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[heli0s-writes]

Artichokes

Summary: A peek into the beginning of Bag of Tricks

Pairing: Chaotic Dumbass!Reader/ Exasperated! Bucky

A/N:  ~2k words. Written for @sunmoonandbucky​‘s challenge! So sorry it’s late! Congrats on your milestone, you deserve it and so much more! ✨ My prompt was “Even artichokes have hearts” 

Warnings: Canon-level violence, cursing. StupiT stuff.

“Hey.” It’s not a greeting.

The flight is still long, at least another two hours until the destination is reached. Behind his seat, you poke with your foot, other leg stretched over Natasha’s knee as she dozes off.

“What.” It’s not a question.

Fifteen minutes since the last time you opened your mouth and Bucky knew he wouldn’t make the half-hour mark; it was too good to be true.

“If you were an animal, what would you be?”

“Don’t like animals.”

A huff as you glare out the window and into the clouds, cross that he’s decided to be cross first.

“Okay. If you had a kid, boy or girl?”

“Don’t like kids.”

Natasha chuckles, eyes still closed, hand gently rubbing your knee in consolation because sometimes Bucky just gets this way, and he often gets this way in prolonged flights or car rides—when he’s showcasing his most winning personality trait: patience. Ha-ha.

And he gets this way, especially, with you. 

The new addition, after a disastrous mission where you almost blew everyone’s cover by getting into a near-scuffle at the bar. It’s not your fault you were dragged into that impending train-wreck on your day off—never even having met the Avengers to begin with, and then immediately being thrust into an asinine high-profile mission requiring you to wear an evening gown with heels.

And if the situation couldn’t get any worse, as you were stuffing yourself into spanx and tacking fake eyelashes to your lids, you were informed that you’d be Bucky Barnes’ date for the night. Discomfort in itchy and too-tight, clothing, a room full of strangers, remanded to being someone’s mute eye-candy. It was the perfect cocktail for fisticuffs with the very man assigned to be your date.

Moving on.

With a heavy roll of your eyes, you lean right, let your shoulder press up against Nat, trying to find a comfortable position. “It’s probably a good idea,” she soothes, cracking her neck a little and the light flickering through the window makes her wince before it’s cut off by her hand closing the shutter.

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“Stop looking at the squirrel,” Bucky shoulders his rifle. You’re sprawled out on your stomach, eye pressed against the scope, as he clocked—looking at a squirrel. It’s just so damn cute, stuffing that acorn into its cheek where the nut joins about three more. Beady little eyes flit back and forth before it takes off and you retreat from the show, crawling back on your elbows and lifting yourself up.

“You scared it!”

“Shut up. Let’s go.”

Nat crackles in your ears, “Stop arguing.”

You do, because Bucky yanks you away by the back of your suit, and because you (kind of) listen to your superiors. Might as well, you’ve only been a part of the team only two months and Bucky’s been here since the goddamn Stone Age, it seems, with the way he struts around so fucking stoic and grim. Me Bucky Barnes. Me Crush Newbie Into Dust. Me Don’t Like Fun. More Hulk than Winter Soldier. You snort.

Even Natasha will spend a little bit of time with you, watch a movie or do something that doesn’t require staring into the eyes of the same people every. Single. Day. She’s glad to have another woman around, anyway. You’ve been told Wanda and Vision (a robot, or something) have taken a sabbatical from the life.

Steve will go on runs and let you tag along for the first twenty minutes. Tony will let you put on the booster boots and clap when you careen yourself into a table because it warms his little troll heart to see you nursing a welt on your eyebrow. Sam? Sam will tear it up at a club; he will dance on top of the goddamn bar. Sam Wilson is a riot and a half, but Bucky?

Nothing. Looks at you disparagingly from across conference room tables. Rolls his dead-eyes at every opportunity when you open your mouth. Granted, your mouth doesn’t have a lot of helpful information and most of it is a deflection from true answers because that’s your stupid coping mechanism for when people get too close—but everyone else laughs.

Bucky Barnes doesn’t laugh. Bucky Barnes doesn’t like jokes.

Doesn’t like animals. Doesn’t like kids. Doesn’t like fun. Doesn’t like you.

Doesn’t help that you tried to strangle him with an evening gown two months ago, but, pish-posh, past is in the past.

“What’s the timeline for when I can graduate from newbie-status?” You ask breezily, inflecting your tone just the right way so that he knows you’re not that invested in this conversation.

“Whenever you can run a solo.”

“I can.”

An exasperated huff as he sticks his arm out in front of your collar. You look at him in irritation, ready to swat it away until your feet trip over a loose root and Bucky catches you by the shoulder. 

“No,” he says calmly, setting you on your feet, “You can’t. You were on probation for a reason. Still on it, even if you moved jobs.”

Okay. So maybe calling it a “day off” was giving yourself too much credit. Fury was – haha—furious with you after The-Mission-That-Will-Not-Be-Named (lots of explosives, your boredom, paranoia, and inclination for entropy) and took you out of the field. Desk duty was the only apt punishment, until your immobility spiraled out of control and led you down the rabbit hole of hacking into your co-workers e-mails. He put you on probation after that. Took all your toys. No laptop. No badge. No gun.

Smartly, you shut up, letting Bucky walk ahead in case any more errant roots might make you eat your words again.

The path to the hideout is thick, full of stupid twigs and branches and you repeatedly brush spiderwebs from your face. Keeping close to Bucky, you let him shoulder most of the burden, only putting your hand up when a branch he snaps off with his hand flies too close to your eyes.

“IF—” You start loudly, and Bucky bristles at your volume, “If you had to go back into a burning building to sav--?”

“I wouldn’t.” He retorts, “And you’re being annoying.”

Three bullets whizz over Bucky’s head. He ducks immediately, snatching your arm and taking you down, too. If only this were one of those moments in the romantic comedies where he cages you in with his arms and you have a brief and blessed second of staring into his blue eyes where the world goes quiet and he realizes maybe you’re not that bad.

“ROLL--” He yells, instead, as he ducks behind a boulder. “--OUT OF THE GODDAMN WAY.”

Alas, not meant to be.

His gloved hand pushes into the air sideways, like he could push you, too, across the bed of fallen leaves and to safety. You’re quick enough to flip on your side, but not quicker than a third bullet and it streaks through the top of your forearm, carrying a fast stream of blood with it.

Your reach into the side holster on your thigh, pulling out your knife and launching it past the barrel squeezed between two trees. A clink as it misses and ricochets off the gun. Bucky does the same motion and it goes right into a shoulder with a firm squelch. He’s up on his feet, rushing across the leaves in a blur. Throwing the rifle down, you start sprinting right as an elbow jabs itself into Bucky’s chest and he stumbles. Then, a quick turn and you hurtle your weight across the air, spinning both feet into the man and landing on top of him. Bones crack beneath your weight.

There go the shoulders.

The agent gurgles again as you roll your sleeves up, ignoring the blood that splatters onto your knee.

Bucky steps back when you grab a fistful of dirt and throw it into his face, “Pocket sand, motherfucker.” Then, the butt of your handgun meets his temple with a loud pop. “Goodnight, ya dumb bitch.”

More rustling ushers in more lackeys and Bucky is dodging behind tree trunks, weaving knives and dodging bullet hailstorms. He warily looks around the bend of a tree, breathing through his mouth, assessing the situation. There are about four guys, armed to the teeth, well-trained as far as he can tell. Bucky should be able to take them out, and it would go easier with yo—Where the fuck are you?

Your shriek makes him flinch and he dashes across the way behind another trunk, heels digging into the dirt ready to charge. Guns are firing off, grunts and yells, and not even one second after Bucky comes out from behind the tree, he watches you punch a goddamn grenade into the thicket before shooting its previous owner in the neck.

The explosion rocks the ground slightly, but you’re unfazed, instead, focused intently on your hand. There is something wrong with your left arm. You hold it close to your side, fingers curled gingerly under your rib.

You look up at him, eyes brimming with tears.

Dread boils up from the pit of his belly. Bucky calls out to you, asking if you’re okay. You turn around and he hisses at the sight— shot through the bicep, cut over your cheek, but your gaze keeps falling downward.

Inside your cupped hands is a hedgehog, nose frantically twitching like a tiny rotten gumdrop. A sniffle as you slowly set the creature down, waiting for it to scurry away, but it never does.

Bucky groans. Shoulders his rifle with a disappointed sigh, exasperated that you tricked him into being concerned for your well-being, “Fucking-- you’ve got to be kidding. You got shot for that rodent?”

“He’s helpless! Look at him! Little baby! He could have a family! A hedgehog wife and hedgehog kids!” A wilted blubber, and good God, you’re completely serious about it, “Even artichokes have hearts, Barnes!”

“I’m about to artichoke you,” Bucky retorts, irritated, and the first comeback that pops into your head isn’t ideal for a family setting, but your mouth moves faster than your brain and there aren’t any kids around anyway.

“How’d you know that was my kink?” And then you brace yourself for the moment when Bucky Barnes annihilates your entire life, but there is only silence. Then, a snort. Then, finally, a series of low chuckles before he gasps, “Jesus Christ.”

You’re stunned into silence, and it’s a wonder, since he’s never known you to be silent for anything. Two months of no-filter commentary that makes him physically ill at times, and you’re shocked quiet.

“Holy shit,” you murmur, “You laughed. You don’t like anything. You don’t like kids. You don’t like animals… I don’t really know if you like to even laugh. God knows you don’t like me very much.”

“I like you just fine,” Bucky grins, and-- it’s a little blinding. His eyes shine brightly, midday sun in a mischievous blue sky, framed perfectly with those dark, long eyelashes. For a second you regret almost pummeling that nice-looking face in the first time you met it.

“You can’t keep that thing. I can see you.” Your hands freeze, one opening a pocket on your thigh, the other halfway sliding the creature in. Bucky glares when you continue, pretending he’s not there.  

“Barnes, I’ve decided,” you declare, hoping it would throw him off, “This is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”

A beat passes as he chews on his next response, deep in contemplation. Bucky’s not sure what being your friend would entail— his annoyance, at the very best. His literal death, at worst.

“Hm,” he grunts softly, edge of his voice giving way to amusement, unable to fully keep his stoic demeanor. One eyebrow raises your way, corner of his mouth lifting ever so slightly when your forehead furrows in wait.

“What?” You ask.

“Don’t like friendship.”

Taking a note from your book, Bucky punches the back of your hand, launching the hedgehog into the thicket, cackling at your screech all the while.

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[awake-dearheart]

Fathoms Below [masterlist]

Summary: Following the death of his uncle, King Benjamin, Prince Peter is determined to hunt down the mermaids he thinks are responsible. When his own ship is taken down in a storm and he’s rescued by one of the mermaids he’s sworn to kill, how will his feelings change? And how will this little mermaid feel when she finds out his true intentions toward her kind?

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Some violence, descriptions of death, drowning, possibly more to be added later

A/N: This whole series is my entry to @sunmoonandbucky‘s 5K writing challenge. I love you SO MUCH Hann, thank you for opening this door for me. A huge thank you to @the-southernbelle for the moodboard!

This is the first story in the Once Upon A Time Collection. It’s the most work I’ve ever put into a series and I love it so much it’s unreal. I hope you all enjoy it. If you’d like to be added to any of my taglists please send an ask!

Teaser

Prologue

Chapter 1: The Boy Who Would Be King

Chapter 2: The World Below

Chapter 3: Enter, The Guardian

Chapter 4: Father Knows Best

Chapter 5: Storm At Sea

Chapter 6: Part Of That World

Chapter 7: Heavy Is The Head That Wears The Crown

Chapter 8: Where You Belong

Chapter 9: Deal With The Devil

Chapter 10: Reunited

Chapter 11: New Perspective

Chapter 12

Chapter 13 

Chapter 14 

Chapter 15 

Moodboard by @quackeroos

Fanart by @icantfly-yet

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starring role masterlist

BUCKY BARNES X READER

FILM!AU

summary: in which hollywood’s former hottest movie star faces his biggest challenge yet – proving that he’s still worth the starring role prompt: film au | @sunmoonandbucky​’s 5k constellations challenge warnings: fluff, mutual pining, idiots to lovers, mentions of drug abuse word count: [25,000+]

author’s note: it’s literally a fanfic being turned into a movie, which is a fanfiction about a film!au. fanfic-ception, if you please

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⦿ opening scene ⦿ scene one ⦿ scene two ⦿ scene three ⦿ scene four ⦿ scene five ⦿ scene six ⦿ scene seven ⦿ end scene

bonus content:

⦿ scene one ⦿ scene two ⦿ scene three ⦿ scene four

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[stuckonjbbarnes]

Time {One-Shot}

A/N:This is for @sunmoonandbucky’s 5K Challenge. I had no idea what to do with this song...but I love the way it turned out. Congrats on all the followers babes, you deserve every last one of them! Pairing: Platonic!Bucky x Reader, mention of Sam x Reader Warnings: Soft Angst, Jealousy, Broken Plates

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"I don't know you but I want you all the more for that." A soft voice fills the cafe, pulling Bucky from his thoughts behind the counter. He knew from the moment they hired you that you were special, he just never knew how special you'd become to him.  1 Year 4 Months Earlier- You came in with your head in a book, waiting to meet the owners after calling about the Help Wanted Sign. At the table you looked from sparkling soft blue eyes into sharp green ones, already cutting into you. But you were quiet and polite and when the two slipped away for a brief meeting, you took the opportunity to continue reading a chapter that had you on the edge of your seat.  Less than twenty minutes later, the pair had hired you.

"Words fall through me and always fool me and I can't react." The out-of-tune piano sounds almost melodic, accompanying Y/N's voice. He remembers that she asked to take a lunch break but he hadn't expected her to stay in the cafe. Listening to her play the only song she really seemed to know, he took in the peaceful atmosphere. Most of the guests were sipping drinks quietly or swaying to the crooning barista. 12 Months Earlier- While you tried your hardest to befriend both owners, Bucky was much more approachable. When you couldn't get the cash register to work, he was the one to show you the trick to making the till open. Someone jammed the espresso machine? Bucky made sure to help you clear it out and he was patient, so patient while you got your bearings in the little cafe. Dot on the other hand was never around and when she was, she would make more messes than actually help out. In just about five months since you started full-time, you could happily say that you and Bucky were friends. Too many times to count, you'd bring him a new baked good to try and a day later, find a book waiting for you. Bucky was good with recommending his favorites and either offering you his copy on loan or buying you a copy outright. He even went so far as to introduce you to his best friend Sam, another book nerd.

"And games that never amount to more than they’re meant will play themselves out."  "That's $9.75 out of $10." Bucky smiles, handing over a quarter and a coffee to the guest. He's only half focused on putting the change in the drawer and chastises himself, when he nearly burns his hand trying to heat up the sandwich his guest ordered. But he was busy. Busy listening to Y/N's soothing voice and wondering just when he started feeling butterflies while looking at her. 10.5 Months Earlier- "It's been a long night." You smiled, finally flipping the sign over to CLOSED. Bucky was counting the register and offered a tired nod without looking up. "Do you want me to make something? I know you didn't take your break." Bucky finally asked, when you finished wiping the tables down and stacking chairs. "I should be making you something." You offered him a small smile, "You saved my ass during that rush." "I needed to come in and do paperwork anyways." He had chuckled. "How about we cook together?" You got him to agree and the two of you had sifted through leftover ingredients in the fridges making some sort of flatbread pizza. "I thought that old lady in the pink was going to lose it when you said we ran out of snickerdoodles." You had laughed, remembering how the old lady had practically turned into a tomato and demanded compensation, which didn't make sense because she didn't buy anything. "People love your cookies, Y/N. Which is why...I want you to keep making them so that we can keep selling them." "I..." "As your boss, I'm telling you that I love those cookies. How can you say no to this face?" He had asked pouting and your heart had fluttered and your widening grin had begun to hurt. That was until Dot showed up and your smile had all but disappeared as she took hold of Bucky's face and practically shoved her tongue down his throat.

"Take this sinking boat and point it home, we've still got time." Bucky really had tried his best to just be friends and a good boss. After all, Dot was nothing but good to him. But there was just something about Y/N. He couldn't keep himself away, as much as he really wanted to. Helping a few more customers, he gestures another barista over to the register, with the intent to restock the baked goods in the display case. But again, like a siren, he's caught in the music. 7 Months Earlier- After that awkward ending to a reasonably nice dinner, you had tried to pretty much keep to yourself. But Bucky wouldn't let you. "Hey! Book Nerd! Quit reading and come talk to me about it." He'd yell on your breaks. You obliged every time, happy to keep him as a friend. Happy to be there, even though he had the perfect girlfriend and the perfect bakery and the perfect life. You figured you could find that eventually, even taking time to hang out with his friend Sam more. Bonding over shared literature tastes and matching affinities for coffee.

"Raise your hopeful voice, you have a choice, you've made it now." It wasn't until Quinn said "Yo...Bucky? You gonna restock the cookies or stare a hole into Y/N for the rest of the day?" that Bucky snapped out of his thoughts. "Shut up, you dick." He rolls his eyes, earning a laugh from the younger man. "You think she's into the creepy staring types? Maybe I'll have to start staring too." "Quinn, if you don't shut up, you're fired." "Okay, okay...I'll restock then. You take the register." The barista stalks into the back, pushing along a cart. 5.5 Months Earlier- Then it stopped. Bucky stopped recommending books. He stopped asking you to come talk to him, leaving you to read your books in silence. He stopped asking you to bake for the cafe. And then he stopped working his usual shifts with you. More often than not, you had been working alone. Toughing out the nights that got overly busy because of college students, in need of a caffeine and sugar high. You toughed it out. This had been the best job and the easiest to maintain, while going to school yourself. You couldn't really be mad that your boss had stopped showing signs of friendship, he was your boss.

"Falling slowly, eyes that know me and I can't go back." With nothing better to do, Bucky finds himself walking around the tables, picking up people’s discarded cups and wiping tables. He's unintentionally humming along with Y/N and she sends him a wink, causing all the butterflies in his stomach to flutter. He smiles at her and she goes back to playing, no longer holding him in her bubble of warmth. 4 Months Earlier- You were just finishing up cleaning the kitchen for the night when you heard shouting from the front. A loud crash filled your ears before you could clear the doorway and step out into the storefront. You watched Dot storm to through the front door and she turned to shoot you a daggered glare. You were about to turn back to the kitchen, when you saw Bucky on his knees, picking up the remnants of the plate that had once held your snickerdoodle cookies.

"And moods that take me and erase me and I'm painted black. Well, you have suffered enough and warred with yourself...It's time that you won." Bucky's focus on the butterflies quickly vanish when he notices a line that seemingly appeared out of nowhere. The lunch rush... He sighs and quickly takes his spot behind the register and when Y/N tilts her head in question of needing help, Bucky is quick to wave her off, only wanting her to continue the song. Still 4 Months Earlier-"Hey, don't." You chided him, after grabbing the nearby broom. "I can do it!" He had snapped but you had ignored him, playfully kicking until he moved. After sweeping up every last splinter and cookie crumble, the two of you headed back into the kitchen. Noticing blood on his hands, you had taken him by his arm and pulled him to the sink. "I could've gotten it." He mumbles. "Yeah and cut your hands even more. Don't be an idiot." You had carefully run water over his hands, knowing full-well that he could've done it on his own. Satisfied that the small cuts would only require a bandaid and having gotten out the first aid kit, you let Bucky do the rest. "Thank you." He had said in a much softer tone, the anger all but vanished. You had just smiled lightly and began pulling out more ingredients. "What are you doing?" "Baking." "Why?" He had asked and you had laughed lightly. "You need fresh snickerdoodles, nurses orders." It hadn't taken long to mix up a batch and while they baked, you had made quick work of the dishes while Bucky wiped the counters down again. “This is none of my business, so feel free to tell me off or fire me or whatever. But I need to say it." You had stumbled over your words, having his full attention without realizing it. "Tell me." He asked, taking the cookies out once the oven chimed. "I just think that sometimes business partners don't make good love partners. You can have a good relationship or a good business but rarely both." You had shrugged and waited for him to yell. But he had taken a cookie, most likely burning himself in the process, and saluted you with it before digging in.

"Take this sinking boat and point it home, We've still got time." "Yo Bucky, my man. Can I clock out now?" Quinn asks, coming back out from the kitchen. "Let me check your drawer." Bucky sighs, taken away from Y/N and her song yet again. "You ever gonna make a move?" Quinn asks, having been at the cafe just over 3 months and understood the dynamic far better than he should've, in Bucky's opinion. "When the time is right." Bucky mutters, double checking his math and giving Quinn the thumbs up to leave. He watches Quinn wave at Y/N and her nod in turn, still expertly tapping on the keys. 2 Months Ago- "Just take it before I change my mind." Dot was exasperated, you could hear it when you stepped into the cafe for the evening shift. "Why are you throwing your half of this business back at me?" Bucky had asked, voice raising a couple decibels. " I'm not going to stay here and be unhappy. I won't be unhappy." She had snarled, throwing something...a ring? "Zemo is taking me to Paris! I don't need you or this rundown cafe." You could see from the look on Bucky's face he had been partially relieved and partially shaken by her words. Doing what you did best, you went into the bakery display and took a brownie, warming it. Pouring two glasses of milk and scooping up two spoons, you had guided Bucky to a table in the back and sat across from him, splitting the dessert. "I'm here if you need anything." You offered once he had taken a few bites and had some milk. "I think I'm going to need a manager." He groaned and you watched the gears turn in his head. "I'll do my best." Was all you had said before starting your shift.

"Raise your hopeful voice, you have a choice. You've made it now. Falling slowly, sing your melody... I'll sing it loud." Bucky knows the song is coming to its end, having practically memorized it. Today's the day he decides, just after Quinn takes off. He checks the kitchen and wipes down the front counter, listening and humming again. When he looks up, he thinks he notices Y/N look away but Bucky can't be sure. As soon as the song ends he mentally notes; That's when he'll take my chance. 3 Weeks Ago- The vacation you had put in for, was extremely needed. You had spent the last month and a half pretty much acting as the general manager of the cafe. The work was tiring but you had promised to try and you were doing pretty okay at it. But three weeks of sun and sand had been just what the doctor ordered. Not only that but it had been a chance to spend time with a friend and catch up on the list of books you hadn't gotten around to. You were sure Bucky and Quinn would be great on their own; your special guys.

"Take it all...I played the cards too late. Now it's gone." Just as Bucky is about to cross over to the piano, he spots his best friend Sam. But before he can even call to his friend, he's making a bee-line for Y/N. Bucky watches Y/N jump up and he freezes as Sam wraps his arm around he waist and pulls her into a hug, kissing her temple. Y/N pulls away, face brighter than Bucky had ever seen it and then she's looking at him. He pastes on a quick smile and he barely hears when she says  "I'm gonna go get food." Bucky manages to wave  and stares as the two giggle and make doe-eyes at each other, his shoulders fall only when they're out of sight. Present- It's fairly new but Sam is wonderful and after a 3 week vacation together, you're determined that he could be everything for you. You know Bucky is single but you also know that he could have anyone; any supermodel that popped in from Soho. It isn't worth the heartbreak of letting him know your feelings. Plus, Sam is kind and he's smart and he likes you. There's nothing to worry about with him and you're sure your feelings for Bucky will disappear...it's only a matter of time.

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[valkyriesryde]

Prince Charming

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Who’s your favourite Disney princess? Who do you want to be your prince charming? 

Warnings: hints at nsfw activity towards the end, swearing? controversial favourite princesses don’t come at me we all know Steve would dig the pan

Word Count: 882

A/N: This is for @sunmoonandbucky​ ‘s 5k Constellations Challenge! Just a lil bit of drunken fun, prompt is bolded.

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It’s important that you share interests and opinions with friends. Not all interests and opinions but some need to be addressed in order for the relationship to blossom. 

Coffee or tea?

Hot or cold?

Beach or cabin?

Sweet or sour?

Which Disney princess is the better?

...now that last one can cause things to get heated. Are we talking pre or post-2000’s princesses? All princesses? Does Anastasia count? 

“Moana, obviously. She kicks ass.” Sam is quick with his answer like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. 

“You just like Hei Hei,” Bucky bites. Sam shrugs his shoulders and mutters a ‘so’ from behind his bottle. 

“Stevie my man, my captain, WHOMST do you choose?” you yell over the bickering of Sam and Bucky. You’re too drunk to be dealing with that right now. So your attention is turned to Steve as you pass him the bottle of whatever your drinking now...rum?

“Uh, Rapunzel? Yea...Rapunzel,” he downs a mouthful of the rum, followed with another shot of Thor’s good stuff. 

It was a typical quiet Thursday night, the cap trio and yourself decided that it was time for some bonding, some alcoholic bonding. You were situated around the couches, your legs draped over Bucky’s lap, one of his hands rested on your thigh comfortably while the other held his glass. 

“Rapunzel is a loose canon what the fuck Steve?!” Sam and Bucky turn away from each other and Sam gives steve a confused look.

“She’s awesome! The pan and everything!” Steve argues and Sam can’t help but agree. “What about you Y/N?” 

You mull it over for a few seconds, there are so many choices. Then your eyes land on Bucky running his fingers through his hair. You jump up from your spot onto your knees causing Bucky to lean back. 

“Bucky is my favourite princess!” Sam and Steve immediately start laughing while you wink at Bucky and down more of your drink. 

Bucky is left speechless, he tries to stop the blush rushing up his neck as he’s sputtering out trying to ask what you mean. 

“You’re the perfect princess Bucko, a beautiful damsel. AND STEVE IS YOUR PRINCE CHARMING!”

“I’M WHAT NOW?!” Your giggle is infectious as Sam continues howling and there are tears in his eyes. 

You run your fingers through Bucky’s hair, scraping your nails against his skull he tries to stop his eyes from fluttering shut and swallows the moan in his throat. 

“You are more beautiful than Cinderella! You smell like pine needles, and you have a face like sunshine!” you giggle and pinch his cheeks. Bucky pushes your hand away lightly but he’s smiling like an idiot. 

“I think you’ve had enough for tonight darl,” Bucky laughs and stands up. You wobble to your feet still on the couch and a head taller than him as you grab his shoulders. 

“The prettiest princess.” You mumble, your hands moving from his shoulders to his cheeks as he holds your waist. “Wish I had a prince charming...STEBE will you be my prince charming too?” you shout over Bucky’s shoulder and lean into him further, at this point he’s pretty much carrying you and huffing. He’ll be your prince charming. 

“Oh I think you’ve already got one,” Steve smirks and Bucky holds out a middle finger behind his back to him. 

“Come on babygirl,” he wraps his hands around your thighs and you jump into him, your face tucked into his shoulder and your eyebrows pulled down.

“Who? Bucky who is it do you know?” in the hallway you lean back just enough to look Bucky in the eye and he sucks in a breath, realising how intimate the position you’re in is. 

“Who uh who is what?” He stutters, your forehead rests on his. Bucky licks his lips and his eyes dart all over your face before landing on your lips. 

“My prince charming silly,” your voice is just above a whisper and your thumb trails over his bottom lip. Bucky stops walking and stands in the middle of the hallway with you still in his arms, legs wrapped around his waist. He’s not quite sure where in the compound he is at this point but it’s quiet so that’s probably a good thing. 

“Um,” your thumb pulls his lip slightly as your nose brushes against his. The movements are slow, there’s no calculation, purely moving on need and want.

“I wish it was you.” 

Bucky gulps and he almost whines when your lips glance across his. He hums and nods and before he can think about it he’s kissing you slowly. A deep moan leaves his throat when you pull at the hair at the base of his neck and his feet start moving again until he has you pressed up against the wall of the hallway. 

Bucky’s hands leave your thighs and grip your waist, pulling at your shirt. The kiss turns fast, hungry and sloppy between the both of you. Pulling at his collar, tightening your legs around him, fingertips digging into your sides. 

His lips move to your neck, teeth scraping down causing you to moan and pull his hair. 

“Bucky,” you breath out and he hums in response. “Please Bucky.”

“I’ll be your prince charming baby.”

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[ofstarsandvibranium]

Tell Me More, Tell Me More

Fandom: Marvel (Grease AU)

Pairing: Stucky x Reader

Summary: You met two amazing boys over the summer, but you're not sure if it's meant to be or not.

A/N: I really don’t like how this turned out, but I couldn’t think of anything else better. Also, this is for @sunmoonandbucky​ ‘s 5K Constellations Writing Challenge.

“So how was your summer, Y/N?” your newfound friend, Wanda, asked as she sat down at the round table outside of the cafeteria. Her other friends that you met earlier that day; Nat, Hope, Pepper, Maria, and Gamora, looked up from their lunches and at you with interest.

You softly smiled, “It was good. I spent a lot of time at the beach. I met two boys there.”

The young ladies around you leaned in closer, “Two boys, eh?” Gamora asked.

You shook your head, “It wasn’t like that. They were sweet. They showed me around the city and such. They were basically my tour guides.”

“Were they cute?” Wanda burst out with excitement.

You couldn’t contain the giggle that escaped your lips, “Very. They’re both tall, both have beautiful blue eyes. Blue like the ocean! They’re so funny too. Very sweet and kind. Gentlemen.”

All the girls sighed dreamingly as they listened to you, “Wish we could find guys like that. Their kind is pretty rare around these parts.” Nat stated with a smirk and all the girls nodded in agreement. 

You shrugged, “Maybe you’re just not looking hard enough?”

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“So fellas, do anything or anyone interesting this summer?” Clint asked his group of friends with a smirk as he laid across the bleachers with no care in the world.

“Barnes and Rogers met a girl!” Sam hollered from a few rows above Clint, throwing some chips into his mouth. 

“A girl, eh?” Clint sat up, his interest piquing. 

Bucky playfully smirked, glancing to his best friend and boyfriend, “Yeah, we met a girl.”

“She good in the sack?” Clint asked and Steve pushed him back, causing him to stumble back. 

“It’s that all you care for? Sex?” 

Clint, Sam, and Scott all replied with, “Yeah!” Causing Bucky and Steve to roll their eyes. 

“So, uh, how’d that work out since you two are, ya know-”

“You can say dating, Scott. You won’t get punched in the face for saying that Bucky and I are dating,” Steve defended, brows and eyes furrowed to a stern expression. 

“We’re together, yeah, but we’re also open to finding someone else to add into our relationship.” Bucky added. 

Their other friend, Peter Quill, snapped his fingers together, “Oh! Like uh-uh polygonous relationship!”

Sam threw his head back as he cackled, “You mean polyamorous, you doofus!” and proceeded to throw chip crumbs at his friend. 

Clint waved off them off, focusing back on Steve and Bucky, “Yeah, okay, but that didn’t answer my question. Was she good in the sack?”

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During lunch, you were continuously badgered by your newfound friends about the two boys you met and spent your summer with. You told them about how you swam in the ocean together, went to the arcade, ate at the diner on the pier, staying out late, etc. 

Then Nat asked, “So what’re the names of these guys anyway?”

“Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers.”

The entire group burst into gasps and giggles, that immediately seized once Nat shot them a glare, “Well, they sound pretty amazing, Y/N. How ‘bout we finish up our lunch and give you a tour of the rest of the school?”

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Bucky and Steve walked hand in hand to Steve’s car, slick black and new, a reflection of his hard work from working at Bucky’s dad’s shop.

“So, we going to the rally tonight?” he remembers Sam mentioning the back to school rally that’s being held in the gym. 

The blonde shrugged, “Dunno. Was thinking about staying home, doing homework, maybe write Y/N a letter?”

The brunette sighed, “Steve, I told ya, we gotta get over her. She was here for one summer. That’s it.”

“You can’t deny that what the three of us had was special, Buck.”

“I’m not! I just-we’re never gonna see her again. I’ve accepted that and you should too.”

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Wanda and her brother, Pietro, were nice enough to give you a ride back home instead of having you take the bus. During the drive, Pietro informs you about the back to school rally the student council holds every first day back. 

“Wanda and I will be going. You should come too!” 

You were hesitant, “I-I don’t know. I’ve never gone to a rally before.”

“It’ll be fun, Y/N, I promise!” Wanda assured you with an excited smile, “The girls will be there and some of our other friends too! We’ll give you a ride!”

This was your senior year of high school. You’d never gone to a rally prior, not really one for all of the noise and shouting. But what the hell, right? It’s your last year of high school!

“Alright. I’ll go!”

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Steve, Bucky, and their friends all sat on the far end of the bleachers at the very top, away from all of the hustle and bustle of the remaining student body. Steve sat up, while Bucky was laying down, resting his head on Steve’s lap. He threw napkin balls at the three stooges he called friends as they started to get a little too rough with each other. 

“Hey, quit it, will ya!”

“Barnes! Rogers!”

Both men perked at the sound of Nat’s voice. They both stood up to see her and her group of friends heading up the bleachers and towards them. 

“Nat, ladies, how wonderful to see you this fine night,” Clint, Nat’s boyfriend, said, while kissing his girlfriend’s cheek. 

“So, Steve, Bucky, got a lil’ surprise for ya?”

“Yeah?” the boys ask with a smirk. 

“Yeah,” Gamora and Hope push you forward and you stumble up a few steps. 

Bucky and Steve’s eyes bugged out as they exclaimed your name, “Y/N?!”

Your own eyes widened and a big smile appeared on your face, “Bucky?! Steve?!”

The two boys collided with you as their arms wrapped around you, “We thought you were moving back to California!”

“My dad actually ended up being transferred here!”

“I-I can’t believe you’re here,” Steve breathed out in disbelief, “I thought I’d never see you again.”

You happily shrugged, “Well, I’m here!”

“Yeah, you are!” Bucky, shouted and then directed you towards his group of friends, “Fellas, this is Y/N. Y/N, these are the guys: Peter, Sam, Scott, and Clint.”

Clint stepped up, “Ah yes, the young lady who’s good in the sack!” the comment earned him a shove, causing him to trip over some bleachers and falling over on his ass. 

“Serves him right,” Nat murmured and waltzed over to help her big mouthed boyfriend. 

“Oh doll, we’re so happy you’re here now. This year is going to be the best year ever. I just know it,” Steve sighed happily, his hands going to your waist and pulling you close. 

Bucky stood behind you, his hands over Steve’s and head resting against yours, “We let you go once, babydoll. We’re not gonna let you go again.”

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[the-omni-princess]

Wait for Me (I’m coming)

Author: @the-omni-princess​

Summary: One last mission. One more death.

Prompt: “All I’ve Ever Known” - Hadestown

Word Count: 622 w/o the lyrics (925 with!)

Pairing: Bucky x winter soldier!reader

Warnings: Angst! Wow! I write that now?!

A/N:

For @sunmoonandbucky​ and her #5kconstellationswc

Congrats!!!

Funfact! My first oneshot ever was for her challenge so here we are :D 

Super sorry it’s late, writer’s block is killing me. This is pretty different than what I usually write

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I was alone so long I didn't even know that I was lonely Out in the cold so long I didn't even know that I was cold Turned my collar to the wind This is how it's always been All I've ever known is how to hold my own All I've ever known is how to hold my own

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Truly the only thing you could remember were two things. The cold. Pure ice climbing your veins. Choking your voice, glazing your vision, until black dots overfilled your mind and you were falling and falling and falling. Down and down and down.

The second thing you could remember, no matter how many times your brain was fried, lit up, with the smell of electricity in the air, was sky blue eyes. Ice. Metallic. A metal arm. Harsh when the scent of electricity and grime filled the room. Soft, tender when the eyes weren’t watching.

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But now I wanna hold you, too You take me in your arms And suddenly there's sunlight all around me Everything bright and warm And shining like it never did before And for a moment I forget Just how dark and cold it gets

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Now you were awake. Forcibly shoved into the land of the living. He was gone. That much you knew for sure. You weren’t sure if they had finally snapped and ended him, or if he escaped. It didn’t matter. You were alone again. Why fight? There wasn’t a point. You havent felt human in what felt like an eternity.

Ten words. Screaming. Blissful calm. Locked in your own mind. A witness to everything you destroyed. Unable to stop it. Another gun pressed into your hands. Another life ripped from somebody you didn’t know.

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All I've ever known is how to hold my own All I've ever known is how to hold my own But now I wanna hold you Now I wanna hold you Hold you close I don't ever wanna have to let you go

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Another mission. More lives to take. A leather wrapped Grim Reaper. A dog on a leash.

Something was wrong. Stalking the halls, curious eyes racking each shelf. A pause, gun lowering. A simple picture. Familiar sky eyes.

“Drop the gun and this doesn’t have to get ugly.” Every muscle in your body seemed to tense, the photograph in your hand fell to the ground, shattering as it hit the floor. You turned, watching as one thing you always remembered went wide. “Oh God,” he mumbled.

“Soldat?” your head tilted against your own violation.

“It really is you… they sent you to kill me, didn’t they?” He simply sighed, his own gun lowering faintly, still on edge and watching you closely.

“Not you. Him,” you lifted your head towards the shield beside him.

“You’re not going to hurt him,” he took a step closer, your own thoughts finally lit up, starting to put things together. You mouth disregarded these thoughts. It disregarded the voice you’ve become in your own head, a voice behind prisoner bars.

“You left.” You sounded weak. You hated it.

His visibly softened, “Is that what they told you? Please put down the gun. I can help you.”

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Now I wanna hold you, hold you tight I don't wanna go back to the lonely life Say that you'll hold me forever Say that the wind won't change on us Say that we'll stay with each other And it'll always be like this

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For once in your abnormally long life, the shell of a body you were obeyed the screaming inside its cage. The gun tumbled to the floor just as your knees buckled.

He came closer, slowing his movements as you flinched. “It’s alright now, дорогая, no one will hurt you.” He only froze for a second more before metal and flesh rose, pulling that godforsaken muzzle off, tossing it aside. “There you are.” He smiled warmly, something you couldn’t think he had done before. You would have remembered that smile. A smile that radiated like a thousand suns. It would have been burned into your memory just as his eyes were etched into your very soul.

“I-…” you swallowed harshly, taking a breath as the cage around you started to crack. “I don’t want to hurt anyone anymore, Soldat.” Your admission came in a small voice, and yet he heard you. Slowly, gently, he pulled you into his arms. Tenderness. The fleeting memories of this started to come back to you in flashes. You accepted it, falling into his chest.

“You won’t have to hurt anyone anymore,” he murmured softly, holding you close, not mentioning the hot tears starting to roll down your cheeks. “Bucky,” he added. “My name is Bucky. Soon, you’ll be able to remember you name too.” With those words you felt one more death at your hands. The death of your cage.

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I'm gonna hold you forever The wind will never change on us As long as we stay with each other Then it will always be like this

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On Paper

A/N:  Written for @sunmoonandbucky​‘s 5k writing challenge and filling the prompt: She thinks I’m old, from the Daddy Long Legs musical.  Congratulations again on your epic milestone, you’re awesome and deserve all the love of we 5k and more.  Sorry, I should have had this posted a couple of hours ago, it almost didn’t get completed at all (I’ve been so busy with work stuff) but we got there in the end. Phew!

Summary:  You’re an artist who runs a creative therapy class for veterans, he’s a world war 2 vet who looks after goats.  When Sam asks you to be a sponsor for the veterans pen pal program you never dreamed it would end where it does.

Pairing:  Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Word Count:  4.5k

Warnings:  PTSD - Bucky recovering, bit of angst, bit of fluff.

Deep violet and Prussian blue softened to lavender with a sliver of peach in the cleft between two mountains. The eastern call of the coming day no longer filled Bucky with dread, instead it filled him with a tempered kind of peace.  Not the seeping relaxation of the soul that he longed to feel inching over his shoulders and down his spine, but the kind that subtly softened the pensive nature of his broken pieces and told him ‘today might not be so hard’.  As the sun rose on his final day in Wakanda, Bucky set about his daily chores.  The mundane tasks his body performed while his mind clamoured for completion.

Up well before the Sun, he preferred to work before the heat of the day peaked.  Those pre-dawn moments before the others of his community rose were his own; time to wallow in his own self-pity without the sad looks of those around him.  But now he had something to look forward to, someone to look forward to.  Y/n.  His pen pal. The woman he had fallen inexorably in love with over the past two years, your souls laid out on paper.

Bucky tossed bales of straw onto a small cart.  Already his goats were snickering and tittering in their pen, soon they’d be around his legs getting in the way as he cleaned out their muck for the last time. He would miss the company of his goats, they had personality but couldn’t judge, and when they watched him struggle one-handed with rakes and pitchforks they couldn’t pity him his missing arm.

The arm.

For a long time it had been the source of much of his pain, a reminder of what was done to him and what he’d done.  Without the arm he could easily believe he was just another soldier who lost a limb in battle, he could gloss over the decades of murder and torture in favour of his memories of Brooklyn and of the 107th.  But without it he was stunted, an invalid, weak.  It would have been better for everyone if he’d just died falling from that train, but Bucky was tenacious.  Even in his darkest hour he always fought for survival, his instinct to live so strong he’d lasted almost 100 years of war, and war was exactly what it was.  All those years as the Fist of Hydra, The Winter Soldier, soldat.  All that death.  Hydra were at war and he was their weapon.

Now he had a different desire, a different purpose.  He was going home to New York, going home to a place he no longer knew, filled with people who most likely despised him.  And what for?  A woman who knew him only as war veteran James.  A woman who knew so much about him yet so little.  What would you say when you finally met him and realised your charming old-world friend was the murderous Winter Soldier?  No.  You wouldn’t discard him like that, you’d done so much for each other over the years. Your bond was strong.  Wasn’t it?

Fully risen now, the sun crested the lower slopes of the eastern mountain, bringing colour to the world around him.  Vibrant greens of the forest reaching up until the stone peaks could no longer support their life, pastures and plantations, fields of grain not yet yellowed and ready for harvest, and an orchard where Bucky had been allowed to plant a few trees of his own; plums and damsons, that’s what he grew.

It was in the orchard at the cusp of midday, with sweat making rats tails of his hair and sticking his sleeveless plaid shirt to his skin, and with a basket of fruit picked for the village that he caught the silhouette of a figure he seldom saw outside of Wakanda’s labs; Princess Shuri.

“The white wolf has become a puppy, if the rumours of your village are true.”  She stepped forward, her full-length white dress trailed in the dried red dirt, tainting the hem like rust.

Bucky smiled dryly.  Shuri always liked to tease him.

“Come,” she smiled, “it is time.”

Since the end of the Infinity War and Steve’s decision to leave, Bucky had come back to Wakanda to find himself but had only gotten more lost.  He was comfortable, with his supported solitude and his goats; The Winter Soldier had been locked away, forgotten but never truly gone.  That had been almost three years ago.

The veteran's pen pal program had changed all of that for him.  It had been Sam’s idea, to help soldiers who had problems connecting.  A buffered step towards communicating and getting to know new people again, an opening through which to learn the world again.

Bucky had been hesitant at first. The first letter came and it took him weeks to pluck up the courage to reply, but reply he did and never looked back. Now he was getting on a jet back to New York, where you lived.  He would be in the same city, walking the same streets, breathing the same air but would he ever be brave enough to announce himself after all this time?  Would you feel lied to, that he hadn’t owned up to who he was in the two years you’d been writing to each other?

The jet doors closed on one part of his life and he stared out of the window as the metal bird carried him into the next.  Scared but resolved to become whole again, Bucky closed his eyes and thought of you.

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Pride, that’s what you felt, pure unadulterated pride.  Looking out across the room at the men and women in your class at the VA hospital. Hands grey and mottled with clay, aprons smeared with slip, but there’s a kind of peace in that chatter-filled room that these people never got while sat sombrely at their support meetings. It was hard to open up when the question on everyone else’s mind is “what happened to you, then?”

“So… week four and the clay was a win?”  Sam Wilson spoke from the doorway, shoulder braced against the wood as he leaned, watching the group sculpt things from the clay you’d given them.

It had been a bit of a slow start, triggering their imagination was key.  Some were making pots and cups from coiled clay snakes, something functional because that’s what they needed, to create something useful instead of all the useless hurt and emotion they were filled with.  Some were making plaques, embossed words like ‘home sweet home’, ‘you can do this’, and ‘be the change you want to see’, motivational sentiments designed as gifts perhaps but were more an instruction to themselves. A few were freestyling, just pouring their emotions out into the wet clay, seeing what came out.  But they were talking, just inane chatter about this and that, small talk that helped them coalesce as a group, allowing them to open up gradually.  You would have this same group for a total of twelve weeks of creative therapy before the cycle would start again and you’d get a new group.

“Yeah.”  You sighed, moving to the door so as not to disturb the class. “Creating something gives their brains something to focus on so they’re not fully submerged in their trauma.  I’m not a therapist, but you can see how the artistic process helps them.  Not everyone responds but most do.  It’s nice to see.”

Sam smiled, eyes twinkling. He was proud of them too.  Some of these people were part of the support group he hosted and seeing them like this really filled his soul with joy.

“You work wonders with these guys.”  He looked a little bashful when he met your gaze.  “Definitely underrated.”

“You’re not just here for a social visit are you, Sam?”  You crossed your arms over your chest and pinned him with a knowing glare.

“That obvious, huh?”

“It is when you’re trying to butter me up.”  You arched a brow.  “What do you need?”

“I like a girl who isn’t afraid to get down to business.”  He smirked. Sam always was on the flirty side but you were immune to his charm, so he found a playful little plateau where you were both happy to remain.

“How very goal-orientated of you.” You sassed back, praying he was not about to ask you to go on a date with his cousin or something equally cringy. “Spill.”

“A letter came for you today.” He proffered a large white envelope that was burdened with its contents; hardly a letter, it was more of a package. The U.S. Government stamp glared up at you accusingly.  “Might be that extra funding you asked for.”  Sam shrugged casually, trying to reassure you with good thoughts.

“It might also be a severance package.”  You quipped glumly.

It wasn’t a secret that you’d had some severe issues with supporting yourself lately.  Since hosting the centre’s creative therapy sessions you had little time for your own work let alone selling it.  Money was tight and you were already in danger of having to relocate your studio to your garage at home.

Your jaw fell slack as you read the letter, not bothering to wait for the privacy of your car or home.  “I don’t understand.”

The letter was notification that you were the sole beneficiary of a military pension.  All but the monetary details had been redacted, swathes of black stripes blotting out pages and pages of information that could allude to the identity of the person whose pension you were mysteriously the recipient of.

“There has to be some sort of mistake.”  You had no family who had been in the military, no chance of long-lost uncles, siblings or grandparents, and no spouse from which this could have come.

It wasn’t an obscene amount of money but for a military pension it was incredibly generous; the years of service that would have had to have been put in was longer than some people lived. There was only one person you knew who could have gifted you such a thing.

James.

Your heart stopped.

“Wait a sec.”  The papers stilled in your hands.  “Don’t these things get bequeathed upon death?”  Eyes stinging, you searched Sam’s face.  There was both sadness and confusion there in the crinkle of his brow.

“Y/n…” he comforted.  The sympathetic shake of his head sent your emotions spiralling and your vision swam with tears.

“He can’t be dead,” you sobbed quietly into your sweater sleeve, “he just can’t be.” You handed Sam the papers, shuffling a small locus in front of the door as you chewed your fingernails. The burn of panic in your chest became oppressive.

It didn’t take him long to scan through the unredacted text and for pity to taint his body language.

“He was so vibrant and full of life.”  You couldn’t stop the tears now that they were flowing down your cheeks.  “I had no idea he was even sick.”  You started to hyperventilate and Sam moved to comfort you.

“It might not be what you think,” he soothed.

“And I’ve been too busy with trying to find extra work to reply to his last letter.”  You gasped as guilt clashed with the panic already crippling your heart.

That sickening plummeting feeling only grew stronger the more you thought about James, and how he’d been your rock for the past few years.  A distant rock on a peaceful shore you could slip away to when things got too much for you, he was a perfect confidant and everything you were to him as his pen pal sponsor; he was a voice of reason, supportive, kind, caring, funny and oh some of the stories he’d tell from his army days.  He never specified when or where but you could tell from the way he wrote and the things he said that he fought in the second world war.

You’d grown extremely fond of James over the years.  If two souls were meant to be together it was you two, only the distance and money had stopped you from going to visit him where he lived in East Africa.  For James it was his commitment to his goats and his solitary way of life.  You only knew a little about where he lived and about who he was.  Even after all this time, you both sent your letters to the pen pal liaison who sent them on to the correct addresses; this was to protect the participants and you both respected that.

James had only ever spoke of friends that were no longer around and you’d wondered if he had anyone else in his life so you’d asked; there was no one save a few people who lived nearby who were in essence his care-takers or people who looked out for him.  So, you were it…  You were all he had.

A fresh wave of tears pushed past your already soaked lashes, retracing the wet tracks of previous tears only to be swiped away by your sweater-covered hands.  The thought that James had died alone broke your heart.  And what about his goats?

“Y/n?”  Sam’s concerned voice brought you back from your spiralling thoughts.

Your breathing was already ragged as you struggled to control your grief.  Sam’s furtive glance over your shoulder had you following his gaze. Brilliant blue eyes, so full of emotion, connected with yours and held on.  One of the men from your class had left his table as if to help comfort you but Sam’s firm head shake aborted his gesture, leaving him looking forlorn. Those eyes held on to you though, mirroring your grief, boring into your soul.  So blue, and all the more piercing because of the glassy redness of withheld tears.  A stranger’s empathy wasn’t what you needed right then, you needed some air.

You stumbled as Sam guided you outside into the corridor where your class couldn’t see your distress. He pulled you in and held you tight as you slumped in his arms, overcome with grief.

Hours later, over a coffee in the staff canteen, you told him all about your kindred spirit – James, and how the veteran’s pen pal program had changed both if your lives.

+++++++

“You’re worse than Steve, you know that?”  Sam griped as he pushed past Bucky into his room at the compound.  Bucky had been staying there since his return from Wakanda, six weeks earlier.

“Don’t compare me to him.” Bucky quipped as he paced the floor. His hands, still stained with clay dust, were fisted on his hips.  “I didn’t break all my promises like he did.”

“No, but you continue to lie to a woman you’ve loved for years.”  Sam scoffed as he rummaged in Bucky’s chiller.  “Do you even keep anything other than condiments in here?”

“The beer is in the freezer.” At Sam’s questioning look, Bucky rolled his eyes.  “They were warm when I got them home.  I took the scenic route on foot - what?  I needed time to think.”

“Look,” Sam handed over a perfectly chilled beer, “you need to talk to her.”

“But-”

“It’s what you came back for isn’t it?”  Sam didn’t need a reply, he and Bucky had discussed this at length.  “She deserves to know.”

“But she thinks I’m old, man.” Bucky flopped down on his sofa.

“Yeah, well, now she thinks you’re a corpse.”

“It isn’t the first time I’ve been dead.”  Bucky sighed, shoulders slumping.  “Maybe it’s for the best.”

“How did you even manage to transfer your pension?”  Sam took a long swig.  “And why?”

“Fury pulled some strings.” Bucky gripped the bottle tighter as if to ground himself.  “I don’t want the government’s guilt money.  All those years of suffering and they’re acting like it was my duty, part of my service to my country,” he twisted the bottle until the glass creaked, “I don’t want anything to do with it.”

“So you thought you’d give it to y/n?”

“It might as well do some good.” Bucky nodded solemnly.  “I didn’t think she’d put the pieces together or that she’d be so upset if she did.”

“Don’t insult her, man.” Sam chided.

“I’d never…”

“She’s grown so attached to you she thinks of you like a soulmate, just born at the wrong times.”

Bucky sighed heavily.  “How can I fix this?  How can I tell her she’s been talking to the Winter Soldier for years? It’s going to break her heart when she finds out what I’ve done.”

“Her heart is breaking now that she thinks you died alone in a hut in Africa.”  Sam knew just how much James meant to you, and he didn’t sugar-coat his disappointment.  “She’s even worried about your damn goats for Christ’s sake.”

“I can’t just walk up to her and say ‘hey, I know I’ve been in your class for the last few weeks but I’m James, your pen pal’,” he wrung the bottle harder until the neck began to crack from the strain.

“You’re going to have to find a way, man,” Sam clapped him on the shoulder, “you’re my friend but you’re an asshat and if you don’t tell her then I will.”  Ultimatum delivered; Sam drained his beer.

Bucky nodded glumly.  He knew Sam had his best interests at heart, but he was firm and wouldn’t baby him.  Bucky had to do this, he had to tell you the truth.

“Why don’t you finish this thing the way it started,” Sam said as he opened Bucky’s door, “with a letter?”

+++++++

Your life had been a blur of numbness in the week following the discovery of James’s death.  You’d read and re-read his most recent letter, the one you never responded to, feeling guilty and ashamed for your neglect. There had been nothing that lead you to believe James had been sick.  Yes, he was elderly, but he never seemed frail.  On the contrary, he seemed very active and fit for someone who’d fought in the second world war.  It was all such a shock.

The veteran’s creative therapy class had rolled around again and the whole class had been a little subdued; they’d seen your distress the previous week and were gentle with you. There was only one joke about Patrick Swayze and Demi Moore at the pottery wheel which caused a titter of laughter and you’d smiled but they could see you weren’t yourself, though you did your best to hide it.

Clean-up had been almost solemn and as the vets left the class, they offered kind words or gestures, but they were all just a part of the numb blur you were lost in.

Packing away your tools you noticed some things that had been left behind by one of the class; a red ceramic rose with a twisted metal stem – Bucky’s piece from the previous week, and a familiar ivory envelope with your name written on it in even more familiar handwriting.

In your chest your heart flipped, sending a nauseous wave into your throat.  Panic struck again for the second time in as many weeks and you frantically snatched up the letter, tearing it open with just enough care so as not to tear through what was inside.

Tears were already flowing as your heart broke all over again.  And then you began to read.

Dearest Y/n,

Perhaps I should start by introducing myself.  I am James Buchannan Barnes of the 107th Infantry and of The Howling Commandos. I’m sure you know me as the man formerly known as The Winter Soldier, but I hope you would know me better as just James.  And now you also know me as Bucky.

I’m so sorry that I didn’t tell you who I was.  At first it didn’t seem like it mattered, and the level of detachment afforded by the pen pal program was like a safety blanket – I could be myself without all of the horror that came with my past.  But then as time went on, we grew more and more fond of one another and I couldn’t ruin what we shared by telling you the truth.  I am so very sorry.  I can’t say that enough.

I moved back to New York a few weeks ago from Wakanda, where I have been staying for the duration of my recovery.  You already know so much about that without any of the details that would allow you the full story, but it’s something I’m willing to tell you if you want to hear it?

When I came back, the plan was to meet you and tell you everything, but apparently I’ve become a coward during all those years spent tending goats, who are fine by the way. They are being well looked after and though I will miss them, I came here for something I would miss more if it were to suddenly vanish.  That something is you.  Perhaps that’s why I kept my truth from you, because I was scared I’d lose the thing I cherished most in this new life I found myself in.

There’s no excuse good enough for what I’ve done but I hope you can forgive me in time.

If by some miracle you still want to talk to me, I’ll be waiting in the little café (Charlotte’s) on the corner by the VA center, until it closes.  I’m ready to tell you everything, y/n, but I understand if you don’t want to know me.  I’ve left my cell number on the back too in case you’re not ready to talk in person and I promise if I don’t hear from you I’ll stay away, but I really hope I do.

The rose is yours to do with as you see fit.  I made it so it tinkles just like the wind chime I had in Wakanda when you wave it gently. If I’m to never see you again please know that I would sooner lose my right arm than hurt you.  You’re the one thing I cherish most.  You touched my life so profoundly and changed it for the better.  It’s a debt I can never repay but I will if you’ll let me try.

Yours, with love,

James.

Tears spilled down your cheeks and you snatched up the rose as you swung your bag over your shoulder in a hurry towards the door.  Your flat shoes slapped and squeaked on the polished linoleum floor as you ran the length of the corridor and slammed through fire doors that would take you to Charlotte’s the quickest.

Chest heaving and gasping for breath you stopped dead outside the cozy little café.  The failing light outside made the warm glow inside much more appealing, and there, on the other side of the glass, was the impossibly youthful James Buchannan Barnes.  His long hair was tucked behind his ears as he poured over the pages in his hands - your letters.

You’d taken note of him in your class, not just because he was attractive but because he was very attentive; his focus followed you around the room while you instructed the class and he listened like your voice was his favourite song.  Now it all made sense.  The way he gravitated to you wasn’t because you were an instructor or an authority figure, it was because he knew you.  Those furtive glances weren’t because he had trouble with eye contact, it was because he was afraid you’d see through his act.  And the subtle smiles when you spoke weren’t because he thought you were funny, he did, but they were because he was hearing for the first time words and phrases you’d laid down on paper.

Lifting his eyes as he sipped his coffee he glanced around, coming to rest on the street outside, and onto you.  There was fear in his eyes.  Momentary doubt before an affectionate smile graced his lips.  The twinkle in his eyes was the same one you’d imagined many times before, even if the face that bore them was less worn.

Now that you truly saw him, you couldn’t believe that you hadn’t recognised The Winter Soldier in your class. His beard and long hair did a lot to mask his features but you should have noticed his infamous arm.  In his letters James had told you he lost his arm in the war but he never told you he had a metal replacement.

The longer you stared, the more his smile faltered, until he was on his feet and moving towards the door. Without thought you moved towards him and met him as he stepped out onto the street.  The air between you was charged with awkward tension that continued to build as you searched his face, taking him in, adding together all the knowledge of who he really was.  He was your James, but he was also something more.

You felt like you could both slap him and kiss him.  All the heartache he’d put you through in the last week, all the hurt.  But he was alive and safe and right there in front of you, impossibly young and irrevocably real.

“Sweetheart?”  His voice cracked as he reached for your hand but he never got that far before you threw yourself at him, arms wrapped around his neck as you buried your face into his chest.

The breath you’d been holding came out as a sob and he cradled you to him like a precious porcelain doll, rubbing gentle circles over your back as you let your tears of relief flow freely. He didn’t care that you were soaking his shirt, you were there and you were in his arms, and it was more than he could ever have hoped for.

“I’m so sorry.”  He murmured into your crown.  “I never meant to lie to you.”

You laughed, watery and shaky. “You best believe you’re going to make it up to me.”  You stepped back, swiping the tears from your cheeks.  “I don’t care that you’re almost one hundred years old.”  You poked him in the stomach, earning you a grunt and a chuckle.

“Careful sweetheart,” James gripped your hand gently to stave off any further assault, “that ship sailed already.”  He gave you a cheeky wink, confidence building now that he knew you didn’t hate him. “I’ll officially be one hundred and eleven next week.”

“Well that’s fabulous news,” you simpered, “I never thought I’d ever get to plan an eleventy-first birthday celebration but I suspect it will be an event of special magnificence.”

As he led you inside and pulled out a chair for you to sit, you couldn’t help but think that even though life was full of pain and sorrow, sometimes it paid you back in happiness. And for two souls discovered on paper and made real, miracles were still possible.

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[peterman-spideyparker]

Paint Me a Picture (Prince!Bucky x Cinderella!Reader AU) 5/5

Author’s Note: Hey everyone! It all ends in cavity-inducing sweetness!!! Enjoy, and thank you for reading! (I had this gif on my phone and I don’t know whether it’s from . . . credit to owner! I think it’s from a deactivated account)

Prompt: Cinderella AU

Summary: You’re the talk of the town after the ball, and Prince Bucky is sparing no effort to find you. Unfortunately, you have been confined to the house, under unusually harsh conditions from Rumlow. When Master Sargent Wilson opens the door to your room, your heart skips a beat as you anticipate what is to come.

Warnings: Fluff, light violence, light angst, Cinderella tropes, and a surprise!!

Other Characters: Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Brock Rumlow

Word Count: 1,796

A week goes by since the ball, and the commotion in the town is centered on the princess in blue that ran out as the clock struck midnight, as according to Rumlow. Rumlow hadn’t suspected you left the property the night of the ball, but regardless, he has been colder and crueler to you in the week since, increasing your workload to be twice as much. While you had been tending to the garden, Rumlow had rushed you inside and locked you in your room in the attic.

“And you stay in here until I tell you to come you,” he spits, slamming the door behind him. Whatever it is sounds like it is important—and therefore lengthy—so you grab your sketchpad to occupy yourself. Moments later, you hear the sound of hooves crunching the gravel of the estate’s pathway.

“Sir Rumlow,” you hear a deep voice say from the window of your tiny room. Rumlow’s brothers aren’t due back for another week. But this doesn’t sound like them. What in the world . . .?

“Master Sargent Wilson,” you hear him greet. What? “What do I owe the pleasure?”

“Prince James is in search of a maiden that he danced with at the ball.”

“I’m very sorry to disappoint the Prince, but there are no maidens that live here.”

“Not even servants? This is quite a large estate.”

“None.”

“Then who cooks?” a new voice says, and you can’t quite place it. “Cleans? Surely, you and your brothers are busy attending to your political matters.”

“Well, we have occasional help, people come and go—.”

“So you do have help?” the voice questions.

“. . . Yes. I suppose.”

“Are any of them here?”

“No, not at the moment.”

“Then who is sitting in that windowsill?” a third asks. The sound of horseshoes make you desperate to look out the window, but you maintain your gaze on your sketchpad. Within minutes, you hear footsteps make their way up the stairs. Standing from your seat, you smooth your dress just as the door opens.

“See, just a poor maid,” Rumlow says. “No princesses.”

“She may not be a princess, but all eligible maidens are decreed to try on the shoe,” Sargent Wilson says.

“It’s impossible, it can’t be her. She was here tending to the house for the duration of the ball.”

“Even if that is true, she still must try it on.”

“(Y/N)—.”

“Silence,” Sargent Wilson orders. “(Y/N), is it?” You nod. “Would you care to come down to the drawing room with me for a moment?”

“Of course,” you say, taking his arm obediently. You walk down the stairs alone, and when you are on the landing of the main floor, the Major Sargent speaks up.

“You know, Bucky hasn’t stopped thinking about you for a second,” he tells you.

“It was just from the dress and the emotions of the night, I’m sure,” you respond.

He smiles. “That’s not what I meant,” he says, stopping to look at you. You’ve just confessed to being at the ball. “Ever since that day in the forest, he’s been determined to find you and get to know you. You really did a number on him.”

You feel a blush burn your cheeks before he gently and reassuringly nudges your elbow. “Go,” he encourages. “He’s in the drawing room.”

You make your way down the last of the steps, only to be met by the younger prince, Steve.

“He’s waiting for you,” he smirks as he opens the door, waving an elegant arm to instruct you to take a right. With a deep breath, you carefully walk into the room and meet a pair of eyes that you could never forget.

“You truly are good at slipping away,” James smiles as the drawing room door softly shuts behind you.

“And you sure are persistent,” you say with a curtsy.

“Paint me a picture,” he asks softly. “Can you tell me what kind footwear you wore to the ball?”

“I believe you know,” you say.

Bucky gives you a gentle smile, slowly moving towards you and closing the gap between your bodies. “Who are you?” he tenderly asks.

“My name is (Y/N),” you say. “I am not a princess. I have no castle, no family. Not a penny to my name. I fall asleep in front of the fireplace on the floor, some nights I work until my hands bleed. I had given up hope until one day in a forest, a handsome stranger complimented my painting. If you inquire what I think you do, would you take me as I am? A girl who broke and is still looking for the pieces?”

“Without hesitation,” he smiles. “Only if you will take me as I am. A man still trying to learn how to be open, trying to figure things out—a man trying to become something that would make his father proud.”

“I suppose you would like me to try on that pair of glass slippers in your hands?” you inquire.

“No,” he says softly. “I don’t need a pair of shoes to tell that you are who my heart has been consumed with.”

You feel your heart skip a beat at his words. James’ eye meet yours as he flashes you a lopsided smile, and you can’t help but reciprocate it as his cerulean eyes look deeply into your soul. His hand takes a hold on your waist, bringing your bodies close. Your lips are moments from touching when a commotion breaks out from outside of the drawing room.

Moving in front of you protectively, Bucky steps forward as the doors burst open and places the glass slippers in your hands.

“Your Highness,” Rumlow says, rushing into the room as Grand Duke Stark and Sargent Wilson move to hold him back. “This girl can’t be who you’re looking for. She’s no princess.”

“Why does she have to be a princess? Where is that requirement written?”

“You’re a prince,” he says as if it was a stupid question. “She’s just a worthless servant.”

“She may be a servant, but she has more love and compassion in her than you do a strand of your hair. Now, Colonel Banner brought it to my attention when sorting through records that you swindled (Y/N)’s parents out of this estate before her birth?” Your eyes move from the back of Bucky’s head to Rumlow, who looks from you to him. “And you’ve kept her here, against her best interest, while making her work the fields, maintain the house, tend to the animals, amongst several other large and significant tasks?” He remains silent.

“That’s what I thought,” Bucky says, moving even closer. “Right. As the prince of this kingdom and heir to the throne, I hereby strip you and your family of all titles of nobility and banish you for the rest of your days. On the other hand, as a man who deeply loves and cares for this woman,” he continues, moving even closer. “This one is for her.” In one fell swoop, Bucky punches Rumlow clean across his face, a distinct crack echoing in the room. Bucky shakes out his hand before turning to face you.

“It was a little bit for me, too,” he confesses.

You’re stunned, but find yourself laughing at Bucky’s sheepish expression.

“Now, that’s very unbecoming of a prince to do,” you laugh, covering your mouth so he can’t see the extent of your smile.

“No one ever said I was traditional royalty,” he grins. “Shall we make our way back to the palace?” Bucky extends his hand toward you as he has done several times before, and you gladly accept his hand.

“Don’t worry,” Prince Steve assures Bucky as we exit the drawing room. “Sam and I can take care of Rumlow.”

Bucky and you walk to his horse outside, and you see your satchel filled with your art supplies and your mother’s dress,—your father’s handkerchief securely in your hair. You carefully put the glass slippers in and secure it, Bucky helping you on his steed.

“Are you ready?” he asks as you wrap your arms around his middle.

“I’m ready,” you say. He clicks and the horse responds willingly, making its way down the gravel pathway, out of the estate, and towards the castle for a happily ever after.

“The end,” you say as you pull the sheets up, comfortably tucking in your daughter.

“Tell me about the wedding!” she giggles.

“It was a beautiful and grand wedding that all the kingdom attended,” Bucky recounts, entering our daughter’s room. “Prince Bucky was happier than he had ever been in his life, and (Y/N) looked like the most beautiful princess to ever walk the earth. They were kind and fair rulers that everyone adored. And a few years later, they had a beautiful little princess of their own who enjoys staying up past her bedtime.”

Daphne giggles, squirming underneath the sheets. Bucky leans over and kisses Daphne’s forehead and turns off the bedside lamp, fixing the sheets as he hands her her stuffed doggie. “Sweet dreams, princess,” he smiles.

“‘Night, Daddy,” she says.

You follow Bucky’s lead and kiss her cheek and smooth out her hair.

“Sleep tight, love bug,” you say, securing her favorite stuffed animal in her arms.

“G’night, Mummy,” she hums, already starting to drift off to dreamland.

“She really loves that story, huh?” Bucky asks, throwing an arm around your shoulder as you walk down the hallway from her room.

“What’s not to love? Daddy is a prince that helps take Mummy from the mean man and they live happily ever after,” you say, resting my head against his shoulder. “I know I love the story.”

“My God, I married such a secret softie,” Bucky teases.

“Shut up, Barnes,” you say, gently elbowing him as you walk into the bedroom. “Plus, when she’s older, she’ll know the truth behind the story and just how heroic her Daddy is. I know I’m grateful for your heroism.”

Bucky softly places a kiss on your lips as you both sit on the bed.

“Paint me a picture, Queen (Y/N),” he says. “How do you feel about expanding our kingdom?”

“Hm,” you hum. “It is quite an enticing offer. But I think it will need to be taken up with the council.”

“They need persuasion?”

“No,” you smirk as you roll into his body. “They just love seeing what King James can come up with. He’s quite a creative ruler, and a generous king.”

Bucky’s laugh vibrates throughout his body as his arms wrap around you, pulling you close to him, his nose brushing your.

“Then I say we call a session right now,” he says, his lips meeting yours as you melt into one.

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[bluebellhairpin]

Love, Hate, or In-between

James Bond AU

Bond!Bucky Barnes X Reader 

A/N: I’m writing for @sunmoonandbucky​‘s 5K writing challenge (congrats on the milestone by the way!), and man oh man, was this one fun! It’s messy, but I loved writing it. - Nemo

Warning(s): Smooching, sexual innuendos, guns/gunshots (It’s a James Bond AU, guys, don’t look so surprised) and, like two bad words

Summary: In the field of spies and villainous masterminds, he’s a key player. Off that field, he’s less so, more like like a playboy - especially to a particular woman, and said woman hates it. With a relationship like theirs, all bets are off as to how long it takes until he can woo her - or until she gets fed up and socks one in his jaw. 

Masterlist  

James Barnes. 

The suave, dangerous, smooth-talking, and all-round sexy, James Barnes. 

Everyone who’d seen him knew exactly who he was, even if they’d never heard his name before. If he were to walk past a stranger, and someone was to approach the stranger afterwards looking for ‘James Barnes’, they’d say it was the man that walked past, or the man they were still focused on. 

He did that to people.

(y/n) (l/n).

Efficient, deadly, stunning, and only slightly less-known.

She spent her days going about cleaning James’ messes, and if the people she dealt with could complain then there was something wrong with the universe. Despite her lack of ability to keep people’s focus, she could keep their attention long enough to get work done. 

She was good at that.

Together, they worked well, but that didn’t mean they got along.

Despite James’ habit of getting in a different woman’s bed every other night, he couldn’t even manage to get on (y/n)’s good side - much thanks to said habit.

Despite (y/n)’s trying ever-so-hard to not be annoyed at James, he always managed to tick her off in just the right way - he always defaulted to his ‘playboy’ demeanor. She hated it when he did that, she knew he could be a lot better. 

Yet again, they’d been paired on a mission. James was rather excited - not that he showed it. (y/n) was hiding her seething hate - but not doing the best job. 

By this point in the night, the both of them were loitering around the bar with drinks in hand, pulling off looking like they were stuck to each others hips enough to ward off half the singles in the room (there was always some people hanging about that didn’t care if others were in a relationship or not, the fact that James was one of them was something (y/n) ignored for tonight). 

“I have no idea why you stick around.” James said, swirling his cocktail around in it’s glass, “I know you loathe me, and all I ever do is do my best to not pull you up against the nearest wall. But I know you wont like that.” 

“That’s exactly why I loathe you,” (y/n) said, smiling into her own glass, “Why I stick around in simple. The profit motive.” 

“You’re being a bit friendly. I think you need water from now on doll.” he said, talking her glass out of reach and beckoning over a bartender.

“I wasn’t finished with that.” she muttered, having pulled his head down alongside hers, fingers tangled harshly in his hair, making it look like she was doing something much less threatening.

“Oh, like it rough do we?” he snickered, pushing her glass back. He caught something flash in her eyes, and it wasn’t anything he was used to. He was so not getting laid tonight. Next thing he knew, she had a tight - and almost painful - grip on his forearm, dragging him close behind her through the crowd to stop in one of the deserted hallways. “Um, ow.” 

She let him go, turning to face him with her arms crossed. She was angry, and if anyone was a hot angry, it was her. The dress she had on didn’t help. Neither did that deep red lipstick that he favored so much. Jesus, the disguise department were not making it easy for him. 

“What’s your problem Barnes?” she said, eyes dark and narrowed. He stuffed his hands in his slacks pockets, leaning on the wall behind him.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” he decided to go for the nonchalant approach. 

“Yes, you do. We’re on a mission, and you can’t stop being- doing- saying- you’re probably even thinking it! It’s disgusting how much you wanna get into someone’s pants! Why do you always do that?” She was very - definitely angry.

She couldn’t understand how hard it was to not want to sleep around. He was a nice person, a bit of a show-off, but still nice. If she was asked who was on her ‘fuck, marry, kill’ list, it was him. Only him. There were times she wanted to sleep with him, and then marry him, and then kill him. Sometimes it was at different times, sometimes it was at the same time. 

Right now, it was them all at the same time.

“Everything was easier before you, I want you to know that.”

“You’re being insufferable, James!” she stood closer, tilting her head up at him, filled with confused rage. “Just answer my damn question, no riddles!” 

“I-...” he started, she saw him shift, moving his eyes from her back to where the party was, then to her again. “It’s a play. A facade. A mask I put on, I guess. It’s safer and easier that way.” 

“What?” she hissed, still irritated, “I swear, you get more incoherent the more you speak.”

“Now, just listen-” James tried to calm her down, being cut off by a series of crashes from the main room, soon followed by screams.

“We’ll finish later,” she said roughly, shoving his shoulder before making her way to the noise, “Now we’re missing the one thing we were sent for.” 

By the time they both reached the doors that lead to the main room, most people had run off, leaving those who remained to cower being tables and statues while gunshots started ringing off the walls as those who held them started demanding money and jewels. 

(y/n) growled under her breath, grabbing her own gun from her thigh and positioning herself somewhere less conspicuous than the doorway. James mirrored her actions, following to sit next to her on their new position on the floor.

“If we make it out of this, I’ll have to take you on a real date.” He said, earning a glare.

“Now isn’t the time, James.” (y/n) scolded, leaning out of their cover to aim a few shots at one of the assailants. 

There were few people in the room that held guns, those who were sickeningly stereotypical ‘bad guys’, and the MI6 duo. Two of said shots landed on their target, and more shots sounded in return, making (y/n) retreat back, and inevitably closer to James. 

“Riddle me this-” he started with a smile. He wouldn’t shut up. 

“James Barnes!-” (y/n) almost yelled, pulling roughly on James’ shirt collar to bring his smug face closer to hers. He could see the freckles and scars from past missions on her face. She could tell see that his eyes had the smallest hints of a darker brown. “I swear if you don’t shut up I’ll make you.” 

James knew it wasn’t the time or the place, considering at least a handful of people were hiding within eyesight nearby. Her threat would most likely end with him being gifted a nicely bruised jaw, cheek, or face in general (it had happened before), but who was he to ever pass up a challenge? 

“Then make me.” he noticed her hand holding the gun clench, and something else flash in her eyes. 

Maybe she would shoot him, after all it would be faster, and she seemed like that kind of person. 

But then she smashed her lips to his, moving surprisingly soft despite the anger still radiating off her in waves. He was stunning into shock, having to process that fact that, no, she wasn’t going to hurt him, and she was kissing him instead. Hell, she even managed to get his mouth open in a french kiss without him knowing to react in turn to her moves. 

Usually he was pretty alert to this stuff. 

She moved her hand from his shirt collar to tug at the back of his slicked back hair, pulling him out of his daze to start recuperating the kiss. But then she pulled away, and he would shamelessly admit he followed her lips with his to try and get it to last a little longer, but she shoved him away again.

“You look like a hot mess Barnes.” She now had on his smug grin, wiping away the smudged lipstick at the corners of her mouth like she’d done it before. James wondered who else besides him she kissed like that. “If you’re good and get this done quickly, you might get more.” 

“So, sweetheart,” he practically purred, trying to wipe away at the red that no doubt stained his lips too, looking at her with half-lidded eyes, “You like my kisses?” 

In that moment, she might have said yes. He looked ravishing, with the lipstick, messed clothes and hair, and flushed cheeks. But no, she had a reputation to protect. She didn’t like him that much. Right? 

“I’d rather you bite me than answer that question.”

“Trust me, that can be arranged.” 

Should I make more parts?

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[awake-dearheart]

Fathoms Below [Prologue]

Series Masterlist

moodboard by @the-southernbelle​

Summary: Following the death of his uncle, King Benjamin, Prince Peter is determined to hunt down the mermaids he thinks are responsible. When his own ship is taken down in a storm and he’s rescued by one of the mermaids he’s sworn to kill, how will his feelings change? And how will this little mermaid feel when she finds out his true intentions toward her kind?

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: A bad storm, drowning, nothing major for this chapter

Word Count: 945

A/N: I CANNOT BELIEVE this is finally here. This fic is my baby and I have poured SO MUCH into it. Thank you to @sunmoonandbucky​ for editing this chapter, and I would be a huge dick if I didn’t thank @marvelxholland​ for dealing with the 1000 messages I’ve sent them about this story.  I really really hope you all like it. If you’d like to be added to the taglist for this story, the Once Upon A Time Collection, or my permanent taglist, just send an ask!

I’ll tell you a tale of the bottomless blue, And it’s hey to the starboard, heave-ho Look out, lad, a mermaid be waiting for you In mysterious fathoms below…

Lightning ripped through the inky black sky as the waves tossed King Benjamin’s ship so hard it might as well have been a toy in the bath. The crew ran frantically back and forth, shouting directions at one another over the loud cracks of thunder. At the helm, Captain James Rhodes struggled to keep the ship on course.

“Come on, now! I haven’t lost a ship yet and I don’t plan to start tonight!” the captain shouted, gripping the wheel as tight as he could. His crew continued to work fervently, fighting against the pelting rain that soaked them through to their bones. Behind the captain, King Benjamin and his advisor, Howard Stark, watched helplessly as the crew fought against the storm. Wave after wave crashed over the railings, sending crew slipping across the deck. Rather than passing over them, this storm seemed to be closing in on all sides, trapping them within.

Rhodes turned to face the king with defeat and desperation in his eyes.

“Your Majesty,” he said. “I’ve done all I can. The storm is just too strong. If the ship goes down while we’re still on board, we’ll all die.”

“What do we do, Captain?” Ben asked.

“We abandon ship,” Rhodes surrendered. “The lifeboats are agile enough that we might stand a chance.” Ben stared at Captain Rhodes and saw the resignation on his face. With a solemn nod, the king conceded.

“Give the order.”

“Abandon ship!” Rhodes screamed, ringing the bell next to him. “All hands to the lifeboats! Quickly men!” At his words, the crew began scrambling to ready the lifeboats. With trained precision, they loaded the boats and lowered them into the raging sea.

“Your Majesty, we have to get you onto one of those boats,” Howard shouted above the roar of the wind. Ben shook his head and gripped the railing in front of him. Thunder cracked again and he pointed to the crew still on deck.

“No! See to it that the crew make it off safely,” he ordered. “I won’t leave until they have!”

“Ben, you’re the king!” Howard pleaded. “I have to keep you safe!”

“Exactly,” Ben yelled. “These people chose to follow me on this voyage. I am their king and I am responsible for every soul on this vessel. I will not leave until they’re all off safely.”

“With all due respect,” Rhodes interrupted. “This is my ship, Your Majesty, and I’ve ordered everyone to abandon. That includes you.” Ben smirked at the young captain as the rain lashed against them.

“Nice try, Captain,” he said, turning back to watch the crew. “I’ll leave when you do.”

Rhodes and Howard exchanged worried glances as the storm’s intensity increased. The lightning and thunder were nearly constant now and waves continued to break over the sides of the ship. The ship bucked hard amongst the waves as the crew lowered the last of the lifeboats, and a rope snapped free from the rigging and flew toward the helm. Howard dove for the king, barely knocking him out of the way before the heavy rope crashed into planks he’d just been standing on. The two men looked at each other, completely stunned until Howard spoke.

“Your Majesty, please,” he yelled as they staggered to their feet. “We have to go!”

“No, not yet!”

Howard grabbed the king by the shoulders and spun him around to look into his eyes. On any other day, he’d be thrown in prison for laying a hand on Ben, but both of them were too lost in their terror to care.

“Ben, you heard Rhodes,” Howard begged. “If we’re still on the ship when she does down, we’ll die. Please, think of your family. Richard and Mary are gone. Peter needs you, just like my son needs me. You and May are all he has left. We have to go!”

Ben started back at the man in front of him. He’d never seen Howard like this, his skin pale and eyes blown wide in horror. Slowly, he nodded. He opened his mouth to speak when the ship gave the most violent lurch of all. Ben and Howard toppled to the floor, and Rhodes staggered backward and tumbled over the far railing.

“James!” Ben screamed. Howard hauled him to his feet and dragged him down the stairs to the main deck. They made their way to the last lifeboat, fighting against the wind and rain. The few crew still on board began to shout something that Ben couldn’t make out as he and Howard clamored into the boat. He looked over the edge of the ship and saw something that made his blood run cold. Flashes of lightning illuminated the water, and Ben saw a giant, dark shape in the water. It was only then that he understood what the men were saying.

“Kraken!” they screamed, over and over. Several men ran to the opposite side of the ship and dove into the water, desperate to escape the beast Ben was seeing. Just as Howard began to lower their boat, the deck of the main ship splintered and cracked in half. Water rushed through the lower decks and the masts broke like toothpicks. Ben watched helplessly as the crew still on board fell into the hole in the center of the ship. He looked over at his friend, who stared back at him with wide, tear-filled eyes.

“I’m so sorry, Howard,” he said, as the ship was slowly dragged beneath the waves.

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[bobgasm]

starring role [scene five]

pairing: bucky barnes x reader word count: 2956 warnings: soft porn, smut, nsfw [18+ only]

summary: in which they get a little carried away filming a sex scene

author’s note: for @sunmoonandbucky​​​​​​‘s 5k constellations challenges

scene four | starring role | scene six

        It had been a couple of weeks since the article was released.  In that time, Albert had come out and taken ownership of what he’d done.  He’d grown a conscience and publicly apologised to Bucky.  He’d hidden the regular glasses at Y/N’s place, and had spiked the punch.  He wanted Bucky to relapse.

        Apparently that kind of behaviour was considered criminal, because the police had arrested him.  Attention had turned away from Bucky in the meantime, which he was grateful for.  To celebrate a moments peace, he’d invited Y/N out for dinner.  They’d had a good time.  They’d talked about past films they’d been in.  The best people they’d worked with.  Favourite spots to vacation.  Family.

        They’d talked for hours.  Laughed at old stories, and grown closer in that time.  At the end of the night Bucky drove her home.  He’d teased her about finally getting that kiss, since their characters had yet to share one, but they would have to in the next couple of days.  It would take away the awkwardness if they got it out of the way, but Y/N had simply laughed.  Making a point to kiss him on the cheek as she said goodnight.

        Filming was going great.  Ever since the article, Y/N and Bucky had grown closer as friends and as co-workers.  For their early morning shoots, they’d wake even earlier to meet up at the gym.  Bucky was hugely into his fitness and kept a strict diet and training schedule, which Y/N respected.  Truthfully, she couldn’t keep up with him even if she tried, but it was nice going to the gym with a buddy.  They pushed each other to complete one more set, even if their bodies felt like jelly and they could collapse at any second.  They encouraged each other to run that extra mile on the treadmill, and spotted each other when they lifted weights.

        They ran their lines for the next scene they were going to shoot while they warmed down.  Getting into character before they showered and made their way to the set for breakfast, and hair and makeup.

        Reed confessed to them during one of the particularly tougher scenes to film that he’d never worked with anyone who had chemistry quite like theirs.  The scene should have normally taken anywhere from 30-50 takes just to get the right one, but Y/N’s performance was heart wrenching.  Bucky’s broken recounting of events, and soft touches to Y/N’s face had brought tears to her eyes.  It was emotionally taxing, and they’d only reshot it a few more times.  Each time the other would say or do something else that earned applause from the crew once Reed called ‘cut’.

        They never let the break between takes drag on.  Both were ready to go again after a minute or two.  Briefly discussing something they could add to the scene, and then wanting to act it out.

        For every on set, it was an honour watching them work.  Their performances mirrored and complimented the other’s spectacularly.

        And on the last take of the day, before the sun had completely set, they only had one shot left before the natural light was gone.  Y/N and Bucky had discussed the scene that came after this one.  The kiss.  The passion.  The wanton desire Andrew would be feeling.  The hesitancy and innocence of Jane’s reaction to his touch.  They only had one take to get it right and the pressure was on.

        Lying on the stretcher, looking worse for wear thanks to hair and makeup, Bucky resembled the broken soldier, Andrew.  The dirt and grime on his face was real, as were the tears that had left tracks down his cheeks.

        He reached up to push some fallen hair back from Jane’s face.  Her usually perfect hair having come loose from it’s ‘do.  Still pinned back, but definitely not professional.  No woman in their right mind would be caught with a hair out of place, but in the middle of a war zone, when the stress and tensions were high, it was natural for hair to come loose.

        “You kept me sane,” he confessed.

        Andrew’s voice and mannerisms are very different to Bucky’s.  He speaks with a slow, slightly southern drawl.  It’s almost slurred, the way some of his words blend together.  The way he uses ‘doll’ as a term of endearment sends her into a frenzy.  He’s just acting.  This is what they do for a living – convince the public who watch their stuff that there’s actual feelings on screen.  

        But sometimes the lines are crossed.  The chemistry mixes and no one can tell where they end and the character begins.  It’s never happened to Y/N before.  She’d always been able to keep her own feelings and her character’s separate.

         There was something about Bucky that had her mind spinning and heart racing.  The butterflies in her stomach were real.  The way she reacted to his touch was real.

         Or was she just that good at her job?

        “Kept thinkin’ ‘bout you, doll,” he told her.  He ran the back of his finger down the length of her face.

        Bucky rattled off Andrew’s charming speech.  About how it was always her he saw when he closed his eyes.  When the pain got too much, he knew she’d be there when he came back.  Once he was rescued.  It was the only salvation he clung onto.

       His performance was convincing, but Y/N was ready to out-perform him.  Wiping his face clean with a wet cloth.  She let his speech hang between them.  The air electric, and then, “I’m nothing special, soldier.”

        “You’re everythin’ special to me, doll,” he replied softly.  They were off script now, but the cameras were still rolling.  Reed wanted to see what they’d say or do.  They knew the characters.  They’d brought them to life.

        He took her chin between his thumb and forefinger.  She closed the gap.  Taking him by surprise.  The innocence of Nurse Jane was tarnished with Y/N’s behaviour.  It was like Bucky could tell the difference, but he slowed it down.  She corrected her own mannerisms accordingly, and just and quickly as she’d found the courage to kiss him, she was pulling away.

        “I’m sorry.”

        She pulled herself together.  Drawing her hands together as she shot up to her feet.  Taking a moment to compose herself and smooth her hands down her uniform.

        “I shouldn’t–that was unprofessional of me.  I–I’ll go and get some more supplies so I can get to work on that arm.”

        They worked through it.  They went back to the script.  She went through the motions of cleaning him up.  Of cutting the shirt off him so she could sterilise the wound on his shoulder.  So she could bandage him up properly, and they could have the kiss they were supposed to.  So it could lead to the scene that followed.  Clothes forgotten about and sweet nothings shared on the floor of the medical tent.

        And it was going perfectly.  They exaggerated the script with their longing gazes and lingering touches.

        The kiss defied all odds.  He whispered, begging her not to pull away, and then he was kissing her.  And she was kissing him.

        And those pesky butterflies were back wreaking havoc in her stomach.  She tried to convince herself it was just acting.  That this was her character’s feelings for his, but it was just some kind of elaborately fabricated lie.  Something she willed into existence because she was afraid of her own feelings.

        The worst part was that she couldn’t tell if he was on the same page or not.  The line between professional and personal almost overlapped.  She enjoyed kissing him far too much.  All of her reactions were genuine, but she put a couple on.  She had to make him believe it was all acting.

        All was going well.  The cameras were still rolling, and they were getting to the scene she knew was going to take more than one run through.  He was meant to be injured, so she treated him delicately.  Straddling him on the cot, his fingers undoing her blouse.  Her modesty falling to the floor with the thin material previously covering her chest.

        Heat scorned her cheeks and blossomed down her chest.  She was embarrassed but she fought the urge to hide herself.  Jane was comfortable with Andrew.  Timid, sure, but confident in her skin.  She knew what she wanted, even if she pulled away from Andrew after initiating the first kiss.  They’d built a history.  They’d need to redo the scene if she covered herself up, and she wasn’t sure that she’d be able to find her mojo again.

        So she pushed through.  Bucky’s performance was something to marvel at.  Jane treated him so delicately, but he kissed her fervently.  He wasn’t afraid to stake claim to what was his.  This was Andrew, she had to remind herself.  Not Bucky.

        But the way he touched her confused her.  Maybe she should have taken Bucky up on his offer to kiss before this scene, so that she knew how to distinguish the two.  So the lines didn’t get blurred.

        And then it happened.  Something she swore she’d never do.  She called him Bucky while the cameras were rolling, and they snapped back to reality.  Reed called cut and she was allowed to cover herself up.  Her hands covering her chest.  She couldn’t even look at Bucky, but she was frozen in place.

       Bucky rested his hands on her exposed thighs.  It was too much for her, and she wanted to bury herself deep in a hole.  He asked loudly if they could get a minute.  Y/N needed some privacy, and lucky enough, they all obliged.

        “I’m mortified,” Y/N said.  She wished she could hide her face in her hands, but then her chest would be on full display again.

        “It happens,” he replied sympathetically.  He slid his hands down to her knees and gave them a squeeze.

        “Not to me!”  She exploded.  “I’m a professional.  I know there’s a difference between the actor and the character.  This doesn’t happen to me.”

        “It’s never happened to you before,” he pieced together, a sly smile spreading across his face.  “That’s why you’re so mortified.”

        “Shut up, you’re not helping.”

        “Should I be honoured?”  He asked.  His voice was teasing and Y/N wanted nothing more than to disappear off the face of the Earth.

        “You should be quiet.”

        His laughter was the exact opposite of what she wanted to hear.  She groaned and slapped his chest, well aware hers was on display again.  She was blatantly aware of his grip tightening as he squeezed her thighs.  His eyes deliberately staying on her face.  Not because he didn’t want to look, but because he wanted to do more than look.

        Y/N was beautiful.  She was also half naked and straddling his waist, and if he didn’t do something soon they’d have an even more awkward situation on their hands.

        “Let’s get ready to run the scene again.”

        He spoke softly because he wasn’t sure of his voice.  Wanting nothing more than to reach up and brush her hair back from her face and draw her head back down to his.  He wanted nothing more than to show her how he kissed.  How he’d kiss her until she was putty in his hands and couldn’t remember her own name, let alone his.

        Bucky cursed himself.  She wasn’t the only one caught up in this mess of emotions.  His own were all over the place.  He wanted to offer to kiss her again, but as Bucky so she didn’t confuse the two.  He knew that was a risk.  That if they actually got their real feelings involved it could get messy, but it could also be nice.  To be with someone even for a little while.

        Y/N nodded her head and swung her leg over his waist.  Feet placed firmly on the ground, she turned around to grab her blouse and sought the coverage it brang.  Buttoning it up in the middle before turning around to face him again.

        He was too scared to say anything of the sort, so he told her he’d tell the crew they were ready.  Giving them a moment alone to cool down before they shot the scene again.  Hair and makeup pulled them aside to touch up their faces and clothes.  Bucky had the ‘dirt’ and ‘grime’ reapplied since he’d cried most of it off and Y/N had cleaned him up.  She had her hair redone and her own makeup touched up.  Lips swiped with a pale red, just dark enough to make it obvious she had something on, but nothing too bold or out there.

        They redid the whole scene.  Jane receiving Andrew and weeping for his injuries.  The pain he’d endured while in the hands of the enemy.  Andrew being his charming self – maybe that was Bucky shining through – and building up to the kiss again.  The followed the script for the most part.  If they liked what they did before, going off-script, they’d cut the scene together in editing.

        The kiss was smouldering.  Y/N reacted the way Jane would – innocently.  Gasping in surprise, and placing her hands on his chest to push him away, but then Bucky whispered those lines again.  Urging her not to pull away as he brushed her hair from her face.  His eyes falling to her lips rather obviously, and then she pulled him closer and they were back to where she messed up before.

        Straddling his waist while she undid her blouse, and his hands found her hips.  Pulling her forward just a little bit, so she wasn’t directly over his crotch.  Her mouth found his again, tentatively kissing him as though he might change his mind.  That was all Jane, Bucky reminded himself.  Y/N had wanted to kiss him before.

        She’d moaned his name.  Not Andrew’s, his.

        He tried to forget there was a room full of people.  Tried to pretend it was just Andrew and Jane alone in the medical tent.  Then Jane reached between then, as directed in the script, and Reed called cut before they could take it any further.

        “Jane is supposed to be timid.  She wouldn’t initiate sex, Y/N,” Reed said.

        “Andrew is wounded.  You really think he can flip her over and fuck her like he does in your perverted dreams?”  Y/N quipped back.  Bucky fought back a smile.

        “They have to work with what they’ve got,” Bucky agreed.  “I personally think Andrew would lose his mind having his girl on top.”

        He shot Y/N a wink that fortunately no one else saw.

        “H-Have some faith in us, Reed,” she told him, well aware that her hands were still on Bucky’s chest rather than covering her own.  “We’ve surprised you a couple times by going off script.  Give us a little more trust, would you?”

        Bucky was inclined to agree.  His gaze falling from her face to her exposed chest, and quickly tearing away to look at the slightly pissed off director.  He struggled to hold back a groan as Y/N shifted slightly, but she heard it.  She inhaled sharply and crossed her arms in front of her.  His eyes closed briefly and his nostrils flared as he inhaled.

        Maybe they would need to have a conversation about their feelings.

        “One shot.  Make me believe it,” Reed said.  “Action!”

        They were both aware of the situation pressed against Y/N’s ass.  Heat tinged Bucky’s face and seared the tips of his ears.  Y/N bent down to kiss him again, trailing soft kisses along his jaw.

        “It happens, right?”  She asked softly.  So softly he wasn’t sure he heard it.  Soft enough that the microphone didn’t pick up on it.  They were both grateful.

        Y/N made it look like they were about to get naked.  Bucky’s heart raced as she continued to move above him.  His hands gripping her hips tightly, so tightly he was going to leave bruises, but Y/N knew why.  He was painfully hard beneath her and here she was grinding her hips against his.  She was just as affected by it as he was.  They were basically dry humping on camera, and they hoped like hell it just looked like they were good actors.  Because this was soft porn and they both knew it.

        Bucky’s hands found her chest.  Y/N arched into his touch and whimpered.  This wasn’t acting.  Not anymore.  They were letting themselves get lost in the feelings.  Bucky’s hips jerked up and he stilled, Y/N rocking gently above him.

        He was so deliriously close to coming it was embarrassing.  So he’d pretended to come instead, and Y/N had thrown her head back as he tweaked her nipples.  A groan falling past her lips before she shuddered and fell forward.  Seeking his lips one last time before Reed called cut and told everyone to wrap up for the day.  He made his way to the two actors.

        “Uh oh,” Y/N said.

        “Uh oh is correct,” Reed said.  He spoke quickly and quietly.  “Either fuck or figure out what’s going on, because we’re not filming a porno.  We’re shooting something different tomorrow.  Follow the script or you’re both out.”

        Y/N snickered a laugh as Reed stormed off, lying down on Bucky’s chest and kissing his neck.

        “Looks like we have to face the music, huh?”  She asked.  “Dinner at my place?  I would promise to keep my clothes on but we haven’t exactly taken many off, have we?”

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[simplybarnes]

The History Of Wrong Guys Masterlist *On Hold*

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky is about to leave for london to follow his soon to be bride with her dream job when he gets a text from his sister about his father’s health and what he needs to do for the company but what happens when his soon to be bride doesn’t like that her man is so caught up with his new job and a certain old friend.

author’s note: for @sunmoonandbucky​​‘s 5k constellations challenge,also it’s basically the kinky boots plot just altered

Twitter Accounts // Meme Dumps

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[throwmyheartawayagain]

A Rose Among the Stars

This is part of my entry for @sunmoonandbucky‘s 5K Constellations Writing Challenge. My prompt was Theater AU, so I decided they were going to put on the stage version of The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry because it really is my absolute favorite book. The second part will be up probably tomorrow. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to post the completed piece on the due date.

A Rose Among the Stars

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Evie (OFC), Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Peter Parker, Natasha Romanoff, Thor Odinson, Clint Barton, Wanda Maximoff, Maria Hill, Pepper Potts, Vision, Nick Fury

Pairing: Bucky/Evie

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 6,300

Act One

“Alright, alright, everyone settle down,” Nick Fury said with a booming voice to get the attention of everyone in the auditorium. “For the 2020 spring production, we are going to be doing a stage version of The Little Prince. For those of you that are not familiar with the book, make yourself familiar.”

“Are there going to be auditions or are you and the director just going to assign parts? Cause the last time you assigned parts, the play sucked and I had a shit role.”

Nick rolled his eyes. “Stark, I can assure you that there will be auditions, however, you just sealed the part you’ll be playing.”

Smiles and quiet giggles were heard as Tony huffed loudly and fell back into his seat.

“For this production, there will be eleven speaking roles and we will also need two people; one for costumes and make-up, and one for props and set design,” Pepper took over talking. “As usual, Fury will be overseeing everything as the theater manager, and unless anyone else wants to direct the production, I will be taking that role.”

A few people sitting in the auditorium seats were quietly talking it over if there should be a different director. After a few minutes when no one spoke up, Pepper finished speaking, “If there isn’t anyone else that would like to take on directing for this, we will get started on handing out the scripts and production notes I’ve collected from other theaters that put this on.”

The rest of the afternoon was spent going over the roles for the play. When it came time to finish up for the day, Nick and Pepper stepped back on stage to address everyone.

“For those of you that wish to have a speaking part, please prepare a three minute monologue from the perspective of the character you wish to do in the play,” Pepper informed the group.

Nick spoke next. “You will have a week to write and memorize it so you are able to perform your monologue next Saturday.”

“What about those of us that don’t want a speaking role?” Evie asked.

“Please see me before you leave today, Evie,” Pepper smiled as she addressed the other woman directly. Turning her attention back to the group, Pepper bid everyone a good afternoon and waited for Evie.

After Evie said bye to everyone that was leaving, she made her way over to Pepper. “So, what can I do for this play, Pepper?”

“You know, Evie, one of these plays I’m going to get you into a speaking role,” Pepper brightly smiled. “It won’t have to be a big role, just something small.”

Evie sighed, “I can’t do that.”

“Some day, I know you’ll be able to do it,” Pepper replied as she gently placed her hand on Evie’s shoulder to give it a small squeeze. “For this play, it will be your choice. You can do either costumes and make-up or prop and set design.”

“Costumes and make-up, please.”

Pepper typed a note into her phone before nodding at Evie’s selection. “Sounds good. I need to get going, so I’ll see you in two weeks since you don’t need to be here next Saturday.”

Evie made her way out to her car and was surprised to see Bucky waiting for her. “Hey, Bucky,” she smiled when she reached her car. “Did you want a ride home?”

He shook his head. “Just wanted to ask you something.”

Evie was curious, what would someone like Bucky, who she had a crush on since the first play they worked on together years ago, want to ask her? Shy, tubby, boring Evie.

She looked at him, still unsure of what he wanted, even if he said he just had a question. “What did you want to ask?”

“Right,” he said as he looked down at his shuffling feet. Finally peeking up between his long bangs, his steely blue eyes shyly looked her in the face. “Were you going to try for a speaking part this time?”

“I, umm,” she paused. Evie couldn’t stop her brain from running away with why Bucky was acting so shy around her. She knew she wasn’t anything special, nothing like Wanda, Natasha, or Maria. They were all so outgoing, brave and beautiful compared to her. “No, I don’t think so.”

“Oh.” He looked down again.

“Bucky?” she called quietly. “Is something wrong?”

Suddenly it was like a switch that went off and he was back to his usual self. “No, nothing is wrong. I was just wondering if you were going to try for a speaking part since this is your favorite book.”

Evie shook her head at the change in Bucky’s demeanor and to indicate she still wasn’t going to try out. “No, no one wants someone like me in a speaking role. I’ll see you in two weeks.”

Without waiting for Bucky’s response, Evie got in her car and went home.

Two weeks had finally passed and Evie was excited to get to the theater early. The cast was going to be announced and she could start taking measurements to go over costume ideas she sketched with Pepper. As soon as she got to the theater and walked in, her mood soured. Evie had stumbled upon a conversation that a couple of people were having.

“Come on, Nat, could you even imagine that happening?”

“What’s wrong with that?” Natasha asked.

“This is Evie we’re talking about! She’s not worth it,” Bucky scoffed.

“Bucky?” Evie whispered to herself. Did he really just say that about her? She was so focused on her thoughts that she didn’t hear Natasha’s comment.

“What other option is there? We have to do something.”

“You’ve never seen the way she gets when she has to do that. It’s not worth it and I’m not having any part in this.” Bucky sighed. “Nat, just forget the entire thing.”

Not wanting to hear anymore, Evie turned to leave. She knew Bucky could never like her the way she liked him, but she didn’t understand his apparent disdain towards her. She wanted to get out of there as soon as she could and on her way out the door, she ran into Pepper.

“Evie! Just the person I was looking for. Walk with me and tell me about the costumes you’ve decided on,” Pepper smiled.

“I, uhh, I’m sorry Pepper,” Evie began. “I was actually on my way back home. I’m not feeling too well this morning.”

“Rough night last night?” Pepper teased.

“No, nothing like that.” Evie shook her head and pulled her sketchbook out of her messenger bag. “Here, this is what I’ve come up with so far and the best part is that I will be able to use costumes that have already been made and will need to alter them just a little.”

Pepper looked through the sketchbook as she thought about what Evie said. “Are you sure you don’t want to make new costumes? Our budget for this has been increased by a generous anonymous donation. Seems like you’re not the only one that loves that book.”

“Aren’t there repairs and renovations that the theater needs more than new costumes?”

“It was donated specifically for costumes. Make of that what you will.” Pepper looked Evie over, trying to figure out what was wrong with her before asking, “Is there any way you can stick it out today to at least get measurements before heading home?”

Evie nodded.

"Good, here is the cast list for you.” Pepper handed Evie a copy of the cast list before walking to the stage to address the group sitting in the audience seats.. Looking it over, she was surprised to see that Bucky got the role of the Tippler. Now she really wanted to go home. There was no way she could face him after that conversation she heard.

Evie knew what was coming next. Pepper was going to call her to the stage to go over what needed to be done for costumes. Evie hated this part. Absolutely detested it and caused her anxiety to shoot for the stars. Public speaking was her worst nightmare and it’s why she nearly failed speech classes in school, why she always stayed behind the scenes, and why she never tried out for a part in any of the plays she’s been part of. Her fear of public speaking was bad enough that she turned into a hyperventilating mess of panic, tears and near hysteria.

Peeking out from behind the stage curtain, Evie looked at everyone that was sitting out there. As her eyes swept the group, she noticed Bucky was looking at her and with a small “eep” she pulled back to hide behind the curtain even more. She had just managed to calm her raging nerves down when Pepper called her.

“I can do this. I can do this. I can do this,” she chanted softly to herself as she walked out. Evie felt everyone’s eyes on her, but there seemed to be one person’s eyes that were burning right through her.

Pepper continued talking once Evie stopped next to her. “Alright, now the moment you’ve been waiting for. Here is the cast list.” After a brief pause while Pepper brought up the cast list on her tablet, she continued, “The part of the Little Prince will be played by Peter. The Narrator, Sam. Wanda, you will be the Rose. Thor, you are the King. Tony, you have the role of the Conceited Man. Bucky, you are the Tippler. Clint, the Businessman. Maria, the Lamplighter. Vis, the Geographer. Steve, you are the Fox. And Natasha, you are the Snake.”

Evie looked over at Bruce, who was silently sitting next to Tony, with a questioning look. He just shook his head and looked down almost as if he knew what she was thinking. Natasha picked up on the small exchange and decided to ask about it.

“Pepper?” Nat tried to get the other woman’s attention. Pepper looked at Nat and waited for her to continue. “Who will be doing the set and prop work if Bucky isn’t?”

“That would be Bruce.” No other explanation was given and Pepper moved on. “Now that the cast has been announced, Evie will be taking measurements for costumes. While she is doing that, we are going to be doing a read through of the script. For those of you that are familiar with the book, you probably noticed the stage play version is different. No, we are not making any changes to the script to be like the book. Evie, you’re up.”

Evie knew what she had to say, but her hands were uncontrollably shaking and she could feel her legs turn weak. “Th-th-thank you, Pepper,” she managed to stutter out. “Since I have most of your measurements from past productions, this should go quickly. Umm, who wants to go first?”

Looking out into the faces of the cast again, she saw a look of disgust, then a smirk on Natasha’s face before she spoke up, “I’ll go first.”

Evie’s mind turned to television static. No matter what she did, Nat was never pleased or thankful of the work that Evie did on her costumes.

With a sad sigh, Evie met Natash at the bottom of the stage stairs that lead out to the audience seats. Pulling a tape measure from her pocket, she started taking the measurements she knew were needed for the snake costume.

"How come you didn't try out for a part?"

"I don't like being on the stage in front of people," Evie answered while writing down the last measurement on the page with the snake costume sketch. "That should do it. Thank you, Natasha."

"Huh. I would've thought that with The Little Prince being your favorite book, you would have gone for a part. Then again, not everyone is cut out for being on the stage," Nat said as she watched for a reaction from Evie. She quickly realized she wasn't going to get one, so she tried again. “What do you think about working with Bruce instead of Bucky this time?”

“I’m looking forward to it, Bruce is such a kind person.”

Natasha wasn’t sure if Evie knew that she was purposely trying to provoke her or if she was just that dense. With an arrogant huff, Nat walked back to her seat.

Evie knew exactly what Natasha was trying to do. She knew that Evie liked Bucky and at every opportunity Nat had, she teased Evie about it.

By the time the intermission came up in the script, Evie had gotten nearly all of the cast done with Peter, Sam, and Bucky being left. The first two since they had the most lines and she didn't want to interrupt the read through. Leaving Bucky last because his measurements would take a little longer since it was his first role in a production. 

After Peter and Sam were done, they went back to the group to finish the read through and Bucky made his way over to Evie. There was almost a shy smile gracing his lips as he greeted her. “So, how does this work?” Bucky asked.

“It’s pretty simple, you just stand here and I measure you,” Evie replied while getting the tape measure ready. “Please stand up as straight as you can.”

By the time she was ready to measure his waist, hips, inseam, and thighs, she was blushing so hard she resembled a tomato. They were the last things she needed measurements for and as soon as she was done, she was leaving. There was no way she’d be able to face him after having to stick her face so close to his groin and remembering that conversation she heard earlier certainly wasn’t making the task at hand any easier for her. 

In her haste to finish as quickly as she could, Evie’s hand innocently brushed against him and she didn’t even realize what she had done. Bucky on the other hand took a sharp breath in as he felt her hand. His eyes shot down to watch her, but he realized that would not help him concentrate on getting things under control. Seeing her reach around and between his legs to get the measurements were doing things to him. 

Evie looked down, trying to avoid his eyes as she stood up. “You’re all done. Thank you for being so patient, I appreciate it.”

“What happens next?” Bucky asked.

“I turn into a hermit after work each night for the next couple of weeks to get the costumes ready for first fittings, then I’ll bring them in and see what needs to be done as well as go over character makeup. Then a week or two later, I’ll bring them in for final fittings.”

“Are you going to be at rehearsals?”

Evie shook her head. “I’ll be at some, but not as many as I usually am. Pepper wants all new costumes because someone made a donation specifically for them for this play.”

Again, Evie was too stuck in her head dealing with her anxious nerves to notice the sadness that replaced Bucky’s calm facial expression. “Oh. Well, I guess I’ll see you the next time you’re here.”

“Yeah, I’ll see you around,” she replied as relief flooded her. She could finally leave.

After Evie got home, she drew a hot bath to loosen her muscles that tensed up because of the anxiety. While she was soaking in the hot water with lavender and vanilla scented bubbles, she was on her phone, debating if she should try a dating app. Figuring it was a good way to get over Bucky, Evie finally picked one and downloaded it. Username decided, profile completed with what she felt comfortable sharing, and a picture she thought she looked okay enough in to include. Setting her phone aside, she picked up the book she was reading and got lost in the world of the Blackwoods and the mystery that surrounds the family of two sisters, their uncle, and a money hungry cousin that comes to visit.

Evie didn’t realize how long she had been in the tub until her phone beeped with a notification. Setting the book aside, she picked up her phone again to see what caused the beep. “Wow, that was fast,” she said to herself as she opened the dating app.

Someone liked her profile and sent a message introducing himself. Hi, my name is Michael. Would you like to talk more?

Feeling like she had nothing to lose by talking to him, she responded. After a while, he asked for her phone number to text instead of message through the app and that made Evie a little nervous, but she still agreed to share her number. While waiting for him to text, she opened the drain in the tub so she could shower off and wash her hair. 

In the middle of washing her face, her phone beeped so she hurried to finish and get out to see what Michael said.

Hey, it’s Michael. Do you happen to have a selfie?

She responded that she had one somewhere, but was apprehensive about sharing and more photos of herself until they talked a little more. Evie was sure he’d stop talking to her after that, but he surprised her and said he didn’t mind waiting. 

For the rest of the evening, Evie and Michael chatted about anything and everything that crossed their minds, however she couldn’t shake the weird feeling she had in her gut. When she was ready to go to bed, she bid him good night and went to sleep.

Sunday rolled around and she didn’t get up until almost ten in the morning. It was her sleep in day, and she was glad for it. Grabbing her phone from the window sill, she saw a few texts from Michael and decided to look at those first. He wanted to know if he could call her. Evie responded back that she wasn’t one to really talk on the phone because her job required her to be on the phone all day. Being a switchboard operator for a hospital certainly had its ups and downs, and the main down was being stuck at her desk all day aside from scheduled breaks and lunch.

Michael seemed to be understanding of that and again said he didn’t mind waiting. They continued to text and Evie checked the other notifications she had on her phone. A couple of emails to her personal address, one to her work email that could wait until Monday when she was back in the office. Some notifications for the various games she played on her phone, and finally she saw one for Facebook so she opened the app to see what it was.

“Uugghhhh,” she groaned into her pillow. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Nooo!”

Hitting ‘Decline’ on the call, she went back to the text conversation she was having with Michael.

E: I see you found me on Facebook, cause that’s not creepy at all

M: Sorry, you’re just really beautiful and I wanted see more pictures of you

E: Hardly, and flattery will get you nowhere with me

M: Noted can I call you?

Suddenly her phone was ringing before she could respond to his text and she was horrified to see that he was calling her, so she declined the call and got out of bed to get ready for the rest of her day.

Her phone rang again and she declined the call again.

E: Sorry I didn’t answer your calls. I don’t like talking on the phone unless I absolutely have to. My job ruined it for me.

M: Understandable I couldn’t get enough of your sexy voice got me hooked

E: What?! You only got my voicemail greeting and that is hardly sexy at all, lol

M: Haha I disagree

E: You know, you could at least leave a message when you call, lol

M: Lol I like teasing you

E: I see

M: Is it working?

E: No, not really. I don’t like being teased.

M: That’s how it starts

E: Right, teasing someone who doesn’t like it is how it starts? What if I were to call you, would you pick up or let it go to voicemail?

M: Pick up

E: I’ll be sure to not call then

Evie hoped he would get the hint after her last text. It didn’t work, he sent back a string of laughing emojis. Instead of responding to Michael, she went to each something since she slept through breakfast and it was nearing lunch time.

While waiting for her pasta to finish boiling on the stove, her phone started ringing. “Fucking hell,” she grumbled as she sent it straight to voicemail. Like before, there was no message left from Michael.

Her pasta was finally done, so she drained it and scooped some into a bowl and put butter on it. While the butter was melting all over her pasta, she put the rest in some small containers so she’d have lunch for a few days at work. Picking up her bowl and a fork, she went to her couch and sat down to continue watching the latest show she was binging on Netflix. A couple episodes deep into her binge, her phone beeped again and she looked to see a text from Michael.

M: How are you sexy?

E: A little annoyed that you keep calling after I told you I don’t like talking on the phone. Also a little grumpy too

M: Is your hair long?

E:Not as long as it used to be. What does that have to do with anything?

M: Nothing I guess just wondering.

Evie didn’t respond and went back to watching her show. Another couple of episodes later, Michael sent another text.

M: So you going to be free to talk on the phone later sexy

How did he not get the hint she wasn’t going to talk to him on the phone. Apparently declining his call every time and telling him it made her uncomfortable was not enough. Evie ignored him for the next two days and she had a lot of work to do on the costumes for the play

By the time Wednesday arrived, Evie was hopeful that Michael finally copped a clue and wouldn’t text or call her number anymore. Around nine that morning, Michael sent a text.

M: Hello how are you sexy

E: I’ve been better. Work is annoying right now.

M: We should meet up sometime

That was a big fat “no” in her book. Michael’s last text sent Evie into a near panic attack. “Why can’t I be normal?” she quietly asked herself while concentrating on getting her breathing back down.

“Normal’s overrated. I thought you knew that,” Anna, Evie’s coworker, said from next to her. “What’d Bucky do now?”

“Why do you always assume it’s Bucky’s fault? He has nothing to do with this, and I’m over him anyway.”

“Right, you’re over Bucky like I’m not obsessed with glitter,” Anna retorted.

“That’s a fucking lie and you know it.”

“So, what happened this time? Who do I have to beat up to protect my work wife?”

Evie told Anna the entire thing, starting with the conversation she heard Saturday morning. After she was done, Anna pulled out her phone and was scrolling through something. “Are my issues that petty and boring to you that your phone is more interesting?”

“Fuck no, I’m going to order you a taser off Amazon!”

“Anna, no! I’ll end up zapping myself. I don’t need a taser.”

“Come on Evie, what if this Michael guy shows up and tries to abduct you? You have to be ready and prepared,” Anna reasoned.

“He’s creepy, but I doubt he’d actually show up and try to abduct me or something. You’ve been watching too many crime shows.” Evie shook her head.

“Have you even looked up his record on the state’s circuit court access site?” Anna asked.

“No, I haven’t.”

“I’ll do it for you then, what’s his last name?” Anna sat down at her computer and pulled the website up.

“Umm, I don’t know?” Evie shrugged. “Look, you don’t need to do this. I’m going to send him one last text to ask that he not contact me anymore, then I’ll block his number from my phone.”

“If you say so, but I’m still looking up his record and getting you something to protect yourself with.”

“I don’t want a taser.”

“But this one is really cute! It looks like a tube of lipstick!”

“No! I don’t care what the hell it looks like, I’m not getting a goddamn taser!” Evie argued.

“What about pepper spray?”

“Fine.” Evie was done arguing over this. “And I’ll look him up myself.”

“Fine!” Anna laughed, she really had to have the last word.

With a roll of her eyes, Evie turned back to her computer and looked up Michael’s record. And boy was she glad she did, because there was a domestic abuse case under his name, along with a restraining order against him. She also noted his address and shivered when she realized he lived close to the community theater. “Fuck.”

“What’d you find out?” Anna asked.

“He’s got a domestic and restraining order against him. He also lives near the theater.”

“Aren’t you glad you looked it up now? Is there any way he could find your information on there?”

“I’ve still got a speeding ticket listed. That’s got my address and license plates,” Evie replied.

“A taser would really be better than pepper spray.”

“And then there will be a news story about an idiot woman who zapped herself instead of her assailant out there. I don’t think so, Anna. If I have to have something, pepper spray is it.” Evie took a deep breath. “But don’t be surprised if I manage to spray myself.”

Anna laughed. “I don’t think you’ll spray yourself. You’re more coordinated than you are giving yourself credit for.”

Evie finally decided what to say in her last text to Michael and she hoped he would leave her alone after she sent it.

E: I would rather not meet up with you, it’s not something I’m comfortable doing. Please stop texting me and calling my phone number. Thank you.

M: Ok sorry

“Well, that was easy. Maybe I was freaking out over nothing,” Evie commented when she got Michael’s response.

“I’m still getting you pepper spray.”

“Shut up, Anna.”

The rest of the week passed with no more texts or calls from Michael, and Evie was relieved. She also swore off any and all dating apps since her first interaction left such a bad impression on her. She figured she wouldn’t have any further distractions from getting the costumes done for the play. However, by the following Monday, there was a small canister of pepper spray sitting on her desk. 

As more time passed, Evie was nearly finished with the costumes and it was time to take them in for the first fitting. All eleven costumes were secured in garment bags and she lugged them out to her car.

After parking right by the stage doors, Evie sent Pepper a text letting her know that she needed the stage doors opened. Expecting to see Pepper opening the doors, she was surprised to see Bucky and Steve.

“Hi, Evie!” Steve smiled brightly. “Do you need any help bringing the costumes in?”

“Oh, yeah,” she responded. “Carrying them all at once was kinda heavy.”

“Just pass them to Buck and I and we’ll put them on the rack right away,” Steve said.

It didn’t take long at all for the costumes to make it to the rack and Steve took the rack over to the dressing area backstage while Bucky waited for Evie to park her car.

“I can’t wait to see the costumes,” Bucky said. “You always do such an amazing job with them.”

“Thank you,” Evie looked up at him, a light blush spreading over her nose and cheeks.

“Barnes!” Fury shouted down the short hallway. “You’re up!”

“I guess I’ll see you in a bit, then.” He was back to being shy around her.

“Okay.” Evie stood there a little dazed. Was she reading too much into the interaction again? Was he really being shy around her like that Saturday in the park lot all those weeks ago?

Shaking her head, Evie made her way down to the dressing area and began taking the costumes out of the garment bags. Since Tony had just finished his scene with Peter, he came strolling into the area for his first fitting. Soon after the rest of the cast had been through their fittings and the only two left were Natasha and Bucky.

“He’s only like that with you,” Nat said as Evie moved some pins around to pull the fabric tighter to Nat’s body, trying to seem like she was concentrating on getting the material just right.

“Who?”

“Bucky, you can’t tell me you don’t notice it.”

“Honestly, Natasha, I really don’t.” Evie feigned. “I don’t notice a lot when I have stuff to get done here.”

“You’re a terrible liar. I can see how much you like him when you look at him, and you do notice how he gets quiet around you. It’s certainly not because he doesn’t like you.”

“I don’t know why you’re telling me this, I’m so far out of his orbit that I don’t even register as more than an acquaintance to him.” Evie took a step back to look the costume over one more time while Nat was wearing it. “Does the costume fit well? Not too tight or too loose in any areas? Can you move around well in it?”

Nat sighed, Evie was avoiding it. “Yeah, it fits fine. Can I take this off now? I don’t want to get stuck with a pin.”

Evie nodded and Nat walked behind the dressing screen that was set up for the fittings. Nat emerged a few minutes later and handed Evie the costume. “Thank you. I should have the alterations done by next Saturday so you can start wearing it for rehearsals if you want. Pepper mentioned she wants full dress rehearsals the week leading up to opening night.”

“Thanks, but I don’t think I’ll need the extra time.”

“You are literally slithering along the floor of the stage like a snake, are you sure?” Evie questioned. “What if something happens with the costume? There won’t be a lot of time to fix it once dress rehearsals start.”

“Positive, and I don’t need someone like you worrying about it,” Nat snapped. “It will be fine.”

Evie stood there with wide eyes watching Nat walk away. All she could think about was what in the world had she ever done to upset Nat, and Evie again found herself wondering about the attitude she was given. Coming to the conclusion that she must just be that unpleasant to be around, Evie hurried and got Bucky’s Tippler costume ready for him to try on. 

Bucky entered the area with a large smile on his face. He took one look at Evie and the smile fell, quickly replaced with a deep set frown. She noticed the frown and she became more desperate to hurry the fitting up so she could get out of there.

“Here’s the costume, please change into it,” she instructed in a monotone voice before turning to her sketchbook to write down the notes from Nat’s fitting.

Knowing that Nat had her fitting right before him, he sent her a text asking what happened. Just as he was finishing with getting the costume on, Nat responded with three words. She likes you.

That was good news for him, but Bucky couldn’t understand why Evie was acting like she wanted nothing to do with him. Something else must have happened that Nat wasn’t telling him. Plastering a smile on his face, he walked out to stand in front of Evie and waited for her to start marking where things needed altering.

It didn’t take long for Evie to mark where the alterations needed to be done. There wasn’t much that needed altering in the first place. “You’re all done for now, Bucky. Just hang the costume on the hanger and I’ll get it in a little bit.”

“Is there anything wrong?” Bucky asked after he changed back into his clothes. “Did something happen?”

“No, I’m fine. Just want to get back home to get started on the alterations. Full dress rehearsal is in two weeks. I want to make sure I get it all done in time.”

“You know,” he began, “if there ever is something that’s bothering you, you know you can talk to me, right?”

“Thank you for the offer, Bucky, but I’m okay. Just anxious to get home.”

“Can I have your phone for a minute?” he requested.

“I’m sorry, what?” 

“You’re phone, you just have to open it to a new text,” he finished while holding his hand out, palm up for her to put her phone there.

She was wary, why did he want her phone? “Don’t you already have my number? I know Pepper handed out a sheet with everyone’s contact information on it.”

“Evie, that was years ago. I’ve had to change my number since then and I never got a new sheet from Pepper, so no, I don’t have your number anymore.”

Whether he was being truthful or not, she wasn’t going to hand over her phone. Because of Michael, Evie didn’t want to give her phone number to anyone. Besides, she really didn’t want to give him her number when he thought so lowly of her, that she wasn’t worth it. The words he spoke still stung. Tucking her phone into the side pocket of her leggings, she skirted around Bucky to get the costume he left behind the dressing screen.

“I’m sorry, Bucky, but I’m not one to give my phone number out to people who think I’m not worth it,” Evie said before leaving Bucky standing there completely dumbfounded. 

“What the fuck just happened?” he asked himself.

Sam walked into the area with Steve, “Hey, Bucky! We’re going out for a bite to eat, did you want to join us?”

When he didn’t answer, Sam asked again. “Bucky! Food, you in or not?”

“Not worth it? How the fuck does she think she’s not worth it?” Bucky ran out of the dressing area to find Evie. Steve and Sam followed.

The last place he looked for her was the parking lot. Bucky nearly bowled Peter over as he yanked the door open and ran out. Realizing it was Peter, Bucky asked if he had seen Evie.

“She just left, I helped take the costumes out to her car,” Peter replied.

“Damn it.” Bucky growled, then sighed. “Thanks Peter.”

If anyone was surprised at the situation, it was Steve. He knew that Bucky had feelings for Evie, and he was also under the impression that Bucky had talked to Evie about them. At least that’s what the plan had been that afternoon. Turning to Sam, Steve said, “I’ll catch up with you guys at the diner. I want to make sure that Bucky’s okay.”

Sam nodded, then turned his attention to Peter as he practically dragged the poor kid back into the building. “Hey, Petey! Let’s go get some food. The rest of the cast is going to that diner a couple of blocks over.”

“Buck?” Steve asked. “What happened?”

“I asked for her number and she said she doesn’t give her number to people who don’t think she’s worth it. What the fuck does that even mean?” Bucky looked at Steve with such a crestfallen and dejected look maring his features.

“She’s not worth what? Did you ever tell her she wasn’t worth anything?”

“Yes, Steve. Every time I see her, I make sure to tell her she’s not worth it,” Bucky deadpanned. “Why the hell would I do that?! I don’t think I’m worthy of her!”

“So you’ve told me. Many times, might I add.” Steve was silent while he tried to think of something that might have happened for Evie to think that. “Is it possible she overheard you saying something like that and took it out of context?”

“Maybe, but it’s still not something I’d throw around casually while talking about her.” Suddenly it dawned on him. “Fuck, I’m such an idiot!”

Steve waited for his best friend to explain. When Bucky didn’t continue, Steve prompted him. “Go on, feel free to tell me why you’re such an idiot.”

“A couple weeks ago, Nat caught me in the hall and was trying to figure out why Evie never tried out for roles in the plays. I told her it was something Evie wasn’t comfortable doing. Nat’s got it in her head that Evie has to have a speaking role, and I don’t know why. Why is that something that Nat even cares about?”

“So, how did Evie get that she wasn’t worthy from that?” Steve asked.

“Nat kept going on about a plan to get Evie into a speaking role, and you know how relentless Nat can get. I tried to talk her out of it, and told her that Evie wasn’t worth it, as in not worth the trouble Nat was going to to force Evie into a speaking role. She must have heard that part and of course, without hearing the rest of that conversation it would sound like I didn’t think she was worth it.”

“Well, you really messed it up this time, Jerk.”

“Sure did, Punk.”

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The-omni-princess Bucky Barnes Masterlist

James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes

Updated: 4/12/20

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Newest works on top * is smut (18+ only) and + is a fan favorite

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Series ——-

Winter Storm (OC Story, Demigod!AU) (Coming Eventually) *

Series Summary:

Yakovlevna Anastasia Volkov grew up in the better streets of Brooklyn, dancing along to her father’s music, knowing she was different. The Daughter of Aphrodite, with uncontrollable powers over ice, and a pension for trouble. When she meets a cute Brunett and his skinny blonde friend in 1935 outside her ballet studio, her life gets tossed into a series of fortunate events, until things take a dark turn in 1945.

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Blood Bound (Vampire!Bucky x Witch!Reader, Supernatural AU!)

(On Hiatus)*

Series Summary: Vampires and witches have been known enemies since the dark ages. Backstabbing, secrets, and magic turned supernatural brethren again each other. As a natural-born witch, you grew up on these stories, your own monsters under your bed. What happens when one of those sworn enemies claims that you are his blood mate, the vampire equivalent of a true mate? Will you give in to this man out of time? Or destroy him for the sake of your Coven?

*(Smut chapters are clearly marked)

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Tangled Up (College Social Media AU!) (Complete) +

Series Summary: You and Bucky show up to the same costume party accidentally wearing a couple’s costume. The problem? People think you came together.

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Frozen Heart  (Modern Royalty!AU) (Complete) *+

Series Summary: After the war against Hydra, King Bucky comes home to take what has been promised to him since he was young, you. But he is not the same person as the young boy that you grew up with. Can she break through his tough shell and bring back the young man she once fell in love with? Or will she be forced to marry the monster everyone thinks he’s become?

*(Smut Chapters are clearly marked)

Overall Word Count: 55.8K

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Something Wild Calls You Home (Fae King!Bucky x reader) 

Summary: For @buckysknifecollection ‘s #buckysknifecollectionchallenge and @brooklyn-boy ‘s #Floriographywritingchallenge

When you meet the Fae King he makes a deal with you as you uncover secrets of your childhood.

Based partially off of this song Something Wild by Lindsey Sterling

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Spiced Cinnamon (Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader) (Smutty but not full on smut)*+

Summary: For Asadmarveltrashbag ‘s #sarahs3kWC

Bucky accidentally triggers your heat

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Wait for Me (I’m coming) (Winter Soldier!Reader)

Summary: For sunmoonandbucky’s #5kconstellationswc

One last mission. One more death.

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Guarded Crown (Knight!Bucky x Princess!reader)

Summary: For bucky-smiles‘s Secret Santa 2019

Your knight tries to protect you

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Fleece Navidad (Doctor AU)

Summary: For mypassionsarenysins‘s 1k Writing Challenge, a Doctor!Latina!Reader x Biker!Bucky

Your residential frequent flyer has a good reason for wanting to stop by to see you – again.

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Beauty and the Beast (Soulmate!AU) (Sequel to Sleeping Beauty)

Summary: For bitchassbucky ‘s #abitchassholiday writing challenge

You wake up the day after drunkenly meeting your soulmate.

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Sleeping Beauty (Soulmate!AU) +

Summary: For @geosaurusrrex ‘s 2k milestone writing challenge

No one can wake up Bucky from Cryo… well, except theoretically his Soulmate.

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All Yours

Summary: For @writingsoftheloser ’s  1.5K Flowers Writing Challenge

It’s simple really. You have a secret, and there’s an infamous Stark party. What could go wrong?

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Burnt (Firefighter!AU) +

Summary: For @sunmoonandbucky‘s 1.5K writing challenge

Another late night at the firehouse is interrupted when dispatch calls out a very familiar address.

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My Sargent *

Summary: Bucky comes home after a mission with weeks of having no contact with you. (18+ Only)

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Electric Touch *

Summary: With everyone else in the compound gone on a mission, it’s up to you to help Bucky wake up from a nightmare. (18+ Only)

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Silver and Gold (Soulmate!AU) 

Summary: The first words spoken to you by your soulmate are written on your wrist. What happens when two super soldiers say the same thing at the same time?

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Inked Wrists (Soulmate!AU)

Summary: For @buckygrantbarnes ‘s writing challenge

In a world where the first words spoken to you by your soulmate are written on your wrist, what are you supposed to do when yours simply says “hey?”

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Ambushed

Summary:  For @buckygrantbarnes ‘s writing challenge

When a mission turns sour, you almost sacrifice your life to save Bucky. Both of you soon realize that you both might have feelings for each other.

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Toys and Flowers

Summary: For @sunmoonandbucky‘s 1.5K writing challenge

Insecurities and some badly written jokes can hurt, especially when they come from family. (Intrusive thoughts TW) (Angst with a fluffy ending)

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Hunted

Summary: For Selene’s 1K writing challenge

“I think I like you.” “Couldn’t you say this before you shot me?”

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Drabbles:

(that I remembered to add)

Small Reader w/Drunk Bucky

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Wakanda!Bucky/Reader w/Goats

 For notyetneedcoffee​ ‘s #NeedCoffees2k

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Accidental Morning Confessions

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[peterman-spideyparker]

Paint Me a Picture (Prince!Bucky x Cinderella!Reader AU) 1/5

Author’s Note: Hey everyone! To celebrate the wonderful and amazing @sunmoonandbucky​ hitting 5k followers!!! I got to take one of my favorite AU’s/tropes from the list, so I hope everyone enjoys! My hope is that I can post every Tuesday for this, but where my classes go so long in the day it might be hard. Alas, they will all be posted!! Congrats again, Hann, on the milestone!! :)

Prompt: Cinderella AU

Summary: Working a large estate single-handedly can be draining. Wish verbally and emotionally lords to serve, you do everything you can to keep a smile on your face. Things are made easier with your best friend, Wanda, but that doesn’t change the reality you find yourself in.

Warnings: Fluff, some shouting, Cinderella tropes

Other Characters: Brock Rumlow, Wanda Maximoff

Word Count: 1,127

You wake up with a start when you hear the bells in the kitchens chime, torn from your pleasant dream. Moving up off of the cold, hard ground, you wipe off anything that could be on your dress. Restarting the barely-there fire, you quickly move to get the breakfast tray ready for Rumlow before you make your way out to the back of the house to collect eggs, milk, and fruits from the ground. Once breakfast is quickly finished, you carefully put it on the tray and walk swiftly through the house, knowing that if the slightest of detail is out of place, your day will not go pleasantly.

“You’re late,” Rumlow says as you carefully enter his room.

“I apologize,” you say, carefully avoiding his cat, Hydra, that for whatever reason hates every fiber of your being. “The chickens—.”

“I don’t care,” he says with a wave of his hand. “Today, in addition to—. What the hell?”

“Sir?” you ask, secretly terrified as to where this conversation is heading. Usually, Rumlow waits until around noontime to use his current tone of displeasure.

“You’re filthy!” he says, giving me a disgusted look. “Covered in—I don’t even know. You’re getting it all over my carpet!”

You glance down at your dress and notice it covered in soot and cinders from the fire that you slept in front of.

“I—.”

“Get out!” he snarls.

You bow your head and quickly leave, moving through the kitchen to grab a pail and collect water from the well outside. As you lower the pail on the rope, you look over the vast expanse of land—far too large for one person to care after. Granted, it is easier to do with Rumlow’s brothers abroad doing business, and therefore Sir Brock Rumlow is the only one that requires any assistance, but when the others are back, it does get quite difficult. Letting out a heavy sigh, you let your mind wander to a time when the property was buzzing with life, when there were more workers, and when you still had your parents.

“(Y/N)!” you hear a voice call. You look over your shoulder and see your friend, Wanda, waving over the rock wall. You raise a finger, signaling her to wait as you pull the pail back up and bring it into the kitchen. Quickly popping into the house, you carefully approach Rulmow’s study.

“Sir?” you say quietly.

“What?” he snaps.

“I wanted to make you aware that I have to run to the market in order to get herbs and other fixings for—.”

“Yeah, whatever. Just hurry back, will you? I don’t pay you to do things off the property.”

You don’t pay me at all. “Yes, sir,” you say.

“And shake off that dress! I can’t have my name and my house associated with that filth, you . . . Cinderella!”

“Of course, sir.” With nothing more than that, you quickly leave his study, making sure that you are out of earshot before you scurry through the house to go meet Wanda.

“That was uncharacteristically quick,” she chuckles as she embraces you.

“Yes, it was,” you laugh. “Rumlow isn’t too thrilled with me this morning. He used his noontime voice.”

“At seven in the morning?”

“Yes. I’ve also been given a new nickname.”

“Oh? A change from the usual or total replacement?”

“I”m not sure yet. It depends on how well ‘Cinderella’ sticks.”

Wanda rolls her eyes. “The things that man comes up with.”

“The thing is, I can’t get all these cinders out of my dress with a proper wash. I was just so exhausted after that political gathering he hosted last night, I sat down in front of the fire to warm up and rest my feet and fell asleep in front of the fire after I finished the dishes. Trust me, I woke up much worse than you see me now.”

“Here,” Wanda says, handing me a full apron to cover the grime on my dress.

“Wan, I can’t,” you say, but she’s already tying it around your body.

“Too bad,” she smiles. “Now, I say we go to that produce stand first. You know the one with the cute vendor.”

You smile, doing your best to suppress your laughter, throwing your arm around her shoulders. “Oh, Wanda, I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“You have everything you need?” you ask Wanda as she adjusts the herbs in a small burlap pouch.

“Everything and more,” she says, pulling a large wrapped gift from her larger satchel. “Happy birthday!”

“Wanda, no. I can’t,” you say as you shake your head.

“But you can,” she smiles, placing the gift in your hands. “I know you get nothing from them. Plus, this is an important birthday.”

“This isn’t a milestone birthday in the slightest.”

“But it’s important because it’s you. Now open this. Please.”

You give her a playful smirk and open the packaging. You almost drop it when you see what’s really underneath.

“Wanda . . .” you say breathlessly. “This is too much. I know the price of this. I—.”

“If you say you can’t accept them, I’ll hit you with them,” she states. “You’ve had those old paints in your satchel forever. I’ve literally seen you scrape for color. These are good quality and will last you a long time. Please take them as a birthday gift from one friend from another.”

You carefully place the box of tubes in your bag before you embrace her in a large hug. “Thank you so much,” you tell her. “It’s going to take me a long while to give you a gift as great as this, but—.”

“You don’t need to get me any gift at all.”

“Yes I do, and if you protest, I will hit you with the paints,” you tease.

“Fine,” she playfully sighs in resignation. “I know when you have your mind set to something, you don’t let it go.”

“That’s why you’re my best friend,” you say, throwing your arm around her as you did when you were leaving Rumlow’s estate. “Any luck with that vendor? What was is name again?”

She elbows you in the side as you walk out of the town. “Vision, and yes,” she admits. “He’ll be over for dinner tonight.”

“Of course he is! You’re absolutely enchanting. I don’t know how your family hasn’t found you a husband yet.”

“I’m picky, but not any more than you.”

“Like a single suitor has looked my way. Rumlow barely lets me get out and there’s no way he’d let me leave, let alone pay a dowry for me to get married. It’s wishful thinking and it’s nice to be hopeful, but fairytales don’t work in real life as they do books.”

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