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Sam Wilson x fem!Reader
Summary: It started with a teensie, tiny bit of staring. OK, a lot. But could you really be to blame?
Warnings: 18+ only! Smut, thigh riding, reader orgasm, teasing, praise
A/N: I know, I know. I missed a few days. Don't eat me! Have Sam Wilson smut instead!
Honestly, you couldn't even deny how good this felt. Sat on Sam's lap, one of your legs slotted between his as your hips ground back and forth against his thigh, being guided by Sam's heavy hands. Like heaven found its way to Earth in the form of your boyfriends' thighs.
Your forehead rested against Sam's shoulder, a shuddering moan leaving your lips as he tensed his leg up. A deep chuckle filled your ear when your hips stammered but he kept you going. "Such a dirty girl, huh? Bet you've been thinking about this for weeks," Sam muttered in your ear.
The grip you had on the back of his head elicited a sudden groan from this Adonis of a man. A soft yet firm kiss pressed itself to your sweat-ridden hair, then across your cheek before landing on your lips. "Knew it, sweetheart," his words were muffled between your locked lips. "I was just waiting for you to make a move."
Without a word, Sam pulled your hips down a bit harder than he had before, the firm muscle of his thigh rubbing right against your cloth covered clit. He moved your body as though he knew exactly what you needed. And he did.
"'M gonna cum, Sammy," you gasped out, your slick drenching his skin as you got closer to that sweet edge of release.
"Yeah? You gonna make a mess all over my leg?" A wordless nod was all that you could manage. "Do it baby. Be a good girl and show me how much you wanted this."
It happened before you even realized it. Your walls clamped around nothing as you came, Sam's name tumbling from your lips like a prayer on repeat.
A rumbling hum left Sam's lips, his chin resting against the top of your head as he tucked your head against his chest. You could feel the bruising grip of his hands leave your hips and rub against your back, letting you bask in the afterglow of your orgasm.
After a few minutes, Sam couldn't help himself. "So...I take it you think my legs look good?" His teasing words brought a heat up to your cheeks. You smacked his chest lightly, no harm caused.
Sergi Kravinoff x fem!Reader
Summary: Sergi really loves leaving his mark on you.
Warnings: 18+ only! Smut, biting, mentions of blood
Word Count: 613
Things had gotten heated between the two of you; fervid words spewed, clothes ripped and tossed around the room, sweat blinding your vision as pleasure rippled through your body. Everything about this moment was more than enough to satisfy the need circulating in your veins. But, for some reason, Sergei wasn't quite as contented as you.
"Fuck Serg." The nickname fell from your lips in a broken moan as his hips rutted against your own, his cock dragging along your pulsating walls.
"God, you feel so good Золотце*. So fucking tight around me," Sergei muttered, his own body above your own as he held onto your hips.
His eyes drank in the sight below him; you, pressed into the mattress, hair a mess, some pieces stuck to your skin like it had been glued down. Your chest was rising just as fast as it was falling and your mouth was cracked open just the slightest, your sweet noises like music to Sergei's ears.
Sergei gripped your hips a bit tighter, pulling your lower body up a bit so your back rested against his legs. A nearly silent gasp escaped your lungs as his cock started rubbing against the spot that always had you crumbling.
Sergei noticed the hitch in your breathing, a small smirk twitching at his lips. "Right there, huh?" He asked, almost innocently, as if he hadn't ever gotten there before. The only response you could give was a breathless whimper, too fucked out to form actual words.
There was another sound that filled Sergei's ears, and it wasn't a vocal one. An erratic thump, thump, thump pulsed through his ear canal. A heartbeat...that wasn't his own. Just the thought of him being able to bring you so much pleasure brought out something animalistic in him.
Without a second thought, Sergei lowered his body so his chest was pressed against your stomach, still keeping up with the brutal pace of his thrusts. His head dipped into the crook between your neck and shoulder, parted lips pressing bruising kisses to your clammy skin.
Your fingers found purchase in his back as his cock continued bullying its way against your sweet spot. A deep growl eminated from Sergei's chest. "You're close, aren't you Лисичка*?"
"Please," you whimpered out, the sound fitful as you spoke. You didn't quite know what you were asking for but Sergei was more than willing to supply.
You felt his hand snake between your bodies before it made contact with your clit, rubbing small but quick circles on the sensitive bud. The feeling of that alone sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body. Your walls clenched impossibly tight around his cock, wringing it in a vice grip.
"There ya go, sweetheart. Gonna cum all over my cock, aren't ya?" He muttered, his teeth scraping against the flesh of your neck. A shiver ran up your spine at the sensation.
The combination of his fingers and cock was enough to send you over the edge, your orgasm washing over you like a weighted blanket. You were so far gone you didn't even feel as Sergei dug his teeth straight into your neck, his own orgasm hitting him like a truck.
You two stayed like that for who knows how long before Sergei finally slipped out of you, a soft whine leaving your throat. He pulled back enough to look at you like you had hung the stars and moon.
When you garnered enough strength to open your eyes, you saw a dark red trail leading down from Sergei's mouth to his chin. "Sorry, sweetheart. Got a bit carried away." There was not a single ounce of regret in his apology.
Pairing(s): Sam Wilson x Teacher!Reader
Summary: Coming home after a long day at work is the best part of your day.
Word Count: 208
As soon as your bag touched down on the kitchen counter, it felt like the day's stresses slid off your shoulders. All the tests, all the notes taken and lectures given, homework collected…none of it mattered at the moment. What mattered the most was the fact that you could finally rest without students incessantly jabbering in your ears.
“Finally.” The person the voice belonged to rounded the corner. Sam appeared from the hall, leaning against the archway of the kitchen, a smile gracing his features. “Thought they’d held you captive,” he said in a joking manner.
Something along the lines of a laugh fell from your lips. “Sure felt like it. Grading took longer than expected.”
Sam let out a small hum as his feet carried him towards your exhausted figure. You’d felt his hand gently cup the back of your neck before your brain had even registered that he’d moved his arm. Sam pulled your weary body right up against him and it was like everything around you two melted away.
The stresses of the day fled from your mind and your body almost immediately collapsed into him. Nothing could compare to being held by the one person who’d always pick you up when things were hard.
Found this on an old flashdrive and you cannot tell me this isn't Captain John Price coded. Like could you just imagine John has been home for a few months, meaning he hasn't been working out as much, his stomach becoming a bit heavier with all the foods you've been cooking.
And you just can't get enough of it. Don't get me wrong, no matter how he looks, John's body is incredible. But there's just something so...domestic about him when he starts looking like this.
“You are responsible for the minors in your fandom!!!”
No, I’m fucking not. I’m not your parent. My past-times do not automatically sign me up to act in loco parentis. If you need someone else to monitor your own content consumption online, go get mommy and/or daddy to set up a content blocker on your computer.
1. Making a good faith effort to include relevant and informative tags and labels on my creative works.
2. Making a good faith effort to use the “author chose not to warn” rating, a “contains potentially upsetting content” note, cuts or community ratings, or otherwise indicating that there might be untagged, triggering content if I’m not up to or don’t want to tag it.
3. Being a good fandom citizen; not sending death threats or hate, not bullying people, being kind and thoughtful to those I interact with, and leaving alone things that would prompt me to act otherwise.
4. Curating my own experience; not engaging with people or material that I know will be harmful or upsetting to me, disengaging when I realize that something is harmful or upsetting to me, and using tools such as blocklists and tag filters to hide content I don’t want to see.
5. Doing the opposite of whatever the fuck bullshit is going on in tiktok at all times.
Being a good fandom citizen; not sending death threats or hate, not bullying people, being kind and thoughtful to those I interact with, and leaving alone things that would prompt me to act otherwise.
It is simply JUST that easy. All the fandom shit exists because people choose to behave badly and it’s too often younger ones holding fandom spaces as societal influence & activism spaces instead of a HOBBY SPACES.
If you’re old enough to search out fandom content, you are old enough to curate your own experience. We didn’t have algorisms when I was younger and that’s what you had to do
Now you have a much easier time of avoiding what you don’t want to see. It is still up to YOU provided things are tagged properly.
If you walk into a tagged work and don’t like it, it’s on YOU.
This fight didn't start because the people are hungry, not because they are unemployed, not because they have no hope, no future, not because the corruption is out of control, not because the people in power have stolen all the money from oil, gas, ressources. No. It started because one 22 year old girl Mahsa Amini died for not covering her hair. It started for women. Now Men are out there fighting, risking their lives shoulder to shoulder with women. Their mothers, wives, friends, lovers, sisters and daughters. This is the world we need. Everyone standing up, for each other. Against oppression, against ignorance. Long live the spirit of Iran which never dies. Long live this country and its people. After hundreds of years of oppression, they still have a heart of gold that burns in dignity and caring love for one another. Long live people of Iran🇮🇷🕊
this ratio :/ don’t get me wrong i love writing but it’s so disheartening and this drains me of motivation
likes aren’t going to spread content around (sending kisses to those that reblog/leave feedback mwah)
please please reblog or leave a lil comment to writers that dedicate their time to giving u free content!!!! support them bc they’re some of the people that keep the community/fandom u love alive!!
Summary: You only wanted something to go right today and maybe that thing is waiting for you at home.
Pairing(s): Thor x Fem!Midgard!Reader
Warnings: swearing
Today was one of those days. You had slept right through your alarm for training, which resulted in you getting your ass chewed out by Sam. Then, as you were walking to a meeting, which you were also late for because Sam made you do everything you missed in training, someone slammed into you, knocking you to the ground along with all the papers you had needed. “Fucking hell,” you cursed under your breath, quickly gathering the materials that dropped.
“I am so sorry, my little dove.” You slightly relaxed as the voice of your loving boyfriend entered your ears. He leaned down and helped pick up the papers, handing them to you. “I didn’t see you there. Why are you in such a rush,” Thor asked with genuine curiosity.
“I am late for a meeting with Fury and some of the others. And if I’m any later, I think Fury will have my hind end hanging above his fireplace. So, if you’ll excuse me.” Rushing around the mountain of a god, you practically sprinted towards your destination.
After what seemed like forever and twenty days, you were dismissed from the meeting, but not without getting reprimanded (again) by Sam. This time, though, he took more action. “I’m barred from missions,” you asked incredulously. “You’re kidding me, right? I was late twice and that’s enough to get me sidelined?”
“Yes, it is. And you will be until I decide that you are ready to go back.” Sam was really pushing it. The first time being late was your fault, you will admit, but the second was absolutely not your fault.
“This is bullshit and you know it, Wilson. Barnes was late five times last week, five, and you did nothing about it. And yet I’m the one getting barred from missions for being late twice, once of which was your fucking fault?” Your voice had raised past the speaking volume, nearing a shouting one. Sam looked at you like you had eight heads. “Fine. But maybe we shouldn’t play favorites just because Barnes is with your damn sister.”
Roughly grabbing your work, you walked out of the office, leaving Sam too stunned to speak. Maybe you had taken it too far with your last statement, but you didn’t care. It truly was unfair. But it was the truth and everybody knew it. While everybody around would get significantly harsher punishments, Bucky would be let off with, at most, a slap on the damn wrist. And you were sick and tired of it.
Slamming the front door open and shut, you slipped your shoes off at the door and put your work on the kitchen table. Thor had clearly heard your entrance as he was walking down the stairs within moments of you sitting down. “Hard day, my dove?” He brought his hands up, trying to massage the tension from your shoulders.
“Yeah. Wilson barred me from missions for the next month,” your voice was barely above a whisper, sadness finally creeping its way through you. You could feel Thor tense up behind you, but he said nothing. “I was only late twice. I’ve never been late since I started working with the team and all of a sudden, it’s such a big deal.” Tears of frustration sprang to your eyes, still not understanding.
“I’m so sorry. Maybe I could speak with Sam and clear this up.” You shook your head, not wanting to have Thor fight your battles for you.
“It wouldn’t even matter. He’s made up his mind.” You turned around in your seat, coming face-to-chest with your love. Peering up at him, Thor could clearly see the sadness dwelling in your eyes, so he decided to change that and make the rest of your evening…happier.
“How about you go take a nice, hot shower and relax,” he suggested, rubbing up and down your arms in a comforting style. “I’ll take care of everything else. I’ll even order food from that place you like so much.” At the mention of your favorite mom-and-pop diner, the sorrow in your soul slowly dissipated.
Without even saying a word, you got out of the chair and stood up, having to get on your tip-toes, pressing a chaste kiss to Thor’s lips. “Thank you, baby,” you said before walking upstairs and turning yourself nearly as red as a lobster.
You’d really have to thank Thor for suggesting a shower because it was like hitting the reset button. The tension in your shoulders and back lessened quite a bit, making you relax to the point where you almost fell asleep standing up. It was like a damn blessing.
After you finished showering and getting much more comfortable clothing on, you headed back downstairs, only to be hit with the smell of freshly made breakfast-for-dinner. As he heard you approaching, Thor turned towards you, smiling at his newly relaxed girl. “Better,” he asked, genuine curiosity lacing his voice.
“Very much.” Getting close enough, you wrapped your arms around Thor’s midsection, resting your head on his broad chest. He immediately wrapped his arms across your shoulders, giving you the comfort and warmth you’d been seeking out all day.
“Well, I have to keep my queen happy. Now, let’s eat.” And that’s what you did for the evening; eating pancakes and eggs for dinner with your loving and adoring king until you both retired to the bedroom, ready to put the stress of the day behind you.
Summary: Some people have the misconception that ADHD means someone just has a “quirky” personality, except it is anything but. And sometimes, it gets messy.
Do not copy, translate, or post any of my stories anywhere you write stories, whether that’s here, Wattpad, or Ao3.
Most days, you’ve got it under control. You take your meds the way the doctor prescribed them and you carry on with your day. Other days, it’s a bit more challenging. Time feels like it’s moving too slow but too fast all at once. Getting out of bed feels like wrestling with an alligator, the sun is just a bit too bright, the sound of the wind hitting the building is too loud and everything feels like it’s notched up to eleven. Life is more of a struggle to get through on these days and it’s the most dreadful experience that you can dwell on. But, you have to try to push through because after all, bad guys aren’t going to stop trying to take over the planet because you’re not having a good day.
You woke up with a gut feeling that something was going to go wrong today but you couldn’t really place your finger on what it was. Shaking off the nagging feeling, you got out of bed, a bit sluggish, but nothing a cup of coffee couldn’t fix (hopefully). After getting dressed, you went downstairs to be met by a less-than enthusiastic team quietly munching on breakfast. You made yourself a cup of coffee before grabbing your meds and downing them both like your life depended on it.
As the day progressed, you noticed how everything was becoming a bit overwhelming. For instance, you were training with Sam and every time your skin connected with his, you swear you could feel every fiber on him. When you were sitting in the common area working on a debriefing for Fury, Yelena walked in and sat just far enough away from you to not be a bother. But her presence alone ignited something in you. Getting up from the couch and grabbing the case, you left without even saying a word, heading towards the kitchen, where nobody was thankfully.
That was until Bucky had walked into the kitchen. Big mistake, although it wasn’t really his fault. “Hey doll. How’re you doing?” An innocent question, just wondering how your day’s going. Unfortunately, your brain didn’t like the fact that he had talked and disturbed your peace and quiet, even though you had it when Yelena sat by you.
An irritated sigh left your mouth. “I’m fine.” Short, sweet and simple. Hopefully he’ll leave you alone now.
But today just wasn’t your day. “That’s good. Wanna do something later? We could go out to eat or we can just order in and put something on Netflix if you want.” The more he talked, the more you just wanted to disappear and never come back out. Your brain felt like it was on the verge of exploding as Bucky kept talking, suggesting ideas for a date night.
“Sorry to interrupt, and not to be rude, but if you keep talking, I think I’m going to fling myself in front of a bus.” With your sudden remark, Bucky immediately halted his words, looking at you as if you had three heads.
“Are you ok, doll?” Bucky asked, moving a bit closer to rest his hand on yours. The suddenness of his hand touching yours immediately made you recoil your hand away from his. That was your breaking point.
Tears filled your eyes as you grabbed your files off the table and rushed out of the kitchen, making your way towards the staircase, deciding that the elevator would take too long to get you where you wanted to go. As fast as you managed to go, it didn’t feel fast enough. You just wanted to be in the safety and quiet of your own room, where nobody could bother you.
Finally arriving at your room, you locked yourself inside, allowing yourself a moment of peace and quiet before the sobs took over. It felt like everything was collapsing in on you, a heavy weight settling on your chest that made it hard to breathe. There was a buzzing noise in your ears and you couldn’t figure out where it was coming from, your clothes were too tight, the fan pushing air around was too loud, and you just wanted everything to stop.
It felt like hours before you finally moved from in front of the door to your bed, letting the marshmallow-like square swallow you and your troubles. After a while, you felt like everything was slowly coming to a stop; the buzzing in the back of your head, the constant humming from the ceiling fan, and you felt like your clothes were breathable again. Everything was going back to normal.
You didn’t know how much time passed, but you were pulled from your nap by a three-sequenced tapping at your door. “Baby, can I come in?” You sighed, knowing sooner or later you’d have to face Bucky.
Getting up, you made your way to the door, unlocking and opening it for the supersoldier. A look of great concern crossed his features as Bucky took a good look at you after not seeing you for a few hours. Your hair was all tousled, the bags under your eyes even darker than before. Bucky could see the tear tracks that ran down your cheeks. “Are you OK?”
You nodded, trying to gather your thoughts in order to example why the fuck you were acting like an asshole earlier. Gently grabbing his hand, you led Bucky into your room, closing the door behind you with a click. “You know I have ADHD, right?”
“That’s what your medicine is for,” he said in understanding.
I nodded. “So, sometimes, the medicine doesn’t work as well as it normally does and it makes everything much more…amplified. Like, the dial’s been turned up to the max and then some.” It’s like something clicked in Bucky’s brain as he was piecing together all the things that happened.
“Wow. Your brain really doesn’t like you, does it?” You chuckled as you shook your head no, both of you making your way over to sit on the end of your bed. “Sometimes I get like that, you know? Cause of the serum and all, so I kinda know what it’s like. But, next time this happens, come right to me, ok doll? You don’t have to suffer alone because of it.”
polish government has opened a website for ukrainians seeking safety and trying to cross the ukrainian-polish border:
ua.gov.pl
as of 13:10 polish time, it has been said as many people as possible will be let through the borders. they are also supposed to let through children who do not have passports, as to not divide families.
Gov.pl is a legit website connected to the polish government i use it to look at tax info and school stuff (it has the lessons for the teachers written out) and driving license info. So this is legit!!!
Ukrainian friends, you can also cross the border to Slovakia, with or without a passport, or at least that’s the latest update from our Ministry of Interior. You must prepare yourselves for waiting in lines as they check every individual vehicle upon entering (waiting times according to our news are hours long because of shitty capacities but hopefully after today the officials will figure out a more effective system). If anybody has a link too, I’d be grateful as I haven’t found anything useful prior to adding to the post. I hope you all stay safe.
Romania is also willing to accept up to 500,000 refugees from Ukraine. Be prepared for long waiting times at the Siret border crossing.
If you can reach Germany, they are willing to accept refugees as well. Our minister of the interior, Nancy Fraeser, said that all Ukranians with a biometric passport can come to Germany even without a visa and stay there for 90 days.
This blog is pro choice and supports people’s right to have an abortion
If you think abortion should be made illegal, that it’s “murder”, that it’s a sin, that people should be forced to give birth as “consequences” for having sex, or any other anti choice/forced birth bullshit, then kindly fuck off.
Pairing(s): Bucky Barnes x Reader, Avengers x Reader (all platonic)
Warnings: swearing, mention of past/current abuse
Prompt: “You want what everyone wants. You want a love that consumes you. You want passion, and adventure, and maybe even a little danger.”
Word Count: 1780
Do not copy, translate, or post any of my stories anywhere you write stories, whether that’s here, Wattpad, or Ao3.
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Life never treated you well. Not even when you were just an innocent child, trying to navigate your way in this terrible world. You were forced into a cold and unloving organization that was run by people who don’t really give a shit that you were only 2 when they stole you. They never treated you like a human, more like a laboratory experiment, which kind of went haywire. When you were brought in, the sleaze running this entire operation stripped you of everything you had so far, which was only a name you had just barely begun to learn, and they assigned you a number, much like a court case; experiment 973. And that’s what you went by for the next 23 years of your life.
The day you were rescued from that deranged and psychotic place was...hectic to say the least. It began like any other day while you were their little pet; get woken up at the ass crack of you don’t know when, test out your powers until you physically passed out and then get ungracefully woken again only to be forced to use your powers. This continues for hours on end before these assholes make you go fight actual people in hopes that you aren’t lacking in physical strength. You fight until bodies start piling up and when your sadistic handlers are satisfied with your progress, as if you haven’t they haven’t been training you to take down monsters bigger than Goliath himself. But something wasn’t right and you could feel it in the enclosed space of your cell.
While you normally had a rough awakening by someone poking, prodding, and eventually yanking you out of bed, nobody was there. In fact, there wasn’t even a peep from the cells neighboring yours. That was until you heard multiple gunshots and multiple bodies slumping against the floor. See, the thing about HYDRA is that they’ve trained you for this exact moment but every single ounce of training they’ve ingrained in your body and mind left the building completely as you hunkered down against the wall furthest from the thick, metal door barricading you from the outside world.
Suddenly, the door you were just measly standing behind came crashing down, dust from the unwashed floor rising. After the dust settled, you looked up to see the poster boy of HYDRA himself, the Winter Soldier. “Steve, I’ve got a live one here. Female, looks to be in her mid-20s,” he whispered into his ear piece. He slowly moved closer, putting his weapon away as he noticed your frail body shaking from fear. “У тебя все нормально? Я ведь не бил тебя дверью?*” Shaking your head, the soldier stopped in front of you, kneeling next to you. “Меня зовут Баки. Что у тебя?” Shrugging your shoulders, you made an attempt to look over at him. “That’s ok. How long have you been here?”
“двадцать три года*,” you said, a bit of hesitation in your voice, finding it hard to speak after decades of being punished if you spoke out of turn. As you finished speaking, you heard another voice, one which you assumed belonged to this Steve person.
“Хорошо. Стив дал мне добро, чтобы мы могли убираться отсюда,” Bucky said, standing back up on his feet. But you weren’t too sure about this. Along with your training, your handlers had pushed on you the notion that the Avengers, and anyone associated with them, were out to harm you, always, and that’s why you needed to be able to defend yourself.
“Ты ведь не сделаешь мне больно, верно? О-или убить меня,” you asked, clear hesitation towards the soldier who was about to grant you freedom from this hellhole.
Bucky looked at you with sympathy drawn over his features. Shaking his head, he gently grabbed your hands, a shiver traveling up your spine at the coolness from the vibranium arm. “Конечно, нет. Я вытащу тебя отсюда.”
-TIME SKIP-
It had been a few months since the Avengers had rescued you from HYDRA and you were beyond grateful that Bucky had stumbled upon you that day. But the fear that HYDRA had instilled in you about being near the Avengers was still running rampant in your system. Whenever someone knocked on your door, or came up behind you, your fight or flight instincts kicked in like that of an animal in the wild. You thought it’d be better by now, considering you have been going to therapy since coming to the compound. But today, all your frustrations came to a head.
You probably should’ve been in bed considering it was 4 in the morning but you needed to burn off some steam. What you failed to realize was that a certain super soldier was sitting in one of the boxes above the training center, watching your every move. But, him being a super soldier meant that he could pick up on more than you realized. Bucky had noticed that blood dripping onto the floor, which came from your terribly wrapped hands.
He knew you were on edge, but not like you were when he first got you out. By the time that you realized Bucky was in your presence, it was a bit too late. You felt a hand on your shoulder; two seconds later you had the body attached to the arm on the floor, your other arm extending towards their throat, keeping them pinned to the floor.
Once the haze cleared, you could tell who it was that you had down on the ground. “Buck? Oh my god.” Quickly pushing yourself off of him, you started pacing the gym floor. “Fucking shit. I am so sorry Bucky. I-I didn’t mean to do it. Are you ok? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” You kept rambling and pacing until Bucky stopped you, stepping in front of you to stop you from wearing a hole in the floor.
“I am fine, кукла. Are you ok? Your hands are bleeding.” Looking down, you saw the streaks of red coming out from under the tape on your hands. “Let’s go get you fixed up, ok?” Nodding, you followed Bucky out of the gym and towards the medical center. “So, what’s got you going at 4 in the morning anyway?”
“I couldn’t sleep. No matter what I tried. I even tried that tea Wanda suggested. By the way, don’t drink it. It tastes like dirt.” Bucky chuckled as you sat on a gurney, grabbing supplies from the cabinets. “What are you doing? Shouldn’t we wait for, you know, a doctor, or an actual medical professional to come in and do this,” you immediately questioned him.
“Do you seriously doubt my suturing skills? I did serve in World War II, so I’m pretty confident that I know my way around a needle and thread,” he said, carefully unraveling the useless tape from around your knuckles, taking a look at the damage. “Yeah, this’ll probably take a little bit, but don’t you worry, Dr. Barnes is always here to help.” Bucky smiled at you, calming your nerves the tiniest bit.
After prepping and numbing you properly, Bucky began stitching your open wounds shut. “So, do you wanna talk about why you couldn’t fall asleep? Talking might help, at least it usually does for me,” Bucky asked, not taking his eyes off his work in progress.
“I, uh, I keep having nightmares. They went away for a bit, when I could actually sleep for the night, but for some reason, they’ve come back,” you admitted quietly, almost like it was a dirty little secret.
“Well, you’ve only been here a few months so I wouldn’t expect your nightmares to just instantly go away. It took me a few years to actually get a good night's sleep with them waking me or anybody else up. So I know exactly how you feel,” he said, finishing up before wrapping your hands in sterile dressings. “And you are all set. Now, no excessive force, which includes going to the gym at 4 in the morning and working out like you are about to fight the Hulk.” You laughed lightly, shoulders loosening up.
“Why are you being so nice to me? I mean, you just stitched up my hands cause I got too into my own brain after I almost choked you when you could’ve just dropped me here and gone back to bed.” Tears filled your eyes once more, a thickening feeling surrounding your concerns.
Bucky sighed, gingerly sitting next to you on the gurney. “When I found you at the base, I knew it wasn’t going to be an easy ride for you. Or for anyone here really. Adding another member to the team can sometimes jostle things around. And I knew for a fact that you would feel like an outcast amongst some of the biggest heroes the world has ever seen...so far,” he said as you laid your head against his arm, wiping away the tears that had made their way down your face. “And I thought maybe, just maybe, if we became friends or even just acquaintances, that you wouldn’t feel so alone here. Cause I know exactly how that feels. And ever since coming here, I can see what I looked like when I was found; lost, felt like I didn’t deserve anything good or even deserving of love. But even though you hide it with a sort of tough exterior and you’re used to being trapped away, I can tell you something about yourself that you probably don’t even know,” Bucky said in a matter-of-fact voice.
“Oh yeah? What would that be,” you asked, quite curious as to what he may have found out.
“You want what everyone wants. You want a love that consumes you. You want passion, and adventure, and maybe even a little danger. Cause that’s exactly how I feel right now.” At some point, of which you weren’t sure, Bucky had hooked his fingers under your chin, turning your face up to meet his. Your eyes finally met his, capturing the look of a pure and innocent love in his icy stare. He slowly leaned down, but stopping right before your lips collided. “Is this ok?” Quickly nodding, Bucky pressed his lips to your own, cupping your face as your injured hands made their way to his sides.
Pulling back, Bucky rested his forehead against yours. “Never thought that this is how we would have our first kiss, doll,” he said, making you laugh which in turn caused him to chuckle. “But, I’m not at all opposed to it.”
“I’m glad. Now let’s get out of here. I’m tired.”
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1. У тебя все нормально? Я ведь не бил тебя дверью - Are you ok? I didn’t hit you with the door, did I?
2. Меня зовут Баки. Что у тебя? - My name is Bucky. What’s yours?
3. Это хорошо. Как давно ты здесь? - That’s ok. How long have you been here?
4. двадцать три года - 23 years.
5. Хорошо. Стив дал мне добро, чтобы мы могли убираться отсюда. - Ok. Steve gave me the go ahead so we can get out of here.
6. Ты ведь не сделаешь мне больно, верно? О-или убить меня? - You aren’t going to hurt me right? O-or kill me?
7. Конечно, нет. Я вытащу тебя отсюда. - Of course not. I’m going to get you out of here.
8. Кукла - Doll
If you see this on another blog, @multifandomwhre , that is my first blog where I submitted it to @sweeterthanthis “Quote Me” challenge.
you are allowed to take a break. you don’t have to write if you don’t feel like it.
everyone has their own pace. it doesn’t matter if you writer one page or ten pages a day, you are still a writer.
your first draft is going to suck. every first draft or every book has sucked. i’ll get better and better as you edit. that’s what editing is for, making your work actually good.
experiment. try out new routines, new styles, new genres. it’ll never harm you. you’ll gain experience and become a better writer. you’ll understand what suits you and what doesn’t.
you don’t need publishing to be a writer. publishing is just an option but if you don’t want to you can just keep your writing to yourself.
if you write, then you’re a writer. no matter how much experience you have, what genre you write, if you are published or not. you are a writer.
everyone is different. everyone has a different style so find your own and rock it. search for inspiration but ultimately focus on what allows you to express your ideas in the best way possible.
you are doing great. no matter how productive you are, how much you’ve written, how fast you write. you are gonna achieve your goal and it’s gonna feel so good.
for anyone who wants to see more stuff like this, you can probably find clips of it on YouTube. it came from a show called “Wonder Showzen” and it’s responsible for these gems, too:
s-u-f-j-a-n-s-t-e-v-e-n-s
titsay
amandla
