summary: you just wanted a nice dinner out at a new restaurant with your boyfriend and your friends. then, you all realized the owner of this new restaurant was your ex-boyfriend. and carmy starts to get riled up and jealous.
word count: 2k
warnings: toxic ex-bf who kinda taunts carmy, jealous carmy
“C’mon, Carm. What’s the point of being a famous chef if you can’t get yourself on a VIP list for things like this?” You joked, shivering in the cold.
“I’m sorry, honey. C’mere,” he beckoned you towards him. He held out the sides of his jacket, so you could tuck your arms under and wrap them around his waist.
He loved being this close to you. He loved all of it.
The soft scent of your vanilla shampoo.
The way he felt important when you held onto him.
The way you rubbed your hands against his back.
The way he could feel each breath you took.
“I heard they have that soup you really like here. You gonna get some of that to warm you up?” He asked you, softly.
You knew he was just trying to distract you, but it worked. Warmth pooled in your belly as you imagined the hot soup. “Sounds nice,” you hummed against his chest, your eyes softly fluttering shut.
You both were oblivious to the smirks being passed around by Sydney, Richie, and Sugar as they waited with you.
One of their favorite pastimes was teasing you and Carmy for how you both constantly clung to each other.
Teasing felt like a justified revenge. They’d all accidentally walked in on you both making out in the office one too many times.
Carmy couldn’t help it. His life’s goal was to drown you in affection.
“Get a room.” Richie coughed under his breath, earning a few laughs from everyone.
A smirk slipped onto Carmy’s face. He simply flipped off Richie before wrapping his arms back around you.
“We could be worse. Don’t complain.” You threatened Richie softly. The sweet innocence of your voice juxtaposed perfectly against the barely-disguised threat.
“I’m surprised you both haven’t been arrested for public indecency.” Richie chuckled, rolling his eyes.
“We’ve been close a few times.” Carmy joked, gently squeezing your hips. Heat rushed to your cheeks. You buried your face in Carmy’s chest, feeling embarrassed.
Sugar groaned. “Don’t need that mental image.” She complained.
“Let’s change the subject.” Sydney said, transitioning into talking about a date she’d been on last week.
Finally, you all were brought inside and given a table.
“Here you go, sweetheart.” Carmy pulled your seat out for you.
Carmy let his fingers caress your thigh as you all looked at the menu. “You look really beautiful tonight. I love this dress on you.” He leaned over and whispered in your ear.
You squeezed his hand, running your thumb over his knuckles. “Maybe if you’re lucky, you’ll get to take it off of me later.” You whispered back to him, causing his eyes to go wide.
“Not fair to tease me like that, sweetheart,” he mumbled, sinking his fingers into your thigh.
He took a sip of his drink. Then, he coughed, almost choking on his drink. “You alright, cousin?” Richie asked.
“See anyone familiar?” Carmy asked, gesturing towards the back of the restaurant.
Standing by a booth in the back corner of the restaurant, there was a man standing in a chef’s uniform. You quickly recognized him as your ex-boyfriend.
“Oh, you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.” You groaned, putting your head in your hands.
Richie covered his mouth to stop himself from laughing. “Wait, who is that?” Sydney asked, seeing the shocked looks on yours, Carmy’s, Richie’s, and Sugar’s faces.
Your ex-boyfriend James.
You’d dated through all of high school and college.
The Berzattos were your next-door neighbors growing up, which is how you met Carmy and Sugar. You eventually started getting invited to all of the Berzatto family dinners. That’s how you met Richie.
All of them had seen you through the ups and downs of your relationship with James— Mostly downs.
“That would be my ex-boyfriend James.” You admitted.
“I’m guessing it didn’t end on good terms?” Sydney asked.
Carmy nodded as he gently rubbed your back. “He was such a dickhead. He used to start fights all the time over stupid shit.” Carmy explained.
You looked over your shoulder at Carmy, feeling helpless. “What do I do, Carmy?” You asked him, your voice coming out desperate.
“We can do whatever you want, sweetheart. It’s up to you.” He told you, comfortingly. You leaned into his shoulder, letting him wrap his arm around you.
“If you want to leave, we can leave, but I don’t think you should have to hide from that fucker. Let him see how happy you are without him. But it’s your call.” He whispered, kissing your temple.
You hesitated, thinking about it. You knew you had Carmy and the rest of your friends there to support you, but your chest still felt tight.
“Okay, I’m good.” You assured him, also trying to assure yourself.
Before you could take a breath, James was standing at your table. “Berzattos! So nice to see you again.” He said, cheerfully as he clasped onto Richie’s shoulder.
His hypocrisy was blatantly clear to you. He’d started so many fights with you over the years because of your close friendship to Carmy and Richie.
He couldn’t handle it and constantly accused you of cheating on him, most of his accusations were targeted at Carmy.
Then, James’ gaze landed on you. “Oh, you’re here too? So nice to see you, gorgeous,” his voice made your stomach knot up. You sunk your nails into your palm, forcing yourself to give him a polite smile.
“Don’t call her that.” Carmy practically growled. His jaw clenched as he looked at James.
James cocked his head to the side, turning his attention to Carmy. “Just an old habit. Don’t need to bite my head off, Carmen. We don’t have to keep doing this protective best friend act.” James said, referencing all the times Carmy had stood up to James for you.
“I’m actually her boyfriend.” Carmy snapped, protectively wrapping his arm around your shoulders.
James stepped back, seeming like he was actually shocked by the gesture. Then, the confident facade was back. “I always had a feeling about you two.” James said with a smirk that made your blood boil.
“Oh, shut the fuck up.” You groaned under your breath.
“Oh come on, gorgeous. Don’t get like that.” James scoffed at you.
Carmy’s hand clenched into a fist on the table. “I told you not to call her that.” He said, through gritted teeth.
“Carm, baby, it’s okay.” You whispered, trying to calm him down. You placed your hand on top of his, giving it a gentle squeeze.
“No, it’s not okay. He needs to learn some fucking respect.” Carmy snapped, but not loud enough that other patrons would hear.
“C’mon, just get lost, man. Go bother another table.” Richie said, noticing how uncomfortable both you and Carmy were.
Carmy was practically fuming, and his face was flushed.
“Alright, calm down.” James said, holding his hands up in surrender as he walked away.
Your table was silent as you processed what had just happened. “If you guys want to leave, we totally can.” Sydney suggested.
“We are not letting that asshole win.” You said, taking a sip of your wine.
Carmy kept his arm wrapped around your waist throughout the whole dinner— possessively staking his claim on you. He practically shot daggers at James any time he saw him.
Then, as you were waiting for dessert to be brought out, Carmy caught James staring at you. He was lurking against one of the back walls, looking you up and down and licking his lips.
Carmy pulled your chair closer to him, then leaned in towards you. “You really look breathtaking tonight.” Carmy said, placing soft gentle kisses in your neck.
Your hand flew to his hair, weaving through the dirty blonde curls. “Not here, Carmy,” you protested, trying to pretend you didn’t love the feeling of his lips on you.
“He’s fuckin’ staring. Wanna show him that you’re mine,” he growled against your skin.
You pulled away from him, feeling your cheeks burn. “Ignore him, baby. I’m yours and that’s all that matters.” You assured him, pressing a quick kiss to his lips.
You all got to the end of dinner, and James was still staring at you often.
Sugar and Richie had already gone home to spend time with their respective kids.
“Why don’t you two go wait outside. I’ll wait for the check. I can’t stand the way he’s watching you.” Carmy said, kissing your cheek.
He was ready to pounce on James if he said another word to you. “See you in a minute,” you said, squeezing his shoulders as you and Sydney walked outside.
You both stood silently on the street, leaning up against the cold brick wall of the restaurant. “I didn’t know you had such a thing for dating chefs.” Sydney joked, trying to make light of the situation.
“I didn’t even know he wanted to be a chef.” You admitted, “God, he’s such a douchebag.” You were finally able to laugh at how pathetic he’d acted all night. Sydney agreed, leaning her head back against the wall as she laughed.
“You don’t have to worry about him anymore. You’ve got a good one now. It was so satisfying watching Carmy really put him in his place.” Sydney said, thinking back to how protective he was.
You loved that you always felt safe with Carmy, and nothing else ever mattered.
“There you are. I was looking for you.” You both heard a voice say from beside you. James emerged from a side door of the restaurant.
“Oh, come on, man. Go fuck yourself.” Sydney groaned, rolling her eyes at his presence. He walked closer to you both, eyeing you up slowly. “I’m James. Who’re you? We didn’t get introduced because Carmen was too busy with his alpha male competition.” James groaned, sounding annoyed with the thought of Carmy.
“How did I ever fucking put up with you? You’re such a douchebag.” You said, laughing at the absurdity.
James cocked his head to the side— slowly and methodically. Then he laughed.
“Why are you even with that guy, gorgeous? You could be with somebody like me. I remember how to treat you right. I remember all the ways you like it.” He flirted, stepping even closer to you.
“You call me that again, and I’m going to slap you.” You warned. James wasn’t one to back down from a challenge. He stepped even closer to you, biting down on his bottom lip.
“So, were you always fucking Carmen behind my back? I always figured. I just hope he’s not surprised when you move on to the next guy.” James taunted.
“You’re not my boyfriend, thank god. So, I'm not having this argument. I know that I never cheated on you, so I don’t care what you believe.” You told him.
“How about one night with me? Keep little Berzatto on his toes. C’mon, gorgeous. You know you wanna.” He said, holding his hand out towards you.
You slapped him.
Quick and hard against his cheek. The skin instantly turned red as he clutched onto it. His eyes went wide— outraged that you’d actually lay a hand on him.
“She did warn you.” A voice came from behind James.
You saw Carmy smirking as he looked at you, proudly. He walked over to your side, slipping his arm around your waist. “That’s my beautiful girl.” He praised, kissing your cheek.
“Whatever. You Berzattos are all freaks and totally dysfunctional.” James said as he ran back inside the restaurant.
“Thanks for coming tonight, Syd. Sorry it ended up like this.” You apologized as Carmy leaned into your touch. Carmy still had a smirk glued to his face as the slap replayed in his head.
“Are you kidding? It was all worth it to see you slap the shit out of him. I’ll see you guys tomorrow though. Good night.” She waved as she started to walk home.
“So, not only is he a complete asshole, but his food was actually kinda gross. You’re a way better chef.” You whispered into Carmy’s ear.
“Oh yeah?” He asked, slipping his arms around your waist and kissing you. You hummed contently against his lips.
pairing: bucky barnes x joaquin’s sister!reader (kind of exes to lovers, but more of ex-almost lovers to lovers)
summary: you hadn’t seen bucky since the fight with thanos and that one-off kiss. but when he hears about you, sam, and joaquin’s fight at celestial island and your brother getting hurt, he comes to check on you at the hospital.
word count: 3.4k
a/n: rewatched bnw recently and came up with this idea
The moment replayed in your mind.
Sam’s voice over comms.
“Joaquin’s down. We need emergency medical now.”
It was all a blur.
Seeing your brother fall from the sky. Sitting beside him in the helicopter as you flew to the hospital. Squeezing his hand, hoping and praying for him to squeeze yours back.
“C’mon, stay with me, please…I can’t lose you.” You whispered into his ear.
Then, they brought him back into the operating room. Your anxiety only got worse when you couldn’t lay your eyes on him.
Sam jogged in shortly after you.
You were sitting on the floor in a ball. He rushed to your side. “Is he going to be okay?” You asked. Tears were streaming down your face as he helped you up.
“Of course he is. He’ll pull through. He’s a fighter.” He assured you. He held your hand tightly as he led you to the waiting room and found a chair for you.
“I’m going to go find a doctor and see what they can tell us. You stay here, and if you need anything, text me.” He said, before jogging off.
You didn’t remember how long it had been when he came back. Time always seemed to move so slow in a hospital.
He sat back down beside you, letting you collapse into his arms as you sobbed. He quietly comforted you. You knew it his counseling background, but you didn’t care. You just didn’t want to feel alone.
“He’s in surgery. They said there’s a viewing room if you want. I’m going to go, but you can stay here if you want.” He told you.
“I’ll stay here. I can’t see him like that— all cut up and everything. But thank you Sam.” You said, giving him a weak attempt at a smile.
Bucky was walking into a meeting with another member of Congress when his phone buzzed in his pocket.
A news article popped up on his phone— news coverage from Celestial Island.
The headline “Falcon, Joaquin Torres, Critically Injured After Fight at Celestial Island”
Oh, no. His heart sank.
His first thought was of you. All he wanted to do was comfort you, but he wasn’t sure if it was his place.
You and Bucky had a complicated relationship.
Years back, you met Sam at a coffee shop. You both hit it off, so you told him to call you if any superhero business ever happened.
You were trained in the martial arts and had been training since you were a child— constantly sparring with Joaquin.
You were the one who introduced Sam and Joaquin years later.
The call from Sam finally came after the Sokovia Accords. You went with him to the airport in Germany.
That was where you met Bucky and the rest of the gang.
You, Steve, Bucky, Sam, and Nat all ended up going on the run together.
You and Bucky quickly developed feelings for each other, but never acted on them. It was weird enough living outside the law. Neither of you wanted to add a relationship to the mix.
When you all landed in Wakanda, ready to fight against Thanos, Bucky was different— more distant.
He knew how big of a threat Thanos was— and he couldn’t hide how terrified he was. So, before the battle, he pulled you into a room by yourselves.
“If this goes wrong, I don’t want to have any regrets.” He said, and then he kissed you. Kissed you like his life depended on it— pushing all those years of feelings into the kiss. To his delight, you kissed him back.
Then, the battle happened.
Bucky was dusted.
And you hadn’t properly seen him since.
It was mostly Bucky’s doing. He was constantly worried that he wasn’t good enough for you and that he had too much baggage.
“I’m sorry, Congressman. I really have to go.” Bucky said, turning on his heel and heading for the door.
“Congressman Barnes. Where do you think you’re going?” The Congressman yelled at him.
Bucky ignored the screams and kept walking. He had to get to the hospital.
Sam heard the door behind him click open. He didn’t even have to turn around to know it was Bucky.
“How’d you know? Super soldier intuition?” Sam asked, not taking his eyes off Joaquin on the operating table. He felt like it was his duty to watch your brother for you.
Silently, Sam was wondering if maybe you’d texted Bucky about what happened and that’s why he was here.
Sam had a front row seat to yours and Bucky’s relationship over the years. He knew how much you both cared about each other— even if you both couldn’t admit it sometimes.
“I saw it on the news.” Bucky said, walking up to Sam’s side.
Silence fell over the room. Bucky watched the surgeons, trying to get any sense of how it was going.
“Does she know?” Bucky asked. His voice came out as soft as a whisper.
He didn’t even the courage to say your name. He hadn’t let himself say your name for years. It was too painful to think about how he blew everything with you.
“She knows. She was there.” Sam told him. Bucky swore under his breath, putting his face in his hands. He couldn’t imagine how traumatizing that must have been for you.
“You should go talk to her, you know that?” Sam said, nudging Bucky.
Bucky jumped up, doing a terrible job at hiding his shock. “She’s here?” He asked, eyebrows raised.
He hadn’t been in the same building as you in years. It put him on edge, like at any second you could walk through a door.
“Go talk to her.” Sam said. It was more of a demand than a suggestion. He noticed that familiar look in Bucky’s eyes. It was like Sam could see Bucky’s fight or flight response kick in.
The thought of facing you after all these years terrified Bucky.
“She doesn’t need me to make her life any more complicated.” Bucky gave the first excuse that came to mind— the one that sat in the back of his mind every time he thought about you.
“She needs you more than you think she does. Trust me.” Sam said.
Bucky froze. If he could get up the courage to talk to you— what would he even say?
Sam noticed Bucky’s hesitation. That counselor training kicked in again.
“What do you I even say to her? How do I explain why I wasn’t there for her all these years?” The vulnerability was clear in Bucky’s voice. This wasn’t him just making excuses to avoid his problems— this was a genuine question that he’d been searching for the answer to.
“None of that matters. Just show her that you’re here now.” Sam encouraged him, pulling him into a quick hug.
Taking a few shaky breaths, Bucky headed towards the waiting room.
He found you alone in the waiting room. You were nervously shaking your leg and fiddling with the rings on your fingers.
He took another breath to steady himself before walking towards you.
You finally looked up when he was about five feet in front of you.
“Hey, gumdrop,” the nickname rolling off his tongue like no time had passed.
You broke. Tears started streaming from your eyes. They weren’t necessarily bad tears. You had hit your emotional capacity worrying about Joaquin. Seeing Bucky just sent you over the edge.
He quickly kneeled in front of you, pulling you into his arms.
You let yourself relax into his grip and let the emotions wash over you. You sobbed into his chest.
It felt nice to have someone be steady for you, so you could let go and stop being the strong one.
He caressed your back, whispering soft assurances in your ear. “I’m here. I promise, I’ve got ya,” his voice brought you more comfort than you thought it would.
“Bucky, it’s so bad. Everything has gone to shit. They don’t know if he’s going to make it.” You rambled in between sobs.
It broke his heart to hear you like that. He hated himself for staying away so long. He should have been there for you.
“Hey, hey, hey, look at me,” he took your hands in his, “don’t talk like that, it’ll all be alright.”
You looked down at his hands cradling your own. There was only one other time Bucky had held your hands— right before the kiss when he said he didn’t want any regrets.
You could see in Bucky’s eyes that the same moment was replaying in his mind too.
“You want to take a walk and get some air?” He asked you softly. He knew it wasn’t the time to delve into your complicated history, but it ate away at him.
He kissed you, so he wouldn’t have any regrets if he died, but he’d had so many regrets since then.
“I can’t leave him.” Your voice cracked as you thought about your brother.
Bucky shook his head, squeezing your hands. “I told Sam to call me the second anything changes. I promise we won’t go far.” He assured you.
You slowly agreed, letting him pull you to your feet.
You and Bucky walked hand in hand. His metal fingers intertwined with your flesh ones. Such a simple gesture that you had dreamed about for years.
You both found a quiet little garden attached to the hospital. There was a small metal sign outside that it was a place for loved ones to have some peace and quiet. There was no one around.
Bucky led you over to one of the wooden benches tucked between two large cherry blossom trees.
“Did Sam tell you to check on me?” You asked softly. He gently shook his head.
“I saw it on the news. I just knew I had to be here, but I didn’t know if you’d be here or not. If you weren’t, I was going to watch over your brother for you.” He told you.
You reached for his hand, placing it on your thigh. The physical touch made you feel a little more grounded and helped to calm your swirling thoughts.
“How have you been?” Bucky asked. He couldn’t express how genuinely interested he was in your life. It had killed him to stay away.
“Just trying to survive really and keeping Sam and Joaquin from getting themselves killed,” you told him, honestly. He could hear the tiredness in your voice. You’d been struggling to keep it together all on your own.
“I’m so sorry. There should be someone looking after you too. You shouldn’t have to do this all on your own.” Bucky apologized.
You refused to meet his gaze— knowing you’d just melt into his arms if you looked into his eyes. “It’s okay, Bucky. It’s not your job to look after me.” You said, pretending the words didn’t pain you.
Bucky looking after you and protecting you like you were his was the dream.
“What if I want it to be?” His voice was hesitant, terrified at how you’d react. Silence. He listened to your breathing as he waited for you to respond.
“What do you mean?” Your voice shook.
You couldn’t get your hopes up only to have them crash back down again.
“I want to take care of you and be that person you can rely on.” He confessed.
You finally looked up at him. His crystal blue eyes stared back into yours, searching your expression for a sign of how you felt.
“Why didn’t you come find me? After that kiss, after everything. Why did you stay away?” You asked him.
He sighed— trying to force himself to be vulnerable with you. He knew he needed to be, but that didn’t help with the knot in his stomach.
“I didn’t want to make your life complicated. I have so much baggage. I can never just be a normal guy.” He told you, giving you a weak smile.
His words echoed in your mind. You wondered if Bucky would ever understand that you never wanted him to be anyone but himself.
“I didn’t want a normal guy. I wanted you, Bucky. I wanted the guy that always knew how to cheer me up and the guy that used to cuddle into my side when we watched movies.” You watched as your words washed over him.
“Well…what about now? Do you still want that guy? Or did you move on?” He asked.
After all these years, you still knew Bucky too well. You could tell he was anxious from the way he furrowed his brow and focused on you.
“Well, I’ve been thinking about our kiss for years. I’ve been wondering what it would be like to kiss without the threat of a purple alien and dimensional war.” You told him.
“Congressman Barnes at your service.” He said, smiling as he leaned in to kiss you.
He cupped your face with both his hands. His lips were just as soft as you remembered. Your stomach felt fluttery as he kissed you with a gentleness you’d never seen before.
Your first kiss was rushed and short— but not this one. This was intentional and meant to express how much you’d both been longing for each other.
Your fingers traced up his sides. You’d started to forget what his muscles felt like under your hands, and you were glad to refamiliarize yourself.
You both pulled away— large smiles on both of your faces. “When your brother wakes up, I’ll make sure to ask him for his blessing.” Bucky assured you, lacing his fingers through yours.
Bzzzz. Bzzzz. Bzzzz.
Bucky’s phone.
You straightened up in your seat. “Is it Sam?” You asked as Bucky quickly answered the phone.
He quietly nodded as he listened to the phone. You jumped up to your feet, feeling like you were about to need to rush to your brother.
“Hey, Buck. They said surgery is expected to last another couple hours, but everything looks good. They have a room set up for after the surgery that you guys can wait in whenever you’re done making out.” Sam explained.
“He’s okay.” Bucky mouthed to you, giving your hand a squeeze. You took a deep breath before sitting back down beside Bucky.
“You spying on us, Sam?” Bucky asked, cocking his head to the side.
“Nope, just a good guess. I was right though, wasn’t I?” Sam teased.
Bucky rolled his eyes and hung up.
“They said the risky part of the surgery is over, and everything is looking good. They expect it to be another couple hours, but the room he’ll be brought to after surgery is ready. Sam said we can go wait in there whenever we’re done making out, direct quote.” Bucky told you.
A giggle slipped through your lips. Hearing your laugh again made Bucky feel warm and fuzzy inside.
“C’mon, let’s go.” Bucky grabbed your hand and led you upstairs to the hospital room.
“When do you have to go back to work, Congressman Barnes?” You asked, gesturing at Bucky’s suit as you both walked down the hallway.
He shook his head, massaging his thumb against the back of your hand. “This is more important. I can stay overnight and keep you company. You’ll probably be here a while.” He said, leaning over and kissing your temple.
“Bucky, you’re a member of Congress. You have more important things to worry about than this. I’ll be fine on my own.” You lied, feeling guilty.
He stopped walking, pulling you to the side of the hallway. “Nothing’s more important than you.” He said, softly kissing your lips.
“Thought I heard you lovebirds out here,” you both heard someone say beside you. You both pulled away and saw Sam sticking his head out of the room assigned to Joaquin.
“You mind keeping her company? I’m gonna run home really quick and pack an overnight bag for her, some pajamas and a blanket and whatnot.” Bucky said, resting his hand on the small of your back.
Sam quickly nodded. “Of course. I’m not leaving any time soon.” He assured Bucky.
“Be back soon, gumdrop.” Bucky said, pecking your lips before leaving.
“He’s still calling you gumdrop?” Sam teased as you walked into the room. You rolled your eyes at him, flicking his arm.
“Why don’t you get some sleep? I’ll stay up.” Sam said, gesturing towards the couch as he sat down in the chair next to the hospital bed.
“You promise you’ll wake me up if there’s an update?” You asked, raising your eyebrows at him. He nodded, assuring you he would.
He helped you fold down the back of the couch, so you could sleep on it like a mattress.
Bucky came back to the hospital an hour later. He had a bag packed with pajamas for both you and him. Along with a blanket, toothbrushes, and your favorite book to keep you occupied.
He walked into the room and noticed how quiet it was. Sam was quietly scribbling away in a notebook. You were curled up lying down, fast asleep. He swore his heart skipped a beat seeing you so peaceful.
Bucky set his bag down, tugging the blanket out. He nestled himself behind you on the couch, throwing the blanket over both of you.
He wrapped his arm snugly around your waist. Even while asleep, you leaned further into his touch. Sam had to fight back the smirk on his face.
You felt someone softly shake your shoulder, waking you up. “What’s wrong? Is it Joaquin?” You asked, squinting at the bright hospital lights.
“He’s out of surgery and awake. Everything went great. He’s here.” Bucky said, softly.
You fully sat up and saw Bucky and Sam standing up. They were several nurses wheeling Joaquin through the door.
As soon as Joaquin’s eyes landed on yours, he gave you a small smile. It made your heart swell. He was okay. He was still Joaquin— happy and upbeat Joaquin.
Once the nurses left, you raced to his side. “Can I give you a hug? I’m so relieved that you’re okay.” You asked him.
“C’mere, sis,” he said, holding his arms out. You gently gave him a hug— not wanting to hurt him.
“I’m glad you’re alright. You really scared us there for a while.” Sam said, squeezing Joaquin’s hand.
Then, Joaquin noticed Bucky standing behind you. “Oh uh…hey, Bucky. What’re you doing here?” Joaquin asked, confused. They knew each other and were friendly enough, but nothing beyond acquaintances.
Most of what Joaquin knew about Bucky, he knew through you and Sam and your friendships with Bucky.
“I heard about what happened on the news. I didn’t want you or your sister to be alone right now.” Bucky said, simply. His hand gently found its place on the small of your back.
“That’s really nice, man. I appreciate it.” He said, reaching out to shake Bucky’s hand.
You tried not to laugh as you saw the way Sam was smirking at you both. Bucky brushed off Sam’s look. This was the moment.
Probably best to do this while Joaquin was still on pain meds.
“While I’m here, I actually wanted to ask you a question.” Bucky started. Joaquin’s interest was peaked.
“I know you’re both as close as family gets. So, I wouldn’t do this without your blessing, but your sister is so special to me. I really would love your blessing to take her on a date.” Bucky said, nervously drumming his fingers on your back.
Joaquin furrowed his brows in confusion. The Winter Soldier wanted to date his sister? He hadn’t been around for all your years on the run, so he didn’t know anything about the romantic tension between the two of you.
He looked over at Sam. “The three of you are really close, so you’ve seen them together. Does he treat my sister right?” Joaquin asked Sam, knowing he’d be the expert on the subject.
Sam just smiled and nodded. Then, Joaquin looked at you, studying your expression. “You really like him, don’t you?” He asked, grinning at you. He was able to read you better than most people.
“Yeah, I do. I have for a really long time.” You said, smiling back at him.
“Whatever approval you need to make my sister happy, you have it.” Joaquin said, genuinely. You were beaming. You couldn’t help it. Bucky wrapped his arm around your waist, tugging you into his side.
“Feels kinda weird you asking me for my blessing when you’re old enough to be my great grandpa.” Joaquin joked.
pairing: bucky barnes x joaquin’s sister!reader (kind of exes to lovers, but more of ex-almost lovers to lovers)
summary: you hadn’t seen bucky since the fight with thanos and that one-off kiss. but when he hears about you, sam, and joaquin’s fight at celestial island and your brother getting hurt, he comes to check on you at the hospital.
word count: 3.4k
a/n: rewatched bnw recently and came up with this idea
The moment replayed in your mind.
Sam’s voice over comms.
“Joaquin’s down. We need emergency medical now.”
It was all a blur.
Seeing your brother fall from the sky. Sitting beside him in the helicopter as you flew to the hospital. Squeezing his hand, hoping and praying for him to squeeze yours back.
“C’mon, stay with me, please…I can’t lose you.” You whispered into his ear.
Then, they brought him back into the operating room. Your anxiety only got worse when you couldn’t lay your eyes on him.
Sam jogged in shortly after you.
You were sitting on the floor in a ball. He rushed to your side. “Is he going to be okay?” You asked. Tears were streaming down your face as he helped you up.
“Of course he is. He’ll pull through. He’s a fighter.” He assured you. He held your hand tightly as he led you to the waiting room and found a chair for you.
“I’m going to go find a doctor and see what they can tell us. You stay here, and if you need anything, text me.” He said, before jogging off.
You didn’t remember how long it had been when he came back. Time always seemed to move so slow in a hospital.
He sat back down beside you, letting you collapse into his arms as you sobbed. He quietly comforted you. You knew it his counseling background, but you didn’t care. You just didn’t want to feel alone.
“He’s in surgery. They said there’s a viewing room if you want. I’m going to go, but you can stay here if you want.” He told you.
“I’ll stay here. I can’t see him like that— all cut up and everything. But thank you Sam.” You said, giving him a weak attempt at a smile.
Bucky was walking into a meeting with another member of Congress when his phone buzzed in his pocket.
A news article popped up on his phone— news coverage from Celestial Island.
The headline “Falcon, Joaquin Torres, Critically Injured After Fight at Celestial Island”
Oh, no. His heart sank.
His first thought was of you. All he wanted to do was comfort you, but he wasn’t sure if it was his place.
You and Bucky had a complicated relationship.
Years back, you met Sam at a coffee shop. You both hit it off, so you told him to call you if any superhero business ever happened.
You were trained in the martial arts and had been training since you were a child— constantly sparring with Joaquin.
You were the one who introduced Sam and Joaquin years later.
The call from Sam finally came after the Sokovia Accords. You went with him to the airport in Germany.
That was where you met Bucky and the rest of the gang.
You, Steve, Bucky, Sam, and Nat all ended up going on the run together.
You and Bucky quickly developed feelings for each other, but never acted on them. It was weird enough living outside the law. Neither of you wanted to add a relationship to the mix.
When you all landed in Wakanda, ready to fight against Thanos, Bucky was different— more distant.
He knew how big of a threat Thanos was— and he couldn’t hide how terrified he was. So, before the battle, he pulled you into a room by yourselves.
“If this goes wrong, I don’t want to have any regrets.” He said, and then he kissed you. Kissed you like his life depended on it— pushing all those years of feelings into the kiss. To his delight, you kissed him back.
Then, the battle happened.
Bucky was dusted.
And you hadn’t properly seen him since.
It was mostly Bucky’s doing. He was constantly worried that he wasn’t good enough for you and that he had too much baggage.
“I’m sorry, Congressman. I really have to go.” Bucky said, turning on his heel and heading for the door.
“Congressman Barnes. Where do you think you’re going?” The Congressman yelled at him.
Bucky ignored the screams and kept walking. He had to get to the hospital.
Sam heard the door behind him click open. He didn’t even have to turn around to know it was Bucky.
“How’d you know? Super soldier intuition?” Sam asked, not taking his eyes off Joaquin on the operating table. He felt like it was his duty to watch your brother for you.
Silently, Sam was wondering if maybe you’d texted Bucky about what happened and that’s why he was here.
Sam had a front row seat to yours and Bucky’s relationship over the years. He knew how much you both cared about each other— even if you both couldn’t admit it sometimes.
“I saw it on the news.” Bucky said, walking up to Sam’s side.
Silence fell over the room. Bucky watched the surgeons, trying to get any sense of how it was going.
“Does she know?” Bucky asked. His voice came out as soft as a whisper.
He didn’t even the courage to say your name. He hadn’t let himself say your name for years. It was too painful to think about how he blew everything with you.
“She knows. She was there.” Sam told him. Bucky swore under his breath, putting his face in his hands. He couldn’t imagine how traumatizing that must have been for you.
“You should go talk to her, you know that?” Sam said, nudging Bucky.
Bucky jumped up, doing a terrible job at hiding his shock. “She’s here?” He asked, eyebrows raised.
He hadn’t been in the same building as you in years. It put him on edge, like at any second you could walk through a door.
“Go talk to her.” Sam said. It was more of a demand than a suggestion. He noticed that familiar look in Bucky’s eyes. It was like Sam could see Bucky’s fight or flight response kick in.
The thought of facing you after all these years terrified Bucky.
“She doesn’t need me to make her life any more complicated.” Bucky gave the first excuse that came to mind— the one that sat in the back of his mind every time he thought about you.
“She needs you more than you think she does. Trust me.” Sam said.
Bucky froze. If he could get up the courage to talk to you— what would he even say?
Sam noticed Bucky’s hesitation. That counselor training kicked in again.
“What do you I even say to her? How do I explain why I wasn’t there for her all these years?” The vulnerability was clear in Bucky’s voice. This wasn’t him just making excuses to avoid his problems— this was a genuine question that he’d been searching for the answer to.
“None of that matters. Just show her that you’re here now.” Sam encouraged him, pulling him into a quick hug.
Taking a few shaky breaths, Bucky headed towards the waiting room.
He found you alone in the waiting room. You were nervously shaking your leg and fiddling with the rings on your fingers.
He took another breath to steady himself before walking towards you.
You finally looked up when he was about five feet in front of you.
“Hey, gumdrop,” the nickname rolling off his tongue like no time had passed.
You broke. Tears started streaming from your eyes. They weren’t necessarily bad tears. You had hit your emotional capacity worrying about Joaquin. Seeing Bucky just sent you over the edge.
He quickly kneeled in front of you, pulling you into his arms.
You let yourself relax into his grip and let the emotions wash over you. You sobbed into his chest.
It felt nice to have someone be steady for you, so you could let go and stop being the strong one.
He caressed your back, whispering soft assurances in your ear. “I’m here. I promise, I’ve got ya,” his voice brought you more comfort than you thought it would.
“Bucky, it’s so bad. Everything has gone to shit. They don’t know if he’s going to make it.” You rambled in between sobs.
It broke his heart to hear you like that. He hated himself for staying away so long. He should have been there for you.
“Hey, hey, hey, look at me,” he took your hands in his, “don’t talk like that, it’ll all be alright.”
You looked down at his hands cradling your own. There was only one other time Bucky had held your hands— right before the kiss when he said he didn’t want any regrets.
You could see in Bucky’s eyes that the same moment was replaying in his mind too.
“You want to take a walk and get some air?” He asked you softly. He knew it wasn’t the time to delve into your complicated history, but it ate away at him.
He kissed you, so he wouldn’t have any regrets if he died, but he’d had so many regrets since then.
“I can’t leave him.” Your voice cracked as you thought about your brother.
Bucky shook his head, squeezing your hands. “I told Sam to call me the second anything changes. I promise we won’t go far.” He assured you.
You slowly agreed, letting him pull you to your feet.
You and Bucky walked hand in hand. His metal fingers intertwined with your flesh ones. Such a simple gesture that you had dreamed about for years.
You both found a quiet little garden attached to the hospital. There was a small metal sign outside that it was a place for loved ones to have some peace and quiet. There was no one around.
Bucky led you over to one of the wooden benches tucked between two large cherry blossom trees.
“Did Sam tell you to check on me?” You asked softly. He gently shook his head.
“I saw it on the news. I just knew I had to be here, but I didn’t know if you’d be here or not. If you weren’t, I was going to watch over your brother for you.” He told you.
You reached for his hand, placing it on your thigh. The physical touch made you feel a little more grounded and helped to calm your swirling thoughts.
“How have you been?” Bucky asked. He couldn’t express how genuinely interested he was in your life. It had killed him to stay away.
“Just trying to survive really and keeping Sam and Joaquin from getting themselves killed,” you told him, honestly. He could hear the tiredness in your voice. You’d been struggling to keep it together all on your own.
“I’m so sorry. There should be someone looking after you too. You shouldn’t have to do this all on your own.” Bucky apologized.
You refused to meet his gaze— knowing you’d just melt into his arms if you looked into his eyes. “It’s okay, Bucky. It’s not your job to look after me.” You said, pretending the words didn’t pain you.
Bucky looking after you and protecting you like you were his was the dream.
“What if I want it to be?” His voice was hesitant, terrified at how you’d react. Silence. He listened to your breathing as he waited for you to respond.
“What do you mean?” Your voice shook.
You couldn’t get your hopes up only to have them crash back down again.
“I want to take care of you and be that person you can rely on.” He confessed.
You finally looked up at him. His crystal blue eyes stared back into yours, searching your expression for a sign of how you felt.
“Why didn’t you come find me? After that kiss, after everything. Why did you stay away?” You asked him.
He sighed— trying to force himself to be vulnerable with you. He knew he needed to be, but that didn’t help with the knot in his stomach.
“I didn’t want to make your life complicated. I have so much baggage. I can never just be a normal guy.” He told you, giving you a weak smile.
His words echoed in your mind. You wondered if Bucky would ever understand that you never wanted him to be anyone but himself.
“I didn’t want a normal guy. I wanted you, Bucky. I wanted the guy that always knew how to cheer me up and the guy that used to cuddle into my side when we watched movies.” You watched as your words washed over him.
“Well…what about now? Do you still want that guy? Or did you move on?” He asked.
After all these years, you still knew Bucky too well. You could tell he was anxious from the way he furrowed his brow and focused on you.
“Well, I’ve been thinking about our kiss for years. I’ve been wondering what it would be like to kiss without the threat of a purple alien and dimensional war.” You told him.
“Congressman Barnes at your service.” He said, smiling as he leaned in to kiss you.
He cupped your face with both his hands. His lips were just as soft as you remembered. Your stomach felt fluttery as he kissed you with a gentleness you’d never seen before.
Your first kiss was rushed and short— but not this one. This was intentional and meant to express how much you’d both been longing for each other.
Your fingers traced up his sides. You’d started to forget what his muscles felt like under your hands, and you were glad to refamiliarize yourself.
You both pulled away— large smiles on both of your faces. “When your brother wakes up, I’ll make sure to ask him for his blessing.” Bucky assured you, lacing his fingers through yours.
Bzzzz. Bzzzz. Bzzzz.
Bucky’s phone.
You straightened up in your seat. “Is it Sam?” You asked as Bucky quickly answered the phone.
He quietly nodded as he listened to the phone. You jumped up to your feet, feeling like you were about to need to rush to your brother.
“Hey, Buck. They said surgery is expected to last another couple hours, but everything looks good. They have a room set up for after the surgery that you guys can wait in whenever you’re done making out.” Sam explained.
“He’s okay.” Bucky mouthed to you, giving your hand a squeeze. You took a deep breath before sitting back down beside Bucky.
“You spying on us, Sam?” Bucky asked, cocking his head to the side.
“Nope, just a good guess. I was right though, wasn’t I?” Sam teased.
Bucky rolled his eyes and hung up.
“They said the risky part of the surgery is over, and everything is looking good. They expect it to be another couple hours, but the room he’ll be brought to after surgery is ready. Sam said we can go wait in there whenever we’re done making out, direct quote.” Bucky told you.
A giggle slipped through your lips. Hearing your laugh again made Bucky feel warm and fuzzy inside.
“C’mon, let’s go.” Bucky grabbed your hand and led you upstairs to the hospital room.
“When do you have to go back to work, Congressman Barnes?” You asked, gesturing at Bucky’s suit as you both walked down the hallway.
He shook his head, massaging his thumb against the back of your hand. “This is more important. I can stay overnight and keep you company. You’ll probably be here a while.” He said, leaning over and kissing your temple.
“Bucky, you’re a member of Congress. You have more important things to worry about than this. I’ll be fine on my own.” You lied, feeling guilty.
He stopped walking, pulling you to the side of the hallway. “Nothing’s more important than you.” He said, softly kissing your lips.
“Thought I heard you lovebirds out here,” you both heard someone say beside you. You both pulled away and saw Sam sticking his head out of the room assigned to Joaquin.
“You mind keeping her company? I’m gonna run home really quick and pack an overnight bag for her, some pajamas and a blanket and whatnot.” Bucky said, resting his hand on the small of your back.
Sam quickly nodded. “Of course. I’m not leaving any time soon.” He assured Bucky.
“Be back soon, gumdrop.” Bucky said, pecking your lips before leaving.
“He’s still calling you gumdrop?” Sam teased as you walked into the room. You rolled your eyes at him, flicking his arm.
“Why don’t you get some sleep? I’ll stay up.” Sam said, gesturing towards the couch as he sat down in the chair next to the hospital bed.
“You promise you’ll wake me up if there’s an update?” You asked, raising your eyebrows at him. He nodded, assuring you he would.
He helped you fold down the back of the couch, so you could sleep on it like a mattress.
Bucky came back to the hospital an hour later. He had a bag packed with pajamas for both you and him. Along with a blanket, toothbrushes, and your favorite book to keep you occupied.
He walked into the room and noticed how quiet it was. Sam was quietly scribbling away in a notebook. You were curled up lying down, fast asleep. He swore his heart skipped a beat seeing you so peaceful.
Bucky set his bag down, tugging the blanket out. He nestled himself behind you on the couch, throwing the blanket over both of you.
He wrapped his arm snugly around your waist. Even while asleep, you leaned further into his touch. Sam had to fight back the smirk on his face.
You felt someone softly shake your shoulder, waking you up. “What’s wrong? Is it Joaquin?” You asked, squinting at the bright hospital lights.
“He’s out of surgery and awake. Everything went great. He’s here.” Bucky said, softly.
You fully sat up and saw Bucky and Sam standing up. They were several nurses wheeling Joaquin through the door.
As soon as Joaquin’s eyes landed on yours, he gave you a small smile. It made your heart swell. He was okay. He was still Joaquin— happy and upbeat Joaquin.
Once the nurses left, you raced to his side. “Can I give you a hug? I’m so relieved that you’re okay.” You asked him.
“C’mere, sis,” he said, holding his arms out. You gently gave him a hug— not wanting to hurt him.
“I’m glad you’re alright. You really scared us there for a while.” Sam said, squeezing Joaquin’s hand.
Then, Joaquin noticed Bucky standing behind you. “Oh uh…hey, Bucky. What’re you doing here?” Joaquin asked, confused. They knew each other and were friendly enough, but nothing beyond acquaintances.
Most of what Joaquin knew about Bucky, he knew through you and Sam and your friendships with Bucky.
“I heard about what happened on the news. I didn’t want you or your sister to be alone right now.” Bucky said, simply. His hand gently found its place on the small of your back.
“That’s really nice, man. I appreciate it.” He said, reaching out to shake Bucky’s hand.
You tried not to laugh as you saw the way Sam was smirking at you both. Bucky brushed off Sam’s look. This was the moment.
Probably best to do this while Joaquin was still on pain meds.
“While I’m here, I actually wanted to ask you a question.” Bucky started. Joaquin’s interest was peaked.
“I know you’re both as close as family gets. So, I wouldn’t do this without your blessing, but your sister is so special to me. I really would love your blessing to take her on a date.” Bucky said, nervously drumming his fingers on your back.
Joaquin furrowed his brows in confusion. The Winter Soldier wanted to date his sister? He hadn’t been around for all your years on the run, so he didn’t know anything about the romantic tension between the two of you.
He looked over at Sam. “The three of you are really close, so you’ve seen them together. Does he treat my sister right?” Joaquin asked Sam, knowing he’d be the expert on the subject.
Sam just smiled and nodded. Then, Joaquin looked at you, studying your expression. “You really like him, don’t you?” He asked, grinning at you. He was able to read you better than most people.
“Yeah, I do. I have for a really long time.” You said, smiling back at him.
“Whatever approval you need to make my sister happy, you have it.” Joaquin said, genuinely. You were beaming. You couldn’t help it. Bucky wrapped his arm around your waist, tugging you into his side.
“Feels kinda weird you asking me for my blessing when you’re old enough to be my great grandpa.” Joaquin joked.
I recently found your Tyler Owens fics (specifically the guest lecture fic) and I kept thinking about a similar situation but with Boone’s sis/sibling (possibly a low income family situation where their parents could only send one of the kids to school and Boone chose to be the stay at home sibling and since he wanted to chase storms)
Idk this is just a big idea dump since I suck at writing and I love your style 🩵
tysm🩵🩵🩵 this is such a cute idea, but i unfortunately don’t do requests anymore but i love this
summary: carmy berzatto loves his girl. like it’s his whole personality. and he makes sure you and everyone else know it. this specific time, it’s buying a chain with your name engraved on it.
word count: 1.3k
You glanced down at your watch and then back at the front door.
Carmy was supposed to be here by now.
Today was The Bear’s monthly deep cleaning day where the whole team came in super early to deep clean the kitchen and dining room. It was notoriously the most stressful day of the month.
Cleaning day always made Carmy’s perfectionist tendencies come out, which was lethal when mixed with Richie’s desire to get under Carmy’s skin.
As Carmy’s girlfriend and one of the only people Richie listened to, it became your job to keep them from jumping at each other’s throats.
So, you were just hoping to survive the day and make it out in one piece.
“Guess I’ll give out the cleaning assignments since Carmy’s not here yet.” You said, grabbing the clipboard and getting everyone’s attention.
“Cousin expects us to clean while he’s probably still at home sleeping?” Richie complained. You agreed that it was abnormal that Carmy was late, but you wanted to prevent a big fight between Richie and Carmy.
“He’ll be here, Richie.” You assured him.
Richie groaned, taking a swig of his coffee. “I think you’re the one to blame if Carmy isn’t getting enough sleep.” Richie teased, winking at you.
You jokingly swatted his arm with the clipboard. “Stop being a child or I’ll make you do Carmy’s chores too.” You threatened. He quickly held his arms up in surrender.
“I’m sorry. I should be thanking you. He’s so much more tolerable when he’s getting laid.” Richie said with a deep chuckle. The whole team sighed, shaking off Richie’s comment.
It was too early for the mental image of two of their friends fucking.
You flicked Richie’s forehead, earning a wince from him. “Richie, can we please just get this over with? We’re all tired, and we want to go home as soon as possible.” You complained.
He nodded his head, gesturing for you to continue speaking.
You had warned Carmy that it was risky letting Richie know about your relationship— but Carmy couldn’t bare to keep his hands off you long enough to maintain a secret.
Carmy’s love language was definitely physical touch. He loved showing you off as his to everyone he could.
He always had at least one hand touching you, and if he didn’t, he had that lovestruck expression and was staring at you.
You gave everyone their assignments for the day. Just as everyone was standing up and about to start working, the front door was tugged open and revealed Carmy.
“He lives!” Richie sarcastically cheered as he walked towards the kitchen.
Carmy caught your gaze. He stared back at you with an apologetic expression. He gave you a soft smile— ignoring everyone else in the room.
He crossed the room towards you. “Good morning, sweetheart.” He greeted, giving you a quick kiss.
You noticed the extra chain around his neck, tucked securely into his shirt. You were going to ask, but you were worried if you kept Carmy from starting his chores any longer that Richie would riot.
“I got these for you.” Carmy said, pulling out a bouquet of flowers from behind his back.
It was a beautiful arrangement— wrapped in brown paper with gold ribbon tied into a bow. “Carmy, it’s six in the morning. You didn’t have to stop to get me flowers.” You told him.
He shrugged. It was second nature for him at this point. “But I walked by this farmer’s market that was setting up, and I saw this bouquet. The colors reminded me of your eyes.” He told you.
“You’re so sweet. I love you. Thank you so much.” You said, smiling up at him.
“Of course. You deserve the best.” He said, giving you one last kiss before you both got to work.
As the whole team cleaned all morning, Carmy would always find your gaze and smile at you or blow kisses your way.
It was finally lunch time, and the team had finished all the cleaning that needed to be done.
Carmy finished putting away some of the cleaning supplies. It was an understatement to say he was ready for lunch. Richie had complained all day about the fact that Carmy had been late.
Carmy was ready to have some time without the chaos of Richie screaming.
He snuck into the office, knowing you’d be in there. He quietly closed the door behind him. When he turned around, he saw you sitting down on the couch.
A smile was instantly on his face as his eyes locked with yours.
“You needed some peace and quiet too?” You asked him, patting the space beside you on the couch.
“I just needed to see you.” He said, collapsing next to you and practically melting into your touch. He rested his head on your shoulder, letting you scratch your nails through his hair.
“You make me feel so calm despite all the chaos out there. Being with you is the only time it’s quiet in my brain. God, I’m so fucking broken.” He said, chuckling as he wrapped his arms snugly around your waist.
You were speechless. The words flowed from his mouth like poetry. Praising you was like a language Carmy was fluent in.
“Carmen Berzatto, that is the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me.” You said, shifting yourself onto his lap.
His eyes focused on you, watching to see what your next move was. When you leaned in and connected your lips to his, he didn’t waste any time kissing you back.
His palms pressed up against your back— staking you as his with every touch.
Your fingers slipped under his shirt, exploring and memorizing how his skin felt under your fingertips.
Before you both knew it, you were tugging his shirt off over his head.
He buried his face in your neck, kissing the skin. It was sloppy, but also methodical. He knew how much you loved it.
Out of the corner of your eye, a glint caught your eye— the sun reflected off his chain. It caught your attention.
It wasn’t just an extra chain that he was wearing. It was a new chain with a heart pendant. Your heart warmed at the gesture.
Then, it flipped against his skin. The delicate engraving caught your eye, and you realized it was your initials.
Carmy felt you freeze and stopped working on the hickey he was giving you. “You feelin’ okay?” He asked, letting his hands land on your hips.
He gave your hips a squeeze— the reassuring squeeze that he often gave you when he checked in with you.
He grew more concerned as you sat there speechless.
Finally, you reached out and took the pendant between your fingers. “You got a necklace with my initials?” You asked as you admired the details.
He kissed your cheek. “Of course I did. You’re my everything.” He said, simply.
There was never any doubt in his words.
Carmy wasn’t like the other guys you’d dated that had skated around the idea of commitment. Carmy let you know that he was yours and he would continue to be for as long as you allowed him.
“That reminds me,” he said, tugging a small box out of his pocket. His eyes lit up as he handed you the box— so genuinely excited to see your reaction.
You popped the box open and saw a simple bracelet, then noticed the engraving on the inside of the band.
You’re the calm in my storm ~ Love you, Bear
“I love you so fucking much.” You said, cupping his face and kissing him. You both smiled into the kiss— smiles so big that it almost made you both laugh.
He grabbed the bracelet from the box and delicately clasped it around your wrist.
“You’re so perfect. I don’t know how I got so lucky.” You said, studying his face as you raked your fingers through his hair.
“The feeling is mutual.” He said, kissing your forehead.
summary: couples have disagreements— it’s normal. but after getting shaken by an argument with you, carmy is distracted at work, leading to a fire and his priorities shifting into place.
word count: 1.3k
a/n: just some cute fluff in honor of the next season of the bear coming out tomorrow
You laid on your couch, cuddling up against your dog as you tried to push your most recent fight with your boyfriend out of your mind
You and Carmy didn’t fight often, which is why your stomach was in such tight knots.
He’d stayed over at your apartment last night after taking you out to dinner. Everything went fine— better than fine, everything was great. You both had an amazing time, and you both were still very happy when you woke up this morning.
Carmy had pulled into his chest, cuddling with you against the sheets. Just like he always did— trying to savor all the time he could with you before his alarm went off.
Then, you made a comment suggesting the idea of you both living together.
You weren’t asking him to commit to anything right then and there. You just wanted him to know it’s something that had been on your mind.
Then, Carmy froze up. You waited for a response.
“Oh, I don’t know.” He mumbled, noticeably nervous.
He kept feeding you non-answers, and you got irritated.
You snapped at him. “If you don’t want to, just say that. Don’t push me away and lie to me and only pretend you’re interested.” You finally yelled.
He pulled away from you and ran off to get dressed. You tried to talk to him, but he rushed out to The Bear, mumbling something about needing to go in early.
Carmy was such a special guy— you knew that. He made you feel so loved and supported, until this morning.
You wanted more. More commitment. And you didn’t know if Carmy could give it to you.
You were brought out of your thoughts by your phone buzzing. You quickly glanced down at the screen and saw Richie’s name flashing across.
You hit the decline button, dropping your phone back onto the couch.
Had Carmy talked to him about the fight? Was he going to meddle and try to help patch things up? You didn’t want to think about it right now.
A second or two passed, and your phone started buzzing again.
You pressed accept and held it up to your ear. Before you could even say anything, Richie started rambling.
You didn’t catch most of the words since he was talking so fast. You could hear a lot of commotion, like people around him were yelling— which wasn’t unusual for the Bear.
You managed to catch a few words — “Carmy” “upset” and “fire”
“Richie, slow down. There was a fire? Is Carmy okay?” You asked him urgently.
You could feel your palms start to sweat as thoughts of worst case scenarios flooded your mind.
Your heart was racing. You could hear it thudding like a drum in your ears.
“Yeah, I think he’s fine now, but you need to get down here.” He told you.
He didn’t have to tell you twice— you were already running out your front door.
Your legs carried you faster than they ever had as you sprinted towards The Bear.
You wouldn’t be able to calm your anxiety until you saw that Carmy was okay with your own eyes.
It normally took you twenty minutes to get to the restaurant from your apartment, but it only took ten.
You bursted open the front doors, running inside.
You saw Richie, Sydney, and Marcus sitting at a table and talking. Sydney had her head in her hands. The all looked tense— the tension filled the room, making you feel like you were suffocating.
“Back office with Sugar,” Richie told you, already anticipating your question.
You ran past them into the kitchen.
Your eyes landed on scorch marks up the wall and on the floor. You saw a pan full of food that had been burnt to a crisp.
You could imagine how big the flames had been to create marks like that. And you thought about what flames like that could have done to Carmy.
You pushed aside those thoughts and moved towards the office.
Standing in the doorway, you saw Carmy sitting in a chair with his head hanging between his knees. Sugar was there talking to him— her voice was muffled to you as you watched Carmy.
You scanned over his body, checking for any burns or cuts.
You had to be sure that he okay.
He wasn’t responding to anything she was saying. He just stared down at the floor with a vacant expression. You weren’t even sure he was hearing her.
Sugar glanced over at you. She recognized the look of anxiety that you both were currently wearing.
She gently placed her hand on Carmy’s shoulder. “Someone’s here to see you, Carm.” She told him.
He jumped up to his feet when his eyes landed on yours.
You both closed the distance, meeting each other halfway. He clutched onto your body, tightening his grip around your waist.
He felt delicate in your arms— like he was seconds away from breaking and shattering completely.
“Baby, are you okay? I heard about the fire. Did you get hurt?” You asked him quickly.
Sugar walked past, giving you both some privacy, and then closed the door behind her.
You noticed as his shoulders tensed and then started to shake. Was he…?
He was crying.
“I’m so sorry about this morning. I fucked up. Of course I want to live with you. I don’t want you to think that I’m not committed to this, to us. I just started to spiral. You’re my entire world. I knew that without you, I’d have nothing. And that really freaked me out, but I am all in. I love you so much.” He explained.
The emotion in his voice pulled at your heartstrings. “I know, baby. I love you too. I’m so glad you didn’t get hurt.” You said, rubbing his back.
You both stayed like that for a while— not saying a word and just holding each other.
When he stopped shaking in your arms, you brought him over to the couch in the room. He sat down beside you and then tugged you into his lap.
“I was so worried.” You said, caressing his cheek. He leaned into your touch. This morning, he’d been so worried that he pushed you away that he wondered if he’d ever feel your touch again.
His palm pressed against your own. His hand felt rough on your skin. He let his fingers slid through yours, interlacing them.
“I was distracted all morning. I just kept thinking about our fight and how wrong I’d been. I had a panic attack thinking I’d lost you. I just froze up, and I was just watching the pan burn. I couldn’t even move to stop it. I don’t know what would have happened if Richie hadn’t walked in right then.” Carmy recalled, rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand as he spoke.
“I meant what I said before. I want to give you more, and I want to live with you. We could find a new apartment with a nice kitchen for me to cook and big windows like the one you’re always talking about.” He said, pressing his lips against the back of your hand.
The more he talked about it, you could see how much Carmy had thought of your future together.
“I didn’t know you thought about our future like that.” You said, honestly. He squeezed your hand. “Of course I do. You’re my favorite person in the world and the prettiest girl in the world. I’m not stupid enough to not know that.” He said.
His words melted your heart, feeling butterflies in your stomach. “I love you so much, Carm.” You leaned in to kiss him.
“We’re gonna close up here for the rest of the day. You want to go back to your apartment and we can start looking online at places?” He mumbled against your lips.
“Yeah, that sounds really good.” You said, kissing him again.
summary: you haven’t seen bucky since your hookup at your dad’s barbecue. when your dad tells you that the team had a really rough mission, you decide to pay bucky a visit to distract him.
word count: 2.3k
warnings: smut, unprotected sex, oral (m recieving), shower sex, walker talks to bucky through the door in the middle, dirty talk, age gap, pinch of degradation, minors DNI
part 1 can be read here
a/n: i had a couple ideas for a part two but a big thanks to @sc0rpioprincess for encouraging it
You didn’t know what you were thinking— in fact, you probably weren’t and that was the problem.
But, when your dad mentioned a really rough mission for the team, your feet had a mind of their own. And all of a sudden, you were walking towards the Watchtower.
Your dad sounded really defeated on the phone. All your brain could focus on the thought of Bucky looking just as defeated. He deserved someone to cheer him up.
You quickly tracked your dad’s location, and it showed that they were just outside the city and moving quickly. You assumed they were on the jet.
You carefully snuck up to the tower and found your way to Bucky’s room.
You changed into the lingerie set that you had brought with you and then pulled your sweatshirt and sweatpants on over top.
You laid down on Bucky’s bed— waiting for him to return. It was probably only ten or fifteen minutes, but it felt like hours. You rethought your decision several times and almost psyched yourself out and left.
Then the knob of his door slowly clicked and turned open. Bucky looked sullen— staring down at his boots.
“You doing alright?” You asked, catching his attention. His eyes snapped up to see you lying on his bed. He swore under his breath, quickly closing the door behind him and locking it.
“Sweetheart, what’re you doing here? Your dad could’ve seen you. How did you even get in here?” He asked, walking over to bed.
He didn’t sit down yet. He knew once he got within arm’s reach of you, there’d be no stopping him.
“You don’t think the military-obsessed John Walker taught his daughter a few tricks?” You asked, smirking up at him. That smirk was enough to drive Bucky mad.
“We can’t do this— not here.” He said, gesturing around him. His mind was racing with all the ways this could go wrong.
You stood up and closed the distance between the two of you. His chest was pressed flush against yours. You could feel his chest rise with every breath he took.
“Just tell me what you want, Bucky. I like you, and you like me. So what do you want to do? Would you rather get a hotel room? Then let’s get a hotel room.” You told him.
He thought about it. A hotel room would solve the fear he had of Walker bursting through his bedroom door while he was balls deep inside of you.
“Fuck, you know I can’t wait that long.” He said, pouncing on you. His hands found the back of your thighs, like he’d done it one hundred times. He lifted you up effortlessly, wrapping your legs around his waist.
You kissed him back and poured everything you had into it. It’d been two weeks since your hookup, and you hadn’t stopped thinking about him since.
His lips hungrily moved against yours, and you didn’t have to wonder if he’d been thinking about you as much as you’d been thinking about him.
He slowly walked towards your bed, gently laying you down and climbing on top of you. The weight of his body on yours was enough to convince yourself you weren’t dreaming.
“I’ve been thinking about you.” You mumbled against his lips. He practically growled into the kiss— bucking his hips up against your clothed core. Your panties were wet just from the anticipation.
He pulled out of the kiss. “You been thinking about when I fucked you with your dad in the next room? And now, you’re here again when you know somebody could catch us? Gonna drive me crazy, my dirty fucking girl,” he said, moving to straddle your lap.
He tore off his leather jacket, exposing the cool metal of his arm. Your stomach lurched as you remembered how he’d pinned you down with that arm.
He looked down at you— noticing how dark your eyes had gone. Your puffy lips that were begging him to kiss them.
“Can’t believe I’ve got you so needy for this cock. I can see you bad you need it— how much you crave it.” He said before diving back in to kiss you.
You hooked your legs around one of his thighs, softly grinding against his jeans. He knew exactly what you were doing, but didn’t stop you. He loved it— hearing you whine against the kiss and get off on his thigh.
His hands slipped up under your sweatshirt, exploring your stomach. His fingers came in contact with something that felt like lace. He paused, grabbing your hips to stop you.
You froze, worried you’d done something wrong. “What’re you wearing under this, sweetheart?” He asked. His mind ran wild with possibilities.
“Why don’t you find out?” You teased him. He grabbed the hem of your sweatshirt and pulled it over your head.
You watched as a shudder rolled through his body. “What is this?” He groaned under his breath.
Your bra was lacy and maroon. Bucky rolled his hips against yours, not even realizing he was doing it. “You look so fuckin’ gorgeous.” He growled, reaching out to cup your breasts.
You grabbed his hands, stopping him. “It’s a matching set.” You practically whispered. His eyes turned dark with lust. He ripped your sweatpants down your legs.
He laid eyes on the panties of a matching color, but made of mesh— leaving everything on display for him, including your growing wet patch.
“I wanted to cheer you up.” You said, with a fake innocent smile. He saw right through the charade. It took all of his self control to not fuck you until you were begging him to stop.
“Oh, this has cheered me up pretty well, sweetheart. To thank you for this beautiful present, I’ll let you pick what we do.” He encouraged you, still mesmerizing by the way the maroon fabric looked against your skin.
“I wanna suck your cock.” You said, simply. Bucky swore under his breath, jutting his hips against yours. The words were so dirty but paired with such an innocent smile.
“Didn’t let me finish last time. I want you to cum in my mouth— wanna taste you.” You told him.
It only took Bucky a couple seconds to kick off his boots and then tear off his pants and boxers.
He scooted to the end of the bed, where you had sunk down to your knees. “Such a dirty girl for me,” he said, admiring the sinful look in your eyes.
The cocky smirk on his face vanished as soon as he felt your tongue. He swore and balled the sheets up in his fists. Your tongue traced every curve of his length, teasingly.
Bucky was so responsive under your touch that it only encouraged you. Soft groans as he bit down on his lip. Tightening his grip on the sheets. Jutting his hips further towards you.
Finally, you wrapped your lips around him— letting his cock sink into your mouth. He called out your name, one hand jumping to grab at your hair.
“Just like that, sweetheart. Takin’ me so well,” he moaned, bucking his hips into your mouth. You took him deeper— determined to make him fit. Your eyes watered as his cock brushed against the back of your throat.
Your effort didn’t go unnoticed. “Look at you, sweetheart. So desperate for my cock. Just can’t get enough, can you?” He teased.
You moaned against him, causing him to swear under his breath.
Then, a knock at the door.
“Hey, Bucky. You doing alright after the mission?” A familiar voice came from the other side of the door— not just any voice, your dad’s voice.
You saw Bucky’s eyes go wide, holding your head still. He tried to clear his throat and catch his breath. “I’m fine, Walker.” He called back, trying to get him to leave as quickly as possible.
Bucky’s stomach lurched when he noticed a devious smirk on your face. You grabbed his balls with your free hand, massaging them lightly. He shook his head at you with a stern expression.
A muffled moan slipped through his lips. “You sure you’re alright? We’re all gonna order some pizza, if you want to join.” Walker continued talking.
You continued sucking off Bucky, loving the way his eyes rolled back. His chest rapidly rose and fell. “No, I’m good.” He responded. C’mon, Walker, get the memo. Bucky prayed he would just leave.
You had a new determination, using every trick you knew. You sped up your pace. Bucky brought his fist up to his mouth, biting into the skin to hold back from moaning.
He was worried that Walker would be able to hear the wet sounds as your mouth expertly moved up and down his length. Bucky started to twitch in your mouth. You knew he was close.
He tightened his grip in your hair, determined to not cum while your dad was on the other side of the door.
“I’m here if you need to talk about it.” Walker started to say. He continued talking, but neither of you could focus on a word he was saying.
Bucky pushed his hips into you, then his legs started to shake. “Oh, shit,” he swore under his breath as his cock shot ropes of cum down your throat.
He collapsed back against the bed, gasping for breath as quietly as he could. You swallowed against his length, earning a muffled groan from Bucky. “I know it was a rough mission, but we’re here for you, Bucky.” Walker said.
“Yeah…uhhhh…thanks. I’m just gonna try to…get some rest. Talk to you guys tomorrow.” Bucky responded, still breathless.
With that, Walker finally left.
Bucky sat up and looked at how you were innocently sitting on the floor in front of him. He caught a glimpse of how soaked your panties were.
“Such a dirty girl, making me cum while your dad is ten feet away. I see how wet it made you.” He said, pulling you up to press a kiss to your lips.
He swept you up off your feet, carrying you towards the connected bathroom. “Gonna make sure nobody interrupts us this time though,” he said, starting the shower.
As the water heated up, he took his time slowly peeling your bra and panties off your body. “Can’t believe you’re all mine,” he mumbled, plunging two fingers up into your folds, taking you by surprise.
You couldn’t stop the high-pitched moan that fell from your lips as you moaned Bucky’s name.
He retracted his fingers, leaving you feeling empty. You whined at the loss of contact, pushing your hips forward against nothing.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. Gonna make you cum so hard you see stars,” he said, tugging you into the shower with him.
The warm water coated your body, but did nothing to quell the hunger in your belly. Bucky pinned you against the wall of the shower. He wasn’t wasting any time.
He hiked your leg up around his waist as he lined his cock up with your entrance. He hissed as he pushed further into you. “Forgot how tight you were,” he mumbled, kissing behind your ear.
He softly sucked at the skin, starting to work on a hickey. Then, he jutted his hips forward, bottoming out.
Your head fell back against the cold tile, whimpering under Bucky’s touch. His free hand found your nipple, teasing the sensitive bud between his index finger and thumb.
“You have no idea how beautiful you look coming apart for me.” He said, praising you. His favorite part about fucking you was watching the way your face contorted in pleasure.
“Fuck me harder, Bucky, please,” you begged him.
Your words went straight to his core. He grasped at your hips, starting to thrust into you at an animalistic pace. The super soldier part of the man had taken over.
All you had to do was squeeze his cock and he was clay ready for you to mold. He snapped his hips into yours over and over relentlessly. He chased that feeling— the tightening in his stomach that told him he was close.
As his thrusts sped up, his cock repeatedly brushed against your clit. You called out his name, grasping at his hair. You laced his wavy hair through your fingers, squeezing it as he rammed into you.
“I know you’re close, honey. Go ahead, cum all over my cock. Show me what a dirty girl you can be.” He groaned in your ear.
Your chest felt heavy as you gasped for air. He hoisted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist, slamming into your tight cunt. The new angle let him fuck you up into the wall.
“I’m gonna…oh, fuck, Bucky, baby.” You moaned as your orgasm hit you. He hit his peak, shooting his seed deep inside you. You felt your walls clench around him.
“Yes, baby. Milk me, take it all.” He praised you, earning a moan from you as you came down from your high.
“You’re so beautiful.” He said, kissing you gently and softly, “you wanna spend the night?”
You leaned into his touch. “But my dad—” you started to make an excuse.
Bucky shook his head. “He won’t bother me again tonight, and I’ll sneak you out early tomorrow morning and give you a ride home.” He suggested.
A smile slipped onto your face, unable to say no to him. He pulled you into his chest and began softly shampooing your hair.
It was such a blissful night in. After your shower, Bucky leant you a pair of his pajamas. You both cuddled in his bed and watched some movies. You both spent most of the time talking over the movies, but it was nice to just be in his embrace.
And he made sure to make you cum a few more times before bringing you home the next morning.
summary: you haven’t seen bucky since your hookup at your dad’s barbecue. when your dad tells you that the team had a really rough mission, you decide to pay bucky a visit to distract him.
word count: 2.3k
warnings: smut, unprotected sex, oral (m recieving), shower sex, walker talks to bucky through the door in the middle, dirty talk, age gap, pinch of degradation, minors DNI
part 1 can be read here
a/n: i had a couple ideas for a part two but a big thanks to @sc0rpioprincess for encouraging it
You didn’t know what you were thinking— in fact, you probably weren’t and that was the problem.
But, when your dad mentioned a really rough mission for the team, your feet had a mind of their own. And all of a sudden, you were walking towards the Watchtower.
Your dad sounded really defeated on the phone. All your brain could focus on the thought of Bucky looking just as defeated. He deserved someone to cheer him up.
You quickly tracked your dad’s location, and it showed that they were just outside the city and moving quickly. You assumed they were on the jet.
You carefully snuck up to the tower and found your way to Bucky’s room.
You changed into the lingerie set that you had brought with you and then pulled your sweatshirt and sweatpants on over top.
You laid down on Bucky’s bed— waiting for him to return. It was probably only ten or fifteen minutes, but it felt like hours. You rethought your decision several times and almost psyched yourself out and left.
Then the knob of his door slowly clicked and turned open. Bucky looked sullen— staring down at his boots.
“You doing alright?” You asked, catching his attention. His eyes snapped up to see you lying on his bed. He swore under his breath, quickly closing the door behind him and locking it.
“Sweetheart, what’re you doing here? Your dad could’ve seen you. How did you even get in here?” He asked, walking over to bed.
He didn’t sit down yet. He knew once he got within arm’s reach of you, there’d be no stopping him.
“You don’t think the military-obsessed John Walker taught his daughter a few tricks?” You asked, smirking up at him. That smirk was enough to drive Bucky mad.
“We can’t do this— not here.” He said, gesturing around him. His mind was racing with all the ways this could go wrong.
You stood up and closed the distance between the two of you. His chest was pressed flush against yours. You could feel his chest rise with every breath he took.
“Just tell me what you want, Bucky. I like you, and you like me. So what do you want to do? Would you rather get a hotel room? Then let’s get a hotel room.” You told him.
He thought about it. A hotel room would solve the fear he had of Walker bursting through his bedroom door while he was balls deep inside of you.
“Fuck, you know I can’t wait that long.” He said, pouncing on you. His hands found the back of your thighs, like he’d done it one hundred times. He lifted you up effortlessly, wrapping your legs around his waist.
You kissed him back and poured everything you had into it. It’d been two weeks since your hookup, and you hadn’t stopped thinking about him since.
His lips hungrily moved against yours, and you didn’t have to wonder if he’d been thinking about you as much as you’d been thinking about him.
He slowly walked towards your bed, gently laying you down and climbing on top of you. The weight of his body on yours was enough to convince yourself you weren’t dreaming.
“I’ve been thinking about you.” You mumbled against his lips. He practically growled into the kiss— bucking his hips up against your clothed core. Your panties were wet just from the anticipation.
He pulled out of the kiss. “You been thinking about when I fucked you with your dad in the next room? And now, you’re here again when you know somebody could catch us? Gonna drive me crazy, my dirty fucking girl,” he said, moving to straddle your lap.
He tore off his leather jacket, exposing the cool metal of his arm. Your stomach lurched as you remembered how he’d pinned you down with that arm.
He looked down at you— noticing how dark your eyes had gone. Your puffy lips that were begging him to kiss them.
“Can’t believe I’ve got you so needy for this cock. I can see you bad you need it— how much you crave it.” He said before diving back in to kiss you.
You hooked your legs around one of his thighs, softly grinding against his jeans. He knew exactly what you were doing, but didn’t stop you. He loved it— hearing you whine against the kiss and get off on his thigh.
His hands slipped up under your sweatshirt, exploring your stomach. His fingers came in contact with something that felt like lace. He paused, grabbing your hips to stop you.
You froze, worried you’d done something wrong. “What’re you wearing under this, sweetheart?” He asked. His mind ran wild with possibilities.
“Why don’t you find out?” You teased him. He grabbed the hem of your sweatshirt and pulled it over your head.
You watched as a shudder rolled through his body. “What is this?” He groaned under his breath.
Your bra was lacy and maroon. Bucky rolled his hips against yours, not even realizing he was doing it. “You look so fuckin’ gorgeous.” He growled, reaching out to cup your breasts.
You grabbed his hands, stopping him. “It’s a matching set.” You practically whispered. His eyes turned dark with lust. He ripped your sweatpants down your legs.
He laid eyes on the panties of a matching color, but made of mesh— leaving everything on display for him, including your growing wet patch.
“I wanted to cheer you up.” You said, with a fake innocent smile. He saw right through the charade. It took all of his self control to not fuck you until you were begging him to stop.
“Oh, this has cheered me up pretty well, sweetheart. To thank you for this beautiful present, I’ll let you pick what we do.” He encouraged you, still mesmerizing by the way the maroon fabric looked against your skin.
“I wanna suck your cock.” You said, simply. Bucky swore under his breath, jutting his hips against yours. The words were so dirty but paired with such an innocent smile.
“Didn’t let me finish last time. I want you to cum in my mouth— wanna taste you.” You told him.
It only took Bucky a couple seconds to kick off his boots and then tear off his pants and boxers.
He scooted to the end of the bed, where you had sunk down to your knees. “Such a dirty girl for me,” he said, admiring the sinful look in your eyes.
The cocky smirk on his face vanished as soon as he felt your tongue. He swore and balled the sheets up in his fists. Your tongue traced every curve of his length, teasingly.
Bucky was so responsive under your touch that it only encouraged you. Soft groans as he bit down on his lip. Tightening his grip on the sheets. Jutting his hips further towards you.
Finally, you wrapped your lips around him— letting his cock sink into your mouth. He called out your name, one hand jumping to grab at your hair.
“Just like that, sweetheart. Takin’ me so well,” he moaned, bucking his hips into your mouth. You took him deeper— determined to make him fit. Your eyes watered as his cock brushed against the back of your throat.
Your effort didn’t go unnoticed. “Look at you, sweetheart. So desperate for my cock. Just can’t get enough, can you?” He teased.
You moaned against him, causing him to swear under his breath.
Then, a knock at the door.
“Hey, Bucky. You doing alright after the mission?” A familiar voice came from the other side of the door— not just any voice, your dad’s voice.
You saw Bucky’s eyes go wide, holding your head still. He tried to clear his throat and catch his breath. “I’m fine, Walker.” He called back, trying to get him to leave as quickly as possible.
Bucky’s stomach lurched when he noticed a devious smirk on your face. You grabbed his balls with your free hand, massaging them lightly. He shook his head at you with a stern expression.
A muffled moan slipped through his lips. “You sure you’re alright? We’re all gonna order some pizza, if you want to join.” Walker continued talking.
You continued sucking off Bucky, loving the way his eyes rolled back. His chest rapidly rose and fell. “No, I’m good.” He responded. C’mon, Walker, get the memo. Bucky prayed he would just leave.
You had a new determination, using every trick you knew. You sped up your pace. Bucky brought his fist up to his mouth, biting into the skin to hold back from moaning.
He was worried that Walker would be able to hear the wet sounds as your mouth expertly moved up and down his length. Bucky started to twitch in your mouth. You knew he was close.
He tightened his grip in your hair, determined to not cum while your dad was on the other side of the door.
“I’m here if you need to talk about it.” Walker started to say. He continued talking, but neither of you could focus on a word he was saying.
Bucky pushed his hips into you, then his legs started to shake. “Oh, shit,” he swore under his breath as his cock shot ropes of cum down your throat.
He collapsed back against the bed, gasping for breath as quietly as he could. You swallowed against his length, earning a muffled groan from Bucky. “I know it was a rough mission, but we’re here for you, Bucky.” Walker said.
“Yeah…uhhhh…thanks. I’m just gonna try to…get some rest. Talk to you guys tomorrow.” Bucky responded, still breathless.
With that, Walker finally left.
Bucky sat up and looked at how you were innocently sitting on the floor in front of him. He caught a glimpse of how soaked your panties were.
“Such a dirty girl, making me cum while your dad is ten feet away. I see how wet it made you.” He said, pulling you up to press a kiss to your lips.
He swept you up off your feet, carrying you towards the connected bathroom. “Gonna make sure nobody interrupts us this time though,” he said, starting the shower.
As the water heated up, he took his time slowly peeling your bra and panties off your body. “Can’t believe you’re all mine,” he mumbled, plunging two fingers up into your folds, taking you by surprise.
You couldn’t stop the high-pitched moan that fell from your lips as you moaned Bucky’s name.
He retracted his fingers, leaving you feeling empty. You whined at the loss of contact, pushing your hips forward against nothing.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. Gonna make you cum so hard you see stars,” he said, tugging you into the shower with him.
The warm water coated your body, but did nothing to quell the hunger in your belly. Bucky pinned you against the wall of the shower. He wasn’t wasting any time.
He hiked your leg up around his waist as he lined his cock up with your entrance. He hissed as he pushed further into you. “Forgot how tight you were,” he mumbled, kissing behind your ear.
He softly sucked at the skin, starting to work on a hickey. Then, he jutted his hips forward, bottoming out.
Your head fell back against the cold tile, whimpering under Bucky’s touch. His free hand found your nipple, teasing the sensitive bud between his index finger and thumb.
“You have no idea how beautiful you look coming apart for me.” He said, praising you. His favorite part about fucking you was watching the way your face contorted in pleasure.
“Fuck me harder, Bucky, please,” you begged him.
Your words went straight to his core. He grasped at your hips, starting to thrust into you at an animalistic pace. The super soldier part of the man had taken over.
All you had to do was squeeze his cock and he was clay ready for you to mold. He snapped his hips into yours over and over relentlessly. He chased that feeling— the tightening in his stomach that told him he was close.
As his thrusts sped up, his cock repeatedly brushed against your clit. You called out his name, grasping at his hair. You laced his wavy hair through your fingers, squeezing it as he rammed into you.
“I know you’re close, honey. Go ahead, cum all over my cock. Show me what a dirty girl you can be.” He groaned in your ear.
Your chest felt heavy as you gasped for air. He hoisted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist, slamming into your tight cunt. The new angle let him fuck you up into the wall.
“I’m gonna…oh, fuck, Bucky, baby.” You moaned as your orgasm hit you. He hit his peak, shooting his seed deep inside you. You felt your walls clench around him.
“Yes, baby. Milk me, take it all.” He praised you, earning a moan from you as you came down from your high.
“You’re so beautiful.” He said, kissing you gently and softly, “you wanna spend the night?”
You leaned into his touch. “But my dad—” you started to make an excuse.
Bucky shook his head. “He won’t bother me again tonight, and I’ll sneak you out early tomorrow morning and give you a ride home.” He suggested.
A smile slipped onto your face, unable to say no to him. He pulled you into his chest and began softly shampooing your hair.
It was such a blissful night in. After your shower, Bucky leant you a pair of his pajamas. You both cuddled in his bed and watched some movies. You both spent most of the time talking over the movies, but it was nice to just be in his embrace.
And he made sure to make you cum a few more times before bringing you home the next morning.
summary: you should’ve known that a secret relationship with john while living with spies could only last so long. so, you’re not exactly shocked when yelena bursts into your room and finds you both in bed.
word count: 1.2k
a/n: reader has ice powers
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful.” John said. His voice came out soft and gentle. You couldn’t see his face in the dark room, but you could perfectly imagine that soft doting smile.
His limbs were intertwined with yours, perfectly melded together under the sheets. The mixture of the warmth his body was radiating and the feeling of his arms wrapped around yours made your whole body relax and feel fuzzy.
He nuzzled his face further into your neck, pressing kisses down your collarbone. “It’s getting late. You should head back to your room before you fall asleep.” You tried to pull out of his grasp.
His grip around your waist tightened, not letting you leave his side. “What if I stayed over tonight? Just wanna keep on holding you,” he said, peppering kisses on your face.
“It’s too risky. What if someone sees you leave my room in the morning? Or if they go to your room and can’t find you?” You made excuses. Of course, you didn’t want John to leave.
Your relationship existed strictly behind closed doors. Neither of you wanted to mess with the team dynamics. If they found out that you both were dating, you both would never hear the end of it.
So, you both settled for late nights in each others arms before one of you snuck out to go back to your own room.
“Please, sweetheart? I’ll wake up early and go back to my room. I just want to fall asleep with you in my arms, just this one time.” He begged you, sealing your lips in a kiss. You melted into the kiss, your hands sneaking around to the nape of his neck.
“Fine, but just for tonight,” You mumbled, against his lips.
“God, I love you.” He said, covering your face in kisses. You couldn’t help but giggle at the affection. “You’re such a dork. Now go to sleep.” You said, laying your head down on his chest.
You both should’ve known that secrets were absolutely a no-go in a tower full of spies.
Because while you both were falling asleep, unbeknownst to you, Bob, Yelena, and Ava were all in the kitchen. Yelena was making them all macaroni and cheese as a late night snack.
She left the kitchen for only a couple minutes, instructing Bob to watch the pan. When she came back, the pot was on fire and Bob and Ava were scrambling to find the fire extinguisher.
“How do we not have a fire extinguisher? How are we supposed to put out fires?” Ava snapped at Bob.
“What did you do?” Yelena yelled, watching the flames that were slowly growing out of the pan. She turned on her heel, running down the hall to your room to see you— the member of the team who had ice powers. It was the only solution Yelena could think of.
She slammed your door open, standing in the doorway. “We need your help in the kitchen.” She yelled, waking you up. The room was so dark that her eyes took a minute to adjust.
“Who started a fire this time?” You mumbled as you sat up and stretched the sleep from the muscles.
“What’s going on?” John grumbled beside you.
You froze as he spoke. You quickly swatted his side, pulling the blankets over his head. It was too late. Yelena had heard him.
“Walker? What the hell?” She asked, standing speechless.
“What were you saying about a fire?” You asked, quickly jumping out of bed and trying to distract her.
She stood frozen in place, trying to react to what she’d just walked in on. You raced past her towards the kitchen, tying your hair up in a ponytail.
When you got to the kitchen, you saw Bob and Ava trying to splash water on the fire. “What is going on?” A sleepy Bucky wandered into the room, followed closely by Alexei.
You shot a quick blast of frost over the pot, quelling the flames down. A soft sizzle filled the room as the pan cooled down.
“I’m sorry. I’ll be more careful next time.” Bob quickly apologized, giving you a sympathetic smile.
“You’re not getting off the hook that easy.” You heard Yelena yell as she rounded the corner, dragging John behind her.
“Yelena, c’mon seriously? Let me go.” John tried to pull himself out of her grip but she was more determined than he was.
“Wanna explain to the group why Walker was in your bed?” Yelena asked, looking at you.
The room was silent for a second, and then it exploded into chaos. Your teammates’ shock was clear as they all yelled at you and John. They asked questions like “why didn’t you tell us?” and “you guys are together?” and “how long have you been together?”
You couldn’t focus on what any of them were saying as all their voices blended into a large mess of noise.
Alexei was the first to step towards you. “I’m so happy for you both. Powerful heroes brought together with love.” He said, lifting you off the ground in a bear hug.
“I’m very happy for you two. But can I go back to bed now?” Bucky asked, grumpily.
“Go ahead,” you giggled as Alexei continued to hold you up in the air. You squirmed, trying to get down.
Finally, he set you back on your feet. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell us.” Ava said, looking between the two of you.
“That’s the point of a secret.” John said, walking over to you and looping his arm around your waist. They all resisted the urge to “aww” at the sweet gesture.
“Ewww wait does that mean…when I heard gross sex noises the other day from Walker’s room that was you two.” Yelena said, shuddering at the thought.
You smacked John’s chest. “I told you that we weren’t home alone, and you didn’t believe me.” You hissed at him.
“That’s disgusting. I’m going to bed.” Ava said, leaving the room.
“So, you knew I was seeing somebody?” John asked, looking back at Yelena. Thinking about it, you were surprised they hadn’t found out sooner.
“Well yeah but I just thought it was some girl we didn’t know, so there weren’t any mental images. God, I’m never going to get that image out of my head.” She said, disgusted.
“Well, I’m really happy for you guys.” Bob said, giving you both a cheerful smile. You nestled further into John’s side. “Thanks, Bobby.” John said.
“I think we should be proud of them. That’s the job of us super soldiers— to make more smaller little super soldier babies.” Alexei said, nudging John with his arm.
John froze and his cheeks turned pink. You both had worried about the team being apprehensive, but this was too far in the other direction. “That’s my cue to leave. My girlfriend and I are going to bed now.” He said, grabbing your hand and pulling you with him.
“Yes, go continue your family line.” Alexei cheered after you both.
John quickly pulled you back to your room. “You better love me because we are locking ourselves in this room forever and never facing them again.” He said, as he collapsed into your bed.
“Sounds like good plan to me.” You said, curling up into his side.
summary: when bucky hears his teammates talking about their sex lives, he feels like he’s from a foreign planet. but you’re there to teach him you’re never too old to learn something new.
The rambling of his teammates fell on his ears like a foreign language— and he spoke many languages.
In truth, he was trying to ignore them. He was huddled in the corner of the living room with the book you’d leant him. You told him it was your favorite, so he decided to read it, so he could talk to you about it.
The room had been peacefully silent for about twenty minutes before his teammates arrived and launched into a heated discussion.
He was half listening— realizing none of the words they were saying made any sense to him.
“What about you, Barnes?” John asked, grabbing Bucky’s attention.
The heat rushed to his cheeks. “What? Me?” He asked, trying to pretend he hadn’t been listening.
“Yeah, come on. We all shared. It’s your turn.” Yelena agreed.
“I uhh…I wasn’t listening.” Bucky lied. They scowled at him. For a man who was a notoriously great spy and liar, he was doing a pretty terrible job.
“You’re blushing. You were definitely listening. I’m sure you have some good stories. If you don’t tell us, we’ll just have to ask your girl.” Ava said.
He was supposed to tell them his wildest sex story with you? What was going on? Bucky’s mind was racing. “What’s your poison? You a voyeurism guy, maybe? Edging? Toys?” Walker asked.
Bucky stuttered, trying to get out just one coherent word— he was failing. “Awww you look so embarrassed. Are you just into vanilla? I wouldn’t have expected it with the metal arm and everything.” Ava said.
“I have to go.” Bucky grabbed his book and stormed off to your room.
You jumped in surprise as Bucky slammed your door open and came into your room. His face was bright red, and his hair looked disheveled like he’d been running his fingers through it.
“You alright, honey?” You asked, pausing the show you were watching.
He crawled in next to you in your bed, pulling you into his lap. “Do you think I act like a grandpa?” He asked you, softly.
You’d never seen Bucky look so defeated or insecure. “Only in the best way,” you said, trying to cheer him up. You peppered kisses across his face.
Normally, that was the easiest way to make Bucky smile— but it didn’t work.
“I don’t want you to leave me because you think I’m stuck in the past.” He admitted. His head hung low as he refused to look you in the eyes.
You brushed his hair out of his face. “You definitely have a unique life experience, but I love you for you. I don’t want you to pretend to be anything you’re not.” You told him, kissing his cheek.
He finally looked at you. Your words brought him peace— if only a little.
“Besides, if you start trying to act hip to get along with the kids, I will have no choice but to leave you.” You teased, finally earning a chuckle from Bucky.
He rested his face on your shoulder, letting you continue to caress his hair. “What are you feeling so anxious about?” You asked. He shifted under you.
He couldn’t shake that 1940s sense of shame. Why was he so embarrassed to talk about sex with you?
“Heard the others talking about sex stuff, and I just felt so old.” He mumbled against your skin.
You felt your heart melt at how genuine his concern was. “Was there something they mentioned that you wanted to try?” You asked, testing the waters.
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw his cheeks flushed pink. “I wouldn’t even know where to start. I didn’t know half of what they were talking about.” He said, bashfully.
“What things did they mention?” You asked, curiously.
He hesitated— trying to find the best way to not sound like an awkward idiot.
“They talked about toys, but I know about that. And then, they talked about edging…which I think I know what that is.” He started to explain. He looked to you for reassurance and to stop him from rambling.
“Edging is when you get the point where you’re about to cum, and then you stop. And then, you get to that point again, and stop. And so on.” You explained.
He nodded along attentively. “What else?” You asked, knowing there was more just from the expression on his face.
He stalled— looking at the floor, his hands, anywhere but at you.
He scratched at the back of his neck. “They mentioned something called voyeurism.” He said, sheepishly.
You giggled at how red his face was. He felt like his skin was on fire and if he looked into your eyes, he’d combust into flames.
“Baby, voyeurism is when you like to watch somebody getting off.” You told him. He gulped nervously as your fingers trailed down his arm.
“You want to try?” You asked him, trying to judge his reaction.
“I…I wouldn’t know how.” He mumbled.
“How about I’m in charge this time? I’ll tell you what to do and you have to focus on feeling good?” You proposed. His eyes went wide— excited by the possibility. “That sounds nice.” He said.
“I have something I’ve wanted to try with you.” You said, walking over to your closet and grabbing something out of a drawer.
You returned to the bed with a black satin piece of fabric. “Take off all your clothes for me, honey.” You instructed him.
Bucky quickly obliged, tossing all his clothes on the floor. He laid on your bed, waiting for your next move. This was completely outside his comfort zone, but seeing you take charge made Bucky’s stomach do flips.
You straddled his hips, grabbing his wrists and then tying them both to your bedposts.
“Such a pretty boy, you gonna be a good boy for me?” You asked, brushing his hair out of his face.
He furiously nodded. “Whatever you want,” he responded.
You pressed a quick kiss against his lips— pulling away before he could kiss you back. “I bought something that I’ve been wanting to show you. Stay here, and I’ll be right back.” You said, going back into your closet and closing the door.
He groaned and moved restlessly on the bed. He needed you bad. The anticipation of waiting for your surprise was going to kill him.
He was already painfully hard— precum leaking out of his tip.
You emerged from the closet in a short black nightgown that had an intricate lace trim. “Woah,” Bucky mumbled, his eyes going wide as he stared at you.
“You like what you see?” You asked as you crawled onto the bed. He swore under his breath. He caught a glimpse between your legs and realized you weren’t wearing panties.
“You’re being such a patient boy. I think you deserve a little treat.” You said, your tone was slow and seductive.
“Yes, please,” Bucky begged for you.
You wrapped your hand around his cock, running your thumb over his tip. He squirmed against your hand— trying to get more contact as you teased him.
You slowly moved your hand up and down his length at an agonizing pace. Stuttered moans fell from his lips. “You look so pretty like this, you know that? My pretty little soldier being so good for me.” You praised him.
This time a higher pitched moan came out of him. You looked up at him, a smirk growing on your face. “You like that? My pretty little soldier loves to be told he’s doing a good job?” You repeated, knowing the nickname would turn him on.
His cock was throbbing in your hand, but you refused to speed up your pace. His head hung back against the headboard, grunts falling from his lips.
It was too much. Your hand on him. The way your nipples were poking through your nightgown. The soft praises that you gave him.
“I’m think I’m close…” Bucky mumbled, his eyes fluttering shut.
You quickly removed your hand from him. He whined, thrusting up against the empty air.
“C’mon, baby. Remember our little vocab lesson. What does edging mean?” You asked him, running your fingers down his chest.
“It means…uhhh…gotta wait to cum.” He answered, finding it hard to remember or focus on anything other than the need deep in his belly.
“Yes, good job. That’s my good little soldier.” You said, kissing his shoulder. He took deep breaths, trying to recover. All he could think about was feeling your hand on him again.
“Thank you for being so patient. Just remember what your prize is, if you keep following my directions, sweet boy.” You said, lifting your nightgown up and exposing the wetness between your thighs.
He nodded his head, biting down on his bottom lip. He wanted to behave so bad, but all his body wanted was to cum.
“Time for another little treat?” You asked him, batting your eyelashes.
He tried to steady his breath as you placed yourself between his legs. Keeping your eyes glued on his, you slowly sunk down until your lips were millimeters from his cock.
You placed soft kisses up and down his shaft. Each time you did, Bucky let out a small groan. You ran your tongue along the bottom of his cock. He called out your name, tugging his wrists against the restraints.
“Such a well-behaved boy,” you praised, wrapping your lips around his tip. Your name fell from his lips— repeating it like a prayer. You slowly and teasingly licked around his cock. He bucked his hips up into your mouth.
“I can’t…can’t take anymore. I’m gonna—” he moaned. He felt all his muscles contradict as he tried to hold off his orgasm.
You pulled away, sitting up in front of him. He clenched his eyes shut. “What’s wrong, baby?” You asked, resting your hand on his thigh.
“Can’t even look at you in that dress. I’ll cum just from lookin’ at ya.” He said, keeping his eyes shut as tightly as he could.
You ran your fingers up his thigh, teasing him as his body tensed. “I think you can be a brave little soldier for me. Be strong, baby.” You encouraged him.
He slowly opened his eyes to find you slipping your hand in between your thighs. The hem of your dress kept your cunt hidden from Bucky’s gaze. But, he could hear how wet you were as your fingers pushed in and out of you.
“Can’t see, wanna watch,” he begged. His hair was clinging to his sweaty forehead. You could see his desperation in his eyes.
You sat down on the bed, spreading your legs as wide as you could and bending your knees. Bucky couldn’t help the shudder that rolled through him as he saw your arousal dripping out of your folds.
You resumed your previous movements, plunging your two fingers deep into your cunt and curling them inside you. He bucked his hips up desperately against nothing.
Your mouth hung open, softly whining as you started grinding your hips against your hand. You let your thumb find your clit, drawing circles.
Bucky whined, calling your name over and over. “Please, honey,” he begged, he was desperate. More desperate than you’d ever seen him.
“Shhh, my pretty little soldier. Wait your turn. Be a good boy.” You teased.
You noticed how quickly his chest was rising and falling. “Fuck, please, honey. I’m gonna cum. Can’t hold it any longer,” Bucky swore.
You both were close to the edge. There wasn’t much holding Bucky back from falling over that edge.
Before he could say anything else, you straddled his hips. You quickly sunk down onto his cock.
He moaned at the contact, sinking his nails into the palms of his hands. His hips jutted up against yours and his seed came shooting out inside of you. That was enough to push you over the edge.
“Oh, fuck, such a good job, my sweet boy. Filling me up so well,” you praised, sealing Bucky’s lips in a kiss. He hungrily kissed you back as you slowly rolled your hips against his, coaxing you both down from your highs.
You carefully untied Bucky’s wrists, and he wrapped his arms around you and buried his face in your chest. “Did you like that?” You asked, scratching your fingers through his hair.
He nodded, still breathless. “I love you.” He mumbled, kissing you again.
“Next time you want to learn something new, all you have to do is ask.” You said, kissing him back.
pairing: literature teacher!bucky barnes x single mom!reader
summary: crushing on your son’s literature teacher was wrong, you knew that. but bucky wasn’t exactly trying to stop you. in fact, it seemed like he was encouraging it when he invited you to a parent teacher conference.
word count: 2k
You were almost too embarrassed to look yourself in the mirror. You were picking out an outfit for work— but having an extraordinarily hard time deciding because you knew you were going to see your son’s teacher, Mr. Barnes, after work.
He’d called you a week ago to set up a parent teacher conference to discuss your son’s progress in the course.
You’d met Mr. Barnes at your son, Finn’s, open house at the beginning of the school year. Something about the literature teacher made you weak in the knees.
It was a pathetic crush— he was your son’s teacher after all. But still, you found yourself trying on your more formal work dresses because you wanted to make a good impression.
You finally settled on a long black floral dress with frilly short sleeves. You slipped on a pair of black heels, grabbed your purse, and headed downstairs.
“Bye, mom,” Finn yelled from the front door, about to leave to catch the bus.
“Bye, sweetie. Remember I have that meeting with Mr. Barnes after school, so go to his classroom when you’re done with soccer practice.” You reminded him, planting a kiss on his cheek.
Your work day felt like it went on for weeks. Instead of focusing on the report that you had to finish by the end of the week, your mind wandered to thoughts of Finn’s teacher.
You finally made it to the end of the day and practically raced to the school.
You adjusted your dress and your hair before knocking on the classroom door.
“Come in.” You heard him call from inside the room.
You pulled the door open and entered. The soft warmth of his cologne hit you immediately. It reminded you of a campfire— and just made you want to bury your face in his chest.
Then, you spotted him. He saw flicking through files at his desk. “I’m just finding some of Finn’s work that I wanted to show you. Just give me one second,” he said, not looking up at you yet.
You felt enchanted watching the way his fingers quickly moved against the papers, especially his metal fingers.
They’d always concerned the other parents, but not you. You couldn’t but wonder what his metal hand would feel like in yours, or around your waist, or in your hair.
“Of course, take your time,” you responded. You could hear your heart thumping in your ears. You started to panic. What if he could hear it too? You didn’t exactly know if being a super soldier enhanced your hearing.
He tugged a few papers out of the file, plopping them on top of his desk.
Then, he quickly stood up from his seat and walked across the room towards you. His eyes ran down your frame, admiring your dress and the way it fit you. Stop it, Bucky. She’s your student's mother. She probably has a husband. He reminded himself.
“It’s nice to see you again.” He said, reaching out to shake your hand. His hand gently took yours. It felt like an electric current was racing through your veins. “Yes, you as well, Mr. Barnes.” You replied, with a simple smile.
He chuckled. “Please, call me Bucky.” He told you. The grin on his face made you weak in the knees. Was he this charming with all the parents?
He led you over to his desk, pulling out the chair that was on the other side. You graciously sat down, thanking him. He was a gentleman too? You were doomed.
“So, what’s Bucky short for?” You asked as he took a seat across from you. There was something about Bucky’s presence that intrigued you.
“Buchanan actually. I know it’s a little old school.” He said, with a sheepish grin. He couldn’t help how much he wanted to impress the pretty woman.
“It’s my middle name. My first name is James, if you’d prefer to use that.” He explained.
You shook your head. “No, Bucky’s nice.” You said, smiling at him. Your cheeks started to sting, and you felt like you were smiling too much.
You didn’t know if it was just him, or his outfit, or being in a school, but you felt like a giggly schoolgirl when he looked at you.
“I have to admit. I was a little nervous when you asked me to come in for a meeting. Is Finn doing okay?” You asked, softly.
He quickly shook his head— trying to quell your worries. “No no no, nothing bad, I promise. Finn has been doing amazing work. He’s one of my best students. I just try to meet with all the parents halfway through the year.” He assured you.
Meet with all the parents.
This wasn’t just a cute little meeting between the two of you.
You couldn’t help but think about all the other moms who probably sat in this chair, also fawning over Bucky and his old fashioned charm.
You knew it was stupid. You should’ve known that already.
Some part deep inside of you though had been hoping that Bucky had also been feeling the spark that you felt between the two of you.
It all started when you met him at Finn’s open house.
Your car had broken down on the way to the school, so you and Finn spent hours waiting for the tow truck.
When you both got to the school, there was only ten minutes left in the open house. So, you split up his schedule, and Finn talked to half the teachers and you talked to the other half. That way you could get all the paperwork and things that he needed.
The last teacher you had to talk to was Mr. Barnes.
You sprinted down the hallway. Your hair was a complete mess by this point. You got to the classroom just as he was about to close the door.
“Are you alright?” He asked, watching as you tried to catch your breath.
“My son…Finn…He’s in your class. We would’ve been here sooner, but our car broke down and the tow truck took hours and I couldn’t find another ride.” You rambled, quickly explaining yourself to the man.
“That’s alright, come on in. I’ll get you a bottle of water.” He said, inviting you into the classroom. He disappeared behind his desk, grabbing water out of his mini fridge.
When he handed the bottle to you, his fingers grazed yours. You finally had a chance to get a good look at the man, and you realized how attractive he was.
He wheeled over his desk chair to you. “Here, you can sit down. I’ll gather all the papers you should need for Finn.” He said, holding the chair steady as you sat down.
“Thank you so much. That’s really sweet.” You thanked him. You could feel the warmth radiating off your cheeks.
“Of course. Anything I can do to help.” He told you, shooting you a smile as he stuffed some papers into a folder for you.
He walked back over to you, handing you the folder. Then, he gave you the typical speech about what Finn would be learning in his class and the kind of assignments to expect.
“I don’t want to overstep, but do you both need a ride home?” He asked you, softly.
Your stomach lurched at the thought of being in a car with the man. You thought about his hand ghosting over your thigh— teasing you with anticipation.
You snapped back into reality, remembering where you were.
“No, that’s okay. The towing company set us up with a rental. Thank you so much though for all your help. Finn is really excited for your class. He loves to read.” You told him.
“Well, if you ever need anything let me know.” He said, shaking your hand again before you left.
You had to force yourself to stop reminiscing and listen to what Bucky was telling you about Finn.
“So, there’s nothing for me to be worried about?” You asked when Bucky stopped talking. He gave you a reassuring smile.
“Nothing to worry about at all. You and his father must be very proud.” Bucky assured you. The comment was calculated. You knew that. He knew that.
“Finn’s father isn’t in the picture.” You corrected him. Bucky slowly nodded. “I apologize. I shouldn’t have assumed.” He apologized, trying to ignore the excitement he felt in his chest.
You were single. You were still his student’s mother, but you were single.
“So, is that all you wanted to discuss with me?” You asked. A small voice in the back of your head was hoping he’d ask you out. He gave you a short polite nod.
You started to stand, and Bucky started to panic. He didn’t want you to leave yet. He slowly rose from his seat, walking close to you.
“I must admit, I feel like I was a little biased asking you to come in today.” He said, scratching the back of his neck.
“Why’s that?” You asked, cocking your head to the side curiously. Yes, finally. So close.
“I don’t normally make the parents come in if their kid is doing fine in my class.” He admitted, stepping closer to you. He was only a couple of inches away from being pressed up against your body.
“So, why’d you want to see me?” You asked, softly. You both knew the answer. Neither of you were oblivious to the tension between the both of you in that moment.
“I’ve been thinking about you a lot. I tried to stop, but I can’t.” He said. His fingers gripped your hips, pulling you closer to him. He glanced down at your lips, wondering how they would feel against his own.
“You been thinking about me at all?” He whispered, making the hair stand up on the back of your neck.
“More than I’d care to admit,” you mumbled, pulling him into a kiss. You desperately cupped the back of his head as he lifted you onto his desk.
“We have to be careful.” You mumbled against his lips as he slotted himself in between your legs. His hands caressed your thighs. “Don’t worry.” He assured you.
He cupped your breasts over your dress, making you whine against his lips. “You look so beautiful in this dress. Can’t believe you wore this and thought I’d be able to resist.” He told you, squeezing at your breasts again.
A moan slipped through your lips. “You like it?” You asked, your voice coming out breathy.
“Oh, I love it.” He said, pressing kisses down the base of your throat.
Then, there was a knock at the door. “Oh, fuck, that’s Finn.” you swore, jumping down off the desk. Bucky's eyes went wide. He quickly smoothed out your hair and your dress.
You noticed some of your lipstick on Bucky’s lips. You rubbed your thumb against his lips, trying to get it all off. You got most of it, but his lips were still swollen.
“You can come on in, Finn.” Bucky called out, grabbing Finn’s papers off his desk and pretending to look busy.
“Hey, bud. Have a good day?” You asked as Finn walked over to you. You gave him a tight squeeze as he mumbled, “yeah, it was okay.”
“I was just telling your mom how amazing your essays are.” Bucky said, shoving some papers into a folder.
“I have these that I like to give to all the parents.” Bucky said, scribbling down on a post it note and then sticking it into the folder with the rest of the folder. Then, he handed it to you.
“Thank you, Mr. Barnes. Have a good rest of your night.” You said, clasping your hand on Finn’s shoulder and leading him towards the door.
“Thank you. You both as well.” Bucky said, smiling at you both as you left.
You didn’t open the folder until you got home and read the small scribbled note.
“I want to take you out. On a proper date. If you’d like that. Give me a call! x Bucky”
pairing: literature teacher!bucky barnes x single mom!reader
summary: crushing on your son’s literature teacher was wrong, you knew that. but bucky wasn’t exactly trying to stop you. in fact, it seemed like he was encouraging it when he invited you to a parent teacher conference.
word count: 2k
You were almost too embarrassed to look yourself in the mirror. You were picking out an outfit for work— but having an extraordinarily hard time deciding because you knew you were going to see your son’s teacher, Mr. Barnes, after work.
He’d called you a week ago to set up a parent teacher conference to discuss your son’s progress in the course.
You’d met Mr. Barnes at your son, Finn’s, open house at the beginning of the school year. Something about the literature teacher made you weak in the knees.
It was a pathetic crush— he was your son’s teacher after all. But still, you found yourself trying on your more formal work dresses because you wanted to make a good impression.
You finally settled on a long black floral dress with frilly short sleeves. You slipped on a pair of black heels, grabbed your purse, and headed downstairs.
“Bye, mom,” Finn yelled from the front door, about to leave to catch the bus.
“Bye, sweetie. Remember I have that meeting with Mr. Barnes after school, so go to his classroom when you’re done with soccer practice.” You reminded him, planting a kiss on his cheek.
Your work day felt like it went on for weeks. Instead of focusing on the report that you had to finish by the end of the week, your mind wandered to thoughts of Finn’s teacher.
You finally made it to the end of the day and practically raced to the school.
You adjusted your dress and your hair before knocking on the classroom door.
“Come in.” You heard him call from inside the room.
You pulled the door open and entered. The soft warmth of his cologne hit you immediately. It reminded you of a campfire— and just made you want to bury your face in his chest.
Then, you spotted him. He saw flicking through files at his desk. “I’m just finding some of Finn’s work that I wanted to show you. Just give me one second,” he said, not looking up at you yet.
You felt enchanted watching the way his fingers quickly moved against the papers, especially his metal fingers.
They’d always concerned the other parents, but not you. You couldn’t but wonder what his metal hand would feel like in yours, or around your waist, or in your hair.
“Of course, take your time,” you responded. You could hear your heart thumping in your ears. You started to panic. What if he could hear it too? You didn’t exactly know if being a super soldier enhanced your hearing.
He tugged a few papers out of the file, plopping them on top of his desk.
Then, he quickly stood up from his seat and walked across the room towards you. His eyes ran down your frame, admiring your dress and the way it fit you. Stop it, Bucky. She’s your student's mother. She probably has a husband. He reminded himself.
“It’s nice to see you again.” He said, reaching out to shake your hand. His hand gently took yours. It felt like an electric current was racing through your veins. “Yes, you as well, Mr. Barnes.” You replied, with a simple smile.
He chuckled. “Please, call me Bucky.” He told you. The grin on his face made you weak in the knees. Was he this charming with all the parents?
He led you over to his desk, pulling out the chair that was on the other side. You graciously sat down, thanking him. He was a gentleman too? You were doomed.
“So, what’s Bucky short for?” You asked as he took a seat across from you. There was something about Bucky’s presence that intrigued you.
“Buchanan actually. I know it’s a little old school.” He said, with a sheepish grin. He couldn’t help how much he wanted to impress the pretty woman.
“It’s my middle name. My first name is James, if you’d prefer to use that.” He explained.
You shook your head. “No, Bucky’s nice.” You said, smiling at him. Your cheeks started to sting, and you felt like you were smiling too much.
You didn’t know if it was just him, or his outfit, or being in a school, but you felt like a giggly schoolgirl when he looked at you.
“I have to admit. I was a little nervous when you asked me to come in for a meeting. Is Finn doing okay?” You asked, softly.
He quickly shook his head— trying to quell your worries. “No no no, nothing bad, I promise. Finn has been doing amazing work. He’s one of my best students. I just try to meet with all the parents halfway through the year.” He assured you.
Meet with all the parents.
This wasn’t just a cute little meeting between the two of you.
You couldn’t help but think about all the other moms who probably sat in this chair, also fawning over Bucky and his old fashioned charm.
You knew it was stupid. You should’ve known that already.
Some part deep inside of you though had been hoping that Bucky had also been feeling the spark that you felt between the two of you.
It all started when you met him at Finn’s open house.
Your car had broken down on the way to the school, so you and Finn spent hours waiting for the tow truck.
When you both got to the school, there was only ten minutes left in the open house. So, you split up his schedule, and Finn talked to half the teachers and you talked to the other half. That way you could get all the paperwork and things that he needed.
The last teacher you had to talk to was Mr. Barnes.
You sprinted down the hallway. Your hair was a complete mess by this point. You got to the classroom just as he was about to close the door.
“Are you alright?” He asked, watching as you tried to catch your breath.
“My son…Finn…He’s in your class. We would’ve been here sooner, but our car broke down and the tow truck took hours and I couldn’t find another ride.” You rambled, quickly explaining yourself to the man.
“That’s alright, come on in. I’ll get you a bottle of water.” He said, inviting you into the classroom. He disappeared behind his desk, grabbing water out of his mini fridge.
When he handed the bottle to you, his fingers grazed yours. You finally had a chance to get a good look at the man, and you realized how attractive he was.
He wheeled over his desk chair to you. “Here, you can sit down. I’ll gather all the papers you should need for Finn.” He said, holding the chair steady as you sat down.
“Thank you so much. That’s really sweet.” You thanked him. You could feel the warmth radiating off your cheeks.
“Of course. Anything I can do to help.” He told you, shooting you a smile as he stuffed some papers into a folder for you.
He walked back over to you, handing you the folder. Then, he gave you the typical speech about what Finn would be learning in his class and the kind of assignments to expect.
“I don’t want to overstep, but do you both need a ride home?” He asked you, softly.
Your stomach lurched at the thought of being in a car with the man. You thought about his hand ghosting over your thigh— teasing you with anticipation.
You snapped back into reality, remembering where you were.
“No, that’s okay. The towing company set us up with a rental. Thank you so much though for all your help. Finn is really excited for your class. He loves to read.” You told him.
“Well, if you ever need anything let me know.” He said, shaking your hand again before you left.
You had to force yourself to stop reminiscing and listen to what Bucky was telling you about Finn.
“So, there’s nothing for me to be worried about?” You asked when Bucky stopped talking. He gave you a reassuring smile.
“Nothing to worry about at all. You and his father must be very proud.” Bucky assured you. The comment was calculated. You knew that. He knew that.
“Finn’s father isn’t in the picture.” You corrected him. Bucky slowly nodded. “I apologize. I shouldn’t have assumed.” He apologized, trying to ignore the excitement he felt in his chest.
You were single. You were still his student’s mother, but you were single.
“So, is that all you wanted to discuss with me?” You asked. A small voice in the back of your head was hoping he’d ask you out. He gave you a short polite nod.
You started to stand, and Bucky started to panic. He didn’t want you to leave yet. He slowly rose from his seat, walking close to you.
“I must admit, I feel like I was a little biased asking you to come in today.” He said, scratching the back of his neck.
“Why’s that?” You asked, cocking your head to the side curiously. Yes, finally. So close.
“I don’t normally make the parents come in if their kid is doing fine in my class.” He admitted, stepping closer to you. He was only a couple of inches away from being pressed up against your body.
“So, why’d you want to see me?” You asked, softly. You both knew the answer. Neither of you were oblivious to the tension between the both of you in that moment.
“I’ve been thinking about you a lot. I tried to stop, but I can’t.” He said. His fingers gripped your hips, pulling you closer to him. He glanced down at your lips, wondering how they would feel against his own.
“You been thinking about me at all?” He whispered, making the hair stand up on the back of your neck.
“More than I’d care to admit,” you mumbled, pulling him into a kiss. You desperately cupped the back of his head as he lifted you onto his desk.
“We have to be careful.” You mumbled against his lips as he slotted himself in between your legs. His hands caressed your thighs. “Don’t worry.” He assured you.
He cupped your breasts over your dress, making you whine against his lips. “You look so beautiful in this dress. Can’t believe you wore this and thought I’d be able to resist.” He told you, squeezing at your breasts again.
A moan slipped through your lips. “You like it?” You asked, your voice coming out breathy.
“Oh, I love it.” He said, pressing kisses down the base of your throat.
Then, there was a knock at the door. “Oh, fuck, that’s Finn.” you swore, jumping down off the desk. Bucky's eyes went wide. He quickly smoothed out your hair and your dress.
You noticed some of your lipstick on Bucky’s lips. You rubbed your thumb against his lips, trying to get it all off. You got most of it, but his lips were still swollen.
“You can come on in, Finn.” Bucky called out, grabbing Finn’s papers off his desk and pretending to look busy.
“Hey, bud. Have a good day?” You asked as Finn walked over to you. You gave him a tight squeeze as he mumbled, “yeah, it was okay.”
“I was just telling your mom how amazing your essays are.” Bucky said, shoving some papers into a folder.
“I have these that I like to give to all the parents.” Bucky said, scribbling down on a post it note and then sticking it into the folder with the rest of the folder. Then, he handed it to you.
“Thank you, Mr. Barnes. Have a good rest of your night.” You said, clasping your hand on Finn’s shoulder and leading him towards the door.
“Thank you. You both as well.” Bucky said, smiling at you both as you left.
You didn’t open the folder until you got home and read the small scribbled note.
“I want to take you out. On a proper date. If you’d like that. Give me a call! x Bucky”
summary: you and chris are at the premiere of your new movie, the materialists. chris gets anxious on the red carpet, and you help calm him down. once you both get to the after party, it’s only a matter of time before you’re all over each other.
*a/n: in celebration of chris’s birthday today and the release of the materialists🎈❤️🎁
Something seemed off. You subtly glanced around the red carpet, smiling at the paparazzi as they took your photos.
Then, your eyes found his.
You realized he’d been staring at you. You noticed how his hands were slightly shaking as he fidgeted with his necklace. His eyes looked like they were begging you for help.
Careful to not break your smile, you walked over to him. The flash of the cameras sped up as you pulled him into a hug.
“You okay?” You whispered in his ear as you hugged him.
He mumbled back one word in response: “overwhelmed”
You gave him a short nod. You hated seeing Chris like this. It wasn’t the first time you’d seen him get anxious or overwhelmed, but it always broke your heart.
You both had become quick friends after meeting while filming The Materialists. Something about you felt safe and comfortable to Chris.
You slipped your arm around his waist, leaning into his touch as you both smiled for photos. He softened into you, resting his hand on your back. He already felt calmer with you.
You stayed glued to his side for the rest of the red carpet. You whispered little assurances in his ear any chance you could, like “take a breath” or “I won’t leave. I’ve got you.”
Then, you got to the section of the carpet where they had reporters waiting to interview the cast members.
“Chris, Chris! Over here!” One of them called towards him.
He laced his fingers around your wrist, pulling you with him. “You look amazing tonight. Who are you wearing?” The reporter asked Chris.
“No no no. She’s the real star tonight. She looks beautiful.” He said, directing his attention to you and spinning you around for the camera.
You knew it was just his attempt to get the attention off of him as much as possible, but you felt your heart flutter as he complimented you.
You’d be crazy if you said you hadn’t developed some feelings for Chris while working together.
Eventually, he let go of your hand, but you made sure to not stray too far as you both did separate interviews. You continued to catch his gaze over your shoulder, and you’d give him small reassuring smiles.
By the time you’d both gotten inside, Chris felt exhausted.
You scanned the room for him, quickly recognizing those blue eyes. “How’re you feeling?” You asked, rubbing your hand up and down his forearm. He almost shuddered under your touch.
He was embarrassed by how much your touch calmed him down. It was like gravity— pulling him back down to earth and out of his head.
“I’m doin’ better now. Thank you for that, out there. It’s just one of those days and everyone screaming just really psyched me out.” He said, tugging you into a tight hug.
The tension melted out of his body— your presence recharged him. Even he was shocked by how much more comfortable he felt in your arms.
“I’m always here if you need to talk or just need someone to distract you.” You said, caressing his back as he hugged you.
He continued to cling to you. He wasn’t ready to let you go yet. His arms dipped lower and lower on your waist.
He nuzzled his face into your neck. You jumped as the cold metal of his necklace hit your chest. “You gettin’ comfy?” You teased him, still trying to bring a smile to his face.
It felt like a line was crossed.
This was beyond friendly affection.
Like all those days on set where you both lingered too long after a hug or you caught his eyes flick down to your lips after the director called cut.
“I’m gonna miss you when we’re not doing press anymore.” He mumbled into your skin.
You could feel all the heat rush to your cheeks as your stomach did flips. “You could still see me…if you wanted.” You said, slowly testing the waters.
You had to be sure that you weren’t reading this wrong.
“By seeing you…do you mean like seeing you seeing you. Like a date?” He whispered, careful to not let anyone overhear.
You pulled out of the hug. Your eyes were stuck on his. “If that’s what you want,” you responded. He swore under his breath seeing you look up at him through your eyelashes.
“You want to go talk somewhere more private?” You asked him, softly.
Then, suddenly he was dragging you behind him— his hand clenched around yours.
You both snuck down a back hallway until he found an abandoned bathroom. He tugged you inside, quickly locking the door behind you.
He spun back around to face you, his hands naturally finding your waist. Then, he kissed you. It was slow and hesitant at first, wanting to take his time to do it right. He wanted your first kiss together to be special.
You weaved your fingers through his hair, softly tugging as he kissed you. He tasted like spearmint, and you could smell his citrus cologne.
His tongue snuck into the kiss, smirking against your lips. He guided you backwards until you bumped into the sink.
He pulled out of the kiss, but only for a second to lift you onto the counter. “You sure about this?” You asked.
“Sweetheart, I’ve never been this sure about anything.” He said, kissing you again.
This kiss was hungry and impatient, his teeth softly sinking into your bottom lip and then running his tongue back over the spot. You hooked your fingers into his belt loops, tugging him closer to you.
The feeling of him against you was like a drug, and you couldn’t get enough.
He spread your legs, bunching your dress up around your hips. “Oh, fuck, honey. You’re soaked.” He groaned, setting his eyes on the wet spot forming between your legs.
“All for you, baby,” you encouraged him. He swiftly pulled your panties down your legs. His eyes met yours, and you could barely see the blues in his eye. They were almost completely black with lust.
He licked his lips as he looked down at you. He looked like he could devour you at any second.
All of a sudden, he was on his knees and his head was in between your thighs.
“Oh, shit,” you swore, leaning your head back against the mirror.
He teasingly ran his tongue through your folds, going deeper each time. You jutted your hips up, trying to get more from him. He was taking his time with you— making you unravel slowly.
He pinned your legs open, wrapping his arms around your thighs. “Taste so good,” he mumbled, placing a kiss on your clit. The sensation made your whole body jolt.
“Oh, god, Chris,” you moaned, lacing your fingers through his hair. He sucked on your clit, noticing how your grip on his hair tightened. So he did it again. And again.
Your stomach was in a tight knot that you felt like could burst at any second. Each lick and stroke from Chris’s tongue brought you closer and closer to the edge.
The coil in your stomach started to build. You felt your muscles start to contract. Then, nothing. You whined at the loss of contact.
When you opened your eyes, you saw Chris smirking at you. He quickly unhooked his belt and tugged down his pants.
“Sorry for making you wait, but I gotta know what you feel like, sweet girl,” he said, pulling his cock out of his boxers. He was swollen with precum leaking out the tip. You swore under your breath and bit down on your lip.
He chuckled as he watched your reaction. He pressed a quick kiss to your lips. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’ll make it fit.” He promised you, lining himself up.
His cock sunk into you. Every time you thought you were taking all of him, he kept pushing deeper. You sunk your nails into his shoulders, desperate to hold onto something.
He bottomed out inside you, earning a moan from you. His balls were pressing against your ass, and you were so full you could feel him in your stomach. If you weren’t wearing a dress, you knew you'd see a bulge in your belly where he was.
You struggled to catch your breath. Catching you by surprise, he pulled out and then quickly slammed back into you. You loudly moaned— your eyes rolling back into your head.
“Quiet, baby. Can’t have people overhearing us,” he told you, as thrusted into you again.
You struggled to hold back a moan that time, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip. He kissed you, letting your moans muffle into his mouth as he sped up his pace.
His hips were snapping into yours with so much speed and impatience. You both needed your highs, and you didn’t want to stop until you got them.
He grunted against your lips. He was hooked on the way you squeezed around him— feeling so much better than his hand ever did.
“You’re doing so good for me, sweetheart.” He mumbled against your lips. The praise only added to the wetness between your legs. He wrapped your legs around his waist, becoming addicted to the lewd sounds coming from where your bodies were joined.
You were already close. You thrusted your hips forward to meet his. He pulled out of the kiss— a string of curses leaving his lips. He pressed his forehead against your shoulder, grunting with each thrust.
“You almost there, baby? You can do it. I know you need it.” You encouraged him, stroking his hair. He didn’t think he’d be so into you praising him, but he felt his hips moving faster as he chased his high.
Your legs were shaking around him. You felt like you were seeing stars. His thumb found your clit, drawing tight circles. “Oh, Chris. I’m gonna—” you moaned, grabbing onto his shoulders.
He gripped your hips tighter. Your orgasm hit you. You called out his name as pleasure washed over you. He wasn’t long behind you— his hips snapping against yours and shooting his load inside you.
He slowed down his thrusts, easing you both down. You both were panting as you tried to recover from your orgasms. “That was so good, baby.” You mumbled, breathlessly.
“You have no idea.” He said, meeting your lips with a kiss. You kissed him back softly. It was a lazy kiss as you both came back down to earth.
“What do you say we get out of here and I take you out to dinner?” He asked you, interlacing his fingers with yours.
You giggled at how nervous he seemed— given your previous activity. “That sounds like we’re doing things in the wrong order, but that sounds really nice.” You said, kissing him again.
pairing: john walker x thunderbolt!reader, matt murdock x reader (platonic/very brief)
summary: john was the only one of the thunderbolts that you hadn’t bonded with above an acquaintance level. but, he was always there quietly brooding. so, when you find him crying in the middle of the night, you know you have to help him.
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warnings: brief cameo from everyone’s favorite devil from hell’s kitchen for no better reason than i wanted to
You walked into the empty Watchtower— the only sound in the air was the distant whirring of the air conditioning.
It was well past midnight, and you’d just returned from a mission. A solo mission that had been as straightforward as they come. Everything had gone perfectly to plan, getting the data you needed to retrieve with no complications.
You almost jumped out of your skin when you approached the kitchen and heard the sound of glass breaking.
You instinctively grabbed your gun out of your thigh holster, jogging into the kitchen. In the dark, it was hard to distinguish who the man slumped over the island counter was.
Until he turned to look at you.
“John?” You asked, confused.
You quickly flicked on the light switch. Then, the full scene unfolded in front of you.
First, you noticed his tear-stained eyes. Then, you saw a pile of empty beer bottles scattered around the counter— one being shattered on the floor behind him.
“What’s wrong?” You asked stepping closer to the man that you still felt you didn’t know.
The New Avengers had been together for a couple months. You’d gotten to know every other member of the team, and they felt like your friends.
Alexei would show you old documentaries about Russia and tell you anecdotes about living there. You and Bucky played darts together every Friday night. You’d spent hours training with Yelena and Ava. Hell, even Bob had opened up to you— usually over late night ice cream runs.
But, John was different.
Quiet. Brooding. Mysterious.
The only time he ever spoke to you was about missions. Nothing beyond that— nothing personal.
It felt like you were the only one he ignored. And you didn’t know why.
You pulled the bottle out of his hand— surprised when his grip instantly loosened, letting you take it.
As you set it down on the counter, John enveloped you in a hug. His large arms tightly wrapped around your waist. He buried his face in your neck.
You just stood there stunned for a few seconds.
Then, you felt his body start to shake as he sobbed in your arms.
You hesitantly wrapped your arms around him, running your hands up and down his back. Seeing him like this was such a contrast to the picture of strength he usually tried to convey.
“I don’t want to lose him.” He mumbled in between tears. His voice was slightly muffled.
“Lose who?” You asked, cupping the back of his head gently.
There was another minute of silence.
“My son,” he muttered, weakly. His body collapsing against yours. All his energy was gone. You could almost feel the hope leaving his body. You held him up, letting him get it all out.
You were surprised that you were the one he was confiding in, so you didn’t want to let him down. You wanted to be the one thing he could rely on if his whole world was going to shit.
“C’mon, honey. Let’s go sit down.” You said, leading him towards the couch in the living room. You weren’t sure where the pet name came from— it just slipped out. You were just trying to rely on any maternal or nurturing instincts.
When you sat down beside him, you saw the tears rolling down his cheeks. You pulled your sleeve over your hand, softly wiping away his tears.
“Do you want to talk about it?” You asked him, softly. It was like you were talking to a timid animal, and you didn’t want to scare it away.
You noticed his hesitancy. You wrapped your hand around his, softly giving it a reassuring squeeze.
“Olivia said if I got a stable job and went to therapy and tried to work on myself that we’d talk about visitation. And I have…I’ve worked so damn hard. But, she called today and said she changed her mind. I miss him so much— I don’t know what to do.” He explained.
You felt stupid for how concerned you’d been about him never really talking to you. He had much more important stuff going on. You hated that you hadn’t seen it sooner.
“I am so sorry, John.” You said, pulling him to a hug. He relaxed against your body— almost feeling soothed by your touch.
He hadn’t felt this close to someone since Olivia left. And he didn’t want to let you go. “I’m so alone,” he mumbled, the words muffled against your hair.
“You’re not. I promise. I’m right here.” You assured him.
He slowly pulled away. You were worried you’d pushed him too far.
The expression on his face was…pure. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he looked lovestruck.
He reached towards you with his hand, rough calloused fingertips brushing a piece of your hair behind your ear. His eyes glanced down, lingering on your lips for a second.
Suddenly, there was a buzzing between the both of you. You felt like your senses were on overdrive. Like there was too much going on for your brain to focus on one thing.
“Can I kiss you?” He asked, letting his hand cup your cheek.
He was sad. He was lonely. He missed his son. He didn’t actually want this…want you. He was just distraught. You reminded yourself.
“You’re drunk.” You told him, so you wouldn’t have to lie and say you didn’t want this.
He shook his head. His hand moved to your chin, brushing his thumb over your bottom lip. “I’m not, well, I can’t…super soldier serum and all. Trust me, I tried.” His voice came out at a whisper.
“We shouldn’t. You’re upset about your son.” You made more excuses. His lips were only millimeters away from yours— with every breath, you could feel yourself inching closer.
“If you don’t want this, that’s fine. But only tell me to stop if you don’t want this. I promise I’m thinking clearly. I want this— I want you.” He responded. You felt your stomach doing flips, like you were on a rollercoaster.
“I want you too.” The words escaped your lips before you were even sure what you’d said.
He closed the distance, pressing his lips against yours. He tasted like beer, with a pinch of saltiness from the tears that had dried above his lips.
His lips moved naturally against yours, like they were destined to. His hands found your hips, tugging you closer to him.
He didn’t want any distance between the two of you. All the good things in his life felt like they were being pulled away from him, and he didn’t want the same to happen to you.
He slowly pressed you down, so you were lying on the couch. He crawled on top of you and brought his lips back to meet yours. He felt your breathing as you laid below him— it felt like the only thing convincing him that he was real.
His hands slipped under your shirt, ghosting over your skin and leaving a trail of goosebumps.
“John…not like this.” You mumbled, pulling out of the kiss.
He stopped kissing you, and you could see how much it pained him.
“We’ve never even had a real conversation before tonight. You’re really telling me you’ve wanted this? We don’t even know each other.” You told him. It was hard to keep yourself from kissing him when you were this close to him. His cologne smelled like a campfire and felt so inviting.
“Of course, we know each other. We’ve been working together for months.” He said, continuing to deny the fact that he’s shut you out for that entire time period.
“We talk about strategy and tactics. We don’t actually talk about anything real.” You told him.
He sat up, scooting to the other side of the couch. He hadn’t thought about the possibility of you being hurt by him pushing you away.
“It’s cause I like you, okay?” He said, but his gaze was glued to his lap. He couldn’t dare look you in the eyes.
Before you could respond, he started talking again. “I don’t know how to do this. What if I let you in and you see how fucked up I am? And then, you leave me just like Olivia did.” He admitted.
You scooted closer to him, interlacing your fingers with his. He looked at your hands and then finally at your face. He was relieved to see you smiling.
“Just take it slow. I promise, you’re not the only one who’s fucked up.” You told you, softly pecking his lips.
“Let’s get you to bed, and we can talk more in the morning. It’s late.” You told him.
He begged you to stay with him. You couldn’t resist the puppy eyes that he gave you. So, you laid beside him and let him hold your hand, so he could fall asleep.
When you woke up, he was completely curled up against you. His arm was haphazardly thrown over your stomach, and his legs were tangled with yours.
You looked down at where his head was resting on your chest. You brushed his messy hair out of his face
After thirty minutes of you admiring him, he started to stir. His eyes immediately shot to where he was holding you. “Sorry,” he quickly muttered as he pulled himself away from you and stretched.
“Don’t be. It’s nice.” You whispered back, softly. A blush appeared on his cheeks as he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck.
You rolled over to face him. “So, I was thinking about what you said yesterday about Olivia and custody. Before I got powers, I used to be a lawyer. I have a friend, he’s one of the best. I asked him if he could come over and meet with you today, if that’s okay with you.” You told him.
“Are you kidding? Thank you so much.” He tugged you into a bear hug, rolling on top of you.
“Of course, you’re a hero. You deserve to see your son.” You replied, hugging him back.
You both were sitting in the living room later when he walked in from the elevator— Matthew Murdock.
“Matt! Thank you for coming.” You said, walking over and pulling him into a hug.
You quickly introduced the two men. “So, I hear you’re an Avenger now? You ever miss the nights you spent with little old Matt Murdock?” Matt asked, referencing the nights you spent working together as vigilantes.
“Wait…did you guys?” John asked, mistaking the joke as innuendo.
“Don’t worry, pal. It wasn’t like that.” Matt assured him, but John was still skeptical. You both seemed really close— closer than coworkers.
You wrapped your arm around John’s waist. “John, you ever heard of the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen?” You asked him.
John furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “The vigilante? Who hasn’t.” He replied, simply.
“Well, now you’ve met him.” You said, gesturing towards Matt. Slowly, you watched the realization set in on John’s face. “So, when you said you worked together…you meant like hero stuff.” John said.
“Hero’s a complicated word, but essentially, yes.” Matt responded.
Matt spent a couple hours with John going over what would be required for a case. Then, with a handshake for John and a hug for you, he left.
“So, you just have a thing for having superhero boyfriends?” John asked, turning towards you and raising his eyebrow.
You rolled your eyes at him. “I told you. We did not date.” You promised as John leaned in to kiss you.
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