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italiansteebie · 1 year

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Idk if it was u or someone else that has already done this but I need Steve so out of it (hit his head or high or sum??) he literally forgets to speak English- like maybe he’s just saying stuff in Italian and he’s so confused bcuz no one understands him and he realizes he’s speaking his first language and not English.

Also the party would be drooling after him like?? He’s already cute and he speaks more then one language? Literally screaming!!!

tbh i've probably written something similar to this but for you anon, i'll do it again.

steve was walking, and if we want to get technical, he was really wandering, with robin trailing behind him. they weren't paying attention, they weren't really thinking, so.

it just so happened that steve wandered right into an opening door, and he fell back and smacked his head on the side walk. robin proceeded to lose her shit, cackling loudly before realizing he'd actually been hurt.

"oh, shit. dingus. are you okay?"

"oh fuck, i killed him!"

and what a surprise that was. eddie just so happened to cause this brutal door attack. his head was already swimming from the fall and now he has to form words around eddie? really?

"non sono mort." he mumbled, reaching back to run the spot where he hit his head.

"oh my god. he's having a stroke, he can't talk. call 911!" eddie was always one for the dramatics.

"robin, smettila di urlare. per favore."

"is that... italian??"

"non essere ridicolo. sto parlando un inglese semplice."

"steve. oh my god. parli italiano sul serio."

and that caused him to realize what he'd been doing.

"oh no! ha fatto perdere il mio inglese!"

robin doubled over in laughter. she knew it wasn't serious enough to call an ambulance, just knocked a few screws out of place.

"what? what'd he say?! oh my god. i changed steve's language. quick find the reset button!"

this only caused robin to laugh harder, her face turning red and tears leaking from her eyes. steve started to giggle at the sight, but eddie was still watching them, wide eyed.

"are- did i hit steve so hard it started effecting you too?"

as robin sobered up, she took a few shuddering breaths before she realized what just happened. "you speak italian! since when?" she shoved her finger in steve's face.

he groaned, "since always." he brightened, "hey! it's back."

"so i- i didn't change your language?"

"no. he's bilingual."

"oh! so you just decided that for me? you told me that stuff was personal, rob. but what does that have to do with you speaking italian?"

robin laughed shortly, "that's bisexual, dingus. bi lingual means you speak two languages."

"oh. then yeah. im bilingual."

"yeah, we've covered that. but since when?"

steve shrugged. "it'd be odd if i couldn't talk to my mom, right?"

robin shook her head. "it's like every time you open your mouth i found out some new lore about you, steve." and he just shrugged.

and eddie was still there watching this whole thing, trying not to pop a stiffy at the idea of steve speaking italian to him, all slow and sexy- no! bad eddie! steve is hurt, this is not the time.

"so." he dragged out. "i'm okay, ed's." steve assured. "yeah. okay, um. are you... so like. you're one bi... are you the other bi too... or?" eddie said awkwardly.

steve blushed and robin gagged. "yeah. is this your way of asking me on a date?"

eddie nodded dumbly.

"okay. tomorrow? bennys at 6?"

"uh. uh huh."

"sounds good, ed's. i should probably get my head checked out now. a domani, amore mio."

and that was it. suddenly eddie felt like he just got hit with a door. he was still reeling from the interaction when robins distant squealing broke him from his trance.

he shook his head.

steve's got more layers than he thought.

// i did use google translate so it won't be accurate.

"i'm not dead."

"robin, stop yelling. please."

"don't be ridiculous. im speaking plain english."

"you're speaking italian. seriously."

"oh no! he knocked my english loose!"

"see you tomorrow, my love."

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peachyposy · 2 years

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lawyer!bucky x defence attorney!reader blurb

a/n: yall lawyer bucky does things to me… sorry no sexy times yet but whatevs! also, i know ZILTCH about the legal system so SORRY IF THIS ISNT ACCURATE. p.s. tumblrs spacing SUCKS so i am so sorry about that!

pairing: lawyer!bucky x da!reader

warnings: objectification?, sexual themes, no sex but its referenced, enemies to lovers BABY (eventually hehe this is just a set up to see if you dig it)

all mistakes are my own, lemme know if there’s something i need to fix!

banner by: @maysdigitalarts (thank you love! the banner is so pretty!!)

gif not mine! i know its steve not bucky, but use your iMAGiNAtiON :DD

Bucky had this in the bag…

Sure, his client was annoying as fuck, and, in Bucky’s personal opinion, completely and utterly in the wrong in the court case, but Bucky had it in the bag. And when he slam dunked his way to victory, he was promised an even bigger bag in the client’s gratitude. This case was the easiest money he would ever make.

The morals behind the case were pushed to the side completely- suing was the adult way of ratting someone out to the teacher, and when that person you rat out is innocent, that’s even more pathetic. If Bucky was still a law student- still bright eyed and had some kind of faith in the world, he would have kicked the potential client to the curb and contacted the accused, ready to defend him in court. However, Bucky wasn’t a child anymore. Working for the law had a funny way of breaking down your morals, ironically. The just and true psychological crime-fighting he dreamed of doing in school had slowly been warped by a collection of bad jobs, small pays and unfair court rulings that slowly chipped away at any lust he had for the truth.

It was just a fact: Bucky didn’t care anymore. He just liked the power. And the money. And winning…

He especially liked winning…

The morning of the hearing, he was 100% confident he would walk out pockets swollen, so he treated himself to an early cigarette outside before the trial began at 8:30am sharp. He stood in the icy fresh air in his thick wool coat, and scarf which covered his clean suit and tie, back resting against the brick wall of the side of the building, one thousand dollar shiny Italian leather boot crossed over another, as he took a drag of the Camel. He let the sweet nicotine sit in his lungs for a bit before blowing out the smoke, checking his Rolex for the time.

8:20am. He had ten minutes to kill. Hearing the distinct yet clean click of a car door opening, he looked back up to find a woman stepping out of a small green Mini Electric car. She walked around the car to the opposite door and opened it, pulling out a brown leather briefcase along with a large yet manageable stack of manilla files. She set them on top of her car before reaching in again (Bucky will admit, his eyes did wander down a bit as she leaned in). She pulled out a keep cup before closing the car door, locking it, arranging the items in her hands so that they sat comfortably, before walking past him to the front of the building, soon out of his sight, but the door opening and clicking shut indicated her entrance. She was cute- her hair was up in a loose yet clean ponytail (which Bucky only knew the name of due to the fact that he too had styled his hair in a similar fashion many a times when he still had long hair), her brows furrowed in concentration. Her ass wasn’t half bad either- he could tell even under the baggy business pants, which fit around her hips with a belt well enough that she could get away with them being a size or two bigger than her while still looking professional. She was some sort of assistant, or maybe a witness, he was sure of it. Women dressed like that with faces like that were always there for just a taste of the legal system, never there permanently.

And Bucky…

He smirked at the plan building in his head as he snubbed out the cigarette and flicked it away. He uncrossed his legs and pushed off of the wall, stuck his hands in his pockets and walked back into the courthouse. He would wink at her, let her know his eyes are lingering, maybe even pretend he was interested in what she was saying if she was an especially hard catch- and with these few moves, he would secure himself the crescendo…

Yeah… He was gonna fuck her…

Bucky entered the courtroom as others murmured last minute ideas to one another. He scanned the room meticulously until he found who he was looking for- the girl, standing on the opposite side of the courthouse, talking to a man in a suit- tall, blond hair and around his age. This was probably her boss, and also the defence attorney. He stared at her, waiting for her to notice so he could begin the game, but his thoughts were interrupted.

“Where the hell have you been Bucky?! I thought you bailed on me!”

Bucky let out an exasperated sigh and peeled his eyes away from his future bang. His attempt to steer clear from his client until the actual trial began was for naught- Allen was a jittery man and needed consolation at every other moment. It was pathetic.

He glanced over to Allen before unpacking his briefcase- he couldn’t even give the man boy more than a second of his recognition. Thank fuck this was an easy case.

The judge walked in and everyone rose. Bucky kept his hands together in front of him. The judge sat before the bailiff asked all to be seated. Bucky cracked the joint in his neck, fixed his suit and sat.

Here we go…

What the fuck…

What the actual fuck just happened in there.

The fact that she was the DA was surprising enough- but then the way she completely wiped the floor and won over the jury. Fuck, she even walked all the way across to offer a handshake to him in good sportsmanship.

“Y/n L/n” she introduced.

Bucky didn’t say anything- didn’t even take her hand. He was pissed. He was livid.

She didn’t let the unconventional lack of response bother her- she simply retracted her hand and, with an air of smugness in her tone, gave a “Well, nice to beat- sorry, meet you today.” She 100% meant for that fumble. She smiled, turned and walked off to the blondie, who Bucky found was her assistant, not the other way around, her heels clicking as she did.

Fucking hell.

Bucky had never been more pissed off in his life…

And so turned on…

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angelofhell-666 · 4 years

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“That’s my granddaughter Bucky...” Part 5

words-1,326

warnings- language

hope yall like this part. just a couple more chapters of this one then the series will kick off. hopefully those will turn out just as great as these chapters have been.

A couple weeks later I’m walking in the city to a coffee shop. I walk in and order my usual and head out the door as I put a couple dollars in the tip jar. I was thinking about heading to the Avengers Tower to see if I can pick up any cases for the time being but my legs take me elsewhere.

After the world finally settling down over time and almost getting back into it’s regular rhythm, I think it’s about time to do something useful by helping people. My thoughts were slowly disappearing as I notice that there’s been someone trailing behind me with a hood up.

I glance around my surroundings and notice there’s an alley way coming right up. I pretend to drop something and as I turn to pick it up I notice my follower grab a newspaper and pretend to read it. While they are distracted I jumped quickly into the alley.

I throw my coffee into the dumpster as I hid in the shadows on the other side of it. I see my follower job into the alley as they look around for any sign of life.

They come stepping closer slowly. I grabbed my pocket knife out of my jeans and open it. They came right in front of me as I grabbed them and pushed them up against the opposite wall. I held my knife to their neck and I sent electricity through the knife blade as I held it close to their neck but not close enough to damage them yet.

I now notice that it’s a man since they are almost a good foot taller than me. I stand my ground.

“Why are you following me and who are you.” I said in a growl.

They slowly moved their hand up and pushed their hood and ball cap off. Holy shit he cut his long hair off. How could he get anymore handsome with a nice haircut like that.

“Bucky?” I spoke with a confused face. I got butterflies being so close to him and I can feel my heart racing.

“Hey doll. I didn’t mean to scare ya.” He said as I brought the knife away from his neck.

“Why the hell are you following me like a creep? You do know you can confront me like a normal person right?” I laughed and backed away from him putting my knife away.

“Yea I know…and I’m sorry. For scaring you…” he looked down.

“It’s okay. But why didn’t you just come up to me and say hi?” I asked.

“I’m not really sure. I guess I’m just still used to hiding from the public.”

I nodded.

“And your also a hard person to find. Especially since I don’t know your real name or anything so I can’t track ya down.” He met my eyes.

“Yea that would kind of make it hard. It’s Y/N…”

“Y/N…that’s a beautiful name…” he smiled.

BUCKY POV

Her name just makes her even more beautiful than the first time I’v seen her.

Her face got all red and looked down, “So what do ya need Buck?”

She pulled me back from my thoughts. God that voice. I haven’t felt this way since before the war. I just gotta spit it out.

“Well, I was actually wondering if you would…uh…like to go on a date with me?”

Oh my god. So this is really happening. She’s going to turn me down. What the hell was I thinking? We’ve only met twice and I just followed her like a creep.

“Aw Buck….I would-“

“Listen I know we have only met twice…but Im not sure about you but I felt a real connection…” I looked down as she cut me off.

“Hey you didn’t let me finish…” I locked eyes with her with a straight face as I can feel my stomach turn into a knot. “I would love to Buck.”

Y/N POV

His face lit up like nothing before. The excitement in his eye’s I like seeing a kid get candy for the first time. His smile was nothing like I’v seen before.

Shit. Gramps is going to kill me. Well maybe not. Bucky would never hurt me from hearing stories from gramps. He seems to be a different person from when they were kids. More mature now.

“That’s great! When are you free?” he asked as we both started to walk out of the alley way.

“Im free tonight actually. Or is that to soon?” I asked.

“Nope tonight works great for me. 6 o clock sound good?” he looked over as we stopped right before the sidewalk.

“That sounds perfect.”

“Where do you live so I could pick you up?”

I can’t tell him my address. Then he will know Steve’s my grandpa. He can’t know that yet. Neither can gramps.

“Is it okay if we meet at the restaurant? My grandfather gets weird around visitors. He’l keep ya all night threatening you.” I laugh.

He laughed back, “Yea that’s fine.” He dug out his cell phone and I gave him my phone number and he gave me his.

“I’ll text ya the address. You like Italian?”

“Love Italian.”

“Great! I’ll see ya at 6 doll.” I closed the space between us and gave him a kiss on the cheek and whispered, “I’ll see ya at 6.” And turned on my heel and walked back home.

“Gramps im home!” I yelled as I closed the front door with my heel.

“It’s about time! I just got done making sandwiches for lunch.” He yelled from the kitchen.

I dropped my backpack and took my shoes off and met him in the kitchen. He had a plate with four sandwiches on the breakfast bar as I went to the fridge to grab a beer.

“Why do you drink those if it doesn’t do anything for ya?” he asked as he went around to sit on a stool.

I took the cap off and threw it in the garbage as I made my way over and sat down next to him. “Because it makes me feel cool. By the way is there anything I can drink that will actually make me feel something?”

I grabbed a sandwich off the plate and put one in his plate and one on mine.

He let out a chuckle, “Ya know, Thor used to have this Asgardian mead….did wonders for me. I got drunk a few times off it.”

I let out a loud laugh, “I’m sorry I just cant picture perfect Captain America getting drunk.”

“It was not a good time either Sparky.” He laughed back.

We started eating our sandwiches in peace when he spoke up, “So what do you want for dinner tonight dear?”

How the hell was I going to tell him I had a date with his best friend….

“I uh…actually have a date tonight…” I started to pick at my sandwich.

He was mid sip of his tea as he chokes on it, “I’m sorry you what?”

“You herd me.” I felt my face get red.

“How can you have a date if you don’t talk to anyone but me?” he spoke as he grabbed my hand.

I laughed, “I talk to people when I go out to the stores for ya gramps.”

“So what’s his name?” he asked drilling a hole into the side of my head.

I looked over. Shit I can’t lie to him. “His name is James.”

“That’s a nice name. Does he know about your spark?”

“Yes he does actually. And it doesn’t bother him.”

“That’s great hun.” He said patting my hand. “I hope he treats you well and is a real gentleman.”

“He’s old school gramps, you would like him.” I smiled at him and took a swig of my beer.

“He better…or I’d have to go captain America on his ass.”

I spat out my drink and laughed, “Language old man!”

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snarkystarkybby · 5 years

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Sugar and Spice. Natasha Romanoff x reader

Hi all,

juts another Lil sweet fluffy story for yall,

please send me requests xo

isabella x

It had been a hard mission. Civilians were hurt, Clint was hurt and Nat felt like it had been her fault. If she had of just looked a little harder, thought faster, maybe nobody would have gotten hurt. After a sleepless night of tossing and turning in the ever-so-slightly-too-soft-sheets, she decided to clear her mind by going on a walk through the city.

It was barely dawn but the streets were already bustling with the early risers and late-nighters and Natasha took in everything. The sounds of sirens and the early morning traffic, the sour smells of the city and underlying sent of coffee which roamed the streets and lingered in small cafes and takeaway cups.

The tiny hole in the wall bakery was a blink and you miss type place. Something about the buttery yellow painted bricks and the hand-drawn decals on the glass captured her attention and she found herself pushing open the door and smiling at the tinkering of the bell.

“just a minute” the sweet voice called out from far behind the counter and Nat could barely make out the hair twisted up delicately into a messy bun with a pin stuck through. As you turned around Natasha smiled at the small speck of flour? Across your cheek which you bashfully wiped off as you greeted her.

“Morning, what can I get you?” Your infectious smile and cheery tone were unexpected for so early but definably not unwelcomed, she found herself matching your smile as she ordered,

“oh uh just a black tea, and um whatever you recommend” in all honesty she didn’t care what she ate, everything looked amazing it was like every single pastry was a piece of handcrafted art and she was sure if you had created it would taste like heaven. Someone and gorgeous and warm as the girl in front of her couldn’t possibly be capable of baking a bad pastry.

You just smiled your mouth going dry at the beautiful woman in front of you. Your mind attempted to keep the focus on making her order, by keeping the small talk flowing smoothly between you it stopped you from getting too caught up in the ruby haired goddess. Nat was thankful for you talkative nature because no matter how hard she tried, the normally composed redhead, couldn’t think straight anytime you looked at her and smiled.

“you know it’s nice seeing someone so early, my first customer typically doesn’t arrive until 7 ish”

“why do you open so early then” She enquired as Nat glanced back to the door where it clearly stated the Sugar and Spice Patisserie opened every day at 6am.

“Because the first ones are always the most intriguing, here’s your order…”

“Natasha”

“well Natasha, I hope you enjoy”

“I’m sure I will” you watched as she eyed for a name badge, which you never wore, being the boss and all you made the rules,

“Y/N, I’m Y/N”

“Nice to meet you Y/N” she called out softly, as the beautiful redhead walked out the door and something within you screamed for not getting her number or Instagram or something to at least be able to contact her by. Because you would be dammed if you never saw that stunning redheaded angel ever again.

It was hardly long before you saw each other again and eventually, Tasha, who you had nicknamed her (it made her stomach flutter every time it would pass by your lips) became your most regular customer. Every morning just after you would flip your handmade sign from closed to open, she would walk through and order her black tea and your daily recommendation.

Each day you would hand her the steaming cup and a different pastry for her to try, and you two would chat whilst she sipped and ate, and you finished up the last few batches of the delicacy you were creating.

Your ongoing routine went on for months and eventually she asked if you wanted to catch a movie and dinner, which typically you would turn down dates but as she said the words your knees felt like jelly and the words “yes’ came out a little too quick and too enthusiastic for you to even hold a slither of dignity.

That afternoon you closed the café early and spent a decent two hours trying on every possible outfit you owned. Tasha had only ever seen you in your work outfits which were always paired with a messy bun and flour-covered apron.

When she knocked at your small apartments’ door to you with your hair down and curled, in a flowy white dress and jean jacket her jaw almost physically dropped. You invited her in and quickly scurried off to put on the final touches of your makeup and grab your purse.

Natasha smiled as sure looked around your apartment, it was everything she expected. Bright colours, soft pillows and polaroids you who she assumed was your friends and family. She spotted a few small house plants and the knitted blanket thrown across your sofa, which she remembered you telling her about and how you had spent all of the winter learning how to knit only to not finish the blanket until mid-summer when it was rendered useless. She smiled at the memory.

The pair of you walked ate at a small Italian restaurant before heading to the cinema to watch,

“whatever you want to see” you shook your head at how sweet Natasha was but you insisted she chose so I the end you watched the lasted comedy film and shared popcorn and soda. When you arrived back to your apartment and it took hardly half an hour before you two were sitting cross-legged laughing at the silly story about Natasha friend Steve, wine glasses in each of your hand and both of you slightly tipsy.

After exactly three more dates and an accidental hook up you and Natasha became official, she explained who she was, and you scolded yourself for not realises sooner but it hardly changed anything. She still came in each morning sometimes with a friend (not going to lie you fangirled a little when you met THE CAPTAIN AMERICA. Your 9-yr. old self was screaming with excitement)

She was your favourite customer, best friend and girlfriend. Not a single part of you could understand how you had become so lucky to have her, but you would be dammed if you ever let her go. Natasha, on the other hand, had finally found and accepted her happiness, in the small yellow Sugar and Spice Patisserie. Something within her thanked the sour smells of the city and early morning traffic for directing her straight to the love of her life, and the future she would have with you- flour-covered cheeks and all.

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