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[inviswounds]

Some Girl - Bucky Barnes

WARNINGS: Mention of sex/adult themes.

SUMMARY: You and Bucky have been together secretly for the past couple of weeks. 

A/N: Posting these on Tumblr for the bucky fans :)

*Your POV*

"Good morning, doll." I heard a voice say. I hesitantly open my eyes and see Bucky laying in my bed. His brunette hair was messy and his voice was deeper than usual; his blue eyes were piercing. I rub my eyes and groan.

"Morning," I reply, gently rolling over and wrapping my arms around him. Our bodies were now pressed together.  We both smiled as we stared into each other's eyes, trying our best to read the other person's thoughts. "What?" I asked, giggling. His hands moved along my body, and his eyes followed them before coming back to meet mine.

"You're just really beautiful." He says, licking his lips. I playfully roll my eyes and roll over to face the other way. He lets out a load groan, "come back to me." I laugh as I grab my phone from the bed side table before finding my way back into Bucky's arms. He holds me tighter. I scroll through instagram while he cuddles into me, closing his eyes. 

"Don't go back to sleep, Buck." I say, forcing him to open his eyes. He squints his eyes at me and furrows his eyebrows. I throw my leg over the top of his and cuddle into him, moving my phone to the side. "We have to get up."

"Can't we just stay like this?"

"I wish." I give him a quick peck on the lips before sitting up. He tiredly flops onto his stomach and throws his face at the pillows. I quickly head towards the bathroom, fiddling with the hair tie wrapping my hair in a messy bun. After a struggle, my hair falls onto my shoulders gently. 

I turn on the bathroom light and look at myself in the mirror. I let out a sigh before turning on the tap and splashing my face with the cool water. That always helped me wake up in the morning. I took a deep breath before walking towards the closet to pick my outfit. We didn't have any missions today, but we did have a few meetings and scheduled 'time together' with the rest of the group. Steve thinks it's a good idea to have allocated times where we have to hang out as a group. He says it helps our teamwork. I pull out some comfortable clothes and dress myself. As I turn to look back at my bed, Bucky is still laying there face down. 

"Bucky!" I call, he jumps slightly in a panic. 

"W-What?" He says tiredly. He looks at you and then at the clock before quickly jumping out of the bed. "Oh shit!" He grabs his clothes from last night and puts them on in a hurry. 

"Buck, don't let them see you." I say, as I fiddle through the jewellery on my desk. He nods and runs towards the door before stopping, turning around, and running back to give me a kiss. The quick peck lasted only a second before he rushed out of my room. I licked my lips and smiled to myself. 

After I finish getting ready, I head to the main room for Tony's meeting. I presumed it would be about the usual stuff, ya know, someone not doing their chores, or someone messing up on an assignment. He said it wasn't an emergency so it couldn't have been anything too bad. We all sit around the table in the main room, talking amongst ourselves. Tony walks in a few minutes later, of course he had to make his own entrance. 

"Right, settle down." He said, standing at the head of the table. The talking died out and we all looked at Tony. He glanced around at all of us while sighing. "Avengers, I hate to be the guy do this," he started. I looked around nervously. "If you're going to have people over, too uh," my eyes widened. Oh god. "You know what i mean," 

"No, Tony, I don't." Clint joked. Tony looked at him and took a deep breath, 

"If you're gonna do- that, you can at least clean up after yourselves." He replied. Clint leaned back in his chair with his arms crossed and laughed under his breath. "Please don't leave anyone's lingerie laying around." 

"Someone invited a girl over and she left her underwear?" Sam laughed, looking around at everyone to trying to figure out who it was. Tony nodded and raised his eyebrows, 

"Anyone want to own up?" He asked. My eyes glance around the people sitting at the table, I also wanted to figure out who it could be. "They were left in the gym." My eyes instantly widen and my lips part. I suddenly remember what Bucky and I had done in the gym yesterday after working out. I quickly look at Bucky, who's eyes were already on mine. His in-concealable panicked face said it all. Everyone turned to look at him slowly. 

"Bucky!" Sam gasped, looking at him. Fuck. This was it. Everyone was going to find out about us. He was going to tell them.

"Yeah, uh, it was me." He said. I blinked and turned away, knowing what was about to happen. He gulps, "I just had some girl over, thats all, my bad." My eyes slowly drift back to his, but his are no longer focused on me. He won't even look at me after saying that. 

"In the gym? Come on!" Natasha attested, rolling her eyes. Bucky looked around the room apologetically, hoping no one would make a big deal out of this. 

"That's weird," Steve added. He looked at Bucky and then at me. Steve had known for a while now that something was definitely going on between the two of us. I laughed nervously and looked down. Bucky looked at me and chuckled slightly. 

I looked up to realise everyone's eyes were on me. They could feel something wasn't right. I smiled at all of them and stood up before making my way back to my room.  As soon as I reached my room, I could barely hold back my laughter. As if  Bucky would just have 'some girl' over. Even though he put on this tough guy act, deep down he was too shy for that. 

Later, Bucky came to my room. "Hey," He whispers, shutting the door quietly behind him. I look up from my phone and smile. He wanders over to me and slowly gets on top of me, nuzzling his head into my chest. 

"Some girl, huh?" I say. He immediately looks up at me and lightly scrunches his face, trying to find his words. 

"Yeah, you know me," he jokes, "just messing with random girls." We both laugh as I pull him back closer to me, wrapping my arms around him. We lay there in silence for a moment, just holding each other. He looks up at me, studying my face. I smile.

"What?" I giggle. Without another word, he places his lips onto mine. I immediately kiss back, reaching my hand to his hair. His hand trails down my back as he slowly pulls me on top of him. As the kiss grew more passionate, I could feel him reaching to my jeans to take them off. He pulled away for a second to look down at my jeans to see what he was doing, but I quickly smashed our lips together hungrily. I grabbed at his shirt, trying to pull it off of him but I couldn't. He laughed between our kisses as he took his shirt off himself. I ran my hands down his chest as the kiss deepened even more. He pushed me onto my back so now he was on top and began pulling my pants down. Before we could go any further, we heard a gasp coming from the door. We immediately stopped and looked up. To our horror, Steve was standing right in the doorway of my bedroom. He blinked in silence for a moment.

"Uh- sorry, um," he mumbled nervously, not knowing whether to leave, cover his eyes or just continue staring in shock. 

"It's not what it looks like." I said, beginning to panic. Before I could make up an excuse, or a lie, Bucky had come clean.

"Ok fine we're together," He said, bringing up the sheets to cover you. I gently hit his chest and looked at him in shock. He titled his head and half smiled at me before turning back towards Steve, "Don't tell anyone!" Steve placed his hand on his forehead, still staring at us in disbelief. His mouth opened slightly, like he wanted to say something but couldn't find the words.

"Get out Steve!" Bucky yelled, throwing an arm out. Steve turned to leave, but before he did, he turned back around and looked at us again. 

"Wait what? You two?" Steve added, as if it had only just clicked in his brain. 

"Steve!"

With that, he swung around quickly and slammed the door shut. Before either of us could say anything, Bucky began to laugh. I pushed him off of me and rolled my eyes playfully,

"That's not funny," I said. He covered his mouth as he rolled over, not believing what had just happened. "He knows about us now!" Bucky quickly pulled me into him, forcing my head onto his chest as he hugged me tightly. I could feel his heartbeat begin to slow as he calmed down. I wrapped my arms around his torso and sighed. 

"Hey, y/n," he whispered, tightening his grip. 

"Hmm." 

"I love you." He said. I froze. We had never said that to each other. I could feel my smile growing on my face as I turned to look at him. He seemed nervous, but quickly relaxed once he saw my expression. I kissed his lips gently, I blinked rapidly as we pulled apart. Before I could get too far, he leaned in for another, lightly kissing my lip as I pulled myself away. I slowly opened my eyes to look at him,

"I love you too."

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Just What You Wanted

Pairing(s): onesided!Pietro Maximoff x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: pietro really misses his chance here, oocpietro? (first time writing him), reader being a big adult and moving on, pietro acting like a child, mentions of sexy time (readerxbucky), toxic!pietro, protective!bucky

Words: 4430

Summary: You decided to take your chance and ask Pietro out. There had to be more to his flirting right? Unfortunately he turns you down but you won't waste your time mourning what could have been. You move on and find a perfect partner in the Winter Soldier.

"Maybe I got the signals mixed up?" You lightheartedly muse to Wanda. Carefully, you push down on the button stopper of the wine box that was situated between the two of you.

Wanda shakes her head. "Don't even give it a second thought. He's my brother and I love him, but you can do WAY better than him." She couldn't fathom why Pietro would reject your proposition of a date. Wanda knew her twin brother liked you. Painfully obvious in the obnoxious manner both of you flirt.

Making a mental note to chew him out later, Wanda tilts the remainder of her own wine glass into her mouth. "He's been acting like a complete ass since we arrived in America. I think now that he has freedom, he's overdosing on it. What was the term Tony used?"

You choke on your wine, a snort burning your nose and throat. "Man-whore."

She nods. "Yes! That is it. He's become quite a man-whore!"

Near dying next to her, you're forced to put down your wine glass or you would ruin your bedspread. Once your hands were free, you use them to clutch your stomach as it aches from your laughter.

Really you weren't that upset about it. You thought you would give it a shot, maybe something was there. No big duh to you.

"Did he really say he didn't want to date you because you're coworkers?" Confusion still plagued Wanda as she slowly blinks her eyes. Trying to understand what her brother was thinking. They didn't have that type twin telepathy. That was mainly based on feelings. "That's complete bull."

"Honestly it's okay. Really." You tell Wanda trying to calm her down. "He's probably right. No harm done."

Wanda placates her own feelings with a smile at how unperturbed you were by the rejection. Pietro was a fool. His loss will be someone else's gain.

Not long after someone else did stumble upon you.

Never before had you worked with the Winter Soldier. You'd seen him around Avenger's HQ and spotted him in the common areas, but you wouldn't say you were close to Bucky Barnes. Only a handful of friendly words had ever been shared between you.

The assignment that paired you together with him would ultimately turn out to be a blessing in disguise. A simple mission that you confidently thought you could finish in no time. The run of the mill shadow organization that possessed weapons of mass destruction and infiltrating said organization. You and Bucky were picked for this based on your success record and skill set. You found it a compliment as you heard nothing but great things about Bucky. He was a fine soldier and outstanding friend to Steve Rogers.

Fury told you the timeline looked to be a month before this organization known as 'Specter' planned to launch its weapon. A major problem was that their base was hidden so both you and Bucky would have to go deep undercover.

You shared an close space with Bucky and found him pleasurable to be around. He was easy on the eyes too. His smile makes every inch of you flutter delightfully. Similar to how flirting with Pietro made you feel.

Patience was required when gathering intel. An operation like this couldn't be rushed. That meant learning more about Bucky. He even manages to pry some stories from your childhood out of you. Things you hadn't remembered in a long time.

When passing binoculars, fingers linger against one another. Excuses of offering warmth just so that you could press yourself against him. His jacket might as well have belonged to you now due to how often you were wearing it now.

"It looks better on you anyway." Bucky would tell you. A heaviness in his gaze puts all of your functions at a halt.

You started noticing how kissable his lips looked. Or the fine veins that run along his hands. Beautiful as they held a gun. Between your legs start to ache for him when you watch Bucky strangling a man for information. You never found violence. . . attractive until you worked with Bucky. It was just a means to get by. A requirement for the world you lived in.

Throughout the mission, you manage to keep things professional. Even though the burning gazes exchanged were still frequent. You had to focus your efforts on completing your assignment. Bucky respects that type of work ethic.

Identifying the main figures within Specter was easy once missing pieces were filled with the information you received along the way. One would be spared for questioning, the other two were quickly disposed of.

When your prisoner was handed over to the government which held dominion, you and Bucky head back to the room you'd been using to hide out in.

You were excited to go home and tell Wanda all about it. You're giddy, imagining her scandalized reaction that you loved. Her eyes would get so big, hands clutching onto your arm begging for more details.

A knock at the door puts a pause in your packing as you go to check the peephole. You open it once you verify it's just Bucky. "You all done packing? Sorry, I'll just be five more minutes."

He closes the door behind him. "It's not that."

The depth of his voice has you shivering, turning back to him with your full attention. He's cleaned off the dirt from his face and changed his clothes. Appeared Bucky even brushed his dark hair. Disheveled Bucky was sexy but cleaned up Bucky was a god damn smoke show. Your bones become trembling jelly as he stalks up to you.

"I believe, we have some personal business to take care of." The corner of his lips twitch up in a predatory manner to show off his sharp cuspids.

"By all means," You breathe out and internally cheer when it doesn't come out as a squeak "lets commence the business Mr. Barnes."

The delay of your return to headquarters did raise brows.

Especially Pietro's.

You took Wanda by the arm and she knew you had a story to tell. Using her magic-like ability, she conjures a bottle of wine accompanied by two glasses.

Two schoolgirls giggling and kicking their legs as they talk about one's crush.

"And he told me-" your cheeks hurt from your smile "that he wants to take me out on a proper date."

Wanda swoons backwards as she falls against your bed. She says something in her native Sokovian before switching to English "I told you that you could do much better than Pietro."

From then on it was a common occurrence to find you and Bucky together. You visit one another's room frequently day and night. Time spent not on assignment, Bucky would take you out on both fun and romantic dates. He wooed you like no other man had before. A goddamn gentleman who ate and slurped your pussy in a way that sucked the soul right out of you.

There were men before Bucky but sweet mercy they couldn't compare to the beast that was Bucky once he got your legs perched atop his shoulders. You would never had taken him for a sloppy eater, not by the way he used his fork and knife when he took you out to fancy restaurants. When he slides in his cold metal fingers, your back spikes up in a arch off the bed.

However, not everyone in the Avenger's Headquarters was happy for you and Bucky.

When Pietro first walked into the communal kitchen to find Bucky's hand up your shirt, he nearly suffered from an aneurysm on the spot. Thankfully his feet reacted faster than his brain and took off in the opposite direction before either of you noticed his presence. He'd heard the office gossip that you and Bucky were an item now. Pietro arrogantly thought that your relationship with the winter soldier was a fling or some fucked up way for get back at him for turning you down.

Hitting the two month mark had Pietro sweating. Your relationship with Bucky was thriving. The sting of betrayal sears his insides. When he voices his woes to his twin, Wanda held no comforting words for him.

"Oh well. They love each other now. So you have to move on." Uncaringly, her attention goes back to her phone. "You had your chance, Pietro."

He shoots his sister a glare. "Have some empathy."

That makes her laugh but at least Wanda puts her phone down and turns back to Pietro. "Empathy? Refresh my memory, what was the real reason why you didn't date her?" He'd told you it was because you were coworkers. Claimed he didn't want things to be weird around HQ. Conveniently forgetting that Wanda and Vision were in a happy relationship. But she knew the disgusting truth.

His eyes turn pleading, round and lined with those pretty lashes he flaunted. "Wanda-"

"No, I want to hear you say it again and really help me try to understand." Her arms cross in front of her.

Pietro takes his bottom lip between his teeth to give it a worrying chew. "I. . . I wasn't ready to be in a monogamous relationship- Hey, I'm being serious." He adds the last part after he hears Wanda snort. "We spent all of our adolescence and young adult lives under HYDRA control. It's only been two years since we were liberated. I want to live a little bit more before settling down."

"And look what that has cost you."

"I didn't think-"

"No, you didn't." Wanda's exasperated. "That's not a good excuse. Bucky is in the same boat as us and just because he missed out on having a life he didn't let that stop him from making things official with her."

In short, Pietro simply had no choice but to deal with it. And his way of dealing with it was bringing home his current ladies in the hopes of catching your attention. If you see him with another woman, maybe your jealous would remind you of your feelings for him. That tactic didn't work and only gained him disapproving looks from his twin. He stopped when it was clear your heart eyes weren't straying from Bucky.

Evident that he wasn't going to win you back, Pietro's disbelief curdled to jealousy.

Words weren't enough to bring him to his senses; none in English or Sokovian reached his ears. Exhausted from trying to speak reason to him, Wanda stops all together. Perhaps her brother needed to fall on his ass to wake up.

You weren't blind to Pietro's spike in hostile conduct. Lately there were a few close calls between Bucky and Pietro. Bucky refused to stand for Quicksilver's attitude. Fists weren't raised- not yet. But if looks could kill, both would be incinerated.

Unable to ignore Pietro at Headquarters, you and Bucky take the plunge and buy an apartment together and move out of the superhero facility all together. The apartment complex was still relatively close to headquarters; mainly housing other staff that worked out of there.

Just because you removed yourselves, you were still Avengers and required to attend functions for different movie fundraisers or anything else that had you in hair and make-up for two hours. It paid off to watch Bucky's mouth near drop at the sight of you. This once-assassin who has blood on his hands truly did something to you when he wore a sharp suit. Seams that are streamline and highlight his broad shoulders. Even his waist was deliciously framed. You wanted to hop on him and wrap your legs around that sinfully sexy waist.

Alas, neither you or Bucky could just continue to stand there drooling over the other.

"Wipe your chin, Barnes." Natasha teases as she passes by. To you she shoots a lively smile. "Come on you two. Free booze and food await us."

Pietro had already found the said free booze; ignoring the free food part. He was obligated to attend the gala, agreed to it months ago. If he backed out now, everyone else would have his ass over the fire.

Though he felt like maybe it would have been better had he just said fuck it and stayed home. Especially when you and Bucky walk in looking like the perfect couple. Cameras went off yet people kept a respectful distance from the two of you. You basically had your own guard dog in the form of the Winter Soldier. He towers over you in a way that told others to back off; a protective hand holding onto your's. Both of you are quite the sight standing next to Wanda and Vision. Wanda happily hugs you, her words lost to the loud background music.

He can't take his eyes off of you.

Alcohol warming his system, Pietro downed glass after glass. There was a momentary warmth he felt inside of him before he caught sight of you again.

Hating seeing the two of you together, Pietro spirals in his own head. Plenty of pretty girls around him, all he could focus on was you and the fact that you were hanging off the arm of a murderer. Everyone seemed to have so quickly forgotten that this man killed Howard and Maria Stark.

The moment you unlatched yourself from Bucky's side to go to the bar, Pietro descent upon you.

Your heightened senses barely register the high velocity sound that you associated with Quicksilver. Half a step back was all you were able to make before you heard his husky voice "You find killers sexy?"

His question rakes claw marks against your mind. "What?"

A mocking laugh puffs out of him and he rolls his eyes over in Bucky's direction. "The Winter Soldier. You like the fact that he's murdered innocent people?"

On edge, you notice in your periphery how people were starting to turn to look your way. The volume of Pietro's voice was gradually starting to rise and draw onlookers.

Flushing and attempting to retain your composure, you keep your shoulders back confidently. “Looks like you’ve had too much to drink.” Your eyes search the crowd for Wanda so that she could take him home before he said or did anything he’d regret later. You couldn’t see her or her floating man among the many bobbing heads. Even unable to find Bucky despite his stature.

“Deflecting the question, I see.” Pietro smugly smirks at you; a sway in the step that he took forward. “Shall I raise my voice so you can hear better?”

You narrow your eyes into deadly slits as you squint at him. He was clearly not in his right mind. “What do you want, Pietro?” What was this sudden change in him about? The moment your relationship became public knowledge, Pietro had been pissy ever since. He was the one who rejected you. The one who told you that you shouldn't date because you're coworkers. He had no right to be jealous.

Bucky suggested a few weeks ago that Pietro may still be interested in you. Proposed that his peaked interest must have been from seeing you and Bucky together. At the time you laughed it off. A corner of your mind was screaming at you to listen to him.

Not appreciating how closely he leaned into you, Pietro snarls "That guy has taken numerous, innocent lives. How could you fuck someone with that kind of blood on their hands?" Now you were sure more and more people were pulling out their phones and recording to send to whatever social media platform.

Heat rises off of your cheeks as they blare like alarms. You felt your body tremble not because you were afraid, no, you tremble under the weight of your own fury. Your powers rattled the bars of the cage you kept it in. Clenching down hard against your back teeth with the effort to keep them at bay.

"You know why he did those terrible things. It wasn't him." Growling softly you try desperately to keep a semblance of a calm tone. You were never the type to show your anger. The public might turn against you if they see you break from Pietro's cruel words. Even the bits you were letting slip was enough for your audience to know you were beyond furious. "He was under HYDRA mind control. You of all people should understand the ways HYDRA implements their tools of pain." It wasn't working.

You needed Bucky before you really snapped your last strand of patience.

At least Pietro had enough sense to take a step away from you. In his drunken stupor, he hadn't noticed the crowd. Dozens of people holding up their smartphones, a few reporters who were allowed in were snapping bright pictures. That's when he saw Bucky and Wanda toward him.

Wanda uses her power to wrap him up in scarlet bindings and drag him to where she stood at the cusp of the crowd. She spits something out in Sokovian toward him, motioning for Bucky to go to your side and get you out of there. He looked more ready to rip Pietro apart but valued your wellbeing over all else and easily strode to you.

He slings a protective arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to his side in an attempt to keep you out of the sight of cameras.

Those involved were taken back to Avengers HQ so the situation could be straightened out. That is, after Fury was done yelling at everyone for how they acted at what was supposed to be an extravagant gala. Admonished how you and Pietro were acting like dramatic high schoolers with your stunt and how this would definitely tarnish the reputation of earth's mightiest heroes. Pietro was still as drunk as a skunk, hissing at everyone who tried to get near him. Only being held back by Wanda who was still yelling at him in Sokovian. As everyone argued back and forth, only you and Bucky remained quiet.

A small upside could be found. Though it was quite the public altercation, popularity for you and Bucky as a couple sky rocketed. Within the hours of it happening, many social media websites exploded with praise at how you defended your man.

That news wasn't enough to make anyone happy at the moment.

Seeing that nothing would be resolved with such bickering, Bucky clears his throat to draw everyone's attention to him. "May I get a word with Pietro alone?"

Fury doesn't look like he wants to allow it. He was assured though that if anything were to happen, Bucky would be able to stand on his own and fend off an angry Pietro. His single dark eye roves around the room before conceding to Bucky's request.

Motive unclear, you arch a brow in his direction. He just offers you a smile and leans toward you to say "It'll be alright. Jus' wanna talk to him."

"I've seen you 'just talk' to people before." You remind him trying to keep your voice stern. "Don't make things worse. Okay?"

"Yes ma'am." That smirk of his will be the death of you, you just know it. There's a silent exchange between you and Wanda who finally relinquishes her scarlet restraints on her twin brother. Pietro staggers without the additional support that held him up.

"Fifteen minutes. Cameras are rolling." Fury warns as he escorts the others out.

Comfortably strolling forward, Bucky pulls out one of the conference chairs that had been entirely ignored. "Take a seat, Maximoff." Immediately there's a snarl curling Pietro's lips until Bucky rolls his eyes. "Or stand. Doesn't matter I guess. Just, listen to me for a moment."

Inebriated individuals don't understand reason, too caught up in their own tilted perception. He wants to do anything else but listen to Bucky prattle on about how he needs to back off of you. That you belonged to him now and how he wouldn't tolerate Pietro's pursuit of you.

Luck appeared to be on Bucky's side for the alcohol was wearing off of Pietro as he started to lose his steam and reluctantly slink down into the chair opposite Bucky's. His dark eyes hold steady onto the metal armed man. Remembering all too clear the stories that HYDRA would tell him and Wanda about the best operative they've ever had: the Winter Soldier. Would this legend of a man be able to hold off Pietro's speed attacks if he were to try?

Honestly he was tired of being angry. Emotions both positive and negative were siphoned out of him until there was nothing left.

Bucky could see that.

"Whatever we say here, stays here." Bucky speaks again, each word cruelly clipped. They strike Pietro like small arrows. Nothing could prepare him for the dead eyed glare that now pinned him to his chair. "Your behavior stops here. I've been more than patient. Held my tongue and my fist when I wanted to knock some sense into you. I didn't, for her sake since she didn't want to cause any trouble among the team. But you're spoiled brat act can't be tolerated anymore. You embarrassed all of us at the gala and made the Avengers look like fools."

His metal hand curls its fingers inwards toward his palm before releasing; an attempt to calm himself before his tone became too heated.

Pietro waits for any sign of movement for Bucky as the larger man deeply inhales. Finally, Bucky's eyes flick back up to him. "I get it."

With a heavy tongue, Pietro croaks out "Get what?"

"I know why and what has fueled your actions. Underneath it all you may have possibly loved her. You're upset that you lost your chance with her. It sucks, it has to to lose someone as amazing as her. I couldn't imagine. . ."

There's a flicker of anger at how the Winter Soldier spoke to him. Reminded Pietro of when his father would scold him as a child.

Bucky's voice soften when he detects the subtle twitch of Pietro's nose. He promised you that he wouldn't escalate things. "I'm sorry. I feel for you. But. . . I'm not going to be stupid enough to let her go. As long as she'll have me, she's mine."

He wanted to ignore the sincerity that warmed Bucky's words. Wanted to keep what little resentment remained inside.

Abruptly, Bucky stands from his chair; bottom of the legs scraping against the floor and startling Pietro in the process. In half a second, Pietro is up on his feet, taking a defensive position. Though his movements were sloppy as his perception was still muddled from his quickly consumed drinks.

Whatever camaraderie had been built between them in those short minutes of Bucky talking was gone. Back were those assassin sharp eyes. "If you upset her one more time, it won't be me you'll have to deal with. It will be the Winter Soldier coming after you. And I can guarantee not even your speed will be able to stop that monster."

"I told you."

He didn't want to hear it from Wanda right now. Damn her for always being right. Right now he just wanted to forget how he made such an ass of himself in front of so many people. When he wasn't trying to fend off his massive hangover migraine he was scrolling through social media, coming upon videos of how he spat in your face saying all sorts of cruel and vindictive things to you. So many mean comments slandering Quicksilver and adoring the hero couple.

In an attempt to drown out Wanda, Pietro grabs his pillow and lays it over his head.

That wouldn't stop her as she was on the war path. He'd hurt her best friend.

Red tendrils of her power rip his pillow off of his head. Pietro hisses in response and whips his head to narrow his eyes in her direction. "You're going to apologize to her. Because if you don't and pull this kind of shit again, Bucky is going to kill you and I won't be able to stop him. You're an idiot for not realizing how protective he is of her." She mumbles something about how lucky he was that Bucky hadn't smashed his face in the conference room during their private chat.

Quiet for a moment, Pietro sits up and leans his back against the bed's headboard. "I know. . . I know I've fucked everything up. I just. . ."

Wanda still has her arms crossed in front of her chest, posture vibrating with the need to throttle her twin. The frostiness in her expression slackens though at Pietro finally admitting that he was in the wrong. Not like she got satisfaction out of it. It pained her watching her brother act like a total dick head toward her best friend. It wasn't long ago that she thought you and Pietro would make a nice couple.

He sighs and runs a hand through his ash blonde hair, repeating "I've fucked everything up."

"At least you're owning up to it." quietly points out Wanda.

Time was necessary for all wounds to heal. That applied toward the ones Pietro had caused. He gave you space for two days before he came up to you to ask for a private word; promising he'd behave and that he just wanted to apologize for everything. Even told you about what Bucky had said to him.

You knew he told the truth because his face was the definition of genuine remorse and repentance.

For most of his speech he looked at his hands, but when he dared to glance up at you Pietro would hold your gaze. His earnestness brimming in his blue eyes. For so long they had been darkened by his discontent. Now they remind you of the pretty bright hue they used to be.

After a moment of silence, Pietro hesitantly asks "Are you happy with him? Truly?"

"I am. I've never been this happy in my entire life. He makes me happy." A bright smile flourishes on your face. "I love him."

Pietro nods.

"Hey, even if things didn't work out romantically with us doesn't mean I don't want to be friends with you. I do. We had fun as friends." You bump him with your elbow.

A wisp of a smile beckons at his lips but couldn't quite get all the way there. "I'd like that. Eventually. . ."

"Eventually." You repeat in agreement.

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hi! i love your work, and was wondering if you could make a readerxbucky fic for me? specifically for a reader who is really scared of the dark. something along the lines of one night reader is pissing in the middle of the night and on their way back to their room their fear gets so bad that they end up having a small panic attack and require (bf) buckys help to calm down. plus cuddles at the end ofc!

Thank you for the request!!!

pairing: bucky barnes xf!reader (any race)

wc: 597

summary: bucky comforts you after you have a panic attack

warnings: fear of the dark, panic attack, fluff, comfort, pet name [baby]

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The lights of the bathroom flicker as another round of thunder shakes the earth. You wash your hands as quickly as possible, barely drying them as you flick off the lights. The nightlight glows, providing you with some relief. Your house is littered with them, illuminating your path just enough for you to find your way back to your room each night.

Another flash of lightning, another rumble of thunder, and a moment later, you’re encased in darkness. All your familiar nightlights shut off, and the hum of the refrigerator down the hall in the kitchen fades.

Your heart pounds in your chest, your blood pumping in your ears. 

You’ve always hated the dark and feared what could happen when you can’t see. The storm shaking your house doesn’t help. If anything, it sends you spiraling.

You feel your way into the hallway, doing your best to find the door to your bedroom, but your feet are like concrete. Your fingers shake, and your head spins. It’s hard to tell which way is up and which way is down.

Tears start to wet your cheeks, and you sink against the wall, hitting the floor a second later. You curl yourself tightly into a ball, willing the lights to just go back on.

Instead, you hear footsteps shuffling toward you. Instantly, you recognize them as Bucky’s. His slippers slap against the floor while he drags his feet sleepily.

“Baby, where are you?” He asks, voice gruff from just waking up. 

You open your mouth to speak, but nothing comes out.

“Shit, is the power out?” You hear him run his hands along the wall, walking towards you. When you feel him get close enough, you reach your hand out and find his leg. His flannel pants are soft against your skin and help ground you. “Hey,” he whispers, crouching down next to you.

“Hi,” you whisper. Bucky’s arms wrap around you tightly, pulling you to his chest.

“The thunder woke me up. When I realized you weren’t in bed with me, I got worried,” he explains. He shifts his hand and pulls his phone out of his pocket. The flashlight flips on, and he sets his phone down so the light can brighten up the hallway.

Bucky’s eyes are puffy with sleep, his hair mused and sticking up in odd places. He gives you a soft smile and runs his fingers over the tear tracks on your cheeks. 

You know by now that you don’t have to explain anything to Bucky. He knows how you’re feeling and knows what you need. You’d been embarrassed the first time this happened, but Bucky sent that feeling away instantly. He’s never judged you, never questioned your fear. 

“You wanna stay here, or do you wanna go back to bed with me?” He asks, stroking your cheek. You let him hold the weight of your head as your fingers begin to stop shaking.

“Bed,” you reply. Bucky presses a kiss to your nose and adjusts your position so he can pick you up and carry you into the bedroom. He props up his phone to illuminate the room, but you don’t need it anymore.

When you’d first moved in, you’d stuck those glow-in-the-dark star decals on the ceiling. Now, they glow just enough to make out the constellations you created. Bucky settles into the bed and pulls you into his chest, running his fingers up and down your back.

Even though it takes a while, you eventually fall asleep to the comforting sound of Bucky’s heartbeat and his fingers on your skin.

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Missy’s 3.5K Challenge

Missy’s 3500 Challenge!!

WOW! How did I reach 3500 followers? What a crazy ride this continues to be. I want to thank every single one of my followers on my blog. Whether you follow me for my work or for my weekly reading lists I thank you. Without your support, I wouldn’t be here.

(Thank you @fictional-affairs for the header!!)

Rules:

You don’t have to follow me to participate, but if you want to you will make my day.

Reblog this post so others can join in.

You must be over 18 years old to participate

Send me an ASK with the Character, Troupe, AU or Prompt you want.

Mark all stories appropriately. (Fluff, Smut, Dark, Non/Con, etc) 

It must be a one-shot or new fic

Two people per prompt

Can be either reader insert or OFC

No incest, No underage, No pedo, No toilet/bathroom fics, No DDLG.

Minimum words 500, No max, Please use the keep reading feature if it’s longer than 500 words

Due date:  open

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Marvel Characters:

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Sam Wilson

Wanda

Natasha

Tony

Loki

Thor

Pietro

Billy Russo

Brock Rumlow

Helmut Zemo

Non-Marvel Characters:

Ransom Drysdale

Ari Levinson

Frank Adler

Andy Barber

Curtis (Snowpiercer)

Lloyd Hansen

Nick Fowler

Frank (endings/beginnings)

Chris (Destroyer)

Charles Blackwood

Dean Winchester

Lt. Bradley “Rooster Bradshaw (Maverick)

AU’s:

Mob

Biker

A/B/O

Cop/Detective

Firefighter 

Bartender

Royalty

Vikings

Tropes:

Enemies (to friends) to lovers

Sex pollen

First Time

Annoying Neighbor (Tony - @mostly-marvel-musings )

Love at first sight

Evil Twin (Steve - @ironlady1993 )

Hate Sex

Opposites Attract

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"They invited us for the family brunch, am I slashing the tires, or are you?"

"I can't believe you made plans, I thought we were on the same side," (Brock - @nekoannie-chan )

"no one else gets to hurt you, you're mine!" (Mob AU/Andy is prosecuting Steve/trope 1/ - @adulting-sucks )

"I'm 90% certain I lost my sanity because of you," (Stark/Mob au/trope 4 @pigwidgeonxo ) & (Trope 5/Lloyd- @nepenthe-raes-affairs )

"You think your life is worth more than mine? Think again sweetheart," (Ransom & Lloyd AU 7, Tropes 5 and 6, - @sarah-in-disguise )

“Of course, they'll fall in love, I planned it," (Stark/Mob au/Trope 4 @pigwidgeonxo )

"Her boyfriend showed up? Oh no, this isn't good," (SamxBlack ReaderxBucky/trope 5 - @awesomerextyphoon )

"You're single, they're single, I'm a great third-wheel. It's a perfect match," 

"So I mean nothing to you now?" After everything we've done!"

"Hey, hey, It's okay, I'm here now,” (Dean/Bartender/Sex pollen - @tarithenurse ) & (Dark Steve - @kitkatd7 )

"Remind me to take a vacation after this,"

"I was never good enough, you always hurt me, so why? why do I miss you?" (Steve or Brock - @nekoannie-chan )

"I can't stop staring at her picture," (Ari/AU 7/trope 8 - @ladyfallonavenger )

"The image of you pops into my head and I just lose my breath,"

“You had me at hello.” (Dean/royalty- @spnexploration )

"Ah, my friend looks like he's about to kill you, you best leave," (Steve/Mob - @captainapple )

"I’ll always be here for you,”

"This is why I love you,"

"Why are you smiling at me like that?" (Ransom/bartender au - @fluffycutecevans )

"you're so beautiful,"

"I would burn the whole city down for you," (Loki/Vikings/Enemies to lovers - @floatinginadreamofhim )

"I said I was sorry! What else do you want from me?" (Enemies to lovers/BillyorThor - @lokislastlove )

“Just kiss already!” (Trope 4, w/Sam or Steve @ghostofskywalker )

“I miss your warmth,” (Steve - @americasass81 )

“Do you regret letting us end?” (Trope 7, w/ Sam - @fluffyprettykitty )

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Neither Here Nor There (3/3)

​Summary: Very seldom does life go as we plan it. Life goes downhill after (Y/N) is kidnapped, and things only get stranger from there. Thrown into the world of Hydra, the Avengers, and superheroes there’s only one constant: Bucky Barnes. Is there any way for them to find the peace they both long for?

A/N: Final chapter! This project actually started with this chapter. There was a jokey line about Bucky and Sam being partners that kept bouncing around in my head into the wee hours of the morning and now we’re here. I had a lot of fun writing the whole deal and I hope you guys enjoy the finale!

Page dividers by @carryonmyswansong

Pairing: BuckyxReader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings:

Part 2

“What the hell, (Y/N)?”

(Y/N) just about drops her keys. It’s been months since she last heard Bucky’s voice. Relief floods through her before it’s quickly overtaken by anxiety. She does her best to tamp it down, takes a deep breath, pastes on her best it’s-been-a-while smile, and turns to greet him.

“Hey.”

“Hey?! Is this seriously where you’ve been this whole time?”

“Uh…” She glances up and down the hall and frowns. “Yes? This is my apartment.”

"Do you have any idea how long it took me to find you?"

"Mm, given the season, I'd say about six months. Which is crazy to me, because I never left the city."

Bucky shakes his head. "What've you been doing this whole time?"

"Well, considering everyone I used to work with is either dead, lost in time, finding a new sidekick, or sidekicking with someone else, a whole fat lot of nothing."

"Hey!" Bucky protests. "I am not Sam's sidekick, we're partners."

"Oh shit, I didn't realize that you two were dating. How's that going? Is he treating you well? I know you two didn't get along when you first met and-" Bucky presses her back against the wall and she laughs. "Okay, I'll stop."

Bucky's hands come to rest on (Y/N)'s waist and he sighs. "I missed you."

She wraps her arms around his shoulders and hugs him. "I missed you too."

"Why didn't you visit?"

"I didn't want to mess with your therapy."

"Bullshit."

"Okay. I didn't know if you'd want to see me."

"Why?"

"I don't know. Too many memories? I was kind of stuck between you and Steve and the others for a long time, and you were starting a new life outside of that." Bucky pulls away, but (Y/N) refuses to look at him. "I don't want you to have to worry about how to fit me into your life, Buck."

"You don't get to make that choice for me. I'm the only one who gets to decide who is and isn't worth my time."

"Okay."

"You get that I care about you, right? I don't care how you fit into my life, I want you there. Understand?" She nods. "Good."

(Y/N) sighs and presses her nose to Bucky’s chest. “I really did miss you. I’ll always miss you when I’m not with you.”

“(Y/N)…”

“I’m sorry, Bucky. For everything. I should’ve stuck around. I just… I got very, very used to being on my own while you were gone. I haven’t been in a good headspace since we were in Bucharest. Things made sense there. And that’s no excuse to fucking off without saying anything, but it feels like every time I finally get close to you, I lose you. It happened when you were sent to D.C. and then Bucharest and Wakanda. But if I figured that if I didn’t hold onto you this time, maybe it wouldn’t hurt as much when something else inevitably takes you away again.”

Bucky tips her chin up to look her in the eye. “You’re not gonna lose me.”

“You can’t know that.”

“I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen.”

(Y/N) bites her lip to hold back the negativity that sits just on the tip of her tongue. Bucky’s hand shifts to her cheek and he presses his lips to hers in a brief kiss. He pulls back just enough to ask if it’s alright.

“Only if it’s something you want,” (Y/N) breathes. “If I’m something you want.”

Bucky just nods and kisses her again. (Y/N) grabs fistfuls of his coat and pulls him as close as she can get him. Her mouth opens under his and Bucky groans at the first brush of their tongues. Want flashes through (Y/N)’s stomach and she begins shuffling them towards her door.

“Can I come in?” Bucky asks.

(Y/N) nods and backs right through the solid door and drags Bucky through after her by the front of his coat. He stumbles into the entryway and has to take a moment to regain his balance.

“Doesn’t matter how many times you do that, it’s still weird as hell.”

(Y/N) laughs. “But so convenient when you forget your keys.”

She quickly sheds her scarf and jacket and tosses them to the side before Bucky can pull her close again. With his hands on her waist, he takes his time kissing her. (Y/N), however, makes quick work of unzipping his coat and the hoodie underneath and Bucky lets her shove them off his shoulders. He tosses them to the side and crowds her further into the apartment, spurred on by her quiet laughter.

They stumble their way to (Y/N)’s bedroom, occasionally breaking away to discard a piece of clothing.

Just past the couch, (Y/N) sneaks her hands under Bucky’s shirt. “Is this something you want?”

Bucky nods and moves her hands up his chest, hitching his shirt up in the process. “For a long time, actually.”

“Okay.” (Y/N) nods and pulls his shirt over his head. “Okay, good.”

As soon as she tosses Bucky’s shirt onto the couch, Bucky picks her up, his hands warm and sure under her thighs. (Y/N) loops her arms around his shoulders rests her forehead against Buckys and he walks them the rest of the way to her bedroom.

“Should I be worried about ruining our friendship right now?”

“Only if by ‘ruin’ you mean ‘make it better’.” Bucky laughs and says, “I mean, if we’d had more time to ourselves in Bucharest I’m pretty sure we would’ve ended up here anyway.”

(Y/N) rolls onto her side to look at him. “You think so?”

He nods. “Three more months and I would’ve broken down and said something.”

“Three months?”

“Mhm.”

“It was the shared bed, wasn’t it.”

“It was the shared bed,” Bucky confirms.

“How long if I hadn’t been your live-in dream catcher?”

“No idea. But I don’t think a world exists where you wouldn’t have crawled into bed with me, so I won’t worry about it.”

“I’d be far more offended if you weren’t so dead on.” With featherlight touch she traces down his nose, over his lips, chin, down to his chest. “Y’know, the short hair looks good on you.”

Bucky turns his head and grins. “Yeah?”

“Mhm. You almost look a little lighter. Brighter, maybe. I like it.”

“Good.” He places (Y/N)’s hand over his heart. “I wish you actually had messed with my therapy. Would’ve gotten the shrink off my back a helluva lot faster.”

“Oh?”

“Do you know how hard it was trying to convince her I had friends? And apparently Wilson doesn’t count, and I couldn’t get in touch with you, so you don’t count either, which is such bullshit-” (Y/N) giggles and Bucky rolls over and wraps his arms tightly around her. “You think that’s funny?”

“A little, yeah. I mean, I spent years trying to prove I was your friend and now you have to prove you’re mine. That’s hilarious.”

“Mn, right, hilarious.” He holds her tighter and kisses her as she starts laughing again. “You should do comedy.”

“The only person who thinks I could ever be funny is you.” She pauses to think and her nose scrunches up. “Maybe Clint, but his sense of humor’s shot, so I don’t know if I’d trust it.”

“Have you talked to him recently?”

(Y/N) shakes her head. “I saw a few things about the Ronin and him on the news around Christmas. I think he might’ve had something to do with the tree at the Rockefeller Center falling over, but I can’t be sure.”

“I don’t even wanna know.”

“I hope he’s doing alright, though. Being left behind… it took a toll on everyone. Especially if your people were taken from you.” Her body briefly flickers and she pushes away from Bucky the second her shoulder dips into his. "Sorry, I… shit."

"What was that?"

She shakes her head. "Nothing."

"(Y/N)."

"It was just a glitch, it happens sometimes. It's fine."

"Why'd it happen?"

"Sometimes it's emotions, sometimes it's the weather. Honestly, it's probably a combination of the two at the moment. As it is, I'm not entirely corporeal when it's gray like this."

"Does it happen a lot?"

(Y/N) shrugs. "Not as much as it used to."

"When did it start?"

"It's always happened when I was anxious, but it got really bad a few days after that first snap. After we - I lost you."

"I'm sorry, (Y/N)."

She shakes her head and gently kisses him. "I don't want you to be."

"I just… you went through so much-"

"Everyone did, Bucky. Everyone lost someone. And I am one hundred percent sure there was nothing we could've done to prevent it. I mean, you saw the numbers we had. We were vastly outgunned." She sits back against the headboard and sighs. "I wish I could move past it, but it's so hard."

"It was five years. It doesn't need to be easy." Bucky takes her hand and gently rubs his thumb over her knuckles. "Tell me what happened?"

“I…” She scrubs her free hand down her face. “I shut down. There were things that had to be done, so I took whatever assignments Steve would give me to keep busy. And it worked, for the most part.”

“But?”

“But about a year in, my sister reached out. Our mother had passed away and our father and her immediate family turned to dust, so I was, quote, ‘all she had left.’ Which really made my skin crawl because they’d wanted nothing to do with me or my trauma. But I met with her because there’s something clinically wrong with me, probably.”

“What’d she want?”

“Well, at first I thought she just wanted to commiserate. She complained about money and cried about her family, but she’s barely better than a stranger at this point, so it just felt weird. And she’d never know what it was like to lose my, well… my you.” Bucky squeezes her hand. “But then she changed the subject and she-she wanted me to use my connections with the Avengers to get her a job, or something. So I just got up and walked out. After that it was just years of empty anger and grief.”

“(Y/N)…”

“I thought about you every single day.”

“You were the first person on my mind when we were brought back. But then you disappeared.”

“I know.”

“Did you even think about staying?” (Y/N) nods. “Why didn’t you?”

“I don’t know. I was someone else’s responsibility for so long and if I stayed I’d either be a burden, lose someone else, or both. So I just…” She shrugs and shakes her head.

“I wish you’d stayed. That I could’ve done something to keep you around.”

“It was never your fault, though.”

“I know, but-” Bucky carefully pulls her closer- “I don’t have many people left. Please don’t cut me off.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Mhm. As long as you want me around, I’ll be there.” (Y/N) gently combs her fingers through his hair, slowly dragging her nails along his scalp. “Are you still living in the city?”

“Yeah. Not sure I can stay in that spot, though.”

“Oh, why?”

“Mn. Shit happens.”

“Like that “shit” with Sam a few months back?”

“Different shit.”

“I see.” He grunts. “You did good with that, Bucky.”

“Sam did most of the work.”

“So it was a different beautiful man with a Vibranium arm saving those important government officials from a burning van?”

“No,” he grumbles. “That was me.”

“And it was a different man who went after that knockoff Captain America?”

“Well, Sam was there too-”

“Bucky, you did part of the work. You were the good guy. You are a good guy. Give yourself a little credit here.”

“You say that like there weren’t losses,” Bucky grumbles.

“Losses that Sam openly and publicly condemned.”

“Have you been keeping up with the cases or something?”

“A little,” (Y/N) admits. “I keep an eye on anything odd that shows up in the news.”

“And?”

“And it was interesting.”

“Oh really?”

“Well, that, and I think Walker’s an ass. It was only a matter of time before something went wrong.”

“The government tried to negotiate the terms of Steve’s legacy. Something would’ve gone wrong regardless.”

(Y/N) hums. “How’s Sam dealing with that, by the way?”

“He’s figuring things out. I just wish we’d talked to him about it before Steve handed over the shield.”

“Probably would’ve been a good idea.”

“I mean the shit he’s gotten because of the color of his skin is ridiculous. You know some people have started “Not My Captain America” rallies? It’s right up there with the election denial shit that happened.”

“There’ll always be angry racists out there. It’s one of the unfortunate side effects of where we live.”

Bucky snorts. “Shit’s ridiculous.”

“Yeah, but you know Sam. He’s more capable than most of doing the job, regardless of the social reaction. He’s already proved that to the world. And he’s got us and what’s left of the Avengers to back him up. We’ll make sure the shield stays with him.”

Bucky nods and (Y/N) kisses him and hauls herself out of bed. She shimmies into a pair of clean underwear and goes to get a glass of water from the kitchen. When she returns, she’s wearing Bucky’s shirt.

“Were you alone for the holidays?” Bucky asks.

(Y/N) shrugs and crawls back into bed. “Kind of, but it’s no big deal. Christmas was never all that important, so it’s not something I celebrate on my own.”

“Oh.”

“Was your family big on the holidays?”

“A little. We at least made sure we were all together for the big ones.”

“That sounds nice.” She props herself up on one elbow. “New Years used to be the big thing for me. Something about a fresh start was really appealing. Especially after I moved out for college.”

“Then I’d hate for you to be alone on New Years.”

“Well, you’re here right now. I’m not entirely alone.”

Bucky awkwardly clears his throat. “Sam invited me to spend New Years with him and his family.”

“Oh.” (Y/N) forced herself to smile. Bucky said she wouldn’t lose him again. So why does it feel like he’s about to break that promise? “That should be nice.”

“Hey, don’t do that,” Bucky sees right through, as always. He runs the backs of his fingers over her cheek. “Don’t shut down.”

“Sorry.” (Y/N) sighs and scrubs her hands over her face.

“Talk to me.”

“It’s nothing.”

“(Y/N).”

“No, it’s nothing. What’s Sam’s family like?”

Bucky sighs. “They’re normal, in the best way possible. His sister, Sarah, is real nice and her boys are great. They’re just… they’re just kids, y’know? They love their mom and they get to play and the only things they have to worry about are homework and whether or not they remembered to do their chores.”

(Y/N) tucks one hand under her cheek. “Sounds perfect.” Bucky hums his agreement. “Do you need a ride to the airport?”

“I was hoping I could convince you to come with, actually.”

(Y/N) frowns. “You want me there?”

“Of course I do. And Sam would love to see you again, obviously.”

She bites back her smile. “Obviously.”

“Will you spend New Years with me?” He kisses her knuckles. “Please?”

“Yes.” She grins and Bucky wraps her up in his arms and kisses her. “And Sam, of course.”

Bucky laughs. “Of course.”

Well, that’s the end! I hope you enjoyed this chapter, as well as the earlier ones.

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HELLO 

so a few weeks ago I posted about doing a teacher!reader x bucky barnes short series

since then I’ve gotten invested and created an OC, mostly for writing style purposes but i have intentionally made this character a blank canvas in terms of physical attributes cos i do want everyone to be able to read this and enjoy it. 

I AM READY TO START POSTING. I’ve written enough content to be comfortable sharing it without stressing myself out too much.

i still do not anticipate people reading or becoming personally invested but i still wanted to share lol 

ALSO i must say i do not have any preexisting reason to be writing bucky/mcu fic. this series is going to be very fluffy/easy to read. I just wanted to write some shiz. I hope yall enjoy. 

I’m posting part one at 5pm pacific time. 

also I will be posting this on AO3 as well under user: itsbuckysbitch

EDIT! heres the tumblr link to part 1! 

READ GENERAL SYNOPSIS BELOW

A/N: Takes place in an AU after Spiderman: Homecoming where the Avengers have reassembled and the following all live in the Avengers tower: Tony, Pepper, Steve, Bucky, Natasha, Wanda and Vision. Peter Parker’s identity is still intact and he spends his free time training at the Avengers tower under a “Stark internship” 

Warnings: none really? kinda angsty and awkward but fluffy n domestic more than anything else. OH AND SLOW BURN lots o slow burn

Maya is a 26 year old girl who’s spent her entire life in Philadelphia, fully dependent on her parents up until she graduates with an English teaching degree. She gets an offer to work as a general English and AP Lang/Lit teacher in New York at Midtown Science and Technology. She moves from Philly to Manhattan where she finds a quaint little studio apartment over a coffee shop called Corner’s. The apartment is mere blocks from the Avengers tower and just so happens to be Natasha Romanoff’s favorite spot. Maya somehow finds herself building relationships with very well known vigilantes and well renown heroes. She bonds with Natasha over online shopping, discusses literature with Steve and somehow finds herself keeping a secret for the one and only James Buchanan Barnes. 

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[wifeofbuckybarnes]

Friends, Teammates, Lovers, Husband and Wife...More?

all art is created by me, no takey without permission. :)

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[bionic-buckyb]

Taking Chances: Part 4

A Bucky x Thor x Reader / Polyamorous Roomate AU series

Masterlist

-; In a city like Brooklyn, finding a new apartment at short notice is next to impossible. Luckily for you, your best friend Wanda knows two friends who’ve been searching a third roommate. Bucky and Thor are ideal housemates, almost too good to be true, and they both want to show you how much they care about you - together.

A/N: OKAY SO, I worked really FUCKING hard on this people, okay? It’s so fluffy, you just might die. (plz don’t die). I really really hope you guys like this, and are still enjoying this series. Every ask, reblog, reply, and like is SO appreciated. Let me know what you think, and if you want me to continue. ♥

Word Count: 2,105

Tags: (at the end)

Warnings:

- polyamorous relationship. if this makes you uncomfortable, don’t read it. - eventual smut, just not yet. i’ll tag appropriately when it does come up and mark the post as sensitive.

*gifs are not mine.

(credit: [ x ] and [ x ] )

Thor took your hand in his and led you down the stairs to the living room. His thumb brushed lightly over the back of your hand, making you shiver. Bucky was sitting and waiting patiently, his brow furrowed in worry, wringing his hands and putting them in his lap. When he saw you walking down the stairs with Thor, he stood up straight and smoothed the wrinkles out of his shirt. You heard him clear his throat, as he rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet. He was clearly nervous, but trying his best to keep it together. As always, Thor was completely at ease. If he was at all anxious about the situation, he was a master at hiding it.

“Come,” Thor said, putting his large hand at the small of your back, guiding you to the sofa. “There’s much we need to discuss.”

You sat down on the couch and shoved your hands under your thighs. Your stomach churned, like waves licking the side of a ship caught on stormy seas. Excitement and sheer nervousness coursed through your body. You looked from Thor to Bucky, and your heart leapt from your chest. They were so handsome, and you felt unworthy.

“Before we start,” Bucky said, scooting to the edge of the couch. One hand was placed delicately on your knee, while the other raked through his chestnut hair, making it stand on end. “I just have to say that all of this, if you truly want it, is on your terms.”

“Yes,” Thor agreed, placing his hand on your other knee, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Should you decide tomorrow that you no longer want this, it stops immediately. No hard feelings whatsoever.”

“So, wait, you two?” you asked, pointing to each man. “You guys aren’t… together?”

“No, no, no” Thor replied, shaking his head. Bucky also shook his, making his hair fall back out of place. “While I personally have no qualms about it, it’s not Bucky’s thing and I respect that.” “This entire relationship is about you,” Bucky chimed in. “I love Thor like he’s my own brother, but I don’t love the big lug like that.”

“When Bucky and I both realized that we had our eye on you, we decided that we weren’t opposed to the thought of sharing you,” Thor said.

“God, that sounds so bad,” Bucky groaned, again fixing his hair. Bucky took your hand in his closest to him, pulling it out from under your thigh. He rubbed it and squeezed, and good thing too, as it had fallen asleep. “We don’t want to share you like….like an object or something. You’re so much more than that. We just both really like you---”

“And want to give you the world,” Thor interjected. He was smiling, and it made him even more attractive, if that was at all possible. There were crinkles by his eyes that your fingertips itched to trace, to commit to memory. He put his hand over Bucky’s hand that was holding your own, his electric blue eyes staring into your soul. “Together.”

“So, what you’re trying to say is you both want to be my boyfriend?”

“Yes,” Bucky said quickly.

“At the same time?”

They both nodded, watching your every move like hawks. You’d be lying if you said it wasn’t flustering you. They were the most beautiful men that you had ever laid eyes on, and they both wanted you, all to themselves. How could you ever say no?

“What do you think?” Thor asked, his expression eager. Bucky chewed on his bottom lip.

“I have… some more questions,” you said softly, before sitting up straighter. You had to become more confident now, especially since two god like creatures lusted after you.

“Anything,” Bucky blurted.

“Will we do everything… together? Like all three of us?”

“If that’s what you want,” Thor answered. He was moving his fingers in small circular motions on your back now, doing his best to make you feel as comfortable as possible. You wanted to melt under his touch, but cleared your mind and continued.

“You can also spend time with us separately,” Bucky continued. “Again, I can’t stress enough how you call the shots in this relationship.”

“Well, I mean, both of your opinions matter too,” you cut in. “I want everything to be decided between us. No secrets. Everything has to be out on the table at all times.”

“Deal,” Bucky and Thor answered at the same time, making you giggle.

“Do we keep this a secret?” you asked. 

“We don’t have to,” said Thor.

“We’re more than happy to show you off,” Bucky winked at you.

You sat and looked down at your feet, the urge to look at something not so mind-numbingly attractive a necessity. You wanted this, all of this, but a small piece of you still had your guard up.

“What if I wake up tomorrow,” you said. “And this is all one big, amazing dream…”

“Trust me,” Bucky answered you. “It’s not a dream.”

“Our lives didn’t have much meaning, until you moved in,” Thor said with a grin. “We couldn’t be happier you chose us.”

You looked at both of your boyfriends and your heart was so full of love that you began to cry. Taking your hands away from theirs, you wiped your tears away. They were on you immediately, showering you with affection.

Bucky was at your left, kissing your cheek and your temple. Thor was on your right, rubbing his hand up and down your forearm, cooing in your ear. The sensations were just too much, and you felt entirely out of control. You stood up in front of them, and put your hands at your sides.

“Wait…” you began. “I’m okay. I just…”

“What is it, doll?” Bucky asked.

Both of their gorgeous sets of blue eyes, from entirely different spectrums of the color wheel, were staring at you, waiting for your next move.

“I want to try something,” you continued. Taking both of their hands you guided them to follow you. “Come with me.”

“Where are we going?” Thor asked, a playful smile at his lips.

“Who has the biggest bed?”

“Thor does,” Bucky answered.

You lead them to Thor’s room, and he took it upon himself to nudge the door open with his boot. Slipping your hands out of theirs, you also kicked your slippers off and took in Thor’s bed.

“Honestly, who needs a bed this big?” you jokingly asked, before running and diving onto it. It smelled purely of Thor, and you breathed it all in. Rolling around, you settled on your back as they watched you intently. They were waiting for you to advise them further. “Come here.”

Both of them slid onto the bed, after taking off their own shoes, and settled on each side of you. You looked from each man, and had no idea how you’d gotten so lucky. Each of them were leaning on their elbows, just looking at you, as if you were the only person on the planet. Suddenly, you had the urge to explore.

“Can I?” you asked Thor, your hand moving to cup his face, wanting to feel his beard against your skin.

“You can do whatever you wish,” he said softly, leaning into your touch. He was like a big, soft, cuddly golden retriever. Your fingertips moved to the crinkles by his eyes that you noticed before, tracing them and admiring them. He was stunning. Soft freckles dusted the bridge of his nose, and his eyelashes were so long they almost touched his cheeks when he closed his eyes. His lips looked so soft and inviting, you couldn’t help but to lean down and place a soft kiss on them. Thor raised his eyebrows and leaned in for the kiss.

Behind you, Bucky was tracing his fingers up and down your leg. Your body was on fire at his touch. Thor kept his hands to himself, for fear of overstimulating you.

Breaking away from Thor’s lips, you kissed the tip of his nose, his forehead, and his cheeks. His skin was so soft, and so was his beard.

“I don’t want you to feel neglected,” you said to Bucky, turning your body away from Thor, but your fingers still wrapped in his; your back pressed against his front. Your desire to be connected to both of them at the same time was so overwhelming.

“Take your time,” Bucky replied, smiling with his eyes, but you could tell he was holding his breath, desperate for it to be his turn. He was just as beautiful as Thor, yet so much softer. His cheekbones were so chiseled, and his jawline could cut glass. His hair was your favorite part, so wild and bouncy. You ran your fingers through it, like you’d been wanting to do since the day you met him.

Closing his eyes as you kissed his cheeks, nose, and chin you watched his chest rise and fall slightly as he struggled to catch his breath. The affect you had on these two men was too good to be true. They were both so close to you now, on each side, as if you were the meat between two pieces of bread.

Suddenly, as you were looking into Bucky’s sapphire eyes, Thor leaned down to whisper in your ear. His beard tickled your neck and you shivered. Bucky chuckled, and it was the sexiest sound you’d ever heard.

“Can it be our turn now, love?” Thor said gently, and it felt like a secret.

“Yes,” Bucky conceded. “Please.”

You nodded shyly, feeling your face get hot.

Thor’s large hand moved under your shirt and his fingertips grazed your stomach. Your entire body was covered in goosebumps, as Bucky positioned you to lay down flat on your back.

“If we go too far,” Thor said. “Tell us and we’ll stop immediately.”

“Yes, sir,” you joked, but the flash you saw in Thor’s eyes at those two words made your heart stop.

“We can explore that realm at a later time,” Thor winked, before working his hands up and down your thighs, kneading the muscles. Bucky moved you so that you were sitting between his legs, his hands massaging your neck and shoulders. He placed kisses along your neck, and nuzzled his nose into the crook of it. Thor leaned down and kissed the most inner part of your thigh, making you jump.

“Too far?” he asked, as you looked down at him. As much as you wanted to say no, you knew you had enough for the day.

“Not too far,” you said. “I just want to… wait. Maybe when I have more of a handle on all of this.”

“We’d wait forever for you,” Bucky whispered into your ear.

“Can we take a nap?” you asked, suddenly realizing how tired you actually were.

“Of course, doll,” Bucky answered.

“I will lay here with you until I have to go to work,” Thor said. “You can have some alone time with Bucky while I’m away. How does that sound?”

You nodded, and Bucky wrapped you in his arms, pulling you close to him. Thor laid in front of you and took your chin between his huge fingers.

“But when I get home,” he said, leaning down and kissing your lips so fiercely you swore he left a bruise. “You’re all mine.”

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[destiels-w]

Chapter Two

This chapter isnt as long but I think ill post these twice a week if I’m lucky. I would love some feedback.

triggers: abuse

word count: 1k

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Hours turn into days, It’s been 3 says since I was at the stark tower & I still haven’t manned up the courage to tell my parent that I was leaving. I made my decision. Maybe I could sneak out, and never return? No. That’d be taking the easy way out. I couldn’t do that. I get up from my room.

They were both sitting on their own recliner. I took a deep breath, making my way to the couch.

“Can I talk to you guys for a second?” I asked quietly.

“Can it wait?” Trisha, my foster mom, the mother of nightmares.

“Not really, it’s kind of important. Please?” I begged. I wanted this over with & their stalling is not helping me.

Tyler, not even a foster dad, he’s just here. The reason I thought broken bones was a norm. The reason I don’t sleep throughout the night. An actual nightmare. He turns off the tv in a huff & slams his remote into his lap.

“You’ve got our attention, brat, what do you want?” He barks at me. I took a breath, & without thinking, I say what pops into my head.

“I met my biological father today, and he wants me to move in with him” I say, trying to read their faces. It stays silent for minutes before Trisha speaks.

“Well, you’re just gonna have to tell him you already got a place.” She says with a matter-of-fact attitude. After 20 years, you learn to deal with her snarkiness but today was not the day I was going to deal with it.

“I told him I’m considering” I stated back. She kicked her recliner in, placing her feet firm on the ground.

“You what?” She snarled.

“I told him I’m going to consider it. You guys don’t need me here anymore.” I stood up, trying to keep my ground firm. Tyler stands up.

“It’s a shame you made say shit you don’t mean. You’re not going anywhere. You’re staying right the fuck here.” He said with fury.

“No, Tyler. I really think that’s where I need to be. With my biological family.” I said.

“What a disrespectful shit you are, we’ve provided a life for you, we feed you & put a roof over your head. Has your biological family done that for you?” Trisha remarked.

“It’s not up for debate. I’m 20 years old & can legally leave whenever. I’m sorry but this is what I need to do.” I turned & walked back to my room. The shouting did not cease. I ran through the hall, packing what little clothes I had & a few objects of value. It wasn’t long before I hear Tyler’s boots rumble the hallway, I quickly through my suitcase outside my window. Knowing that if they saw me with it, they’d prevent me somehow.

“Y/N, you’re not leaving this fucking house. It’s not up for discussion. I don’t know where you think you got the balls to tell us what you’re gonna do.”

I ignore his demanding tone & try to walk past him. My hair was pulled back hard, as I was thrown to the floor I wince at my sudden headache.

“YOU ARE NOT LEAVING BITCH” he screams in my face, forcefully kicking his boot into my side causing me to cry out. He leans down, colliding his fist with my cheekbone. A tear rolls down my face, the burn of his rings becoming unbearable.

“Stop! Please stop!” I cry out. His continues his acts of violence, kicking & punching the shit out of me until they feel like mere motions, my body numb.

“You wanna leave so damn bad?” He screamed. He grabbed a hand full of my hair, pulling me down the hall, my headache become excruciating. Tears continuing to run down my busted up & bruised cheek. I was thrown into the rain outside, “good luck out there without any of your shit!” And with that a slam of the door. I laid in the rain, I couldn’t move. My body sore & my spirits broken I could find the strength to get up. I couldn’t find the will. I pulled my phone out, after scooting myself under the house ledge where there was no more rain. I called the number from the business card. Hoping to god someone picked up, I hadn’t realized the time was 2am until I heard the groggy voice answer.

“Hello? Y/N?” Happy answered.

“Happy... I need... please get here. I need help..” I said as best as I could without getting winded. My breath was heavy & my ribs heart to talk.

“Y/n are you ok?” Happy sounded alert.

“Please, just hurry. I can’t stay here” I pleaded.

“I’m on my way” and with that the phone call was over. I limped my way over to my bag I previously had thrown out the window. I couldn’t move it without the horrendous pain piercing my rib age again. I sat next to the bag, and waited for happy. My vision blurry. The need to sleep was calling me, my eye lids felt heavier than ever. The rain kept me awake for another 15 minutes before happy arrived.

“Oh my god, kid, are you ok?!” His arm wrapped around me as he held my arm around his shoulder, getting me to the car.

“Happy... I need to sleep..” I whispered. Any louder & the ringing in my head would’ve made things worse for my vocalization. He grabbed my bag & threw it into the trunk. Street lights buzz by the windows. I can hear Happy talking on the car phone, “Tony, shes all banged up & I think she has a concussion. You’ll need to get the medical team ready to get her.” I can only remember being dragged out of the car, a million times being asked “are you ok” & “what happened”.

I can’t recall what’s happening before I get a light shone into my eyes, asking me my name & my age. Tony is sitting right in front of me, asking me what I can remember.

“Tony... I’m so tired, can I please sleep?” I beg. “My head is killing me”. Before he answers, my eyes are shut & my mind goes blank.

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[bandpreferences15]

Crazy in Love

I got this absolutely forever ago. I’m so sorry!

Request: could you maybe do a song based imagine with bucky barnes to crazy in love but Sofia karlbergs version??

Based on this song

Masterlist

Bucky x Reader

You weren’t exactly sure how long you’d been staring out the window, the raindrops traveling down the glass seeming infinitely more interesting than trying to process the emotions coursing through you. You’d been sitting in one of the overstuffed armchairs in Tony’s library, a blanket draped over your legs and an open book between your fingers, the word on the pages long forgotten. Your once steaming mug of tea on the side table now cold. You closed the book with a sigh. 

Was it real?  You thought to yourself, standing and folding the blanket before placing it over the arm of the chair. Your fingertips gently traced the spot on your temple where Bucky’s lips had pressed themselves against your skin.

--Earlier that morning--

The quinjet had landed in the early hours of the morning, the sunlight not yet having made an appearance. The weary team exited the aircraft, battered but otherwise intact. All except one. This particular mission, for lack of better phrasing, had broken the seemingly invincible Bucky Barnes. His hair disheveled from all the tugging, guns shining from all the times he’d cleaned them in an effort to keep his fidgeting hands busy. When the jet landed, he was the first one off, ignoring the sympathetic pat on the shoulder from Steve. He was moments away from breaking down and didn’t know if he would make it back to his room before the vulnerability reared its head. You see, unbeknownst to the rest of the team, Y/N had been threatened. Bucky had been in one-on-one combat with one of the Hydra base agents for nearly six minutes before the team had noticed he was missing from the group. In that short amount of time, the agent had revealed that Hydra knew everything about her and could get to her at any time. Bucky had panicked and nearly gotten himself killed. The thought of anything happening to Y/N while the team was away made his heart race, and not in the good way it did when she’d smile at him as they passed each other in the hall.

Upon arriving home, Bucky made a beeline for your room, skidding to a halt when he passed Tony’s Library, seeing the door cracked open. He knew he’d find her there, the unease of a team mission usually kept her awake. He knew she would make herself a cup of tea with a sickening amount of sugar, drag her fingertips along the shelves full of books, and pick the same one every time. He didn’t mean to slam the door fully open in his haste to get to her.

 Y/N stood from the armchair in surprise at his sudden entrance, her book tumbling to the floor.

“Bucky? Are you ok? What hap-” she was cut off as Bucky practically threw his arms around her, the affection coming as quite a surprise to both of them. 

“I will never let them get to you. I swear it.” he couldn’t help the shakiness in his voice, the fear of losing her more terrifying than any torture. 

Upon coming to the realization that the super soldier before was genuinely frightened, Y/N reciprocated the embrace. Slipping her arms around his back she rubbed gentle circles between his shoulder blades. She could feel his heartbeat from where her forehead rested in the crook of his neck, he was getting calmer. Y/n closed her eyes, an overwhelming sense of security flowing through her veins. She felt the slightest brush of his lips against her skin as he disappeared as quickly as he’d arrived. 

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[tonydadisbestdad]

Masterlist

* NOT Dad!Tony

~ Smut - if you’re underage, please don’t.

Summary List

Peter

* Finding The Love Of Your Life

* Boy Oh Boy These Brothers (Sister of Thor and Loki)

The Daily Bugle

* Snow Play 

~ Dangerous Make Out

* Saved By The Spider (sister reader)

Hateful Flirting

Forgotten

* Healed Heartbreak

Pretend To Be My Date

Dear Peter Parker Masterlist

* Brother Sister Secrets (sister reader)

It’s Never The Answer

Comfy

* Long Lost Love

Relief

Told You So

* Crazy Inventions

A Knight’s Love

* Gwen Stacy or Mary Jane Watson

Senior Prom Stark Style

* That Dress I Like

Stress Overload

* Divine Intervention

* A Good Ending

* Would You Rather

~* I Can’t Believe Your Broke Your Bed (DAD!TONYXPETER)

* Meeting the Family (DAD!TONYXPETER)

Valentine’s Masterlist

Flirting for Jealousy

* Too Young

Hero Mentality Masterlist

* Wild and Free

No One’s Fault

Dad to the Rescue

Jess's Spooky Shorts Masterlist

The Power of the Shower

One Punch, Two Punch, Out the Door

Surprise

Midtown Catastrophe

* Teleportation Hero

* “Slow Hands”

* Secret Identity Blown

* The Ex

* Surprising Hotness

It’s All About Personality

More than an Idol

* Overflow

* Snow Storm

* On the Edge

~ “I had a wet dream about you.”

* Insignia

* Y/N and Peter’s First Date!

* Shadow Part 1, Part 2

* I can’t do this without you.

Bodyguard Babe Masterlist

Accidental Discovery

* Sticky Situation

What is this Feeling Masterlist

Unsteady

It’s too early to get out of bed

I’m Done

You’re Hot, I’m Not Part 1, Part 2

Growing Up

* It was probably a trap

* I Need You

“Why didn’t you tell me you’re Spider-Man?”

Meddling Iron Dad

* Bedbug

* Undercover

All Wet

Sleepless Nights

Secret Love Song

We’re Even

Sleep Deprivation and Wrong Beds

Personal Space

* Lies, Lies, Lies

The saddest days can be the best days

~ Untouchable

~ It wasn’t hard to figure out

Will you be my date

Secrets are irrelevant if they can’t be kept

Loving you is easy, saying the words not so much

~ Phone sex

*~ I didn’t know you had a tattoo

Gym Misunderstandings

Tom

* The Model and the Actor

Ultimatum

* Tom Holland’s New Ginger Girlfriend

* Backsliding

* Possessive And Violent My Ass

* More Than Good Enough

* Marriage Before Love

* A New Life She Has Found

* Tinder Date

* Happier

*~ “New Man”

*~ Watch out for those quiet ones Part 1, Part 2

~ You’re hot, I’m horny, let’s fuck

Winning and Losing

Bucky

* Love and Loss and Love Again

Focus is Dad!Tony some xPeter tho

Space Travel

Finding Yourself

Teasing Cast Mates

Awful News

New School Year

Hand To Hand Combat

Roasted

Apple Cider Can Fix Anything

My Dear

Follow The Rules And You Won’t Get Hurt

The Stark Anxiety

Skepticism At It’s Best

Superboy and the Invisible Girl

Yours If You Want It Masterlist

Happy Birthday, Dad!

I’m Your Daughter Part 1, Part 2

Steve

Long Ride

NOT xReader

Science Fair

Find the Cure

Harrison Osterfield

* Pretty Girl

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Thunder Buddies

Pairing: Bucky x Reader Words: 1,013 A/N: Hieeee! I hope this is what you had in mind because I had so much fun writing it! Thank you so much and I loved this request because I am terrified of thunder and the rain after my last car accident lmao. I have a few more slots open for requests so you can send them here if you want to request something!

Another crack of thunder echoed in the distance and you flinched, nearly spilling your cup of tea. You resigned yourself to a night in when you checked the weather that morning and it showed a one hundred percent chance of thunderstorms throughout the night. Bucky asked if you wanted to go out, but you made some excuse to stay home. It hurt having to tell him “no” and the disappointment in his voice almost changed your mind. You knew better than to go out in the middle of a storm so you got a cup of tea, shut all the windows and wrapped yourself in a blanket on your couch.

You tried to distract yourself, but each clap of thunder was louder than the last and put you more on edge. Before long, you were clutching your cup of cold tea that you hadn’t even bothered to take a sip of as the storm raged on. Some documentary played on your television, but you had lost interest a few minutes in. Even through the closed curtains, the lightning outside lit up your living room and sent chills down your spine.

A distraction finally came when your phone rang from the kitchen. You grabbed your blanket, wrapped it around yourself like a cape, and fumbled through the dark until you found your ringing phone on the counter. Would it have been easier to turn on the light? Most likely, but this way just made more sense. You picked up your phone to see Bucky was calling you and you smiled a goofy grin at his picture on your screen.

“Hello?” You answered before it had a chance to go to voicemail.

“Hey, Y/N, I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize it was gonna rain tonight when I asked if you wanted to go out.” His voice sounded muffled, but you could hear him well enough. “I just wanted to see you.”

“Bucky, you don’t have to apologize.” You said as you walked aimlessly around your kitchen. “I wanted to see you too, but you know how these crazy storms freak me out.”

“I know and I completely forgot, but don’t worry, I’m on my way over.”

“Really? Please be careful, Bucky!” You rushed to the nearest window as if he was going to be standing there already.

“Don’t worry, I left a little while ago and I've got a surprise for you too.” You could practically hear him grinning and you were suddenly feeling like a giddy schoolgirl. Bucky had the tendency to make you forget about whatever it was that had you all worked up and replace your anxiety with pure affection for the man you loved.

“Okay, I can’t wait to see you!”

“Me too. I’ll see you soon dollface.” You hung up and almost forgot about the storm before the familiar boom of the thunder reminded you why you’d been in your Comfy Clothes all day.

After suffering through the storm on your own for a little while longer, you saw the familiar headlights pull up to your driveway. Bucky jumped out his car and ran to your front door where you already had it half open for him. He rushed in and shook the rain off like a dog would after splashing through a big puddle. You smiled at the water dripping from his hair and fought the urge to run your hands through it.

“Hey, doll, sorry I kept you waiting.” Bucky greeted you with a kiss on the cheek as you helped him get his raincoat off.

“Babe, don’t worry about it, I’m just glad you’re here.” You let out a sigh of relief you didn’t even realize you were holding in until Bucky walked through your door. “What’s that you got there?” You asked cheekily, gesturing to the big brown bag he was holding.

“Oh this?” He held it over your head, just out of your reach. “This is for my best girl for when she’s scared and I’m not there to help her feel better.”

“Is that so? And who could this lucky girl be?” You stood up on your tiptoes so you were right up against his chest and just under his nose. “Because I think I can make a pretty good guess on who she is.”

You closed the distance between you and kissed him full on the mouth, getting a taste of the rain drops that had not yet dried. Bucky’s arm lowered as he put more of his focus into kissing you back so you reached up and grabbed the bag out his hand once it was in reach. It was a silly trick, but you knew it would work. You peered into the bag and your face lit up while Bucky watched you with a satisfied smile on his face.

“Do you like it?” Bucky asked as you pulled out a brown stuffed bear with a silver locket around its neck. “This little guy can help me keep an eye on you when it gets bad.”

“Bucky, I love it!” You pulled it out the bag and gave the bear a big squeeze. “It’s absolutely beautiful!”

“Just like you.” He pulled the necklace off the bear and put it around your neck. “I can’t always be here so just look at this and remember I’m always thinking about you, no matter what.”

Your fingers opened the locket to reveal a small photo of you and Bucky from last summer after you two had started dating. His sweet smile would always be with you and you were completely overwhelmed by his sweet gesture.

“You are so incredible to me, I can’t believe it sometimes.” You got on your tiptoes to kiss him again and he smiled into your lips.

“There isn’t much I wouldn’t do to show you how much I love you, Y/N.”

That night, you slept soundly with that teddy bear in your arms under a blanket with the man you loved most. Thunderstorms be damned because you had Bucky and he was never going to let you go.

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Neither Here Nor There (2/3)

Summary: Very seldom does life go as we plan it. Life goes downhill after (Y/N) is kidnapped, and things only get stranger from there. Thrown into the world of Hydra, the Avengers, and superheroes there’s only one constant: Bucky Barnes. Is there any way for them to find the peace they both long for?

A/N: Chapter two!! I really liked writing this chapter. It’s the first thing I’ve written that’s fully canon compliant that comes after Endgame (because I’m a coward and don’t usually want to write stuff for that bit because it’s SAD) and it just felt right when I was writing it. I hope you’ll enjoy this chapter!

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Pairing: BuckyxReader

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: Canon typical violence, federal agent(s), major character death mentioned (Infinity War and Endgame compliant), separation, angst

Part 1

Bucky called as soon as he was settled. Steve had been on a mission, so (Y/N) was free to talk to him as long as he had the time. From there on out, he texted with some regularity and called very infrequently. Which was fine, because (YN) had begun training with Natasha with the intention of adding her to missions in the future.

To her own surprise, (Y/N) was actually comfortable with working in the field again. She knew the Avengers weren’t Hydra. She knew they helped people to the best of their abilities and kept anyone they could safe. And having a good team was great, but she found that her comfort really came down to the fact that it was her choice this time.

Clint had randomly brought up the possibility of her working with them during a meeting one morning. Natasha had smacked his arm to shut him up, but (Y/N) had simply shrugged and said “Sure.”

When they felt that she was ready, she worked quick little “get in, get out” type assignments with Clint and Natasha.

She initially worried that she’d settle into old habits. Fall back into the silence and minimal involvement. That she’d go back to being someone’s tool. But having her teammate’s voices in her ear, Clint going at an almost constant chatter, kept her present. Natasha asking for her opinion made her focus and stay engaged. The intense gaze Nat directed at her with each question told her that she knew what (Y/N) was feeling and she was doing it on purpose. (Y/N) was endlessly grateful.

Bucky happened to call just as they arrived back from her first extended assignment. She answered as soon as she saw his number and she knew he could tell something was different.

“Did something happen?”

“That depends, Good or bad?”

“You just sound happier is all.”

“Oh. Well I’m definitely happier.”

“Good.” He paused and just as (Y/N) was about to say something asked, “What changed? New friend or something?”

“Hah! (Y/N) has a new friend, that’s hilarious.” She giggled to herself for a moment before she could compose herself. “No, no new friends. But um… okay, this might sound dumb.”

“I doubt it.” (Y/N) didn’t continue, and Bucky grew worried. “(Y/N)?”

“I’m working with the Avengers.”

“You’re working with them?”

“I just got back from an assignment, actually.”

“How-” he cleared his throat- “How’s that going?”

“Really good, to be honest.” Bucky didn’t say anything and (Y/N) signed. “I’m sure you think it’s a bad idea.”

“It’s not that. I just don’t want you to get hurt.”

"I'll be fine. It was my choice. And it's not like I'm working jobs on my own." Bucky huffed, not entirely pleased with her answer. "I don't know what to tell you. This is what I'm doing now."

"You were doing great as Stark's assistant."

"I was doing a great job tracking you. Because that's the only thing I was doing." He grumbled something along the lines of "At least you were safe," and (Y/N) shook her head. "Do you want me to send you updates? Because I can text you when I get back from missions. Let you know I'm home in one piece."

"Only if you tell me when you're hurt, too."

"Do you actually want to know when I'm hurt?"

"No. Maybe that's incentive for you to stay out of the line of fire."

"I think getting shot that first time with you was more than enough."

"Good."

"I'll keep you apprised then."

"Thank you."

Tentatively, (Y/N) asked, "How've you been?"

"I'm alright. Definitely been better."

"Oh?"

"Don't get me wrong, I've been worse too. But I haven't been in one place alone like this in… I can't actually remember the last time. It's kind of like learning to exist again."

“That’s the hardest part. Figuring yourself out after everything that’s happened.” Natasha slowed as she walked past and raised her eyebrows. (Y/N) shook her head and Nat shrugged and walked off to find Clint. (Y/N) lowered her voice before continuing. "I wish I could be there to help, but I know you need space."

"Yeah. And it's better for everyone this way."

"I don't know if it's better. It's definitely quieter."

"And safer."

"For now." The other end of the line is silent. “I can hear you rolling your eyes.”

“No you can’t.”

“Your eye-rolling silence is different from your regular silence. I know when you’re rolling your eyes.”

“I’m starting to get why you didn’t have friends in school.”

“Ugh, so rude.” Bucky laughed. “Look, all I meant is that being alone is safer for now. You’re not always going to feel like you don’t own your brain.”

“You can’t know that.”

“Maybe not. But what if I’m right?”

“Then that’d be great. But I’m not going to take that chance. Especially not with people I care about.” (Y/N) said nothing. "No quick comeback?"

"I don't know if you know this about me, but I hold within me an abundance of stupidity. I don't always have a retort prepared." She plopped down on a shipping container and leaned back against the hangar wall. "I trust you to know what's best for you. You're the only one who knows what's going on inside your head. When you're ready to share, I'll be here."

"Thank you. I'm sorry I'm making this hard on you."

"You're not, so don't be. I worry about you, but your situation isn't about me. I'm sorry that's how it came across."

"It's fine."

“Just-”

“(Y/N)!”

Clint appeared in front of her and, startled, she shouted her surprise.

“What?!”

“Debrief time, let’s go.”

“I’m on the phone.”

“Nat decided we’re meeting now, and she’s the boss.”

(Y/N) groaned. “Looks like I have to go.”

“Yeah, sounds pretty important.”

“Incredibly. Take care of yourself.”

“Mhm, you too.”

“Talk to you later.” They hung up and she shoved herself up from the container. “You have the worst timing.”

Clint grinned. “Who was that?”

“A friend.”

“Oh come on, you don’t have friends.”

“Neither do you.”

“Ooh, harsh.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and followed Clint out into the hallway. He stopped just short of their meeting room.

“You really should be a little more careful,” he said.

“About?”

“Taking calls like that. Steve’ll notice sooner rather than later.”

“Believe it or not, I have thought of that.” Clint kept his expression carefully blank. “Look, can we please just drop it? I never told him I’d keep him a secret. Just that I wouldn’t find him.”

“You’re sure?”

“I already got this lecture from Nat the first time he called. Let’s just get this meeting over with so we can move on.”

Clint and Natasha kept her secret as long as it remained one.

(Y/N) worked more frequent and more dangerous missions as time pressed forward, but she never failed to keep Bucky in the loop. She was concussed on one mission and she texted him as soon as she knew.  He called and kept her company after she was discharged from the infirmary. They talked for several hours and just as (Y/N) joked that they were tempting fate, Steve stepped into her room to check on her.

The first words out of her mouth were “I’m sorry,” quickly followed by “I can explain.” And she was lucky Steve gave her the chance.

Bucky stayed on the line while she explained the situation. That he was the one to call her. To ask that she stay away and stop looking. That she'd agreed, as long as he promised to keep in touch. That they’d been in contact for months without Steve knowing.

And he sat there, nodding while she talked, his frustration very obviously simmering just beneath his skin. But, in spite of the frustration and disappointment, he understood their reasoning.

When (Y/N) trailed off, Steve sat there on her bed, deep frown firmly in place. Eventually he sighed and asked Bucky if he was alright. Bucky said that he was and Steve nodded and told him to take care of himself. (Y/N) almost asked if there was more he wanted to stay, but Steve patted her shoulder and left before she could get the words out.

They didn’t speak for several months after that until (Y/N) felt compelled to fill Bucky in on what was happening with Ultron. She had been tossed around a bit by one of the bots during Tony’s party, but otherwise sat out for the whole ordeal. Bucky knew this and was still worried

In spite of staying out of the limelight with the Ultron incident and never going on missions where she would be publicly visible, someone, somehow, still knew she was working with the Avengers. And, lucky her, they followed her to the little cafe three blocks away from the Tower when she left to get herself, Steve, and Clint coffee one afternoon.

She could tell just by their shoes they were a federal agent. She couldn’t tell which branch, but it didn’t matter. Any attention from them was bad attention.

They followed her out of the cafe without even bothering to get their own drink as a cover. They tailed her for a good half hour as she led them around in circles around the Tower. They didn’t seem to even notice she was doing it. Eventually she stopped behind a dumpster and waited for the agent to stumble past her.

It wasn’t that (Y/N) wanted to draw attention to herself, but she couldn’t just let the guy follow her home. So she stopped and waited for him to come to her.

She leaned against the brick wall and, as they walked past her, asked, “Hey, what do you want?” The agent jumped and pulled his gun on her. She simply lifted the tray of drinks and her free hand. “That seems like a bit of an overreaction, now doesn’t it?”

“(Y/F/N) (Y/L/N), correct?” he asked, shoving his gun into the back of his waistband.

“Why do you ask?”

He flashed a nondescript badge and clipped it back to his belt just as (Y/N) was trying to squint to read it.

“I have several questions you need to answer.”

“Who’s asking?”

“That’s need-to-know information, ma’am.”

“Okay, well I need to know, if you want me to answer your questions.”

The agent flushed red behind his shitty sports sunglasses. “What is your involvement with the Avengers?”

She decided to give him half the truth. “I’m one of Tony Stark’s assistants. Next.”

“You have ties to Hydra, correct?”

“Not that I know of.”

“There’s video evidence of you working with the Winter Soldier.”

“Where’d you get it from?”

“That’s classified.”

She raised her eyebrows. “But the Winter Soldier isn’t?”

“Well-”

“And if you already have such damning evidence, why do you need me to confirm anything?” She tilted her head to the side, but didn’t move otherwise. “Could it be you don’t actually have anything?”

His face turned three shades darker. “Why you-”

“I mean, I’m not actually guilty of anything, clearly. So I’m just gonna-” she pointed to the mouth of the alleyway- “head out.”

She left and returned to the tower to hand off Steve and Clint’s drinks. She apologized for them being cold, but Clint immediately drank his and Steve simply said he’d heat his up later.

Over the course of several weeks after that first incident, (Y/N) found that she was being followed by several different agents when she went out. She mentioned it briefly to Tony and began taking pictures of them when she had the opportunity. F.R.I.D.A.Y. was able to identify them and they all traced back to one person; Secretary Thaddeus Ross.

She immediately texted Bucky:

Hey, I’m being followed. I need a palace to lay low.. Do you trust yourself enough to help me?

The response was instantaneous:

When do you need to leave?

They decided she'd leave that night.

Steve walked in on her packing and just stared.

“What’s this?”

“I’m being followed. Something’s up.”

“Slow down.” He gently grabbed her wrists. “What’s going on?”

She sighed. “Three weeks ago I was followed out of that little cafe I like. Government agent. Couldn’t figure out what branch. I led him around in circles for a while, couldn’t lose him, and then he started asking all these questions about my affiliation with the Avengers and Hydra and Bucky and more of them just keep showing up whenever I leave the tower and I can’t take it anymore.”

“So you’re leaving?”

“I’ll be safe. Out of the public eye.”

“That’s not what I’m worried about.”

“I know. But I’m more worried about what’ll happen to you guys if I stick around. I mean… Secretary Ross is above the guys who’ve been following me, and that spells nothing but trouble.”

“We can help you, (Y/N).”

“Not without putting your own reputation on the line. And you guys are doing too much good to be dragged down by some ex-Hydra hero wannabe.”

“You’re sure about this?”

“I am. Something big’s on the way and you don’t need me under your feet when it happens.”

“Will you at least tell me where you’re going?”

“No, but you know who I’ll be with.”

“You’ve already spoken with him about this?” She nodded. “When do you leave?”

“Tonight.”

“So soon?”

(Y/N) shrugged and resumed her packing. “From what I can tell, whichever Agent-of-the-Day is following me is punching a time clock. They disappear after seven most nights and the next shift picks up some time before eight the next morning. The sooner I leave, the harder I can make it to follow me.”

“And if we need to find you?”

“You’ll figure something out.” She grinned at him. “You’re smarter than they are by a million.”

“I appreciate the confidence.”

“I’m serious about this though. And I’ll come back after whatever this is blows over. If we’re lucky, I won’t be alone when I do.”

“Just let me know when you’re settled, okay?”

She slipped her laptop into a backpack and crammed several shirts in on top of it. “I will.”

“Good. I want to know you’re safe.”

(Y/N) paused and looked him in the eye. “Y’know, sometimes I’m really glad you found me.”

Steve wrapped his arms around her and hummed softly. “So am I.”

She allowed herself to linger in the embrace for a moment before pushing him away and clearing her throat. Steve sat on the bed and watched her shovel a few more things into her bags before she tugged her coat on and reached for her backpack. He slung her duffel over his shoulder and walked with her to the elevator when she was ready to leave.

They stood in silence as she put on a stocking cap and carefully tucked her hair up into it. She put on a black medical mask and took her duffel from Steve when the elevator doors opened.

“Okay, well…” she slung the duffel over her shoulder and stepped into the waiting elevator. “I guess I’ll see you later then.”

Steve nodded. He didn’t leave until the doors closed.

(Y/N) spent a week traveling from New York to Bucharest, opting to travel by boat, train, and bus over planes. Bucky was waiting for her at the station when she arrived. (Y/N) approached tentatively, unsure of the reception she'd get. They stared at each other for a solid two minutes, each assessing their separate situations. When the corner of his mouth twitched up into the closest thing to a smile she'd ever seen from him, (Y/N) stepped forward and hugged him. He froze initially, but slowly wrapped his arms around her shoulders and relaxed in her hold.

"I've always secretly wanted to do this," she mumbled.

Bucky chuckled, the sound a warm rumble from deep in his chest. "I'm glad you got here safely." (Y/N) hummed. "You weren't followed, were you?"

"No. I think there might've been someone in Toronto, but they were easy to lose."

"Good."

He took her duffel bag and batted her hand away when she complained and tried to take it back. With (Y/N) tucked safely under his arm, Bucky led her back to his apartment.

(Y/N) sent Steve one quick text before permanently turning her phone off and removing the SIM card.

Arrived safely. We're fine. Don't look for us.

To (Y/N)’s surprise, and carefully hidden delight, they worked well together. There were no squabbles over who’s turn it was to cook or clean and they took weekly trips to the library and the market. They’d collapse on the couch together after a long day of errands and read. When they finished their books, they’d swap and settle back in.

In the beginning, (Y/N) slept on the couch. It was fine. Definitely not the worst back pain she’d experienced. But a month in, Bucky started having nightmares.

The first time it happened, she woke him up, calmed him down, and went back to the couch. The second time it happened three times in one night. She woke him up for the first and second and then crawled under the covers after waking him the third time.

“I could hurt you,” Bucky said. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t.”

“(Y/N),” he warned.

“You won’t,” she repeated. She squeezed his hand. “Do you want me to leave?”

HIs eyes went wide. “No.”

“Then I won’t. And you won’t hurt me. The pact is sealed. You’re never getting rid of me. Okay?”

Bucky nodded. “Okay.”

“Good.” She shuffled closer and held his hand to her chest, fingers laced.

“Thank you, (Y/N),” he murmured.

“Thank you for accepting the help.” Bucky squeezed her hand and hooked one foot around her ankle. “Go to sleep, Buck.”

They had their routine. It wasn’t anything exciting, but it worked for them. It was comfortable. They liked it.

They had a year and some change of peace before Steve appeared in their kitchen.

(Y/N) had returned from the market early and he was flipping through one of Bucky’s journals.

“That’s not yours.” Steve turned to face her and placed the journal on the counter. “If this is your way of telling me I was right about Ross, it sucks.”

“Yes and no. Ross is involved, but there was an attack on the U.N. They think Bucky’s involved.”

(Y/N) scoffed. “That’s absurd. We haven’t left the city in well over a year.”

“Which is why I’m here. We-”

“(Y/N), we have a problem.” Bucky rushed into the apartment and thrust a newspaper at her. On the front was a blurry picture of someone who might’ve looked a little like Bucky, provided you could squint hard enough.

“Where’d they get this picture?” (Y/N) held the paper out to Steve. “And why the fuck didn’t you get here sooner?”

“I-I don’t know-”

(Y/N) didn't leave time for Steve to answer and plunged her incorporeal hand through the floorboards, only to pull two packs out a moment later. She handed one off to Bucky and looped the other around her arms.

She slipped the journal from the counter into Bucky’s pack and asked, “How much time do we have?”

“Not enough,” Steve said.

“Then we leave. Right now.”

And then all hell broke loose.

Somehow, (Y/N) wasn’t placed in a cell beside Bucky. Instead, she was escorted to a conference room with Steve and Sam. With the amount of anxiety surging through her, (Y/N)’s powers flickered and Steve had to stop her drumming on the table when her fingers started sinking into the wood. She’d been so focused on the monitor and Bucky that she hadn’t realized what she was doing, let alone the weird looks she was getting.

She was first through the door, or wall, rather, when the lights went out. Her goal was to intercept and distract him long enough for Steve to find them and get the hell out. She managed to calm him long enough to guide him away from Tony. The plan went to hell after she took a particularly heavy blow to the back of the head. She crumpled to the floor and lost consciousness soon after.

She woke to Sam’s hands around her arms. She quickly got to her feet and Sam explained the situation as he led her out of the building. Steve was waiting for them in a beat up Bug with Bucky, soaked and unconscious in the back seat. She stuck to him like glue even after he woke up.

The following days blurred together. If there weren’t security footage, she wouldn’t believe it actually happened.

(Y/N) was taken to the Raft after the airport battle.

She didn’t have it nearly as bad as Wanda, but they’d put the same shock collars on both of them. Once, her powers flickered during an anxiety attack and she nearly pissed herself with the amount of electricity coursing through her body. (Y/N) opted to sleep through most of her time there.

After Steve rescued them, (Y/N) finally let herself cry. Mourn what she and Bucky had lost in Bucharest. The home they'd worked so hard to balance between the two of them. The time she'd finally gotten back with him. But she didn't let herself wallow. She knew there was still work to be done, so she followed Steve wherever he needed her. And when Bucky was fully deprogrammed, she asked if she could be allowed to stay with him in Wakanda. Keep him company. T'Challa very kindly gave her permission to do so.

She had three months with him before he was gone again in a violent flurry of aliens and ash.

In the following five years, (Y/N) shut down. She went where she was needed and did as she was asked. She didn’t get her hopes up at the prospect of retrieving the Infinity Stones. Couldn’t celebrate when those they’d lost returned and joined them on the battlefield. Couldn’t celebrate their victory. All she felt capable of was mourning. Mourning Vision, Tony, Natasha… even inevitably losing Bucky again.

So to protect herself, after Tony’s funeral and Steve’s goodbye, she left. Found a little apartment for herself in the city and tried to start over.

In spite of her efforts to keep herself busy, the loneliness was unrelenting.

Coming home one day, her knees nearly gave out at the sound of his voice.

“What the hell, (Y/N)?”

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Part 3

Ah yes, the patented Erin Cliffhanger (not actually patented, I do not have that kind of money.) The final chapter will be up next week!

Until then, I’d love to know what you thought of this chapter! What do you think of the reader’s relationship with the other Avengers? What would you have done if you were the one living with Bucky in Bucharest? Be sure like reblog, comment, and/or shoot me an ask and tell me all about it!

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A/N: So, funny story... I've never actually played poker before lol. I had to look up the rules of the game, so I hope this fic makes sense! But, thank you so much for the request! I loved writing it. Also, love you too! :) I hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger! Reader

Warnings: just some fluff, cursing, slight mention of alcohol

“Alright everyone, let’s gather round!” Tony yells, walking into the living room.

“I am so ready to kick all of your asses,” Natasha says.

“Oh, honey,” Tony responds. “We are playing a different type of poker tonight.”

Carrying two bowls of popcorn, you set them down on the coffee table. “What do you mean?” you ask.

“Well ladies and gentlemen,” Tony says, smirking, “we are going to play… drumroll please... strip poker!”

“Oh my god,” Natasha says. “Seriously?”

Sam walks over to the coffee table, rubbing his hands together. “Oh, now this is going to be fun.”

After finding a spot on the couch to sit down, Bucky walks in, sitting down directly across the table from you. “Of course you’d think so, birdbrain.”

Sam points his finger at Bucky. “Hey now, watch it, tin man.”

Steve comes over, slowly sitting down. “Uh, what is strip poker?”

“Exactly what it’s called, Stevey,” you joke. “Poker where you… wait for it… strip!”

“Someone sounds excited,” Thor says, joining in on the fun.

“Oh, I am. I’m ready to see Sam’s bare ass,” you joke.

“Oh, you wish, baby!” Sam replies.

Across the table from you, Bucky looks down at the floor. “It’s not even that nice,” he mutters.

“What was that, Barnes?” Natasha asks.

“Nothing,” he replies. “I’m just ready to play.”

Tony slams the cards down on the table. “Then let’s get to it!”

---

In the living room, there are seven of you: Tony, Bucky, Natasha, Steve, Thor, Sam, and you.

Looking around the room at everyone, Tony starts to discuss how to play. “Okay, we are playing basic stud poker, but instead of chips, we are using our clothes. Any questions?”

You raise your hand.

“This isn’t grade school, Y/N!” Sam yells at you, a grin on his face. “Just ask your question!”

Glaring at him, you flip him off. “Funny you know that, Sammie. I didn’t think you ever went to school,” you joke.

“Oh, they got you,” Bucky says, chuckling to himself.

Sam looks over at Bucky. “Yeah, you just keep laughing, Buck. I’ll remember that the next time your ass needs saving on a mission.”

Bucky sits up straighter. “My ass never needs saving…”

“Enough! Now, let’s play!” Tony interrupts. “...wait, Y/N, you never got to ask your question.”

“Oh, right.” you say, completely forgetting you even wanted to ask something in the first place. “Uh… how will we know who takes off their clothes?”

“Good question,” Tony responds. “Whoever bids the most “chips” and wins will pick a loser and that person will have to remove an article of clothing. If someone matches the bet, then whoever loses in that bet will have to remove an article of clothing. Everyone got that?”

Everyone nods and Tony starts to deal out the cards. “Alright, now let’s actually play,” he says.

---

In the first round, Steve and Thor face off, with Thor winning.

“Oh, good friend. I know it’s a shame that my clothing will not be removed, but I’m sure you will suffice,” Thor says, laughing at Steve.

“Of course I have to be the first one,” Steve says, face turning red. He removes his shirt.

Sam whistles. “Looking good, Cap!”

“Let’s just keep playing,” Steve responds, refusing to look at anyone.

During the second round, Natasha wins. “Let’s see,” she says, looking around the room. Her eyes stop on you and she smirks. “Y/N, remove your clothes.”

Sighing, you pull off your top and look over to see Bucky staring at you, expression unreadable. You notice his eyes are darker and a shiver runs down your body.

“Y/N!” Tony yells, trying to get your attention. “Are you with us?”

“Huh?” You whip your head to look at Tony. “Yeah… sorry.”

Across the table, Bucky grins at you.

---

An hour and a half later, on the 25th round, you were left in nothing but your undergarments. Thor was completely nude, while the rest of the team had at least one piece of clothing left on, including Bucky, who was currently sporting nothing but tight, black boxers.

Thor’s voice pulls you away from your sinister thoughts about Bucky.

“I’ll stay nude all the time, if you all wouldn’t mind,” Thor says.

“We mind,” Natasha says.

“Y/N, you look a little nauseous over there,” Sam says, throwing popcorn your way.

“Not nauseous,” you correct. “Just wondering how the hell I’m supposed to take any of you seriously after this.”

Steve reaches over and places his hand on your shoulder. “I can put my clothes back on, Y/N.”

“Oh, no you don’t,” Tony says. “Those clothes are staying off until we finish the game.”

You sneak a glance at Bucky and he softly smiles at you. You smile back, butterflies erupting in your stomach.

“Okay, we will make this the last round,” Tony says. “Mrs. Potts is waiting for me.”

Thor raises his beer in the air. “We can’t keep the beautiful lady waiting.”

“Thor gets it. Thanks, buddy. Alright, last round!” Tony responds.

The beginning of the last round starts with Natasha. “Raise,” she says.

“Shit,” Steve says, studying his cards intently.

“Language!” Sam yells. “Also, shit is right. Your cards are trash!”

“Hey, no cheating!” Steve yells, catching Sam staring directly at his cards.

“So, we will take that as a fold?” Tony asks Steve.

“Yeah… fold,” Steve mutters.

Thor pats Steve on the back. “It’s okay, my good friend. You’ll get there.”

Some time later, it’s down to you and Bucky.

“Get ready to lose, doll,” Bucky says, rolling his shoulders.

“No, you get ready to lose,” you say as you flip your cards over.

Looking at Bucky’s cards, you see that he has three of a kind. Immediately, you jump up and cheer.

“Yes, I won!” you exclaim. “Royal flush, baby! Now, take off your boxers!”

“Whoa there, Y/N,” Sam says. “A little too eager for Bucky to be naked, are we?”

Embarrassed, you stare down at the floor.

“It’s okay, doll,” Bucky says as he pulls down his boxers. “Rules are rules.”

You stare at him shamelessly, eyes trailing over his body. Bucky blushes.

“I think that’s our cue to leave,” Tony says, gesturing for everyone to move out of the room. “Okay, everyone out! Let’s leave the two lovebirds alone!”

As soon as everyone is gone, Bucky bends down and pulls his boxers back up. “I, uh, I guess you’ve seen all of me now,” he says.

“What?” you ask, confused.

“Well, you’re the only one, besides Steve, who really knows me. And, you just saw me fully naked so… you’ve seen everything now. Inside and out.”

“I guess so,” you say, slightly chuckling. “I like everything I’ve seen, inside and… out.”

“Is that so?” Bucky asks, stepping closer towards you.

“It is,” you respond, also moving closer.

When Bucky is directly in front of you, he reaches out and grabs your hand. “What do you say I take you out? On a date?”

Smiling, you interlock your fingers and give his hand a squeeze. “I’d love that.”

“It’s a date then. Is brunch okay?”

You nod. “Brunch is perfect.”

Bucky leans in and gives you a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll see you in the morning, doll.”

He gives you one last smile as he walks backwards out of the room.

“See you then, Buck,” you respond, waving at him.

Walking back to your room, you sigh. You were not going to get any sleep tonight.

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[missmoonwillow]

Before you go

ReaderXBucky Barnes your last night together before he leaves for England, and you are scared you'll never seem him again. Loving smut, hope you like. I did also post this on wattpad.

You lay in bed looking to the ceiling, the clock on the beside table is ticking softly, but that isn’t what is keeping you awake tonight. Slowly rolling to your side you see him laying with his back to you. The morning is coming, the fear is getting more real to you now.

“Doll…” Bucky turns in the bed gently to touch your face, “Why are you awake?” He whispers softly to you as his fingers move into your hair.

You try to smile, but the feeling of it was a lie, “I’m scared…” you finally answer feeling the pain in your chest spreading wide.

“I,” Bucky starts, but he stopped brushing a tear from your eye, “I’m scared too.” He moves forward touching his forehead to yours.

You close your eyes, “Please don’t go…”

“I have to,” He presses his lips to yours, “I can’t be a deserter.” He exhaled his words, “I have to go.” His hands holding you, were now pulling you closer to him.

You feel his exposed skin touching yours, for a second feeling the spark that made you fall in love with him, but you knew that he wasn’t like any other man you’ve ever meet. “James,” you say his name, but then part of you want to hold his name on your tongue forever. “People are dying in this war.”

“And I have no choice now…” He now moved to be sitting up in the bed, his hands off you and in his hair. “I can’t go to jail and leave Steve…”

“But Steve is trying to risk his life to join a war, he thinks you joined willingly.” You sit up to trying to grab his attention. “Why didn’t you tell Steve the truth?”

“I’m a hero to him,” Bucky snapped, he paused seeing the expression on your face, “(y/n) I can’t have him know what I did…”

You touch his face, “You saved my life,” You pointed it out, “If you didn’t stop that man,” You exhaled, “You are a hero.”

“Not in the eyes of the law,” Bucky touched your face again, his face now inches from yours. “But I’d do it a hundred times over to keep you safe.”

You glance down to your hands, “What if we run away?” You asked with hope.

“No,” Bucky shook his head, “Desertion is a death sentence at worse, or labeled a coward for the rest of my life.” He made you face him, “I don’t want to know what they would do to you.”

You feel the pain come back, “I don’t want you to die.” You get out in a cry; your hands start to tremble as he now holds them still. “Bucky, I don’t want you to be killed.”

“I promise you,” He let go of your hands to hold onto your face, making sure he could take in the whole of your face. “I am going to come home, and when I get home. I am going to talk to your father,” He brushed your hair free from your face, “I am going to ask him for your hand in marriage.”

“Bucky…” You gasp, “Don’t make such promises.”

He kisses you, the kind of kisses you’d see on the big screen, and his arms held around you to guide you onto his lap. “I’m going to win this war, I am going to come home and make you, my wife.” He kissed you again running his hands down your back.

Kissing him in return, feeling his tongue exploring your mouth, his fingers working down to your ass holding you against him. You can feel your heart as it pounds each beat faster than the other. Bucky’s soft, but he knew how to push you to the edge of ecstasy.

He rolled you onto your back, tracing his lips from your lips to the nap of your neck as his hand travelled to your core.

Bucky kept his kisses gentle, but his fingers rough. Each touch over your clit pushes you to an edge, arching your back to feel each stroke. His name leaving your mouth in gasps, part of you trying to keep your voice down.

He knows your roommates are not going to tell the world he was here, but you still need to keep this night a secret, like all the other nights he’d stay with you. Bucky was a gentleman, never telling a soul of the things you do alone in your room.

You use the pillow to cover your face as the pleasure takes over you, you know how you feel, and you want to scream to the heavens, but now you need to keep it inside you. “I need you.” You get out as Bucky takes the pillow away from your face to look at you. “Now…”

You feel him between your thighs, his hands trace from the back of your knee to your ass, he goes in slow as always, but with the thrust at the end, you feel him inside you, but as he pulls out, it’s as if you’re losing a part of yourself.

Bucky keeps a good pace, you bring your hips up to meet his at each thrust, holding your hands to his back, rolling them to his ass as he pushes into you harder, faster with each moan you make, you can’t help but push your fingernails into him, you need more.

Holding himself on you, you can feel the slick sweat, the smell in the room. You gasp for air, you don’t want this to stop, with each move he makes, makes you want him to stay forever. Bucky had to come home; he was going to marry you.

Screaming out his name as your body hums for him, you listen to his dedication of love to you, his body vibrates against yours, and you know he’d finished with you.

“James, do you really love me?” You say out of breath as he catches his breath too.

He reached over to hold you, pulls you to his chest, “I love you.” He kisses the tip of your nose softly. “I want to be your husband.” He ran his hand into your hair, “I’m going to make you my wife, and love you.” He sounded determined, “I just want you.” He kissed your forehead, holding you tighter. “I promise this to you.” He closed his eyes resting his forehead to yours, and you know he’s not lying. This wasn’t an empty promise, and now you can finally let yourself fall to sleep. You rest your face to his chest, listening to the soft sound of his heart beating against your ear, and smiling to know that when he came home, you’d officially get to me (y/n) Barnes.

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[kiraswritten]

All I'm Worth (ReaderxBucky) | pt. 2

(REPOST)

pairing: reader x bucky barnes warning: smut, unprotected sex (pls be responsible1!!!), dirty talk, praise kink (this is gonna be a reoccurring theme around here so welcome),Sargent kink a/n: thank you so much for the positive feedback!

part one

Bucky smirked, his metal hand holding onto the edge of his shirt, his gaze locked with yours as you watched him intently. He carefully peeled off his shirt from his body, your eyes immediately glued onto his abs, you licked you lips at the sight.

Bucky threw his shirt on the ground, he lifted his ass off the bed as he pulled down his basketball shorts, along with his boxers, letting his hard cock spring free from its confines.

You bite down on your bottom lip, rubbing your thighs together at the sight.

Bucky grabs his dick and pumps it twice, spreading the pre-cum all over the shaft. “Want a taste Sugar? Or you want me to fill you up instead?”

You let out a small high-pitched whimper, unable to choose.

The amount of times during the day you thought about sucking Bucky off was unreal, you’ve always wanted to taste him, wanting him to grab you by your hair, fucking your face with need. But the thought of him filling you up with his cock, you wondered how hard and fast he’d thrust inside you and you couldn’t wait to find out.

You licked your lips, your eyes locking with his as you crawled towards his lap. Bucky parted his lips slightly, watching you intently. You lean forward, each hand on Bucky’s thighs, “Can I be on top?” You ask, batting your eyelashes at him.

Bucky lets out a low moan, his flesh hand grabbing you by the back of your neck, pulling you into a hard kiss. You taste yourself against his tongue, moaning as his metal arm grabs you by your waist, your wet pussy grinding on his cock.

His metal hand lets go of your waist, he spreads your legs with his hand as the two of you continue to kiss.

You suddenly break away from the kiss, uttering ‘fuck’ as you felt Bucky stick two metal fingers into your wet pussy. Your forehead rests on his shoulder as he pumped his two fingers in and out of your pussy, you could hear how wet you were as he did so.

“Ready Sugar?” He asks you softly, you look up to meet his gaze, you nod.

His fingers leave you, making you whine from the loss, only to be replaced by his hard cock, you bite down onto your bottom lip, hard, not wanting to scream.

Bucky does an experimental thrust, making you arch your back from pleasure, “Bucky!”  You cry out.

His mouths opens at the sight of you on top of him, he licks his lower lip,  letting out a groan.

“Bucky?”

The two of you stop movements, focusing your attention at the door. You hear a knock at the door, followed by Steve calling out to Bucky once again.

You begin to move away from Bucky when he suddenly holds you by your waist, thrusting into you once more.

You cover your mouth with your hands, muffling the moan.

“Yeah?” Bucky replies to Steve, sounding unfazed.

“We got a meeting in ten, I can’t find (Y/N) you know where she is?” Bucky smirks, looking up at you.

Your hands still covering your mouth, you look down at Bucky in horror, “Dunno where she is pal, but I can go look for her,” He says, his pace not wavering.

You hear Steve’s steps recede, Bucky grabs your arms, pulling you closer towards him, he wraps your arms around his neck.

“Bucky!” You whisper-scream, trying to glare at him but failing as he cupped your breast with his hand.

“Don’t act like you didn’t like that Doll, I could feel your pussy clench on my cock, you liked it, you like me fucking you right under Steve’s nose, huh?” He says, pinching your nipple.

You whimper, nodding your head, “Yes, Buck, oh my fu-”

“We gotta do this quick Darlin’, they’re waiting for us,” He whispers into your ear.

“Can you come for me Sugar? Like those other times, can you? You do it so well, come for me again,”

You nod your head furiously, you push his back onto the mattress, your hands directly onto his chest. Bucky’s hands slide down, gripping onto your ass.

You gasp, feeling yourself edge closer and closer to the brink of pleasure.

“You look so stunning Sugar, fucking yourself onto my dick, you take me so well.” He grunts, his dick hitting your g-spot.

“Oh, fuck,”

“You’re close aren’t you? Your pussy’s gripping me so tight, come on Baby, cum for me, cum on my dick,”

Both your thrusts grew erratic, you close your eyes as you tried to keep up with Bucky’s pace, your clit rubbing against his pelvis, your mouth hangs open.

“I’m-”

“Let go Sugar, cum,”

Your orgasm hits you out of nowhere, your whole body tingling as you continued to hump Bucky’s cock, riding him out throughout the whole thing. Bucky finds his release as you milked his cock, his cum filling you up.

–

The two of you entered into the meeting room with two minutes to spare, Bucky sitting next to you.

You hoped that you didn’t look too flustered, you could feel your heart pounding inside your chest.

The meeting flew by without a hitch, it was mainly Steve telling you and the rest of the team details on the upcoming mission. You were trying to focus on Steve’s words if it weren’t for Bucky’s hand holding onto your knee.

It was a simple touch but it reminded you of the activities you two participated previously. You tried to keep a calm demeanor, you didn’t want anyone to think anything was going on.

Another ten minutes flew by and the meeting was over, you stood up from your seat. The others quickly left the room, only leaving you and Bucky inside.

You were headed back to your room when Bucky grabbed you by your wrist.

“Your room?” He asked you, his eyes clouded with lust.

You visibly gulped, immediately turned on from the way Bucky was looking at you. You simply nod your head, the two of you walking your way towards your room.

–

The moment you closed the door your back was pressed up against the wall, Bucky’s lips on yours. The two of you engaged in a heated kiss, tongues wrestling for dominance, which Bucky one of course.

Clothes ripped off of each other’s bodies, in a blink of an eye, you were naked on top of Bucky just like before.

Bucky felt your pussy wrap around his cock so nice and snug, the moment he thrusted in, he felt as if he were in heaven. He didn’t move to let you get used to his large size, only till you began gyrating your hips did he start to thrust into you.

“I found heaven between your legs Baby,” He grunted, both of his hands holding your waist. Your hands were planted firmly onto the headboard of the bed, your tits bouncing right in front of Bucky’s face.

“Wish I had a camera right now Sugar, need to save this moment ‘cause you look fuckin’ fantastic. Riding my cock, you’re breathtaking,”

“Harder Bucky,” You gasped, feeling his dick lightly graze your g-spot.

Bucky’s thrusts became slower and deeper, you could feel every part of his cock buried deep inside you, “Oh, fuck, yes, Bucky I-” you let out a gasp, his cock hitting your g-spot dead on.

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling your chest flush against his, “do that again- fuCK!” you cry out as he did, never feeling this type of pleasure before.

“God, you sound amazing Doll, like my dick that much, don’t cha? Like me doing-” he grunts, his metal arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you up, he pulls out of you before slamming inside of you, hitting your g-spot once more, “-that? You like that Sugar?” He growls into your ear, he bites down onto your earlobe softly.

“B-bucky….” You couldn’t think of anything else to say, your mind was blank, you could only remember his name.

His flesh hand snakes down between your bodies, his fingers quickly rubbing your clit.

“Fuck,” You pant, your eyes shut tight, you couldn’t take any more pleasure.

“You’re squeezing me so tightly Doll, you like that? You like me touchin’ you like this? Tell me, tell me what you need,”

“Bucky, oh God, Bucky! I-” You try to say but he quickened his pace, rubbing your clit as he began thrusting back into you. Your hands grip tightly onto his shoulders.

“You feel so good Baby, your pussy was made for me, you take me so well Sugar, you feel so fucking amazing.”

“Yes, yes, yes, yes!” You say, his words making you even wetter, your nails clawing deep into his skin.

Just when you could almost feel that tightening in your core, signaling your release, Bucky pulls out of you. Before you could protest, he flips the two of you so that you were right under him.

He grabs both of your wrists with one hand, pulling them upward. You look up at him as he parts your legs with his knee, he slips his dick inside you once more, wrapping one of your legs around his waist for a better angle.

“Oh fuck,” your back arches from the bed as Bucky quickens his pace once again, that familiar feeling in your stomach growing.

“God you feel so fucking amazing, tell me when you’re close Darlin’, okay?”

You nod furiously, he lets go of your wrists, both his hands now on your breasts, both flicking and pinching your nipples, adding to the pleasure.

“Bucky, I’m- Oh fuck, keep going Sarge, fuck!”

“You’re so good to me Darlin’, your body knows who it wants and needs.“

“Now tell me Sugar, who’s cock do you need?”

“Yours Sarge, only yours!” You answer breathlessly, your hands gripping onto your sheets.

“Ah fuck, Sugar, you’re squeezin’ me so tight, can’t last any longer, cum for me, cum for me Baby,”

His name escapes your throats along with a high-pitched squeal, your pussy clenches all around him, signaling your release. Bucky lets out a grunt, fucking into you till he reached his own orgasm, your juices mixing with each other’s.

He falls on top of you, his metal hand carrying most of his weight so he wouldn’t crush you, the two of you breathing heavily, catching your breaths.

“That was, that was…” you tuck a strand of hair behind his ear.

He smiles at your gesture, his flesh hand holding onto your hand, bringing it to his lips, kissing your fingers.

“You were amazing Sugar,”

You feel your face heat up from his comment, you closed you eyes, covering your face with your free hand.

“What’s wrong Darlin’? Why you acting all shy with me, especially since…” he trailed off.

“Nothing I’m just not used to… your new nicknames for me. I already get flustered enough when you call me Doll,”

A smile graces his lips, “Didn’t think my words affected you that much,”

You bring your hand away from your face, glaring at him, “Barnes you know damn well your words affect me.”

He lets out a chuckle, “I meant prior to this, though if I knew beforehand, I would have made a move way sooner.”

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