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Keep Holding On
Pairing: Steve x Reader
Warnings: depression, swearing
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A/N: Hello all! I’m trying to figure out what I’m doing with writing while I work on my next series. HOWEVER, y’all got me to 1k followers! I never imagined anyone would follow this blog and now there’s a thousand of you. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. Onto business: this fic is for @jewels2876‘s writing challenge! My prompt was the Avril Lavigne song Keep Holding On which makes my teenage heart sing. Thanks for letting me participate in your challenge peach!
Steve unlocked your apartment, using the key you gave him for emergencies. As far as he was concerned, five unanswered texts over two days was enough of an emergency to justify the use of the key. Steve had noticed you were acting strangely for the past few weeks, he chalked it up to a lack of sleep or stress; he knew you were under a ton of stress at work lately. He told you to slow down on more than one occasion, but you would always brush him off, saying you were okay, things would calm down once you finished your project. But there was always another project right around the corner. He knew your boyfriend had broken up with you a few months ago, but Steve could’ve sworn you were over him.
“Y/N?” he called out into your apartment, his senses on high alert.
He walked back towards your bedroom and peaked his head in. Steve saw you buried under the covers and he swore he heard you sniffling, but he couldn’t be sure.
“Y/N?” he tried once again, sitting on the edge of your bed.
“Steve?” you asked, your voice hoarse from disuse. “What are you doing here?”
“I was worried. You didn’t answer my texts.”
“Sorry, I’m fine, though. You can go,” you responded shortly.
“Doll, talk to me,” he said, pressing on your shoulder to get you to face him. “Please?”
“Steve. Just drop it. Lock the door on your way out.”
“No,” he said firmly. “No, I’m not leaving until you at least look at me. I need to know your okay.”
You turned to face him, and Steve was surprised by what he saw. Your usually bright eyes were dull and wet with unshed tears, bloodshot from all the crying you had been doing. Your hair was greasy and sticking out everywhere.
“Are you happy? Please just leave now, Steve.”
“Y/N… what’s wrong? What happ-”
“You want to know what’s wrong, Steve? You wanna know what’s fucking wrong? I lost my job. They fired me. The only job I ever loved, the job I lost my boyfriend over, and it’s just gone. I’m fucking useless Steve! Can’t even keep a goddamn job! And I’m sick of it. I’m sick of feeling so bad about myself all the time. I’m sick of being worthless. I’m sick of existing Steve! I’m just fucking tired. So if you could leave and let me be alone, that would be wonderful.”
“Y/N, I need you to take a breath and calm down so we can talk about this.”
You flipped back the covers with a groan and jumped out of bed.
“Fuck you, Steve. I don’t a star-spangled pep talk. I need you to get the hell out of my apartment and leave me alone. You’re better off without me in your life. Everyone is. So just go.”
“Do you really think that?” Steve asked quietly. “That everyone is better off without you?”
You stayed silent and stared at your feet, avoiding Steve’s gaze. When you didn’t answer, he got off your bed and walked towards you.
“If you weren’t here, who would help Bucky on his mission to watch every Disney movie ever? Or teach Natasha to cook? Who would be the person I tell everything to?” he questioned, putting his hands on your hips. “Who would talk to Tony about his new suits? Or entertain Peter’s millions of questions a day? Who would give me a run for my money when it comes to pointless trivia? Or anything for that matter. Who would be my best girl?”
“Someone else Steve,” you said, tears starting to flow again. “I can’t do it anymore. I’m so goddamn tired of pretending.”
“Pretending what?” Steve asked.
“Pretending that I’m good enough. Pretending that I’m not absolutely broken.”
“You know, it kills me that you feel that way. It kills me that you don’t see yourself like I do. Because when I see you, I see someone who is more than enough in every way possible. I see someone brave. Someone funny and kind. Someone who is a fighter.”
“What if I’m tired of fighting Steve?” you asked in a whisper.
“Then you let someone help you. You let me help you. I just need you to keep holding on. We can make it through this. Together. Your my best friend, Y/N. I need you to just be strong for me, for yourself. I’m here for you. Without fail, I will always be here for you. But I need you to let me help you.”
You sniffled loudly before nodding slightly.
“C’mere,” Steve said, pulling you into his arms. “You’re gonna be okay. Just keep holding on.”
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Writing Challenge Master List
THANK YOU TO EVERYONE PARTICIPATING!!! Please read these awesome posts - everyone did an amazing job!!
The ** indicate Smut - everyone made sure everything is tagged & warned appropriately so please abide by them - I will have to block anyone that doesn’t
Master list:
Stucky x Reader
Confident - @nerdy-bookworm-1998
Birthday Surprise - @nerdy-bookworm-1998
Sanctuary - @ruckystarnes
The Mess of Two Soldiers - @wintersoldierswhore
Steve Rogers x Reader
Keep Holding On - @littlemarvelfics
On Your Mark - @sherrybaby14 **
Thor X Reader
We Need A Hero - @lookwhatyoumademequeue
Sebastian Stan x Reader
The Start of Something Amazing - @until-theend-oftheline
Chris Evans x Reader
Getting Over - @cevansgirl
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The sweetest venom
Written for: @jewels2876s writing challenge
Prompt: P!nk - I don’t believe you
Pairing: Bucky x F!reader
Warnings: Non graphic smut, angst (like a lot)
Rating: M
Word count: 1,2 k
Summary: I don’t know how to summarize this. The reader and Bucky has a complex relationship, let’s just say.
A/N: First of all, this kinda took me by surprise as it turned into me working through memories of my ex and I (so yeah this is based on my own experiences) but also that I wrote it in She-form and not the usual You. Sex is a part of this but it’s not graphically described but as always with my smut it’s 18+ to read. And as always: english is my 2nd language (i.e american, britsh and rp english anarchy) and I have no beta so all glorious mistakes are my own.
Her fingers felt cold— it hurt when she tried to bend them. She whimpered and blinked the last drying tears from her lashes.
The echo of his boots in the hallway still rang in her ears; his touch a lingering ghost on her skin.
The pain was a palpable thing; it scratched and tore on the inside of her gut— a screaming lacerated monster trying to claw its way out.
She curled together even tighter, trying to make herself smaller, that that somehow would ease some of the anxiety infecting every thought in her mind. But he had left; he had left like he always did.
And she hurt; like she always did.
She arched backwards when the pain had decided to round back up her spine, where it curled around her like ice. She fisted the sheets in her hands, tensing her muscles, focusing on finding every last one. The air felt devoid of oxygen and the ache in her lungs was unbearable. Liquid nitrogen slithered and coiled around her joints and limbs, turning everything numb.
Ice in her gut, ice in her heart.
— He will never love me back, he will never love me back, he will never love me back.
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It had started like it always did: a last try that never was the last, an argument turnt into a fight, and fear and love mixed in a way that ended up strangling them both.
“I don’t believe you! I can’t fucking belie—”
"I hate you!" the force of the sudden words forced her to stumble backwards, holding her fingers to her lips, as if she could find the words there— as if she could put them back.
The words hung like an echo between them, ebbing in the silence.
"No, you dont," his voice sounded sad; remorseful. "you don't."
"I should... I should hate you."
“Maybe you should.”
She sunk down on the floor, holding her knees close to her chest trying to ward off the sobs pounding their way from within her chest and up her throat.
“Hey.. baby— don't.”
With her eyes pressed tight against her knees she didn't see him, but as he bent down she felt that presence of him that always clung to his skin like a vibrational aura. She hated how much comfort it brought her, still, in spite of everything.
His silvery fingers reached out to her ear, tucking a stray strand behind it.
The rest was history repeating itself, playing out like it always did:
Desperation grabbed a hold of her and she threw herself forward, attaching her lips to his in a kiss that tasted of the kind of love that refuse to let go.
“Don't leave me, just.. don’t leave..” It was all in rushed breaths between frantic kisses, with her arms wrapped tightly around his neck.
He took in a shuddering breath, pain of his own evident in the way he pulled her into his lap, how he held her just a bit too tight— the metal against her ribs a dull yet welcome ache.
“Don't.. please, please don't, Bucky, baby.. not again. Please don't.. I— “
He brushed her hair from her face, kissing her furiously as he collected it in a loose ponytail at her neck, pulling at it enough to put some distance between their lips.
“Tell me.” he croaked ut, voice hoarse and strained. There was nothing but pleading and open anguish in the abalone grey of his eyes.
Her chest was heaving as she looked at him through the tears pooling in her eyes. His grip on her hair forced her into an unnatural position, neck bent back but with her face up so she could see him. The hiccuped 'I love you' was barely louder than a whisper. Still it broke the dam.
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The sheets pooled around them, not as much as a thread between their bodies. Her fingers bore into his bicep, nails trimmed and short but still long enough to leave crescent moons on his fair skin. It was desperation, it was a pain and she wanted him to hurt too. Wanted him to feel what she felt: the churning anguish living in her bloodstream that, depending on him, could turn into splinters of fire or ice.
“I can't.. I can't..”
“I know, baby, I know.. Shh.” and he softly kissed the sobs from her lips as they spilled out one after one.
“Tell me, tell me again.”
“I love you, I love you, I love you, please..”
She clung to him, head raised against his shoulder, arms and legs wrapped around his torso and waist like she could somehow prevent what she knew was an inevitability; like wrapping herself so completely around him would somehow make him stay.
“Don't do it, Barnes.. Bucky.. James, please.. just,” her voice broke, “please..”
He moved in her like a cherished darkness. All consuming like the love of her life that simultaneously was the reason for her demise; he was the sweetest venom she knew, and he was running like wildfire through her veins.
“I'm here, love, I'm here.”
His lips were on her neck, whispering sweet nothings that were too quiet to reach her ears; his lips forming the words he were too scared to give sound.
She hated him. Hated how much she needed him, how desperately and fiercely she loved him, how he thoroughly consumed every inch of her and how she gladly let him. She hated the emptiness he created in the pit of her heart, the warmth he sparked in her skin that was left dead cold with his absence. She hated how he again and again made her breathless, and how he took the air with him every time he left.
“Stay with me? We can fix this, we can— ah ah!”
He held her closer, a sob hanging unleashed in his shaking breaths as the two of them moved together. A mess of hurt, of need, of pain and of love lost.
She traced the raised scars on his back, his tiger stripes as she once lovingly had called them, digging in her nails to create mirroring welts, that she could somehow pour some of her pain into his skin, leave it there so some of it could be his to bear.
He hissed, dragging his cheek to rub closely against hers. Asking again and again to tell him, to let him know, to assure that Yes, she was his, she loved him and in turn she asked him to stay and he humoured her, kissing reassurances into her collarbones, her breasts, her stomach, her thighs and palms: I'm here, I'm here, I'm here now.
— But you won't be.
With his fingers between her thighs he pulled her climax from her and with a wracked cry she followed the cresting wave over the top and down into the darkness that had room for nothing but the two of them: His skin against hers, the length of him moving unforgivingly inside her and the tiny sparks behind her closed eyelids that at the same time as bringing her pleasure seemed to mock her.
“You with me, baby?” Rough and anguished his voice rasped like stone in his throat.
Tears prickled the corners of her eyes.
“Always.”
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“Promise Made; Promise Kept - Chapter One (Willow)
Summary: Bucky and his daughter, Willow, ventures to “American Girl” for her 6th birthday present. Thanks to Rylee, Willow’s “personal shopper,” the afternoon turned into more than Bucky bargained for.
Pairings: Daddy! Bucky Barnes x OFC Rylee
OC: Willow Madisyn Barnes
Warning: Fluff
Word Count: 1,204
A/N: Congratulations to @jewels2876 on your first writing challenge. I’m deeply grateful to have been a part of the celebration. Also, thank you 3000 for taking time to beta. Sorry for being late. Hope it’s worth the wait.
Prompt: “Well, aren’t you the cutest little thing?”
COMMENTS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED!
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Flashback:
The sunset-bathed room glowed with hues of pink and yellow. Lounging on the sofa, Bucky stared at the newspaper in his lap. “Where is she?,” taking a glance at his watch. His wife, Amanda, should’ve been home by now. Their daughter, Willow, missed her momma.
Lately, Amanda spent more time AWAY from home than she did with her family. An uneasy feeling washed over him.
The sound of rocks and gravel meeting tires tore Bucky from his thoughts. Slamming the car door, Amanda stomped up the front steps.
Tossing a large envelope in Bucky’s lap, she said all she was going to say, apparently.
“Please sign.”
Taken aback, Bucky carefully opened the envelope, afraid of what he might find. “Doll, what’s going on? Divorce papers?” He threw them back on the table as he fell into his chair, the wind knocked out of him.
Amanda waved her arms wildly,“James, I can’t do this anymore. Being a wife and mother isn’t my idea of living. I’m a free spirit!”
His forehead wrinkled as he exploded.
“YOU CAN’T WHAT? BE MY WIFE, WILLOW’S MOTHER??”
Pointing her neatly manicured finger at him, Amanda proceeded to rant and rave a stream of degrading, insulting remarks, each one designed to cut Bucky deeper than ever before.
“BETWEEN YOUR FUCKING NIGHTMARES AND A CRYING BABY, MY NERVES ARE FRAYED. I’VE MET SOMEONE. THIS ISN’T HOW I WANTED YOU TO FIND OUT. SIGN, DAMMIT.”
The commotion must have awakened Willow. She whined, calling for her dada. Whimpering, Bucky held his baby girl close to his massive chest. “C’mon buttercup. ‘Just me and you. I promise to always be here for ya.” Pressing a kiss to the side of her head.
Bags sitting by the door, Amanda turned around, her gaze falling on Bucky and their daughter. Reaching for her mother, Willow met with contempt.
“Sorry sweetie, I’m off the clock.”
Bucky had always known Amanda was selfish, but this was still a shock. To abandon her family? It was beyond his comprehension. The selfish bitch was never getting near their daughter again.
As Willow hummed from her swing, Bucky leaned in, whispering in her ear,“Ya know Manda. The only good thing to come out of this shitshow is sitting in that swing. File those damn papers. I’m done. Fuck you.”
James Buchanan Barnes swore with his last breath, Willow would always know what unconditional love was. And that’s a promise he intended to keep.
2 weeks before the “Big 6”
Gigantic letters beckoned kids and grown-ups to the inviting glass doors. From the outside, one could spy rows upon rows of clothes, playsets and those coveted American Girl dolls. Bouncing on the balls of her feet, Willow Madisyn Barnes couldn’t contain her excitement. Bucky, attempting to quelch his anxiety, smiled at Willow. He knew how important this day was for her and he’d be damned if anything would ruin the moment.
“Daddy, are you alright?.” The store was bustling. Children roaming in wide eyed wonder from section to section, searching for the Holy Grail of accessories.
“Yes buttercup, I’m swell,” cerulean eyes darting around the store.
Meanwhile, Rylee Jeffries, Store Manager, observed the ‘deer in the headlights’ stare on Bucky’s face.
“Hi. My name is Rylee. Might I be of assistance?” Ebony eyes, dark auburn shoulder length hair.
Unable to form a coherent sentence, Bucky nodded.
Crouching down, Rylee introduced herself to Willow.
“Hello. My name is Willow Madisyn Barnes. This is my daddy, James Buchanan Barnes.”
“Nice to meet you Mr. Barnes and Willow.”
“You’re very pretty. My daddy is single. Are you?,” she smiled at Rylee.
Long eyelashes fluttering, “Thank you Willow. You’re a cutie pie.”
“You didn’t say if you were single or not,” Willow tilted her head.
Bucky’s cheeks tinted a pale shade of pink. “Buttercup, that’s not nice. M’sorry ma’am.’
Giving her waist a little jiggle, “Miss Willow, I am single. Since you’re such a sweet little girl, I’ll be your personal shopper for today.”
“Ma’am, that won’t be necessary, I’ll manage.” Bucky shouldn’t have lied. He needed all the help he could get.
Waving her hand, “Nonsense. It would be my pleasure.”
Willow’s slate grey eyes darted between her daddy and Rylee, smirk on her face.
“I-if you’re sure it ain’t too much trouble? We, uh ordered her doll online. Here’s the information.”
Electric currents flowed as Rylee gently brushed Bucky’s hand. “Have a seat over on the bench. I’ll be right back with your doll.”
Tiny arms wrapped around Bucky’s neck. “You’re the bestest daddy in the whole wide world.”
Adjusting her in his lap, “You’re m’best girl. I love ya like blueberry pie, with a scoop of Vanilla ice cream on top,” tickling her side.
As customers milled about the massive store, Rylee returned with Willow’s new doll.
Inside the box, dark brown curly pigtails, grey eyes like Willow’s, small freckles dusting her nose and cheeks.
Willow’s eyes beamed with delight. “Daddy, it’s Penny. Thank you Rylee.”
“Oh you’re welcome sweetheart. Ready for our shopping adventure?” Winking at Bucky, Rylee held Willow’s hand.
Everyone in a two block radius heard her yell, “YES PLEASE,” tugging Rylee’s hand.
Chuckling, Bucky tried to calm his overzealous 5 year old, to no avail. “Slow down, buttercup. Ya gonna snatch Rylee’s arm off.”
While selecting Penny’s playset, Rylee grabbed two outfits from the rack. One for Willow; another to match for Penny.
Rylee had an idea. Matching outfits for Willow and Penny. Of course, the excited 5 year old was on board. So, they scour the racks for the perfect top, leggings, tutu and tiara.
The vast selection of clothes yielded several options. Willow’s choices were eclectic, to say the least. Wearing a cute tiara and orange feather boa, Willow skipped to her waiting daddy.
“There you are. I thought you guys left town without me,” Bucky mused.
“No silly goose,” Willow giggled. “How do I look?”
After twirling her around, “Well, aren’t you the cutest little thing?”
“Thank you daddy.” Willow yawned, indicating her American Girl adventure was coming to an end.
“Lets’ get ya stuff paid for buttercup. Somebody needs a nap.”
Items paid for, car loaded, Bucky strapped Willow in her booster seat. Neither he nor Rylee wanted this to end.
“Listen, I dunno what I would’ve done without ya today. Thank you for everything.”
Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, “It’s no problem at all. I’m glad I could make Willow’s first ‘American Girl’ adventure joyous.”
“Um, Willow’s birthday is two weeks out. Would ya like to come?”
Rylee nodded, exchanging phone numbers with Bucky. “I’d better get her home. Mind if I call ya later?”
“Sure. My shift ends at 5:30 p.m., so make it around 8:30?”
“Swell, bye Rylee.”
“Talk to you later.”
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Birthday Surprise
Pairing: Stucky x Reader
Words: 491
Warnings: Fluff
A/N: This was written for @jewels2876‘s 700 Follower Writing Challenge. My prompt was “She’s in the building”. I hope you like it hon! If anyone wants to be tagged in future works, feel free to send me an ask and please leave feedback!
It was 5 pm at the Avengers Tower. But instead of starting to calm down as people started leaving after the workday ended, the common room in the living quarters was a flurry of activity as the heroes all raced around, putting last minute touches on decorations, checking on the table setting and making sure the food didn't burn.
In the center of this tornado stood two impeccably dressed men; Steve Rogers in tan pants with a dark blue shirt, its sleeves rolled up to the elbows and his golden hair neatly combed back; and Bucky Barnes is black pants with a midnight blue shirt, sleeves rolled up to the elbows and his chocolate curls swept back into a bun at the nape of his neck with only a few strands falling out to frame his face.
Both are fiddling with the collars of their shirts until Natasha swoops past, swatting at their hands. "Relax, she's going to love tonight," she reassures them.
"Are you sure? She said she didn't want to make a big deal of it," Steve frets, running his hands through his hair for what feels like the hundredth time that day.
"Yeah, this kinda feels like making a big deal," Bucky chimes in.
"Trust me, this is much more low-key than the party Tony wanted to throw," Wanda says with a smile as she places flowers on the dining table.
"It's not too late, I can still organize the Spanish strippers!" Tony calls out, "Friday, can you give me an ETA on our guest of honor?"
"She's in the building and on her way up, boss, ETA 30 seconds," the AI responds, sounding almost excited.
"Alright everyone, places!" Tony calls, hurrying to stand just behind the two supersoldiers.
There is a din as the elevator arrives and y/n steps out to a chorus of "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!". She clutches her heart, tears in her eyes. "You guys, this is amazing, you shouldn't have!" she smiles as she takes turns hugging everyone.
"To be fair, I voted to have Spanish strippers serenade you," Tony says with an impish grin.
"We wouldn't want my boyfriends getting upset, Tones, maybe another time," she grins back.
After a relaxing evening of eating the meal that Wanda and Vis had made, opening presents, the last of which is a locket from the boys with a picture of the three of them and the inscription "till the end of the line", they retire to their room to get ready for bed.
She gives them each a tender kiss, curling into their arms. "Thank you both so much for tonight, it was the perfect birthday."
"Anything for you Sweetheart," Steve murmurs, placing a kiss on her forehead.
"Yeah, we love you Doll," Bucky agrees, pressing his chest against her back.
"I love you too," she mumbles as she drifts off into a comfortable sleep with the two loves of her life wrapped protectively around her.
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The Woman
Prompt: She’s in the building.
summary : Mafia boss James”winter” Barnes is surprised when a WOMAN unexpectedly comes to see him.
Warnings : mention of blood and mafia, one bad word , slow burn / sexual implication.
all involved are over 18, one is over 100 but it doesn’t matter. read at your own risk. feedback is greatly appreciated.
This is literally the first official story iv’e written.This is also my submission for #julies1stwritingchallenge.
It felt eerily silent walking into the Titan fortress set in the middle of New York. To the untrained eye what might seem like a lull was what she knew was the eye of the storm, surrounded by walls of raging storms ,a ring of towering thunderstorms where the most severe weather and highest winds occur. Winds crushing objects into what they were before their creation. Nothing.
The tower was the epitome of luxury,a perfect facade for the horrors that went in here.The gamble of life and death that these people oh so dearly called business.The polished marble floors smooth enough to glide on, but none of these pleased Her. what she required lay at the heart of this titan. HE who led an empire as ruthlessly as the name given to him by the people.
she walked in through the massive lobby that led to the gorgeous gold and black onyx walls. she walked into the elevator and caught her reflection in the mirror. Her glorious mane of hair straightened to an inch of perfection ran the length of her back as though a waterfall of molten chocolate,Face bereft of makeup except for the succulent plum colored lipstick that adorned her lips which brought out the Gold of her skin. she ran her hand over her teal bodice of her dress and walked out of the chamber when the door opened for her To anyone that she passed she seemed celestial, but she wasn’t here for anyone.she wanted Him. Passing through yet another lobby she finally stood in front of her destination. A hard oak door was all that separated him from her.She turned the knob in her hand and silently entered the beautiful office. She dearly loved it as it showed the view of the entire skyline. she saw him on his chair sitting behind a magnificent wooden desk that hid his mile long legs from her view and his hands that had been responsible for many deaths hide his face. She knew he was no hero but he was still her’s.
She felt somewhat proud of herself to have a man this powerful earnestly beg for Her attention and be utterly grateful for her love,but the words out of his mouth made her stop dead in her tracks and regard him.
“ I’d kill for a blowjob” he said. Just then he heard his intercom beep with a message from who she assumed but probably was sure of was his head of security who was called the falcon. “she’s in the building”. He lifted his hands from his face and she felt his expression fade from one of excitement to that of utter horror.
“Hello darling” she drew out in her crisp British accent and he felt the ground slip form beneath his feet, he knew that she was a dangerous woman not in the same way he was but lethal nonetheless. He wordlessly reached into one of the drawers and contemplated picking out the SIG-Sauer P220 and shooting himself to escape his fate but forwent that and picked out a Cuban cigar and lit it. puffing out the smoke through a gorgeous ring that his lips formed .she strutted towards him.
“not quite the welcome i was expecting but nonetheless it will have to suffice”. she reached his desk and plucking the cigar out of his hand took a large inhale and blow it out slowly onto his alabaster face. “how’s that for a blowjob”.she couldn't help but admire the beautiful coloring of his cheeks or his sharp intake of breath, what did manage to satisfy her was the very obvious bulge in his very expensive suit and the fact that with a few words she had the king of new York under her.
she got up quickly and went to the door when she felt him release his breath.walking back she gently caressed his face saying “see you at 9″.before walking out. James knew he was in trouble,that one particular word had been banned in their relationship.He could tell she was seething with anger under that calm demeanor but deep inside he was as exited as he was fearful for what he knew would be a torturous night ahead.He knew she’d take care of him,make sure he was properly treated for his actions.
she was his woman after all. The only one for him .The woman
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Confident
Pairing: Stucky x Reader
Words: 487
Warnings: Fluff, blood, mobster au
A/N: This was written for @jewels2876‘s 700 Followers Writing Challenge. My prompt was Confident by Demi Lavato. I hope you like it hon! If anyone wants to be tagged in future works, feel free to send me an ask and leave feedback!
The meeting was supposed to start at 11 am, but it's now 11:30 and there is still no sign of the woman they call the Mistress of Evil. Steve and Bucky shuffle in their plush seats uncomfortably. The only sound to be heard is the steady tick-tock of the clock on the wall and their steady breathing.
Just as Bucky opens his mouth to speak, the doors open. In strides, a gorgeous woman; her long dark hair pulled into a sleek high ponytail; the black dress she wears accentuates her figure like it was made for her; her 5-inch heels click softly on the plush grey carpet as she goes to sit behind the large mahogany desk.
"Good morning gentleman, I apologize for keeping you waiting so long, but I'm afraid I first had to attend to an urgent matter," she says as she takes a tissue from the box on her desk to wipe away the droplets of blood adorning her knuckles before throwing it in the wastebasket and fixing the two men with a glittering smirk. "Now, what brings the King of Brooklyn and his Prince to me this fine morning?"
"We would like to offer you a deal; help us take down Tony Stark and we would owe you a favor in the future," Steve speaks, leaning slightly forward in his chair.
"And why exactly would I agree to this?" she asks as she props her feet on the desk, "I hold enough power to destroy Stark and take Manhattan for my own without your help, so tell me, Steven Rogers, just why exactly would I give it to you?"
"Everyone could use allies every once in a while. Help me, and you'll have one for life," the blond states, though it is clear he is also pleading, his eyes giving away his emotions.
"Very well, I agree. But on one condition, I want 25% shares in all major clubs owned by Howling Commando Enterprises. It is a growing business, one that will become very successful if we play our cards right," she settles further into her chair, raising one sculpted eyebrow.
"You're very arrogant for someone who only controls 12% of the city," Bucky scoffs, crossing his arms over his broad chest, despite Steve's warning glare he smirks.
"I'm not arrogant, I'm confident. Though I'm sure you are more familiar with the latter term, Mister Barnes, I would be more than happy to educate yourself and Mister Rogers on the difference, perhaps on a weekend getaway to Aspen? So, do we have a deal?" She looks back at Steve.
"Yes, we do, on both offers," he smirks as he stands to shake hands with her.
She walks around the table to grab both men by their ties and plant searing kisses on their lips. "I'll see you boys at home," she murmurs.
"Yes, mistress," they both moan quietly before they exit the office.
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MY WRITING CHALLENGE
700 Followers Unite!! I am ETERNALLY grateful for all my followers - it’s hard to believe I haven’t even been on here a year too
So let’s have a writing challenge!
DA RULES:
Participate by... Asks only please! Give me your song, prompt, or word along with your pairing
Dates: single so sure! Oh right! Yeah let’s start… 3/1/19
Final submission date: 6/1/19
Who you can write for … anyone! I’m a Marvel blog who reads SPN from time to time - but I’m open to reading just about anything, so when in doubt ASK! Any AU, trope, angst, fluff, smut, just write it - be brave! The song list is female-centric but this challenge is NOT.
**Stipulations**
Use Warnings! 18+ should be clearly defined, which means anyone under 18 getting caught not obeying warnings will be dismembered - kidding, but banning seems like a reasonable alternative and reporting if it gets crazy
No underage shenanigans - if you write smut, no de-aging to pair up the young’uns Peter, Shuri, Gwen Stacy, or Miles Morales
Speaking of smut, I’m not going to say no to it (I read it too) but PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE be 18+ to write and use your warnings for all triggers (if it’s a spoiler, please use your tags!) - see above point about joking dismemberment
Word Count: no pressure but if you get over 500, please use the “Keep Reading Link” If it’s going to be part of a series, please make sure your prompt is used in chapter 1, not chapter 19
Format: I’m pretty flexible - the usual stuff: pairing, word counts, WARNINGS (can’t stress this enough!) - if you do a summary, you’re better than me! - if you just do an A/N it’s cool too!
Use the hashtag #julies1stwritingchallenge in the first 5 tags, and make sure to tag me @jewels2876 - crazily enough I’m working a Bingo card (or two!) I picked up, plus co-hosting #StarSpangledBingo AND this crazy little thing called life, so give me… 48 hrs if I haven’t reblogged or commented on your fic
Lastly, I have created this lovely document so no one gets lost and I can put together a beautiful masterlist once it’s all done! Here ya go!
I have plenty of prompts so let’s start with … 1 per person. If you finish and want to grab another one, go for it!
Song List:
Done. - The Band Perry
I’m Real - Jennifer Lopez
Make It Real - The Jets
I Think We’re Alone Now - Tiffany shield-agent78
Out of the Blue - Debbie Gibson
Just A Kiss - Lady Antebellum
I Don’t Believe You - P!nk
Confident - Demi Lovato nerdy-bookworm-1998
I Could Fall In Love - Selena
Tribe - Kim Viera
So What - P!nk
Breathless - The Corrs
S.O.S. - Rihanna
Since U Been Gone - Kelly Clarkson
Ain’t No Other Man - Christina Aguilera
Where Do Broken Hearts Go - Whitney Houston
Run the World - Beyonce
WIthout Love - Mindy McCready
Karma - Jessica Andrews
Paper Gangsta - Lady Gaga
You Learn - Alanis Morissette
Hands on You - Ashley Monroe
Keep Holding On - Avril Lavigne littlemarvelfics
Again - Janet Jackson
Express Yourself - Madonna
Hot n Cold - Katy Perry
Prompt List:
#1: “Hey… what’s wrong with your face?”
#2: “Um, sorry. That one’s not for sale.”
#3: “Ah yes, come in. Close the door behind you.”
#4: “Hi, I’m calling about your ad?” devilbat
#5: “Well aren’t you the cutest little thing?” jamesbarnesappreciationsociety
#6: “I haven’t tried this on a human yet, but it should be very similar.”
#7: “Sometimes I feel like she’s still at my side.”
#8: “According to this, you owe them eighty thousand dollars.”
#9: “What? I meant it as a compliment.”
#10: “You were in a crash. Can you tell me your name?” acreativelydifferentlove
#11: “Sir. This is for children only.”
#12: “That’s the nice thing about telling the truth. You don’t have nearly as much to keep track of.” sherrybaby14
#13: “Do you trust me?” thing-you-do-with-that-thing and maid-of-mourne-shore
#14: “Even if I could stop it, I wouldn’t.” wintersoldierswhore
#15: “She’s in the building.” nerdy-bookworm-1998
#16: “Never heard of that being used as a murder weapon before.”
#17: “My chances of living to a ripe old age are unfortunately excellent.”
#18: “Of course we’re best friends. No one else would put up with our shenanigans.”
#19: “I can’t believe I used to think he was attractive.”
#20: “Does he hit you?” ruckystarnes w/stucky - writing-for-a-chance
#21: “Well, that could’ve gone better.” 221bshrlocked
Word List:
Fault
Cimmerian
Leaves
Growl
Sometimes
Hero - lookwhatyoumademequeue
Dying
Halcyon
River
Style
Chocolate
Pyrrhic
Horizon
Simple
Scream
Dreams
Eavesdrop
Short
Inglenook
Seek messy-random-bitch
Friendship
Story
Photograph
Target
Cynosure
Tagging my list to join or just signal boost, please & thank you!
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@221bshrlocked @suz-123 @senorita-stucky @devilbat @jpat82 @caramell0w @spookyscaryskeletonsus @theoneanna @lilybellsworld @inlovewith3 @mrs-captain-evans @crazybutconfidentaf @nerdy-bookworm-1998 @sillyboyscomicsareforgirls @shield-agent78 @lokiandbuckyaremine
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MY WRITING CHALLENGE
I’m going to go ahead and start the master list on 6/1 for everyone that’s already written - but for anyone that’s still writing or just had life happen, take your time! Some people joined late and with the amount of prompts I had, if someone wants to pop in, I’m open!
Here’s the main post if anyone wants/needs it! And the link to add your post to my Google doc one last time!
Thanks in advance for all the lovely stories already written, and those waiting to be told!
Tag list currently signed up: @maid-of-mourne-shore @shield-agent78 @nerdy-bookworm-1998 @littlemarvelfics @seb-evans @devilbat @jamesbarnesappreciationsociety @amberandmetal @aryastarss @sherrybaby14 @until-theend-oftheline @wintersoldierswhore @ruckystarnes @221bshrlocked @lookwhatyoumademequeue @messy-random-bitch
Tag list everyone else: @patzammit @sarahivi @lokiandbuckyaremine@ticklikeabomb @octo-cow52 @courtmr
@xxloki81xx @woodworthti666 @greenarrowhead @lovely-dreamer19 @moonbeambucky @yafriendlyfangirl @lilyrosebae @after-avenging-hours @white-chocolate-mocha-fan @marvelc00kie35 @thejemersoninferno@lionheo04 @dewy-biitch @bitsandbobsandstuff @readitandweepfics @lokilvrr@lostinthoughtsandfeelings-blog @theimpossibleg1rl @princess-evans-addict @stuckyfox @4theluvofall @loricameback @moondancewrites @halcyonrogers
@writing-for-a-chance @ruckystarnes @angryschnauzerwrites
@suz-123 @senoritastucky @jpat82 @caramell0w @spookyscaryskeletonsus @lilybellsworld @inlovewith3 @mrs-captain-evans @crazybutconfidentaf @sillyboyscomicsareforgirls @mackevanstanfan80 @jebra1999 @the-wayward-robot @renanyx @notyourtypicalrose @boldlybeardedgiver @thenormreedus @theoneanna
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do you have a writing challenge? If so how do i enter?
Im on mobile so I can't link it, but yes! Basically pick a prompt from the list, let me know which one and your pairing via ask, and get writing! I have a Google doc to put your finished product on so i can make a pretty master list 😁
You can search by my tag #julies1stwritingchallenge for the main post and prompts
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Hey, congratulations on the 700! I would love to join your writing challenge. May I have prompt #11 Sir. This is for children only for Bucky? Thanks :)
Thanks so much! And yes it's all yours!!
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Hi, dear! I would like to participate in you writing challenge, if that's okay 😊 can I be responsible for prompt #19, pairing Chris Evans and reader??
Heck yeah you can!!
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