A/N: Sorry this is so late. Fair warning, next weeks will be too. Finals are starting next week so I’ll probably be writing a little less until summer starts. I hope you like this part! It’s extremely fluffy! Warning heavy stuff coming up!
~ Admin Brooklyn
Honestly, you almost passed out a few times. Not by seeing blood, but six hours of fixing up wounds and almost doing minor surgery right after the events of the day. Currently, you sat on one of the waiting chairs, just now noticing the blood staining a small part of the floor in the corner. Seungri had left at some point during those six hours. Which left Daesung, who was washing his hands. You close your eyes, beginning to drift away to sleep right then and there.
“(Y/N), you okay?” Daesung asked. You open your eyes right away, nodding your head. You rubbed your eye with the back of your hand and sat up.
“Yeah, just tired,” you say. You run a hand through your hair, your eyes already starting to close on their own. Daesung opened up his phone, scrolling through his messages.
“Hey princess,” he said. You looked up at him. You leaned forward, your elbows resting on your knees. ”Do you think you could check up on Ji Yong Hyung?”
Your eyes widen a bit, starting to feel very underprepared to see him. You open your mouth, about to say something. Only to shut your mouth and give him a small nod. Daesung gives you a very small smile and puts his phone away. “I know (Y/N), you guys need to work things out still. He’ll be easier to handle now than he was when you fixed him.”
“I don’t really know what to say to him though,” you said quietly. You got up from the chair, running a hand through your hair. Daesung opens the door for you, letting you exit the infirmary before him.
“Just say how you feel,” he says, smiling down at you. You shake your head, his smile cause a small one to form on your face. “Honestly, just tell him how you feel.”
“Easier said than done Daesung,”
“True,” he said, nodding his head. “Keep in mind that you do have years of friendship to help you.”
“And,” Daesung said, cutting you off. “I really think you’re underestimating how much he cares about you.”
Your gaze falls to the floor as you walk down the halls, thinking about what Daesung said. Ji Yong only likes you as a friend, right? Well, he hadn’t exactly said that he liked you more. But he did know about your predetermined marriage. Would that change the way he feels about you? He looks down at you and chuckles lightly. “Actually, I know you’re underestimating how much he cares about you. Trust me, if you ask him to move a mountain, he’ll ask which one you want and how fast he should be. He’ll do anything for you princess. That’s for sure.”
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.
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..
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.
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.”
“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,
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
I took this picture at the Vietnam Traveling Wall which is on display at Gateway Park in El Mirage today. The little girl in the background just happened to walk into my picture, the moment I snapped it and it couldn’t be any better of a moment. The look on her face, tells it all. Soldiers goes off to war and one way or another, they always come home; either to be greeted by their love ones or in a box carried by their love ones. Either way they lost something, their lives, their sanity, their marriage, their home; they’ve made the ultimate sacrifice for us, this country and the flag; it’s reason such as this the reason why I stand during the National Anthem. But this little girl, I don’t know who she is, but does she know what she’s looking at and what it all means, the sacrifice made for her? We can only imagine.
request? yes “ #14 , fem!reader, Montgomery please! ” prompt #14: reader and character is making fun of each other which leads to making out/smut
pairing(s): montgomery x fem!reader
warning(s): fingering, and that’s it
a/n: okok, so this is my first smut like, eVer - so deep apologies if this is bad ++ i wrote this on my way to school so guess who thought about having sex with montgomery for a good 2 hours? :’) + THIS IS SO BAD OML, I’M SORRY
“Can you tutor me today?”
You roll your eyes and slam your locker shut, turning on your heel to face the brunette haired boy behind you. “Your ego is bigger than your IQ, Montgomery. So I don’t think so.” you scoff, crossing your arms over your chest. “And your ass is as big as your head.” Montgomery chuckles, you rolling your eyes once again as the both of you walk out of Liberty High together.
“You know people say that your shoe size matches the size of your dick?” you laugh, looking down at Montgomery’s - surprisingly - large feet.
Beautiful didn’t even cover it; it was a deep blue colour,
with tiny gems that glowed like stars. For once, I didn’t feel like Feyre
Archeron. I felt like a princess.
Even though there probably wouldn’t ever wear this again, I
still felt sad at the prospect of having to give the dress back.
Of course I couldn’t have afforded it, so I had rented it
from a shop in the city. The price had still been too high, but Mor had haggled
with the shop owner for a bit, until I could pay for the dress. I adamantly
refused to borrow money from her.
Speaking of Mor, she looked stunning. Her golden hair fell
down in waves over her shoulders, and her red dress was equally classy yet
“Rhys is going to faint when he sees you!” Mor squealed from
Rhys. Since that night in the hotel, when I told him
everything about me, about my life… I hadn’t spoken to him all week, not
properly. It was summer solstice week, so I had been busy with last minute
preparations for our night, and visiting the other Court’s celebrations. I
hadn’t been purposely avoiding him. I just… didn’t know what to say to him. I
had never been so open with someone.
I still flushed at Mor’s words.
I turned around from the mirror to face her.
“You look amazing, too.”
Mor only smiled at the words before linking arms with me and
walking towards our celebration.
When setting up this afternoon, I thought that it looked
beautiful then, even though the sun still shining didn’t give it the full effect.
It was nothing compared to what the hall looked like now.
And maybe it was conceited of me, considering I had a part
in the making of this whole thing, but with the fairy lights lining the walls,
the navy curtains covering the walls and the glimmering lights on the ceiling,
it truly felt like the night.
It truly felt like Starfall.
Mor, catching sight of something behind me, made a quick
exit, walking over to Azriel, who was in conversation with Amren. I was surprised
she had even shown up, as her distaste at events such as these were not secret.
In the past week, she had only shown up at Summer’s celebration. I still had no
Turning around, I quickly saw why Mor had made such a hasty
Rhys was stood there, leaning against the wall in a way that
seemed so effortless.
He was surveying the room, almost like he was looking for
someone. And then his eyes landed on me.
And, cheesy as it was, it was like everyone else in the room
Rhys was beautiful. Certainly the most beautiful man I had
ever seen. He was dressed in all black. In a slightly more elegant outfit than
he had worn for our date.
I saw awe in his eyes as he looked at me, and then at my
outfit. There was something else too, something I couldn’t identify.
As subtly as I could, I took a deep breath and made my way
over to Rhys.
“You’re exquisite.” Were the first words he said to me when I
“I could say the same thing about you.”
I had moved to lean against the wall next to him.
“I didn’t know if you would speak to me tonight. I didn’t
want to approach you first, in case you didn’t.”
Well, this was new information.
“And why would you think that?” I asked, even though I had a
feeling I already knew.
“Since that night at the hotel, things have been… different
between us. I wasn’t sure if- You know, regretted telling me.”
I smiled to myself. All this time, I thought that he would
have been regretting asking me to tell him.
I chose my next words carefully.
“I don’t regret telling you, Rhys. And anyway, I’m glad it
was you I told.”
Rhys began to stay something else, but before he could he
looked down towards the room once more.
“I think we should carry
this conversation on in a more… private setting. One where busybodies can’t attempt
I looked towards where he
was looking, and indeed saw our friends –in the last few minutes, Cassian had
arrived- not so subtly trying to hear what we were saying. When they saw that
Rhys and I were looking at them, they quickly turned away, acting like they had
always been in conversation with each other.
I looked back at Rhys, who
had a smile on his face as he looked at his friends.
And as Rhys took my hand to
guide us out of the hall, careful to avoid the throngs of giddy campers, I
tried to ignore the smug smile on Mor’s face and the suggestive smirk on
“Well, this certainly beats
our celebrations last year.” Rhys said to me as we go into the courtyard.
It’s peaceful out here; most
are in the hall.
“Was it really so bad?”
“We were voted worst. Even
by our own team.”
“Well, I did hear you went
overboard on streamers.”
“It was Mor who made all the
We walked in silence for
another few minutes, until we reached the edge of the lake. We both stood
there, on the banks, watching the water, which seemed to glow in the darkness.
“I can’t believe summer’s
nearly over.” I said to Rhys, who was watching the water with a peaceful look
on his face.
“I know. But then you’re
back here before you know it.”
“I think I might like to work
here again. Next summer.”
Rhys only nodded.
There was another few
moments of silence, before Rhys spoke again.
“I think I would like it,
too. If you came back.” He said it quietly.
I smiled at him before
looking back up at the sky.
“Look. I think you can
actually see the stars this time.”
And you could.
It was spectacular. The
stars looked like shining diamonds in the sky.
I glanced at Rhys to see if
he was looking too, but found him looking at me. There was a softness in his
gaze, one I hadn’t seen on him before. At least with anyone else.
“It’s beautiful.” I didn’t know
which one I meant; him or the night sky.
“Yes. It is.” I wasn’t sure
what- or who- he meant either.
I leaned forward slightly.
He, too, moved towards me. His lips parted a little. We both leaned forward at
the same time, Rhys having to bend his head down a little. Just as our lips
were about to touch, I felt something splash my cheek.
“We should probably get back
inside.” Rhys’ breath was hot against my cheek.
“Probably.” I replied,
though I made no effort to move.
I pulled away first.
“Let’s go join the dance. I’ll
even save you one.” I teased.
“You…want to dance with me?”
His voice was raw.
“We can try. I’ll probably
step on your toes.”
“I doubt you’re that bad.”
“Believe me, I am.”
And then Rhys took my hand,
and we walked back to Starfall together.