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[buckysbabydolldude]

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Like The Stars Miss The Sun •Four• (Bucky Barnes X Stark!Reader Series)

Summary ~ You convince the guys to stay at a hotel for the night where Bucky tells you about his plan.

Disclaimer ~ I do not own Marvel or any of its characters.

Word Count ~ 6k

Warnings ~ mentions of injury, lil bit of angst and fluff, very brief mention of reader’s hair (only in saying it can be moved away to see their scalp)

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Bucky walked beside you silently, his metal arm bumping up against your shoulder slightly as the two of you moved through the brightly lit hallway of the police station. You didn’t miss the way he held his shoulders, tense and pushed back like all of the muscles in his shoulders were drawn taught under his skin.

After the talk the two of you had in the small room, you both stayed in the room until he was ready to leave; until he was ready to go face Sam—and Walker—again. You had told him the two of you could wait in the room as long as he needed to which you knew he appreciated, he didn’t say it out loud but you could see it in his eyes.

The two of you walked out of the hallway and back into the main lobby of the police station where you saw Sam sitting in the chair he had been in earlier, his back hunched over as he stared intently at the ground in front of him like he was deep in thought. In the chair next to him sat the three bags you had all had with you on the plane, you didn’t know when they had been dropped off at the police station but you were sure it had something to do with Joaquin and the fact that your stay in Baltimore had lasted a bit longer than originally planned. Sam didn’t seem to notice either of you as you walked up to him, he didn’t look up until you were right beside him and said his name.

When he did finally look over at you, you noticed the way he refused to look at Bucky.

What had happened between the two of them in that room?

“Where to now?” You spoke, breaking the now tense silence that lingered in the air around the three of you.

Sam glanced over at Bucky for just a moment before looking back at you, “Not sure, we have zero leads so we need to find some.” He stood and grabbed his bag from the seat beside him.

“Any ideas on where to start with that?” You furrowed your brows and looked from Sam over to Bucky just as Sam started walking away from the two of you, “If someone is making the serum surely we can find some trace of a lead on that.

You and Bucky grabbed your bags and walked after Sam, the stern man beside you walking ahead to fall into step with him while you watched the two of them from a few paces back with your hand tightening around the strap of your bag.

Sam and Bucky exchanged a few short words that you couldn’t quite make out, whatever it was you were sure it had something to with whatever had been said between them in that room.

The automatic doors slid open—one of them squeaking quietly—and the three of you walked through the doors into the now cold night air, the dark street outside illuminated by the lamp posts lining the sides of it. The ground beneath your feet was damp and reflected the light from the lamps which made it evident to you that it had rained while you were inside.

The next thing that caught your attention, and the attention of Sam and Bucky, was the loud chirping of the police siren that came from your left. On instinct, the three of you looked in the direction of flashing lights and sirens only to be greeted by the smiling face of John Walker as he waved you all over.

Walker and Lamar were standing next to a row of police cruisers, the man in the spangled suit leaning inside the driver's window so he could turn the lights and siren on to catch your attention.

It worked because the three of you begrudgingly walked over to where he and Lamar stood.

“This guy is persistent, I’ll give him that.” You rolled your eyes and walked up beside Bucky.

“Gentlemen, ma’am.” Walker greeted the three of you with a nod of his head.

Bucky’s hand gently and subtly grabbed a hold of yours as his heavy gaze leveled on Walker and you all stopped to look at the two men.

“Good to see you again.” Walker grinned and you scowled.

“Yeah, good to see you too Miss America.” You stared blankly over at him, “Did you really need to call us over with the sirens?”

He shrugged, “Look, if we divide ourselves we don’t stand a chance, you guys know that.” He squinted, “you usually work with a team so this shouldn’t be difficult for you.”

Bucky pulled his hand off of yours and walked over to lean against one of the parked police cars, his arm stretching out to the side and his chin lifting as he watched Walker carefully.

Sam was the one to bite the bullet and talk, “So, what do you got?” You could hear the annoyance dripping from his tone, he wasn’t any happier about having to accept Walker’s help than you and Bucky were.

“Well.” Walker put on another cocky grin, one that made you immediately want to drag both of the guys away and do this on your own, “The leader’s name is Karli Morgenthau. We’ve been targeting civilians who’ve been helping Karli move from place to place.” He explained.

Something about the fact that he was targeting civilians didn’t sit right with you. It felt wrong.

“They geotag the location and scramble the signal, but our satellites have found their symbol popping up at various displaced communities all across Central and Easter Europe.” Lamar crossed his arms over his chest and leaned to the side against the car.

“We think she’s taking the medicine she stole to one of these camps.”

Bucky rolled his eyes. “Well, there are hundreds of those all over the planet since The Blip. So I guess you’ll have to look real hard.” You couldn’t help but smirk at the sheer amount of venom lacing his words.

Walker met Bucky’s stare and held it, “Well, it’s a good thing I have 20/20 vision then huh?”

“Where is she now, Walker? Do you know?”

“No, we don’t know Bucky.” Walker raised his voice, Bucky now thoroughly under his skin, “but it's only a matter of time before we find out.”

You stepped off the curb of the sidewalk and walked across the wet pavement to the car Bucky was leaning on, your eyes catching his for a moment as you moved to lean back on the car right beside him and fold your arms over your chest.

“Things are really intense for you, aren’t they, Walker?” Bucky’s jaw clenched and his hand folded into a fist behind you on the roof of the car.

Walker took a small step toward Bucky, but before he could move any further or say anything else, Sam stepped in and spoke up with a hand held out to Bucky as if telling him to calm down.

“Look, he’s right. It is imperative that we find them and stop them.” Sam pulled his stern gaze over to Walker and Lamar, “But you guys have rules of engagement and all kinds of authorizations you have to get.” He waved a hand between him and Bucky, “We’re free agents.”

Sam was right, he and Bucky could get through a lot more red tape and a lot more restrictions compared to what Walker and Lamar could, it didn’t really make sense for all of you to work together.

“We’re more flexible,” Sam concluded.

Sam turned to walk away from the two men, both you and Bucky moving away from the car to follow him.

You made it all of two steps before Walker spoke up again and you groaned, turning back to face him.

“A word of advice then.” His brows lowered over his eyes as his grin disappeared in place on a grimace, “stay the hell out of my way.”

This time you were the one to step toward him, your hand clenched into a tight fist at your side. You had no idea what you were about to say or do, you just knew you were already fed up with Walker. But, before you could do anything a gloved hand wrapped around your wrist and pulled you back, stopping you from doing or saying anything stupid.

“Not worth it,” Bucky warned as he pulled you back toward him and dipped his head down to look at you.

You knew he was right but that didn’t mean you liked it.

You bit down on your lip and glanced back at Walker to see him and Lamar walking away, “I really don’t like him.”

“Yeah, me neither.” He let go of your wrist, “come on.”

⭑

You stared down at your feet as you walked, the bag slung over your shoulder swinging slightly at your side. You watched the pebble on the ground in front of you clicking as it rolled against the pavement whenever you would kick it with your shoe. Sam and bucky were leading the way down the sidewalk toward a hotel you had told them about; it had taken some convincing but you were able to get both of the guys to agree to stay there for the night. All of you needed the rest if you were going to go after Karli and the other Super Soldiers.

Even though you doubted either of the guys–or yourself for that matter–would get any rest, you were still glad that they had agreed to stop to rest for the night.

Both of the guys had been quiet since you left Walker outside the police station, his last warning to you all ringing in your head as you walked.

Stay the hell out of my way.

Something about Walker had rubbed you the wrong way since the moment you met him; it was like some little voice in the back of your head telling you not to trust him. You had stopped questioning that little voice long ago even though it tended to get you into more trouble than it got you out of. It was always right.

It had been right about Bucky; you knew he was someone you were able to trust when the two of you started spending time together in Wakanda, and it was all thanks to that little voice in the back of your head that told you it wasn’t really his fault that your parents were dead.

When you zoned back to reality you were staring directly at the back of Bucky’s leather jacket, your eyes boring holes so deep into the black material you were surprised the Super Soldier hadn’t sensed your gaze.

“So, what are you guys thinking?” You spoke up and tore your eyes off Bucky’s back and took a few larger steps so you were walking beside him

“I know what we have to do.” Bucky’s eyes stayed forward as he spoke, “When Isaiah said ‘my people-“

Sam cut him off, “Ah don’t take that to heart, that’s not what he meant.”

“No, he meant HYDRA.” Bucky looked over at Sam.

The Winter Solider’s people, HYDRA.

“HYDRA used to be my people.” He sighed.

Sam apparently caught onto what Bucky was saying long before you did, “Not a chance.” He shook his head.

“What? What is he talking about?” You furrowed your brows.

Neither of them answered you as Bucky continued on, “Walker doesn’t have any leads.”

“I know where you’re going with this, no.”

“Where is he going with this?” You asked again, more insistent this time.

Sam gritted his teeth and looked over at you, “who do we know that knows all about HYDRA?”

“Why are we doing riddles? Why can’t you just tell me who?”

“Zemo.” Bucky stopped walking and looked over at you, “He knows all of HYDRA’s secrets, if anyone knows about someone making more serum it’s gonna be him. You remember Siberia?”

Your eyes went wide, “Oh I remember what happened in Siberia, do you?’

“So what? You’re just gonna go sit in a room with this guy?” Sam was just as against this as you were, “this is a horrible idea.”

“Well, do you have a better one?” Bucky challenged him.

Sam looked away and you could see his jaw working as he thought through it all, “Okay.” He looked back, “Let’s go see Zemo.”

You cringed.

You had never met Zemo yourself; you were either fighting for your life against the Winter Soldier or locked up on The Raft the last time he was a threat. Whether or not that was a good thing remained to be seen, but judging from everything you had been told about the crazed man who had intentionally triggered the Winter Soldier, you never really planned on wanting to meet him.

“I hate this plan.” You muttered and walked off, leaving Sam and Bucky to follow you for once.

The hotel was only about a block away, so you trudged forward down the sidewalk with your eyes ahead. As you walked, you counted each of the seams in the pavement and followed the cracks that spidered along beneath your feet.

Zemo was the reason you and your brother didn’t speak for years; his quest to rid the world of Super Soldiers led Tony to find out about the Winter Soldier killing your parents and ultimately leading Steve to leave him behind while you and Bucky followed.

Zemo was also the reason Steve reunited with Bucky: if he hadn’t of posed as Bucky when he bombed the UN, you doubted anyone would have ever found Bucky in Bucharest. If he had never been flushed out of hiding, you never would have got to know him, so you supposed some good did come out of Zemo’s plans.

Zemo was responsible for a lot of things.

You shoved your hands into the pocket of your jacket and tapped your fingers on the inside of your palms as you pulled your cellphone out of the pocket. You had promised Pepper that you would call her and keep her updated on things, sure the ‘things’ she had been referring to was the relationship between you and one Super Soldier, but things had gotten slightly more complicated since you last spoke to her in the cafe.

The screen on your phone lit up when you pressed the side button, and various notifications for missed calls and texts appeared on it making you groan. You had a few missed texts from Pepper asking if you were okay which you quickly replied to tell her that you were alright and you were with Sam and Bucky. After she read your message and replied once again telling you to be careful, you asked if she would be free for a phone call in a few hours, and you were relieved when she said yes.

As much as you like spending time with Sam and Bucky—whether it was for a mission or not—You were sick of being stuck with the guys and desperately needed to talk to another woman, who was better than your sister-in-law.

You were so deep in thought that you didn’t hear Bucky walk up beside you until he waved his hand in front of your face, his arm disrupting your view of the cracks in the sidewalk and earning your attention.

“where you at in that head?” He asked when you looked over at him finally.

You shrugged, “I was checking in with Pepper, forgot to call her yesterday morning and she was getting worried.”

Bucky had only met Pepper one time; at Tony’s funeral.

The same funeral that you had to drag him to because he didn’t think Tony would have wanted him there after what the Winter Soldier had done. You had told him that you needed him there and that was the truth, you didn’t think you would be able to go without him.

“How is she doing?” He looked from your face down at the phone in your hands, “Her and Morgan doing okay?”

You smiled faintly and nodded, “They’re both doing alright, Morgan more so than Pepper, she doesn’t really understand.” Your smile dropped at the thought of your niece never fully coming to grips with the fact that her father would never be coming back to her, “I go over to their place on Sundays for lunch…” your voice trailed off, “It’s hard.”

Bucky’s gaze remained on you, though it was not his usual hard stare that he used on everyone else he met and instead it was the soft caring one he saved only for you.

“I’m sorry.” He blurted out, “I’m sorry again for not being there for you the last few weeks.”

“It’s alright.” You put on another smile for him and tried your best to make it meet your eyes even though you knew he could see right through it.

The sudden shift in the air around you was enough to make you pull your eyes away from Bucky, his now sympathetic gaze lingering on you as you cleared your throat and changed the subject.

“So, speaking of sisters, how’s your sister doing Sam?” You glanced back at Sam who had been trying his best not to look like he was eavesdropping on you and Bucky’s conversation, “Sarah, right?”

“She’s good, she and her boys are doing good.” Sam smiled, “Boys are growing faster than I can believe.”

You knew Sarah and her two sons hadn’t disappeared in The Blip, the three of them were left behind while Sam was taken along with the rest of you. In a way you envied Sam, he at least knew his nephews before he lost five years of his life; he didn’t have to introduce himself to his nephews because they had no idea who he was.

“I’m trying to convince Sarah to let me fix up our parent's boat instead of selling it, she’s stubborn as a bull though.” Sam laughed faintly.

You raised a brow, “Sailor Sam huh?”

Bucky snorted.

Sam laughed a real laugh this time, “Ol’ Sammy thrives on air and sea.” He puffed his chest before the tip of his shoe hit a raised bit of pavement and made him stumble for a moment.

“Air and sea maybe, but apparently not land.” You couldn’t help the smile that made its way to your face as you looked ahead and laughed.

⭑

Your elbows pressed into the dark wood top of the reception desk as you leaned forward on it and waited for the receptionist to return, the young girl working the late night shift having to run to the back to check a few things before she was able to help you.

Sam and Bucky had gone to the couches in the middle of the lobby to sit and wait while you got the rooms, they had argued a bit and said they could get their own rooms but you played the Stark Card and told them to shut up and let you get them.

After your parents died they left money to both you and Tony, more to you than your brother since he was set to take over Stark Industries while you were too young to really know what you wanted to do with your life. Then, when Tony died he left money for you as well.

Blood money, that’s what it felt like.

The young girl came back to the front desk and apologized profusely to you for taking so long, you assured her that it was okay with a kind smile.

“You sad you needed three rooms, correct miss..” She trailed off and waited for you to tell her your name.

You told her your first name and watched as she typed it into the computer but then looked back at you, “Last name?”

A short sigh fell from your lips, “Stark. And yeah, three rooms.”

You watched the look of realization flash across her face before she glanced behind you at the two men sitting on the couches, she quickly put on a professional face again and looked back at the computer screen in front of her. She typed away on the keyboard while stealing a few glances up at you, you appreciated the fact that she hadn’t made a huge deal out of your name.

“Um.” She looked back up at you, “We only have two rooms available right now miss Stark.”

You froze and glanced back at Sam and Bucky.

“One is a single king bed and the other has two queens.” She quickly explained while stumbling over her words, “If you’re going to be staying longer than one night I’ll be able to get you a third room tomorrow after check out.”

You shook your head, “No, just tonight.” You tapped your thumbs on the top of the desk, “Two rooms will be fine, thank you.”

She quickly finished getting you checked into the two rooms and handed you the plastic cards while telling you the room numbers, you thanked her and took both of the cards from her. Tapping your fingers on the backs of the cards to make a sharp clicking noise, you made your way over to where Sam and Bucky were.

Sam was leaning forward in his seat while scrolling through his phone, his brow set as he read through whatever it was he was looking at on the screen. Bucky was leaning back against the couch with his legs stretched out in front of him and his eyes darting around the building like he was waiting for someone to attack him.

“Okay, so there is a slight problem.” You announced as you stood between the two couches and looked from Sam to Bucky, both the men’s full attention now on you as you held up the two keys in your hands, “Only two rooms available, one has two beds so someone is sharing a room.”

Sam’s brow rose and he looked at Bucky, “I ain’t roomin’ with the terminator.” He nodded to the man across from him.

“You okay sharing a room with me Buck?” You tapped both of the cards together and pinched your brows together.

He shrugged and stood to his feet, “Fine with me, Sam snores anyway.” He grabbed both your and his bags from the floor.

“I do not snore.” Sam protested.

You bit back a smile as you handed the key to Bucky and tossed the other one to Sam, “You kinda do.” You scrunched your nose up a bit as you whispered, “Sounds like a freight train.”

Bucky was already halfway across the lobby when you caught up with him, his fist closed tight around the straps of your bags as he slowed his pace upon hearing you following him.

“You sure you’re alright sharing a room?” You glanced up at him while trying to take your bag from him.

Bucky moved his arm away from you to prevent you from taking the bag, “Yeah, it’s fine.”

You furrowed your brows when he walked past the elevators and headed down the hallway, “We have to go up two floors, elevators are back there.” You pointed back as he continued forward.

“I don’t like elevators.”

Once again, your brow pressed together as you looked over at him. You didn’t want to press the subject because you were sure he had his reasons, but that didn’t mean you weren’t curious about it.

So, you followed Bucky to the stairs at the end of the hallway where he held the door open for you with the hand not carrying both of the bags.

“I can carry my own bag you know?” You uttered as you walked past him and started up the stairs toward the third floor.

“I know.”

His boots thudded softly against the stairs as he walked behind you.

One thing about Bucky, was he was a gentleman. You supposed that had a lot to do with how—and when—he was raised.

He would always hold the door for you no matter where you were going, even if it was just the door to your apartment he would still move ahead of you and hold it open for you. Another thing you noticed he would do was something more subtle; whenever you would be walking along the sidewalk he would always walk on the outside, and he would put himself closest to the road.

There were so many other things you would notice about Bucky and some of them you knew were from his time being used as a weapon. You noticed the way he would place himself between you and anything he deemed a potential threat—like Isaiah Bradley earlier—he would always put himself in the position to protect you if he needed to.

“You can shower first if you want to,” Bucky muttered while once again holding the door open for you.

“You sure?” You asked as you walked past him into the dimly lit hallway.

He hummed in response as he followed you down the hall toward your room.

You counted the doors as you went until you were standing in front of the one with the number ‘317’ hanging on it, “Home sweet home.” You glanced back at Bucky who still had the keycard.

Bucky’s lip turned up at the edge as he slid the card into the door and pushed it open.

It was a nice room; a large window sat on the far wall and brightly colored paintings hung on the walls above the two beds sitting parallel to one another. There was a large tv sitting in front of the two beds as well as a desk sitting against the wall with a small coffee pot sitting on top of it.

Bucky tossed his bag onto the bed closest to the door before walking over to the other bed and placing your bag onto it.

You wasted no time falling backward onto your bed and sighing as you stared up at the ceiling. You used the toe of your shoe to pull the one off of your opposite foot before repeating the same thing on the other one, once your feet were freed from the shoes you flexed your toes and closed your eyes. If you weren’t so excited about a hot shower you would have fallen asleep right where you were.

You groaned quietly and sat up with your legs hanging off of the edge of the bed while slipping your jacket off, “Why don't you like elevators?” You asked Bucky who was now laying on his bed staring up at the ceiling as you had been seconds ago.

Bucky turned his head to the side to look over at you, “Too cramped, reminds me of the cryo pods HYDRA would use.” he avoided your gaze as he spoke.

You had never thought of that. You knew HYDRA had put Bucky in cryo whenever they didn't need him, but you had never really thought about the long-term effects that could have on him.

“I'll be quick in the shower.” You said while standing

He laced his fingers together and rested them on his chest while closing his eyes, “Take your time.”

You smiled when you saw how peaceful he looked, even if it wasn’t true at least for the time being he wasn’t on high alert.

Carrying your bag with you to the bathroom you pushed the door shut behind you and turned on the light only to squint when the room filled with fluorescent light. You dropped your back on the sink and unzipped it to dig around inside and find the comfortable clothes you knew were packed somewhere inside, and you were right, the leggings and sweatshirt were folded up and shoved all the way at the bottom of the bag.

You quickly stripped out of your clothes and folded them up before placing them down on the countertop next to the bag, as you did this you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, mainly the angry bruise and cut along your forehead.

Your palms pressed into the cold marble of the sink as you leaned forward to get a better look at the cut, just as you had suspected it wasn’t too deep, but it still hurt pretty bad. Bucky had done a good job getting it bandaged and covered on the plane, but the thin bandage did little to conceal the dark bruise that surrounded it.

Lifting your hand to the side of your head, you pushed back the hair so you could see the faint scar that was on your scalp from the fight against your brother in Germany. You cringed as you stared at it, your mind wandering back to the explosion that had sent you flying into the side of a plane.

You shoved the memory to the back of your mind and moved to the shower, you cranked it on to its hottest temperature before stepping into the stream of water.

⭑

You laughed quietly from where you were laying on the bed, your phone was resting on your chest on speaker phone and Pepper’s soft voice flowed through the speaker while the faint sound of the shower sounded from the bathroom.

“Wait, so she spilt the entire bowl of cake batter?” You asked between laughs, the mental image of Pepper trying to get it all cleaned up only making you laugh harder.

An exhausted sigh came through the phone speaker, “I didn’t even get to pull out the cupcake liners, and when I turned around the entire bowl was on the floor.”

Pepper was telling you about how she and Morgan had been making cupcakes and Morgan managed to spill the entire bowl of batter before they got to put any into the cupcake pan.

“So I’m going to go to the store tomorrow morning and pick up some cupcakes.”

The smile on your face grew as you laughed again, “Hey, I don’t blame you, that’s what I would do.”

You could make out Morgan talking to Pepper through the phone for a moment before Pepper spoke again, “Morgan wants to know if you will bake with her next time you come over.”

“Of course! We’ll make chocolate chip cookies.”

“You’re making cookies?” Bucky walked out of the bathroom with his bag in his hand and an eyebrow raised, the white towel swung over his shoulder before he pulled it off and used it to ruffle his wet hair.

You hadn’t even heard the shower turn off, “Uh Morgan and I are gonna make cookies next time I go see them.” You explained while sitting up and crossing your legs in front of yourself under the blanket.

Bucky nodded and walked over to the desk to set his bag down beside yours while still working the towel through his hair. He must have been happy with how dry it was after a moment because he draped it over the back of the desk chair and ran his hand through his hair.

“Hey Pep, I’m gonna let you go here and head to bed, I’ll talk to you later though.” You held your phone up to your mouth and stared at Bucky’s hair which was sticking up at odd angles.

The phone cut out slightly as Pepper spoke again, “Okay, be safe please, you too Bucky.”

Bucky froze when he heard his name come from your phone, his back going rigid for a moment before he held up a thumb.

You said your goodbyes to Pepper and switched your phone off before setting it down on the nightstand between the two beds. Bucky finished putting his clothes into his bag and walked over to his bed while glancing at you for a moment.

“You bake a lot?” He asked as he pulled the blankets back and climbed under them, the sight of him sitting under the stark white covers odd to you.

You raised a brow and smirked, “I used to bake a lot before I got pulled into the whole hero stuff, made a lot of cookies when I was bored.” You stretched both of your legs out in front of you and fell back on the pillows resting against the headboard, “I’ll make you some cookies when we get this all sorted out.” You looked over at him.

“Deal.” He furrowed his brows, “You want the light left on?” He gestured to the lamps mounted to the wall in between your beds.

You shook your head and watched him flip the light off.

It took you a minute to let your eyes adjust to the darkness but when they did you were able to make out the faint glinting of Bucky’s arm in the dark, the lights from the clock resting on the nightstand reflecting off of the metal.

You rolled onto your side so you were facing Bucky and watched the way the lights reflected off of the dark metal of his arm.

“What?” Bucky asked, his eyes staying closed as he grumbled the words.

“I didn’t say anything?” You narrowed your eyes at him suddenly wondering if clairvoyance was a part of the whole Super Soldier powerset.

He sighed and opened his eyes to look over at you, “No, but you’re thinking very loud.” You couldn’t see him very well but you knew one of his brows was raised

“What? You can read minds now?” You propped yourself up on your elbows.

“Just yours.” He groaned, “What’s wrong?”

You rolled your eyes and dropped back down onto the pillows, “Can I ask you a question about your arm?”

He hesitated for just a moment before answering you, it wasn’t a long pause but it was enough for you to tell that his arm was still a tough subject for him to talk about.

“Sure.”

“Does it hurt?”

You could see him stretch his arm out at his side as he looked down at it, “Yeah.”

“It is bad?”

“I don’t really notice it too much, I guess I’m used to it.” He shifted slightly under the blankets, “Nerve endings are all messed up from HYDRA playing mad scientist, or something like that.”

You pushed your shoulder back so you were laying on your back and stared up at the textured ceiling, “Did you tell Shuri about it? I’m sure she could have done something to help with it.”

“Go to sleep.” He sighed and you knew he was done talking about his arm.

The silence in the room lasted all of five minutes—probably less—before Bucky said your name to grab your attention.

“Hm?”

“I’m going to break Zemo out of prison.”

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THAT TWIST???? i had a feeling but damn!!

Pretty Little Thing Part 9

18+ Minors dni

Mob!Bucky x f reader, Rumlow x reader (forced marriage)

Other characters: Sam, Peter, Steve, Thor, Nat, Clint, Loki, Walker

Here is part 9. Things come to a head when Rumlow took back what’s his, but were you ever really his to being with? Also time for a character reveal. 

Warnings: forced abusive marriage, cheating, swearing, violence, kidnapping, fluff

(Some bits of this felt a little rushed but I really wanted to get this part out because I’m also working on part 10!) 

Word count: 2.4k

Part 8 

If Rumlow wanted to come after you, then he should have come after him.  

Bucky replayed the video from the security footage around his property. Rage pumped through his veins, seeing your limp body tossed over Rumlow’s shoulder, throwing you into a van and screeching off. You were supposed to be safe with him. The clicks of guns and the sound of loading of bullets filled the room as the rest of the team suited up to come find you; Bucky was done with peace. He tucked his gun in the waistband of his pants, the screen of his phone lighting up with Nat’s number.

“We already checked two of his other warehouses, they’re empty. He might’ve taken her to the storage at the docks; Barton and I are headed there now”

Sam, Thor and Steve followed Bucky out of his office, making their way to the vans where Peter was already waiting, his jaw ticking.

“Peter, stay here with May” Bucky was about to send him back inside, but Peter shook his head, his stance unwavering. “Parker, it’ll be danger-

“No, I’m coming” He shrugged, pulling away and climbing into one of the SUV’s, impatiently waiting to put a bullet through someone. Steve could tell by the way Bucky swallowed thickly, something was eating at him. He twirled his knife between his fingers, a habit it picked up when he got nervous.

“Spit it out punk”

Bucky shook his head but Steve gave him a pointed look, staying rooted in place until his best friend told him what he was thinking.

“I love her” 

“Mind telling me something, everyone wasn’t already aware of”  Steve snorted, shaking his head.

“If anything happens…make sure she’s taken care of. Save her first”

Steve wanted to argue and tell him everything would be fine but he knew it was pointless. He nodded while Bucky’s jaw clenched as everyone else jointed, ready to leave.

“I’m killing him” Bucky’s voice was a growl, his body tense while Steve gave his shoulder a squeeze as they got into the back, the SUV doors slamming shut.

“C’mon, let’s go get your girl”

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I’m Falling Again (Part II)

Title comes from this song:

Masterlist: can be found here:

Summary: You watched the love of your life turn into a pile of ash before your eyes. Finding comfort in the only other person who understands your pain turns into so much more than either of you could ever imagine.

Warnings: Bucky x Reader. Steve x Reader

Read Part One Here: I’m Falling Again

“Baby, it’s me,” he said softly and you gasped out a sob, “When can I come see you?” 

You were pacing the steps of your cabin, the air was cold and you watched your breath rise into the air.

Bucky would be here any time now, you wrung your hands nervously. Five years of mourning, of crying yourself to sleep and missing him were coming down to these next few moments.

You twirled his dog tags in your fingers, willing your heart to settle. 

You could see the headlights in the distance winding up the driveway and Bucky hadn’t even stepped out of the car when you launched yourself into his arms, revelling in the familiarity of his scent that you genuinely had thought you would never smell again.

His arms locked around you and he buried his nose in your hair “I’m here, sweetheart, I’m here.”

You hadn’t even realised you were crying, until he freed his dog tags from the confines of your knitted sweater, “You’re still wearing these?” he was teary eyed and looking at you in disbelief.

“In five years I never took them off. Not once- not even” you trailed off, catching yourself but it didn’t matter because he pulled you flush against him again. 

You hadn’t even noticed Steve until he stepped out of the car and began to gather his and Bucky’s bags from the car, a curt nod all you received before he made his way up the steps into the cabin.

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i’ve been wanting a good fix about bucks time in bucharest for so long and this was exactly what i needed!!!!

Teardrops on Lashes

Status: COMPLETED

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: After the Chitauri invaded New York and nearly ended your life, you moved to Bucharest to get away from the superhero stuff. You simply wanted an uneventful, ordinary life. But when a stranger moves into the apartment next to yours, you begin to question those aspirations and choose to risk it all for love.

Parts Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7 // Part 8 // Part 9 // Part 10 // Part 11 // Part 12 // Part 13 // Part 14 // Part 15 // Part 16 // Epilogue

Extras & Deleted Scenes

Getting a Kitten

James and Jamie

(y/n)’s Plum Pie

Author Input

What’s your favorite line of dialogue? What part was hardest to write? Where did the title come from?

What makes this fic special or different from all your other fics? Did any real people or events inspire any part of it?

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About Part 9′s Kiss Scene

Final Remarks

Inspired by Teardrops on Lashes

Moodboard by @notimetoblog 

Aesthetic by @harryrholland

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mafia bucky has me in a chokehold recently

Everything the Light Touches (18+) - Masterlist

Mafia!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: It started with two kids. Two stupidly in-love kids, forcefully separated with threats of violence and war. One destined to inherit part of the seedy underworld of Manhattan, one blissfully ignorant of their role in it. Their lives split ten years ago but now they’re back. Secrets will be uncovered, lies will be revealed, and empires will fall.

Story Warnings: Smut, Language, Violence, Death, MINORS DNI. More specific warnings will be added at the beginning of each chapter.

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Love at First Grade (18+)- Masterlist

Single Dad!Bucky Barnes x Single Mom!Reader;

Teacher!Bucky x CEO!Reader

Summary: When father and first grade teacher Bucky Barnes ends up with Avery L/N in his class, the daughter of the “ruthless” CEO of L/N Enterprises, he’s in for a surprise that’s sure to change his life.

Gonna go ahead and give people a SMUT WARNING. 18+, MINORS DNI

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i’m going to throw my head into a wall this was so cute

Orion Rebecca Barnes’s favorite thing in the whole world (besides her daddy of course) is spending hours after school in the bookstore by her house and the owner GIVES her any book she wants; she’s the coolest girl Orion has ever met.  

It doesn’t take long for Bucky to notice his daughter’s sudden interest in constellations and the large stack of astrology related books piling up in her room. He’s spent her entire life trying to teach her about the stars and where her name came from with little interest from his little comet and all of sudden she’s in love.

All thanks to the girl who owns the bookstore? 

(Firefighter!Bucky, Single dad AU) 

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6 

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13 

Chapter 14 

Chapter 15 

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Epilogue 

The Astrophile Files - Drabbles & one-shots from our favorite family. 

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please read this for the love of GOD it is so good

Delicate Edges - Masterlist

summary: Your family’s beloved flower shop was not the only thing you inherited when your parents passed. Trapped under a mountain of debt to the Hydra club, you bear the cost of your father’s desperate bargain. It’s only in moments when the charming Bucky Barnes walks into your shop that you can forget the cruelty of the biker clubs of this town. But a war is brewing. The border is crumbling. You're trapped in the middle. And Bucky will stop at nothing to keep you safe. (Biker!AU) pairing: Bucky x reader series word count: ~70k series warnings: canon level violence, biker gangs, extortion, sexual harassment, smut (18+, will be marked by chapter with *), an exorbitant amount of fluff turns into a shitstorm of angst

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Epilogue

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this is gonna be good

a week to fall in love. (series masterlist)

Summary: a mission, feuds, an underground network, life in the suburbs and bucky. what could go wrong, right? wrong.

Pairing: Bucky x F!Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, curse words, explicit things, injuries, violence, each chapter has been tagged with their respective warnings, so make sure to read them before proceeding

Status: IN PROGRESS

A/N: sooooo after accidentally in love i wanted to create something just as amusing, yet have its fair share of angst (because you know i love me some angst), and generally something that would make go back to it whenever i feel down. to anyone who's read my other series, i think you might like this one as well. please, if you like it, make sure to reblog the posts, and feel free to let me know what you think about this one! feedback is always appreciated! happy reading!

part one┃part two┃part three┃part four┃part five┃ part six┃part seven┃part eight┃part nine┃part ten INTERMISSION part eleven┃part twelve┃part thirteen┃part fourteen┃ part fifteen┃part sixteen┃part seventeen┃part eighteen┃ part nineteen┃part twenty

note: this post will be updated when new parts are uploaded!

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i can already tell this is going to have me in a CHOKEHOLD

³.⍭ 𝐈𝐭 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞

pairing. bucky barnes x gender netural!reader

summary. you couldn't believe the name that graced the file on your desk for your new patient. james 'bucky' barnes. you'd heard of him - even studied some of his history during college for psychology classes. never would you have imagined he'd be sent to your office, looking for help.

a.n. yeahhh i couldn't do this as just a one time thing. this is going to be a multi-part i write to update every now and again. so for today you have crumbs of what your first session is like. as someone who's been diagnosed with c-ptsd and has a butt-load of trauma, i'm writing bucky's experience in therapy based on my own. that being said i do not condone patient/therapist irl or any of that power balance outside of fiction. gross. that's the only disclaimer for this series tho going forward, i'm not gonna tag that everytime.

“So, Mr. Barnes, from what I’m understanding, you'd like to make me your primary therapist and discontinue working with Doctor Raynor?” Perhaps if you knew you’d be in this situation, you would’ve mentally prepared yourself a little better for the day when you got up out of bed that morning.

Being a therapist certainly wasn’t without its obstacles, no – It’s a lot to listen to someone else’s problems and just how many callus and evil things happen in the world. It also has its moments where it reminds you just how vile people can be, too. From children all the way to elderly, you’ve seen countless patients. They come back because you’re passionate about your job; Not looking at these people as paychecks but as living, breathing people. And sometimes people just need someone to talk to; there’s no shame in that.

You just never anticipated you’d have a war hero on your office couch, though. That was not on the radar when you were working towards your Master’s Degree. 

James “Bucky” Buchanan Barnes sat across from your beige and brown striped armchair on the couch. He looked lonely in the middle; For a man so broad, it would be impressive how small he could make himself if not for the fact it was simultaneously heart wrenching. Cobalt eyes struggled to meet your gaze from the moment he walked into the office to begin the session. His body looked awfully stiff, and his eyes dark like he hadn’t had a good night’s rest in weeks. Perhaps months.

“Yes.” He answers stiffly, “Please.” At least he’s sure to mind his manners despite the clear discomfort radiating from the soldier across from you. But his quiet and taut demeanor is discouraging: “It’s important that you are comfortable here, Mr. Barnes. Therapy is something that works best when it doesn’t feel forced…” “I am comfortable,” Bucky jumps to correct, earning a slight raise of a brow from you before schooling your expression once more. “Comfortable enough. I’m just new to… this.” The man makes a vague gesture with his hands between the both of you; Aching eyes speaking more than words ever will when Bucky briefly raises them to look at you.

The first step is wanting to heal. Bucky’s already showing initiative by being present - by putting his foot forward to try to find a therapist better suited to him rather than just throwing his hands up after the first dead end. That’s good. You can work with that. 

Your lips curl into a soft, welcoming smile. “Change can be scary, especially when we don’t understand what all is changing or what could come from it. With us working together, though, I can only do as much as you let me. It’s going to be intimidating, and you may not like it, but I want to help you feel better, Mr. Barnes. You deserve to feel better.” Positive reinforcements are always a good thing so long as they’re not condescending or passive aggressive. It’s all in the delivery, you’ve learned. It’s important patients feel comfortable when they’re with you – how else are they expected to be honest, then?

Bucky looks quizzically for a few moments before once more averting his anxious gaze. It made your heart hurt to see a man so beaten down and on edge; it felt so obvious to you, but then again, you were educated on how to find the tells. You could read him like a book right then. Feel everything radiating off of him, almost.

“What kind of things will you do..?” Bucky inquires after a beat.

“Well, I’d like you to start keeping a journal that we could use for our sessions. It’ll help you keep a record of what you’re feeling and we could use it like a workbook – there’d be homework involved, but there’d be nothing I know you can’t handle.”

“Homework?”

You smile, a nod of your head: “Work sheets, sometimes I’ll ask you to read something for me or answer a few questions, sometimes I’ll give you a worksheet you can use when necessary – then the next time I see you, we’ll go over what you’ve brought back and assess together so I can help you understand.”

He’s tentative to the idea, you can see it. It’s clear Bucky is very selective and reserved. You can only imagine how much strife this poor man has been through. But you see the light in him. You do. He wouldn’t be here if he didn’t want to get better.

“...I don’t want to be unhappy anymore,” Bucky says, almost not catching the words if not for the fact the room is silent except for the two of you. “I can help you, Bucky,” you assure him, voice sincere. “We just need to work together and let me give you the tools to be happy. Do you think you can do that for me, Mr. Barnes?”

It’s clear your words seem to rock Bucky in some way, because he looks at you with something that almost resembles shock. As if he’s never heard anyone say something like that to him, has never wanted to help him become himself again. And if his experiences with Raynor is anything to base off of, Bucky needs a proper support system and someone who’s there with his best interest in mind. You can be that for him - even if it is your job irregardless. 

He’s silent, eyes darting away and breaking the brief moment of eye contact between the both of you. Then, a nod.

“I can try.” it might as well be a promise.

“That’s all I’ll ever ask of you.”

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please dear god this was AMAZING.

A Different Kind of Therapy

Pre-TFATWS!Bucky Barnes x Plus-size f!Reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes needs to find a date. His therapist has insisted he "foster" some relationships and has tasked with the insurmountable feat of finding someone to date. Bucky is pretty sure who he wants and it just so happens to be Raynor's assistant. With a little charm and a lot of pushing from Raynor, Bucky might just get that date after all...

>Word Count: 1,741

>Warnings: mentions of murder, psychological trauma and little bit of an erection.

All my works are 18+ (MINORS DNI). I am not responsible for the choices you make on the internet.

A/N: And so it begins! I have so many ideas to work through, so many WIP but this one was demanding I start it. This will be a series and possibly connect to another series I'm also working on! I haven't made all the decisions regarding this one yet, so everything is still flexible. I will also be editing and compiling all my work into a new MASTERLIST!! I appreciate likes, reblogs, and comments but especially reblogs (use that button, it won't hurt you.)

“Welcome back, James.”

Christina Raynor took her seat across from the tall, dark haired man who had sunk into her couch. He sat rigidly, his hands twisted in his lap as he fidgeted with the gloves he was wearing. His blue eyes scanned the room, searching for escape routes, as he always did. Raynor pulled out her notebook and pen and examined her notes. 

“We were talking about your relationships last time,” she told him, even though she knew he remembered. 

He shrugged. “Why do you call me James? Why not Bucky?”

Raynor studied him. He grit his teeth under her gaze. He hated that look. Like he was too fragile to handle whatever she was about to say. Like she had to choose her words carefully for fear of breaking him.

“Your name—,” she began but Bucky rolled his eyes. 

“I know my name, Doc.” 

“Do you?” she snapped quickly, upset at how he had already begun to dig his heels in. “Do you know who James Buchanan Barnes is anymore?”

He narrowed his eyes on her. “I’ll let you know when I figure it out,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. She was unimpressed. 

“That is what we are here for, James.” She ignored his scowl. “Your relationship with yourself is your first problem. You think that going by Bucky alone separates you from who you were before the fall. But it doesn’t change that it happened. And that you were affected by it. And you have to deal with that at some point.”

Bucky barked out a mirthless laugh. “You think I haven’t dealt with it? You think I don’t know that it happened? It didn’t just happen, Doc. I did those things. I was those things—”

“And you’re not anymore,” Raynor interjected. “And I would argue that you never were. You had no choice in the matter. The hands were yours but the mind was not. And you have to stop punishing yourself for it.”

Bucky ground his teeth together, the nerve in his jaw ticking furiously. Raynor chuckled and it set him on fire.

“You’re a terrible fucking therapist.”

“Tell me about the relationships you’ve been fostering.”

“Fuck you.”

“You want to keep coming to therapy, Barnes?” She looked him dead in the eye as she spoke. “You like hanging out here every week, is that it? Because the more you keep your anger and frustration to yourself, the more you avoid interacting with the world, the more you bitch about therapy, the longer these sessions go on.”

“What do you want from me?” Bucky growled back. “I’m 107 and I have no idea what to even look for. I don’t know what my life is supposed to look like now. How do I find someone who won’t be repulsed by what I’ve done?”

“It wasn’t—”

“I KNOW!” Bucky’s voice rose so quickly, it startled him too. He didn’t usually get loud. He hated loud noises. And he hated losing his temper. 

“I know it wasn’t my fault,” he continued, quieter. “I know it wasn’t ‘me’ all those years, that I had no choice, that I was just as fucked as the people I was sent to kill.”

He stopped for a moment, his hands twisting in his lap again. He pulled off his left glove and flexed the dark metal hand, opening and closing his fist. He let out a defeated sigh.

“But I still did it. And I remember all of it.” He looked down at his lap. “Do you know how much I wish I could forget? How much I wish Hydra had done the job properly and erased those memories forever? I’m stuck living with this and I have to find some way to make peace with it and until I do, I can’t see how a relationship is beneficial to me. Or to the other person.”

Raynor considered him for a moment.

“What about dating?” she asked.

“What about it?” he snapped back. 

“Well, have you tried it?”

He scowled at her again. “Sorry, it’s a bit difficult to find a date when you’re a walking red flag.”

“You have a lot to offer, James. You’re a good man, you’re good looking, strong, kind…”

He let her rattle off her list of reasons why he was New York’s most eligible emotional hazard, leaning back into the couch and staring out the glass cutout in her office door. He watched her assistant accept a package from a delivery guy who was obviously trying to get her number. She smiled kindly but didn’t give him an inch, sending him on his way. Bucky studied her. She was pretty, very pretty, he noticed a little shamefully. Stop checking out your therapist’s secretary, Barnes. He should have looked away but he couldn’t somehow. He watched her pull out the scheduling book and attack it with a pen, her pink tongue peeking out from between her lips as she concentrated. He couldn’t see her whole body but what he saw made him lick his lips unconsciously. She looked soft, warm. Her skin glowed and he found himself unable to keep his eyes from wandering down from her face, over her shoulders and the swell of her breasts, down to her curvy hips and her beautiful thighs wrapped in a tight pencil skirt that did little to hide how voluptuous she was. Bucky wanted to get lost in her, sink into that soft skin, grip her hips and thighs and wrap them around him—

“She’s single, you know.”

Bucky snapped out of his reverie and his eyes met Raynor’s, who was smirking so hard he felt sure her face would stay like that permanently if she didn’t stop. 

“Huh?” he said stupidly. He had been caught, he knew this. But he wasn’t going to give Raynor the satisfaction of admitting that. Not that she needed him to admit it anyway. Bucky shifted again in his seat, this time acutely aware of his inconvenient erection pushing against the seam of his jeans. He subtly arranged himself to block Raynor’s view, but it felt pointless now. She was still smirking at him. 

“Her name is Y/N. She’s studying to be a psychologist. She lives in the city. Just broke up with her boyfriend, actually. Her friends have been trying to set her up on dates.”

“Can’t imagine what that’s like,” Bucky replied coolly. “Surely you’re not trying to set me up with your assistant, Doc? She looks very nice. She doesn’t deserve that.”

Raynor rolled her eyes. “I actually think she’d be good for you. She’s not a pushover, she’s smart and very empathetic. And if you’re looking for someone who can handle psychological trauma, she’s pretty good at it.”

“Are you trying to get rid of me?” Bucky said, his own smirk forming. “Not very nice to pass off your trauma patient to a poor, unsuspecting psych major.”

“Cut the crap, Barnes. I saw you staring at her. You seemed to be enjoying the view and I’ve just told you she’s available. What are you going to do about it?”

Bucky grit his teeth again. He resisted the urge to look at Y/N again, knowing that if he did, he might not have the resolve to hold his ground against Raynor. 

“She seems nice. Perfectly well-adjusted,” he said, staring at a spot just above Raynor’s head to avoid her piercing gaze. “So she doesn’t need me screwing that up.”

Raynor threw her hands up in annoyance. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

Bucky shrugged. “Guess that means more court-mandated sessions for both of us.”

Raynor narrowed her eyes at him. “Fine. You won’t ask her out, find someone else. Your homework this week is to find a date.”

“What?” Bucky spluttered, his eyes widening in horror. “Are you insane?”

“If you refuse to go out and be part of the world on your own, then I’m going to make you.” Raynor leveled him with a sobering stare. “You have one week to find a nice person and ask them on a date. And you have to follow through. Otherwise, I’ll recommend six more months of therapy.” 

“You really are a terrible therapist.”

“Our time is up for today, Sergeant Barnes,” Raynor said, with a sardonic smile. “Don’t let me keep you. You’ve got a lot to do.” 

Bucky thrust himself up from the couch, pushing his left hand back into its glove. “Thanks for nothing, Doc,” he grumbled. 

He walked out into the lobby, still cursing under his breath and found himself suddenly right in front of the pretty assistant they had just been discussing. Bucky hoped to God he wasn’t blushing as he pulled his eyes up to meet hers. She gave him a bright smile that left cracks in his defenses and his heart beating unsteadily. 

“Same time next week, Sergeant Barnes?” she said. He watched her plush mouth form his name and he had to reconfigure his senses for a moment. 

Something was creeping up in him. He needed to turn and leave. He needed to get out of this surprisingly small room with this girl who was undoing all his hard work at remaining composed by just standing there. He felt like he was gonna puke suddenly, something rising in his chest, too fast to stop when it came falling out of his mouth before he could contain it.

“Do you wanna get some coffee?” he blurted. “With me?” he clarified, a little softer.

Her eyes searched his face for what felt like an eternity before she spoke. 

“Sure,” she smiled at him, then turned and grabbed her purse from behind her desk. “I have time right now, if that works for you.”

Bucky blinked. He hadn’t expected it to be now. He thought he’d have time to talk himself out of it, at least. But she was standing there, looking up at him expectantly and he had no real reason to say no. He nodded.

“Now works,” he said hoarsely. He cleared his throat then tried again. “Now is good.”

“Dr. Raynor, I’ll be taking my lunch now,” Y/N said, speaking to someone directly behind Bucky. Bucky turned slowly on the spot and found himself face-to-face with his therapist. She was wearing her smug smirk again.

“You two have fun,” she said, barely containing her laughter. “And take your time!”

Bucky glared at her. She was the worst therapist ever.

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I AM INCONSOLABLE ABOUT THE PAM AND TOMMY TRAILER RIGHT NOW OH MY GOOOOOOOOD

#sebastian stan #pam and tommy

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i would like to point out my absolute stupidity in which i did not know that OWEN WILSON PLAYED MOBIUS UNTIL TODAY JULY 15th please have fun laughing at me

#marvel #mcu cast #loki laufeyson #loki #mobius #im an idoit

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dance with me love

pairing: bucky barnes x female reader

warnings: a little crying

word count: 600

summary: it’s buckys birthday and he just wants to dance like it’s the 40s

authors notes: this is my first bucky fic so please leave feedback also i know it’s short ok. also i’m on mobile so yeah sorry if it sucks.

so everyone knows buckys been through a lot. he’d never admit it but he misses so many things from the 40s, it was so much simpler then. getting a girlfriend was so easy for him at that time. all he had to do was a flash a smile and simple “hi there doll” and they were his. while that doesn’t work anymore he still managed to get what he would call the most beautiful girl in the world. y/n had been puzzling for him at first because unlike everyone else he immediately wanted to trust her. he instantly felt like she was more than perfect but she wasn’t like the girls from the 40s. she was loud and liked to tease bucky which he didn’t mind because he loved her laugh. when he finally got the courage to ask her out he took her to a park and had a picnic set up. it was the nicest thing anyone had ever done for her. fast forward 6 months and the couple is still happily together but today was especially hard for bucky because it was his birthday. it made him think of all the times he’d celebrated before the war. all he wanted to do was go dancing with his best girl. it made him want to cry because nobody really danced anymore at least not the way he wanted to. so when you got home from work to a sobbing bucky on the couch you were confused to say the least because he never talked about his birthday. so when you calmly asked him “bucky baby what’s wrong?” and he answered with “it’s my birthday” you instantly understood why he was so upset. you were trying to think of things to make it better when he looked up at you, blue eyes shimmering, and asked “could we maybe dance together” you blinked because you would have never thought of that. when you nodded he sniffles and grinned so wide it must have hurt. he grabbed your hand and pulled himself of the couch telling you to “go put on a pretty dress we’re turning this living room into a dance hall” when you walked back into the living room after putting on the pretty red dress that bucky loved so much you gasped at seeing the way that he had pushed the furniture around and already put a record on. he was dressed in a simple dress shirt and pants but he looked breathtaking. when he saw you he smiled “you look gorgeous doll” you blushed and walked towards him he grabbed your hand kissing it before spinning you around like it was second nature. he looked at you and asked “have you ever danced like this before?” you shook your head and he chuckled “well you’re in luck doll face because you happen to be in the company of the best dancer in brooklyn” you giggled and held on to him as you two spun and glided around the makeshift dance floor. when the record stopped playing bucky looked at you with nothing but love in his eyes. he tried to make words but all that would come out was a few stray tears. you kissed him slowly and asked him “show me more of this” you said gesturing to you two still dancing. he looked at you before asking “you really want to learn?” you nodded and he looked so excited. the two of you danced the night away before eventually calling it a night but vowing to have a dance night a couple times a month

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes fic #bucky barns x you #bucky barnes #bucky barnes feels #bucky barnes fluff

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ok so i’m kinda new to the whole bucky fic world in terms of writing it. BUT i would really like to hear some suggestions! i have a few ideas already but i want to know what you guys think so please, please, PLEASE send me some requests!

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barns x you #bucky barnes fic #the avengers #marvel #steve rogers

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umm wow

hiii! can you write something about daddy kink with Peter Parker?❤️

ajshdajdh sure, also i just realised that i havent actually written smut for peter till now lol.

Good Girl

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Pairing- kind of dom!Peter Parker x reader

Word count- 1046 hehe

Warning- smut hehe, daddy kink, using webs for tying up, swearing, a lil spanking, a lil orgasm denial? don’t be a loner, cover your boner!

You knew what you were signing up for as you clicked ‘send’ in your chat with Peter, after a full session of clicking pictures that were sure to tease him and distract him very much, especially since he was out patrolling. You, however were feeling a little mischievous and wanted to tease him, as you knew the result of it.

Which was why now you were pinned on the bed, clothes discarded on the floor, with your hands webbed up above your head while Peter pulled his fingers out of you just as you let out a huge moan, indicating that you were close to your high.

“How many is that, now?” he growled in your ear, nibbling your earlobe.

“4, daddy.” you whimpered, eyes shut as your whole body shook and tingled under his body. You realised what you had said out loud. He heard it too and smirked at you, making your face flush red.

His hands went down your pussy again, pinching your clit and slapping it a few times, making you cry out in pleasure. He attached his lips to your neck, sucking on one of the dark bruises he had left not long ago.

“Daddy, huh? My sweet, sweet girl has a daddy kink? Is that so?” he whispered in a raspy voice. You were unable to form words and only whimpered in response.

“Answer me, princess.” he growled, pinching your clit again and making you cry in pleasure. You slowly nodded your head, making him tut.

“Use your words, sweetheart. Wanna hear you say that.”

“Yes, daddy.” you breathed out.

“Good girl.” he praised you, coming close to your face and giving you a lustful kiss, moaning into your mouth, while the tip of his cock teased your entrance.

“Peter...please...” you whined, arching your back slightly, wanting nothing more than to come.

“Use forgot one word, princess. I wanna see you asking properly what you want, baby girl.” he said cockily, making you feel wetter.

“Daddy, please please, let me cum, I’ll be good, I promise. Please, daddy.” you were begging now, trying to move your wrists. You whined a little more, making him chuckle and run his fingers all over your delicate skin, making your skin tingle.

“Since you asked so nicely, princess.” he cooed. “But you need to be on your knees, baby.” with that he flipped you over, helping you on your knees and prop your elbows on the bed whilst your wrists stayed tied.

He lined his cock at your entrance and teased you a bit, knowing fully well what he did to you. You groaned needily, wanting him inside you badly. As if he read your mind, he slowly began thrusting inside you, eliciting a loud moan from you at the feeling of his length inside you.

He thrusted in and out at an excruciatingly slow speed, making you whine, wanting to feel more of him.

“Peter” you gasped out.

“Hmm, what’s the matter, princess? Forget what to say?” he said cockily, spanking your cheek, making you let out a small squeak.

“Daddy go faster please, wanna feel you so bad.” you whined.

“Tell me what you want, princess. I wanna hear you say from that pretty little mouth.” he growled in your ears, nibbling your earlobe and pinching your nipple gently.

“Please daddy, fuck me, i wanna feel you deep inside me.” you were begging now, a complete mess below him, impatiently waiting for his response.

“Alright, princess. Your wish will be granted.” with that, he began thrusting inside you, giving your ass another light spank, while you threw your head back in pleasure, dirty words pouring out of your mouth as his cock went deeper and deeper, moving smoothly in your wet cunt.

“This is what you want, huh? Me fucking your pussy hard, even though you’ve been a bad girl?” he growled, grabbing your waist firmly and squeezing it with one hand, his other hand playing with your nipples, making you cry out in pleasure.

“Fuck, yes daddy, I’m so close. Feel so good, daddy.” you clenched around his cock, savouring the pleasurable jolts running through your body as his cock thrusted deeply in you. You could feel a knot in your stomach coming undone.

“Daddy, I’m close.” you whimpered, hoping he wouldn’t pull out this time. To your relief, he didn’t, as he pulled out and thrusted deep, hitting that spot inside you. He was close to his high as well and could come any moment now. Moans from both of you and the sound of skin slapping filled the room, your bodies glistening with sweat.

“Oh I’m not gonna last, princess!” he exclaimed, grunting as he came inside you, his cum filling you up. You cussed in ecstasy, your high following his moments later. His thrusts became slower and sloppier and gradually stopped as he slowly pulled out of you and went up to your hands, removing the webs from your wrists, leaving them free for you to move.

You turned around and lied down on your back beside him, a faint ache present between your thighs. You panted as you regained your breath, him doing the same. He pulled you closer towards him and gave you a soft kiss on your forehead, making you smile.

“So, you gonna send me pictures in the middle of a patrol?”

“Oh, I'm definitely sending them again, not sure whether during patrol or when we’re away from each other due to some reason.” you replied cheekily, making him crack a sheepish grin. He got off the bed and ade his way to your bathroom, grabbing the cloth you always used for cleaning up and washed it with some warm water and brought it back to clean up the mess created by his and your juices mixed.

“Wanna take a shower?” he asked, even though he already knew the answer.

“Yeah, sure.” and you got off the bed and tried to stand up, but you couldn’t because of the little pain between your thighs. He held you in his arms, smirking and looking at you cockily, making you throw a light punch at him. He lifted you and carried you to the bathroom. You enjoyed a nice and relaxing bubble bath with him.

the end

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