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[buckysbest]

IT WAS GOOD UNTIL IT WASN'T

CHAPTER TWO: CAN I?

PAIRING: Steve Rogers x Reader

Series Warnings: NSFW TOPICS, Manipulative/Toxic tendencies, sad boi steve rogers, cheating, alcohol

Series Summary: Heartbreak follows her everywhere and Steve Rogers is nothing but the latest victim, at least thats what she thought? Now she can't shake the feeling of him no matter where she goes.

Word count: 1.8K

A/N: Hey lovelies! Sorry I haven't been posting much, I am have just had a lot going on the past few weeks. I absolutely adore all of you (@lookiamtrying im talking to you extra) and I cant wait to see what you guys think!

ps sorry for any typos lol I really wanted to give you guys something today

Series Masterlist coming soon // Masterlist Coming soon

You could pretend you weren't petty and you could pretend he didn't have your blood boiling, but you knew you’d only be lying to yourself. At the sound of her voice, your stomach had dropped practically through the pavement and you were pissed.

Your “vacation” in Miami now officially cut short as you found yourself leaning back into your increasingly uncomfortable plane seat. You drummed your nails on the back of your phone as you began to actually consider the consequences that would follow the impulse purchase of your ticket.

You knew you shouldn't go back. You knew what kind of message this sent.

It practically screamed your need for attention from your boy in red, white, and blue while also displaying the jealousy you couldn't quite push down for all yo see

But you just couldn't help yourself.

If he was going to disrupt your plans this heavily, the least you could do is return the favor.

The sun was just rising over the wing of the aircraft as the flight attendants made their final rounds and speeches to the nearly empty plane. The pounding headache from your night of partying was only worsened as the roar of the engines seemed to get louder and louder. In an attempt to mitigate the pain, you pushed the power button on your phone and shoved it into the seat pocket beside you. Your head found the back of the seat with a small groan as your frustration with yourself only grew.

In need of some peace, you let your tired and heavy eyes drape shut. Much to your dismay, they only provided a screen for the tortuous highlight reel of his hands on your body to play upon.

This was going to be a long flight.

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As the wheels of the plane finally landed, you quickly gathered your limited belongings and headed straight for the exit. Your rushed departure from Miami couldn't have been more obvious to the other passengers and pedestrians around you. The early morning business class was filled mostly with people in professional wear which provided a stark contrast to your, albeit, slutty and glittering minidress.

Your heels echoed throughout the airport with each step toward the exit of the building, disrupting the stillness of the morning. As you finally crossed the threshold into the fresh air, your driver waved you down excitedly. The pain in your head worsened once again as your agitation grew and you slid on your sunglasses with an eye roll.

“Miss. Y/N, it is really so lovely to see you, we all missed you so much! Your father was incredibly excited that you decided to come home early!”

As you walked further from the building, he rushed around you, gathering your belongings from you as he continued to sprinkle you with unnecessary compliments.

“Mhm, yeah, Thomas, that's really lovely- truly, do you mind though, can we just skip home and just go to the penthouse please?”

The request surprised him a bit, probably because your father prepared him for a different sight exiting the airport. Instead of a burnt out party-girl chomping at the bit for the comforts of home, he was met with a hungover and irritable heiress already smothered over her newly acquired lack of freedom.

The serenity of the ride into the city allowed you a moment of reflection as hints of guilt began to pool in the bottom of your stomach. While your attitude didn't completely improve, you did feel bad for the way you had spoken to Thomas because in all fairness, the limo was far warmer and comforting than the unwelcoming New York air and you knew he was simply doing his job.

The tension in the vehicle seemed to diffuse a little as you got closer to your apartment. Your eyes and energy had rather refocused on the real reason for your return as you turned to your phone, staring at the messages Steve had left you.

3:15 (We’ll talk in the morning, ok?)

3:20 (Sweetheart, look, if it's really important, I can stay up for a bit longer)

4:00 (did you at least get home safe?)

5:00 (doll, you're making me nervous, please just let me know your safe)

You bit your lip in concentration but your eyes were drawn away from your phone before you could craft a response as the car found itself coming to a slow stop. Thomas made his way to your door, opening it and offering you a hand as you stepped out and took in the building. After the all-too-long ride up the elevator, your mind was settled as you entered your top floor home. It was just how you had left it two months ago and it felt good to be back.

“Just a moment thomas, I just need to get changed”

Thomas awkwardly dismissed himself back to the car as you walked into your bedroom and subsequent closet. You paused under your closet archway briefly to finally type the response you had been thinking over.

8:00 am ( can I come over? or do you have company)

Your nails met your lips as you nervously awaited his response.

8:00 am (wait what? are you home already?)

8:00 am (you know you can come over anytime )

A smile grew on your lips at his timely response. Your hands rummaged through the variety of drawers lining the walls of your wardrobe before stopping to feel the lace of a white set of lingerie you knew he couldn't resist. Sliding it on, your eyes gel onto the perfect outfit for your intended purposes.

The black velvet top and matching skirt hugged your body in a way that should be illegal while your diamond-studded pumps found their way onto the floor replaced by equally stunning white pumps. They rubbed slightly on the blisters you had acquired in the past week as you quickly made your way back out the door after grabbing your handbag from the couch.

‘He lived right down the street’ you repeated to yourself as traffic dragged what should have been a five minute ride into a fifteen minute endeavor.

The anticipation of being reunited began to expose itself as your skin began to glisten and an excited glow rose onto your face. Before Thomas could even put the car fully in park, you had already opened the door, saying a quick don't wait up before slamming the door shut.

Your legs couldn't seem to move quick enough as you walked through the hallways until you reached his door. Your heels must have given your arrival away because before your knuckles could even knock on the door, he swung it open and pulled you into a tight embrace.

“I am so glad you're safe”

His warm breath tickled your neck as he mumbled the soft words into your hair. A small smile found its way onto your face at the notion before you raised yourself onto your tippy toes, whispering back an “I missed you”.

You could feel the silence and comfort in everyone of your muscles as they relaxed into the man you knew all too well. You turned around, stepping into the threshold of his home without breaking the strong grip that he still had on you. Taking the small note, he released you slightly, pulling his large frame through the door as well before he shut it gently. His eyes softened as they met yours for the first time in two months.

“What are you doing home?” A small smile raised onto his face as you took another step into him, laying your head on his chest.

“I already told you, I missed you,” you replied as his hands that laid respectfully on your lower back were lowered by your own mischievous hands. You placed a soft kiss beneath his ear, “Did you miss me too Cap?”

A small groan left his mouth at the nickname and you knew you were close to getting what you wanted.

You lead his hands once again lower, this time to the bottom of your skirt, prompting him to slide it up a bit. Your hands finally left his as you reached them up around his neck and leaned in.

His lips met yours halfway in a movement that could only be described as desperate.

The slow and agonizing pace that he had tried to set for you was now gone as he patted your thighs and you jumped. He carried you to his bedroom, tossing you onto the bed and crawling on top of you.

His mouth then began to make its way down the side of your neck, eliciting a loud moan from your painted lips. A satisfied smirk momentarily appeared on his face as he lifted his eyes to meet yours. They seemed to search your eyes for a moment before they broke away from yours with a small frown. His hovering form came down as he placed his head on your chest with a groan.

“What's wrong cap?” you joked slightly as you ran your hands through his hair.

“Steve?”

“I can’t do this doll.” His sweet eyes raised to meet yours and you could immediately tell they were filled to the brim with guilt.

“Of course you can Ste-”

“You don’t understand y/n,” he said with a deep sigh before pulling himself further back and standing up. He began to pace slightly as he continued with a frustrated groan, “I- fuck- “

Your eyes widened at the uncharacteristic language and behavior of your golden boy as his eyes met yours once again. “I-I finally found someone who will give me what you cant y/n.” He paused momentarily, as if being hit by the recoil of the gun he had just fired into your heart. “She, She really sees a future with me doll and, and I-I can't just throw that all away for nothing” he says. His words and his eyes were laced with propositions and it really appears like he's trying to convince himself more than you.

Nonetheless, your heart dropped to your stomach and you could feel tears threatening to brim at your eyes. “Nothing? Am I nothing to you Steve?”

“Oh- of course no- I didn't mean it like that,” he sighed as he quickly walked back over to you.

You extended an arm out before pulling him back onto the bed and flipping him over. Straddling his hips, you leaned down and laid into his chest. His arms once again found their way around you, if only because of muscle memory. You held this embrace for a moment before sighing out your own proposition.

“I’ll go Steve… I’ll go and leave forever if you really want…. Just tell me..” You leaned your head up slightly to meet his ear and whispered,

“Is that what you really want?”

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Athena!! How are you? Are you feeling better? ❤❤

hey bb!!

feeling a bit better! i've had some medical stuff that has been a bit troublesome but i'm gonna try getting back to posting soon because I miss ur reactions lol

thanks for checking in :) <3

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mina!!! i’m so glad you liked it!!

PAIRING: best friend!bucky barnes x reader

WARNINGS: none i dont think!

WORD COUNT: <1k

A/N: hey babies, heres a little cutesy one-shot!

also!!!!! here is the link for my new request form! One will be chosen and written for Wednesday!

as always, you are loved <3

// masterlist //

Five years was an extraordinarily long time to love someone and not say it. This is what she told herself as her eyes met with the deviously handsome James Buchanan Barnes from across the dance hall. A smile crept onto her face as she straightened her posture and carefully stepped across the splintered wooden floor beams. He followed suit, smiling graciously as he nodded and pushed past the unknowing patrons. His eyes lit up as they finally met in the middle of the dance floor. A boyish grin painted his face as he bowed, offering her his hand.

“A dance m’lady?” he said with a chuckle that brightened the room. Her heart melted as she accepted his hand and mustered a courteous smile. As his hand met her waist and they began swaying to the swell of music, she began to ponder. She knew the band was playing their favorite ballad and she knew it was possibly the last time they would ever dance together, but still she couldn't quite convince herself that now was the time. She leaned her head onto his shoulder and she was reminded of nights past as she inhaled his comforting scent.

The rain pounded on the windows of the large establishment and it provided the perfect soundtrack to the heartbreak that filled her chest. As the song came to an end, her head lifting brought their dance to an abrupt halt. As their eyes met, no smile in the world could distract him from the tears that brimmed in her glassy eyes. His brow furrowed as his hand came up to her face, wiping the stray tear that had fallen. He took her hand and led her off the dance floor towards the back of the room. When they reached their normal booth, he saw her face contort in thought.

“Buck, I…” she trailed off as her eyes flirted with the exit on her right. “I think I want to go home… I really don’t mind if you want to stay though-”

His concerned voice cut her off mid thought “Doll, of course we can go!”

After their final goodbyes were said and they were finally able to make their way out of the crowded room, their intertwined fingers became soaked by the storm that waited for them. Her gown stuck to her skin while his uniform kept the water away causing a small chuckle to leave her lips.

“Well this seems a bit unfair James, doesn't it?”

He returned the chuckle with nothing but adoration as her mood began to lift again and she became the best friend he had known for so long once again.

“Here you go sweetheart,” His broad frame, now only covered by a dark green button up and tie, extended offering her his jacket. She took it with another giggle, throwing it over her significantly smaller shoulders.

As they finally reached the flat, his home offered a much-needed break from the downpour outside. She had already found her way back to the bedroom by the time he had finished locking the door. A soft smile found itself on his face as he released a comforted exhale, she was always the last piece that made his home complete.

He flipped on the small box in his living room and sounds of Hogan's Heroes filled the silence as the show took over the television screen.

“Buck! You can’t stay in that wet clothing, you’ll get sick!”

When he turned around to meet her, his breath seemed to vanish. It wasn’t anything particularly special, but she looked incredible, as always.

“I was just waiting for you doll”

“So I could help you?” Her normal flirtatious response seemed to hold more weight than she had intended as his eyes raked over her body, covered in only one of his black tees.

His boyish smirk soon returned as he joked back “If you insist,” He closed the distance between the two of them entirely too quickly for her liking. “Mind helpin’ me with the tie?”

Her red face was barely visible by the light of the tv as her hands began to unknot the garment with a slight tremble. As she handed the tie to him, he found the silence that enveloped the room concerning. Fearing she had gotten upset again, he took a step back and leaned down to see her face, “Are you ok? I was only joking sweetheart. Do you wanna tell me what was bothering you? I hope I didn't upset yo-”

Biting her lip as he searched her face for answers, she cut him off, placing a gentle kiss on his lips. “I love you James”

“I love you too doll”

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PAIRING: best friend!bucky barnes x reader

WARNINGS: none i dont think!

WORD COUNT: <1k

A/N: hey babies, heres a little cutesy one-shot!

also!!!!! here is the link for my new request form! One will be chosen and written for Wednesday!

as always, you are loved <3

// masterlist //

Five years was an extraordinarily long time to love someone and not say it. This is what she told herself as her eyes met with the deviously handsome James Buchanan Barnes from across the dance hall. A smile crept onto her face as she straightened her posture and carefully stepped across the splintered wooden floor beams. He followed suit, smiling graciously as he nodded and pushed past the unknowing patrons. His eyes lit up as they finally met in the middle of the dance floor. A boyish grin painted his face as he bowed, offering her his hand.

“A dance m’lady?” he said with a chuckle that brightened the room. Her heart melted as she accepted his hand and mustered a courteous smile. As his hand met her waist and they began swaying to the swell of music, she began to ponder. She knew the band was playing their favorite ballad and she knew it was possibly the last time they would ever dance together, but still she couldn't quite convince herself that now was the time. She leaned her head onto his shoulder and she was reminded of nights past as she inhaled his comforting scent.

The rain pounded on the windows of the large establishment and it provided the perfect soundtrack to the heartbreak that filled her chest. As the song came to an end, her head lifting brought their dance to an abrupt halt. As their eyes met, no smile in the world could distract him from the tears that brimmed in her glassy eyes. His brow furrowed as his hand came up to her face, wiping the stray tear that had fallen. He took her hand and led her off the dance floor towards the back of the room. When they reached their normal booth, he saw her face contort in thought.

“Buck, I…” she trailed off as her eyes flirted with the exit on her right. “I think I want to go home… I really don’t mind if you want to stay though-”

His concerned voice cut her off mid thought “Doll, of course we can go!”

After their final goodbyes were said and they were finally able to make their way out of the crowded room, their intertwined fingers became soaked by the storm that waited for them. Her gown stuck to her skin while his uniform kept the water away causing a small chuckle to leave her lips.

“Well this seems a bit unfair James, doesn't it?”

He returned the chuckle with nothing but adoration as her mood began to lift again and she became the best friend he had known for so long once again.

“Here you go sweetheart,” His broad frame, now only covered by a dark green button up and tie, extended offering her his jacket. She took it with another giggle, throwing it over her significantly smaller shoulders.

As they finally reached the flat, his home offered a much-needed break from the downpour outside. She had already found her way back to the bedroom by the time he had finished locking the door. A soft smile found itself on his face as he released a comforted exhale, she was always the last piece that made his home complete.

He flipped on the small box in his living room and sounds of Hogan's Heroes filled the silence as the show took over the television screen.

“Buck! You can’t stay in that wet clothing, you’ll get sick!”

When he turned around to meet her, his breath seemed to vanish. It wasn’t anything particularly special, but she looked incredible, as always.

“I was just waiting for you doll”

“So I could help you?” Her normal flirtatious response seemed to hold more weight than she had intended as his eyes raked over her body, covered in only one of his black tees.

His boyish smirk soon returned as he joked back “If you insist,” He closed the distance between the two of them entirely too quickly for her liking. “Mind helpin’ me with the tie?”

Her red face was barely visible by the light of the tv as her hands began to unknot the garment with a slight tremble. As she handed the tie to him, he found the silence that enveloped the room concerning. Fearing she had gotten upset again, he took a step back and leaned down to see her face, “Are you ok? I was only joking sweetheart. Do you wanna tell me what was bothering you? I hope I didn't upset yo-”

Biting her lip as he searched her face for answers, she cut him off, placing a gentle kiss on his lips. “I love you James”

“I love you too doll”

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Athena! How are you my lovely? I can see you posted a new chapter of Calm! I've been meaning to read the series (and I will!) so I will catch up soon 🥰.

omg mina hi!! i’m really good!! i absolutely adore you!! i can’t wait to see what you think of it!!

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CHAPTER SEVEN(.5): Best Years Part 2

PAIRING: ex!Bucky barnes x reader

Warnings: mentions of traumatic events, medical stuff??, really poorly written medical stuff, i think thats it?

Series Summary: Bucky realizes one can only run from their problems for so long before they must returns home but he sure as hell wasn’t expecting her to be there when he did.

Word Count: <1k

A/N: WE'RE BACK BABY!!! finally I got the newest chapter up! This chapter is going to serve as an in between for Chapter eight and Chapter seven!

I also went through and re-edited the old chapters! this is for my OG readers, I love y'all! also if you're new to the series, its based off the album “calm” by 5sos! As always, thanks for supporting the series and I really love you guys! Let me know what you think!

Also a new announcement about my posting schedule will be coming tomorrow so stay tuned!

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To say that you had been devastated would be an understatement. They explained to you that due to the serum’s structure, he could only start to recover once his brain was able to send commands to the injured area. But Bucky hadn't opened his eyes in 3 weeks and with each passing day, the terrifying reality of him not returning to you became a more realistic one.

The impact on the team was so visible that fury pulled them from the public eye until further notice. You felt bad for the new recruits who had just earned a spot at the avengers complex. It was supposed to be the most exciting time of their lives but grief met them at every turn.

Natasha was the first to come to terms with the reality of the situation. She cried that night, in the arms of everyone else, but not a single mention of his name after that. You wondered what went on in her head when you saw her pass in the hallway. You knew it hurt her, you could tell by the small flinch that appeared on her face when she saw you. Just like everyone else in the compound, she saw Bucky in your eyes. It was hard trying to navigate the world as simply a reflection of tragedy.

During the grieving process, Sam served as the opposition to Nat. He seemed to keep the stoic neutrality he often embodied for the team as every leaned on him for support, but you were there when he visited Bucky every night. He always brought a new movie and stories of the day to fill the time, insisting he was there to comfort you, but the tears in his eyes and collection of Bucky's favorite films said otherwise.

You never minded though.

Sitting in the industrial hospital room alone for the entirety of the day was draining. The silence was only filled with the beep of his heart monitor and the sound of air that incubator rushed into his lungs. However it wasn't the lack of speech that truly made this silence heartbreaking, rather the lack of mechanical whirrs that left his arm when it swung around you or the missing jangle of dog tags that seemed to follow him everywhere.

Your only attempts to settle the silence were to fill it with the last bits of conversation you could remember. You could still feel the cold marble of the balcony under your feet and you hear the tear of flesh that followed his now empty promises. It took away your breath and it stopped any chance of sleep that you had, encompassing your every waking minute.

If you had only been an inch to the right.

Your hand found his as tears quietly fell from your eyes and a pained whisper came out of your mouth, “I would take it all back if I could.”

When you think about how that evening started, you wish you could live there forever. If you could only warn yourself. Your hand tightened around his as you begged to feel the warmth of his embrace once again. A knock invaded your memory, pulling you into reality as you wiped the tears from your face. “Come in”

“Hi Y/N”

You relaxed as the doctor entered the room. “Hi Dr. Blake, I can leave if you need the room” you said as you began to gather your phone and wallet.

“No! No, we are just re-checking for a change in vitals Y/N, you are absolutely fine”

As he pulled the flashlight from his pocket and began the neural functioning exam he completed every 6 hours, you allowed yourself to fall back into that moment. Sitting on the balcony, the promises he made were heavy on your heart. You would give anything to live that life with him.

“NURSE!” the startling exclamation from the doctor pulled you from your thoughts as you shot up from your chair. “He’s coming to, trying to breathe on his own, we need to remove the incubation tube!”

Your wide eyes brimmed with hopeful tears for the first time in weeks as they pulled the tube from his throat.

It took only days for his motor and verbal skills to return due to the serum finally being able to work, but you began to distance yourself from the soldier as the team began taking more and more of his time. As their hold on him tightened, your hold on yourself seemed to slip away. The nightmares became worse and every open door and window caused panic you had never felt before.

After the incident, your week-long stay turned into a permanent living situation. Unable to return to your room, you slept in Bucky’s hospital room while he was under. Upon his awakening and subsequent proposal, you were forced to confront the fear that entered your chest in order to gather your belongings and move them into his room. Hand in hand, you entered the room with Bucky. The white marble was still stained with his blood and upon seeing it, your breath caught in your throat.

“Y/N…”

You wiped your eyes before grabbing his hand, “I’m sorry Buck, I didn’t mean to- I just…”

His hand tightened around yours, “baby, i really don't mind grabbing your stuff”

“Bucky, you shouldn't even be in here... It’s not good for you’

“I’ve been through worse doll,” he said with a small chuckle.

It fell on deaf ears as you turned away from the balcony and into his chest. “I almost lost you…”

“I’m here… I promise”

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omg mina, the way i literally write to see what you say about each chapter!! ily!! this is gonna be a really good one i think!!

SCANDAL - PROLOGUE

PAIRING: 1940s!Royal!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Guns, Blood, Violence (i think thats it??)

Series Summary: After a long and violent war, Bucky and the reigning queen take their places as the newly crowned royals of England. However, after a violent assassination attempt, lives are caught in the balance and Bucky is forced to confront a ghost of his past. When forced to reveal his past, will the king prevail or will she lead him into the largest scandal in recent history?

Word Count: 1k

A/N: Hey babes! Scandal won the vote so here it is!! I hope you all really enjoy it!! I have big big plans for this series and I cant wait to share them!!

Masterlist Coming soon

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He looked as handsome as he always did. The dark green military uniform he wore fit him perfectly and reminded you of simpler times. If you were honest with yourself, it was the reason why you agreed to come to these stupid formal events in the first place. You had played this game before, showing up to royal events, dancing around heartbreak and broken promises. Tonight was different though. With each stolen glance and lingering gaze, your heart dropped deeper and deeper into your stomach. You didn't know what you had expected attending a wedding with him in the room, but now faced with the consequences of your foolish heart and naive demeanor, you knew no punishment could ever be greater than this.

Your sister sat at the head of the room, dazzling in her pale blue gown and perfect makeup. The crown upon her head was purely symbolic at this point but it didn't stop her from wearing it. Next to her sat Bucky, the newly crowned king. Their hands enveloped one another and smiles adorned both their faces as they gazed over the room. While your eyes were trapped on them, every other eye in the room was on you.

You knew that you looked stunning. You could tell that your off-the-shoulder gown had caught the attention of almost everyone in the room by the whispers that seemed to follow you throughout the night and the rather obnoxious stares that came from almost every man in the room. Mumblings exchanged about the queen's younger unmarried sister filled conversations in what seemed to be every room you entered, but you didn't care. You didn't wear the dress for them, you wore it for him and prayed the dark red that adorned your body was still his favorite color.

Song after song, men of great distinction came and asked for a dance only to be turned down by a polite smile and sweet words. Most people chalked it up to your gracious behavior or innocent attitude, but he knew why you said no to every proposition that came your way. Still, sometimes his insecurity would get the best of him and he would stare for a moment too long, captured in the claws of jealousy and awe. In those moments, he took in as much of you as he could. The sweet smile on your lips, the stunning fit of your gown, the glitter of your makeup under the ballroom lights. It was enough to risk it all.

As the band played their final song and the newlyweds gave their final goodbyes, the crowned king and queen left their seats and made their way to the car you knew waited for them behind the building. You knew that they were going back to their shared palace and their shared bed and it crushed your heart.

You knew that the evening was over and with a bittersweet sigh you leaned down to grab the purse that laid at your feet. Before you could rise up, glass broke and something whistled past your head. Screams erupted in the building as security rushed from across the room to get the last remaining member of the royal family out of the building, you. Bullets riddled the building walls as more snipers unleashed them upon the unexacting guests. Chaos reigned as screaming partygoers ran for the front exit. You tried to stabilize your shaking breath as you crawled across the floor to the back exit, counting the time between shots. You guessed there were nine snipers and you knew that the longer you stayed in the building, the chances of you surviving would dwindle. With one final breath, you slid off your heels and stood up, making a run towards the double doors. As you swung them open, you counted the seconds in your head, begging your estimations for reloading were correct.

They weren't.

One final shot rang out and a bullet entered the back of your shoulder. The force of the bullet pushed you all the way through the grand doors and onto the ground with a scream. Blood began to pool around you on the white marble flooring of the staircase. Your arm weeped as you reached it forward to pull your weakening body down the staircase, one step at a time. Carefully, you made your way down the staircase leaving a trail of blood in your wake.

You knew the wound placement wasn’t fatal but at the rate you were losing blood, you knew you needed to find help soon. As you finally reached the courtyard, you noticed a lone ford that sat parked in the back of the garage. Tearing a piece from the bottom of your gown, you carefully tied it around the large bullet hole that now accessorized your arm. With a tearful groan, you looked around at your surroundings before sprinting to the car. You frantically searched the center and the passenger seat before finding the keys under the driver's seat with a stroke of luck. You quickly flipped the key into the ignition and slammed your foot on the gas, not slowing until the palace gates were in sight. Your vision blurred, prompting your foot to slam on the gas at the foot of the gates. As you exited the vehicle, the guards with raised guns quickly recognized your face that was stained with pain. As you raised your hands in the air, the world around you seemed to collapse in.

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SCANDAL - PROLOGUE

PAIRING: 1940s!Royal!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Guns, Blood, Violence (i think thats it??)

Series Summary: After a long and violent war, Bucky and the reigning queen take their places as the newly crowned royals of England. However, after a violent assassination attempt, lives are caught in the balance and Bucky is forced to confront a ghost of his past. When forced to reveal his past, will the king prevail or will she lead him into the largest scandal in recent history?

Word Count: 1k

A/N: Hey babes! Scandal won the vote so here it is!! I hope you all really enjoy it!! I have big big plans for this series and I cant wait to share them!!

Masterlist Coming soon

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He looked as handsome as he always did. The dark green military uniform he wore fit him perfectly and reminded you of simpler times. If you were honest with yourself, it was the reason why you agreed to come to these stupid formal events in the first place. You had played this game before, showing up to royal events, dancing around heartbreak and broken promises. Tonight was different though. With each stolen glance and lingering gaze, your heart dropped deeper and deeper into your stomach. You didn't know what you had expected attending a wedding with him in the room, but now faced with the consequences of your foolish heart and naive demeanor, you knew no punishment could ever be greater than this.

Your sister sat at the head of the room, dazzling in her pale blue gown and perfect makeup. The crown upon her head was purely symbolic at this point but it didn't stop her from wearing it. Next to her sat Bucky, the newly crowned king. Their hands enveloped one another and smiles adorned both their faces as they gazed over the room. While your eyes were trapped on them, every other eye in the room was on you.

You knew that you looked stunning. You could tell that your off-the-shoulder gown had caught the attention of almost everyone in the room by the whispers that seemed to follow you throughout the night and the rather obnoxious stares that came from almost every man in the room. Mumblings exchanged about the queen's younger unmarried sister filled conversations in what seemed to be every room you entered, but you didn't care. You didn't wear the dress for them, you wore it for him and prayed the dark red that adorned your body was still his favorite color.

Song after song, men of great distinction came and asked for a dance only to be turned down by a polite smile and sweet words. Most people chalked it up to your gracious behavior or innocent attitude, but he knew why you said no to every proposition that came your way. Still, sometimes his insecurity would get the best of him and he would stare for a moment too long, captured in the claws of jealousy and awe. In those moments, he took in as much of you as he could. The sweet smile on your lips, the stunning fit of your gown, the glitter of your makeup under the ballroom lights. It was enough to risk it all.

As the band played their final song and the newlyweds gave their final goodbyes, the crowned king and queen left their seats and made their way to the car you knew waited for them behind the building. You knew that they were going back to their shared palace and their shared bed and it crushed your heart.

You knew that the evening was over and with a bittersweet sigh you leaned down to grab the purse that laid at your feet. Before you could rise up, glass broke and something whistled past your head. Screams erupted in the building as security rushed from across the room to get the last remaining member of the royal family out of the building, you. Bullets riddled the building walls as more snipers unleashed them upon the unexacting guests. Chaos reigned as screaming partygoers ran for the front exit. You tried to stabilize your shaking breath as you crawled across the floor to the back exit, counting the time between shots. You guessed there were nine snipers and you knew that the longer you stayed in the building, the chances of you surviving would dwindle. With one final breath, you slid off your heels and stood up, making a run towards the double doors. As you swung them open, you counted the seconds in your head, begging your estimations for reloading were correct.

They weren't.

One final shot rang out and a bullet entered the back of your shoulder. The force of the bullet pushed you all the way through the grand doors and onto the ground with a scream. Blood began to pool around you on the white marble flooring of the staircase. Your arm weeped as you reached it forward to pull your weakening body down the staircase, one step at a time. Carefully, you made your way down the staircase leaving a trail of blood in your wake.

You knew the wound placement wasn’t fatal but at the rate you were losing blood, you knew you needed to find help soon. As you finally reached the courtyard, you noticed a lone ford that sat parked in the back of the garage. Tearing a piece from the bottom of your gown, you carefully tied it around the large bullet hole that now accessorized your arm. With a tearful groan, you looked around at your surroundings before sprinting to the car. You frantically searched the center and the passenger seat before finding the keys under the driver's seat with a stroke of luck. You quickly flipped the key into the ignition and slammed your foot on the gas, not slowing until the palace gates were in sight. Your vision blurred, prompting your foot to slam on the gas at the foot of the gates. As you exited the vehicle, the guards with raised guns quickly recognized your face that was stained with pain. As you raised your hands in the air, the world around you seemed to collapse in.

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Omg im so glad you liked it! ❤️❤️

IT WAS GOOD UNTIL IT WASN'T

CHAPTER ONE: TOXIC

PAIRING: Steve Rogers x Reader

Series Warnings: NSFW TOPICS, Manipulative/Toxic tendencies, sad boi steve rogers, cheating, alcohol

Series Summary: Heartbreak follows her everywhere and Steve Rogers is nothing but the latest victim, at least thats what she thought? Now she can't shake the feeling of him no matter where she goes.

Word count: <1k

A/N: Hey lovelies! Welcome to a new series! This album series is inspired by It was Good Until It Wasn't by Kehlani! If you want to follow along I would suggest listening to Toxic by Kehlani while reading! Also my posting schedule is on Friday's and REQUESTS ARE OPEN! Thanks and I love you!!

Series Masterlist coming soon // Masterlist Coming soon

Bass pounded through her veins and into her head. Her hand came to her temple as she approached the bar for what might have been the fifth or sixth time that night if she had been counting. She pushed her way past two or three layers of people who were entirely too drunk to be making good decisions. The strobing red and blue lights fell onto her face, illuminating the back and forth occupying her brain for the past hour. As her eyes caught with the bartender’s, she began to play the game she knew too well. He came closer and her eyes fluttered a few times as she leaned forward. Her fingers gently landed on his forearm and she leaned into his ear. “Two shots of the best tequila you have please.”

“On the house” he replied with a wink.

She smiled lifting the glass in her right hand with a sheepish nod before turning around and downing them both with a scowl. On nights like these, she missed the burn that Don Julio used to hold but her swaying hips and innocent demeanor seemed to make the pricey alcohol more accessible these days.

The dance floor was crowded but she wanted the rush of adrenaline that came with being in a seedy nightclub in Miami. It's why she wore a low cut corset and a miniskirt shorter than her attention span this evening.

To put it plainly, she was bored.

It showed in her carefree attitude as she took the bait the men around her laid. Hands that drifted way too low and eyes that said way too much made up the majority of her evening and she was begging for a thrill. Her stunning features and alluring outfit highlighted the fact that her boredom did not stem from lack of interest. As men, both with and without women on their arm, eyed her up and down, there was just no proposition that she wanted to take up because with each encounter, she could only wish it was him.

Now, she was stuck. While she hated the idea of calling him and her stomach flipped at the notion, she needed him. She knew that Steve went to bed hours ago and she knew her desperation for him would come out for his sleep-ridden voice and the 5 or so shots she had taken.

Despite her best efforts, her back was soon leaning against the filthy brick wall of whatever fine establishment she had found herself in this evening. Her manicured nails clicked on the phone in a steady pattern as she dialed the number she knew all too well, only pausing to hover over the call button. It was her last out before she ultimately made the mistake she would regret in the morning.

It rang and rang and for a minute, she convinced herself that he wasn't going to answer.

Of course he wouldn't, its 3 in the morning and her golden boy needed to get up in 2 hours for hi-

“Y/N? Are you ok?”

Her heart fluttered at the concern that laced itself into every word that left his obviously exhausted mouth. The shuffle of his bed sheets made a playful smirk grow on her face as she imagined her favorite version of the super soldier that she knew all too well. She knew that tonight, on a Friday, he probably stayed up later than he should have reading and she also knew that he probably threw his white tee on the floor and she hoped his grey sweats followed.

“Y/N?” His voice pulled her from her fantasies as she began her lie in a voice sweet enough to cause cavities.

“Yeah, Yeah I’m ok, I’m really sorry, I didn't mean to wake you Steve, I just needed to talk to someone”

“What's on your mind?”

His compassion triggered a twang of guilt in her chest that she pushed back and rationalized with her neediness for the super soldier. “I miss you Cap, it's so lonely in Miami”

His throat cleared at the insinuation in her voice, bring a quiet and breathy giggle past her lips.

“You should be home in a couple weeks, right? then we can all get together and celebrate?”

She bit her lips as an excited blush rose to her face. “No Steve, I miss you”

“We’ll I miss you too bu-”

A soft groan interrupted his thought as she continued, “And I miss all the things we could be doing at 3AM if I weren't stranded in Miami right now.” She took his bashful silence in stride as her sickeningly sweet tone and dirty words began to attract the attention of not only Steve, but also three bouncers taking their smoke break. As she continued, a blush found even their faces at her innuendos and borderline vile language. “I’m just sad Stevie because these guys try and try, they just can't do it like you”

“Y/N-”

“And I promise I have been so so so good and-"

“Y/N, I-I really can't do this right now- I mean I really want to but” He paused for a moment and hope glimmered in her eyes but it was quickly gone as he continued.” I-I just cant…. You know how I feel and what I need from you”

At the sting of initial rejection, a bratty pout formed on her lips as she made another push. “Stevie, I know what you want and you know that I can't give you that right now. Why don’t you let me tell you what I need and take your mind off it? I’ll give you a hint, I haven't had it since my last night in New York”

As he let out a soft chuckle, his phone picked up a noise that shot her fluttering heart down, leaving it to shatter as it hit the floor.

“Babe, You coming back to bed?”

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IT WAS GOOD UNTIL IT WASN'T

CHAPTER ONE: TOXIC

PAIRING: Steve Rogers x Reader

Series Warnings: NSFW TOPICS, Manipulative/Toxic tendencies, sad boi steve rogers, cheating, alcohol

Series Summary: Heartbreak follows her everywhere and Steve Rogers is nothing but the latest victim, at least thats what she thought? Now she can't shake the feeling of him no matter where she goes.

Word count: <1k

A/N: Hey lovelies! Welcome to a new series! This album series is inspired by It was Good Until It Wasn't by Kehlani! If you want to follow along I would suggest listening to Toxic by Kehlani while reading! Also my posting schedule is on Friday's and REQUESTS ARE OPEN! Thanks and I love you!!

Series Masterlist coming soon // Masterlist Coming soon

Bass pounded through her veins and into her head. Her hand came to her temple as she approached the bar for what might have been the fifth or sixth time that night if she had been counting. She pushed her way past two or three layers of people who were entirely too drunk to be making good decisions. The strobing red and blue lights fell onto her face, illuminating the back and forth occupying her brain for the past hour. As her eyes caught with the bartender’s, she began to play the game she knew too well. He came closer and her eyes fluttered a few times as she leaned forward. Her fingers gently landed on his forearm and she leaned into his ear. “Two shots of the best tequila you have please.”

“On the house” he replied with a wink.

She smiled lifting the glass in her right hand with a sheepish nod before turning around and downing them both with a scowl. On nights like these, she missed the burn that Don Julio used to hold but her swaying hips and innocent demeanor seemed to make the pricey alcohol more accessible these days.

The dance floor was crowded but she wanted the rush of adrenaline that came with being in a seedy nightclub in Miami. It's why she wore a low cut corset and a miniskirt shorter than her attention span this evening.

To put it plainly, she was bored.

It showed in her carefree attitude as she took the bait the men around her laid. Hands that drifted way too low and eyes that said way too much made up the majority of her evening and she was begging for a thrill. Her stunning features and alluring outfit highlighted the fact that her boredom did not stem from lack of interest. As men, both with and without women on their arm, eyed her up and down, there was just no proposition that she wanted to take up because with each encounter, she could only wish it was him.

Now, she was stuck. While she hated the idea of calling him and her stomach flipped at the notion, she needed him. She knew that Steve went to bed hours ago and she knew her desperation for him would come out for his sleep-ridden voice and the 5 or so shots she had taken.

Despite her best efforts, her back was soon leaning against the filthy brick wall of whatever fine establishment she had found herself in this evening. Her manicured nails clicked on the phone in a steady pattern as she dialed the number she knew all too well, only pausing to hover over the call button. It was her last out before she ultimately made the mistake she would regret in the morning.

It rang and rang and for a minute, she convinced herself that he wasn't going to answer.

Of course he wouldn't, its 3 in the morning and her golden boy needed to get up in 2 hours for hi-

“Y/N? Are you ok?”

Her heart fluttered at the concern that laced itself into every word that left his obviously exhausted mouth. The shuffle of his bed sheets made a playful smirk grow on her face as she imagined her favorite version of the super soldier that she knew all too well. She knew that tonight, on a Friday, he probably stayed up later than he should have reading and she also knew that he probably threw his white tee on the floor and she hoped his grey sweats followed.

“Y/N?” His voice pulled her from her fantasies as she began her lie in a voice sweet enough to cause cavities.

“Yeah, Yeah I’m ok, I’m really sorry, I didn't mean to wake you Steve, I just needed to talk to someone”

“What's on your mind?”

His compassion triggered a twang of guilt in her chest that she pushed back and rationalized with her neediness for the super soldier. “I miss you Cap, it's so lonely in Miami”

His throat cleared at the insinuation in her voice, bring a quiet and breathy giggle past her lips.

“You should be home in a couple weeks, right? then we can all get together and celebrate?”

She bit her lips as an excited blush rose to her face. “No Steve, I miss you”

“We’ll I miss you too bu-”

A soft groan interrupted his thought as she continued, “And I miss all the things we could be doing at 3AM if I weren't stranded in Miami right now.” She took his bashful silence in stride as her sickeningly sweet tone and dirty words began to attract the attention of not only Steve, but also three bouncers taking their smoke break. As she continued, a blush found even their faces at her innuendos and borderline vile language. “I’m just sad Stevie because these guys try and try, they just can't do it like you”

“Y/N-”

“And I promise I have been so so so good and-"

“Y/N, I-I really can't do this right now- I mean I really want to but” He paused for a moment and hope glimmered in her eyes but it was quickly gone as he continued.” I-I just cant…. You know how I feel and what I need from you”

At the sting of initial rejection, a bratty pout formed on her lips as she made another push. “Stevie, I know what you want and you know that I can't give you that right now. Why don’t you let me tell you what I need and take your mind off it? I’ll give you a hint, I haven't had it since my last night in New York”

As he let out a soft chuckle, his phone picked up a noise that shot her fluttering heart down, leaving it to shatter as it hit the floor.

“Babe, You coming back to bed?”

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OMG YOU NEED TO STOP BEING SO SWEET, I WILL CRY

Put a Little Love on Me paring: Bucky Barnes x reader warnings: cute fluffiness, mentions of mental struggles, love, marriage? summary: Bucky recounts his experiences before making a life changing decision word count: >1k a/n: this is a little thing for @browngirlmagic ‘s 1k writing challenge!! Make sure to check her out if you don’t already follow her and wish her congrats on 1k! The prompt was Put a little love on me -Niall Horan and this was just the vibe I got from it! I hope you guys enjoy and I love y’all!

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oh my gosh i love you 🥺 you are the sweetest!!

PERFECT

paring: bucky barnes x reader warnings: stereotypical 2012-avengers tony type gala, no real warnings :) word count: 750+ a/n: hey lovelies! Happy first friday! My new upload schedule is uploading on fridays which is exciting! Also requests are still open! Thanks for requesting babes! love you guys! let me know what you think!

masterlist

“Wow..”

There weren’t many times in his rather long life that Bucky Barnes had been left breathless but tonight, as she walked down the white staircase in their living room, the long gown she wore glittered like stars on the clearest night and the black fabric clung to her frame for dear life.

A small smirk lifted her face as his eyes traced the seam that trailed her body, “You ready Sarge?”

A low whistle left his mouth and her ensuing giggle lifted his heart.

“M’lady”

Her face scrunched with a cheeky smile as she took his hand in hers, “How charming...”

She was clearly excited about the event tonight. It had been a while since she had seen everybody and her conversation as they walked to the venue showed her childlike excitement at the thought of long-needed reunions. Her heavenly voice echoed off the pavement like the click of her heels as her free hand scrolled through her phone looking for the tickets Tony had sent.

“And then we can maybe invite everybody back to the apartment if you want?” she mentioned, the glow of her phone dimming on her face as she looked up from the cellular device.

“James?”

The mention of his name pulled his eyes from her lips and him from his trance.

“Uhm, yeah, yeah... “ he cleared his throat.

“Is something wrong?” she said, concern painting her now creased her face.

“No! No, not at all! You just… I mean… Wow” His eyes once again took in her full form. Her heels stopped clicking on the sidewalk as he gently pulled her back. The worry in her brows melted as he placed a gentle kiss on her lips.

Not even her foundation could hide the blush that rose to the surface of her skin at the shock of the sudden action. His hands found the back of her waist, signaling his contentment, as he began walking again. The sheepish smile on her face hushed her momentarily.

Bashfully a small chuckle left her lips,“What.. What was that for?”

“Nothing Darling, you just look lovely tonight”

The adoration in his eyes as he took in her face warmed her chest and caused butterflies to erupt in her stomach. Her smile remained as they entered the old compound, his arm fastened tighter around her waist as they went through security and entered the ballroom.

Chatter filled the room as he escorted her to the bar.

“Hey Tin Man!”

Sam brought Bucky into a hug, patting his back with a smile. A giggle escaped her lips as she tossed her arms up, “I’m here too!”

“Oh trust me, I know” Sam laughed, pulling her into a hug before twirling her around and letting out a low whistle. “Aren’t you one lucky son of a bitch Bucky?”

“Alright Birdbrain, you're laying it on a bit thick” he said with a laugh, pulling her back into his side as Sam’s hands raised in surrender.

As the evening went on, guests came and left, they danced and laughed, and she couldn't shake the feeling of his hands on her the whole night. Eventually separated by Steve and Natasha, she could only steal glances from across the room as he chatted with his best friend.

As she ordered her next drink at the bar, Bucky wandered up behind her, grabbing her hips and placing a kiss behind her ear.

“You look perfect tonight doll”

His hot breath ran goosebumps down her spine. He spun her around as the final call rang out across the speaker, and they went to bid their goodbyes before making their final move, exiting the ballroom.

The walk home was a welcomed quiet as her head rested on his shoulder. Their arrival to the apartment was a welcome one as her aching feet begged to be released from their home in the heels she put on just for him. As his hand left hers, he headed for the kitchen as she headed for the bedroom. Peeling off her shoes, she then began to unzip her dress as a hand stopped her.

“Let me love,” he said gently. As she slid out of her gown and into a shirt of his, he handed her a glass of her favorite wine. She smiled lovingly at him, plopping down on the bed as he followed. His hands found her sore feet much to her delight. As he lovingly rubbed the pain away, her distracted gaze was broken by his voice. “I love you… so much”

“I love you too Buck”

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Ooohhh how about something with Bucky based on the song Perfect by Ed Sheeran?

thanks for requesting!! here you go!!

https://buckysbest.tumblr.com/post/647401652825014272/perfect-paring-bucky-barnes-x-reader-warnings

#the answering machine

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PERFECT

paring: bucky barnes x reader warnings: stereotypical 2012-avengers tony type gala, no real warnings :) word count: 750+ a/n: hey lovelies! Happy first friday! My new upload schedule is uploading on fridays which is exciting! Also requests are still open! Thanks for requesting babes! love you guys! let me know what you think!

masterlist

“Wow..”

There weren’t many times in his rather long life that Bucky Barnes had been left breathless but tonight, as she walked down the white staircase in their living room, the long gown she wore glittered like stars on the clearest night and the black fabric clung to her frame for dear life.

A small smirk lifted her face as his eyes traced the seam that trailed her body, “You ready Sarge?”

A low whistle left his mouth and her ensuing giggle lifted his heart.

“M’lady”

Her face scrunched with a cheeky smile as she took his hand in hers, “How charming...”

She was clearly excited about the event tonight. It had been a while since she had seen everybody and her conversation as they walked to the venue showed her childlike excitement at the thought of long-needed reunions. Her heavenly voice echoed off the pavement like the click of her heels as her free hand scrolled through her phone looking for the tickets Tony had sent.

“And then we can maybe invite everybody back to the apartment if you want?” she mentioned, the glow of her phone dimming on her face as she looked up from the cellular device.

“James?”

The mention of his name pulled his eyes from her lips and him from his trance.

“Uhm, yeah, yeah... “ he cleared his throat.

“Is something wrong?” she said, concern painting her now creased her face.

“No! No, not at all! You just… I mean… Wow” His eyes once again took in her full form. Her heels stopped clicking on the sidewalk as he gently pulled her back. The worry in her brows melted as he placed a gentle kiss on her lips.

Not even her foundation could hide the blush that rose to the surface of her skin at the shock of the sudden action. His hands found the back of her waist, signaling his contentment, as he began walking again. The sheepish smile on her face hushed her momentarily.

Bashfully a small chuckle left her lips,“What.. What was that for?”

“Nothing Darling, you just look lovely tonight”

The adoration in his eyes as he took in her face warmed her chest and caused butterflies to erupt in her stomach. Her smile remained as they entered the old compound, his arm fastened tighter around her waist as they went through security and entered the ballroom.

Chatter filled the room as he escorted her to the bar.

“Hey Tin Man!”

Sam brought Bucky into a hug, patting his back with a smile. A giggle escaped her lips as she tossed her arms up, “I’m here too!”

“Oh trust me, I know” Sam laughed, pulling her into a hug before twirling her around and letting out a low whistle. “Aren’t you one lucky son of a bitch Bucky?”

“Alright Birdbrain, you're laying it on a bit thick” he said with a laugh, pulling her back into his side as Sam’s hands raised in surrender.

As the evening went on, guests came and left, they danced and laughed, and she couldn't shake the feeling of his hands on her the whole night. Eventually separated by Steve and Natasha, she could only steal glances from across the room as he chatted with his best friend.

As she ordered her next drink at the bar, Bucky wandered up behind her, grabbing her hips and placing a kiss behind her ear.

“You look perfect tonight doll”

His hot breath ran goosebumps down her spine. He spun her around as the final call rang out across the speaker, and they went to bid their goodbyes before making their final move, exiting the ballroom.

The walk home was a welcomed quiet as her head rested on his shoulder. Their arrival to the apartment was a welcome one as her aching feet begged to be released from their home in the heels she put on just for him. As his hand left hers, he headed for the kitchen as she headed for the bedroom. Peeling off her shoes, she then began to unzip her dress as a hand stopped her.

“Let me love,” he said gently. As she slid out of her gown and into a shirt of his, he handed her a glass of her favorite wine. She smiled lovingly at him, plopping down on the bed as he followed. His hands found her sore feet much to her delight. As he lovingly rubbed the pain away, her distracted gaze was broken by his voice. “I love you… so much”

“I love you too Buck”

#bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x y/n #bucky barns x you #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes x female reader #marvel fanfiction #marvel x reader #marvel masterlist #request #requests are open

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What kind of requests can we send in? ❤

I pretty much take all marvel requests!

For Series:   

   - I really like to write series based on albums so you can send in a character and an album

             ex. bestfriend! reader x steve and fine line

- you can send in prompts and a character 

- you can also send in photos or gifs if you want!!

For One-Shots:

     - I take song, lyrics, and prompt requests along with just general character requests!!

I’ll let you know if I dont feel comfortable writing something!!

also I will write for all marvel characters!

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hey babes!! updates!!

I get home from uni in late april so you can expect updates for Calm!

Also, new series starting in April:

- Fine Line (reader x Steve Rogers)

- It was good until it wasnt (reader x Steve Rogers)

- Takes one to know one (reader x Bucky Barnes)

- scandal (King!Bucky Barnes x reader)

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Ohh my goodness, you're back? How have you been? ❤

Omg hi! I’m really good, just kinda stuck on what to write!! I wanna write stuff that people wanna read! Ily nonnie! thanks for asking!!