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eugesounds · 2 years

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Tuesday Night Record Club

I can not accurately describe my excitement as I was awaiting for this album to arrive via FedEx. I ordered it a few weeks back when I had been asked to be the Guest Presenter at a Tuesday Night Dallas Record Club meeting. I thought long and hard about which album I would present and had even done a post about my "Top 10" albums of all time a few years ago. But my invite from Joshua Graham was pretty specific, "Guests present an album that made an impact on them. Then we hang out and listen and basically nerd out musically!"

With that in mind, it was clear which album I would choose and my hunch was confirmed as I was unpacking this beauty. The exuberant refrains of the opening overture "Don't Be That Way" came to mind and I was downright as giddy at that moment as I was almost 50 years ago upon hearing it for the 1st time. I listened to this album so much that I could actually play along with it on a wooden recorder that I had gotten with an extra book of Green Stamps that my mom had leftover.

Benny Goodman was one of my idols and I was so very fortunate to see him perform live in a beautiful old theater in 1975. My mom and dad took a bunch of my musician friends and I to see the King of Swing and his septet which included these jazz luminaries: Herbie Green, Slam Stewart, Bucky Pizzarelli, Hank Jones, Ray Mosca and Marvin Stamm. It was one of the most memorable evenings of my life and it definitely had a huge (and lasting) impact on me.

At that time Benny was 66 and still matching the grit and energy of the young lions who shared the stage with him that night. I remember thinking "I can see myself doing this when I'm 'old like he is'! It made an indelible impression on me that he was playing, sounding great, and obviously enjoying the whole experience that evening, and that thought has definitely remained with me to this day.

I love just about every track on this 2 record set. But the ones that stand out and the ones I'll shall share with the club are (in no particular order):

If I Had You - Though this is a "big band" album, many of the tracks feature either Benny or members of the mostly Euro group in smaller settings. This track has the King of Swing in superb form playing with piano, bass, drums, and the beautiful accompaniment of Bucky Pizzarelli on guitar.

Don't Be That Way - This track features the amazing big band and soon after it launches you can hear the applause of familiarity from the audience, many of whom were no doubt old enough to remember the hay day of dance bands. It's not particularly "rousing" until the sudden drum fills and familiar refrain of the main theme near the end. I also always loved the simple double quarter note ending! There are a number of big band features on the album including String of Pearls, Dear Dave, One O'clock Jump, and Sing, Sing, Sing, but this this one is may favorite.

Body and Soul - Before I heard this version I had only known Benny to take the melody, and the beautifully understated version by Ben Webster. But here Benny cedes the lead to alto saxophonist Bob Burns. His tone on this cut is one of the very first sounds that I truly wanted to emulate and I was astounded that he could carry the tune as a soloist in a small combo setting. I had no idea how to read or play chord "changes" but I could hear what he was doing and wanted to learn how. (Still a work in progress).

Poor Butterfly - Once again Benny is featured in a small combo setting. This is probably the first tune I actually played along with on the old "Green Stamp" Hohner recorder. I was enamored with Benny's tone and feel on this ballad. He seemed to always make his fills work out so perfectly, both rhythmically and harmonically. I had the same insight years later when I saw Eric Clapton perform live. I realized that he was so far and away better at his instrument than anyone else on stage, and that has always stuck with me.

Venus H.B. (Turkish March) - Believe it or not this track features drummer Bobby Orr on a "standard Venus #2 drawing pencil". He's "playing" Mozart's famous Turkish March and though I'm not exactly certain how it's done, I can imagine Benny got such a kick out of seeing him perform this parlor trick at some point that he decided to include it on the program. You can hear the delight of both the audience members and his band mates as he no doubt contorts his face and taps his teeth (?) throughout. Pretty great stuff!

This entire album is available on YouTube but I am very excited to have been able to find it again on vinyl. The reviews I've read are "tepid", but for me, this album was exciting and "new" to my young and developing ears. The final cut is a tune Benny played to end many of his shows. It's a somber but beautiful melody called "Goodbye" written by Gordon Jenkins in 1935. And as I listen to it now I'm a bit emotional hearing Benny thank the audience as the band winds down it's final few bars.

The Record Club event was really fun - stay tuned for a post about what transpired!

#BennyGoodman #Vinyl

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kelsiejayy · 2 years

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Hi! Could I have a Stranger Things and Marvel ship.

Preferably males if that’s ok.

I’m an Aquarius Sun with a Pisces moon and an Aries Rising. My personality type is ENFP. I’m very much a girly girl. I love bright colors such as yellow, pink, orange, and green. Pastels are also beautiful. I am absolutely in love with love. I love the idea of soulmates more than I would say most people do. I’m also a huge nerd and love things like Marvel, DC, Star Wars, Puzzles, Reading, etc… I also really love to swim. I love nature and flowers. I love to examine relationships people have with others. It allows me to understand them better and learn how to help them communicate and have healthier relationships. I also love watching and reading character/relationship analysis posts/videos. I love perfume and I love to wear rings, necklaces and earrings. I plan to get a nose piercing and multiple ear piercings soon. I and super extroverted and I care deeply about those that I am close to, however, I also just tend to care about those I’m not close with and will put a lot of weight into their opinions of me (this is something I’ve been working on. I try to see the best in everyone. I can be super stubborn at times and I know that I tend to have a big personality that can overwhelm others, so something I find myself not being able to fully be myself with others. However, I find that I can be somewhat of a social chameleon and make myself fit with people with all different types of interest and personalities.

hi thank you for your request!

STRANGER THINGS: eddie!

i think you and eddie would be such a cute couple and hear me out. i think eddie would view you as a pure and cute person and want nothing more then to love and protect you. eddie defiently does tease you for your more girly taste and aesthetic but he really does love it. when he takes you on dates they're usually just walks through the forest or going out for coffee. he loves the way you are so interested in people and studdying them. i think he does the same thing and tries to analyze why people act the way they do so you guys bond over that. you are a bit more extroverted then he is but it would be a good mix. i think eddie would totally agree with you soulmates aspirations and would call you his soulmate all the time just to see you smile. he's one of the few people who i think anybody can truly be who they are when they're around him.

MARVEL: bucky!

even though he has been through a lot i would like to believe that part of bucky's heart still lives in the 40s. i feel like that classic type of romance would 100% match you both. the feeling of soulmates and really pure love that was meant to be the end all be all is what you guys would have. bucky is also always playing into the gentlemen role of getting you flowers, calling you sweet names, and taking you out to a nice restaurant. although at the end of the day he just wants to spend time with you so he'll do anything you ask. i think he would definitely get you jewelry a lot too. small necklaces and bracelets, stuff he knows you can wear all the time. when you get your nose pierced he would be so intrigued but also think it is one of the hottest things he's ever seen. this boy would be down so bad lmao.

i hope you enjoyed! if you have any feedback feel free to leave it i love hearing what y'all think!

if you would like to request a ship head over to my blog they are open as of 6/27!

#ships #stranger things ship #stranger things #stranger things request #stranger things imagines #stranger things fic #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson ship #eddie munson x reader #bucky ships #bucky imagines #bucky barns #bucky barns imagine

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viltrumitesuperboy · 3 years

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Treat Them Right (Peter Parker x Male Reader)

Last second decision cause it’s Valentine’s Day. Also it’s short but that’s not my problem lmao

Requested by: @iliumheightnights Can you please write a peter parker x male reader where peter keeps getting distracted thinking of a date and the avengers think it's a girl so they give him all of these tips on how to "treat a lady right" but then his boyfriend shows up.

Word count: 1195

CW: mentions of reader as female

Any day Peter went to the tower, he was prepared for everything that could possibly go wrong. His table would explode, a supervillain would crash through the window, everything he worked on was deleted from his computer.

The worst one was when anyone he knew came to embarrass him in front of other people.

It was rarely a problem because he had little contact with other people when he was working. If he was going into another lab, he didn't worry so much that anything would go wrong because talking to other people kept him distracted from that worry. But someone embarrassing him in front of an Avenger? He might as well just die on the spot.

A week ago, his boyfriend had mentioned that it was going to be their one year anniversary since their first date. He was zoning out for parts of the day, both stressing over how he ever found someone so amazing and what he'd have to do to avoid disaster.

"Peter! Come here. I want you to meet someone."

He turned away from the scientists currently working on a project to see his mentor.

"Mr. Stark! Uh, I'm just finishing up here," he said.

"No worries. Come in, Bruce. No one's bite is worse than yours, I promise."

There was a quiet muttered complaint, and Peter turned back to the table to work on the hologram.

"Radiation is still dangerous, even as a source of energy. It might give the Hulk his powers, and probably Spider-Man — not that I would know, I've never met him. I mean, I could! Anyway, it doesn't mean it's not still dangerous. So keep that in mind when you're working with this stuff."

He made a vague hand gesture waving at the hologram that he definitely did not learn from Tony. Just as he started to head for the door, he was stopped by a voice.

"Hey, these are my papers! That's great. There's a section over here you might want to take a look at."

Peter then saw Bruce Banner swiping through a pdf that was on one of the holograms. He smiled up at Peter.

"Peter! I can't believe we haven't met yet. You're doing great work here," Dr. Bruce Banner, world-renowned scientist and former refugee, said to Peter Parker, skinny nerd still in school.

"Uh. Thank... you..." Peter responded, a little starstruck.

Even after meeting Avengers personally, it was still a surprise to see them. The world made them seem untouchable, but Peter knew they weren't. Seeing any of them in person was like a fever dream.

"Kid, this is Bruce. Bruce, Pete. We have somewhere to go," Tony said suddenly.

"Oh, okay. Bye!" Peter managed to say before he was swept out of the room.

When they got in the elevator, Tony finally spoke.

"So, Peter! I heard something very important came up and you are gonna need to have a talking to."

"I'm gonna what?!" Peter squeaked.

Then he was in the sitting room. It was usually the most comfortable place on the tower's "Avengers" floors. Now it was the most terrifying situation he'd ever been in.

Every single Avenger (minus Tony) and friends were sitting in a semicircle around Peter. They all stared at him in silence. His eyes were wide open as he stared right back.

"Am I being inducted into a cult?" he whispered just loud enough for everyone to hear.

"You have an anniversary coming up," Natasha said from her standing position as she crossed her arms. "A year is very important, Peter."

"You need to plan this properly," Rhodes said.

"And if she's not happy with what you plan, expect us to be ten times as unhappy," Clint added.

Peter opened his mouth to correct him, but Steve cut him off.

"You know, I might have been born a while ago, but most important things you need to know are going to be from us. If you don't treat her right, she'd be the least of your worries," he said.

He glanced at Bucky, who was cracking his neck. His face said "murder." Peter shrunk in on himself.

"Where's Mr. Stark?" he asked.

"He's in a meeting," Natasha said.

"Okay," he meekly responded.

Thor shuffled in his comfortable seat on the sofa.

"My people treat their romantic partners as their equals. If one is too slow in courting a partner, their relatives will find it suspicious and will seek blood. But I'm sure that's not the case," the god said with a reassuring smile.

It was not reassuring.

"I don't want to inconvenience you or anything, but I don't know why I'm here. I thought I was just supposed to work on something with Tony," Bruce said.

"Banner," Natasha snapped. "Give him some advice and then you can leave."

"Uh, I don't know, flowers? Girls like that, right? Look, I'm busy. It was nice to meet you, Peter. I hope we get to work on something together."

He walked away. Dr. Bruce Banner, world-renowned scientist, just told Peter that he wanted to work with him. For science stuff.

This was the best and worst day of his life.

"Okay, if you're going to a restaurant or anywhere that requires sitting at a table, you pull the chair out for her. And you make sure you check in, make sure she's comfortable," Sam said from his spot.

"You gotta make her feel like she's the only girl for you. And there's nothing better than personally bringing her somewhere that would mean a lot to the both of you," Bucky said.

"If your partner slaps you in the face, you think hard about what you did wrong," Thor absentmindedly mumbled, playing with some gadget he found on the coffee table.

"From what I've seen with Pepper and Tony, just don't be stupid. Be on time and make sure you do nice things for her," Rhodes said.

"I'd like to inform you that someone is coming up," FRIDAY chirped from the ceiling.

"Who?" Natasha snapped.

They all turned to see the private elevator open to reveal a boy. They readied their weapons, though Thor didn't seem too bothered. He swung the hammer around lazily.

"Uh... am I interrupting something?" you asked.

"Who are you? How did you get up here?" Rhodes demanded.

"I'm... here for Peter. Hey, you aren't, like, inducting him into a cult or anything, right?" you said.

"That's what I said!" Peter exclaimed.

He rushed away from the group into your arms, nearly toppling the both of you over. You held out a single flower, which he huffed and blushed at.

"Avengers, this is my boyfriend," Peter announced.

"That's unexpected," Steve said.

"I was saying 'partner' the whole time," Thor said. "None of you caught on."

"Are you ready, Peter? We've got somewhere to be," you said.

"Aye, aye, Captain!" Peter automatically responded.

"Dude, if you do Spongebob in front of me one more time, I will take the flower."

"No!"

The elevator doors closed behind the both of you, leaving the Avengers to discuss the events themselves.

"I'm here," Tony said, entering the room with Pepper and Bruce. "Did I miss anything?"

#x male reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker x male reader #peter parker x male!reader #peter parker imagine #male reader #male reader insert #request

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emwritesstuff · 3 years

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breaking and entering | bucky barnes x reader

summary: The last time you’ve experienced a break-in, you ended up having to wear a scarf to work for a week. It’s all Bucky Barnes’ fault, really – the man seems to not know the rules of proper social interaction, including how texting you back is better than breaking into your apartment.

To be fair, you did offer him your first aid kit.

notes: FOLKS. So I wrote a sequel to my one-shot, housesitting. It’s now a two-shot. If you want to read it for context, go right ahead, but it’s not super necessary. In good timing, too, because that one just went over 1000 notes?! What the hell. You guys are awesome. (i also wanted to try my hand at writing smut, so here we are oop)

warnings: SMUTTY SMUT SMUT. 18+, minors DNI and all that. Please and thanks. Also: canon-divergence (avengers tower team stuff), language. (word count: 4K)

“I just think you should get around, you know. You’re still young. You’re not terrible looking–”

“Gee, thanks Tony.” You poke the wires of the spider-like drone you’re working on, another one of Peter and Tony’s Wednesday Insanities, and its metal legs twitch.

“– and even those people have more sex than you.”

You raise your eyes to stare at him, dumbfounded. The only way this could get any more inappropriate would be if Peter wasn’t at school at the moment.

“I get around plenty. Why are you so obsessed with my sex life anyway? You’re my boss.”

“Precisely. I’m also your friend. Anyway, when was the last time you’ve been with someone?”

You peer at him over your coffee mug. “You mean third base or?”

“How old are you, fifteen?” There’s a pause where all you do is stare at Tony Stark. He rolls his eyes. “Yeah. Third base.”

“Like, a month ago for about 10 minutes. What? I’m just so busy.”

The third base bit is true – the social media assistant you went out for drinks with last month had swept you off your feet for a whopping 6-something minutes before collapsing next to you on the bed and start talking about the future of picture-based social networking for the remaining 4.

You decide that your little encounter with Bucky Barnes can stay off Tony’s realm of knowledge for the rest of eternity. Because it’s a private thing.

And not because you and him had texted each other on and off for a whole two days, and then Bucky never texted you back.

Definitely not because of that.

“Even I do it once a week, at least.”

From his corner of the lab, Bruce sighs. He’s probably regretting not having earplugs right now, and honestly, so are you.

“You’re literally married.”

“Exactly! I’m married, and still get more action than you do.”

You set your screwdriver down and grab your coffee again. It’s your third mug of the day, and it’s not even noon. Needless to say, your braincells are bouncing around like popcorn kernels inside a microwave.

You feel a little unhinged, and very mouthy, as a certain metal-armed man would say. “Sure, but you’re married to Pepper. If I was married to Pepper, oh boy, we’d–”

“Don’t, no no, no, don’t finish that. Nope. Shush. I’ll fire you.”

“You can’t fire me, I’m like, 99% of the brains in this lab.” You roll your eyes, twirling on your chair. Now even Bruce is looking at you. “Okay, I’m the looks of this lab. Any who, you’d be nothing without me. Just a bunch of fucking nerds.”

The spider drone is up and running, and you pull up a screen to control its movements. It’s still wobbly, like a baby deer, but it works. You wonder if the propulsors you’ve been working on could be incorporated to it, and make it into those terrifying flying spiders you’ve seen on nature documentaries.

You just might be the brains and the looks.

Bucky did say you were pretty, after all. And annoying, but that was a no-brainer.

You hate yourself for it, but you actually kind of liked him – you liked his pretty blue eyes, pink lips and long hair, you liked talking to him over the phone, and you liked vacuum cleaning the inside of his mouth with yours.

That other night felt unfinished, and not just from a sexually frustrated nerd standpoint.

Goddamnit, you were in deep already.

Not that it mattered now, because he didn’t seem as interested as you were, and that is fine. It’s life.

It’s totally fine.

“Hey kid, come back to Earth.”

You rub your face, thankful you got up too late to put on any kind of makeup. “You guys really need to stop calling me kid already.”

“Who else is calling you kid?”

“Uhm—? No one.”

Tony has his face nested in his hands, eyeing you with interest. You knit your eyebrows, and suddenly your work is very compelling. So much so that you have to sit correctly in your chair, turn your back to your boss-friend and start fiddling with the designing software on your computer.

“Because that sounds like a Rogers thing to do. And if he is—”

“As much as I’d love to add fuel to your love-hate fire with Steve, no, he didn’t do anything.”

He scoffs, reiterating for the last time that there wasn’t love in this fire, but you know better.

Thankfully, that is good enough to make him leave you alone to work in peace.

As if Tony Stark being a little too invested in your love life wasn’t enough to make it for a less-than day, heavy rain plagues New York City just when you’re trying to get home. It’s absolute chaos, as expected. The trains get delayed and that leaves you with two choices: facing the 5-station-long walk home, in the rain, or waiting for god knows long in a crowded and sweaty underground platform.

Anything is better than standing for hours in a musty tunnel.

That’s what you repeat to yourself as your shoes squelch every time you take a step.

“Ugh. Ew, water. Rain water. On my feet. Warm from my feet. Fuck me, fuck me sideways.”

You wish you were one of those romantic people who saw beauty in the rain, but right now you are soaked, cold, hungry, your feet hurt and you are starting to regret leaving your dry and sunny hometown to become a scientist or whatever.

You wrestle against the iron door of your apartment complex – really, only the neighbors are complex – the building itself is a repurposed rowhouse, the typical New York accommodation, complete with fire stairs outside and everything.

Once you close yourself into the warmth of the hall, the smell of spices coming from Mr. Bakshi’s apartment fills your nose and you smile. You’ll have to come knock on his door for curry later.

He’ll swat you with a wooden spoon and send you off running, but at the end of the day you’ll have a warm bowl of food on your lap and a life lesson given to you unprompted.

The stairs are your last nemesis before arriving at your apartment, and you try to catch your breath while you turn the key in.

Your apartment isn’t as nice as Steve’s – in your humble opinion, at least. There’s a constant background sound of either pipes creaking, people living their lives in the apartments above or beside you, or on the streets below. The landlord turns off the heating after 9 p.m., and your bathtub has a leak he’s been ignoring for the past couple of months.

It’s still your home, though, your safe place, and you’ve been living in it for so long you can make your way around everything in the dark, with your eyes closed.

That means that when you get inside, you don’t turn on the lights. You swing your bag over a hook that’s by the door. You kick off your wet shoes and jacket.

“Got caught in the rain?”

You scream.

Your eyes dart wildly around your dark apartment, stopping at the figure sitting on your favorite chair. Long, dark hair. Blue eyes. Metal arm.

Slowly, you peel yourself from the wall.

It’s Bucky.

Your heart is still hammering inside your ribcage.

“What the fuck,” You punch the light switch on. “who do you think you are, the Winter Stalker?”

He’s not wearing his tactical gear, instead clad in a leather jacket and dark wash jeans, but your first aid kit is sitting by his feet. His eyes flick to it for a second before returning to you, his boot nudging the box lightly.

To be fair. You did offer it to him that one time.

“You shouldn’t leave your window unlocked. ‘S not safe.”

“Would it have stopped you?”

“Not really.”

You groan, and stomp to your bedroom. You think about asking just how he got your address, but last week you tweeted it during a drunk rage, so you’re sure he’s not the only person to know exactly where you live.

Still, the audacity of him.

Your wet clothes are starting to weigh on you, but you suddenly miss the wet shirt that has been tossed on the floor when Bucky appears, leaning on the doorway.

He looks at the wall when he realizes you noticed him staring at you in your bra, and you laugh.

“So now we’re pretending you care about privacy.”

“I’m trying here.”

“Well, try harder,”

You go up to him, and under the light you can see he barely has any visible injuries. Why was he even here, then? “and leave my private bedroom.”

He rolls his eyes, but does what you say. You slip into your old college sweatshirt, the one without any holes, and a pair of leggings once he’s out of sight.

The leggings are a little bit of a stretch. But this is Bucky Barnes, and he looks hot even dirty and sweaty from kicking some bad guy’s asses, more so now that he’s clean, and you think you should at least try to not look like a gremlin for once.

You don’t miss how his eyes linger on your form as you come back to the living room. You’re annoyed as hell, that much is true.

But the way he swallows sends your ego soaring like a dove in a country wedding.

Never mind that those doves usually fall down pathetically five seconds later; your ego will not.

When you enter your small kitchen, it’s pristine – which is saying something, because your kitchen is never pristine. Sure, it’s always clean enough, but because you never cook. You’re positive you left a few dishes in the sink and breadcrumbs on the counter before you left in the morning, though, and those have vanished.

You turn to Bucky, who’s now back on the armchair you found him in earlier. “Did you clean my kitchen?”

“It was messy.”

Guy’s a keeper.

You’re a little offended by his wording, though. It was decent, not messy. Not great, not awful.

“Uh—it wasn’t? That’s so rude.”

“Not if it’s true.”

Out of spite, you take a mug from the cabinet and a spoon from the drawer and throw it in your sink. Bucky’s looking at you as if you’ve grown a second head, and you smirk.

“So you came here to clean my kitchen and use my first aid kit?”

“I wanted to see ya’ too, doll.”

There we go with the nickname again. Your legs feel like jelly when his eyes meet yours, but you soon remember that he’s been ghosting you and they regain their solidity.

“Well, yeah, but then you could’ve texted me back.” Checkmate.

Bucky exhales and rests his elbows on his knees, hands intertwining. You wonder if he’s trying to find his words or if he’s assessing the cleanliness of your floor.

“I was out on a mission and things got complicated—” He shakes his head, and reaches for the Rubrik’s cube on your coffee table. “but then it was days later and I felt like just texting you wasn’t enough. I’m not very good at this. I’m sorry.”

You don’t know how to play chess. Not a clue, really.

And now you feel a little bad for giving him a hard time, because he is an old man and probably hasn’t had to maintain normal relationships with pretty much anyone outside of his conjoined twin, Steve Rogers.

“Look, I know this is probably all new for you.” With a resigned exhale, you sit on the table in front of him. “But all I needed was one text.”

“I know—”

“To stop me from thinking you were ignoring me on purpose.”

His face falls, and you smile softly. “You wouldn’t be the first. I am a little weird.”

“You are.”

“Hey!”

Bucky laughs, and suddenly you’re hypnotized by the flashing white of his teeth. “I like it.” His attention turns back to the Rubrik’s cube, and he frowns. “I thought I knew how to do this one.”

It’s your time to laugh. “You can’t. I changed the places of the stickers.”

His brows knit deeper, and it’s like your second head grew a third. “Why?”

You extend your hand and he deposits the toy on your palm.

“Makes for a good conversation starter. Like a little coffee table mystery. It also keeps fools occupied.”

“Are you callin’ me a fool?”

“You were occupied.”

Bucky’s shaking his head, but the corners of his lips are tugged up. Your smile grows larger. He takes your hand and pulls you to him, and you land with your knees on each side of his thighs.

“Hi.”

“Hi.” His flesh hand now travels up and under your sweatshirt, so warm that you shiver. “I guess I deserve being the fool. I should’ve texted you.”

You lean in, bringing your hand up to the back of his neck and tangling your fingers in his hair.

“Yeah, you should’ve.” You close the remaining distance between you and Bucky, kissing him long and deep. He slips his tongue over yours, which feels downright illegal, and you melt; all that pining and sighing around you’ve been doing culminate into it.

Bucky seems to notice, because he raises his metal hand to cup your face, steadying and dominating, but his cool fingers do little to snuff out the fever that’s building up inside you. On the contrary, really.

The back and forth movement of your hips makes Bucky groan. He plants his hands firmly on both your thighs, and looks up at you. There’s hunger in his eyes, and you can’t say your appetite doesn’t match his at the moment.

“No IKEA furniture to stop us now.”

Bucky smirks, and your sweatshirt is lifted up your body and thrown across your living room. You and Bucky realize you forgot to put on a new bra earlier.

Oops.

“Goddamn, doll.”

You capture his lips on yours again, and your fingers work to rid him of his leather jacket, which gets hurled away as well. It should be impossible, but Bucky in a Henley shirt might be hotter than anything else you’ve seen him wear.

Your leggings are the next to go, and you moan quietly over the friction of your underwear against his jeans once you straddle him again. Bucky guides your head to the side, planting his lips to your neck.

He teases and nips at the sensitive skin, and you can’t help yourself but go back to grinding on him. You gasp and moan when he slips a finger inside you. “Bucky—”

“Fuck, I could get used to hearing that.” He works you up, and you have to bite your lip to stop you from becoming – much more of – a mess too soon. “Say it again. Moan my name, beautiful.”

You’re happy to oblige him, his name falling out of your mouth like a prayer, pleading for something you weren’t sure of, most likely him. Bucky. Bucky.

“Ah—Bucky,” You move your thumb across his lips as you’re trying to brace yourself, and he flashes that brilliant smile again. “bedroom.”

Bucky nods, but shows no signs of stopping his ministrations so you two can move from the small armchair to your bed. He adds another finger in, and your breath hitches.

“Cum for me. Then we’ll go.”

It’s as if your body is eager to do everything he says, because as soon as the words leave his mouth you feel the familiar coil in your belly. Bucky moves his fingers inside of you almost painfully slow, making you bury your head on the crook of his neck to stay grounded.

It’s between your moans and pants and Bucky’s coos that you reach your peak, orgasm exploding inside you as you rock against his hand.

“Attagirl.”

You laugh at his praise, mostly to hide how much you loved it; you’re still a little dazed when Bucky gets up, gripping the soft flesh of your thighs and lifting you up with him.

You have no choice but let him carry you to the bedroom – not that you had anywhere else you wanted to be right now – and deposit you on your bed gently. After a quick sweep of his eyes across your room, he smirks at you.

“Your room’s messy.”

“Oh dear god. What, you want to tidy up a little first?” You close your fist around the hem of Bucky’s shirt, pulling him towards you. He looks at you through hooded lids, and you smirk. “Right. You don’t. Get your ass over here.”

He kisses you tenderly, finding place between your legs and pressing against your bare chest. The roughness of the shirt against your breasts is a wonderful contrast to the sweetness of the kiss, and you sigh against Bucky’s mouth.

“It’s an orderly mess. I know where everything—” You almost forget what words are when he begins a trail of kisses down your neck, stopping to lick the line of your jaw and nibble on your earlobe. “—where everything is.”

His hand travels down your torso and stops at the elastic band of your panties. “You talk too much.”

The gruffness of his voice gives you goosebumps, and you nearly lose it.

This man. It’s like he does it on purpose.

“So you’ve said,” You quip back, pushing one of Bucky’s shoulders so he’d fall on the mattress and you would be on top of him instead.

The few seconds you spend away from his body heat leaves you shivering, from either the sudden shift in temperature, excitement or even the way Bucky watches you from his spot on your bed.

One leg on each side of his body, you can feel the pressure and heat of his bulge against your (still clothed) core as you lean in to kiss him.

No shit, it’s for sure how he’s looking at you. As if you were a full course meal and he hasn’t eaten in days.

You fiddle with the button and zipper of his jeans as he tosses his Henley aside. You’ve seen him shirtless before, but seeing his bare torso, the strong lines of his shoulders and the glint of the metal arm under the dim light of your bedroom is enough to make you feel dizzy.

Bucky’s hand comes to rest on the side of your face, thumb stroking your cheek as you kneel down in front of him and begin feeling him over the material of his briefs.

“You don’t have to do—that.” He says when you free his cock from his underwear.

“Want to,” You stroke him slowly with one hand and plant a kiss on the head. “Want you so badly.”

Bucky’s voice is husky with need. “Feeling’s very mutual, doll.”

He groans when you lean down to lick a strip on the underside of his dick and suck on the tip, his fingers interweaving in your hair as you take more of him in your mouth and start bobbing your head up and down.

Bucky guides your head languidly – hell, lovingly almost – his breath becoming laborious while you concentrate on pleasing him. His hand closes in your hair and he pulls you off him gently, your lips leaving his cock with a pop.

“C’mere,” He says, still using the hand on the back of your head to bring you up and towards him.

He kisses you deeply, his tongue tracing your bottom lip as if asking permission to go inside and slide against yours.

With one hand to your waist he flips you onto the bed, now leaning over you with a smirk. He presses his lips down your jaw and neck and you exhale, throwing your head back for a moment before resting your back fully on the mattress.

You gasp when he takes one of your breasts in his mouth, air puffing out of your lungs as his tongue swirls over a nipple. You breathe his name out and feel him smile against your skin.

Bucky’s flesh hand travels down your body, finds the hem of your panties and pulls it down, your legs folding closer to your chest to help him remove it completely.

Your breath fails again when he inserts two fingers in, your toes curling at the same time he curls his digits inside of you, thumb coming to trace circles against your clitoris.

“I—Bucky,”

He trails kisses up to your lips this time, humming encouragements as you roll your hips and come undone on his hand. “You’re so beautiful when you cum for me.”

You think you could do it again to the sound of his voice alone.

With both hands at the back of his neck you kiss him hard, keening as he grinds against you and renewed, intense want builds up.

“Buck—ah, I need you,” You moan, now even the featherlight touch of his fingertips being too much for you.

“Need me where, doll?”

“Inside me.”

Bucky bites his lip and obliges immediately, sheathing himself inside of you and making you gasp at the girth. He’s got most of his weight on his metal arm, the other is tightly gripping the one of your legs that is hooked around his waist.

You feel full and blissed out. Bucky’s pink, parted lips are a sight, and it’s hard to focus on anything that isn’t them or the movement of his hips against yours. Or rather, those two things or the multiple spots where your skin touches his; it feels unbelievably hot, like burning coal, a fire that right now you have no intention of smothering.

You tangle your fingers through his hair as his thrusts gain rhythm, the friction making your head feel light and any coherent string of thought be cut loose.

“Been wanting this – you, since I caught you starin’ back at Steve’s.”

“I didn’t stare—oh,” Your attempt at a clap back is cut short when Bucky goes particularly deep, his fingertips digging into the soft flesh of your thigh, and you feel your pleasure build up, again.

Bucky’s movements turn slow and mellow, and you huff out a desperate laugh that comes out more like a little sob as you’re trying to handle the stimulation on top of the change in pace – it’s almost overwhelming, and you hold onto his metal bicep and the locks of his hair for dear life.

“C’mon, doll, just one more. Know you can do it.”

He purrs the words in your ear, bringing his hand to knead your breast and lightly pinch your nipple – as if you’re in need of motivation, but surely, it helps. Soon enough you’re bucking your hips, moaning his name and clenching tightly around him.

“That’s it – god, you feel so good.” Bucky mumbles against your neck before kissing the flushed skin. His ruts become sloppier and you meet his thrusts lazily, kissing and nipping at his bottom lip to push him into his own climax.

With a soft groan he pulls out, spilling himself on your stomach. You kiss his face and he seeks out your lips, the both of you coming down from your highs in a tangle of spent, sweaty limbs.

You keep your eyes closed when he gets up and pads to your bathroom and back, only opening them when you feel the wet softness of a washcloth on your belly and inner thighs.

“Made a mess.” You tease as Bucky works on cleaning you up, and he looks at you with feigned annoyance in his eyes.

“Zip it.”

You know it’s all an act because his face breaks into a grin immediately after, even if it happens against his will – maybe it’s because of the post-coital dopamine, or your irresistible charm, or maybe Bucky happens to like you as much as you like him. It hardly matters.

Suck it, Tony. He’ll probably never know about any of this, but if he could just see you now. Bucky Barnes, butt naked in your bedroom.

The rain still pours over the city, droplets collecting on your windowsill. It’s nice, pretty even – the chill of it a distant feeling now that you were inside and your cheeks and body were heated up from Bucky’s presence in your tiny, messy, lovely apartment.

Bucky comes back from the bathroom (after tidying something else up, you’re sure) and places a hand on your hip when you’re done pulling another pair of underwear up your legs. They’re still a bit unsteady, so you let him guide you back to your bed as he kisses you softly.

Your lips meet again, and again and again, and you let yourself melt between your sheets and Bucky’s warmth.

“So I can break in again sometime, you think?” He says it so nonchalantly that you snort and swat him on the shoulder.

“If you’re planning on fucking me like that, Bucky,” You giggle when he rolls his eyes, knowing he should be far from mortified at your one-liners at this point. “I’ll get you a key.”

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky fanfic #emwrites #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader smut #bucky x reader smut #pbe

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musette22 · 3 years

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So did jock Steve and emo Bucky meet in college or earlier, like high school? How long exactly has Steve been crushing? 😉

[Post 1 & post 2 about jock!Steve and emo!Bucky which inspired this ask]

Oh nooo, it's even cuter if Steve's crush dates back to high school 😩 Or... what if... they met in elementary school in Brooklyn? Back when Steve was small and kind of inconspicuous, while Bucky was a popular, happy-go-lucky kid who was adored by teachers and other kids alike. Steve, too, kind of looked up to Bucky, and when Bucky stood up for Steve once when bullies got a hold of him, Steve developed the child equivalent of a crush on Bucky.

But then, Bucky moved away because his dad got a new job or something, and his teenage years were kind of tough. Maybe they moved a couple more times during his high school years and Bucky couldn't really settle anywhere, maybe his parents had a messy divorce or something like that, and Bucky kind of turned in on himself, stopped being so outgoing and preferred keeping to himself, turned a little shy.

As fate would have it, years later, Bucky and Steve end up attending the same college. Steve has had his grow spurt in the final years of high school and is almost unrecognisable from his former self, plus Steve Rogers is a pretty generic name, so Bucky doesn't really make the connection between little Stevie who used to get bullied in the playground, and Steve, captain of the football team.

Steve, however, has thought about Bucky a lot over the years, wondered how he was doing, and there aren't that many guys called Bucky, and while Bucky has changed, he's still as handsome and kind as he used to be back in school. So Steve recognises him immediately, and all of his old feelings come rushing back to the surface, although now he sees them through a different lens because this time, he knows he's bisexual (no one else knows, but Steve does).

He also realizes that his admiration for Bucky isn't just admiration - it's a crush. His stomach erupts into a cloud of butterflies every time he spots Bucky in class or on campus, and he finds himself unconsciously memorising Bucky's schedule so he can make sure to hang around outside his dorm or classroom at the right time to 'accidentally' bump into him. To Steve's immense disappointment, however, Bucky not only doesn't recognise him, but he hardly even seems to notice him. He probably thinks Steve just another airheaded college jock, and Steve has no idea how to act on his infatuation...

Which is where the next ask I got about this comes in!

I think your suggestions work perfectly as a continuation of the above, @possibleplatypus!

At some point, Steve has a lightbulb moment and he realizes he might as well use the image Bucky probably has of him as a dumb jock type, and ask him for some tutoring. When Steve approaches him about it, Bucky is a little confused and a lot flustered, because while he doesn't know a lot about Steve, he does know that he's one of the most popular guys on campus, and definitely the hottest (Bucky would know, he's gay) and he can't quite figure out why he would be asking Bucky of all people for help. But Bucky has never been able to turn down anyone who needed his help, and definitely not anyone with gorgeous blue puppy dog eyes and biceps bigger than Bucky's head, so he agrees.

So slowly, over the weeks and months that follow, they get to know each other. It doesn't take long for Bucky to realize that Steve isn't just a pretty face, and he's actually really smart and spirited and politically engaged, and they share a lot of the same opinions and interests. Then, Steve confesses he remembers Bucky from primary school back in Brooklyn, and Bucky is stunned, because golden boy Steve is little Stevie Rogers?? And of course, he starts to develops feelings for Steve in return. He doesn't yet know that Steve is bi, though (he's only ever seen Steve with girls, and gorgeous ones at that), so he keeps it to himself, and so does Steve. AKA idiots in love.

But they do start hanging out together more, also outside of campus, doing things like going to music concerts together (Bucky is stunned to find that Steve actually also loves the alternative bands Bucky is a fan off) and they become a sort of phenomenon on campus: jock Steve and emo nerd Bucky who for some incomprehensible reason suddenly became best pals. Fortunately, apart from some snide remarks from some of the other jocks like Rumlow and Rollins, everyone leaves them alone because they all adore Steve, and Steve is also the best football captain this college has seen in many long years.

And then one night (and please just indulge me in my American college stereotypes for a minute), Steve hears that one of Bucky's favourite horror movies is playing in the college drive-in movie theater, and he invites Bucky to come see it with him. They head there together in Steve's vintage car, and things start of like their friendship outings usually do, with lots of banter and animated conversations.

But then when the movie starts, it turns out that Steve is actually kind of a scaredy-cat when it comes to horror. So when the murderer suddenly pops up on screen, he shrieks and hides his face in Bucky's shoulder. Bucky automatically puts a protective arm around Steve, and then when Steve peeks his nose out again to see if the coast is clear, he can't help but notice how close their faces are. And when Bucky turns to him to ask if he's alright, he seems to notices the same thing and freezes. They stare at each other for a long moment before suddenly, Steve surges forward and kisses Bucky. Bucky makes a startled 'mmphh' kind of sound, so Steve quickly pulls back, already starting to apologize - but before he gets very far, Bucky launches himself at Steve and kisses him back with fervor.

They spend the rest of the movie making out in Steve's car, and from that moment onwards, they're inseparable not just as best friends, but as boyfriends. Steve comes out to his team and eventually the rest of the campus, and apart from the usual suspects, everyone is supportive, if a little surprised to say the least. And then Bucky starts wearing Steve's varsity jackets, and becomes the football team's new unofficial mascot, because whenever he kisses Steve good luck before a game, they absolutely smash the competition. Steve, for his part, encourages Bucky to join a band (he's been playing guitar for years but only in the privacy of his room, and later for Steve) and when he does, Steve goes to every concert to support him and whistle on his fingers to cheer him on...

I have a lot of feelings and thoughts about this, it seems 🥺

#stucky #stucky au #minnie answers

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stanknotstark · 3 years

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Masterlist

Chaptered Works:

-Astral (Loki x Reader) (WIP):You’re soulmates with Loki. You discover this when you experience something traumatizing and astral project to Loki. This is the journey from being a normal girl in NY to one of the most powerful beings in the universe. Pt.1, Pt. 2, Pt. 2.1, Pt. 3, Pt. 4, Pt. 5, Pt. 6, Pt. 7, Pt. 8, Pt. 8.1, Pt. 9, Pt. 9.1, Pt. 10, Pt. 10.1, Pt. 11, Pt. 11.1, Pt. 12, Pt. 12.1, Pt. 13, Pt. 14.1, Pt. 15, Pt. 15.1, Pt. 16, Pt. 16.1 Pt. 17,

Easy Aim (Is Only Exciting Once or Twice) (Loki x Reader) (COMPLETE): Everyone loves body switching AUs, right? I do. So experience what it’s like to be in a man’s, not just any man, Loki’s body while helping Loki truly experience a woman’s body in the process. Inspired by the peeing scene in Jumanji Pt.1, Pt.2, Pt. 3, Pt. 4, Pt. 5, Pt. 6, Pt. 7, Pt. 8

Odinson M.D. (Loki x Reader) (WIP): Y’all wanted a House AU so here it is. Loki is a doctor who keeps most people at bay with his sharp wit and sarcasm. He doesn’t understand the need for romantic ploys and casual human discussion. He thrives in the hospital, trying to figure out the unknown, even if his methods turn a bit morally ambiguous at times. That’s why he has Thor and Frigga to keep him in line although he would argue he has no need for it. You just happen to be a doctor on tenure under Loki’s tutelage along with Steve Rogers and Peter Parker. Can you convince the jaded doctor you’re just what he needs to keep him on his toes? Pt. 1,

Pulse (Loki x Reader) (COMPLETE): Your pulse calms Loki down. Multiple scenarios where Loki finds solace in your pulse. Pt. 1, Pt. 2

Pizza Delivery Man, Not Boy (Loki x Reader) (WIP): Loki is going to do great things in life as a historian, first he must survive as a pizza delivery boy before he meets you. You’re the Dean of History and put out a scholarship worth $10,000. Loki wasn’t going to apply, but you convince him too. He also doesn’t know you’re the Dean, just a really suspicious woman. Pt.1, Pt. 2

Tales of a (Prom) King (Loki x Reader): Prom is a month away and Loki has done nothing to prepare to ask you because, honestly, why would you, a popular jock, want to go to prom with Loki? Loki is a textbook definition nerd. Pt. 1, Pt. 2

President Loki: PURE SMUT. “You little minx,” Loki breathes out. He pushes up against your body with his and you swallow when you feel his hard length push into your hip. “You could not handle me. I am not like your pathetic, little Loki. I do not make love. I fuck. I would ruin you.” Pt. 1

Tabloid Junky (Bucky x Reader): Jaimee is an aspiring, young reporter, excited to tell people’s stories, working for Jed & Stone Corp. One man in particular catches her attention, Bucky Barnes. She wants the world to know his story, even if she only works for an unreliable tabloid company. Bucky just so happens to be interested in her story as well. Pt. 1

Actions Speak Louder Than Words: Inspired by this tiktok. Loki falls in love with your laugh, just can’t get enough of it but all good things come to an end, including your laughter. When something traumatic happens to you you get selective mutism which stops all laughter but not only that, you don’t speak anymore. Until one day, Loki manages to get a laugh out of you and, through the road of recovery, you even begin to speak again. Pt. 1,

The (Tiny) Adventures of A Chick Named Gilfred: Inspired by a request, A Snitch in Slumber, we watch Loki and reader’s love unfold through the eyes of a chicken. Yes, you read that right, a chicken. Pt. 1,

One-shots/drabbles:

Truth Serum: When you clean a mess in Tony’s lab you accidentally touch a foreign liquid. Loki helps the best he can.

Trust: Loki has a hard time believing you truly trust him.

Glitter and Gold: After telling Loki you look better in silver jewelry you decide to wear all gold. Loki definitely notices.

Laundry Day: Tony catches you taking your suit to be washed. He has a field day when he tells you it’s not necessary.

Pizza or Loki?: Loki can’t fathom why you would pick pizza over him. Little does he know you have some doubts he placates with a really, not so simple, question.

Mischief, Magic, and Machines: Studying magic all night with Loki, you’re late coming home, like it’s-morning-already late. Tony, your dad, is concerned and stops you as you enter the common area. Things escalate and you’re forced to play a hidden card that didn’t even actually happen (as much as you wish it did).

Least of His Worries: You catch your boyfriend cheating and when you go find a room to cry in Loki finds you and reacts in a way you weren’t expecting.

Coming Out (Tony Edition): You come out to Tony, your father.

Cuddle Bug: When you’re cuddling Loki one day he leaves and comes back to your cuddles and you don’t even realize.

I’m So Alone: Angsty as the title suggest. You, after losing Loki, also lose the Avengers and Shield and became a dangerous operative on the field because you have nothing left to lose. Loki comes back just in time.

Nails n’ Spa: Loki teaches you how to say no in an unceremonious way.

Chosen: Tony brings up a question of your loyalty when he claims you care about Loki more than the team. He’s not wrong.

Ballistic: Loki comes home furious and you’re scared. With your powers you turn invisible until his rage is settled.

Commanding Loki (Just kind of happens): The Avengers are in awe and shock when you begin giving Loki commands in front of them. Loki is unimpressed but follows your commands anyways seeing as he’s head over heels for you.

My Eyes Are Up Here, Loki: Inspired by a tiktok. Loki tells you he can make you scream with only two fingers. Your reply is anything but sexy.

Wisdom Starts with A T: You wake up in central park, your head resting in Loki’s lap. Loki was supposed to take you to get your wisdom teeth out and back to the tower. Loki fills you in on what happened in between.

When Venom Meets Poison: Inspired by a tiktok. You and Steve have a rocky relationship. When he states he’d poison your drink if you were his wife well, he kinda deserves the response he gets in return.

5 Times Loki Held Your Hand and One Time You Held His: What the title says!

Caught in the Act: One day you catch Loki masturbating. In the living room of all places. His living room, but the living room nonetheless. Then he makes it weird and moans your name.

Toxic + Toxic = Healthy: You and Loki break up. Both of you deal with it uncharacteristically. Loki sleeps with girls that look like you and you mess around with Thor in retaliation. It’s all very healthy stuff here.

Serinakakers As Proof: You’re dating Loki but keeping it a secret as per Loki’s request. The team starts to question if you’re lying about your ‘lover’ and Loki has to save you because Thor has really bad timing.

Perfect Couple: Based off a scene from Big Bang Theory. After a battle you’re all eating and a little irritated. Tony picks a bone with Loki, pulling your relationship into it. Loki ends up in the right and with the final word, as usual.

5 Times You Shared a Bed with Loki and 1 Time You Made an Excuse to Share a Bed: Title explains.

Coming Out (Loki Edition): As requested. You’re dating Loki and want to come out as bisexual. While you know he won’t judge you that doesn’t mean you’re not still nervous. Everything ends just fine though.

Friends?: Loki is told he’ll never have friends and you step in to say you’re Loki’s friend, standing up for him. This causes Loki to become infatuated with you and fall for you. Little does his know that you do as well. (Inspired by tiktok but longer so i consider it a drabble)

Curse Her (No Really): Amora curses you so you can’t wear gold anymore, the metal being Loki’s favorite type of jewelry to gift you and see you wear with pride. You don’t want to tell him because you’re strong and independent and can figure this out without him, right?

Was That So Hard?: After a fantastic morning of sex with the God of Mischief, you have trouble getting around because your legs are shaking. Loki revels in it, letting it boost his ego.

Violet Sunkiss: What started out as a thought of “What if you had a sun burn and begged Loki to change you into a vampire so it didn’t hurt anymore” turned into something completely different...I’m not complaining but apparently I can’t write crack 😂

Run Like Roller Coaster: (High school AU?) You really didn’t want to come to the amusement park with your group of friends but they had insisted, stating it wouldn’t be fun without you so you agreed. What you hadn’t told them is that you’re deathly afraid of roller coasters. Like full on, start sobbing and screaming, scared.

Small Steps: Based off a post that says 25% is better than 0%. Trying a little is better than not trying at all. So, I have Loki come in and help you take small steps towards feeling better. Basically an excuse for fluff.

5 times Loki caught you and 1 time you caught him: You let out an airy laugh. “As thanks for catching me all the time I’d like to say it’s now time I catch you.” Loki gets an adorable, confused look on his face. “Pardon?” “You’re falling for me and it’s about time I catch you, Loki.” You explain.

One Word, Seven Letters: Based off a post. From Tony’s POV. Loki knows he’s going to die so he tells you he loves you as goodbye. Tony can’t just accept that, it’s not right.

Raiders of the Lost Jotun: Summary: Based of this post. Indy is so suave so I made Loki Indiana Jones. Very short and sweet.

Magic ‘n Ruin: Masturbating to Loki is enough to make you feel guilty. He is your best friend, he isn’t looking to have anything to do with you romantically or physically because he obviously would have hinted at it. That’s why you feel guilty for masturbating to the thought of him, you reason in your mind. !Smut!

Struck Through The Heart (You Give Love A Good Name): 6 times Thor reacted with lightning and in between maybe he fell in love with you too. (Thor x Reader)

(Sol)ace: “When I had bad days, my mother would comfort me with physical touches. We could be doing our own thing but just having her physically there was enough to console me.” You sit there quietly. Your heart tries to burst from your chest a few times but you herd it back into your rib cage with steeled resolve. “This is your attempt at making me feel better?” You whisper across his clothed chest.

Best Friends? Forever: Based off, “Best friends?” “Forever.” Loki is your best friend through life, and you are his unmalleable support just until you’re not.

Judas: Inspired by a tiktok. When you and Loki spar, things get a bit...out of hand.

Imagine:

Imagine Loki making a habit of checking in on you. He asks if you’re taking your meds.

Imagine the floor is lava game but with the Avengers.

Imagine you bottle everything up and always act happy. One day you explode and Loki witnesses it.

Imagine begging Loki, “Please don’t say ‘I told you so.’” He promises he won’t. Instead, he just finds various creative ways to say it.

Imagine Loki as a vampire and you hit him with your car because you do not see him in the mirrors.

Imagine you’re upset ask Loki to take you home. He takes you to your apartment and you’re like “No, home.” Meaning Loki’s condo.

Prompts:

“Are you satisfied now...” “Do you even know what love feels like?”

“Why are you blinking like that with your eyes? Is everything ok?” “That was supposed to be a wink!”

“Are you trying to flirt with me?” “Yes. Is it working?”

“What made you change sides?” “I suppose I just saw the error of my ways.” “...It was Person C, wasn’t it?” “It was Person C.”

“So, if you could kidnap me really publicly that would be great.” “...why?” “I kinda forgot about this research essay due tomorrow? And like, my prof knows I’m a hero- I even brought my laptop so I can write it in your cell. Is the wifi password still the same?”

“i knew you wouldn't bring a jacket, so i made sure to color co-ordinate with you so you could wear mine on the way home.”

"I got you flowers. but, if you have allergies, i also got fake flowers! Just in case.” NOW WITH AN EPILOGUE. Pt.2

“Sure. Blame the guy who’s a huge idiot who causes a lot of problems, again!” (Loki & Thor)

“But Loki I want to be the Spock to your Kirk!” You plead. When Loki frowns at you, confused, you sigh. “The Anakin Skywalker to your Obi-Wan?” (Loki x Reader)

Tiktok Made Me Do It:

Pt.1 (Loki x Reader)

Pt.2 (Loki x Reader)

Pt.3 (Loki x Reader)

Simon Says...: Loki cannot tell you why you will do anything, anyone commands if they put Simon says before their command but he comes to like using it on you, and liking you as well.

Requests:

How to Stump a Trickster God: You have powers like Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure where you can tell what someone is going to say before they say it. It pisses Loki off that he can’t figure out what kind of power you have but in the end he comes to accept the unknown and even comes out with you as his courted.

SPF Loki: Jotun!Loki helping reader with a sunburn.

Too Late, Too Soon: “You have dilated cardiomyopathy, I’m sorry.” You look at the doctor and sigh. “I’m assuming you can’t...fix it?” The doctor fights a grimace and shakes his head. “Normally, yes, but considering you’re already being treated for heart failure... it’s going to kill you.” (Follow up story here)

A Snitch in Slumber: You have insecurities about your sleep talking, considering you’ve been teased about it in the past. Loki is there to assure you nothing is wrong about it.

A Little Pain (And A Lil Glory): Loki helps with your migraine.

Devil In The Details: Loki hates the sand and after a nasty prank you decide to exploit this small detail.

Sleeping Demons: Loki wakes up to the reader crying in their sleep, like when you have dreams where you cry in the dream and you wake up with your face all wet and all the emotions. Just Soft Loki fluff fic..

Unfinished Works:

One Date, Best Date: You want Loki to be yours. So you give him a deal: If he goes on a date with you and enjoys it he must switch sides, join the Avengers.

Enemies to Lovers: It’s a beloved trope, enemies to lovers.

Crave You: So I had this idea very early into creating this blog that you wrote the dates of milestones with Loki and lyrics to go with the dates.

Little Stresses: Number 20 from your prompt list "a hand written note" combined with 25 "falling asleep in their arms" for our beloved Loki 💕 and an anxious female reader that possibly freaks out about her upcoming final, final, final exams??

A Stranger In NYC: Loki seeing you, a stranger, crying and reluctantly (not really) going over to help?

Interactive Fics:

Choose Your Daddy: You speak German one day and just assume no one can understand you especially Thor and Loki. They let you speak your thoughts without revealing their All-speak until one day Loki lets the secret out. You get to choose who you end up with! Loki. Thor. Tony.

I will be adding onto this as I post more so check back to find new stories!

#masterlist #loki x reader #loki #my writing #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #avengers

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giorno-plays-piano · 3 years

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Vicious

Part VII

Pairing: Steve x reader, Bucky x reader, Thor x reader, Loki x reader, Peter x reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, stalking, possessiveness, theft, mention of blackmail, all characters are adults.

Words: 1864.

Summary: Transferring to Stark Academy that has only allowed to take in female students last semester, you realize you are just one of three young women among hundreds of students. Your things are constantly being stolen, and soon you begin fearing for your safety.

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part V

Part VI

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You wanted to slap yourself. What the hell was wrong with you today? Why did you tell Peter that?!

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean...” Completely baffled with you behavior, you were deeply ashamed, unable to look the guy in the eyes and wanting nothing but fall into the earth.

“Ah, I got it. It’s Steve, isn’t it?” All of a sudden, Peter let out an irritated sigh, rolling his eyes skywards and rubbing his neck. “Of course, who else would say such nonsense. Blackmail, really? Funny he didn’t call me a stalker or anything.”

“Listen, I didn’t mean it, I’m really-”

“It’s ok.” He closed the locker, slamming its door loudly and making you jump. “It’s not your fault. If I heard that from somebody, I’d be scared too.”

He spent a couple of seconds staring into the wall until he rubbed his neck again tiredly and huffed. It took him less than a minute to regain his composure, and you heard him murmuring, “What a freak.”

He didn't return to the corridor, heading to the sports hall for his PE class, instead moving to the bench in the locker room and motioning you to sit. Feeling terribly awkward, you hoped he wasn't going to do anything out of anger, even though he had every right to be upset at your stupid behavior.

"About what he said," Peter took a deep breath, "it's nothing like that. I don't dig up some nasty stuff in the web to blackmail people. I've never done it. The reason why Mr. I-am-better-than-you said that is because I've made him take me into his little bodyguard group when I heard him talking to Loki. You're nice, and I wanted to help. Of course, Steve started acting like I was some creep, so he refused, and I had to remind him that, technically, he had to report your issue to the administration, not play a hero. I said that if I go and tell the whole story to the dean, Steve's gonna be in trouble because he knew who thieves were and didn't report them."

It was a loud off your mind. Goodness. Rogers called this a blackmail? Really? Just because Peter pushed Steve into taking him into their group?

You were less and less sure Rogers was sane. You definitely had to be careful around him.

"I can't believe he called it a blackmail." You admitted quietly, and the guy sent you a tired smile. "Peter, I'm so, so sorry. It was so stupid of me."

"Nah, don't worry. I'd freak out too if I didn't know the whole story."

You knew your apologies weren't enough, but you hoped Peter didn't take it to heart - if you can take such an accusation easily, that is. Shit, shit, shit, why did you believe everything these guys were saying? You didn't even know them in the first place! Why on Earth did you go asking them their opinions on others if all of them were biased, and every guy could twist the truth the way he liked? You shouldn't have let their words affect you that much.

"Whatever. At least now you know what Rogers is like." Peter sent you a grim smile and got up, picking his bright yellow sackpack from the floor. "Shit, I gotta go if I don't wanna be late. Let's meet in a library later, alright?"

"O-of course." You hurriedly stood up and left the lockers room after him, turning to the library: your Lit class was cancelled, so you decided to go study right away. At this time, the library was usually full, and you felt safe there.

Your thoughts were all about the guys again even when you were staring at your laptop, trying to focus on Excel numbers. Why did you feel like the atmosphere between them was so dense? If they were at such terms with each other, why did they group together to help you? What, because all of them loved you so much? It was ridiculous. There was something else to it, and you didn't know. You had a feeling no one was going to tell you the truth until you figured it all out by yourself.

Weird. It was all so weird. Steve's plan, their behavior, the relationships between them, and your nagging feeling they all were hiding something. Was it them who were actually following you?

The thought scared you to the point you started shivering. Oh shit.

"Hi there," the guy appeared behind your back so suddenly you almost jumped, looking at him wide-eyed, "sorry, did I startle you?"

"H-hi Jake! No, it's ok, I was just... studying." Both of you were talking in hushed voices, knowing the librarian would kick you out immediately if she heard some noise. "How are you?"

"I'm great, how're you?" You could hear concern in his voice: he was one of Thor's friends you met yesterday, and although you spoke briefly, Thor definitely told him more about you. "You look a bit worried."

"Oh, it's Math, I didn't really understand the topic, and we're having an exam on Monday... guess I'll be studying the whole weekend." You gave him your best smile to reassure you were totally ok, and the guy relaxed a little, smiling at you, too.

"I'm sure you'll pass. Thor said you're very smart."

What, he said that to all of them? Was he simply boasting about his girlfriend to his friends or was there something more to it?

"You're too kind. Thank you."

His smile grew wider, and he landed on the next seat to yours, resting his hands on the table. Apparently, there was something he wanted to talk to you about, and you grew uneasy.

"Listen, about these incidents... Thor told us all about it, so if you see any freaks following you around, you can message any of us, and we'll come right away." Looking at his serious expression, his bushy brows furrowed, you hoped he eas being sincere with you: you had enough with people you could no longer trust. "And also... that kid, if he's giving you troubles or anything, just let me know, and I'll tell him to keep his hands to himself"

Oh, he was talking about Peter, wasn't he? He had probably seen that silly photo. Wow, you though, Peter was totally right about Instagram: it was the best news source in the academy.

Thanking him for his concern, you laughed a little, convincing him there was nothing serious except for the theft and promising to tell him if anything weird would be going on. While it should have made you feel safer, in fact, you only grew more frustrated with this situation. You wanted to forget about these freaks and just spend you day like any normal student would, but everywhere you went people were staring at you as if you had a horn; one boyfriend or the other was always close to protect you from some unknown danger, and although you believed they tried to help, you hated the feeling they were hiding something from you. Why did you have to be going through all this? Wasn't it really better to drop off school, spend a year working and then apply to a better place?

Thinking of the faces your parents would make once you returned home, you realized it wasn't. This school with all those creeps wasn't worse than home that never felt like a safe place you wanted to come back to. Besides, all money you saved up until now were only good for buying food and things like that: you'd never afford to rent a decent place unless you found a well-paid job. It meant staying with your parents, and it wouldn't be much better than here, just different. If you wanted to drop off, you had to find a good place to stay.

Well, you could at least try, right?

When Peter met you in the library, the two of you no longer talked about anything important, simply studying together to prepare for the exams next week. It didn't feel off: from time to time you met his gaze, and the both of you smiled. You were thankful he didn’t talk about Steve or other guys or that weirdo in the lockers room.

Once you returned home, you went straight to bed, completely exhausted. Luckily, you did much more than yesterday, so you could rest now, but then you thought of Thor kissing you and bit down the pillow, angry at yourself. Why did you keep thinking of him right now?

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When you woke up the next morning, you felt like something was off: your body ached, your throat hurt, and your headache was only making it worse. Dammit, you caught a cold, probably. And that’s when it was finally the day to meet Steve, the guy you thought was a mastermind behind all these manipulations that were making you sick to the core.

Anyway, it’s not like a mere cold would prevent you from doing everything you had planned. You left your bed and went to the bathroom, moving the dresser before again.

Honestly, it felt terrible. It was definitely because of that flimsy dress you wore to school yesterday when the weather was becoming chilly. Argh. Watching your puffy eyes and swollen nose, you sneezed. Today you had to apply way more makeup to look decently.

Steve showed up earlier than either Thor or Peter: you had to skip your breakfast, hoping to buy something cheap in the cafeteria.

“Good morning.” He said with his everyday polite expression that soon shifted into a concerned one. “Are you alright?”

What, was it that bad? You did your absolute best to apply enough makeup and do your hair. Did you still look so sick?

“Good morning. Yes, I’m ok, just feeling a little sleepy.” You yawned on purpose, covering your mouth with your hand, and Steve’s face softened.

“Did you study all night?”

“Yep, exams are driving me a little crazy.”

“I understand. I also stayed late last night.”

Of course, the student council president studying all days long to be number one student in the academy. If you didn’t know of his twisted nature, you’d think he was the most typical nerd.

You spent most of the time either in silence or talking about studies, the academy, and everything related to it. Steve acted like a gentleman and a scholar, albeit a little too demonstratively. Walking with you as if he were a king of the place, he constantly replied to greetings of others, waved to his acquaintances and smiled. You felt so off you wanted to find Loki and walk with him: unlike Steve, he was considered unpleasant by the prevailing majority of students.

“Are you sure you’re going to be alright?” America golden boy asked you for the last time, and you forced yourself to smile.

“Of course. Thanks for coming, see you later, Steve.”

As he finally left you in peace, you almost fell down into your chair, your fever only getting worse despite the fact you took some painkillers. It was going to be a long day.

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charcubed · 3 years

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hey char, mind to share your fave stevebucky headcanons? 👀

Oh I LOVE that you asked me this :’) Thank you!

I honestly have so many if I really think about it because I love them so much and I think about their dynamic so much that I have so many favorite things... but here is what I think of off the top of my head:

• Steve was color blind before the serum, according to canon. I have a headcanon that Bucky used to try to describe colors to him. I wrote a mini fic about that here.

• Bucky was drafted for the war, but didn’t tell Steve. Steve sort of assumed that Bucky enlisted, and Bucky never wanted to correct him. How could he? Steve wanted to enlist so badly, and Bucky didn’t ever feel like he could admit that he didn’t have the same drive to want to ~fight for the country~ like Steve did. He didn’t want to disappoint him and he was afraid Steve would think he was a coward. So Bucky just... never told him that he was forced into war. It was never his choice to fight for the country. If it was up to him, they would’ve stayed home together and stayed safe and never fought at all.

• They were always physically rough with each other, in the sense that they'd wrestle as boys all the time, and Steve loved that Bucky never treated him as fragile. Buck knew he could take it. Even after the serum, they'd still scuffle a bit like kids, finding a bright spot in a war-torn world. They’d be awake in the trenches on lookout, having soft conversations in the night, and shoving each other after one says something stupid or makes a bad joke.

• Steve is bi, and Bucky is gay. Bucky was consciously aware of his feelings for Steve way, way before Steve was aware of his for Bucky. In the 30s, Bucky has a bit of a reputation for ~dating around,~ but not in a rude ladies’ man kind of way but rather his reputation is “Bucky Barnes is a real charmer. He’ll show you a good time and he’s really sweet, but he never pushes your boundaries.” Some women wishes he’d push their boundaries, but he doesn’t. He’s taken so many women out on dates because he never lets it get super serious, since they’re not who he wants and it’s mostly for appearances’ sake, especially since he and Steve live together. He definitely enjoys hanging out with women, and treating them nice, but most of the time his motivation is to try to set up double dates–half because Steve deserves to find a great girl to date, and half because a double date means Bucky can selfishly do a date activity “with” Steve and not have it mean anything. Meanwhile though, Steve gets jealous as hell and testy about Bucky dating all the time, but he’s oblivious to the fact that it’s because Steve wishes Bucky would be with him instead.

• Their first kiss was when Steve was 16 and Bucky was 17. I’m not necessarily saying that’s when they actually got together, but something significant happened between them at those ages... maybe they kissed because they were drunk, or it was so Steve’s “first kiss” would be someone he knew and it was for “practice.” And then they both never talked about it again, because they’re idiots and were afraid to ~ruin things~ between each other. That’s why Steve says “Rumlow said ‘Bucky’ and all of a sudden I was a 16-year-old kid again, in Brooklyn.” That’s why “seventeen” is one of Bucky’s trigger words as the Winter Soldier. It checks out, because Bucky is a little bit older than Steve.

• Steve doesn’t fully admit the depth of his own feelings for Bucky to himself until he finds out Bucky’s been captured by HYDRA. And then he tears Europe apart to get him back. He’d have done that anyway, obviously, but... the prospect of losing Bucky forever is really what makes him realize how much he can’t handle that concept. Because he’s in love with him.

• After Bucky “dies,” Steve gets more reckless, and that’s part of the reason he put the plane in the ice and didn’t try to survive: he didn’t want to live in a world without Bucky in it. This is supported by canon. And so I headcanon that, after Steve finds out about the Winter Soldier, one day he abruptly realizes that he could’ve died in that plane crash and never known Bucky was alive and brainwashed and suffering. He thought Bucky was dead and he wanted to follow him, and he could’ve left Bucky even more alone in the world without knowing it. When Steve realizes how close he came to leaving Bucky behind like that, he throws up. It horrifies him to think about it.

• They each have a pair of dog tags where one says “Steve Rogers” and one says “Bucky Barnes.” They swapped one tag each, so that they’d have a matching set, because while they couldn’t list each other as “next of kin,” they wanted tangible evidence that would show other people how important they are to each other. So people would know: tell him if something happens to me.

• Their Brooklyn accents come out / get heavier around each other, especially if they’re bitching about things or arguing.

• Bucky is a complete sci-fi and fantasy nerd–which is now confirmed canon, and I love it. In particular, I like to headcanon that he loves to read paperback sci-fi novels, and discount romance novels. He unironically enjoys them, and he leaves them allllll over the place. One of the things they love to do is Bucky will sit around and read while Steve will sit around and draw/paint, and half the time Steve gets distracted sketching Bucky’s facial expression he makes while he’s reading.

• Bucky is also a pop culture gremlin. He will try and often get interested in pretty much anything and everything, without rhyme or reason. In modern day, he and Nat will watch trashy reality TV together–sometimes to make fun of it, sometimes to get invested. Steve thinks they’re insane for that. And sometimes Bucky will like one niche thing but then for very specific reasons he dislikes another similar thing. It makes sense to him, even if Steve doesn’t get it.

• Steve tends to be pickier with the kind of stuff he enjoys. He’s always had Strong Opinions™️ on everything, including and especially art. Put him in a museum and he’ll have a lot of thoughts on all of it. He doesn’t judge things or hate on other people for liking things he doesn’t like at all, but he won’t get hooked on a movie/show quite as easily. The one exception is animation, which he absolutely adores, and he goes on a wild binge of all kinds of animated content for awhile–shows and movies–because the various art styles and uses of the medium to tell crazy stories just fascinates him.

• Easy access to so much music is one of their mutual favorite things about the 21st century. Bucky often gets into individual artists’ entire discographies and becomes a fan, whereas Steve often gets into a handful of specific songs from a wide range of various people. Like... Bucky will often love an entire album, and Steve will often love 2 songs specifically more than others. But even with that, Steve loves collecting vinyl records–both old and new ones.

• Bucky has a fantastic singing voice even though he’s shy about it, and he tends to hum along to music when distracted or working on something else–especially while making something in the kitchen.

• Bucky likes technology more than Steve; Steve likes physical stuff more than Bucky. Bucky loves to take photos and videos of things all the time, hoarding digital memories in a way that’s precious to him, knowing that they’re “safe” and accessible anywhere. They lost so much of the objects that they loved a century ago, and photos were scarce, but now... there are endless ways to have pictures. When Bucky was recovering in Wakanda and Steve was on the run, Bucky would often text Steve photos–sometimes without captions–to wordlessly share bits of his days with him. He’s got a good eye for photography, except for when he takes the photo equivalent of shitposts to make Steve laugh. Regardless, Steve gets his favorites printed–some of Bucky’s photos, some of his, some of their selfies–so they also always have something tangible to hold onto.

• Bucky calls Steve “sweetheart” sometimes, just to be a little shit–and he means it. It makes Steve turn red every time, without fail, but he secretly doesn’t mind it.

Okay I’ll stop hahaha. Those are the main ones that come to mind for me all the time when I think of them!

Thank you again for asking :D This was so fun to write all in one place!

#anonymous #asks #stevebucky #stucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #headcanons #literally sat here and spent like an hour writing this. like it's 2017 again. NO remorse! a nice way to wind down my evening #char writes things

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claire-voyanc3 · 2 years

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Make It or Break It (pt. 2 - on hiatus)

Pairing: Bucky x Avenger!Reader

Summary: Bucky and y/n have a... complicated relationship. After being sent on a mission together that leaves Bucky in a compromising position, things only get harder for the pair. (enemies to lovers)

CWs (PLEASE READ!): angst? arguing, descriptions of fighting/violence, eventual smut (MINORS DNI), swearing, blood/injuries, canonical violence, THIS CHAPTER HAS MENTIONS OF PANIC ATTACKS AND ANXIETY!! IT ALSO HAS A DESCRIPTION OF A B*MBING/ MATERIALS USED TO BUILD A B*MB. DO NOT REPLICATE THIS AT HOME, THIS IS INCREDIBLY DANGEROUS AND CAN LEAD TO SERIOUS INJURY OR DEATH.

Word Count: 3.5k words

“Damn (y/n) - you good?”

Sam’s tone was jovial, but still tinged with concern. You could only imagine how rough you looked. The last 32 hours had been incredibly tough on you. Overall, you and Bucky’s four hour impromptu training session had turned into a six hour crash course on fighting styles and techniques, followed by three hours of weapons training with Sam and Wanda, another three hours of sparring training with Bucky, a mission briefing, and a team conference. After that, you were left with only 12 hours of blissful ‘free time’, most of which you spent packing your supply bag, eating (of course you couldn’t pass up Wanda’s delicious kitchen creations), and trying to get some rest before wheels up.

You had only managed to get about 4 hours of sleep (you never slept well before a mission), and between the aching soreness of your body and the TV static feeling in your head, you were positive that this was not one of your shining moments.

You managed a weak smile. “Just ready to get this mission over with.”

The quinjet slowly filled up with the rest of the mission squad - though it was only the four of you; Natasha, Sam, Bucky and yourself. It was your first time going out on a mission with such a small team and the energy in the quinjet was making you even more anxious.

You had started at Stark Industries as an intern, fresh out of your STEM residency program at MIT. Of course you’d had fever dreams of one day being able to be one of the Avengers; everybody did. It wasn’t until Tony took a special interest in you that your fever dream became a startling reality. Sometimes you still struggled with accepting the fact that you were - well, normal. Not that it was a bad thing - Tony was normal (for the most part) Sam and Rhodey, even Natasha was ‘normal’ (although she was a trained Russian assassin and you were - well, you were a major science nerd).

Your knowledge had definitely come in handy, and you had learned so much since you had been with the Avengers, but two years on and, more often than not, you still struggled to see why you had been chosen to become one of the ‘Earth’s mightiest heroes’. You had become miles more comfortable with high stakes missions since your first one (the image of you having a mid-flight panic attack on the quinjet momentarily flashed through your head at the thought), but you had always been a small part of a bigger team - just the girl who was meant to hack some security systems, collect some samples, pose as a well-educated distraction while the rest of the team did the heavy lifting. Now, as you sat down on the quinjet and began to double check your supplies, you felt all the jitters you had felt before your first mission.

Bucky had waltzed into the jet not long after you had, and somehow, he looked fresher than a daisy. Stupid super soldier shit, you thought cynically to yourself. What you wouldn’t do to get your hands on a vial of that stuff right now. He fixed you with a look, eyes smiling and mouth fixed in a smug grin.

“How ya feelin’ today, doll? We went pretty rough last night.” The innuendo was definitely intended, and you despised him just a little bit more for it.

“I dunno, grandpa, I feel like I held my own well enough.” He chuckled at the nickname before taking the seat next to you.

“After I taught you everything you know.” You glared at him - his nonchalant attitude was not helping your fluttering stomach at all.

“All right, girls club is over,” Natasha announced, confidently strutting into the quinjet.

“We all know our mission?” A small nod passed between the group.

The way that Steve had described it, the mission sounded simple - like a piece of cake. You were pretty sure you could do it in your sleep with your hands tied behind your back. Until you take into account how heavily guarded the lab was, and the lengths that Gidry was willing to go to in order to protect their secret experiments. When it all came down to it, you were responsible for carrying out the mission - the other three had one objective - make sure that you were successful.

No pressure, it’s totally fine that this entire mission is riding solely on your back and if you mess up, then you put the mission in danger. Not to mention the fact that three other people are risking their lives for you.

You were just full of positive affirmations today.

Taking a deep, (only somewhat) calming breath, you tried to focus on the mission, running over each step in your head until it became burned into your mind.

Step one; Meet Bucky at your predetermined safe location and allow him to lead you inside. For this mission, you were posing as an intern hired by a German scientist who was interested in similar human experimentation. The team had decided that the best way to get the samples without raising alarm bells was for you to go in under the guise that you supported the movement. You were most nervous about this aspect of the plan, since you knew it was where most things had the chance to go wrong. What if Bucky hadn’t found a good way to sneak you in? What if you weren’t convincing in your role as a foreign scientist? What if someone recognized you? Realistically, you knew that the possibility of you being recognized was low - that was part of the reason Steve had selected you for this mission in the first place. The team was full of people who were just as capable as you were at collecting samples, but the rest of the team didn’t really have the gift of anonymity - not like you did.

I guess sometimes being absolutely nobody pays off.

Step two; Collect samples from lab specimens. This was really the only thing you felt one hundred percent confident in. You knew how to collect lab samples - you had paid thousands of dollars and spent years at university learning to do that exact thing. You knew you were going to have to be quick; the less time you and Bucky spent inside Gidry’s headquarters, the better. From the way that Steve had described it during the team briefing, Gidry was ready to strike at any moment if even the slightest whisper of the Avengers came their way. Nat had assured you that everything would be fine - no one would know, although you still had a hard time trusting that sentiment. Murphy's Law seemed to love situations like this - especially when the word ‘Avenger’ was thrown in the mix.

Step three; Cause as much damage as possible and haul ass. Your heart pounded a little faster at the mere thought of this. Destroying things - that you could get on board with, it was the hauling ass part that made you want to curl up into a ball and never leave the quinjet to begin with. You had already prepared yourself for the absolute shit storm that would erupt as soon as you began destroying things in the lab - you knew you were going to have to strategically plan this out. You needed to cause as much damage in the lab as possible, all while coordinating an escape plan, ensuring that Nat and Sam were ready for you, finding Bucky in the chaos and confusion, and getting the hell out of there before anybody could tell what was going on and who was responsible. Steve had reminded you multiple times that the goal was not to destroy everything, just to destroy enough to ensure that Gidry wouldn’t be able to go through with their plans anytime in the immediate future. Still, that didn’t stop your perfectionistic tendencies from peeking through - you were determined to make sure every single scrap of usable material in that lab was burned. The only question was how you were going to do it.

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Somehow, as the quinjet neared the drop site, you felt less and less anxious. Something switched on inside of you, and you could see it switch on in the others too. Bucky’s normally sarcastic demeanor dropped, Sam lost some of the playful sparkle in his eye, and Natasha’s words became more clipped. Everyone was ready for whatever Gidry tried to throw at you.

Bucky strapped in for an aerial entrance, donning his parachute like it was second nature. Sam picked up a small pack, quickly zipping it tightly closed before throwing it toward Bucky.

“Put that on when you land, stay in contact, and we’ll keep you updated on (y/n)’s arrival.”

Sam hardly got the last word out of his mouth before Bucky gave a half-hearted salute and launched himself out of the quinjet at breakneck speed. Sometimes you were certain that the Super Soldier had a death wish, and he was just testing his limits to see what was the thing that finally did him in.

You, on the other hand, were stuck changing into a stuffy lab coat and slacks, pinning your hair up in a tight bun, and donning the expertly forged name badge that Natasha had somehow secured for you on such short notice. You took a quick look in the small mirror that sat perched atop the med station sink and almost cringed. You definitely looked the part - so much, in fact, that it threatened to give you flashbacks to your years at University, pulling all-nighters in the campus lab. Of course, there were a few differences now, like the fact that you had multiple weapons hidden beneath your smart outfit, and the fact that you were about to confidently walk into a building full of people that you despised with every fiber of your being.

Okay - so maybe not that many differences.

As Nat neared the drop site, Sam did a last minute check over of your equipment. He handed you a small earbud and you easily slipped it into your left ear.

“Check, comms”. Static filled your left ear.

“Try one more time, I think there’s some signal interference.”

Sam tried again, and the static cleared a little. Although it was spotty, you could still make out what he was saying, for the most part.

“It’s spotty, but I think I’m good - I’ll keep in contact if anything happens.”

Sam flashed a quick thumbs up before slipping you a small piece of paper with an address frantically scribbled on the front. A safe house. You folded it tightly and stuffed it in a small pocket on the front of your slacks. Although the plan was for you and Bucky to meet up with Nat and Sam back on the quinjet after completing the mission, you knew that there was a possibility that you would have to switch to plan B - and let’s just say that it was plan B for a reason.

Nat easily dropped you near the back of the building, about 500 yards out. As you neared the rear entrance, a voice sounded over your comms.

“Hey, doll, I was beginning to think you weren’t coming,” Bucky started.

“What, and stand you up? Well, I’m not gonna say the thought didn’t cross my mind.” You joked back.

Bucky directed you toward a small alleyway on the west side of the building, nestled neatly between two long rectangular portions of the building. As he pulled the heavy metal door shut quietly behind you, you took in the interior of the place. It was nowhere near as extravagant as you had imagined it.

I guess maybe Tony’s lab has spoiled me a bit.

The walls were cold gray brick, the floors a dull concrete. It looked like a prison, and you would’ve believed it was. The guards scattered around the building in starched suits and crisp hats definitely made it feel like one.

As Bucky led you deeper into the labyrinth of hallways, you started to notice equipment that was eerily familiar. Entire rooms filled with laminar flow hoods, rows of centrifuges lined neatly on countertops, an army of liquid nitrogen tanks; all equipment required for culturing human cells. An icy feeling settled deep in the pit of your stomach - this operation was much bigger than you or anyone else on the team had suspected. Rounding one last corner, Bucky stopped short in front of you. You crashed into him, too distracted by your discoveries to stop alongside him. He whipped around, an annoyed look on his face.

“Game time,” he whispered pointedly. You peered over his shoulder and saw what he meant. The main lab stood sprawling out behind him. Although it sported the same dull gray walls and unfinished concrete flooring as the rest of the compound, the rest of it was magnificent. Shiny equipment stored neatly away on gleaming countertops, multiple autoclaves scattered strategically around the room, huge fridges filled with small sample tubes, and enough glassware for an army of mad scientists. And there, right in the middle of the state of the art equipment; a group of researchers.

Some were dressed similarly to you - pressed white lab coats hanging off their shoulders, name badges clipped haphazardly to pockets and collars. Some were dressed like Bucky - the same simple brown soldiers' uniforms and hats. Bucky turned his back to you and confidently strutted into the room, catching the attention of a few guards. They started to make their way over to you.

“How can we help you?” One of the guards began. He looked stern, with close cropped blonde hair and dark brown eyes. Deep lines across his brow and at the corners of his mouth gave you the impression that frowning was his favorite pastime.

“I am here on orders of the General. She is collecting samples to transport to Dresden.” Bucky answered easily. You wondered where he got the cool confidence from - the War, or the Winter Soldier.

The stern looking man eyed you up and down, eyes falling on your fake name badge.

“Amelia Williams,” you offered up, silently praying that you had remembered the false name Nat had given you. You reached out a hand that you hoped wasn’t shaking too bad. “General Sokolov asked me to obtain some samples of the most recent project for development on the German front.”

You cleared your throat hesitantly. You were terrible at lying, and you hoped that your feeble attempt at explanation was enough to pass for the truth.

The steely man glanced quickly again at Bucky, who stood there cool as a cucumber.

Of course he’s great at lying - what isn’t he good at?

“Fine.” The man began, turning his back and walking away.

Although your handshake had not gone unnoticed, it wasn’t reciprocated either. You slowly drew your hand back and stuffed it in your pocket.

“The lab closes in 30 minutes for routine cleaning. I expect that you will be gone by then.”

Thirty minutes. That was plenty of time. As you began to don a pair of gloves and a set of goggles, the group of researchers made their way out of the room, talking quietly amongst themselves. Bucky easily sidled up next to you.

“I’ll be sentry. You be quick.” He whispered.

You gave a curt nod, already too focused on the work in front of you for much more. He made his way out of the room.

Thirty minutes, you reminded yourself. You can do this.

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Thirty minutes seemed like more than enough time to collect some samples and rig a few explosions, right?

Wrong.

You glanced at your wrist watch and silently cursed yourself. Shit.

27 minutes had come and gone in the blink of an eye and you weren’t even done collecting all of your samples. There had been radio silence from Bucky, which you hoped was a good sign and not the result of him being knocked out in a random hallway somewhere.

As you were sealing your last few sample vials, static sounded in your comm.

“What?” you whispered.

More static, louder this time.

Well, fuck. The comms were down. You had no idea who was even trying to speak to you, let alone what they were trying to say. You stilled your movements and listened for a moment. Surely, if Bucky was out there fighting with someone you would’ve heard it by now. Silence. You breathed a bit of a sigh of relief. Sure, you were still in the dark, but it didn’t seem like you were in immediate danger. Throwing the last two sample vials into your lab coat pocket, you quickly doffed your gloves and began looking around for step three of your three part plan - something to make an explosion.

You knew acetone would be the easiest thing to find, especially since it was most often used to clean glassware in labs. With this much glassware they probably had enough acetone to destroy the whole building and anything within a five mile radius. You just needed something to ignite it. You vaguely remembered learning about something in school - someone who built an explosive using acetone and … something else.

Rifling through cabinets and drawers, you finally found multiple tightly sealed bottles full of acetone tucked neatly away.

Yes! Now I just need … something that I can’t remember for the life of me.

This was when things started to go downhill fast.

Distantly, you heard sounds echoing down the hallway. Sounds like fighting.

Shit, fuck, shit, fuck, shit. I need to hurry up.

Glancing at your watch you could see that exactly 30 minutes had passed. Your time was up. Static sounded again in your comms. And again. And again.

It was rapid fire static coming from your comms and it was making it impossible to concentrate. You ripped the small earpiece from your ear and stuffed it into your pocket. Nat was gonna kill you for that. But you would have to be alive for her to kill you, and with the constant buzzing in your ear, you would never be able to concentrate enough to remember what the hell you needed to make this.

Acetone. Acetone and hydrogen ... something. Disulfide? Peroxide? Dispohane? SHIT.

With the sound of fighting getting closer, you knew you had to act quick. You sprinted across the lab, looking for hydrogen anything, at this point. Frantically throwing open cabinets and rummaging through drawers, your eyes landed on a dark brown bottle.

Peroxide it is, I guess.

Madly grabbing for it, you started your work on making the explosive.

Maybe a minute went by before the sound of fighting came to an abrupt end. You heard footsteps running down the hall toward you. Your heart jumped into your throat as you quickly tried to finish up before whoever it was got to the lab. As the footsteps rounded the corner, you put the finishing touches on your creation and quickly reached for the gun Natasha had insisted you take with you. Your aim was worse than a drunk man on a moving train, but it was the only choice you had at this point. As you were getting ready to squeeze the trigger at whoever came running in, you saw a familiar face, bright blue eyes shining with adrenaline as he looked at you.

“Woah!!” he exclaimed, ducking out of the way. “Stand down!”

You immediately set the gun down.

“God, Buck, you scared the hell out of me. I thought you were an unfriendly.” You breathed.

“I comm’d and told you I was incoming!” He snapped.

“My comms stopped working - I’ve been in here blind.” You admitted.

“Look, we don’t have time for this - we need to leave now.” He huffed.

You could tell he was upset and you were almost wishing that you were taken down in enemy fire so at least you wouldn’t have to listen to the lecture he was going to give you later.

“Are you set?” he gestured to the small container behind you. You nodded.

“We have probably five minutes to vacate.”

“Then let’s get moving.” He moved toward you, grabbing your arm and practically dragging you after him in the opposite direction he had entered from.

“How many are out there?” You questioned.

“Enough to kick our asses and then some.” He shot back.

Say whatever you want about Bucky, but he knew combat. You had seen him take down six people at once in hand to hand combat and barely break a sweat. If he was saying that you needed to haul ass - you needed to haul ass.

Rounding corners at the speed of light, you followed closely behind Bucky through the twisting and turning halls. Everything looked exactly alike, you weren’t sure how he knew where he had been and where he was going.

“Almost there,” he grunted.

You could see what he was talking about - the same door that you had entered through was standing no more than 200 yards in front of you.

Just a little bit further, you prayed. Please let Nat and Sam be waiting for us.

You were closing in quickly. So close to freedom. You could feel the nerves melting away.

You had done it.

You could’ve jumped for joy - Until you heard the footsteps in front of you. Shortly after, you were met with a squadron of soldiers, all dressed in tight black tac suits, and holding batons.

You know what they say about celebrating too soon.

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A/N: WOW depression kicked my ass BIG TIME. I’m back? Maybe? We will see what seasonal depression thinks of that statement. Anyway, this is part 2 and I’m planning 5 parts (but again I’m not too sure we will see where this takes me lol). Feeling not so great about this part - please ignore the glaring plot-holes and go with the flow, I promise the next part will be better! (also forgive my pathological overuse of italics)

#part 2 #marvel #bucky #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky x avenger!reader #sam wilson #natasha romanoff #winter soldier #bucky x y/n #steve rogers #avengers #the avengers

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late-to-the-party-81 · 2 years

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Bucky Barnes Appreciation Week - Day 7

AN: Here we are - at the end of BB Appreciation Week 2022. Thanks to all those who have read, liked and re-blogged my little imagines - I love you all.

I've got more in store for Bucky and Sam (someone sent a bit of a spicy ask, which I'm hoping to get to soon!)

Big round of applause to the ever wonderful @firefly-graphics for her superb dividers.

Check out my master list if you are feeling so inclined.

Pairing: Luke x Lando Bucky x Sam

Word Count: Approx 640

CW: Tooth-rotting fluff, Nerdiness, Fangirling

Bucky was in heaven. Like literally, Bucky thought he was in heaven.

Back in the 30’s Bucky had been an avid reader, enjoying Tolkien, Huxley and Rand, any books where the world wasn’t portrayed as it was, whether that be fantasy or a bleak dystopian future. Since coming out from under HYDRA’s control, part of his recovery had been to catch up on pop-culture and he had fully embraced the fact he was a nerd and therefore ‘Nerd Culture’- grabbed it in both fists and refused to let go. Which is why he was here, now, basking in freedom to let his nerd flag fly.

Sam shuffled beside him, tugging at the collar of his cloak.

“Are you sure I look okay, Buck. I feel a bit self-conscious.”

Bucky snorted in amusement.

“You fly through the sky in a state of the art red, white and blue suit with a massive pair of wings and chew out politicians on live TV, but this,” he gestured up and down his boyfriend’s body at the costume he was wearing, “is what makes you self-conscious? Doll, you look gorgeous. Sexiest Lando Calrissian I ever saw, and there are a few here…..and Billy Dee Williams is going to ‘freak’ when he sees you.”

“He’s here!” Sam’s voice came out in a squeak, his eyes widening in abject terror and embarrassment.

“Yeah, babe, I’ve booked for us to do a meet, greet and photo with him.”

“Gone the whole hog, huh?”

“Yup! Shame that Mark Hamill isn’t at this one, but it’s not one of the big ones. I wonder what he’d think of my outfit?”

Bucky plucked some non-existent lint off of his boiler suit and adjusted the skin colour glove over his prosthetic. Sam had told him he didn’t need to do that, until Bucky had turned to him eyebrow raised and started to lecture him that his outfit was from before when Luke loses a hand and Luke lost his right hand not his left, and he didn’t want glaring inaccuracies in his outfit. Sam knew when he was beat.

“Bucky-Bear, you make the best Luke Skywalker, I swear. I reckon with all these new shows, if they need someone to play Luke they’d be better calling you up than relying on CGI – that shit always looks far too ‘uncanny valley’ for my liking. We can take a photo later though and tweet it to him, how about that?”

Bucky leant over and rubbed his nose against Sam’s.

“You have the best ideas Sammy… oh look – there’s the life size Jabba replica, let’s go and get a picture, then there are a few merch stalls I want to check out. Also got to get my picture taken with as many Yoda’s as possible…”

Bucky practically skipped off, as excited as a child, and Sam couldn’t contain his grin as he followed along in his wake. All the ‘Leia’s’, ‘Vaders’ and even some ‘Hans’ all wanted pictures with his dashing boyfriend, who was sporting a blonde wig with his costume and looking very un-Bucky like. But that wasn’t the only un-Bucky like thing about him today.

Sam had seen Bucky happy before, but never this carefree and, well, childlike and it was fucking endearing. Bucky was indulging himself in a way that hadn’t been available to him in his younger years. Preparing for this event had definitely kept him busy and he hadn’t had a nightmare in two weeks. Obviously getting involved in a hobby wasn’t going to be an instant and permanent fix; trauma recovery didn’t work like that, but Sam was proud of his nerdy boyfriend, recovering in his own way and allowing himself just to be.

Today Bucky wasn’t the Winter Soldier, the White Wolf or even Sargent Barnes.

Today he was James Buchanan Barnes: Nerd.

The man who Sam loved.

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letarasstuff · 3 years

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An awkward Meeting

(A/N): This was requested by an anon. I'm happy to finally present you this one, I really had fun writng it, because it's practically a casual slice out of the crime fighting lovelies :) Enjoy it!

Summary: Derek's daughter accompanies her Aunt and Uncle to the convention. That's pretty much it. Except for that one awkward meeting...

Warnings: A little awkwardness, Kevin Lynch, mentions of murdering someone (it's a joke), the reader dresses up as Black Widow (dunno why I say this, but maybe someone doesn't feel comfortable dressing up as a white/female character)

Wordcount: 1k

✨Masterlist✨ _________________________________

Derek Morgan is the king of teasing. No, really. If there was a medal and trophy for teasing, he would definitely have it displayed in his glass cabinet next to his daughter’s achievements.

That’s why (Y/N) has to defend her choice to go with her Aunt Penelope and Uncle Spencer to the bone. “Princess, are you really sure you want to do that? I mean, I won’t be mad to take you back home. We can relax on the couch or look at the new house I want to renovate. What do you say?”

(Y/N) pushes the hair from her wig out of her face. “I say no. Dad, I promised them to go and I worked way too hard and long on this cosplay to just don’t use it. Face the facts, your daughter is a nerd dressed in a Black Widow costume.”

Derek laughs and tries to ruffle her hair from his position without causing a car crash. “You, little missy, spent too much time with your Uncle Spencer when you were younger. I think I have to keep both of you from interacting with each other.”

“Oh shut it, you love us and our nerdy rants. Also you have to take the next exit”, his daughter says while looking at her phone for the directions. “Oh okay. I see. You don’t trust your old man bringing you to your little geek event or what?” He teases her and takes the turn.

“Ok, have fun with your Aunt and Uncle. Penelope will bring you home after you ate dinner together. Be good for them, understood?” “Yes”, (Y/N) murmurs while checking her bag.

Her father smirks. “Yes what?” “Sir, yes, Sir. Better?” He pulls her in for a hug. “Much. I love you.” The teenager opens the door and responds: “Love you, too! See you later!” And off she is, the red curls of her wig bouncing with her very step.

“Ah, there she- Oh my god, this cosplay is amazing, like literally everything. You really have to steal our spotlight, do you?” Penelope gushes over (Y/N)’s outfit. “No, I mean look at you. And Spencer, did you handknit that scarf, because I’ve been looking for one like this for ages and I couldn’t find one. You have to show me the pattern if you did.”

After a while of babbling over each other’s cosplay and how certain parts got done, the trio decides to go into the convention. “Okay, the TV Movie is at Hall H at 9. Can we go to that?” Penelope asks, being a step ahead of them. She is practically glowing with excitement.

“Absolutely!” Spencer tells her, being as delighted as the blonde techie. “Do you guys think we can make it to the Enterprise panel at 11? I really wanna see that”, (Y/N) nearly begs. She didn’t wait for nearly two months to miss it in the end.

Penelope nods. “Probably. Thank you both for coming.” “Of course, I wouldn’t want to miss it for the world”, the genius tells her. Together they go into the convention and nerd out about any little thing.

“Do you guys think my Dad would be mad if I bought that Bucky hoodie and Captain America shield after purchasing two pop figures already?” (Y/N) asks, looking indecisive. “There is only one way to find out", encourages Spencer with a sly smirk.

A little later they leave the complex to get a bit of fresh air after spending hours upon hours in a clamped building. As they fangirl about other people’s cosplays, they meet a familiar face.

“Penelope!” “Kevin” Garcia counters, though she is more solemn. “You came and brought a friend. CSU technician Sharp how are you?” Spencer and (Y/N) look at each other uncomfortably. This is definitely the most awkward situation they ever witnessed.

After telling Kevin how lame the whole convention is, Penelope takes her companions by the arm and drags them away.

“Wow, I’ve never seen Penelope Garcia this stiff. Are you sure you don’t have a stick up your-” “I dare you to end that sentence and I’ll tell your father the real amount of money you just spent in there”, she cuts the teenager off, looking her deadly serious into the eye.

This whole Kevin thing pretty much killed the mood, but they still go on with their day. They even meet Rossi, who seems like he just wants to forget that he saw the three of them in costumes.

Later that evening, (Y/N) sits with her Aunt on her couch nearly passed out from the food coma they induced themselves in. “To be honest, Penny, I think you can do 1000 times better without Kevin. Also, I can 100% kill that guy for you, I watched enough Bones episodes to know how to do the perfect crime.”

The blonde laughs and cuddles her godchild closer to her. “Naw, I can’t let you do that as a responsible wine aunt, but I thank you very much for the offer. Now get up, I have to get you home else your father will send out a search party with dogs and as much as I want to pet them I don’t think he will be happy about it.”

That night Derek enters his daughter’s room, spotting her on her bed nearly asleep. “I had the most awkward meeting today, Dad. It was even worse than your cooking fiasco last Christmas.” “Nothing is worse than that. The only thing able to trump that is Penelope meeting Kevin”, he laughs quietly. But as he sees his daughter nodding, his eyes go wide. “No they didn’t!”

“They did and it was super awkward!” Derek lays himself beside her. “Spill the beans. I have to know everything about that to tease your aunt at work.”

And this is exactly how they fall asleep, cuddled close to each other, gossiping about anyone they don't like.

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rebeccccccaaa · 3 years

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ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀ ɴᴇʀᴅ ⓟⓐⓡⓣ ①

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ғʀᴀᴛʙᴏʏ!ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ ʙᴀʀɴᴇs x sʜʏ-ɪsʜ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴀᴜ

(ɪɴᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇᴅ ɪ ɢᴜᴇss)

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: (two part series!) You’re starting to struggle in class and decide to ask your professor for some tutoring or extra classes to boost your grade. He ends up assigning the last person you’d expect to tutor you. (is it really a surprise though?)

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: none in this chapter ;)

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 𝟸.𝟸ᴋ ᴡᴏʀᴅs (sᴏʀʀʏ ɪᴛ’s ᴋɪɴᴅᴀ ʟᴏɴɢ)

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You stare at your work for what seems like hours before deciding to glance at the clock only to find it’s been 20 mins. This subject was never your strong suit but in order to earn your desired degree, you had to take this class. You’d been putting it off for some time but it’s just better to get it over with then struggle right before graduation. So here you are sitting and staring at the work that just doesn’t seem to make sense.

By the time your professor released the class for the day, you’d barely even lifted your pen from the table.

“Y/n, could I speak to you for a minute?” your professor said, “James, if you could stay as well.”

“What’s up, professor?” Bucky flashed a cheeky smile. The bastard has always been charming since you saw him and especially taking a couple classes with him too. A huge player too of course. I mean what’s a frat boy without getting laid after every party they throw.

“Lemme speak to you first,” he gestured to you, “how is the assignment going?”

You were a bit embarrassed to admit that you were struggling a lot especially in front of Bucky. He’s actually a pretty nice person but not really being a super social one yourself, he tends to intimidate you along with the rest of his friends more than you’d like to admit.

“Well if I’m being honest, I can’t seem to grasp onto the material. I’m really trying but I just can’t,” you practically whispered.

You didn’t want to but you took a quick glance at Bucky to see what he was probably thinking but thankfully he was on his phone; probably giving you as much privacy as he could.

“Well is there anything you like me to do to help in understanding the material? Maybe a tutor?”

“Yes, that would probably be beneficial,” you chuckled.

“Perfect, because James here is one the best students I’ve had,” ok kinda backhanded.

Bucky’s head shot up when he heard his name and quickly put his phone away averted his attention to the professor.

“Right James?”

“Hmm?”

“James here has a 97% in the class. He’s got the highest grade of all my classes,” the professor seemed like a proud father to him. Bucky merely just shook his head, getting really shy almost. Bucky, shy? Weird.

“I don’t think that’s true,” he murmured.

“Nope, 100% true. Your teachers and I talk a lot about you. You’re very gifted, James,” James looked at you completely embarrassed. You stood with wide eyes because you didn’t think frat boys actually took their studies seriously. They’re usually up late with all the parties they throw every weekend and some of them are so indulged into their sports that they probably didn’t have time to get A’s in their classes.

“So what do you say, Y/n? Willing to let him tutor you?”

“I mean if he has time and wants to, I’d be very appreciative of it.”

“Yeah I guess I can,” he smiled.

“Thank you, and thank you too, Professor.”

“Looking forward to that assignment, Y/n. Now scram, kids.”

“Hey thanks for-”

“You can’t tell anyone that I'm tutoring you,” he cut you off, not in a mean way, just panicked.

“Oh ok.”

“I mean it. Look it was already hard getting into the frat house and now being head of house, it’ll be embarrassing if they found out I’m a nerd.”

“What’s so bad about being a nerd?”

“I don’t know. It’s like an unspoken rule I guess.”

“What a nerd,” you joked.

“Whatever,” he chuckled, “So your place or mine?”

“Huh?” you questioned.

“For tutoring? Do you want me to come over?”

“Oh I thought we would do that in the library or something,” you responded.

“I mean we can, I just didn’t know what time and the library closes pretty early.”

“You can come over. I’ll ask my roommate if it’s ok.”

“Ok, let me get your number so we can coordinate.”

“Ok, thanks again, Tom.”

“Yeah, no problem,” he smiled back.

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“Girl what are you getting yourself into?” your roommate, Natasha questioned.

“What do you mean?”

“Buck is gonna tutor you? I’m pretty sure he knows jack shit about what is going on in that class.” Right, no one knows he’s practically a genius.

“I don’t know. My professor said he could help me so I’m gonna give it a shot. He can’t stupider than me, especially with this subject.”

“Ok,” she mocked.

“But if he tries anything let me know,” she warned.

“Why would he try anything?” you asked, confused about the sudden subject change.

“Y/n, Bucky is a huge player. He’s hooked up with like more than half the girls in the sorority houses. Hell, even I hooked up with him.”

“Oh my god, what!”

“It was last year when I was in a house. I hated it so I moved out this year. Still friends with Wanda though. You’d like her.”

“Ok well I don’t think he will, I mean look at me.”

“What?”

You hesitated because you weren’t the most confident person. There was nothing wrong with you but there also wasn’t anything special. You were barely a social person let alone some who could easily pursue a relationship or even a hook up.

“I think you’re hot, but something tells me you think otherwise,” Nat said.

“I don’t wanna get into it but just know you won’t have to worry about anything happening.”

You texted Bucky that he could come over whenever he was available and about 30 mins later he was knocking on your door ready to help you with the assignment.

+++

Obviously nothing happened that night, or the night after, or the night after. Or the next four weeks after. Bucky was actually helping you understand the material a lot better. You were still a bit confused but not as much as before. During your sessions you were beginning to learn a lot more things about Bucky like how his childhood best friend Steve Rogers was also a member in the house; and also knows about his prodigy brain.

“How’s the tutoring going?” Steve asked walking into the kitchen where you and Bucky were doing work.

“Good I guess,” you responded.

“Well I’ll uh, leave you two be.”

He didn’t in fact leave but instead start gesturing quite aggressively to ask you more questions to get to know you better. See what you didn’t know was that Bucky had taken even more of a liking to you since starting your study sessions together. He never pursued anything because he didn’t want to scare you and definitely didn’t want you to think that he was taking advantage of the situation you guys were in; you know being your tutor and all.

Sure Bucky was kind of a player but the rumors of sleeping with another girl at every party every weekend wasn’t totally true. He hooked up with a couple girls but he wasn’t a sex addict. And he definitely didn’t leave them high and dry. He would usually meet up with the girls but they didn’t seem to want anything more than a one night stand.

He sort of gave up on finding a relationship and soon after altogether stopped having sex, especially at their parties the boys host every weekend. He definitely wasn’t waiting until marriage but he didn’t want to feel used anymore because that was seemingly the case after each ‘hook-up’ that happened.

When Bucky first saw you in class, he truly thought you the most beautiful girl ever. He quickly caught on to the fact that you were not a social person; you weren’t exactly shy but definitely didn’t initiate conversation. You always kept to yourself in the back of each classroom and quietly did your work. Bucky goddamn fell head over heels for you.

But you two never talked.

Every chance he got to initiate some sort of conversation was quickly taken away whether it’d be the end of class time where you’d briskly leave the classroom to attend your next lecture, or the boys in his house would meet up with him completely interfering with his window to talk to you. And it’s not like you ever went to any of the frat parties.

So he continued to chase you all the while having absolutely no idea one of the most well known and well liked frat boys at the university having this massive giant enormous fat crush on you. And to top it off, now that he’s certainly got all the time in the world to finally get to know you, he freezes up and can only seem to answer your questions… about school.

You didn’t take Bucky to be such an awkward guy. You definitely didn’t think with all the girls that are constantly after him and how charismatic he seemed he would actually be super quiet awkward after the initial ‘Hey, what’s up!’.

You grew a liking to him though because he wasn’t annoying. The majority of guys in the house were pretty loud and obnoxious whenever you got the chance to hear them usually while you were studying in Bucky’s room because again, no one really knew how much of a nerd he really was. But you never actually met the rest of the boys. You’d always managed to sneak out to avoid confrontation about why you're even there.

Speaking of loud and obnoxious frat boys.

“Hey hey hey!” they walked in.

Immediately you and Bucky grabbed all the papers and threw them in your backpack while Steve went out to hopefully stall the boys from coming into the kitchen like they always did after football practice.

As soon as the last paper went inside your bag, the boys walked past Steve into the kitchen to find you and Bucky standing there awkwardly.

“Who’s this?” Tony asked.

“This is a girl in my class, Y/n.”

“Whatcha doing here?”

“She’s tutoring me,” Bucky quickly lied. Ironically.

“Oh man, dude,” one of the boys laughed.

“Well we’ll be out of your hair. Good luck, Bucky and don’t annoy her.”

“We’ll be in my room studying you guys are fine,” Bucky grabbed your arm and took upstairs to his room.

“So they’re fine with you being tutored but not tutoring?” you asked in a mocking tone.

“It’s a weird rule but also a lot of the guys downstairs get tutored too. Like Vis, and Thor, oh Thor. Loki does too and Steve. But if I’m being honest, I do in fact think Bruce and Tony are science nerds. But Tony sleeps around enough to distract from it, not Bruce so much but he’s pretty quiet.”

“Ugh, boys.”

“Anyways, shall we continue?” he chuckled.

“I guess, yeah.”

After about an hour in his room, you ended up leaning out of studying and more into talking and getting to know each other; properly this time.

“And yeah, that’s how my sister’s pants exploded.”

“That’s hilarious.”

There was a moment of silence between you two before it got too awkward and you spoke out.

“I should probably get going.”

“Do you need a ride?”

“I can call a cab. It’s fi-”

“Nonsense,” he interrupted, “I’ll drive you. It’s not a big deal.”

“Are you sure?” you asked.

“Yeah. It’s totally fine.”

You told Bucky your address to your apartment and remained in silence during the majority of the car ride.

“You know I never striked you as a quiet person,” you broke the silence.

“What? I’m not a quiet person.”

“Yes you are. Everytime we have a study session it’s usually silent until I have to ask you a question about something.”

“Well, it’s not my intention to be so awkward around you.”

“Why are you?” you asked him.

“I don’t know,” then it got quiet again.

You arrived at your apartment and unclicked your seatbelt. You turned to Bucky to say goodbye and realized how close you two were. Admittedly you didn’t mind too much; what you didn’t expect was for Bucky to in fact kiss you. He grabbed your arm gently and pulled closer to him as his eyes closed, lips moving against yours slowly. You weren’t exactly mad but you weren’t also happy with this outcome.

Despite Bucky not hooking up with anyone for a long time now and being completely enamored by you, you still believe he was a ladies man because he hadn’t told you otherwise. You didn’t want to be another name added to the list of a frat boy’s one night stands. So you pulled away with slightly furrowed brows and Bucky realized he fucked up.

“Thanks again, Bucky,” you quickly got out of the car, not acknowledging him shouting your name before the car door closed. You ran up the steps to enter your apartment as fast as you can, still feeling the taste of him on your lips and tongue. God why did he have to do that?

Bucky sat in his car for a bit but decided to leave to not bother you and possibly fuck things up more than they already are. He’ll wait for you to come to him so he doesn’t seem invasive. Yeah that’s the plan.

But things don’t normally go to plan right?

#bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #bucky x you #bucky #bucky fluff #frat!boy bucky barnes #collage!bucky #collage au

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Fictional characters that make up my personality:

Tony Stark: I’m extremely snarky and sarcastic. I come off as having a superiority complex but deep down I care about others well-being more than myself sometimes😅 bad anxiety.

Peter Parker: Nerd, Clueless 24/7, big Gen z energy

Sam Wilson: loyal, caring, also in love with Bucky, and I stand up for what is right as much as I can

Donald Ressler from The Blacklist: I try to do the right thing. I get overwhelmed easily but I still put others first, I can’t help it. Big simp energy. Loyal. Conflicted 24/7. Pretty boi. The difference between me and this character is that he’s more emotionally involved in some things than me and he has a kind of black and white mindset.

Weasley Twins: Pranks all day baby! (Note: my pranks do not bring physical harm to anyone)

Ramon from happy feet: I’m chaotic asf…I’m known to randomly break out in song whenever I feel the need. I’m awesome ofc, would definitely psych myself up to jump off of something, and I also wanna know what love is…

Around people I don’t like

Severus Snape: I hate all of you and you’ll know it. I’m very quick witted and take pride in that, I will gladly eat you up in an argument. I like peace and quiet…pls don’t talk…or move…or be in my general area. Judging 24/7. Miserable. Anti-social. Sass 101. Don’t like kids.

Bucky Barnes: I don’t wanna be here, idk why I’m here, but now that I’m here I’m gonna stare off into space to either escape reality momentarily or let you know I hate this situation without talking.

Sherlock or John Watson from bbc Sherlock: Depends on who I’m around. I’m either doing my own thing because I’m surrounded by idiots or I am the idiot but I’m the more responsible one.

Castiel Novak from supernatural: Fed up, tired, 100% done. My “people skills” are “rusty”. Don’t ask stupid questions.

Loki: “I’m a god, you dull creature!”

(Most of these are marvel😭would y’all believe me if I said I’m no longer apart of the mcu fandom?💀)

@madameish in case you still wanted to know mine

#about me #😆💚

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Bucky And Clint (Winterhawk) Masterlist 3

part one, part two

Clint's a Nerd From Iowa (ao3) - awesomerosie

Summary: Part of the Avengers shows up on Clint's lawn. He doesn't want them there, but he's also too lazy to make them leave. Clint shows them around Iowa anyway because he's a nice guy, and somewhere along the way secrets that weren't really secrets come out.

Clint's Hugging Service (ao3) - pherryt Rating: General

Summary: Bucky really, really wants to know what a Clint Barton hug feels like. Everyone else seems to swear by them.

idiots in love (ao3) - samandbucky Rating: Teen And Up

Summary: It's pretty obvious that Bucky and Clint are dating. Everyone can see it. Well, everyone except for Bucky and Clint.

Laconic Lassitude (ao3) - Cristinuke Rating: Mature

Summary: Clint Barton and Bucky Barnes just wanted everyone to leave them alone.

Liminal Spaces (ao3) - thepartyresponsible Rating: Mature

Summary: “Clint,” Steve says, and it’s that same no-bullshit, do-or-die, I really, really mean it voice he used to trot out in the last few innings of close games in high school. “Bucky’s not gonna fly. He’s not going to drive himself. He can’t— I need you to drive him here.”

“Oh, fuck you,” Clint says, and hangs up.

Lucky in Love (ao3) - dr_girlfriend Rating: Explicit

Summary: Clint is only a couple of sips into his cardboard cup of coffee, his brain barely out of neutral, which is probably why it takes him so long to realize that some damn psycho is trying to kidnap his dog.

Misinterpretations (ao3) - shatteredhourglass Rating: Explicit

Summary: Clint is the only omega on the Avengers, which isn't necessarily a bad thing, but it'd be more fun if people didn't treat him differently because of it. Especially Bucky Barnes, who he may or may not have a crush on.

Nearsighted; Farsighted (ao3) - sevdrag (seventhe) Rating: Explicit

Summary: A set of suspicious murders has Chief of Police Carter calling in Section Chief Coulson from the BAU to help them catch what might be a serial killer. As good as Detectives Rogers and Barnes are, they'll need help if they want to catch the unsub the press are calling Red Skull, a killer whose motives need to be evaluated close-up as well as from a distance. Barnes, especially - who doesn't like help and doesn't like people - might be surprised by the way this case unfolds, if he can manage to work with SSAs Romanoff and Barton long enough to find some answers.

yep, it's the Avengers in a Criminal Minds AU, brace yourself. Clint and Bucky stumble against a unique case, a ruthless killer, and a set of skills that shouldn't match up as well as they do. For the Winterhawk fic exchange, 2018, the year I threw myself into the fireplace for love of this stupid pairing.

Not That Type Of Boy (ao3) - flawedamythyst Rating: Mature

Summary: Despite what Bucky's mom thinks, casual sex is definitely not a ‘warning sign’ about his ‘mental health’. Still, having her walk in the morning after a hookup to find his Grindr match still there promises the most awkward breakfast ever...

shh, don't tell (ao3) - shatteredhourglass Rating: Explicit

Summary: “You’re married, Clint?”

“Oh,” Clint says, looks down at the silver band on his ring finger. He rubs at it with his thumb idly, sees a glimmer of purple from the inner part. It makes him realize that Steve doesn’t see him without his gloves on that often. “Yeah."

Silhouette (ao3) - mariana_oconnor Rating: Mature

Summary: After a mission in Mexico goes wrong, SHIELD Agents Barnes and Rogers are given the job of hunting down the notorious Hawkeye and the Black Widow, the only problem being: no one even knows what they look like.

On the other side of the law, Clint's enjoying messing with their new SHIELD shadows, especially seeing how close he can get to Agent Barnes without him realising, but he makes the mistake of getting attached, and that makes everything more complicated.

Strike at the Heart of (ao3) - sara_holmes Rating: Teen And Up

Summary: The Avengers think he's traumatised, Fury thinks he needs a break, Natasha wants him to recover. Well, screw those guys. Clint is going to go and make some new friends that appreciate how badass and competent and not-messed-up-after-Loki he is.

It goes great, until it doesn't.

these words tattooed on my wrist (ao3) - samandbucky Rating: Teen And Up

Summary: Fuck. Shit. Goddamnit. Stupid fucking stairs are tattooed on Bucky's wrist.

Why? Bucky has no idea. He doesn't understand why his soulmate couldn't have a normal greeting, or even really cute words like most people have on their wrist. But no, not Bucky. Of course not.

The Trouble Boys Can Get Up To When Unsupervised (ao3) - sharkie335 Rating: Explicit

Summary: Bucky and Clint discover a mutual interest in BDSM. Then they discover a mutual interest in each other. Over time, they discover lots of other things.

This Love is Ours (ao3) - hopelessly_me Rating: Teen And Up

Summary: After seven months of secretly dating, all it took was a little bit of exhaustion and a rude reporter for their secret to be revealed.

Trading in on Our Names (ao3) - pherryt Rating: Teen And Up

Summary: Hawkeye and the Winter Soldier didn't know each others identities. Being mercenaries meant secrets both inside and outside of the jobs. That didn't stop either of them from admiring from afar, resigned to never going any further.

Then Clint and Bucky started dating and life got a little more complicated...

Well, I Guess it Would be Nice (ao3) - ElloPoppet Rating: Teen And Up

Summary: “I want it to be Barton,” Bucky said, and Clint let loose a breath that he hadn’t realized he’d been holding, because of course Barnes would choose…

…Barton? As in Clint? As in himself?

Aw, what.

What do you mean we left Clint on Mars? (ao3) - sara_holmes Rating: Teen And Up

Summary: “What do you mean we left Clint on Mars?”

Cap’s incredulous voice cuts through the stunned silence of the cockpit, loud and shocked. He’s standing there with his cowl in hand, gaping at the holo-screen at the front of the jet. Next to him, Tony is standing with his hands on his head, mouth hanging open in a similar fashion. Over on the other side of the cockpit is Jane, who has both palms clapped across her mouth like she’s trying to hold back hysterical giggles.

For his part, Bucky is just staring at the screen like he can’t quite believe what’s going on.

Wrong Train To The Right Destination (ao3) - flawedamythyst Rating: Teen And Up

Summary: Bucky and Clint have lots in common, not least that they can both see colour but don't have a soulmate.

(Five times a secret was revealed, and one time they realised something blatantly obvious.)

#themculibrary #winterhawk #bucky barnes #clint barton #mcu #marvel #winterhawk masterlist

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