#boyband!bucky barnes | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

mochie85 · 1 year

Note

I have a request if you want to do it, basically a kinda tomboyish or masc presenting reader (whichever you prefer) who is also punk and both Loki and reader take a while to get ready but end up looking really different with Loki being all elegant and reader really punkish (I apologize for any mistakes but english isn't my first lenguage)

Just For Tonight - Wheelz

Just For Tonight Masterlist Complete Masterlist

Summary: Sam, Bucky, and Loki ruin your one night off. So they decide to make it up to you by being your date instead. The entire fic, takes place in a span of one night. Three men. Three dates. What could possibly go wrong? A/N: I'm sorry my dear @kkdvkyya. I know you requested this a while ago and I have a habit of letting my imagination run away with me. So this will be part 1 of 4? I hope you like it, my love. (Also, I added people to the taglist, if you'd like to be taken off. I will not get offended, please let me know) Pairing: Loki x Reader Word Count: 1.5k Warnings: Language, action sequence

As he pulled Loki out the door, Barnes’ metal fingers scraped against his arm. Loki was ready to stand and fight. But Wilson and Barnes didn’t give him a chance as they rushed through half-naked women and leering men alike. Loki sent an image surreptitiously making it rain single dollar bills throughout the whole club. The place erupted in a frenzy as the assailants fought with greedy customers and strippers to get out of their way. Once outside, the men had no qualms about using guns and started shooting at the three Avengers trying to run away.

A deep growl of an engine roared its way into his ears and Loki looked around for it. Hope. That’s what it sounded like. The glossy red car came to a screeching halt in front of them with the front passenger door opening. The engine purred like a caged panther. The humble sports car looked tame and harmless, but the men knew that you had worked on that car relentlessly. And if there were a fast reliable car out there. It would be yours.

All three men looked at the salvation that was offered and didn’t think twice to run towards whatever door opened for them.

“GET IN NOW!” you yelled over Ghostemane playing loud on your stereo. You positioned the car to cover the men as they got in, taking your own riffle out and shooting back at the HYDRA den lords. Bullets were flying left and right as Loki tried to shield you all with his seidr.

“Wheelz! I swear I thought you weren’t gonna make it.” Bucky said as he closed the door.

As soon as the last door closed, you peeled out of there, the men in the car flailing about not having their safety harnesses on.

“Thank God you arrived when you did,” Sam said in the back, his harness clicking into place.

“You’re lucky I decided to come at all Samuel!” You growled out. A sudden silence spread throughout the car. “What the actual FUCK were you guys thinking?! How did you not know that that strip club was a front for HYDRA activity? We’ve only been going over the locations for – oh, I don’t know THE LAST COUPLE OF MONTHS!” You berated them as you made a sharp turn onto the highway, your tires screeching their protest, sending everyone banking to their right.

“Wheelz-” Bucky tried to reach for the radio dial to turn your music down.

You slapped his hand away. Your spiked leather bracelet clanking with his metal arm. “Hey! Driver picks the music. Passenger shuts his pie-hole!”

“Listen, Wheelz-” Bucky tried over your loud music.

“NO! Pie-hole! Shut! You listen! It was my night off. MY ONE NIGHT OFF where I don’t have to cater to Tony’s extravagant mechanical wishes or Steve’s incessant questions about which polish is better to shine his goddam shield with.” You weaved through traffic, narrowly dodging cars left and right as you all made your way through the Manhattan Bridge.

“Sorry.” All three men said out loud at the same time. Their voices harmonized, almost making you laugh at the thought that they could be some kind of boyband. Almost.

“What the hell was so important that you guys had to go to that club and ruin months of work, as well as my one night of peace?” You asked fractionally calmer.

“Well, Laufeyson said he’d never been to a strip club before, and he wanted to see if it actually was anything like what they had on Asgard?” Sam answered sheepishly. His tone got softer the longer he talked, realizing whom he was speaking to.

You took a slow intake of breath. Your lips thinned as you looked in your rearview mirror and saw the god staring back at you, reproachful. Dare you say, slightly ashamed? Rightly so.

“And we’re they?” The vitriol spewed from your lips. Poison on your tongue as you said the words.

“I honestly couldn’t give you an informed answer.” Loki tried to sound confident. “The whole place was dark, the patrons were unsavory, and quite frankly, the entire place smelled like that orange goop you Midgardians like to pass off as Nat’s cheese?” Loki admitted.

“Nacho cheese.” Sam corrected. “But the ladies…” he continued with a Cheshire grin from ear to ear.

“Yes! The girls were so…” Bucky tried to say, but at that moment, you had pulled into the garage of the tower. You sped up and drifted towards your left. The men held on to whatever they could as the car swerved with such ferocity to its final parking spot. The car stood parallel between Roger’s faithful truck and Stark’s new Audi R8.

“Finish the sentence,” you glared at Bucky. “I dare you.”

“Intelligent,” Bucky said.

“Breathtaking,” Sam finished.

“As beautiful as the vixens of Asgard,” Loki embellished. You rolled your eyes and exited the car, slamming your door and waiting for the other three dopes to get out.

Of course, Loki would find the girls at the club attractive. You weren’t born yesterday. Someone as handsome and sophisticated as he would only look for the same in a partner. Someone curvaceous with long flowing hair. Someone who went for the girl aesthetic. Basically, anyone but you.

You didn’t have curves. You were lanky and flat. You kept your hair short to keep it away from your face when you work on the cars and jets. Your look was more suited for the garage or a punk band roadie than they were on a runway. You didn’t shop at the trendiest new stores, instead opting for your dad’s old band t-shirts and just assimilating them to your sense of style.

You hated the fact that you felt this way. You weren’t going to change the way you are just to get the princely god to notice you. But the long-time crush you’ve been nursing didn’t want to let you go. It wouldn’t stop anytime soon. You couldn’t help but resent what you just heard him say.

So, tonight was supposed to be the night you forgot about your juvenile crush on Loki. You relented and finally said yes to a date with Devin. You were adamant that you forget about Loki entirely and tried to focus on someone who was more your scene.

Sam whistled when he saw you standing there waiting for them. “Oooooh, Wheelz. I’ve never seen you so dressed up before.” You looked down confused. You weren’t wearing anything out of the normal from your wardrobe. You had on your Queen band t-shirt underneath a leather corset and matching skirt. Your knee-high Doc Martens kept you warm while your usual black tights were in the hamper waiting to be washed. Other than that, you had on your leather and chain choker with matching bracelets.

True, you would never wear any of these to work- which was usually half the jumpsuit with the arms tied around your waist. It would just get in your way or caught on something. But it never occurred to you that they never saw you outside of work before.

“Ya, you had a date tonight or something?” Bucky asked walking alongside Sam. “Oh god, did we interrupt your date? I’m so sorry!”

“Awe, ya Wheelz. I’m sorry. We’ll make it up to you.” Sam pleaded.

“Not that it’s any of your business. But yes, I was with someone.” You admitted. “And how exactly will you three be making it up to me?”

“We can take you out on a date,” Loki suggested quickly.

“Excuse me?” You screamed.

“It’s only fair. We ruined your night. You had to save us from the evil clutches of HYDRA. I think we can all treat you to a drink at least. Right gentleman?” Loki posed to the other two.

“Hey, that’s a great idea. What do you say Wheelz?” Bucky agreed.

“Ya, we’ll be perfect gentlemen.” Sam decided. This was ridiculous. You only planned on having one date tonight, Devin. Now you had three. And one of them was with the guy you’ve been trying to forget.

You let out a laugh as you paced back and forth. You looked at the three of them. Your coworkers. Your friends. They really did start looking like a boy band the way they stood there waiting for you. Bucky leaning on the hood of your car. Sam leaning on the open door. And Loki. Loki standing with his arms crossed and a wicked smirk on his face.

“OK. Some conditions.” You assented.

“Name it, it’s yours,” Loki said as he stared into your eyes.

“It happens tonight. I don’t have any other night off.”

“Done.” All three nodded.

“Two. No hanky-panky. This is payment for a botched night off.”

“Ahh, gross. You’re like one of my best friends Wheelz.” Bucky said as you rolled your eyes.

“Ya, you’re like my little sister,” Sam added.

“Three. I get to decide what we do.”

“Deal.” All three of the men agreed.

“Ok, then. Just for tonight.”

“Yo! Let’s go!” Sam excitedly sat back in the car. Bucky started clapping on his way back to the passenger seat, excited that the night wasn’t over. You walked back towards the driver seat and Loki opened the door for you to get in.

“Just for tonight,” he whispered as he helped you get back into the car. “I shall be yours.” He held your hand and delicately kissed your fingers. With a heated gaze and a deep sigh, he said, “And you will be mine.”

⬅️Series Masterlist | Chapter 2: Sam➡️

@alexs1200 @a-witch-with-words @athalialaufeyson @britishserpent @cakesandtom @crimson25 @el-zef @fictive-sl0th @gigglingtigger @glitterylokislut @goldencherriess @holymultiplefandomsbatman @huntress-artemiss @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @immersed-in-mischief @kellatron55 @kikster606 @kkdvkyya @lokidbadguy @lokiprompts @lokisasgardianvampirequeen @lokisgoodgirl @lokisninerealms @lokischambermaid @lokixryss @loopsisloops @lucylaufeyson3 @luvlady-writes @michelleleewise @mischief2sarawr @muddyorbs @nopenottodayson @one-oblivious-nerd @ozymdias @peaches1958 @salempoe @sarahscribbles @sarawr-reads @silverfire475 @springdandelixn @theaudacitytowrite @thedistractedagglomeration @thomase1 @starktowerrooftop @vickie5446 @vbecker10 @wheredafandomat @xorpsbane @ladyofthestayingpower @holdmytesseract @lokikissesmyforehead

224 notes · View notes

sparklepocalypse · 3 months

Note

Okay I wanna hear your recs for when you just wanna get lost in another world!

xoxo MJ/kiwiana-writes

Oh hey, @kiwiana-writes! These are multifandom, because there are so many good fics out there in so many fandoms that just provide such good escapism catalysts! They're also, to nobody's surprise, all epic AUs. (And also, hopefully you're not surprised that one of your fics is on the list. 💕)

RWRB: Where the Spirit Meets the Bones by milowren [WIP; Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, E, 48.7k words] I rarely, rarely start WIPs; this AU is one of few exceptions. Alex's mom buys a Victorian era mansion after the end of her second Presidential term. Part murder-mystery, part romance, part modern magic, all fantastic.

RWRB: A Practical Arrangement by you!! (kiwiana!!) [Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, E, 19.8k words] I'm fairly certain that I yelled at you over multiple platforms when I got to the end of the first chapter of this arranged marriage AU... Henry and Alex have been betrothed for three years, and the big day has finally arrived. Just... a phenomenal story.

RWRB: But I love him, whether or no. by @leaves-of-laurelin [Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, E, 77.1k words] Henry moves to NYC to help Pez open a bar. He falls in love with firefighter Alex, who works at the fire station right across the street. Super great friends-to-lovers AU. RWRB: All the Old Showstoppers by @cha-melodius [Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, E, 20k words] This was one of the AUs that really stood out to me when I first started my deep dive into reading fic in this fandom. Alex skips the royal wedding, and three years later he and Henry meet as competitors on The Great Celebrity Bake Off. Delicious.

Five more multifandom recs under the jump; ask me more sleepover weekend stuff!

MCU: A Story We Must Tell by AHM1121 and MissyRivers [Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes, E, 166.2k words] An epic AU in which ex-military author James Barnes and ex-military lumberjack/fisherman Steve Rogers meet and fall in love. This one took me a couple days to read, and I'm glad I took my time because it's beautiful.

Boyband RPF: The Way You Know Him by Kaelie and Bethann [JC Chasez/Justin Timberlake, M, 191.2k words] This is boyband RPF, but it's so AU that you'll have to squint to recognize the pop stars' personalities. Justin is new to a publishing house, and JC is on the board. I remember when this was first being published, I waited with bated breath every month for The Way You Know Him Day because I loved it so, so much. That has not changed.

Star Trek: Take Refuge in What You Know by CorpusInvictus [James T. Kirk/Spock, E, 120.3k words] Kirk is new to his apartment building and wants to get to know his neighbors. He meets his neighbor, Spock, a loner who suffers from extreme agoraphobia. Kirk thinks he's a beautiful enigma. This one will hurt your heart in the best way. Mind the tags, though.

The Pacific: The History Books Forgot About Us (And The Bible Didn't Mention Us) by callmejude [Mariell "Snafu" Shelton/Eugene Sledge, E, 116.9k words] A canon (history?)-divergent AU in which Eugene and Snafu bond in a different way after one of their squadmates is shot.

Smallville: Family Portrait by tzigane and zaganthi [Clark Kent/Lex Luthor, E, 130.6k words] An AU in which Lex Luthor is orphaned at a young age, and his mother's will stipulates that she wishes for Martha and Jonathan Kent to become his guardians. Slow, slow burn.

#rwrb fic recs #mcu fic recs #stucky fic recs #rpf fic recs #star trek fic recs #smallville fic recs #historical fic recs #au fic recs #sleepover weekend

18 notes · View notes

vampdes · 1 year

Text

— 1K SPECIAL!!! [links + notes]

RULES. ‹— please follow them! if you don’t, i won’t accept your ask!

CW. lowercase implied.

NOTES. tysm for all the love youve given me in order to give me motivation to continue my irregular post schedule. thank u for being there to motivate me throughout the the drought of this lame ass blog 😭 this is a gift from me for the gift ive received from all of you!! tysm again <3

DAY 1. COD [soap + ghost + m!reader] & actor!au.

DAY 2. VAMP OC: victorian era + gn!reader.

DAY 3. COD + RESIDENT EV. [ghost & könig + leon k. & carlos oliveira / gn! reader] & surprise proposal!au.

DAY 4. COD [könig + soap + ghost / gn!reader] & [lipstick] kisses.

DAY 5. BODYGUARD OC: sub!oc / gn!reader.

DAY 6. SCREAM VI [nerd! ethan landry + fratboy/jock!m!reader + whiny!subtop ethan.]

DAY 7. MARVEL [multiple + gender neutral reader] & ‘how they sleep w. you’ trope.

DAY 8. COD [multiple + gender neutral reader] & bucky barnes!reader.

DAY 9. RESIDENT EV. [bttm!leon k. + top!m!reader].

DAY 10. FINAL FANTASY [top!sub sephiroth + dom!bttm m!reader].

DAY 11. RESIDENT EV. [luis + bottom!m!reader] & conducting ‘research’.

DAY 12. BRUTAL [hiroki dan + priest!m!reader] & church service.

DAY 13. SCREAM VI [ethan landry + jock!m!reader] & ‘obsessed’ ethan.

DAY 14. RESIDENT EV. [lady dimitrescu + bat!fem!reader] & ‘human’ sacrifice.

DAY 15. LOOKISM [jay h. + eli j. + daniel p. + yui k. + zack l. / blk!m!reader] & boyband (+ yui)!au.

#dan.writes #dan.blurbs #x male reader #x female reader #x gender neutral reader

24 notes · View notes

firstelevens · 10 months

Note

fake fic title game!! “this crown ain’t worth much” for whatever pairing/fandom you like! ✨

When The Royal first landed on TV screens, it wasn't supposed to be a hit. The network had aired it as a mid-season replacement, nine episodes of a workplace comedy about the events team at a high-end hotel. Its only buzz came from the big names behind the camera (showrunner Tony Stark, scion of not one but two Hollywood dynasties) and in front of it (Steve Rogers, once a pop star in mid 2000s boyband The Howlies and now an actor with a decent number of critically acclaimed movies under his belt.) Flying under the radar seemed to be the secret to the show's success: its blend of offbeat comedy and heartfelt emotional beats (plus a wave of cancellations at the network) earned it a second season and space to hit its stride.

Critics seem to agree that the cast--rounded out by Natasha Romanoff, James Rhodes, and Scott Lang--never felt fully complete until its two major second season additions: writer's room standout Sam Wilson (playing an efficiency consultant sent in to streamline the team's performance) and Rogers' former bandmate Bucky Barnes (turning his guest appearances as the unmotivated heir to the hotel empire into a series regular spot.) By season three, the show has gone from a star vehicle to a true ensemble piece, and when Steve and Natasha announce their intention to not renew their original contracts for a fourth season, the writer's room is thrown into a tizzy.

Eventually, a plan develops to embrace the chaos of the double departure. Sam and Bucky's characters emerge as the de facto leads of the show, contending with the chaos of the staffing change and the slew of new faces brought in for season four. It goes shockingly smoothly when the cameras are rolling, but as soon as the director calls cut, the energy changes. The pressure of their new roles has spun two years of largely silly bickering into something else entirely, and it's anybody's guess whether the electricity between their two leads will translate into sparks or just send the entire production up in flames.

(Spoiler alert: it might do both.)

#this was supposed to be a Kissing in the Rain AU and then it took...several turns #important to me to establish that they do not play love interests in the show #Sam's love interest in the show is played by like Colleen Wing or someone and she's gleefully enabling these shenanigans #don't ask me why they always have to be some level of famous when I write them into AUs just roll with it #sambucky #birdhapley #zainab does ask meme things #fake fic title meme

14 notes · View notes

mcfiddlestan · 1 month

Note

A-Z Asks

A, C, L, and U

A - Ships that you currently like a lot. (They don’t have to be OTPs because not everyone has OTPs.) Friendships, pairings, threesomes, etc. are allowed.

I'm forever and always going to love FrostIron, WinterFrost, WinterIron, Stucky, and a whole bunch of other Marvel ships. Since I'm currently not working on any fanfic, the ship I currently like a lot doesn't have a ship name. It's the main characters of my original WIP: Alexandra "Xan" Duquesne and Jackson D'Andre "JD" Avery. They're childhood besties (his dad and her mom were BFFs in college), teenage lovers, and as adults they suffer from being idiots in love. Did I mention he was in a boyband? Yeah. It's based off of an *NSYNC fanfic, so. They're my babies at the moment.

C - A ship you have never liked and probably never will.

Uhh...a few. Pepperony, WinterWidow, or any ship involving Doctor Strange.

L - Say something genuinely nice about a character who isn’t one of your faves. (Characters you’re neutral about are fair game, as are characters you merely dislike. Characters that you absolutely loathe with the fire of ten thousand suns are exempt, as there is no point in giving yourself an aneurysm over a character that you hate.)

Both Natasha Romanov and Pepper Potts are BAMF women. I genuinely adore the characters in the comics and most times in fanfic. But I absolutely hate their portrayals in the MCU. I'll leave it at that.

U - Three favorite characters from three different fandoms, and why they’re your favorites.

So I'm kind of exhausted. I'll name three characters for three different fandoms but I'm totally not explaining why they're my faves. If you know me, it should make sense, LOL.

Marvel: Tony Stark, Loki, Bucky Barnes

Star Wars: Darth Vader, Obi-Wan Kenobi, General Leia Organa

Doctor Who: the Tenth Doctor, Rose Tyler, Martha Jones

Thanks for asking! A-Z asks

#kinda love that you picked ACLU #lol #matbts #a to z asks #asked and answered

2 notes · View notes

noshitbarnes · 1 year

Text

Better Now?: Chapter 1

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC

Summary: Sophia was 18 when Hydra kidnapped her, gave her abilities, and made her their new secret weapon. Now, flash-forward 9 years later and she’s living with the Avengers, trying to live with everything she did, and trust those she now calls teammates.

Warnings: angst, language

Word Count: 3,124

better now? prologue

PRESENT DAY

It’s been three month since Clint and Phil convinced Sophia to come back to the states with them and she thought it would be more— spacious. Despite not living the life she thought she would be, Sophia was truly grateful to be rescued and out of the hands of Hydra.

About once or twice a week Clint would stop by and spend some time with Sophia. When he first came to visit, it was shocking, since Sophia didn’t expect to ever see him again, but he explained that he needed to check in and make sure that she was getting better, despite her living situation. With each visit, he always brought her something, whether it be a book, a bracelet that he thought she’d like, or another sketch pad, it was always something. Clint even convinced Fury to let Sophia to have a TV, telling him that she needed to know what was going on in the world now if she was ever going to feel normal again. In reality, Clint just wanted Sophia to know what Netflix was, so that she could binge watch the same shows as him. After everything Sophia had been through, it was nice to have someone take a positive interest in her, have someone care.

Over time, Sophia had also become quite close with Dr. Banner. Bruce was one of the many scientists and doctors that she had seen over her time at SHIELD, but he was the one that she liked the most. He never pressed her if she didn’t want to answer a question, unlike all the other people she saw throughout the day; most of the time the pair would just talk about the news, Sophia’s favorite things, just small talk mostly. Eventually, Bruce was the only one who would come in to see how she was doing, which Sophia was completely fine with, he made her feel more normal. After spending most of her time with him, he ended up talking a lot more about himself, which Sophia appreciated. Bruce talked to her about each of the Avengers, hoping to convince her that they weren’t all bad, not that Sophia thought they were bad people, it’s just Hydra didn’t exactly tell the happiest of stories about them.

**********

“So, Sophia, how are you doing today,” Bruce softly smiles as he walks into the room, “still feeling alright?”

“Sure,” Sophia rolls her eyes and stands up from the bed, “if you call living in the hellhole ‘alright.’ How are you sir?”

Bruce lightly chuckles, “I’m doin’ good,” he smiles from behind the protective energy field, as he touches the panel in front of him, “how would you like to get out of here?” he looks back up and gestures to the surrounding room, “I’m not saying you can go home, but you could leave here.”

Sophia raised an eyebrow and walks closer to the man, “Why? Do I need to be kept in a smaller cell or something?”

He shakes his head, “No, no, nothing like that. You’ve been doing quite well here, and I know that you don’t mean any harm to us,” he begins to fidget with his hands and looks at the floor, “have you thought about joining the Avengers?”

Sophia had thought about joining the Avengers, if she was being honest, it would be the greatest thing that’s ever happened to her to become a superhero and redeem herself that way. She just didn’t think she was worthy to be apart of such an amazing group of heroes, she’s done such terrible things, how could she just turn her back to that and join a superhero group?

Sophia rolls her eyes at Bruce’s words and crosses her arms, “I have no interest in joining your boyband, Dr. Banner.”

Ignoring her sarcasm, Bruce counters, “I thought you wanted to redeem yourself?” he tilts his head sideways and looks her over, “how do you expect to do that from in here?”

She purses her lips and thinks for a moment, “I haven’t gotten all the kinks figured out yet, but I would like the chance to go back home.”

“And do what exactly,” he raises an eyebrow, “not to sound harsh, but you know your family’s gone, so what’s left for you there? Why not start over here?”

Bruce did make a good point, there wasn’t anything or anyone left at home since Hydra had murdered her family almost eight years ago. Still though, Sophia didn’t want to be an Avenger right now, it just seemed way too big, she wanted to start small, like rescue dogs or do volunteer work.

Sophia sighs heavily, “I just don’t think becoming an Avenger is what my future holds right now, sir.”

“Why not?”

Sophia raises an eyebrow at the unfamiliar voice and peaks her head around Bruce, only to find another man standing behind him in the dark corner. What scared her though was that you never even heard him enter, so she had no idea how long he had even been standing there. The man notices you looking at him suspiciously, chuckles to himself, and walks into the light. He was slightly taller than Bruce, but more well-built. His black hair was spiked up and he had a nicely trimmed goatee. The black suit he was wearing was clearly expensive, she could tell that because it fit his form perfectly, he had a matching blue tie, and dark framed glasses. Sophia couldn’t help but think to herself that the man looked oddly familiar, but she just couldn’t place him.

The man raises an eyebrow and speaks again, “Why wouldn’t you want to be one of us?”

Sophia looks him up and down once more and tilts her head curiously, “I’m sorry, but do I know you?”

“I’m sorry,” Bruce shakes his head and chuckles lightly, “Sophia, this is Tony Stark. Tony, this is Sophia Dreyer.”

At the mention of Tony’s name, Sophia immediately tenses up, purely out of reflex, “Iron man?” Tony and Bruce both laugh at her recollection and Sophia feels her cheeks grow warm from embarrassment.

Tony looks the woman up and down, “Sometimes. It’s nice to finally meet you. I’ve heard a lot of good things about you from quiet a few people. Thought I’d come down here to see what all the fuss was about,” he winks and smiles.

“Um, thanks” Sophia looks to the ground, her normal confidence completely gone.

“Anyway,” Tony looks over the file that he has in his hands, “you have some impressive abilities,” he puts it down on a nearby table and Sophia glances toward it. It had her picture on it with the name “Frost” on the front, her codename during Hydra.

Sophia looks back to Tony, “I suppose. I would’ve rather had gotten them a different way.”

“Understandable,” Tony agrees, “how about you put them to good use then? Save some people, put that brain of yours to work too. Banner here says you’re a smart one and Barton seems to agree.”

“I’m still gonna pass”

Tony sighs and shakes his head, “A girl like you with so much talent should want to do more, so why not?”

Sophia runs a hand through her long white hair and starts to pace her cell, “It’s not that I don’t want to help people. It’s just, I’m a girl from Dresden, I’m not meant for something that big!”

“So,” Bruce tilts his head to the side, “you think since you’re from a small town, you can’t help people?”

“Dresden isn’t small…” she says quietly.

Tony rolls his eyes, “Then what is it?”

“I’m scared ok!” Sophia confesses as she stares at the floor, “I was used as a weapon for some crazy Nazis’ for eight years. I’ve killed so many people, men, women, even a few kids. I once killed a fucking horse. Since I’ve been here, I’ve been trying to come to terms with everything I’ve done and trying my best to forgive myself. Some days I make progress, I smile more, talk a little, and I start to feel better; but others, I fall right back into my pit of goddamn despair, telling myself that I deserve to die.” Sophia continues to ramble while pacing the whole time, “On top of all that shit, I don’t even trust myself to start doing the right thing, at least not yet anyway; I just can’t trust my own stupid fucked up judgment,” she pauses as tears start to make their way down her cheeks, “plus, my entire family is dead; Mom, Dad, sister, they even killed my fucking cat! I honestly just don’t have a reason to be a hero, like it’s a fairytale, so what’s the fucking point?” Sophia finally looks back to the two men, and finds them thoroughly listening with somber faces, “I have no friends, no family, no one loves me, no one even likes me. The people at this damn place don’t even trust me enough to put the fucking barrier down. So yeah, I’m scared. It’s not even about dying. I’ve thought about how to kill myself for almost nine years, but I’ve never had the fucking guts to act on it, which I guess is good. All I’m scared of now is to live,” she pauses and looks to them once more, “if I continue living, who do I even live for?”

After Sophia stopped, there is a brief silence, then Tony hits a button on the panel and the energy shield comes down, startling everyone. He takes big steps to reach Sophia and pulls her into his arms and holds her tight, “You continue living for you,” Sophia hadn’t had loving human contact in years and froze, unsure of what to do, but eventually melted into him, nuzzling into his chest and more tears feel down her cheeks, “this is your life, darling. If you come with us, we’ll be your family,” he held her for a few more moments, rubbing circles on her back to try and ease her pain as best he could. Eventually her let her go and held her at arm’s reach, “Don’t go thinking that family is only blood. I’ll take care of you, ok?”

Sophia smiles weakly at Tony, maybe they were right. She wasn’t exactly close and loving with her parents, but she still missed them. However, Sophia missed her sister the most, she meant the world to her, and they were so close. Never getting to say goodbye or getting one last, “I love you” from her was heartbreaking and it will always be a regret, but that doesn’t mean Sophia should stop living, none of them would want that for her.

Looking back and forth between the two men, Sophia takes a deep calming breath. Both have been through a lot, yet here they were, willing to help some batshit crazy woman get her life back on track. Sophia sniffles a bit and wipes the remaining tears from her eyes, “What if everyone doesn’t feel the same way?’

“Tony is the most difficult one to get along with and he just gave you a hug,” Bruce chuckles cause Tony to roll his eyes, “they’re gonna love you.”

**********

When Sophia first got to the Avengers Compound, it was extremely overwhelming. Between all the jets and voices overhead, she was starting to get a horrid migraine, it was just a lot all at once. Once inside, Tony introduces Sophia to the team and everyone was very welcoming and pleasant, which was a relief. Each of them shook her hand, gave you a pat on the shoulder, or in Wanda’s case a hug.

“I’m so glad you’re finally here, kid,” Clint puts his hand on your shoulder, squeezing it gently, which made you smile, “you’re gonna love it!”

Sophia chuckles, “Well, it is better than the cell I was in.”

Steve comes up and extends his hand, which Sophia shakes, “It’s nice to have you on board.”

“Um, thanks,” letting go of his hand, “I’m still not sure what my part is in all of this, but here I am.”

“So, what all can you do?” Sam asks excitedly and then looks around at all the glares from his teammates, “Oh come on! I know I’m not the only one who’s wondering.”

“Still man,” Rhodes rolls his eyes, “she just got here.”

Sam glares from beside him, “I was just curious!”

Sophia chuckles at their banter and shrugs, “It’s okay, there’s no use in dancing around the subject. I’m sure Tony’s told you guys already anyway,” they all turn to face her, “I can manipulate ice, water, frost, basically anything cold,” she continues, “since working with Bruce, I’ve learned a few things about myself. If I’m calm enough, I can create a snowstorm.”

“That is so awesome,” Sam grins, which made Sophia tilt her head in confusion. She’s never had anyone tell her that what she could do was cool, she’s always considered herself a freak.

**********

After more small talk with the team, Tony decides that he would give Sophia a tour of the compound. Sophia knew it was a large place, she’d seen pictures and heard stories, but she didn’t realize how extensive it really was until she started walking through it all. The place had a huge gym, for combat training and for those who just wanted to lift weights. On the other side of the gym there was a sauna, unsure of what it was for at first, but Tony explained its purpose. There was also a bunch of different conference rooms, hangar where they kept the Quinjets, basketball court, bowling alley, swimming pool on the roof, and each Avenger had their own room. Tony also showed Sophia his lab that was in the basement, he made sure she understood that she was welcome whenever since he spent 99% of his time there anyway. The last stop was the R&D lab, which is where the pair ran in to Dr. Banner.

“So, I see you’re showing our new trainee around Tony,” Bruce smirks without looking up from what he was working on.

“I didn’t expect to find you here, sir,” Sophia raises an eyebrow and sat on a stool across from him, “why are you here?” she eyes the piece of machinery he was working on but didn’t recognize any of it.

“I help out occasionally with new research, new tech, things like that,” he looks up, “now that you’re here, I’ll be around more.”

Sophia raises an eyebrow, “To monitor my homicidal tendencies?”

He scoffs, “To help you,” he continues, “you’re not a guinea pig here, Sophia, I’m not going to do any experiments on you. All I’m doing is making sure you’re comfortable in your own skin and that you feel safe here,” he shrugs, “so if you think there’s something I can do to help, don’t hesitate to let me know.”

“That’s a lot coming from you Banner,” Tony pats his back, “but I guess you would know all about that.”

Bruce looks at Tony and shakes his head, “Don’t turn this on me. If I can help her be happy, then that’s all that matters.”

“I wouldn’t say that I’m unhappy,” you interject, “I just, I need some time to get use to all of this. It’s all so new,” you look around the room trying to take everything in, “most of this tech I’ve never even seen before and those jets back at the hangar are so advanced! I never flew anything like that when I was with Hydra,” you purse your lips, “it’s just gonna take me some time to get use to everything.”

“Of course,” Tony smiles and walks to where she’s sitting, “I can show you where your room is if you want.”

Sophia smiles big, “That would be great!”

**********

“So, this one is yours,” Tony opens the door and gestures into the room, “Wanda is across the hall and Barton is next door.”

Sophia walks inside and smiles, “Tony, I-I don’t know what to say,” small tears start to form at the corners of her eyes, “um, thank you.”

“No problem, hun, you’re home now, so make yourself comfortable,” he smiles and gives her a small hug, “if you need anything, don’t hesitate to let me know. Even to just, I dunno, talk or something,” Sophia nods and thanks him again as he closes the door behind him.

Sophia looks around the room and tears start to slowly fall from her eyes. She wasn’t sad, these were tears of joy. She hasn’t had a normal bedroom in nine years, and it was a gorgeous room too. The walls were painted a soft white, with a grey accent wall behind the king-sized bed, and the floors were a dark brown wood. The bed was on the wall that was farthest from the door underneath a pair of skylights, the sheets were a dark grey with a bunch of accent pillows on it, there was even a fluffy grey rug underneath it that matched the paint on the walls. There was a large dresser on one side of the room with a wood desk next to it and in front of the large window.

There were various pictures along each wall, mostly scenery shots or watercolor paintings, but there was one picture that cause Sophia’s attention, it was a small frame on the desk. Slowly walking over to it, she picks it up, and smiles big, it was a picture that Sophia hadn’t seen in years, it was the one at her older sister’s 18th birthday party. It had always been one of her favorite pictures, both girls were wrapped in a big hug, cheek to cheek, and looking at the camera with huge smiles on their faces. Kylie always had the most gorgeous smile, it's what drew people to her, Sophia’s had always been more awkward. Staring at the picture, she had no idea where it came from since she never had the chance to return home, but it didn’t even matter, she was just glad to have it.

Setting the picture down, Sophia walks over to the bed and sits down on the edge, it was a lot comfier than it looked. Humming to herself happily, she lays down for a minute or two with her legs dangling off the edge, she then sits back up and crawls to the head of the bed deciding to get underneath the covers and take a nap. Even though it was two in the afternoon, Sophia felt exhausted, she needed to sleep, today was a long day, and she needed to take a break for a while.

#bucky #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x ofc #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes #fanfiction #fanfic #marvel #mcu #marvel fanfiction #marvel fanfic #marvel comics #avengers #avengers fanfiction #sebastian stan

17 notes · View notes

theladybarnes · 2 years

Photo

READY TO COMPLY - CHAPTER ONE: IT’S YOU

“ Should I give up? Or should I just keep chasing pavements? Even if it leads nowhere Or would it be a waste? Even if I knew my place, should I leave it there?”

▸ summary: cheers to the newly weds?? ▸ characters: tony stark, natasha romanoff, sam wilson, & bucky barnes ▸ word count: 4,141 ▸ warnings: slight angst, semi pinning ▸ series masterlist

The two of you stood in front of the roaring fire. Allowing the deep orange and yellow embers to be the entertainment. It’s always like this around this time of year. The two of you meeting together, forgetting all schedules or plans that you both might have that day and lock yourself up in Tony’s home.

This year was a little bit different considering he presented you with an early Christmas present. A brand new townhouse in the city. For months you had spent time back in California that you almost forgot you couldn’t go back into the compound. Not when Steve was still living there. Running a tight hand on the team you weren’t allowed on.

“You know, I was almost a little worried you were going to make me go all the way to California. Which, I wouldn’t mind. Snow reminds me too much of...” The words died off as he reached for his glass of gin, sipping at the harsh liquid softly.

“Well Pepper wouldn’t keep me from you. She knows how much this time of year means to us..besides I missed you.” You smiled a bit, trying to give him a brave face. It was the longest the two went on not talking and you knew it was killing your brother inside. “I do hate the snow though, I miss palm trees covered in lights.”

“Yeah, she knows I got you in the divorce. Wouldn’t dare keep ya from me.” He joked, reaching out to poke at the fire with the poker. The log flickered a bit, shooting small bits of embers around. “I guess we’re just not that into Christmas.”

“Says the guy that decided to buy me a whole town house. I am just one person you know.”

Tony glanced at you with a shy smile. “Feeling generous is all.” Turning around, you looked over the place, admiring some of the furniture decisions that Tony made on your behalf. He fortunately knew what type of style you had grown to love over the years and added different cool tone colors as the main theme of the home.

“Well, thank you. But I’m also kinda pissed it puts my cufflinks to shame.” This year you had gotten Tony custom made cufflinks that looked a lot like the ones your father used to wear. It wasn’t a big surprise, but he seemed to love it nonetheless.

“It’s my new favorite accessory and I’m going to buy a dozen more suits just to wear them.” He smirked, setting down his drink to wrap an arm around your shoulder. “Anything you give me would be my favorite.”

Leaning your head on his shoulder, you took notice at the time, reaching your hand up to place on chest. It’s been years and yet it’s still a pain you can’t let go. You can only imagine the turmoil that Tony goes through every year.

“It’s crazy to think it’s been twenty-five years since it’s happened..”

He took a look up at the digital clock you two set up on the mantle of the fireplace before back down at you. “You’re twenty-five too..God, when did the years go by.” He sighed, suddenly sounding a lot like his age. “Just yesterday I had Happy teaching you how to ride a bike.”

You couldn’t help but crack up a bit, recalling one of the many occasions that Happy had to teach you. It was probably near seventeen years and your eight year old mind matched with Tony’s chaotic one. Leading you to go down big hills on the bike. Tony swears he almost died of laughter watching Happy run after you.

“And now you’re buying me town houses so I don’t run into my nearly one hundred year old ex boyfriend.”

He chuckled a bit at that, shaking his head before he got back his glass to down the rest of the liquid. “Let him keep his stupid boyband. You’ll always have a place here on Team Stark.” He teased, acting like it was actually a thing.

“I’m always happy to be on your team, Tony.”

It was hard to keep the mood from turning somber. Maybe it was the weather, or the dark skyline glooming in the room, or simply just the reminder of the day itself.

The clock began to do its countdown, making you two grip onto each other tighter. Like you both were each other’s only life line.

[00:11:59:20]

“I wish you could have known them..just for one day..” He rubbed his hand against your shoulders and you realized you were shaking.

[00:11:59:40]

“I know.” You whispered, feeling your voice drown out. Glancing at the side of your eyes you noticed how much Tony’s had glistened. It made you wrap your arms around him tighter. “..me too.”

[00:11:59:59] —————— [00:12:00:00] DECEMBER 16TH, 2015

The sounds of various announcements in the terminal drowned out the sounds of your worried friends’ pleas. Making you smile a bit at them as they continued on with their jabbering.

“How can you be leaving for six weeks?”

“Why Romania? Didn’t you want me to join you in California?”

“Wait, you two were going to hang out in California without me?”

“Sam, you’re Steve’s friend. You have to do things with him now.”

The look on Sam’s face almost had you covering your mouth. His dark brown eyes glanced over at you, already annoyed with the fact that you all got there at six. Which you told him he didn’t have to come, which only made him more upset at the idea of not being able to say goodbye.

“Look, that was the original plan. But after spending some time with Pepper and then Christmas with Tony, I realized that I need to break away from everyone and venture off on my own for a bit.”

Natasha raised a brow up at you before reaching over to pull you in for a hug. “I hate the idea of you alone out there. But I understand.” She sighed, pressing a light kiss to your cheek. “The minute you need me, call and I’m on my way. Doesn’t matter what I’m doing.”

“Even if you’re out beating up some bad guys?” You joked, looking over at the red head when she pulled back.

“I’m there no matter what.” She smiled before Sam shoved his way in. An annoyed chuckle came from the women as the man wrapped his arms tightly around you. Giving you a crushing hug.

“I’ll probably get to you like a normal person would considering I don’t have her ridiculous resources but if you’re ever in need of my expertises I’m there too.”

Snuggling a bit into his chest, you hug him back, trying to hold in the emotions these two were making you feel. One of them being guilt. It wasn’t like you could probably explain why you picked Romania or why you felt you wouldn’t be alone there. But to have them worry about you so much and be willing to come to you at the drop of a hat had your stomach tense up.

“Guys, I should be okay. Nothing is going on there as of now. I set up a place that’s already connected to FRIDAY and I can hold my own.” The two shared a glance, knowing the last words meant a lot to you. Ever since the fight with Steve, it’s been a struggle for you to get that message across.

Sighing in defeat, the both take turns again giving you a tight hug. Helping walk you over towards the security. “How come you didn’t just ask to take Tony’s jet. Wouldn’t it be easier?” Natasha asked as she adjusted the strap of your bag over her shoulder.

“It would have caused some kind of press to find out I’m there and I’m still under the radar a bit these days.” You shrugged. “It’s a smaller flight so I shouldn’t have too many problems.”

“When will we be able to hear back from you?”

Glancing at your phone, you calculated the time difference before answering Sam. “I’ll basically be your early morning wake up call. That is if you aren’t sent off on any missions while I’m there.” The man frowned at that, knowing full well it wouldn’t be long till they were both off again. “If anything, I’ll be sure to shoot you guys an email about what I did everyday. Tony’s requiring that already so I might as well get you guys in on the snail mail.” You promised, hoping to appease them.

The three of you approached the small line to security, getting ready to finally bid farewell. Again they both took turns giving you a tight hug. Natasha being emotional enough to press a gentle kiss to your temple. “You better stay safe, Cолнышко (little sun), or else me and bird brain are dragging you back.”

“She’s nasty for that comment,” started Sam as he squeezed in to instead hold the two of you in his arms. “But she’s not wrong. We will hunt you down.”

“And on that threat, I’m taking that as my cue to go.” Grabbing your bags carefully, you stepped away from the nagging pair and made your way towards the line. Stopping only after a few seconds to turn back and steal one last look. They both looked back fondly as they waved goodbye, making you feel suddenly emotional. “Dorks.” You chuckled, lifting a hand to wave back before you finally made your leave. Hopefully for the reunion that was sure to come.

TWO WEEKS LATER

You scowled at the screen of your iPad. Wondering how you’ve gone two weeks with absolutely no luck on finding Bucky. If the big lug wanted you to come find him, then why did he make it so hard to find a single trace on him?

Sure, he had other people looking for him as well, including people you personally knew. But if he was leaving behind sentimental parting words like ‘see you soon,love’ and looking at you the way he did that day, then why not leave other clues?

The apartment you had rented for the intended six weeks was horribly outside the main city. Bucharest was the largest city, making you worried that you started off way too big in your search for Bucky. Not to mention Tony seemed keen on making you have a more natural view of the country. Which was considerate of him, since he did think you were just relaxing. But you could relax with city noise as well? After thinking it over, you decided to leave the lease early, claiming they could keep the deposit and promised to leave it in clean conditions.

That left you setting up in hotels within the city. A hunch that you couldn’t shake off had you thinking he’d use the busy streets and fast pace people as a way to blend in. Which was smart, but also another pain in your ass. The second was the amount of recent texts and calls you had received from Steve.

It was like the moment you left America he remembered that he wanted to talk to you. Making you annoyed at the fact that he could’ve called months ago if he wanted to fix things. At least a little. But even now as you read over some of the texts he sent, you couldn’t help but find yourself wondering if you even wanted him back.

The friendship was something you missed, but maybe it wasn’t as strong as you always saw it. For too long you and Steve blurred the lines, making any kind of semi sweet moment turn romantic rather than just normal. And while you’re still feeling a deep love for him, you knew deep down it wouldn’t be the same ever again. Not when you knew he wanted a different version of you.

The waitress pulled you out of your plaguing thoughts when she handed you the bill for your lunch, making you quick to thank her. Your Romanian was considerably bad, but the locals seemed to appreciate the effort as they gave you a weak thumbs up at most of your attempts. Packing up your belongings, you slip on your earbuds and start up the connection to FRIDAY on your phone.

The recent update on certain street cameras you hacked upon your arrival showed absolutely no footage. This trip was slowly turning into a headache and you realized it might be best to just leave him alone. If he truly wanted to talk to you, he’d find a way. And considering how little he knew of you, it was more than likely that he didn’t. It wasn’t his fault that you were the one having dreams about your encounters. Or running imaginations about what could have happened.

You were feeling low and weren’t feeling the love from Steve at the time. Any thoughts about him were just your own hopeful projections. Something that Bucky didn’t deserve because if you were going to go to him it’d be to help him only.

[TEXT MESSAGE: NAT 🦊]

YOU: I’m starting to miss home. NATASHA: Home definitely misses you. Come back already. :(

You couldn’t help but smile at someone as cool as Natasha using sad emoticons. Tapping at your screen, you ignore the people passing by you as you head down the street to your hotel.

YOU: I’ve paid for the trip. Might as well soak it up for the next couple of weeks. YOU: But next time, I’m definitely bringing you or Sam along. NATASHA: Wilson will only give us headaches. Let’s just ditch everything right now and go to Belize. I think it’s warm enough for swimsuits ;)

Laughing at her last message, you don’t look up in time to avoid an overly large pair of shoulders. “Scuze.” Muttered the voice as he quickly made his way through. Not having time to say anything back, you only get a quick glimpse of the figure from the corner of your eye.

Stopping in place, you try to wonder what stumped you. Was it his voice? Was it the fact that he didn’t seem all too sorry? Turning around, you try to catch the mystery person again. Scanning through the crowd of people till you notice the back of a larger male. His coat was covering up any distinct feature and the top of his head was covered with a dark cap.

There’s an attempt to not be so noticeably stalky towards the man as you quickly rush to follow him. Moving across the street, you quickly brushed past people, acting like you had to go somewhere important before you’re able to get a bit ahead of him. He pauses for a moment, looking around before you’re able to see his face finally.

You try your best not to gasp so loud when you see him. But the smile that spread over your lips couldn’t be stopped when you realized it was Bucky.

He looked different from the last time you saw him. His hair was still long, only a little bit but still different from the usual hair men around the area seemed to have. His face was definitely scruffy and to your dismay, he looked more tired than usual. Like he could use an honest good night's rest.

Without realizing it, you found yourself following him. Keeping your distance as he went about his shopping. Despite the still winter weather, he wasn’t as bundled up as most people around you both. He simply wore a thick jacket, gloves, and a hat to keep the cool winds from hitting his skin.

But what got you more curious was to see how well he blurred in with the crowds. Acting like he wasn’t being hunted down by multiple organizations. It was amusing to you, seeing him interact now and then with clerks when checking out things he wanted to buy. He seemed to be going only one direction, making you wonder when the end destination would end up being.

It was a struggle to think about why you hadn’t approached him yet. Greet him like a long lost friend and catch up. But the more you thought about it, the more you felt anxious about it. Bucky was doing seemingly well. He was living a life here. Doing something as normal as shopping in the middle of the day. Something so mundane that everyone else would take for granted.

But for Bucky this had to mean so much more. For a large part of his life he was used by the most nefarious people, who wanted him to murder, steal, and God knows what else for the past couple of decades.

Sure, he said you were friends, but would you really want to come in and interrupt the first bit of peaceful life he’s had since he was..well since he was your age? It was only around this time he was pulled into war and now that it’s decades later, it was a chance for him to live normally. No war, no hydra, just him. Even if it hurt you to think of saying goodbye to him, you figured that it might be best to give him this life alone. He deserved it, and you would vow to never be the one to take it away from him.

You noticed that he’s no longer in front of you, making you curse to yourself as you scanned around the streets again. Great, you were too busy thinking about leaving him that you didn’t think about him leaving you.

Turning back around, you’re about to pull out your phone and reply back to Natasha finally when you’re suddenly being pulled into an alley.

The arms of your captor were wrapped around your neck, pulling the hood you had on to cover even more of your face. Not allowing you to see any kind of feature on his face. His breath was hot and heavy on your neck, making you shiver in fear. The grip on you was too tight for you to twist your way out of. “кто ты? (Who are you?)” When you didn’t reply he gripped harder. “кого ты работаешь? (Who do work for?)”

You gasp a little, feeling your throat tighten up. He didn't seem to care as he gripped harderuntil you started to slap at his arms. “Please.” You whimpered, starting to feel light headed. Something in you must have sounded desperate because he suddenly dropped you, allowing your body to sag down to the ground. “I’m not Russian.” You coughed out, peering up at the man finally.

“Oh my God.” He gasped. Pulling your hood back, revealing your face as well as giving you a better look at his. “It’s you.” Bucky sighed, helping to pick you up from the floor. He helped stand up right before his gloved hand checked over your neck, over the area he had been pressing down on. “I’m so sorry! I just..I thought you were HYDRA.”

Shaking your head, you calmed down on your breathing before you placed your hand on top of his. “So did I.” Nodding his head, he slowly pulls his hand back before he checks over you again, probably feeling guilty still. “I’m okay, I promise.” Having him so up close gave you a better chance at seeing his face better. And God does it break your heart to see him like this.

Without even realizing it, you reached out to cup this side of his face, pulling him in closer. His bright blue eyes widened at the motion, blinking a couple of times before he allowed you to continue. His hot breath shuddered for a moment, but having your warm hand against his skin must have been nice since he eventually relaxed into your touch, closing his eyes suddenly as you carefully looked at him.

It’s almost weird how close this is becoming like your dream from months ago. But you didn’t focus too much on that and instead allowed your other hand to cup up and trace some of the features on his face. Using the tip of your finger to run down the bridge of his nose and trace the slight line that was bagged underneath his eyes.

The freckles on the side of his eyes made you smile, causing you to shake your head at yourself. For only having seen him once up close before, your dream was surely detailed right in the way you envisioned him. Everything was just as it was, even down to the slight pink hue of sun kissed skin on the bridge of his nose.

You were almost tempted to brush along the line of his pouty lips when he suddenly spoke again. “It took you a while to find me again.” A huff of an amused laugh fell past your lips and you nodded your head. “I’m glad to see you.” He added, fluttering his long lashes as he opened to look at you again.

“It wasn’t easy finding you. I think the universe played a hand again in helping in my search.”

Letting go of his face you pat at his cheek lightly before moving to wrap your arms around yourself. “It’s good to see you though. It’s been a while.” He didn’t seem pleased to lose the contact from you and reached out instead to place his hand at your arm, letting it linger there.

“How are you and Steve?”

You felt a lump form in your throat, not sure how to even touch that subject yet. But Bucky was looking at you with such genuine curiosity, that you didn’t want to keep secrets from him. Not when he’s trusted you so much so far. “It’s kind of funny,” you chuckled, trying to figure out where to start.

“I could use a good laugh.” He proposed. Raising a brow at you curiously. It was the same kind of face that Natasha would make whenever she tried to read you and you hated how it made you automatically feel like spilling.

“Mr. Bucky?”

The two of you glanced down the end of the alleyway to see two small children. The one who spoke out was a young boy, probably around thirteen with dark eyes and hair. At his side was a younger girl, who despite being the younger of the two looked like a copied version of the boy beside her.

Bucky stepped back from you, turning to face them better before he replied back. Talking to them in Romanian before he suddenly wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side. The two of you suddenly were walking now to join the kids. While his arm felt nice around you, the confusion couldn’t be swept off your face as he casually pressed a kiss to your head. Talking back to the boy again.

“Go ahead.” Bucky said eventually, nodding at the boy. Smiling, the boy reached out his hand and offered a shake to you. “I am Luca. Mr. Bucky tells me you are his American wife.” You pinched the side of your thigh to stop the cough that wanted to come out from your throat. “This is my sister. We are..how is word again?”

Did he just say WIFE?

Bucky, sporting a very nervous but slightly amused grin on his face, now offered up an answer. “Neighbors. They’re my neighbors.” The boy's smile turned bright again as he nodded to Bucky thankfully.

“Yes! We are neighbors. And now that you’ve found him again. You are neighbor as well.”

The little girl feeling left out extended her small hand out. “I am Anyanna. It is pleasure to meet.” Her accent was much thicker than Luca’s and you had to bit down on your cheek from being too amused by it. Her next words seemed to throw you back off again as she pointed to the building you guys were beside. “Let’s go to homes,Mrs. Bucky. Before we freeze.”

Luca, suddenly remembering what they had to do took hold of the girl's hand and led them to the building. “Anyanna is right! We have dinner soon. We hope to see you again, Mrs. Bucky!” You were barely able to give out a half assed wave before you and Bucky were left alone again.

“Wow.” You gaped over at him. Feeling only a little bit annoyed with how okay he was by all this. Surely you wished now more than ever you could have understood what he told the young boy. But the whole interaction didn’t seem to throw him off much.

“Well, Mrs. Bucky.” He dragged out, pointing up to the building. “Would you like to come up?”

A/N: Well I hope you guys are ready for this! I’m happy to finally have Bucky emerged fully in the storyline now. Get ready for the perfect angsty boyfriend~ Also I love the idea of Bucky being good with kids so ofc the neighbor kids would talk with him. Even if they are misinformed 🥴

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x female oc #Bucky Barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes imagine #rtc

47 notes · View notes

louisandmenfest · 1 year

Text

M A S T E R P O S T - Louis & Men Fest

AO3: Louis & Men Fest

A Fist Full of Glitter by @reminiscingintherain [M, 3k, Louis/Nick Grimshaw]

Nick G: Fancy going to the BRITs tonight? Got a ticket with your name on. Louis: Is there any universe in which I’d say no to this? I think not.Nick G: I’ll pick you up at 6:30pm. Suit’s being messengered over now. Louis: You spoil me. <3 xx

Or:

Louis' a Sugar Baby, Nick's his proper and formal Sugar Daddy. What could possibly happen to make that change?

There's A World There For The Taking by gayumbrella [E, 9k, Louis/Liam Gallagher]

There’s a dark figure stood at the end of the corridor, the light shining out from beneath the door behind it eerily lighting up the silhouette. If Louis hadn’t still been caught up in the last two lines of the chorus he’d just written before he’d run off to the loo he might’ve recognized that weird wide-footed stance. He’s seen enough videos, seen enough pictures to be able to tell the person to the posture. But he’s not really looking, eyes skipping over invisible lyrics while he walks through the half-dark corridor.

He’s about to go around the corner back to his studio with a mumbled “hello mate” and a glance out of the corner of his eye, when the figure moves and pushes the door behind them open with their back. More light flows into the now no longer dark air and the figure becomes a person.

Louis stops dead in his tracks. Whips his head around, stares and for a blood-stopping second contemplates just walking on like it isn’t Liam fucking Gallagher stood in the doorway.

Louis and Liam Gallagher at the same studio.

Something That Resembles Happiness Enough by smileformemylovely [E, 7k, Louis/Zayn]

They were on the edge of being happy. They were happy enough.

Zayn and Louis have been best friends since they were children. No matter the country, no matter the coast, they were always LouisAndZayn.

Maybe, just maybe, they could've been more.

I'm Ready for the Worst by @lululawrence [NR, 26k, Louis/Greg James]

From the moment Greg had met the One Direction lads, he’d known they had something special. They were charismatic, incredibly talented, and self-deprecating in the most endearing way.

But Louis. Louis was more.

Greg had never been able to put a finger on what it was exactly, but he’d been enthralled and hooked from the first moment he’d seen his bright smile and flamboyant mannerisms. Not that it mattered, what with Louis immediately falling into Grimmy’s orbit.

Through it all, his dirty little crush he could never, ever admit to was on the secretly gay boybander that was also the boyfriend and eventual ex of one of his closest friends. It was fine. It was nothing. It would never be anything.

Until, one spring night in 2018, it suddenly was.

My Home Is Your Body by edensrose / @holdingthornsandroses [E, 15k, Louis/Henry Cavill]

He had seen who had made his senses go haywire. His ex was in the front row, five feet in front of him. He felt his eyes on him even as he mechanically made his way to the end of the runway, hoping to God he didn’t look like a maniac. Everything was a blur. He somehow managed to walk the rest of the way without falling or emoting anything. Why was he HERE? Of all places.

...where Louis is a successful omega model and the last thing he expects is his ex to become the co-partner of the new company he works for....

Souls A'Fire by louisbarnes / @tomlinsonbarns [NR, 55k, Louis/Bucky Barnes]

Louis Tomlinson just wants to find his family.

Bucky Barnes just wants a life worth living.

A Lucky Apocalypse AU

Don't Want You Like A Best Friend by orphan_account [T, 5k, Louis/Luke Malak]

Louis and Luke hang out a lot, and it doesn't mean anything.

Until it does.

Interview with the vampire by @allwaswell16 [E, 4k, Louis/Rob Pattinson]

Working at an alpha magazine wasn't always easy for an omega like Louis, but he's just landed his biggest interview yet with an A list actor who has asked for Louis especially. Unfortunately, the interview is with Rob Pattinson, the biggest pain in the arse alpha on the planet.

Inspired by Rob’s interview in GQ Magazine and not actually about vampires

#louisandmenfest #masterpost #i saved the url just because i didn't want it to be taken and used for something else #and i wanted to just get all this archived since obviously the original blog was deleted #i talked to the original creator of the fest about running it again #but decided to call it louis rare pair fest #so come talk to me there!

1 note · View note

johnkrrasinski · 4 years

Text

So It Goes...

full masterlist

Pairings: Rock star/Bassist!Bucky Barnes x female!reader (AU)

Word count: 7,149

Warning: fluff, SMUT! but mostly just me falling in love with bucky, really.

Summary: natasha romanoff aka your annoying roommate coerced you into the howling commando’s live performance at a divebar near your dorm. little did you know, it was going to lead you to the man of your dreams aka the charming rock star boy/bassist, james buchanan barnes.

a/n: this one’s written for @sourpatchkidsandacokecan‘s “Little Darlin’s Mysteru AU” challenge. i chose band/rockstar au. here’s another love letter to bucky barnes because i love that man with my entire heart and every fic that i write about him is basically just me expressing my deep affection for this man. hope you guys enjoy this one cause i certainly do! also, rock star/boy band bucky is such a concept omg i’m in love

You laid in your twin-sized bed as you heard the chirping sounds of the birds outside of your window. They were singing cheerily as if they knew what you were feeling and they were celebrating with you. It felt like you were in a Disney movie that you used to obsess over as a kid, where you are the lovestruck princess because you just met a handsome prince who swept you off your feet at first sight.

The birds outside of your window are your animal pals who swoon over you swooning and they spontaneously harmonize and dance to this newfound joy. You couldn’t resist the smile taking over your face. It was too early for you to be awake on a Saturday morning. You were always up by 10 AM. No more, no less. But it was currently 8.45 AM and you still had at least one more hour to get up and be productive.

But not today. Today, you were going to welcome this exhilarating sensation in your bones, and you were going to savour every second of it. Because you couldn’t shake away those baby blue eyes and that suave, boyish charm. The way, they electrified you by first glance and made you tremble when those pupils dilated. You could still feel the way his soft, plump lips hypnotized you last night. And the raunchy way he held you at the bar.

Even when all was said and done, he found a way to haunt you in your dreams.

And you didn’t mind one bit.

You were currently in the middle of a crisis due to your upcoming final week. If there’s any word to describe you as a college student, it would be ambitious. The idea of failing or getting less than B+ makes you go ballistic. You were an active student. You joined multiple organizations that expanded your social life. You got along with mostly everyone in your classes and you had your professors’ respect too for your excellent grades and polite manners.

But your lack of dating life irked no one else more than your roommate, Natasha. You loved Natasha with your entire heart, really. She was like a sister to you. You were an only child so you cherished her older sister role in your life. She was, in fact, several months older than you and she always protected you like her own. Starting from the asshole that broke your heart in high school, despite only knowing him through your story, to incessantly pushing you to stop being such a nerd and have more fun.

Natasha was the kind of woman you don’t wanna mess with. She was loyal, brave and quick-witted. She knows how to keep her GPA high, whilst also maintaining a fun social life. She managed to do it all so effortlessly.

“C’mon, y/n! Just one night! You need to let loose and release all tension on your shoulders, baby. It’s good for your brain before finals start!”

“Noooo, Nat. Rock bands are not my thing and I’d have a higher chance of acing the tests if I study now, okay? Just go. Have fun without me and tell me how it goes.”

“But my boyfriend’s performing, y/n. And I want you to meet him! I promise they are really good. Even if you're not into the music, you can still go for the drinks, right? Also, they’ve got other cute members available so, you might find your own rock band boyfriend too if you go.” She winked. Her smirk was menacing.

“Ugh, I’m not interested in finding a boyfriend, Nat.”

“I know, but wouldn’t hurt if you do, right? Then we can go on double dates and have them write songs about us. Oh God, it’s going to be awesome.”

“Whoa, slow down. I haven’t even learned their names, yet and we are already discussing double dates?”

“Alright, let’s just start with putting on your sexy clothes and meet them yourself. Then we can move onto picking one gorgeous beast for you.”

“What makes you even think that they’d be interested in me?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, y/n. Have you never owned a mirror? You are a total babe. You just need to get yourself more action.”

“Ugh, I don’t know, Nat…”

“You are going. And I’m not leaving until you get up and put on something cool. I have patience, baby and I’m going to annoy you all night if you stay. What do you prefer? Going out and have fun and meet some cute boys or me annoying you all night so you can’t study productively.” She glared at you. Her tone indicated that there was no compromise.

“Alright, I’m going. But that’s only because I wanna meet your boyfriend, alright? Not because I wanna find a boyfriend or whatever stupid shit you’re thinking.”

“Yay!” She jumped in excitement. Her face was content with joy and satisfaction from succeeding in persuading you. “Alright, let’s dig through your clothes.” She started rummaging your shared closet and observed meticulously each one of your outfits. “Hmm… Let’s try this one!” She picked up a strapless black sequin dress that you hadn’t worn in forever. You didn’t even remember packing it up in your baggage and brought it with you to your dorm.

You began stripping yourself out of your oversized hoodie and high-waisted shorts. You didn’t feel embarrassed changing in front of Natasha, you had seen each other naked many times. You were roommates after all and sometimes, you just had to be comfortable with the fact that you had private body parts underneath and within the course of four years, eventually, you had to get used to flashing one another at some point.

You put it on as you started to feel a little uncomfortable. You weren’t used to wearing skimpy dresses. Already wearing it for less than three minutes, you were constantly lifting the hem of the dress to prevent it from exposing your boobs and revealing your inner thighs. And the material felt itchy on your skin too. “Nat, I’m not sure about this. Let’s just wear a leather jacket and jeans.”

“Nonsense! You look bomb! Give your leather jacket and jeans a break, alright? Okay, turn around so I can see your behind.”

You twirled as she said, restlessly.

Tonight was going to be a longspun night…

The air felt crisp against your skin, as the breeze swept through your freshly curled hair, causing a few strands shading your sight. You struggled to walk steadily in your 7-inch heels that belonged to Natasha because you didn’t have a pair of your own. You were cool with wearing ankle boots pairing them with a sparkly dress. But Natasha didn’t think it was a cute look.

“What? Boots and dresses don’t go along, honey. Oh my, you need a serious makeover!” She was derailed.

You eventually settled with a silk red dress with a seductively low cleavage on the front, exposing the globes of your breasts. You were already as uncomfortable as it is, this dress didn’t make it any easier to act normal.

So you had to endure walking in these deadly shoes of torture, whilst clad in nothing but a scanty material with makeup painting your entire face. Great. What had you gotten yourself into? Damn you, Natasha.

You and Nat were walking arm in arm to the bar where “The Howling Commandos” were performing. That’s the name of the band that Natasha’s boyfriend was in. They have been a group for 5 years now, they had been doing this since they were in high school. Clint and the rest of the members were several years older than you and Nat. As soon as they graduated, they decided that they wanted to keep making music rather than working mundane, dead-end jobs.

Yep, Natasha told you that much.

Clint and Nat had been dating for two years now. They rarely saw each other due to the band’s packed schedule. Although, they would FaceTime each other every night, talking about each other’s days. You heard it all, from their most disgustingly adorable flirtations, to the most inappropriate, not so PG-13 confession.

They would literally pretend to smooch one another through the screen when you were doing your homework or when you had your nose deep in a book. You’d try to cover your ears by putting on your earbuds and turning up the volume so you could give them privacy but also, you didn’t wanna hear them talking about what they wanted to do to each other if both of them were here.

You knew Clint well enough to not feel like you were meeting a complete stranger. Natasha would often tell you to say hi to him and she had told you a lot of wonderful things to Clint. Clint would often talk about the band too on the phone, how someone called “Bucky” would piss him off by stealing his leftover sandwich. Or someone called “Sam” would often interrupt their chat by reminding him that it was soundcheck time.

“I gotta go, babe. Sammy’s not gonna stop yelling.”

“Aw, okay, tell the boys I say hi! Love you.”

“Love you too, baby.”

It’s like a daily podcast for you every night.

The dive bar where The Howling Commandos were performing thankfully wasn’t that far from your dorm. Natasha was super thrilled when Clint told them that they were going to perform here. They were finally able to see each other after a while, and because this was going to be their last gig until they come back with a new album, he said he was going to stay and spend some time with Nat.

You were happy for both of them. You’d never say it out loud but, a part of you was secretly jealous of their love. They managed to maintain such a fun, loving, and healthy relationship despite the distance and differences. Natasha once told you that she was never one to settle with a man for too long but, Clint changed the game for her. You smiled at the thought. They were genuinely in love. If you were to find yourself a boyfriend, you wanted the type of love that they had.

But not tonight. You were okay with being single. Just because a part of you wanted what Clint & Nat had, doesn’t mean that you actually need it or you’d die. You were too much of a goal-oriented person to be chasing over something that should come naturally. You had grown so comfortable in being alone, that you stopped desiring love so much. It wasn’t getting you anywhere. So you lived your life, being grateful for your friends and family. You invested your time in your education and passion. You were content.

When you arrived at the bar, the room was full with a crowd. You walked in with Natasha trying to make a space for yourself so you could walk through them. You could barely anything else due to the number of bodies blocking your view. Natasha held your hand as she took the lead and fought through the crowd to get to the front, where she could get the best view.

There was a blonde-haired woman standing on the front, so close to where the band were going to play. When Natasha slightly grazed her whilst trying to stand next to her, she didn’t look the slightest bit happy. She glared at Natasha as Natasha noticed. She glared back at her.

“Excuse me, there’s more space in the back, maybe you can stand there instead of cutting through the line.”

“Excuse you, miss. I’m dating the band’s drummer, so I can stand wherever I want, thank you very much. If you don’t like that, then the exit is right there.” She pointed to the door of where we walked in from.

The blonde woman rolled her eyes as she folded her arms against her chest. After you stared at her reaction, you realized that you actually know her. She was in the same social science class with you. You had never really talked to her because she often sat in the back and immediately left after the class was done, but you remembered her name. Her name was Dottie Underwood. Your classmates called her Dot. The ones that she liked anyway.

You decided to stay quiet and let it pass. It’s not like she even recognized you even if you start a chat with her. You don’t think it was a good idea either since she and Nat literally just snarked at each other. You directed your sight to the stage and waited for the famous Howling Commandos to appear.

One of the spotlights turned and highlighted a man walking on stage before he talked into the microphone at the centre. “And now, ladies and gentlemen, a group of brilliant lads, that make all the ladies go feral wherever they go, and their showstopping music are going to make us sing and jump tonight. Please welcome, The Howling Commandos!”

The crowd roared with cheers, the sounds of their enthusiasm filled the atmosphere. Their claps were jovially in sync as four, drop-dead gorgeous young men stepped into the stage as their presence shifted the energy in the room.

The first one was a blonde-haired with breathtaking bone structure, forming a ridiculously handsome face. His hair shone under the spotlight like the sun amidst the clear sky. He had an amiable demeanour about him. His smile was gentle and welcoming. He waved to the crowd and stood directly behind the microphone.

The second one to walk in was a dark-skinned man with an undeniable charisma oozing out of him. He had a neatly trimmed beard that only added to his spicy appeal. His smile was radiant as he also waved the crowd. He stood on the left side of the stage, a couple of steps behind Steve who was apparently the lead singer.

The third one to walk in was Clint. He was everything Nat described him to be. Placid and nonchalant. His smile was amenable as he greeted the crowd. He walked directly to the background, where the drumset was placed. He sat down on the drummer’s chair as he picked up the sticks he was going to play with.

The last one to enter was a literal Disney prince coming to life. His prominent boyish charm completely bedazzled you. His blue eyes gleamed under the spotlight as they lingered on you for a second. He immediately shifted his gaze as he kept walking towards the right side of the stage, but you swore that when he caught you staring dumbfoundedly at him, you could see the flash of a quick smirk on his face.

He only nodded to the crowd as he confidently picked up the bass guitar that was previously placed on the floor and put on the leather straps around his neck. His eyes turned back to you as you found yourself still bluntly staring at him. Something about him just enchanted you. He had that boy-next-door charm about him but also, a bad boy persona that was irresistibly enticing.

That flash of smirk that you saw earlier resurfaced and it was getting harder for you to pay attention to anyone or anything else in the room other than him. His gaze grew more intense as the noises of the crowd faded into the background. You were lost in this lethal game of eye contact until Natasha accidentally elbowed you by screaming her lungs out to respond to the lead singer’s introduction.

“Good evening, SHIELD’s Nest! How are we feeling tonight?” The lead singer vivified the crowd. They responded with a reassuring reaction. “I’m Steve Rogers and these are my buddies,” he turned his head to the left, as he started introducing the other band members. “The handsome guy right there is Sam, and in the back, there’s Clint, our brilliant drummer boy and this ladies’ charmer right here is Bucky.” As he pointed to the magnetic man who had held your attention hostage since he first walked in.

“And we are The Howling Commandos.” He paused for a second before carrying on with his prelude. “Alright, so the first song that we’re going to play tonight is called ‘Rusted Love’. Enjoy.” Steve removed his mouth from behind the microphone and started cueing the band to play. “1,2…”

Sam and Bucky started strumming the first few notes as a few people cheered. Then Clint jumped in, flaunting his talent in mastering the drum with his sticks. The energy in the room felt more energized as people started moving a part of their bodies. Then Steve amazed the room with his sultry voice, singing the words that echoed through the Sound system of the bar.

“I’m a flying kite in a hurricane, you paralyzed me with your touch and your lips got me addicted…” Steve shut his eyes, relishing the rune. You had a feeling that those lyrics wouldn’t just stay lyrics tonight…

They played another four songs that night. The crowd danced, jumped and screamed the words to their song passionately. You, on the other hand, was probably the most tranquil person in the crowd. You didn’t really know much about the band, let alone their music. So when everyone was constantly pushing you because they were too lost in the moment, you eventually tried to get out of the crowd and sat on the bar instead. Natasha was also too lost in supporting her boyfriend, that she almost didn’t notice you leaving.

Through the vibration of the crowd and the music, you had to really lean in to get Natasha’s attention and to get her to hear you. “Nat! I’m gonna sit in the back and wait there. I’m a little thirsty.” She had a giant smile on her face due to the zest the band inflicted. “Okay!” She yelled back, then carried on with her foxy moves.

You struggled to walk through the crowd, trying to not step on anyone’s feet as you made your way to the barstool. What you didn’t notice was, Bucky’s disappointed on his face when he saw you walking out on him. He noticed that you weren’t exactly as thrilled as anyone else. Although, he noticed your stolen glances as you shied away from him when he stared back. He even tried to wink at you once but you immediately looked to the floor, hiding away your blush. He swore he saw the way your cheeks reddened. Not that he wasn’t used to getting that reaction anyway…

You exhaled a breath of relief as you finally broke out of the congested mass of people. You sat on the barstool as you ordered a glass of rum and you waited as the music still reverberated robustly in your ears. You sat there as you started looking through your Instagram. Nat’s icon was the first one to appear in the row and you clicked it to see what you were expecting. She recorded a video of the band, then zoomed in to Clint, as he was ardently drumming the beat.

She put on a heart eyes and fire emoji with the text; “that’s my man!”. The next one was her and you singing along to the second song they played that night. You were able to actually mouth the words after they played the last chorus and you were a quick learner, so you memorized the repeated words easily after the third time. You scrolled through your feed a few more minutes until your order finally arrived.

“Enjoy, miss.” The waiter winked at you. He was probably in his mid-20s, he had warm brown eyes and a sweet smile. His dark hair was slicked back as you stared a little longer than you should. He was obviously attractive, but, you didn’t say anything back to him. You just smiled back in a friendly manner and uttered silenced thanks.

After sitting by yourself for about a half and an hour, like all good things, the show must come to an end. Steve Rogers concluded the show with a final thank you and goodnight as the spotlight shut down, like the drapes closing over a theatrical show. The crowd clapped and some of them started leaving, while others immediately went to the bar to quench the thirst from screaming along to volatile rock music and jumping up and down, getting lost in the tune.

Natasha patted your back as she jumped on the empty chair next to you. Thank God, she was quick on her feet, otherwise, she wouldn’t have been able to get a seat. “Hey! God, I need a full shot of whiskey right now.”

“Yeah, go crazy.”

She scoffed. “Huh. As if that wasn’t crazy enough, back there.” She signalled the bartender to make an order. “So, what do you think? That was fun, right?” The cute bartender from earlier walked to her as he asked her what would she like to drink and she quickly replied.

“Yeah, they’re pretty good.”

“Pretty good? They’re damn talented. Especially the drummer back there. He totally killed it.”

“Yeah, okay, they are amazing. But you know their music isn’t my kind of music, so can’t say I really enjoyed it that much.”

“Okay, but you must’ve at least enjoyed the view, right? Don’t think I didn’t catch you and bass boy making several eye contacts back there.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You took another sip of your glass to cover your embarrassment.

“Oh my God, you totally do! Look at you blushing!”

“I’m not!”

“Yes, you are! Admit it! You like Bucky, don’t you?” She playfully pushed you to tease you.

“Oh my God, shut up Nat! You’re causing a scene!” You tried to lower yourself, now that you’re able to speak in a normal volume.

“Nope, I won’t stop until you admit it. Don’t worry, y/n, Bucky’s always been a charmer, so I totally get your attraction.”

That caused a peculiar sickness in your chest. It’s not like you were falling in love with Bucky, no. You didn’t even know him enough to like him. He may be an eye-candy but if he’s really as “charming” as everyone is saying, then that means, he’s one of those dangerous fuckboys that you should avoid at all cost. Because that means, he’s probably only going to manipulate you into thinking that he really cares for you, when in reality, he only wanted to get in your pants. Nope, not gonna happen to you. You weren’t going to be a new notch in his belt.

“Well, then that means he is bad news and that gives me even more reason to feel anything but attraction toward him.”

“Oh, no, y/n, I don’t mean it like that. He’s really sweet, and he’s always been the most chill one in the group. Trust me, you’re gonna love him. Just, give him a chance first, alright? I’ve known him long enough to know that he’s into you.”

“Into me? Nat, he doesn’t even know my name.”

“He will.” She winked again, as she took a sip of her whiskey.

Not long after that, Clint appeared from behind, without Nat realizing. He surprised her by wrapping her waist from behind as he whispered into her ears; “how’s my best girl?” Nat was slightly stunned but as soon as she realized it was her boyfriend, her expression instantly turned into a joyful one. “Hi, baby!” They immediately smooched as she wrapped her arms around his neck while standing face to face now.

“Did you like the show?”

“I loved the show, you guys killed it as always. Oh, and by the way, this is y/n, my number one bestie and the best roommate anyone could ever ask for. Now you finally meet her in person!” Her excitement was genuine.

“Hi, y/n! Heard so many great things about you, but you probably can’t say the same, huh?”

“No, actually I can. Nat wouldn’t stop talking about you every night even when I’m blatantly ignoring her.” You joked.

“Well, is that right?” He looked at Nat to assess the truth on her face.

“Yep,” you carried on. “She would say you’re hot, funny and kind, and all these wonderful things. Including the ones that I’m not supposed to hear.”

They laughed. They kissed once more, as Clint stood next to her seat, ordering a drink for himself. Next to you, you could hear Nat saying, “oh, where are the boys? Are they not thirsty?”

“They’re just packing up, babe, they’re gonna join us in a few.”

“Good, ‘cause I think there’s someone y/n would like to meet.” She teasingly wiggled her eyebrows at you, as you sent her a murderous glare. Your lips silently mouthed, “what the fuck?” but Clint picked up her tone and he quickly got the message.

“Oooh, who is it? Is it Steve, Bucky, Sam? Just let me know which one you like and I’ll deliver them at your door tonight, y/n. They’re all single and ready to mingle anytime now.”

You laughed nervously. “No, no, no, no. Nat’s just saying shit.”

She turned her head to her boyfriend and shook it. “No, I’m not. She and Bucky practically eye fucked on stage.”

You instantly slapped her arm, staring deadly into her eyes. “Ouch!” She put her hand on the spot that you struck, even though it wasn’t even that hard. Classic Nat. Dramatic as always. “Nat, you can’t just–”

Before you even managed to finish your sentence, she darted her eyes to somewhere behind you as she pointed at whatever got her distracted. “Oh, here they are!” She smirked. She raised her eyebrows at you before she stood on her feet and hugged the anticipated men.

“Hey, guys! Killer show back there!” Nat started hugging Sam and he kissed her cheek, and then she moved onto Steve and the last one to join was Bucky. You muttered ‘shit’ to yourself as you pondered on how you should act. Should you act like nothing ever happened during the show between you two? Or were you going to address the elephant in the room, and just straight up flirt with him, now that he wasn’t being so closely watched anymore?

You didn’t know which would be the best option so you just took a big gulp and drank down the entire glass of Rum you had left. Maybe if you were less sober, you wouldn't excessively overthink. You weren’t even sure whether he was really staring at you or not. For all you knew, he could be staring at another beautiful girl in the crowd that was standing beside or behind you. And if you act impulsively now, this would be like that cheesy moment on Rom-Coms, where a girl waved back to the guy who she thought was waving at her but it turns out, he was actually waving at another girl who was coming from the same direction as her.

Nope, you weren’t going to be that girl.

So you just smiled and nodded along as Natasha introduced you to the rest of the boys. You didn’t want to be rude so you sat on your chair, facing them with an interested look, even though all you wanted to do was just shrink and leave this goddamn place.

“Hey guys, here’s my bomb-ass bestie slash roomie. Her name’s y/n! Isn’t she stunning?”

When Steve was about to offer his hand to you, Sam immediately inserted himself in front of you and Steve. “Well, hello, good-lookin’. Can I buy you a drink?” Sam, being the cool dude he was, he leaned back against the bar counter on his elbows as he shamelessly flirted with you.

“Nope, thank you. I just had one.”

“Oh, you look like you could use another one. Here, let me get that for you.” He cued the bartender to make an order and you instantly tried to stop him, telling him that it wasn't necessary, but it looks like the bartender was already taking his order for you.

And then, out of nowhere, Bucky suddenly stooped in like a hero. “Hey, Sam, why don’t you back off? This one’s mine, alright?” That elicited a questioning look out of you. “Mine?” He didn’t even know you.

“Oh wait, so this is the one you told us about in the dressing room?” What the hell? You thought. They were talking about you as if you weren’t there at all.

“Yep, so why don’t you fuck off and get out of here before I get myself drunk enough to shit on your bed?” His tone was menacing but you could tell that this was a normal, daily conversation between the two.

“Jeez, alright. I’mma leave. You don’t need to wave your dick all over my face.” Before Sam moved to another spot, he patted you on the back and said, “good luck.”

What? What the hell was that for? The bartender came in with your order and served another glass of Rum right in front of you.

“You don’t need to drink that if you don’t want to.” He carefully spoke to you, as if he was trying to not scare you away.

“No, I think I need to. Tonight’s been a pretty crazy night.” You took a sip, the cold drink felt nice on your tongue.

He chuckled. “Yeah, tell me about it.”

“Oh, how crazy can it be for you? Isn’t this like, what you do, every night?”

“Yeah, but, you never really get used to it, you know? Sometimes you just wanna sit in the bar and have a nice talk with a pretty gal and hide in the booth or something.”

That… Warmed up your heart. Damn, if this is his way of flirting, it was truly working. You could see now why everyone was calling him ‘a charmer.’ He really had a way with words. And stares. His baby blues really know how to captivate you and froze you on spot.

“I’m Bucky, by the way.” He offered his hand to shake yours.

“I’m y/n.” You shook it with a smile.

“Did you like the show?” He asked.

“Gotta be honest with you, buddy, your music isn’t exactly my kind of music. But you guys were awesome.”

He paused for a moment as if he was contemplating what he was going to say next. “Think I got a little distracted up there.”

“Oh yeah? Why is that?”

“Cause there was this pretty lady in a red dress that I couldn’t take my eyes off of.” His gaze even grew more intense now. He was looking at you like you were the only thing in the room. Then his eyes darted to your lips, as he licked his. And before you knew it, he started inching his face closer to yours as he held his gaze on your plump, painted lips, while you could feel his breath more and more as the seconds went by.

And then… His lips were on yours. It’s like the clock just stopped ticking and every noise faded into the background and you were the only two people in the room. His lips felt soft against yours, and the way he licked your bottom lip made your head spin. You ajarred your mouth to let his tongue enter as it got tangled with yours.

You were aware that Nat, Clint and Steve who were having a conversation are now watching you like hawks, but you couldn’t care less. Not when Bucky’s hands grabbed your face, so he could have more control over your mouth. You were practically out of breath by the time he looked into your eyes, that are now slightly darker than a few seconds ago. He loved the sight of you, with your lips slightly swollen.

“Let’s go somewhere more secluded.” You could only nod and then took his hand after he offered you his as you got off the stool. He led the way and you couldn’t help but notice the glances that were thrown by several women along the way. They were staring at him with incontrovertible full of hunger eyes, one even shamelessly put her hand on his shoulder, as she coquettishly smiled at him. Bucky only smiled back and nodded at her but he kept walking with you in his hand.

Even if you were practically a pair, you felt invisible. Everyone’s eyes were on you, but not precisely on you. This must’ve been something normal to him, you thought. You weren’t used to big crowds and inundated with attention, and you weren’t used with unquestionably holding a stranger’s hand and letting him take you wherever he had in mind. But you did anyway, and you weren’t having second thoughts.

Bucky led you to the cramped lavatory and locked the door. The lack of space made it even harder for you to breathe when Bucky was this close to you. He pressed his body to yours, as he kissed you once more. Slowly, but you felt the spell in your bones. “All I could think about on stage was tasting those luscious lips.”

You were spellbound by his magic. You could barely speak another word when his baby blue eyes were looking at you so intensely like that. But you gathered every cell in your body to utter the words anyway, “do it again, then.” You boldly challenged him.

He grinned a Cheshire cat smile. He grabbed your face again and eagerly consume you with his mouth. He then moved his hands to the back of your thighs to elevate you onto the sink. He put his hand on your thigh and the other hand went to the back of your head as he grabbed a fistful of your hair, while still kissing you even deeper.

He pulled away to stare at your distraught state and asked the question, “can I touch you?”

You licked your lips, as you nodded. “Please.” His mouth was on yours again, as the hand that was on your thigh moved to the bottom your dress, delicately inserted his fingers to feel you against your red lace panties. You could feel yourself growing wetter and wetter as he motions his fingers in circle harder.

Your breath quickened. Your mind was getting hazy as the second passes by. The right strep of your dress had fallen off of your shoulder, and Bucky utilized that opportunity to pull down the other strap and he began groping your breast, tenderly pinching your nipple. That elicited a petite yelp out of you. He groped your breast once more as he was still toying with your nipple.

He began kissing your neck, shortly finding your sensitive spot as you threw your head back. You shuddered. Your hands grabbed his hair, wanting to feel him closer. “Bu- Bucky… Please. I need to feel you.”

You didn’t wait for his response and immediately lifted up his shirt. You were stunned by the sight under the dimmed light of the bathroom. Clothes really didn’t do this man any justice. He should never be allowed to wear any coverups, ever again now that you had seen him. He was sculpted by the Gods themselves. His biceps felt robust in your dainty hands and the V-shaped line on his hips led to somewhere you really wanted to wrap your lips around.

Your hands quickly zipped down his jeans and his boxer along with it, and you didn’t hesitate in feeling his throbbing member right there, right then. It felt tremendous in your trembling hands, and you felt it getting harder with every stoke of your palm.

“Oh, fuck, doll, don’t stop.” His voice was raspy in your ears. It was the sexiest goddamn sound you had ever heard.

“Yeah, just like that. Go faster, doll.” He sucked your earlobe and his hand fisted your hair, making a mess out of it. You didn’t mind one bit. You wanted to be a mess for him and only for him. You somehow still managed to pamper him with all the senses you had left, even if your mind was clouded with every part of him.

“Bucky, put it in me. Please.” You begged with a quavering voice.

“Your wish is my command, doll.” In a second, he pushed into you and it sent an electrifying jolt all over your nerves. You threw your head back in mingled pain and pleasure. He felt even more full now that he was fully seated inside you. He lifted you from the sink and pushed you to the wall on the opposite.

You circled your arms around his neck as your back was slammed against the concrete. Then Bucky began thrusting vigorously. You shut your eyes and moaned his name. Bucky, on the other hand, didn’t. He kept his eyes wide open to watch you with full attention. He loved seeing the way you were drunk in him. The way you forgot your name more and more every time he slammed back into you.

He loved the squelching noises ringing in his ears, better than the melody he was used to creating in the studio. The sound of your heartbeat was far more gratifying than the way Clint played his drum. Oh, how he could write an entire album solely about you in this state alone.

“You feel so good around me, doll. So. Fucking. Tight.” Your moans became louder with his filthy words in your ears.

“I’m gonna make you mine.” This time, his voice was sultry. It was rather beguiling than mortifying.

His hips kept moving and out of you with a vehement tempo, and then just like that, you crumbled. You screamed your pleasure, not caring if anyone could hear you. Bucky was still moving, trying to reach his own climax. Shortly, he was with you. He unleashed his cum deep inside you, adding the mess that was dripping all over your thighs.

You were a beautiful mess. And Bucky loved it.

After a few minutes, coming down from your high, you breathed into Bucky’s neck, not wanting for it to be over yet. You were a little scared that Bucky was going to walk out and pretend nothing ever happened between you. You didn’t know how many bathroom stalls Bucky had brought different women to and fucked them silly right there. You had a lot do unravel about him, yet, you weren’t certain whether he wanted to let you in or not.

“You okay?” Bucky whispered into your ear. You only nodded, still a little hazy from ecstasy.

“I’m gonna put you down now, yeah?”

“Okay.” He slowly set you on your feet, as he was still staring at your face. You leaned against the wall, trying not to collapse. Bucky picked up his shirt and put it back on along with his jeans and boxer.

“Let’s get out of here.” Bucky offered you his hand, like the gentleman that he was as if he hadn't just fucked you into oblivion in a public restroom.

You took his hand with a smile. You didn’t know what was going to happen after you walk out of the door, but you were going to savour every second of being in his arm if this was going to be last time you’ll ever see him.

You went home with a contented smile on your face. You were like a teenage girl who had just been asked to prom by her crush. How could you not, when Bucky offered to walk you home and left a kiss on your cheek before he called it a night?

Natasha was going to stay at Clint’s hotel, so you were supposed to walk home alone. You knew eventually this was going to happen but Natasha and Clint used it as a reason so Bucky and you would spend the night together too. You didn’t mind one bit, though. You wanted to elongate your time with Bucky and your wish was granted.

You offered him to come inside and stay for a little while, you were secretly hoping that you could go for the second round, but Bucky only chuckled and shook his head.

“Not tonight, doll. I ain’t that kinda man. And you need rest. But I’ll call you tomorrow, yeah?” Then you and Bucky exchanged your numbers and he waited until you were really gone from his sight.

You walked up to your dorm with butterflies in your stomach and sparks fly all trailing over your footsteps. Thank God, Natasha wasn’t here. If she were, she would’ve relentlessly teased you all night and made you admit that she was right to coerce you to come.

And you would’ve had to admit that she was right. And you didn’t like admitting that you were wrong.

But tonight, you were going to admit it to yourself though. Sometimes, doing something that frightens you the most would endue you in ways you couldn’t possibly imagine.

And you were going to thank your lucky stars tonight for embedding Natasha Romanoff in your life because, without her, you would’ve stayed in your shell and Bucky could’ve fucked someone else in that restroom instead of you.

That might’ve happened in another universe, but not tonight. Tonight it was you and you were really hoping that you were going to see him again in your dreams tonight. You had one taste of him and it wasn’t enough.

Bucky texted you not long after you took a shower.

“Dreaming of me, yet?” Wink emoji.

“Well, if I were, I wouldn’t be texting you right now, would I?”

“That’s true, but at least you’d be drenching your sheets because of me and I don’t think I have a problem with that.”

“I don’t need you to do that, maybe I can use some toys in my drawers tonight. They seem pretty bored.” Thinking emoji.

“Oh, doll, you are killing me here…” Drool emoji.

“You like it.”

“I do.”

“Goodnight, Bucky.”

“Goodnight, doll. Thinking of you here.”

You turned off your phone and the screen went black. You changed into your pyjamas and washed off the remnants of your makeup and let the slumber take over you.

Bucky’s face loomed over you, somewhere in a fancy balcony, the view of the city stretching over, added to the beauty of the scenery. He was wearing a navy blue suit with a white dress shirt and no tie. The first couple of buttons were unbuttoned, giving you a majestic picture that he was. His hands that were in his pockets, took yours as you exerted yours to him.

He leaned in with a bright smile under his stubbly face, his blue eyes sparkled like Sirius star.

“Fly with me, doll.”

“What if I fall?”

“Then I’ll catch you.”

520 notes · View notes

aesthetic-angel612 · 3 years

Text

MASTERLIST

Feel free to message me requests or if you just want a friend. Im always here☺️🤎

I currently write about: Sebastian Stan; Bucky Barnes; Loki; Tom Hiddleston; Brad Simpson...(this may grow☺️)

Sebastian Stan (WIP)

Set in love(complete)

Y/N is an up and coming actress, so far only accomplishing small background roles in shows. But when a role is a new movie is a possibility, what will stop her getting the role. Maybe a crush on a certain actor? Where 2 co stars fall in love.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Final

After all these years

You and Sebastian have been beat friends for years, but what happens when flirting leads to love?

Bucky Barnes(WIP)

The 4 stages of hate to love

Y/N and Bucky despise each other. But what will sleep, showers and mission do to resolve that?

Secrets

Love is an amazing emotion, but it can also be very scary. Bucky and You are besotted with each other... yet only you know.

Breaking down contact barriers

Bucky was never a physical contact type guy, not even a handshake. Y/N was the opposite, but her powers slowly break his barriers.

Brad Simpson(WIP)

Loki (not currently writing)

'most fascinating view I've ever seen in all my 1000 years alive'-Loki

Loki is new to the Avengers compound and lays his eyes on a view he cannot seem to deny.

Tom Hiddleston (not currently writing)

How is there traffic at 4am?

Tom and Y/N are dating, but with Toms busy schedule, late nights waiting and sleepy cuddling are common.

71 notes · View notes

ofstarsandvibranium · 5 years

Text

It's Gonna Be Me

Fandom: Marvel (Boyband AU)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: Who'd have thought that you, a fan, would end up being the girlfriend of THE Bucky Barnes.

A/N: yes, i did use a 1D song. I miss them, okay?! and this is shit and i word vomitted all of this. so sorry if this sucks!

“I can’t believe we’re finally here!” your friend Wanda squealed. The VIP pass swinging around her neck, one similar hanging from yours. You remember when you first heard about the band SHIELD. You were fifteen and they were just a few years older than you. They disbanded when they were in their early twenties and you were so sad. But now they’re having a reunion tour and when you heard about that, you and Wanda jumped at the opportunity. You both purchased VIP tickets because money can be replaced, experiences can’t.

Now your fifteen year old self is bubbling inside. With your grab bags hanging from your wrists, you and Wanda get in line for a meet and greet. This just might be the best day of your life.

___________________________

This was the first stop of the SHIELD reunion tour. The guys, now all much older, are back in the game and trying to get the hang of it all over again.

Sam, aka the flirty one, was scrolling through the band’s twitter hashtag #SHIELDReunionTour. Every so often he’d like and comment on people’s tweets.

Steve, the sensitive one, was strumming his guitar, trying to get back in the groove of playing in front of hundreds and thousands of screaming fans.

Scott, the goofy one, was in the corner bonding with his daughter, Cassie. He became a father towards the end of the band’s career. He took that time to be there for his now ex-wife and daughter. She was his world.

Thor, the gym buff one, was actually munching on the snacks the venue provided for them. Man, that guy could eat!

Lastly, Bucky, the bad boy one, was scrolling through instagram under the reunion tour hashtag. Like Sam, he’s like and comment on people’s posts, mostly attractive women. Bucky used to be quite the troublemaker when he was younger, earning the title of bad boy of the group as well as player. But now that he’s older and much more mature, he’d like to move on from that. He wants to settle down. He’s tired of the games and flings. He wants to find someone who means something to him and he means something to them. All of the other guys have their significant others. He’s the last one. Who knows, maybe he’ll meet that person at one of their concerts.

_____________________

You were scrolling through instagram when you received two notification. Tapping on the heart tab, you look at the top of the notifications. When you see who liked your photo, your heart dropped.

Bucky Barnes, THE Bucky Barnes, liked AND commented on your photo in front of tonight’s venue.

imbuckybarnes commented: looking good! see you at the meet and greet! ;)

You squealed, slapping Wanda’s shoulder, “Oh my God! Oh my God! Bucky Barnes liked and commented on my photo!” you showed her the post and her eyes grew.

“Aaahh! I’m so happy for you!”

You opened your mouth to say something else, but a loud roar of screams broke out. Both you and Wanda looked towards the meet and greet area and saw that the guys had indeed come out.

“It’s starting!!” Wanda squealed, bringing up her phone to take as many pictures as she could. As the line began to move, you became more and more nervous. Oh Gosh, you were really going to meet your idols!

___________________

Bucky doesn’t understand how he was able to handle the crowds and meet and greets when he was younger. But then again, he was getting used to the fame and he was loving all of the attention. Now, not so much. Don’t get him wrong, he still smiled and acted polite with everyone he encountered, but it was overwhelming for him now.

Steve, his best friend, looked at him and noticed his straining smile. After another fan walked away, he asked, “You okay?”

Bucky let out a deep breath and a nod, “Yeah, it’s-it’s just been a while.”

His best friend snorted, “Tell me about it. Haven’t gotten this much attention since Peg and I visited her family in London.” he gave a reassuring pat on the shoulder, “If it becomes too much, just let us know. We’ll take a break. It’s okay, Buck.”

He smiled and chatted to every fan that came and went. When they got to about the middle of the line, he was really starting to feel the toll it was taking on him. While the two women were talking to Sam and Steve, he took a moment to step a bit to the side and do some breathing exercises while his eyes roamed the line. They eventually landed on you, who was giving him a concerned look. He remembers you from when he was scrolling through instagram. There was something about your face that seemed so memorable to him. That picture you posted didn’t do you justice. You were a lot more beautiful in person.

He gave a small smile and a wave, earning a wave back. He watched as you pulled out a bottle of water from your bag and you silently offered it to him.

He shook his head, “It’s alright.”

“You look like you need it. Here. It’s unopened, so I promise I didn’t fill it with drugs or toxic chemicals,” you comment playfully.

Bucky chuckled and he reached out, taking the water, “Thanks.” He took a few gulps and then set the bottle to the side, getting back to meeting and greeting the fans.

_________________

“You just spoke to Bucky Barnes!” Wanda and a few other women around you said excitedly. Your body was completely shaking. Today was just filled with surprises for you and they all came in the form of Bucky Barnes.

Your body continued to shake as you came closer and closer to the front of the line. Your eyes kept meeting Bucky’s every time his eyes wandered down the line. Whenever you’d have eye contact, both of you would look away. The warmth in your cheeks growing hotter.

“We’re next. Oh my gosh. We’re next!” Wanda was bouncing on her feet. As soon as the staff member gave you two the okay, Wanda threw her things to the side and rushed forward to Scott, who was her favorite. The guys as well as you chuckled.

You calmly set your things with Wanda’s and followed the line of your idols, hugging each one and saying how nice it was to meet them. After Wanda hugged them all, she went back to her stuff and pulled out the crystal necklaces she made them. Wanda was a wiccan and thoroughly believed that these crystals had healing properties.

The last one for you to hug was Bucky. Wow, you really couldn’t believe that you were here in front of him. In the flesh.

“Hi,” he says with a warm smile.

“H-Hi!” you squeaked out and then cleared your throat, “I-I mean hi.” you say in a lower, regular tone.

He chuckled, his head ducking down oh so adorably, “Thanks for the water earlier. I really needed it.”

You shrugged, “No problem. Are you alright though?”

“Yeah, I just-”

“Yo, Barnes! Pay attention, man!” Sam calls out, popping the bubble that you and Bucky were in.

You both apologized and turned to face the camera. Bucky’s arm went around your waist and he pulled you close. You could definitely feel your face getting extremely warm.

Wanda grabbed her things as well as yours, handing them to you with a smirk. You hugged the guys one last time, “Thanking them for your time.”

Bucky was the last one you hugged, “I’ll see you out there,” he says with a shy smile.

You nodded, “I’ll be in the front row on the left, your right. If you so happen to be on the look out for me,” you say flirtatiously and honestly, where the hell did that come from?

Bucky giggled and nodded, “I’ll keep and eye out for you. Enjoy the show, doll,” he gave you a wink and waved as you and Wanda walked away.

Before the next set of fans came up, all of the guys were immediately teasing Bucky. He could feel himself blushing as he swats the guys’ hands away, “Cut it out, guys!”

“Ooouuuu, Barnes got all heart eyes for that girl! Why didn’t you get her number?!” Sam asked.

Steve rolled his eyes at Sam, “We’re working Sam. Now’s not the time to be picking up women.”

He scoffed, “When has that ever stopped him?”

Bucky shook his head, “I’m not like that anymore and you know that, Wilson. Anyway, she’s just nice. That’s all.”

Sam as well as Thor and Scott gave him the ‘bitch, please’ look and then continued on with the meet and greet.

____________________

As soon as Bucky stepped on stage, dressed in an all white ensemble like the rest of the guys, his eyes travelled to the right side of the stage, looking down at the front row. A big smile appeared on his face when he spotted you. As he sang along to the opening song, he pointed at you and gave you a wink. You stared up at him all dreamy eyed while Wanda screamed in excitement for you.

The rest of concert continued that way. Whenever Bucky had the chance, he’s wander in your direction. He’d interact with the fans around you, trying not to put too much attention on you, in case anyone became suspicious.

When it came to the second half of the show, all of the guys sat in stools in the middle of the stage.

Sam began to walk around the stage while the guys got settled, “Alright, ladies and gentlemen, now for this song, we’re gonna pick one lucky fan to help us out. Now who wants to come up here?” a roar of shouts and cries filled the stadium and he clapped his hands together, “Wow. That’s a lot of you. Let’s see.” he wandered to the left and his eyes searched through the crowd. He began moving to the middle and then the right, people crying out their disappointments. Then, he saw you. You made eye contact and he pointed right at you, “How ‘bout you, beautiful?”

Wanda and the women around you cheered and screamed, pushing you towards the security guard who was to escort you to stage.

Bucky’s eyes widened and he looked to the rest of the guys, all were smirking and snickering. They planned it!

Sam met you at the steps leading up to the stage, offering his hand, “M’lady!” you set your hand in his and followed him down the stage and onto the middle stool in between them, “Your throne, m’lady!”

You nervously sit down and Steve smiles beside you, “Hi there! What’s your name?”

“Y-Y/N,” you stutter into the mic that Steve holds out to you.

“Nice to meet you, well, see you again, Y/N. We saw you at the meet and greet, correct?”

“Yup!” you squeaked. You could feel your nerves getting the best of you. Your entire body was shaking and you were sitting in front of hundreds of people!

“Well, Y/N, thank you for coming up here. I hope you can help us out with this next song we’re gonna sing,” he shoots you a polite smile and then goes to strumming his guitar. As soon as the chords are heard, the crowd all cheer for the song.

Scott hops off his stool and sings first, approaching you and putting his arm around your shoulder:

Your hand fits in mine like it's made just for me But bear this mind it was meant to be And I'm joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks And it all makes sense to me

As Scott walks back to his spot, Steve continues the next verse, looking up from his guitar and eyes bearing into yours, like you’re the only woman in the room:

I know you've never loved the crinkles by your eyes when you smile You've never loved your stomach or your thighs The dimples in your back at the bottom of your spine But I'll love them endlessly

Then all of them joined in singing the chorus:

I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth But if I do, it's you, oh it's you, they add up to I'm in love with you and all these little things

On the other side of you, Thor leaned over, grabbing your hand as he sang:

You can't go to bed without a cup of tea Maybe that's the reason that you talk in your sleep And all those conversations are the secrets that I keep Though it makes no sense to me

Sam then proceeded to walk over to you all goofily and seductively, making you laugh:

I know you've never loved the sound of your voice on tape You never want to know how much you weigh You still have to squeeze into your jeans But you're perfect to me

Again, all of the men, as well as you now, joined in on the chorus:

I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth But if it's true, it's you, it's you, they add up to I'm in love with you and all these little things

You knew this was coming. All of the other guys sang to you, so, of course, Bucky would too!

So he made his way over to you, grabbing your hand and then kissing it, making you nervously bite your lip:

You never love yourself half as much as I love you You'll never treat yourself right darling but I want you to If I let you know, I'm here for you Maybe you'll love yourself like I love you oh

With a wink and another kiss on your hand, he was gone and Steve was singing once more:

I've just let these little things slip out of my mouth Because it's you, oh it's you, it's you they add up to And I'm in love with you (all these little things) I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth But if it's true, it's you, it's you they add up to I'm in love with you, and all your little things

As the last strum of guitar fades, applause and cheers erupt in the stadium. All of the guys stand up and hug you.

Thor’s bellowing, booming voice fills the place, “Let’s give another hand for Y/N for helping us out!!”

Bucky then took the initiative to guide you back down the stage and towards the steps. Because that’s what a gentleman would do and totally not because he just wanted to be around you a little bit longer. Nope. That’s not it at all.

As you go down the steps, you look over your shoulder, a wide grin appearing on your face as Bucky sends a wink and a smile your way. Okay. That just happened.

____________________

A rain of confetti falls upon you and everyone in the front rows after SHIELD finish their last song. They’re waving and thanking everyone for coming. Slowly making their way to the back of the stage for their exit.

“Thank you all so much! You were wonderful!” Steve yelled, waving at the fans.

“We’ll see you next time! Call me!” Sam shouted at one of the fans in the front row. Typical Sam.

You noticed that Bucky was one of the first people to get off stage after waving and thanking a few fans. What you didn’t know was that was because he wanted to speak to one of the backstage security.

“There’s a woman in the front row on our right side of the stage. Her name is Y/N and she has a friend. Tell her to we wanna see her and escort her back.”

The security guard looked at him apprehensively, “What if she already left?”

“I hope not, but please? Do this for me?” Bucky pleaded.

The security nodded and headed around the stage and towards where he believed you would me.

You and Wanda were taking selfies, strings of confetti decorating both of your heads and you were laughing.

“Is there a Y/N here?” your brow furrowed and you lowered your phone when you heard someone asking for you.

You looked behind you to see a security guard asking three women if they were you. You raised your hand, “I’m Y/N. What’s the problem?”

“Can you follow me please?” he asked.

You looked at Wanda, who gave you a shrug. You both collected your things and followed the guard to the back of the stage and into a hall. Wait. What was going on?

“Um, excuse me, where are you taking us?” Wanda spoke up and asked.

“The band wanted to see you, miss.”

You both looked at each other in surprise, mouthing, “What the fuck.”

You both turned the corner and went further down some halls, leading into what was probably the green room. The door was open and you could see the guys in there.

“Here they are,” the security guard announced.

You and Wanda file into the room nervously. Seriously, what was going on?

Bucky immediately scrambled in front of you, “H-Hi.”

“Uh, hi?”

He nervously rubbed the sweaty back of his neck, “Sorry, I, uh-” the guys interrupted him, whistling and hollering teasing remarks. Bucky blushed, “Sorry. I just-I wanted to apologize for Sam bringing you up there. All of the guys were in on it and thought it’d be funny to bring you onstage. Really, I had no idea they were going to do that.”

“Why exactly did they do that?” Wanda vocally voices the question you had in mind.

Bucky cleared his throat, “Uh, well-”

Sam came up beside him, throwing an arm around his shoulders, “’Cause he has a little crush on yooooouuu!” Sam made kissy faces, making the guys laugh.

Bucky shrugged Sam’s arm off, shoving him back, “Alright, knock it off!”

You gave him a playful, questioning gaze, “Do you, Bucky? Do you have a crush on me?”

“Kinda?”

You shake your head in disbelief, “You don’t even know me.”

“I’d like to,” he says softly, he leans in, carefully grabbing your hand, giving you enough time to pull away if you want. You don’t, “We’re here for another three days before we head to the next city. Maybe we can have lunch or dinner somewhere?”

You were absolutely speechless. This was happening? This was really happening? Bucky Barnes, the band member you had a crush on when you were a teenager, was asking you out? What?!

“I-uh-”

“She accepts!” Wanda butts in.

Bucky looks at you, “Do you?”

You slowly nod your head, “Y-Yeah. Sure.”

His face immediately brightens up as he pulls out his phone, “Great! Uh, can I have your number?”

You both exchange numbers while Wanda and the guys all look approvingly at the two of you.

“Um, well, I hope you guys enjoyed the show.”

Wanda nodded, “Oh definitely. Now we gotta walk all the way back to our car, which sucks.”

“Oh!” Bucky pulls off his jacket sets it on your shoulders, “Here, to keep warm,” he then gestures to Scott, who willingly tosses his own jacket to him and Bucky sets it on Wanda’s shoulders, “A parting gift, and a thank you, for taking all this so well.”

“Oh no, thank you!” Wanda said excitedly, making all of you chuckle.

You looked at Bucky, still in a bit of awe, “Um, I guess I’ll talk to you soon?”

“I’ll be awaiting your call, doll,” he says with a smirk. He leans in and pecks your cheek, “Thanks for coming.”

You give him and the rest of the guys a wave. As soon as you’re out of that room, out of sight, and out of earshot, you and Wanda are screaming at the top of your lungs!

You came to the concert to watch meet SHIELD and watch them perform, but you came out with something a whole lot better.

#Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #boyband au #marvel #au

221 notes · View notes

obsessedunicorn24 · 5 years

Text

YESSS!! I would pay to see that 😂

#avengers #sebastian stan #bucky barnes #chris evans #captain america #anthony mackie #falcon #sam wilson #boyband #love them #me: 😍😍😍😍#ily 😘😘😘#i'm in love 😍😍😍

150 notes · View notes

imagineaworld · 3 years

Text

jealous | b.b

pairing : bucky barnes x reader, steve rogers x reader (platonic)

summary : bucky gets jealous of steve

word count : 1.5k

warnings : angst n fluff

Bucky watched from across the gym as Steve was training Y/N. He watched the way Steve put his hands on her body, guiding her movements. He watched the way they laughed together, each laugh felt like it was directed at him.

Not able to bear the sight of them together any longer, he abruptly got up and made a swift exit from the gym.

Bucky hated feeling this way. But he and Y/N were close, and perhaps his feelings had gone beyond just friendly. Clearly, though, Y/N and Steve liked each other. Bucky thought he was no competition for Captain America, as much as it pained him to see Y/N with Steve, at least she seemed happy.

After a shower and a change of clothes, Bucky was feeling better and headed to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. Y/N was sat at the island, munching on some toast as she scrolled through her phone.

“Hiya, Buck,” she beamed, happy to see him.

“Hey, doll,” he said back, glad to have some time alone with her.

He poured himself a cup of hot coffee, offering to pour Y/N one.

“Ooh, yes please.”

He poured her a cup, using her favourite mug with a photo of a boyband along the side. He slid the cup across the island to her before taking a seat next to her.

“Oh, the One Direction mug!” She laughed. “You’re the best, thank you.”

His heart fluttered as her soft laugh rang through him.

For a while, he had thought about telling her about his feelings. But he worried that she wouldn’t feel the same and that he would ruin their friendship by making things awkward. He was reminded of the main reason he wouldn’t tell Y/N about his feelings when Steve walked into the kitchen.

“Hey, Bucky, Y/N,” Steve greeted. “Great session today Y/N.”

“Yeah,” she smiled. “I’m getting better, no?”

Steve laughed. “You’re doing great.”

Bucky’s mood had changed. He shot glares at the back of Steve’s head as he poured a glass of orange juice. Please leave, don’t sit down, Bucky willed.

Y/N nudged Bucky with her arm. He stopped shooting daggers at Steve’s head, looking down at the phone screen Y/N had tilted towards him. On the screen was a picture of a cat, all black apart from its left arm, which was white.

“It’s you as a cat,” Y/N grinned.

Bucky couldn’t help but laugh, forgetting all about Steve’s presence across from them.

“Let’s see,” Steve piped up. Y/N held her phone up to show him. “It looks just like you, Buck,” he laughed.

Suddenly the cat wasn’t funny anymore. Bucky drained his coffee and got up. Dumping his mug in the sink, he stalked out of the kitchen. His and Y/N’s inside joke had been imposed on by Steve, again. He did it before when Y/N had tried to play Bucky a song by that boyband she likes, and Steve had come in and started talking over the song about how he knew the words.

Bucky just wanted to punch something (well, someone, but that would get him in trouble). He wasn’t entirely sure why he was so angry. Perhaps he was angry that Steve had interrupted them. Or maybe he was angry that Y/N was close with Steve. Deep down, he was angry at himself for thinking anyone would choose him over Steve.

Things only got worse. In an attempt to cast out his jealous feelings, he distanced himself from Y/N and Steve. The only problem was, the more he pushed Y/N away, the closer he pushed her to Steve.

"Hey, you," Y/N sauntered into the lounge one afternoon, where Bucky was sat reading. "Wanna go for a walk?"

The sun beamed down outside, hot and bright. Even the open windows Bucky sat beside couldn't cool him down. A walk sounded perfect, but he couldn't bear to be around her for that long.

Instead, he waved his book in the air, not even looking up at her. "Wanna finish this today, sorry."

"That's alright, I'll ask Steve then," Y/N said, seeming a little disappointed. "When you finish it, I can lend you one of my favourites, if you're interested."

"Maybe," Bucky said through gritted teeth. Of course, she would ask Steve. And of course, Bucky was interested in her favourite book, but he couldn't put himself through that.

He finally looked up to see Y/N heading off to find Steve, desperately wishing he'd said yes but too stubborn to change his mind.

That evening, Bucky avoided everyone at dinner, opting to stay in his room in peace. A knock on his door disturbed that peace, but he answered the door nonetheless.

"Hey, Buck," Steve said, hands in the pockets of his jeans. "Can we talk?"

Bucky shrugged, stepping aside to let Steve in, who sat down on the bed. Bucky sat beside him. "What's up?"

"That's what I was gonna ask you," Steve said. "You've been acting...different. And not just with me, Y/N mentioned you've been different to her too."

His attempts to distance himself truly had driven Y/N closer to Steve. If she was confiding in him, talking to him about her problems instead of Bucky... He really had dug his own grave.

"Didn't know you and Y/N were so close," Bucky said impassively.

"We're friends, Buck. And you're my best friend. She just wanted to know if she'd done anything to upset you."

Bucky shook his head. "Nope."

"What about me?" Steve asked.

"Not a thing."

Steve sighed, as though he could tell Bucky was lying. "Okay, buddy, I'll leave you be. Just... talk to Y/N, alright? She thinks you're upset with her."

Bucky took a deep breath as he knocked on Y/N's door.

Her eyes lit up when she answered the door to Bucky. "Hey," she smiled.

"I finished my book, and thought I'd take you up on your offer," he said.

Y/N raised her eyebrows. "You didn't seem keen earlier. It's fine, I won't be offended if you're not interested."

"I am," Bucky blurted. "Very interested."

"Come in," Y/N stepped aside, closing the door behind Bucky.

Her room was tidy, scattered with house plants and photos. On her little coffee table by her sofa, next to a pile of books that obviously couldn't fit on her full shelves, was a picture frame. Bucky picked it up, observing the photo of him and Y/N, smiling at the camera on the beach. It had been taken a few months ago when everyone went on a day trip.

"I didn't know you had this," Bucky said, smiling to himself as Y/N searched her bookshelves for the novel.

"Oh," she said. "Yeah, I really like that picture. Never seen you so happy."

It was true that Bucky had never been as happy and carefree as he was that day at the beach. He and Y/N had played frisbee and built sandcastles. Y/N had even convinced him to go in the sea, though he only went to his waist. Y/N however had gone all the way, swimming under waves and splashing Bucky when he wouldn't go any further.

Bucky put the picture down as Y/N handed him a book he had heard of before, but never read.

"It's one of my favourites, plus it's not too long so," Y/N said. "I'm sorry if I upset you, by the way."

Bucky shook his head. "You didn't, I've just... not been doing well lately."

"I get it, I just wanted to apologise in case. I'm always here for you, you know? If you wanna talk."

Hearing Y/N say that made Bucky feel exhilarated. It also made him realise, no matter how hard to tries to repress his feelings for her, they wouldn't go away.

"Thank you," Bucky said softly. "I'm here for you too."

Y/N looked deep in thought for a moment, as if debating saying something. "These past few weeks made me realise how much I enjoy spending time with you. And thinking I had upset you made me feel... horrible. You really mean a lot to me."

Without thinking too much, Bucky pulled Y/N into his arms, wrapping them around her body. She wrapped hers around his neck, pushing up onto her toes so she could reach. The scent of her shampoo filled his nose as he took a deep breath.

"It's my fault," Bucky said, still hugging Y/N. "I pushed you away because I'm jealous and I don't think I'm good enough."

"Good enough for what?" She asked gently.

"You."

Y/N pulled away, holding Bucky's shoulders as his hands rested on her waist. "Are you kidding?" She demanded. "Don't ever say that. Why would you even think that?"

"I'm not Steve," Bucky said, eyes cast downward, unable to look her in the eye.

"You're jealous of Steve? I don't want Steve," she said. "I want you, Bucky. Just the way you are. All the good and all the bad. That's what it means to love someone: knowing they aren't perfect, but loving them anyway."

"You want me?" He asked, bewildered.

Y/N nodded. She pushed up on her toes again, this time to connect their lips. She kissed softly and gently, and Bucky couldn't help but smile as she pulled away.

"Now, go read my book," Y/N laughed.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes imagine #bucky imagine #bucky barnes au #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #the winter soldier #the winter solider imagine #the winter solider x reader #Steve Rogers #steve rogers imagine

1K notes · View notes

themculibrary · 3 years

Text

Stucky + Clintasha Pairings Masterlist

Broken Dicks and Bloody Noses (ao3) - nerakrose Rating: Mature

Summary: Steve and Bucky meet in the ER, and then keep meeting in the ER because they are both knuckleheads who keep getting beaten up by other people.

Cafe Solace (ao3) - genrerebel Rating: Teen And Up

Summary: On the run from Nat's unwanted matchmaking, Steve stumbles upon a cafe and meets Bucky Barnes, aka Hot Guy.

Caffeine and Leather (ao3) - peachesandass Rating: Not Rated

Summary: He's wearing a white v-neck (that goes the perfect amount of low), a black leather jacket that looks really freaking soft, the tightest leather pants he has ever seen, and studded combat boots. The guy's long, unwashed hair and scruff really ties the 'hot and homeless' look together. Steve wishes he could pull something like that off.

Critical Feline Mass (ao3) - Kryptaria, zooeyscigar Rating: Teen And Up

Summary: Adjusting to civilian life is hard for any military veteran — especially for one ex-sniper with a cybernetic arm, a classic Harley, and friends who keep trying to ‘help.’ When Sam Wilson at the VA sends Sergeant Barnes to rent a room from the hottest guy in the DC area, Bucky thinks maybe civilian life is worth it after all. And then he finds out Captain Rogers is everything Bucky’s not: a real hero, a Medal of Honor recipient, and an all-around nice guy. Bucky doesn’t have a chance in hell with him.

Sam was a huge help to Steve Rogers when he left the military. In the spirit of ‘pay it forward,’ Steve decides to rent out his basement room to a vet in need. But when Sergeant Barnes shows up on his doorstep, he knows he’s in for a world of trouble. Barnes is exactly what Steve never knew he wanted, from his bedroom eyes to his wicked innuendos. And he’s Steve’s tenant.

A love story in twelve chapters, including two Harley-Davidsons, a guardian angel, multiple snipers, the only woman who can scare them into behaving themselves, spontaneous kittens, and one attacking sheep.

Earth's Mightiest Heroes: The Avengers and Hawkguy (ao3) - owlwithafringe Rating: General

Summary: Clint was often the unseen Avenger, the last one to be noticed, the last one to be listed in an article or on the news, but he really didn't mind. He was proud of what he did and as long as he was acknowledged for his achievements then in his eyes, everything was fine.

So when he was reading an article about the Avengers, it was understandable when he threw it away from him in disgust, like it had personally offended him, which by the way, it had.

Getting the Super-Secret Boyband Back Together (ao3) - arsenicarcher (Arsenic) Rating: Explicit

Summary: Nobody splits up Natasha's family. Not even the people in that family. Yeah, she's having none of this.

It Took A Year (ao3) - 74days Rating: Teen And Up

Summary: Bucky watches the hot blond guy on his run every day. And he's quite happy to watch from afar. He's not pining. He's NOT.

i was found and now i don't roam these streets (ao3) - hipsterchrist Rating: Mature

Summary: They’ve decided to start producing Bucky Bears again, now that he’s all shiny and redeemed and fighting for good on this big Avengers misfits team. "He has a little shiny gray arm," Bucky says, wiggling the stuffed arm in question, one of the tweaks made in the new model. It takes Steve a second to realize that Bucky’s got a small smile on his face, actually looks a little bit proud around the eyes.

Or, Bucky relearns himself and how to be on a team, the rest of the Avengers try to get answers, and everyone watches too much Criminal Minds.

Just Me, You, and These Shitty Cigarettes (ao3) - dabblingwithwords Rating: Explicit

Summary: Steve Rogers is pretty sure Natasha's new roommate is trying to kill him. Which he wouldn't mind considering he's been helplessly in love with him since they were thirteen.

Operation Star-Spangled Double(s) (ao3) - oatrevolution Rating: Teen And Up

Summary: “Y’know, there are technically three of us,” Clint pointed out. “Shouldn’t it be Operation Star-Spangled Doubles?”

“Now you’re just nitpicking,” Tony said. He tacked a hasty (s) to the end of DOUBLE.

“Also, I’m pretty sure that’s permanent marker,” Clint added.

“Damn it!” Tony shouted.

Or, in the Parlance of the Internet, a Most Useful and Modern Device, a List:

Step 1: Impersonate Captain America. Step 2: ??? Step 3: Profit.

Rock and Roll Chose Me (ao3) - Kellyscams Rating: Mature

Summary: In which skinny!Steve--cosplaying, comic reading, anime loving, all around geek--is studying for his Masters in Art at Pratt university and happens to bump into Clint Barton, an old friend of his who's now roommates with Bucky Barnes, the lead singer of a pretty kick ass punk rock cover band, the Winter Soldiers. Thing is, neither Steve nor Bucky are what they seem.

Steve is vivacious, outspoken, and what he lacks in size he most definitely makes up for in personality. He's not really interested in finding anyone serious, but knows what it means to make a commitment work. Bucky, sporting tattoos and piercings and owns the fucking stage like it's nobody's business, is goofy and dorky, shy and bashful, with a habit of falling in love yet has a horrible fear of commitment; go figure.

So what does happens when vivacious geek meets shy punk rocker? The first answer is a lot of sex. The second answer...

Soft Cell (ao3) - Jibbly Rating: Explicit

Summary: Nick went over the papers on the clipboard and walked over to Steve. "It says that there was a bond bite found on his shoulder when they cleaned him up. Is it yours?"

Steve felt all the air in his lungs leave him. "No, it's not. "

sorry about the blood in your mouth (ao3) - annelesbonny Rating: Not Rated

Summary: Adventures in babysitting. Or, Natasha says it isn't babysitting, but Clint's not convinced that they haven't somehow adopted an amnesiac super assassin, but he's going with it.

The one where Clint Barton believes in waffles and Bucky Barnes.

Targeting (ao3) - queenmab_scherzo Rating: Explicit

Summary: Steve and Bucky end up playing for rival college football teams.

The Way to an Asshole's Heart (ao3) - AvoidingAverage Rating: Mature

Summary: There are three things Bucky Barnes knows are true: war is hell, sugar is sweet, and Steve Rogers is an asshole.

When Bucky Barnes returns from war broken, jaded, and missing an arm, he doesn’t expect to find a new home in the back of his very own food truck. He finds a kickass partner in Natasha Romanov that pairs nicely with her human disaster of a boyfriend, Clint Barton. Life is looking up.

Until he meets Steve Rogers.

OR, the Food Truck Hatemance that Nobody Asked For But I Definitely Wrote

Thirty-Eight Days and Counting (ao3) - thecommodore_squid (orphan_account) Rating: Mature

Summary: It didn’t escape him that Steve shared his assumed last name. “Are you gonna be my cousin?” Bucky asked dully.

Steve frowned. “Husband, actually,” he said easily, holding up his left hand to show a typical golden band.

Bucky scowled and closed the door.

AKA An AU in which Bucky is put in the witness protection program and Steve is the agent hired to protect him/pretend to be his husband.

To Be Vulnerable Is Needed Most Of All (ao3) - perfect_plan Rating: Mature

Summary: Steve is a shy comic book artist and meets his new neighbour, Bucky Barnes.

In which there are awkward longings, meddling best friends, comic conventions, heartache, lemons, video games, dorkiness, dancing and two cute boys.

you got hell to pay but you already sold your soul (ao3) - Tator Rating: Teen And Up

Summary: “I, uh, I had a mate--a soulmate,” he muttered quietly, and suddenly the room fell silent. No one seemed to even take an inhale after his little confession. “It’s obviously been a long time since then. It was back before the- back then.” He felt a burning behind his fifth rib, and tried not to remember the loving feeling of fire that came with it. (He could still remember how to drown. But the burning from the ice was never quite the same.)

or the one where Steve had a soulmate and then didn't but kinda always did

#themculibrary #steve rogers #bucky barnes #clint barton #natasha romanoff #stucky #clintasha #stucky masterlist #clintasha masterlist #f/m #masterlists

62 notes · View notes