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stanningstanhd · 10 months

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THIS is The Most Beautiful Bucky Smut scene I have EVER read in my life.

I’ll link it below for you guys, but stop what you are doing right now and read this.

There are fics that deserve more recognition and then there are stories like the one I just read. I wanted to spread the word to everyone about the most amazing, beautiful, raw, stunning, and alluring sex scene of any Bucky Barnes fanfiction I’ve ever read. Putting Nicholas Sparks, that one fic Possessed, to SHAME.

Like, seriously.

Stop what you are doing right now, and listen to this rant I’m about to go on. This is a well deserved rant.

I recently came across this fic called Take It Back by @allandoflimbo . The fic itself is probably the most underrated piece of art I’ve ever come across on here. To the point where after I read it it blew my mind that some cheaters only had a few hundreds likes, no comments, and some chapters not even in the hundreds, because when I tell you this story is BEAUTIFUL. I mean it with all my heart and soul.

You’ve probably get told a lot by other people go read this fic you’ll love it go read that one and you probably save them for later, but this is a story you do not save for later.

I am telling you right now, if you are reading this post, go goddamn read this heart wrenching and beautiful piece of art. DO IT!

Back to my purpose with this post…this story has a love scene in it. A smut scene. Sex scene, or what ever you prefer to call it. It’s in the core part of this book and so beautifully and perfectly placed. Even reading it alone is just…the amount of emotions, conviction, and goosebumps that will unravel over your body is insane. There are smut scenes in fics that make you hot and bothered, and this one does make you feel that way, but it also does something else to you. You break and heal at once. You cry and smile, you whimper and you have to take deep breaths.

I’m going to quote some of it here for you guys so you have a general idea of what I’m talking about.

The moment leading to the kiss.

There’s slow burns, and then there’s tension of unbelievable thickness, paced out so well that Alandoflimbo captures perfectly. You can tell she poured her heart into leading up to the kiss. That when it finally happens, you feel the same exact emotions they both feel when it happens.

First it’s the dialogue.

“You know why.”

Perfect. Three little words and the reader knows what’s going to happen.

It’s so quiet that the only thing you two can hear is the sound of his breathing, your tiny feet walking, and the distant hum of the refrigerator. You see the muscles in his back tense when you get closer to him, the silence in the room becomes unbearably quiet. It was screaming at you both, it was the answer you both needed in your own way. The silent scream was the phrase he had said moments ago that still lingered in the air like a damn siren. Because you loved him.

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You stretch out your fingers flat against his back, making him sigh. The moonlight peeks in through his large window as your hand drags slowly up his back. His breath hitches audibly at the feel of it. His eyes close together again as his right-hand falls against his leg. He rubs his hand there on his jeans. trying to get rid of the nervous sweat that had gathered on the edge of his palm. He can’t breathe.

There’s more, and so much much more before they kiss. And when they do it’s perfect.

And the smut scene…by god. BY FUCKING GOD.

Ten thousand words that would put Nicholas Sparks to shame. That’s right, ten thousand words.

Like I said, I’m still surprised at how unknown this story is because I’m not exaggerating when I say it is the best BuckyxReader fic out there. Please, please read it. This gem deserves all the attention in the world.

If you’re interested in just the sex scene, it’s in Chapter 17 “Our First Dance”. But I would recommend reading the full thing from the beginning if you can. I believe the author also put out a BuckyxOC Version if that’s more your thing.

This story is beautiful. Magnificent. Bravo @allandoflimbo , bravo.

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coldbrewandfangirling · 2 years

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Betrayal – A Bucky Barnes Fanfic Epilogue

AU / BuckyxOC

Summary:

Ava is an aspiring journalist, working on her first big story. Her life gets confusing when she meets James Buchanan Barnes, a charming, good-looking man, that she can hardly stay away from. She finds herself falling for him, hard, all while being haunted from ghosts of her past. But she can’t shake the feeling that he is hiding something from her.

CW: no major triggers

On Wattpad || On ao3 || Previous Chapter || Masterlist || Playlist

word count: 1429

Epilogue

6 Months later

"How did the court hearing go?" Ava stepped aside to let Wanda into the flat.

Ava had been living together with James in a flat for six months now and it couldn't have gone any better. James was always coming up with new things to surprise Ava with a romantic gesture and it still felt to Ava like she was freshly and madly in love.

Things were also going great with her own website. By now Wanda and Ava had enough daily visitors on their website to have monthly advertising revenue. And Ava could only be glad that she had moved into a three-room flat with a balcony with James – her flat served as an office and Wanda came over almost every day.

Just like today, even though the verdict on Wanda's brother Pietro's killers was in court today.

"I'm just glad it's over now and I can put it behind me," Wanda replied, dropping into a chair at the dining table. "My brother's killers are going to spend a long time behind bars and that means I can finally move on."

Ava joined Wanda at the dining table.

"Here we go then," Wanda said, pulling her laptop out of her bag.

Ava shook her head in amusement. Wanda didn't speak more openly about her feelings even after all the months they had spent a lot of time together. She preferred to bury herself in work.

"Is James not here today?" asked Wanda after a few minutes of pecking away at her keyboard.

Ava took a sip of her tea.

"He had to work today, but he should be home any minute."

Ava gripped her cup of tea tighter in her hand, reached for her phone and looked tensely at the time.

"God, what's up with you today? Can you stop with the wiggling?" Wanda looked at Ava, unnerved.

Ava hadn't even noticed that she was bouncing her leg, making the whole table move.

"Sorry." Ava tried to steady her leg.

"Now come on, tell me what's wrong," Wanda urged.

"All right." Ava took a deep breath. "Actually, I was going to wait until James got here to announce the news. But I can't keep it to myself any longer-"

Ava paused dramatically and Wanda rolled her eyes in annoyance. Just then, the front door was heard. Immediately Ava jumped up and ran towards the hallway, paying no further attention to Wanda, who let out an exasperated groan.

"James!" exclaimed Ava in excitement.

James had just opened the door and as soon as his eyes fell on Ava, he began to beam. He pulled her into a hug and kissed her deeply.

"What did I do to deserve such a joyous greeting?" James's lips were inches from Ava's and she could feel his fresh breath on her skin.

"I really need to tell you something," Ava replied.

"Actually, she was about to tell me something, but then you showed up," Wanda spoke up, having followed Ava into the hallway.

"I brought company." James ignored Wanda and took a step aside to let Steve and Nat into the small hallway.

Immediately Ava pulled Natasha into a hug – as best she could, after all Natasha was now 8 months pregnant and round as a ball.

"What are you doing here?" asked Ava in surprise, "We just saw each other yesterday!"

"Have you had enough of me already?" Natasha smacked Ava's arm with affectionate severity. Instead of giving Ava an answer, Natasha went ahead into the living room to sit down. Steve was immediately on hand to follow her, one hand gently placed on her lower back.

"Good, now that everyone is here anyway, I'll start with my news," Ava announced, standing in front of the sofa in the living room. "The New Yorker got in touch with me – they've been following our website since Day 1 and wanted to see what we'd make of it. Now they've offered me the chance to write a regular column for their magazine!"

Natasha's eyes widened and Ava could see that she would have loved to jump up immediately to give Ava a hug, but her baby bump prevented that.

"This calls for a celebration!" she cried instead, and Steve and Wanda also beamed contentedly at Ava.

"That's perfect timing, actually," James then said.

Ava noticed that he suddenly seemed nervous, but before she could ask him what was wrong, he disappeared towards the kitchen. The ringing of the doorbell distracted Ava.

"Oh, that must be Vision," Wanda declared and immediately jumped up to get the door.

"God, what's going on here today? If I'd known you were all coming, I would have prepared some food or at least some snacks." Ava stroked her face in frustration – this was not how she had imagined the day would go.

"Don't worry," Natasha said calmly, "today is definitely your day."

"What do you mean?"

Steve cleared his throat and Natasha started to giggle. Ava narrowed her eyes at her and crossed her arms in front of her chest.

"Is there something you want to tell me?" Ava tried to use her most mischievous voice, but instead Natasha just started laughing.

"Here comes the champagne!" Wanda stepped into the living room with two glasses of champagne, closely followed by Vision who also had two glasses in his hands.

"Where did James go now?" Slowly Ava was really starting to get annoyed. She wanted to toast her news with James!

But before she could get mad, music started playing from the direction of the balcony. Softly, "Lover" by Taylor Swift blared into the flat and Ava looked at her friends in wonder.

"You'd better go and see what's going on," Wanda said with a strange smile and nudged Ava towards the balcony.

Uncertainly, Ava walked around the dining table towards the sliding door – Taylor Swift's voice was getting louder. Ava stepped through the door and got goosebumps – it was late March, but still pretty cold.

"What's going on?" Ava's voice trembled.

James was standing in front of a wall decorated with many different, colorful flowers, behind him was an old record player still playing "Lover". Ava barely recognised her own balcony.

"Come here," James said, reaching for her hands.

Only now did Ava take a step towards him and accept his hand. Her brain refused to process the situation. James pulled Ava towards him by her hands and stroked her cheek lovingly. His blue eyes shone with excitement and he licked his lips before speaking again.

"Ava," his voice was barely more than a whisper, "I know the first few months of our relationship were overwhelming and confusing. But yet here we still are, together, side by side. I never dreamed that my job would one day fade into the background of my life, but that's exactly what happened. You came into my life and with that everything else took a step back, simply faded into the background. You brought light into the darkest corners of my fucked up life. Light, warmth and most of all love. I love you, Ava, and I don't want to go a day without you."

James paused and took a deep breath. Ava held her breath, not trusting her body to make even the slightest movement.

"And I know you don't like these old-fashioned, patriarchal structures, but I want to honour and love you as your husband until the day that I die. I want to be yours and call you mine. Will you therefore do me the incredible honour," James knelt down on one leg, pulled a small box from his pocket and opened it, "of becoming my wife?"

Ava's heart raced. The situation felt fake to her, surreal. Her eyes wandered to the small box in James's hand and the precious ring that lay inside. It was slender and silver, with a blue diamond that reminded Ava of James's eyes. It was beautiful. She looked into James's eyes again – uncertainty spreading through them.

"Holy shit," Ava blurted out. Her emotions overwhelmed her.

Then she fell around James' neck and kissed him passionately. Her heart was still hammering loudly in her ears.

"Is that a yes?" James removed his lips a tiny bit. His heavy breath gently grazed Ava's lips.

"Yes," Ava replied. Her lips met his again. His tongue pushed into her mouth and adrenaline and lust flooded Ava's body.

Only the excited cheers of her friends reminded Ava that they were not alone.

"Let's have a toast before these two go at it like animals right here on the balcony!", Natasha's voice reached Ava's ears over the pounding in her chest.

Satisfied, she looked up at her friends as James pulled her to his chest.

"I love you," James whispered in her ear.

"I love you," Ava replied, stealing one last kiss before letting Natasha pull her into a hug.

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your-highnessmarvel · 3 years

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METICULOUS - PART ONE

A/N: Chapter one, let’s go! a little intro, but this WILL get darker in the upcoming chapters. this isn’t a 100% soft fic. there will be more dub!con action, so if that’s not your thing, i do not suggest investing in this story. Otherwise, let’s hit it!

Chapter Warnings: soft!dark!bucky, mentions of stalking, mentions of animal neglect, language

Gifs are not mine!

SERIES MASTERLIST | MASTERLIST

PART ONE

Bucky brushes the crumbs from his dark blue cotton sweater, savoring the last of his croissant that, frankly, could have been out of the oven probably three days ago. It’s so stale. His tongue is dry, and as he swallows the last crumbs, he realizes he’s parched for a good glass of water.

He makes his way towards the back gate. He hates the front gate, the front lobby, the fucking elevators. His new condo complex is filled to the brink with fresh-faced graduates who think yoga in the lobby at six in the morning is cool, and young lawyers who care more about their style than the case they’re handling. Bucky has a few skills in... stalking, and he’s followed, on more than one occasion, a few of his fellow tenants. They are not as professional, immaculate, and put together as they portray. Most of them are late on their bills, don’t know how to cook for themselves (evidence enough in their garbage), and are not as vegan as they say they are.

The back gate to his new, government-issued condo leads to the short but quaint backyard that everyone can share. Let me rephrase. It is a fully furnished back yard, with an outdoor pool in the summer and a patio, for a condo complex of 100 units. It’s chaos.

But in the early hours of morning, there is only Savannah filming her morning yoga and Youssef on the jump rope. The hot summer rays are beginning to heat the outdoors as Bucky lounges the wall, desperate to not be spotted. He hates interacting with these people. They only talk about themselves.

“Meatball!”

The back door, which leads to the only staircase Bucky ever uses, flies open, and a girl comes running out, screaming. She slams brutally into Bucky, knocking the breath from his lungs, and by instinct, by the things put in him without his consent, he robotically wraps an arm around her shoulders and hauls her against him.

“Meatball!”

She struggles against him, messy hair getting into his face, and Bucky realizes she’s in a panic and releases her. She smells of clean soap and... flowers.

Bucky watches her tentatively. She’s wearing pajama shorts that cover barely anything at all, a loose camisole, and a short pink vest.

She stares at Bucky with big, wide eyes drinking in the first rays of morning sun. “Did you see a tiny little cat?” she asks, her voice roach, breathless. She’s probably been running.

Bucky shakes his head.

She’s beautiful, he realizes.

“He’s tiny!” she sobs, looking around. By now, she’s garnered the attention of jump-rope-man and yoga-girl. “Have you two seen a tiny little brown kitten?” she calls to them. They both shake their heads, exchanging a concerned look.

“Oh, God,” the girl mumbles, looking around. Her eyes are red from crying, her lips bitten raw.

Bucky feels the beginnings of pity and empathy build between his ribs. It’s numb, as it always is, because HYDRA took his ability to feel, and as his therapist said, it is up to him to harbor any emotion in order to feel better.

He takes a breath, biting the inside of his cheek. “Where did you see him last?” Bucky asks.

The girl turns to him, as if unaware of him even if, seconds ago, she was pressed up against him, albeit briefly. She frowns, raking a hand in her messy hair.

“Uh, in my condo,” she sniffs. “I left the door slightly open to get to the chute, and when I came back, he was gone.”

“And he’s a kitten?” Bucky asks.

She nods. “Yeah, he’s two months.”

Bucky gestures towards the stairs. “Then he wouldn’t have taken the stairs.” The girl nods, completely trusting him, and Bucky finds that he likes that, that he likes her dependency on him. “He’s too small. He’s probably in the hallway. Or hiding.”

She bolts for the stairs, Bucky behind her. “I’m on floor eleven,” she says, and Bucky groans. She couldn’t have been on an even higher floor?

By floor five, the girl is panting, slowing, sweat evident on her brow. Bucky watches in silence, begging his mind not to take him there, to where his eyes want to go. To where his mind is titillating towards. He’s careening, holding onto the imaginary railing in his mind.

She smells so good, and in the confined space of the stairwell, he can smell her everywhere. His heightened senses beg him to turn, to touch her, to taste those red lips, feel her skin that now glows from her exertion.

“I’m Elora,” she breathes, ripping him from his reverie.

He stares down, back at her, where she slowly follows behind him. “Bucky,” he says. “Or James.”

“You have two names?” she asks, her voice between sarcasm and true curiosity.

“Your cat’s name is Meatball,” he deadpans.

She snorts. It’s cute.

She’s evidently out of breath and physically drained by floor ten, and Bucky gives slight encouragements for her to continue. Her hair, loose and messy, has begun to stick to her cheeks, but she is more adorable now. Her face glows from the exertion, and Bucky watches her neck as she strains up the last stairs.

“I didn’t think about coming back up when I came running down,” she breathes as she reaches for the door to her floor.

Bucky grimaces. “We should have taken the elevator.” But he hates elevators. The space is so small, confined, and he can’t feel the air in his lungs nor on his skin. It’s like being buried alive. But he doesn’t tell her that.

She chuckles breathlessly as they emerge into the hallway. The rug is dark brown, just like on his floor. The walls are pristine, lights on the walls, on the ceiling. If Meatball was here, they’d find him.

Elora takes a second to catch her breath, leaning against the wall. Bucky lingers by, not even out of breath.

“Are some sort of marathon runner?” she asks between gulps of oxygen.

Bucky snorts. “No.” He puts his hands in his pockets, trying not to watch her chest heave up and down with every labored breath she takes. “Just fit, I guess.”

She rolls her eyes.

“Why Meatball?” Bucky asks, curious, unable to keep himself from asking her questions.

Elora swallows hard, finally starting to even out her breathing. “Well, you know that apartment block on the other side of the street?” she asks, jutting her chin. Bucky nods. “On the basement ground, there’s an apartment with, like, a whole zoo in there. I’ve never seen the owners. But I’ve seen all the animals. Sometimes I…” she trails off, laughing, pushing herself from the wall.

She starts to walk past him, towards her apartment, and Bucky follows. “Sometimes you what?” he insists, following a few steps behind, head down as if to appear uninterested but he’s shimmering with curiosity. What does this girl do on her free time?

She laughs again. “Well, you don’t work for the police, do you?”

Bucky raises a brow. “Are you murdering innocent people, animals?”

She stops, turns, looks up at him with a frown. She’s so close, he can smell her so much, see every detail of her skin, her eyes, her lips. “No,” she says. “I just go and… rescue those animals. You should see the living conditions.” She resumes walking. Bucky follows.

“So,” he begins, “if I got this straight. You break and enter into an apartment and steal their pets?”

She waves him off.

And just as they turn the corner of the hallway, Elora exclaims, “Meatball!”

She rushes towards a small, tiny little speck of brown fur curled up in front of door 1116. Elora picks up the kitten, cradling it to her chest, cooing and kissing it.

Bucky sighs. “He is very cute,” he acknowledges, eyeing the tiny creature with a small smile. Elora makes a noise of agreement. “So you stole Meatball from the apartment over?”

She rolls her eyes again, a behavior Bucky finds endearing.

“He was starving in there,” Elora mumbles. “I’d been in the apartment a few times. Giving the animals food. But this little guy here, I found nibbling on a rotting meatball. I just… took him home.” She looks up at Bucky with a daring expression, as if challenging her to say anything else about the wrongs of breaking and entering.

Bucky just shrugs, intent on knowing how exactly this girl breaks into homes to free dying cats from their neglectful owners.

“Hence the name,” Bucky mumbles.

She chuckles, nodding, and moves towards her door. “Well, mister James or Bucky… or whatever,” she says with a bright smile, stealing something in Bucky that makes him want to barge through that door with her. “I’ll see you around.” She gives a shrug of her right shoulder, tossing Meatball around in her arms, and turns to enter her condo. Bucky glimpses a soft, grey couch and the smell of vanilla.

“Yeah,” he breathes, steeling his gaze, hearing the soft click of her door closing.

He walks down the hall, back to the stairwell, the empty, grey, echoing stairwell, and shuffles his way down.

On floor five, he takes out his phone and dials Sam.

Ever since Sam took on the mantle of Captain America, the man has been busy, to say the least. But he always picks up when Bucky calls, and Bucky is counting on it.

“Wilson!”

“God, that’s arrogant,” Bucky replies in a low, mocking tone.

“Mister Barnes,” Sam sing-songs, chuckling. “What a pleasure. What you been up to, man?”

“Nothing.” Lie. “I’m going to need some gear.”

There’s a silence, a very concerned, friendly silence. “For what?”

Bucky hesitates. “Surveillance.”

“For who?”

“You’re going to laugh.”

Sam chuckles. “Damn right, I am,” he answers. “Tell me who’s it for.”

“There’s an apartment building on the other side of my new place that is neglecting their animals.”

“Oh,” Sam says. “Well, anything for you, Mister Animal Savior.” Sam chuckles but Bucky can hear the concern, the fear of being lied to, in his voice.

“I prefer Sir Pet Rescue,” Bucky retorts, but there’s barely any humor in his tone.

Because he’s lying. He has no intention whatsoever to surveil that apartment.

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smuts-slut · 2 years

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Sunrise ♡

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Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky x Allison ( OC )

Rating: All works are 18+

Word count: 985

Summary: Not smut, just Bucky and Allison having a good morning and him admiring her on a good morning. <3

A/N: This is my very first work written on Tumblr and I’ve never posted before. Also, I haven’t written smut in a VERY long time, so, sorry-

NOT PROOF-READ / DO NOT TRANSLATE OR REPOST.

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“Allie?”

His voice always sounded sweet to her as it was a familiar tone that was engraved into her mind. But especially now, when it was the early mornings and their bodies tangled under the sheets. His arm draped over her waist as his sleepy voice called for her response when he pulled his arm back so his hand firmly - yet so gently - held her waist.

Yet in response, he heard a soft and sleepy moan as she came to. It almost sounded like a “nuh-uh” with her mouth closed as if she were too tired to even open her mouth.

“Baby.. come on, let’s get up…”

Bucky tried to convince her to get out of bed with him yet when he heard the sigh through her nose and the same response, he took his answer. He sat up and his hand slipped from her waist, leaving her to miss the warmth of his hand as he got out of bed. Allison groaned in frustration and she slowly got up as well.

The thing about their little apartment that they shared was that when the sun hit the bedroom window just right, it created a beautiful golden haze in the room and it was Bucky’s favorite lighting to see Allison in. Especially now as he admired her bare body, they’d grown accustomed to each other’s bodies for a very long time, and yet every time he saw it, he couldn’t help but study her body as if he already didn’t have it memorized. Engraved into his skull and being.

However, he felt that pang of guilt when his eyes eventually fell upon the war wounds. It hurt his heart and soul, it was something he couldn’t avoid. Especially when he saw the black metal lined with gold past the halfway point of both of her thighs going down to her toes like shiny and expensive tights.

“Darling, you’re staring again.”

Her deep and half-awake voice snapped his from his train of thought and he smiled weakly, “I can’t help that your gorgeous, doll.” he flirted with her and she rolled her eyes in some playful annoyance, though, genuinely? She hated when he looked at her with pity or guilt.

“Doll,” she parroted back, as it was such an old nickname. The flirty nickname he gave every girl he used to date back when he was, what she called, a manwhore. “I’ll give you a moment to fix that.” she playfully warned him as she had slipped on her silk robe with nothing underneath.

“Fuck..” he swore under his breath and he knew damn well that she knew that drove him crazy; the thought of the only thing separating his eyes from her body was this thin and sexy piece of fabric. But he didn’t get too much time to undress her with his eyes as she whistled at him like she was calling the attention of a dog and she winked at him before leaving the room.

Oh, how she did drive him crazy. He’d never let anyone treat him the way she treated him, even if she playfully treated him like a mindless toy ( and he did the same, ) they both knew that they were each other’s everything, they had the scars to prove that.

After realizing he’d been lost in his thoughts, he put on clothes as well. Just some pajama pants, since he knew that seeing his bare chest and muscles made her go feral. As he walked out of the room to find his love, he found her in the kitchen and how she prepared some nice hot coffee for them.

Two mugs were set out as she poured it with the steam rising and he came up right behind her to place his hands on her hips and slid it up to her waist as she sighed softly in comfort at his hands being attached to her. His bare chest pressed right against her back and his chin rested on her shoulder as he watched her gentle hands work and the smell of coffee spilling into his sense. The sun hit her ring just right so it sparkled and made him squint a bit as the brightness, causing Bucky to pull his face back slightly and plant a firm kiss against her exposed neck and held it for a few moments before pulling away.

“Tell you what,” Allison started as she turned around to face him, “Our coffee is a bit hot, so why don’t we let it… cool off.” she practically purred and he instantly picked up on what she insinuated as she tilted her head down slightly and looked up at him and his eyes traveled again.

Down her collarbone and between her breasts a chain and two dog tags sat against her sternum. But she couldn’t help but admire him as well, her hands touching his chest and feeling every muscle and scar on him as her hands slowly and lightly traced down to the waistband of his pants, the elastic hugging his hips perfectly and making her sigh at the want of him. His hands untied the robe’s belt and slowly opened it so he saw her body he’d just been staring at earlier.

He lightly kissed her lips and held the front of her throat gently, as a symbol that she only belong to him. God, the little possessive actions made her body feel hotter, or was it the room? They both let out a little hum into the kiss before he pulled away and from the look that she gave him from under her eyelashes, he knew they weren’t going anywhere that day. He felt the need to make a playful and suggestive comment as his hands explored her body, the icy cold one making her shiver.

“I think our coffee may be a little cold by the time we get to it..”

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aingealcethlenn · 3 years

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Finding Home Intro

Author’s Notes *Please Read First* Tag List

My name is Marena Petrova.

I was raised and trained in the Red Room Academy.

You’ve never heard of me.

I wasn’t one of the Black Widows from the Academy, however. I was a part of Hydra’s Winter Soldier program.

Hydra made several attempts to create the perfect weapon, but only two were successful; the first and the last.

There were distinct differences in the way I was ‘programmed’ versus that of the others. Though I, too, had trigger words implanted, they were never truly needed.

According to the stories, The Winter Soldier was the best assassin Hydra's ever had, but that was simply because no one knew I existed. I was their best-kept secret.

I was the student that surpassed the teacher.

Typically, the Winter Soldier succeeded in every mission. There was but one stain on his record. Mine.

For years, I had concealed myself from Hydra. Now, as an ally of the Avengers, I was thrown right back into their sights.

Luckily for me, The Soldier was the only one in Hydra who still knew of my existence. I had taken care to eliminate the others, one by one.

Much like the Soldier himself, I was a phantom, a ghost, a memory - a story.

This is ours.

Chapter 1 - Masterlist

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wingedscythe · 3 years

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She floated spectral and weightles and looked at her own nearly mangled body slouched into nearly as much beaten Tony Stark who stared wide eyed at ...it.

And then looked at Steven Strange who seemed to see her in her current astral form.

Peter scrambled to his father figure, glued himself there and started to tear up.

- The fuckin hell is that! -Screamed Bucky- Sacrifice all our purest year or what!

He fell near Tony and cradled the winged body.

- I was supposed.... why did she help me...- whispered resident genius

- Come back Angel, you helped Iron Moron here, so now we'll go on that vacation an will go with all our scars, wings, and armless whenever we want- the ex- assassin traced the black messy hair and matted dirty feathers-

Ariana looked at sad Peter and equally sad Tony.

- Birdie...- and Stark for once was speechless hugging his boy and one tear rolled slowly on both their cheeks

She doved into her body abruptly and woke with a pained swear.

- If I ever hear someone calling me Angel I will beat the crap out of them- she vowed and then gently brushed those teary cheeks of her mouthy boys

And turning in Bucky's lap she looked deep into those stormy eyes and kissed him right in front of all.

And the seargent smiled into a kiss.

As they stood she hugged spider-boy and poked an armed shoulder of Tony. -You don't get monopolise self-sacrificing saving people any more in this company- she grinned impishly at several facepalms around.

#Buckyxoc #Tony saved from dying #Astral hovering

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rjnorth-writes · 3 years

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R.J.North-Writes Masterlist!

A comprehensive list of some of the Headcanons/AUs/Playlists for all of my works.

Monthly Writing Challenge(s): There will be a Masterlist of these separately too once I’ve written enough.

The Stories:

Solace Saga:

Solace (Complete)

Condolence (Complete)

Constancy (In Progress)

Solace Headcanons: Military Headcanons

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Little Miss SHIELD Series:

The Cost of the SHIELD (Complete)

Candle in the Dark (Complete)

Evermore (Complete)

Days in the Sun (In Progress)

Prompts/One-Shots:

The Smell of Coffee in the Morning: Just a small fluffy morning between the two pre-lovebirds in 1944.

Playlists: Coming Soon

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Carrying on:

Carrying On (In Progress)

Headcanons: Coming Soon

Prompts/Asks:

“I’m going to marry you one day.”

Carrying On - Aladdin!AU:

Coming VERY Soon.

“It’s nice that your voice is the first thing I heard today.” - Prompt/Ask

Carrying On - Regency!AU:

Part 1: The Porcelain Princess

Part 2: Rumors of the Rake

Part 3: From Across the Room

Part 4: More than Rumors

Part 5: To Be Seen

Part 6: An Uncommon Sight

Playlists: Coming Soon

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The Mandalorian:

Main story coming soon.

Prompts:

The Horizon - Mando/Din Djarin x OC/Aiya - though not paired in this. Pre-meeting.

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Black Sails:

Prompts/Asks:

Evie/Billy Bones - “You didn’t deserve that.”

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Trouble and Mischief - Teen Wolf (Stiles/OC)

Content coming soon.

Playlist here.

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Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Still Abnormal as Ever - Raphael/Alex(OC)

Still Abnormal as Ever (Complete) - Masterlist

Some Things Never Change (Work in Progress) - Masterlist

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ambesprk · 4 years

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How could I not love you? Bucky Barnes x vampire!reader chapter 1

Steve doesn't like her. The way she moves, balancing between grace and gore. Easily ripping out hearts of oncoming HYDRA Agents and yet gifting him a kind smile when she notices him getting a little scared by her. She is so plain that no one would guess what she is able to do. It’s like a switch being flipped that changes her kind nature into a beast that wants nothing but blood. He knows how valuable she is that without her help the last few missions would have gone wrong in every way possible. She is like the Hulk but faster, more agile and so easily misjudged. And he knows that everyone else on the team sees it too only that he seems to be the only one struggling to understand.

When they found her Tony was incredibly keen on keeping her. Like a puppy one would find in a dumpster. Only that this pup was a wolf. In Sheep's clothing if you will. That made him chuckle. “What’s so funny, Cap?” She looks at him with genuine interest. Her eyes sparkling with kindness and a sense of childlike wonder. THUD. The bloody body of a HYDRA agent drops to her feet. Dead, eyes frozen in fear of the monster that just stole his soul. His torso just as dark and drenched in blood as hers. Only that she is standing there smiling at Steve and waiting for an answer to her question.

"Uh, nothing…” He answers while thinking of a good excuse. She doesn’t look away. Soft eyes focused on him in patience. Even when the next agent runs for her. Knife in hand ready to attack her and take revenge for the death of his fellow soldier.

But she is faster, always is. She grabs the man by the throat not even looking at him and rips his air pipes out as if ripping a piece of paper from a notebook. It terrifies Steve but he still tries to act normal and keep his posture as if he didn’t just see this gruesome act. It’s mostly because his Ma taught him not to stare ‘It’s rude ‘ she taught him. And the way Buck would give him one of those cheeky grins. “ Oh uh. It’s just something Bucky used to say..” That would work, surely. She had been shy about the topic of old friend ever since he first mentioned him. It didn’t make sense to him since she was so eager to have everyone like her. And she did succeed with most of the team. Natasha loves her like a sister. Spending many girl nights together with Wanda ever since she came to join them on missions. “Finally another girl to show you brutes that you don’t need testosterone to fight the bad guys” They cared for each other and it was a special kind of bond.

Sam liked her for her knowledge of basically everything since Queen Mary. The way she could tell stories and sometimes drop in little anecdotes of someone important somewhere at some point in time. And her humor. The way she would always giggle so innocently at any stupid joke he would make. And Steve knew that those smiles weren’t real. Most of them were but sometimes she would pretend only to make him feel good. She needed it, the strong need to fit in and feel normal after a long time of loneliness. An amount of time that he couldn’t imagine even with his 102 years of age.

“Oh yeah? I’m very excited to meet him. He comes over next Thursday, right?” Another two bodies now lay to her feet. It didn’t phase her one bit or if it did she was incredibly good at hiding it. She carefully wiped her mouth on her sleeve. The light gray cotton turned a dark maroon and he followed the spot with his gaze. She must have noticed it and it made her pull on it as if it would pull the dark out of the fabric. Embarrassment.

It was common for her to act like that when he was around. There was always a sort of uncomfortable energy around when they interacted. Like she knew that he was wary of her but wanted to prove to him that she was no threat. Just a young lady trying to have a nice conversation. Forget the blood, gore and long past. But he couldn’t stop it. It felt like a threat whenever she was around. She might act kind and gentle but seeing what she was capable of, the way she could shred him to bits if she wished to left him on edge. Of course, it was unfair but he couldn’t stop it. He started a civil war between his friends to protect an ex-assassin that was more unstable than she ever could be. And yet he couldn’t get himself to relax around her. “Yeah I’ll pick him up on Thursday” He could punch himself. He couldn’t even get a conversation going with her even when it was presented to him on a silver tray. He gave her a tight smile trying to ignore her bloodied clothes and the corpses scattered around her. But she understood, she always did. Steve just didn’t like her it was a fact she had to accept.

She tried to get to know him way too many times. It was starting to seem desperate. Should she try again? Was it just the wrong moment to do some small talk? She was about to start again when he interrupted her to talk to the others over the com. “West wing is clear. How about you guys?” She looked to her feet, fingers starting to fumble on her pants to do anything to get through this awkward silence. Steve kept an unfocused look on something vague behind her. Mostly to not have to interact with her.

“We’re clear too, Steve. Got the drive and destroyed all the data left in the storage.” Sam informed him. Steve sighed, they could go home, he could leave this uncomfortable situation and pretend it didn’t happen.

Of course, she was a good match for a mission and they worked well together but he could only see her for that. Even when she tried to be nice to him and pretend she couldn’t just snap him in half. “ Alright, clear out. We’re going back home.” The others accepted their captain's orders and retreated to the jet. It was pizza night like every Friday and they were all eager to call it a day. She loved pizza night even if for her it was just playing pretend. Stealing a few slices here and there, blending in, laughing.

“C’mon time to think about what toppings to get” He’d often try to joke like that, making up for the subtleties that showed her what he was truly thinking about her. But she took it even though she knew that he couldn’t stand her. With a slight nod and a small smile, she stepped over the dead men like they were nothing but small puddles not worth noting. Just objects, not humans that she sucked dry to steal their life to keep hers.

________________________ “So, tell me, is there anything new?” The evening calls with Buck were a daily thing by now. After his time in Wakanda, he tries to get back in touch with Steve as much as possible. The quick process of removing the Soldier from his brain was almost too easy. Or just an example of Shuri’s genius. Maybe both. He felt normal again as far as that was possible with a metal arm and over 100 years of age. And the contact with Steve became such routine and a reminder of his past self.

After the treatment, Bucky tried to find something to keep him occupied. Goat farming wasn’t the way and although he certainly enjoyed Wakanda with its warm climate, grand nature, and kind people, it wasn’t the place for him. Sometimes it was too much for him. Adjusting to technology was one thing but getting used to the advanced society and science of Wakanda was a different deal. So he decided to go back to America, back to Steve and do what he thinks is what is he is currently best at and that is to fight. He didn’t enjoy it like you would enjoy a job or a hobby but it gave him a sense of control, something to be good at. And the moment he mentioned joining to team Steve was exhilarated, so much so, that he didn’t dare to stop him even when he, later on, wasn’t so sure anymore.

“ Not really. Had a standard mission today, get some HYDRA Data, in and out, you know? Nothing special” Steve leaned back on the couch. Trying to release some tension in his muscles. He knew he’d have the next days off but he just couldn’t get himself to relax. Not with…. “What about the new gal? She doing alright?” Steve told him about the new one. He didn't go into much detail and just told him that she was a new agent for field missions with unconventional methods. But trying to get back into talking with Steve and getting to know him again he, of course, had to ask for more details, much to Steve’s disliking. He then tried to break it to him gently, with metaphors and nice words to tiptoe around the reality of her. But at some point, Bucky had it with his cryptic descriptions forcing him to spill the beans. He told him about her. The powers, speed, healing, everything that Steve could remember. Each Time a dark picture flashing before his eyes. But Bucky took it well, was even curious about her and the fact that the old fairy tales were somewhat true. He asked more questions than Steve could or would like to answer. “She’s doing fine. Did a good job today.” That was it. All that Bucky could get out of him. He knew that something was going on with the new girl and his old friend but he couldn’t guess the nature of it. With a sigh, he accepted Steve’s lack of words. He’d have his chance to meet this creature soon enough. “ Well, I should go. Shuri wanted to clear up some stuff before I leave. I’ll see you soon, Punk.”

#bucky barnes #bucky #bucky x you #bucky fanfic #bucky x reader #vampire #vampire!reader #steve rogers #buckyxoc #bucky x female reader

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evercierra · 4 years

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Aura: Chapter One

TW: drugs

The bell rang on a sunny Friday afternoon in Beacon Hills. My friend Heather and I raced out of the school building, excited for the night that awaited us. We got into her car, eager to get to our little hideaway in the old barn that my parents made for me, to get ready for the party tonight that we were so eager to attend. Heather parked in my driveway and we headed inside. She sat in the living room while I, taking the stairs two at a time headed to my room to get my clothes and makeup. After I got back down, and I headed outside to the old barn.

When I turned ten, my parents decided to turn the old barn in our backyard, into a little house for me. After I met Heather in sixth grade, we started hanging out there and having sleepovers in it. We set up in what we called our dress up room, which used to be an old horse stall. My dad built us a vanity in there and placed a chest in there that used to hold all of our old dress up clothes.

Dumping our makeup onto the vanity, we set to work on our hair and face. Heather went for a bold eyeliner and red lip, her short blonde hair curled. Her outfit, a burgundy long-sleeved crop top and high waisted black shorts, paired with burgundy boots and lace stockings. I went for a more subtle look, my long red hair up in a messy high ponytail, with a black smokey eye and nude lipstick. My outfit consisted of a light blue spaghetti strap top, paired with black leather pants and black heels.

Pretty soon, it was time to leave, so we got back into her car. It was a twenty-minute drive to the party, and the whole way we talked about how excited we were to attend our first high school party.

“Think you’ll pick up a senior Alaina? What if you picked up Barry Winston?” Heather teased at me, knowing my crush on the senior. Barry was the most popular senior in our school, and whose parent’s lake house we were going to for the party.

“Oh please, like Barry would even look at me. He probably doesn’t even know I exist.” I replied back to her.

“But now you look hot. Seriously Alaina, if you were my type and I were single, I’d tap that.” She smirked at me.

“Something tells me that Maylee wouldn’t like that.” I laughed. Maylee was Heather’s girlfriend of three months. She had come out as bisexual about a year ago, and it wasn’t horrible either. Her parents accepted her for who she was, and did not judge, and when Maylee came around, they treated her so nicely. Better than how Maylee’s parents treat her when she came out as a lesbian. However, Maylee is not allowed to spend the night with Heather.

“Oh, I don’t know,” Heather said in a sing-song voice. “with you looking like that, she might just consider a three-way.” She winked at me and I chuckled.

“Well in that case, I feel so honored.” We both laughed. I really liked Maylee, I thought she was really good for Heather.

We arrived at the party, and it had already kickstarted. Cars were lined up in the driveway and down the side of the road. We parked down the road and teetered our way in our heels into the party. With everything we imagined this party to be, nothing could prepare us for what we saw when we walked into the lake house.

I had an inkling to grab Heather and run, but instead I went inside. I could not be the person to turn and run from a party just because I saw other teens drinking. This is what goes on at a high school party, I reminded myself. Just because other teenagers are drinking and getting wasted, doesn’t mean that I have to. I’m sure that I could find a coke or pepsi at this party, what kind of party doesn’t serve soda’s?

“There’s Maylee! I’m going to go over and hang with her!” Heather shouted over the loud music and pointed to her green haired girlfriend. Before I could protest, Heather was out of sight, leaving me alone.

I stumble around the party, avoiding drunk and snogging teens, before my feet start killing me in the heels that Kaite made me wear. I finally came to rest at the island in the kitchen, and took a seat on the bar stool, resting my feet.

“What can I get you?” a voice rang out, startling me. I look up and see Morgan Lannister, another high school senior who plays lacrosse with Barry.

“I’m sorry, what?” I ask as a boy I’ve never met sat down in the barstool next to me.

“What can I get you both?” Morgan asks again, this time also asking the mystery boy to my left.

“Do you have coke?” We both ask at the same time.

“Yes, I do, hold on.” Morgan says, turning his back to us.

“I’m Harry.” The mystery boy said.

“Alaina.” I replied back. “Are you new? I’ve never seen you before.”

“No, I live in New York. Barry is my cousin, so I’m visiting for a couple days.” He replied. I’m starting to wonder how long it takes someone to pour a coke. As if he read my thoughts, Morgan is back with two red solo cups, filled with soda.

“Here you go, two cokes.” Morgan said and left us alone.

“You didn’t want something spicy with alcohol?” Harry said as he smiled teasingly at me. He had a nice smile.

“I’m not one to drink alcohol.” I laugh as I take a sip. “What about you?”

“No, no alcohol for me either.” This coke tastes funny, but I think nothing of it.

We sat there drinking our cokes and talking for a few minutes. I feel a little fuzzy, but I chock that up to being nervous that this handsome boy was actually talking to me.

“So, are you here alone?” Harry asked.

“No, I was here with my friend, but she bolted when she saw her girlfriend.” I say. Is my voice slurring? Did Morgan spike my drink?

“Well that wasn’t very nice of her.” Is his voice also slurring?

“No, I suppose not, but I’ll yell at her later about it.” I’m getting really hot.

“Well until you find her, would you care to dance?” Harry asked as he finished his coke and got up and held out his hand.

I chugged the rest of my coke and took his hand. “Sure.”

Then everything went black.

#bucky barnes #buckyxoc #winter soldier #harry osborn #steve rogers #tony stark #ocs #marvel #peter parker #natasha romanoff #bruce banner

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stasiapunk9 · 3 years

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Only a Dream - Bucky x OC

All they could see was a tangled mess of hair, streaked with old blood and dirt. A chain dangled from her neck, the skin underneath branded and scarred. Her eyes were wide and brimming with unshed tears as she stared at them all anxiously, her gaze darting back and forth frantically. The team was silent, tense, awaiting any possible sign of an attack.

Natasha took a cautious step forward, her weapons sheathed and her empty hands outstretched. She moved slow enough so as not to frighten the girl.

“Maya? Ты меня понимаешь?” The woman spoke softly.

Maya? Can you understand me?

The girl stumbled back suddenly on all fours, causing the other Avengers to raise their weapons.

“Stop!” Natasha hissed. This time, her command was directed at her teammates. “Put your weapons away.” Maya had begun to hyperventilate. “You’re only frightening her more.” The girl continued to struggle against her shackles desperately.

“Romanoff.” This time, it was Bucky who spoke. He stepped forward warily.

“Maya.” Her head snapped up, their eyes immediately locking.

Her hair fell away to reveal a dark bruise that stretched across one side of her face.

“солдат. это ты.”

Soldier. It is you.

Her voice was dry, like a rusted mechanism that hadn’t been used in some time.

Bucky reached out a hand to her.

“время идти домой, Maya.”

It’s time to go home, Maya.

“Я не могу сейчас пойти домой,” she rasped.

I can’t go home.

“Я больше не Maya.”

I am not Maya anymore.

Maya tugged at the chain around her neck. She began to stumble towards Bucky, a rasping cough rising from her throat that could have been a laugh.

“Единственный способ, которым это может закончиться для меня, это если я умру.”

The only way that this can end for me, is if I die.

There was a gunshot, and suddenly Maya was falling forward. Bucky rushed forward to catch her, ignoring Tony’s shout of warning. Warm blood pooled in his hand as he held her closer to him. She lifted a trembling hand to touch his face, her fingers leaving a streak of blood behind.

“It’s alright, we’re going to get you some help-” Bucky put a finger to his ear. “Someone get down here with a medical kit!”

“No, don’t- It’s alright-" Her pale lips curved upwards in a weak smile, blood forming in the corners of her mouth as she coughed. "I guess I didn’t need your help after all.”

“No!” Bucky shot up out of bed, drenched in cold sweat. Struggling to keep his breaths even, he reached out to the girl lying asleep next to him in the dimly-lit room. Her chest rose and fell softly, her skin unmarked, no wounds visible.

A dream. It was only a dream. She shifted in her sleep, murmuring incoherently under her breath.

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nineteenseventeenbarnes00 · 4 years

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Good Thing

Pairing: Bucky x OC x rest of the Avengers Genre: idek Word Count: 2459 Warnings: n/a

You sit on the kitchen counter in your PJs, sipping your tea and scrolling through your phone. You look up when you hear someone walking into the kitchen, and you greet Nat good morning when she waves at you.

"Up to anything today?" Nat asks as she pours herself a cup of coffee.

"Pepper told me there's this amazing cake shop that just opened last week on Fort Street. Might go check it out," you answer her as you continue scrolling through your phone. There was an eye shadow palette by Anastasia Beverly Hills you really wanted and you were looking at which store closest to the cake shop had it in stock to grab one on your way back.

"You're going alone?" Nat questions and you know she wants to see if you have a date. You look at her and roll your eyes. She knew what that meant.

"I can't believe you, Y/N," Nat sighs. "You're young, have no family left, have zero interest in men or women, how can you be so contented with your life?"

"Nat, we've been through this," you remind her in a sing-song voice. "You guys are my family, remember? And it's not that I have zero interest in people; I'm just not interested in relationships."

"So whatever is going on between you and Barnes is considered nothing?"

"Yes, Nat, it's nothing," you tell her. This was probably the 20th time you've said that to her since you and Bucky started sleeping together casually. One night, you wanted someone to come warm your bed, Bucky offered, and so it began. "It means nothing, trust me."

"How do you know that?"

"Because..."

"Because?" And right on cue, they hear a door open and slam shut before a half-naked Bucky walks into the kitchen.

"Good morning, Buck," you greet him, passing him an empty mug. "Chloe's over?"

"Mornin'. How'd ya know?" he asks you before popping his neck and making his way over to the coffee machine.

"It's 11AM on a Sunday, you're usually up by 8, and you only get up later when you have company," you explain, jumping off the kitchen counter.

"Didn't know you were so interested in his life, Y/N." Nat teased.

"Observation skills, hun," you wink at her before turning around and heading back to your room.

Nat didn't miss the way Bucky watched your retreating figure, and at that moment, she knew.

Two hours later, at precisely 2PM, you emerge from your room and make your way to the lounge where Steve and Bucky sat watching the Sunday news.

"You look nice, Y/N," Steve compliments as you pop yourself next to him on the sofa, not missing the new coat or make-up you had on. "Got a date?"

Bucky tried to ignore your presence when you walked in the living room, but at the word date, he focused on the conversation you were having with Steve.

"Nope," you tell him, popping the P at the end. "Just spending some me time."

You bid Steve and Bucky goodbye after receiving a text from your Uber driver and make your way downstairs.

"Looking good, Y/N!" Tony calls out as you two pass by each other on your way to the elevator.

"Thanks, Tony!" you get to add before the elevator door closes.

"Is she going out with someone?" Tony asks Steve and Bucky.

"She said she wasn't," Steve answers Tony. "You think she is?"

"Probably not, she always looks nice when we're not on missions, nothing new," Tony shrugs before making his way to find Bruce in his room.

Bucky groans as he hears his phone ring. Steve throws his friend a sympathetic look as Bucky picks up.

"Hey."

"Baby, are we meeting for dinner?"

"Chloe, you just stayed over."

"I KNOW, but I miss you."

"Steve says there might be a mission tonight, I'll see you another day." he doesn't even wait for her to reply before he ends the call.

"Must be tough having a girlfriend," Steve teases Bucky, who looked like he wanted to rip his hair out.

"She's not my girlfriend," Bucky mumbles with his arms crossed, focusing back on the news reporter on TV.

"Well, it's even more tough to be pinning someone who doesn't even like you back," Nat adds, coming out of nowhere and joining to two on the sofa.

You walk into the brightly lit shop. The counter was lined with almost 50 kinds of different cakes and you couldn't wait to try at least 5 of them.

"Y/N!!!" you hear someone call out from your right. You turn to see Chloe in line to order.

"Hey, Chloe," you greet as she waves you over. She had been seeing Bucky on and off the last 2 months so you two were acquainted. Bucky had told you they were just seeing each other, so you still occasionally slept with him. If Chloe knows or not, isn't any of your business.

"What a coincidence! Did you come alone?" you tell her you did come alone and she offered to sit with you.

Both of you sit down with 10 slices of cakes to share and start chatting. It was the first time you've exchanged so many words with her and you were beginning to see how in love she actually was with Bucky.

"So, Y/N, enough about Bucky and I," she giggles. "What about you? Seeing anyone?"

"Not really," you honestly tell her. "I mean, I sleep with people occasionally and I think it's fun to talk to randoms on Tinder, but other than that, nothing serious."

"You're so gorgeous though, Y/N," Chloe tells you, a pout on her face. "Bet you have the people you sleep with waiting for your every command."

You laugh at her statement and sip your tea quietly.

"James Buchanan Barnes!" you call out when you get back to the living quarters of the compound. "We need to talk!"

"Full name doesn't sound good," Bruce mumbles as he, Tony, Steve and Bucky hears you call from the dining hall.

"That's our cue to leave," Tony tells Bruce and Steve before dragging them both away.

"BARNES IS IN THE DINING ROOM!" Tony shouts loud enough for you to hear before winking at Bucky and disappearing with the other two.

Bucky gives you a small smile when you enter the dining room and you give him a smile back. You drop a take away box in front of him and sit on the seat across from him.

"It's for you, I know you like cheesecake," Bucky peeks into the takeaway box to see 2 slices of cheesecake.

"Thanks, Y/N." he grins.

"And Chloe knows that too," you add.

"Excuse me?"

"You haven't been very fair to her, Barnes. She's clearly madly in love with you, but you brush her off like she's just some random chick from a bar."

"She fell for me too fast," he mumbles, stabbing the cake with a fork and taking a bite. "I don't really like her."

"Well damn, Barnes," you shake your head. "Stop leading her on then!"

Bucky just stared at you. If only you knew the emotional conflict he was going through, you wouldn't be saying these to him.

"I think we should stop sleeping with each other till you figure things out with Chloe, Buck."

It's been a week since you last spoke to Bucky about anything personal. You tried your hardest not to make things weird, but the owner of a certain pair of steel-blue eyes refuses to let you play it off as nothing. He'd try to walk up to you and talk about what had happened, but you kept playing it off. You've started avoiding missions altogether now too.

"Hey, Y/N," Steve greets as you enter the kitchen one morning.

"Mornin', Steve." you greet back, pouring yourself a glass of coffee.

"So, there's a mission tomorrow and I was hoping you and Buck-"

"Sorry, Steve, I promised to help at the pet shelter tomorrow," you tell him with a smile and walk out of the kitchen.

"Not like you can tell her no, she's helping animals," Nat comments as she walks into the kitchen after listening in on the conversation.

"Why is this so difficult?" Steve mumbles, running his hands through his hair.

"Maybe because you're meddling," Nat tells him while walking over to the counter and pulling out a pan.

"I'm just trying to help!" Steve defends. Nat shakes her head before getting back to her eggs.

"Y/N, can we talk?" Bucky asks, grabbing your wrist as you pass by him in the hallway.

"Yes, Buck?" you face him, a fake smile on your face. "What can I help you with?"

"Why are you avoiding me?"

"I'm not," you let out a chuckle, lightly pulling your wrist from his grasp. "I've just been... Busy."

"Y/N, please-"

"No, Buck, you please," you finally break the facade and tell him. "Stop messing with other people's feelings. Chloe is such a nice girl and you made her think-"

"I called it off." You stare at him, trying to process what he said.

"Excuse me?"

"I stopped seeing Chloe."

"Oh my God," you shake your head at what he said. "Did you at least lay it down slow? Or did you just ghost her?" Bucky didn't say anything.

"Unbelievable." you mutter.

"I like YOU, okay?" Bucky finally admits. "It's always been you!"

"Goddammit, Barnes! That's not what we agreed on!" you yell out before walking away.

The next few days were unbearable. Word of you and Buck's falling out had gotten to the rest of the team and they didn't want the team falling apart. You had always been the friendliest one, the one that acted most normal and that gave them a sense of normality too, but the last few days, you've started to pull away and that kinda scared everyone. Nat might have thought meddling was unnecessary, but she began to meddle too.

By week 2, you've had it. Stark had thrown enough parties and organized enough team building activities the last 2 weeks to last the year, Steve and Nat had tried to get you on as many missions with Bucky as you could, and everyone else has tried to get you to sit next to Bucky at every meal.

"That's it," you mumbled after dinner one night and headed back to your room.

The rest of the team was confused, but Wanda knew what was about to happen.

"Hey, Y/N?" Wanda called out, knocking the door to your room. "Can Viz and I come in?"

"Yeah," you yell as you continued to pack your clothes.

"Where are you heading to, Miss Y/N?" Vision asks, looking at the suitcase on your bed.

"Away for a bit, Viz," you tell him with a smile. "I was thinking of sipping some coconuts in the Bahamas or something."

"That's a far place to go to sip coconuts..." Wanda mumbles, a sad tone to her voice, but you knew she understood.

"I think it'll be good for the team if I went away for a while, Wanda," you tell her, pulling her into a hug.

"But Miss Y/N, does Mr. Stark know?" Vision asks.

"Viz, there are somethings Mr. Stark doesn't have to know," you tell him.

The next morning, the whole team woke up to an unoccupied room at the end of the hallway and a handwritten letter on the kitchen table.

"Dear World's Mightiest Heroes," Steve reads out loud, chuckling at how she addressed it. "You guys, I don't know where to start. But also, before I start, hand Wanda a tissue because she probably cried all night, and it's probably gonna happen again."

"Wait, you knew?" Tony exclaims, looking over to the brunette and cutting Steve, who was reading the letter, off. "You didn't stop her?"

"Don't blame the poor girl, Tony," Steve continues, reading off the letter before Wanda could defend herself. "Did I assume what he was gonna say right? Anyway, none of you blame yourselves for what happened, please. I chose this path, and it was inevitably gonna happen, ask Bruce."

"I- what?" Bruce mumbles, thinking about what the letter had just said.

"Has she ever said anything to you about leaving before?" Nat asks him, her eyes getting teary.

"She mentioned wanting to live somewhere deep in the mountains or on a secluded island before... Would that be it?" Bruce questions.

"Keep reading," Sam tells Steve as he glances at Bucky, who looked deep in thought.

Steve clears his throat before continuing. "I'm still deciding between going to live in Bhutan, buying an island in the Bahamas or getting a house built in Africa -"

"Wow, nice flex, Y/N," Clint snickers.

"Where did she get all the money?" Tony mumbles.

"We get paid for missions, Tony," Nat reminds.

"Yeah, but not enough to buy a private island? Or build a house in freaking Africa?" Sam adds.

"Yeah, well, she used to take some of your photos candidly and sold them to fanboys and fangirls online," Nat nonchalantly adds in.

"Yeah, I remember that she made tons off of those," Wanda nods.

The rest of the team stares at the two girls in disbelief. Unsure on how to process that new bit of information.

"Steve, the letter?" Bucky reminds, finally speaking up. He wanted to know everything the letter contained.

"Can we please try to minimize the interruptions?" Steve tells the team before glancing back at the letter. "No one should feel sad or upset that I've left. I came into the team as a temporary when Rhodey was unwell and all of you extended your arms and welcomed me into this family with no questions asked, especially Thor, and I will forever be grateful for that. The feeling I had when Steve asked me to officially be part of the team? Best feeling in the world, I felt like I finally belonged somewhere. But even then, I had told Steve I would leave the team eventually, he knew I would."

"All in all, this isn't about who was the reason for me going away," Steve continues as Bucky glances out the window. "Or if you guys weren't worth the blood, sweat and tears for, but I just wanted to be a bit more selfish and think of myself. You all know my history with HYDRA, I think I've done enough good for this world, I think I deserve this retirement. I know Tony can find me effortlessly, so can Clint and Nat, and I won't blame you if you do, but please remember that I chose this for me. I already have a good thing going for me, so don't tell me I can have better."

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a/n this literally took forever. i wrote part 1 like a month ago and even then, i honestly didn't know how it would end. would y/n run into Bucky's arms in the end? i sorta played with the idea but towards the end, it really became a y/n x avengers fic instead of y/n x bucky. (p.s i know this isn't well written but i really just had to close this story)

#bucky x reader #marvel fanfic #bucky x you #buckyxreader #buckyxoc #buckyxyou #james barnes x reader

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canyoudancelikeahippogriff7 · 4 years

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It Started with Pizza - read [here]

His grabbed her hand roughly and tugged her closer towards him than Bea thought possible without kissing.

"Think of who you were ten years ago. A woman barely getting by in her crappy small apartment with a job that she hated. Now look at you. You got a great career all on your own, a house in Brooklyn, a family. Not to mention you saved the universe." Bucky was brisk and If her hands weren't trapped by his own hands, she'd clog her own ears not to hear his lies. "And I loved you then and I love you still. So, don't tell me for a second that you think I don't love you or I'm not proud of you."

#buckyxoc #it started with pizza #bucky barnes #captain america #bucky reader #myfanfic #my first gif is broken #myedits #pls read #I've literally spent 4 years of my life writing it #aka I need to get a life #but I love bea and bucky so much #I can't leave them behind

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your-highnessmarvel · 2 years

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Meticulous - part two

A/N: alright here we go! i love where this is headed, how bucky slowly transforms into the soft!dark!

Chapter Warnings: soft!dark!bucky, mentions of stalking, mentions of animal neglect, depictions of animal neglect, language

Gifs are not mine!

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PART TWO

The equipment Bucky ordered comes in a shiny metal box that reminds him of the time the Wakandans offered him a new arm, a new war. But this time, Bucky isn’t fighting a war. He’s not even fighting. He’s observing. He’s setting up the binoculars near the window. He’s fine-tuning the microphones to an earpiece and a recording device. He’s making sure the motion sensors properly record movement and register in his computer.

It's oddly reminiscent of some jobs he used to do for HYDRA. Although he wishes he could erase that part of his life, the time he spent observing and collecting data prove useful to him now.

The day outside is gloomy. The clouds seem to mock him, closing him into a space he’s been forced into anyway.

Bucky clucks his tongue.

“Has there been any dreams again?”

He turns to face his psychologist. She sits with a frown nettling her face, leg bent over the other, the tip of her shiny black boot white and apotropaic for Bucky.

“No,” he answers. Not since her. Not since Meatball.

“Are you having any sort of dream?” she asks, eyes briefly falling to her notepad duteously spread on her knee.

Bucky bites the inside of his cheek. Yes, he wants to say. So many. Of her and her big eyes and the way her smell seems to linger in the hall even after she’s left. Dreams of following her down a long, empty hallway, of pining her against a wall and watching the way her skin flushes, glows, under his stare.

“Not really,” he opts for, determining that confessing dreams of stalking a neighbor would not earn him points with both his psychologist and the government.

“Sam told me you ordered surveillance equipment?” she continues, chin in her palm.

Of course, Sam would not completely believe Bucky.

“There’s this neighbor,” Bucky starts, hands on his knees. “I don’t know who lives there. Honestly, all I’ve seen is their animals. And they’re being neglected. Left for days unattended. I sometimes see through the living room door that there’s no food.”

The doctor nods, writes, hums.

“Do you feel like that’s a good hobby to have, Mr. Barnes?” God, he hates when she calls him that.

“Animal rescue?” he tries, tone faking innocence.

She snorts. She sees right through his ruse. “Stalking.”

Bucky jerks ever the slightest. “It’s not that,” he groans. “It’s mostly… I feel useful, and I feel like I’m partaking in something good for once,” he sighs.

“Rescuing animals,” she says, writing something down in that little stupid fucking notepad.

“Yes,” he grits between his teeth. “I’m not waiting to kill someone,” he retorts, and immediately regrets it.

“Is that what you think I think of you?”

Bucky rolls his eyes. “Sometimes.”

She smiles slowly. “I am only here to help you.” She readjusts in her seat. “And if you are constantly thinking that I’m here to undermine you, then this relationship won’t work. We won’t be able to move forward.”

He nods, biting back some remarks he should really keep to himself.

She stares at him for a few moments, then down at her watch. “Our hour is over, Mr. Barnes.” She settles back in her seat, scribbling some notes down. “Until next week.”

Bucky all but storms out of her office, past the receptionist who wishes him well, and out into the gloomy New York air. The office is a few blocks away from his condo, and he uses the time walking to keep his mind from conjuring images of strangling that woman to death.

When he gets to the back door of the complex, he notices a familiar figure coming his way. He schools his features into something more homely, warm, and magnetic. He tries to conjure the womanizer he was in the forties, but something about this girl, Elora, doesn’t make him want to be that: a jerk. He wants to be good to her. He knows he can be good to her.

“Hey,” he says.

She squints as she approaches him, and when she recognizes him, her face lights up. “Oh, hey!” She smiles and Bucky swears she’s the most beautiful creature on Earth. “James! Or Bucky.” She has a backpack on, the color of rust.

“It’s just Bucky,” he says, smiling, leaning a shoulder against the wall. She watches his nonchalance, and Bucky thinks he spies a moment of attraction flitting across her face. “Where you headed? Lost Meatball again?”

She chuckles, pushing hair behind her ears. Adorable. “No,” she says with a shy smile, crossing her arms across her chest. “Sorry about that. Or, I guess, thank you.”

Bucky nods with a faint smile.

“I’m just headed to that… apartment I told you about?” She’s acting cold, restrained now, as if she’s either afraid of him or afraid of what he’s going to say about her little jaunts next door.

“Still on that animal rescue mission?” he asks humorously.

That seems to dispel the tension in her shoulders, and she laughs. “Yeah, I’m going to feed them actually.”

Bucky nods, pushing from the wall. He can see the sparkle in her eyes as she assesses him. He knows she finds him attractive. He’s seen himself in the mirror a few times.

“Mind if I join?”

Her mouth parts and it’s the most adorable view Bucky has ever had.

“Really?” she asks.

“Yeah,” he answers, lifting a shoulder. “Always wanted to be the good guy.”

She laughs, unaware of the way Bucky stares at her with both hunger and longing.

“Alright, cowboy, let’s go!”

They walk across the street, and Bucky notices how Elora walks with her head high, not cowering and nervous. She’s done this before. She walks up to the basement sliding door of the aforementioned apartment and waits for Bucky to step beside her. From under the canopy of the upstairs balcony, her face is shadowed, cool, and she lifts a daring eyebrow to Bucky.

“So, what, do you know where the key is?” he asks, looking over his shoulder at the busy boulevard. “Or a barrette?”

She scoffs. Then she puts a finger to the knob and pushes, the door sliding open. Bucky smiles, holding laughter, and gives her an impressed raise of his brows.

“A woman with many talents,” Elora mumbles as she climbs in.

Once inside, Bucky closes the sliding door, and puts a hand to his mouth. It smells like excretion and rotting food. Or corpses. He wishes beyond anything that there are no dead animals here.

Elora behaves as if she lives here, bending down and retrieving food from her backpack. When she opens the bag, a few little kittens come stumbling into the messy, dirty living room. Bucky stands there, watching Elora crouched on the stained yellow carpet as she takes out cans of wet cat food.

“The dogs are in cages in the back room,” she says, jerking her chin towards the back of the apartment, and Bucky understands that as his cue to move. She hands him a bag of dog food, and when he takes it out of her hand, his finger brushes hers and fire licks up his palm. He tries not to fidget, or flinch away, but he’s wearing gloves, as always, to keep others from ogling his metal arm, and now he wishes more than anything that his flesh could have touched hers.

She doesn’t say anything about the touch. The gloves. She just shoves the bag into his hands and motions him to action.

He takes the dog food bag across the apartment, noticing the dirt stains on the kitchen floor, the mountain of rotting, dirty dishes in the sink, and that the walls are decaying.

The dogs, three pitbulls, are indeed in cages in what should have been the guestroom. Bucky holds back a gag. Some of the dogs have been left in their filth, and it stinks up the room. His heart squeezes at the sight of the animals laying down in tiny cages, their big bodies constrained to such a small enclosure. The dogs are looking at him, but none move. It as if they’re used to this: someone, anyone, not a master or friend, coming in and just feeding them.

“Heartless, right?”

Bucky turns and Elora stands in the doorway with a grey cat nestled in her arms.

“We should call someone,” Bucky says, opening the dog food bag, the dogs’ heads snapping up to attention.

“I’ve called animal health, rescue centers, even the police,” she adds. Then she shrugs. “They’ve all claimed insubstantial evidence. If I send pictures, they’re going to arrest me for B&E.”

Bucky nods, carefully opening the cage of the first dog.

“They don’t bite,” Elora says. “So, yeah, I come here sometimes and rescue some and send them to centers for neglected animals. Every time I come back, though, there’s more.”

Bucky groans, his heart burning, his head imagining scenarios of beating whoever puts these animals into such dire situations. Heartless fucker.

Bucky fills the first bowl and leaves the cage open. “We should take this one,” he says. “At least today. And tomorrow, we can come get the other one.”

Elora walks out and comes back in as Bucky is feeding the second dog. She hands Bucky a leash. “Feel free. She’s a female, by the way. I named her Claudia.”

Bucky snorts, closing the second cage on the other dog, heart wrenching as he sees the way the animal gobbles down food. How long have they been without food?

They feed the third dog, noticing burn marks on its haunches, and then leash up Claudia. She has difficulty walking, limping, her front paw badly injured from God knows what. Bucky follows Elora through the apartment, where she shows him the entire, disgusting situation. Bunnies in a cage with barely anything to do but sleep in their defecation. Birds in a cage left covered by a black, heavy cloak. More and more and endless kittens and adult cats. Bucky lets a few of the adult ones out of the back door, maybe to freedom or better homes, who knows.

As they walk across the street, Bucky helping Claudia along, the man can’t help but feel proud of Elora. His Elora. This incredible girl that risks her neck every time she walks into that apartment.

“Don’t ever go in there alone, ever again,” Bucky says as they near the parking of their complex.

She turns and frowns up at this man that she barely knows but appreciates. “Why?”

Bucky shakes his head, shakes the feeling from his bones, this feeling that wants to protect her from the world. He needs to bide his time. “Who knows when the owner can come back,” he answers. “They could be dangerous.”

She smiles, rolls her eyes, a behavior he will have to correct. “I can handle myself.”

Bucky’s shoulders tense. “I mean it,” he says, forcing himself not to grit his teeth. “You have me now. Use that.”

She smiles again, all teeth and cheeks and giddy innocence. “Sure,” she pipes up. “Now let’s get to my car and get these babies to a rescue.”

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