@princessmisery666 / princessmisery666.tumblr.com
🥰Fluff // 💔Angst // 💀Death // 🤬Language // 🔞Smut // 💋Cheating // 👊🏻Violence // 🍺Alcoholism // 🥵Implied Smut // ⚠Trigger Warning
Reblog In honour of the release of The Falcon and The Winter Soldier and just because I can 💜
Word Count:
Part 3: 949 Series: 4.6k
Characters: Reader, Bucky, Sam, Steve, Natasha
Pairing: Reader x ??
Warnings: Shenanigans, Language, Bickering Bucky and Sam, Sexual Innuendo
Beta’d by @shy-violet-soul - thank you so much, love!
Summary: Sam and Bucky have been battling for Y/N’s affections since they met. How will they fare when she sets a bit of friendly competition to pick the best suitor?
A/N: Series co-written with @princessmisery666 who will posting the final part tomorrow (4/11/20). If you want to be tagged and are not on either of our taglists, just shoot us an ask.
This was written for @princessmisery666‘s Triple Celebration Challenge. Our prompts were “Everything hurts and I’m dying.” “Don’t be so dramatic.” and “Did you just lick me?” and will be bolded when used. Also my co-creator made the bomb-ass title card. Thanks babes! This has been a blast to work on with you!
Part 3
For smart men, they were pretty dumb. How they hadn’t caught on to her scheme she would never know. The second task Y/n had for set them was to prove they could work as a team, without arguing.
She wanted to switch bedrooms, there was an empty room on the same floor as Steve, two floors above her current room. She claimed the room was better for “feng-shui”, the sunlight hit that room better. It was all a crock of shit, yet Sam and Bucky had spent the last hour and a half hauling her solid oak wood furniture around and positioning it wherever she asked.
Then re-positioning it when she stated the “angles were off.”
To their credit they hadn’t fought. They’d made snarky remarks to one another but had mainly been civil in discussing how to best maneuver the heavy furniture.
Y/n had propped herself against the doorframe of her new bedroom, arms folded across her chest as she watched the boys work. They’d both removed their shirts - taking the opportunity to flex and show off - and Y/n wasn’t mad about it in the slightest. Watching their muscles ripple and flex under a small sheen of sweat, she had to admit it was a rather enjoyable show. There were worse ways she could have spent her day.
Tagging: @ne-gans / @pinknerdpanda / @until-theend-oftheline / @dancing-the-hellfire-rumba / @crashdevlin / @the-dead-skwad / @evansrogerskitten / @firefly-in-darkness / @deans-baby-momma / @p3nny4urth0ught5 / @drakelover78 / @fandomoniumflurry / @manawhaat / @supernatural-jackles / @thecleverdame / @dean-winchesters-bacon / @waywardbaby / @slytherkins / @idreamofplaid / @lonewolf471 / @thegirlwhorunswithwinchesters / @negans-lucille-tblr / @sebbbystaaan / @that-damn-girl / @the-minus-four / @1000roughdrafts /
