#bucky x blackreader

[starksdaughter-3000]

~Her Surprise~

*Not my GIF*

Stucky x Little!f!Reader

Warnings~Smut f/m, 18+ ONLY, ddlg, oral/fem reciving,

Summary~Steve thinks you've been a good girl so he gives you a reward...

A/N~ Hi again this is my first titled story tehe. But enjoy this while I brainstorm some more. I have a lot of drafts btw.🙃

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You and Steve are home alone missing Bucky, he had to go on a last minute mission with Sam but he said they would be back in about a month or two. That still didn't stop you from trying to keep him here with you and Steve.

"Oh bunny." He cooed. "I'll be back I promise. Be a good girl for Stevie. You won't even notice I'm gone." He said as you cried out and clung to his leg like a koala.

"Pl-please Dada!You can't leave me! Nooo!" Steve shushed you as he pried you off of Bucky's leg. When Steve finally got you unatached from his leg you cried into Steve's shoulder and hid your face away as Bucky picked up his bags and went to the door as Steve followed.

The door opened and Sam appeared. "Aye Buck we gotta get going." Bucky sighs. “I love you both.” He gives Steve a kiss on the cheek and on your forehead. You sniffle. “Bye bye Dada.” He smiles and walks out the door shutting it after he’s out.

2 weeks later~

After Bucky left that day it didn’t take you that long to get over it, Steve assured you he would return and you believed him. You have been Steve’s best girl like you always are but you have been extra good these past weeks.

Eating every last bit of your food. No trouble at nap time. Cleaning after playing with your toys. Overall an absolute angel. Steve has been pleased with you so he wants to give you a treat for being so good.

At the moment Steve is fixing you a sandwich so he decides to bring it up.

“Hey doll.” You look up from your Barbie coloring book and ‘hm’ “Yes Daddy?” He turns towards the fridge to get the cheese. “You have been such a good girl, I’m so proud of you so after you finish lunch I will give you your gift!” Your face lights up at the word ‘gift’. You gasp. “A gift! Tank you swo much! Luv ya Daddy!l”

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After Y/n finished her and her Daddy went upstairs together holding hands. When they got to the room he told her to lay down. “Daddy please don’t tickle me!” She told him as he put his knee into the mattress making the bed dip.

Don’t worry sweetheart I have something better than that.” He smirked. He laid down on his stomach rubbing your thighs as he pried them open. “Relax doll. I got you.” After he said that he felt you relax your tense muscles. “Good girl, you’ve been such a good girl for me while Bucky is away. I’m sure he’ll be proud of you when he comes back.” You smile at the mention of Bucky. As Steve keeps praising you he slides your skirt down your legs giving you kisses all the way.

He teases your special button through your underwear with his finger, that makes you whimper and pushing your hips up to get more friction. “Ah ah, be patient doll you’ll get your reward soon.” With that he lightly pushes your hips back down to the mattress.

He slides his hand up your body to reach its destination at the bottom of your pink t-shirt with a small teddy bear in the middle and pulls it up your chest to expose your breast. Steve roll your nipple between two of his fingers slowly and teasingly. You whine. “Dada please give me more!” He stops and that makes you look at him confused. “You don’t run anything doll, I do and I’m gonna do whatever I want to your body. So either you shut up or I put the gag on you. You chose.” He looks for your answer and you snap your mouth shut. He smirks. “That’s what I thought.”

A few minutes more of him teasing and your quiet whimpers still afraid if you make to much noise he’ll put the gag on you. Until finally he pulls aside your panties and takes the first lick to your aching core, he wanted to hear your screams for him to stop now.

Surprised at how fast he got into it, you shrieked. “Dada!” That’s what he likes to hear. He looks up to see your head tilted back hands grabbing at anything that’s in your reach.

He focuses back down to the task at hand. Licking faster at your clit. Fingers teasing your entrance before sliding inside of you.

You gasp at the wonderful feeling. Moaning even louder as Steve sucks your clit into his mouth. He nipped at your button and moved his other hand to massage you nipples. That pushed you over the edge.

“Dada! Ahh-mmh please!” Even after your orgasm he still kept going removing his fingers from your entrance, replacing them with his tongue.

“N-no more! Too much! O-ohhh!” He pulled away and wiped his face with the back of his hand. “You did so well sweetheart. Now it’s time for you real surprise.” Steve whispers lowly.

Bucky smiles while leaning on the door frame wondering when they would notice him. But what he didn’t know was that Steve already knew he was there. Steve sits up to take off his clothes you look past him to see something in the corner of the room to see your other Daddy looking at you with a smirk on his face. You blush and look away.

“Cmon Buck don’t be a stranger, help me give our girl her surprise.”

Bucky chuckles making his way to the bed while stripping.

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[wakandascrystal]

Ｆｏｏｌｉｓｈ

T'Challa x Black Reader

Summary: T'Challa has been neglecting you for the longest time. You find out why?

A/N - Hi 🌸. Did you miss me?  Cause I missed you. Anyway. Work,school and my personal life have made it their personal mission to stress me out so I don’t enjoy my one true love …BlackPanther FanFiction. But my cousin lent me her laptop and I was able to put this fic together before she needed it back. sorry for any mistakes Enjoy

“Did you see how Yolanda was looking at Tepho…they are definitely seeing each other." 

You waited for a response from T'Challa. 

Nothing, but never the less you carried on.

"I’m glad they spoke with each other about their feelings. Love is so exciting don’t you think?”

He said nothing. 

He probably wanted to be alone and you were there, gossiping away about the servants who everyone knew where hooking up.

You sat up from the leather seats in his office to give him space. Even the stretching of the leather against your body made you cringe. You didn’t want to disturb him. He looked like he needed silence. His eyes were focused on the notes he was writing. The pen gliding on the page. You quickly said farewell and left him alone. He didn’t respond.

As soon as you left, closing the door behind you. Your heart sunk. You didn’t know why he was giving you the cold shoulder. Ever since you came back from the women’s conference in Brazil. He has been less talkative and less himself. N'Jadaka noticed as well. 

He thought he had food poisoning cause there is was no way he could be genuinely mad at you. You didn’t do anything. You know you didn’t. But you were too afraid to ask. So you just carried on being a good wife. 

It was 6:30 PM and everyone was waiting on the king so they could start eating dinner. The Queen, N'Jadaka, his wife Aaliyah,  Okoye ,W'Kabi and Bucky. Shuri was too busy in her lab to come join.

“Man I’m hungry are you going to call his ass down here or what?“

You really didn’t want to. You felt like a nursence to him all ready. You didn’t want to face him. Well not alone anyway.

“…Maybe we can start …without him.“  Aaliyah rolled her eyes.

“Sweetheart. We can’t eat without him if he is in the palace. He is the king. He needs to start the meal.“ She had pleading eyes since you had kept her up to date with what was happening in your relationship with Thcalla and she with hers with N'Jadaka.

“Okay I will request his presence.“ The lack of excitement in your voice didn’t sit well with the Queen.

“Stay put my dear I will go speak with my son.“ It felt like a wave of relief washed over you. You couldn’t believe how happy you were to be saved from talking to your own husband. You hated the feeling but you were glad to see Romanda’s white crystal train from her dress follow her out the door. 

“So how long is he going to act like a child.“  Aaliyah whispered into your ear.

“His behavior worries me more then anything. I’m trying to not take it personally.“

“Your husband has not touch, kissed, fucked or barely spoken to you in 2 weeks and your choosing to not take it personally.“

You repeat her whole question in your mind, breaking it up in halves so you could understand her sarcasm.

“Yes…Yes i am…. shhh.. there he is…“ You shushed her like a schoolgirl when they entered. T’challa looked tired and used. The difference between the Queen and her son was clear. Her head was up when she walked unlike Tchalla, his head was low and he seemed uncertain with him movements. You hated how he carried himself. One of the reason you fall for him was his confidence, you had to speak to him. For once since coming back you had to talk about his behavior.

After a long and an uneventful meal everyone left for their rooms. Aaliyah and N'Jadaka left hand in hand, Queen Romanda , Okoye, Bucky and W'Kabi left the reigning King and Queen in the Royal dining hall. The silence was unbearable and you think you only felt it. 

“Tchalla“ you called out to him and he didn’t respond.

“I’m leaving in 3 days“ He said it in a low voice you barely heard him.

“3 days. Where are you going?“ 

“…Nigeria. For a short while. It will be a days trip.“ He said nothing more. He pushed himself out of the golden table and walked away. Normally he would pull your chair out for you and walk with your to your room but not anymore. The 8 guards who surrounded the hall stood still, backs up against wall as you stared at nothing wondering where your marriage went wrong. 1 hour past and you were still in the same position, that was more than enough time for you to collect yourself. 

You started your nightly routine. A hot shower, hair care, skin care, a glass of water, 2 chapters of your favorite book then some needed sleep. It went smoothly since T'challa wasn’t there. To your knowledge he was in his office doing lord knows what. You wanted to be asleep before he come back so you would face him. later you learnt you had rushed yourself over nothing. He didn’t come back until later into the night. Your eyes had been sealed shut around 10 and he joined you at 2 o'clock in the morning. To make matters worse he woke up and left before you woke up so you didn’t even get to see him.

A week later you and Aaliyah had to meet up with the Women’s league of Wakanda, just North of the capital. You said nothing to her the whole trip there. You couldn’t even enjoy the beautiful mountainous landscape and waterfalls that laid under the aircraft. You were to busy trying to figure out what is making T'challa neglect you.

Somehow you make it through the event, you remember nothing and no one. Aaliyah does you the biggest favor and doesn’t speak about it. Not even once. you wished you could reward her for that.

When the the aircraft lands back home at the palace. No one is waiting for you Just N'Jadaka waiting to walk his lovely wife back inside. Tears threatening to fall. You could feel them. They pulled your energy down and as well as your soul. You wounded the halls of the palace not sure where to go. Your biggest fear at that moment was not death or anything else but it was running into your husband. You hated how he made you feel. overnight he went from being the most loving and accommodating husband to an unfriendly man. The worst part is you didn’t know why. You wish he would tell you because you would fix it.

You would. You would do anything to go back to how things were.

You run into Queen Ramonda in the east wing halls. She had 2 workers behind her. They seemed to be moving furniture.

“Oh Y/N the person i wanted to see. Please meet me in the garden ,I will join you shortly.“ You gave her a weak smile and started making your way to the Queens garden. When you get there you meet another 2 female workers preparing tea and scones. they left when you arrive. The enclosed garden is filled with roses and sunflowers. Your favorite, lilies and other wildflowers as well. You feel the Queen’s hand on you shoulder moments later.

“You seem deep in thought my dear.” You offer her that weak smile again. “It’s been a long week” You confess. “Have some tea.” She poured you a cup and you both took sips at the same time.

“You should talk to him.“ You almost spat your tea out. Romanda was the last person you wanted to know you and Tchalla were going through something.

“How did you know?“ She took another sip

“I think you forget I was married to an Udaku Man-“ She smirks “-and i’m not an idiot. Something is going on and you need to fix it before it becomes serious.”

“Iv tried so many times he just shuts me out. You know he barely comes home at night. He stays in that study of his all the time. I believe he stays there to avoid me.“ You couldn’t look at her. She was so beautiful and graceful that you felt so foolish sharing your problems.

“I really love your son..but I dont think he loves me anymore. I’m afraid to say“ You felt her hand on your knee. You could see she really cared about you and your worries. She was your mother. She cared like one and loved like one.

“My son is a lot of things Y/N but he is not an stupid…..I’m sure he wouldn’t do anything that would jeopardize your relationship. I will never forget how he cried when he first saw you in your wedding dress. Hmm?“ She pulled a small cloth out and wiped your tears. “…I know for a fact that golden dress wasn’t the reason he got emotional.“ 

“Go talk to him. Go now my child.“ She helped you up and walked you to the entrance of his office from her garden. You felt empowered, she made you feel like that.

You walked in alone without knocking. Tchalla was on the brown leather couch on the other side of the office. His back faced you as you marched to him. He looked busy and you didn’t. For once you didn’t mind disrupting his focus on something. You didn’t feel guilty or out of line, you were ready to giving him the reality of your relationship. 

“T'challa Udaku !“ He didn’t stop paging through the loose papers on his wooden table.

“Udaku!” you raised your voice this time but getting nothing from the King.

“I didn’t take your last name just so you would ignore me like this.“ 

“Is there something you need from me Y/N, I am busy at the moment.“

The rage was red and hot. It bubbled from the bottom of stomach upwards. You felt hot and angry. You were ready to fight him but you knew you wouldn’t win. He was the black panther. He could hear you heart rate beat faster as you clenched and unclenched you fists. In a quicky movement you pulled all the papers he was working with and the scattered them in one movement away from him on to the floor. He was shocked. This was not your typical behaviour. You were calm and polite never savage and rude but he was making you like this. What exactly did he expect.

He wanted to see what you were going to do next, you didn’t want him to move away from you like he was starting to do so you straddled him. Throwing you thigh over his lap. 

“Why have you been ignoring me?!“ You looked into his eyes. He tried to push you off . You didn’t want to fail this time. So many times you tried to talk to him and get to the bottom of this mess and you failed but right was not going to be a repeat of that.

“Y/N get off me.“ He warned 

“Im sorry but I have to reject that request.“

“It was not a requested more a command.“ His voice was deep and he sounded annoyed.

“The only way. I’m going to getting off your lap is if Okoye,your personal guard takes me off you, which is impossible because she is arranging everything for you visit to Nigeria…or just throw me off yourself.“ He licked his lips as he tolerated your mischief.

“I guess you leave me no choice.“ His hands snake to your waist and you felt him began to lift you. You didn’t want to move. you wanted to stay on him. You started to panic, fearing going back to what ever your marriage was at this point. 

In a bold move you planted your lips on his. The cherry gloss you had acted as lubricant so you could make the kiss deeper. You were certain he was going to reject you. You didn’t know how you would have dealt with that type of rejection from your own husband. You had dug your own grave but somehow, some way he didn’t push you away but pulled you closer.

It was as if he missed your touch. Like he wanted the moment to last. This confused you. The need he was showing confused you. The way his large hands held on to your hips and back confused you. why would he act like you don’t exist if his body still wanted you, if it still responded to you. The sounds of sucking and lips smacking made you feel good. The sound of progress… that until he pulled you abruptly away. Eyes dark with his graze. He looked angry

“Get off me.“ That was his 100% dont messy with right voice. You knew it. very well. He had used it with Erik a while back when he tried to steal the country and with some of the Avengers.

“I’m tired of your shit. It’s been a mouth and we haven’t had a simple conversation. Your acting like a baby …your scaring me…your embarrassing me. Every single person in this palace thinks i’ve done something to anger you, when i’ve done nothing. Your punishing me for nothing! I have DONE NOTHING!“ 

You got of his lap before you started yelling. You dont ever remember raising your voice this much at Tchalla before. Never. 

He just sat there and took it. Waiting for you to finish.

“Nothing? You did nothing?“ He asked you in a low voice, laced with sarcasm.

You didn’t answer. Just staring at him.

“….What was his name?“ 

“Who?“ you answered impolitely

“Y/N ….I was minding my own business, getting some important things done-“ You cut him off “Is our….dying relationship not important?“

“That is not what I meant.“

“Then what did you mean …my King?“

“..Maybe if you let me finish you would know?”

You stepped closer to him when he stood up. You needed to show him you weren’t afraid.  Even though he towered of you. You needed to face him head on. 

“I asked you a question. What was his name?“ 

“I’m going to the king to be more specific?“ You crossed your arms 

“…The man you fucked in Brazil“

You step back from, your face fall as your brain tried to understand what he just said.

“What the fuck are you saying. I was alone. The whole trip. Why the hell would I sleep with someone else? “

“Then explain this?“ he held up his writs to his Kimoyo beads. The screen lit up and he proceeded to show you a video. 

You could see the door of the hotel room being open. Who ever took this video must have snuck past the 3 guards that were supposed to be on duty that night. 

Fear struck in to your heart when you finally realized what Tchala had seen.You looked up at his face, he was starting at the screen. You wanted to stop the video and explain. You wanted the room to cave in and take you away from this. You didn’t mean for this to get to him. You bit your lip and carried on watching.

The person who was filming, opened the your bedroom door slowly. At that moment your moans could be heard. They where high pitched and needy. They were weak but clearly audible. All the frame shot was your brown leg on one of the big white pillows and the messy bedding and then it come to its ending. Your heart stopped. You deemed yourself lucky that that was all that could be seen. You wanted to run away from him and not have to deal with his eyes.

“I can explain..“

“Go ahead.“

“”Tchalla I was lonely…I was there for 3 weeks..without you. I missed you so much. This is so embarrassing…….I wanted you to be there with me. You know this…. It was one time Tchalla. “

“Do you hear yourself Y/N? You cheated on me and you - “

“Wait….cheated. Tchalla Im so confused. You have been treating me like this all this time cause you think I cheated on you.“

“Then what is this-“

“OMG T'CHALLA I WAS TOUCHING MYSELF …AND THAT IS A SHADOW FROM THE BIG PILLOW NOT A PERSON…OR A MAN!!….DID YOU THINK I WAS WITH SOMEONE ELSE???“ your eyes were about to pop out because of this man. He really was pushing it

“what was i -“ Tchalla tries to defend himself.

“No! You Don’t get to speak. This whole time your been keeping me out and shouting me out cause of this. Tchalla Im lucky this didn’t get in the hands of someone who would have uploaded it. I’m the Queen for Gods sake…. that would have destroyed me.“

You were so relieved to finally know why he was actually mad at you but you were also mad at him. Why didn’t he just ask you the day you got home?

“Calm yourself My Queen“ He went to pour himself a glass of whisky ..leaving your side. He had a smile on his face. You missed it. T'challa was happy to know you actually weren’t unfaithful. You missed him calling you his Queen but you couldn’t show him that, you were angry at your King.

“So…“ He took a small sip “….You were touching yourself.” He was back to his cocky self…you were not ready for that right now. 

“I’m leaving …have a safe trip to Nigeria.“ You turned to leave him but he reached for your waist just in time.

“Don’t you think we need to talk…about the video.“ He was teasing you.

“No i’m not going to talk….“ You teased back. You weren’t sure if everything was back to normal or not .You were really hoping he wasnt mad anymore. He had no reason to be.

You gave him a small kiss to get his attention. “Did you really think I was with someone else?” he didn’t say anything just giving you disappointed look.

“You owe me a vacation for this.“

“I’m really sorry my Queen..We can go wherever you want.“

“Okay.“ You wanted to ask him what would make him think you would step out. More questions piled on in your mind and he could see you were over thinking. Tchalla felt bad, he really did. He was just very bad at showing his true emotions … if they made him feel vulnerable. 

“Who took that video. I’m so mad. That was an invasion of my privacy”

“Don’t worry. She was reprimanded for her actions…and the guard who were supposed to keep you safe.“

“You didn’t kill them did you?“ 

“I should of. That could have been a crazy person who wanted to hurt you…when you were busy…pleasing yourself.“

“Fuck it Tchalla, Im out.“ You had never seen him smile so much. You loved it. 

“I’ll see you at dinner.“ You gave him another kiss on his lips before leaving him. when the doors to his study closed shut, you sent him a message on your Kimoyo beads.

“Don’t ever scare me like that“

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[stachmousworld]

Let him sleep

It’s fluff in a bottle.

Pairing: Dad!Bucky Barnes x Mom!Blackreader and their little girl

Words: 730

Part 1 -  Part 3 - Part 4

“Where are you, little punk,” she whispered annoyed.

She has looked in every room in the house and she still couldn’t find her daughter. Last time she saw her baby girl, she was in the living room, on her rug, playing with some toys by the couch. So why were there lonely toys still next to the couch, but no baby.

She groaned as her knees cracked. She really had to go. Her mom wouldn’t accept that she came without her granddaughter. It was now sina qua none for any meeting with each other or she could “stay away, because I spend most of my life educating you and now I want to have fun with my granddaughter.”

She sighed and almost gave up. She was sweating and her braids were pulling tightly on her scalp. Her headache was now becoming a full migraine.

She walked toward the little guest room next to the living room. It was supposed to be an office, but they ended up building a small nest. Stern chairs turned into sofas with plushies, expensive vases were replaced by boxes filled by toys and everything sharp was now baby-proofed. The room was now basically their daughter’s playground. She could only crawl now, but once she’d be able to walk, they’d have to change the entire setting.

She cracked open the door and caught the sight of her husband sleeping on the sofa. Silently. Compared to her, Bucky was a light sleeper who barely moved nor made any sounds. She on the contrary was loud and invasive. All the bed belonged to her. Included Bucky. He’d be constricted in her arms or legs for the entire night and never let got or push her away. A good husband. That’s why she had planned to take their daughter away for the afternoon. He had just come back from a month-long mission and looked ragged. She had prepared him a good bath, cooked his favorite meal and changed his bandages to help him relax and recover.

It’s not that she didn’t want their daughter to see their dad, but she’s been pulling his eyelids open to wake him up and would force him to stay awake. She had talked to their kid and explained why it was important to let Bucky alone. But no, baby girl wanted her dad to play with her and she’d do whatever it took.

She shook her head amused. Their daughter was as stubborn as they both were. So, it was not surprising.

She was ready to go back to her research when she saw a little form ascending her dad’s body.

“What are you doing?” she hissed.

Her daughter stilled and looked back. The sudden move made her wobble and she watched with unconcealed fear as her daughter almost fell from the couch. She fortunately got the reflex of her dad because she steadied herself by laying on his chest.

She tiptoed in the room moving as quietly as possible. Even though she knew that Bucky could potentially sense her presence. It was a chance he wasn’t awake by now. This mission must have been more taxing than she thought.

She tried to grab her daughter who whined miserably.

“Just a kiss and we go. Daddy is exhausted. He, contrary to you, loves his naps.”

Her daughter gurgled happily, showing her wet gums. She crawled and leaned forward to kiss her dad, then she stared at him. As a mom she easily recognized the look on her baby face, before her daughter could drool all over his face and gnawed his nose, she snatched her daughter who yipped loudly.

Shocked by the sudden move, the small body in her arms didn’t try to fight back. She pressed her small head on her neck and rushed out of the room.

Bucky, who’s been awake the entire time, let out a silent laugh. He had been the one opening the door when his daughter knocked against it. Rather impatient. And he had also been the one snuggling with her before his wife came in.

He could have easily pretended not to listen to their girl spoiled whines from outside the room and dive deeper into his sleep. But his dad’s heart was breaking every time she seemed sad or tired. To his demise, their daughter was a carbon copy of her mom, and since Bucky was more than smitten with his wife, he could definitely not say no to his daughter.

He pressed a plushie closer to his nose smelling both his wife’s perfume and his daughter baby scent.

Finally, he gave up his fight against his sleep and let go.

Fin

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[non-stop-imagines]

Baby Daddy Stark (Part 6)

Here's Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Pairing: Tony Stark x Black!Reader

Word Count: 4.2k

A/N: As you guys can see, I'm on a bit of a writing rampage. After writing that Bucky piece last night it felt right to go and update one of my series. It feels good writing again especially after the weird depression moment I had when it was official that all of my classes for the rest of the semester were gonna be online. I would also like to just thank everyone that have been so supportive as I begin to write again and even through my hiatus and hopefully I can get much more writing done. But any way, here's part 6! Hope you all like it! Love you all!!!💛💖💛💖💛💖

Warnings: Some mention of throwing up, Some curse words, Reader being mama bear, Tony on the come up as a dad, Travis develops a little crush, I'm telling y'all right now this is 99.9% fluff

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It's been about 2 weeks since Travis' tournament and since then the calls from Tony have become more frequent and lengthy. He would call every other day at around 7 at night because he knew you got home at about 6:30 every day and liked that half an hour to come down from whatever mood that work had you in but it's not too late so he has more than enough time to sit and talk with Travis until his bedtime. Even though you didn’t want to admit it, Tony was really making an effort to be more present, and it confused you. Why would a man in his prime put so much effort into being in the life of a son he just found out he had? Your thoughts were broken when the timely sound of your ringtone came through.

“IS THAT TONY?!” You hear Travis yell from his room. A large smile grew on your face once you heard his excitement.

“Yes, but you can’t talk to him until your done with homework!” You yell back from the kitchen, then answer the phone. “Hey Tony. How was your day?” You put the phone on speaker and place it on the counter so you can wash your hands to start dinner.

“Fine, I’m actually getting ready to come upstate tomorrow. How was your day?” Your smile dims to something like a dreamy grin, more than likely matching the smile on his face at the moment.

“Great, I have a presentation for a new surgical robot that I’ve been working on for years. Since Travis was, wow, seven?” You grab the package of defrosted chicken that sat on the counter, grinning at the satisfaction of being able to tell your child to put the chicken in the sink to defrost it before you got home, something you don't think you’ll ever get tired of.

“What is this innovation that I’m going to be seeing in hospitals worldwide someday?” His smile travels through the phone, causing you to have to fight an even larger smile from your face as you finish cleaning the chicken, preparing to season it.

“Well…” You continue on into a long explanation about your innovation that makes brain surgery 15% safer which, in the world of neurology, is an immense difference. Once you got to the point where you were basically giving the exact presentation you were going to give the next day, Travis came into the kitchen looking slightly exhausted.

“Homework done, I am ready to talk to Tony.” His words came out as a sigh, eyes hooded with a hoodie on in the 78 degrees house.

“Okay.” You turn to the phone. “Hey, Tony, here’s Travis.” You go to hand him the phone but stop mid-transfer. “Baby, you look sick. And you feel warm.” You retract your hand from Travis’s forehead and hand him your phone.

“Eh, I’ll be fine. I have a test tomorrow, so I can’t stay home but-” His words come out as a groan before your attempted to say something he is obviously used to. “I know, I know. I’ll go to the nurse if I’m not feeling good.” A sad and somewhat pain smile flashes across his face before you fluffed his hair and sent him off. “Dinner will be ready in a bit. You’re going to eat, take some medicine and go to bed, okay?”

“Yes ma’am.” He smiles back at you from the couch then goes to talk to Tony. You smile when you hear a faint ”Hey, kiddo!” then turn back to the stove to finish cooking.

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“Y/N, you ready for today? I know how hard you’ve been working on it.” Your coworker, Kate, pops her head into your office then steps in. Her smile has always been calming for you from your first day there. Her heels click across the floor as she makes her way to the seat in front of your desk. “So, how do you feel?”

“Ahhh, excited. Nervous as hell. And it doesn’t help that I’m just waiting to get a call from the nurse at Travis’s school which would only further postpone the presentation and would do just short of killing me.” You twist a coil of your low pulled back hair around your finger.

“And the, uh, Tony Stark thing?” She leans close and whispers to you, allowing some light brown hair that didn't make it into her bun fall in front of her glasses. Other than Naomi, Kate is the only other person who knows about Tony.

“It's going surprisingly well.” You lean in toward your computer monitor, looking closely at an email before quickly answering it. “He calls… gosh, everyday at a perfect time. Talks to me and Travis-" You stop midway through your gushing, realizing the feeling you get when you even just think about Tony. You love feeling so happy, comfortable and open with another person but it's not just you in this new relationship. Your son is there too, probably just as enamored by the feeling of having his father, having THE Tony Stark as his father. Whenever these thoughts flood through your mind you can't help but think about the hurt that could happen if something-

"Uh, Y/N… your cell." You break from your slowly darkening thoughts and look at your phone. Seeing the somewhat familiar number of Travis's school. You quickly answer it, apologizing to Kate for answering the phone during your conversation to which she hastily dismisses it with a smile, leaving you alone in your office.

"Hello, Ms. Y/L/N? This is Mrs. Johnson, the nurse at North Albany Middle School." Your heart drops. You knew you shouldn't have let him go to school.

"Hello, how are you doing today?" You try hard to continue the conversation as normal as possible.

"I'm doing fine, thank you. I'm calling because I have Travis in here with a fever and just a couple of minutes ago he threw up. I believe it would be the best to have you or an emergency contact come pick him up and take him home." As you were about to answer, you receive a text from Tony.

Tony:

Hey, just wanted to let you know that I just got to the Upstate Compound. Hoping to see you and Trav tonight 😊

"Umm, hold on one secondd… I just have to send this text real quick." You quickly type out a text to Tony.

About how far away from North Albany mid school?? Travis isn't feeling well and I want him to get somewhere and rest as soon as possible and I'm an hour and a half away, not including any possible traffic. Could you pick him up?

Barely ten seconds later you receive a response and sight in relief.

Tony:

Only 25 min. Of course I'll pick him up.

"Hi, I'm so sorry I left you waiting. I'm actually quite far from the school but his uh… dad is just under a half an hour away so he'll come and pick up Travis. I'll give you his contact information so you can get in touch with him. His name is Tony… uh just Tony." You look at the clock on your desktop. Five minutes until your presentation. If you're late, you're late and they're just gonna have to wait.

"Uh, Ms. Y/L/N, I'm gonna need a last name." The nurse giggles her response, slightly confused. You sigh and whisper into the phone.

"Tony Stark. Please keep this private. And his phone number is…" Once you give the phone number you thank her for calling. Then hang up. You quickly gather your things needed for your presentation and head out your office quickly going to and tapping on Travis's contact in your phone. One ring. Two rings.

"Hi, mama." He groans into his phone.

"Hey, baby boy. How are you doing?" You continuously press on the elevator button, quickly hopping in when the doors open and then swiftly removing your heels.

"My stomach feels a bit better but my head and throat are killing me. Mrs. Johnson gave me some apple juice and saltines to eat while I wait for you to pick me up." The elevator dings on the floor you need and you high tail it out of the elevator.

"Actually, Tony is already upstate and much closer than I am, so he's gonna pick you up. He'll be there in about 20 minutes and then once I'm done I'm gonna come up the Compound to pick you up and take you home, okay?" After a couple of minutes of walking down a long straight hallway, you get to the meeting room, smiling at Kate, who was doing an amazing job at stalling for you, through the large glass wall.

"Oh, okay." You can hear the small smile grow on his face. "Also, I lasted through my test in math. I think I did alright, considering that right after I turned in my test I ran to the bathroom to throw up." He chuckles then groans at what you assume to be irritation of his throat and pain in his head.

"Alright baby, I'm gonna go into my meeting now. Try and take a nap while you wait, and call me or text me if you need anything. Okay? Love you." You finish pulling on your heels and smooth out your skirt in the reflection produced by the dark windows of the empty meeting room next door.

"Okay, love you too." You give him a kiss through the phone and after receiving one from him, you two share one last goodbye and you wait for him to hang up before heading into the meeting room to give the best presentation of your life.

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"North Albany, North Albany…" Tony recites to himself as he drives his large SUV down the street the school is presumably on, when out of nowhere he hears the voice of what sounds like a GPS come from the very back row telling him in 1000ft his destination is in the right, almost giving him a heart attack.

"Crap, crap, crap!" He hears an all too familiar voice in a frantic panic as tussling and tapping on a phone screen comes from the back.

"Pete, what the actual fuck are you doing in the back of my car? Aren't you supposed to be in school or something?" Tony takes peeks into his rear view mirror watching as Peter slowly sits up from his previously laying position.

"We had early release today and I told Aunt May that you were heading upstate and may have made it sound like you invited me so I jumped into your car as quick as possible." By the time Peter was done rambling, Tony was already parked in a visitors parking space, look at Peter over his dark sunglasses.

"Get in the passenger seat, Parker. I'll be right back." He sighs, then gets out the SUV, leaving the keys in the transmission. "Make sure you lock the door." He reminds Peter before making his way to the front office. He walks in and up to the the front desk labeled "Pick Up/Drop Off", patiently waiting for the receptionist to speak to him.

"Hello. Picking up or dropping something off?" She asks as she finishes typing something.

"Uh, I'm here to pick up my son from the nurse's office." He hesitantly removes his sunglasses and taps them in his hand, hoping it would make him seem less suspicious.

"Okay, first and last name and date of birth?" She looks up at him, a hint of shock passing through her expression before going back to her job.

"Uh, Travis Y/L/N. And date of birth is..uh… oh. Date of birth 2-18-2009." He smiled at his ability to remember fairly new information.

"Okay, and your name and phone number sir?" She smiles at her need to ask this question, knowing fully well who was standing in front of her.

"Tony Stark. And my phone number is…" After giving his number she politely thanks his cooperation and gives him directions back to the nurse's office. He take a deep breath before knocking on the office door before opening it. "Hi, I'm Tony, Travis's dad, and I'm here to pick him up." The nurse, who was and old black lady, looking to be close to her mid 60's, looks up from what she was writing, surprised to actually see Tony Stark standing in front of her, nervous as hell.

"Oh, Mr. Stark. I-uh- nice to meet you. Travis is just laying in bed 3 but first I'm just gonna need you to sign him out. Just put his name here, your name here, your phone number here, your wi- his mom- Ms. uh-Y/L/N's number here and the date here, please." Tony does as told then makes his way over to his son's bed, giving him a gentle shake to wake him up.

"Hey, kiddo. Ready to go?" He pushed some rouge curls that fell from his pulled back hair while he was sleeping. He touched his head with the back of his hand, feeling the overwhelming warmth radiate. He earns an affirmative groan from his awakening son which prompts his to stand from his kneeling position, picking up his surprisingly heavy backpack in the process. He slings the backpack onto his right shoulder then helps his still partially asleep son from the bed and to the door. "Thank you so much, uh-"

"Mrs. Johnson." The old lady smiles at him. "Please pass onto your wife to make sure to contact the school if Travis is still too sick to come to school Monday. It was very nice to meet you." She smiles politely at Tony then shifts her attention to Travis. "Hope you start feeling better soon, Travis." Travis quietly thanks her then the two leave the nurse's office and out the front office door, but not before thanking the receptionist.

"Alright, you get in the backseat here since Peter decided to tag along. Make sure to buckle up and once you do you can lay down." He helps Travis into the backseat and then gets into the driver's seat, handing Peter Travis's backpack. "We're gonna head over to the compound and you're gonna wait there for your mom, okay" Travis grunts and okay and greets Peter before quickly falling back asleep.

"Dang, what does he have in here? Cinder blocks?" Peter places the backpack in front of him then looks at the sleeping ten year old in the back seat as Tony pulls out of the parking lot.

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It's been about half an hour since Tony got Travis and Peter to the Compound and around 15 minutes since you texted Tony and Travis that you were coming to pick Trav up. Travis just woke up from his nap, fully for the first time since Tony picked him up from school, this not including the two times he woke up for no more than a minute to throw up. He sits up on the couch he was sleeping on, taking a moment to let the thumping pain in his head subside, before standing up and beginning to roam around the compound, immediately heading for an elevator not far from where he sat. He pressed the only button present outside of the elevator which pointed down and entered once it opened. He looks at the destinations that labeled each button and decided to go down to the floor labeled "Kiddy Lab", then pulled out his phone to see your text.

Mama (ICE) ����:

I'm on my way to the compound, should be there by 330 or 400. Text me when you wake up. 😘

He quickly texts back when he finishes reading.

Just woke up a couple of minutes ago. Head still hurts and so does my throat but my stomach feels a lot better.

He pressed send right as he reached the destined floor, slightly surprised to hear Kendrick Lamar blast through the speakers in the ceiling of the shockingly large and well equipped lab. He walks further in, tightening the blanket around his shoulders, and turns a corner to see Peter at a workbench, seeming to be doing homework and ever so slightly moving to the music.

"Hey, Peter." Travis musters his first full sentence that he's said within the last 45 minutes.

"Oh, hey Trav! How are you feeling?" He places down his pencil and turns around on the lab stool to look at him. His eyes scan down his lanky body, slightly jealous of his height at such a young age, but the overwhelming feeling of practically being a big brother overshadowing everything else.

"Better. Throat and head still hurt…" he looks around the bright lab, somewhat confused about why the lab has what seems to be very advanced technology. "Is this all your's. Like, did… did Tony make this for you?"

"Oh, ha, not exactly. I share this lab with Shuri, who is somewhere around here. Most of this stuff was transported from her lab in Wakanda." Peter calls out for Shuri a few times, knowing of her incoming presence when he hears the volume of the music decrease. From around a large machine comes a dark skinned, tall, thin girl, hair in a ponytail of long braids, streaks of blue flowing through them. She had on black skinny jeans, a large light blue t-shirt with "The Birds Work for the Bourgeoisie." written across the chest in simple black letters and baby blue Air Max's.

"What's up, Spider Boy?" Her thick accent was like heaven to Travis's ears as he took in Shuri's presence.

"Shuri, this is Travis, Tony's son. Travis, the is Princess Shuri of Wakanda and arguably the smartest person in the world." He whispers that last part but still earns a smack from Shuri.

"He just doesn't want to admit that I'm smarter than his beloved Mr. Stark." She turns back to Travis with her hand out and a bright beautiful smile on her face. "Nice to meet you Travis."

"N-n-nice to-uh- meet you too, your majesty." Travis does an awkward hybrid hand shake bow, unsure what to do and too nervous to even look into her eyes.

"Please, just call me Shuri. So, Trav, how old are you?" She begins to walk back around the large machine in the middle of the lab, to which Travis swiftly follows suit.

"I'm, uh, t-ten. Eleven in February." He shivers from the cold air in the lab and wraps his blanket tighter around him.

"That's cool. So, being Tony's son, you must be into something science related, right?" She goes over to a large holographic computer-type set up and types something on the keyboard embedded in the table.

"I like robotics, but it's mainly because my mom is a biomedical engineer and mainly works with robotics. B-but I have always felt some connection to Tony Stark, though." He tries to puff his chest out at his more fanboy-like intuition but has to move quickly to cover his mouth with the crook of his elbow when he feels a cough coming on.

"That's cool. So, you've got smarts on both sides. Do you do anything else? Sports or something?" She manipulates something in the hologram and then continues to type.

"I'm in my schools robotics club, we actually got 4th place at our most recent competition. I'm also on a club baseball team because my mom used to play softball and I liked the stories she used to tell me about her playing and though it sounded cool." At the moment his rambling siezed, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, promoting him to take it out, knowing it's a text from you.

Mama (ICE) 🐻:

I'm here. Be ready to go in 5. I just need to talk to Tony real quick.

Travis groans at the text, coughing at the irritation he imposed on his throat. "My mom is here. I have to get going." He says loud enough for Shuri and Peter to hear.

"Hey, Shuri, we should go up with him. You have to meet his mom. She's super nice." Peter gets up from his stool and makes his way over to the two.

"Alright. I just need to finish one last thing and we'll head up." She looks back at Travis, lowering her gaze ever so slightly when she realizes that Travis just so happened to be slightly shorter than her.

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Hey, I'm in the compound where are you?

You press send on the text to Tony then head to the elevator, picking up Travis's backpack as you pass it. You press the button and wait for the doors to open, and once they do you enter and press the button labeled "Lab". A minute later you arrived at the end of a short hallway, one side with concrete walls and the other side with tall glass windows allowing all visibility into the lab. As you walk to the end of the hallway where the door was you look in and wave at Tony, adjusting Travis's backpack on your shoulder along with your purse.

"Welcome, Ms. Y/L/N." You hear a female A.I. voice greet you as you open the door into the lab, light rock music playing in the background.

"Hey, Y/N. Uh-how was your presentation?" Tony meets you halfway, which just so happened to be next to a workbench that he decides to lean against.

"I think it went well. The reason I'm coming so late is because they had me take them to the hospital where the robot is being held to show them how it's used. They seemed quite pleased." A quiet fell over the two of you which gave you a second to look around his lab as he watched you admirably. "Oh, uh, thank you so much for picking up Travis and taking care of him for me. It really helped take a load off of my day." You grin at Tony, the natural sparkle in your eye making him melt.

"It was no problem at all. And if you ever need me to do anything at all just text, call, email, face time…" You two giggle at the last suggestion and sit in now more comfortable silence.

"Well, I guess we better get back up to the, uh, main room." You turn to the door that exits back out to the short hallway but stop when you hear Tony call your name.

"Are you free, say, next Friday? I passed a restaurant, uh, Italiano Roma. It seemed right up your alley and I mean we have to celebrate your great presentation. I heard it's pretty new…" He does an open arm gesture and raises his eyebrows, waiting for your answer.

"Yeah, new and expensive." You laugh and begin to walk to the door again.

"Come on. It's all on me." Tony rushes from behind you to open the door. You sigh and turn to look at him holding open the door.

"Fine, next Friday. " You smile and continue out the door and down the hallway.

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You and Tony finally make it to the main room, and your heart swells when you see Travis pulling on his shoes, wrapped in a blanket and laughing with Peter and another teenager, a very pretty dark skin girl.

"Mama!" Travis calls over to you then coughs after the sudden throat irritation.

"Hey baby. You ready to go home?" You remove the blanket from his shoulders and help him pull his jacket on.

"Yeah. But before we go, I wanted you to meet Shuri. She's from Wakanda, practically a genius, and only 16." You look at the dreamy look in your son's eyes then at Shuri who already had her hand out.

"It's a pleasure meeting you, Ms. Y/L/N. Your son is a delightful and very bright boy." She smiles a bright smile and gives you a slight bow.

"It's a pleasure meeting you too. I'm glad that Travis has been exposed to such bright talented young adults like you and Peter. Actually…" You briefly at Tony, then back at the teens. "Would you two mind watching Travis next Friday? I made plans with someone and I feel like you two would be the best people to watch him and make sure everything runs smoothly. I'll pay you both, say, $10 and hour?"

"We would love to, Ms. Y/L/N, right Shuri?" Peter walks by Shuri and nudges her.

"Oh, yes. Of course, it would be no problem at all." She smiles.

"Oh, thank you both so much." You look over at where Travis was previously sat only to find that he moved. You turn around to see him talking to Tony. "Trav, time to go." You give him a sorry smile which he nods to, then proceeds to hug Tony and bid everyone in the room goodbye. "Tony, I'll text you when we get home, okay?"

"Okay." He gives you a bright smile and watches as you walk Travis out, feeling his forehead with the back of your hand then rubbing back his rouge curls.

#tony stark x black reader #tony stark imagine #tony stark x reader #tony stark #iron man imagine #iron man x reader #iron man #robert downey jr #marvel #marvel imagine

[straightouttaneptune]

Chosen 02

Pairing: Avengers x reader, Natasha Romanoff x reader

Warning: MIND B L O W I N G SCIENCE jk idk if it makes sense lmao. Fluff, fluff, fluff, sassy Dr Strange, implied smut but no smut.

Summary: The reader is a senior in a local high school, watching Avengers: Endgame in cinemas when something absolutely mind-blowing happens.

A/N: I present to you, Chosen pt. 2!! Take that, writer’s block!!! I’m obsessed with Nat, so obvi this one’s Nat x reader as well😂

Special s/o: @ihaeresortedtonothingness @blackreaders-assemble @katykat71114 @hpspngot @pyrowolfgirl1408

Part one

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The next few weeks were mind blowing. The people you thought were fictional for all those years, they all surrounded you now, and you’d slip a few happy tears when everyone else weren’t looking.

Is this what it feels like to finally belong? Steve placing a warm blanket on you during movie nights, Wanda making tomato soups just for you after a tiring day of genetic tests, late nights with Tony down in his lab as he teaches you all you need to know about mechanics, playful banters with Sam and Bucky, talking to pigeons with Clint, and so many ordinary things that you would give your kidney to keep.

"Okay, place your fingers on the trigger, both hands, eyes on the target," Natasha brushed up against your shoulders as she coached you through gun training, all part of Bruce's plan to figure out what kind of spectacular powers you possessed to be chosen by the universe. "And shoot." 

"This isn't just a coincidence?" You furrowed your brows at Bruce, still not seeing what was so surprising that they had to actually create a rip in the multi-verse and reality to bring you here. 

"It's not. We looked through every possible explanation, and we only found that you were meant to happen." Bruce looked over at Tony as if to ask for support, explaining everything as best as he could. 

"We found a prophecy, kid. Well, technically, Chancellor Neighsay found it- but, it means that you were meant to be found, and you were meant to be brought back." 

“Chancellor Neighsay? Did I miss something?”

“He means Stephen Strange. He looks like Chancellor Neighsay from my little pony.”

“Ah. There was a meme about that.”

Bang! The gun forced your hand back with force, making you stumble back a few steps. The loud echo rippled through your eardrums even through the protective ear muffs. The bullet hit right on target, though. You were able to tell from Natasha's proud grin. 

“Maybe your talent is with guns. And fighting, and tech, and science, and, well, everything.”

Natasha stared at you, just as curious as you were of yourself. You’d never learned how to shoot guns, or to fight, or anything about tech. But it all came so naturally. Maybe you did really belong here.

“I don’t know why I can do these things.” You sighed short-breathed, fueled by adrenaline and the excitement.

“Whatever it is, I can tell that you belong here.” Natasha’s smile was contagious, leaving the two of you to stare at each other with a huge grin on both of your faces.

The trance is only broken when Bruce, Stephen, Tony and Steve all runs into the room exhilarated and out of breath.

“Y/N! Y/N, we- we found out why you’re here.” Bruce hunched down to take a breath, while Nat sprinted toward Tony to look at the documents he was holding.

“Oh- okay. Why?” Your eyes twinkled, finally about to find out what made you, a seemingly ordinary girl to be so important. Weirdly, it felt like a scene from a movie. Perfectly rehearsed. But this was reality for you now.

“You passed every test with flying colors because you have the power to do anything. Absolutely anything. You- are the product of the power stone.” Stephen announced as if it was the most dramatic and astonishing thing in the world, but all the reaction it brought from you was a furrow of brows.

“What?”

Stephen sighed discontentedly, expecting you to understand like it was the easiest thing in the world.

“Don’t go all Sherlock on me, Bohemian Cucumber.” You replied slyly to his annoyed reaction, knowing very well that Stephen won’t understand a thing.

“Wha- okay. Anyways, with the Big Bang, came the infinity stones. The first keeper of the power stone, she wanted to harvest and protect its powers so she hid it in the void of the multi-verse. Waiting for the right living thing who would be chosen by the stone to possess its power.” Avengers started to gather in the room, Friday must have called for them.

“It chose you, Y/N. The day you were born. The power was too strong, and it killed your mother, father, and everything inside the hospital. That’s why you were found alone. Why you grew up in an orphanage.” Bruce explained, corners of his eyes dropping as he touched a sensitive subject for you as gently as possible.

“That doesn’t explain why I’ve been normal ever since though... I remember getting sucky grades for P.E.” You reminisce to the terrible elementary school years, cringing at the memories.

“Simple. It’s the nature of your original universe. It blocks your powers. When you got the powers is another story. Your original world contained it as best as it could. If uncontained, it could’ve caused a massive supernova on Earth.” As if reading your mind, Tony answered the lingering question in your mind. It all actually made sense. It was still very surreal, of course... but it made sense.

“And now you’re needed here.” Natasha’s hand enveloped around yours, the warmth radiating off of her palms.

“Now I’m needed here.” Your voice was lighter, feeling like a huge weight has been lifted off of your shoulders. You no longer felt trapped in your own life. Looking deep into Natasha’s eyes, you felt a sense of belonging.

Time skip to 2 years later

“Y/N!!! Sam stole my bedsheets again!” Bucky’s high-pitched yell sounded through the new and remodeled Avengers facility.

“Why would he steal your bedsheets??” You screamed back, placing the teacup onto its saucer.

“Because it’s a pain in the ass to put em back on the mattress!” Sam laughed maniacally, rushing past the living room with a flowing cape that was Bucky’s bedsheets dragging on the floor behind him.

“Let them do their thing, baby. Let’s go to our room.” Natasha placed her empty cup on the coffee table, grabbing your wrist and looking at you with mischievous eyes.

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” You giggled as she led you down the hall into the elevator, pushing you into the compartment as soon as the doors opened.

In the next few hours, Tony would regret (again) that he didn’t make the walls sound-proof.

Life truly is a surprise.

#marvel #marvel cinematic universe #mcu #marvel comics #avengers #mcu imagine #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanov #natasha romanoff #natalie rushman #natalia romanova #black widow x reader #black widow #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #female x female #fem!reader #avengers x reader #lgbtq

[starksdaughter-3000]

Mob!Bucky x f!Reader

*Not my GIF*

Warning~ Mob au, Cuddling, Fluff

Wc~ I don't fuckin know:/

A/N~ :) Enjoy!

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You had just got back from shopping at the mall, entering the mansion with Sam opening the door for you with all your bags in his hands.

"Thank you Sam I appreciate it but I could have carried them myself." Sam chuckles. "It's alright sweet pea I got it." You see Bucky coming down the stairs with a nice navy blue suit with his hair sliked back.

"You can set my bags down at the couch, thanks again Sam." Sam nods to you and heads to the couch. Bucky aproches you in a hurry.

"Hi baby, where are you heading?" Bucky gives you a quick kiss to your forehead. "Last minute buisness meeting out of town. I'll be back tommorrow morning though. Love you."

"Love you too babe." Bucky gives you another kiss before heading out the door with Steve right behind him.

You sigh and turn towards Sam. "What will you be up to Sam?" "Ah nothing much just gonna head home and fix dinner."

"Cool. Well im gonna hit the hay early, night!"

~

As you wake up you turn towards your alarm clock.

10:28am

"Damn let me get ready."

You stretch and go into the bathroom to get ready.

~

11:24am

At the moment you are chillin in bed watching Netflix. As the bedroom door swings open and Bucky apears in the door way.

"Jamesie!" You yell as you jump across the bed to jump into his arms.

"Hey doll." You wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist as he hold you up.

"Mmmh I missed you Buck." You snuggle your face into his neck smelling his expencive cologne. He laughs.

"Doll it hasn't been 24 hours. I've been gine for longer."

"That doesn't matter, I miss you whenever you whenever your not around, even idmf it was just for a second." His heart warms at your words.

"Now can we cuddle?" You ask pulling your head back to give him puppy dog eyes.

"How could I ever say no to that." He smiles, walking you to the bed. As he sets you down and climbs in after you he asks.

"Why are your shopping bags still in the living room?"

"Crap I forgot, I was tired." He brings your warm body closer to his.

"What did you get doll?" You smirk.

You'll have to see. I can put on a fashion show for you later." You whisper in his ear seductively. He growls.

"You most definitely will. I can't wait." You smile and grab his face to pull him into a passionate kiss.

"I love you bubbs."

"Love you too doll."

~

#bucky barns x reader #mob boss bucky #mob au #sarge barnes sir #marvel fic #bucky x black!reader #marvel #haha #tehe #bucky fluff #bucky x female reader #bucky x blackreader #black reader

[canumoveurseatup-no]

colors pt.1

summary: a series of describing colors without using its name.

word count: 747 (mini drabble/ poem type beat)

pairings: bucky x black!reader

warnings: cheating, alluding to domestic abuse, baby angst, small mention of drug

A/N: i know this was not in the list but i started writing and i was on a roll. so enjoy!

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It’s the color of a searing kiss to shut you up during an argument. 

You and Bucky were so different but loved the idea of being together. You loved the thought of each other. You were passionate about your relationship but you were just another warm body to him.

You argued night after night, sometimes about the most trivial things like not being able to hear each other on the phone to the important things like not respecting boundaries. 

It’s the way you bite your lip in anger to keep your tears at bay. It’s the screaming matches, the spit flying from your mouths, trying not to trip over your words.

You hate fighting. The bass in his voice was terrifying.

“Why aren’t you listening to me?,” you held your hands up, begging for him to actually hear you. But Bucky lived in his own world.

“What is there to listen to?!,” 

The color of fear washing over your face. You’re doing anything to make him listen but he refuses.

So he kisses you in hopes you’ll forget, and you do. For the moment anyway.

It’s the warmth of teeth clashing, tongues tangled, heated moans in the dark as your heart swells. He was so good at “apologizing”. Sex was his apology. It wasn’t healthy. 

It’s the color of you holding on tight in hopes it will get better.

But it doesn’t.

It’s the color of another argument ensuing, tears falling on the floor, wet eyelashes and sore eyes.

It’s “I love you! I hate you! I need you!,” adding tears to top it off.

He built you palaces out of his words. Constructing them so beautifully, knowing what you wanted to hear to tie you up in a knot.

It’s a big flag that waves before your eyes that you choose to ignore.

Maybe if you ignored it enough, it’d go away. Bucky was a good man and you believed in giving chances. People can change. 

But Bucky doesn’t.

The lies started to flow in more. You made any logical reason to push it out of your mind any chance you got. Bucky couldn’t hurt you, Bucky wouldn’t hurt you.

It’s the thought where you’d rather put your hand on a burning stove top than be hurt by him. 

But he was hurting you, he was. You just refused to ignore it. You wanted your happy ending. He was your happy ending, right? 

It’s a film covering your sight and clouding your judgment as you scream and break things in a fit. The arguments began to happen more frequently. 

It’s the feeling of your raw throat as you shouted above each other. It’s the warmth of his hand meeting your cheek and a gasp so loud it pulls the sound from the room. Your ears are ringing and you two are still.

It’s “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to! Don’t leave!,” his puppy dog eyes reeled you in and made you feel guilty. You loved him and he loved you. He told you any chance he could, but it was only after wounding you with his words or... now his hands.

It’s the pang in the pit of your stomach when you come back from work and see the petals scattered on the floor. He peppered your skin with kisses, massaged knots from your muscles, you two fornicated all night until you believed things were back to normal. As normal as things can get with you two.

It’s his words “I apologize, I’ll be better,” without meaning a damn thing. 

It’s gaslighting you. You run circles around your mind, trying to figure out what you did.

It’s your eyes when you get high to forget, to try and forgive. But forgiving him was getting heard as goggles that skewed your vision were beginning to become less foggy. 

It’s the ache in your chest when you see him grab another woman’s waist... after he said he was “out with the boys”

It’s missing his touch after not experiencing it for months... but finding an empty condom wrapper that’s not yours.

It’s the water beating down on your and burning your skin as you hide in the shower to cry. When you finally pull yourself together, you tell yourself you deserve better.

You deserve your happy ending. But it’s not with him.

It’s the liberation that burns within you like fresh hot embers on a summer night as you wipe your hands clean and finally say,

“I’m done,”

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[blackmissfrizzle]

Knives Out, Thighs Out

A/N:  hi love!! so obsessed with your blog but i wanted to give a little suggestion for that beautiful dress you posted about wanting to use in a fic if thats okay :)) maybe a chris x reader at some red carpet event and she wheres that dress and its drives him a lil crazy ;) orrrrr bucky x reader and they attend one of tony’s parties in that dress haha. anyway, ily 💞

A/N: @gloryevans​ Thanks for the suggestion! I hope you enjoy!

A/N: Also here’s the dress inspiration for this fic.

Damn, you were out of shape. You thought you could outrun Chris, since he didn’t have to keep up with the extreme workouts for Captain America, but you were wrong. The only advantage that you had was, Chris going easy on you and not actually trying to catch you.

“Awww, babe you’re really not gonna let me see,” Chris asked, clearly amused at how hard you were breathing.

Catching your breath, you stood up straight. “Firstly, fuck off, Evans. And secondly, hell no you can’t see it!”

Chris rounded around the couch and pulled you into his embrace. While his hands were massaging your ass, his lips were teasing your skin as he left feather light kisses on your neck. “Pretty please,” he asked between kisses, dropping his voice an octave lower, knowing what that does to you.

Reluctantly, you pulled away from him and swatted at his hands. “Nuh uh. You can’t seduce me into showing you my dress.”

Tomorrow would be the first time you and Chris would be out in public as a couple. You knew you had to be on you’re a-game, because his fans and the media could be vicious. So, you bought the most beautiful dress, but you didn’t want Chris to see until the premiere.

“It’s not fair. You already know what I’m wearing,” Chris whined.

Shrugging your shoulders, you gave Chris a kiss on the cheek and left the room. He would just have to keep wondering, even if it killed him.

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Chris left a little earlier than you, due to the fact that you needed the extra rest and time to get ready, but you promised him you meet him before he got on the carpet.

When your limo pulled up, you spotted Chris and instantly lost your breath. He filled out his white suit well and all you wanted to do was strip him out of it.

“Ms. Y/L/N, are you ready,” the driver asked, prompting you out of your nasty daydream. Without saying a word, you shook your head yes and the driver came around to open the door for you.

The first thing Chris saw was your thigh and he thought about how he would love to be in between them. But when he finally got to see you in your entirety, he knew he wouldn’t be able to make it through the night without getting in between your legs at least once.

The gown you wore accented your curves and complimented your skin perfectly, giving you a summertime goddess vibe. You accidently stumbled upon the coral and lavender beauty and fell in love instantly, but you were disappointed that the dress didn’t come in your size. Out of desperation, you contacted the designer and they gladly altered the dress to your size.

Once Chris snapped out of it, he walked to the car to help you out of the car. Even with your heels on, you were shorter than Chris and had to look up at him. “Hey daddy,” you whispered into his before kissing him.

In return Chris growled in your ear and gripped your hip tighter to the point you knew you going to have a bruise. Between pictures for the media, you whispered to Chris, “Behave. There’s cameras everywhere.”

Finally remembering where he was, Chris turned his attention from you to the cameras and smiled. When Chris decided that the press had enough pictures, he walked you two off the carpet.

“Time and opportunity,” Chris whispered in your ear, guiding you to the theater.

“Excuse me,” you asked, staring up at him as his darkened blue gaze while peering down at you.

Gripping you even tighter than before, Chris said, “Time and opportunity are the only things keeping me from bending you over, bouncing on my dick, and screaming my name.”

Checking your surroundings, you noticed you and Chris had a modicum of privacy, so you guided Chris’ hands to your unclothed core. “Lucky for you I’m not wearing any panties.”

Chris’ nostrils flared and he took the fingers that were dripping from your wetness and put them in his mouth. The moan he let out was sinful and you were ready to risk it all. Thankfully, his agent came and got him for the panel before the movie began, because the look he shared with you, told you he was about to abandon all his responsibilities and give you those kids he’s been talking about.

Letting his agent pull him away, he mouthed, ‘time and opportunity’ to you.

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The movie was a hilarious good time and Chris was phenomenal in his role. It was weird to see him play a jackass, but he did wonderful, nonetheless. Now you were mingling with others at the after party, while Chris was being pulled into different conversations. You didn’t mind being alone, you enjoyed seeing Chris getting all the recognition.

Anyway, you didn’t stay alone for too long. Lakeith kept you entertained, knowing you weren’t familiar with all the industry people, and he also wanted to talk shit about the crazy ass white people at the party.

As Chris maneuvered around the party, he noticed that you were spending too much time with Lakeith. Normally, Chris wasn’t a jealous or possessive man, but for another man to be getting your attention in that dress for an extended amount of time wasn’t gonna fly with him. He excused himself from the conversation he was having with some producers about a future project and walked to the bar, where you were at and at that moment, he decided it was time and opportunity.

“Chris, my man, how’s it going?” Lakeith greeted him, clapping his hand and pulling him into a one arm hug.

“Good, just a little tired of this unnecessary mingling. You know how it is. Anyway, I gotta steal my date away from you. My publicist wants pictures of the happy couple.”

Lakeith gave Chris a sympathetic smile, knowing how annoying publicists could be. You gave Lakeith your goodbye as Chris pulled you along, you barely keeping up. Chris gently shoved you into the restroom, not saying a word while he checked all the stalls.

“Baby, what are you doing?”

Just as you finished your question, Chris finished checking the last stall. He strode towards you, unbuckling his pants. “Time and opportunity,” he said before he kissed you.

Once he ended that soul-snatching kiss, Chris ordered you to turn around and put your hands on the wall. “You think you could just entice me with this dress and flirt with another man and there’ll be no consequences?”

Turning your head, you looked at Chris with big, innocent doe-eyes. “What do you mean?” You knew exactly what Chris meant and enjoyed every minute baiting him. When Lakeith started talking to you, you got the diabolic idea to be a little bit too touchy-feely with him whenever you had Chris within your line of sight.

“You really gonna play stupid, huh?” Chris gritted through his teeth as he tugged on your hair. “That’s why I’m gonna fuck you in this restroom like the dirty little slut that you are.”

You didn’t know it was possible, but Chris’ words made you even wetter causing you to poke your ass out even more. Chris bunch up your dress just enough to grant him access to his favorite place in the world.

Without warning he slammed into you, making you cum already. With just a few pumps, you tried pushing Chris away, but he slapped your hand away, “Don’t deny me my pussy.”

Knowing you two didn’t have long, Chris planned his last few strokes to get him over the edge. The roar he let out when he came, overtook your senses that you didn’t notice the tiny, velvet black box that fell from his pocket.

Chris leaned his forehead against the back of your head while the both of you were catching your breath. Thanks to your head leaning down, your eyes caught sight of the black box. You kneeled down to pick it up, “What’s this,” you questioned more to yourself than to Chris.

When Chris finally saw what was in your hand, he tried to knock it out your hand, but you were out of reach when you opened it. The box revealed your dream engagement ring and you started putting the pieces together.

Your boyfriend was looking flustered as you waited for him to ask the question you’ve been dying to hear.

“No! No way, Y/N!” Chris yelled when he saw the expectant look on your face.

“Aww, babe why not? We’re both dressed to the nine’s and the ring’s already out. The only thing missing is you on one knee.”

Chris was completely mortified at your suggestion, but at the same time at least he knew what your answer would be. “I’m not proposing to you in a got damned men’s restroom, while my cum is running down your thigh.”

You looked down and in fact, Chris’s cum was making it way down your leg. Before you could reach for a napkin, Chris was already bending down and cleaning up his mess. After, he finished he snatched the box from your hand, put it in his pocket, and have you a quick kiss.

He poked his head out the restroom door and gave you the clear to come out. Holding his hand out as a signal for you to grab it, you obeyed and walked hand in hand with your man.

“Promise you’ll ask soon,” you asked, right before you two entered the party.

“Promise.” Chris claimed, knowing that by tomorrow morning you would be rocking a new piece of jewelry.

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[canumoveurseatup-no]

aches of the heart

summary: friends with benefits never ended well, did they?

word count: 1.2k

pairing: wanda maximoff x black!fem!reader 18+

warnings: unrequited love, angst, wlw

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She told herself not to get caught up, hell, even you told her not to get caught up. But everytime you were craving her she couldn’t help but invite you in because she was always craving you.

She made sure to give it to you like you deserve. Maybe soon you’d get sick of your one night stands and want something real and lasting, realizing that that’s what she’s been all along.

But your nights always ended with you kissing her cheek and running off. She so badly wanted to ask you to stay, but she’s learned her mistake from that before.

“Told you that’s not my style, Maxie,”

Only would she let you give her nickname like that and she not get annoyed by it. You fixed your head scarf and walked out that night and didn’t talk to her for a few days in hopes she’d lose that mindset by the time you came back again.

She never did.

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Girls night sounded like a good idea at first. She’d get to feel you dance against her, her hands on your hips being your back closer to her. Kissing your neck in hopes to get you riled up and fuck you on the sink.

But that happened with someone else. She dumped her fruity drink and got something darker and harsher, angry at herself for even still thinking this way.

“You’re gonna make yourself sick,” Maria warned.

“I made myself sick the second I thought we could be more,”

Wanda wanted to put herself out there like you. Maybe she’d get over you and you’d realize what you had late and come after her and she’d put up a fight, only for you to try harder until she finally gave in... no... that’s not how that thought was supposed to go. She’s supposed to deny you and make your heart ache like hers is now.

No matter what solution she came up with, it always resulted in her being yours and you showing it off proudly.

“You can’t keep doing this to yourself,” Natasha was worried for her friend. Sure she cared for you but she wasn’t too fond of the way you were treating Wanda... simply because she was doing the same thing to Bucky and she knew it was a hard cycle to break.

“Is there something wrong with me?,” Wanda didn’t want to cry but she blamed it on alcohol being a depressant, “I mean I show her I care in so many other ways outside of the bedroom,”

“She has commitment issues, she’s scared. Tony was the same way at first,” Pepper popped a peanut in her mouth, “You gotta fall back a bit and maybe she’ll realize,”

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Wanda knew that plan would fail because she found herself delivering your favorite lunch to your office. She had to swallow hard when she found you flirting with a colleague down the hall but she held her head high, set it on your desk and walked out without being seen by you.

By the time you returned to your desk it had gone lukewarm but a little microwaving would have it good as knew. You didn’t even read the note as you knew it was from her.

If only you read the note.

You don’t have to be afraid to settle down with me. I will be patient and understanding. I will care and love you until I can’t anymore. Be mine?

-Wanda <3

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She knew your knock. You didn’t even have to call or text, she knew your knock and she ran to the door before your first even met the door for a second time.

“How was your lunch?,” she smiled hopefully. Maybe you were here because you were ready.

“It was delicious, you left the receipt with it though. That cashier who is always flirting with you left a note on it. I didn’t read it though, felt invasive if I did,”

You hung your coat up on the coat hanger and walked in the kitchen for a glass of wine.

Wanda felt her heart sink to the soles of her feet. You didn’t even read the fucking thing. She should kick you out. Scream her thoughts at the top of her lungs but the way your hips swayed in your pinstripe slacks had her wanting you to stay.

You walked out the kitchen with a button to your white blouse undone, making the light hit the skin of your cleavage perfectly. Your pumps had your legs looking so long and it made her weak.

You look so established and dominant and intimidating, all the things she loved about you.

“Come sit on my lap,” you took a big gulp of your wine before setting it down and pat your thighs, “missing feeling your ass in my hands,”

Wanda wanted to cry. She wanted the ground to swallow her whole. You hadn’t even read the note.

“N-no, no,” she swallowed, “Not tonight,” she surprised herself. She wanted to break this cycle. She wanted to take the advice of the others.

“Okay,” you nodded. She expected you to be a little upset, she expected you to get up and walk out as that’s all she was to you, warm blood pumping in between the sheets, “What would you rather do, Maxie?,”

Ever so elegantly did you pick your glass up and sip from it.

“I-,” she didn’t think she’d get this far, “I just want to be in your company,” she shrugged.

You shrugged as well, kicking your pumps off and turning the tv on, “Pick a movie,”

She got popcorn ready and you two spent the night watching rom-coms, she hoped you’d get the hint. She hoped you’d stay when she fell asleep but she was let down when she heard you talking on the phone in her sleep before trying to quietly leave.

“Miss me already? Need me this soon?,”

She didn’t want to open her eyes because she knew she would cry. She hoped you would carry her to the bed and get in with her.

She hoped that you would see that she needed you more than whoever you were on the phone with and that you always would.

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“You fucked me so good I almost said I love you,” you laughed with baited breath.

She didn’t respond. She just stared up at the ceiling. This was her break up sex. She gave her all and hopefully from now on she would be able to turn you away. If you couldn’t see it after today you never would.

“You’ve got spunk,”

Wanda quickly blinked the tears away when she felt your lips on her cheek. That was the telltale that you could get up and leave, even ghost her for a couple days to dabble here and there.

She was silent the whole time and you knew why. You knew this whole time but you couldn’t let her get caught up with you.

Settling down and being with someone you loved, who loved you just as much back was foreign land and you’d be damned if you got hurt again because you were more head over heels.

Hurt people hurt people.

Wanda wanted to pull you back and kiss you so hard your lips hurt, she wanted to beg you to stay and open your fucking eyes. But she didn’t and a tear fell when you left without a word.

She heard the front door slam before her phone dinged. She cursed to herself wondering who would text her at a time like this.

Her heart jumped when she saw your name but it was only you digging deeper in her wound.

“You don’t need me like you think you do,”

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[blackmissfrizzle]

America’s Ass

Title: America’s Ass

Characters: Steve x black!reader (platonic), Sam x black!reader (platonic), Bucky x black!reader

Summary: Steve chooses someone to be the new Captain America.

Word Count: 1022

A/N: I’m super proud of this one! The idea just popped up in my head while I was in the shower and I had to immediately write it. There’s probably some errors, I did light editing.

Steve decided he would be the one to return the infinity stones to their correct time. You tried to convince him it would be better if he had backup, but he was dead-set on going alone.

“Be careful, Steve.”

“I will.” Steve whispered against your hair as he hugged you. He gave you a kiss to the forehead and then gave Bruce the go ahead.

You returned to Bucky’s side and gripped his hand. “He’s not coming back, is he?” Steve’s hug was what tipped you off. It was like the hugs he gave you before you guys left for a mission, except this one had a definite finality to it. One last goodbye.

Bucky wiped the stray tear from your face. “Yeah, doll.”

Sam, Bucky, and you watched as Bruce countdown and then suddenly Steve was gone. A part of your heart was missing.

While everyone was a little nervous around you since you were Nick Fury’s kid and treated you differently, Steve was the only one who didn’t besides Nat. Steve easily became your best friend. Then, he introduced you to the love of your life, Bucky and you couldn’t have been happier to have Steve Rogers as your best friend.

You were busy talking to Sam when Bucky took you to the bench by the lake. Out of nowhere some old man was sitting there.

Taking a couple of steps to find out who he was, you were confronted with familiar baby blues. “Steve?”

Old Steve’s eyes crinkled as he smiled. “Hey kid.”

You rolled your tongue around your mouth before breaking out into a smile. “You went back to her? To Peggy.”

“Yeah. I lived that life Tony talked about so much. Danced, got married, and had a couple of kids. Even had a daughter and named her Y/N.”

Damn Steve, he had you crying again. If he wasn’t so old you would’ve let Bucky punch him.

“So, how did it work with Sharon? Did she suddenly forget that she kissed her aunt’s ex-flame now turned uncle-in-law?” A headache was forming before you could put further thought in it. Time travel was a bitch.

Ignoring your question, Steve chuckled and reached for the bag next to him. “Y/N there’s something I want to give you.”

Steve pulled out his shield and held it for you to take it. For a moment you stood there slack jawed and dumbfounded. Dementia must’ve gotten to Steve because there was no way he wanted you to take up the Captain America mantle.

Putting a hand to Steve’s forehead to check to see if he had a temperature. “Are you senile, Steve? I can’t be Captain America! I don’t exactly look like your everyday American.”

He had to have lost his mind. Did Steve really think a black woman should be Captain America?

“Y/N, you practically been by my side every step of the way. You’re selfless, brave, smart, and an all around badass. You’re meant to be Captain America. Damn what anyone thinks how Captain America would look. Now take the shield, it’s getting heavy for an old man.”

Tentatively, you grabbed the shield from Steve and it felt right in your hands. You held Steve’s shield a handful of times before, but you never had this feeling before.

“But why not Bucky or Sam?” Both you and Steve turned around to look at the duo and found both of them had each other in a headlock.

With a shake of your head, you sighed in exasperation. “Never mind. But,” you raised a hand in objection. “What the hell am I gonna do with those two? I’m pretty sure I’m gonna murder them.”

Steve cracked a mischievous smile. “Your problem now.”

Stomping around like a petulant child, you pleaded with Steve. “Ugh, Steve it’s not fair!”

Your supposedly best friend laughed at your expense. He’s lucky he’s a senior citizen or you would’ve punched him by now.

After your little temper tantrum, you settled down and joined Steve on the bench. He reassured you that you were the best choice and made sure you promised to visit him.

You two were exchanging goodbyes when a thought popped in your head.

“Hey, Stevie.”

“Hmmm.”

You motioned your head to your butt. “Does this means this is America’s ass now?”

Steve shook his head at your silliness. “Oh my God, I’ve created a monster,” he whispered to himself.

“Hey babe,” you called out to Bucky. Beginning to twerk in Bucky’s direction, you declared, “This is America’s ass now!”

‘I’m gonna kill Steve’ Bucky thought to himself. He threw you over his shoulder and smacked your ass. “No, it’s not. This is Bucky’s ass!”

You were kicking at the air in protest. “Put me down, you caveman! As my faithful sidekick, I order you to put me down!”

Bucky dropped you like a sack of potatoes. Lucky for you, the new America’s ass had some extra cushion.

“Sidekick?” Your boyfriend questioned.

“Yeah, you and Sam. It can be The Adventures of Captain America, Flamingo, and Summer Warrior.” You laughed at your own joke. Just to mess with Sam and Bucky you would give them code names similar to theirs. Usually you only did it to Sam, but on occasion Bucky would catch it and today so happened to be the day.

Sam caught up to you two in enough time to hear your joke. “Why did Steve do this? Now he’s made her head even bigger.”

Getting back on your feet, you pushed Sam. “Is that any way to talk to your Captain?”

Tired of your cockiness, Sam tripped you and Bucky made no effort to help you. Actually, him and Sam left you on the ground while you fussed at them about doing their Captain dirty.

“Is she really gonna be like this all the time?” Sam asked in annoyance.

“I doubt it, but even if she does, Stevie made the right choice.” Bucky turned around to look at you adoringly running back to him and Sam.

Sam followed Bucky’s gaze and looked at his other best friend proudly. “Yeah, pal he did.”

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[blackmissfrizzle]

Not Your Grandmama’s Captain America

Title: Not Your Grandmama’s Captain America- Sequel to America’s Ass

Characters: Bucky Barnes x black!reader, Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers, T’Challa and Shuri (mentioned)

Summary: The reader questions herself in her new role as Captain America

Word Count:

Warnings: Implied Smut and fluff

With the death of Tony Stark, Justin Hammer thought he could be the weapons juggernaut of the world once again. Only problem was he tended to sell his weapons to gangs, mercenaries, and terrorists, causing you, Sam, and Bucky to put in overtime.

You were currently fighting a man almost three times your size who was trying to stop you from seizing the vibrianium bullets Hammer intended to sell. And oh boy, his big ass was giving you a hell of a time.

At times you would forget that Steve passed the mantle of Captain America onto you until you felt the weight of the shield on your arm. Remembering that you had one of the world’s most infamous weapon at your disposal, you threw your shield at the big guy effectively knocking him off his feet.

“Took you long enough. Steve Rogers would’ve already taken me down. Maybe you’re not cut out to be Captain America.” The man gloated like he hadn’t just got his ass handed to him.

“It’s true that Steve would’ve knocked yo ole big Deebo lookin’ ass out faster, but” you waved your hands up and down your body, “this ain’t your grandmama’s Captain America.” Then you sent a nose crunching kick to the man’s face, sending him to an instant nap.

Grabbing the bullets, you heard another dumb argument between Sam and Bucky as they entered the room.

“Man, bullshit! I saved your ass, just admit it,” Sam claimed.

Bucky outwardly groaned and rolled his eyes. “Listen, Parrot, I had it under control. I knew that guy was behind me.”

“Is this how it’s always gonna be with you two? Because if that’s the case I’m going up in space with Aunt Carol and my dad.”

Sam grabbed the case of bullets and kissed you on the cheek. “We were always like this. The only difference now is that you’re the only one to break us up.”

Bucky ran up to the two of you and pushed Sam away from you. “Keep your bird beak off my girlfriend!”

The two of them were about to argue again, but you kicked both of them in the shins to get them to shut up.

“Fuck, doll!”

“What the hell Fury?”

Both grabbed their injured shin and hopping on one leg, howling in pain.

Pulling from the memories of your dad giving you many lectures, you conjured up the spirit of your father and threatened your best friend and boyfriend. “If you two don’t get it together, imma buy you a get along shirt and make you walk around in public with it. Okay?”

Each nodded their head furiously, hating the idea of being stuck in a t-shirt with the other.

Once they got their bearings, Sam and Bucky handed off Hammers’ men to the feds while you were talking to T’Challa about the bullets.

“We’re all good here, Cap. What did T’Challa say?” Bucky’s noticed at how your eyes slightly watered at your new nickname, but he didn’t dare address it at that moment. He knew you didn’t want to show any vulnerability while you were in public with your suit on.

“Thanking us for getting the bullets. In two days, we’ll be going to Wakanda to give them to the Wakandans.”

Bucky breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank God! Shuri can fix your suit.”

You looked down at your suit in disbelief. Shuri had done a good job you thought. She made the suit for your body and made it out of vibranium. The Wakandan princess was ecstatic that you were the new Captain America and said what was the point of a vibranium shield without a vibranium suit.

“What’s wrong with my suit?” You asked crossing your arms and drawing your eyebrows.

“That.” Bucky commented while pointing at your ass. He waved his hands in the shape of your body. “It’s too form fitting. How can I concentrate on beating someone’s ass when I’m too busy looking at yours?”

“Ugh, maybe I need to find someone to beat your ass so you could focus on saving yours.” You stuck your tongue out and laughed at him.

Bucky shuddered at the thought of having to fight more people. “Never mind. It’s perfect.”

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Later that night you were sitting between Bucky’s legs on the bed while he helped twist your hair. The two were working in peaceful silence when Bucky thought it was the perfect time to bring up what happened earlier.

“Hey babe.”

“Hmm?”

“Earlier today when I called you Cap, your eyes almost watered. What’s up with that, babe?”

Grateful that your back was to Bucky, you answered him quicker than you would if you would’ve been facing him.

“Do I really deserve to be called Cap or even be Captain America? I know Steve thought it was a good idea, but I’m not sure. Some of my old SHEILD coworkers doubt me and I was the best damn agent there. Hell, even the damn criminals don’t think I’m up to snuff.”

Bucky dropped the twist he was working on and firmly gripped your chin to face him. “Listen to me real good, doll. You’re the best person for the job, Stevie wouldn’t have chosen you if he didn’t think so. Now, if anyone else got some shit to say point them my way and me, my knife, and them can have a talk.”

You laughed through some of your tears and kissed your boyfriend. Bucky was serious about stabbing anyone who did you wrong. “Thanks, babe. But I don’t think the stabbing is necessary.”

“I didn’t say anything about stabbing anybody,” Bucky’s voice raised a couple of octaves higher.

As you opened your mouth to respond, your phone vibrated, alerting you to a text.

“Babe, Sam just told me to turn on the news. Grab the remote please.”

Bucky followed your directions and Steve filled your tv screen. Both you and Bucky exchanged looks, asking if the other knew why Steve was on tv, but both of you were in the dark.

“Hello, everyone it’s Steve Rogers. I should’ve done this a long time ago, but better late than never. The other day, I was out getting a cup of coffee and I heard someone talking down on Captain America. Not me, Captain America, but your new Captain, Y/N Fury.”

You scooted out of Bucky’s lap and closer to the tv, turning up the volume making sure you didn’t miss a word Steve said.

“I don’t know how many of you have been loved or protected by a black woman, but I’m gonna assume it’s a lot, judging by the amount of people talking smack. Y/N being Captain America is the best thing that’s happened to the world. She will fight for you and be in your corner despite all the dumb things you do and won’t be afraid to tell you what you did wrong. That’s what you get when you have a black woman as Captain America. That’s what you get when you have Y/N Fury as Captain America. And if you don’t like it, I guess you’ll just have to be mad, because she’s not going anywhere.” At the end of his statement shrugged his shoulders, blue eyes twinkling with mirth, and left his seat.

Steve soothed all your worries. He got on tv, which he hated, and basically told those who couldn’t get on board to go fuck themselves.

Feeling like your old self, you grabbed your phone and logged onto IG live. “Hey everyone, sorry for my hair looking a mess.” You ran your fingers through your untwisted hair. “Anyways I just wanted to say…Steve Rogers just told y’all to stay mad cuz my black ass is the new Captain America!!!” Laughing obnoxiously into the screen, you then stuck your tongue out, while Bucky was in the background slightly embarrassed and proud at the same time.

I keep it realer than real

Fuck all the critics and fuck how they feel

I'm getting money, it is what it is

They wanna know how I did what I did

Don't worry 'bout why I do what I do (bitch)

'Cause I ain't worried bout you (bitch)

You were singing along to the chorus of Megan the Stallion’s song to share your feelings to your haters, while most of your followers were sending you heart eye emojis and commenting ‘that’s my Captain America.’

Bucky decided it was time to end your live when you began twerking. He didn’t want everyone to see what you were working with. So, he snatched the phone and quickly ended your live video. “That’s enough of that.”

“Buck, what was that for? I was only showing them what America’s ass could do.” Your boyfriend instantly turned red and you achieved your goal. You loved messing with Bucky and making his possessive side show out.

“I don’t remember America having your ankles up to your ears and screaming out in ecstasy last night.” Bucky gave you a crooked smirked as he cockily referenced your bedroom adventures.

“Anyway, do you feel better?”

You returned to Bucky’s lap and straddled him. “Yeah. I’m sure I’m gonna have my off days, but you, Sam, and Steve will be there to pick me up.”

Bucky pecked your lips with his pink ones. “You got that right. I’m with you til the end of the line.”

This time it was your turn to kiss Bucky and it was deep and passionate. You were telling Bucky you loved him without words. Sniffling between a few fallen tears you whispered to your boyfriend, “I love you.”

Rubbing his nose against yours, Bucky whispered back, “I love you too, Captain.”

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Nothing More

Summary: headcanon where Steve gets insecure of your friendship with Sam

requested by @iliketowrite1996

pairing: Steve x Black!Reader

warnings: insecurities, a little angsty, little fluff

-Steve knew you loved him

-but what he didn’t know was how insecure he would feel when you met Sam

-you two instantly clicked, no doubt

-you two liked the same things, watched the same shows, had the same views on certain topics

-it made Steve feel bad because you two were like polar opposites.

-When Steve would go on missions he’d come back to the compound to actually find you with Sam and Nat chilling and sometimes training

-he could never get you to train

-“Nat taught me that cool thigh move and I used it on Sam. He was pissed, so he taught me moves to get back at Nat for teaching me that thingy”

-any other moment Steve would have been fine and be laughing along with you but not this time

-he valued Sam as a friend and knew Sam wouldn’t go after you

-you and Sam would go out to basketball, football and baseball games

-he even took you to one of his family reunions like he does with Rhodey every year. It’s all friendly, you three had a great time.

-Steve didn’t like stuff like games so when he found out, he tried to fake it till he made it

-“I’m thinking we can go to a game this weekend,”

-“Sorry Stevie, me and Sam are going to see Hamilton on Broadway! You know how hard I’ve been trying to get tickets”

-his heart dropped to the soles of his feet, he’d been trying to get you those tickets for months.

-Steve talked to Bucky and Nat about it

-you were Steve’s heart and he felt like you were leaving him behind

-“She’s knew around these parts, Steve. Who the hell wants to be surrounded around white people all the time? Sam is a sense of familiarity for her,”

-Steve hears Natasha’s words but he couldn’t shake the feeling that it was more than that

-really, Sam was just glad to have you around, you were like a little sister and it felt good to finally have a black woman around

-Steve decided not to press the situation in fear of it pushing you away.

-you came back after the musical and found the house quiet as ever. you two usually stay up until the other got home

-when you walked into your shared room, you saw him scooted all the way on his side which was odd considering he’d wait in the middle so that you still had room to crawl in then cuddle with him.

-the next morning you turn over and find his spot empty

-he usually waits until you wake up to leave

-a small pit of sadness sets in your stomach as you head downstairs and see your breakfast made for you but no Steve.

-it was the same for a few days after. him being asleep before you came back, waking up before you and no breakfast with him

-he was barely around at the compound when you were around spending time with Sam and Natasha.

-“Has anyone seen Steve?, haven’t really seen him the past few days” you ask while out at lunch with the two.

-“You two live together,” Natasha stuffs her mouth a breadstick and pasta

-“yeah but whenever I come home he’s already asleep and by the time I wake up he’s gone,”

-“Hadn’t seen him either. He’d assign us missions then head out,” Sam shrugged

-you frowned, now your insecurities were taking over, thinking the worst of the worst.

-days after that, you hadn’t talked to Sam or Nat, you wouldn’t go out or anything.

-after work you’d come straight home and Steve would still be asleep.

-one night you decided not to sleep in hopes of catching him early in the morning.

-“Steve” you’d whisper

-you could see his hesitation when replying

-“Yeah?,”

-“A-are we... you still love me right?,”

-your mind was racing. You two dated long distance for almost a year and when you were offered a job here, you took the opportunity to come here and be with Steve and have a better job. A two for one.

-“Of course I do,”

-he almost sounded offended by your question.

-“Y-you’re sure? I just... I feel like something isn’t right with us and it’s scaring me a bit,”

-you tried to add a chuckle in there, in hopes to ease the tension.

-he was quiet, how does he admit he’s jealous of the relationship you have with his friend? You’re allowed to have male friends of course, why doesn’t he feel insecure when it comes to Bucky?

-“Are you seeing someone else?,” the words slip out faster than you expected

-Steve never sat up so fast in his life

-“Y/N, what? Of course not,”

-you gauged his reaction a nodded your head, knowing Steve would break up with you before he even thought about seeing someone else

-“So what’s going on? I haven’t seen you, your team barely sees you,”

- Steve sighs and runs a hand over his face and shrugs

-“Nothing. Everything is fine,” he’d rather be aloof than admit that he’s insecure.

-“But it’s not.. is it?,”

-you were always so good with reading Steve.

-“Did I do something? Say something?,”

-“No, it’s me,” he stood up and began pacing. He didn’t really want to say anything

-“So you are seeing someone else? Or at least thinking about it,”

-“Sweetheart, no,” he sat on the corner of the bed far from you

-“How am I supposed to admit to my girlfriend that I’m insecure? Like I’m supposed to be the strong guy. I- I... I don’t know,”

-he was rambling and fiddling with his fingers

-“Insecure? About what? You don’t have to be afraid to admit such a thing Steve. Yeah you’re a strong guy but even the strongest people feel emotions,”

-Steve felt relieved that you didn’t ridicule him for feeling

-“Do... do you want to be with Sam?,”

-the question throws you off guard

-“Sam? What? No,”

-you still hadn’t made fun of him for asking that question so he continued

-“Are you sure? B-because I know you two connect on reasons you and I never could. I know you two don’t get weird looks when you’re out together like we do. You two are so similar, you like the same things, have the same sense of humor, he immediately gets references that you have to explain to me which ruins the joke. He’s attractive and... and I feel like you’re gonna see you need a man like him instead of me,”

-“Steve, honey,” you scoot to him and he almost flinches away in fear that you’re about to let him down.

-“Sam and I are like... third cousins,”

-“What?,” Steve felt ridiculous now

-“My brother was in the field with him. Found this out when I went to his family reunion and saw my family there and even before that we saw each other like siblings,”

-he held his head in his hands feeling more embarrassed than he every had

-“I’m an idiot”

-“You’re not an idiot... I was thinking you were seeing one else when you got distant. I guess we never really had an in depth talk about our insecurities yet,”

-“I didn’t even know it was an insecurity until it happened... guess pre-serum me experiences came back to haunt me for a minute,”

-You felt really bad. You could see how being on the outside, one could think what Steve thought.

-you kissed his cheek and brought him back to bed

-“Pre-serum or post-serum. I’m not leaving you. I love you,”

-you didn’t want anyone else, Steve didn’t want anyone else.

-that’s what mattered in this moment

-“Promise?,”

-you wrapped your pinky around his and kissed his knuckles before he kissed yours

-“I promise,”

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[blackmissfrizzle]

A Tale of Two Soldiers

Title: A Tale of Two Soldiers 

Pairing: Bucky x black!reader, Erik x black!reader

Summary: It’s the reader’s birthday weekend and she travels back home with Erik, while Bucky has to stay in Wakanda.

Word Count: 1207

Read Part 2 here

A/N: This is my first MCU fic and Erik fic. Please don’t hate me if its trash lol! There will definitely be multiple parts.  This is set after Black Panther but before Infinity War. Please reblog if you really like it!

Joy. Pure joy was the only way you could explain how you felt right at this moment. You were preparing for your trip back to New York for your birthday party, when Bucky called you to stop by his hut before you left. Now you were standing in front of Bucky and a group of village children singing ‘Happy birthday’ to you in Wakandan. You couldn’t help but smile from ear to ear, even if Bucky was singing off key.

Once the last note was finished, you gave a crappy round of applause since your arms were overflowing with vibrant purple African daisies. Some of the village kids ran over to give you a hug, while Bucky stood back with a twinkle in his pale blue eyes. As the kids made their way back home, you noticed Kamal, a young boy who reminded you of one of your nephews, was struggling holding a box.

You squatted down to Kamal to reach his eye level and pointed towards the box, “Is that for me?”

Kamal was a shy little boy, so all he could do was shake his head yes with making little eye contact.

“Bucky, can you hold my flowers while I open my gift from Kamal?”

“Sure, doll,” you stood up so Bucky could carefully hold your flowers.

You sat down on a nearby rock and grabbed the gift that Kamal offered to you. Thinking out loud and giving a smile towards the boy, “Oh, I wonder what it can be?” Kamal didn’t say anything, but he did offer you a shy secretive smile. You began unwrapping the box and was filled with surprise. In the box were five different blazers with different colors and patterns, but they were all in an African print.

With tears in your eyes, you hugged Kamal, “Kamal, these are beautiful!”

“My mother is a ummm – how do you say it in English, they make clothes,” Kamal was learning English very quickly, but he struggled with some words.

“A seamstress?”

“Yes! A seamstress. I told my mother that you did so much work for the outreach program and for Stark Industries and Prince N’Jadaka said that you were a ‘boss’, so we thought you would like boss clothes.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at Kamal’s use of American slang, it sounded so foreign on his smooth accent. Grabbing his hands, “I don’t like them, I love them! This has to be the best present ever! Thank you and tell your mother I said thanks as well.” Kamal gave you a hug and one last happy birthday, before he turned and ran back home.

Now it was just you and Bucky, which didn’t happen often since you gotten busy lately travelling between Wakanda and New York. “You know I can hold those now,” you suggested as pointing towards your flowers. However, Bucky’s face told you to never suggest that again. In fact, he took your box of blazers and put them under his arm that was holding the flowers, just so he can hold your hand.

For a few minutes, the two of you strolled in comfortable silence as the sunset met the river. You were the one to break the silence, “You can come with me. I’m sure Shuri can whip up those things that disguise your face better than S.H.I.E.L.D.”

Bucky stopped your advance, “Y/N, I would love to go, but its too risky. I’m pretty sure Tony still hates me, and I don’t want to meet your friends and family under false pretenses. When I go back home, I want to go back as me and not as a wanted international criminal. Understand?”

You pouted, “Party pooper. But I’m not bringing you any food back and almost everyone in my family can throw down.”

Bucky put a hand over his heart in fake offense, “Ouch, doll, that hurt. You’re really gonna do me like that?”

Popping your ‘p’ and putting your hands on your hips, you responded, “Yep.”

Bucky grabbed ahold of your hand once again and leaned his forehead against yours, “How long are you going to be gone,” he asked gently.

You cupped his cheek, “A week or two. Depends on how much work Uncle Tony wants me to do at the company.”

“I’ll miss you,” Bucky whispered against your lips.

“I’ll miss you too.”

The both of leaned closer to each other with only a hair away from each other’s lips, when someone loudly and annoyingly had to clear their throat. That someone had to be Erik Stevens. This nigga. Rolling your eyes, you turned toward your intruder, “Yes, Erik?”

“It’s time to go, princess. Your Uncle James and colonizer Uncle Tony been calling non-stop asking when we leaving.”

“First, stop calling me princess. Second, don’t call Tony a colonizer.”

Erik just smirked at you, “Well, I ain’t gonna stop calling him a colonizer. And you might as well get use to being call princess, because you gonna be my wife one day.”

Even though Erik got on your everlasting nerve, you couldn’t help but feel a bit warm at that comment, but you couldn’t show it to him. “Whatever, nigga. That’s not happening. Let me say bye to Bucky and then we can be on our way.”

You turned your attention back to Bucky, who was currently in a death staring match with Erik. Snapping your fingers in front of his face was the only way to get his attention. Finally looking back down at you, Bucky asked, “Is he going with you?”

“Yes, he’s coming. He’s someone I care about just like you.”

Bucky looked a little defeated, but he seems to brush it off. He gave you your flowers and present back, “Be safe and have fun, and text me when you arrive.”

“Aye, aye, Sergeant,” you gave Bucky a mock salute and he just chuckled and gave a quick kiss to the cheek before he left.

Erik took your belongings out of your hands and pulled you towards the palace, “Baby girl, let’s go. I don’t know why you still talking to that colonizer.”

Shaking your head, you began to match Erik’s pace, “I don’t know why you two can’t get along. If you two actually spoke to each other, you might find out you have some things in common.”

Erik abruptly stopped walking and you ran into the brick of a wall, he called a back. “The only things we have in common is that we were both in the military and we want you. But if you want to know the real reason I can’t stand him is, it ain’t because he’s white, but because he’s trying to take what’s mine.”

“And what’s that?”

Erik stared down at you and declared. “You.”

“I’m not yours, Erik. I never was.”

Your comment didn’t phase Erik one bit as he continued walking. “Mmhmm. That’s not what you were saying a couple months back. But imma drop it, because I don’t wanna argue with you on your birthday weekend, but best believe we gon’ revisit this later.” You sent a silent prayer thanking God for Erik showing some restraint, because Lord knows he could get petty on that long ass flight to NYC.

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