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majesty-madness · 1 year

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"Liquid Grief" - Bucky Barnes x reader (sfw)

Summary: Parties were never her thing, especially when alcohol is involved.

Word Count: 3700+

Warnings: angst, crying, panic attack, anxiety, alcohol consumption, mentions of being drunk/tipsy, past trauma, mentions of family problems

a/n: I won’t say too much, but I will say that this is based on a bit of my own experiences. So I just want to say that if you’ve been through something like this you are not alone, and because it’s difficult to bring up this topic with people I know, writing it out in a story helps me process through it. And if this helps you in some way, I’m glad you found comfort in it.

Also, I know the title is a little weird; it was kind of an ironic twist on the whole “liquid courage” phrase. Not proofread.

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She couldn’t believe she agreed to be here.

This was the absolute last place she wanted to be right now, and yet here she was; on the top floor of the Avengers base in New York, probably Tony’s most ritzy floor in the entire building.

Tony decided for one reason or another to have a small party to celebrate their successful missions as of late, and that was fine but eventually people who had nothing to do with the Avengers showed up until it was packed.

That was just one of the downsides to having Tony as a friend, he invited way too many people.

Tony had invited Bucky as well despite their history, seeing as how he was a friend to Steve and Tony considered Steve his friend so to each his own.

Y/N could tell the moment they arrived that Bucky had been slightly nervous as well, and it was because of his nervousness that Y/N was adamant in staying. Not to mention that her best friend, Natasha would also be there.

No matter how uncomfortable Y/N was at the party, she felt that since she was such a homebody that she should try to enjoy something she didn’t usually participate in.

A whole lot of good that turned out to be.

As soon as Y/N got there, Natasha had been distracted by a retired SHIELD agent who she knew but Y/N did not.

And while she originally stayed with Bucky, Sam quickly dragged him away once he saw the man.

It left Y/N to fend for herself, which meant talking to people she barely knew.

To make matters worse, every single person there was drinking. Wine, beer, whiskey, vodka, you name it, someone had it.

The sight of any kind of alcohol made Y/N anxious. It reminded her too much of her family.

When they began to drink they acted like completely different people, people she didn’t recognize and while her family had never done anything to hurt her, in some way it still pained her seeing how they could barely get through one day without a drink in their hands.

She remembered the countless times she timidly admitted that she was worried because they drank so much and acted like…well not themselves. Sadly after saying so she’d be met with anger or frustration at the fact that she pointed out their unprecedented behavior.

They would go on to say she didn’t know what she was talking about and that she was judging them, trying to tell them she thought she was better than they were.

Though once they’d sober up, they apologized for how they behaved and the guilt was clear in their eyes, but the damage was already done.

So nowadays, alcohol (no matter the form) put her on edge.

However, Y/N wasn’t going to prance around telling people they were wrong for drinking alcohol because in small doses, drinking was okay. It wouldn’t kill you to have an occasional drink, but when someone needed it every day, that was a problem. A problem she didn’t know how to deal with.

Was it a problem though? Was she being dramatic? Maybe too sensitive or emotional? Perhaps a prude for her grudge against the fermented beverage?

That’s what Y/N thought at least.

Her brain rationalized that she was a weirdo, an odd duck because she refused to drink.

I mean if everyone else was such a big fan of it, then why wasn’t she?

Quickly, Y/N shook her head out of the creeping thoughts that entered without her permission.

Her ears suddenly tuned back to the receptionist that had been talking to her for the majority of the night, not missing the glass of wine in the lady’s hand.

“Do you think that a date to a cafe is boring?” The young woman asked her.

Y/N blinked a few times, trying to get her head back to reality. “Uh, no I don’t think so. Bucky and I go to the cafe all the time.”

The girl tilted her head to the side, eyes squinting in confusion. “Bucky?”

“Oh! I’m sorry, you probably don’t know who that is, um…it’s that man over by the bar. The one with gloves and black leather jacket.” Y/N quickly explained while she pointed to Bucky talking to Sam at the bar.

The lady turned to look over her shoulder immediately seeing him and expressing that she saw him. “Oh, yeah! James Barnes, right? The guy who used to be the Winter Soldier. How is he? Ya know, adjusting to the modern times.”

The mention of the name HYDRA gave him, caused Y/N to pause and slowly process what she was asking.

God, she needed to get out of here. Her anxiety was short circuiting her brain.

“Uh.. he’s fine I guess, things are still a bit new for him so it's a work in progress.”

She watched the lady nod, cheerily, a little too cheerily when another woman walked over. Someone Y/N, yet again, did not know.

“Hey, Christine! How are you?”

The receptionist beamed with a smile. “I’m doing great, Nicole, how are you? Did you get that new job?”

The two ladies began to chit chat amongst themselves, side stepping Y/N’s existence entirely. Not that she really gave a shit since she didn’t know these girls personally.

Though she decided to stay for another ten minutes in case one of them did want to talk to her, but once the topic of the woman, Nicole's dog came up, Y/N ditched the conversation all together.

Her feet subconsciously carried her to the man she desperately wanted to be beside.

Y/N heard the familiar sound of Bucky’s laughter at something Sam said, causing the slightest of smiles to appear across her face.

Unfortunately, the smile vanished when her eyes caught the shape of two shot glasses sitting beside them on top of the bar.

Don’t freak out. She scolded herself, putting on an act as she stepped beside the two men.

“Hey.”

Bucky met her gaze first, his hand coming up instinctively to rest on her back. “Hey, Doll.”

“What are you guys up to?” Y/N asked while faking a casual attitude.

“Just trading stories.” Bucky said, grinning from ear to ear.

Clearly, he was completely relaxed, and Y/N knew that was thanks to Sam. He definitely had the lighthearted aura that Bucky needed, someone who let him look forward to the future.

“And playing an old drinking game.” Sam added loudly over top of the music that was playing.

Suddenly her throat felt dry like she just swallowed sand. It was beginning to get hard to breath, to think, to calm down. The familiar rush of panic began to rise from the pit of her stomach to her heart causing it to thump harshly.

Oh no.

Y/N gulped. “Oh yeah…”

“Yeah, so how about you join us?” Sam suggested, already pouring liquor into another shot glass. He held it up in front of him, toward Y/N.

She felt her heart rate spike right then as she eyed the brown-ish colored liquid with an all too familiar smell.

“No thanks, I’m good.” She declined politely, trying to keep her voice from cracking.

Sam pushed it closer to her. “Oh come on, don’t be like that. Just one.”

Sweat began to fall from her pores, her throat felt tight, and her tongue was heavy. For a second, she doubted she could speak at all.

“I said no, Sam, I-I don’t want it.” Her nerves caused her body to tremble with anxiety, the recipe for a panic attack.

Her brain knew exactly what was happening, making her repeat the same phrase in her mind.

Don’t freak out.

Don’t Freak Out.

DON’T Freak Out.

DON’T FREAK OUT!

“One shot, that’s it.” Sam persisted.

Then she snapped. “I SAID, I didn’t want it, Sam!”

As quickly as it came the shocked expression on both Bucky and Sam’s face, cleared away the anger and what washed over her was an enormous amount of guilt.

Her eyes darted between the two men, sight becoming clouded with tears. “I- I’m so sorry…”

She actually whimpered before turning on her heel, and sprinting right out the door on that floor.

Y/N barely made it into the hallway when the tears rolled down her flushed cheeks. She sobbed as she ran down the empty space, hoping to get out from the four walls as soon as possible.

Luckily, she was aware of a balcony just around the corner.

On the first day that she visited the inside of the Avengers base, she had found a little balcony tucked away a few floors below the very top. When at the vase, she spent a lot of time on that balcony just taking in the city view.

It was the perfect spot to go unbothered for long periods of time and now she desperately needed that.

She took a sharp right turn down another hallway, breaking off into a section that was the balcony. She pushed past the glass door, and stumbled outside until her body collided with the railing.

Her hands gripped the railing, body hutching over, and breaths coming out in hurried huffs of air.

Knowing that no one would hear her from below or above, Y/N let herself openly cry into the night air.

Every little memory of her family drinking, every thought of frustration or sadness, every time she’d been rejected came to the forefront of her mind. Despite all the years that passed, the despair still felt fresh.

She selfishly wished they would’ve stopped drinking, stopped acting like idiots, stopped promising they’d stop then do it again, stopped betraying her trust, stopped dismissing her when she expressed her concern.

Just stopped.

Y/N knew that they were only human, and humans were inherently flawed; of course she knew that. She had largely forgiven the times they hurt her, as she was sure that they forgave her when she hurt them, but she could never shake the sorrow of this ongoing problem.

How many times did she have to go through this before it stopped hurting?

What was she supposed to do? How was she supposed to solve this?

Had she not done enough? Too much?

What did she do wrong?

That last thought caused her body to go slack against the railing, and fall to the balcony floor. She sat on her knees with her hands planted to the floor, tears dripping from her cheeks as her face looked down.

It had been a long time since she last cried so hard, and she already could feel her eyes swelling from the pressure.

Y/N continued to cry for several minutes, heavy pants escaping her mouth even as she attempted to calm her breathing. It just wasn’t happening.

Nothing pulled her out of her broken state until she heard the sound of someone stepping out onto the balcony.

“Y/N?” A familiar voice gently spoke.

She might’ve stopped crying had it been anyone else, but not Bucky. However, she made no attempt to speak, instead she shook her head.

He stepped even closer to her, pausing just short of a few steps then crouched down. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

Finally, she found her voice. “I just don’t understand. I don’t understand why they drank so much because all it does is make them act like fools, act like people I don’t know.”

The confession left Bucky a little confused as he wasn’t sure who she was referring to, but he stayed silent, simply letting her get it out.

“They didn’t used to, they used to have fun without it, used to live without it. But once they started, they never stopped. And it was always so much, but when I told them I was worried for them they got angry with me, like I was attacking them.” She paused as a sob stuttered out.

Bucky placed both hands on her shoulders, fully sinking down onto the floor with her.

“I just wanted them to take care of themselves, I wanted them to go back to the way they used to be, be the people I know instead of being these entirely different people.” She brought one of her hands to cover her mouth to somehow silence the gut wrenching cry that hurt her throat.

That time Bucky wrapped his arms around her, bringing her inside his warm embrace. She reciprocated by doing the same, tucking her face into his shoulder, and blind to the tear marks she left on his jacket.

“I love them so much, and I just wanted them to be okay, to be healthy. But all I ever got was rejection, especially whenever I said that it made me uncomfortable when they drank. It’s like they didn’t care! No matter what, it just-”

She didn’t finish opting to cry and hold Bucky as if he were her lifeline. In a way, he was.

He cradled the back of her head, the other arm securing her body against him. “Shh, shh it’s okay, sweetheart it’s okay. I’m here.”

Bucky felt Y/N shake her head on his shoulder. “I feel so stupid for being so upset, because I know that a lot of people drink, it’s me that’s the weird one.”

“No, darling, you’re not.”

“They made so many promises, saying they would stop but they never did and I tried to be understanding. I really did, but it didn’t matter. We ended up right back to where we started. I don’t know what to do or how I’m supposed to feel. I hate this!”

Y/N was breathing hard, so much so Bucky thought she was on the cusp of hyperventilating. “Darling, I know that this is hard, but I need to take a deep breath. On three, you’ll breathe through your nose then out through your mouth okay?”

“I can’t..” She shook her head, making a gasping like sound when she sobbed again.

“You can, I promise. Just breathe with me, listen to me. One..two..three, breath in.” Bucky then inhaled through his nose, hearing Y/N do the same albeit a little shaky. “Breathe out…”

Both of them exhaled through the mouth, and he noticed that she trembled a little less now.

“That’s good, let’s try it again okay? Breathe in….”

She closed her eyes, following his instructions.

“Breathe out…”

They did that together several more times, and Y/N eventually came back to the present and calmly took in the world around her. The warmth of his embrace, the sound of his breathing, his heartbeat, the hand rubbing her back up and down, all of it.

Instead of being forced back to the real world, it felt as though someone had gently grabbed a hold of her hand and guided her back to a place of serenity.

Bucky carefully pulled back, letting his hands stay on her back. “Are you okay? Feel a little calmer?”

Y/N gave a slight nod, wiping away a few of her tears.

“Tell me what’s wrong, I promise I’ll listen, I’ll do whatever you need.” He reassured as he kept his voice low and soft so he wouldn’t overwhelm her.

So she told him.

She told him about how when she was a kid, her family began to drink and had never stopped. How irresponsibly they acted, how mad they got at her for bringing it up, their apologies while heartfelt didn’t change anything, and how much it had impacted her over the years as well as how silly she felt for being so panicked about it.

In her mind, alcohol was something that everyone in the entire world had and took part in and so she thought perhaps she was the inconvenient one for choosing a different way of life.

“That’s a lot to deal with.” Bucky said hushedly, sitting on the floor beside Y/N.

She resorted to pulling her knees up to rest her chin on top of them. “I know.”

There was a lul of silence between them, the sounds of the bustling city way down below the only thing they could hear.

Then Y/N sighed, throat still thick from crying. “The thing that kills me is that they’re good people, I mean they gave me a great childhood and everything. I just want better for them.”

Bucky shook his head in her defense. “But Y/N you can still love them and not agree with the choices they make. And even if drinking is something a lot of people do, you’re not stupid for wanting nothing to do with it.”

“I know that too. It makes me sad though, they can’t seem to live without it; that’s not who they used to be.”

Y/N felt the slightest bit of tears return to her eyes causing her to lift her head up and look toward the sky.

Bucky noticed right away so he wrapped one arm around her shoulder, and tugged her toward him. “Hey, it’s okay. It’s alright to be sad about it, but listen: you are not responsible for what your family decides to do. They have the freedom to make those choices, that’s not something you can control.”

She looked over to the love of her life, all teary eyed and despaired. Bucky lifted his hand up to wipe a lone tear that managed to escape.

“If what you said is true, then your family does care about you. That’s a good thing, but they can’t expect you to be alright with the actions that make you uncomfortable and they’ll have to accept that you're not okay with it.”

Y/N laid her head on his shoulder, face tucked into his neck. He then brought both of his arms around her, beginning to slowly rock back and forth. “What’s important is that you focus on trying to live your life, and not letting them take over your’s. Yes, continue to love them, but ultimately they gotta own their own decisions and not rely on you to tell them.”

He felt the familiar movement of her nodding as she pushed herself further into his side. He was a bit convinced that if she could disappear into him, she would.

Most times, he felt the same.

“Bucky?” Her small voice made its way to his ears.

“Yes?” He whispered back to her.

“I love you.”

The super soldier smiled that time. “I love you too, sweetheart.”

“I’m sorry too.”

“No, no, no. None of that.” The man quickly interjected. “You don’t let me apologize for the problems I have so I won’t let you.”

For the first time that night, Y/N laughed. “Okay, okay, I won’t apologize. Sorry.”

Bucky sighed. “What am I going to do with you?”

“Love me.” Y/N said, pulling back from his shoulder to kiss his cheek.

“I believe I already do that, Doll.” He smirked then leaned into kiss her cheek too.

Suddenly, Bucky jerked back a bit and immediately went to his back pocket and he pulled out his phone.

“It’s Sam.” He clicked the answer button then held it up to his ear. “Yeah, Sam?”

Sitting next to him, Y/N made out some of what was being said, but not all of it. All she could gauge from the conversation was what Bucky said aloud.

“I’m with her right now. She’s okay now, why?”

He paused for a moment before pulling the phone away from his ear. “He said he wants to talk to you, are you okay with that?”

“Yeah.” Y/N took the phone from his hand and held it up. “Sam?”

“Y/N, I just want to say I’m sorry for being like that. I am a little tipsy, and I know I can be a bit much when I’m tipsy so I’m really sorry.”

Y/N managed to smile. “It’s okay, Sam. And I’m sorry for yelling at you, I wasn’t really mad at you, it's just I let some…personal stuff get to me and I took it out on you.”

“No, it’s alright. I was being pushy, so next I promise I’ll tone it down.”

“Thanks, Sam. I appreciate that. Have a good night.” As soon as she heard him say good night, she handed the phone back to Bucky. He quickly said his goodbye then hung up.

After he put his phone into his pocket, he looked to Y/N. “What do you say to some Chinese food and a movie back home?”

“I’d like that.” She eagerly agreed, her once saddened expression turned delighted.

“Alrighty then.” Bucky breathed, clapping his hands together briefly like he was gathering his thoughts before getting up off the ground. He held his hand out to Y/N who took it without hesitation, letting him pull her up from the floor.

When she got to her feet, Bucky pulled her against his chest, eyes staring lovingly down at her. “You ready?”

“I’m ready.”

He pecked her lips, taking pride in her slightly embarrassed expression coupled with a bashful grin.

Bucky grabbed a hold of her hand, intertwining their fingers together and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

Y/N did the same, giggling when he looked back at her while heading back inside the building. The entire time, from the base to the Chinese restaurant to their apartment, Y/N’s mind kept returning to the moment she panicked to the moment Bucky found her and helped her.

That always happened whenever the shit hit the fan, however, she realized this had been the first time she had someone to tell about what was going on inside her head. He was the first person to listen and not get upset because she admitted what was bothering her.

She couldn’t tell her family about this problem because they were the problem, so she kept it inside.

Having Bucky by her side reminded her that she didn’t have to live life alone, stuck in her head, but instead could work through these problems without being judged.

For that, she was grateful. Unyieldingly grateful.

a/n: If you’re reading this, thanks for making it all the way through. Sorry if this was a convoluted mess, things were really tough for me yesterday and it’s kind of difficult to explain and kinda makes no sense, but writing in this form helps a little. Regardless, hope you guys are having a good day. Looking forward to finishing the next chapter for “A Past Encounter,” so keep an eye out for that.

#marvel #bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x female reader #female reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes angst #winter soldier #winter soldier x reader

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kilibaggins · 10 months

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Bucky Barnes with a Smaller S/O

bucky barnes x reader headcanons

Summary: I got a request from @mrs-jbuckybarnes to write headcanons on a small/short reader with bucky!

A/N: I am personally plus sized so if any of this comes across as not correct or anything like that, thats why! i tried my best! feel free to request something else if you'd like and reminder to anyone reading this my requests are open just read my pinned posts!

Word Count: 848

okay so FIRST lets get this out of the way he adores you. so much. he's never really loved anything as much as you loves you and that scares him sometimes.

he loves you for your personality so no matter how you looked he wouldn't mind so your size never gets in the way of that

really the only time your size becomes an issue with him is when he's scared he'll hurt you. his metal arm weighs heavy on his thoughts and the idea of hurting you literally gives him nightmares.

when you first started dating he literally avoided ever using that arm because of how scared he was.

after a while, and after you made it clear to him that you weren't afraid of his arm, or him for that matter, it got a little easier.

usually, though you'd have to initiate anything to do with that arm like holding his hand and stuff

he's always scared of hurting people with his arm but with people like steve, or sam, or literally anyone it isn't as scary as with you not only because of your height and size but because he cares so much about you.

now away from the SERIOUS STUFF and more into the OTHER STUFF

he calls you teasing names about your height unless you ask him to stop and you'll do it right back about his height

he'll rest his arms around your shoulders every time you walk

"what? it's comfortable." "you're using me like an arm rest" "okay and? its COMFORTABLE."

once he starts getting comfortable with his metal arm that's the one he usually wraps around you because 1.) it makes him feel better 2.) it means he can outwardly protect you and 3.) it shows everyone who they're really dealing with if they mess with you.

he likes to give you big bear hugs to show how much he loves you even though at first it worried him.

lifts you up a lot.

and I mean a lot.

he wants a hug? UP YOU GO. he wants a kiss? your feet are OFF THE GROUND

he will pick you up and put you on counters while he does stuff

like in the morning when he makes a pot of coffee he'll lift you up and put you on the counter next to him. The others tease him relentlessly for it because it shows how clingy he actually is deep down, the fact he wants you so close to him all the time.

he's always worried about you if you fight

like realistically he knows you can take care of yourself because he's seen you do it but he also knows its possible for you to be overpowered because of your size and that scares him

a lot of people say he gets his "winter soldier" stare back if anyone is at all threatening towards you to the point it scares them. steve told you this once and admitted it worried him in the moment but then bucky had hugged you and he knew everything was fine

his clothes. drown you. and he thinks you're the best thing he has ever seen.

he'll give you his t-shirts to wear and stare at you the entire time you wear it he loves it so much.

HIS HANDS. his hands are. you know how his hands are. they are just. hm. and because of this it's even BETTER that his hands are bigger than yours. he likes to compare the size of his hands to yours all the time. other people ask about it and he gets grumpy.

speaking of that… he gets. protective. and very grumpy if other people mention your size because he knows that when people talk about HIS physical appearance it makes him feel weird. especially with his arm and everything. when people make comments about it he clams up so of course he'd be the same with yours.

"you're so small-" "back off."

he does not stand for any comments being made on you even if they're compliments he just does not like it

even if your friends do it it makes him upset even if you're fine with it

"okay shortie-" "what did you just call them-" "bucky its FINE-"

he just loves you so much and its so hard for him to express it so he does it in the ways he knows how like defending you and lifting you up and calling you little nicknames and holding your HANDS and getting things from high places for you and just everything else he calls you doll but really HES such a doll

i don't know what to end this with but overall he's just super sweet and understands you and your boundaries. he wont go overboard on anything and will listen to you I you don't like something. he'll probably never NOT be defensive and protective of you so if you asked him to stop that'd be a harder thing for him but he'd try at least.

but yeah he just. loves you a lot.

#marvel #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes headcanons #the falcon and the winter soldier #falcon and the winter soldier #marvel x reader #my fanfic

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anonimata4 · 2 years

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BUCKY BARNES / WINTER SOLDIER MASTERLIST

Talking bird

Steve x Reader x Bucky

Sometimes when you stare into the dark, the darkness stares back in kind. You’ve been living in hell the past three years, so you’re familiar with the look of devils—so you think. They see darkness in you, and they’re determined to make you embrace it. As soon as your good-for-nothing husband is out of the way. [+18]

Breach Masterlist

The reader finds herself in the Winter Soldier’s cross hairs during a lock down. [dark!Winter Soldier/Reader ~ 18+]

Forbidden thoughts

For one of his last missions to make amends, Bucky tracks down the daughter of a man he killed when he was the Winter Soldier. He follows her from a distance at first, then slowly gets to know her. Affection turns to love which turns to lust which turns into something darker. Bucky tells himself he’s stalking her with good intentions, but he knows that isn’t true anymore. [+18]

bonky-n-steeb masterlist

Bucky masterlist

Feed, Or Fuck?

In which Vampire James Buchanan Barnes presents his captive, his precious doll, with the same choice, over and over. [+18]

To Be So Lonely

This story is based off the anon ask, “So with it being spooky season and I love your writing. Can I request a don’t go into the woods with Bucky, or Lee. Like the woods are forbidden and the reader has always loved the woods” [+18]

Encounters Masterlist

When Bucky starts to relapse into the Winter Soldier, he breaks up with you to keep you safe. But the Winter Soldier keeps coming back to you. [+18]

Beware the White Wolf

In an attempt to help pay off his many debts, your father makes a deal with a ruthless chieftain. When he is unable to hold up his end of the deal, the White Wolf comes to collect his prize. [+18]

Into the Bucky-verse

Bucky Masterlist

Soldier, My Soldier

The Winter Soldier was a story, a folk tale to keep children in their beds and instill fear in the hearts of men. But some stories are meant to be locked away and forgotten. [+18]

my sergeant

Bucky breaks into your house to make you keep remember one thing. [+18]

please

Bucky needed to be spoiled. [+18]

Bucky Barnes Masterlist

Bucky Masterlist

Bucky Masterlist +au

permission

Bucky has a lot of pent up anger, and lately, you’ve been getting on his nerves. [+18]

Danse Macabre

You are an undercover reporter investigating the curious and mysterious Bucky Barnes and the The Souls of Avenging Earth family residing in Aleister Crowley’s infamous Boleskine House. In a last ditch attempt to find the evidence you need, you unwittingly find yourself thrust into a dangerous world of dark magic and into the arms of the unassuming cult leader. [+18]

Monsters Masterlist

Bucky Barnes is a man who just wants to do better. But he can’t stop the monster from coming out every now and then. As a last and hopeless attempt at calming The Winter Soldier, SHIELD finds him something they figured would help. An innocent young woman with not a lot going for her. Or, The Winter Soldiers newest victim. [+18]

The Viking's Sannr Ast

Bucky is the king of the Vikings who come to raid your village. [+18]

Gratification

you never thought that Bucky would take your secret sexual fantasy this far. [+18]

Bucky Masterlist

BB Masterlist

intentional

“fuck him,” you muttered. “fuck him sideways.”. [+18]

One-shot BB Masterlist

One-shot Masterlist

appointments

bucky barnes, finally being able to live freely in 21st century, accidentally gets a fuck buddy and starts to rediscover himself. the only weird thing about this situation is that you have to make an appointment to get railed by him. [+18]

Sunrise Masterlist

After an explosion takes his arm and his only sense of belonging, Bucky is discharged from active duty and sent back to civilian life. Left with a storm of unchecked guilt, Bucky is content to live out the rest of his days in the hollow comfort of the dark. This is, until Sam drags him down to the local VA and he meets you. [+18]

For Hansen: Motel Six

Random Masterlist

Play Pretend

When Bucky is injected with a substance that leaves him desperate for release, you offer your help. [+18]

Last Mission

you were his mission and unfortunately for you, he was told to bring you in alive. [+18]

oasis

It’s your first time with Bucky, and Bucky’s first time in 80 years. [+18]

muscle knots

You lose a bet on purpose for the sole pleasure of giving Bucky a much-needed massage. You end up giving him much more than both of you expected. [+18]

take my breath

“if you need any help with anything, open your door.” [+18]

Nothing to Despair

Bucky and a girl he never met before have to go undercover as married on a mission to Europe. He feels alienated in the modern world, while she goes through life alone and abandoned. Maybe they can find a new home in each other, but she’s not easily convinced. [+18]

Safe with me

When an unknown threat enters your life, protection is offered at the highest level. As Bucky Barnes comes into your life, the game changes, and you realise falling for the man tasked with keeping you safe is the last thing you expected.

Pride and Privacy

Bucky works on himself as he gets used to a roommate. Turns out, she has a much better room than him and he crossed the line. [+18]

Best friends

Stucky x Reader

Bucky has this amazing idea to give your virginity to Steve while he watches.

Steve's birthday wish

Stucky x Reader au

It was approaching Steve’s birthday and you had no idea what to get him. Bucky suggests just asking the Mafia boss what he would like, but would you regret your decision when you hear what Steve truly wants. [+18]

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It's been a long time

Requested by Anonymous: Bucky smut on the couch with Avenger!reader for the first time ever and he’s really rough and she has to tell him to be gentler? Maybe he hasn’t fucked in a long time? Also reader and Bucky have a lot of sexual tension. [+18]

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jimblejamblewritings · 2 years

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falling for the captain | part 2.

Summary: Captain Y/N L/N. Leader of the Avengers on Earth-563, not really a family or team strictly just coworkers. A lot of responsibility for someone only nineteen. What happens when the Captain finds herself on “Earth Earth” in the compound of Earth’s Mightiest Heroes. Stuck on Earth for the time being, Y/N sees what these Avengers are about. And Captain America finds himself falling for this leader, even though her age is throwing him… that and the fact no one knows if she’ll head back to Earth-563 the minute she can.

Warnings: AGE GAP (clear from the summary, it’s a young reader but legal), none

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Word Count: 4.0k

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

True to Steve’s word, F.R.I.D.A.Y. woke you up in the morning. You held a hand up to your mouth and blew on it, the morning breath wasn’t too bad but it was there. You walked into the bathroom and rinsed out your mouth with water. Your hair was an absolute mess, not like you expected anyone in the house to have a bonnet. The only two you could have possibly gone to were of no help, Rhodey was bald and Sam had very short hair. You wet it and fixed it in whatever way you could to make it presentable. After the meeting, the first thing you were requesting was to go shopping for supplies. Goose hissed a little when you picked her up.

“Please baby. I don’t want to face the scary strangers alone,” you whined.

Goose reluctantly hopped into your arms. You spun around in shock hearing a chuckle from the door. It was Bucky standing in the doorway.

“So we’re scary?”

“One of you pulled a hammer on me.”

Bucky shrugged. “They sent me to get you. Thought it would make you more comfortable.”

“Smart, send the brother to make sure I don’t run… sorry, I didn’t mean bro—”

“It’s fine. Let’s go. Sam made pancakes for your interrogation.”

“Is there bacon or any meat? You know, for Goose?”

“I’m sure there’s bacon,” Bucky said as you got into the elevator.

You felt a weird tingle up your spine when Bucky placed his metal arm on your back to guide you into the elevator. Goose dropped from your arms once you entered the kitchen. She sat under Bruce’s leg, patiently looking at the scientist until he dropped a piece of his breakfast sausage.

You thanked Sam for the pancakes and sat at the chair that was clearly left empty for you. The Avengers let you have approximately two bites before continuing the interrogation from last night.

“Wait, wait. Can a girl eat breakfast?”

You inhaled the pancakes in three minutes tops.

“She cleared that short stack faster than Thor,” Tony said. “Ready to answer now?”

You nodded and continued to answer as best as you could to any questions the Avengers had asked you.

“Parents? Both dead now. HYDRA took out my dad when we were younger. Mom passed when they said they were officially marking James as killed in action after a year of her saying no. It’s just me and Goose. And I guess the Avengers.”

“You guess?” Sam asked.

“We work together, yes, but it’s not like I party with them. I’m a part of the team but not exactly their teammate, if that makes sense.” You took a drink of your water. You noticed the visible relaxation the more you talked. They were slowly trusting you.

“Mr. Stark, this was at the door.” A boy walked in. He seemed close to your age.

“Hey, kid. Peter, meet the newest Avenger, (Y/N). Kid meet kid. Spiderling. Short-stack.”

You shook Peter’s hand. Tony shoved the box into your arms while filling Peter in on how you unceremoniously joined them. You opened the box to find supplies: toiletries, clothes, shoes.

“Pepper put in an order. The rest should be coming in later today.”

“Thank you. Um, what’s this?”

“The little bell? That’s for the cat. It’s either the bell or the feline stays in your room.”

You called out to the cat to put the bell on her collar. It didn’t seem like a bad deal, it made sense that they would want to know where Goose is in the compound. You finished breakfast and took the box back to your room, Goose staying in the living room area. The first part of your interrogation was officially over but the second part and you hoped the last part was about to happen.

You were told to change into gym clothes and meet them in the training room. They still wanted to see your powers which you still couldn’t get to work. You tugged on the workout jacket and shorts and made your way to the gym. Everyone was there and in their own training gear. You tried to do anything with your powers, even firing a simple magic ball but nothing happened. Tony frowned, unimpressed, and suggested moving on.

“Alright, (Y/N). Pick a person to start,” Sam said.

“Do I have to fight all of you? I’m going to die.”

“Well Bruce and Tony are just here to observe, make some notes. Tell you what, pick three.”

“Okay. Peter, Natasha, and Steve,” you said after looking at everyone. They ranged in body type so you felt you’d have a chance to show your skills.

“Not Buckaroo?” Tony asked. They all kind of expected you to pick the only person you seemed to stick to.

“Oh I know I can beat Buck,” you said as you shrugged off your jacket and stepped into the ring with Peter.

Bucky raised his eyebrows. “Really?”

“You trained me yourself, Sergeant. Trust me. I can pin you.”

“Alright, take down these three and I might acknowledge you could,” Bucky said.

You gave a short laugh and put up your fists as you faced Peter. It wasn’t hard to beat him. You and him were pretty evenly matched, only Peter was a little heavy on his feet. You let him punch your upper arms so you could swipe at his leg. You hooked your leg around his and propelled yourself forward, forcing both you and him to the ground. Like a good sport, you stuck out a hand to help him up.

There wasn’t much of a break as Natasha stepped into the ring as soon as Peter stepped out. The Russian had crazy techniques. Kate, one of your team members, would be jealous at the talent. You were blocking her hits but she was also blocking all of yours, even landing a hit to your jaw when you accidentally let a fist drop too low. Natasha did her signature thigh hold. However you were never one to give up. You pinched her thigh and reached for her arm to pull her off you. It took you more strength than usual but you managed to do it and Natasha was pinned.

“You’re good.” She gave you a soft smile as she exited the ring. “Alright, Rogers. You’re up.”

As soon as he stepped into the ring you had regretted your decision. You hadn’t noticed last night that Steve was much larger than you. Even when he was sitting down when you picked your opponents he somehow managed to make his frame appear smaller. Steve laughed at your face, keeping emotions neutral— especially emotions of surprise— wasn’t your strong suit unless absolutely necessary (and usually you would still crack before assuming a neutral expression).

“Super soldier,” he said simply.

“Captain,” Vision called.

“Yes?” Both you and Steve turned your heads to look, backs immediately straightening up from your fighting stances. Everyone looked at you and you felt the heat rise to your cheeks.

“Force of habit.”

The Avengers realized how much of your story was very true. The way you answered to Vision on hearing just the word ‘captain’ despite barely knowing them held the exact same air of authority as when Steve did it. You were clearly a leader. Steve was also taken aback. He had been reluctant to step into the leadership role of the team and within less than a day you responded automatically to it.

“Perhaps, we should cut Miss (L/N) some slack. May I suggest you play on just defense.”

“I agree. The little Midgardian has been fighting tough,” Thor chimed in. Parallel Earth or not, as far as Thor was concerned you were from an Earth and were still a puny human.

Steve shrugged. “Sure thing Vis, let me grab my shield.”

Steve returned to the training room with his shield. It was agreed that all you had to do was hit him and Steve would stay on defense with the shield, blocking you. At first you were trying to move around the shield. Despite his size, Steve was quicker than you initially gave him credit for. You realized the only way to get him would be to go through the shield… or over it.

You ran at the shield and Steve did exactly what you expected and hoped. You stepped on the shield and punched down, a burst of your magic springing from your hand and barely missing him. You stopped looking at the small fire in the ring by Steve’s foot. He put it out and everyone looked at you. You looked at your own hands in shock. You tried again but nothing happened.

“I don’t get it. It literally happened by accident a minute ago. All I did was step on the shield and punch.”

You went through the motions, placing your foot on the shield that was now on the ground and punching. A magic ball shot out and fizzled into the air.

“What the…”

You looked down at the shield under your feet. You stepped off and tried throwing a power ball. Nothing. You stepped on the shield again. It worked. The team watched as you did it quite a few times. You felt the same tingle run up your spine when you stepped on the shield as you did from when Bucky’s arm touched your back earlier. A tingle that always ran through you on Earth-563 to the point where you forgot it was even a thing.

“What’s this made of?” you asked.

“Vibranium, why?”

“Vibranium.”

“Yeah, rare meteorite here on Earth. Found solely in Wakanda. Only known outside pieces are Captain’s shield and Buckaroo’s arm. Precious metal, yada yada,” Tony answered from the sidelines.

“Rare?”

“Yes, I just said that. How hard did you hit her Natasha? Or are you always like this?”

You couldn’t help the short dry laugh that came from your throat. Tony reminded you of one of your teammates, Ryan. Only you actually kind of liked Tony, he had a fatherly aura in his own weird way. You stepped on the shield once more. The same burst of magic came out of your hand when you conjured it.

“So, if vibranium is rare here then what’s your core?”

“Our core?”

“Earth, the center of Earth. What’s the core made out of?”

“Inner is iron. Outer is mainly iron and nickel. Mantle is magma.”

“That’s why,” you muttered.

“Care to fill us in short-stack?” Tony asked.

“I didn’t realize we’d have different cores. Earth-563 the core is vibranium. The mantle, also vibranium… well, liquid vibranium mixed with whatever else is in magma.”

Bruce looked at where you were, still standing on Steve’s shield. “Are you saying your powers are derived from vibranium?”

You and Steve stepped out of the ring and you sat down to join the others. You explained how you had your powers. You weren’t a natural born mutant, but you also weren’t someone’s science experiment. You were seven or eight when you and your friends were playing around the docks during a thunderstorm. You were headed back to the house when you slipped on the docks and fell in. You landed on the vibranium rocks of an underwater cavern at the same time lightning struck your body, knocking you out cold.

“Almost died. Buck pulled me out and the next day I woke up pulsing electric beams. It’s like I’m magnetically charged.”

“So does this mean you can go home?”

“The shield isn’t enough vibranium for a portal back home, Dr. Banner. It’s maybe enough to levitate, the vibranium amount isn’t exactly a sound measurement I have on hand.”

“Levitate?” Tony perked up.

“Yeah. Flying, mind powers, shooting magic balls, portals. Kind of my speciality.”

“So how much vibranium would we need for that?”

“I don’t know,” you shrugged. “I’ve always just had the core… I’d imagine a lot?”

Tony stood up excited. You were about to become his newest project. “F.R.I.D.A.Y. get King T’Challa on the phone. We need to tell him everything.”

You watched confused as Tony left you all. Everyone else took that as their cue that interrogation was over. You seemed like a good guy on their side and you were clearly a skilled fighter, they trusted you. Well, they were starting to trust you.

“So what do you normally do when not superheroing?” you asked looking at the people still there.

“Usually doing our own thing,” Wanda responded. “Until someone calls everyone in for something.”

“Is there a beauty supply store in… what city are we in?”

“New York.”

“New York.” The name of the city felt foreign to you, there was no New York on Earth-563.

“I like the sound of that. Is there a beauty supply store here… this hair is not going to manage itself.”

Sam and Rhodey laughed understanding your pain.

“Unfortunately,” Rhodey started. “You’re not allowed to leave the compound until Nick has a full file report drawn up for you as well as papers and some sort of citizenship. But tell you what, text a list and I’ll pick it up.”

“List with what phone? My cell doesn’t exactly get service on this Earth.”

“Check one of the boxes when you get back to your room. Tony’s pretty much hooked you up.”

“Okay.”

Peter stopped you as you walked out. “Since you can’t leave the compound. Do you want to watch a movie in my room? Or- or we don’t have to. I’m not trying to make you think—”

“Yeah, a movie sounds cool Peter,” you cut off his rambling. “Let me just shower and change first.”

Boxes were piled outside your door when you reached it. Rhodey wasn’t lying. Tony really hooked you up or the mysterious Ms. Pepper lady who actually did the shopping. There was a note attached to the top box: It’s just the basics for now. Once you’re cleared, you can personalize your stuff and do your room. You opened the door, thankful it swung inwards instead of out and pushed all the boxes inside. You opened the boxes, only looking for things you needed. You figured that you would just put up everything later. Right now you wanted a toothbrush, towel, and change of clothes.

You found the electronics box and pulled out the phone. It was already set up for you. You might have only known them for less than a day but based on the observation of Tony’s relentless nicknames, the contacts list was definitely made by him. You found Rhodey’s contact, odd enough named just Rhodey leading you to believe the man introduced himself to you with his nickname. You texted a small list of your hair supplies and set the phone down to go take a shower and change.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y.?” You asked as you stepped out the shower, the steam filling the room.

“Yes, Captain (L/N)?”

Even though the A.I. had no face you looked at the ceiling anyway. You knew the system was smart and constantly adapting/had a personality of her own but you didn’t expect her to upgrade your name. It seems like after the sparring, F.R.I.D.A.Y. chose on her own to give you your old status.

“Um, where is Peter’s room?”

“One floor above, end of the hall. Should I let him know you’re headed up?”

“Yes, please. Tell him I’ll be up in five minutes.”

“Certainly, Captain.”

You pulled on the pair of plain mom jeans and the black fuzzy sweater with matching socks— Pepper was right, everything was basic. Following the A.I.’s instruction, you made your way into the elevator and hit the button for the floor above you. You noticed the buttons lower than the training room didn’t light up when you stepped into the elevator. They had you on lockdown. You supposed in a real emergency you could take the stairs, but F.R.I.D.A.Y. would probably alert someone.

You could tell the people on this floor were Peter, Thor, Sam, and Natasha. Natasha’s door was painted black. Sam’s door literally had his name on it. Thor’s door had some sort of runes carved into it, admittedly that could’ve been anyone’s door but it seemed to fit the Asgardian god the most. And at the end of the hall was Peter’s door: an atom was painted in the center and a bunch of formulas were painted around it, all over the door. You knocked on the door and Peter opened it, also in casual clothing.

You followed him into his room, it was a standard what you’d expect from a boy his age. Peter gladly ushered you in. It was nice to have someone on the team so close to his age and was very eager to make you a friend. You sat at the edge of the bed while Peter sat comfortably looking through Netflix on his laptop. You heard the sound of a little bell outside of Peter’s door. You moved from the edge to open it for Goose.

“How’d she even know where you were?” Peter asked.

“Goose? She always seems to know where I am.”

“Oh. Mr. Stark said you were fighting a HYDRA agent when you came through the portal. Does Goose fight too, it’s just not really expecting a crime fighting cat— not that there’s anything wrong with…”

You laughed, Peter rambled a lot. You thought it was cute.

“The agent was by circumstance. Goose and I were on a walk, just happened to run into someone I had been trailing for weeks.”

“You can sit comfortably. How can you watch a movie from the end of the bed?”

You moved up to the pillows where Peter was sitting. You laid back comfortably while Peter sat up a little, balancing the laptop on his outstretched legs. Goose cuddled into your arms like normally when you were at home.

“I’m not sure which of these your Earth has… have you seen Back to the Future?”

“Yeah we have that. We also have The Lion King,” you said pointing to the next movie you saw the cursor scroll over.

“Hmm, alright. What about this one?”

You leaned in to read the title. “The Matrix… nope. Never heard of it. Don’t think we have that one.”

Peter got really excited. “Oh this is one of the best trilogies. We’ve got to start with this one!”

You watched with actual interest as the movie went on. Because he had already seen it before, Peter left the movie running when he had to go use the bathroom. When he returned, Peter grabbed a pillow and mimicked the way you were holding Goose. You both had gotten very comfortable on your respective sides of his bed.

“I like this,” you said as the second movie loaded up. “You think I could do that bullet dodge move?”

“How flexible are you?” Peter asked.

“Hmmm… I’ll work on that.”

You both laughed and then got silent as the second movie started. You were about halfway through when a knock was on Peter’s door. He yelled for them to come in and standing in the doorway was Steve. He was dressed in civilian clothes, jeans and button down, plus his shield. Peter paused the movie.

“Sorry to interrupt your fun. Fury’s requesting your presence at headquarters, (Y/N). Congrats on becoming a citizen.”

“So quickly?” you asked as you sat up.

“S.H.I.E.L.D. pulled a few strings… and not just American. We couldn’t hide you from the UN for long, you’ve got about five different passports waiting for your picture and signature.”

“Am I allowed to be a citizen of that many places?”

“I don’t think they care,” Steve phrased it more as a question.

You stood up. Goose jumped from your arms and back onto Peter’s bed. Peter scratched the back of her ear. It was clear that Goose was very comfortable with Peter and Bruce.

“Let me just put on some shoes.”

Steve waited outside your room while you put on shoes. You followed the captain to the elevators watching all the buttons light up for him. You eyed the shield. Steve looked down at you from the corner of his eye. He didn’t say anything as you very gently touched it with just your pinky finger. You smiled as the familiar tingle ran down your spine.

“Is headquarters here in New York too?” you asked as you absentmindedly stroked the shield.

“Yeah.”

“Can you picture it?”

“Yes, why?”

“I know a faster way.” Your fingers tapped against the shield.

“I thought you said you couldn’t portal back to Earth-563.”

“I can’t. That takes too much power to transport a whole body to another universe but same city, Captain Rogers…” you tapped the shield. “I think this is enough for the two of us. I just need you to picture it, I don’t exactly know the layout of New York.”

Steve eyed you skeptically before doing as you said. Keeping one hand on the shield, you reached the other one to Steve’s head to pull the image from his mind. Comfortable that you had a clear image of what he envisioned, you removed your hand. You stuck it out in front of him and clumsily drew the symbol you needed in the air while envisioning the location in Steve’s mind.

It was awkward with one hand. You were used to very quickly and haphazardly using both hands to conjure whatever symbol you needed. But now with limited resources and only one free hand, you were trying to just get it right. The portal opened.

“Okay, just walk through.”

Steve followed closely to you as you entered the portal so your hand could stay on the shield. He was amazed. You were actually in a conference room at S.H.I.E.L.D. He wasn’t the only one in shock. The holograms of some UN members and the very physical face of Nick Fury stood there with their mouths agape. As soon as you let go of the shield, the portal disappeared behind you and Steve.

“Yep, figured that would happen,” you said before turning back to the room.

“Miss (L/N), would you care to demonstrate your powers for the room while you’re here?” a diplomat asked.

You looked to Steve who set the shield on the ground. You stepped on it and showed off. Steve explained the current limitations of your powers while you attempted to extinguish the small flames that accidentally got caught on the hem of your fuzzy sweater when you shot out a puff of magic.

“And the magic balls?” Fury asked.

“Not really sure, I think just electricity. Kind of just does what I want. Well, slightly. It’s really just an extension of fighting, not the most magical thing unfortunately. I’m no witch.”

“And the um, levitating?”

You stood back on the shield and pushed off it gently to float in the air. You were stuck to the small radius of the shield but it impressed everyone.

“And she’s for sure one of us?” another hologram asked.

“I fought HYDRA on my Earth. I’m for the good guys. I don’t like bullies,” you said as you hand Steve back his shield.

“Well, as head of the new S.H.I.E.L.D. division in the UN, we would like to welcome you to Earth-Earth and thank you for being an Avenger as long as you plan on staying here with us.”

The other holograms nodded and Nick directed you to the desk with a stack of papers. You smiled for a picture that was getting printed out on the second level of the building. While waiting for the photos to be put in the passport, you signed your social security card and filled out a bunch of citizenship certificates with information like your birthday and adoptive parents name. You blinked when the done passports were shoved into your hands and the UN members’ holograms disappeared.

You went from being a no one on Earth-Earth to a citizen of America, Wakanda, Japan, Russia, Mexico, and Germany. Coincidentally, all countries with languages that Bucky could speak (with the exception of Wakanda’s Xhosa) and languages you happened to know (although German was called Moothin and Mexico and Japan were known as Plax and Nata on Earth-563).

(Part 3)...

#steve rogers x reader #avengers fic #marvel fic

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whimsicalworldofme · 2 years

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Saving Grace: Chapter Twenty-Six

Life settles into a comfortable balance in Stark Tower. While Steve goes off on another trip in his search for Bucky, Grace has a heart to heart with her dad.

“Welcome home, Dr. Turner,” Jarvis greeted her as she stepped off the elevator and into the family penthouse. “Was your trip to D.C. successful?”

“It was, thanks Jarvis,” she smiled. She’d come to think of the AI as an uncle of sorts, like her dad’s more responsible brother. “We raised a lot of money for Marcie’s new assistive tech program.” It had been a quick two-day jaunt to D.C., her first time back since she’d retrieved Steve from the hospital. It didn’t take long to realize that the only thing she had liked about the city was that her boyfriend lived there. “Is my Dad home?”

“Mr. Stark is in the gym with Captain Rogers,” Jarvis replied. “In the boxing ring.”

“Oh boy,” Grace dropped her bag halfway to her bedroom, turned on her heel and walked right back out to the elevator.

Her boys, the collective way she’d come to refer to her dad and boyfriend, had started to get along a lot better in the last couple of months. Despite anything Tony might say, Grace could tell he loved having Steve around. He enjoyed showing him bits about how his Iron Man tech worked, working out together, and the kinds of things he usually did with Rhodey. They watched guy movies and talked cars, motorcycles, and baseball. But they were still competitive, butted heads, and sometimes got at each other’s throats over stupid stuff.

If they were in the gym together, Grace had a feeling there was a dick measuring contest in progress. It happened every other day and most days it was harmless, but she still worried. When she got to the gym, she saw Nat, Bruce, and Sam standing around the boxing ring in the back while Steve and Tony bounced around each other in the ring.

“Oh, this is so much worse than I thought,” Grace mumbled under her breath as she hurried over, just as her dad got in a good jab to Steve’s face. They were wearing boxing gloves and those padded boxing helmets, but she knew both of them hit hard. Steve could hit harder, but he knew to pull his punches. Tony on the other hand, he wouldn’t hold back since he knew Steve’s super soldier body could handle a lot more abuse than his. “How long have they been in there?”

“Forty minutes?” Nat shrugged. “How was D.C.?”

“Fine,” Grace watched Steve get a hit to Tony’s ribs, making him grunt. She saw a flash of worry pass over her boyfriend’s face. “Why is everyone just standing around watching this?”

“We’ve got a little bet going,” Nat explained, her eyes still focused on the two guys in the ring, her arms folded over her chest. “My twenty-five bucks says your dad’s the first one to snap and throw an actual punch. Wilson bet on Rogers.”

“Dad?” Sam asked, looking at Grace, his face all scrunched up. “Whose dad? Her dad?”

Nat gave him a weird look, one eyebrow raised and nodded.

“I’m just here in case things get out of control and someone has to step in,” Bruce said, looking thoroughly uncomfortable with the whole situation.

“Why did no one bother to tell me in the last eight months that you’re Stark’s daughter?” Sam asked Grace and she shrugged.

“Oh, Gracie you’re home!” Tony exclaimed gleefully, catching sight of her. Steve turned to see her, a bright smile lighting his face.

“Hey Gra—” he doubled over as Tony landed a particularly forceful jab to his stomach.

“Never take your eye off your opponent, Rogers,” Tony stated as he bounced away, tapping his boxing gloves together.

“Dad,” Grace frowned at him.

“I know, I know, play nice,” he rolled his eyes. “We’re just having fun, right?”

“Yeah,” Steve grunted with a nod, grimacing and still pressing a gloved hand to his stomach. “Fun.”

“I’m still stuck on the fact that no one bothered to tell me that Grace is Grace Stark,” Sam scratched the back of his neck, his gaze shifting from Grace to Tony and back again.

“Steve never told you?” Grace was surprised. He shook his head no. It seemed odd, but then again, their little jaunts around the world probably didn’t leave much time for long, in-depth conversations. “Yeah, Tony’s my dad, but I’m Grace Turner, not Grace Stark. Adopted as a baby,” she looked away from him to see her boyfriend and father going at it again, her dad landing a harder blow to Steve’s side.

“Come on, Rogers, focus up,” he quipped as he gleefully bounced away.

“Dad,” Grace frowned at him. “Five more minutes, no cheap shots.”

“You get the buzzkill gene from your mother’s side,” he huffed.

“So you’ve said,” she rolled her eyes with a good natured laugh. “Jarvis, can you please set a timer for five minutes?”

“Of course, Doctor Turner,” the AI replied.

“So, Sam are you here to steal my boyfriend away again?” She turned her attention to him, curious about his presence since he’d only ever visited the tower once before. “Or are you thinking about joining the party and moving in? We have a great apartment right across the hall from Steve’s.”

“No, no,” he shook his head, laughing. “This is too fancy for me and D.C. is a pretty good place to live when there aren’t giant murder planes falling out of the sky. I’m just here until it’s time to catch our flight. I got in this morning.”

“You still working with other veterans?” Grace asked, trying to focus on Sam, but her eye was drawn back to the ring when she heard Steve grunt, taking another blow.

“Yeah,” Sam answered, but his tone indicated he could tell she was distracted. “You don’t think they’d actually come to blows, do you?”

Grace snorted a laugh. “You don’t know my dad. He gets carried away sometimes. Luckily, Steve has a good way of keeping a level head.”

“I can hear you, you know,” Tony called out. Steve got in a decent hit as Grace turned to look at them.

“Then you know I’m not saying anything I haven’t said to your face,” she stated. “Dad, honestly,” she watched him jokingly fake trying to hit Steve in the crotch. She briefly turned her attention back to Sam.

“So where are you boys headed this time?” She asked. “Last time was somewhere in South America, right?”

“We were in Peru last time,” Sam said. “I grew up in the South but I have never felt swamp-ass like I did in Peru. It is hot and sweaty down there.” Grace laughed at the comment. “We’re going to India this time. I haven’t been to India before but I heard it’s hot and sweaty there too, so hopefully this trip is quick.”

“I wonder why there are so many tips about Bucky in such wildly distant parts of the world,” Grace mused, more to herself than anything. “I mean, how far and wide can a half-brainwashed, ninety-year-old man, likely with no money and no idea of who he is, realistically travel?”

“You’d be surprised how easily special ops guys can hop around the planet,” Sam quipped.

“Doctor Turner, five minutes have passed,” Jarvis alerted her.

“Dad, time’s up,” she called out to him as he started backing Steve towards a corner. He didn’t stop and Steve was soon on the ropes. She knew her boyfriend could get out of the situation if he chose to, but he was too nice. “Ugh,” Grace groaned. Kicking off her shoes, she climbed up onto the platform and ducked under the ropes. She knew her dad was just caught up in the fun, so she wasn’t mad, but she knew she had to step in. “All right, killer,” she stepped between him and Steve, making her father drop his fists, “come on, you’ve been at it for almost an hour. I’d like some time with my boyfriend before he has to leave.”

“Ah, all right,” Tony conceded, pulling off his gloves, then his helmet, which made his hair stand up wildly. Leaning in he pressed a kiss to Grace’s temple. “Glad to have you home, kid. Missed you.”

“I missed you too, Dad,” she smiled.

“Hey Wilson,” he turned his attention to Sam, “we’ve got time, you want to see some plans I came up with to update your wings?”

Grace watched Sam’s eyes go wide and he nodded eagerly. Tony slipped out of the ring and slung an arm around Sam’s shoulders, chatting with him happily about tech, asking him about his wings. Nat and Bruce, who Grace had noted had been spending a lot of time together, headed out of the gym together, leaving Steve and Grace alone. She had had her back to him, but with everyone else out of the room, she turned around, seeing him pull off his helmet and gloves. His hair stuck up wildly too and with a smile, Grace combed her fingers through it, taming it and slicking it back, which made him smile. She took him by the hand and led the way down from the boxing ring. He caught her by the hand once they were both on the ground and pulled her back to him.

“Hey,” he said, leaning in to kiss her.

“Hey,” she answered slinging her arms over his shoulders. “I’m glad I got here before you left. Sam says you’re going to India.”

“Yeah,” he sighed heavily. “Hopefully we’ll only be there a couple days. The intel isn’t the strongest, so I’m not that optimistic, but I can’t ignore it. One of these times, it’s going to be Buck.”

“You’re going to find him,” Grace gave him a gentle tug closer to her. “And you’re going to bring him home. I know you will. Maybe not this trip or the next, but you’re going to find him eventually.”

Heaving a sigh, Steve nodded, his gaze falling to the floor. In the eight months of searching, he hadn’t really gotten close to finding Bucky yet. There had been one instance when he thought he had seen him in a market in Morocco, but if it had been Bucky, he’d slipped away before Steve could get to him.

“I’m going to think positive,” he said finally, slipping his hands onto her hips, an impish smile lighting his face as he glanced up at her through those beautifully long eyelashes of his. “And on that line of positive thought, I only have an hour before I have to leave which should be just enough time for a shower.”

“A very steamy shower?” Grace snickered, watching him blush at her addition. “I could use one after that flight home.”

Without another word, Steve plucked her up, making her giggle. She wrapped her legs around his waist and kissed him as he carried her out of the gym and back to his apartment, straight to the bathroom. Forty-five minutes later, Grace was sitting in jean shorts and a crop top on the living room couch, her hair still wet, thumbing through one of Steve’s sketchbooks as he pulled together his stuff for the trip.

“Oh, I love this one,” she held up the book open to a page with a drawing he’d done of a little village somewhere in France. “It’s beautiful.”

“That’s the Dordogne,” he said after a quick glance to identify it. “It’s stunning. Perfect for a romantic getaway,” he looked to her, making her feel melty inside. “Maybe even a honeymoon.”

“Oh?” She chuckled. “I do like the idea of France for a romantic getaway or even a honeymoon,” she said, her eyes falling back to the sketchbook. “I’ve never been, but I’m dying to go.”

“Good to know,” Steve zipped his bag shut and came over to kiss her before slinging it onto his shoulder. “I hate that we have to say goodbye so soon, but I’ve got to get going.”

As if on cue, there was a knock on the door.

“Steve, c’mon man,” Sam called through the door. “Say goodbye to your girl and get your ass out here. We’re going to miss our plane.”

Reluctantly, Grace closed the sketchbook and set it back on the side table, following Steve to the door. When he swung it open, Sam was standing in the hallway, arms folded over his chest, as he looked them both up and down, clearly noting they both had wet hair.

“Mhmm,” he shook his head, chuckling. “Man, if we miss our flight–”

“We’re not gonna miss our flight, Sam,” Steve interrupted, shaking his head and snickering. He placed his hand on the small of Grace’s back and ushered her out the door before swinging it shut.

“I get it,” Sam continued, “Grace, you’re a lovely woman, but we have a mission to get to and I’d appreciate you not distracting this man.”

“Ok,” she laughed before going on her tiptoes for one last kiss. “I love you. Stay safe.”

“Love you too,” he kissed her again before heading off towards the elevator, grabbing Sam by the shoulder on his way. “C’mon, Sam.”

Grace watched him go, waiting until he disappeared into the elevator before she headed to the stairs and hoofed it the three floors up to the penthouse. She found her dad in the kitchen, putting together a sandwich that had no chance of staying together the instant he took the first bite, if he could even manage to open his mouth wide enough to get that. Open packages of meats and cheeses, vegetables, and various condiments were spread haphazardly all over the counter, covering every inch, essentially Pepper’s worst nightmare.

“Is it all right if I join you?” She asked. “I’m starved.”

“Absolutely,” he brushed his fingers off on his jeans and turned around to pull another plate down from the cupboard, setting it on the counter in front of her as she sidled up to him. “How was D.C.? Use my good name to raise boatloads of money for your friend’s school?”

“Yes,” Grace laughed, grabbing the bread, opening up the bag and pulling out two slices, setting them on her plate. “Thank you for giving me permission.” She set about assembling a sandwich for herself from the wide variety of fillings her father had already pulled from the fridge. “In addition to the money you donated, we raised about five million from other donors. It’s a good start and not bad for a one-day event.”

“Good,” Tony nodded. “Don’t forget to have your friend send me the paperwork to set up that scholarship fund.” He began putting away things that Grace wasn’t using, waiting to eat until she had finished prepping her sandwich so they could eat together. “You know, I wouldn’t have met your mother if she hadn’t gotten a full ride to M.I.T. Think of all the future genius babies like you that will be made because some student will get a scholarship you helped set up.”

From the corner of her eye, Grace could see her father watching her for a reaction. They hardly ever talked about Catherine. She had made it clear in her one letter to Grace that she hadn’t wanted to be a mother, didn’t want to raise a child, and wasn’t even sure she wanted to know her daughter when she got older, despite wanting her to live and have a good life. In light of Catherine’s mindset, Grace simply thought of her as an egg donor, nothing more. If she fell into the “why didn’t she want me?” trap, she could end up spiraling for weeks. So she’d learned not to go there.

“What made you fall for her?” Grace asked spontaneously, shutting her completed sandwich and plucking up a butter knife to cut it in half. Tony froze, an arm clutching mustard bottles, pickle jars, and a little tub of mayonnaise to his chest. “I mean, you’re you. You’ve dated so many other women and could really have your pick of whoever you wanted. So why Catherine?”

“Well,” he hesitated, opening up the refrigerator and slowly putting things back where they belonged. “There weren’t that many girls in the robotics program when I was in school. And she wasn’t just a girl, she was a hot girl.” He shrugged.

“Dad, be serious,” Grace pleaded, grabbing a few packets of deli meat and cheese, bringing them over to him so he could put them up. He took them from her and his face scrunched up as he thought about it.

“I was in my last year of undergrad,” he said. “I got busted after a party, drunk off my ass, which keep in mind, I was only seventeen at the time. I may have been trying to set up robot battles on the quad, or was it lab animal races?” He paused then shrugged. “The details are fuzzy,” he shut the fridge and went over to the counter, grabbing both their plates and moving them over to the other side, in front of the barstools, gesturing for her to come sit beside him. “Anyway, it was far from my first strike and the college president wanted to throw me out. My dad pulled some strings and I got to stay but one of the conditions of my staying, besides Howard paying an obscene endowment to the school, was that I had to T.A. one of the freshman robotics classes. It was the class Catherine was in, but she was obviously way ahead of everyone else in there.”

Grace ate her sandwich, watching her father pick at his. She felt a slight twinge of guilt, partly for making him recall memories that might cause him some pain, but also for not asking before. Her mother had been significant to him once.

He can’t really talk about her with anyone else, in the off chance that he wants to talk about her at all. I should’ve asked him before.

“She wanted to enter the annual robotics competition the department put on,” he continued. “She asked me to partner with her and since she was hot, I said yes, and the rest is history. We would’ve won first prize… if we weren’t disqualified.”

“But what did you like about her?” Grace prodded a little. “Other than her being hot,” she shot him a cautionary look and he chuckled.

“Well, much like you, my darling daughter,” he quipped with a smirk, “she didn’t take my bullshit. I liked that. Most people would just roll over and let me get away with whatever because of who I am. Not Catherine. And when we worked on projects together, she helped me see things from a different perspective, she made me improve my work.” He shrugged and plucked up his sandwich, taking a big bite that made pickles and tomato splat out of the other side and onto his plate. He chewed thoughtfully. “She made me laugh,” he smiled, a soft genuine smile at Grace. “You’re so much like her, sometimes when we’re building things together or you’re trying to keep me in line, I feel like I’m eighteen again.”

The fondness in his tone, the sincerity, they weren’t as rare an occurrence for him as some might have thought, but it still seemed to catch Grace off guard in the best ways whenever he said something genuine and heartfelt, expressing his emotions openly.

“I think Catherine was the first girl I actually loved,” he admitted, staring blankly at the sandwich in his hands.

“You never told me why you broke up,” Grace said. Her father flashed her a mournful, bitter smile. “Catherine’s letter didn’t give any insight, but I always got the impression it wasn’t a clean break.”

“My father didn’t approve,” Tony huffed. “When he found out she was a scholarship kid, he went digging into her family and found things he didn’t like, which is rich, considering he spent the entire first half of his life chasing skirts without any regard for whether or not he was being used for his money. But once I find a girl I like, suddenly it’s nothing but concern about girls using me to get to his cash.”

“He didn’t like her because she was poor?”

“I believe the exact phrase he used was poor white trash,” Tony scowled before taking an aggressively large bite of his sandwich. “Her family didn’t have a great track record, but Catherine was nothing like them. I was more trash than she was, racing lab animals and whatnot. But because my parents were rich, I was supposedly too good for her.” He scoffed and took another bite of his sandwich.

Grace didn’t know how to process that information. She’d known her grandfather was no saint, and she knew that he and Tony had butted heads constantly, but she hadn’t thought Howard had been a classist jerk.

I mean, this is the man who adored and idolized Steve, a man who grew up dirt poor in the most literal sense. Who worked side by side with Peggy. She didn’t come from money, did she? How could he refuse to see Catherine’s humanity and brilliance just because she was poor?

“I wonder sometimes if things might have been different, with you,” Tony smiled sadly, “if I’d told my old man to go to hell and asked your mother to marry me. I wanted to, even though I didn’t know about you. Sometimes I think about what our lives would be like, if we’d be this close, if you’d be as kind, generous, and levelheaded as you are, or if you would’ve been like me, on the verge of getting kicked out of M.I.T. for shenanigans of epic proportions.”

Grace snorted a laugh, thinking about it briefly, wondering what she would’ve turned out like had Tony been the one to raise her, instead of her adoptive parents.

“You can’t focus on the what ifs,” she reassured him, knowing how he tended to beat himself up about everything he saw as a failing, particularly revolving around those he loved. “I don’t,” she shrugged, stealing a pickle from his plate. “Catherine made it pretty clear in her letter that she didn’t want to be a mother. I doubt your sticking around would’ve changed her mind. Besides, I like how things are now. They’re good, right?”

“Yeah,” Tony smiled a bright, genuine smile. “I’ve got you, I’ve got Pepper, it doesn’t get better than that.”

Chapter Twenty-Five

Masterlist

Chapter Twenty-Seven

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Friends To Lovers Masterlist 2

part one

5 Times Ned Gave Peter His Sweatshirt (ao3) - red_to_black ned/peter T, 6k

Summary: Five times Ned Leeds gave Peter his sweatshirt, and one time Peter returned the favour.

(AKA Ned is a dork in love and Peter's a mess but someone has to take care of him. That someone is Ned.)

Dissonance (ao3) - stuckybarnes peter/wade M, 121k

Summary: Wherein Deadpool is reluctantly hired to protect Peter Parker from an organization out to hunt him, with varying success on both ends and quite a lot of feelings, revelations, and identity crises.

For you, bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths (ao3) - danverbarnes steve/bucky, clint/natasha G, 54k

Summary: "god knows what that cat is capable of, he's probably a killing machine!" Steve said, making them both laugh as they looked back to Goose who was tossing a small stuffed fish back and forth playfully between his paws. "And you say my life's not interesting, I'm a babysitter for a lethal killing...." Steve trailed off as he thought, "Yeah? a what?" Bucky pushed him, looking at him with a smile, excitedly. "Flerken" Steve decided. "really" Bucky commented unimpressed, but Steve turned back to rescue some more toast, nodding to himself, "Yep, Flerken" he said, proud of himself. They spent the rest of the day lounging around, Goose seemed to settle in right away, Bucky enjoying playing with him and softly stroking his head when he fell asleep on his lap.

Happily (ao3) - 19harmony yelena/kate T, 130k

Summary: Russian Operations Specialist Yelena Romanoff learns that she may face deportation from the U.S. because her visa renewal application was denied. Determined to retain her job, she convinces her assistant to temporarily act as her fiancé.

Proposal AU

Heart in My Hand (ao3) - roane steve/sam E, 6k

Summary: They had rules in place for a reason. The world around them has gone mad and Steve isn't sure of his place in it. They have a brainwashed assassin to catch and Sam's still healing from grief of his own. It's the worst possible time to fall in love, but Steve has always had a bad relationship with time and with timing.

I Think I Missed a Step ('Cause I'm Fallin' For You) (ao3) - mokuyoubi peter/wade, steve/bucky E, 42k

Summary: There’s a weird familiarity about the kid's tone and posture, and it’s true that Wade is pretty far from home today but he’s also certain he’d remember that baby-face if he’d seen it before. On the other hand, he has spent the better part of the past few years feeling like he’s missed a step, so this conversation isn’t exactly anything new. [[A hot guy is willingly talking to us. Go with it.]] [Don’t make an ass of yourself.] “Shaddup,” Wade grumbles, though Yellow has a point...

OR Peter thinks Wade knows his secret identity, and Wade is really confused by the hot coed who keeps popping up and hanging out with him.

One Caress (ao3) - fuck_me_barnes steve/bucky E, 26k

Summary: Steve's rarely been touched in a way that didn't equate to some kind of hurt. The cold metal of a stethoscope against his frail chest or the sting of a needle drawing yet another blood sample, when he was a sickly child. The bone-shattering punches thrown by the neighborhood bullies on the playground, or by his own father at home, drunk and wild. His mother, weak and clutching at him as she grew more incoherent with the drugs as the cancer ate away at her insides. Touch was something he shied away from, something he told himself he just didn't want.

Except...he did. He just didn't know how.

Until he finds a flyer for a local "affection and intimacy services" program.

In which Steve learns how to become comfortable with touch, and there is one very good dog, and a slow-burn romance.

Philophilia (ao3) - second_skin clint/phil M, 4k

Summary: Phil and Clint go to the beach. It's basically a hostage situation. Backstory. Takes place a couple of years before the Avengers assembled.

Sharpen Your Teeth (ao3) - STARSdidathing loki/tony M, 369k

Summary: A betrayed Tony Stark leaves the Avengers. He's angry and bitter but he's not about to stop being a hero. The problem is that not everyone is happy with his decision.

Slow Work (ao3) - lorata steve/bucky T, 81k

Summary: It's 2011, men are allowed to marry, and Bucky is dead.

The future isn't all that's strange. Together in peacetime for the first time since before Steve took the serum, Steve and Bucky struggle to find their place -- and each other -- in the middle of a new millennium, new bodies, and new dynamics.

Or, just because you wake up in a century where everything you've repressed is magically okay, that doesn't make it easy.

Soulbound With Benefits (ao3) - schifaroo clint/phil E, 13k

Summary: Clint has been in love with Phil since before they started casually sleeping together. So far, he's pretty sure he's done a good job hiding his real feelings. He's not so sure how he's supposed to keep that up, though, now that they’re telepathically bonded.

Such Sweet Revenge (ao3) - ali_aliska bucky/tony M, 167k

Summary: When the Rogues are back in the States after being pardoned, the New Avengers want nothing to do with them and as far as Tony is concerned, if he never speaks to them again, it'll be too soon. After all, he didn't spend the last year putting himself (and his family) back together only for his former co-workers to ruin all of his hard work.

But then he gets a hand-written letter from the Winter Soldier himself, apologizing for the events that transpired and an off-handed comment from Rhodey about Rogers failing to take care of an obviously miserable Bucky Barnes sets in motion Tony's new, oh-so-evil plan to get some payback.

After all, what better revenge than to steal the Winter Soldier away from his best friend?

The only problem: Tony sucks at being vengeful, but apparently he's an expert at inadvertently falling in love.

They’ve All Gone to Look for America (ao3) - longwhitecoats steve/sam M, 26k

Summary: In which Steve and Sam go on a road trip across America, see the sights, learn about mixtapes, make surprising friends, and fall in love a little.

We always know (ao3) - bangyababy steve/bucky, bucky/thor M, 32k

Summary: Steve and Bucky were best friends until middle school when Steve overheard Bucky saying it was weird he didn’t talk. Soon after, Bucky moved away and they never spoke again. Almost fifteen years later, they've somehow managed to become roommates.

whatever souls are made of (ao3) - atypicalsnowman tony/stephen M, 320k

Summary: Soul bonding canon divergence. Fourteen million futures and Stephen saw just one where they win. Tony has to soul bond to a virtual stranger whereas Stephen... Stephen is in love.

This is a story of how two broken men became friends, then family, then fell in love.

And saved the universe.

Worlds Collide (ao3) - SugarFey clint/natasha E, 13k

Summary: Their worlds collided when they met, so they rebuilt a world together.

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𝕿𝖔 𝕾𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆 𝕳𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖞 𝕭𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖍𝖉𝖆𝖞

Pairing: Musician!Roommate!Bucky Barnes × Reader

Summary: It's Bucky's birthday, and you give him a present you didn't know you had.

Word count: Almost 2k

Warning: Poorly written smut (+18 only, please), dry humping, one ass slap, unprotected sex (don't do that, kids. be responsible), a small mention of oral sex (f and m), fingers kink (?), a bit of dirty talk and praising, brief choking kink if you squint, alcohol consumption. And I think that's it.

A/N: And here I am, celebrating the birthday of a fictional character… again. Well, he's my comfort character so I'll keep doing that. As always, lack of vocabulary and grammatical mistakes abound. *apologizes in español*. Let me know your guys' thoughts. I love that shit.

ᴺᵒᵗ ᵐʸ ᵍⁱᶠ ¯ ᶜʳᵉᵈⁱᵗˢ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʳᵉᵃᵗᵒʳ

The atmosphere at your place was nice. Dim, orange lights illuminating the ample space as soft jazz worked as background music and the bubbling chatter and glass clattering filled the air.

The whole band was there, attending the obligatory reunion they had after every show. A tradition that seemed to be their way of relaxing before finally going to bed after an agitated night. Except this time, they used Bucky's birthday as an excuse to bring more alcohol and order a cake from the bakery down the street to the apartment.

As usual, Bucky invited you to both their presentation and the reunion, and as usual, you couldn't say no. Not when you knew he'd look for you in the small crowd of the café while he sang the chorus.

Your cup had been refilled at least three times, and your shoes were long lost in the seemingly immensity of the apartment. The cake, in the trash can due to a clumsy Sam and someone's leg that got in his way to the kitchen.

And still, with no cake and just a couple more beers untouched, everyone was having a pleasant time.

The dizziness in your head was well welcomed as you closed your eyes and enjoyed the slow, sensual rhythm of the music. Your foot, moving to the beat. Despite the drinks, you were well aware of your surroundings.

“I think we lost her.” Nat's silky voice suggested, and you could feel her smile in your direction.

Snorting, you said, “I'm still here.” Your head hung from the arm of the couch you were laying in. “Just thinking if it'd be weird if I took a scoop of cake out of the trash.”

“Not weird,” Bucky's amused voice said. “gross.”

Everyone in the room agreed.

“Well then, do something to take that thought out of my head.” You turned to him, watching as he lit a cigarette and held it between his lips.

He sat down on the couch in front of yours, across the coffee table, and spread his legs carefreely.

“Any suggestions?” He asked and you straightened in your seat, knowing exactly what would take your craving for sugar away.

“Play that song I love.”

And you didn't have to tell him which one you were talking about. He knew.

When you first moved in, you told him that since you were new to town, you didn't know many people or places, and he offered to be your tourist guide, but after the show he had to attend… Needless to say, after hearing him sing and being introduced to his friends, the tour through the city was forgotten.

From a metal base, Bucky took his favorite guitar, turned the stereo off and sat down again. Silence fell on the room as he tuned the guitar, all eyes in him waiting for a performance.

Finally, when he was happy with the changes, he accommodated the instrument and started with a softer, acoustic version of that song that talked about a man so in love that he'd get on his knees for a woman, worshiping every part of her, starting with the inside of her thighs and what was further up.

The lyrics were sweet and subtle, yet sexy and direct. A masterpiece, just as the singer himself.

His fingers played skillfully over the strings, large digits moving to create a melody. A thought crossed your mind, one that had little to do with the song and a lot to do with the way he pressed his fingers on the neck of the guitar.

Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was his raspy voice singing love letters, maybe it was his eyes, fixated on you the whole time that had your chest heaving. Maybe, just maybe, it was all of the above.

Until then, you didn't realize you was staring at him, not just watching, staring, drinking in the sight of your handsome roommate singing… just for you. To you.

The bridge was close, which was Nat's clue to sing along, but she didn’t. She let him continue verse after verse, and a movement of red got caught in your peripheral vision.

Ungluing your eyes from Bucky, you saw Nat, urging Sam and Steve and Sharon out. She winked before closing the door behind her. You're welcome, she meant.

The fact that you were now alone, didn't seem to matter to Bucky. He kept playing, fingers creating a delicate, delicious sound that matched perfectly with his voice. You wondered what other kinds of sounds he could create with those fingers, sounds coming from you.

Soon you realized your legs were crossed, thighs squeezing together to get some sort of friction in your drenched cunt.

“Tell me, don't you wanna come over?” Bucky kept singing. “Up all night, skin to skin, baby, I don't mind.” You clenched under his gaze. The intensity of his eyes on you, making you bite your lip. “Showing you what I'd do when we're intertwined, taking you to the top when we're both aligned.”

The song was over, and you couldn't help but notice he changed the lyrics.

Suddenly, the room felt smaller, the air thicker and your skin hotter. You said nothing when Bucky put the guitar aside, spreading his legs and sitting more comfortably. Your eyes wandered down, to the bulge pressing against his jeans and you couldn't stop the moan when you clenched again around nothing.

“So, you gonna come over,” He licked his lips, loving how your breath got caught in your throat as you saw him do it. “Or are you gonna deny me my last present?” He tilted his head, watching as you made your way in front of him and stood still between his legs. “C'mere, I don't bite.” He helped you straddle him, and when you were seated, he drew a line with his lips in your neck. “Unless you want me to.”

And you moaned again, rocking your hips unintentionally over the thick material of his jeans.

“Yes, baby.” His hands positioned in your hips, moving them back and forth at a tortuously slow pace. “Fuck, it's your turn to sing for me.”

And so you did. Your lips grazed his ear, sending shivers down his spine when your whines hit him as your hips kept rocking, your panties and his own clothes, working as a barrier between you and heaven.

Your clit brushed harshly against his jeans through your underwear as your lips swallowed the thin material due to your spread legs.

You could feel the hardness of his cock with each hump, your moans letting him know that. Your arousal, leaving a stain that grew and grew.

Bucky's fingers dug delicately in your jaw, making you face him before stamping his lips to yours in a slow, hot kiss that had your head spinning.

It was all lips and tongues, harsh breaths and shared moans. You managed to separate half a second to take off his shirt so you could run your hands through his worked abdomen before returning to the dance of tongues.

“Shit, baby.” He said after easily discarding your dress, leaving you only wearing your underwear that didn't do much for the cause. His lips, leaving a path of wet kisses up your neck. “Maybe I should take a bite of my cake,” His hands landed unexpectedly in your ass, squeezing as he started to guide you again. “Don't you think?”

You were soaked and panting, the desperation for having him inside of you, building its way to your head.

With the little coherence you still had, you said, “Only if I get to blow the candle.”

You felt the rumble of his laughter in your chest, pressed against his before he turned both of you to lay you down on the couch.

“That's a deal.” Bucky got rid of his remaining clothes and you did your best to suppress the impression in your face as you saw him, glorious and thick and hard as a rock, red tip leaking pre cum. He smiled at your staring. “But it'll have to be later.” He climbed on top of you, taking off your ruined panties along the way. “Right now, I can't wait to be inside this pretty pussy.” You felt his shaft drawing your lips, his hand making sure he was coated with your juices. “Can't wait any longer.”

And he pushed home. Slowly, drinking on every inch he penetrated, on your closed eyes and parted lips leaving a silent meowl.

As soon as he bottomed out, he started moving, a calmed rhythm at first, that increased by the second.

One hand next to your head to keep him from crushing you and the other on the back of your thigh, Bucky hammered fast, the complaints of the couch squelching underneath, the wet sounds of skin slapping and your moans, mixing in the air in a symphony worth listening to.

“You're so fucking tight.” He grunted, his fingers leaving your hot flesh to settle between your bodies. “I always knew we're perfect but, fuck, this pussy is something else.”

He started to draw circles in your clit, the pressure having you wailing and arching your back.

The music falling from your lips was like the song of a mermaid to Bucky, dragging him closer and closer to the edge of the boat, and he'd gladly drown if it was you who sank him to the bottom of the ocean.

And just like an enchanted pirate, he jumped to the waters, thrusting in and out, his tip touching your special spot every time, making you scream.

“God, Bucky. Yes, yes!” Your hands, that had been going up and down his muscular arms, traveled down, looking for his ass to urge him to go even deeper. “Just like agh--, just like that.”

“You like that, pretty girl? You wanna cum?” The pressure in your clit increased and his hips moved faster. “Wanna cum all over my cock? Make a mess on this couch?” Your walls clamped down, a guttural roar leaving Bucky's throat.

Yes, you wanted to say, but the word wouldn't come out, the sensations running down your body, the feeling of Bucky's length finally stretching you out, too much for you to handle.

You felt the string in your belly tensing up, like the ones in his guitar. Except you were sure this one was going to snap at any moment.

Bucky's fingers unglued from your bud and made their way to your throat, the squeeze almost imperceptible as he ordered, “Then cum.”

The coil snapped, your walls clenched and your otherwise loud scream was muffled by Bucky's lips, swallowing the sinful sound as he came as well, hips faltering but never stopping until he was sure his load would stay inside you.

He drew back, pulling out to plop beside you on the soft couch.

Coming down from your highs, Bucky said, “T'was the best present I got today.”

Legs trembling and arms weak, you managed to fall on your knees on the carpet, eyes on Bucky's as he sat in front of you, getting the hint.

“What if I told you…” Your palm took possession of his soft glistening cock, stroking it until it came back to life. Your juices, working as a lubricant. “That was just the first present on the table?”

“I can't leave the others unopened, can I?” His hand brushed your hair before taking a fist on it.

“It wouldn't be fair.” You said, before enveloping his shaft with your lips, ready to listen to the third song of the evening.

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Not Your Captain

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 1695

Warnings: Falcon and the Winter Soldier Spoilers!!!!! Lots of Angst in this one, guys, lotta feels, some Fluff to counterbalance it, but mostly Angst, Cursing

A/N: This is Part Two to my previous FATWS writing, His Only Contact. FATWS SERIES STERLIST HERE! This one is from Reader’s perspective and gives you a bit more about Reader’s backstory. There will be multiple parts coming out in the next day or two based just on this new episode because damn. It was loaded! Due to this and my workload this past week, I haven’t been able to post the first chapter of my College!AU, Erased From the Stars, but I promise it’s coming! This’ll be my main focus for the weekend though! Expect more parts in the next 24 hours! I’ll be making a masterlist for this particular project in that time, too! Taglists are open! Please contact me if you want to be tagged! Thank you and please enjoy, loves! (Not beta’d, so sorry for mistakes!)

AGAIN: SPOILERS UNDER CUT!

The moment you saw it on TV, you knew you had to get to Bucky. You weren’t planning on leaving until the next day, but there was no way you weren’t going. So you caught the first plane you could from the base you were staying at.

You’re feelings were all over the place. Steve had been your best friend for more than the past decade. You were the one there when he first woke up. You were the one to help him get situated. You were the one to help him whenever he needed, to go over to his little place in DC when he was having problems, like the time he thought he was having an asthma attack when it was an anxiety attack or when you had to help him find a new phone after he accidentally broke his.

You were that close to falling in love with him. But life went the other way and, in a weird twist of fate, almost as if the universe wanted to spare you of the heartbreak it knew would come if you gave your heart to the dashing captain, you ended up tripping over your own feet for someone else.

Someone you would never tell.

He was the last thing you had left of Steve and you couldn’t ruin that because of your stupid feelings. And you couldn’t ruin the relationship you had now because it was working. He trusted you, more than anyone else. He trusted you because Steve trusted you and you wouldn’t dare break that trust.

You just hoped, with everything going down in relation to the shield - to his legacy - that you’d be able to keep that promise you made to yourself.

You were in front of his door early in the morning - around four - hesitating to knock. It didn’t take long for him to respond the moment your fist did meet the door.

He looked…tired. You wished, oh how you wished, that you could do more. Anything more. He insisted you helped him plenty already; he claimed he never had nightmares when you were by his side. But it wasn’t enough. Not for what he’d been through. You felt as though you were merely putting a bandaid over a bullet wound.

His chocolate locks were short, above his ears. You could remember how hesitant yet eager he was about doing it. It was difficult to not cut his ear off because he kept moving in anticipation. You would know: you cut it. Those blue eyes that made you trip in the first place were outlined by thick lashes, dark ebony bags beneath them, making the azure pop. He was shirtless, as he usually was when sleeping (or at least trying to sleep), his dog tags resting against his sternum.

You could tell he hadn’t been sleeping. His eyes were bloodshot as if he was watching TV for too long and his hair was less messy than it would be if he actually slept.

The moment his eyes found yours, his plump, chapped lips turned up into the grin he reserved for you and he was pulling you in. Your reaction was instantaneous, your arms slipping around his waist, your chin resting on his shoulder as he found home in the crook of your neck.

He was touch deprived. You knew this, but you never brought it up. Especially considering you were one of the only people he touched willingly. You didn’t want him thinking he was broken, more so than he thought he was already. And you definitely didn’t want to push him into fixing himself. So you didn’t tell him, even though you were pretty sure he knew, and you just let him take the lead.

Sometimes it meant he grabbed your hand in large crowds, or tucked you under his arm when he was threatened. Other times it meant laying his head in your lap when he was tired late at night, or a soft hug in greeting.

Hands slowly tracing his spine, fingers dancing up and down his back, you gave a small smile when you felt him practically purring in your embrace. You could never decide if he was more puppy or kitten. You used to make jokes about the three of them, Steve, Bucky, and Sam, being like a puppy, kitten, and bird that you had to reluctantly pet sit for a friend. You would give almost anything to be joking around like that with them when you went to visit Bucky in Wakanda with Steve.

“Buck?”

He hummed. You didn’t want to pull back, you wanted to stay connected with him for as long as possible, but you had to talk. You didn’t want to talk about it, because that would make it more real, but you had to. You had to.

“Have you seen the news recently?”

His eyebrows furrowed, his lips pulling down. “What happened? Is it Wanda?”

You looked down the hall, your lips pressed together tightly, before nodding inside. “We have to talk.”

He nodded, stepping back and pulling you inside. Seeing the makeshift bed on the floor against the far edge of the sofa made you inwardly sigh, but you didn’t say anything about it. Steve was the same way at first.

“Is she okay? Did you find her? Where-”

“It’s not Wanda.” Turning, you faced him, trying to control your own anger at the situation, knowing it wouldn’t help him any. “It’s…it’s about Steve.”

Those spectacularly blue eyes narrowed, bottom lip being sucked in between his teeth. “What about Steve?”

You gestured for him to come closer, holding out your hand in offering. He took it and followed you as you led him to the couch. A cleared throat and a deep breath later found you gently explaining what happened to him. That the government had taken back the shield and had given it to someone else. A ‘hero just for America’. A ‘new Captain America’.

You could see his features harden with every word, his jaw ticking dangerously, his chest heaving and his nostrils flaring. You squeezed his hand as you finished. “He’s got meetings and stuff with senators and governors. They’re taking him on a tour this week. They-they want me to meet him, considering I’m the last of the original seven. Active on Earth, at least.”

The tears that started forming in his eyes made you swallow your own emotions down thickly. He didn’t need your hatred of this wannabe to fuel his own. He needed your support and comfort. He needed to know you’d be by his side through this.

“Are you?”

You blinked, not expecting his first words to be that question. “Am I what?”

“Going to meet with him?”

“I-I…” You stopped talking, knowing that if you continued you’d end up ranting about how he wasn’t your captain. How he could never be your captain. Debating answers, you decided on a simple, blunt reply. “No.”

“Why…”

Running your thumb over his knuckles, you leaned over slowly to press a chaste kiss to his bare skin and blood shoulder. “Take your time. Collect your thoughts.”

He responded to your words by taking a deep breath, clenching his eyes shut, his jaw so tight you feared he might chip his teeth. It was a tense minute before he said anything, the room being filled with his harsh breathing. “You said he gave them the shield.”

“What?”

“Yesterday. You told me he gave up the shield. They put it in the Smithsonian. But you just said they took it from him.”

“He did give it to them, but-”

“Why?” His eyes snapped open, his features twisting into ones of frustration and resentment. “Why’d he give it to them?”

You shook your head, knowing Sam didn’t mean for any of that to happen. He had called you a few weeks ago to ask about your opinion on the matter. You told him that Steve trusted him, and you trusted Steve, so if Sam thought that was the right thing to do…you trusted him. “It’s not Sam’s fault. Don’t be mad-”

“Don’t be mad?! Don’t be mad?!” Bucky shot up, ripping his hand away from yours, making you bite your lip and hang your head as he paced in front of you. “Steve gave it to him! And he just gives it away like he’s regifting a shitty frisbee as a Christmas present! And you don’t want me to be mad?! Are you fucking kidding me, Y/N?!”

Cringing at the use of your name, which you rarely hear fall from his lips, especially in vexation like just then, you looked up at him, eyes pleading. “Bucky, I get it. I do. I’m mad, too. I’m-I’m furious. But you can’t blame Sam. Please. He just - he’s trying, Buck. Just like me. Just like you. We’re all trying.”

Bucky’s shoulders fell as he stared at you, eyes darting from feature to feature as he studied your face. Before you could say anything else, he was on the floor in front of you, in between your legs, arms wrapped around your waist and face pressed into your stomach.

You could tell he was holding something back - something big - but you wouldn’t push him. You never did. Displaying feelings was always hard for him, even in the early 1900’s; Steve used to tell you stories when you were looking for him after the fiasco in DC. Bucky grew up being the oldest of four and the only boy. On top of that, his best friend was a scrawny, stubborn, punching bag of a boy. According to Stevie, neither of them really learned how to cope or how to deal with feelings. And it showed. Boy, did it show.

Instead of getting on him and asking what was wrong and begging for him to talk to you, your fingers tangled in his hair, nails scratching his scalp, as you sat back to make the position more comfortable for him.

“Stay with me. I need you.”

You leaned down to press a soft kiss to his head, nodding into his hair. “I’ll stay. For as long as you need me, Buckaroo.”

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urimaginespimp · 3 years

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A Half-naked Nurse and Wrong Ideas.

Bucky x Reader with fever.

Thank you @daredarling for the “you’ve gotten sick and Bucky takes care of you” idea.

——–

You should’ve known better than to race Sam under a thunderstorm last night. Waking up the next morning, you had a massive headache, your muscles felt sore, and you were shivering.

“Miss Y/N, Mr. Barnes says you’re half an hour late in training.” FRIDAY’s voice spoke, making you groan and bring your comforters above you.

“Tell him to fuck off.” you muffled under the sheets.

Barnes… He has been nothing but a pain in the ass to you. To this day, you don’t know what you’ve done for him to dislike you this much. And as if his snarky comments and glares thrown your way wasn’t enough, Steve actually paired you both for missions and trainings.

If he wasn’t so handsome you would’ve cut him already. If Steve allowed you.

Loud bangs hit your door outside. “Y/L/N you’re already 30 minutes late! That’s 5 laps extra for you!” You could hear the irritation lacing his voice.

Maybe if you ignore him long enough, the pest would go away.

“I know you’re in there!” He followed up after you ignored him.

Sighing in annoyance, you got up, with the blankets still wrapped around you, and weakly waddled your way to your door, not bothering to open up your curtains. Opening the door, A frowning Bucky was looking down on you. If you weren’t feeling so shitty, you would’ve snickered at his expression.

“Barnes why are you so obsessed with me?” your cracked voice barely managed to finish asking.

He was observing you from head to toe, noting how pale you are, and shivering under a huge comforter despite that your AC was off.

“You’re stupid.” That was the first thing that came out of his mouth.

“Well, you’re not that sma-”

“Will you shut up and go back to bed? You look like you’re about to drop dead any second now.” He interrupted you, his face still stern with no emotion.

Rolling your eyes, you turned back and weakly made your way back over to bed, pausing to groan as you remembered you forgot to close the door.

“If you’re still there, could you please close the door.” it almost pained you to even be so polite to him but you blame it to being sick.

Finally managing to lie back down, you stared up the ceiling when you heard the door finally shut gently. Sighing, you were about to let sleep take over you when something caught the corner of your eye.

Bucky was by the closed door, taking his shirt off over his head. You let out a shriek. “What the fuck are you doing in my room?!”

“You’re sick.” he replied nonchalantly, while kicking off his shoes, leaving him in his sweatpants and socks.

“And taking off your clothes is supposed to make me feel better?!” you were trying to support yourself with your elbow, facing his way. “And I meant that you close the door before leaving.”

“I don’t want to die of heat while taking care of you.” he replied in a duh tone before entering your bathroom to fetch some warm water in a basin.

You were still trying to process what he was getting at when he finally went back out, now basin with steaming water in hand.

“You got a clean towelette I can use?” has asked as he placed the basin on the foot of your bed.

“Yeah, it’s by the third dra- what the hell are you doing again?” you caught yourself as he was opening your drawers. “Because if you’re trying to kill me, doing it while I’m defenseless is just beneath you.”

“Didn’t think your IQ could get any lower but you’re sick so I’ll let this pass.” He rolled his eyes before soaking the cloth on the water. “I’m nursing you. Now lay flat and still so the cloth won’t fall off that forehead of yours.” he instructed, again sounding so casual.

You followed his orders before realizing that this whole ordeal was still very weird. “I’m sorry, I still don’t get why you’re doing this.”

He went by your head and placed the cloth on your forehead, making you sigh at the warmth it brought your chilling form. “Steve will have my head if he finds out I knew you’re sick and let you die.”

You stared at him deadpan.

“And partners are supposed to be taking care of each other.” he muttered, making the side of your mouth twitch.

“If you tell anyone I said that I’ll kill you.” he lightly threatened when he noticed your mouth twitch.

“Fair enough. And I should probably tell you that I’m prone to get mentally confused when I have fevers which is a normal symptom, but just letting you know in case I start saying something nice.” you chuckled.

He went over your mini fridge and opened a bottle of water to drink.

You look at him, noticing that he was starting to sweat a lot from the heat. His skin was glistening making you mentally kick yourself from staring.

“You got underwear?” you found yourself asking, making him choke on his drink.

“What?”

“I-I’m just saying i-if you’re that hot, you can just take off your sweatpants and I won’t mind.”

“You’re saying I’m hot?” he chuckled, having fun twisting your words, making you flush. “Hey, color’s back on your face. Maybe I should get you all flustered more.” he teased further.

“Shut up Barnes, I meant that the room’s too hot for you because the AC is off. You’re sweating like a pig.”

“Save the excuses, Y/N. You won’t mind if I’ll just be in my boxers?” he smirked at you as he took his socks off and started working on untying the strings of his sweats.

“Puh-lease, Barnes, it may come as a shock to you, but I’ve seen enough men in boxers. You’re not that…”

You trailed off what you were going to say when you noticed that this was a different kind of boxers. Why were they so tight?

You thought he meant boxer shorts, not boxer briefs. Dammit.

“I’m not that…?” He asked.

“I forgot. Fever brain.” You shrugged, diverting your eyes away from him. “Anyway, why are you so nice to me? You hate me.”

“I don’t hate you.” He contradicts, placing his hands on his hips.

“Uh, yeah you do.” you paused to let out a cough. “You always make fun of me or provoke me in front of everyone else.”

“And how do I treat you when we’re alone, especially in missions?” he raised his brows at you, expecting that you’ll put two and two together.

“A lot nicer actually.” You muttered.

“Look, I’m sorry. It’s just that the team keeps insisting I have a crush on you.” he scratched the back of his head.

“That’s ridiculous. Why would they even think that?” you chuckled.

“It’s Sam’s fault. He tricked me.”

“What?”

“He was being all hypothetical, saying what if I was only allowed to date someone from the team and who would I choose. And I uh… may have said I’d choose you. And everyone else heard.” He muttered the last part, embarrassed.

It was your turn to smirk at him. “And why me?”

“Stop that. You look like a smirking corpse.” he snapped at you defensively and cleared his throat. “It’s just that you were actually really nice to me when we met. Didn’t feel like you were masking apprehensiveness like everybody did when I first got here.”

“Sounds like you have a crush on me.” you had the courage to tease him, seeing how flustered he got from telling the story.

“This is not how you treat your nurse, Y/N.”

“Yeah, a nurse in his underwear. Very ethical. And I’m not your supervisor, but I think brooding is not advisable.”

“And now as your nurse, I would advise you to quit talking and get some sleep.” he playfully glared at you. “I’ll be by the chair to constantly check on your temperature and replace the cloth on your forehead.”

“I really appreciate what you’re doing, Barnes. I’m starting to think the team’s right.”

“Ma’am flirting with patients and vice versa is frowned upon. Now sleep.”

“Fine.”

——–

While you were finally snoozing for over an hour, gentle knocks were heard on your door.

Standing up from his chair, Bucky quickly made his way over the door to prevent more knocks from disturbing your sleep, forgetting that he was still only in his boxer briefs.

Opening it slowly, he was met with three pairs of wide eyes belonging to Steve, Sam, and Nat.

“Hey you guys, could you keep it down? Y/N is getting some rest.”

“Uhuh… I bet she needs it.” Sam replied slowly, still wide-eyed, noting how Bucky’s slightly sweaty.

“So… when did this happen?” It was Steve’s turn to speak up.

“Oh, just this morning. She was running late and I came here with the intention of punishing her for it but I ended up taking care of her.” He explained in a low voice, still oblivious to how their teammates were getting a totally different idea.

“Woah.” Nat muttered under her breath.

“Yeah, I guess her muscles are all sore because she was moving so weakly, and her voice is all hoarse now when she talks, and -”

“Look we’re happy for you, but TMI, Buck! TMI.” Steve cut him off and the three of them scrambled away from your room, with Sam muttering he didn’t need the unwelcomed visuals, and Nat screaming for Wanda.

Now left alone and confused by the doorway, he was trying to figure out why they reacted that way when it finally clicked.

“Fuck.” he whisper-yelled, knowing that the teasing was about to get worse.

——–

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tricksters-captain · 3 years

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Helmut Zemo (TFATWS) imagines - Craving Part 2

AN: Right giving you all what you really wanted...

Summary: After playing the part as Zemo's arm candy in Madripoor, Zemo tries to confront you on your unspoken connection, only to be rudely interrupted...

In this chapter: After having a dream about the man himself, you decide to seek out Zemo...

(PART 1 HERE)

Pairing(s): Zemo x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3,013

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, receiving oral, choking, Zemo does use a couple phrases in his language and since Sokovia isn’t a real country or language I used Polish (I have seen several fic use German before however).

You tossed and turned in bed as you tried to get comfortable. Your skin felt hot and uncomforatble to be in and your mind wouldn't stop replaying Zemo’s hands on you. The large bedroom made every movement sound louder than it was so every time you rolled and made the bed frame creak, the more you frustrated you grew.

You hated Zemo for making you feel so confused. He was an attractive man, that was true, but he had torn the avengers apart. He had used Bucky’s past against him several times and even gotten you hurt because of it. Why did you all of a sudden have the desire to see what he tasted like...

You figured he’d taste like mint toothpaste and whiskey or perhaps of coffee from earlier or perhaps.... What were you doing?!

You buried your face into your pillow and groaned.

You must’ve fallen asleep eventually because you had started dreaming.

You were back in Madripoor. It was Sharon’s high town home and you had just changed for the party. Except you weren’t wearing what you actually wore that night. Instead, you were wearing a long silky black dress that dropped to the floor with a small trail. It had thin black straps that went over your shoulder and connected to the dress delicately; the dress was completely backless and the cool air from Sharon’s AC tickled your exposed skin.

“You look beautiful.” Zemo’s voice filled the room. You looked up in the mirror to see Zemo standing at the door behind you.

“It’s not too much?” You asked, flattening out the skirt with your hands.

Zemo made his way towards you until he was right behind you. The hairs prickling up on your back revealed just how close he was standing.

“Not at all.” Zemo brushed the tip of his finger along your shoulder, following the curve from your neck and then down your arm until he cupped your elbow gently. “You look perfect.”

You felt your breathing stop as Zemo started to learn forward, his eyes remained locked with yours in the mirror as his lips finally met your skin.

He kissed your shoulder lightly before opening his mouth and grazing his teeth against your flesh, biting ever so gently but with enough pressure to make the sex between your legs throb.

“We shouldn’t.” You whispered.

“Why not?” Zemo turned you to face him with the hand that rested on your elbow. He brought you closer to him, pressing a hand to the exposed small of your back. His strong calloused hand against you only made your legs feel weaker.

“You know why.” You placed your hands on his chest but didn’t push him away. Yet.

“Ahh, yes. Because of James?” Zemo tilted his head. “What would poor James do if he caught us together like this?” Zemo let his hand slide down the outside of your thigh and hook under your knee, bringing your leg up to his hip to bring you closer.

You smirked, leaning into the man’s ear. Brushing your lips just ever so slightly against his lobe as you spoke.

“He’d kill you.” You whispered.

That’s when you woke up.

You woke up covered in sweat, your chest heaving and your hair slick to your forehead. You didn’t know how long you’d been asleep for because Bucky was now asleep on the couch in the room too.

You hoped you didn’t sleep talk anything weird during that dream but you figured that Bucky would be waiting for you to wake up to confront you if you had said Zemo's name or something similar.

You climbed out of the bed quietly and headed towards the door. You knew you wouldn’t be able to get back to sleep after that dream and you had felt gross from waking up all sweaty so you made your way to the bathroom.

You splashed cool water on your face and wiped your neck and chest with a damp towel before you left the bathroom again.

You looked down the hall to Zemo’s room.

You knew which one it was for safety measures. Sam had taken the room beside his so that he could keep an eye on him but you knew Sam would probably be in the living room on his laptop at this hour to keep watch. Make sure no one is sneaking in or out of the apartment. But that also meant you could creep over to Zemo’s room without the anxiety of Sam coming out of his.

You found yourself walking before you could stop yourself.

You hovered outside the door for what felt like an eternity before you lightly rapped on the door.

You opened it without hearing a response.

Zemo was sat up on the edge of the bed, tying his robe around him as he must have had been woken by the intrusion.

“I thought you were Sam.” Zemo rose to his feet after he realised it was you who had entered.

“I didn’t mean to wake you.” You apologised.

“You didn’t. I was merely laying in the bed. I did not lie when I told you about my struggles with sleeping.” Zemo had mentioned his insomnia in the kitchen before.

You remained in the doorway, just looking at Zemo, panicking slightly as you tried to find something to say.

“I don’t know why I’m here.” You said lowly.

“You don’t?” Zemo cocked his eyebrow at you but didn’t move.

“I just...” You started, “I had this...” You failed to explain yourself.

“Shh. Shh. Shh.” Zemo waved his hand. He slowly made his way towards you. “You don’t need to come up with excuses.”

“I’m not.” You argued.

“Just tell me the truth.” Zemo was now in front of you. He was close enough that you could see the slight stripe pattern on his dark pyjamas beneath his robe. You could also see slight hair poking out of the top of his shirt as the first few buttons were undone. You resisted the urge to reach out and stroke your fingers down his exposed chest, to explore what was beneath his silk pyjamas...

“I-I...” You struggled to respond. You almost felt like punching a wall at how frustrated you were at the fact that Zemo somehow managed to leave you completely speechless.

“I often use these long nights to think.” Zemo spoke so you didn’t have to.

“What do you think about?” You questioned.

“A lot of things usually.” Zemo waved his hand as he spoke. “But these past couple nights I’ve found myself thinking of something more out of the ordinary.”

“And what’s that?” You asked.

“You.” Zemo cocked his head as he looked at you.

You felt a heat grow between your legs as you watched his eyes flicker to your lips for a second.

“May I?” Zemo stepped forward, reaching his hand out to close the door behind you.

Your breath hitched in your throat as his face passed yours. Zemo slowly pulled back from the door, your faces were mere inches away from each other as he hadn't bothered to go around you to close the door but over your shoulder instead.

Your gaze met. The thick tension around you was suffocating.

With his right hand, he reached up and cupped your jaw, firmly underneath your ear. His thumb ran over your cheek; his touch burning against you.

Zemo leant forward, closing the space between you, and kissed you.

It was a sweet kiss. A first kiss. He was testing the waters.

Just as he went to pull away, you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him back in. Your body flushed against his as a powerful urge took over you.

Desperation. Need. A fire that grew in your stomach.

Zemo placed one hand in your hair and it’s counterpart on the small of your back. You couldn’t help but moan into his mouth as he tugged lightly at the back of your hair.

Zemo’s mouth traveled down your jaw to your neck. His tongue sent goosebumps over your skin as he explored it. He could taste the saltiness from the result of your dream.

“Did you get all hot and bothered for me, mały ptaszku?” He cooed as his hand moved from your hair to your shoulder. He stroked down the back of your arm until he reached your elbow. You felt your heart skip with the flashback to your dream.

“What are we doing?” You asked breathlessly as you clung onto the man’s robe.

“Anything you desire.” He lifted his head back to face you.

There was a beguiling darkness in his eyes but it didn’t scare you. It only enticed you.

Zemo took your hand and brought it to his lips. He pressed a silky kiss to your fingers all the while maintaining eye contact. The way his lips look as they curved against your fingers made your stomach tighten with want.

Zemo had noticed the blazing fire in your eyes as you watched him. He smirked, taking just one of your fingers and placing in between his teeth. He dragged it gently, grazing your finger as he pulled it down his lip; the cool night air tickled the wetness on your skin.

Zemo let go of your hand before lifting his own fingers to your lips. You let out a shaky breath as he stroked his thumb along your bottom lip.

“So beautiful.” Zemo took a moment to admire you. Your lips were slightly plump from his kiss and your eyes were wide, glistening in the dim light.

You reached forward and steadily untied his robe. He shrugged off the extra layer at your silent request.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Zemo’s searched your eyes for any hesitation or uncertainty but failed to find any.

You nodded your head ever so slightly.

“Words, kochanie.” Zemo ordered.

“Yes.”

“Good girl.” Zemo’s mouth turned up at the corners. You felt your stomach flutter at the praise.

Zemo kissed you again. His large hands held either side of your neck as he guided you deeper into his room.

You took one of the man’s hands and dragged it down your side, ushering it towards the inner of your legs.

“Does my little bird want to be touched?” Zemo’s voice was low as he spoke into the kiss.

You bit down on his lip and urged his hand closer.

Zemo chuckled at your response.

“Use your words.” He instructed you.

You parted from the man when you realised just how close the bed was. You sat down and pushed yourself upwards so that Zemo would have to follow to continue kissing you. He recognised the play.

“I told you to use your words.” Zemo tutted as he remained stood at the bottom of the bed. You felt him wrap his hand around your ankle before tugging you back down to him.

You gasped at the sudden action, staring up at the man with lust blown eyes.

Zemo knelt down at the end of the bed. His hand moved up your ankle and began to push up your pyjama leg up. His lips pressed against your ankle, nipping and licking your skin as he worked his way up your calf.

When he reached your thigh and could go no higher, you helped him by removing your pyjama bottoms. You suddenly felt very exposed in just a tank top and your panties.

“Such a good girl.” Zemo smirked at your hurry to strip for him.

Zemo held your thigh with his hand, he dragged his tongue along the inside of it, biting your skin softly but didn’t venture too close to your core. He could sense just how desperate you were for him as your legs began to slightly shake with want. But he wanted you to beg...

You reached down and buried a hand in his thick, styled hair. He only smirked and glanced up at you through his eyebrows as you tried to bring him closer to you.

Zemo hooked his fingers around your panties and pulled them down, freeing your hot sex to him.

Zemo sent you a dark smile just before he pressed his tongue against you. The smell of you was too much to resist, he had to taste you. You inhaled sharply as he buried himself between your legs. His tongue teased your clit as his forefinger began to circle your entrance.

“So wet for me.” Zemo murmured.

His finger pressed inside of you and you arched your back, desperate for more.

“It’s been a while, mały ptaszku?” Zemo was watching your every reaction as he pumped his finger in and out of you. “For me too.” He confessed.

His tongue found your sensitive bud again and applied more pressure, causing your grip on the man’s hair to turn even tighter. Zemo groaned at your tugging. His eyes lulling back as his boxers became very tight around his member.

You could feel your walls tensing as he entered a second finger inside you. Your stomach twisted with your approaching climax.

“I’m gonna...” You barely managed to breathe out two words out.

“Sing for me, mały ptaszku.” Zemo commanded, his eyes glued to you as he watched you come undone around his fingers.

Zemo retracted his hand as he allowed you a moment to recover. He wiped the slick wetness from his chin as he regained his stance.

You leant forward and took hold of the man’s shirt, tugging him towards you. Zemo teeth scraped against your lips as he kissed you fiercely. You craved for him to be inside of you and he craved the same. Watching you cum for him only made him ache with want and need.

“Zemo...” You used his name for the first time that night, “Please...”

Zemo couldn’t resist your pleads.

He tore his pyjama shirt off and stripped of his bottoms, revealing his thick member.

You reached forward, taking hold of him to feel his impressive size. His tip dripped with precum and the groan that rumbled from his throat at your touch only made you want him more.

Zemo placed his hands under your arms and tossed you higher up on the bed. You exhaled a shaky breath at the dominant action. He climbed on top of you, parting your legs with his knee.

“I feel I need to remind you that it has been a very long time since I have been with a beautiful woman such as yourself so I shall try my best to hold back.” Zemo was honest as he aligned his tip to your entrance.

He slid himself up between your folds spreading your wetness on his head, you felt your convulse at the feeling of his hard cock on your throbbing clit.

Zemo’s jaw clenched tightly as he finally pressed himself into you, his eyes closed as he relished the feeling.

You rocked your hips against his as he filled you completely.

Zemo remained still a moment as he just you fully adjust before he started to move inside of you.

His hand found your throat as he began to pick up his pace.

Your nails dug deep into his skin as he squeezed your neck lightly.

Zemo thrusts became deeper, harder and with every stroke, you felt that sweet spot ache inside you.

Zemo began to murmur in Sokovian under his breath as he fucked you.

You wrapped your legs around him, your body begging him to fuck you harder. Zemo was happy to comply.

He thrusted deep within you. Sweat was building on his forehead and his skin felt like fire against your own.

You clawed at the hand that was wrapped around your neck. Longing for more pressure.

Zemo eyes rolled back for a moment as he felt your walls begin to tighten around him.

“Fuck... (Y/n)...” The sound of your name on his lips sent a wave of electricity through your body.

Zemo released your neck to grab hold of the headboard behind you. His knuckles turning white as he fucked you faster.

One of your hands wrapped around the back of his neck, clinging onto him tightly and Zemo took the chance to sink his teeth into your forearm. You winced at the delicious pain and bit down on your lip to stop yourself from cursing.

As your second climax suddenly engulfed you, your legs tensed around the baron. The feeling of you pulsing around him was enough to bring forward his own finish. He cursed in his native tongue as he filled you with his seed.

Zemo dropped his hand from the headboard as he tried to support his weight above you.

His hot breath danced across your face as he panted above you.

Zemo removed himself from you and fell beside you.

You brought your arm up and ran your fingers over the indented teeth marks in your skin.

“You could’ve done that somewhere less visible.” You scolded the man.

Zemo weakly smiled at you as he tried to recover.

“I apologise.” He said through his heavy breathes.

You reached over the side of the bed and scooped up the baron’s silk pyjama shirt. You wrapped it around you as Zemo watched you with curiosity.

You slid off the bed and went over to the decanter by the couch in Zemo's room. You poured yourself a glass of scotch and a glass for Zemo before returning to his side.

“This never happened.” You held out the glass to the man. He took it carefully before clinking the glass against your own.

“What the soldiers don’t know won’t hurt them.” Zemo was referring to Sam and Bucky. “Doesn’t mean it can’t happen again, no?”

“What they don’t know won’t hurt them.” You straddled the man, downing your drink.

Zemo placed his hands on your thighs, rubbing small circles with his thumbs.

“What does mały ptaszku mean?” You suddenly recalled the name Zemo had kept calling you now that your mind wasn’t clouded from lust.

“Little bird.” Zemo smirked.

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his to claim | bucky barnes

[Warnings] dark!alpha!bucky barnes x omega!reader, a/b/o dynamics, werewolf au, fury!reader, monica is a fury too, sam wilson x monica, virgin!innocent!reader, hint of ddlg dynamic, noncon sex, noncon marking, soulmates au, oral sex (female recieving), kidnapping

A/N: enjoy this long (long for me at least) one-shot!

In which you befriend a lonely Alpha.

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Sam knew Bucky was in one of his moods. One of his moods where he’d disappear for five days, not give a clue to where he was going, and return covered in blood. Although Bucky’s closest friend and Beta to his pack, Sam, was getting married this week, Bucky was stuck in his ways. Bucky knew that a wedding meant that another pack would be invading his land, filling the pack house with strangers, and two packs meant there would be two Alphas. Although he respected Alpha Fury, Bucky wasn’t the type to get along nicely with others, especially other Alphas.

It was one in the morning when the white wolf passed through the tree line, the packhouse coming into view. The three-story cabin fit many of the high-ranking families and was the center of most pack activities. Meetings, gatherings, and celebrations for the Winter’s Shield pack were all held here.

Bucky shifted, each one of his bones cracking roughly back into place as if they’d forgotten they were half-human. As he expected, there was a pair of shorts waiting for him on the porch. Nat always hated when he’d show up naked in the middle of the night. This is my house, he’d say. Save it for your mate, she’d say back. Bucky would always scoff at that. Not many Alphas make it to their thirties without a mate and Bucky was quite willing to keep his single streak going.

The house was heated, comforting him after losing the warmth of his coat. Still, he was covered in elk blood and could use a shower along with a twelve-hour nap. He walked towards the winding stairs, only to hear rumbling in the kitchen, and deciding to investigate. He was the only night owl around here, or at least that’s what he thought.

He could already smell that there were foreigners around and prayed this week would go by fast. Flicking on the kitchen light, he found you sitting on the island counter. You looked up from your carton of chocolate ice cream with wide eyes. He expected you to freak out at the sight of him but it seemed you were more embarrassed on your behalf rather than frightened.

“Sorry … I was just gonna have one bowl and then that turned into two. And then …” You emphasized the spoon that was sitting in the mostly eaten carton. Omega, his wolf said. There was a strange omega sitting on his kitchen counter in oversized pajamas and hair rollers. His eyes fell to something sitting behind her which she instantly pushed further behind her back in panic, “There’s a little left if you want some.”

“Who are you?” Bucky asked, a little more harshly than he intended.

“Y/N,” You answered, a bit flustered, “I’m Monica’s sister … also her maid of honor. I know there isn’t usually a maid of honor in our wedding ceremonies but there’s always a maid of honor in the movies. I’m gonna throw her such a cool bachelorette party, Natasha said we could have it in the living room-”

Bucky felt suffocated by your excitement. Feeling overwhelmed by the bright lights and whatever his wolf was feeling for you, he said, “Stop,” He raised a hand, confused by your comfortableness with the situation. You talked to him, an Alpha, so casually and you didn’t seem at all frightened by his bloody appearance, “Do you know who I am?”’

“Alpha Barnes,” You hopped down from the counter, making sure to keep whatever you were hiding behind your back, “Sam said you’d be back at some point. They made a bet on whether or not you’d get back before or after my dad left. Everyone said you’d skip the wedding.”

Alpha Fury’s second daughter. An Omega. An annoying, little, ice-cream stealing Omega.

“Well here I am,” Bucky stepped closer to you and was surprised when you didn’t even blink at that. An omega raised by an Alpha, you were something Bucky had never encountered, “Why are you raiding my kitchen so late at night, Omega.”

There was a flash of sadness in your eyes, “I had a nightmare … ice cream always makes me feel better. You ever get nightmares, Alpha Barnes?” Bucky’s brows furrowed.

“No,” Bucky spoke coldy, confused about what was pulling him closer to you.

“Nuh-uh, no way,” Bucky thought you were challenging him but there was an innocent smile on your face, “My Dad said you’ve fought in lots of battles, challenged a lot of other Alphas, you must see a lot of terrible stuff. You never even get a little bit scared?”

Bucky ignored your pressing question, the look on his face frustrated, “What’s behind your back?”

“Uhm … what’s behind yours?” You tried distracting him but Bucky knew there was nothing behind him.

“Show me,” He commanded, knowing that Omega inside of you wouldn’t want to disobey him.

You huffed.

Stupid alphas, Bucky heard your voice but your lips didn’t move.

You pulled an old, stuffed bear from behind your back, “It’s Mr. Cuddlebear …. he also helps with the nightmares,” In his eyes, you were definitely too old to have a stuffed animal but his wolf found it endearing. He hated that, “You never got scared even when you were a little? No monsters under the bed? Boogeyman in the closet?”

“It’s late,” Bucky changed the subject, “I’m sure we have a long week ahead of us. I’d take … that-”

“Mr. Cuddlebear,” You interrupted, reminding him of your teddy bear’s name.

“Go to bed, little wolf.”

Stupid Alpha voice.

You rolled your eyes as your feet began to move before your brain began to register, “Goodnight, Alpha Barnes,” You left the kitchen, carrying the teddy bear with you, “Sleep tight, don’t let the vampires bite.” He heard your little giggle as you climbed up the stairs.

Bucky placed his hands on the counter, staring at the ice cream. Did he ever have nightmares? No one had ever asked him that before.

Bucky cleaned up nice, you thought as you looked at him across the room. No one expected him to even come, let alone put on a nice suit jacket. The rehearsal dinner was loud with both Winter’s Shield and the Daystar pack mingling together for the first time. Sam seemed to be having the time of his life, your father was being much lighter than usual, and Monica was …. well, Monica.

You were talking with a bunch of people, giving out the sugar cookies you’d made when you made eye contact with him. He drank from his glass of wine and you noticed he was standing with Sam and Monica. She was in the prettiest yellow dress and you could tell Sam was happy to find a mate so beautiful.

You’d looked away, focusing on meeting everyone when Monica started to walk towards you.

“Stay away from him, please,” She stepped in front of you.

“Stay away from who?”

“Alpha Barnes,” She spoke lowly.

“He’ll be your Alpha soon, you know.”

“You don’t think I know that?”

“I already met him, Monica,” You smiled, “He was nice to me in like a weird, cold way.”

She shook her head, your words seeming to worry her more, “That’s what I’m worried about,” She grabbed your hand, leading you away to one of the tables in the corner. You had a plate of sugar cookies in your hands, some you’d made especially for the party to give out, “You have a tendency to make people like you but you don’t want him to like you, trust me. All that stuff Daddy taught us still stands, it doesn’t matter that we know him now. So just sit here, and do nothing, please.”

“But what about my cookies? I have to give them out!” You whined as she fenced you in, forcing you to sit down.

“I’ll do it,” She smiled, taking the plate from your hands, “You’ve socialized enough I think so just … relax.”

“But-” She was already walking away. You loved your sister, she was your best friend, but she was still a Beta. She had no idea what it was like to be you, surrounded by jerks who thought they were better than you. Maybe that’s why you liked talking with people so much, to prove that maybe you were more fragile than them but you weren’t invisible. Right now, you felt invisible.

You could only watch everyone have fun without you for so long and you got out of the seat about ten minutes later. You left the large white tent, where it was much cooler, and you didn’t mind being alone as much.

You told yourself to cheer up, trying not to frown. A week from now, you’ll be home, you’ll be on house arrest again but without Monica. You were going to savor this small vacation no matter the obstacles.

Bucky found you outside sitting in the grass as you stared up at the moon. He got that feeling again, his wolf wanting to be closer to yours, and wished he felt differently. You looked back at him as you felt him approaching, and you heard Monica’s voice in your head telling you to stay away.

“Did you try my cookies?” Your lips pulled into a smile that, like everything about you, confused him.

“I didn’t … I watched Sam eat six of them though,” The tall Alpha responded, sticking his hands into his pants pocket.

“Watching your perfect, Alpha-physique?”

Bucky actually felt the need to smile though he kept himself controlled, “Something of that nature, yes.”

“Awe, a few cookies won’t hurt,” You stood up from the ground, dusting off your dress. Bucky noticed your mary jane’s and the little butterfly clips in your curls, “Let me guess, you only prey on innocent animals.”

The Alpha smirked, “I’ll make sure to try your cookies next time, little wolf.”

“Sadly, there won’t be a next time,” You stepped past him and he followed after you, as you walked towards the tree line, “My father will probably find me a mate that lives across the country so he doesn’t have to deal with me.”

“Ah, that’s right,” Both Monica and Fury wanted to make it clear to him that you were practically claimed. You didn’t know yet but Peter Parker of the Stark pack was waiting for you. Fury was planning a quick, summer wedding, “I can’t imagine the poor fool who will have to deal with your kitchen raids and Mr. Cuddlebear.”

You grinned, “You remembered his name?” Bucky remembered and he’d been watching you ever since that late night, “I thought you might laugh at me, Monica does.”

Bucky was quiet for a long moment and, as you looked at him, it seemed that his mind was racing with thoughts, “I’ve had nightmares before,” He stated and you waited for him to elaborate.

“What happened in them?” You prodded softly.

Another long pause, “When was the last time you shifted?”

You figured that’s all you were going to get out of him. You thought for a moment, “I can’t even remember. Not since the winter solstice at least.”

“Let’s go on a run,” Bucky said, not waiting for you to agree. He picked up his pace, walking past the tree line and expecting you to follow. You hurried after him, your heart suddenly beginning to pound in your chest.

“Alpha Bucky, Monica will kill me. Literally. She threw a hairdryer at me once,” You said, sounding panicked, though you got deeper and deeper into the woods, “And what about my dress?”

He turned around suddenly and you almost ran into his broad chest, “Take it off,” He ordered. Your hand instinctively reached up to the strap and you panicked, “Go behind a tree, I mean.”

“But Monica-”

“You’re an adult, right?”

You shrugged, “I try to be-”

“Then you can decide. Besides that, I’ll be Monica’s Alpha soon enough.”

You imagined her throwing a fit but you still conceded, walking to find a tree to hide behind, “It might take me a second, I think I’m a shy shifter.”

“Take your time, little wolf,” His words were more comforting than you expected.

You stripped from your clothes behind the tree, trying not to imagine what Monica would think of you. An unmated female getting naked in the forest with an unmated male in the middle of the forest? There were all types of moral codes you had to be breaking.

Standing in the cold, you shut your eyes tightly. Monica taught you the counting method when you were younger. You tried to tune out the rest of your thoughts, focusing on the nature around you, as you counted down from ten over and over again. It was instinct after that, the Moon Goddess taking over and unleashing your inner wolf. You didn’t feel the pain as your bones molded into their new positions and you became the second version of yourself.

When you stepped from behind the tree, the white wolf was towering over your small, grey figure.

His head tilted down towards you and you could already tell his wolf wanted to be more friendly with you than his human self. He smelled you, biting at your neck but you were even more playful in wolf form. You walked between his legs, confusing him, until you ran in the opposite direction. He chased after you and you didn’t expect to outrun him but you planned to give him a run for his money.

He couldn’t sleep with you so close by. He tried going on another run to clear his head but his mind was full with you. He’d lived a long life yet this feeling in his soul was brand new. Never had Bucky desired anyone to be anything but a casual fling. His wolf wanted more than to just conquer you which was territory Bucky found hard to navigate. What would it say for his legacy if he took an Omega as his mate? How empty would he feel if he let you go tomorrow? What relationships would he throw away in order to claim you as his?

Covered in sweat, he pulled the sheets from his body, sitting up in his bed.

Nightmare, his wolf echoed in his mind. Bucky rubbed his temples. That wasn’t a nightmare to him, he was just an overthinking mess. He was going to ignore that feeling until he sensed something was truly wrong.

She dreams of pain and suffering.

Go to her.

Bucky stood up from his bed, filing out of his room, and down the long hallways of the packhouse. He pressed his ear to your door, his hand lightly touching the doorknob. He heard soft whimpers from the inside and, for a moment, he resisted you. He would turn around and try to go back to sleep. Instead, his wolf took control.

Bucky opened the door, your whimpering continuing and you stirred although it wasn’t because of him. He closed the door gently, moving towards your bed, crossing a boundary that he was sure would be frowned upon. Your cheeks were stained with tears and you seemed to be grabbing Mr. Cuddlebear for dear life.

He sat carefully at the edge of the bed, reaching out to touch you, “Y/N,” He whispered, trying to suppress the anger that he felt over the pain you were in.

“No, no,” You whispered over and over again.

“Little wolf,” He whispered again, his hand on your arm. The Alpha’s touch startled you out of your sleep and your eyes were wide with fear as you came back to consciousness. You weren’t sure why he was in your room or why your nightmares were getting so bad, “It’s just a bad dream-”

You sat up from your position and wrapped your arms around the Alpha. He seemed to freeze at your touch but you hugged him tighter for comfort. He wrapped his arms around you, his hand tentatively rubbing at your back and you heavily breathed against his chest.

“I’m sorry, I just … you were crying.”

“I-I woke you up?”

“No,” Bucky lied, “I was just walking by and I heard you.”

“Alpha Bucky?”

“Yes?”

“Everything’s going to change tomorrow. My wolf, she senses something bad coming, and she’s scared.”

Bucky stiffened again, his wolf beginning to worry. “Something bad? What do you mean?”

“I don’t know but the dreams are getting worse.”

“What do you see in your dreams?”

“I’m … I’m walking in his field, there’s so much sunshine and flowers a-and I’m walking towards the sun. I’m walking and walking and I’m happy and then I just start to sink into the ground. And I’m drowning and it feels like someone is holding me, pulling down further and further. I can’t breathe and there’s just this darkness a-and I-I-”

“Hey, hey,” He shushed you, sensing you were about to hyperventilate, “It’s okay. Nothing is going to take you away. No one, do you understand?”

He felt you nodding and he grabbed you tighter, deciding he was going to hold you for as long as you needed him to.

“I didn’t tell you because of this reason-”

The pen in Bucky’s hand snapped in half and his fists balled up tightly, “Sam, today is your wedding, I understand that but this is my territory. I decide who comes in and out of it. That’s final.”

“They’re already here-”

“Then send them away. Fury is trying to push me and this is the final straw.”

“He’s already married the first daughter off, he’s just trying to do the same with Y/N. And he knows that this is a chance for three alphas to sit down and discuss what we’re going to do about the rogue situation.”

Feeling that he was drawing blood from clenching his fist so hard, he moved them under his desk. “I can handle problems that concern my own pack. Tony is even more arrogant than Fury, we’ll never agree.”

“You have to at least try, Alpha,” Sam sighed, “You haven’t found one woman you’d consider having little Buckys with. Maybe Stark will bring someone that will pique your interest?”

Bucky ignored him, “When Stark arrives-” Sam let out a triumphant cheer, “-Bring him and Fury to my office. I won’t need you here, I’m sure you’ll have much to prepare for this evening.”

“You won't regret this.”

Bucky followed Peter’s line of sight. There you were, standing in a beautiful periwinkle dress, waiting for your sister to walk down the aisle and join an anxious Sam. The birds were singing, a violin was being played, and everyone was collectively ready to celebrate the joyous moment. Everyone except Bucky.

Of course, Peter wanted to look at you, a beautiful creature, an unmated female, he'd be lucky to call you his mate. He was young like you, he'd be able to get all your references, keep up with your energetic ramblings, you'd get to go far away from your father and you'd be so happy. You'd forget all about Monica. You’d forget all about the week you spend in Winter’s Shield.

The wedding went off without a hitch and Bucky watched you have the time of your life. Peter targeted you, of course, that was the entire reason was her, to woo you and it was working. You were dancing together, laughing when Peter made a silly misstep.

Bucky shooed away every Stark girl who tried to approach him, even denying a Beta, until he was standing alone in the corner.

The festivities calmed down late into the night, you had to say goodbye to Peter, Monica was whisked away to a “private cabin” and everyone else returned to their rooms. Your father reminded you to pack your things as you’d be leaving early in the morning.

Looking at Mr. Cuddlebear sitting on your bed, you were reminded of the events of last night. You didn’t expect so much kindness from the cold Alpha but, as Monica warned you, he seemed to like you. You still thought she was being dramatic with her warning and that she would grow to like her new Alpha.

You never did really get to thank him and he also never tried your cookies. You had an amazing idea and late-night baking always led to amazing things.

Bucky was pacing the length of his room when there was a knock at his door. His wolf knew instantly that it was with you like the Moon Goddess had answered his prayers. He was fighting every natural urge in his body and he planned to hide away until everyone was gone tomorrow. Now, he had no idea what he was going to do.

When Bucky opened the door, you were standing with a plate of cookies and a glass of milk, and a kind smile on your face, “A thank you for last night,” You offered, “I figured you’d like a plain chocolate chip cookie. I’m not sure though-”

“Come in,” Bucky said quickly, closing the door behind you. You noted that he was still wearing his dress pants though he was only wearing a sleeveless undershirt at his top. Though you’d seen him shirtless before, this time felt more intimate.

“Try one,” You insisted, “Please.”

Bucky was hesitant, his diet not usually including such human pleasures, but he was quite surprised with the first bite. You seemed nervous, expecting a good reaction which Bucky found adorable, “They’re good,” Bucky nodded, “I mean, they’re great. Here, come sit down.”

As you took a seat on the edge of the giant bed, Bucky grabbed the glass and plate from your hands, moving to set it on the nightstand, “Your room is … big.”

You grew a bit nervous as the bed dipped beside you and Bucky took a seat. You always felt his strong energy, even last night, but now it was a bit overpowering. You blamed it on the approaching full moon and tried to ignore it, “You don’t like it?”

“No, no, I like it. It’s … simple,” Bucky tried his best to register your mood. Were you nervous? That was the last feeling he expected to feel from you. You were always rambling or talking about something you were annoyingly passionate about.

“What’s wrong?” Bucky asked, his head turned to you.

You didn’t answer him, “What do you know about the Stark pack?”

Bucky’s hands folded together and his jaw clenched as reality set in, “I sense you know of your father’s plans.”

“I had a suspicion,” You sighed.

“And … you’re unhappy with his decision?”

You were quiet for a moment, “What if it isn’t a good idea?”

“I’m sure … I’m sure your father wouldn’t lead you astray. The man infuriates me but he’s usually quite wise …”

“You’re right …” You said, staring back at the Alpha who seemed to be experiencing a whirlwind of emotions behind his eyes, “My nightmares, they just make me nervous for the future-”

“You could stay,” Bucky stated quickly, sure of himself. His hand touched your thigh and your eyes began to widen, “With me, I mean. And, of course, Monica would be here too.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, “You don’t mean … I’m an Omega, Alpha Bucky.”

A thin smile pulled at his lips, “I’ve noticed that, yes. Believe me, my offer does not come from a place of ignorance. I’ve been thinking about this, I promise, and it could be good for both of us. You could stay near your sister and I could …”

It took everything in you to push away from that bed, “My Dad would be livid. Beyond livid, actually. And Peter. The treaty. It would throw everything off balance, Alpha Bucky.” He stood, his shadow draping over you as you took a hesitant step back.

“Who needs balance if there is a connection here. My wolf feels yours, they’re drawn to each other, I know you can sense that.”

“Bucky-”

“Listen, little wolf, please,” He insisted, stepping closer, “I’ve never been sure before, not in my entire life. This, I am sure about.”

You shook your head, “Well, I am not,” Bucky’s eyes seemed to darken, “I like you and there’s a connection, yes, but as my father’s daughter, I have responsibilities. I respect him too much to go behind his back. You have to understand that.”

“You came here tonight. That night in the forest. You didn’t know it but you called me to your room last night. What am I supposed to make of your advances-”

“Advances? I thought you were a friend-”

“Stop,” He commanded, leaving your body frigid from the power of his voice, “Don’t move.”

He took your face into his hands and you whimpered, “Bucky, I gave you the wrong impression.”

“No, you may not know it yet but this is what your wolf wants. We’re animals, underneath it all, and there’s only so much we can control our own desires,” You pushed against his chest when he smashed his lips on yours. You bit down on your bottom lip, wishing your feet would push you further away from him. When he pulled away, he was grinning, blood on his lips, “Biting, huh? I’m happy to play along with your game.”

You opened your mouth but he was too quick, “Don’t scream, little wolf. The screaming is the next part.”

His hands move to your waist, pulling you into his muscular body. He kissed you again, kissing the sides of your mouth and chin. Your hands pulled into small fists as he held you, his touch sending foreign feelings through your body. You felt an overwhelming warmth, more than his body heat, but the warmth of the bond his own wolf felt for yours. His mouth met with your neck and that's when your lips parted and moans escaped your lips.

“Please,” Was all you could manage. “Please stop.”

Your mouth was saying one thing but it was clear to him that you enjoyed his touch, “Don’t think of me like the bad guy, Omega. When I’m your Alpha, I won’t be like Fury. I’ll let you be who you are, you won’t be just an object to pawn off for power. You’ll be my Omega but you’ll stand beside me, not behind. You’ll be happy with me. I can take the nightmares aways, remember?”

“No, no,” You resisted, knowing deep down that he was that darkness in your dream. You were right to be scared but you hadn’t suspected that you should be scared of me, “M-My father will challenge you a-and you’ll lose any respect you once had.”

He grabbed you roughly by your chin, his forehead pressed against yours as he held your body, “I’ve never cared much for puritanical pack society … why should I care now, Omega?”

You sniffled, “Because you care about me?”

“You’re young, little wolf. I don’t expect you to fully understand but it's because I care that I have to do this. It will only hurt for a little while, okay?” He wasn’t asking for permission and as he pulled his face from yours, his eyes went black, and you were already screaming as his sharp canines protruded from his mouth.

He pulled your head to the side, sinking his teeth into your shoulder. As you collapsed, he kept you in his arms, and you both went down to your knees. It was an indescribable pain, paralyzing, until it wasn’t. Your vision blurred as it felt like the strongest drug rushed through your body. It was not the way you imagined you’d be marked, you surely weren’t in love, and the man who’d claimed you was unhinged.

As you slipped into the darkness, you heard someone screaming your name. You felt a little hope that you’d be saved but you couldn’t hold on longer.

You grabbed your shoulder instantly as your eyes shot open, roughly pulling yourself from slumber. You winced, your hand running over the bandaged skin, as you realized the magnitude of the situation. Taking a moment to look around your surroundings, you found that you were somewhere that you didn’t recognize.

It was a small, one-room cabin, the living room, kitchen and the bed you were on were all in the same room. A tear slipped down your face as you threw your legs over the side of the bed. Your legs were bare, your bridesmaid dress gone, and a large t-shirt was the only thing that you were wearing. He’d undressed you all the way and had no problem with it, probably due to the fact that he’d bonded you together for life.

He’d even made sure to bring Mr. Cuddlebear along though you weren’t sure anything could calm you now.

As you were about to push yourself off the bed, the cabin door opened, and a shirtless, freshly-shifted Bucky appeared. He took one look at you and his jaw clenched.

“W-Where are we?”

“Couple miles off of my territory,” He stated, shutting the door and walking to the kitchen. As he turned his back, you got up from the bed, moving cautiously towards the fireplace which was closer to the door, “So no one can bother us.”

“My Father, where is he? How did you … without him knowing …”

He reached into the cabinet, grabbing a glass to fill with tap water. You were eyeing the door, wondering if he was just pretending to be distracted by his task, “Oh, he knew,” Bucky chuckled, “He was livid, like you said, but he couldn’t do anything. He can’t touch you anymore now that you’re bitten. No one can.”

Your face fell, “But-” Bucky turned around and it hit you. The bite reshaped your chemistry and now any Alpha wouldn’t be able to get near you until you were fully mated. Alpha Fury wasn’t coming for you.

But Monica-

“Monica isn’t coming either, little wolf. Remember, I’m her Alpha now too,” Bucky moved forward, the glass in hand, “You should drink, you lost a good amount of blood.”

You stepped to the side, moving away as he approached, “You knew you’d only hurt me, even when I thought you were my friend.”

His lips pressed into a thin line as he moved closer, “I know that’s how you feel now-” You climbed onto the couch and over it as he moved closer, “Y/N, come here. Now.” You eyed the door, now closer to it than he was.

“You’re a monster.”

“Little mate, if you continue to not listen to me, I’m going to come over there, throw you over my shoulder, and tie you down to that bed for the next few days because that's just the type of mood I’m in right now.”

“I’ll never. Be. Your mate-”

The sound of breaking glass made you jump and you watched the cup crumble in his grasp. Almost falling, you made a sprint for the door. As soon as you’d gotten it open, a hand was above you, slamming it closed. He grabbed you by the waist, pulling you back towards the bed.

He pushed you down onto it, making sure not to put any pressure on your bite, before climbing on top of you. He pinned down your kicking legs, saying, “You’ll hurt yourself, little mate,” He tried to console you, shushing you as you began to whimper, “Please don’t fight it anymore…” But you panicked even more as he lifted your shirt.

He gripped your thighs tightly, pulling your exposed sex to his mouth. One hand you could barely move because of the bite, the other gripped the comforter tightly, as he kissed between your thighs. Of course you’d never been touched so Bucky would be as gentle as he could manage. He also knew that your new bite would heighten every feeling he gave you and it wasn’t long before you’d be a mewling mess.

You thought that maybe you’d gone into heat, that’s why his touch felt so good, but you were very wrong. You could only imagine what it would feel like when your body craved to be pregnant. He cooled your fire, and within thirty seconds you were already having your first orgasm. He kept his mouth on you as you rode out the pleasure, not letting you take any breaks as he began to kiss up your body, moving the shirt further and further up your body.

He kissed over your mark which sent waves of pleasure through you, making him growl, “You’re mine, little mate,” Then he kissed your lips as you moaned against them. As he positioned himself between your legs, you knew what was coming.

“Bucky, please. I-I’m scared.”

“It’ll hurt just for a little while,” He assured you, reaching above you to grab Mr. Cuddlebear, “Hold on to your bear, little wolf.”

You held the stuffed bear tightly against your chest as he positioned himself at your entrance. You could feel how big he was even as you tried to avoid eye contact with him. Looking away didn’t last long as he grabbed your chin, making sure he could see your face as he slid each inch inside of you. He stretched you open, taking the air from your lungs, as you tried to adjust to the feeling.

“That’s it, I’ve got you,” He grunted, leaning down to kiss your chin. He’d slowly pull in and out of you, letting you get used to him. He kissed over your mark again, easing the pain, and turning your whimpers into moans, “Good girl, my good girl.”

“Please,” You started to wish for him to push you over the edge, to give you another orgasm, not for him to let you go. He kissed you, using his hand to rub your sensitive bulb as he pushed in and out of you, “Please, please - ah!”

Your back arched and your senses were delighted as an orgasm ripped through you. He didn’t slow, speeding up his pace, as he went back to kissing over your bite. He reached below you, pulling you further down onto his member. He was animalistic, every natural instinct in his body telling him to pleasure you until you couldn’t walk anymore and to round your belly.

You came again, this time at the same time as him, your bodies melting together as he released within you. As he laid against you, catching his breath, you could see the setting sun shining through the window. He wasn’t anything like you feared and maybe that's why you trusted him so easily.

“You’ll be happy with me one day, I promise,” He kissed your wet cheeks.

Part of you hoped you could trust him again because, after all, that mark was forever.

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allyouneedisbuck · 3 years

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i don’t wanna do this (i don’t wanna lose this)

eighteen plus blog minors dni

summary -> it’s all fake, every piece of it scripted and perfected for the camera, even the upcoming break-up you pretend doesn’t break your heart.

words -> 2.5k

warnings -> fake relationship, use of name (bucky calls the reader by her character’s name, lucia, once) nickname uses (baby, sweetheart) co-workers/friends to lovers, no smut, not beta’d

notes -> this is for the lovely maera’s ( @ambrosiase ) hotel indigo writing challenge i absolutely love this idea mae and am so appreciative that you created this challenge, it really pushed me out of my comfort zone and i got to explore an entirely new au.

room & service -> business meets pleasure with celebrity bucky barnes -> bucky and reader are co-stars in a fake relationship in a hotel for their final comic-con together.

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Bucky has been doing interviews with Sam all day today.

You’ve been working together for six seasons and have both been to too many comic-cons to count. Every single one of them you and Bucky had been paired up to do interviews and photo-ops together.

A scripted piece of a scripted relationship. Agreed upon when your characters romance began to pick up popularity and designed to look perfect until the end.

Tomorrow an article with be released ‘leaking’ the details of your perfect break-up too. A source close to the both of you will comment that wrapping of the show and being forced to go long distance just wasn’t working for you two. The writer will supply photos of today, the two of you avoiding sitting near one another and not speaking. They’ll write that their source confirmed this convention is actually the first time you’ve seen each other in months.

Even more articles have already been planted periodically questioning whether the two of you were still together, generating buzz around the show and what happens between your characters. It’s a brilliant job, honestly.

Except, you and Bucky had been in a fake relationship for so long, it had begun to feel real. This distance between you two felt purposeful in a way that hurt you more than it ever should have.

Your assistant is supposed to go through your instagram soon and begin archiving posts and pieces of your fake life with Bucky. He’s been glaringly absent from your social media recently and it makes your heart ache at the idea of him being nonexistent.

Your fans have noticed too. You read comment after comment all asking the same thing; What happened to you and Bucky?

“Oh, Lucia! My dear, Lucia.” You bite down a grin at the sound of Bucky’s voice through your door. His words were filtered by the wall between you and a little slurred from the drinks he had no doubt consumed at the hotel bar. “Open the door, please.”

You lock your phone and lay it on the bed beside you. “I’m busy, Bucky! Go bother Sam.” You call back despite already walking towards the door.

��Bother Sam? On our last night together?” You can see Bucky smile teasingly though the peephole. Despite his joking tone the words hurt. “Four years together and this is how things end? Through a hotel room door?”

His fist comes up to bang against the door and a hand comes up to his heart. He’s putting on a show for you, fully away of your eye watching carefully through the peephole. “How much have you had to drink, Bucky Barnes?” You ask as the door remains closed.

Bucky holds his fingers up in a pinch too small to be true. “Not much.” When his hand falls back to his side he smiles up at the peephole. “Let me in, sweetheart. I’ve missed you.”

You melt, becoming putty in his hand as you quickly move to unlatch the door. “I’ve missed you too.” You admit to him, face to face, as you lean against the door jam.

A smirk replaces Bucky’s sweet smile as his hands reach out to grip your hips. “This break-up is tough on me, baby.” He pushes you into the room, kicking the door shut behind him. “One more night. One last time. You and me.”

“Shut up!” You force his hands off of you and turn towards the mini bar in your room. “You’re such a dweeb. I’m glad we’re breaking up.” You pull out the miniature bottle of wine and twist the top off.

Bucky’s hand slams across his chest as he falls against the wall in dramatic fashion. “You’re… Glad? My frail heart can’t take it,” he falls to his knees, “Please. Tell my mother, I loved her.”

You watch, unamused, as Bucky falls to the floor in front of you. “You’re obnoxious.” A beaming smile breaks out onto Bucky’s face that makes you grin.

“I was serious, about missing you.” Bucky moves to sit up with his back against the edge of your bed. You move to sit beside him on the floor. “These junkets and photos just aren’t the same without you by my side, cracking jokes in my ear.”

You rest your head against his shoulder. “Me too. I love Wanda, but it’s just not the same.” You admit quietly.

There’s so much that you want to say to him. What if this wasn’t fake? What if we didn’t go through with the break-up plan? “Did they send you our social media plan?” Bucky asks quietly.

“Yeah,” You swallow thickly, “I have my assistant going through my account for me soon. We’re supposed to start untagging and deleting photos of each other this week.”

Bucky snorts. “How fucking sweet. Four years together and they have us untag each other to confirm a break up.” His fingers tap against his thigh as the two of you sit on the carpeted floor together.

“Has it really been four years?” You ask quietly. It’s more of a question to yourself, but Bucky answers it with a nod anyways.

“My longest relationship ever and it was fake.” Bucky’s awkward laugh makes the air tense as he stares down at his hands. “I’ve wasted so much of my life. So many chances gone.”

You know the words aren’t said with ill intent, but that doesn’t stop the crack from forming in your heart. You can’t fathom the idea of all your time together, fake or not, being a waste.

Your eyes cut away from him in embarrassment. “Was it really all a waste?” You ask quietly. The words are unintentional, but that doesn’t change the fact that they’re out in the air.

“What?” You can feel his eyes settle on you in an attempt to read your face or body language, but a career in acting comes in handy. Your back is ramrod straight and your face turned away perfectly to hide the emotions in your eyes. “It was fake when we could have had something real with people we actually cared about.”

It’s a knife to your broken heart. “People we actually care about?”

“You know, like, other girls and guys who we wanted to pursue but couldn’t because of the contract.” Bucky reaches out to wrap a hand around yours, but you pull away. “I don’t understand what’s wrong here.”

You shake your head, the regret of your words settling over you. “Nothing. I’m just… It’s been a long day.” You use the edge of the bed to help you stand while Bucky remains on the floor, watching you in confusion. “I’m tired, you should go.”

“Woah. What’s this one-eighty?” Bucky stands too and follows you as you move around to gather your toothbrush and skincare. “Two seconds ago we were joking about a fake break-up and now you’re all quiet and weird? You expect me to just leave?”

“Please.” You plead. The last thing you want to do is dump all your feelings out to Bucky, on the last day you two were officially contracted to each other, and make him feel guilty for feeling free. “I just need to be alone, Buck.”

You move to push past him towards your bathroom, but Bucky’s hand wraps around your wrist. “Come on, sweetheart. Don’t do this closing yourself off thing.”

“I’m not.” You say stubbornly. “I’m tired.” You try again to move past him, but his grip only tightens as he forces you to actually face him. “Buck-“

“You can tell me, you know?” He says quietly as his grip slackens. Your eyes meet his, pools of blue staring back at you with something akin to hurt. “You can trust me. We’re best friends, right? You’re my-“

“You don’t have to lie to me, Bucky. Pretend to care. You can go back to the bar and…” You pull your hand from him and cross your arms over your chest. “And tomorrow we can start being with people we actually care about.”

Bucky’s eyes squeeze shut as his own words are repeated back and left out in the open between you two. “That’s not what I…”

“What did you mean then?” You cut him off. You want to sound angry, but your tone is sad and tired. “Enlighten me, please.”

“I just meant… I meant we could date who we wanted to date, I didn’t mean for it to sound so awful.” He answers quietly. “I care about you a lot. We’ve been friends for over half a decade, of course I care about you.”

You swallow thickly. “What if I don’t want to date anyone else?” You force yourself to ask. If not now, then when? Ten years from now at a reunion of your show? You couldn’t live with this what if.

“What?” Bucky’s hand falls from your wrist as he takes a step back like your words have burned him.

You push through the thundering of your heart and ringing in your ears to ask, “haven’t you ever thought about it? I mean, four years of just us, all those dates and premieres, was it really all just work for you?”

“I don’t know… I mean…” Bucky rubs a hand over his jaw as you stare at him expectantly. “Have you?”

“I asked the question I think that would imply…” You trail off as his answer weighs down on your mind. It feels like a no. No. No. No. It’s on repeat in your mind as you move to sit down on your bed. “After a while the dates and photos and sappy posts didn’t feel all that forced anymore.” You admit quietly.

Bucky paces silently in front of you. You’re unsure of what’s going through his mind as he does it and it’s all you can do to not tap anxiously as you watch.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” He finally asks when he finally pauses in front of you. You look up at him unsure of what to say. “I mean… When did you start…” He trails off like he doesn’t want the answer.

You look down at your hands in your lap. Despite your worries in telling Bucky you guess you had never truly thought of this conversation ending up this way. All these questions felt like Bucky preparing for a gentle rejection.

“I don’t know. After our second anniversary?” You keep your answer to him vague despite you being fully aware of when you started seeing Bucky differently. “That post you wrote for me that day. All the ones after. All of those words were fake?”

Your mind drifts to his words that day. The sweet and short caption had made butterflies erupt as you scrolled through the photos he had posted with it. Despite you both being required to post something, the photos he had chosen had been entirely genuine.

Pictures the two of you had taken together on set, selfies during your fake dates, and even a sweet set of photo booth pictures from your first premiere together.

You had stared at the post far too long as emotions rushed through you. Your heart raced at the idea of Bucky taking his time to pick photos that meant something to the both of you.

“I think that..” You shake your head in an attempt to rid yourself of the painful reminders. “I think you should go.” You stand up suddenly, your hands pushing gently at his chest.

Bucky’s eyes widen as his hands come up grip your arms in an attempt to stop you. “Woah. Let’s talk about this. I’m just trying to figure everything out.”

“Figure it out? What is there to figure out, Bucky?” You cry out, shoving harder. “If you don’t know how you feel then you should figure it out on your own.” You move past him to open the door.

Bucky follows after you hastily. “Sweetheart, wait, please. I just need a moment.” You grip his forearms tightly using Bucky’s own momentum against him as you guide him to the hallway outside your room. “I wasn’t expecting this. We have articles and photos and interviews planned about a break-up tomorrow.”

“I shouldn’t have said anything, Bucky.” The two of you are back where your night began. Opposite sides of the door as you stare, unsure of what to say. “Let’s just pretend this never happened, okay? The article will be published and we’ll confirm it and life will move on.”

The door slams shut in his face without warning, not giving him a chance to say anything else. You stare blankly at the ugly, green shade its painted in silence as you remind yourself; It was all fake. A script you had been given and followed to a tee. One you had gotten too caught up in.

You’re feelings don’t change the ending.

There’s a slow knock on your door. You suck in a breath as you move to open it an apology on the tip of your tongue.

“Bucky.” You’re cut off as his hands come up to rest on your cheeks and he pulls you towards him. Anything you had to say dissipates as his lips meet yours in a bruising kiss.

Your hands come up to grip his t-shirt tightly as you kiss him back your tongue slipping into his mouth while he pulls you flush against his body.

An arm wraps around your waist and Bucky pushes you back into your room, his foot kicking your door closed harshly.

The back of your knees hit the edge of your bed and you finally pull away to look at Bucky, but he speaks before you can say anything.

“Of course I’ve thought about it.” He breathes out. His eyes are wide with nerves and his cheeks flushed red. The sight of it mixed with his kiss makes your heart pound. “I’ve thought about kissing you for real, not in a room filled with crew and cameras. About what it would be like to be on a date where paparazzi hasn’t been tipped off. Baby,” his hands rest on your cheeks again as he forces your eyes to meet his, “I’ve thought about it all. What it would be like to be with you, to really be with you in every way. Sometimes it’s all I think about when we’re together.”

You take pause, your eyes widening and hands freezing in place as you listen to what he’s saying. “Why didn’t you say anything then? Why’d you just pace and ask me all those questions?”

“Because I’m an idiot.” He smiles brightly when you giggle. “Because I couldn’t believe you actually felt the same way. I was in shock.” He presses a gentle kiss to your lips.

You smile up at him softly. “What do we do about the article tomorrow?” You whisper your question.

You feel giddy with excitement as Bucky’s hands land on your hips to hold you in place, flush against him. “We deny it.”

“What about our managers?” Your smile doesn’t fade even as stress over the situation arises. “And…And our separate interviews tomorrow?”

“What are they gonna do? Fire us?” Bucky smiles. “We’ll tell them all about how in love we still are. That the source in the article was a dud and we’ve just been private recently as the show wraps.”

“We will?” You ask quietly. Your heart racing at his words. “You want to say all that?”

Bucky nods his head. “I do.”

You don’t say anything else he leans in for another kiss, you could worry tomorrow.

Bonus -> The Next Day

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yourinstagram the final season of our show premieres this weekend and we’re so excited for you all to see how it ends. the first photo is from tonight and the second from our first season! the past six years has brought me so much joy and i’m so grateful for everything this show has given me. most importantly though, i’m thankful for you, bucky barnes. my adrian to my lucia. my best friend. my lover. thanks for making this show so fun.

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samwilson we made a great show. love you guys.

buckyfan thought y’all were a pr stunt lmao

yourinstagram apparently you’re not supposed to really fall in love for those to work…

buckybarnes i am most grateful for you. you made work worth it every god damn day.

yourfan my favorite couple on and off the screen.

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notes -> this is my first ever time joining a writing challenge, it really pushed me to work through block and focus on this instead of letting is die out like i have with other projects despite liking them so much!

(hoping you guys don’t hate the extra instagram idea, i just felt it fit in!)

hopefully you enjoyed and if you did, reblogs are greatly appreciated!

#the hotel indigo writing challenge #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #james bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x f!reader

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sapphosthoughtsandwritings · 3 years

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if it’s not too much to ask please please please could you write more avengers x teen!reader? I adore the one with fear of the dark and was wondering if you could do something similar? Like either the avengers comforting the reader or just something with lots of hugs and cuddles? Thank you!! <3

Stage Fright - Avengers x anxious!teen!Reader

Summary: When your presentation for class goes terribly wrong, your team mates come to rescue you and take you home.

Warnings: depictions of anxiety, panic attack, a few cuss words

Type: angst, ends with fluff

Word Count: ~2.5k

A/N: MY FIRST REQUEST, very exciting!! I am so so glad you liked my work, and I hope you enjoy this one as well!! <3 I also have quite a few more ideas for teen!Reader fics, so this definitely won't be the last piece like this!

(Y/l/n) = your last name

(f/d) = favorite drink

You’d been dreading this day for weeks now. Clutching the straps of your backpack, you let out a deep sigh, walking up to the doors of your school. You didn’t like school to begin with, but the building seemed much more intimidating today. Making your way through the halls, you were grateful that you got to school early, you hated pushing through crowds of people.

“Hey, hey (Y/n)!”, a voice called from down the hall. You recognized it almost immediately. “Hi Peter, what’s up?”. You were happy to see him, maybe talking out your nervousness would help. “Oh, you know, just the same old stuff. Sure am tired though”. “Well, if you don’t sleep then you will be tired”. “Like you’re one to talk (Y/l/n)”. You only rolled your eyes and stuck out your tongue at him, evoking a chuckle from him. “How about you? How are you doing?”. “Ugh, not great. I have to present that project today. Not particularly looking forward to it”, you huffed, looking down to the ground as your anxiety increased at the thought of presenting alone. “Hey, I’m sure you’ll do great. Most people don’t pay attention to presentations anyways”, he assured you. You popped your knuckles, still feeling just as nervous. You knew he was right, but that didn’t stop the fear surging through you. “Yeah, I know. I just don’t want to do it. Maybe if I wait long enough, there won’t be any class time left for me to present”, that was your hope, and your only plan to get out of this without panicking in front of the whole class. “Maybe, well regardless, I hope it goes well”, he offered you a sincere smile. “Yeah, I hope so too”. “Well, I should probably head to class, see you at lunch!”. “Right back at ya, Parker”, you waved gently to him as he disappeared down a hallway.

You made your way to your first class, deciding to read a bit before class started. Nothing you did eased the gnawing anxiety in the back of your mind though. Your first two classes were easy enough, but it was hard to focus, your mind racing with intrusive thoughts. ‘What if my voice gives out? What happens if I start crying in front of everyone? God, the whole school will hear about it. Everyone will stare at me, whisper about me every time I pass by them. I can’t do this, I just can’t’. By your third class, you’d bitten your nails down to blood, your lips suffering the same fate, cracked and split open. You almost considered skipping, but you’d worked hard on this project, you couldn’t let that go to waste. So, taking your seat in the back of the class, you tried breathing techniques, anything to help calm your senses. Your leg bounced so much, you swore the floor would give out under your foot.

The teacher turned out the lights, letting people present their projects voluntarily. You calmed the tiniest bit. If someone randomly kept volunteering to present, the class time was sure to run out before you even got the chance to stand up. Throughout the class, you were on edge, chanting silent prayers in your head. You weren’t very fortunate though, as everyone presented quickly, making it apparent that you were going to have to present no matter what. “Alright, who hasn’t gone up yet?”, your teacher called out, looking at her grading sheet. ‘Oh my god, please don’t see my name. Please tell me I don’t exist. Let me just disappear. I can’t do this’. “Oh! (Y/n) still hasn’t presented, come on over and I’ll pull up your project”, your teacher chirped.

Your heart pounded painfully hard in your chest, slowly standing up on jelly legs, keeping your gaze down as you walked to the whiteboard. You couldn’t possibly do this. You were going to die. Every mission you’d ever gone on seemed so miniscule in this moment, as you looked out to your peers. It was too dark to see most of their faces, which only made your situation worse. Your teacher pulled up the project on the projector, gesturing to you to start presenting, as she clicked her pen, ready to write down every mistake you made.

Letting out a jittery breath, you clasped your sweaty hands together and began talking. You were shaking so badly, it was like an earthquake had erupted inside of your body. You could feel the tears threatening to spill past your eyes, leaving a hard pain in your throat. Your chest hurt, and your breathing was becoming more erratic. But you had to finish, you had to get this over with. Just as you were on one of the last slides, a voice called from somewhere in the class, “Hey, pipsqueak! Speak up, would ya? We can’t hear you back here!”. The comment elicited a few snickers, which your teacher hushed quietly, but the damage was already done. The room was suddenly shrinking around you, as your chest tightened even further. You bit your lip, trying your best to compose yourself, attempting to push down your anxiety, but it only pushed back up more violently. “(Y/n)? You still have a few slides left”, your teacher said, but you didn’t hear her. Instead, your fight or flight instincts took over, and you raced out of the classroom, tears now breaking free, streaming down your face. You headed to the nearest bathroom, locking yourself in a stall, your whole world crumbling beneath you.

Leaning against the door, you slid down, breath caught in your throat, fighting to get out, but to no avail. Instinctively, you brought your knees up to your chest, clutching at the seams of your pants, letting out choked sobs and broken coughs. There was only one thing you could think of that might help you, and that was your teammates. You pulled your phone out of your pocket, continuing to shake violently, as you clicked the emergency contacts, thumb pressed to the first person, which just so happened to be Bucky. You lifted the phone to your ear, barely hearing the ring, despite your call volume being all the way up.

Bucky saw your name pop up on his phone, panic surging through him. You never called, it made you too anxious. He answered instantly, “(Y/n)? (Y/n), sweetheart, are you okay?”. His sudden panic mixed with your name caused both Steve and Sam to stand by him, all of them mentally preparing for an emergency. You wanted to reply, but all that came out was a squeak, as your fist collided with the tiled floor, your oxygen levels becoming more scarce by the second. Bucky put his phone on speaker, letting all three of them talk to you. “(Y/n), doll, you gotta breathe okay? Through your nose, count on your fingers”, Bucky stated, trying to keep his voice steady for you. “Yep, deep breaths (Y/n), you’ve got this. You’re gonna be okay”, Steve reassured you. After about 10 minutes of the three of them gently coaxing you out of your panic attack, you calmed slightly, leaving you crying quietly.

“We’re almost back at the compound, we’ll come and pick you up in about 20 minutes, okay?”, Steve said, giving no room for protests, although at this point you weren’t going to object. You wanted to go home. “Okay, I guess I should get back to class then”, you murmured, realizing that you’d probably been gone for over 15 minutes now. It was weird no one came to look for you, but you weren’t complaining. “If you aren’t ready to go back kid, that’s fine. We can stay on the call as long as you need”, Sam mentioned, his voice sounded beyond concerned. You had a bad habit of not taking care of yourself, especially in times of crisis. “No, I’ll be fine, gotta go back to get my stuff anyways”, you were dreading going back. The whole class would be focused on you for sure, not to mention the faux sympathy from your teacher, something that would surely cause another flood of tears. You just wanted to go unnoticed, for everyone to ignore your presence. “Alright, if you’re sure”. “I’m sure, I’ll see you guys soon”, you weren’t sure, but you had to convince them, you knew too well that they’d cause a scene at the school if things got worse. “Okay, stay safe sweetheart, we’ll be there as soon as possible”, Steve stated, before Bucky reluctantly hung up the phone.

Letting out a deep sigh, you pushed yourself up, groaning slightly as you forced your stiff body to move. You stepped out of the stall, silently thanking the universe for not letting anyone walk in during your breakdown. You looked to one of the mirrors, finding a disheveled figure staring back at you. You grabbed a paper towel, dampening it in the sink, and gently washing the dried tears off your face. You fixed your clothing and washed your hands, before making the godawful trip back to class. There was only 5 minutes left for the class, but that was more than enough time for shit to go wrong. You stood outside the door for a minute, taking a moment to compose yourself.

Turning the handle slowly, you eased your way past the door, the lights now on. Just as you expected, all eyes turned on you, but most turned away quickly, looking back to their friend or their phone. That lifted your nervousness a bit, as you started to head back to your desk, but your teacher had other plans, as she cleared her throat, motioning for you to go and talk to her. You cussed quietly to yourself, could this day get any worse? You dragged your feet over to her desk, biting your now scabbed lip. “So, your project was very good, therefore, I’m going to give you a 90, but I have to dock 10 points for your presentation”, she spoke quietly and sternly. Your face grew hot with her words, tears swelling in your eyes again. She was taking points off for something that you couldn’t control? It pissed you off to say the least. You only looked away from her desk, nodding slightly, knowing better than to open your mouth. “Alright then, you can go and pack up your things”. You walked quickly back to your desk, putting the few things you had taken out back into your backpack, before the bell rang for lunch. Dashing out of the class, you headed straight for the front of the school, more than ready for the day to be over. You’d email your 4th period teacher later on what work you missed out on. On your way, you made sure to text Peter, letting him know everything that happened, and that you wouldn’t be there for lunch.

You only had to wait for a few minutes, as Sam walked through the doors, spotting you quickly and walking over to you. “You alright kid?”. “Yeah, I’ll be fine, jus’ want this day to be done already”. He nodded, following you to the front office, signing everything to excuse you for the day. He kept a close eye on you the whole time, a protective hand placed on your shoulder. Stepping out of the building, he led you to the car where Bucky and Steve awaited. You got into the back seat, Sam sitting in the seat next to you.

“Hey doll, you feeling alright?”, Bucky quizzed, angling his body to look at you. “Yeah, ‘m glad you guys offered to pick me up though. Don’t really think I could’ve lasted another class”, you fidgeted with your hands, you knew your nerves wouldn’t calm for a while, but at least it was manageable now. “We’re always here for you, kid, no matter what”, Sam assured you, patting your shoulder softly. “Mhm, you can always come to us, even if we’re on a mission. Our job can always wait, your well being is more important than anything”, Steve added, looking briefly to you in the rearview mirror. “Thank you for that, you guys are the best”, you smiled bashfully. “No need to thank us, jus’ doing what’s right”, Bucky stated. “So, whatcha feel like doing when we get back?”, Sam asked. You thought for a moment, doing anything social sounded horrible at the moment, and the weighted blanket in your room was calling your name. “How ‘bout a pizza and movie night?”, you inquired, knowing they’d all like the idea, hell the whole team would probably join in. “Sounds good to me”, Steve mused, he always liked time for the team to bond. “Me too”. “Me as well, I’m starving dude”, Sam quipped, causing all of you to chuckle.

It didn’t take long to get back to the tower, all of you heading inside, you going to your room to set your stuff down and to change into something more comfy. After changing, you grabbed your weighted blanket, wrapping it around you, heading back down to the common room. Word must’ve spread fast, cause the whole team was gathered there, everyone sitting in a designated spot, except for Tony, who was currently ordering pizza over the phone. “Hey, there they are, rough day at school?”, Natasha asked, giving you a warm smile. “Yeah, not the greatest”, you huffed out a small laugh. “Well, in that case, you get to choose the first movie draga”, Pietro looked up at you from his spot on the floor. You hummed in response, before placing your decision on one of your favorite comfort movies. Clint started to look it up on the various streaming services, finding it almost instantly. “This one, right?”. You nodded happily, making your way over to sit between Steve and Wanda. “Hey, kiddo, you want a drink? And I’m guessing you want some extra garlic breadsticks too, right?”, Tony asked, holding his phone away from his mouth slightly. “Uhh, I’ll have a (f/d), and duh, of course I want garlic breadsticks”. “Yeah, what type of question is that?”, Pietro chimed in. Tony scoffed at him, rolling his eyes, but continued placing the order.

Wanda opened her arms next to you, allowing you to curl into her side as her arms wrapped softly around you. You stretched your legs out, Steve placed them on his lap, gently rubbing his thumb over your calf. Your nerves were finally winding down, as Clint pressed play on the movie. Wanda kept an arm wrapped around your back, her other hand resting gently on the side of your head, making sure to keep you close. The pizza arrived shortly after the movie had started, and you grabbed as much food as you wanted. You deserved it after the day you had. After the first movie finished, and the team voted on a new movie to watch, you felt yourself begin to drift off. You couldn’t have imagined a more perfect setting, comfort and warmth surrounding you. You didn’t make it far into the second movie before you fell asleep, listening to the sound of Wanda’s heart beating, the events from earlier that day flooding away, leaving you to sleep peacefully, knowing that you were safe and sound.

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Madripoor

Requested by: MEEE cause this plot popped into my head the second I watched this episode

Summary: Bucky was just following Sharon’s advice to enjoy the party when he meets *yn*, what he isn’t counting on is that he most definitely won’t be staying out of trouble.

Warnings: THE FALCON AND THE WINTER SOLDIER EP 3 SPOILERS YOU’VE BEEN WARNEDDDDD, fluff, swearing, violence

PART TWO (NAGEL)

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“Lay low, blend in. Enjoy the party.” Sharon spoke as she made her way up the stairs. “Oh and try to stay out of trouble, I’ll see what I can find.”

“Trouble?” Zemo smirked.

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Sharon’s words echoed in Bucky’s ears as he made his way through the party. Sweaty bodies were pressed up against him as he ducked and weaved through the crowd. It felt like the pulsating music was drumming against his skull as he made his way up to the bar.

“I’m way too old for this.” He huffed out once he reached Sam, gesturing to the bartender for two shots.

“Old or lame? There’s a big difference.” Sam remarked as the pair simultaneously clinked their glasses together and skulled the liquid. Bucky smirked as he watched Sam cough and splutter.

“Now who’s the lame one?” Bucky chuckled, the liquid burning his throat.

“Maybe we both are. Look at Zemo, the dude may be weird but he’s got game.” Sam answered once he’d recovered.

Bucky followed his gaze to see Zemo dancing in between two women, both giggling and chatting animately. He watched as Zemo suddenly began pumping his arm enthusiastically to the beat as the girls watched him wide eyed, before exchanging glancing and slipping back into the crowd without another word.

“On second thought dude’s just weird.”

Bucky let out a chuckle as he leant forward and grabbed the beer that the bartender had left out for him. He took a swig as he turned back around to face the party. He automatically swept over area, his eyes sliding over the hundreds of faces as he looked out for any threat.

He paused as his eyes fell on a flash of bright red material.

Upon closer inspection he noted that the bright red material was in fact a silk dress that was covering the slender figure of a young woman. It was a halter dress that had a deep slit down the front and was almost completely backless, the silk material falling down almost to her ankles with another deep slit also running up her leg that exposed her thigh.

He felt his grip on his beer tighten as his eyes fell on her face, revealing a pair of eyes framed by thick lashes and lips painted with a deep plum lipstick. She was snaking her way through the crowd, gracefully dodging drunken people as they stumbled their way around on the dance floor.

As if she sensed his gaze her eyes flickered up and locked with his. The pair eyed each other for a few moments. She shot him a small smile before breaking their gaze.

“Now who would you be checking out hm?” Sam’s voice broke Bucky out of his almost trance like state.

“No one.” Bucky answered gruffly, glancing over at Sam to see him smirking at him.

“Sure Buck.”

Bucky ignored him and turned his head back to where the woman had been only moments ago. She was gone. He scanned the crowd and let out a small huff when he couldn’t see any sight of her.

“Now, I need you to educate me on this art so I can impress some of the ladies.” Sam spoke up again, dragging Bucky’s attention from the crowd.

“What’s that one?” He asked pointing at a nearby painting.

“That’s the Wedding at Cana, painted by Paolo Veronese in 1563.”

“1562 actually.”

Bucky swivelled around, a breath catching in his throat when his eyes fell on the bright red dress. He had no idea how she’d managed to somehow appear beside him without him noticing. He swallowed and ran a hand through his hair as he composed himself before answering, ensuring his face stayed void of emotion.

“I’m pretty sure it’s 1563 actually.”

His answer made her brow quirk up in amusement as she took a sip of her drink, her wrist twinkling due to a very expensive looking diamond bracelet dangling from it.

“Actually I think you’ll find it’s 1562. The copy in the Louvre might say 1563 but I suggest you take a peak at the original.” Her words made his eyes narrow as he studied her features.

“Well maybe I will.”

“Before you do that please feel free to continue educating your friend, I’m happy to sit here and correct you when you make another mistake.” She spoke, shooting him an overly warm smile which caused Bucky to grit his teeth.

Sam let out a low whistle as the smirk on her lips widened. “Damn Buck I think you might’ve met someone more cultured than you.”

“We’ll see about that.” Bucky muttered, taking a swig of his beer as he eyed her.

“So how does someone like yourself become so knowledgable about stolen art?” Sam asked her, his eyes darting between the pair in amusement.

The girl shrugged as she took another sip of her drink before motioning to the bartender. “I know a lot about a lot of things.”

“Really?” Bucky mused, this time it being his turn to raise a brow. “And does ‘miss knower of all things’ have a name?”

“Miss knower of all things does.” She answered as she grabbed the shot glass and pressed it to her lips. Bucky eyed her profile intently, noting the way her plump lips wrapped around the lip of the glass and her eyes screwed shut as she slung her head back to let the liquid slide down her throat.

“I love this song.” She remarked, finishing the remainder of her other drink before she rose from her seat. Bucky’s eyes followed her figure as she begun to make her way back to the dance floor. She paused and glanced over her shoulder, a smirk still present on her lips.

“You coming to dance with me or what Buck?” She queried, Sam’s nickname for him rolling off her tongue, amusement evident in her tone.

Bucky eyed her for a few moments before glancing over at Sam. “Sharon did say to enjoy the party.” Sam grinned.

“Try not to be too lame or old huh?” He continued, patting his shoulder encouragingly as Bucky rose from his chair.

“Thanks.” Bucky muttered as he cautiously approached the woman in red. Her smirk widened as he made his way towards her. “C’mon.” He heard her say as she leant forward and took his gloved hand in hers and tugged him into the crowd.

If she was saying anything to him, he couldn’t hear as he felt himself become engulfed in the crowd as she pulled him deeper into the dance floor. After a few moments she came to a stop and swivelled around to face him. He felt himself grow slightly red as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, swaying her hips to the beat.

“Are you really not going to tell me your name?” Bucky spoke, practically shouting to make himself heard over the thumping base.

“Why do you want to know? You never danced with a stranger before?” She answered back.

“No I just- I usually know people’s names before I dance with them.” He replied which caused her to let out a small laugh. “Back in my day we used to go out to dinner first.” He added silently in his head.

His heart thumped against his chest as she pulled him closer to her and leant up so her lips brushed against the shell of his ear. “My name’s *yn*.”

“*yn*.” Bucky echoed, her smile widening at the sound of her name rolling off his tongue. “And what brings you to a place like Madripoor?”

“You ask a lot of questions.” She observed matter-of-factly.

Before Bucky could open his mouth to respond, *yn* twisted around, keeping one arm slung around his neck as she pressed her back up against his body. Bucky bit his lip to prevent a hiss from escaping his mouth as *yn* began to rotate her hips to the rhythm of the music, the fabric of her dress pressing against the material of his black suit pants.

This certainly beat online dating.

“Just relax, enjoy the party.” *yn* laughed breathlessly, echoing Sam’s words from before as she pressed even harder against him. Bucky let his eyes flutter shut as he felt his hands automatically move to grip her hips as he started to move his own body in time with the thumping bass.

His grip on her hips tightened as she lolled her head back against his chest, her hot breath fanning onto his neck as the pair moved in sync.

If only Steve could see him now.

As he grew more comfortable he let his gloved hands begin to wander, trailing over her lower stomach before gliding down her thighs. “What do you say we go find somewhere quieter to talk?” He heard *yn* murmur into his ear.

He felt *yn*’s body stiffen as his hands crept lower to just below her panty line. Before he could answer, her hand suddenly shot out to grip his wrist and cease his movements but not before his hand suddenly brushed over an unexpected bump on her leg.

A shape that felt suspiciously like a-

A hand suddenly clamped onto his shoulder causing him to jerk his hands away in surprise just as *yn* pulled away from his grasp. “I’m sorry to break up the party but Sharon’s found our guy-” Sam cut himself off as Bucky swivelled around to stare at him, his eyes wide in surprise.

“You good man?” Sam asked, concern written on his features when he noticed Bucky’s look of surprise.

“I-” Bucky cut himself off before looking back to *yn*.

His brow furrowed as his eyes instead fell on a drunk man currently sculling a beer out of a shoe. He frantically looked around, muttering a curse under his breath when he realised *yn* was no where to be seen.

It was like she had vanished without a trace.

“Oh painting girl pulled a runner? Don’t worry about it man happens to the best of us.” Sam comforted, patting his shoulder once more.

Bucky felt a ripple of suspicion wash over him but he decided against telling Sam about it as he finally pulled his gaze away from the crowd to look at Sam. “Let’s get Zemo. We should talk somewhere private.”

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“Alright what have you found?” Sam asked. Zemo, Bucky, Sharon and Sam were all piled into a private coat room located directly above the party. The bass was still so loud that Bucky could feel the vibrations through the tiled floor. The door was locked with a few security guards located outside and on the stairs leading up to the room.

Bucky sighed, his mind swimming with thoughts of *yn* as he ripped his gloves off. He couldn’t shake a feeling of suspicious that was gnawing at him that there was something off about *yn*.

“I’ve spoken to a few buyers and I’ve got a location on Doctor Nagel.” Sharon spoke, interrupting his thoughts. “He was pretty hard to track down but he’s definitely still here in Madripoor. He’s at the shipping yard.”

Bucky stiffened when he swore he head a thump outside the door, a thump that didn’t correlate with the sound from the party. He strained his ears and sure enough, another thump followed suit a few minutes lately.

“Bucky?”

“You sure no one can get up here?” Bucky queried, looking over to Sharon.

“I’m sure. This is a restricted area, I’ve got all the entrances guarded.” She answered, watching him as he made his way to the door.

“Bucky? What’s going on?” Sam asked.

Bucky held his hand up to signal everyone to be quiet as he pressed his ear against the wood. He held his breath as he listened intently. There were a few moments of quiet until he head another thump and a small moan.

Without warning Bucky ripped open the door and stepped out into the hallway. He nearly tripped over when his foot hit a solid form. He glanced down to see one of the guards lying at his feet, letting out low moans of pain. His eyes travelled down the hall to see all of the guards were either unconscious or were too dazed to get to their feet.

He froze when his eyes fell on an all too familiar red dress.

Bucky locked eyes with *yn*, her lips parted in surprise and chest heaving up and down as she tried to regain her breath. The pair stood frozen for what felt like an eternity, the silence almost deafening as they eyed each other.

“Bucky!” Sam called out, shattering the silence.

Bucky was only distracted for a split second but *yn* took it, turning around and sprinting down the stairs. “Hey!” Bucky shouted, taking off after her ignoring Sam’s shouts from behind him.

Bucky leapt down the winding stairs, catching brief glimpses of the red material before it disappeared around the next corner. Finally his feet planted on the lower floor. His eyes scanned the crowd, locking onto *yn*’s figure as she pushed through the crowd.

His jaw locked and he could feel himself enter into winter soldier mode as he stormed forward and plunged into the throng of people. He ignored protests and exclamations of surprise as he shoved people out of the way, parting them like the red sea as he kept his eyes focused on her like a laser beam.

*yn* glanced over her shoulder and the pair briefly locked eyes before she turned around once more and broke out of the crowd, sprinting towards a door with a neon exit sign hanging above it.

Bucky was hot on her heels, shoving the door open revealing another set of stairs. He hurried up the stairs and got to a landing revealing two doors. He noted that the left door was slightly ajar and he pushed through it revealing a large hall.

He sprinted into the centre of it, coming to a stop when he saw no sight of *yn*. He did a 360 of the room, craning his neck to look around. The room was empty except for a few large wooden boxes covered in tarps. Clearly this was where Sharon kept the less impressive stolen art.

“Come on.” Bucky muttered under his breath as he looked around. It was so quiet you could have heard a pin drop but his senses were telling him that he wasn’t alone in this room.

*yn* was here, if that was even her name.

He let out a grunt of surprise as a sold object hit his back, nearly knocking the wind out of him. He could feel limbs wrapping around his neck and his torso as slender arms pulled his neck into a headlock. He let another grunt as he brought his hands up to grip onto the arm that was around his throat.

He furrowed his brow in surprise when he pulled at the arms and found them unbudging. He tried once more, mustering all the strength he had but *yn*’s grip remained unmoving. He gritted his teeth and took a couple steps before shoving his back into one of the wooden crates.

He heard *yn* let out a small moan of pain as her body smacked against the solid mass with full force. Sure enough, her grip loosened slightly which allowed Bucky to pull her arm from his neck and throw her body over his head and off him.

She twisted her body in the air so that she landed in a crouched position but still on her feet. Bucky watched her as she rose to her full height, her body slightly gleaming with sweat under the sterile light. She took a few steps back from him and leant down to spread apart her dress, revealing a black thigh garter.

Just as Bucky had suspected on the dance floor, sheathed inside the thigh garter was a small blade. He watched as she pulled it from her thigh, gripping it tightly in her hand.

“You picked the wrong dress tonight doll.” Bucky tutted as he took a few steps towards her.

“You don’t like it? I’m hurt.” *yn* pouted, placing a hand over her heart mockingly.

“Trust me doll, I like it.” Bucky answered, letting his eyes briefly dart from the dagger in her hand to her dress. “But it’s not exactly the best dress for blending in and slipping away unnoticed.”

“Who ever said I wanted to slip away unnoticed?” *yn* answered, a mischievous glint in her eye as the pair began to slowly circle each other. Her words made his forehead crease in confusion as he studied her intently.

“So you know who I am?”

“I do.” *yn* nodded as she twisted the knife in between her fingers. “The зимний солдат.”

Her answer made Bucky’s lips part slightly in surprise. “That is what they call you, isn’t it?” She mused.

“Who are you?” Bucky snapped causing her to smirk to widen.

“What were those magic words again, Желание, Ржавы��, Семнадцать-”

Bucky suddenly lurched forward, taking *yn* by surprise. She reacted instinctively, bringing the blade up from her side towards his stomach. Bucky gripped her wrist using his right arm, stopping the knife only inches from his flesh. He pulled her closer to him and raised his metal arm to strike her. With lightning fast reflexes her other arm shot up and her hand enclosed around his fist.

He glanced up at her in surprise when she pushed against his metal arm, stopping his fist from colliding with her jaw. He grunted as he mustered up more strength in an attempt to break out of her grasp to no avail. They were evenly matched in strength.

He had no idea who she was but now he was certain of one thing. They both had super soldier serum running through their veins.

*yn* took advantage of Bucky’s surprise and lifted a leg up, kicking him squarely in the stomach, her stiletto heel digging into his skin. Bucky spluttered as he felt the wind get knocked out of him, loosening his grip on her arms. *yn* reacted quickly, knocking his feet from underneath him and jumping on top of him.

Bucky groaned as his back hit the concrete floor and *yn* straddled him, pinning both of his arms above his head with one hand and pressing her dagger to his throat with the other.

“I think I liked you better when I was showing you up in front of your friend.” She remarked as she pressed the blade firmly against his skin.

“And I think I liked you better when you were dancing on me and not trying to kill me.” Bucky spat back as he squirmed underneath her causing *yn* to cock her head to the side, an amused expression on her features.

“Now whoever said I wanted to kill you?”

“Hmm I don’t know, could be the knife you’ve got against my throat.” He growled, wincing as the metal dug even further into his flesh. *yn* let out a breathy laugh as she leant down towards his face.

“Trust me pretty boy, if I wanted to kill you, you’d already be dead.”

The sound of footsteps approaching and Sam calling Bucky’s name made both their heads jerk towards the door before Bucky could answer her. This time it was Bucky’s turn to take advantage of *yn* being caught off guard. He managed to wriggle his metal arm out of her iron like grip and instantly lurched up to grab her around the throat.

*yn* spluttered in surprise, instinctively dropping her dagger to use both her hands to struggle against his vice like grip. Bucky used all of his core strength to push her off him and roll himself on top of her. Now he was so close up to her and under bright light, he could see that her skin was littered with small scars and bullet holes.

*yn*’s face was slowly growing red as she desperately gasped for air, her body squirming underneath him as she clawed at his metal arm. “I’m not going to ask you again, who the hell are you?” Bucky spat, glaring down at her as he desperately searched her eyes for some sort of answer.

“I don’t-” She spluttered, “I didn’t come here to hurt you, please-” She continued, her voice barely a whisper as her airway grew more restricted. For the first time since Bucky had locked eyes with her, he could see some form of fear and desperation reflecting back at him. The pair eyed each other for a few moments before Bucky slowly eased his grip around her throat, just enough for her to regain some air. *yn* gasped at the feeling of oxygen entering her lungs once more.

“Woah, what the fuck-”

Bucky looked up to see Sam, Sharon and Zemo staring at the pair with wide eyes, all three of them with their weapons raised.

“What part of stay out of trouble did you not understand?” Sharon queried, an exacerbated expression on her features.

“Trouble found me.” Bucky answered gruffly as he looked back down at *yn*. The fear that had been present on her features only moments ago had vanished, the cocky and flirtatious mask had been slipped back on.

“Not that I really mind this position, but given that the cavalry’s arrived, do you mind getting off me?” *yn* asked Bucky coolly.

Bucky’s lips pressed into a thin line, clearly unamused at her remark as he studied her. “You’re not going to try and kill me again?”

“I already told you, I don’t want to kill you.” *yn* huffed, rolling her eyes.

Bucky studied her for a few moments before finally relenting and releasing her throat from his grip. He pushed himself off her and rose to his feet but not before grabbing her dagger and sliding it into his suit pants.

*yn* got herself up from the ground, her breathing still ragged as she ran a hand through her hair and tucked her strays behind her ears.

“You wanna tell us who this is Bucky?” Sharon asked, eyeing *yn* up and down.

“Supposedly her name is *yn*-”

“-not supposedly, it is *yn*.”

“-she seems to like not answering questions about herself.” Bucky ignored *yn*’s input. “Oh and she’s had the super soldier serum.”

“Might want to keep an eye on your friend over there, I know he’s in the habit of murdering anyone who’s come within walking distance of the stuff.” *yn* remarked dryly shooting Zemo a dirty look.

“Hello to you too darling.” Zemo grinned causing Sharon to roll her eyes.

“Who are you? Who the hell do you work for?” Sharon quizzed her.

“I don’t work for anyone.” *yn* snapped back.

“The flag smashers?” Sam asked causing *yn*’s face to contort into a look of disgust. “Fuck no, I don’t work with those amateurs.”

“Just tell us what you want or I’m going to have to detain you.” Sharon spoke. There was a brief pause as *yn* studied Sharon before looking over to Bucky.

“You’re not the only one looking for answers, зимний солдат.” She answered quietly, her features softening for a moment as she looked at him.

“Well then maybe we can help each other get answers then.” Bucky murmured back.

The pair studied each other for a few moments before a loud honk suddenly sounded outside. Gun shots rang out from underneath them followed by loud screams and shouts. Bucky, Zemo, Sam and Sharon looked around in confusion as the sound of hundreds of footsteps began to grew louder and louder.

“Sorry kids, that’s my ride. Gotta fly.”

Within a few seconds the door burst open and hundreds of party goers flooded the room, shouting for help as they fled from the gun fire. Bucky glanced over to where *yn* had been only a few seconds ago to see that she was sprinting towards the only window in the room.

Bucky pushed through the panicked crowd, watching helplessly as *yn* reached the raised window. She clambered up onto the ledge and shoved the window open. She glanced over her shoulder and the pair locked eyes when Bucky was practically within arms length of her.

“I’ll be sure to send Doctor Nagel your regards, Buck.” She taunted. “We should do this again sometime, maybe without trying to hurt each other.” She smirked, sending him a wink before leaping off the ledge. Bucky scrambled up onto the ledge and poked his head out to see *yn* sliding down a pipe fixed to the outside of the building.

He watched helplessly as her stilettos hit the ground. She approached a waiting motorcycle, the driver holding out a helmet for her expectantly. She took the helmet and slung her leg over the seat, sliding her helmet on as the driver throttled the engine. She looked up to the window and gave Bucky a wave before wrapping her arms around the driver’s waist.

“Fuck.” Bucky cursed as he watched the motorbike peel off into the bustling street, going completely unnoticed by the rest of the public amid the chaos.

“She’s gone?” Sam queried as the other three appeared beside Bucky at the window.

“Hm.” Bucky grunted, clenching his jaw in annoyance as he watched the motorbike disappear from sight.

“She was kind of terrifying.” Sam remarked matter of factly.

“I thought for sure she was going to gut you, James.” Zemo observed.

Bucky stayed silently, clearly brooding as he stared out into the street as Sam studied him in amusement.

“I think Bucky’s in love.”

PART TWO (NAGEL)

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зимний солдат = winter soldier

Желание, Ржавый, Семнадцать = Longing, Rusted, Seventeen.

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SAMBUCKY FIC RECS

so a lot of people seemed interested this so here it is! if ya’ll like this, i can make more parts! this is split into three categories: based on tfatws, canon divergence, and au. all fics are on ao3. all of the fics are complete. some fics do include smut, but i included the ratings, so make sure to check for that based on preferences!

also, feel free to send me asks on your thoughts on any fics or if you’re interested in another sambucky fic rec post!

BASED ON TFATWS

Fill the Hole in my Heart | Not Rated | 4,848 words

Bucky dives into the world of online dating. The girls are nice, but there seems to be something missing. When he goes to Louisiana to meet Sam and his family, he realizes what that something was.

Skip, Reverse | Explicit | 7,945 words

Sam stood in the middle of their local Target with a throw pillow in each hand. The one in his left hand was butter-soft and matched the drapes in the living room, but Bucky had walked by five seconds ago and declared the one on the right “absolutely fucking hideous,” and so now Sam kind of wanted it more than he had ever wanted anything.

Sometimes romance is just bickering with your superhero partner/roommate at several different Target locations.

just won’t do right | General | 7,524 words

Sam's eyebrows go up, impressed, and he reaches over to squeeze Torres' shoulder, "This is amazing, kid. Thanks, really."

Bucky sits and watches in utter horror as the pink darkens on Torres' cheeks.

Oh, he realizes. Oh. Fuck.

body language will do the trick | Explicit | 12,598 words

“There’s no way you’re going to win this,” Bucky tells Sam. “I am going to love language the shit out of you.”

Sam gives him a considering look. “You do seem like you’d be really good at that.”

Bucky’s cheeks flush with heat. “Thanks, pal, I—”

Sam smirks, and Bucky’s eyes narrow. He shoves his elbow into Sam’s side and stalks off, leaving Sam cackling behind him.

“Your ass looks great today!” Sam yells.

Bucky reaches up to flip Sam the bird, and he definitely does not feel grateful that he wore his good jeans today. Bucky’s ass looks great every day.

checklist | General | 4,716 words

Bucky Barnes keeps a mental checklist of things he knows to be true at any given moment. Sometimes the checklist changes, because he's learned something else about himself. It changes, for example, when he starts realizing that maybe he would like to kiss Sam Wilson. Maybe.

best laid plans | 3 parts | 26,808 words

part 1: baby you’re the wave and I’m ready for the crash | Explicit | 6,616 words

Nah, my plan’s better,” Sam declares, before clapping Bucky on the shoulder.

“I’m sorry, what plan? Was that a plan? It didn’t sound like a plan to me, it sounded like a vague intention,” says Bucky, still scowling, and Sam grins.

“We’re winging it, the plan is a work in progress! Now c’mon, we gotta make some wardrobe adjustments if we’re gonna get into that club.”

Sam and Bucky have some unorthodox methods of going undercover in a club.

He Doesn’t Deserve You! | Teen | 5,154 words

Sam and Bucky have an argument that results in Bucky being left at the bar. A group of drunk strangers assumes Bucky just got dumped and quickly adopt him for the night to make him feel better.

Reconstitution | Not Rated | 10,228 words

“I didn’t back Steve on the Sokovia Accords,” Sam says unprompted one day. They’re so close to apprehending the Flagsmashers and wrapping up this ridiculous saga.

“I don’t follow,” Bucky says.

“I was the one who refused to sign it first. Not Steve.”

Sam says it so softly that Bucky has to strain to hear him. Sam is loud and chatty and half the time he keeps up a constant stream of chatter just to get on Bucky’s nerves, but Bucky’s coming to realize that when he really wants to make himself heard, he’s soft spoken and mild. Bucky doesn’t entirely follow his train of thought, though.

Or: a breaking down, remaking, and coming back stronger than ever before

Stuck On You (You Suez, You Luez) | Explicit | 10,136 words

Sam and Bucky’s mission was simple: stowaway on a ship suspected of weapons-smuggling in the Suez, gather enough intel to report back, and hop off again in Port Said. Something gets in the way, and a day-long recon session turns into a week of chess, bickering, semi-successful movie references, and trying not to go slowly insane.

His Touch | Mature | 1,006 words

When Baron Zemo touched Bucky’s face, Sam Wilson saw red.

Bucky just wants Sam to comfort him.

rusted | Teen | 2,358 words

Bucky doesn’t grace him with a sound of acknowledgement. He’s been quiet, ever since that night with Zemo. Well. Quieter. It’s almost like. Every time he opens his mouth, he’s half-expecting the Winter Soldier to come out.

He hasn’t, yet. Won’t, ever again. Not unbidden. Sam’s sure of that. Bucky, not so much.

‘You busy?’

‘’m scouring the—’

‘Good,’ Sam cuts the idiot off, ‘I need you to help me shave.’

advanced therapy methods for large adult men | 2 parts | 11,717 words

part 1: The Gottman Method for Dealing with Conflict | Mature | 4,187 words

Bucky and Dr. Raynor have a follow-up session and two entirely different conversations about his relationship status.

Or: Let's do more couples therapy, James.

it’s always Bucky’s Fault | 3 parts | 20,089 words

part 1: Did you see it? | Explicit | 3,905 words

In which there's supposedly a viral video of the Winter Soldier on his knees sucking off Captain America.

Everything is, like always, completely Bucky's fault.

CANON DIVERGENCE

Even in the Present (I Am Living in the Past) | Teen | 16,977 words

Sometimes Sam still questions everything about his ability to shoulder the 80-year legacy he now bears. His history, and the history of his loss, sticks with him and even in healing he doubts whether or not he is able to fulfil his purpose, and whether he may find lasting peace and happiness.

Told in fluid-fragments, the story moves between his therapy sessions after his return from active duty and the post-Endgame present.

You never forget your first | Teen | 3,650 words

The story of Bucky and Sam getting together in a series of firsts.

leftovers | Mature | 19,249 words

With the New Avengers up and running, Sam finally has time to start dating again. Unfortunately, it's not going as well as he'd hoped.

Partners | Explicit | 7,235 words

Sam's not sure if he can be Captain America. He's not a supersoldier. He can't throw the shield. He's just a dude.

And Bucky Barnes is just a nuisance, albeit a pretty good-looking one.

I’ll explain everything to the geese | Explicit | 50,949 words

Bucky is so competent that it hurts my feelings is not a rational complaint to have about a person, and yet, after a year of being Captain America and partnering up with Bucky for the new and improved, post-Blip Avengers, that’s kinda how Sam’s feeling.

It’s not great. It maybe leads to Sam making some rash, ill-advised decisions like claiming he has a previously undisclosed superpower, and then getting caught in a web of lies when he ends up actually developing that surprisingly inconvenient superpower. Talking to birds had seemed like a harmless superpower, but it turns out that birds have a lot of opinions, and they don’t hesitate to tell Sam about them, especially when it comes to his supposedly subpar courting skills. Which is ridiculous, because Sam isn’t courting Bucky. Right?

Night Swimming | Teen | 2,056 words

“Come on. The princess has a new arm for you and I gotta see if there’s a barber around here willing to tackle your…” Sam waved a hand at Bucky’s face.

“I don’t want a new arm,” Bucky immediately bit out.

And then -

“I can cut my own damn hair.”

Sam just raised both eyebrows. Crossed his arms over his chest again.

Dared Bucky to prove him wrong.

Cpvert Coffee & Flirtation Specialist | General | 5,542 words

The reporter says "—for Captain America to—"

And Bucky rolls his eyes. "Oh, here we go."

Sam looks at him then tips his head sideways, got a weird grin on his face. "Not a fan?"

"Not that. Just… the guy seems too good to be true, right? Wings and a shield?? Come on."

"Uh, is that why your eyes are like glued to the screen whenever he's on?" Kate says. "Is that why you call him Captain Tight Ass?"

"He's a goddamn show-off, and you know it. Tight ass or not."

Just then Sam snorts, real loud, grabs his coffee and suffers a horribly controlled laugh on his way out the door.

Stolen Moments | Teen | 98,767 words

“No,” Sam said, chuckling. “I don’t cheat,” he swept his gaze up and down James’ body, “even with guys who look like you. But, I’m bored and a little pissed, so if you wanna sit here and shoot the shit ‘til my man shows back up, I’m game.”

Never one to back to back down from a challenge - especially a challenge who looked like Sam Wilson - Bucky took another swig from his bottle and replied, “Sure, doll. I’ve got nothing but time.”

Steve has Sam. Bucky wants Sam. Sam wasn’t expecting any of this.

Such a Whirlwind Since I Saw You | Teen | 10,871 words

The Men of Letters turned Bucky Barnes into a weapon. Hunters Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanov are determined to save him, but they're going to need Sam Wilson's help.

“So you want me to ditch work, drive across America with you until you find your friend, who you thought was dead - all while avoiding some high-tech hunters who are out for blood?” Sam is asking.

Steve shrugs a shoulder, looking a little sheepish. Natasha almost laughs at the dry tone of Sam’s voice, but he's not wrong.

You Got What I Need? | Explicit | 37,588 words

Sam and Bucky are both in a bind, professionally. Nat points out a solution that neither men like. To save their careers they play along or rather, stop playing all together.

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