#reintroduce bucky

[mysecretlittlelibrary]

My Heart Is Thrilled By The Still Of Your Hand

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: okay uh praise kink, touch starved bucky, kinda size kink, a little bit of cockwarming, creampie, unprotected p in v (wrap it UP), oral f receiving, minor overstimulation idk I think that's all but I'm probably missing something

Genre: fluff + smut

Summary: You find out your very not physical boyfriend is actually touch starved

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Your boyfriend does not like physical contact. You'd figured that out pretty soon after you'd met him. Granted he started out as your neighbor so there was really noreasonto have physical contact exactly, but when you introduced yourself to him, he didn't shake your hand. You seriously thought you messed up that first impression when he glanced at your outstretched hand and just nodded a hello. You obviously didn't because after months of friendly conversation, he eventually asked you on a date. A date on which he didn't touch you not once. Even when he was guiding you somewhere, his hand hovered at your back but never actually made contact. You thought maybe he was being overtly cautious to make sure he didn't cross any boundaries. Your second date was the same and while you tried not to think too much of it you'll admit it was a little awkward when you returned to your apartments and he rushed out a goodbye before disappearing into his place when you had stepped forward to tell him you had fun. Your third date went similarly, except you grabbed his hand while crossing a street without thinking and though he did let go after a few minutes you took it as a good thing that he didn't immediately snatch his hand back.

His lack of physicality didn't bother you really, especially because you'd met his closest friends and they don't seem to touch him either. When they visit he sits in the armchair while they're on the couch even though his couch does fit the three people. You know it does because when you hang out with all of them you usually take that third spot on the couch with your back against the armrest closest to Bucky. You know not everyone likes being touched so you allow Bucky to decide most of your physical contact. Aside from the rare occasions where you hold his arm for balance while walking in heels or grab his hand in busy places, which he tends to avoid, you let Bucky initiate things. He hardly does but your relationship is still new, a few months at this point, so you don't feel the need to rush him. You're perfectly comfortable with that choice until Sam pulls you aside one day when you're all at Bucky's apartment.

"I need to talk to you for a second y/n." Sam tells you, grabbing your arm before you can follow Steve out of the kitchen.

"What is it Sam?" You ask, tilting your head.

"What's up with you and your man?"

"I'm not sure what you mean?" Your brows knit together at his words.

"How do I put this? If I didn't know y'all were a couple I would assume you barely know each other. You don't hug, you don't kiss, you don't cuddle, you don't even sit together when we all hang. At first I thought you were just shy about affection around strangers but we're friends now I think and nothing has changed."

"I'm sorry do I need to reintroduce you to my boyfriend, one of the most physical touch adverse people I think I've ever met?"

"So it's not a you thing?" Sam asks.

"No! As far as I know Bucky pretty much hates being touched. I figured that out when I met him. I just don't push the issue." You shrug.

"I mean I know he doesn't like being touched but you're his girlfriend."

"Being his girlfriend doesn't give me permission to ignore his boundaries Sammy."

"I'm not saying ignore his boundaries, I'm saying his boundaries are probably different with you."

"Sam it took Bucky three dates to hold my hand and that was becauseIgrabbedhishand to drag him across the street. I really don't think I'm an exception."

"At this point I think you've made it seem so small that he assumes you don't like it either. If you showed him that you cared about all of that stuff I'm sure he'd show out." He says.

"Okay but Idon'tcare about all that stuff." You sigh, "I mean, I guess I do but not in the sense that I want to force him out of his comfort zone or anything like that- I'm fine Sam really."

"Are you guys coming because I will start this movie without you!" Steve shouts from the living room.

"We're coming!" You shout back. Sam grabs your arm before you leave the kitchen.

"Just give a little nudge." He says quickly. The two of you make it out to the living room and Sam nudges you as soon as you're by Bucky's seat. You trip just a little at the sudden shove and shoot a glare at him. He makes a not so subtle gesture at Bucky and you roll your eyes.

"Did you guys pick something?" You ask hesitantly placing a kiss on Bucky's cheek before taking your seat on the couch next to Sam who's in the middle. You don't notice the way Bucky touches his cheek or blushes at your sudden affection.

"Technically Sam picked this movie." Steve says.

"I did? Is itNow You See Me? Y/n you know they've never seen that?"

"I believe it." You nod.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Steve scoffs.

"You two are basically grandpas, now start the movie." You wave your hand at him, grabbing a handful of popcorn from the bowl in Sam's lap. Sam laughs while Steve starts the movie. By the time you've finished both that and the sequel it's pretty late and everyone seems ready to wind down for the night. Steve and Sam say their goodbyes while you stick around to help Bucky clean up.

"I'll do the dishes tomorrow doll, just leave them in the sink, okay?" Bucky says when he sees you turning on the faucet.

"I don't mind doing them now-"

"It's late,andyou've already helped me straighten up. I'll take care of those." He pulls you away from the sink and turns it off. You put a hand on his cheek, your thumb gently stroking his face for a moment.

"You're sure?" You ask quietly. Bucky's eyes have fallen closed at this point and he lets out a content sigh before he replies.

"I'm sure." He says eventually.

"Alright, then I'll see you soon." You say giving him a quick kiss before going back across to your own apartment. It shouldn't, but your fingers against his skin stir something inside Bucky he hasn't felt in a long time and it makes him ache in more ways than one. For the next few weeks you take Sam's advice and test the waters in small ways. You put your arm around his when you're out together, offer hugs and kisses whenever the opportunity presents itself, you've even been finding ways to touch him while you watch TV together as opposed to sitting on opposite ends of the couch. It's all little innocent changes that you implement over time gaging Bucky for negative reactions and adjusting accordingly. He's not noticeably averse to anything you do so while there's no acknowledgment of your increased affection, you presume he's indifferent to it. Oh, how wrong you are. With each soft touch or gentle kiss, Bucky is only wound tighter over time. It takes everything in him not to react when you press yourself against him while leaving the movie theater or when you shyly kiss him before rushing into your apartment after saying goodnight. The more you do it the more he realizes how desperate he is to feel you but he can't bring himself to do anything about it. He wills himself to relish in the touches you give and not crave more. To his credit, for a while, that works. He's content with your shy kisses and gentle caresses until tonight. You're even more affectionate than you've been as of late and while Bucky loves the feeling of your hands on him, it's making the blood rush south while you're watching TV.

"Bucky are you alright?" You hum looking up at him from where your head is resting against his shoulder.

"Hm? Yeah, why?" He asks.

"Well, you've been pretty tense since I got here. I didn't wanna say anything but- I can feel your heart racing." You say patting his chest for emphasis.

"Oh is it?" He asks with forced ease that makes you chuckle.

"Babe what's going on?" You sit up to look at him.

"Nothing. You don't need to worry doll." He says grabbing your hand that's resting on his chest and squeezing reassuringly.

"Bucky, you don't have to lie to me." You frown.

"I'm not- lying." Bucky says. You look at him for a long moment before you shrug and lay your head back against his shoulder, turning your attention to the TV again absentmindedly tracing patterns on his chest with your finger. A few minutes pass before Bucky lets out a harsh breath and you sigh.

"What's going on with you? And don't say nothing this time. If you're bored or something you can just say so instead of acting all weird."

"I'm not bored, trust me."

"Then tell me what's up with your behavior."

"I'm just- on edge. I guess." He shrugs.

"Why? Did something happen today?" You ask, concern in your voice.

"No no, nothing happened. I'm sorry for being weird, I'm just- god you drive me crazy." Bucky sighs.

"What didI do?" 

"The way you touch me is maddening doll."

"Wait what? I haven't been doing-"

"I know. It's embarrassing how easily you manage to rile me up. All you've done is hug me and now I want to pin you against a wall." He grunts out. Your eyes widen at his confession.

"Pin me against a wall?" You gasp.

"I've been trying to control it so much I'm sorry I-"

"Bucky I'm not scandalized that you want to fuck me, I'm your girlfriend. I'm just- surprised because you hardly initiate contact and sometimes you shy away from it, I kind of just assumed you hated it."

"Well I, I'm not usually comfortable with it and with you, it, makes me dizzy. I can't think straight."

"So like this," you place your hand back on his chest, tracing gentle swirls against his thin t-shirt, "this makes you dizzy?" You ask curiously. Bucky's hand grabs your wrist in an attempt to keep you still.

"Yes it makes me dizzy. It's been making me dizzy for the last hour."

"I had no idea you'd be so easily excitable." You giggle.

"I'm not it's just you." Bucky says.

"If you want to pin me to a wall so bad I won't stop you."

"Y/n, don't tempt me."

"I mean you don't have to if you're not ready for that-"

"That is not the problem."

"Well what is?" You ask.

"Y/n," Bucky sighs and you shrug.

"Like I said, we don't have to. I know it's not you're thing, I'm only teasing." You tell him. Bucky lets out a grunt before pulling you into his lap so suddenly that you gasp.

"I don't think you understand how hard I'm trying to not fuck you silly doll."

"What if I want you to?" You ask and Bucky's hand tightens around your waist. He brings his other hand up to the back of your neck and sighs.

"You're going to be the death of me." He growls out before pulling you down to kiss him. The kiss is rough, Bucky's tongue claiming your mouth. When Bucky pulls away, you're panting harshly as he trails kisses down to your neck. He litters your throat with marks that have little whimpers falling from your lips. "God you sound so pretty." He mutters against your skin. Your hands slip under his shirt and you drag your nails across his abdomen, enjoying the way the muscles tense under your fingers. When you attempt to tug his shirt over his head he stops you.

"Is everything okay?" You ask breathlessly.

"Bedroom." He grunts.

"Does it matter?" You frown.

"To me yes. I'm not fucking you for the first time on my couch." He says. He tucks his hands under your thighs and stands from the couch with ease. You wrap yourself around him, leaving teasing kisses along his neck as he carries you down the hall.

"I'd let you fuck me in the back of an alley if you wanted Bucky." You tell him when he kicks the door of his room open.

"What're you trying to do doll? Gimme a heart attack?" He grumbles tossing you onto his bed.

"Never." You giggle tugging him towards you by his shirt. When Bucky's shins hit the edge of the bed he falls forward with his lips against yours, bracing himself against his hands on either side of your head.

"Hard to believe when you talk like that." He jokes as he sits back on his knees. He tugs his shirt quickly over his head and you let your eyes roam freely across his chest.

"God, you're hot." You sigh which makes him chuckle. He leans forward to kiss you and then pulls your shirt up and off of you, tossing it somewhere behind him. Bucky dips his head to your collarbone, scattering your skin with wet kisses as he tugs your bra below your breasts. With your boobs on display, Bucky is quick to take one into his mouth, his tongue and lips lavishing your nipple with attention while his fingers tug and tease the other. Your back arches against his ministrations, quiet mewls filling the space.

"I love your little noises baby." He mutters, swapping his attention.

"Your mouth feels so good." You whimper, threading your fingers gently through his hair.

"Wait til you feel it between your legs doll." He smiles, kissing down your abdomen. Bucky pulls your shorts and underwear off in one go as he shuffles down the bed. "Such a pretty pussy." Bucky mutters, his hands on your thighs hold your legs open as he stares at you.

"Bucky," you frown, squirming against his hold impatiently.

"I gotchu doll." He says licking slowly between your folds. You suck in a breath at the feeling of his tongue against you. Bucky lets out a groan at your taste before burying his face fully between your legs. He laps at your core like a man starved, his tongue sharp and unforgiving against your clit. He has you so worked up that you're writhing against him, making him wrap his arms around your thighs to keep you still enough for him. Bucky pulls an orgasm from you embarrassingly fast, that tightly wound ball of pleasure in your gut snapping so soon it even shocks you. You draw a shaky breath that turns into a shakier moan when your body registers Bucky's mouth still on you, even stronger now than before.

"B-Bucky wait." You stutter out as you twist in his hold unsure if you want more or less of him.

"Gimme another baby. Love seeing you lose control." He growls out, two metal fingers joining his mouth, gently working you open as your walls continue to spasm helplessly in the aftermath of your first orgasm.

"I- Bucky- wai- I nee- God! I can't think!" You pant out, your fingers in his hair tugging harshly.

"Good, don't. Just be good and cum for me doll." Bucky says and when he wraps his lips around your clit, sucking harshly as his fingers curl just right against that spot inside you, you have no choice but to follow the directive, cumming with a loud whine as Bucky eagerly indulges in your juices. When your breathing starts to slow, Bucky lets up, adjusting enough to shove his pants off and line himself with your entrance. "How ya doin' sweetheart? Still with me?" He asks, softly caressing your cheek. You hum in response at first, giggling as you lean into his touch. "Need you to speak for me doll. Can't give you more til you use your words." He chuckles.

"It'll take more than that to take me out baby." You wink at him, taking his dick in your hand and stroking it slowly. He's hot and hard in your grasp and you smile when Bucky's head drops to your shoulder as he groans at your touch.

"You're killing me sweetheart." He laughs breathlessly. You let out a laugh of your own and turn your head enough that your lips kiss the shell of his ear.

"It's only fair." You whisper, scraping your teeth gently against his earlobe. You can't help but delight in the way he shivers. Bucky pulls your hand from his length, trapping it under his against the bed.

"Who said anything about fair?" He manages before you feel him thrust into you. Your head snaps back at the feeling of him stretching you as he slowly rocks into you inch by inch. His size is almost overwhelming but you can't help but moan when he's finally bottomed out. Bucky's groan is strained as he sets a measured pace, clearly trying to give you time to adjust. His unhurried movements only serve to rile you up more and you're squirming against him as your hands still trapped under his clenches around it.

"Fucking hell Bucky move, please!" You finally grind out when it becomes unbearable. When your walls clench around him, any plans of leisure Bucky had in mind are tossed out. He grabs your hips tight enough that you're sure there will be bruises come morning, but you have no time to dwell on it as measured movements become unrelenting, his hips snapping against yours so hard the bed moves with each thrust. Your back arches into him as he presses into you repeatedly.

"This what you wanted doll? 'Be split open on my dick huh?" He huffs out.

"Yes- fuck, ohGodyes!" You cry out, your body overwhelmed with the feeling of him.

"That's it baby, scream for me. Let everyone know who's got you like this." His commands are breathy and gruff when they reach your ears.

"Bucky! More please! Oh my God Bucky!" You whine.

"Fuck you look so good taking my dick baby. Nice and stretched out like you should be- damn I could get used to this." Bucky's words only pull more sounds from you as another orgasm builds inside you. His fingers reach between the two of you to toy with your clit, rubbing circles against the bundle of nerves and hurdling you faster towards that third release.

"F-fuck- fuck I'm close- god I'm gonna-" it's not a full sentence, your brain is too scrambled to string together the proper thought.

"You gonna cum for me baby? Gonna make a mess all over my dick?"

"Yes, shit- yes, god yes."

"Go ahead doll, cum. Wanna feel you squeezing me." Bucky huffs out and with a few circles against your clit, you're doing just that, your third orgasm making you shake so hard Bucky has to hold you to chase his own release. His thrusts are more frantic now focused on finding his own end.

"God you fuck me so well baby, you're gonna cum in me aren't you? Want your cum leaking out me Bucky. Please- please fill me up." You whine.

"Fucking hell- you want itinyou? Want it flooding that needy little pussy?"

"Yes! Please Bucky! Please cum in me. Want it so bad." You plead breathily. Moments later his hips stutter and you feel the heat of his release as it fills you. His harsh breathing is the only sound in the room for a few minutes as you feel your heartrate slowing.

"Yeah you really are going to be the death of me." He chuckles breathlessly as he attempts to recover from his high. You giggle and wrap your arms around him, pulling his full weight onto you.

"Wait a sec babe let me-"

"Whatever it is can wait, I just wanna lay like this for a while." You tell him. Your soft voice and gentle strokes of his hair are too soothing for him to even want to argue and so you lay like that for who knows how long. Bucky's head on your chest as you play with his hair, he doesn't even attempt to take his dick out of you, just wanting to prolong your closeness.

As it turns out your boyfriend does like physical contact, but only when it comes from you.

***

#marvel #marvel fanfiction #bucky x reader #bucky #bucky barnes x reader #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes smut

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Black Widow, Winter Soldier, and WinterWidow reading list

I made this list for another post, but I thought I'd put it here too.

Black Widow (1999) by Devin Grayson - Natasha's first solo. It's only three issues, and it's the start of modern Black Widow. It introduces important aspects of her character, like the Red Room. Yelena is introduced for the first time.

Black Widow (2001) by Devin Grayson - Another three-issue comic, which I thought was a fun read. It's a Natasha, Yelena, and Matt team-up comic. It's a part of Marvel Knights, which told more mature and darker stories so I have a soft spot for the 1999 and 2001 runs for this reason.

Black Widow: Pale Little Spider (2002) by Greg Rucka - Another three-issue comic. While not focused on Natasha, it's a Yelena solo. It's part of the Max comics line, which was an attempt to tell adult-only stories, and it definitely shows because Yelena visits a bondage sex club. A very important comic for Yelena.

Black Widow: Homecoming (2004) by Richard K. Morgan - I think this comic was extremely influential for modern Black Widow. A lot of her mythos originated from this comic. The movie took a lot of inspiration from this comic as well, like the pheremones thing.

Black Widow: The Things They Say About Her (2005) by Richard K. Morgan - This one is decent. It's not entirely important, but I think it's worth a read. A classic Black Widow story where Natasha is on the run and doesn't know who to trust. While it's overdone at this point, I think this was the first comic to portray it. Yelena and Matt show up in this one too.

Captain America (2005) by Ed Brubaker - VERY IMPORTANT. Bucky is reintroduced as the Winter Soldier and shows up in #1. While it's long, every issue is worth it. Natasha doesn't show up until #27, but #27-#50 is peak buckynat. This run is one of my fav comics of all time.

New Avengers #48-64, Annual #3, Finale (2005) by Brian Michael Bendis - Natasha isn't super important in this, and she barely shows up, but Bucky shows up frequently. I wouldn't say it's entirely important, but it's during Bucky's time as Captain America, and when he interacts with the Avengers, so I recommend it just for that. Also, I'm a little biased because New Avengers (2005) is probably my favorite comic ever.

Black Widow (2010) by Marjorie Liu - The best Black Widow story ever written. I don't think anyone has disliked it. 10/10, I always love to reread it.

Black Widow: Deadly Origin (2010) by Paul Cornell - A miniseries about Natasha's origin. Not entirely important, but it's a solid Black Widow story. Appearances from Bucky and Wolverine.

Captain America #600-619 by Ed Brubaker - Again, it's very important for both Bucky and Natasha. It's a continuation of Captain America (2005).

Captain America & Bucky #620-624 (2011) by Ed Brubaker - Pretty important. It's a retelling of Bucky's life. #624 is all about buckynat and how they met. A lot of iconic buckynat content that the fandom gushes over is in it.

Widowmaker (2011) - Not super important and Bucky isn't in it. A fun team-up story about Clint and Natasha with Bobbi. I enjoyed reading it.

Winter Soldier (2012) by Ed Brubaker - I cannot tell you how much I love this comic. It's the best Bucky's ever been written and I don't think anyone will disagree when I say that no one has ever understood Bucky like Ed Brubaker. Extremely important for buckynat.

Winter Soldier: The Bitter March (2014) by Rick Remender - I'm not going to lie; I don't really remember much from this comic, but I know people like it.

Black Widow (2014) by Phil Noto & Nathan Edmondson - Another popular comic for Natasha. It's probably my second favorite Black Widow comic after Liu's. Another Black Widow is on the run story, but Liho is introduced in this! Bucky is in #8, 15, 17-18. A must read.

Bucky Barnes: The Winter Soldier (2014) by Ales Kot - This isn't my favorite, but the art is absolutely beautiful. I don't think it's essential. Natasha is not in this.

Black Widow (2016) by Mark Waid - I enjoyed reading this comic. I'd rank it third after Liu and Noto. Bucky is in #9-10. Essential Black Widow comic.

Tales of Suspense #100-104 by Matthew Rosenberg - A Winter Soldier and Hawkeye team-up where they look for Natasha after she was killed by Hydra Cap in Secret Empire (no need to read it; SE is trash). A fandom favorite, and I absolutely love it. Winterhawk exploded in popularity after this run.

Winter Soldier (2018) by Kyle Higgins - Natasha does not show up in this, but it's very important for Bucky. It's a short five-issue miniseries, and it's probably the best Bucky has been written since Brubaker.

Black Widow (2019) by Jen and Sylvia Soska - It's a miniseries, and it's a fairly dark one. Natasha is back from the dead, and she's PISSED. Bucky doesn't show up in this one, but Steve does, and it's after her murder at Hydra Cap's hands.

Web of Black Widow (2019) by Jody Houser - Another Natasha miniseries where she's on the run and her friends are worried about her. Bucky shows up in #2 and #5.

Falcon and Winter Soldier (2020) by Derek Landy - A fun team-up comic with Sam and Bucky. Natasha doesn't show up. Not essential.

Black Widow (2020) by Kelly Thompson - It's...not great. Many people have already talked about what they didn't like, so I won't go over it, but it has some fantastic buckynat moments. However, I will say that I really love Natasha, Yelena, Clint, and Bucky teaming up in this comic. That group together is highly entertaining. It doesn't seem like anything from this comic will be paid attention to in the future, but I would still read it.

Captain America: Sentinel of Liberty (2022) by Jackson Lanzing and Collin Kelly - Really trash. I didn’t like this at all. Bucky isn't written well, and I think Natasha shows up like twice. Skip.

Captain America: Cold War (2023) by Jackson Lanzing and Collin Kelly - Another trash event. Skip.

Thunderbolts (2023) by Jackson Lanzing and Collin Kelly - Buckynat FINALLY get back together after they broke up in Winter Soldier (2012). A boring comic otherwise.

#buckynat #natasha romanoff #bucky barnes #black widow #winter soldier #marvel comics #winterwidow

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Actions that are valid and not selfish can have negative consequences while still being valid and not selfish. Just because those negative consequences came about as a result of the action doesn’t mean it was the person who took the action’s fault.

This is about Kristen Applebees.

Yes, she left home and by extension her brothers. We must remember she was kicked out. She didn’t have a choice to leave. But even if she did, it's not selfish to leave a toxic environment with parents who clearly don’t value you beyond your religious role. In a perfect world, Kristen wouldn’t have had to leave her brothers behind when she left. And she clearly loves them and missed them. See her scene at the start of Sophomore Year, where she was audibly in tears leaving them gold. I don’t take her not going in as a sign she doesn’t care, if anything it's a sign of how much she cares. I take it as her knowing if she goes in and has to face even one of her brothers, she’ll never be able to leave.

Now that Bucky’s back, we actually get to see the impact Kristen’s absence left. Mac and Donna are clearly stricter and meaner in their parenting, being reintroduced bullying Bucky. Bucky is, quite frankly, a nervous wreck who thinks he’s going to Hell. He’s clearly torn between his religion saying Kristen is a sinner and the fact he missed her so much and wants his big sister back. I wouldn’t be surprised if Bucky has been trying to be The Good Kid/peacemaker since Kristen has been gone. You could say her leaving was the catalyst for these events. 

And none of that is her fault.

Mac and Donna don’t have to double down and bully their remaining kids. There’s probably a world where they are normal people and realised they fucked up and did better by their sons. But the fact is, they didn’t, they remained abusers, when they didn’t have to. Notice how Bucky doesn’t refute Kristen when she says she had a hard time with their parents. On some level, he must know what their parents do and say isn’t normal. He doesn’t seem to resent Kristen for leaving, even if her absence left him in a bad place.

The weird wave of Kristen hatred has me nervous for when we see Bucky again/if we see Bricker or Cork. I know they won’t be okay but some part of me wants them to be for fear of rancid takes that what happened is Kristen’s fault.

#fhjy #d20 fantasy high #kristen applebees #bucky applebees

[montanabohemian]

since i'm back in my stucky feels, i just need to know why they chose "it's been a long long time" to reintroduce bucky to steve. i mean what in the actual fuck were they thinking if they didn't want us to be absolutely unhinged about them?

#HAVE YOU EVEN LISTENED TO THE LYRICS???? #THEY MAKE ME INSANE #'NEVER THOUGHT THAT YOU WOULD BE / STANDING HERE SO CLOSE TO ME' #'THERE'S SO MUCH I FEEL THAT I SHOULD SAY / BUT WORDS CAN WAIT UNTIL SOME OTHER DAY' #'HAVEN'T FELT LIKE THIS MY DEAR / SINCE I CAN'T REMEMBER WHEN' #'YOU'LL NEVER KNOW HOW MANY DREAMS / I'VE DREAMED ABOUT YOU / OR JUST HOW EMPTY THEY ALL SEEMED WITHOUT YOU' #anyway #ANYWAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY #i mean it's been what? ten years? whenever that fucking movie came out #AND I STILL THINK ABOUT WHAT A DELIBERATE CHOICE THAT SONG WAS #fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee #anYWAYyyyy #stucky #captain america #marvel #steve x bucky #bucky barnes #steve rogers #catws

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A Friendly Smile From the Past ~ Series Masterlist

Pairing: CEO!Bucky Barnes x Reader [with College!Bucky/High School!Bucky in flashbacks and mentions

[Ongoing series]

Summary:

When you were young, you were friends with a neighbourhood boy who liked the same things as you. You both grew up together and as long as you had each other and the rest of your friends, there was always a make-believe adventure right around the corner. He grew up to be a successful businessman and seems to have forgotten where he came from.

You haven’t talked to him or the rest of the close-knit group of friends you used to be in years, but the death of a person who had been involved in all of your lives brings him and everyone back to the old neighbourhood. Does time allow you to reconnect and reintroduce him to the life he left behind? Does it allow you to build back the friendships you lost? Will you finally confess your feelings to him? Or is it too late?

One: I'm Fired?

Two: The Funeral

Three: Explaining can be hard

Four: Why won't you tell the truth?

Five:

#james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes #bucky x female reader #bucky x y/n #clint barton #ceo!bucky #college!bucky #clint barton x y/n #clint barton x reader #natasha romanoff #steve rogers #tony stark #pepper potts #sam wilson #wanda maximoff #vision #thor odinson #bruce banner #sharon carter #peter parker #brock rumlow #john walker #sebastian stan #avengers au #the avengers

[writing-multifandoms]

Decorating with the Avengers + Others for Autumn

Requests are open! Read the rules and send them in!

The team

Okay, so when the weather starts to change and the leaves start to fall from the trees, you can bet that stores will reintroduce pumpkin spice products. Whenever you wanna decorate for fall, some people will help you while others will claim that they are helping but are eating all the Halloween decorated candy and goods that are in the kitchen.

Tony Stark

He'll definitely tease you about decorating. Might toss a couple of candies at you to see your reaction but nothing that can't be fixed with a quick kiss and a few of those (wrapped) candies thrown back at him at full force.

"Damn, Y/N." Tony laughed as he ducked the full on pumpkin shaped Snickers bar.

He is a bit amused when you use those autumn ambience videos on YouTube as inspiration for decorating and doing a little bit of crafts. He'll eventually get into the Autumn spirit. He playfully blames you when you see that he made a suit that had the colors of Autumn.

Steve Rogers

He'll definitely help you decorate. His decorating skills are a bit rusty from ya know..... But, he'll definitely try and help. Nowadays, he's kinda impressed about how much the human race has advanced.

He notices that when he went to the store with you to get a few things, that a good portion of the decorations were shiny and sparkly. He'll totally be down if you ever wanted to do a Autumn picnic. He makes sure that if the weather is particularly chilly, that you both are dressed for it and have maybe like a portable battery operated heater to keep you guys warm

He definitely wants to make sure that you are comfortable and he sure does not want you to get sick. If you love to bake, he'll also be your first taste tester and he will give you honest feedback on your baked goods.

Bucky Barnes

"Whatcha, doing there, doll?" Bucky asks as he watches you struggle to put up some decorations for the Fall season. When you tell him you are decorating, he'll hold you steady as you put orange led lighting up outside. He will also offer you his jacket if you get cold. He will always offer you his help and will help you get down after putting up the decorations outside. He loves how excited you get when the season of Autumn comes around.

If you bake, then he will tease you, especially if you make something like a pumpkin pie. Bucky may or may not play sweetest pie by dua lipa and Meghan thee stallion. "What's the matter, doll? You seem a bit flustered." However, he's impressed by the skill of your baking. He ate the first slice and went back for a few more. "You could probably sell these. They are that good."

If you want picnics, he'll ask you to bring two pumpkin pies alongside some other things. Also, he may or may not approve if you want to put pumpkin and autumn leaves stickers on his metal arm. He probably would agree reluctantly but if it's something like Autumn colors bedazzling, he doesn't know if he would let you do that though.

Thor

When you guys are on earth, he likes how many pumpkin flavored food and drinks there are during this time of year.

He will EAT all the pumpkin pie poptarts and then beg you to get some more. You would be better off just getting a 36 pack of those to be honest. And yes if you make homemade pumpkin baked goods he will eat those as well. You asked him for feedback once and all his said was "Another!"

If you guys on Asgard you may or may not get weird looks while you are decorating. When Thor tells his parents that this is kind of a tradition of yours, they don't mind. Your pumpkin spice cookies somehow end up being really big in Asgard so you always make a huge batch and leave them in the dining hall.

Loki

Similar to Tony. He will definitely tease you about you wanting to decorate for the Fall/Halloween season. However, he loves your soups during this time of year. Not because they provide warmth when the weather starts to get cold (he was born a frost giant, he's used to it) but just the flavor of your soups.

Whatever pumpkin baked good you make might disappear overnight, but Loki swears it wasn't him like you didn't see him devouring it at 3am the prior night. Loki will also brag about your baking skills to EVERYBODY. Like he is always mentioning how you found a new pumpkin desert to make.

Loki also slowly but surely starts to judge other people's house. If they don't have Halloween/Fall decorations, he is definitely judgemental, honestly. When he judges other's decorations for not being "as good as yours." He uses that as a way to compliment you instead of telling you directly.

Dr Strange

You are gonna have to beg Dr Strange to teleport you to a pumpkin patch. You force him to go on the Hay ride as well. Pretends to not like it but he actually likes spending time with you.

May or may not like the pumpkin spice latte that you get from the local Starbucks. Don't be surprised if he used magic to make sure you don't fall or get hurt while decorating.

Gonna look at you like 🙄 when you beg him to use his cape when you convince him to have a picnic but does it anyway because he loves you. And then 🙄 turns into 😶 when his cape willing goes over to you when you guys start to set up the picnic.

Peter Parker

Definitely uses his Spidey powers to decorate with you. He tries to convince you to just relax and that he can do it but you want to be helping also. If he is able to convince you to relax, you'll definitely just do some Instacart and order pumpkin pie, the ingredients for some pumpkin spice drinks (hot and cold), and the Ingredients needed for a thick and hearty soup since New York could get cold early in October.

If he isn't able to convince you, then he'll make sure that you are secure at ALL times, no matter how much you fuss. He would also love to go on coffee dates with you. Actually, to be honest, he wouldn't mind just being close to you in general, even if it's just staying at home during a rainy, cold, and cloudy day. He wants to try different seasonal drinks with you. However, during a quick trip to the grocery store, you two say apple cider flavored chips, and the two of you looked at each other before putting it in the cart. Hey, you never know. You might love it.

Bruce Banner

Imma tell you right now. Bruce did not expect to wake up at 3 in the morning to an empty half of the bed. Bruce saw that light was coming from down the hallway so he groggily got up as he senses heightened. "Y/N?" He called out, his voice slightly slurred as he had just woken up from a deep sleep. "In the kitchen." He heard you reply. He wondered if you got up to satisfy a midnight snack craving.

He was taken by surprise when he walked into the kitchen to find you in the process of decorating it with Autumn seasonal decorations? Then he checked the living room and it seemed as if it was already decorated and he heard the slight crackle of the fire. He then wondered why you didnt wake him up. Yeah, he's tired but he definitely could have helped you. And plus he could have made sure that you didnt get any cuts or bruises.

"You doing this, now?" Bruce asked, gratefully accept the homemade pumpkin spice latte with two shots of espresso. "You never had 3am motivation?" You laughed as he took a long gulp. "I think I may have lost track of time though."

Natasha Romanoff

She'll definitely use her flexibility to help you decorate the place. And then after the decorations are all set up, she'll just ask for a coffee date. If you like to create crafts for the autumn season, she will definitely try to talk you into selling them on Etsy or a similar website. If you do sell them, she will definitely come with you to make sure that no one will try and hurt you.

If you just want to use them as gifts, she'll help you make sure that the packaging is cute and creative. During one particular craft, it ended in a tickle fight, which in turn ended in the two of you being covered in art supplies ( paint, pencil shavings, etc). She also loves how fascinated you are with her hair. It gives the vibe of Autumn.

She also LOVES rainy Autumn days where the two of you just read a book or watch a movie while ordering some takeout. On rainy days, she loves hot meals since the rain can make the day so much cold than normal. Also, she loves cuddling with you as you guys just relax and take in the decorations or just the vibe of autumn.

Wanda Maximoff

She is insanely protective over you so yes, she will definitely use her powers to put up decorations, no matter how much you protest. She will either use her powers to put up the decorations or use them to hold you up so you can put them up yourself without worrying about sketchy and unstable ladders.

You do have to convince her to hold you up though because she is a bit scared that something will happen and you will end up falling and getting hurt. She would never forgive herself if you got hurt while she was using her powers to hold you up

Afterwards, lots of cuddles and most likely a coffee date. She also lets you play with her hair as it most definitely fits the autumn vibe that you were trying to decorate for. Y'all will definitely do picnics and what not but don't be surprised if she puts up an invisible force field to protect you two during the picnic. The foods and drinks include apple cider, pumpkin pie, and a nice hearty chili, especially if the weather is particularly cold.

Vision

Honestly, he is so loyal. Like, for real, you want to make everything in the house the color of fall? He'll go out with you to get decorations and paint. He definitely is a bit amused when you excitedly point out that his red skin and mind stone is the perfect combination for fall. He also wants you to be happy but he also wants you to be safe.

He's dead ass serious when he wants you to ask for his help if you need it. He can fly, for Pete's sake. And Vision has no problem holding you for as long as you may need or want. He's protective too. But somethings slip through the cracks so if you do end up getting hurt or bruised, he'll definitely make sure that you are okay. He'll bring you ice for your bruise, and he will absolutely give you a message.

He also will go with you on trips. There's a trail that you two frequent that has the most beautiful leaves. The end of the trail ends at a section of a park that has a lake. Vision loves to watch the sunset with you and he'll chuckle when you comment on the way the stone in his head has a sparkle when the golden sunset light is on it. When y'all get back home... movies, cuddles, and pizza are the perfect way to end the eventful day.

Sam Wilson

Okay, so Sam is confused. He left for a run with Steve and literally when he came back, there was Autumn decorations up. He wondered how you were able to put them up and also a bit worried because he didnt want you to be hurt or sore. He thought that he would find you in the bedroom with a ice pack on a bruise that was somewhere on your body but boy was he surprised.

He found you in the kitchen shoving a piece of pumpkin pie down your throat. Y'all made eye contact and you laughed, causing yourself to choke slightly. Sam handed you a glass of water to help wash down the thick slice of pie.

"When did you have the time to get pumpkin pie?" Sam asked in confusion as he cut himself a slice.

"After I put up the decorations." You replied, your voice sounded a bit thick.

"What? I was gone for that long... Damn."

Clint Barton

"Y/N, seriously?" He said looking around the place that was decorated. He chuckled. "Yeah, it's definitely better if you decorate." You laughed at his comment as your mind went back to a year ago.

"I decorated." Clint said as you came home from a run to the grocery store. You had to refrain from laughing. By decorating, he just put a fake pumpkin craft in the middle of the dining room table. That was it. "I think I'm let you decorate from here on out." Clint said before looking at the table and bursting into contagious laughter. One minute later and the both of you were in tears as you guys were laughing so damn hard.

He'll also help you harvest and maybe even sell the autumn vegetables that you started growing early in the summer season. He also helped set up your greenhouse. He likes how well you incorporate pumpkin into your recipes. He thinks it adds a unique and cool flavor that doesn't overpower the other flavors of the dish. And yes, he loves roasted pumpkin seeds.

Venom/Eddie

The amount of season chocolate that y'all three go through is insane. You have to buy multiple big bags of chocolate to satisfy their ( and partially your) cravings. Venom will probably tease you about decorating and he say something about "humans are weird." Now if you are decorating for Halloween, Venom will definitely take interest.

Venom makes you and Eddie get the more gruesome Halloween decorations and you have to ignore the look of people when their eyes widen at the decorations you set up. Whatever, at least your house is decorated for Halloween/Fall.

If you bake any goods, they will be gone insanely quick if they have chocolate in them. If you want to have some, you have to get it as soon as it is done. No, not when it cools off, as soon as it is done. You learned your lesson because last time you left it on the counter to cool, you came back 15 minutes later to find 75 percent of it gone.

#tony stark #tony stark x reader #steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #Thor #thor x reader #loki #loki x reader #dr strange #dr strange x reader #peter parker #peter parker x reader #bruce banner #bruce banner x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #vision #vision x reader #sam Wilson #sam Wilson x reader #Clint Barton #clint barton x reader #venom #eddie brock x reader #avengers x reader #headcanons

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Thanks for the tag @jbarneswilson & @siancore ❤️

Writing Pattern Game

Rules: Share the first line of your last ten published works or as many as you are able and see if there are any patterns!

Giving Him Something He Can Feel:

Sam had really lucked out when it came to birthdays.

Love is Here, Standing By:

Sam looked at the newly decorated secondhand table sitting in his apartment and nodded in satisfaction.

The Love You Save (May Be Your Own):

Steve eyed the row of shops they’d just parked in front of, then slid a very unimpressed look towards his not so slick friend.

It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas:

Thanksgiving hadn’t even happened before Sam and Bucky started noticing Christmas decorations everywhere.

Home for the Holidays:

Sam wasn’t above admitting that he’d been sulking in the same spot for the past hour.

*skipping WIP*

One Bad Pumpkin (Don’t Spoil the Whole Bunch):

“Hey, daddy,” Aisha said, as she came bounding into his home office.

Before the Night is Over (We’ll be in Love):

“Sitting in the dark in the middle of the night brooding by yourself — who do you think you are? Me?” Bucky said, as he wandered into the living room.

Wedding Bell Blues:

Bucky was shaking like a leaf.

Allow Me to Reintroduce Myself:

Sam didn’t want to touch some stranger’s clothes, for a variety of reasons, but this was getting ridiculous.

Wild Night:

“Hello, hello.”

#tag games #sambucky #my fics

[urvenicebtch]

Drop

-----pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: you take Bucky on his first rollercoaster since the 40s

A/N: hiya. this is really short but it’s getting hot out so i wanted to incorporate my favourite place of all time: theme/amusement parks! (esp. canadas wonderland💕)

Warnings: anxiety, a ride pass-out, that’s it i guess, just some rollercoaster bucky fluff!

All the way through the queue, Bucky was anxious.

You knew he hadn’t been on a ride, let alone at a themepark, in almost a century, so you wanted to take him to the best one you knew to try to reintroduce him. The busy walkways and loud kids didn’t seem to bother him as much as you’d thought it would, but the rides? Oh, boy.

At the front of the line for the first ride of the day, you and Bucky stand, him squeezing the feeling out of your hand as he holds it— looking nonchalant. The gates open and you step onto the platform scouting good seats.

“Front, middle, or back?” you ask. He just stares at you for a moment before stuttering his response.

“Uh, middle, I guess. Can’t go wrong with in-between, right?” he answers. You grab his hand and find two spots in the middle of the train and scooch in, tossing your bag to the other side of the platform. Some people around you stare, people all around the park were, but Bucky was getting used to it. Some of them knew who he was and some of them were just… intimidated.

Only when the employees come by to check the seatbelts do you realize Bucky’s expression. The employee on his side came by, then checked his seatbelt, and you looked over at him only to see his face completely drained. You take his hand in yours and give it a squeeze just as the ride starts to move. People chattering and going about their day below you echoes in the high air as the cart climbs the incline, making loud clicks as it goes up.

“Buck, just don’t look down and it won’t be so bad, alright? You’re fine, we’re in a controlled environment,” you whisper into his ear. Bucky being Bucky, the moment you mention looking down, he does exactly that. He peeks over the edge ever so slightly and immediately looks back to you with a face full of dread. You smile at him and squeeze his hand tight as you reach the tip of the incline, preparing for the drop.

“Hold on, Bucky!” you exclaim as the ride rounds the drop. Going down, you keep your eyes squeezed shut until you reach the bottom, laughing hysterically at Bucky’s howling the entire way down. Tears form in your eyes from laughing by the time you reach the second incline and drop again. You look over to see his knuckles turned no other shade than a ghostly white as he grips the handlebar so hard you think you hear the metal begin to creak.

On the last hill, you look over once more just as you reach the top to see him out like a light. You don’t know where or when but he is out. You laugh even harder, now completely unable to breathe as you look at his limp figure sliding around in his seat until you reach the end of the ride. He wakes as you enter the station again, watching as you fall to your knees the second you step out of the ride onto the platform. Somewhat disoriented, he looks around before stepping out of his seat and joining you on the other side of the platform. After a little while of watching you wheeze he begins to smile, extending his hand for you to take.

You take his hand and lead him down the exit as you continue to laugh a bit, explaining to him what exactly you found funny. He laughs with you when you start to explain the unconscious part and follows you down the path to an even bigger ride. He looks up at the drop of this one compared to the last and his face runs pale again.

“Can we do the other one again?”

#bucky barnes #marvel #bucky barnes x reader #female reader #fanfic #reader insert #wattpad #theme park #amusement park #tfatws!bucky

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Love On The Brain: Part 3

It was Ari who first noticed your restful state, and it was Ari who first made a note of the soft trilling that had come from an omega who was at peace, even if that peace was temporary. You were so physically and emotionally exhausted that it took you mere minutes to fall asleep and only a few more for you to push yourself against Jensen while Ari drove.

As Ari looked at the rearview mirror, his blue eyes scanned you two sitting in the back, while Jensen had his arm around your waist and held you to his side, perfectly positioning your head in the crook of his neck as if you were made for each other.

As if you were made for all of them.

“You can sense it,” Jensen finally spoke after moments of silence in between the two.

“Sense what?” Ari asked, tightening his fingers around the steering wheel.

"Her exhaustion. She has no energy left. She's fearful, she's anxious, but-"

“She's relieved,” Ari finished for him. "She's in a pack now and feels safe."

“They we’re on the run for three years, and before that-“ Jensen stopped speaking when he heard you whine, and as he glanced down at you, he noted your furrowed brow and your pursed lips.

You were sleeping against him, finally having a deep and restful sleep cycle, yet it seemed you were reacting to what they were talking about. It seemed you were listening to Jensen and Ari even though you weren’t conscious and could not control your facial expressions.

“Frank Adler is a social worker.” Ari looked through the rearview mirror, locking eyes with Jensen through the reflective surface. “She got caught with a fake ID after trying to buy illegal suppressants.”

“Shit.” Jensen cursed, regretting shifting in the way he had when you made a noise that sounded pained. It wasn’t quite a whimper of a whine, but maybe a verbal complaint that made the alpha you were sleeping on release his own quiet and nearly incomprehensible whine.

Was it possible to meet an omega and feel that instant connection? Was it possible for an alpha to meet an omega and instantly feel like they were meant to be mates?

Could the idea of ‘perfect mates’ be explained by the rarity of omegas in the world?

There were 328.5 million people in the united states, and of that population, only 2 million were omegas. It was a significant decline from when omegas, alphas and betas were far more even in the percentage of the population.

The decline came after the mistreatment of omegas and the domestic and sexual servitude, which had eventually led to fewer omegas being born over an alarming period. There were 326 million more alphas and betas than omegas, and the balance was entirely thrown off.

That rapid decline led to initiatives being put in place.

The government formed O.A.D., an organization created to deal with such a crisis. And thus, the decision was made to have omegas assigned to a pack of alphas, who would keep them safe and protected to hopefully boost the population of omegas by reintroducing a secure environment. The O.A.D. was meant to help omegas survive and thrive with a pack of alphas who would not only keep them safe but also prevent them from being trafficked, used as human incubators, and breeding vessels.

And yet, omegas were being trafficked regularly. Traffickers could disguise themselves as a pack, find themselves in the care of an omega they were supposed to keep safe and still end up forcing them into sexual servitude.

It was what Ari and Jensen were trying to prevent. They attempted to find and stop the trafficking rings and save any omegas from falling to that same fate. When Frank had called Andy, when you had the charges of assault laid against you, and Andy had spoken to Ari, Jake, Steve and Bucky about forming a pack, your name was recognized.

Ari and Jensen were aware of you. You had been on their watch list three years ago for a potential trafficking target, only you had disappeared and had gone on the run. They knew you had helped to go on the run, to shirk the alphas who had wanted you, but they weren’t aware of who it could have been, and they had more cases to work on.

They moved on, and you had slipped from their minds until they received a file from Andy. You had resurfaced with an alpha, and because of your charge, which had since been cleared, the OAD had good reason to send you back to the pack that wanted you three years ago.

To save you, to keep you from a fate that would be worse than death, they had formed a pack of their own with you at the core. If they hadn’t intervened, they knew that the fate you would meet would be one of many omegas that had succumbed to either the ‘breeding houses’ hidden in the states or somewhere in Europe, or you would sold/traded to a wealthy pack of alphas who would use you as their pleasure toy.

If the interaction had continued with the traffickers disguised as a formed alpha pack, it would be up to Jensen and Ari, their team, to intercept your transport before you were handed off to your final destination. And if they had failed and you were moved beyond the borders of the united states, then it would fall to Steve and Bucky to try and intercept your descent into the clutches of corrupted and debauched alphas who thought they were within their rights to use omegas as they pleased and discard them to the lesser crowds when they were ready to move on to a new omega.

There could have been only a few days or months between them, or there could have been years. An omega can remain in the grasps of the gluttonous alphas for years before being cast down the social ladder, broken and weak and stuck in a vicious cycle told "they were nothing but toys." and that their worth is limited.

Bucky and Steve had been part of a team that went undercover in order to infiltrate and stop these trafficking rings before they began, but not every omega they found could be saved and returned to any normality. Those omegas that had managed to survive were nothing more than shells of who they once were. Having resources to aid in stopping these crimes against omegas was the international committee's objective, but often it was too late.

Most of the omegas who were rescued and saved had lost themselves in their suffering.

“If we hadn’t intervened,” Ari knew what Jake was thinking; he could see the contemplation on his face as he studied you sleeping against him, “we both know what would’ve happened.”

“But does she?” Jensen questioned, lifting his head and then turning his attention to the scenery passing by through the windows in the backseats of the SUV. They were nearly there; it would only be a matter of ten minutes before they were at the estate, and you would officially be in the midst of every alpha that would be yours.

“She doesn’t need to.” Ari turned from the main road to a side road, driving on the gravel road until a bend in the road that would ultimately lead to the gated entrance.

When Ari stopped the SUV in front of the gate, he rolled down the driver’s side window and reached out, pressing the correct code sequence to grant them access to the grounds. After the code was punched in, the two thick steel gates hard started to open, allowing them to continue the ascent to the house at the end of the drive.

It was only a matter of moments before the large black SUV came to a stop in front of the 19th-century lake house, and as Ari had put the vehicle into park, he glanced over his right shoulder, watching Jensen slowly start to shake you although your descent from slumber was slow.

“Omega,” Jensen raised straighter his right index finger and lightly poked you in the cheek, trying to ease you into consciousness, whistling as he did so.

“Jensen,” Ari grunted, his eyes narrowing, “you don’t need to poke her like that. Or whistle.”

He trailed his fingertips down your arm and back again as he complained, "I don't want to wake her. She's so tired. And she's so cute when she's sleeping."

“Cute or not,” Ari turned the vehicle off and then shifted in the driver’s seat to reach behind him, his large and heavy hand resting on your knee, “she needs to get up.”

“Ari-“ Jensen protested, whining as if this disturbance was being inflicted on him.

“Hi sweetheart," Ari shook you gently, "we're here." "Wake up, honey."

There was an inhale of air and the gentle stirring of you against Jensen as you became spatially aware of where you were and who you were leaning against. As your hand wandered across his right pectoral, there was a sense of clarity that settled within you, that had soon given way to a state of shock.

Your eyes flew wide open then you found yourself studying the firm and broad chest of alpha while you felt the soft cotton of his black graphic shirt. There was an image of a red gun on the front with some incomprehensible writing below and above the handle. Your fingers had been running along with the detail on the front of his shirt, feeling the strength of his pectoral and the expanse of his chest while you were canoodling against him.

“Oh my god!” Sense and reason came back to you, and the moment after you realized what you’d done, you had shot away from him to the other side of the seat in a panic.

“Good morning, sunshine. Hope you slept well.”

Not only were you feeling up one of the alphas who had saved you, but you had been tucked into his side, sleeping on him. You were using his large body as your pillow while your hand was pressed against his pectoral and your mouth was inches from his neck.

“Oh god…I slept on you the whole time?!” You squeaked, your gaze flirting between Jake Jensen and Ari Levinson. “The entire time..?”

“We’re here, sweetheart.” Ari motioned with a nod of his head toward the house. “They’re all waiting for you.”

They may have all been waiting for you, but you couldn’t get the fact that you had spent the entirety of the trip from the airport to the estate, using alpha as your body pillow.

Had you remained that unaware? Or did you turn a blind eye to the way you were sleeping against him for the sake of having a profound slumber?

“I’m sorry.” You rushed through an apology. “I didn’t mean to use you as a…pillow.”

“It’s fine. I didn’t mind.” Jake blushed and rubbed the back of his neck, averting his eyes as if you were making him anxious. “I…you…smell nice. Your scent is lovely. Your scent-“

“Leave him, sweetheart,” Ari glanced between you and Jake, “he’ll be there all day trying to finish.”

“Right…” you reached for the silver handle built into the left side passenger door, pulling on the handle and pushing the door with your foot. “Well…thanks anyway.”

You slid off the seat and stepped out of the SUV, sweeping your eyes across the front of the house. It wasn’t just a 19th-century house; it was something so much more.

And it was far grander than you could’ve imagined. The front of the house was encased in stone rocks, with two large pillars that supported the Porte-cochere, and bathed the solid wood doors in the shade, giving a relief from the heat when it was summer.

The double French wooden doors that led to the inside of the house were stained white with brass handles, and both were closed, though not for long. You had just stepped onto the front porch when the door on the left swung wide open, and Frank came into view.

“Hi-“ you squeaked and had been cut off when Frank pulled you into his arms, your lungs feeling as if his tight embrace was compressing them.

“You’re okay.” He pulled away and studied every inch of you, his gaze heavily scrutinizing you as if there would be some invisible wounds hidden beneath your clothes.

“Why were you so worried?” You were distracted, but it was hard to stay focused when there were two alphas behind you watching you with equal levels of intensity and the other three inside, not far behind Frank.

“They could’ve held you longer.” Frank’s eyebrows were furrowed; the wrinkle between his brows was a telling sign of his distress from the moment he had to leave. And until you had gotten back, he seemed worried.

You reached out and touched the wrinkle between his brows and matched his expression. There was an influx of testosterone in the house and the thorough and heady mix of alpha scents that created this powerful invisible cloud that slammed right into you.

It was hard not to ignore the way their scents seemed to seek you out like some haunted fog as if their scents were living organisms that had no other purpose but to find an omega and consume them. All of their perfumes were being projected, almost as if they were battling each other to see which could become more potent than the last.

“I’m fine.” It felt like a lie, telling him you were fine while your stomach was tightening from the influx of alpha scents and your inevitable induction into a pack of six alphas. “I’m-“

“Your scent is different,” Frank grunted and leaned in, sliding his hands around your waist to your hips, his fingers digging into your jeans.

“Yeah…about that…” you could feel Jake’s gaze from behind you, the steadiness of his eyes simultaneously filling you with heat and a glimmer of discomfort. “I slept the whole way-“

“You can use me as your pillow whenever you want. I didn’t mind.” Jake pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, that same blush on his cheeks.

You smiled small when he passed, although your smile fell when you felt Frank’s hands tighten on your hips and the sudden burst of jealousy that made him growl under his breath. He was acting on possession, and the three years he spent alone with you had given him some manner of entitlement. As if the three years you’d spent together meant he had a leg up on all the other alphas.

“Frank-“

“We talked about this, Adler.” The door was opened wider, and the appearance of another alpha had caught your attention.

Your eyes were immediately drawn to the alpha, which was massive in size with shoulders a little wider than Ari’s and a chest that was just as broad. His biceps were well defined and had been strained against the plain grey shirt he wore, the exact definition carrying through the rest of his abdomen and even further into the pair of dark black jeans he wore.

His messy blonde hair was styled and slicked back, in a coif, his blue-green eyes moving from the alpha who had a firm hold on your hips and had been attempting to show his possession to you. His blue-green eyes lingered on you, studying you with a half-smirk tugging at his lips.

He was massive, and he made you feel even smaller than Ari had. You knew who he was the moment he stepped through the door, the moment your eyes landed on the powerful and intimidating alpha who was part of an international effort to save omegas from trafficking.

And his scent matched his power as an alpha. Now that he was here, standing so close to you, his scent had radiated and at the root of it was the smell of aged parchment and books, some earthy spice and firewood. The combination was as comforting and homey as Frank’s scent of saltwater and gin, citrus and teakwood, the two of them stirring some deep warmth in your belly. His approach had you pulling away from Frank and leaning toward Steve, despite half of you being intimidated by the large alphas size and sheer strength.

“Steve,” you swallowed the thick pill in your throat, “right?”

“You talked,” Frank growled again, his hands tightening around you, speaking of the topic previous, “I didn’t listen.”

“Steve Rogers, little flower.” He reached out with his hand and drew the back of his finger down the side of your cheek, the warmth from his affection trailing after his finger. “We’ve been waiting for you.”

Jake and Ari had gone in already, passing by you without you noticing. The other alphas were close but not immediately set after the door like you had initially thought. They had dispersed within the house, giving you some brief moment of peace from the whole of them, leaving you with Frank and Steve.

“I didn’t mean to.” You mumbled in a daze, still within Frank’s embrace and being figuratively compressed by their combining scents. “I wish I hadn’t been stopped at all.”

“They were pre-cautious,” Steve added, with the intent to offer you comfort, after which he had held out his hand for you to take. “I can show you around, omega.”

“Or I can,” Frank interjected, stepping closer to you, attempting to cut Steve off. “We should probably talk anyway.”

He was envious. He was struck with jealousy, and you knew he couldn’t be blamed. For three years, it was you and Frank. For three years, he was the only alpha you had to depend on, and now there were five others. Five other alphas could and would provide everything you needed. It wasn’t just Frank; it wouldn’t be Frank and you alone anymore, and after three years, envy and jealousy were to be expected.

And you would be caught between them.

“You can’t keep her to yourself, Adler.” The warning came from further within the house, a moment before you slipped out of his grasp and allowed Steve to take your hand in his.

As you followed him through the door, you looked over your shoulder to gaze at Frank. He was following behind you with an expression of aggravation, the irritancy that seemed to radiate from him positively.

You almost wanted to make a comment or throw a little joke about how jealous he was appearing, but you stopped when the influx of heat currently bubbling in you had grown exponentially. It was getting harder to ignore; it was impossible to let it slip by without feeling some manner of concern at just how much heat you were feeling radiate throughout your body.

“Y/N-“ their scents were getting stronger, so much so that it felt like you could see the tendrils of their scent creeping along the floor like mist.

They were all here, all six of the alphas. Steve was by your side, his hand practically swallowing yours, and Frank was behind you.

Jake and Ari must’ve been upstairs, and Andy…you could pick up his scent from the kitchen. That left…

“Bucky,” Steve spoke; he called for the only alpha you had yet to meet.

His scent was thick, like the others, yet it had been the most focused around rich and distinguishable markers like aged leather and smoke from burning wood, sage or clover. Bucky had reminded you of crisp and frigid air that came with the change of seasons between fall and winter. It was cold, yet it just as quickly promised comfort as winter has been naturally.

When he had physically appeared in the front entrance, you were once again reminded that compared to these alphas, you were tiny, if tiny could have even honestly described the size difference between you and all of them.

Bucky, like Steve and Ari, was massive. His chest was firm and broad, accentuated and not at all hidden by the plain black shirt he wore that had wrapped around his toned body. He was a mountain of a man, towering over Frank, Andy and Jake, comparable to Ari and Steve.

His thick, dark hair was pulled away from his face and secured in a hair elastic at the nape of his neck, and his cerulean irises had first widened and then narrowed. His lips were pursed, and the rugged features of his jaw added to his entire appearance of an alpha who was as deadly as he was beautiful.

And was he beautiful. Like every other alpha in this house, he was breathtaking, and his scent was entirely too endearing.

“This is Y/N.” Steve slipped his hand down the small of your back, and heat followed.

It was the first initial jab of heat that had your knees ready to give out. It was the rush of liquid fire through your veins that came at the start of every one of your heats as you were dragged down into the depth of a heat-driven lust. That heat was settling in your belly, and the slick that started to pool between your thighs was drawing the attention of every alpha in the house.

“God,” you groaned and doubled over in searing pain, the driving fire that was going to make you feverish within minutes, “not now!”

“Y/N,” Frank was by your side, the inside of his wrist against your forehead as he felt your temperature, “you’re in heat-“

“No shit!” You groaned and pushed his hand away from you, both bothered and settled by his scent. By all their scents. “It’s you. It’s all of you.”

“Oh God,” they were all here, but it was Jake’s moan at the thickening of your scent and slick that had pushed you further toward the precipice, “you smell so good.”

You reached out and grabbed the first body near you after they’d all come closer. There was a hand at your back steadying you and the firm chest against your right shoulder. They were steadying you while you were feeling every potent symptom of a rapid heat, a cycle that had been started earlier than it should’ve. It was your body’s reaction to the presence of so many alphas and so many scents. Every alpha in the house was powerful and robust; every alpha here was yours. Inherently, your body knew that, and your heat was the driving force that would finally see you become mated, at least with some of them.

“Everything is on fire.” You whimpered, turning your head to press your forehead against a thick arm. “Everything hurts.”

“You’re going to be okay.” They were all here, but it was only one steadying you. “You’re going to be okay. We’re going to take you upstairs.”

It was inevitable. Your heat had arrived, and you were unable to prevent it. Even if you had injected double the dose of suppressants into your veins, it was too late.

#alpha!Frank Adler x reader #alpha!Andy barber x reader #alpha!Ari levinson x reader #alpha!Bucky Barnes x reader #alpha!Steve Rogers x reader #alpha!Jake Jensen x reader #jake jensen x reader #bucky barnes x reader #frank adler x reader #steve rogers x reader #andy barber x reader #ari levinson x reader #love on the brain series #love on the brain #love on the brain masterlist #love on the brain part 3 #a/b/o au #a/b/o polyamory #a/b/o

[fandomfluffandfuck]

sub!steve and sub!bucky but with a femdom in between them..

Hell. Yeah.

I love this and I have actually been reading a lot of fics with Steve/Bucky/Natasha recently so this is very pertinent to my current fandom consumption lol

There's just something so good about two subs and one dom and you add stucky to that dynamic and I-

*chef's kiss*

I'm fucking DONE FOR. My queer ass is over.

Specifically though, something that I'm ALWAYS down for is Steve and Nat or Bucky and Nat who already have a dynamic, then bringing the other into the fold because they want them so bad. Both of them together want the third. There's something about it that scratches both peak romance and lust for me, saying that we have each other and that is wonderful but we're also open to discovering more. We're open to more love and more lust and you, this additional person, bring that to us. If you will have us. And if you will... all of us together will be us also, just a new version of us.

However, what I can't decide here is if I'm more into the idea of Romanogers (Nat and Steve) or Winter Widow (Bucky and Nat) first becoming an item™️ before they all get together... like:

Romanogers has Good Potential in origin...

Especially when you think about sub!Steve, because Natasha could be Steve's first dom since Bucky (if we pre-establish them before the fall and ice) and his first dom in the new century.

Natasha makes Steve feel safe.

She sees his soft side and his needs (needing to go down after such a long, stressful time out of subspace that it is splintering him apart, harming him) before he can even recognize those needs himself. Either before he can recognize them because he's so stressed and anxious he can't think OR recognizing his needs before he can because he doesn't know. Maybe all Steve knows is that Bucky and him played rough, non-traditionally, and Bucky told him what to do back in the day. They didn't call it dom/sub back then. Now they do.

Now Natasha helps him figure it out.

Domination and submission. A dominate partner, a submissive partner.

Now Steve helps Natasha at the same time that she helps him because she doesn't have to put energy into reading Steve, Steve is open, everything Steve does is done because he wants to follow Natasha's orders, he wants to please her. He has no alternative motives and its soothing. Steve is simple. Steve is simply controlled by her, unlike every other part of her life where she was controlled or follows orders as a gun for hire. Steve is controlled, held safe in the orders she gives rather than being the leader (despite being the youngest Avenger at the time he is thawed and reintroduced to the world).

They help each other.

When not Avenging, they're wrapped up in each other, knowing each other so intimately.

And when Bucky comes back...

Steve cannot help the pull he has toward him. Natasha feels the pull too and at first she cannot differentiate if (a) she is so connected to Steve, intertwined, and Steve's pull toward Bucky is so strong that she feels it too, if (b) she is pulled to Bucky because of their danced history in the shadows of the redroom together, or if (c) she is simply attracted to him. After all, he does have a very attractive face in general...

Either way, she gives Steve the go-ahead. Chase him. Talk to him. Whatever comes of it will come of it.

All the while, Natasha thinks. Staying distant from their once more growing connection but not too far. She processes her feelings and comes to the conclusion of yes. All of those reasons she feels pulled to Bucky are true, but mostly, she does want him. Independently, she herself- she wants him.

That then established, they begin a relationship. All of them together.

And later, based on Steve's hushed previous words that were always tinted with pink cheeks and fidgeting hand... Natasha expects that Bucky's previous dominant nature and his capture under HYDRA's boot heel will make him like her, when they eventually get to being intimate (if he ever wants to go there at all, he doesn't have to)... but it doesn't.

He doesn't want to dominate her. Or Steve. He actually wants...

He wants to be made to not think.

He, at first, is exhausted by having to care for himself when he barely feels worth the effort, but then, later, he relishes in the power of giving over control again but this time at his own choice. His reestablished free will. Submission is a gift. Submissives may be giving themselves over and they may be the ones who's body is used but they have the power. They can say one word and their dominant will stop. Bucky likes the freedom yet remaining control of being submissive.

Steve likes the freedom too. He likes being made to pleasure Bucky on Natasha's orders; nothing but a toy or a pet for his dominant to use on her submissive... sucking and licking and warming Bucky's cock until he's dizzy with oxygen deprivation, red in the face and sweating where he's kneeling between Bucky's spread thighs, his lips swollen, drooling, and yet still ready to stay put because Natasha told him to. Natasha told him he needs to get five out of Bucky, then he can have his. Not that it matters if their pet is good enough to wring five orgasms out of her submissive because, well, pets don't need much, do they? Anything gets them up and ready, humping anything they can get between their legs even though their pleasure doesn't matter too much. Needy and cute.

Winter Widow has Good Potential in origin too though...

Like, maybe Steve and Natasha don't interact that that closely other than their work as Avengers because basically as soon as Steve is in the modern world he is fighting, fighting, and f- finding Bucky.

Finding Bucky with Sam.

Then, on the run with Sam.

So, Steve isn't around Natasha a ton, not until Bucky after comes back and they're no longer criminals for not killing Bucky on sight. And with Bucky back, Natasha is there. Natasha and Bucky bond because words are hard for Bucky at first and more often then not, when they do come out, they're in Russian. Natalia understands Russian. Natalia also understands when the bad memories come back first. Not the good ones, those are harder to find. The bad memories are hazy, dark, frightening, no, bone-chillingly terrifying of the abuse, torture, and some memories of the redroom that she can help Bucky to untangle. Other than knowing that he knows Steve, Bucky does not remember much of his life with Steve at first. He uncovers the redroom memories before those ones. The memories of Natalia. The only person who has been through that that he can see and touch and is real.

But also he just-

He finds it easy to be with her. Steve can be very painful to be around constant because he's so earnest, always a bleeding heart. Natasha knows it can be overwhelming and can give him that cooling balm when he needs it, caring but... instead of fixing him with a stare that would make anyone well with tears, its so empathetic, she pats him and shrugs, mumbling about how shit life can be. Intentionally slightly calloused and slightly cold. Because she knows it helps. Its what she would've needed. It's not that she doesn't care for him. She just...

She shows it in a different way.

And after a while they fall into a routine. A routine that builds and builds... Bucky comes to her when he needs her, she pets him or she cases the demons away by controlling him and never abusing it, never taking advantage of his willingness to submit to her, in exhaustion and also in primal need, only ever building upon the submission and pushing him to places he thought he'd forever left. Good places. Natasha comes to him when she needs it, when she needs something that will not dissolve under a façade or double-cross. Something that is real. Something that is warm, even blazingly hot, rather than cold. Someone. When she needs someone. It works. The more they do it, smoothing out the wrinkles, the better it gets.

It builds and builds and-

Then it breaks.

It breaks when Bucky cannot push down or forget his feelings for Steve and he doesn't know what it will do to them. He openly communicates his feelings toward Natasha. And Natasha recognizes those feelings too, like she recognizes the unreal seeming but terrifyingly true and real places of Bucky's nightmares. She knows Steve is very attractive. She couldn't believe her eyes the first few times she stood in front of him. The first time she saw him topless, just in his underwear, or his skin-tight undersuit for medical checkups or because of injuries... she had to drag her eyes back to his face in a way that she couldn't remember having to truly do in a very, very long time. Not acting. Feeling.

A fiery feeling.

But, she didn't let it burn through her, she threw her interest in Steve into getting him into someone else, believing at the time that relationships don't last. Relationships are messy and getting into one with someone on her team would be a mistake. Every time. Except...

Bucky is different.

She is learning that it is different... relationships in general.

It is untrue that all relationships become failures or exploits.

And if her relationship with Bucky is different-? Different in a positive way. Being with Steve would be different too... right?

So, as Bucky re-discovers, she too unburies her own feelings toward Steve in parallel. Is this what she wants too? Yes. Okay. Then... they'll do it. Together.

Together, they invite Steve into their relationship.

Natasha is not sure what Steve will be like in the bedroom, once the threshold of establishing and getting comfortable with each other in general is crossed. She has watched that handsome jaw clench as those blue, blue eyes drag covertly over charming brunettes with pale, sparkly eyes, men and women, when he thinks no one else is watching him. Yet she has also watched those cheeks turn pink the second a woman at a bar hits on him (and it is a regular thing. Again. He's very attractive. Everyone- anyone can see.) She has watched Steve come down shaky with an adrenaline crash from missions, not understanding what was happening to him to the point of terrified clinging to the nearest stable object with frantic breaths heaving in and out of that huge chest. She has watched Steve come off of a mission still heated and angry, stomping down to the gym with injuries that should be treated but no one can make him go go medical for. He will resurface in a days time with battered knuckles and bleeding lips and fire still in his eyes, even as his body finally, finally gives out on him, allowing someone to creep in close enough to tend to his wounds. He is an exercise in juxtaposition. The ulmitate physical form and designed to be that way by the serum yet... not a perfect soldier.

So, if anything, she expects he might be a switch. Maybe even a dom, the serum might make him always hunger for control, optimizing him, the ideal soldier, or it might've preyed on that small, sickness riddled man that didn't have something to prove, not exactly, just knew what needed proving. Making him prove what he can do, how much pleasure he can inflict on a partner. Thus, dominant.

Maybe?

Possibly.

She doesn't know...

But, ultimately, she is not expecting to watch him crumble the second Bucky lays a hand on the back of his neck as they kiss for the first time (this century) after dinner. She is not expecting them both, eyes dark and wide, to turn to her with eagerness written all over their faces and body language, listening fully, when she purrs low in her throat instinctively.

Interesting.

Between the two of them, Bucky and Steve, Steve is much more affected by her sound. By Bucky's hold. By the situation at large as it unfolds.

God, just the way he moves the second she crooks her finger, on edge, almost twitchy, yet... moving through honey. Soft and malleable. Hazy. Sweet. It is beautiful.

Natasha already knows what Bucky likes, before and after she learns that Steve is submissive. So, their first time, all of them together, she has Bucky do what he likes... ordering him to crawl between her legs, as she sits reclined against the headboard, and eat her.

Ordering him to lick and savor and please her with that charming, handsome mouth.

He's very good at it.

She bites her lip and lets her eyes roll back into her head for a moment. The feeling is exquisite. Then...

She thinks of something for Steve to do. Her second submisive. All hers for the taking, looking enraptured by the show before him. Naked and hard, whining subconsciously in the back of his throat.

She has him lay against her side and use his mouth too. His mouth soft and sweet on her breasts. Not too hard, not too soft, just because she told him so.

Either way, both her subs are eager to please. Eager to worship their girl.

Bucky is wicked and lush. Charming, sharp even as he submits so beautifully. Steve is soft and sweet. Malleable and honey-like as he submits gorgeously. The same and yet different. Better together. Better for Natasha when they're together.

So, uh, yeah. Pick your poison I guess haha

#asks #fandomfluffandfuck #bucky barnes #steve rogers #natasha romanov #natasha romanoff #stevebuckynat #steve/bucky/natasha #romanogers #winter widow #stucky #fic #sub steve #big sub steve #sub bucky #dom natasha

[findafight]

hey i sent that ask a while ago about being unhappy with steves (rogers) ending in endgame, and also related to the stranger things winter soldier au idea. and idk i just had a thought that like there could be steve & bucky and steve & buckley jokes in canon, bc the Captain America comic was published in the 40s, and with the party being "nerds" it would be possible that one of them had read it. idk just a silly thought lol.

everybody talks about batman and robin...missing another iconic superhero duo!! Cap also came back from being frozen in the 60s (I wonder what international events could have spurred on the reanimation of an American nationalist symbol!) and had two made for tv movies in the 70's. So he would have been slightly in the nerd public conscience, except idk if bucky existed in those. Alas, I'm pretty sure Bucky wasn't as popular as (any of batman's) Robin(s), and was only set up as a friend instead of teen sidekick for cap later. I'm pretty sure they were never as big as THEE batman though, so that would be the more obvious joke. (though Steve and Buckley is PRIME and I think someone would maybe try it out to tease?)

ALSO he was one of the three comic book characters up until 2005 or 6? (when he was reintroduced as the Winter Soldier) that very firmly had stayed dead (Uncle Ben and Jason Todd being the other too. obviously Bucky and JT have come back [I think Todd also came back the same year? big year for resurrecting dead comic boys!]), so Uncle Ben is truly the only person in comics that's going to stay dead forever.

Fun Nebs Lore: for some reason when I was but a child in the early 2000s I was under the impression that, instead of just. falling out of a plane and dying (from falling out), I thought Bucky had fallen off a plane wing (where he was fighting someone while the plane was in air?) and been hacked to bits by the wing propeller. (I was probably Primed to believe this because the original Iron Man origin traumatized 5 year old me) When my brother told me later that apparently they were bringing him back I was absolutely confounded because I thought he was. Very Dead. More dead than most dead comic characters. Relentlessly teased for thinking this (and that they'd write a teenager being, once again, violently chopped into tiny pieces to death via propeller in the 40s/50s comics) Though when he fell off the train in TFA my brother and I made Significant Eye Contact and he said "well. there for sure wasn't any propellers there." OKAY I GET IT what a bitch.

#findaanswers #anonasaurus #bucky barnes #comics

[hunkahulkaaburningfudge]

Thoughts on Daredevil (1964) as a Black Widow fan pt 1

Daredevil (1964) #84

Daredevil (1964) #85

Daredevil (1964) #86

Are you joking? Matt confesses his feelings for Natasha in #84 and then literally one issue later in #85, he kisses Karen IN FRONT OF NAT, and then they get engaged in #86. I'm so glad Natasha eventually dumped his ass, he doesn't deserve her. With a toxic ex-boyfriend like Matt, no wonder Natasha is always closed off in addition to her insane amount of trauma.

(Too bad it'll take 40ish years for Bucky to be reintroduced as the Winter Soldier)

Daredevil (1964) #86

NOOO NAT RUN AWAY

Matt and Karen's engagement lasted a grand total of one issue. Karen's right, though. Matt's a damn fool.

(I promise I love him, but not as Natasha's boyfriend 😭)

Daredevil (1964) #87

🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄

This is why none of Matt's relationships ever work out. Imagine being dumb enough to think that Black Widow can't handle herself and attempting to say that she's "out of her league" when the villain they're about to fight is Electro, of all people.

Daredevil (1964) #89

"Little lady" "Kid"

Maybe stop trying to infantilize your girlfriend, Matt? Bucky Barnes would never.

pt 2 pt 3 pt 4

#natasha romanoff #black widow #matt murdock #daredevil #marvel comics #daredevil comics #daredevil 1964 #616 natasha romanoff #616 matt murdock #darewidow #stan lee #gerry conway

[otp-holic]

hi !! ive been a fan for up to 1 to 2 years and up until now ive only been reading fics in their world yk, so i really want to try an au fic and i just wanted to ask if you have any suggestions ?

Hello there anon! I'm sorry it got me this long to answer this, but my presence in Tumblr this Summer is spotty at best.

I love AUs, A LOT, and I'm copy/pasting a post from a year ago because I don't have MUCH time:

Civilians, CDI by relenafanel: I just saw fanart for this and it’s also in my Calibre with comments. Part of The Steve Rogers’ Problem series. It’s a modern!Bucky/actor!Steve where they go from fuck-buddies to… STEVE AND BUCKY. I love all of the works on this. She’s one of my fav authors back to the Teen Wolf fandom.

My unedited notes on this: Fucking Amazing. Bucky FBI agent, Steve actor. Bucky is clueless about who Steve is at the beginning and it’s precious. Going from fuck-buddies to EVERYTHING. I love everything about this..

The Steve Rogers Problem series by relenafanel: In fact, read all these if you like AUs with great characterization, soft and fandom!Bucky.

My unedited notes on the first one of the saga: Classic AU of the great kind. Bucky is a fan of a Tv show called “The Howling commandos” starring… Steve, yeah He writes fanfic, draws… Pining, sexiness, childhood things. Perfection.

Easy Work For Easy Pay by AustinB: Another AU (i guess fluff does not come easily to canon, uh?). This one has Bucky, the agent, being assigned to reintroduce Steve, the unfrozen, into the XXI century. and they fall in love.

My unedited notes on this: Awesomecakes. The UST is to die for. TO DIE FOR. It gets a bit angstier later on, but still sot and fluffy.

Besides that, and @musette22 and @dreamsinthewitchouse both come to mind because they have amazing AUs that I LOVE (great writing there, and for all tastes, I'm partial to The FBI’s Most (Un)Wanted  by Kay and From Brooklyn, With Love  by Minnie), and I adore you're not my homeland anymore  and (the more recent) They Say You Shouldn’t Meet Your Heroes @between-a-ship-and-a-hard-place

And please read this Roman AU by @rillils

If you happen to read in Spanish, too, Diferente by @thewinterwelded is <3

I'm sorry I don't have lots of time to think, since I've read many many AUs.... but I hope this gets you started on this genre! <3

#stucky #fic rec #my fic recs #lovely anon 💛

[endless-summer-soldier]

you see me - chapter four

pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

summary: Bucky has grown used to a life of solitude after a mysterious accident leaves him forgettable. every person he comes in contact has no memory of him the moment he walks away. until he meets a cute girl at a record store who actual remembers him.

warnings: alcohol, sex (minors do not read), slight mentions of depression

taglist: @sebsgirl71479

word count: 2.5k

series playlist

series masterlist

X

“You ready to go?” she asked, slipping on her heels. 

“Born ready,” he commented. He gave her a smile and peck on the cheek as he grabbed her keys and purse off the table and handed them to her. Y/N had easily convinced Bucky to come with her to a friend’s wedding. 

“You look absolutely stunning,” he added. They had gotten so comfortable lounging around in sweatpants and T-shirts, it was a treat to see her all dressed up.

“And you look very handsome,” she said, straightening his tie and pulling on his lapels. Bucky gave her a smile and she pulled him toward the front door. While Y/N was excited to catch up with friends, drink excessively, and show off her new boy, Bucky had knots in his stomach. He had a feeling his cover would be blown tonight. But he was determined not to let it ruin his night. If this was his last night with Y/N, he wanted it to be memorable.

They spent the night together, laughing and dancing and completely loved up and Bucky’s heart was aching. He knew this would all be coming to an end, and he wasn’t sure how he was going to recover.

As they danced in a crowd of her friends, the bride, Kristin if he remembered correctly, came by and gave Y/N a tight squeeze. She talked with Y/N for a few moments and then she said, “And who is this handsome man?” referring to Bucky.

“You remember Bucky,” Y/N said. They had been formally introduced a few weeks ago at the dinner party.

“Have I met Bucky?” she asked Y/N.

“Yes! At Ellie’s a few weeks ago, remember?” the bride paused as she racked her brain, trying to remember. “Wow, did you really drink so much that you don’t remember my new boyfriend?” Y/N added.

Kristin let out a smile as a soft blush crept up her cheeks, “I’m so sorry. But I’m so glad you could join us tonight,” she said to Bucky.

“Glad I could be here. You two make a lovely couple.”

She thanked Bucky and then gave him a hug as she continued on with her rounds. Y/N pulled Bucky close, “Sorry about her. She’s not great with faces.”

“It’s quite alright,” he said, planting a kiss on her temple. What she didn’t know was that Bucky already reintroduced himself to the rest of her friends while she ran to the bar to get them drinks. 

“Let’s go outside,” she said, pulling his hand towards the terrace. He followed behind her the few steps it took to reach the terrace.

It was a beautiful Chicago night and the moment they were outside her hands were around his neck. She pulled him in close and planted sweet kisses onto his lips.

“Sorry, I just wanted some alone time with you.”

“What are you apologizing for?” he replied, kissing her again. She pulled away and placed a hand on his cheek. She stared into his deep blue eyes and a small smile spread on her lips. Looking into her beautiful eyes, he was breathless. 

“Bucky, I love you.” He was frozen. He couldn’t tell if he was imagining things or if she actually said those words. They were the words he’d been waiting to hear his whole life. The last time he heard that was when he was deployed. His mother and sister had hugged him tight and expressed their love. But their words didn’t create butterflies in his stomach like this. This was the first time he had ever experienced romantic love. And part of him was in denial.

“I think you’ve just had a lot of champagne,” he commented, with a smile.

She shook her head, “This is the clearest I’ve felt in a long time. I know we’ve only been seeing each other for a few months, but I’ve been wanting to tell you that for a while.”

“Y/N…”

“You don’t have to say it back, I just wanted you to know.”

“I love you too,” the words fell easily off his lips. She glanced at him with a look of adoration before she crashed her lips onto his.

X

Bucky was up early that morning. He knew Y/N would sleep in since they had been drinking the night before, but he couldn’t sleep. He walked around the apartment and quietly started gathering his things, knowing she was going to need some space. He sat on the couch, sipping his coffee and reading a book as he waited for her to arise. 

It wasn’t long before she emerged from the bedroom and curled up next to him on the couch with her own mug of coffee.

“Hi,” she whispered.

“Morning love. You sleep okay?”

“I was out like a light. What about you?”

“I got a few hours in.”

“Nightmares again?”

He shook his head, “Just thinking.”

“Thinking about what,” she said, looking up at him. He sighed and put the book down, turning to face her.

“I need to tell you something.”

Her brow furrowed, “Okay…”

“What I’m about to say is going to sound insane, but it’s true.” She nodded and he continued, “I have this…curse, I guess you could call it, where people don’t remember me. You are the only person I’ve ever met who remembers.”

“Bucky…that’s crazy.”

“Think about it. Your friend didn’t remember me last night. I only carry cash. I don’t have a phone.”

She turned away from him, mulling it over.

“How did it happen?”

“I’m not completely sure what happened, but I was in Wakanda trying to unlearn my trigger words but it wasn’t working. One night I walked out into the desert and threw my dog tags into the river. I went back, fell asleep, had some crazy dream. The next morning, the dog tags were back around my neck and no one knew who I was.”

“So a magic river…” she looked puzzled.

“I know it sounds crazy.”

“And no one ever remembers you…”

He nodded.

“I just…I need some time to process this.” She said, standing up and pacing around the room.

“I understand,” he grabbed his pile of things and snuck out the front door. He gave her one last look before he left, but he couldn’t say goodbye. It was too painful.

A silent tear fell down his cheek as he descended the stairs and he quickly wiped it away. This was the end. He could never give her the life she deserved.

X

It had been weeks since he told her his secret and he didn’t have the courage to face her. He kept an eye on her from afar. At first, she didn’t leave the apartment. She missed shifts at the record store, she didn’t venture into her usual bars, she didn’t see her friends. He could only assume she fell into a slight depression.

Then one day, she left the apartment. She went to the local coffee shop for a brew and a breakfast sandwich and he thought she might finally be healing. She started going back to work and every day she would visit a new bar or tourist attraction, likely looking for a distraction.

Bucky knew he would never move on from her. He quite literally couldn’t when every other person in the city forgot him. The only thing that seemed to soothe him was knowing that she was okay. He stayed in the shadows, watching just to make sure she was safe. He couldn’t sit at home and imagine all the worst case scenarios.

Even though she appeared to be healing, he could tell she wasn’t the same. Her eyes were always puffy when she left the apartment and he hadn’t seen her smile in weeks. She needed closure, and he had disappeared before he could give her that.

So he did what he could to ease her pain. He wrote her a letter that explained everything and would hopefully be what she needed to move on. He visited the record shop before her evening shift and browsed through the albums, looking for one in particular: Speaking in Tongues, Talking Heads. He carefully slid the notebook paper into the sleeve with the vinyl and he took it for the front desk.

“Hey man, is it possible for you to hold this one up here for me? I forgot my wallet.” Bucky asked the guy working the frost desk.

“Sure, no problem. What’s your name?”

“It’s James Barnes.”

“You got it. We’ll see you in a bit.” Bucky thanked the man and gave him a soft smile, knowing he wouldn’t be back.

And then he waited. He got a coffee from down the street and counted the hours until she would come in for her shift. His watch beeped at 4:57 PM and he drew his attention away from the book in his hand to study the door. He saw her turn the corner and walk to the shop with her sunglasses on and a coffee in hand. A small smile spread across his face as it always did when he saw her. She walked through the door and greeted her co-worker as he clocked out. They talked for a few moments before he left. She got comfortable behind the register and then she froze. She saw the Talking Heads record with his name listed on the post-it. She picked it up for a moment, verifying it wasn’t a segment of her imagination, and then she swiped away a small tear from her cheek. She placed the album back down and tried to ignore it, but she kept looking back at it.

When the first customer of the night walked in, she perked up when she heard the bell and then let out a breath. She continued to watch the door anytime someone new would walk in, she looked disappointed. Bucky realized that she thought he might come in to see her. As the hours rolled by, Bucky genuinely considered walking into the shop. But he knew it would only make things harder. He wouldn’t have the right words to say and he knew if he was in her presence again, he wouldn’t be able to leave.

As the final hour of her shift began, she realized he wouldn’t be coming. She sat in the store, trying to read her book, but she kept glancing at the album by the register. Around 9:45, she made the executive decision to close early since there hadn’t been a single customer in the shop for the better part of an hour. She flipped the sign that displayed in the front door to “Closed” and returned to the register. She held the album in her hands once more and then held it close to her chest. Bucky was waiting for her to open it up and find the note, but she never did. Instead, she pulled out her wallet and placed a handful of crisp bills in the register and printed out a receipt that she tucked in her pocket. She placed the album in a bag, turned off all the lights, and locked up the store to return home.

Bucky watched her walk home from a distance, making sure she returned to her apartment unharmed. Once she was inside and he saw the light go on, he turned and let her be. He vowed only to watch her when she left the apartment. He wouldn’t violate her privacy by peering in on her when she was home. He walked away in search of a place to sleep, hoping she would find the letter soon.

X

Y/N couldn’t fight the butterflies in her stomach knowing that he had been in the record store earlier that day. All she wanted to do was listen to the record. She walked home at a rapid pace, eager for the comfort of her apartment and the sounds of the Talking Heads.

She immediately pulled the record out of the sleeve and placed it on the turntable. The first track of the album, Burning Down the House, started playing and a small smile spread across Y/N’s face. She couldn’t stop imagining Bucky listening to this track and bobbing his head along to the music. She laid down on the couch, wrapped a blanket around herself, and looked up at the ceiling as she listened. A smile was present on her face, but a silent tear fell down her cheek. He was all she could think about and she missed him so much.

She didn’t move as she listened to the whole album, each song triggering a different emotion, but the one consistent thing was the memory of Bucky. When the album ended and there was nothing but the faint sound of the turntable spinning, she stood up and removed the vinyl. As she placed it into the sleeve, she noticed a folded piece of notebook paper inside. She figured it was left by mistake by the last owner of the record, but her curiosity got the best of her and she pulled it out anyway. 

Her heart skipped a beat when she unfolded the paper to the familiar chicken scratch that she recognized as Bucky’s handwriting. She inhaled a deep breath before reading the document.

My Dear Y/N,

I knew you’d find this note. I’ve been struggling quite a bit without you and I thought maybe if I explained some more things it would help and hopefully give you some closure. The first thing that I want you to know is that I genuinely love you with all my heart. You are still on my mind every second of every day and I have never met someone as special as you.

Y/N brushed aside a single tear as she continued reading.

I’m a coward for not coming back and talking about this with you. But leaving you the first time was too painful and I can’t go through that again. The truth is, I can’t give you the life you deserve. When you picture your future together, do you imagine introducing your boyfriend to your friends and family every time you see them? Do you imagine being with someone who has to steal for a living? Or someone who is plagued by nightmares of their past? You deserve someone who can provide for you and who can give you everything you want. And I can’t do that. As much as it broke my heart to leave, your happiness is the most important thing to me. So I had to leave to give you a chance at a happy life, not one plagued with my complications. 

By now, the tears were flowing silently down her cheeks. It hurt her to know he held such a low opinion of himself and that he thought she deserved better when he was all she wanted. He would be all she ever wanted.

So this letter is the last you will hear from me. I want you to move on and find a man who will take care of you and make you happy. Don’t worry about me, I’ll find my way. But I will never stop loving you. 

Yours forever,

James

Reading the letter broke her heart, knowing she would never see him again. She got up, placed the record back on the turntable and listened to it again. But this time, she laid on the couch and cried herself to sleep.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky x female reader

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J.B.B. Masterlist

Key:

Angst - 💔

Fluff - 🥰

Series:

⭐️ Memories of Her [ongoing] 💔🥰

She’s gone, vanished; disappeared into thin air. She was on a solo mission and then she was gone. Did someone help her disappear, what is she running from? Her feelings, her relationships or is her past catching up with her that none of the Avengers know about? Can they find her? Does she want to be found?

⭐️ A Friendly Smile From the Past [ongoing] 💔🥰

When you were young, you were friends with a neighbourhood boy who liked the same things as you. You both grew up together and as long as you had each other and the rest of your friends, there was always a make-believe adventure right around the corner. He grew up to be a successful businessman and seems to have forgotten where he came from.

You haven’t talked to him or the rest of the close-knit group of friends you used to be in years, but the death of a person who had been involved in all of your lives brings him and everyone back to the old neighbourhood. Does time allow you to reconnect and reintroduce him to the life he left behind? Does it allow you to build back the friendships you lost? Will you finally confess your feelings to him? Or is it too late?

Oneshots:

⭐️ Slay 🥰

Steve needs help with the modern world slang and asks Peter and Y/N for help and Bucky needs help with social media.

⭐️ Open Your Heart 🥰

Moments where Bucky tries to flirt with you

⭐️ Only One True Answer 🥰

Bucky took a quiz, he wants to know what your answer is as his was in his words "rigged".

#james buchanan barnes #bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes #bucky x female reader #winter soldier #white wolf #bucky barnes x you #bucky x you #bucky barnes x y/n #reader insert #james bucky buchanan barnes #bucky fanfic #the winter soldier #bucky barnes fanfiction

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WHAT DO YOU MEAN!!!!?????? LITERALLY NONE OF THAT IS TRUE!!!!!!!!!!!! THE CCA DID NOT CUT DOWN ON CHILD SIDE KICKS IT LITERALLY CREATED *MORE* CHILD SIDE KICKS!!!! BUCKY WAS REINTRODUCED AS AN ADULT YEARS AFTER MARVEL STOPPED USING THE CCA WHAT THE FUCK

#sorry i cant stand it when people are wrong about the cca