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The Contest - Chapter 6

As you and the rest of The Avengers test your willpower in an unusual challenge, your attempts to remain Master of your Domain are complicated when James “Bucky” Barnes makes you his mission.

Pairing:
Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings:
Chapter 6 continues with the slow, slow build, Lots of dirty talking, Smut to come, Fluff for now, Humour, Swearing, Flirting, Sweetness, Sexual tension, Teasing, Groping, Fingering, Language!, Nudity, NSFW, Threesomes, Bucky Barnes

Word Count: 6,374 (the muse is strong)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

A/N: Thank you all so much for your patience!!! True story…A few days after I posted Chapter 5, I started on my first draft for Chapter 6. But as I was writing, a scene that happened “off paper” in Chapter 5 would not get out of my head. Finally I gave in and wrote it down, planning to post it as a ficlet. Then inspiration struck on Valentine’s Day and I was sidetracked by a Bucky one-shot. When I got back to Chapter 5.5, I realized 2,000 words in that I couldn’t cast this scene adrift and I wanted to include in the main story so it became the intro for Chapter 6. As I kept writing, another scene popped into my head and then another…I couldn’t resist getting them down on paper. Before I knew it, what I had initially outlined for this chapter needed to be pushed so now there’s an extra chapter of excruciating slowburn coming…you’re welcome. Then, as I was finishing up my new first draft of Chapter 6, Sebastian Stan happened…fucker goes and posts that locker room selfie. I tried to ignore it, honest, but the muse is strong and his abs would not leave my head. So off I went to write that one-shot. And then dance competition season started…enough said. So I truly apologize for the delay and thank you for indulging me with this chapter.

p.s. You may want to re-read the end of Chapter 5 as the first part of this chapter takes place after the scrabble game ;)

Thanks to @evansrogerskitten​ for pointing me to a collage app so I could finally create a proper header for this fic. And To everyone sending me messages, feedback and requests to be tagged, THANK YOU! You are AWESOME! Tumblr is being a bitch with the tags so I’ve done these manually - I hope I haven’t missed anyone! Please send me a note if I’ve left you off by mistake or if you would like to be tagged.

And always, to my twitter babes: thanks for the support, love and smut ;)

Chapter 6: Three’s A Crowd

Stepping out of the elevator with Bucky, you glance down at your entwined hands and giggle softly.

“What’s so funny?” he questions as you walk down the hallway towards his room.

You look up at his puzzled expression and smile.

“I made myself a promise that tonight would be Bucky-free,” you confess as you nudge his hip with your own.

“It’s turned into a Bucky free-for-all.”

Bucky laughs and slides his arm around your waist to pull you tight against his side.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he counters in mock defense, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips.

“Well, let’s see Barnes,” you ponder, tapping your finger thoughtfully against your chin.

“In just over an hour you’ve managed to wind me up playing a filthy game of scrabble, text a half naked picture of me to your entire contact list, knock Steve out of the contest and then suggest I take a picture of your naked ass to make it up to me.”

Bucky grins proudly at the recap of the evening’s events as he ushers you across the threshold of his room.

“All your fault babe,” he insists, licking his lips smugly.

“When you’re around, I just wanna be bad.”

“Really, really bad,” he murmurs suggestively as his hand slides down the curve of your hip.

You roll your eyes and give his ass a hard smack as he turns to close the door.

“Hey, hands off the money maker,” he grumbles jokingly as he rubs his backside with an exaggerated motion.

“I want to look perfect for my close-up.”

He draws you into his chest, a sly smile curling his lips. “I know it’s hard for you to keep your hands off me, but you really need to control yourself.”

He ignores your loud scoff and bends down to playfully nip at your neck.

“You can mark me later doll,” he offers coyly, giving you a wink as he pulls away and heads to the bathroom to swap his tight jeans for a pair of comfortable shorts. You take a seat on the edge of his bed and try to resist the urge to sneak a peek through the open door.

Walking back into the bedroom, Bucky stops to look up at the ceiling and then down around his legs, nodding.

“The lighting seems good right here.”

With his back turned to you, he tucks his hands into the top of his shorts to pull them down.

“Woah sergeant!” you call out, leaping off the bed to still his movements. “Not so fast.”

Bucky stops and looks over his shoulder at you, his brow furrowed in confusion.

“I’m not going to do this half-assed,” you tease as you step up behind him and wrap your arms tight around his waist.

“Before I take this picture, I need to get a good feel for the subject first.”

Bucky swallows hard as your lips graze his ear and come down lightly on his neck.

“I’m all yours doll,” he murmurs softly as you kiss a path to his pulse point.

You sigh against his neck as your hands run under his shirt, his solid muscles flexing beneath your warm touch. Pulling the material up and over his head in one swift movement, your gaze falls to his exposed body.

A low growl rumbles in Bucky’s chest as you smooth your hands over his broad shoulders and then rake your nails down his back.

“The things I want to do to this body,” you whisper hotly against his skin as you bring your lips down to feather soothing kisses along the faint, red lines.

“My pussy’s so wet just thinking about it.”

Bucky groans, his head falling back against your shoulder as your fingers move slowly across the top of his shorts and circle to the front to untie the drawstring. A soft moan crosses your lips as his cock twitches under your touch.

Dipping your hands under the waistband, you position them on either side of his hips and slide them down the deep V lines carved in his abs. You pause in surprise when your fingers brush against the coarse hairs at his groin.

“Going commando Bucky?” you gasp in exaggerated modesty while you feel around for his briefs. He inhales sharply as your fingertips graze the base of his hardening cock.

“I told you babe,” he mutters longingly as you kneel behind him. “I had plans for you tonight.”

“Getting you on your knees was definitely on the list,” he smirks as your fingers grip the sides of his shorts and begin to pull down on the fabric.

You start to respond with a smart remark, but stop abruptly when you notice that your efforts to rid him of his clothing are meeting with resistance.

A glance at his arms causes you to frown as you observe that they are crossed tight and sitting high in front of his chest. You tug on his shorts a few more times until you realize that the waistband is caught in the stiff curve of his erection.

A large smile crosses Bucky’s face as he listens to you quietly curse under your breath.

“A hand here please,” you huff in an exasperated tone as you grab onto his hips and rise to your feet.

“Sure thing doll,” he responds sweetly over his shoulder as he maneuvers one of your hands from his waist and places it over the large bulge straining against the thin material.

“That’s not what I meant,” you giggle, your free hand snapping the elastic band of his shorts against his bare skin in protest.

Bucky’s wince quickly turns into a groan when your renewed attempt to loosen his clothing causes your fingers to accidentally swipe the tip of his cock that is already slick with precum.

“See what you do to me kitten,” he mumbles lowly, voice thick with lust.

“You make daddy so hard and wet.”

You let out a small gasp as Bucky takes your hand and begins to slowly guide your palm over his hard shaft in long strokes.

“Wanna feel your sweet lips on my cock baby girl.”

Moaning softly against his neck, you reach out to grasp the thumb of his metal hand between your fingers.

“Not until it’s just the two of us left in the contest,” you purr into his ear as you circle his thumb over the swollen head of his leaking cock.

“Then daddy can fuck my pretty little mouth all day long.”

His body shudders as you rest your chin on his shoulder and bring his metal thumb to your lips to suck it clean. As you remove it with a loud pop and move back behind him, Bucky quietly mutters a few choice profanities under his breath.

Hooking your fingers once again under the band of his shorts to try and loosen them, his cock finally springs free and smacks loudly against his abs.

You inhale sharply at the sound, wanting so badly to turn him around so you can take his thick length deep into your mouth. But instead, you muster your willpower and push his shorts over his hips until they slide down his legs to pool at his feet.

Bucky hums in approval as you lower your lips onto the nape of his neck and start to trail light kisses down his spine; your body slowly sinking to the floor until you’re kneeling in front of his firm ass.

Your hands glide up his legs and run along the creases at the bottom of his cheeks before moving to stroke his inner thighs. A low moan escapes Bucky’s lips as your fingers skim back and forth along the smooth strip of skin between his legs and then up the cleft of his ass.

“You feel so good babe,” you murmur breathlessly, pausing to circle the puckered skin around his hole.

“Can’t wait to wrap my legs around you and dig my high heels into this sexy ass.”

A smirk plays on your lips as you watch Bucky’s hands curl into tight fists at his side, undoubtedly fighting the urge to stroke his hard cock.

“Everything alright up in front sweet cheeks,” you tease as you rub your palms over his ass.

“I just need a few more minutes to flesh things out back here before I take your picture.”

“Why don’t you pass me your phone,” he dares in a low, gruff voice.

“I’ve got your money shot right here princess.”

“That’s way too much for my phone to handle,” you chuckle appreciatively as you reach down to grab your device.

“I need a wide angle lens for what you’re packing soldier.”

Bucky raises his eyebrows and nods in agreement, his lips pressed in a smug smile. You tap on the camera icon and position the phone to get Bucky’s backside in the frame.

“OK, don’t move,” you instruct as you focus the shot. As the image sharpens, you frown at the screen and lower your phone.

“What the fuck are you doing Bucky,” you scold playfully.

“Stop clenching.”

“What,” he replies with a hint of innocence in his voice. “I just want to make sure you get my dimples in the shot.”

“Don’t be a smart-ass Barnes.”

“Smile” you jokingly sing out as you tap the button to take a string of photos. “There, that should do it.”

As you busy yourself with cropping the best image to send to the team, Bucky pulls up his shorts and comes up from behind, wrapping his arms around you to watch over your shoulder.

“Man, I have a really nice ass,” he observes proudly as you hit send.

“I can’t blame you for wanting to grab it all the time.”

As you push away from his arms with a loud scoff, Bucky gives your ass a firm squeeze before you slip away to his bed. He quickly moves over to his side to help you pull back the covers and then slides in next to you.

You smile as Bucky’s metal arm encircles your waist from behind and pulls you in close to him. He sighs contently as he buries his face into your neck and presses his erection against your backside.

“Do you think you can stand down soldier,” you chuckle lightly as you reach back to rub his stubbled cheek.

“I can’t help it doll,” he purrs into the shell of your ear.

“I keep picturing your gorgeous ass in that thong.”

“Yeah and thanks to you, so is Steve,” you grimace, biting your bottom lip in worry.

“He’s going to be so pissed when he sees us tomorrow.”

“Are you kidding me,” Bucky mutters as he lazily kisses your neck.

“That punk’s going to wake up with a big smile on his face and his hand wrapped around his cock. Lucky bastard.”

You let out a disapproving huff and gently swat at his hand that is inching its way down to your bare leg.

“Tell me babe,” he muses sleepily as his fingers push up the bottom of your shorts and begin to play with the hem of your panties.

“How the hell did you take that picture?”

You smile at him coyly over your shoulder and wink. “I’ll show you after the contest.”

As you snuggle your head into the crook of Bucky’s arm, he quietly mumbles into your ear.

“I can’t fucking wait.”

As expected, Steve spent much of next morning avoiding all contact with you and Bucky as well as dodging the friendly taunts from the rest of the team.

Surprisingly though, it only took him a few hours to come around to forgiving Bucky for his transgressions. All of your attempts to smooth things over however, were quickly and coldly rebuffed. Instead, the days following Steve’s elimination from the contest were filled with countless awkward moments between you and the Captain.

Whenever you entered a room, Steve would mutter an excuse to the others and hurry out without even glancing your way. He made sure to sit in the seat furthest from you at dinner and had even rearranged his schedule to ensure you were nowhere near the gym when he was working out. When you gestured for him to take his usual seat next to you on the couch for the team’s weekly movie night, his cheeks had flushed pink and he quickly mumbled his regrets before bailing to his room.

Not helping the situation were the scores of massive posters Tony had custom made that pictured your ass and Bucky’s ass, side by side, with the slogan “Putting the ‘Ass’ in Assassins” in big, bold letters. Much to your annoyance, as well as Steve’s, they seemed to occupy every square foot of empty wall space in the compound.

Despite Bucky’s insistence that things would soon blow over, the uneasy tension between you and Steve just continued to grow.

Finally, after three days of Steve avoiding you at every turn, you decide you’ve had enough of the Captain’s cold shoulder. Entering Steve’s living quarters, you make yourself comfortable on his bed and wait for him to return from an afternoon run with Bucky.

It isn’t long until you hear the elevator doors open and the sound of Steve and Bucky’s animated voices floating down the hall. As their footsteps approach, you swallow nervously as your heart beats fast in your chest.

“I’ll come get you after I take a quick shower,” Bucky calls out before closing his door.

“Sure thing pal,” Steve answers as he comes into view. You watch as he pauses in front of the “Assassins” poster hanging on the wall across from his room and shakes his head with a loud sigh.

Turning to step through the doorway, Steve stops abruptly when he spots you reclining against the large headboard of his bed. A faint blush creeping up his neck, he lowers his gaze and quickly walks over to his dresser.

“What are doing here?” he asks tersely with his back turned as he rifles through the clothes in the drawer.

You take a deep breath and reply hesitantly. “I’m waiting for my best friend to come back from his run so I can tell him he’s being a major ass.”

Steve shoots you a steely glare from over his shoulder, clearly unimpressed with your attempt to break the ice.

“What, too soon,” you ask, feigning innocence.

Steve slams the drawer and stands facing the wall with his hands on his hips.

“Come on Stevie,” you coax, nervously rubbing your hands on your thighs. “You can’t avoid me forever.”

“I miss you.”

Steve’s shoulders sag as he bows his head to the floor. With a soft sigh, he turns and gives you a small smile.

“I miss you too kiddo,” he responds, trying hard to keep his eyes from flitting down your form.

“Can we just put this all behind us?”

You cock your eyebrow slightly at his choice of words and flash him a mischievous grin.

“You bet your bottom,” you respond cheekily.

“This whole thing is starting to bum me out.”

Steve throws his head back and groans. “You’re such a pain in the ass.”

Laughing, you rub a large circle on the spot next to you on the bed.

“Get that cute butt over here Captain.”

Steve walks over to the bed and toes off his running shoes before sitting down next to you, the pink in his cheeks rising.

You move over to snuggle up against his body and give him a big hug.

“Are we good then?” you mutter into his shirt as he awkwardly tries to position his hands on your shoulders.

He sighs loudly and shakes his head from side to side.

“Come on Stevie,” you pout, looking up at him with a frown as you rub his chest in comfort. “What’s the problem?”

“You’re my best friend’s girl,” he mumbles, eyes cast downwards as he blindly gestures to the poster in the hall. “I shouldn’t be thinking about you like that.”

“What are you trying to tell me,” you question with mock indignation.

“Is my ass not good enough for Captain America?”

Steve chuckles and rolls his eyes. “Brat.”

You look up at him through your lashes and give him a coy smile.

“Listen, would it make you feel any better if I told you that when we first met, I may have thought about you once or twice ‘like that’ while I was…ummm, well…not the master of my domain.”

It takes a few moments before Steve’s eyes widen at the meaning of your words.

“Really?” he stutters, slightly flustered.

“Well yeah,” you confess with a giggle. “I mean, who wouldn’t? Have you seen you?”

As you and Steve trade shy smiles, the low rumble of a clearing throat makes you both jump.

Turning, you see Bucky leaning against the door frame, his arms crossed and eyes gleaming.

“Hope I’m not interrupting anything,” he asks gruffly with a hint of playful menace in his voice.

Steve chuckles nervously and raises his hands in defense. “We were just talking Buck.”

Bucky purses his lips and nods slowly. “Sure, just talking.”

“Interesting conversation,” he mutters to himself while he pushes away from the door.

“Especially when you consider what we talked about on our run,” recalls Bucky as he shoots Steve a knowing glance.

You furrow your brow as you look from Bucky to Steve and then back to Bucky who is now slowly stalking over to the bed.

“Come on Buck,” Steve mumbles in a sheepish voice, the colour in his face deepening. “You know she’s only saying this to make me feel better.”

Bucky stops at the side of the bed and cocks his head. He runs his tongue over his bottom lip as his gaze slowly roams over you and Steve.

“She can definitely make you feel better pal,” he chuckles.

“Could someone please tell me what the hell you two are talking about,” you grumble impatiently as Bucky lies down next to you on the bed.

“No need to pretend, I heard what you said to Steve,” soothes Bucky as he runs his hands up your legs and grips your waist. “It’s all good doll.”

“Just thinking about it is making me so fucking hard.”

You gasp in surprise as he flips you around and presses your back up against Steve. As Bucky moves in tight to your chest, you struggle to suppress a moan as you’re sandwiched between their rock hard bodies.

“Pictures really don’t do her justice eh Stevie,” Bucky murmurs, his hand dropping down to rub slow circles over your clothed mound while he gives Steve a nod.

Feeling Steve’s hand start to travel over the curve of your hip to cup your ass and his cock twitch against your thigh, your mouth drops open in shock as their intentions fully register in your brain.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” you spit out sharply as you squirm out of their arms and scramble off the bed.

Your body shaking with disbelief, you stare incredulously at Bucky and Steve as they prop themselves up on their elbows and look on in amusement.

“You two punks think you can take me on…TOGETHER,” you growl lowly as you narrow your eyes at the smirking men.

Pointing to Steve, you shake your head in amazement. “I’d wreck you the minute I opened my mouth.”

“And you sergeant,” you taunt with a wry smile.

“You start murder strutting all over the place the second another man just looks in my direction.”

You close your eyes and start to breathe in deeply to calm your cresting anger, when you hear Bucky and Steve break out into uncontrollable laughter.

Watching them with a mixture of shock and confusion, you suddenly realize that they were playing you this whole time.

“Fucking assholes,” you scream while looking around for something to throw. As you bend down to grab his running shoes, Steve picks up his shield which is leaning against the bedside table and positions it in front of him and Bucky just in time to deflect the incoming sneaker.

“She’s a feisty one,” Steve chuckles as the second shoe bounces loudly off his shield.

“Yeah,” agrees Bucky. “We may have to tie her down.”

“Bite me soldier,” you hiss in annoyance while you plant your hands firmly on your hips in a defiant stance.

“Mmmm, I know exactly where,” answers Bucky wickedly as his eyes trail down your body. You struggle to maintain your composure as a wave of heat rolls over you and settles between your legs.

“Can I watch,” Steve questions hopefully as he looks up at you innocently through his thick lashes.

Huffing sharply, you turn on your heels and stomp towards the door - leaving behind a string of swear words and two super soldiers doubled over in laughter, in your wake.

“Save that dirty talk for the foreplay kitten,” you hear Bucky call out loudly before you slam your bedroom door hard in disgust, further splintering the already damaged frame.

You lean back to catch your breath and listen intently for any signs that Bucky is following in pursuit. After a few moments of silence, you let out an irritated huff and angrily push yourself off the door.

Stalking over to your dresser, you yank open a drawer and hastily grab some panties and a bra to slip into after your shower.

You’re about to slam the drawer shut, when you spot the vintage corset and garters you were conveniently wearing when Bucky happened past your open door a few weeks ago. You finger the lace absentmindedly as you recall how Bucky’s lust blown eyes had devoured the sight of you, almost making you come undone on the spot.

Wetness begins to flood your core as you imagine his fingers on your thighs, deftly unfastening the clasps of the garters, and then slowly rolling the silk stockings down your legs as his lips trail over your exposed skin.

“Stop it,” you mumble unconvincingly to your reflection in mirror above the dresser. You knew you were fighting a losing battle. That no matter how angry you were at Bucky, you couldn’t keep him from invading your thoughts. As much as you didn’t want to admit it, James Buchanan Barnes was your weakness.

Even so, you certainly weren’t going to let him or Steve for that matter, off the hook that easily for the stunt they had just pulled. With a devilish smile, you pick up the corset and a pair of lacey panties before heading to the shower to plot your revenge.

Twenty minutes later you emerge from your bathroom, shivering slightly from the rush of cool air that is once again streaming from the vents. You look up from toweling your hair to find Bucky seated on the edge of your bed, tapping away on his phone.

Raising his eyes from the screen, Bucky inhales roughly as he watches you move towards him in a short, silk robe that is clinging to your damp body.

Stopping just short of his reach, you cross your arms over your chest and glare. “What do you want Bucky?”

He cocks his eyebrow and gives you a wicked grin. As his eyes rove over your body hungrily, you can’t help but sense he’s imagining all the possible answers to your question.

You throw your towel at him in annoyance and turn to walk away when he grabs your wrist to stop your retreat.

“Don’t be mad babe, we were only fooling around,” he murmurs apologetically, giving you his best puppy dog eyes as he starts to gently stroke your arm with his metal fingers.

“Steve just wanted a little payback for the other night and to make it up to him, I agreed to help.”

You tilt your head to the side and narrow your eyes. “And how exactly was that payback for your part Bucky?”

“Are you kidding me doll,” he huffs, shaking his head in disbelief. “Watching Steve with his hands all over you was pure torture and that punk knows it.”

“There is no way in hell I would ever let…” His words trail off into a whisper as his voice shakes with emotion.

“It would fucking kill me to see you with another man.”

Your heart squeezes tight at his words and you feel your anger begin to fade; only to be replaced with a tinge of guilt. Bucky’s hands take hold of your hips and pull you closer. His fingers run over the smooth silk of your robe and tuck under the hem.

As Bucky’s fingers slowly skim up your legs, his breath hitches in surprise when he reaches your garters. Biting down hard on his bottom lip, he toys with the straps before following them up to your corset. He sighs deeply as he pulls his hands away, causing you to softly whimper.

“You’re my girl,” he murmurs soothingly as he presses his forehead against your stomach and slowly starts to undo the sash that’s tied tightly at your waist.

Your fingers card into his hair while he eases your robe open and brings his warm lips down on the sheer material of the corset.

“Bucky,” you whine desperately, arching your back as you surrender to the touch of his metal fingers rolling over the thin lace covering your clit.

“All mine,” he responds with a matched desperation in his voice as his other hand begins to unhook the back of the corset. “For always.”

“I’m never letting you go.”

You gently tug at the strands of his hair between your fingers and coax his head back. Eyes fluttering closed, you start to slowly lean into his lips when there is a knock at the door.

Simultaneous groans fill the air as the door swings open and Natasha steps into the room.

“Hey girl, are you ready for your makeover.”

Nat stops short when she sees you close your robe quickly and Bucky flop back onto the bed with his hands over his face.

“Fucking lousy timing Nat,” grumbles Bucky as he reaches back and grabs a pillow to cover the noticeable bulge in his jeans.

Natasha cocks her eyebrow and smirks. “You’ve never complained about my timing before Barnes.”

Bucky lifts his head and gives her a knowing look before they both begin to laugh at their inside joke.

Sitting yourself down on the edge of the bed, your heart sinks as you watch them, remembering an encounter from earlier in the day. You and Bruce had been on your way back from the lab, when you both walked in on Nat and Bucky sitting in the common room; their heads close together, furtively whispering to each other.

During one of your many late night talks, Bucky had come clean about the crush he had developed on Natasha when he first moved into the compound. He vehemently assured you that it had amounted to nothing more than a bit of flirting before quickly fizzling out in favour of a close friendship. Even though you believed him, you couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealously when you watched them together. With only the three of you left in the contest, just the thought of Nat and Bucky being the last two standing was enough to make you nervous.

Lowering your gaze to the floor, you quickly try to erase any doubts in your mind before your face betrays you. A small smile tugs at your lips as you remind yourself that you’re the one Bucky wakes up to in his arms each morning and the one that falls asleep in his tight embrace each night.

The touch of cool metal quickly snaps you out of your thoughts as Bucky sidles up to you and pulls your body tight against his side. You wrap your arms around him and look up into his deep blue eyes. Sighing, he cups his hand on your cheek and lowers his forehead to yours.

“I gotta go help Steve get everything ready for tonight,” he mutters disappointedly as his fingers trail down your throat and slip into your robe to lightly trace the curve of your breast.

“But after that, I’m all yours doll.”

Head nodding, you lean into him as he plants a lingering kiss on your forehead before rising to his feet. The bed dips slightly as Natasha takes a seat beside you, smiling smugly at the exchange like a proud matchmaker.

Bucky pauses for a moment to take in the sight of you and Nat on your bed. Chuckling to himself, he pulls out his phone from the pocket of his jeans.

“You know, the guys are begging me to take myself out of the contest,” he explains as he snaps a quick picture of the both of you.

“Stark is throwing around an obscene amount of money for me to pull out and leave just the two of you in the game.”

“They are dying to see what the winner would make the loser do,” Bucky continues with a smirk as he sends the picture to the men. “Think they’re hoping for some nudity.”

You’re about to protest loudly when Nat throws you a silencing look. She makes sure she has Bucky’s full attention before reaching down to grab the sash of your robe. She licks her lips as she weaves the silky material through her fingers and locks eyes with you.

“Well, I know if I won, I would ask your little kitten here to slip into something sexy,” Nat purrs seductively as she yanks on the sash to force your body closer. You struggle to keep a straight face as she leans into you, her plump red lips mere inches from yours and her hot breath fanning your face.

Sneaking a sideways glance, you watch Bucky’s jaw clench slightly as his eyes cloud over in a tormented mix of jealously and arousal.

“Then I’d make her come…” she muses as Bucky leans towards you protectively. “To each of your rooms where we’d both crawl into your beds and take turns straddling your bodies…”

“…while we smother you all in your sleep for being disgusting perverts.”

Less than amused, Bucky rolls his eyes as you and Nat dissolve into high-pitched peals of laughter.

“Hilarious,” he grumbles under his breath as he waits with his hands on his hips for the laughter to subside.

Wiping the tears from your eyes, you reach out and take his hand.

“I’ll be down as soon as I’m done babe,” you promise sweetly, lacing your fingers through his. Bucky smiles and brings your hand to his lips before reaching down to kiss your cheek.

“Don’t keep me waiting beautiful,” he whispers into your ear, sending chills down your spine and a wave of warmth between your legs.

He steps back, still holding your hand, and looks silently into your eyes for a few moments.

“Take good care of my girl Nat,” he instructs without breaking his gaze. Squeezing your hand, he gives you a wink and a smile, before turning to leave.

You tilt your head and sigh as you watch him walk out the door. Nat nudges your shoulder with hers, chuckling in amusement.

“Geez girl,” she teases as you get up from the bed and walk over to your makeup table. “He’s only going downstairs, not off to war.”

You stick your tongue out at her reflection in the mirror and start to root around for your hair brush.

Natasha comes up from behind and leans over your shoulder to grab the brush from your reach. Before you can object, she begins to glide it through your hair in long, methodical strokes.

Sitting in silence, you glance at each other every so often in the mirror, an uncomfortable tension growing between you. Several minutes pass before you hear her take a deep breath and speak.

“Did I ever tell you about the time Bucky and I kissed?” she asks tentatively, her eyes meeting yours in the mirror. You shake your head and look away, trying to push down the tears that are threatening to appear.

“We were undercover, posing as a married couple,” she recounts, pausing the brush mid-stroke as she recalls the memory.

“It was awful, really awkward,” she shudders, pulling the corners of her mouth down in an exaggerated grimace. “Nearly blew our cover.”

Picking up a heated curling iron from the table, Nat wraps a length of your hair around the barrel. She smiles wryly as she watches the steam rise from the iron.

“There was no heat between us, nothing.”

A loose curl falls from the barrel and rests warmly against your skin. As Nat reaches down to move it, her hand drops to your shoulder. You meet her reassuring gaze in the mirror.

“You have absolutely nothing to worry about,” she murmurs, rubbing your shoulder in comfort. “I’m not any sort of competition where Bucky is concerned. Not even close.”

You look down in embarrassment as a single tear of relief rolls down your cheek.

“How did you know?” you whisper as you watch the teardrop splatter onto your robe.

“Well, for starters, you didn’t seem too thrilled when you walked in on me and Bucky this morning,” Nat explains as she continues to curl your hair into loose waves. “I saw the daggers you were throwing my way.”

“If looks could kill,” she mutters jokingly under her breath.

“God, am I that obvious?” you cringe, covering your face with your hands to hide the telltale blush.

Nat laughs softly and bends down to rest her chin on your shoulder. She moves your hands from your face and gives you a wide smile in the mirror.

“Yeah, it’s pretty obvious to all of us that you’re crazy in love with Barnes,” she answers with a wink.

You’re about to counter with your objections, when Natasha starts to wave the hot iron menacingly at your reflection.

“Don’t you even dare try to deny it,” she threatens, narrowing her eyes as if she was reading your mind.

“And don’t fucking start with that whole ‘I’m too damaged to love’ speech. I wrote the book on that bullshit excuse.”

Damn she was good.

You slump down in the chair with a sulky huff and jut out your lower lip in an exaggerated pout. Natasha rolls her eyes and motions for you to start on your face.

Fifteen minutes of silence pass as you apply your makeup and Nat finishes curling your hair. As you uncap your lipstick and bring the bright red shade to your lips, you pause and look up at her with a timid expression on your face.

“Nat, Bucky and I haven’t kissed yet,” you confess, the heat rising in your cheeks.

“What if…what if we kiss and there are no sparks?” you mutter hesitantly, casting your eyes downwards to avoid her amused gaze.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” she blurts incredulously. “The heat between you two when you’re just standing in the same room together is intense.”

“I’m afraid you’re going to burn this whole place to the ground when you eventually get around to having sex.”

You shake your head with a laugh as you stand to survey your finished look. Turning to Nat, you smile brightly and give her a big hug.

“Thanks Nat,” you mumble gratefully. “For everything.”

“Anytime babe,” she replies happily.

“Get dressed, it’s almost show time.”

You walk to your closet and grab the dress and heels you’ve picked out for the night. Untying your robe, you let it fall to the ground, revealing the tight black lace corset and garters underneath.

“Jesus,” Natasha murmurs as she sweeps her eyes over your body appreciatively. “How the hell have you been able to keep Barnes off of you?”

“It’s been hard,” you giggle as you guide a silk stocking up your leg. “I don’t know how much longer I’m going to be able to resist him.”

“The man is a walking sin.”

Natasha nods in agreement as she watches you slip into a flirty black dress and your favourite stilettos.

“Have you told Bucky where you’re going tonight?” she asks, eyeing you with suspicion as you run your fingers through your tousled waves.

“God no,” you respond with a hint of nervousness in your voice as you turn your back to Natasha and move your hair to the side. “I’m going to sneak out halfway through the festivities and hope Bucky doesn’t realize I’m gone until I’m deep.”

Natasha snorts loudly in response while pulling up your zipper. “Honey, he’s going to get one look at you in this dress and not be able to take his eyes off you for even a second.”

“There is no chance in hell that you’re going to be able to take one step out the front door without him noticing. And when he finds out where you’re going…”

Natasha pauses, shuddering as she imagines his reaction. “You had better brace yourself for a fight.”

Giving yourself a final once-over in the mirror, you scoff at Nat’s warning.

“Don’t be so dramatic,” you scold, swatting her arm with your clutch as you step into the hallway and stop in front of the giant ‘assassins’ poster Tony has graciously positioned outside of your room.

“I’m sure Bucky will understand after Steve and Tony sit him down to explain.”

“Yeah sure,” Nat responds sarcastically as she slaps her hand on the poster for effect.

“Is that before or after he goes all ‘winter soldier’ on our asses?”

Shaking your head, you grab her shoulders from behind and start pushing her towards the elevator.

“Bucky’s a grown man,” you argue, rolling your eyes in exasperation. “He’ll survive.”

“But Tony on the other hand…” you mutter darkly as you pass another of the massive posters.

“I’m going to kill him when this contest is over.”

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Never Have I Ever - Part 3

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x female reader
Summary: Being interviewed by the most famous talk show host was totally new for you, and like always Ellen did her reputation justice, making you reveal something to the audience especially Sebastian seems to like.
Warning: fluff, smut, fingering, PDA

Part 1 / Part 2 (Smut in Part 2)

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Ripples - Part 1

Synoposis: What happens when you wake up married to Steve Rogers in a Las Vegas hotel suite? Especially when you have feelings for his best friend and his best friend has feelings for you? Only time can tell.

Reader X Steve Rogers X Bucky Barnes

Warnings: Language for now. SMUT down the road, but not the first chapter :) 

A/N: I was watching The Hangover and read a great story by @imhereforbvcky and was inspired. Going to make this a series because choosing between Bucky and Steve is literally one of my internal conflicts.

This first Part will capture everyone’s perspective and afterwards each part will be in a particular character’s voices.

Tag List: @sidneycrosbysdick, @denialanderror @sexylibrarian1

Tags are open for the moment!


The harsh, bright rays of the Nevada desert shone into the small hotel room, slowly making its way over two distinct bodies. One of them was solid and strong, the defined muscles relaxed as an arm draped across the second body, smaller and softer. The first groaned, shifting in its stiff movements  before waking up,  allowing the remnants of the Asgardian ale to take one final course through his body. How much he had drank the night before to allow the effects of the ale to linger in his system was unknown to him as he shifted, becoming very aware of the warm body next to him.

His eyes popped open as he took in the soft features of the woman beside him.

No.

Steve Rogers became very aware of the cool sheets draping over his naked body, the same sheets that were draped over your own.

No, no, no.

The words ring in his head as he sits up in bed, allowing his eyes a second to adjust before he realizes he’s not waking up to his room in the tower. Instead of the navy blue walls greeting him, he is awarded with cream walls wallpapered with gold swirl designs.  He scans the room - bottle of champagne, a tux lying idly on the floor, a wedding dress on top of that…..

He stops. A wedding dress?

He looks down at his left hand and sure enough a simple gold band dones his left ring finger, glistening under the soft light..

“NO!”

He articulates the words booming behind his drunken stupor, startling you awake and you moan, shifting your head so that the sunlight can’t ruin your sleep, the throbbing in your head unmoving.

“Steve, please don’t make me monitor your trainings this morning. I feel like I drank a gallon of really cheap tequila.”

You give a heavy sigh before your eyes pop open.

Steve?

You sit up quickly, instantly regretting the movement as Steve stares at you, his rich blue eyes flicking down at your chest before he quickly shifts and turns the other way, a blush adorning his chiseled cheeks.  You’re confused for only a second before you’re aware of the cold air hitting your chest and you look down to see the thin, cotton sheets slipping down your body, your nipples taunt from the movement.

Panic sets in and you lift the sheets higher, grabbing for the thick comforter laying at the bottom of the bed in embarrassment.

Why were you naked lying next to Steve. You look at him and notice he’s just as naked as you and you close your eyes, trying to remember the events from last night.  

“What…what happened?” you finally ask trying to calm your heartbeat, confused on how to digest what the clues were pointing at.

Steve sighs, his back toward you and you can’t help but admire the way his muscles contract with the breath. Then you shake your head of the thought, causing more pain in your head and you groan, bending down to rub your temples.

“….I…..I don’t know. I don’t remember.”

He looks over his shoulders at you, worry in his eyes.

“I don’t think we’re at the Tower though. Unless you choose this very posh decor for your room?”

His voice is hopeful and you will yourself to look up, trying to digest your surroundings. You look around the room, your trained eyes going through the same process Steve’s had and you feel the panic attack stampeding toward you like warriors going to battle. You knew where you were.

“….we’re in Vegas.”

He groans, placing his head in his hands.

“That explains a lot.”

“Does it?” you give a half mocked laugh, trying to find some humour - any humour in the situation. This couldn’t be happening to you. You were just a simple- highly trained assassin gone assistant to Tony Stark and The Avengers team. Not a young, reckless girl who went to Vegas to have random hook up sex.

Steve looks back at you, his perfectly chiseled jaw set as he mumbles,

“That’s not even the best part,” he lifts his left hand, revealing a gold band that glitters in the sunlight. “I think we might be married.”

That was all you needed. You think about all the things that make you happy. Ice cream. Laying on the beach on a hot summer day. Reading a good book during a rainstorm. It isn’t enough to contain your body from shaking as you lift your left hand, praying to god that he was wrong.  

The gold band compliments your delicate ring finger and glistens like Steve’s in the sunlight. Your breathing stops, the irregular huffs causing Steve to furrow his brow in concern and he turns into you now, no longer ashamed of your nakedness as he wraps his arms around you.  

Even in a crisis Steve could be relied on to support you.

“Steve…how…what..and…” you were going to throw up. You were going to throw up - that was it. Steve’s hold tightens around you and you feel the way his chest rises and falls against your own, trying to ignore the way his touch made you want to explore more of him. Though you weren’t going to say it, you both were thinking the same thing.

What the hell were you going to tell Bucky.


James ‘Bucky’ Barnes stood in the living room of the Avengers tower, a cup of coffee that had long gone cold in his hands as he watched the sun rise. He gave a deep sigh as he heard the faint sound of heels clicking toward him, stopping once they hit the living room.

He knew that the young blonde was waiting on him to say something - offer breakfast, get her number, anything - but he had wanted her gone the moment he realized the dumb mistake he had made. He only mumbled,

“F.R.I.D.A.Y. - can you escort our guest off of the property. Call a cab for her.”

The supercomputer responded yes and he knew the woman was angry, the quick sound of her heels carrying her to the elevator. He gave a sigh of relief, sipping the cold dark coffee as he tried to collect his thoughts.

He had to figure out how to admit to what had happened without ruining his relationship with Y/N. He hadn’t realized how much he had cared about you until he saw you last night, the sapphire body con dress drawing him into the essence that could only be described as you. The night had started well. You had walked to him directly, checking on his comfort. You might have, and he was only trying to be positive, even flirted with him.

But then, Steve had left in a tiff and you had offered to check on him, knowing that the breakup between Sharon and himself was still raw. Bucky hadn’t thought anything of it until he was still waiting for you 2 hours later.  He was aroused and needed some relief - relief he had hope to find with you - but instead drunk Bucky who had sipped way to much of the demi-god’s ale had found an easy target with the blonde. He didn’t even really care for blondes but…..he just didn’t want to be lonely. By the time he had realized what he had done, she had passed out beside him and he was up all night, debating whether you were left wondering why he had left you.

He had hoped to catch you this morning to apologize. Everyone knew that you came in early every morning, refusing to move into the complex tower but knowing that things needed to be accomplished. You always went for an early morning run, so early that the sun would barely break through before making coffee making coffee and preparing the reports of the day for Tony. First one to arrive and last one to leave.

But you hadn’t this morning.

He was worried and distracted, trying to debate whether to go to your apartment to check on you when he hears the elevator ding. Hopeful, he turns expecting to see you coming in, sweaty off your run.

Instead, he was rewarded with Tony who was fuming.

The tall man barrelled through the open space, his hands balled up in two angry fists as his eyes locked onto Barnes.

“Where is he Barnes?”

Bucky raises a curious brow and Stark rolls his eyes,

“Listen, I don’t need you and your Lost Boys bestie covering each other. Not today. This is a serious offense. Flying off with the quin jet to god knows where is not the best publicity we need right now. Lets just hope no one that’s pissed off at us followed him.”

The blank stare Bucky returns to Stark lingers before Bucky shakes his head, returning his eyes out of the patio window.

“Who the hell are you talking about Stark?” he mumbles and Tony takes in Bucky’s confused face.

“Wait - you don’t know that your 1945 girlfriend absconded with my quin jet in the middle of the night not to be heard of? Turned off all the tracking systems and F.R.I.D.A.Y. so I can’t find him and beat him for ruining my morning with Pepper?”

The incredulousness in Tony’s voice is evident and Bucky shrugs, giving him a side glance before shaking his head. Tony gives a loud sigh, banging his fist on the kitchen island.

“Fuck! Do you know if Y/N is here yet? We need to get an angle on this stat.”

Bucky hated when Tony referred to you as though you were another robot in his lab, even though he knew that Tony thought more of you. He loved you like a younger daughter even if he took you for granted.

“She hasn’t come in yet.”

“FUCK!” Tony yells, storming to a cupboard to grab a cup for coffee. He finds one and pours, shaking his head in fury.

“You throw one fucking benefit dinner to prove to the public that The Avengers have changed and Steve has to go off and ruin it. Why am I not surprised.”

Tony leans against the counter, crossing his arms before he takes a sip of coffee before spitting it out.

“Jesus why does this taste like black acid!? Who the hell made this coffee?”

He looks up at Bucky, who hadn’t moved from his spot in the living room and rolls his eyes.

“Of course you made it. Taste likes its been boiling in a hydra base for over 60 years.” he gives an annoyed sigh,  dumping the contents of the pot into the sink before starting to make a new brew and Bucky chuckles, walking into the kitchen and shaking his head.

“Sorry you’re not man enough to handle a dark brew.”

Tony snorts when something rings, causing Bucky to jump up in alarm, his eyes searching the facility as Tony rolls his eyes.

“It’s just my news alarm can opener. Calm down.”

Bucky frowns. If there was nothing more obnoxious than Tony Stark, then it was all the machines that ringed and dinged and shrilled randomly throughout the day. He still didn’t understand the world that literally held the news in the palm of his hands, glass and metal separating him from a world of knowledge.

Tony’s glasses frost over, a news report flashing in front of his eyes and he groans, asking F.R.I.D.A.Y to remove the report from his view and quickly pushing a button on his watch, hastily heading toward the balcony.

“So you got the report.”

Neither of them are surprised to see Natasha, already equipped in her Black Widow attire as she walks into the living room.

Bucky is the first to ask,

“What report? Is this about Steve?”

“Is this about Steve?” Tony mocks, his hands stopping on the patio door handle before looking at the large super soldier. Bucky’s eyes scrunch together in frustration as Tony continues,

“Listen, Tin box, hold down the fort while mommy and daddy reign in the kids. When Y/N gets here, tell her she’s going to have to help with covering this mess Captain has got us in.”

Bucky can’t help to narrow his eyes, his left arm flexing before Natasha places a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“Don’t let him get to you. Just let Y/N know it’s probably nothing. Better that few of us go and clean this up,” she turns to Tony,  “There’s a mini jet I can take. Sits one.”

“Already informed Roadie. He’ll meet us there as well.”

And then Tony’s stepping off the balcony, only to fly upwards seconds later in his Iron Man suit. Bucky had been so distracted by the action that he doesn’t catch Natasha’s absence until he hears Sam’s voice and he groans. This morning keeps getting better and better.

“Take it they’re going after Steve?”

“Why the hell does everyone know where Steve is!?”

Sam laughs, turning on the TV in the kitchen as he pours himself a fresh cup of coffee.

“We call this machine a television Bucky. It usually reports out current events and false drama to distract humans from their day to day lives.” His voices is laced with heavy sarcasm but Bucky is to distracted with the news feed to care.  A quinjet had been found in the Las Vegas airport and he chuckles, shaking his head. He didn’t take Steve as a mourn yourself in Vegas kind of guy but if it helped, it helped. It’s only seconds later that Sam is spitting out the coffee, cursing under his breath.

“Did you make this watery crap!?” he asks, taking the coffee pot and pouring it into the sink.

“Tony. He said my pot was too strong.” Bucky chuckles and Sam nods, before frowning and looking back at him.

“Where the hell is Y/N? She’s the one thats figured out the recipe for making good coffee that pleases all of us.”

Bucky shrugs.

“Your guess is as good as mine.”


You watched as Steve roamed the room in his boxers, looking for the small paper before you hear him exclaim,

“Aha!”

He bends over, his ass stretching underneath the sheer fabric and you look away, taking in the decor as he picks up the thin paper.

What the hell had gotten into you?

He walks back to the bed as you sit up, the large stiff cotton shirt he wore with his tux the night before falling loosely over your body. He tries to ignore the haphazard way you had buttoned it up, exposing enough of your cleavage to draw a response from him as you leaned over his broad shoulders. Or the way your hair smelled as it brushed against his exposed skin. The same thought echoed in his brain.

What the hell had gotten into him?

“What does it say?” you bite your lip reading the document before groaning.

“Shit!” he flinches hearing you curse and you mumble a quick apology before continuing, “This is official. We definitely got married last night. No random marriage hiccup here.”

You sigh as you lean over the nightstand, drinking the expensive coconut water you had found in the rooms fridge. It was a worthy ten dollars, soothing the small throbbing in your head. Steve had mentioned he had been drunk off of Asgardian ale and that you probably had a sip, causing the massive pain pounding throughout your body.

You could only agree.

Steve; however, was thriving, his drunken stupor burned out of him minutes after he woke up.

Stupid, super soldier serum.

“So…..what does that mean?” he asks uncertainly and you can’t help but give a small laugh, amused by the worry lines creasing his forehead. Not that they would stick.

Steve’s innocence was always something you found adorable.

“Means that I am officially Y/N Rogers. Congratulation - you have a wife!”

He can’t help but laugh, a genuine smile spreading across his face and for once this morning, a small light of happiness seeps through. You were worried about him. You knew how much Sharon meant to him. This wasn’t helping. Part of you was worried that the scowls that had cast itself across his features had to deal with the disappointment of being married to you.

Though that shouldn’t matter. You liked Bucky. Everyone knew that.

Except, of course, Bucky.

“Well, while this is one of the best honors I can add to my life experiences this isn’t right,” he turns to you, his calm blue eyes looking into your own.

“You deserve better than marrying some old guy in a sketchy Vegas chapel. At least you should be able to remember it.”

You nod your head, the smile still unable to leave your face.

“Well,” you crawl back to him, placing your chin on his shoulders, feeling his muscles tense underneath you. God this man was built.

“I’d rather have my random marriage experience with you than anyone else. Could you imagine if I accidentally married Thor. God of obliviousness. He’d be a string of questions from the moment we got up to find ourselves in this mess to the second I divorce his demi-god ass.”

“Language…” Steve says under his breath though he’s chuckling and then his eyes lock on yours again. There’s something different this time. Curiosity and something else. Something you can’t put your finger on.

You’re unaware that your faces were getting dangerously close to each other until you hear a loud bang at the door. It only takes Steve seconds  to respond, blocking your body from the intrusion, before the door bursts open in a small cloud of smoke. Natasha walks in, an amused smile on her face as she takes in Steve’s semi-naked state.

“Steve.” she calmly says, crossing her arms in amusement. You try to hide your body further behind his large frame before Tony is walking in, the mask of his suit lifting with Roadie not far behind him.

“Morning Captain. Don’t mean to burst in on you like this - I know that you probably wanted to check out the breakfast buffet downstairs -heard it crazy delicious,” he staring down Steve with angry eyes and you groan, Steve easily covering it up with a cough, “But I came to retrieve some property. You know, the quin jet you absconded with.”

Steve stands tall, giving a curt nod as Natasha takes in the room. The tux, the wedding dress, the empty champagne bottle, the second pair of legs hiding behind Steve’s.

“Steve….didn’t take you and Sharon for a random Vegas type.”  she says, cutting the silence.

This causes Tony to snap toward Natasha and then back to Steve. Steve’s jaws clenches and he gives a slow sigh before mumbling,

“…not with Sharon.”

“Really?” Both Natasha, Roadie and Tony ask simultaneously and you know you’re busted. You give one last sigh before stepping from behind him, lifting your arms up in surrounding and giving an uncertain smile

“Surprise?” you say weakly.

I stopped reading destiel meta posts and unfollowed all meta blogs already some time ago. But, sometimes, when I’ve mental fortitude to deal with them, I’ll check out some posts. Welp, the latest gem I found plainly states that 12x23 is exactly how OP imagined destiel going canon at the end of the show - Cas confessing his love and dying.  And they had this image since s9, Carver era. Which would mean that as a meta writer they seriously considered possibility that Cas has to die to give us a hint at canon destiel. 

I don’t know if these are only OP personal ideas or was it discussed privately among meta writers. I don’t remember a destiel meta post that explicitly predicted Cas death in the name of canon destiel? I think some people mentioned it as one possibility among others but I don’t remember discussion about it. If I’m wrong, please link me some meta. 

I remember neven-ebrez predicting Cas death after 12x12 in her tags. And I’m grateful for this fair warning. I wish more meta writers would have talked about Cas’ death. Instead of making fun of concerned Cas’ fans with their “lololol, annual Cas panic, here we go!” posts. If there’s some understanding between meta writers that Cas could possibly die at the end of the show, then why Cas’ fans were ridiculed so much? All those times when positivity police said that TPTB are not going to kill Cas/fire Misha because they love him so much?  Did they mean - not going to kill as long as there’s another season, but probably will kill him in the final moments?

So, is this what destiel positive meta folks meant by destiel endgame? Is this why they so unilaterally insist that IF canon destiel is going to happen it will be only at the very last moment? /because then the show doesn’t need Cas anymore for baiting purposes?/ And make no mistake, Cas still can die at the end of the show. OP could still be proven right. Shouldn’t we talk about this as Cas’ endgame on the show? 

And how about all those talks since s8, when  meta writers said that Dean and Sam are not going to die at the end of series? That it’d go against the new message of the show? Apparently Cas was not included in this “everybody lives” scenario? And nobody bothered to tell Cas fans this?

I’ve seen Cas’ fans accusing destiel meta folks of not caring about Cas as a character but valuing him only for destiel purposes. I never expected to get such a solid confirmation from a popular meta writer. And I already knew that a lot of destiel meta folks would gladly throw Cas and his story arc under the bus if it meant getting canonical bi Dean making out with some random dude. Like I knew it, and yet. [disclaimer - I’m pro bi dean. I’m just surprised that some fans seriously thought that the show would give us canonical bi Dean but not canon destiel.]

This post was intended as a rant about one particular opinion - that Cas is supposed to die at the end of the show. Since then, I’ve seen more posts about Cas’ endgame, angel vs human, and I was taken aback by the tone of discussion. Apparently, meta writers who support human Cas endgame are telling angel Cas fans to change their mind because of textual evidence on the show. I guess they forgot to mention death as possible Cas’ endgame? 

To all Cas fans who feel let down by this discussion. Please remember that this group of meta writers are primary destiel and Dean fans. Which is great! But character bias exists and their opinion about Cas’ endgame is in no way more important or right than Cas’ fans opinion. They have mentioned that they don’t connect to Cas on a personal, deeper level which was supported by their happy, content meta posts after 12x23. And now, the discussion about human Cas endgame is framed as something angel Cas endgame fans have to agree with, even going as far as changing personl opinions. Which is simply ridiculous. We all ship our faves as we want. Some of us connect to Cas on a gut level. And that is not something I can switch off or easily replace with other opinion. 

Superhero!Seventeen

Seungcheol
•his power is speed
•have you seen those thighs?
•yea, he’s very fast but I mean this in the nicest way possible
•he’s not the sharpest tool in the shed
•while he is the leader of the superhero in training
•he didn’t get there because of his brain, he got there because of how loyal he is
•he’s run back on their first mission to get seungkwan who was trapped under a broken bridge

Jeonghan
•His power is mind control
•he can legitimately get people to do whatever he wants
•when people heard about his power they thought he would be a villain
•but nope he prefers using guns to using his power
•he only likes to use it to mess with the other trainees
•like he will have hoshi go to the kitchen to get him a glass of water
•he’s very in control of his power though, so he’s the second in charge


Joshua
•his power is hypnotism
•he and jeonghan almost have the same power but his is more complex
•his power puts people in an unconscious state, so they don’t remember
•unlike jeonghan’s where they are awake, and know what they’re doing
•once he had hypnotized someone, he can do it again anywhere
•so his power is better for civilians and smaller jobs, while jeonghan versus the villains


Junhui
•he has the power to fly, a classic power
•he can also go hand to hand combat
•he wasn’t born with this power actually, it developed when he was ten
•so he’s trained for a smaller amount of time compared to people his age
•which makes it more amazing, since he is in the top ten
•he’s closest to wonwoo, mingyu and minghao


Soonyoung
•he has X-Ray vision
•meaning that he can look through walls and stuff
•he can look at people’s insides to help mingyu heal them
•like one time Vernon broke his rib, and soonyoung just told mingyu which one to heal
•soonyoung like to remind everyone that even though that have powers, they’re still teens
•he achieves reminding them by pranking them all
•you’d think that they would realize that they couldn’t get him back with the same pranks
•(he can see wonwoo when he’s invisible, if he uses his own power but shhhh)


Wonwoo
•he has the power of invisibility
•which makes everyone laugh because he’s already so quiet
•his power means that soonyoung tries to make him an accomplice for pranks
•he tries to avoid him, but somehow soonyoung finds him
•he suspects that soonyoung can see him, even though the blonde boy denies it
•he likes reading so you can very often see a book floating around
•mingyu often tags along with him or minghao on missions
•wonwoo can fight but he prefers using stun guns or other non harming weapons

Jihoon
•he has telepathy
•he can communicate with everyone through his mind
•if he he really wanted to, he could connect everyone’s mind so they can hear each mother
•he doesn’t usually go on missions, choosing to stay at headquarters to give information to them
•he’s like the third in charge, everyone respects him since he’s gotten them out out of sticky situations while eating cereal
•he’s gotten kidnapped before and managed to outsmart the villains, and texted his location to seungcheol

Seokmin
•he can talk to animals!
•his favorite animal to talk to is dogs
•dolphins scare him, and he won’t explain why to anybody
•he has most definitely helped soonyoung prank people by using his power
•like he just someimes puts flamingos in the bathroom
•crocodiles in the training room
•elephants outside, really anywhere you go, expect some type of animal there
•For missions, he uses the animals as his eyes, so crows flying around
•he won’t have them fight for him unless the others need help
•he cares for these animals like they’re family
•he has a pet owl named hedwig who likes to make fun of him


Mingyu
•mingyu has the power of healing
•it’s very fitting since he hates hurting people
•he often tags along with minghao or wonwoo since both of them are a little hot headed and get hurt in the process
•he is clumsy himself so it’s a good power to have
•the seungcheol and jeonghan are helping him in hand to hand combat
•(he hates that and weapons)
•while jun is helping home with weapons, just in case
•he like to go with the younger teens on missions since they are pretty reckless on their own

Minghao
•He can walk through solid objects
•walls, force fields are no match for him
•he’s like a ghost, a ghost with a temper
•you can bet that he messes with soonyoung by putting dye in his shampoo
•or walking through the walls and cutting in line for the bathroom
•whatever he holds when he goes through walls, can go but there’s a chance they’ll get stuck
•(they found that out when he tried to fly Jun through the bathroom door)
•he likes to go on missions but he has a bad temper, making himself in danger
•so his partner is mingyu, who they thankfully get along well enough
•even though mingyu once threatened that he would heal minghao’s leg in a weird way so he couldn’t bend it

Seungkwan
•he can see the future
•premonitions usually come it his dreams but they can happen when he’s awake
•he dislikes seeing them, since they usually are bad premonitions
•they are like nightmares for him, since they are training to become superheros
•he has seen the trainees die multiple times in his dreams
•he is connected to jihoon so he can tell the older about the future immediately
•he gets nervous when his power happens, he has no control over when it happens
•when he gets nightmares, either jeonghan or Joshua are the ones who calm him down


Vernon
•He can make force fields
•Multiple ones, or big ones to cover the entire city
•instead of fighting villains, he protects citizens by protecting the city
•he and seungkwan are usually a team, since one sees the future and the other can protect
•seungkwan once got a vision when they were in the middle of a mission, that’s he got stuck under the bridge
•Vernon told seungcheol what happened and blames himself for not protecting the younger
•he uses his power pretty frequently
•he uses it at the dorm, and protects himself against the prank that the others play
•and will put tiny force fields, around his stuff so no one can touch it

Chan
•he can copy other powers
•once he copies a power he has it for three or four hours
•the rarer the powers is, the shorter amount of time he has since it burns him out of energy
•his power is rare, so even though he’s the youngest in training he’s one of the ones who could be a superhero
•he is close to jeonghan since the elder likes to baby him
•he admires jihoon since the green haired boy makes sure they’re all safe, and is still so strong

You and I (2)

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Words: 3743

Warnings: Smut. Some angst…and NSFW gifs.

Summary: You broke up with your boyfriend and you try to distract yourself by listening to loud music and cleaning your room. Bucky lives on the same floor as you and hears the music. Curiosity gets the best of him.

A/N: Message me if you want to be tagged in anything. Let me know how my writing is pleaaaaaase

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magnus wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but what he did know was that they were both still panting, their breathing heavy and shaky as they drove down winding roads, headlights lighting up lines of pine trees. it was still flooding his mind in strange flashes, the way the hounds had spilled into the parking lot, little blotches of black. they had been a swarm, their red eyes a strange sea, all flooded together, so many snapping jaws. they were smaller than the hellhounds magnus was used to but big enough that he didn’t want any of them taking a chunk out of his arm.

it had been such a flash then, alec’s swearing, magnus blasting a few of them with a shotgun, people screaming, the hellhounds targeting them, struggling with the doors of the car and finally getting in.  then the hellhounds had hit their black mustang, a deafening crash of snapping jaws and black bodies. magnus hadn’t waited to see what they would do. he slammed his foot on the gas pedal and they were out of there as fast as he could get them. they were tearing down the street as hellhound howls echoed through the city, car alarms going of, honking and tires screeching as other vehicles got out of their way.

magnus could still hear their pounding feet, could still hear their snapping jaws, he could still hear everything that had been happening even though they were now so far out of the city he didn’t recognize where he was at all. all he could see were the stands of trees, all he could hear were the tires on the road, the soft pattering of rain against the top of the car. there was so much flooding through his mind, he felt both calmer and more addled at this point.

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Just Me, Coffee, & My Big Mouth

Originally posted by subcas

Originally posted by demondetoxmanual

Characters- Sam x Reader, Mary
Summary- You can’t leave it alone, so you have to say your piece. All you can do is hope she’ll listen, and that Sam won’t be too upset.
Word Count- 1,620
Warnings- mild cursing? Also kind of calling Mary out a little on her bs about “needing space”.
A/N- This is for Hazel & Dreamer’s 1k/2k ‘Sammy Says’ Writing Challenge! My prompt was “I mean, what if there’s something…not natural?” I’m sorry it’s a little late, ladies but I hope you enjoy!


You know you shouldn’t be here, and yet you are. If Sam knew, you were sure he’d tell you to leave it be. He’d tell you that it ‘doesn’t matter’. Like hell it matters, you think. You knew it mattered to him. To Dean, too. They were your broken little family and if you could do anything to fix it, you would.

That’s why you were in Oregon. Tracking the phone hadn’t been that hard- the tricky part was setting up the meeting in the old diner to look like coincidence. You angled yourself just right, right at the bar where you knew she’d sit and waited. It wasn’t long until she showed, blonde hair curled nicely and clothes not too unlike what you were wearing. You watched her out of the corner of your eye, her eyes tripping over your own figure before she beelined toward you. You act nonchalant, pushing yourself to act natural.

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Comatose-Chapter 7

Summary: You are the sister of Charles Xavier, You are part of the Avengers and Dating Bucky Barnes, Unbeknownst to you Bucky is having an affair with Natasha, you catch them in the act and things go downhill from there. You are a Mutant with Similar powers to Jean, Only with Immortality thrown in.

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Bucky X Natasha, Logan Howlett X Reader

Warnings: Angst, Violence, Cheating, Feelings of worthlessness, Depression

Bucky’s POV

It had been days, days, since he last held you in his arms. Heard you laugh. Felt your warmth. The last time he had seen you had terrified him. You weren’t who he remembered. There was no emotion to your voice, no expression on your face. You had been like an ice sculpture, perfectly frozen, and he had done that to you. His words, his actions, had done that to you. He was disgusted with himself.

He had betrayed the woman he had loved to be with Natalia, a woman his warped mind had told him he needed to feel normal. To feel loved. He couldn’t pinpoint the moment where he felt that (Y/N) no longer held him together. That your heart and love wasn’t enough for him, and he detested himself.

You had left because of him. He had run you off, and he didn’t know if you were coming back. A knock on the door has him moving forward in a daze. He had little desire to speak with anyone, and no desire to hear another round of accusations thrown at him. They were all true accusations. He just didn’t need them to tell him again what a fuckup he was.

Turning the handle and swinging the door open reveals a very teary eyed Natasha. He groans inwardly, Not now. He couldn’t deal with her and his own guilt at the same time.

“Bucky,” she sniffles. “Can I come in?”

He steps aside, nodding his agreement but leaves the door ajar, not needing the repercussions if someone thinks they’re picking up where they’d left off. “What do you want, Natalia?” he sighs when her pleading eyes lift to his.

“You,” she replies simply.

Thrusting a hand through his hair, Bucky’s frustration with her keeps growing. “I know,” he says, “But I made a mistake. We made a mistake.  I know I’m hurting you, Nat, but I can’t do this anymore.”

“She isn’t here anymore! She abandoned you. I’m here, I want you,” she purrs moving toward him.

“No, Natalia,” he says, grabbing her wrists when she tries to touch him. “She left because we made her. Her boyfriend and her best friend went behind her back and betrayed her trust. This is our fault!” he roars.

She flinches at the volume, shame coating her features. In a small voice she asks,“What are you going to do?”

Taking a moment to think, he sighs, “I’m going to get her back.” There was no other choice. Letting her go, screwing things up in the first place, was the stupidest mistake he’d ever made. Though Natasha’s eyes were full of tears, she gave an understanding nod as he walked out the door.

Making his way to the kitchen he finds Steve. Things had been strained between the two of them since (Y/N)’s abrupt departure. Steve knew what had happened, and Cap was not happy with Bucky. Loyalty was everything to a man like Steve. The fact that he had been able to betray his best girl… Bucky didn’t blame the man for looking at him like he was.

“Hey, Punk,” he greets, receiving a disinterested grunt in reply. Bucky sighs, crossing his arms over his chest. This could be harder than he thought. “Look, Stevie, I really need your help.”

Steve lays down the newspaper he was reading and looks up at Bucky. “What could you possibly need my help with? Got someone else on the team to stab in the back?” he grits out between clenched teeth.

He flinches, the words harsh and cold, coming at him in Steve’s Captain America voice. A tone which once would have never been directed his way. There’s nothing he can do but push on, because without Steve on his side, he’ll never get her back. “I need to find her, Steve. I screwed up big time. Please!” he pleads.

Cold blue eyes regard him for a long moment before Steve kicks out a chair. “We are going ta need ta talk ta Tony. And you ain’t exactly his favorite person right now.”

Bucky only nods. He wasn’t exactly anyone’s favorite person right now.

Your POV:

You had spent your morning sparring against Logan. It felt good working on your muscles, being able to do anything but think. By focusing only on the movement, when your opponent was going to attack next, how they moved, and what their abilities were, the voices were quietest then. Your mind became completely devoid of thought.

Charles had been trying to pick at the wall, steadily pulling out genuine reactions. You had smiled when a nervous Logan had brought you, your favorite burger and a bottle of Whiskey, asking if you would like to have dinner. It was sweet. A remnant of the early days of a relationship long past.

You had felt the lingering hurt of it then. He was your first, well, everything really, and he had fallen hard for another woman, leaving you behind. It had bled into your relationship with Bucky, your insecurities marring most of your time together. But here he was, The Wolverine, trying his best to make amends for past hurts, showering you in attention. Doing his damnedest to bring you back to yourself. For the sake of Logan, you were trying to glue the pieces of your broken psych back together.

You had no idea what his intentions toward you were. If he wanted to try again, your heart wasn’t ready for that. But you couldn’t bring yourself to distance yourself from him entirely. Logan was your anchor to reality, but, if you were honest with yourself, you were still head over heels for Bucky Barnes.

You doubt that you will ever get over him. The emotions hidden behind that solid wall were too big, too intense, too… everything to simply walk away from, but try was all you could do. Even when it felt as if you were suffocating under the weight of other people’s expectations.

They looked at you and saw her. Saw Jean. Saw a woman on the brink of breaking. You should be better than Jean, stronger. The weight of her trauma and grief had ultimately led to her destruction, and you were more than aware that you were heading down the same path.

You were determined not to let Bucky’s betrayal morph you into a darker, more twisted version of yourself. Because, if you did… there was no one in this world that would have the power to stop you.

Decision made you head to Logan’s quarters. Knocking on the door you wait for him to answer. When he finally appears, you plaster on your biggest smile,stroll into his bedroom, and plop yourself onto his bed. You grin cheekily at him. “So, wolfy,” you bite playfully. “What are we doing tonight?”

He smirks at you, that signature Logan grin. “I didn’t know we had plans, darlin’,” he drawls,  causing your grin to widen. His expression turns to one of mild panic.

“C’mon, old man. What will it be?” You laugh at the scandalized look on his face. “Booze and broads?” you say, holding up a finger. “Or booze, pizza, and trashy horror movies?” you ask, adding three more fingers.

He studies you thoughtfully for a few moments before finally breaking into another wolfish grin. “Booze, pizza, and trashy horror movies it is,” he says, reaching for his phone.

Yeah. You were going to try.

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Home (Requested)

Pairing: Scott Summers x Reader 
Request: ok so i just read “years” and well,,,that was the eighth time scott summers made me cry, get the reference?? ok but you need to write a happy ending because that messed me up and i can’t take the fact that scott doesn’t love me in the fic so please please write something fluffy and happy for my lil scoot
Word Count: 1250
Warning: Fluff, sleepy scoot, mentions of nudity. more fluff
A/N: I love sleepy scoot, he’s so cute, so soft. Btw I’m not going to be doing Tag in a Fic posts anymore, since I don’t have a laptop and sometimes mobile won’t tag. 
Tagging: @stovehairington. @notsoprettykitty


Originally posted by xmendaily

Originally posted by kissing-pleasure

((gifs not mine, credit to owners))


Days at Xavier’s seemed to slow to a sluggish crawl. The winter chill ached in the bones of the students as they fought to stay awake in class. Most of them would rather be in bed. Scott was among the many wanting nothing more than to sleep, and had planned on finishing what seemed like a never ending day with a few thousand hours of sleep. But his duties as a X Men called for other plans, and before he knew it, Scott was practically being shoved into the X Jet with barely open eyes.

You on the other hand were curled up in Scott’s bed, awaiting his return home. When he was leaving you told him that you’d keep his bed warm for him before exchanging a short kiss. You had spent the last few hours wondering when he’ll be back, and not letting your mind betray you to think of if he’d comeback. A chill ran up your spin at the thought, so you forced your attention back to your novel.

Although, tiredness had started to creep up on you, making it impossible to actually focus on your book. Your eyes scanned over the same page for a solid ten minutes before you grunted in dissatisfaction. Soon it was discarded to your side, while you forced your heavy eyes awake. You knew Scott would be happy to find you waiting for him, but you also were sure he’d start to lecture you about staying up, if he had the energy. And not so surprisingly Scott trudged into his room barely awake.

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Tips For New Writing Blogs

After receiving repeated asks for tips on how to run a fic writing blog, I have compiled this list. It’s not a complete list, of course, and completing all the steps has no guarantee of success, but it’s a good start for new blogs who are trying to get set up and aren’t sure where to start. I’m putting the tips under the cut as this list will probably grow over time as I find other useful additions.

- Iris

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Chapter 22 (Behind the Walls)

Behind the Walls Masterlist

Pairing: Professor!Bucky X Reader

Words: 1436

Warnings: Smut. NSFW gifs.

Summary: You are currently getting your PhD in Art History, your dissertation being about The Power of Nudity in Art. Your advisor recommends you switch from being her TA to another professor because she feels her health is declining and wants you to get the best help/advice from someone new. She recommends Dr. James Barnes and believes he will be of great help to you. Things don’t turn out as you plan.

A/N: Aaaand they’re back! Let me know if you want to be tagged. I don’t know why tumblr is not letting me tag some people.

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Remember Me - Chapter 1

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Summary: After (Y/N) memory gets wiped by Hydra, Bucky and the others have to figure out how to get it back. Will they succeed or is it lost forever?
Warning: angst, kidnapping

I know I said I’ll post it tomorrow, but I felt really good so here you go! :) Let me know what you think!

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dearroseintodarkness  asked:

I came back! (Impossible not to do it, I love this blog) I wanted to know if there was a tag for Derek obsessed with hearing the rhythm of Stiles' heartbeat, maybe? And if there is, maybe you can update it, please?

heartbeat tag

Right Now Could Last Forever by Hopelessromantic09 (1/1 | 19,040 | NC17)

Standing under the dim lights with Derek’s solid body pressed against his back and feeling the bass rock his body, Stiles knew that he could put a memory to every song the band was going to play that night.

Or, the one in which Stiles and Derek’s relationship is mostly defined by All Time Low songs.

“Boom Clap” by bromanceorromance (1/1 | 817 | NR)

“The sound of your heart assures me that you’re alive. That you’re nearby. That you’re still here. That you haven’t left.”

The Trials and Hardships of a Sarcastic Gay Teenage Emissary by rachelrose (6/6 | 4,351 | NC17)

Okay, maybe Stiles isn’t gay. But he’s definitely something.

If one thing’s for sure, Stiles is definitely lonely. He’s tired of being the only virgin in their group of friends, though surpassing all of them in the way of intellect and maturity (most of the time). Stiles has looked for love everywhere. He’s tried online dating, he’s tried clubs outside of Beacon Hills, hell, he’s looked to the mountains and the rooftops.

Stiles needs to get Stiles laid. Stiles needs to get Stiles laid very soon, many times. Many times in a row, in many different places. Hell - even with many different people, in many different situations.

So, when Stiles finds Derek climbing in through his window late one night after a pack meeting, what is he to do?

“Please don’t kill me for this…”

Or the obligatory porn piece where Stiles and Derek eventually fuck.

just send your heartbeat (i’ll go) by kingminsuga (1/1 | 1,041 | G)

Stiles is kidnapped. Again. Derek is going out of his freaking mind, and there’s some romantic stuff about heartbeats. Based (loosely) off of JT’s song Blue Ocean Floor.

Broken

Characters:  Demon!Dean x Reader, Sam, Cas

Summary:  Dean comes looking for the reader. 

Word Count:   2241

Warnings:  ANGST, Language, Smut, (I will be posting a final warning in the tags, I don’t want to give anything away.  If you are worried, be warned that this is hella fucking angsty and check the notes.)

A/N:  This is my submission for the angst challenge I’m hosting, Nichelle’s 4K Angst Challenge.  I chose the prompt, “The devil follows me day and night because he is afraid to be alone.”  

Tags are at the bottom.  As always, feedback is welcomed and appreciated.

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Broken

Ever had that feeling that someone is watching you? Your skin prickles, goosebumps fanning over your skin, even though it there’s no cool breeze. You shiver, the hair on the nape of your neck standing up. Imagine that feeling. I know you’ve felt it. Everyone has. Now imagine it’s not just a feeling.

Imagine it’s real.

The devil follows me day and night because he’s afraid to be alone. Or at least that’s my suspicion. I know he’s tracking me. When the hunter becomes the hunted, it’s time to change all your habits. Don’t be predictable. Do the unexpected.

But when the one who trained you to hunt is the one that is hunting you, that changes the things. It’s a whole new game, more complex and ultimately more dangerous. The rules are simple - there are none.

I’m not sure what he wants from me. I’m just damaged enough to think it’s because he still loves me. I’m not afraid of those black eyes. I’m not afraid of him. I’m afraid of my own treacherous heart. I know deep down that I can’t resist him. I won’t be able to deny him.

So instead of facing him, I run. As fast and as far as I can.

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Commander (Pt. 1)

Bucky Barnes x female!OC

Summary: Earth has some new and unexpected saviors teaming up with the Avengers as they wait for the inevitable arrival of Thanos.

Warnings: Slow burn, some swearing

A/N: So this is my new series guys. It’s the longest series I’ve written so far and I’m not even done with it yet. Tags are open so if you like to be tagged feel free to ask. GIF is my edit but not my original, if you know the original artist let me know and I’ll credit them but I was unable to locate them. If you have any questions about why you’ve been tagged in this fic please see THIS post. Also I’m a sucker for art so if you for some reason feel compelled to do art of my characters please tag me in it so I can reblog it endlessly. 

PS: I’m terrible at summaries, I’m always worried I’m going to give too much away…


She had been living on this god-forsaken planet on and off for almost half of a century and everything had been fine and dandy up until the past few years. Then Thor and Loki decided to show their royal faces and now shit was getting real. After the battle of New York with the Chitauri, she had been keeping a very close eye on the Avengers and everything they were doing. Based on their most recent antics and the rumors she had heard floating around the other universes, it was inevitable that Thanos was going to be showing up here soon. She spent months calculating and analyzing everything preparing for her departure but now the time had come and she needed to leave before it was too late.

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C*m on feel the noise

A/N: Happy 4th of July everybody! Hope you guys enjoy this one shot, it was fun to write since I’m getting all frustrated with construction workers around sometimes🤷‍♀️

Dean x Reader

Words count: 3407 

Plot: AU. Dean and the reader secretly see each other, but they haven’t decide if they are dating or not yet.

Warnings: languages, all the smutty smut, unprotected sex (use condoms y'all), a little too much food talk.

Forever tags: @uniquewerewolfsuit @maddieburcham1@siriuslydesi / Dean tags: @akshi8278 @anokhi07

Originally posted by stunning-i

You sigh. For the hundredth time in the last five minutes. He is literally trying to kill you.

You tap the tip of your tongue on your palate, trying to get back to the photoshop files waiting for you on your computer. Though your eyes can’t stay too long away he is stretching his strong arms to grab the wires from the ceiling and you can see just a little more skin between his jeans and dirty shirt. All the chest muscles working, the slight sweat on his forehead, his long fingers doing the job like it’s so easy and with so much agility, you can’t help but think about them between you legs.

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The Blind Theory

Intro: So for some reason I literally just wrote this fic in maybe an hour all due to my search for prompts for a potential future follower challenge (let me tell ya I didn’t get very far because I came across this prompt and just went with it). 

The prompt was: “Have you seen my contacts?” (And don’t ask me how it turned into this but it did)

Pairing: Bones x reader

Word Count: 950

Warning: This is the closest to smut I am probably ever gonna get (writing it makes me kinda uncomfortable - reading it does not) and it’s not even that close.  Mostly fluff.  Ok all fluff. 

-Enjoy!-

Have you seen my contacts?” You called from the bathroom to your boyfriend who was in the main room.  

Everything was blurry as you fumbled around the bathroom, your eyesight so bad that you couldn’t make out more than just fuzzy shapes until things were super close to your eyes. 

“What was that, darlin’?” Leonard stuck his head in the door, and you squinted at his fuzzy form. 

“I can’t find my contacts.  Or my glasses.  And I can’t see anything to find them.” You reached out to Leonard and found the sides of his face with your hands, pulling your nose to his, his eyes coming into focus at your close contact. 

“Help me.” You demanded, making Leonard chuckle at your endearing nature before pressing a quick kiss to your lips. 

“You are too cute, darlin’, let me take a look around.” He pulled away, quickly going out of focus and you heard his footsteps leave the bathroom.  

You rubbed your face with your hands and started looking again over the counter, bringing your face close to the surface to see anything.  

Suddenly everything went dark, the light in the bathroom turning off, only a faint glow coming from the main room. 

“Hey, Len?  I think the lights went out.  I can’t see shit when the light is dim like this.” You called again, reaching for the wall of the bathroom to ground yourself. 

“Len?” You pulled yourself forward slowly as not to trip over anything.   

Suddenly there were hands on your shoulders pressing you backwards and you nearly slammed against the bathroom wall.  Hot lips abruptly cut off any of your protests and a solid form pinned you to the hard surface of the wall, the attack so sudden that you didn’t even have time to register it. 

He pulled his face away from yours, keeping you pinned with his body, his hands sliding down your neck to your shoulders.  

“Were you the one who turned the lights off?” You asked, leaning into the electricity that his hands were sending down your spine. 

He hummed in response, nuzzling into your neck and making you gasp at the pressure on the sensitive skin. 

“And why, may I ask, are the lights out?” You teased, now sliding your hands around his waist, pulling him closer. 

Instead of answering his mouth met yours fiercely, the kiss deepening quickly, tongues tangling and teeth nibbling.  His hands moved down from your shoulders to your sides, tickling your ribs as he snuck his legendary fingers under your shirt and spread them over your ribs, making you moan at the sensation. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck now, drawing him ever closer, impossibly closer, mouths moving together, breaths mingling.  You pulled your mouth from his, gasping, and began to press kisses along his jaw, a brush of desire sweeping over you when your lips hit a sensitive spot, just below his jaw, and he moaned. 

“You know, you are taking advantage of me by targeting my disability.” You bantered, tangling your fingers in his hair and kissing random parts of his face. 

“I am merely using it to my advantage.” Leonard murmured whilst you continued to press tiny kisses all over his face. 

“And how’s that?” You asked between kisses.

“I have a… wiLL YOU CUT THAT OUT? Ya weirdo.” You could hear the smile in his voice as he pushed your shoulders back, ceasing your attack on his face.

You felt him brush the hair off your face, his dark form barely a silhouette in the dim light and with your poor vision. 

“I have a theory, backed by strong medical research of course, that when you lose your sense of vision, your sense of touch becomes a lot stronger.  Amplified, even.” Leonard stated, and you were confused as to what he meant. 

“I don’t…” You thought, but lost concentration when he slid his hands down your waist and gripped your hips, his thumbs playing with the band of your pyjama shorts. 

“OH.” You finally understood, your conclusion affirmed by the tingles that the calluses on his hands left behind as he smoothed his hands under your shirt and over your spine. 

“You get it now, darlin’?” Leonard chuckled, his lips so close to your that they brushed yours as he spoke. 

You nodded, your forehead bumping his gently and you brought your arms up, resting your elbows on his shoulders and encasing his head between your forearms, your fingers playing gently with his hair. 

“I think I might need some more solid evidence for that theory, doctor.” You purred, and accidentally pushed your head too far forward, making you jam your nose into his.  

You laughed, internally cringing at the ruined moment, and reached to rub his nose between your fingers to disperse any pain.  Leonard laughed as well, nuzzling your fingers out of the way and kissing you deeply again. 

Suddenly you found yourself being hitched upwards, your legs wrapping around Leonard’s waist, his hands holding you to him by a grip on your ass and your back. 

“I’ll show you some evidence.” Leonard growled, which elicited a flash of desire, but also made you laugh at the cheeziness. 

“That was a terrible pick-up line, doctor.” You teased, brushing at his hair with your fingertips, praying that you weren’t going to poke his eye out or anything. 

“Well it worked, didn’t it?” He joked, jostling you up and down once to prove his point, as he had literally picked you up.

You fake laughed a few times before leaning back into him, pressing your lips to his in a hungry, deep kiss, abandoning all goofy banter as things began to heat up again.  Deciding suddenly that you were ready to take this to the bedroom, you pushed off of the wall behind you, nearly throwing the both of you off balance, but Leonard held you tight.  He got the hint and you were quickly whisked off into the direction of the bedroom. 

Turns out his theory was right. 

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Upstairs, Downstairs Part 1

Summary: A painfully shy dental assistant at the tower gets an unexpected group of friends, and with them comes a whole new world that she never bargained for.

EVENTUAL Bucky x Reader. Reader becoming close friends with the team, especially Steve.

Written in 1st Person, POV of the reader, unless otherwise stated.

TW: Swearing, extreme shyness, that’s really it for this chapter?

Word Count: 1455

A/N: Hi Dolls! So this is a request I received from the lovely Sascha (@loveyourselfcreateyourself). It started out as a one shot that is now going to be in a couple of parts, because as soon as I started writing it, I got carried away, my mind took over! Anyway, enough from me, I love all your support and feedback! Thank you so much <3

P.S – I have a Steve x Reader one shot that will be coming soon, and a Sebastian Stan x Reader piece ready to go, so keep your peepers open for those if you’re interested. Also, please let me know if you want to be permanently tagged in my stuff, as I’d be happy to oblige. Again, I love y’all –Rae xo

 

1.       What the fuck have I got myself into?!

“Ugh.” The alarm, the stupidly loud, annoying alarm. Look, whoever told me that setting your favourite song as your alarm tone is a good idea, was a damn liar. “Time to get this show on the road Y/L/N”

I dragged my ass out of bed and started the routine. Brush my teeth, hop in the shower, dry myself, get dressed…well, you know the drill. The same old shit day in and day out. Not that I’m complaining, I have a good life. A good job, a steady wage, there’s really nothing I should complain about. But, and it’s a small but, I’m lonely. I know right, pass me the violin. I’m so shy that I can’t make friends easily, and when people talk to me, I freeze like a deer in the headlights. I’m so painfully shy, that I physically cannot talk to someone without looking like I’m in pain, and people mistake this for me being a stuck up bitch. I’m not, honestly I’m not, believe me, if I could talk to people without choking on the words, trust me, I would. It would make my job a million percent easier, and I might have even become a dentist by now, but such is life, things could be worse.

So, with that bombshell roaming around my head, and let’s face it, when is it not roaming around my head, I headed to work. I open the door and the crisp morning air slaps me in the face, as if to say, ‘wake up.’ I start my usual walk to the tower, overthinking the social interaction with the Chinese delivery boy last night, when I mindlessly check the time. 8;57?! Shit. I start at 9.

I sprint the entire way to the tower. I could give Usain Bolt a run for his money if I carry on the way I’m going. I was so focused on getting to the tower, that I wasn’t even thinking about the glass door. And yep, you guessed it, I run straight into it. At full speed. This sends me and my glasses flying to the ground. I pick myself up, dust off my uniform and reach around for my glasses. Like Velma, from Scooby Doo. When I finally find them, they’re broken.

‘Shit, great, this is perfect, fan-dabby-fucking-dozy’ I mutter to myself, ‘And now I’m five minutes late, for fucks sake.” Time to face the music, and probably get fired.

“You’re late.” Dr Green never even looked up from his paper. This Professor Snape looking asshole was the bane of my very existence. The only thing I hate about work is this cretin.

“I know I am Sir, I am so very sorry, it won’t happen again, I had some trouble on the way here, and then I fell down, and broke my glasses and-“ I trailed off, explaining myself as quickly as I could to avoid being given the heave-ho.

“Not bothered, don’t care. So, you’re late to work, and show up blind. Brilliant. Fat lot of good you’re going to be today. Go and fetch in the next patient Y/L/N, IF you can see him,” Fuck this guy. He’s such an asshole. He manages to make me feel unqualified AND about two inches tall within 10 seconds. He insists on me calling him Sir or Dr, which automatically makes me hate him. I mean come on, you’re a fucking dentist dude. You don’t go saving people’s lives and shit on the regular. No, that’s what the Avengers are for. Asshole.

“Yes Sir.” I slam the door. God he pisses me off. “Thank god I did break my glasses, means I won’t have to look at your ugly mug all fuckin’ day” I mumble under my breath.

“Ooh shit, who pissed you off sweetie?”  Sam Wilson. Of course he heard you, and he was the patient today, brilliant. If your lateness didn’t give you the boot, cursing in front of an Avenger was certainly going to seal the deal.

“Oh, um, I’m sorry for the profanity, sir. No one was meant to hear that. Dr Green is ready for you“ And he laughs. No actually, he doesn’t laugh. He howls. This dude is screaming his ass off at me.

“What’s your name?” We could use someone who is a good laugh like that upstairs. Ease the tension” Upstairs. UPSTAIRS?! Upstairs is where they all live, upstairs is a no-go for people like me.

Oh, if you haven’t figured it out by now, I work for the ‘Earth’s Mightiest Heroes’ themselves. Well, not for them specifically, but we are the in-house, on call 24/7 dental practice for them. Which is basically the same thing, right? I mean in makes total sense, with the amount of fighting they do, they’re gonna be losing some teeth, or chipping them at least. And they need someone here all the time, to fix them back up again, and that’s where we come in. And hey, at least it means I’ll always have a job. Unless I’m ever late again.

“I’m-um-my name-is-Y/N. Y/N, Y/M/N, Y/L/N, sir. It’s an honour to be working for you.” There he goes again, bent over in the waiting room, cackling.

“I could get used to that treatment.” He manages to breathe out between laughs.

“Sir, Dr Green is waiting?” I stumble over my words, as bloody usual.

“Oh shit yeah, sorry.”

I walk into the dental theatre and take my chair next to Green.

“Ok, Falcon, what seems to be the problem here?” he starts, as if it wasn’t obvious. The guy is missing a front tooth. Even I can see that and I’m half blind!

“Erm, well. My tooth got knocked out during a mission again.” He lifted his top lip to show the gap where it had been taken. After a little examination, Green turned around to me.

“Prepare Mr. Wilson’s moulds. He needs this doing as soon as possible. If you can see the file.” He makes my skin crawl and my palms itch.

“Certainly Sir, right away.” I smiled sickly sweet at him. Kill ‘em with kindness, it’s the only way to stop myself from killing him for real.

I know my job inside and out, I could do it in my sleep. I just lack the social confidence to take it a step further, and with Green putting me down all the damn time, I second guess myself. Anyway, the procedure went without a hitch and I was soon escorting Sam back to the reception area. I fumble around the desk to finish some last bits of paperwork for Sam before he leaves.

“Hey, Y/N. When are you on your lunch break?” Huh? What? Why is he asking?

“Oh, um, it’s at 1.30, sir.” There I go again, tripping over my words. The feeling I get in my chest when speaking to someone is what I’d akin to being stabbed feels like.

“Ok, well, why don’t you come upstairs for your lunch? Floor 47. I want you to meet the team. Without them having weapons of torture hanging out of their mouths. Unless Barnes gets snappy, then you have my full permission to poke him with a pointy metal object.” He laughs once again, he was being really kind, but if I’m like this with just him, what will I be like with the whole team all at once. Nuh-huh, no way, no how, I’d rather die.

“Er, Mr Wilson, I don’t think that-”

“Sam. Please, call me Sam. Or Falcon. Or Hot Stuff. Whatever works.”

“Ok then, Sam, I’m not sure that this is appropriate.” But it sure would piss off ole’ Greeny.

“1) It’s your lunch, you can do whatever you damn well please. 2) You don’t like Dr Green, and I imagine some time away from his ‘ugly mug’ will do you some good, and 3) I’m asking you to. You’re funny. You don’t need to be nervous, they’ll love you. Trust me, please Y/N? What have you got to lose?” Upstairs. I’ve been officially invited UPSTAIRS to have lunch with THE AVENGERS, THE FUCKING AVENGERS! This stuff never happens, ever. It’s like Downton Abbey, you have the high class upstairs, and the scullery maids and servants downstairs. It’s not like I can really see them anyway because of my glasses, it’s not as if I’m going to become friends with them. They’ll not even remember me until they come in with a cavity, and probably not even then. Fuck it, you only live once right?

“Ok Sam. I’ll be there. Floor 47. 1.30” a burst of energy runs through me, giving me a little pep in my step.

“Really?! That’s great! They’re gonna fuckin’ love you, I swear” That’s it, nothing more said. He’s gone. And I’m having lunch with the avengers.

What the fuck have I got myself into?

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