’s safe. You hadn’t another sight of it ever since you moved apartments. She opens the box and there it is. The diamond Bucky bought you years ago.  

“Mommy,” Summer’s sweet voice makes you lift your astonished gaze to her, “Will you marry us?”  

A sob slips out of your mouth and you turn to Bucky to see the tears already shining on his expectant eyes, gleaming with warmth but also with a little bit of uneasiness, you can tell.

He pours all his love into his gaze to quietly mouth for only you to see, “Will you marry me, my love?”

“Yes.” You don’t need a second to think as you sob out your answer, “Yes, of course, I will marry you,” You repeat more steadily despite the tears and you drop to your knees in front of them to grab both of your loves into your arms. While Summer squeals her joy, you feel Bucky breathing deeply, holding you back as strong as ever.

“Thank God,” he whispers, “I love you, I love you,” he repeats in your ear, before trailing a path of kisses to your mouth.

You two turn into a couple of 6 year olds just like your daughter, giggling and laughing as he pushes away only to gently take the ring Summer was guarding in her hand and finally, finally put it in your finger, where it always belonged. You’re the one to grab his face by the neck and kiss him again, hoping he can feel all your love. You know he does as he kisses you back just as fiercely.

The shy giggles makes you break the kiss with a laugh of your own as you turn to your daughter and sit down on the floor, holding her on your lap as Bucky takes his place beside you, resting his back on the couch.

“I was so nervous you would say no, mommy.” She lets out an exaggerated sigh.

Your head falls back as you and Bucky laugh, “How could I, honey when I love you two so much, of course I would say yes… as a matter of fact-” You breathe in some intake of courage, looking from Summer to Bucky, before taking their both hands and placing them on your belly, “Not only I, but we will marry you.”  

They both catch your meaning instantly as their eyebrows shoot high on their foreheads, the resemblance between them, expressed on their eyes and many mannerisms turning especially evident then.

“What?” Bucky whispers, still pretty much astonished and without taking his hand from your belly.

“I’m going to be a big sister?” Summer brings both her hands to her mouth, keeping her eyes widened at you.

“Yes, my love. I hope it makes you happy.” You try to smile to hide how nervous you are by telling the news to them. You’ve talked about the possibility of a new kid before and Summer even asked for a little brother or sister, but it was all speculation and  this definitely unexpected. Something wrong might’ve happened to your birth-control pills and-

“Happy?” She squeaks the word in a high-pitched sound, “I’m super mega ultra happy.” She gets up from her spot and starts jumping on the carpet with her little arms up, properly celebrating the news, like only a carefree child would.

You laugh and feel a little bit of relief calming down your chest at her reaction, but the fact Bucky’s still silent and just staring at you with a dropped jaw doesn’t allow your heart to be fully rested.

Summer stops jumping to look at you with a vibrant sparkle on her face, “Oh, I have so many toys I wanna share with them.” She says before turning around and rushing to the direction of her room.

You can't help but laugh at her good-hearted energy, “Hey, sweetie, no, we can see that later-”

“I’m coming right back, mom.” She yells, already in her room.

You chuckle a bit more before you chew on your lower lip, looking back at Bucky, “Hey, big news, huh?” You tentatively say, “At least she took it ok-”

His lips are on yours before you can finish whatever you were going to say. With every caress, every brush of his tongue against yours, you feel each little muscle of your body relax and you sigh through the kiss when his hand fondles with your belly and his other one goes to the back of your neck, pulling you even closer.

“Is that true?” He whispers, letting his forehead rest against yours when he breaks the kiss.

“Yes,” You nod, wrapping your arms around him, “I got really sick several days on the mission and then I decided to buy a pharmacy test and voilà, here we are.”

You see his chest moving up and down as he takes in a breath, “I made such a shitshow back when you tried to tell me about Summer-”

“Bucky-” You try, not really wanting to remember those times right at that moment…

“I was such an asshole and I stole us the chance of living the news together,” he continues, stroking your belly and keeping his head linked to yours, “Now I have this second chance,” He lets out a breathy smile and your heart softens, “You make me so damn happy, I love you so much.”

“You make me happy, too,” You assure him, “You and our little family.” You pull him to one more kiss.

“Another kid?” He smiles, as the kiss is over, looking down at where his hand rests on your belly, “Will you want to find out the sex before birth?” He wonders.

“As a matter of fact,” you cringe, “I already know.”

“What?” He frowns “How?”

“Yeah, I mean… you know Wanda was there at the mission, too, right?” He nods and you continue, “And you know how much her powers have been enhancing? Well, she has a strong feeling and-”

“No.” He shakes his head, and his hand leaves your belly so he can put a finger on your lips, which you place a small kiss on, “I think I don’t wanna know this time.” He admits, shrugging.

You smirk, nodding to accept his position. But to be honest, you can’t wait to see his reaction when he finds out that soon he’ll have one more girl to call his.

“Hey,” You say, raising your finger with the diamond on, “What about this?” You raise an eyebrow.

“Oh,” It slips out of his lips as a blush creeps up his cheeks and he brushes the back of his neck, “I know I should’ve asked that sooner, but the life we have so far all always felt so good, I didn’t even think-”

“No, silly,” you chuckle, putting a small kiss on his lips for reassurance, “I know that, we already have been happy enough, it’s just- this ring, I had in a safe locked with a code, did you…” You tilt your head.

“Oh, no,” His head falls back as he puts his hand on his stomach to let out a laugh, before nodding towards Summer’s room.

Your jaw goes slack, “Really?” You frown.

“I found the missy playing with it the other day.” He says more proudly than he should.

“Are you telling me the 6-year-old kid not only found the safe, but also broke in the code to open it?” You scoff when he nods, still overly smug about it, but after the shock passes you can’t help but feel a little bit of pride, too. Right then you know that, if that’s what she’ll really want, she will be an exceptional Avenger someday.

“When I saw the ring after so long, I knew it was time. She agreed.” He brings a hand to cup your cheek, moving his finger to caress your face as his loving eyes meet yours, “We were planning a special dinner for tomorrow, but I think she just couldn’t help herself.” The crinkles beside his eyes are adorable as he lets out a soft laugh, “It’s always been yours, anyway.”

Unable to part your gaze from his, you sigh as your heart thunders against your chest. You’re about to kiss him again when the sweet voice you love so much holds you back.

“Mommy, mommy,” Summer pants and runs back into the living room, holding as many toys and stuffed animals as she barely can, even letting some fall on her way, “I think the baby will like these,” she points out, dropping the toys in front of you.

“Of course they will, baby. Especially if you play with them together,” You agree, fuzzing with her hair.

She raises her chin and gives a toothy grin before addressing to Bucky, “Daddy, I think we should celebrate with your cupcakes, what do you think?” It’s nothing but adorable when her little eyebrows wiggle with the suggestions at her dad.

“Hmmm, I think you’re absolutely right, my little Sun.”

“Yaaay,” She exclaims, raising her arms and bouncing on her little legs, “Which one do you want, mommy? I’ll go get it for us, we have all kinds: vanilla, chocolate, vanilla with chocolate chips, strawberry.” She counts the flavors with her fingers.

“Alright, I love daddy’s cupcakes, I’ll have one of the strawberry ones, please.” You wink at her.

“Ok, one strawberry coming your way right now.” She says before turning on her heels and bolting to the kitchen.

“Hey, what about me?” Bucky yells, but receives no answer.

You laugh loudly at the pout that forms on his lips before leaning in to place a kiss on his cheek, “It’s just because I’ve been away, honey. You know you’re still the love of her life.” Your heart melts when his lips curl into a smile, still looking ahead to the kitchen, “And you’re mine, too.” You whisper, running your fingers through his hair.

He tilts his face to you, fully smiling, before his eyes darkens and he leans in to run his lips up your neck, “Later.” His tongue teases the delicate skin of your neck, making you shrug your shoulders and giggle, “When we’re alone in our bedroom,” He drags his lips over your jaw and the giggle catches in our throat, “I can’t wait to show you how much you’re the love of my life, too. One time,” he kisses your jawline, “Two times?” the other side, “Maybe three…” his lips lock onto yours - breathless at the promise.   

His tongue darts to curl around yours and the kiss deepens as you pull him to you.

“Ugh, are you two being gross again?”

You pull apart, laughing as Bucky whispers something like “so much like her uncle Steve”, under his breath.

“Says the girl with chocolate all over her face.” He scowls lightheartedly, when she’s closer to you and the remains of chocolate on her jaw is the evidence she had one sneaky cupcake in the kitchen, “Oh, I see someone remembered her poor old daddy exists,” he adds, spotting the third cupcake – chocolate chip, his favorite – on the little trail in her hands.

She giggles, placing the trail next to you and Bucky and squeaking in surprise as Bucky catches her in his arms and screams “Tickles attack,” making the little kid toss and squirm, before she manages to escape from him and latch herself into your lap for shelter, only for you to attack her with kisses this time, being followed shortly by Bucky.

Is not always that easy.

Is not always that perfect.

You two still struggle, you two still fight, sometimes over the stupidest things and other times over not so stupid ones. But it’s love…and, like you and Bucky have said before, love isn’t perfect.

You’re just not afraid of it anymore.

~~~

The End. 

A/N 2: I’m having a hard time to detach myself from this story and I’ve seen a lot of people who writes drabbles/one-shots per requests or not for their story after the ending. I’m considering doing it next year if that’s something you guys would be interested, too.

Also, if you really liked this story, please, don’t hold back on sending me a message!