#sam and bucky are petty and in love

[wintersoldiersoul]

Get Him Back

A/N: Kind of loosely based on Get Him Back by Olivia Rodrigo but then it took a turn and got away from me??? I blame it all on this pic of Seb.

Warnings: Smut, Daddy Kink

It had been a month since it happened. Everything was fine until that night when Bucky came home and slammed the door. You could tell that he had a hard day. You trying to comfort him ended in screaming, tears, and a lot of broken objects thrown across the room by both of you. The two of you had had fights before but nothing like this. No, this was the one that broke you apart. Bucky stormed out of the apartment that night, mumbling something about going to Steve’s. You hadn’t seen him since. Apparently he had to go on an emergency mission in Russia. Or at least that was the story fed to you by the other Avengers. 

But now he was back. And tonight would be the first time you saw him since the breakup. The party at Stark Tower was in full swing when you arrived at 10pm. Every part of your look was carefully curated for one reason and one reason only. Make him jealous. Make him feel bad about losing the best girlfriend he’d ever have.

You were wearing THE dress. The one Bucky found you so irresistible in. Dark red with a plunging neckline and a slit up the skirt. As you slipped it on, you recalled how many times Bucky had nearly destroyed it by ripping it off of you when the two of you were alone. The memories made you sad.

But you had a mission tonight. Make the supersoldier ex-assassin fall to his knees and beg for mercy as you shunned him. 

“Oh you’re evil,” Natasha grinned as you strutted into the party. “You really wanna make him miserable, don’t you?”

“Of course I do.” The corners of your cherry painted lips lifted up into a sly smirk. “Revenge really is sweet, Natasha.” You tried your best to come off as confident but truly, you were a nervous wreck. Sure, you wanted to make Bucky jealous. But this was the man that you had loved for years. The man who held you while you cried, who bought you flowers for no reason, who made sure that no matter what, you always knew how much he loved you. As much as you tried to convince yourself and everyone around you that you were fine, the heart inside of your chest was shattered. The angel and the devil in your head were fighting about whether you should try to get him back, or make him jealous as hell to torture him. 

You took a large sip of the whiskey in your glass, praying that the liquid courage would make it easier when you finally spotted him. 

“Y/N,” Nat grabbed your arm. “He’s here. How do you wanna play this?”

“I got this,” you smirked, standing up from the couch you had taken a seat on. Whiskey in hand, you strutted over to his direction, making a show of the way your curled hair bounced with each step you took in your black stiletto heels. 

Bucky was standing in a corner with Sam. And damn, he looked good. His long brown hair was pulled back into a bun and the white wife-beater shirt he was wearing perfectly displayed his toned flesh arm and the metal one. You always found him sexiest when both of his arms were on display. It was abundantly clear that you weren’t the only one with a plan tonight. But you didn’t let yourself falter. Didn’t let it show that his look made you want to clench your legs together for even the smallest bit of relief.

“Bucky,” you said, curtly as you approached. You watched his blue gaze trail up and down your body. His tongue jutted out as he slowly licked over his bottom lip. This was going to be even harder than you anticipated.

“Y/N,” he nodded. “You look nice.”

“You, too. I see you didn’t get too banged up on your mission?” 

He smirked. “Definitely got a little banged up,” he emphasized, causing jealousy to pulse through your veins. “But nothing too bad.” 

“Good.” The word came out as if you were a petty teenager fighting with a sibling.

“Yeah,” he retorted. “Good.”

You turned on your heel and walked back towards Natasha. There was only so much you could handle. 15 minutes later, when you had finally gathered yourself, you felt your phone buzz. 

Bucky: Your room. Now. Wait for me. 

You cleared your throat. “Excuse me,” you said to the group of people who had joined you and Nat on the couch. “I just have to grab something from my room.” You walked away and got in the elevator, taking it up 3 floors to your designated room at the compound. Being in it was weird now. You rarely stayed in it anymore since moving out but you knew you’d always have a space. But being in it now just reminded you of Bucky. All of the mornings and nights spent together before you found your own place. 

You sat on the bed, heart racing, trying to plan out what you would say to him. Be strong, Y/N, you tried to tell yourself. But as soon as Bucky sauntered into the room, you knew that would be nearly impossible.

“You trying to kill me, darlin’?” He said as his tall frame leaned over you. “That dress… fuck. You wore that on purpose.” 

“Oh, like you didn’t wear that on purpose to torture me?” 

He laughed. “Fair point, doll. Fair point.” His eyes softened and he transformed from someone you were trying to hate into someone you never could. Your Bucky. Your soft, sweet Bucky. “Y/N… I- I don’t know what to say. I don’t know how to express how sorry I am for everything.”

Stay strong. Don’t give in. You were trying so hard but fuck, he took a step closer and you smelled his cologne, driving you crazy.

“Bucky… you left. You just left. We broke up in one night and then you were just…gone.” 

“I’m so sorry my love-” “No,” you interrupted. “You don’t get to call me that anymore.” 

You could see the hurt flash in his eyes. “Please, angel. I fucked up that night. I know I did. I would do anything to take it all back. I’d let HYDRA torture me til the end of time if it meant I could at least take back the things I said that hurt you.” He took another step closer. “Please, please just give me one more chance.”

He bent down so you were face to face. You couldn’t resist anymore. You grabbed his head and brought his mouth to yours, lips smashing together in a fit of passion and need. He picked you up and through you onto the bed.

“Wait… I have to tell you something.” You knew that what you were about to say could ruin everything again. But you had to tell him. “I…I slept with someone else. Just once. I was so broken Bucky I went to a bar and got drunk and had sex with another man.” You braced yourself for the reaction of hurt and anger. You got ready for him to storm out of the bedroom and back down to the party. 

But instead he just brought his lips to your ear and whispered, “Then I guess I’ll have to fuck you extra hard to get him out of your system.” His lips connected with your neck, sucking hard in the spot right under your jawline. The spot he knew drove you crazy. You cried out at the pleasure, already feeling your underwear getting ruined by how wet you were. “Lemme ask you something sweetheart,” he said seductively. “Did he make you this needy without even touching your sweet pussy?” 

You moaned at his words. “N-no, Bucky.” 

He smirked as he grabbed one of your legs, stroking over your calf with a feather light touch. His hand moved higher and higher until he was running his finger tips over your inner thigh.

“Bucky, please! I need you to touch me.”

He made a “tsk” sound and said, “Now angel, you know that’s not my name.” 

“Daddy, please!” You cried out. 

He practically growled at the name, gripping his fingers under your lace panties and dragging them down your legs. He held your knees apart, looking at your pussy feverishly. “God, I missed this sweet cunt. Soaking wet honey, you’re glistening. Is this all for me?”

“Yes, yes, all for you.” Your plan of staying strong had completely gone out the window. You just needed him to touch you and you were willing to do anything to make that happen. 

“Fuck you’re so beautiful. That dress… you make me speechless.” He gently ran a finger through your slit before pressing down hard on your clit, making you jump. “So responsive tonight. What a good girl.” 

He knew the nickname would make you even more desperate. “Daddy please!” “Please what, baby girl? What do you want from me?”

“Anything!” You practically yelled. “Your mouth on my clit, your fingers inside of me, please!”

He smiled before plunging a finger into you without warning. He added a second one, curling them inside and immediately finding your g-spot. 

“Bet he couldn’t find that special spot. I know your body so fucking well. I know that if I do this…” he scissored his fingers to stretch you out even more, just the way that you liked. You screamed, bucking your hips off the bed. “You’ll do that.” He finished, smugly. His head was right in front of your pussy, watching closely as he continued to move his fingers. “Oh baby, your little clit is so swollen. It looks so neglected.” The combination of his movements and words made you whimper. 

“Need you. Need your mouth. Please!” You whimpered. 

Bucky laughed darkly at your words. “I’m gonna take care of you, honey.” He wrapped his soft lips around your clit and sucked hard. Your head fell back on the pillow, the pleasure all consuming. “Eyes on me, baby. I wanna see the look in your eyes as you cum all over my tongue.”

You forced your head up to watch the sinful man between your legs. “D-daddy, I-”

“I know, baby. I can feel it. Don’t forget. I know your body. I know your body better than anyone in the entire fucking world.” 

He continued his movements with his mouth and fingers and you exploded.

“Oh, good girl. Such a good fucking girl for me.” The bottom half of his face was covered in your wetness. “Gonna give you my cock now. Gonna stretch you out so good.” He swiftly removed his pants and underwear, causing his length to spring free. You reached out to grab it, desperate to make him feel good. “No, no, no,” he scolded, removing your hand. “Need to feel your tight little pussy around me. Need it now. Legs open.” 

You quickly obliged, spreading your legs as far as you could to make room for the man in front of you. He grabbed his dick and used it to toy with you, rubbing it over your slit and tapping it on your clit. Slowly, he began to push into you.

“Bucky!” You cried out as he filled you.

“I know, baby, oh fuck, I know.” The pleasure was consuming him so much that he couldn’t even scold you for calling him by his real name. “Look at you. Little cunt split open for my thick cock. Look at how you’re sucking me in. You needed this bad, didn’t you angel? Other guy couldn’t fuck you right? Couldn’t make this perfect pussy feel good?” As he spoke, he thrusted into you hard and deep. 

Tears streamed down your face at the intense pleasure that had your whole body on fire. “Only you, Daddy! Only you make me feel this good.”

“That’s right, my sweet girl. Never forget who knows this body better than even you.” 

You felt your high approaching rapidly, especially as he brought his metal hand down to toy with your clit. You couldn’t even speak at this point, the only sounds coming out of you were moans.

“Feel you fluttering around me, angel. You gonna come when I tell you to like my good little slut?” You nodded your head quickly, unable to speak. “Cum around my thick cock. Now,” he commanded, his voice full of sin. Your body obeyed and your walls clenched around him, hard. His movements began to falter as he came, fucking ropes of thick cum into your pussy. 

When you were both done, he removed himself from you. You both sat in silence, catching your breath.

“Y/N…” he looked at you. His eyes, which had been dark and feral moments before were now soft and full of nothing but sorrow and love. “I am so sorry. I wish I could take it all back. I love you so much and I just-” his voice broke as he tried to hold back tears. 

You crawled over to him and wrapped your arms around his neck, letting your bodies press up against each other, just taking in the feeling of his skin on yours.

“Me too, Bucky. All of it. I’m sorry too. I love you.”

#bucky barnes #sebastian stan #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes smut #sebastian stan smut #smut #marvel smut #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes imagine

[angelltheninth]

Romance Tropes with Marvel Characters

Pairing: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Thor, Loki, Tony Stark, Kate Bishop, Peter Parker x Reader

Tags: fluff, enemies to lovers, kissing, sleeping around, doubt, confession, teasing

A/N: Back with my favorite romance tropes. God there are a lot of these.

STEVE ROGERS + LAST TO KNOW

You and everyone around you know that there's feelings between the two of you, everyone but Steve himself. He's not dumb, far from it but when it comes to romance you need to be really direct with him because subtlety has been getting you nowhere really fast and you needed to fix that. You need clear, blatant flirting, you need to wink at him, you need to tell him you like the things he does, that you like him point blank. Once he gets that he will take the gentleman route and ask you on a date.

BUCKY BARES + NOT GOOD ENOUGH

Bucky feels like there's flaws in everything he does with you, that somehow he will end up messing things up no matter how well he plans them out. His whole life has been a series of mistakes and accidents. While he knows for a fact that you're not that for him he wants to work extra hard to make sure you're not making a mistake by dating him. If only he knew that who he was was already good enough, that he is already your perfect someone. And all his imperfections are also part of why you love him.

SAM WILSON + SECRET ADMIERER

Pines over you for a good long while. Sam really wants to make sure you like him before he makes his real move so he does things like live flowers and little cute gifts in your locker. It has so be someone from the team but you don't figure out who until you catch him on his way from the flower shop, with the exact flowers appearing in your locker for the past month. Doesn't take a genius to figure it out. And since you already did and seemed t be happy with his gifts he might as well confess right now, with flowers in hand.

NATASHA ROMANOFF + BEST FRIEND'S SIBLING

Natasha is always there when you go to visit Yelena and she's always teasing you. This is much to Yelena's annoyance because she knows you like Natasha too. You never get too flirty when you're in the company of others but over the phone is a different story. When you become a couple Natasha jokes about you becoming Yelena's new sibling, something which Yelena is jokingly appalled by. Natasha is the type of person to make kissy noises at you just to annoy her little sister.

CLINT BARTON + AFRAID TO COMMIT

You and Clint have had a casual on and off relationship for years. When things are about to get serious he breaks it off, saying he needs time to think about it but you never seem to move on from this one spot. While frustrating you know why that is, he's already lost his family once, he doesn't want to risk losing someone he's grown to care so much about. He would rather that he didn't start to care, that it was casual but it's not and he does care, and that's why he's scared of opening up to you further.

THOR + PROTECTOR

For such a big guy Thor can be real cagey with his romantic feelings. He will flirt for sure, he'll even try to sleep with you but he will always maintain his status as your protective best friend. In fact he will even go so far as to say that the reason he's so flirty is because he's protecting you from other people who have bothered you before. While you can appreciate that he could do all of that too if he admitted to himself that he wanted to be your boyfriend. Was it really that easy? Was he really overthinking things for once?

LOKI + OLD ENEMIES

You and Loki go way back as enemies, even the most petty things you had to argue about and see who will come out on top. That attitude eventually transferred over to the bedroom but you never stopped being enemies. You're always at each other's throats when you see each other and then pretend like you don't think about each other when you're not fighting. There's never a confession that happens between you two because there's nothing to confess, you already know that you love to hate each other.

TONY STARK + SLEEPS WITH EVERYONE BUT YOU

Being the playboy that caught feelings for you of course Tony isn't gonna make it worse by sleeping with you. He wants to so bad but once he does there would be no running from his feelings anymore. So he sleeps with other people, however he doesn't brag about it like usual, not to you anyway, but you know. Eventually it stops working, he can't stay away from you anymore. But he doesn't want to sleep with you and then confess, he has to take you out on a date, kiss you, confess and then if you still want him, sleep with you.

KATE BISHOP + FRIENDS TO LOVERS

No amount of superhero work can rip Kate away from her best friend. You bet she tells you who she is from the simple fact that she knows you'll keep it a secret and because you're used to people being after her because of her money. Sleepovers are a regular thing with the two of you, as are cuddles, kisses though... those are a bit new. She panicked when she kissed you, said it was an accident. How could it be though when you wanted it to happen too? And what if you'd like for it to happen again?

PETER PARKER + OBLIVIOUS TO LOVE

As much as he is a genius, Peter can be a little oblivious to romance. Okay, very oblivious. He's an awkward guy and he rarely makes the first move. But if you can show him that you're really into him... no he won't get it. You need to be the one to ask him out on a date. Then he will put his best foot forward and make sure you are swept off your feet. He might have been oblivious at first but not anymore, he's starting to pick up on your little cute flirting, and more importantly he's starting to flirt back.

#mcu x reader #mcu fluff #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #sam wilson x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #clint barton x reader #thor x reader #loki x reader #tony stark x reader #kate bishop x reader #peter parker x reader #mcu imagine #mcu headcanons #marvel x reader #marvel fluff #marvel imagine #marvel headcanons #x reader

[waywardcrow]

Koala hugs.

Pairing: Biker!Bucky x Librarian!Reader.

Part of the Sweeter than fiction series.

(This is the first post about it so don’t think you miss something, I got inspiration and here we are)

Summary: After a long day, the only thing she needed is to be in the arms of Bucky.

TW: Stress and a little bit of anger but nothing too explicit, an homophobic asshole (just mentioned), books being mistreated (idk, it gave me anxiety), fluff, Bucky as a human pillow, mention of past insecurities, a petty girl, established relationship, as always: English is not my first language so please let me know if I make a mistake.

Picture from pinterest and graphic by the amazing @ firefly-graphics so all credits to the creators.

The bag hit the floor as soon as she walked in her house, too tired to cared about it this time or about the shoes she left in the middle of the hall the girl made her way to her destiny.

She had one goal in mind, there was one thing that helped her to don’t yell at the little shits who decided to throw books for fun at the back of the library, the thing that made her don’t smack the Karen who went to her desk to complain about the queer books they had in the shelves, the librarian’s head ached from faking a smile while telling that asshole she could file a complain in the city hall if she wanted to. That was her job, not to start a fight before the fairytales reading she had scheduled for that afternoon could begin.

And to make her day more shitty, she found Dolores in the store before going home, the redhead didn’t miss the chance to try to make her react remembering out loud her “time” with Bucky in the cashier’s line before Bobby told her to behave or his wife will kick her out of their business. Dolores will had haunt her forever with her past with Bucky but that was before, Bucky and her didn’t went through hell fighting their ghosts to let that bitch win.

That knowledge didn’t cured her bad mood, her remedy was sleeping in the couch hugging one of her pillows agains his muscular chest. Bucky wasn’t one to take naps in the late afternoon but the last days babysitting Sam and Rose’s kid left him exhausted.

Peach smiled at the sight of him, it was impossible not to, a 6’4 tattooed biker beefy Bucky Barnes cuddling a pink puffy pillow with such a peaceful expression in his handsome face was just so beautiful.

The girl took out her coat and left her in the floor with the grocery bag, not caring about anything else but her boyfriend, Peach pulled Bucky’s pillow from his arms to leave them ready for her.

The once calm expression on her boyfriend changed to a sleepy and cute one when he saw her.

“Hey Peach” his voice raspy and deeper than usual made her pout “what’s the matter?” Bucky started to get up but with one hand she stopped him.

“I want koala hugs”

His eyebrows relaxed before taking her by the hand and pulling her against him, barely awake but loving how far his girlfriend came through, she was still doubtful sometimes but it was getting easier for her to voice her needs.

“Love you so much sweets” he whispered in her skin when she wrapped her thighs around his waist and her arms found their way around his neck, that was their favorite place.

“Love you too Bucky” she sighed, feeling all her stress melt away in his scent, breathing him in as she closed her eyes, letting sleep take them both away.

#bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x f!reader #biker!bucky x reader

[bbyboybucket]

Beds

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: While sharing a hotel room with Reader, Bucky has a nightmare.

A/N: Surprise. Bet y’all didn’t expect a fic from me. How longs it been? Too long. Anyways, I’m rewriting one of my old fics, or more so taking the same concept but doing it more in character. Also I think this is the first time I’ve written something where we don’t see Bucky’s pov, so I think that’s kinda fun. Btw I’m rusty so don’t judge me if it shows. Also I think this is gender neutral but I’m not sure?

Warnings: language, sexual references, nightmares, ptsd, panic attack (not too intense), allusions to some hydra stuff but nothing graphic, hurt/comfort, frenemies to lovers, Bucky is moody, the one bed trope™️, no use of “y/n”, kinda sappy

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A loud sigh came from the left of you just before the elevator dinged and the metal doors creaked open. You ignored him, you chose not to engage in his passive aggressiveness. You weren’t going to accept the invitation of a petty rant hiding behind that sigh.

You walked down the hallway with Bucky stalking behind you, like an angry pitbull trailing after its owner.

“I don’t even know why we got a fucking hotel in the first place.” Bucky grumbled, and you could practically feel the weight of his eye roll, even though you couldn't see it.

“Here we go.” You muttered under your breath. “What did you want? A safe house? It’s not like we’re on some high stakes, undercover op. Anything more than a hotel would be excessive.”

“Anything more woulda had better sleeping options.” He whined. “Coulda at least got us separate rooms.”

“My god, give it a rest Bucky, you’ve been complaining all day about this.” You we’re exasperated, it was about the third time you’d heard him gripe that day.

“Well, I’m not a fan. Us sharing is the stupidest fucking idea Sam’s ever had.”

“Bitching about it isn’t gonna change anything. And, it’s not like we have to sleep together or anything, I’ll be in a whole different bed.” You said, unlocking the room door. You had been looking forward to chilling out and resting, but as soon as you entered the room, you realized that your night would be anything but restful.

“Fuck.” You laughed, humorlessly, knowing you were about to hear an endless rant. “I take that back, there isn’t different beds.”

Surprisingly that rant didn’t come. Bucky weirdly seemed calmer than he had before and merely shrugged. “‘S fine. I’ll take the floor.”

“Well, one of us can try the couch?”

“That thing could fit a toddler at best.” He gestured towards the small leather love seat as if it was the most ridiculous suggestion he had ever heard, and in all honesty, he had a point.

You pinched the skin between your eyebrows. “Sam said he booked a two person room.”

He shrugged again and then blankly said. “This is why he shoulda booked separate rooms.”

“My god Bucky, I’m not that bad of a roommate. I don’t snore, I don’t sleep walk, and it’s not like I’m gonna kill you in your sleep. It’s one fucking night. Just-“ You took a deep breath and tried to mellow out. “You can have the bed.”

“No, you can have it.”

“You’re obviously more tore up about this than me, so it’s yours. I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“No.” He refused, his eyes held an odd stubbornness. “I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“I literally don’t care, I’ve done it a million times. Plus, your grumpy ass probably needs some good sleep.” You half teased, trying to do the nice thing. You unzipped your bag and pulled your belongings out. “I’m gonna go change clothes.”

When you came back from the bathroom, Bucky was already in his boxers and a T-shirt, positioning a pillow and blanket on the floor.

“I told you the bed was yours.”

“Okay, and?”

“Why are you getting down there?“

“Why the fuck are you arguing?”

“Because you’re all pissy about this whole situation, so I’m trying to make your life easier and give you the bed.” You didn’t understand his defiance and odd aversion to the thing he’d been complaining about restlessly: the better sleeping option.

“I don’t want the goddamn bed, just shut the fuck up about it!” Bucky snapped. His outburst caught you off guard, he acted as if you had been purposefully pushing his buttons.

“Damn, fine.” You held your hands up in defeat, almost offended at the way he lashed out. “I get you’re trying to be all gentlemen-like but ya know, the aggressiveness defeats the purpose.”

“It’s not about being a gentlemen. Don’t get it twisted, I’m not being nice, I-“ He grunted. “Never mind I don’t owe you a fuckin’ explanation. Just get in bed.”

“I will, thank you, cause I’m tired. Especially tired of whatever the fuck is up your ass and has you so bitchy.”

You said it with full sincerity, of course you were used to bickering with Bucky but it always was in a playful manner, even when annoyed with each other, it was always friendly fire. There had been no sign of that all afternoon, Bucky was purely hostile and treating you like his greatest burden.

“You running your damn mouth and arguing isn’t helping anything.” He spat as he turned off the lights.

“Wow, sorry. Didn’t know offering you the bed was so fucking rude and offensive.”

“Shut the fuck up.” He groaned.

You muttered “fucking dick” under your breath.

“I heard that.”

As you settled into the bed, you couldn't help but roll your eyes in frustration. You found yourself pondering what you could have possibly done to provoke such a strong reaction from him. You couldn't shake the feeling that it wasn't entirely about you. Maybe something else was going on and you were standing in as Bucky’s punching bag, just being the unfortunate catheter for his anger.

It didn’t matter. You had to force all the worry and aggravation out of your head because his attitude wasn’t worth losing sleep over. The last thing you need was to be exhausted on a mission.

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You were jolted awake by a sudden, loud gasp, followed by a soft groan emanating from his direction. Rubbing your eyes, you opened them to find him sitting upright, his knees drawn close to his chest. He looked so small, a stark contrast to the huge stature and borderline intimidating presence you’d become so familiar with. His breathing was audible despite the distance between you, it was quick and shallow.

“Buck?” You concernedly called out to him but he didn’t answer. You then got out of bed, and flicked on the nightstand lamp.

“Bucky?” You tried again when you were closer.

Out of all the time you’d known Bucky, this was the first you’d seen him vulnerable. He was trembling harshly, hyperventilating too. He seemed equally dazed and terrified, but also distant as if he were lost in his head. You always thought Bucky had rather sad eyes but right now, the way they were widened with fear and slightly watering, took it to a whole new level.

You knew what was happening and seeing it felt like a stab to the heart. You slowly sat down in front of him, keeping space between you as to not worsen his panic.

“Buck, it’s okay.” You cooed. “Can you hear me right now?”

His gaze shifted to you, finally making eye contact, which gave you an answer.

“Okay, can you try to breathe with me? Deep breath…in 1…2…3” You exaggeratedly took large, slow inhale to lead him. “Out 1…2…3…”

You repeated the example, guiding until he finally started to follow along with you. “Good, you’re doing good. Do you know where you are?”

“….hotel. We’re on a mission?”

“Good, that’s right, good. It’s okay. You’re safe.” With a gentle and caring tone, you spoke to him, hoping to bring a sense of peace to the turmoil that was raging within him. Your heart felt heavy as you seen the pain that was laced within him, and you wished so badly that you could erase it all. You’d been scared you weren’t doing the right things, but his increasing improvement made you more confident.

“Can I touch you?”

He nodded.

You supportively placed your hand on top of his, stroking your thumb over his skin in a soothing manner. He initially flinched but didn’t pull away. “Starting to calm down now?”

“Yeah.” He released a long heavy breath and wiped the wetness off his eyelids with his free hand.

You sat silently with him, providing that tender, tactile support as he as he worked to regain his composure and steady his breathing. As he gradually calmed down, you noticed the shame creeping over him, causing his cheeks to flush red and his gaze to avert from yours.

“I didn’t want you to see this shit.” He finally said after minutes of silence.

“It’s fine-“

“Fuckin embarrassing is what it is.”

“No, stuff happens. I’m not gonna judge, ya know? I understand. I know what having panic attacks is like.” You revealed in attempt to make him feel more seen.

He slightly shook his head, at himself instead of towards to you, but he stayed silent.

“You okay?”

“Yeah.” He paused for a moment, he licked his lips and hung his head even lower. “‘M used to it. Get ‘em bout every night.”

“The panic attacks?”

“Nightmares. Those sometimes comes after though.”

“Oh.” You whispered, feeling like something in you had just shattered. “About hydra?”

“Yeah.”

“You wanna talk about it?” You offered carefully.

“Nothing you should hear. My head’s a fucked up place.” He laughed humorlessly.

“Try me.”

He hesitated for a moment, you assumed he was debating on wether or not he should trust you with such a heavy part of himself. “Basically all memories. Not so much dreams, more so just stuff that’s already happened. Flashbacks I guess.”

As his mouth parted to speak, only to close again, you knew that he wasn’t finished so you waited patiently, allowing him the time he needed to gather his thoughts.

“Most of the time it’s…you know…what I’ve done. People I’ve killed. It’s….of course it’s horrible. Pretty gruesome but uh….I’ve gotten better at dealing with those, it’s still….I just get em so much that I can calm down faster now. But sometimes…it’s the shit Hydra did to me and it’s just….I’d get punished a lot. Some kinda torture or beatings, I’ll spare you the details.”

You continued to stroke his hand and stayed silent, not wanting to push him.

“But uh…they had this chair. Um, I’d get strapped down and they’d electrocute me. That’s how they’d…ya know. And I’d always end up there for a wipe after I fucked up. Or even if I didn’t. I don’t what’s worse honestly…the sick twisted shit they’d come up with or the wipe but…but reliving all that….”

“That’s fucking terrifying.”

“Yeah. Yeah, terrifying is an understatement. Sometimes…it’s hard to feel safe after that.”

His breathing started to pick up again. The cracks in his voice made it clear he was starting to get overwhelmed.

You then firmly grasped his hand, giving it a supportive squeeze. “It’s okay, you don’t have to keep going if you don’t want to.”

“I don’t like to think about all that. I try to never actually. It’s like…obviously it’s…I can’t describe how fucking awful. But at the same time, if I do think about it, it’s like I’m ignoring all the evil shit I’ve done. And that’s not fair to everyone I’ve wronged. So then….if I never think about or deal with the torture….when I have to relive it in these goddamn nightmares…it just fucks me up worse. And my fucking luck is one of the few times it happens is when I’m sharing a room with someone.”

Your heart sank to the floor, your own eyes were watering at this point from getting just this small glimpse of his pain. “I’m so sorry, Buck. Hell, I don’t even know what to say right now. I wish I could do more to help.”

“You’re doing enough.“

“You didn’t deserve it, ya know? I don’t know everything that went on but you never deserved to suffer like that.”

“Half-debatable. At certain point it had to become karma for the suffering I was causing myself.” He shrugged solemnly.

“That’s not true. You had no control.”

He sighed exasperatedly, filled with a sad frustration directed at himself. He put his face in his palm. “We’ve had that conversation. You already know I don’t see it that way.”

“Yeah but I hope one day you will. And I’ll die before I stop trying to get it through your head that you’re innocent. You know you’re strong, right? So damn strong to be holding it together right now. After going through all that pain and to still be here and be a good man? To come as far as you have. I’ve never met anyone as strong as you.”

“We can agree to disagree but I appreciate it….and thanks sitting with me and calming me down and all that.”

“Of course.”

“I’m sorry about earlier. This is why…I didn’t wanna share. And this is….one…of the reasons I don’t like sleeping in a bed. Makes the nightmares worse sometimes. That’s not your fault though, so I shouldn’t’ve…I just didn’t want you to know.”

“It’s alright. I get it now.”

“I shouldn’t’ve took it out on you. I really am sorry.”

“Buck, I get why you were upset. Well kinda, I honestly can’t imagine even a fraction of what you go through.”

“Goin a little far with the pity.” He grew a tiny smirk.

“Compassion.” You corrected. “And I can’t help it, I mean…not to get all sappy, but I care about you. A lot.”

His smirk morphed into a smile and you mirrored it. You wrapped your arm around him and laid your head on his shoulder, Bucky then slowly encircled you with his own arms. You knew the hug was Bucky's way of wordlessly affirming that he cared about you too.

“Didn’t know Mr. Grumpy was capable of hugging.”

“Consider it a one time gift.”

You chuckled in response but then an idea entered your mind.

“You think it’d help if I slept with you?” You asked softly.

He gave you a cheeky grin. “Could at least take me out to dinner first.”

“You know what I meant.”

He sighed. “Not to be an ass but I literally just told you I don’t like beds?”

“No dumb ass, I mean down here.”

He tilted his head and gave a tight lipped frown. “You don’t gotta do that.”

“No. But if it’d help you feel more comfortable, then I want to.”

He didn’t answer at first but because his face had always been an open book, revealing every emotion with striking transparency, he wore an expression that was etched with heartbreaking gratitude.

“Yeah…we can try that.” He whispered, as if he was in shock.

With gentle movements, you plucked the blanket and pillow from the bed and nestled yourself beside him. As you lay towards him, your faces drew closer, until they were mere inches apart. You could feel his warm breath caressing your skin. In that moment, time seemed to stand still as you both gazed into each other's eyes, it was almost hypnotic. There was no awkwardness when it should have been expected, instead, a comforting feeling washed over you. You were consumed by excitement, tinged with a soothing calmness. Sure, it was paradoxical, but it was consuming and left you lost in the moment.

“Um…” Bucky started hesitantly but then cut himself off, he bit his bottom lip nervously.

Before you had a chance to even consider the words, they spilled from your lips. You were surprised with your own spontaneity, but the question had already slipped. “You wanna cuddle?”

It was as if you read his mind, you could practically see all the anxiety melt off Bucky before he pulled you into his chest. “This okay?” He asked.

“Mhm.” You replied, allowing yourself to sink into the comforting warmth of his body, all while listening to the soft thumps of his heart beating. It was a new intimacy that strangely felt familiar and natural, like everything had suddenly fallen into place.

You heard him yawn and you hummed fondly at how cute it was. “Goodnight, Buck.”

Tenderly, he leaned in and softly placed his lips upon your forehead, holding them there for a fleeting moment before settling his chin atop your head.

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Bucky straddled your lap, his hand cupping your face as he devoured you in a passionate kiss that unraveled you with each flick of his tongue. His other hand roamed to less innocent regions of your body, exploring them with a touch that was both bold and tender.

He repositioned and pressed you down onto the couch, towering over you as his tongue continued to dance in your mouth. You were both breathless, and desiring more. He proceeded to plant kisses on your jawline before moving down to nibble on your neck.

He suddenly stopped, muttering against your skin. “You wanna move to your room? Have a little more space for this?”

“You know what’s funny?”

“Hm?”

“How before we got together, you hated beds, but now you want in my sheets every damn second.” You teased.

“Well…feels a lot more pleasant now.”

“Weird way to say ‘I’m always horny’.”

“I’m making up for 80 some years. And like you aren’t, you’re worse than me half the time.”

“Definitely worked up now, so get me to the bed and we’ll go as many rounds as you want, pervert.”

“Fuck you.” He laughed.

“I’m waiting for it.”

#bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #winter soldier #bucky Barnes fanfic #bucky barnes fanfiction #winter solider fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #winter solider x reader #tfatws #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x gender neutral reader

[competitivedust]

I woke up today thinking about how much like Daisy and Jemma, Sharon Carter is also a victim to the mcu's casual sexist tendencies. This lady stood up against Hydra and its cronies when they literally had Steve Rogers declared as a fugitive. She goes against her orders to help Steve, Sam and Bucky because she just knows right from wrong. To see her turn into a petty grumbling ex in fatws is an insult to who I know her to be. And I love both Bucky and Sam (or used to love, eh whatever) but they didn't need to put her down to prop these guys up. But hey welcome to marvel, where we love shitting on women to make our favourite men look better.

#sharon carter #anti mcu #mcu critical

[thesugarclubs-blog]

Be Mine - Bucky Barnes x OC

warnings: speed dating, strangers to lovers, heavy petty, valentines day special

word count: 5.6k

WP: https://www.wattpad.com/1424350312-be-mine-hazel

vibe: “Not enough to scare you I hope,” Hazel voiced, a small smirk tugging at her lips as she studied him fingers tapping the base of her glass.

“Quite the opposite,” he declared his hand inching closer to where she had rested her free arm on the back of the sofa.

“Good, I think we’d balance each other out perfectly,” she mused, her hand meeting him halfway like she had read his mind just as she took a sip of her wine.

Masterlist

“Bucky Barnes, man you’re lookin’ good,” Sam drawled, a sly smile creeping its way across his face.

“Shut up,” Bucky mumbled, nervously running his hand over the long scruff on his cheeks.

He hunched his shoulders and tucked his hands into the pockets of his jeans, desperately trying to make his large frame look less intimidating. Dropping his head, he stared at the toe of his boot as he scuffed it along the wooden floor of his apartment.

“Don’t know why the hell I let you talk me into this,” he added, his brows drawing down into a petulant scowl.

“‘Cause I’m your friend and you love me,” Sam replied sweetly, throwing his arm around Bucky and drawing the reluctant super soldier tightly against him. “You gotta get back out there, charm those ladies like it’s 1942.”

“Friends don’t put each other into situations like this,” Bucky grumbled, his jaw clenching tightly as he glared at Sam out of the corner of his eye.

“Quit being a toddler. You’re acting like we’re gonna fight someone. It’s not Madripoor, or Seoul, or that time in Belize…”

“I’d rather be back in Belize.”

Sam threw his head back with a cackle and slapped his hand between Bucky’s shoulders. “Whatever, big guy, come on. We don’t wanna be late.”

Bucky spent the whole subway ride with a scowl etched onto his face, deepening every time he caught a glimpse of Sam’s grin in his peripherals. 

The annoying part of  this was, the longer he’d been friends with the guy, the more that grin wore him down. 

“Stop it.” 

“I ain’t doin’ anything, man. You stop it.” 

Sam’s toothy smile grew two times wider and he nudged Bucky’s shoulder as they shuffled off the train at Prince Street Station. 

“This thing would be in Soho,” Bucky muttered, following Sam out onto the sidewalk. 

“Hey! No more complaining. For all you know you might meet a nice girl or guy… or alien I guess, it is 2024, and then you’ll be thanking me.” 

Bucky rolled his eyes. 

“Yes, Sam. Sure, Sam. Just run my life for me, Sam.” 

“Someone’s gotta,” Sam replied just as they stopped outside a coffee shop. Bucky eyed the big A-frame sign advertising the Valentine’s speed dating event and sucked in a breath. 

Here goes nothing.

The sound in there alone was enough to have him turning tail but Sam caught his arm when he made an attempt and gave him a stern look that rang out loud and clear, stay put soldier, that's an order.

Bucky watched as a herd of women fixed their dresses and shirts, chatting politely with the people next to them and sipping on drinks as men lurked in corners, with wide eyes scanning the crowd as they downed beers in feeble attempts to find their courage. Bucky wanted to melt into the wall with them but Sam tugged him toward an empty high table and had the waitress grab them drinks before they even settled in. 

An eclectic looking woman in a bright green patterned dress and thick brimmed purple glasses stepped up on the tiny, open mic stage in the corner and tapped the mic loudly to get everyone's attention. The coffee shop dulled to a murmur as she started to explain how the speed dating would work.

Her nasal whine drilled into Bucky’s brain and he downed the remains of his beer, wishing for all the world that the burn of the alcohol would actually stick this time. He was struggling to form a coherent thought so he had no idea how he’d manage to hold a half-decent conversation. As if someone had heard his desperate pleas, Miss Green Dress came unknowingly to his rescue.

“We know it can be intimidating sometimes, to answer questions from strangers,” she droned, “so make sure you pick up one of our handy yes/no paddles before the first bell rings.”

Bucky’s eyes lit up and he began to move towards the table that held the paddles but Sam’s hand on his elbow stopped him.

“Wait a second, tin man, there’s no way you’re getting out of communicating with real life people.”

"If the lady says to grab a paddle, I'm gonna grab a paddle," Bucky countered, crossing his arms over his chest and staring Sam down as if to say what are you gonna do about it?

"Just promise me you'll actually talk to these people, and I mean talk, Barnes. None of the weird little cyborg grunts I've learnt how to interpret." 

On instinct, Bucky flexed and curled the fingers of his left hand. The leather of his glove creaked quietly as it stretched and Bucky sighed. One glance of the Vibranium and his dates were bound to hop out of their seats like their asses were on fire. 

"If you don't want them to see, you don't have to show them," Sam said. He was speaking in his counselor voice and Bucky hated that Sam could read him like a book.

Bucky sighed softly as he looked around the room again. “They’ll either run or ask me a bunch of questions that I’ll never be able to answer.”

Sam smirked and gently nudged his friend. “You have a bit of a following, you know.”

Bucky only grumbled. “That’s what worries me.”

“I’ve seen some of those messages you get, man those people are crazy,” Sam continued, but his teasing was softened by the sympathetic look in his eyes. “Just…give it a shot and if you really need to get out of here we will, ok?”

Bucky let out a world-weary sigh. “OK.”

“Atta boy, come on, let’s go.” Sam handed him another beer and tilted his head towards the line of tables, where a plethora of women were starting to take their seats.

"Remember, if you are sitting facing the coffee bar, you'll be staying in your seats. If you're facing away, you'll be moving on the ring of the bell," the woman called out loudly, making Bucky wince as he found his seat; James Barnes printed on a little card already thanks to Sam signing them up a week earlier.

The tables were decorated for the event; pink checked table cloths and tiny pink paper hearts scattered across the top. Between him and his first partner, a petite brunette woman with thick bangs and a nose stud, sat a small vase with a single rose. Bucky eyed the tattoos peaking out from the woman's collar and sleeves and gulped, feeling way in over his head already.

"My names Cassie," she introduced herself with a sharp smile. 

"Bucky," he swallowed thickly and palmed his beer bottle. 

"So what are you into?" She jumped right into the questions and all Bucky could think about was the bell ringing, how soon would it happen? Could he ring it if he felt threatened? There was an astounding lack of rules happening, "Like in the bedroom?" 

And boundaries. 

"Uh," he looked around for Sam who was laughing with a pretty blonde girl across the room.

Bucky could feel sweat on the back of his neck as he messed with the label on his beer bottle. 

“You’re not a talker, are you?” Cassie grinned.

It was tensely quiet for a moment before Bucky lifted his paddle with the “no” facing towards his partner.

“Ah, I see. The strong silent type. My kinda guy,” she purred.

Bucky jumped a mile in the air and almost threw his beer across the room as her foot began to stroke its way up his shin. He’d never been more relieved to hear a bell in his life.

Cassie blew him a kiss over her shoulder as she moved onto the next table and Bucky shot daggers at Sam across the room, his nostrils flaring as his so called friend laughed and gestured for him to turn around. 

The next woman in front of him looked a little tamer, if he took her ridiculously low cut top out of the equation. His eyes dipped momentarily — he may have been an ex-assassin, but he was a hot-blooded man first — before he caught himself and met her eye with a tight-lipped smile. 

"So, how many kids do you wa—"

Bucky stared at her wide-eyed and took a long pull of his beer.

"Nope. Next!"

"You're Bucky Barnes," The red head sneered before she even sat down at the table. "That's incredible, show me it."

Bucky stared at her for a moment, her green eyes predatory as they roved over his arm and down to his hand. 

"Show you what?" His brows kissed in frustration. 

"The vibranium arm," she leaned over on the table. "There are bets that it's not real, that the government made it up as a fear tactic." She rambled and Bucky tensed, "I mean we all know you're some kind of science experiment," she continued. "Fear mongering doesn't work when you make the poster child for it with thick thighs," the girl looked under the table and winked at Bucky. 

"I..." he was uncomfortable but wasn't sure what to say to her. 

"Excuse me," a sweet voice floated over the table, "you're in my seat."

Red looked up and looked incredulously at the owner of the voice before turning back to Bucky.

"I said, you're in my seat," the voice repeated, the sweetness dropped a notch.

Bucky's attention was now on the curvaceous blonde who grasped the chair from under the red head and tipped her off. "I said this is my seat, now clear off."

The downed redhead crawled to the next chair, picked up her stuff and disappeared through the cafe.

"Hi Gorgeous, my name's Hazel, pleased to meet you."

Bucky felt himself relax for the first time since he'd taken his seat.

He gave the woman a small smile and nodded in thanks for getting rid of the other woman. “I’m Bucky,” he said quietly as he eyed the now torn off label of his beer.

Hazel smiled at him, her blonde hair bobbed just above her shoulders as she flattened down the skirt of her dress. A pink number with puffy sleeves and a full skirt. 

“How have your dates been so far?” Hazel asked. His eyes flicked down to the corner of her lips where they tugged upwards ever so slightly. Heat crawled up his neck as he took a pull from his beer. 

“Do people not know what boundaries are anymore?” He said after a moment. Hazel stared at him before bursting into a chuckle.

“Nope,” she said, shaking her head and making her blonde bob dance around her ears. “That guy in the blue turtleneck offered me $50 to go home with him.”

“Jesus Christ, I’m gonna kick his ass,” Bucky muttered, semi-rising from his chair, only half joking.

A light touch on his left arm stopped him and the amused twinkle in Hazel’s eyes had him smiling back at her without even realising.

“I don’t need a champion, Bucky, but I appreciate the gesture,” Hazel said, holding out her bottle of beer to clink against his own.

“Ok,” Bucky shrugged as he chimed their bottles together before taking a swig. “Let’s get started then. You wanna go first?”

Hazel scrunched up her nose and tapped her finger against her pouted lips a couple of times. Her eyes lit up before turning a little devilish and Bucky found himself eager to hear what she’d thought of to ask him.

“You know, I could really use a recommendation and you’re just the guy to ask. So…what’s your favourite brand of metal polish?”

Bucky surprised himself with the laugh that escaped him and he didn't miss the proud little smile on Hazel's face, obviously pleased that her question tickled him. 

"Y'know, I'm not a fussy guy," he replied, "I'll take anythin' that'll make it shine." 

"The arm or your eyes?" 

"Hello, smooth talker," Bucky chuckled, "you been talkin' to all the guys like that?" 

Hazel shook her head, flashing him a beaming smile. A wisp of her blonde hair fell across her eyes with the movement and Bucky itched to reach out and tuck it behind her ear, only stopping himself when Hazel leant forward, chin resting in her hand. 

"Guess it's my turn again, huh?"

"What's your favorite drink?" Bucky asked her and felt himself leaning into her smile.

"Espresso Martini," she cooed. 

Bucky raised his hand in the air and a waitress scooted around a table where the dates were screaming at one another, "how can I help?" She asked. 

"Can you get my date an espresso martini please?" He asked and the waitress opened her mouth to explain that she may not be here by the time the drink was made. "She'll be here," Bucky nodded. 

The waitress shrugged and ducked back into the chaos around her. 

"Seems I've met my match," Hazel stared over at him.

Bucky smirked at her as the bell rang, holding her gaze. 

"Time to swap," the next dater spoke from behind Hazel.

"Not happening," Bucky replied, his eyes never leaving hers, as Hazel responded, "He's taken."

As the waitress placed the drink beside Hazel, she shrugged to the disgruntled dater and advised her to move past. "I've bigger fish to fry," she muttered, the couple who had screamed through their date were now heckling each other from several tables apart.

"So, where were we?" Hazel asked, raising her glass in toast to Bucky.

Bucky raised his bottle leaning the neck forward to softly clink her glass, taking a swig as he watched her pink-tinted plump lips part as she brought her glass up to her mouth. 

“I believe you have the floor now,” he smiled, watching her blue eyes sparkle under the soft yellow lighting. 

“Okay serious question now, promise” she winked, “how are you finding the modern world?”

Bucky let out a long breath and chuckled to himself. "It definitely ain't the 40's anymore darlin'." 

Blue eyes regarded him as she tilted her head to the side. "That daunting huh?" 

"And more." He said giving her a lopsided smile. "It's not just the technology that's changed, ya know? It's people too. The way people treat eachother. In some ways the world is a lot more accepting and in others..." His voice trailed off. 

"Like we're always fighting each other for someone else's agenda?" She finished for him.

“Exactly,” he agreed.

He leaned back in his seat and appraised her as he tilted back his bottle and swallowed a mouthful of beer. Hazel did the same, winking at him over the rim of her martini glass and he felt himself flush under her scrutiny. He liked it. 

“What made you come here tonight?” He asked.

“Nancy asked me to make up numbers,” she shrugged, nodding her head towards the organiser in the green dress. “She minded my baby for me last week so I owed her one.”

“Oh?” Bucky raised his eyebrow. “What’s your baby called?”

“Trevor. He’s a total asshole but I adore him,” Hazel gushed. “He’ll sulk for days if I leave him with anyone other than Nancy.”

“Yeah,” Bucky swallowed awkwardly. “I guess kids can be funny like that.”

“Kid?” Hazel threw her head back and cackled. “Trevor’s my cat!”

"Oh...OH!" Bucky chuckled, feeling a little bashful over the misunderstanding. But then with Hazel's laugh, Bucky couldn't help the way his own grew louder. 

Hazel's shoulders shook as she tapered off into a giggle and her eyes creased at the corners, lashes glistening with unshed tears. She was gorgeous, her whole personality infectious and Bucky was more than ready to throw caution to the wind, steal her away from this stupid event. 

"I, uh... I like cats..." Bucky said suddenly, voice going up like it was a question, and the laughter started all over again. He hadn't felt this loose, his heart this full of something that wasn't dread or fear, in years.

"You do?" Hazel perked up and her soft smile curled to the side. 

"I have one," Bucky nodded, "Alpine. Sweet little thing. Feisty too."

"Like father, like daughter, clearly." She teased, her finger rolling down the stem of her glass. "Can I meet her sometime?"

"I'd like that," Bucky smiled at her. "You look amazing in that dress by the way."

"What? This little ole thing?" she quoted. "It's fabulous dahling, I was always told 'go big or go home'. The best advice I've ever been given."

"Who told you that?" Bucky asked curiously.

"My Nan," Hazel smiled at the memory, pausing to take another sip from her glass.

“Must’ve been one wonderful woman as well,” he offered with a tender smile. 

“That she was. And, thank you.” Hazel smiled back, eyes glossy. 

“So Mr. Barnes, I think we’ve defeated speed-dating. Very succesfully, if I might add,” she winked at the soft laugh that slipped from Bucky’s lips. 

Hazel moved her hand and rested it softly atop his and he was absolutely certain from the little twitch upwards at the corner of her lips, that she could see the flush creeping up his neck and cheeks. 

“You think your partner back there would mind if we took our drinks somewhere else?”  she asked pointing Sam’s way with her plush lips.

"Wouldn't care if he did." Bucky grinned, taking another swig of his beer, "what about you? Do you think Nancy is gonna flip if you leave?" 

Hazel glanced over her shoulder at Nancy, too busy calming down a woman. "Nah, she's got her hands full." Those same blue eyes flickered back to him and his heart skipped a beat he was sure of it.

“Well then,” Bucky grinned, hopping up and sliding around the table to Hazel’s side because he was nothing if not a gentleman. He held out his warm hand out for her and something lit up inside him, a sparkling, soft glow in the darkness, as Hazel’s fingers curled around his. 

She giggled as she stood, straightening out the skirt of her dress with her free hand and Bucky took a moment to really take her in. 

“Why thank you, kind sir.” 

Bucky shrugged shyly, face warm as Hazel beamed up at him. If only he couldn’t see Sam giving him two goofy thumbs up over her head.

"Okay maybe walk a little faster though," Hazel giggled when Nancy gasped from the left of the room. 

The two of them made their way out onto the street in a bundle of laughs and quickened steps as Nancy yelled from the door of the shop. Hazel's cute pink dress was a mess in the wind from their scurried steps and Bucky couldn't help but laugh when he looked over at her to find her hair a mess around her beautiful face. 

"Here," he angled himself in front of her, blocking her from the breeze and used both hands to push the hair from her face. "Much better," he smiled, unaware or unbothered by the proximity of their lips as she stared up at him with light dancing across her blue eyes. 

"Thanks," she said, her cheeks turning red.

"Any time, beautiful" Bucky voiced as he stroked her flushed cheek tenderly with his gloved thumb.

"Now who's the smooth talker," Hazel laughed, so sweet and melodic Bucky hoped he could hear it everyday. 

"Still got something," he chuckled. "Where to next?" 

"Well, there's a small bar not far from here. Cozy booths we could sit side by side in... or across from each other you know, your choice." Her eyes shifted from his lips to his eyes and back, and it took every bit of willpower in him not to kiss her right there. 

"You really think I'm gonna wanna sit anywhere but right next to ya?" He said, moving his hands reluctantly from her face to offer his hand once more. "Lead the way darlin'."

Hazel grinned up at him. "Do you trust me?" 

He saw a twinkle of mischief in her eyes as he glanced down at her but something fluttered in his chest that made him feel like he could actually trust this woman. "and if I say yes?" 

She smirked and tugged on his hand, leading him further down the street. "Then you'd make my night." 

He couldn't help but laugh as they continued to walk in silence. One that didn't feel pressured or awkward. It was just the two of them enjoying each other's presence. Hazel stopped outside of a small brownstone and looked back at him. 

"This doesn't look like a bar, darlin'." He raised a brow. 

"That's because it's my apartment." Hazel bit her bottom lip softly as she looked up at him. "I figured if we wanted some place quiet that this might be the best spot and besides...I do need to feed Trevor."

Bucky didn't realise he could raise his eyebrow as high as he just did, blinking down at Hazel as his lips curved into a smirk. 

“You’re bold,” he murmured darkly, “I like it.” 

“My God, I thought you were about to run for the hills,” Hazel breathed, smacking him lightly on the arm — the left one. 

“Sweetheart, the day I run from a gorgeous woman like you will be the day I need my brain fixed… again.” 

Hazel’s cheeks turned a soft pink as she chuckled quietly and Bucky couldn’t help himself as his fingers found her jaw again,  the pad of his thumb gently stroking the apple of her cheek. 

“Last chance to back out,” she offered but Bucky shook his head. 

“You promised a cat,” he grinned.

“That I did, soldier.” She unlocked the door and led him inside. Locking it behind them as she entered. 

The place was cute, decorated in more color than Bucky had ever seen in his entire life. Completely out of place, the most scraggly cat he had ever laid eyes on. Trevor looked like he had gone five rounds with a wood chipper. 

“He was an alley cat,” Hazel set her purse on the long teal hallway table between a hot pink vase full of fake flowers and a funky looking bowl for her keys. “Believe it or not, Trevor is in better shape than he’s ever been.” 

“I’m sensing a theme,” Bucky teased, squatting before the cat and offering his hand. 

“I promise I don’t make a habit of bringing home strays,” Hazel laughed and her fingers ran through Bucky’s hair as she passed. The sensation curled his toes and forced his eyes upward to where she was disappearing around the corner. Nothing but pink tulle and long gorgeous legs.

“Christ,” he muttered under his breath and almost crawled after her until he managed to gather enough of his wits about himself to clamber to his feet.

He padded after her into a small kitchen, careful to keep his steps heavy so as not to startle her with his usual light-footed gait. The orange and hot pink accents in the room should have clashed but somehow they didn’t. They were perfectly Hazel. She turned to face him, a bottle of white wine in one hand, a bottle of whiskey in the other, and a cheeky smile on her beautiful face.

Bucky nodded his head towards the whiskey and stepped further into the kitchen as she busied about, pouring them both a glass. Handing him a cut glass tumbler with a healthy measure of amber liquid inside, she raised her wine glass in a wordless toast before taking a sip. Bucky was mesmerised at the way her tongue darted out to capture the stray droplet of wine that lingered on her bottom lip.

Before he even took a sip of the whiskey warmth filled his chest. He hadn't expected to take away anything from the ridiculous spectacle that was speed dating but here he stood, bashful and anxious before a beautiful woman who was anything but those two things. 

She set her wine glass down and pulled out a tiny can that had Trevor sounding off like a fire alarm as she struggled to open it. Bucky moved forward in an offer to help but her blue eyes flickered up to him in warning. Eventually she got the lid popped and fed Trevor as Bucky stood and watched her care for the mangled, scruffy looking alley cat. 

"You stand out like a sore thumb in here," she teased, looking up at him again before moving around the counter and ushering him through the house. 

"I'll confess I feel like one," he said as she sat across from him with her legs tucked under her. 

His tongue darted out over his bottom lip, saddened that she had curled away from him. Desperate to touch all of sudden. Like a love sick puppy, touch starved and wanting.

“Not enough to scare you I hope,” Hazel voiced, a small smirk tugging at her lips as she studied him fingers tapping the base of her glass. 

“Quite the opposite,” he declared his hand inching closer to where she had rested her free arm on the back of the sofa. 

“Good, I think we’d balance each other out perfectly,” she mused, her hand meeting him halfway like she had read his mind just as she took a sip of her wine. 

Her delicate fingers traced along the leather of his gloves and her eyes followed like she was lost in thought before she spoke again. 

“You know, you don’t have to hide with me.” Her blue eyes found his once more as her fingers curled into his. “I’m not saying you *have* to take them off if you don’t want to, just wanted you to know you were, safe." She finished with a smile so tender and genuine that he thought his heart was going to burst right out of his chest.

Bucky smiled and looked down at his hands. He always kept his gloves on unless he was in his apartment or on a mission if he needed to use the arm for strength. Licking his lips, he flexed one hand. "Thank you..." he told her. It was tempting to show her, to relax the worry in his mind. But he didn't want to frighten her either.

She continued to talk, her voice soft and lilting, and Bucky found himself mesmerised by her animated features and expressive hands. A rogue strand of hair was the only thing that interrupted her monologue as it flopped insistently over her forehead. Hazel crossed her eyes endearingly and pursed her lips to blow it out of the way with a chuckle of laughter that turned into a huff as it immediately returned.

Without a second thought Bucky reached forwards and stroked it gently out of her way, tucking the blonde strand behind her ear. The feel of her warm skin against his fingertips was heavenly and then he stilled with the realisation that he’d taken off his gloves. 

“There you are,” Hazel murmured, a smile of pure delight on her face as she leaned into the touch of his hand.

He can’t remember the last time he’d used his hands for such a soft gesture, for someone to see him so metaphorically naked and not be fazed in the slightest. 

“Hi,” he breathed, fingers still lingering on her cheek. 

“Hi, handsome,” Hazel whispered and then, “can I?” 

She gestured for his other hand and Bucky nodded, letting Hazel lead as she slid her palm along the vibranuim plates of his, her thumb stroking his wrist as if she’d feel a pulse there. And then he was cupping her cheeks, metal and flesh framing her perfect face.

"Do you feel anything?" She asks him and oddly enough he had never been posed with such a question. He had to think about it. 

Could he feel the softness of her skin, the warmth, the realness... or was it just his mind playing tricks on him. 

"It's not a trick question?" Hazel whispered, her eyes flickering back and forth over his expression. 

"I'm sort of sick of those," he leaned forward, their lips ghosting and breath tangling as he worked up the nerve to kiss her. "Questions are messy," he said. 

"You know what's not?" Hazel smiled and it made all the lines around her face crinkle, "kissing."

"I feel like-" Bucky started to say that it was messy, in fact kissing was the epitome of messy but Hazel was done conversation and her lips where colliding with his before he could protest further. They were delicate as she leaned into his touch and dragged her teeth over his bottom lip sending a thousand tiny shivers rolling through him like a wave. It had been a long time since he had been kissed, and even longer since anyone had turned him into knots the way Hazel was.

Bucky sighed softly as his eyes closed. He focused on the softness of her lips, the taste of her cherry chapstick. It wasn’t long before one hand moved to rest on the side of her neck, caressing her smooth skin with his thumb.

Hazel’s lips parted in a soft gasp as Bucky let himself get lost in the kiss. He licked into her mouth, deliberate and tentative all at once. He didn’t want to get this wrong, didn’t want to fuck up the first piece of human interaction to coax out the butterflies that had been hidden, scared away and buried away for the last 80 years. 

Hazel’s fingers skimmed along his jaw, scratching over the scruff of his stubble before they tangled into the fluff of hair behind his ears. 

Bucky’s breath hitched and someone made a keening little sound, muffled by lips and soft breaths. It wasn’t until Hazel moved in a little closer, kissed him a little softer, that he realised it was him.

His entire body was vibrating and he never wanted to let go of this feeling, to let go of her. He wanted to be here for as long as she would let him. 

His flesh hand found purchase in her hair, caressing her blond strands as their tongues danced together while he let his vibranium one travel down her neck. His metal fingers danced along her collarbone and arm as the sweet sounds of her muffled moans took over all of his senses. His hand stopped at her waist, grasping softly as he spoke into their kiss. 

“Need you closer, please.” He whined.

Hazel pulled away just enough to where she could speak. “Closer how, handsome?”

He couldn’t put his feelings into words; he was so intoxicated by her, as if the whiskey had actually overpowered the serum that ran through his veins. Sliding his hands lower he cupped her ass over the yards of silky chiffon and pulled her gently towards him.

Hazel laughed, a joyful, tinkling sound, as she let him guide her into straddling his thick thighs.

“Better?” She murmured, running her nose along the length of his jaw before ghosting her lips lightly over his.

“Much,” Bucky hummed as his palms dipped under the hem of Hazel’s dress, caressing the soft skin of her thighs. “Now, sweetheart… you and your gorgeous legs just sit pretty and let me love on you.” 

“Well, I know I can do that,” Hazel replied and Bucky could feel her smile, hear the quickening thud of her heart as he kissed her pillow-soft, dewy lips. 

There was nothing tentative about the kiss this time, he was determined to make Hazel feel good, to draw out every breath and gasp and moan like it was the only thing that mattered.

"I like you Hazel," Bucky huffed against her lips, needy for more but wanting to play every move carefully. "You surprised me."

"Is that a good," she tensed as his fingers tickled her thigh, "thing? You sound unsure."

"Oh darlin', it's a damn good thing I'm sure."

Hazel giggled softly as she ran one hand slowly through his hair, watching as the man beneath her practically melted. “You’re a little bit like a cat, yourself, you know that?” She smiled. “You practically vibrate when I touch you.”

“How can I not when you feel so good?” He rumbled, adding an extra purr to his words just to hear that laugh of hers again.

It worked. The peal of laughter she let out had his chest blooming with a warmth he’d not felt in years. His hands left her thighs, sliding up and around her back so that he could draw her close.

Hazel fit against his chest as if she’d been made for him, humming contentedly when he pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

“Thank you, Bucky,” Hazel murmured softly, tilting up to press a series of sweet kisses along his jaw. Bucky sighed, warmth flooding his belly. 

“What for, pretty girl?” 

“I know you didn’t want to be at that event but you took a chance, you let me see you.” 

“Couldn’t really say no, Hazel. You had me from the moment you kicked that girl out of her seat.” Bucky chuckled, kissing her again. He couldn’t stop, didn’t *want* to stop. 

“You mean *my* seat,” Hazel replied, flashing him that cheeky grin.

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[avengersfantasies]

A Night With Him in Bucharest - 5

Summary: You can sense something is wrong when you lose contact with Bucky, Sam, and Zemo, so you go to find and help them, but you believe you know who is behind the ambush on your lover and his friend.

What to expect: violent stuff

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            Something was wrong. You could feel it in your soul. Up until roughly fifteen minutes ago, you, Bucky, Sam, and Zemo were in perfect contact – your information being relayed to Bucky and Sam mostly – being so petty as to have Zemo communicate to you through the other two.

            “Could you route us through the containers?” Zemo would ask.

            “I’m sorry,” you’d say with a hint of pettiness. “Bucky, Sam, did you guys say something?”

            One of them would sigh before saying the same thing Zemo had just said. “Could you route us through the containers, please?”

“I’d be happy to,” you’d answer.

That was the last contact you had with them, however. Each second led to more anxiety when they didn’t respond. You would’ve settled to hear Zemo’s voice at this point. You continued to attempt contact for another fifteen minutes – making a total of thirty minutes before you finally gave in. You walked across the hallway and knocked on the door of your neighbors. They had a teenage daughter who loved to watch James, and you knew she was home at this time.

            “Hello!” The parents greeted you with a smile that quickly faltered when they saw how worried you were. “What’s up? Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” you answered through your anxiety. “Could Savannah watch James for a little bit? I had an emergency come up.”

“Sure thing,” they nodded. “Savannah!”

The teenager grabbed her backpack with her homework and laptop in it before heading across the hall with you. “I shouldn’t be too late,” you told her – hurrying and getting dressed into some appropriate clothing. “If I’m not back in a few hours, do you mind staying the night?”

Savannah stated that she didn’t mind, and once you were changed, you went into James’ room to tell him you had something to go take care of.

            “Momma?” The toddler looked confused at your outfit. You were wearing black tactical pants with a belt that consisted of two holsters – a gun in each one and a pocket on each side of your legs for your knives. You wore a black, long-sleeved shirt covered with a leather, bulletproof jacket and fingerless gloves. “What you wearin?”

“I have to go somewhere super important, okay buddy?” you told him – holding him close to you. “Savannah is here to watch you, so if you need anything she’ll be here.”

“You be back tonight?”

“I’ll try my best, buddy.” You wrapped your arms around him tightly – kissing him all over his head and face. “I love you.”

“I love you, momma,” he said – giving you a kiss on your cheek.

After bidding James and Savannah goodbye, you grabbed your AR15 and headed out of the apartment – hopping on your Suzuki Hayabusa and taking off towards the last location you had for the trio. You drove through the streets filled with heavy traffic – all of your skills still sharpened from when you were under Zemo’s control. At this moment, it’s the only time you thanked him. It didn’t take long to find the last location they were at – the high flames being a tell-tell sign that something was happening in the distance. You sped up – your adrenaline spiking – wanting nothing more than to get there and make sure the father of your son was okay. As you pulled up to the area, the destruction was much more than you originally anticipated. You pulled your black mask up to your face in an attempt to keep your cover. Getting off your bike, you took your AR15 from your back and carefully walked around the shipping containers – your eye up to the sight and finger hovering just over the trigger – ready to shoot at any moment. Peeking around the corner of the first row of containers, you saw a group of men trying to stealthily walk around with their own weapons aimed. If anything, you knew you didn’t want to draw attention to yourself if you could get away with it. Putting your rifle back on your back, you took out two of your knives – holding one in each hand and snuck up on the men. Once the first one was down, you’d no doubt be fighting…you knew you had to take down as many as possible before being discovered. You quietly climb up on top of a container and crept up to the men – wanting to see where they were heading. When you realized they had no idea where the trio was, you leapt from the container – taking two of them out on each side before kicking the one in front, spinning him around and slashing his neck.

“Still got it,” you quietly praised yourself – cleaning the blood off your knives on the dead men’s clothes. Noticing that they had 9mm ammo, you took it and kept it in one of your spare pockets just in case your pistols needed more in the event of a shootout.

You continued your search for the three men – taking out any enemies that you came across – doing everything as quietly as possible. You knew you’d be screwed if you drew the attention of everyone. You were one person, and super soldier or not, one versus multiples is never a good position to be put in if avoidable.

You heard a gunshot – your head quickly scanning the area around you. Had you been seen? Was someone shooting at the guys? You didn’t have time to find out. You followed the sound and eventually heard a familiar voice. It was Bucky’s voice, and he was trying to keep the collapsing container off the other two men who lay there unconscious. You quickly walked up to him.

“Bucky,” you breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked up at you. “What’re you doing here?”

“I lost contact with you guys,” you told him. “I came to help.”

“Where’s James?”

“With the babysitter,” you assured him. “He’s fine…let me help you.”

“Grab that end,” he instructed – nodding towards the other end of the container. “Gotta get it off ‘em.”

With the power of two super soldiers, you and he were able to move the large shipping container and pull them to safety. “What happened?” you asked.

“No idea,” Bucky panted. “We got separated, next thing I knew, there were explosions everywhere.”

“Right.” You were skeptical at his story. You didn’t think he was lying, but you also didn’t believe that it happened out of nowhere. You made that thought evident when Zemo finally woke up and got to his feet. Before he could say anything, you kicked him back to the ground – taking out one of your pistols and aiming it at him in between the eyes.

“Woah, woah,” he said – holding his hands up. “It’s me.”

“Yeah,” you seethed, “exactly.” You cocked the gun and pressed it against his forehead.

“Babe, put the gun down,” Bucky tried to plead. “He didn’t do this.”

You scoffed. “You really expect me to believe that?”

“James is right,” Zemo confirmed. “I did not do this.”

“I don’t believe you,” you spat – hovering over him. “I failed to kill him, so you’re taking matters into your own hands, is that it?”

            “Listen to them,” Sam cut in. “He didn’t do this.”

“This isn’t you,” Bucky pleaded, but his words did nothing to sway you as you continued to stare at Zemo and hold the gun to him. “You’re not a killer…not anymore.”

“Aren’t I, though?” you questioned. “That’s exactly what he made me into!”

Bucky gently rested his hand on your shoulder. “Think about James,” he begged. “We need to go home to him.”

“We will,” you argued, your finger beginning to pull the trigger. “Tell me,” you ordered Zemo. “Tell me the truth.”

“I did not set us up,” he continued to insist. “Why would I get myself in danger?”

You chuckled incredulously. “Because you’re you.”

“Please, don’t do this,” Bucky continued to beg. Zemo’s eyes looked over to Sam and Bucky, and if you weren’t mistaken, there was a hint of fear in them. “Let’s go home to our son.”

You pulled the gun away form Zemo’s forehead, and for a moment, there was a sigh of relief from the three of them, but that sense of relief was quickly shattered by the sound of a loud gunshot.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader #james bucky barnes #james bucky buchanan barnes #steve rogers fanfiction #the winter soldier #the winter soldier fanfiction #winter soldier #bucky x reader #bucky fanfic #bucky x you #a night with him in bucharest

[jackfrombaskinrobbins]

sam wilson x teen!reader headcanons

type of writing: headcanons / scenario

word count: 634

request: yes / no

original request: omg hi!! i absolutely adore your writing 💕 would you be open to doing some headcanons for sam wilson and a teen!reader? have a wonderful day, love <;33

dynamic: sam wilson x teen!reader

characters: sam wilson, reader

a/n: heh inspiration struck so two in one day it is 😈😈 i LOVED writing this request omg. i'm totally obsessed w/ sam wilson so i was sooo happy this was requested!! ty anon :D

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sam gives such older brother vibes to me

like no matter how old u are he’ll always treat you like a little sibling

well he and bucky both

at this point they’re a package deal

a lot of ur time is spent settling their argument

“hey, y/n. who pulls off this hat the best?”

“y/n!!! pancakes or waffles??”

“y/n tell bucky he’s wrong.”

theres a lot of that LMAO

anyways i feel like he would make u do stuff with him

like fun little adventures

y’all learned to crochet together

and u were pretty good ngl

but poor sam kept missing stiches

you made little frogs and his looked not rly like a frog

but u loved it anyway ofc

the two of you usually do grocery runs together

that’s like high time for ur gossip 😏

i mean guys this is sam wilson

he def knows a LOT of stuff

but he’s really engaged with like ur school & home life

he always makes sure ur ok

he is totally the type to text and call regularly

he would go to ur parent teacher conferences if u needed him to

and then he’d tell u all his thoughts about the teacher after 😭 

he’s rly perceptive with emotions

i mean he was a therapist like what do u expect

but whenever he senses ur down he’ll do something really nice

and like cook u something

bc sam can COOK

like COOK

and he’ll try to make you laugh

which always works because he’s actually hilarious

speaking of he’s so funny on missions too

he’s always talking on the earpieces and like he’ll just say the funniest stuff

and he swears like a sailor JUST SAYING 🤪

he’s so the type to swear in front of you all the time but then the moment u swear he’s like “what did you say 🤨🤨”

also he always is asking u fashion advice

“ok y/n. blue shirt red pants? or red shirt blue pants?”

“sam do you really want to look like one fish two fish red fish blue fish”

“yeah i guess you’re right 😞”

he always acts sad and then the moment you feel bad he’s like “GOTCHA 😜”

also whenever he’s away he’ll send you a ton of pictures

a lot of them are selfies of him and bucky and steve 

and they’re so funny

like he’s not trying to be funny but he literally is like a facebook minion meme mom

oh also no offense to him but he’s an AWFUL driver 😭 

like he goes way too fast and his music is so loud

but he lets u choose it so u don’t mind 🤩

it’s always kind of fun going in the car with him

you always text natasha a picture of u with him in the driver’s seat in the background and you say “if i die u know why”

and she just goes “have fun”

lol

you and him go on runs together

and that’s rly fun

well ok ik running is hard

but as a runner its sooo much more fun suffering through it with someone else 🥳

whenever u run u do that like shareplay thing on spotify

and he always judges ur music like 😑

ok mr “i listen to the same album for like five months in a row”

oh he is so the type to take u on like one on one lunches and stuff

i think that’s smth the avengers would do with their younger members to make sure they’re alright

and he always does it with u bc ur best friends ofc ‼️

y’all are so petty to each other

but u do really think the world of him

and he thinks the world of you too 🫶

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[barnesafterglow]

drabbles/headcanons: idk give me anything college/frat!au related. i'm in a mood

for steve, bucky, both, idc.

both? both.

You met Steve first. Wanda had dragged you to a frat party to meet her new boyfriend, Sam, and Sam introduced you to Steve. Immediately, you all hit it off, dancing and reigning champions at beer pong (he carried the team but he would never admit it). You ended the night on the roof, stargazing and talking about life, and you thought you might have fallen a little bit in love with him right then.

You met Bucky a week later, when he took your favorite table in the library and instead of finding another table, you were petty and sat down right beside him. He didn't do anything but smile and say you were, of course, welcome. Neither of you talked for a little while, but then you noticed he was studying for one of the same classes you were taking, and you hit it off right away, the same as Steve, and you talked and talked until the librarian finally had you shoo you out. You thought you might have fallen a little bit in love with him right then.

Which, fuck, you couldn't be feeling this way about two people at the same time, right? It wasn't fair. But you were at your heart's mercy and your heart said you wanted to see where it could go with both of them.

So you told them both upfront that you weren't strictly exclusive (for the time being) and they both took it with grace, although they each made a point about them not seeing anyone else. After a couple weeks, you were in an absolute shit storm because god if you weren't falling for both of them.

Wanda picked on you incessantly, of course, because she was your best friend and had the right to do so (her words, not yours). But when she finally realized you were in serious trouble, she sat down with you and tried to help you figure it out, but you were at a loss.

It wasn't until you saw them together at another party that everything clicked into place. The best friend they had each talked about but you had never met, and oh god you were so screwed, because you couldn't break up a friendship like that and you were going to lose both of them.

They spotted you at the same time, eyes wide, and exchanged a few words before making their way over to you.

"Hi," they both said at the same time, like they had fucking planned it, and you just stared at them, jaw practically on the floor at the realization.

"I didn't know you all were friends. I'm so sorry." You took a step back, not knowing how to react. "I'm just gonna...go."

"Wait," Steve said, gently grabbing your arm.

"We don't mind sharing." The smirk on Bucky's lips didn't help in figuring out if he was serious or not, but you were willing to go with it.

Turns out, they really didn't mind sharing, because they took you upstairs, had a long talk with you, and then showed you that they might be falling a little bit in love with you too.

#i hate this actually #but oh well #stucky #stucky x reader #elle <3 #tiff answers #tiff writes #she's back sleepover

[avengerscompound]

The Tower - The King and I

The Tower - The King and I

Series Masterlist

Pairing:  Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 3143

Warnings:  smut (MF, Rimming, vaginal sex, anal sex)

Synopsis:  After a long day on the throne, Thor and Elly take time to relax with each other

Author’s Note: Requested by  @unnecessarypineapplesstuff on Tumblr,  and KaylaCallahan  & K-Destiiny on Wattpad. You can send in your requests too.

Takes place after Happily Ever After

The King and I

The day had been long and mentally exhausting.  It felt like every resident of Asgard had come in wanting Thor to help adjudicate their petty squabbles.  As I sat through them all with him in the afternoon, I could see how frustrated he was becoming.

Thor is a good man.  Kind.  Wise.  Loving.  Despite my feelings about monarchy, he’s a good king and does his best by his people who have multiple times rejected the idea of democracy.  He always listens to his advisors and us, as well as his people when he makes a decision.  The problem is, he hates it.  He hates being confined to a throne when he could be out doing something physical.  When it’s all little stuff, he gets very antsy, longing for the wind in his hair and something to smash.

I tried to help him be arbiter over the myriad of little grievances, such as broken windows due to children playing in the street, the ownership of certain animals, a farmer who wanted to know if he could graze his animals on royal land, and someone complaining about their neighbor hosing down the path in front of their store.  If the answer was simple or could have been dealt with just some simple common sense and consideration of others, I’d take the reins, letting Thor have a moment to switch off.  By the end of the day, if two women had come in arguing about which one of them was a baby’s mother, King Solomon style, I wouldn’t have been surprised.

When the last person had left the throne room Thor stood and stretched.  “Come, my queen.  We should return to our family.”

I stood and took his hand. “We have time before we need to get back,” I said as I looked up at him.  The way he was standing was so tense, it was like every single one of his muscles was being held taut.  “You need some fresh air.”

He furrowed his brow for a moment as he looked down at me and slowly his face softened.  “Did you have something in mind?”

“The seed of an idea,” I said and tapped my earrings. 

The armor from my suit bled out over me and I clipped Sanguine to my back.  Thor’s face lit up and he unhooked Mjolnir from his belt.  “Lead the way, my life.”

I took off flying out through the open doors at the end of the throne room.  Thor was not far behind and I flew up and banked to the left, cruising over the edge of the city below.  My head-up display took note of everything below, keeping a lookout for a store that sold beauty products.

When it alerted me that it had located one, I landed on the street just outside.  Thor landed just after me as my suit was retracting.  “What are we doing here?” he asked.

“Just a quick stop,” I said.

I went inside the small store.  It was cluttered with shelves, each holding various bottles and jars.  They ranged from ornate hand-blown glass bottles in a rainbow of iridescent colors, to tiny little brown clay pots with wooden lids.  Each item had a thick piece of brown parchment tied to it with the name of the item and what it did written in runes.  Dried herbs hung in the window and behind the counter was a bench covered in ingredients of all kinds.  At the bench, a young woman with long blonde hair with small braids that had dried flowers weaved into it, and a floaty white gown, sat crushing something with a huge mortar and pestle.  She looked up when she saw us and her eyes went wide.  She nearly knocked her stool over as she rushed over to serve us.  “Your majesties,” she said, bowing to us.  “I am at your service.”

“I’m looking for massage oil,” I said as I glanced around the room.  I had been learning Asgardanian since we moved here, but I wasn’t sure it was enough for me to be able to tell if something was safe to use as a lubricant if we needed it.  I didn’t want to give Thor too many hints about what I was planning, but I either had to ask him or the shopkeeper and I didn’t know if I wanted her to know our personal business.

Of course, your majesty,” she said and led me to some shelves on the far wall.  Each oil bottle was beautiful and ornate, in different colors with gold accents, and had an elaborate glass stopper.  I started looking at the labels and holding them up to Thor to smell.

I leaned up to his ear and whispered.  “Are these okay for sex stuff?” I whispered.

Thor laughed and put his arm around me, pulling me tight to his side.  “Oh, I see what’s happening here.  You do have some plans.”  He took the bottle from me and looked over the label.  “They will work for your nefarious plans.”  I broke down into giggles and tried to hide it by holding one of the bottles to my nose and breathing in deeply.

Together we chose a bottle that smelled a little like wood and vanilla.  I also grabbed a bar of soap that smelled like honey.  I paid and we stepped back outside.  I was about to call my armor again when I spotted a store over the road selling linens.  I hurried over with Thor on my heel.  We didn’t even step inside because I found exactly what I wanted hanging on a rack out the front.  It was a big green rug with golden knotwork on it.  It had an almost mink feel to it and I kept running my palm over it as Thor paid the middle-aged-looking man who ran the store.

“Was there anything else you were after, my queen?” Thor asked.

“Nope,” I said.  “This is good.”

I pressed my earrings and my suit bled out again, this time with a case to hold the glass bottle of oil safely but I kept hold of the rug.  “Let’s go,” I said and took off.

We just spent some time flying.  I knew that it would help Thor to let go of his exhaustion and frustration.  He liked the feel of the wind in his hair and the crackle of lightning on his skin as he was pulled along behind Mjolnir.  Plus it was nice to see his country from above.  It glittered like a jewel and when it was at peace, it was a good way to remember that those petty grievances he was dealing with today came out of a people who had no big worries.  The city was running well and prosperous.

After a few laps of the city I banked away, sticking to the coast. Thor followed after me, occasionally calling out to me to ask where we were going or what I was looking for.  I’d just all out to him to be patient, I’d know when I saw it.  While I was looking for something in particular, I mostly just wanted to fly for a while.

It wasn’t too long before I spotted a small secluded bay on the coastline.  It was a perfect crescent shape with a forest that grew right up to the white sands of the beach and beautiful turquoise water that got darker and darker as it moved past the bay and closer to the edge of the planet.

I landed and I grabbed my purchases as my suit retracted.  Thor landed beside me, sending sand whipping down the beach.  “This is a beautiful spot.  Did you know of it already?” he asked.

“No.  I just thought it looked nice,” I said.  I set the oil and soap down and spread out the blanket on the sand.  Thor set Mjolnir down on the edge of the blanket to stop it from blowing away, and I did the same with Sanguine at the opposite edge.

I started to unclasp my pauldron from my breastplate.  “What are we doing here?” Thor said as he began to undress as well.  I set the heavy armor down and moved onto the ties of my dress.  “I thought we could swim,” I said.

“I didn’t bring a swimsuit,” he said.

I let my dress fall.  I was naked underneath and I stepped out of the fabric with a smirk.  “Neither did I.”

I grabbed the soap and rushed into the water.  It was cold enough that as soon as I hit the water my skin broke out in goosebumps and my nipples pebbled.  I had time to acclimatize as it took Thor a little while to get out of all his armor and clothes.  I slowly eased myself into the water and washed myself with the soap, scrubbing my skin so that by the time he was in, I’d sunk down so only my head was above the surface of the water and I smelled like a mixture of salt and honey.

Thor approached me, hugging his large arms around himself.  “How are you not cold?” he asked.

“Because I have body fat, unlike some Norse gods that I know,” I teased as I waded over to him, letting the waves push me along.

He caught me in his arms and pulled me up tight against him.  “Mmm… you are warm.  Maybe you can warm me up.”

I laughed and leaned up and kissed him. “Be patient,” I said and began to run the soap over his body.  “You’ll get used to it.”

I washed him carefully, running the soap over his chest and arms and down his back.  He gradually relaxed as he got used to the water and I caressed his skin.  My fingers slipped between his ass.  He hummed and tilted forward a little, pushing his ass out against me.

“You’re so eager,” I giggled.

“You bought special oil,” Thor said. “Can you blame me, lover?”

“But the oil is back on the sand,” I laughed and soaped up my hand and began to run it up and down his shaft.

He groaned and pressed his forehead against my temple. “That’s not helping,” he said in a deep rumble.

“Okay,” I said.  “We can get out.  Go and lie on your stomach.”

Thor laughed and hoisted me up over his shoulder.  I squealed and broke down into giggles as he carried me out of the water.  The initial hit of the air after being in the cold water brought on another wave of goosebumps, but the sun was warm enough that by the time he set me on the rug, they’d already passed.

I grabbed the oil as he got comfortable and straddled his waist so I was sitting on his butt with him spread out under me, pillowing his head with his arms.  Even seeing Thor as much as I did, it was still easy to forget how large he was.  I felt dwarfed as I sat above him.  I poured the oil onto his back and his muscles all tensed, making his back ripple.  I licked my lips as I watched and pushed my hands down on his back.

He quickly began to relax as I slowly and carefully massaged his back.  My hands moved down his back from his shoulders, pushing out from his spine.  His muscles popped as they released their tension and he let out a deep moan every time it happened.  It made me wet hearing him.  By the time I reached his lower back, I was sure he must have been able to feel how wet I was because my thighs were damp and sticky.

I shimmied down his thighs and began to massage his ass.  He moaned and lifted his hips and spread his legs a little, wiggling his ass at me.  I couldn’t help but laugh and I gave his butt a playful spank.  “You are trouble,” I teased.

I didn’t keep him in suspense though.  I moved between his legs and spread his ass cheeks with my hands.  Thor shivered slightly and tilted his hips up and I leaned in.  My tongue curled around his balls and I sucked one into my mouth.  Thor groaned and shifted onto his knees more.  It gave me better access and I moved from one ball to the next before swiping my tongue up his perineum to his asshole.  He tasted of salt and honey thanks to the fact I washed him, but this was the beach, and with beaches came sand.  Each lap of my tongue meant more grit got into my mouth and I knew I wasn’t going to want to keep this up for long.  Thankfully I didn’t need to because even just prodding at his asshole with the point of my tongue seemed to send him into an animalistic need.  He turned on me, no longer willing to be teased, and he pushed me down onto my stomach and pulled my hips back against him.

“Fuck,” I gasped and the sudden change.  I spread my legs as he moved between them and looked back at him looming over me, his hand wrapped around his cock.

“No more games,” he said as he pressed the wide head of his cock against my entrance, and with a hard shove he thrust in.  I was pushed forward as he bottomed out inside me, and I cried out at the sting of his cock hitting my cervix.

He gave me the briefest of moments to adjust, running his hand up my spine and kissing my shoulder, and then he began to thrust.  He was like a man possessed.  There was no gentleness or warmth to his actions, he just railed into me, shoving me forward with every snap of his hips.  I tried to push myself up onto all fours, but I was immediately shoved back forward again.  I ended up bracing my arms in front of me, with my back curved down, so I looked like a cat mid-stretch.

“Norns,” Thor groaned as he gripped my hips.  “I will never tire of this.  You always feel so good.”

I couldn’t even form the words to answer him.  Every time he thrust into me, his balls would slap against my pussy and such an intense jolt would pass through me, making me cock drunk.  I moaned and clenched around him, pushing back, trying to get more from him.

He wrapped his arm around me and danced a spark along my skin, it passed through my clit and I cried out, my legs kicking out behind me as pleasure surged through me.  “Fuck!” I cried, my whole body clenching up at once.

His hand slid down to my pussy and he started to rub my clit in the same.  I could barely hold myself together.  The only thing stopping me from collapsing onto my stomach was Thor’s hand at my hip.  He sent another jolt through my clit and everything seized up and my orgasm tore through me.  I cried out loudly, my voice echoing through the bay as I gushed on Thor’s cock.

“Gods!” Thor groaned as he pulled out of me.  I collapsed onto my stomach, breathing heavily as lights popped in front of my eyes.  Thor grabbed the oil and drizzled some between my asscheeks.  I moaned and clenched up as the cool liquid hit my skin.  He slicked his cock with it and pressed the head of his cock against my asshole.

He pressed his entire body down on mine, completely engulfing me under him and wrapping his arms under my chest and he began to push in.  This was not the first time we'd done this, not by a long shot.  If it had been, Thor would have been much more careful about stretching me out first.  I could take him, and yet the sting and the burn as my ring muscle stretched and he filled me, was intense.  I whined pitifully under him and kicked my legs as I tried to relax and take him.

I wanted this.  He knew I wanted this as soon as I had asked him what oil I could use as lube.  I loved the way pleasure and pain mixed.  I loved feeling stretched out and filled. 

He pulled back and pushed himself up on his knees, so just the head of his cock was penetrating me.  He grabbed the oil and poured more of it over his cock and my ass, shallowly thrusting in and out as he did to push the oil inside me.  I moaned and arched my back. “Thank you, Thor.”

“You’re very welcome, my life,” he said, pressing himself against me and wrapping his arms around my chest.  He started to roll his hips, each push forward into me went a little deeper.  I felt like I was breaking apart under him.  I moaned and whimpered under him, my toes curling and my fingers grasping at the blanket in front of me.  My fingers closed around the handle of Mjolnir and all at once electricity flowed through me.  It danced off our bodies, sparks flying out as he brought me closer and closer to the edge.  “Thor!  God… I can’t…” I babbled as I reached down under me with my free hand.  He pulled me into a hard kiss and he thrust into me harder and faster.

I started to rub my clit and that little extra sensation to my already overstimulated senses sent me reeling over.  Thor groaned as my ass clenched tight around him and he shoved in deep and came with me.  There was an almighty crack as a bolt of light crashed down, passing through us to the ground below, the whole bay lighting up suddenly and then falling dark.

I lay under Thor breathing heavily as my body settled and my eyes readjusted to the light.  Thor slowly slipped out of me and rolled over onto his back, and I curled into him, putting my head on his chest as it rose and fell with each breath.  “Do you think we made another sex sculpture?” I asked.

He laughed and played with my hair. “I am sure of it,” he said. “And yes, I will send someone to bring it home for us.”

I smiled and leaned up and pecked his lips.  He held me in place to deepen it, and when he pulled back and looked into my eyes.  “Thank you for this, my life.  I needed it.”

“You’re very welcome,” I replied and kissed him again.  “Shall we head back?”

He hummed and shook his head.  “Soon.  Let’s just lie here for a little longer.”

I relaxed against him and closed my eyes, basking in my post-orgasm afterglow and the setting sun.

~ END ~

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[insomniumstella]

bitter end 

bucky x reader

summary: y/n could've never imagined attending Bucky's wedding if she wasn't the woman in white, but the Universe has a funny way of putting things in order. this is part two to traitor  

warnings: probably none, except for possible foul language??

word count: 1,875

author’s note: thank you to the scumbag that is my ex-boyfriend for the inspiration, again. you’re truly full of surprises. also, i received a bunch of messages with ideas for a “sequel” which i was against until this sh*t happened. i’m sorry for making Bucky suffer, and for ignoring all ideas of “happy endings”, but i do promise to make it up with a fluffy fic sometime soon. anyway, much love to all the beautiful babes who ever had their hearts broken!

She could remember running her eyes over the words again and again as if the letters would somehow rearrange themselves once she memorized every curve of the ink set deep within the layers of the glittering white paper that was Bucky's and Mila’s wedding invitation.

HAPPILY EVER AFTER

James & Mila — 2022.06.11. The ceremony starts at 4PM.

Lake Shore Drive, Lake George NY 12845

There was no reason, other than pettiness, and perhaps jealously too, for Mila to send y/n an invitation to their wedding. The girl couldn’t think of a single, sane reason she had decided to attend it either, but there she was, standing in the backless, silk dress Bucky had bought as a gift for their first anniversary, solely because emerald green was his favorite color, and he thought it suited y/n’s skin like no other color could.

She didn’t spot Bucky in the crowd of people that filled the dimly lit venue. A flash of white though, a color she dreaded all night to notice as y/n couldn’t envision attending the ceremony, caught her eye — Mila ran a perfectly manicured hand over her swollen belly, smiling at some people y/n didn’t care too much about recognizing.

The universe had a funny way of putting things in order. Less than a year ago, y/n called Bucky Barnes her boyfriend, and now he was a married man with a child on the way. What is meant for you will find you, Wanda’s words replayed in her mind, what is meant for you will stay. The girl had a hard time wrapping her head around the fact that James Buchanan Barnes was not the person meant for y/n to love and cherish ‘till the end of the line. The person that is truly destined to be a permanent part of your life will fight for you because they can’t imagine a day without you. A fish can’t live without water, can it? She had been struggling to keep her head above the water for a while now; gasping for air as she waited for Bucky to save her, yet he never did. It’s time to let go of the past. Wanda was right. You won’t get to experience the future otherwise. 

She didn’t realize how much she needed fresh air until her high heels made contact with the hardwood panels of the venue’s upstairs balcony. She ran a hand over the smooth railing, relishing in the crisp scent of pine trees when a sudden realization dawned upon the girl. Her favorite color was no longer green — it was pink now. She’d play The Chain by Fleetwood Mac on repeat instead of Vienna by Billy Joel because Vienna used to be their song, and they no longer existed. Sam had noticed the absence of creamer in y/n’s morning coffees, and Wanda had been surprised by her sudden interest in baking. To James, the wedding was a celebration, to y/n, it was a goodbye; he was a memory, she was a stranger. 

“I must say,” Bucky's voice cut through the suffocatingly heavy and silent night’s air as he emerged into the balcony, “I’m surprised you showed up.” A soft chuckle followed the statement.

Propping her forearms on the railing, y/n leaned against the metal. She thought about throwing a sarcastic remark his way, but there was only one thing on her mind - a question so heavy, y/n couldn’t bear to carry it on her shoulders for a minute longer. “Did you know?”

Did you know? was a question Bucky shouldn’t have hesitated to answer. “Yes.” He sighed, turning his head in her direction. They were the only people occupying the balcony. The full moon cast a cool glow on Bucky’s face, illuminating the same features y/n was once in love with. “I knew Mila was pregnant when we had sex.” 

She nodded but stayed silent because there were no words she could’ve used to express the hurt and betrayal that burned in her heart. I knew Mila was pregnant when we had sex, and yet he lied through his teeth that he loved her.

“Are you mad?” He suddenly asked after a few moments of excruciating silence, keeping his eyes firmly set on y/n. She didn’t dare to meet his gaze.

Considering both a yes and a no, “no,” she hissed.

“No?” Bucky repeated, not caring to disguise the surprise in his tone. 

“No.” This time her voice was much louder as she turned her head in his direction. “Is that a surprise too?”

“Slightly.” He shrugged his shoulders. 

It was her turn to chuckle. Either James Buchanan Barnes had always thought very little of y/n, or he truly didn’t know her anymore — didn’t know her favorite breakfast spot, the car she’d pick for a late-night drive, the fact that she was capable of leaving behind the anger his actions evoked months ago.

“I would’ve done anything for you.” She gripped the railing, staring at the peacefully still lake ahead of them. “I wasn’t too hard to love, James, you’re just a pathetic excuse of a man.” Her voice remained calm, but her tone dripped with poison.

“Doll, let-“ He spoke up, but y/n quickly interjected. 

“Do not call me doll ever again. God, Barnes, have some respect, your pregnant wife might be looking for you this very moment.” She waved a hand in his face when the soldier opened his mouth to speak. “You, I’ll forgive. It’s me, the girl who fell in love with James Barnes in the first place, whom I can’t. Do you know what that’s like? To look in the mirror every morning and see a person you can’t recognize because you don’t remember them being so weak they managed to fall for obvious lies and false promises?” 

“For what it’s worth, you’re not weak if you’ll eventually be able to forgive me.”

“Mmhm.” Her voice was barely a mumble as she rolled her eyes at his mournful tone.

He continued to stare at y/n while she continued staring at the scenery. Shifting in place for a second, as if deciding whether leaving was an option better than lingering around, James came to stand behind y/n. Their hands slightly brushed as he gripped the metal, trapping her between the railing and his chest. He was so close she could feel the intoxicating warmth of his body and smell the remains of that particular cologne she had gifted him two Christmases ago. She thought she was mostly over it, but it was too much, too quickly, and y/n shut her eyes closed to keep herself from crying.

“You didn’t fall for lies, y/n.” James caressed her knuckles with his flesh hand. Her left wrist was no longer adorned with the cheap but sentimental bracelet he got y/n on their first date. The discovery came as an unpleasant surprise. “I couldn’t have dated someone I wasn’t in love with.”

Lies, lies, lies, she thought, but turned around nonetheless, running her fingers along the silhouette of his jawline. “Is that so?” The soft touches of her skin against James’s left a burning trail in their path. “You love Mila? In every sense of the word?” She put heavy emphasis on the word every because they both knew he couldn’t love Mila the way he used to love y/n — at least the way he once pretended to love her. 

“Yes.” James took a bit longer to answer than he wanted to.

“Once a liar, always a liar, huh?” She smiled, finding the reply amusing. “Perhaps both of our memories have been tainted, and,” the girl paused for effect, placing her hands on his shoulder, “there was never an us in the first place.” She ran her fingers over the man’s taunt arm muscles before smiling again. “If our relationship was an illusion, how could I know The Winter Soldier’s definition of genuine love?” 

James had to forcibly swallow as if he was fighting back tears. “What are you talking about?” Her hand wrapped around the soldier’s neck; a warning. “It wasn’t an illusion.” The tremble in his voice was a dead giveaway of the sorrows that burdened his conscience.

“The woman who’s carrying your child,” she addressed Mila without mentioning her name out of spite, “does she know? Does she know that the one and only apology I’ve ever gotten from her husband, he spelled out on my clit?” James averted his gaze, but y/n gripped his chin, forcing the man to look at her. “Has she seen the scar?”

“No.” Bewilderment and shame painted his expression. “I couldn’t tell her.” 

“Oh.” She raised her eyebrows. “Why didn’t you show Mila the scar, Bucky?” False confusion etched its way into her tone. Bucky, he winced at the nickname. Though he was towering over the girl, it was undoubtedly clear who had the upper hand. A tense silence fell between the pair. “A liar and a coward.” She finally chuckled. “That was all you ever were. That is all you ever will be.”

Ducking to escape the confine of his arms, y/n glided to stand in front of James. He didn’t realize how tightly he had been gripping the railing until he was turning around to look at her. Much to his surprise, y/n’s face held no signs of emotions. Instead, it was so eerily blank, her icy stare sent goosebumps down his back. 

"Babe?" A figure emerged from the hallway and into the balcony. "You’ve been gone for a while, and I started getting worried.”

She took a step forward, letting their chest slightly brush against each other, and placed her hands on his shoulders. Just for a split second, y/n was a spitting image of the same girl he had fallen in love with over three years ago — warm, and loving, and as mournful as it was to admit it, almost his. Yet James blinked, and the illusion shattered. For better or for worse, the woman who stood in front of him, James couldn’t recognize. 

"Don't keep Mila waiting," she smiled, gently fixing the collar of his dress shirt, "she's your wife, after all."

Scrunching his eyebrows, James silently pleaded for y/n to stay, whether it'd be for a minute or a lifetime longer. One more chance, y/n, he thought, one more chance is all I need.

"Babe?" 

Sliding her arms down his chest, y/n let them fall to her sides before quickly smoothing her silk dress. "Enjoy the rest of your night, Sergeant." A final goodbye, said without any malice or hurt in y/n's tone as emotion returned to her features. "Captain," she turned around, acknowledging Steve, "care for a drink?"

It was a nightmare for James. The blonde's childish grin, his innocent eyes. The woman wrapping her hand around Steve's bicep while he nodded at Bucky as if to say have fun, pal. James snickered. See you Monday, he thought, silently imitating Steve's stern voice, don't forget to consummate the wedding. 

“Shall we?” Steve’s voice cut through the heavily awkward tension as he addressed y/n. 

She smiled, glancing at James for the last time before her eyes fell back on her boyfriend. "After you, Captain."

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[annab-nana]

🐚 “i appreciate you for you.” + bucky barnes

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❀ masterlist ❀

acts of service. that was how you showed you cared about someone else. it was your love language. even if you had millions of other things to do, you'd say yes to anyone who asked for your help.

after a while though, you felt like you were giving more than you were receiving which was fine. but when you sat back and thought about it, you wondered if that was the reason people kept you around, to use you. you were convenient. you were nice and easy to take advantage of. but it made you feel good to help other people. so you did, continuously.

thankfully, you had some friends who could help pick out the bad apples for you. nat specifically was great at telling who didn't show you the same care you showed them and she steered you away.

bucky barnes was different than most of your friends. sometimes, you wondered if you were even considered friends. you thought so, but at the same time, you questioned it. he didn't take you up on your offered help when you tried. he preferred to do things on his own. he was like nat in how he'd guide you away from those who wanted to take advantage of your helpful nature. except, he wasn't as subtle as nat. no, he actually made himself and his actions very known.

"you can't just do that," you mumbled, pulling bucky's jacket closer over your frame to shield yourself from the bitter winter air. you could’ve been petty and not taken his coat when he offered it but it was too cold to say no.

"nat does it all the time," he countered. you could tell in his tone he felt justified in his actions and it rubbed you the wrong way.

"nat is nice about it. you were mean."

"i was not."

you scoffed. "you told him that if he didn't leave soon, you'd make him leave and you called him an asshole."

"he was."

you groaned and turned to face him, making him stop like you did. "why did he bother you so much? i was just trying to help him."

"that's not your responsibility."

"i'm not your responsibility!" you raised your voice—something you almost never did—before you realized your volume and took in a deep breath. "why don't you let me help you?" you inquired in a soft voice, one so soft you feared he may not even hear you.

"what?"

"i said-"

"no," bucky started, "why are you bringing that up? what does that have to do with this?"

"because. because i like to help people. i like doing the little things no one likes to do. i like offering advice or being a listening ear. i like to be there for people and to help any way i can. i feed off of it. it makes me feel important and needed and you don't let me which is okay, but why do you keep me around if it's not because you see me as a child you have to look out for?"

bucky let out a sigh and ran a gloved hand over his face. "i don't view you like that, y/n. i appreciate you for you. i just don't want you to feel used because i've been used and i hated the feeling, despised it. i don't what that for you. i like you the way you are, not because you do things for me," bucky paused and glanced at your small smile, "am i making sense or just blabbering at this point?"

you nodded. "you're making sense."

"then why are you smiling like that?"

"because that was sweet." you snickered at bucky's rolling eyes. "aww," you began to tease, poking lightly at his side, "have you never been called sweet before?"

"no, i've been called sweet before. i'm one of the sweetest people you'll ever meet." it was your turn to roll your eyes. "but hey, let's not mention this sweetness business to sam, yeah? i won't hear the end of it."

"okay, but on one condition." he gave you his full attention. "you let me help you from time to time."

"i guess we can work something out, but can i have one condition too?"

"um, yeah. what is it?"

"let me take you out, like on a date." he was all of a sudden nervous and you found it quite adorable. you reached forward and held his hand in yours to help calm him.

"i think that can be arranged, barnes."

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[jimmythejiver]

Reminder that Peggy Carter sucks in both the movies/extended universe and comics, but for two different reasons. It is pointed out many times that movie/show version is based on comic book Nazi double agent Cynthia Glass, so much that they casted Haylee Atwell to look like her, and she's a British government agent. Nuff said.

Comic book Peggy is if you had Scarlett O'Hara but blond working in the French resistence with all the values dissonance that creates. Comic Peggy is a descendent of Virginian plantation slave owners (her being British in movie is an invention to bypass this uncomfortable fact while ignoring the complacency of British Imperialism and it's human rights violations) and in comics her and Sharon live that "genteel, romantic antebellum" inspired upbringing of exploited wealth and it's never explored in any way than as set dressing to these white writers because they think this archetye is 'murica girlboss and thematically contrasts Steve's northerner immigrant background, see. Comic Peggy married Howling Commando Gabe Jones who is black and nothing of her past is addressed about this legacy and then she gets alzheimers and thinks she's still with Steve causing a rift in her marriage and with Steve and Sharon's already weird relationship because before this development by later writers, it was never Stan Lee's intention that Steve dated both Peggy and Sharon who were originally sisters not aunt and niece and then great-aunt and great-niece as time passed from whenever Steve was thawed. Then Peggy dies of old age as the waste of space she was (liberating those poor French notwithstanding) and we still stuck with Sharon the S H.I.E.L.D. cop who shot Steve, but oh it's ok, see she was brainwashed, see. I hate the Carter's and knowing Marvel has no balls to make Bucky, Sam or Jack Moneoe his bf, if I wanted Steve with a woman, I'd rather it be with Bernie Rosenthal who he met sometime after being thawed and almost married before Sharon undied herself or Betty Ross who Peggy replaced in Canon as his war love interest because oops Stan Lee named Hulk's girlfriend that and we can't have both around…

Also another petty note: I didn't hate Haylee Atwell's Peggy initially, but after watching her play a slave owner who loses a fraction of her power marrying a man who inherits her property and has an affair with her once 'favorite slave' she abuses throughout, in the British series called The Long Song, I cannot unsee these two characters played by the same actress as the two sides of the white supremacist girlboss coin.

#this is in response to another post #but i figure i make my own instead of glomming onto his

[hoedamn-eron]

uncle buck

You're soon forgotten about once Uncle Bucky makes an appearance.

Warnings: Small mention of alcohol & being drunk. Word count: 1,216 GN!Reader, no use of Y/N.

You had been your nephews, Tommy and George, favourite relative for their entire lives. You had always bought the best holiday gifts, and the best birthday gifts, and took them on the best days out to the zoo, the theme park, and you had always snuck them sweets after your brother (their dad) said no (although you had to lay off since your brother had a few choice words with you about it). They were always asking to sleepover when you were visiting, wanting to spend as much time with you as they could. Therefore, you took pride in being the top relative.

That was until you brought Bucky Barnes home.

You had been seeing each other for a few months before bringing him to visit your parents at their annual barbecue. He was nervous at first, of course, but he fit right in soon enough. Your parents were laid back, and they’d never been ones to be super overprotective of you when you had a new partner, so they welcomed him with open arms.

You didn’t blame your nephews for being star struck. You had brought an Avenger home, of course they would be excited. They had ambushed Bucky the moment they could, throwing question after question about Captain America, his time as a Howling Commando, and of his friendship with Sam Wilson (George’s favourite). Bucky answered the questions with no complaints. You had apologised afterwards but he said he didn’t mind.

Since then, Bucky had joined you at each family gathering, your nephews quickly abandoning you to be with Bucky. You weren’t bitter, of course not, but you made comments about the boys’ lack of loyalty. Your brother thought it was hilarious.

“Took your top spot, huh?”

“I’ll win them back,” you replied with a grin.

You didn’t. It’s been over a year and you still hadn’t won them back, they still stuck by Bucky’s side. It was a running joke now in the family, that there was a new alpha in town when it came to your nephews. Seeing the smile on Bucky’s face when he played with your nephews was worth the teasing; although it didn’t stop you from trying to win the boys over.

Now, you were at the annual barbecue again, and the day was coming to an end. Your dad had started a fire in the pit and you were all sat around it, wrapping in blankets. Tommy and George were down the end of yard with water pistols, shooting at your brother and Bucky, who were screaming back at them.

“Oh! I’m down!” Bucky cried as Tommy soaked his shirt. Bucky collapsed to the floor, overdramatically ‘dying’ before stilling on the ground.

You shake your head in amusement as your brother helps haul Bucky up from the ground, before restarting the water war.

“You know, Tommy mentioned the water park this morning.”

You turn to your sister-in-law, who was smiling at you. “Oh?”

“Why don’t you take the boys? I know you miss your one-on-one time with them,” she said. “I get that they love Bucky, but – “

“It really doesn’t bother me,” you reply, shaking your head. “Really.”

Your sister-in-law merely raises an eyebrow at you.

You lightly roll your eyes at her. “Okay, I mean…I’m really not petty about it, but yeah, I wouldn’t mind some time with them, just with me. I haven’t done that in a while, but I don’t want to force them, ya know? They love Bucky.”

“They still talk about you all the time. It just seems like you and Bucky are a package deal now.”

You laugh, turning to look back at the water fight. Bucky had managed to steal George’s pistol and was now teaming up with your brother to try and get Tommy’s. “I suppose we are. It’s just nice that Bucky settled in well.”

When you had met Bucky, he was more or less alone in the world. Sam had gone to Louisiana to help his sister out with the final arrangements for the family business and Bucky had been trying to get more ‘out there’. He had been sat at a bar, sporting a beer that would have no affect on him, and everyone had noticed him as soon as he walked in. You especially.

You’d seen pictures, of course, you had even visited the Captain America exhibition in New York City, but he was a lot more good-looking in person. It was intimidating, and your friends had dared you in a drunken stupor to go and talk to him. You, with some liquid courage, had no qualms about going over and introducing yourself. You apologised for the interruption to his evening, but you just had to come and say hi.

The conversations started polite, that Bucky thought you were just a fan (you were, but that was besides the point). You ordered yourself a new drink at the bar before changing the conversation on how he was doing since the Blip, since it was hard on everyone. You had lost your father and best friend before they came back, so you couldn’t imagine how he was feeling after missing five years of his life.

Conversation seemed to flow after that. Bucky never really had anyone ask how he was doing. He was an Avenger, he had to keep his chin up. Your friends had to come and get you after a while, planning to go to the next bar over. You were disappointed but told Bucky it was nice to meet him. Just as you were about to leave, he grabbed your hand. He asked you out for later that week. You accepted with a large smile before exchanging numbers.

He told Mr Nakajima about you that night.

Bucky took you to a nice little restaurant and treated you to dinner. Now that you were more sober than last time, you were a bit nervous, but Bucky soon put you at ease, admitting to his own nerves. You were his first proper date in a long time, despite the Blip. The rest was history.

“I’m glad you met each other,” your sister-in-law says. “You deserve to be happy.”

“You’re making it out like I’m an old spinster!”

“I mean, we were worried for a minute.”

You give her a smack on the arm as she laughs. You chuckle with her before you hear your name being called. You look over to see Tommy and George sprinting over to you. “Dad said we could go to the waterpark tomorrow! Can we, please? You and Uncle Buck?”

You glanced at Bucky, who gave you an amused look as he shrugged. “I’m up for that, doll.”

You huffed a laugh through your nose as you shook your own head before looking back at your nephews, smirking. “Yes.” You snatched the water pistol from Tommy before standing. “But first, I’m getting revenge for the watery death of Uncle Bucky!”

Your nephews screamed as you chased them down with the pistol, your brother tagging out as Bucky chased after you. Eventually, your nephews joined your team, the three of you trying to down your Super Soldier Boyfriend. You may have lost the top spot with your boys, but they still had your back, even when it came to Uncle Bucky.

#captain america #winter soldier #Bucky Barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x gn!reader #Bucky Barnes #sebastian stan

[foodiemeja]

Pairing: F!reader x Bucky Barnes

Warnings: Arguing, intrusive thoughts, angst, fat shaming, stress, anxiety attack mention, crying(kinda), cussing, fluff at the end I promise :)

Summary: You a Bucky always fool around a little to much when y'all have petty arguments, but you are just extra sensitive today.

[A/N]- GUYS I PROMISE I AM WORKING ON PART 2 THESE ARE JUST DRAFTS IM POSTING!! But I'm working my best on it I promise!

You walk into the kitchen, biker shorts and a slipknot shirt on, trying to fully wake up. You had cute little carrot fuzzy socks on over top of your white plain ones. You had pulled out a bowl and the cereal, pouring it into your bowl. You brought out the milk then later poured that into the bowl as well. You got your spoon out of the drawer and then heard footsteps behind you and slight groans turning into grunts of disapproval. "Why are you eating my cereal?" Bucky asked. You knew he was gonna start a argument, or even something drastic to get at you.

"I just wanna have a peaceful day, just leave me alone please" You raised your voice slightly, still groggy from waking up. Bucky took your bowl with a snatch while making eye contact with you. You felt like a nerd trying to grab a book from a jock. You were much shorter than him. He did this on purpose to make you feel small an useless. "Give my bowl of cereal back you stupid bitch!" You screamed as you saw Sam come in the kitchen. "Sam please get me my bowl of cereal, please" you begged. Sam looked at you and then went and sat on the couch. "He doesn't help fags like you" he said with a huge smirk on his face. You felt like crying. "Fuck you! You bitch ass ape!"

"You are so pleasant!" He said laughing. "It's not my fault I'm trying to help you from getting even more fatter than you already are y/n". You stoped trying to get the bowl. Your appetite was gone once he took the bowl anyways. But that hurt. You put away the cereal and milk. You walked away and back to your room. Usually you stayed and argued. But you were sensitive today. You felt like crying at the slightest things. It wasn't your period on the way, since you had it a week ago. Going into your bathroom and weighing yourself. "Maybe..maybe Bucky's right". 135 pounds. You read that as 351. Trying to keep yourself from tearing up you get off the scale and go to your bed.

It was around lunch time and Steve had gotten lunch for everyone. Everyone came to the kitchen to eat, except you. You were watching TV in your room sulking because of how heavy you thought you were. You had been overworking yourself to do more than you can physically and mentally handle in the gym. So it bothered you alot when some one said something rude about your size or weight. You saw yourself as humongous, and other people saw you as cute and petite. Bucky would never blatantly say this but, he saw you as the most gorgeous woman he has ever layed eyes on. Such a cute curvy body, pretty plump lips, beautiful hair color, and those eyes, oh those eyes got him every time. He doesn't even know why he treats you so badly, when he's so madly in love with you. You are the star of the team. Always happy and so encouraging to do better.

Which is why him not seeing you sitting across from him had him worried. After around 10 minutes Natasha asked where you had been. Sam said you had been in your room since this morning and no one had seen you since. This made Bucky worry even more. What if something happened to you after you left the kitchen. What if you had a panick attack like you did once Infront of him. What if what he said fucked your mental state up. All of Bucky's thoughts stopped when Wanda got up and put your food in the fridge and labeled your name on top. "She'll come get some when she's ready" Wanda said with a nice inviting smile. That made Bucky feel a bit at ease with all his thoughts.

Now it was dinner time. Tony had gotten Chinese takeout since no one felt like cooking. Once the food was here a maid had took it up to the dinning room where everyone sat waiting on the bags of food. Bucky hoped you'd be sitting in your seat across from him before he had gotten there. But he was mistakingly wrong. You weren't here for another meal. Was it because of what he said. He had gotten up and grabbed his and your dinner. "I'm gonna go take it up to her. Maybe she's just not feeling well" the rest of the team agreed while Sam had a shit eating grin on his face.

He had knock on your door to find it kind of cracked. He walked and place the food on the table you had. He saw you snuggling into some stuffy's while you slept. Bucky was gonna wake you up untill he saw your journal wide open.

May 15th

He commented on my weight again. I wish all this fat could be cut off. I wish he liked the way I looked. Maybe I'm trying to hard to be liked by him, he's always like blondes, maybe I should go blonde. Bucky is always so hateful to me. Does he want me off the team? Or does he just want me to die?. I wish I could be loved by him.

This broke his heart. He didn't know how to feel. Did he really make you want to change your body for him. He loved your hips, your beautiful torso, and your cute little arms, and little hands. He loved everything about you. He couldn't believe that he made you feel so disgusted about your self. He began to tear up, untill he felt you move a bit. Bucky nudged your shoulder and placed a soft kiss to your cheek. "You are so beautiful sweetheart. Please don't change" he said, his voice low and soft. You woke up startled and a bit scared. You sat up and caught your breath. "Bucky, w-what are you doing?" You asked half asleep still. "Why were you skipping out on meals?" He barked right back. "Because... I wanna lose weight ...I'm too big" this made his lose a bit of breath and sanity. "To big? Sugar you are so perfect it makes me fucking jealous! There's no way your too damn big!". He picked you up and placed you into his lap like your were as light as air. "I know I can go over and yonder but, I love you so much, and not just for your body, I mean for you, sweetness".

You didn't even try and argue you just snuggled up into his neck and smiled. "So you gonna eat your food for me, or and I gonna have to shove it down your throat?" Bucky asked giving you a grin before you answered. "Well that depends on what your shoving down my throat" you smirked and he chuckled." You are dirty, I love you". "I guess I love you too Bucky" you said rolling your eyes while stating a kiss on his lips.

"But I'm serious y/n, don't change, never!" Bucky said looking into your eyes and waiting for your response. "I don't plan on changing anymore..." You looked back up into his eyes and gave a faint smile. He grabbed you by your cheek and kissed you so passionately it made you want to get as close to him as possible. Bucky pulled away and had a genuine smile on his face. "Could you forgive me?" His hand sliding back to your sides. "I already have, just please no more shitty moments please." Bucky placed a quick peck on your lips. "No more of those. But how about in exchange for those moments. You can be mine y/n? What do you say?" You had a big smile on your face and started batting your eyes in a funny sarcastic way.

"Jeez can I get a date first Barnes" you both started laughing before going back into a kiss and laying down and eating y'all's Chinese food.

#bucky barnes #fat shaming #fluff #i love yall #love me back #bucky x y/n #bucky x reader #yo momma

[slothbaby42]

A list of upcoming fics, or at least my list of prompts for myself

• cat foster bucky

• motorcycle ride to surprise picnic date

• the untold story of tracking down and being on the run with one James Barnes, told by Sam Wilson

• a series of firsts

• oblivious Sam

• roadtrip gone wrong

• mechanic bucky

• the "life will go on" fic that I outlined but never wrote

• flirting but awkward and oblivious

• birthday times

• redo/finish the love language series??

• post breakup but they haven't told people that yet and now they're on a group trip and people still think they're dating

• petty fake dating leads to public proposal

• some kind of "didn't realize they were dating fic" because I love them

• based off of the song "you got the wrong guy" bc it keeps playing at my work

• the forgotten tales of the soul stone

#marvel #sambucky #winterfalcon #fanfiction #fanfic #upcoming #writing