snapped america

Punk (Chap. 9)

Summary: You’re head over heels for your best friend Bucky and hate the nickname he gave you as it doesn’t exactly scream romance.

Word count: 3423

Warnings: Language, mission/war related violence and gore, shooting, enemy deaths, i think that’s all…*shrugs*

A/N: Chap.9  finally, I know!  This is a it of an information dump/setting the rest of the story arc up chapter.  I tried to dial down the angst since you lovies all told me how you cried on the last chapter :( and put some action and humour in instead.  I hope you like this one and I CAN’T WAIT to give you guys chapter 10 in a few days so please stick around through this one!  it’s worth the wait!

**I’m actually legit terrified that i peaked with the last chapter and nothing will ever be as good, especially this chapter, but i hope to give you guys a good story for the rest of the series.

Feedback fuels my life btw….and the picture is from google…i searched for beautiful things… ;]



“Kiddo, wake up we gotta go.”

Clint’s rough, scratchy voice woke you from an uneasy sleep.  Your head was pounding and your eyes felt sticky, as if they’d been glued together in the night.  “Mmm, wha—w’as happ’nin’?” you mumbled, rubbing a hand down your face. 

“Problem in Brooklyn, we gotta go.  Get dressed,” Clint replied.  He smacked your leg and the bed bounced as he got up and walked towards the closet.

“What about the desert? Nebraska?”

“New Mexico,” Clint clarified with a snort. “There’s no desert in Nebraska. Remind me to get you a map for your birthday.  Now, get—up.” He ripped the blanket away from you, causing you to squeal as cold air rushed over your legs.

“Gah!  I’m up! I’m up!”  You jolted upwards and scrambled out from the bed.  

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The Neighbors (5/?)

Summary: You’ve been in New York for about 3 years now moving here looking for a new experience. You grew up in a small town with you parents and siblings, so your new experience was city life. You began working at a hospital doing patient records and a moved into a cute little apartment in a mostly safe neighborhood in Brooklyn. After being at the hospital for a few months, you were presented with an amazing offer to switch from patient records to shadowing nurses, you just had to take a few classes outside of work while you worked with them. Since then, your life in New York has been great. But will it stay that way once you meet your new neighbors across the hall?

Warnings : swearing,  flirting, a little angst & fluff

Pairings: Sam Wilson x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader, eventual Steve Rogers x Reader


                                     Chapter 5 : Sleepovers & Forts

      The tension is getting thicker in the air by the second. You’re still staring at Steve, trying to figure out what his angle is.

“Wait, Steve Rogers? Captain America?” Nick asks. Steve nods and Nick’s jaw nearly drops to the floor. “You are dating Captain America?” he asks dumbfounded.

 Steve answers for you, “Yes she is.” You look up to Steve, a wide smile on your face. He winks down at you, a blush appears once again. Nick starts laughing and shaking his head. The bartender shows up with your shots, finally, but Steve requests that a server takes them to the table. You look over and see Sam and Bucky watching with wide eyes also.

“You know y/n, I shouldn’t be surprised, you always did love Captain America.” You snap your head towards Nick as he speaks. Oh shit, no no no. Steve shoots you a confused but ‘oh really?’ look. You awkwardly laugh and shrug your shoulders.

  “Oh you didn’t tell him did you? Dude, she has always had a crush on you.” Steve is going to think I’m a psychotic stalker now. Fuck, Nick ruins everything.

  Your eyes open wider than ever, you can’t even look at Steve. A loud, hearty laugh makes its way out of Steve, adding confusion to your embarrassment.

  “Good thing she finally has me, I’d hate to think of such a sweet girl being stuck with someone like you.” It was your jaw that almost hit the floor this time, Nick just looks pissed off. What the hell is Steve doing?

“Excuse me? You don’t even know-” Nick stars to defend himself but Steve shuts him down immediately.

  “But I do know, Nick. You’re the one that cheated on her correct? Numerous times? Then proceeded to try and get her back when she moved on with her life and came here, to me. If memory serves correctly, and it always does, she asked you to leave her alone. I don’t think stalking her in a bar was what she had in mind. So if I were you, I’d back off before you really make me angry.” Holy fucking balls. I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on in my life. I completely forgot I told the guys about Nick last week.

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  Nick starts to argue again, but then Steve does something to surprise you even further. He moves his hands to cup your face, and places a gentle, lingering kiss on your lips. You place your hands over his, cradling them in yours as he kisses you. Oh my God.  The butterflies in your stomach are bouncing off the walls, the spark shooting through your body is your new favorite addiction. Steve pulls away, but you find your lips chasing after his. When you open your eyes, his are already looking at you. You look around, seeing that Nick’s vanished from his prior spot. Steve puts his fingers under your chin, moving your face back to his.

“I hope I didn’t overstep any boundaries, you just looked so uncomfortable when I looked over here Y/n. I’m- ”

  “Don’t you dare say you are sorry, Steven Grant Rogers. Thank you for bailing me out of that. I think I might have cried if you didn’t save me,” you say. Steve pulls you into a hug, kissing the top of your head softly.

You both make your way back to the table. When you arrive, you’re welcomed with smirks from Sam and Bucky. You explain to them about what happened and how Steve saved your ass from being stuck talking to Nick. Bucky slaps Steve proudly on the back while still smirking. You try to stifle a laugh but barely contain it.

   “See Barnes, that is real 40’s charm,” you say, winking at Steve. You all laugh and continue drinking and talking about random things. Before you know it, you are trying to be a wing woman for Sam, while Steve and Bucky watch the scene before them. You’re both somewhat drunk by now; you had talked Sam into a tequila shot contest an hour ago. You won by 3 shots and you’re slightly regretting it now. Your wing woman skills are a little off, but you manage to help Sam get two girls numbers. After that, you two head back to the table, surprising Steve and Buck with the fact you actually completed the task. They suggest it’s time to head out after having to stop Sam from ordering more tequila for the both of you. On the way out, you feel eyes on  you. You glance over your shoulder and lock eye contact with Nick. He sends you a wink and blows you a kiss. You turn back around and connect your arm with Bucky’s since he is next to you.


 You finally make it back to your building, only feeling a little tipsy now.

   “So guys, we going to talk about that kiss that we saw earlier?” Sam asks, his words slightly slurring together. Way to be weird about it Sammy. You blush red, noticing Steve doing the same.

 "How about we don’t and we build a fort instead?“ You ask as you all step off the elevator onto your floor. Sam snaps his eyes to you, smiling like a child.

“FORT AND A SLEEPOVER?” He half shouts. You almost fall over laughing at how excited and drunk he is.

 "As long as your roommates don’t mind.“ You both send Steve and Bucky puppy eyes. They agree to a sleepover. You and Sam sprint to their door, he fumbles with the keys but finally unlocks it. You head straight for the couches and begin your night of fort building and laughs.


Time skip  3 hours…

  It took an hour to successfully turn the boys entire living room into a fort. Pillows stacked ridiculously high, blankets draping over as much of the room as they could. You’ve been laying in it for a while, watching Parks & Rec on Netflix. You hear a tiny snore and look around the fort. You see Sam and Bucky sleeping side by side. You cover your mouth with your hand so your laugh doesn’t wake them. Steve is still awake beside you, so you nudge his side and point to the boys. He shakes his head, trying not to laugh at the sight of them almost nuzzled together. You quickly take your phone out, snapping at least 20 pictures of them. Steve quietly starts to make his way out and you follow. He helps you to your feet, watching your tug the bottom of your dress back down. When you look up, his hands rubbing the back of his neck.

Nervous habit returns.

"You want a shirt y/n? You probably want to get out of that dress,” he says. His eyes instantly go wide, realizing that might sound like he was implying something.

You smile, letting out a quiet giggle. “Actually yeah, that would be great Steve. You just keep on saving me tonight, don’t you?” You ask playfully. He blushes in return and leads you to his room.

He picks a navy blue Brooklyn shirt out of his drawer, similar to the one Bucky wore tonight. He hands it to you  and shoos you toward the bathroom. Once you close the door, you realize you don’t have any pants. You shrug it off, and strip out of your dress. You look in the mirror. Steve shirt is a little shorter than your dress was on you, leaving your black cheek hugging underwear peeking out. If Steve’s uncomfortable, he’ll say so, right?

You walk out of the bathroom and your heart starts racing. Steve is laying on his bed, in only flannel pajama pants. His chest is on full display, making your mouth go dry. You can see every one of bulging muscles, making dirty thoughts swirl around your intoxicated mind. He sends you a shy smile, fidgeting with his hands in his lap.

“If you’re not okay with this-”

“I was actually going to say the same thing to you about my lack of pants. I think we can both manage to not be weird about this, right Captain?” You ask innocently. You see a flash of something in Steve’s eyes, but it disappears soon after. Fuck, I could die happy after tonight. You drop the dress and your bra into a pile on his floor & crawl into his bed next to him. He turns his lamp off and pulls the blanket over the two of you. You’re not really sure who moves first, but you eventually end up snuggling into his chest, while he pulls your body against his. You nuzzle your nose in the crook of his neck and can feel him shiver. How did we even end up here? I don’t think I’ve ever been this lucky.  As you’re about the fall asleep, you hear Steve’s voice.

“So…You’ve always had a thing for Captain America, huh?”

“Oh my God.” You shove your face into his chest, trying to hide the embarrassment on your face. You feel his chest start shaking from his laughter. “Please tell me you don’t think I’m a stalker Steve, because I swear-” You’re interrupted by his lips meeting yours in soft kiss. Your lips melt against his, the kiss switches from soft to a little more demanding. Steve shifts both of you so that his body is hovering over yours. His breath is fanning across your face as he takes In your appearance.  For the love of all things Holy, please just fucking kiss me.  As if he read your mind, he leans down, connecting your lips once again. You lace your hands in his hair, trying to deepen the kiss as much as possible.

  When he parts his lips from yours, you take the opportunity to flip positions. Steve is now underneath you, with wide eyes. You smirk down at him as you straddle him, and bend forward as you reconnect your lips in a heated kiss. His fingers are holding onto you hips hard enough that you are positive you’ll have bruises, but you never stop him.  You can feel him already hard underneath you, so you slowly grind yourself down on his erection. He groans into the kiss, making the heat in your core flare up even more. You nip at his lip before you move away from him. I can’t screw this up. What if he doesn’t want to move this fast? You move to cup his face in your hand, he leans into it while smiling up at you.

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“So you’re not weirded out?” You blurt out. Wow, I’m so smooth. You mentally face palm yourself at what you just said.

He chuckles, squeezing your waist a little tighter. You slip out a little moan, immediately covering your face with your hands. I really need to learn impulse control. You peek through your fingers at Steve, and he still has a goofy smile on his face.

“You really stopped kissing me to ask if it weirds me out that you have a thing for Captain America?” He playfully asks.

You roll your eyes and place both hands on his chest to hold yourself up. “I just…I don’t want you to think that is the only reason I like you. I like Steve Rogers, not just Captain America,” you say quietly.

“Not a lot of people see a difference between the two.”

“Well I do. I’d take the boy from Brooklyn over America’s golden boy any day.” You shove your finger in his chest as you speak. He laughs and lifts you off him so you are back on the bed.

“You sure this isn’t all the tequila talkin’, Ma'am? ”I can’t believe I’m turned on by him calling me ma'am. Seriously, how much cuter can he get?

“I sobered up as soon as I walked out and saw you in bed, Rogers.” He lets out a snort at your response.

“We’ll talk about this in the morning, Doll.”  Well, I can add Doll to the list with Ma'am now.

He pulls your body back to his, you rest your head on his chest once again. You tangle your legs with his and lay your hand on his stomach. Steve moves his hand, lacing your fingers with his. Yours eyes drift close as you fall into a warm, comfortable sleep.


     You wake up to the smell of bacon and coffee. When you move to stretch, you’re stopped by Steve’s arm holding onto you tightly. Some time during the night you must have shifted, because now he’s spooning you like there’s no tomorrow. You wiggles your back against him and feel his erection press into your butt. You stifle a moan at the feeling. You hear him grunt and he tightens his hold on you. He shoves his face into your hair and you release a small giggle.

  “And what are you giggling at?” His voice is gruff and filled with sleep.

   You turn yourself in his arms and plant a kiss his nose. His bedroom door flies open, revealing Sam with an apron on. You snort and being laughing at the sight. Steve groans at the interruption and rolls to his back.

“Well good morning you, too. I wasn’t interrupting anything, was I?” he asks while wiggling his eyebrows. Bucky shows up behind him smirking.

“Well well well, what do we have here? Doll, I’m hurt,” He pouts. You roll out of Steve’s bed and stand in front of the them. You kiss them both on the cheeks.

  “Good morning boys,” You purr as you walk towards the kitchen. Need. Coffee. Now.  As you walk away you hear a whistle behind you. You turn and see all three men’s eyes on your ass. Oh Crap. Pants. I forgot pants. Steve clears his throat, shaking the other two out of whatever thoughts were rolling through their minds.

  “Well sweetheart, I can honestly say I didn’t think you’d have a tattoo.”  You’ve got to be kidding me. How did I even forget. Your hand goes right to your right buttcheek, covering the black heart tattoo that occupies it.

  “Son of a bitch,” you mutter under your breath as you finally make it to the coffee pot. The boys follow suit, smirks playing on all their faces. You lean against the counter, holding the cup to your mouth.

“Jesus Sam, how much bacon did you make?” Steve asks as he stares at the mountain of food on the counter. You can’t believe how much Sam cooked either; there was a giant plate of bacon , pancakes, and hashbrowns.

  You hear Sam scoff, “I’m sorry, have you met you and boy wonder over there? You both eat like starving elephants.” You almost snort out the coffee in your mouth. The soldiers grumble as they start eating. You grab your own plate and seat yourself with them at  the table. As you’re all eating, you hear someone pounding at someone’s door. But it wasn’t the boy’s door. You realize it’s too loud to be on another floor, so you assume they are at your door. You place your plate down, making your way to the door. Steve is right behind you, when you stop he runs right into you. You send him a ‘what are you doing?’ look, but he just rubs the back of his neck.

  “Just making sure everythings okay.” You roll your eyes but open their door and peer your head into the hallway, trying to get a glimpse at whoever your visitor is. When you pop your head into the hall, you feel your blood begin to boil. The jackass pounding at your door at 10 am is Nick.

“Son of a bitch.” You hear Steve mumble under his breath.

Why can’t I ever just have a normal day?

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Suspect: Part 2

Pairing: Reader x Bucky (not yet)
Word Count: 1.8K
Warnings: Swearing

A/N: Still set during CA:TWS. I’m actually super proud of my writing here

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Part 1

A pulsating headache had been bugging you the last few hours, and you couldn’t be more happy that the clock had finally hit 5pm. Closing down your laptop, you start gathering your belongings and stuffing them into your bag. Grabbing your phone, you let out an annoyed sigh as it starts glitching.

“Great,” you sarcastically mumble to yourself as you grab your coat and bag,

“What is?” Dale’s voice sounds from beside you,

“My phone,” you sigh out, “It’s fucking up. Now I’m going to have to go by the Apple Store on my way home,”

Dale gives you a look of pity, “Well, not to be the barer of more bad news, but you can’t rush off yet, Chief wants us in the conference room. Emergency meeting,”

“What about?” you ask as your brows furrow.

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When Germany's Grumpy
  • Germany: My head head still hurts from the meeting yesterday. I couldn't sleep and I wasn't able to get any coffee. So today we're just going to sit here quietly and not make any sounds.
  • America: But dude-
  • Germany: No sounds America! That includes speaking!
  • N. Italy: Germany's grumpy today!
  • Germany: Yes. Yes I am. Now please play on your phone Italy.
  • America: ...snap at me but he nice to Italy I see-
  • Germany: ShUT UP!

Prussia breaking into a world meeting wearing baggy sweatpants, a snap-back turned side ways, dark sunglasses, and a plastic gold coloured necklace that has a gigantic fake-diamond studded euro symbol dangling from it before locking eyes with America, giving a slight nod and then they both start singing White & Nerdy by Weird Al perfectly with no instrumental whatsoever and the rest of the countries just sit there immobile and stare utterly horrified when the pair starts dancing to it on the world meeting table