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Unusual first date

Steve Rogers x reader

Summary: You're supposed to meet up with your Twitter blind date at a cafe. With the arrival of your date's best friend it turns rather unusual.

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Warnings: mentions of injuries, mentions of a hospital

A/N: found this in my drafts. I'm not sure when I wrote this but it must have been around 2016-2017. Hope you enjoy it!

“I wish soulmates were real. It would make sure you didn't end up alone” was the tweet that got you here. Sitting in a Starbucks waiting for someone you never met before, not even sure how he -if it even was a he- looked like. You both agreed on wearing a blue sweater and black pants, hoping no one else decided on that outfit choice. Nervously you played with your drink.

Someone sitting down across from you, red henley shirt, long brown hair, worn down jeans and a smile on his lips made you look up rather confused. Did he forget your dress code? Didn't he say he's blonde?

“Hey. I know you're waiting for someone else… well you're waiting for my friend Steve but he somehow…” he lets out a soft chuckle. “Let's just say his dumb ass ended up in the hospital. He wanted to text you but his phone broke during his…'' he took a short break to think about his next word. “Accident.”

You tipped your head to the side. “Accident? Is he okay?” You couldn't help the worried look on your face which made the brunette smile even more. Finally you had the time to take him in better. He kinda looked like… Bucky Barnes. The newest addition to the Avengers. How many friends named Steve did he have? Was he a Steve magnet? “Yeah he's fine. Anyways I decided to bring the date to him then. If you're up for it” he smiles.

Were you up for it? He's an Avenger right, he wouldn't kill you? Hopefully… because your dumb ass decided to nod and follow a complete stranger. Well not complete, you saw him on the news. As you were walking wherever his friend Steve was, you caught yourself imagining that the person you texted over the last month actually was Steve Rogers, Captain America. But that couldn't be true. He surely had other things to do than to reply to your tweet with “I wish they would be true. Would take your mind off constantly asking yourself when you would finally find the one. Would make you feel less alone.” He had better things to do than to text you every day. Greeting you in the morning, sharing funny stories about his friends, sharing his worries and fears, his sorrow, listening to you better than any of your friends did and wishing you good night and the sweetest of dreams after keeping you up way too long. Captain America wouldn't have time for this. Bucky had other Steve friends. There were a million people called Steve and he knew them all.

You were so lost in thoughts that you didn't even notice that you arrived at a hospital. Bucky held the door open for you, you gave him a thankful smile and walked in. Well at least he didn't kill you right? You would meet one of his many Steve's.

Both of you made your way to the elevator before you finally had to ask. You stroked your hair back and faced the assassin in front of you. He had his hands in the pockets of his jeans, chewing gum and relaxed as if his friend wasn't currently in the hospital.

"So... How many Steve's do you know?" his lips pulled into a smirk. "One... Well actually two but one goes by Stephen and threatened me as I called him Steve".

Your eyebrows flew up. "So you don't know all the Steve's in this world?" the words left your mouth before you could even realise. He looked at you with an amused smirk. "Believe me, this Steve is already enough. I mean look where your first date is." Luckily the elevator doors opened before you could embarrass yourself more. Bucky motioned for you to go first and you complied. Your brain trying to wrap itself around the fact that he only knew one Steve... Well two. But there was a good chance that this Steve was indeed Captain America. The floor was filled with nurses and security personnel. In front of one door stood two guards dressed completely in black. You assumed if it was indeed Captain America this was necessary. Bucky suddenly emerged next to you, leading you to the room with the two guards. He told them you were with him, they gave a short nod and with that Bucky pulled you in the room. The chatter in the room suddenly stopped as all heads whipped around and landed on you.

You were clearly here because Bucky wanted to kill you. He just needed assistance by the Falcon and Black Widow apparently. And... And... Steve Rogers.

He looked at you shocked and then to Bucky. "I told you to ask Tony for a new phone so I could text her... not to bring her here... this is embarrassing. I'm not even wearing pants." He quickly pulled the white sheet that covered him higher, even though you couldn't even see his legs.

"Well I thought I'd bring the date to you." Bucky smirked at his friend then turned to face the other two people in the room. "Let's leave the two love birds alone. I have to introduce you to all the Steve's I know." He smirked and winked at you before he turned on his heels and left the room, the other two Avengers in tow.

"I'm so sorry... Bucky is..." Steve let out a sigh. "Well he's Bucky. And I'm sorry I didn't show up and he brought you here. I'm not even looking good right now. I'm wearing a stupid hospital gown" "Steve" "and I didn't even have the chance to buy you flowers..." "Steve" "And I couldn't text you that I can't make it..." "Steve!" he looked at you with wide eyes and a bashful smile. "I'm rambling... I'm sorry..." Silence. You weren't sure what to say so you decided to take the seat that previously was occupied by Black Widow. "Hey at least you're wearing something blue" you motioned to his hospital gown and he let out a laugh. "For the record I'm also wearing black underwear... technically pants." He blushes. "Sorry that slipped out" you laughed at which he smiled. "Perfect dress code. Just... another location. You think we can get coffee to this room?" Your eyebrow quirked up in question at him. He smiled. "If I can borrow your phone to make a call I can organise some coffee... maybe even some muffins". You didn't know why you trusted him that much but you didn't even think about handing him your phone. He typed in a number and waited for the person to pick up.

"Hello, this is Steve. I have a Starbucks order." His gaze wandered to you, a soft smile on his lips. "Two hot chocolates and two muffins... I don't know, surprise me. I don't know." He held the phone away from his head, covering it with one of his large hands. "Do you have any allergies? My friend is asking because she doesn't want the one person that shows interest in me killed..." His voice is slightly lower, a blush creeping to his face. You smile and shake your head. Your phone wanders back to its previous spot. "No allergies. Oh and... can one of you get some flowers?" He smiles at the comment on the other line and hangs up, handing your phone back.

You fall into a comfortable conversation. Steve was adorable, handsome, clever and most of all you saw a glimmer of happiness in his eyes. Twenty minutes later a knock on the door interrupts your conversation. Both of your heads turn to see who it is and as Steve's friends enter with coffee and flowers you need to smile. Bucky puts your Starbucks order down on Steve's bedside table. The other man gave you a bright smile as he held out his hand and introduced himself as Sam Wilson. And Black Widow or Natasha as she instructed you to call her gave you one of her iconic smirks. "I hope you know that by having your phone number now I'm starting a file on you. Getting all the dirt" she plopped down at the end of Steve's bed. Steve just rolled his eyes as his friends invited themselves to your date.

"Oh believe me the only dirt you're gonna find is me doing some graffiti at a train station" you held up your hands and laughed. "But you're welcome to ask me anything you wanna know about me". This time she gave you a real smile. "Don't you have anything else to do guys?" Steve looked at his friends. "Actually... No. We're supposed to guard you, you know" Bucky smirks at him. Steve let out an annoyed huff. "This is kind of a date... Between two people... Not five."

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no-not-without-you-blog · 3 days

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Sunflowers

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: When Bucky and Natasha are assigned a mission to go undercover as husband and wife, Reader can’t help but worry that their feelings from the red room will resurface.

A/N: I really missed writing for Bucko! Also, if I had to hurt my own feelings thinking about this then you all need to feel it with me. (Happy ending though, don’t worry).

They say that sunflowers move so that they may face the sun. Despite the earth and dirt, they move to change their position; always finding a way to look up at their maker and bask in its glorious sunlight. They call it ‘sun-tracking’, and if you could look past the science of it then you might actually find it to be romantic and poetic.

It had taken Bucky a long time to find the sun and feel the gorgeous warmth revitalise him. He had spent his whole life trudging through the mud until he met you, his own personal sunshine.

Even now, when he was dressed up in a wedding suit and forced to pose next to Natasha, he was sun-tracking as he looked around for you in the swarms of people pretending to be his wedding guests.

Bucky did not want to go on this mission. He did not want to have to pretend to be married to Natasha. He did not want to have to stay in a house with her and play the role of the dutiful husband to his neighbours. He did not want to go anywhere that wasn’t with you.

He knew from the minute that this mission was proposed that it had hurt you. It was like a hole had been punctured in your chest that day in the briefing room and you had been drawing inward to yourself ever since. You kept Bucky at arm’s length for the days that followed, scared to admit to him (and even yourself) just how sore this whole thing was. It wasn’t a surprise that you didn’t come to the fake wedding, when he’d woken up that morning you were already gone and so were the training clothes you had laid out the night before.

The worst thing about this whole endeavour was that it caused you pain. It made Bucky flinch every time he thought about the forlorn expression you wore as this mission plan was detailed, rather insensitively, right in front of you.

There were, however, a few reasons why he felt like he had to do this mission.

Firstly, Steve had asked him to and Bucky felt like he owed Steve a debt. Afterall, Steve put himself and his friends’ (including yours) lives on the line to save and protect Bucky. Whilst he was eternally grateful to the Captain for his salvation, it meant that Bucky felt like he could never deny Steve anything.

Secondly, the reasoning behind the mission was to lure in Hydra so that they could be intercepted and have their plans foiled. Steve knew that if Hydra had caught word that their Winter Solider had shacked up with someone in a normal neighbourhood, seemingly defenceless, then they would stop at nothing to get him back. Bucky liked the idea of those dingy Hydra agents thinking they could get to him when really, he had the upper hand.

Thirdly, and most importantly, the reason Steve had picked Natasha rather than you was because you’d complicate things. The mission was essentially offering Bucky up as bait and Steve knew that if you were involved then his friend wouldn’t be able to focus for fear of your safety – and you wouldn’t be able to focus for fear of his.

Natasha seemed the next obvious choice, given the history her and Bucky had in the red room. Adding her to the mix would give Hydra added incentive to track down the couple and try to bring them in. Likewise, Bucky and Natasha were able to work together professionally, without triggering a protective instinct in each other.

So there Bucky found himself, posing for a fake wedding with his ex and a bunch of strangers he didn’t know with the intention that their covert house could be decorated realistically.

They had shot Natasha’s 30th birthday party that morning and a couple of Christmases. The wedding was the hardest part though. Bucky couldn’t help but feel like this was wrong, that he was in some way being disloyal to you. Distracted, he fumbled with the prop wedding band on his vibranium hand and sighed deeply, wishing he was anywhere but here.

***

In a distant part of the compound, you were knocking lumps out of a punching bag in a desperate attempt to expel the jealousy and anger that racked your body.

With every punch, you tried to reason with yourself about the logic behind this mission. That’s all it was: a mission. It was Bucky’s job and you couldn’t deny it was a pretty good plan which would probably work. Even if Steve would have let you do it with him, Natasha did make the better choice because of how they were both known to Hydra and their relationship had gotten them in trouble during their captivity. Natasha, whilst expressing no interest in Bucky anymore, was believable.

The problem with logic is that it does not counteract the pain one feels in spite of it. It doesn’t soften the blow or heal the bruises. It just exists uselessly, mocking you for being so upset over something that has a perfectly reasonable explanation.

Fuck the strategy.

This whole situation had made you feel like you had been ripped from your body and you were watching it from above. Your body moved through life apathetically, doing everything absentmindedly and with no care whatsoever. But inside you were being asphyxiated; weighed down with the endless and horrifying imagery that monopolised your brain. Your chest tightened with every new possible outcome of this mission that your mind conceived of. At this point, it was like it was trying to score points against you as it laboured to find the most hurtful scenario to torment you with. The mission had torn Bucky and any sense of self away from you.

Perhaps, this was nature’s way of telling you that Bucky and Natasha were better suited. Maybe she understood him better than you ever could. Following on from that briefing, you could not help but read into every single interaction they had whether that be an exchange of banter or a knowing look. It was like an inside joke that you were firmly excluded from.

What if, despite Steve’s rationale, he had selected Natasha because he believed her to be better for Bucky than you?

Your arms ached with the ferocity of the punches you were throwing at the bag until eventually you gave up, putting your head in your boxing gloves and sobbing.

With your shoulders shuddering and the warm, stinging tears streaming into the worn leather of the gloves, your wailing and crying was the only sound in the empty training studio. It echoed off the walls, trapping in that room the emotion that you could only emit now you were alone.

When the “wedding” was over, Bucky quickly discarded of his tuxedo and set off to find you, craving your warmth. He was wrestling to remove his tie which he was certain was suffocating him when he heard your cries from inside the training room.

Instinctively, he rushed to find you, almost breaking the door down in the process. He didn’t stop until he had reached you and had pulled your body against his chest, shushing you and pressing kisses to the crown of your head.

Once in his arms, the intensity of your emotions only deepened and you managed to get louder. You buried your head in Bucky’s chest and you howled as though it was going to evacuate the agony from your body which was incapable of storing it any longer.

Bucky squeezed his eyes shut, trying to fight back his own tears at seeing you in so much despair and held on to you tighter.

“Doll, please tell me what’s wrong.” He pleaded.

“You’re going to leave me for her.” You choked out in between sobs, your voice raspy and broken from all your crying.

“What?” He whispered, evidently hurt that you could ever accuse him of such a thing.

You stood back from his hold, unable to look up at him. It didn’t escape your notice that your tears had soaked his wedding shirt.

“Your feelings for her are gonna come back and you’re going to realise you don’t want me anymore!”

“No, they won’t!” Bucky protested and tried to search your face for a chance to look into your eyes so that he might show you he was being genuine.

“Oh, come on, Bucky!” You snapped. “It’s Natasha! If I had to sleep next to her for months then I might be fucking tempted by her too!”

Bucky opened his mouth to speak but no words emerged past his lips. Sometimes he truly resented his inability of expression. All of these feelings were trapped inside him but he always found himself unable to communicate them properly and provide you with the comfort that you were so desperately craving. As a soldier he hadn’t been afforded the luxury of being able to feel.

When you feel nothing, there is little to talk about. For weeks since the announcement of the mission, you had been carrying around these feelings of envy and grief and Bucky was incapable of voicing to you any reassurance of his true feelings.

He wished could create a hole in his head so that you might peer in and see exactly what it was that he was thinking.

“I don’t want you to go on this mission.” You stated simply, folding your arms and trying to regain your posture and confidence. It looked forced and out of place because of your puffy and tear-stained cheeks but you tried to fight the embarrassment of that.

“I can’t say no.” Bucky mumbled, now presented with eye contact from you which suddenly made him nervous and he dropped his head to face the floor.

“Can’t or won’t?” You challenged, trying so hard to claw back your strength that had been decimated when he saw you crying, frail and broken.

“Doll, I don’t want to go!” Bucky insisted. His flesh hand trembled as he aggressively used hand gestures as if that would assist with getting his words out. “I’m scared in case I have a nightmare and you’re not there! I don’t want to do this; I don’t want to go!”

“Then tell Steve no.” You basically growled at him despite how clearly distressed he was. Your mind was racing and had already overtaken Bucky. Sure, he was upset now but once he’d gotten into the domestic routine with Natasha, a life they had dreamed of but weren’t permitted to have, he’d forget all about this moment.

Bucky was sobbing now, his face turning red as he wiped his tears with the sleeve of his shirt. “You know I can’t do that.”

The depths of your mind taunted you with the concept that this wasn’t really about being able to refuse Steve, but that on some level, Bucky wanted to go on his mission. Regardless of his protests, maybe he wanted that snapshot into what life with Natasha could have been.

You couldn’t compete with that and decided the best thing for you to do was to take yourself out of the situation. Bucky’s short performance was the only time he had expressed any emotion to you about this mission since the briefing weeks prior. It was all the evidence you needed that this was only ever going to end badly.

It was far better to die a quick death than a slow one.

“Well, I am not going to wait around for you to hurt me. I am asking you to stand up to your friend and tell him you won’t pretend to be married to your ex. And you can’t even do that for me.” You sighed. “It’s over, Bucky.”

Bucky immediately stopped crying and shot you a look of complete and unwavering despair. The realisation widened his eyes and the panic set in, sending his trained brain into survival mode. He shook his head adamantly, pushing away the very notion that you could end this.

“No, you can’t leave me. Please, baby. I need you.” Bucky implored you. “I need my sunshine.”

“I won’t spend months agonising over you sleeping next to your ex in your house that had been decorated all nice and pretty for you both. And you won’t refuse to go. So, something has to give. And I guess that’s us.”

You left him with that thought and walked out of the training room, only allowing yourself to cry once you had reached the safe haven that was your old room.

Bucky had stood, paralysed and unable to fight back. His body failed him. The words wouldn’t leave his mouth, his hand didn’t reach to take your arm and make you stop. You had left and he had been unable to do anything to stop it. No wonder you thought that he would leave you.

Fixed to his spot on the floor, Bucky sank to his knees and wept, unsure if he was ever going to be able to make this right.

***

The day that Bucky and Natasha were due to set off for their mission was bleak. The grey clouds seemed even more ominous when partnered with the thunderous crashing and unrelentless rain. It was the perfect setting for them to start this horrible façade together.

The past few days you had slept in the room you had once inhabited before moving into Bucky’s with him. You had barely spoken to him and had avoided him at all costs, trying to adjust to this new and unfamiliar territory that was life without him.

Bucky continued his heliotropism during this time as he searched for you endlessly. He still didn’t have the words to explain to you how sorry he was but he hoped if you could see his despondence then you might change your mind. But you were too clever for him and manged to keep yourself hidden from his advances, terrified that you might allow yourself to fall back into the trap.

You did, however, take a souvenir of his while packing up a few things from his room; his kevlar mission jacket. He wouldn’t need it for a while, having been kitted out with a new wardrobe by Tony for this mission.

It was what you were wearing on that fateful day on the jet waiting to go on your own mission with Sam. This was probably Steve’s own peculiar way of making it up to you about what happened with Bucky, by giving you something to distract yourself with.

You sat with your elbows rested on your thighs, playing with the cuffs of Bucky’s jacket. It still smelled like him and it was a cruel type of torture every time you inhaled. Whilst you had been so strong in standing up for yourself and refusing to let Bucky and Natasha hurt you, that didn’t mean your heart wasn’t broken. To have loved and lost Bucky Barnes was agonising, so you held on to his jacket to keep at least one piece of him with you.

Just as you were beginning to think that Sam had forgotten the flight time for your mission, you noticed a figure in your periphery coming towards the jet. You looked up, expecting to see Sam’s usual swagger but instead laid eyes upon Bucky who was jogging towards the jet, shielding himself from the rain.

Your lips parted in disbelief, standing up slowly and finding your way into the middle of the floorspace to come face to face with him. Instead of the suit that had been picked out for him, he wore his usual mission gear: a black t shirt, cargo pants with holsters, combat boots, and a duffel bag slung over his shoulder.

It was such a gorgeous and familiar sight: he had come back to you. He looked up at you with the ardour that one reserves only for their true love.

“Sorry I’m late, sweetheart,” he said when he reached you and pointed to your jacket, “I was actually looking for that.”

“What are you doing here, Buck?” You asked, fearful for the answer and conscious that he could still make the start time of his own mission.

“Well, I hope it’s okay but I spoke to Steve and I am taking Sam’s place in this mission. I figured that Natasha is probably enough to lure in Hydra, or at least the Red Room… and if she was married to mine and Steve’s best friend then they’d probably try to get to me through her. So, I asked Steve if Sam and I could swap places.” He explained nervously before letting out a light chuckle. “Sam was easily convinced; Steve took more work though.”

A choked sob escaped your throat and without thinking you flung your arms round his shoulders, holding on to him so tightly that it might smother him. Bucky immediately encircled his arms around your waist, pulling you as close to his chest as he possibly could. If you had held each other any tighter than you might have moulded into one person, unable to separate one from the other but after days of being apart it was what you both needed.

The feeling of his spiky stubble and soft lips against your neck sent shudders down your spine as you remembered how much you had adored holding him like this. In fact, it was a reminder of just how much you loved him and how painful it was to have been separated from him.

“You don’t mind, do you?” He asked. “It’s just with everything you said the other day-“

You cut him off by placing your hands on his cheeks and pressing your lips to his. The kiss was tender and inviting and like home. You internally cursed yourself for thinking that you could ever have went the rest of your life without this. Squeezing your eyes shut, you prayed that this was real and you wouldn’t wake up from a bittersweet dream.

When you pulled back and opened your eyes, your Bucky was still stood before you. A laugh escaped your lips, so overwhelmed with the fact that he had stepped up and actioned what you needed him to.

“I don’t mind at all, Buck.” You said, your hands still on his face and your thumbs lovingly caressing his stubbly cheeks.

“Okay, well, you’re gonna have to make do with the fact I can’t fly like Sam.” He chuckled.

“I’m sure we can manage.” You replied, giving him another soft kiss.

The rain poured ferociously, battering against the jet at breakneck speed. Bucky didn’t mind at all. Like a sunflower who moves to meet the sun, he kept his eyes fixed on you, determined to never risk losing you again.

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The Newlywed Game

Summary: You’re forced to play The Newlywed Game with your ex situationship.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F. Reader

Warnings: Angst. Smuttish, but not my usual descriptive smut. 18+ Only. Minors DNI.

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“I can’t.” That’s all the explanation you got when Bucky ended your situationship. You were friends with benefits for almost a year. The only rule he had was don’t fall in love. He had too much baggage and he never wanted a family. He didn’t want anyone to depend on him.

You couldn’t blame him, he was traumatized by Hydra. Trapped inside his own body for decades, he was afraid it could happen again. You jumped in head first with him anyways. You were in his bed after every mission, every meeting, every day. You basically lived in his room, not that he would ever admit that. Then one rainy afternoon, you knocked on his door like always. Except this time, he didn’t pull you into his warm embrace.

He moved out of the way so you could come in, and immediately you knew something was wrong. You reached for him, ready to console him, desperate for his touch. He had just finished a mission with Sam and he’d been gone for two weeks. You missed him, and he was usually so excited to see you.

When you placed your hand on his cheek, rubbing the scruff that had grown while he was gone, he wrapped his fingers around your wrist removing it. “I can’t do this anymore.” His voice was so low you could barely understand. Your eyes narrowed at his words. “Have I done something wrong?”

“This has gone on for longer than it should have. I can’t let it anymore.” Your throat tightens, but you refuse to cry in front of him. You walked out and your relationship with him was never the same. You didn’t hang out anymore.

When you were alone, he would leave. He didn’t sit beside you during the Friday night movie. He didn’t choose you for his partner on game night. The other Avengers didn’t know for sure that you were hooking up. You hid it pretty well. They had their suspicions, but neither of you ever confirmed it.

Tony called everyone to the back yard. “What’s all this?” Steve asks, pointing to the stage he had set up. “It’s my anniversary tomorrow and Pepper said she always wanted to play the Newlywed Game. So I had this built so we could play.”

“That’s great, Tony. But who are you all going to play with? There’s four set up’s and only two couples.” Steve gestures to Wanda and Vision. “Thought about that and Cap, you and Natasha are going to play and….” He looks at the whole team, everyone looking in different directions trying not to make eye contact. Except for Sharon, who hung around a lot lately. She was getting closer to Bucky, obviously wanting Tony to choose them. You roll your eyes. “Barnes and Y/N. There now we have all our couples. I’m going to go get Pep, you guys take your spots.”

You look at Bucky,but he’s busy talking to Steve about how ridiculous it is. You hear Sharon agree that he should have chosen someone else. When Pepper comes in, she excitedly claps her hands together. She points to the other teams, “You’re going down!” She laughs, but you can’t help but protest, “This is rigged! You guys and Wanda and Vision are the only real couples!! How is anyone else supposed to win?”

Tony shoots you a death glare but answers, “Cap and Natasha have definitely bumped uglies before. And you and Barnes are close friends. I thought that would make it more fair. But, I do expect to win.” You cross your arms, but accept his answer. Bucky finally looks at you, but it’s not friendly.

Sam comes out, wearing a suit Tony made him wear to host. “I’ll explain the rules. You all have a whiteboard, marker, and eraser. I will ask a question and you will write your answer on your boards. If your answer matches your partner’s you get a point. I’ll eliminate one couple each round until the final tie breaker.”

You take a deep breath. This is hell. But, you do know Bucky better than anyone, so as long as he didn’t ask any crazy questions, you would be fine. “First question. Where is the craziest place you and your partner have had sex?” You freeze. Of course Stark had these wild questions. If you both answered the same, everyone would know that you had hooked up.

You think about lying, but decide the ball should be in Bucky’s court. You’ll answer correctly, and if he doesn’t you’ll know he doesn’t want anyone to know. You quickly scribble your answer, waiting on Sam to call on you. Tony’s answer is Steve’s room and Pepper’s matched. Everyone laughed while Steve said Tony has to pay for his room to be deep cleaned.

Wanda and Vision both answer “in the air.” Natasha and Steve said a table in the meeting room. You turn your board to reveal your answer and Bucky shows his. You look and see that he has answered correctly. “The quinjet?! Damn y’all are nasty!” Sam laughs.

You’re taken back to that moment. You, Bucky, and Bruce were on your way back from a mission. Bruce was driving the quinjet, but activated the mode Tony installed for breaks. As soon as he started snoring, Bucky led you to the bathroom. He took you against the wall, metal hand across your mouth to stifle your moans. It was one of the hottest things you’d ever done. Your suit clung to you in the worst ways after that. His cum dripping down your legs, it was nearly impossible to take off.

The others look at each other in surprise. Scott yells “I told you they were hooking up. No one believed me!” Sharon looks at Bucky so harshly that if looks could kill, he’d be dead. He just shrugs his shoulders. Of course, he would be hooking up with her. Why wouldn’t he? She was pretty and it had been three months since he ended things with you.

The next question was “Who hogs the covers more?” Everyone got it right except for Steve and Natasha. She said that wasn’t a fair question because they never actually slept when they were together. The round continued with four more questions. At the end, Steve and Natasha were eliminated because they had the least amount of points. The rest of you were tied.

“What is your partner’s pet name for you?” Sam asks. That’s easy, “doll”, you write. When you reveal your answers, Sharon looks furious. That must be what he calls her too. It stings, thinking of them together. You don’t have time to dwell on it before Sam asks the next question. “What is the highest number of orgasms your partner has given you in one night?” Your eyes widen, you know the answer, but you don’t know if he will remember.

Tony and Pepper answer three, Tony grins like the cocky asshole he is. Vision and Wanda answer two. Bucky raises his board, “Six?!” Sam shouts, “How were you guys fucking this much and nobody knew?” He laughs. The round surprisingly ends with Wanda and Vision getting eliminated.

But you’re busy thinking about that night. Bucky’s head between your thighs for hours. He barely came up for breath. You were sure he would smother, but he insisted. He didn’t stop until the sheets were soaked, your legs were shaking so hard, you’d immediately fall if you tried to stand up.

He had you screaming his name all night. When he finally started fucking you, he took his time, pulling another orgasm out of you before going back down for another taste. He finally came with you on top. He had to lift your limp body on him, using you like a sex doll. You couldn’t move if you needed too. It was the best sex you’d ever had.

“It’s time for the tie breaker question. Answers don’t have to match, the crowd will vote on the most romantic answers.” Sam states. “When did you know you were in love?” Tony and Pepper immediately begin writing. You’re certain you’re going to lose this one. Bucky was never in love with you. You write your answer, deciding to answer truthfully.

Tony and Pepper’s answers make you tear up, they are so in love. You can only hope you’ll find that one day. You and Bucky reveal your boards at the same time. You glance at his, his answer knocks the breath out of your lungs because it matches yours. The Avenger’s Barbecue. You lock eyes, his gaze softens as he reads your answer.

You’ll never forget such a pivotal moment in your life. All of the Avengers and Shield agents’ friends and family were invited to play games, eat, and have a good time. Emily, who helped coordinate your missions brought her husband and three young children. A baby girl, a two year old boy, and a five year old girl. The children were drawn to Bucky. The two older children swung from his metal arm while he held the baby with his other one.

The image made your ovaries explode. You couldn’t help imagining how he would be if you had kids. He laughed as they asked him a thousand questions, playing on him like a jungle gym. You knew without a doubt, you were in love.

Bucky took a deep breath when he read your answer. Why was it the same as his? Did you know? Was it a prank you were playing on him? Emily’s children were entranced with you from the moment they met you. He couldn’t blame them, he felt the same. They had played with him for an hour before the food was ready. When Tony told everyone to make a plate, you offered to watch the kids while she and her husband got their food.

Bucky watched as you comforted the crying infant. The two older children sat beside you while you read from a book the girl got from their bag. Bucky knew he was screwed. He could see a life like this so clearly. Your belly round with his baby, while you tended to your other children. He didn’t want to admit how badly he wanted that. The realization hit him like a ton of bricks. He was in love with you.

That night he made love to you, it was softer, slower than the other times he touched you. He knew you could tell the difference too. He placed one last kiss to your lips, willing himself to let you go. The next morning, he left for his two week mission with Sam. He convinced himself that it was for the best if he ended things. He didn’t want to hurt you. You might be okay with it now, but years later you would regret it.

You’d realize having the Winter Soldier for a husband wasn’t worth everything you would have to go through. Then Sharon started flirting with him after Steve rejected her. He hadn’t so much as hugged her, but she acted like she was entitled to him.

Everyone voted for Tony and Pepper to win. They were the real couple and it was their anniversary tomorrow. Tony was going to treat everyone to dinner for being such good sports. You got out of there as soon as it was over. You needed a nap before going to dinner. It was all too much for you. How the hell did you and Bucky make it so far in the game? Why did he have the same answer for the last question? You convince yourself that he knew how you felt.

That night changed everything. The sex was different. If you didn’t know better, you’d swear he was making love to you. He had to be messing with your head. Somehow you manage to fall asleep even with your thoughts racing.

You wake up two hours later, just enough time to get ready for dinner. You put on the little black dress Bucky loved. If he wants to play games, bring it on. You apply your perfume when a light knock sounds on your door. You would recognize the knock anywhere. “Come in” you call. Bucky walks in, his tight black t-shirt hugging him in the best ways.

“Hey doll, we need to talk.” You put your earrings in, anger surging through you. “Talk about what? How you were trying to humiliate me up there? How you’re banging Sharon now? There’s nothing to talk about. You should just go.”

“Humiliate you? What about me? How did you know the answer to the last question?” He demands, charging toward you. “I answered it truthfully, James. How did you know my answer?” You ask, hands on your hips. “I answered honestly too.” He confesses, his blue eyes sweeping over the swell of your breasts.

“Stop lying! I don’t see what the point is. We have been over for three months. Why are you doing this?” He shakes his head, “I was telling the truth. I realized I was in love with you when all those kids were sitting in your lap. I could see our life together. And I wanted it, the kids, the white picket fence, the big house, you.”

“Bucky, I wanted all that with you too. Seeing you playing with those kids made me realize it too.” You sigh, feeling relieved to finally get it off your chest. His lips crash into yours, hands moving at lightning speed to remove all of your clothing. You’re under him in seconds, panting against his lips as he rubs himself against you.

Bucky moans as he sinks into you. He’s always known deep down you were made for him, now he has no choice but to accept it. “I’m so in love with you.” He tells you between thrusts. You claw at his back, his confession almost sends you over the edge. “I am so in love with you, Buck.” You kiss him gently. “Say it again.” He smiles, as you get lost in each other.

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So good! I want more! 😭

bucky!winter soldier x fem!reader (kinda angst ig?) no use of y/n

based on the captain america: the winter soldier post credits scene because i loooooove it

omg this is my first time writing for something marvel related i hope you enjoy it, it's been so long since the last time i wrote anything so i'm sorry if it's kinda shitty 😭

He was looking at you and you were looking back at him.

Steve had refused to fight against him. He had dropped his shield from the ship and had surrendered to his old friend. You wished you could have done that so you would never have felt Bucky's hands around your throat trying to choke you to death nor his body over yours as his fists connected with your face once again.

But one of you had to fight him so that you two could get out of it alive, and if Steve didn't, you would.

Bucky's punches to Steve's face made you squirm in place as you tried to escape the beam that had fallen on you. If you didn't get out you feared that the beam would crush you or even worse, that Bucky would kill him. Steve was his mission after all and he was programmed to finish it.

You jumped on him when you managed to escape and freed Steve from the blows of his metal arm. Stay alive please you mumbled to your friend as he lay badly wounded, with one eye swollen shut and blood coming out of his nose. The last time you had seen him like that he was a small blond boy who had gotten into trouble in an alley with someone twice his size and you and Bucky had to come to his rescue. Now the trouble you had to save him from was Bucky himself and you were on your own.

Your whole body ached from fighting him and since beating him didn't work, you decided to try to make him see reason in another way. You called his name while you were trying to catch your breath, still with the sensation of his fingers closing around your throat. He looked at you full of rage while he tried to recompose from the hit that he had received from you. The name Bucky echoed in his head every time you repeated it, hurt him more than any kick or punch you gave him. The familiarity with that word made him feel sick in his stomach and more eager to fight you for making him feel that way.

You know me.

No, I don't!

Bucky, you've known me your whole life.

Shut up!

Your name is James Buchanan Barnes. We were friends.

He held a defensive pose while his eyes glanced nervously all over the place and his chest rose and fell slowly as he tried to catch his breath. It was so familiar. Not only the name you kept repeating but also the way it sounded when you said it.

He was looking at you and you were looking back at him.

There was enough distance between the two of you so that you did not feel threatened by each other's presence. The Captain America Exhibit in Washington also had enough civilians to start another fight like the one on the ship.

He broke eye contact with you to look at the screen. He had seen your face somewhere on that big panel dedicated to who he was once. And there you were. When the text ended there was a sequence of pictures. He did not know who those men in the pictures were but he could see himself smiling with them.

But there you were. In the middle picture.

He was wearing his sergeant's uniform and you were wearing a dress. You could still remember his reaction when he saw you in that dress, how his eyes sparkled looking at you, how his lips curved into a smile every time you grabbed his hand and dragged him around the Stark Expo. Steve with his new camera captured the perfect moment. Bucky held you around the waist. Bucky was slightly leaning over you. Your faces were just inches apart but in the picture you both were laughing, you still heard the sound of his laughter every time you looked at the picture, as if it had not been almost seventy years since you last saw him. Your faces were just inches apart but there was no kiss.

And now there would never be a kiss.

How innocent you both looked in that picture. Neither of you knew how all your plans were going to be twisted, how only one of you two would be the one to remember that night. If someone had told you that night that Bucky was going to disappear from your life, you would have laughed in their face. If you had known you would have kissed him. You would have kissed Bucky until you were breathless, until you were tired of kissing each other if that was possible. But now you would never know because you both insisted on remaining friends until the end of the war not knowing that out of that war would come a much worse one.

The very hands you had trusted to hold you had tried to choke you to death. The same eyes that had gazed at you with such devotion had looked at you loaded with the strongest wrath in the world. The man you had loved the most did not recognize you and by the way he was looking at that panel with all his memories, he did not recognize himself either.

Bucky stared at the picture for a few seconds and then looked back at you. You were the same girl, only now with some bruises on your face, the marks of his fingers on your neck, and definitely not with the same smile as the girl in the picture. What had he done to you? What would the boy in that photo think about the person he had become?

You stood in place far from him. Since you had seen him you had not taken a single step forward. Neither the cap nor the long hair nor the jacket covering his metal arm could hide him from you. Not anymore. You went to the Captain America memorial looking for the comfort that the panel dedicated to Bucky brought you, he went there looking for answers. And you found each other.

Your Bucky and you his answers.

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So beautiful

All Good Things Masterlist

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Synopsis: After only three days of dealing with the annoying specter haunting you, you break the rules and accidently give a ghost a body. So what do you do when you find out the man you’re now sharing your your apartment with isn’t really a ghost and that haunted touch is a little warmer than you realized?

Warnings: language, witchy!reader, ghost!Bucky, friends to lovers, slow burn, memory loss, blood magic, cannon typical violence, soft Bucky

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Part One

Synopsis: After ignoring the irritating ghost in your apartment for three days you can’t stand it any longer. Snapping at the spectral man and vowing to get rid of him once and for all. Only you give him a body instead, oops.

Part Two

Synopsis: Things are getting domestic between you and your personal ghost. Searching for who he is is proving to be a chore and after a reluctant trip out of the apartment and an unfortunate incident memories start to come back.

Part Three

Synopsis: Matters of the heart are tricky business for witches and even more so when a ghost captures yours. Being in love with a specter isn’t all that bad, but when Bucky’s arm disappears briefly one day it sends you into a panic. Forcing your hand into calling for help in finding a solution. Regardless of your own feelings.

Part Four

Synopsis: It’s the end of the line for you and your ghost. Struggling with what has to be done and what you want it’s easy to think that Bucky feels the same way. After Hattie brings you the potion set to send James back to his real body you give into your desires with dire consequences.

Epilogue

Synopsis: All good things.

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This series has been consuming my life the past few days. Love Ari and reader so much.

'Bedrock and Blueprints' Masterlist

best friends-to-lovers, Ari Levinson x Reader (25k+)

Romance 🔥 || Smut 🦆 || Author Fave 🍀 || Angst ⛈ || Fluff 🌼 || Dark Fic 🌘 || *** denotes work for all ages

Ari Levinson, now-retired from the Army Special Forces, is your aloof-but-loyal best friend who knows everything about you from the past ten years. What happens when a nomad and chronically planning family woman get together? And what happens when the house is actually falling apart around them?

*Most works under 2k words (longer are labeled).

In The Beginning (origins) ***🌼🔥

Alone Together (Valentine's Day) ***⛈🌼

No, We Aren't (drunk cuddles) 🌼🔥

Saucy (Ari's attraction) 🌼🦆

I Know You (house hunt)*** 🌼

Tension (massage) 🌼🔥🦆

Release (first time) 🔥🦆 (4k)

Drip, Drip, BOOM! (gah, just smut) 🔥🦆

Far & Away (work trip separation)

Oh Dear... (period comfort) *** 🌼⛈

Temper (headcanon humor) *** 🌼

Seventy-Five Days (fake-a-versary) *** 🌼🔥

Post-Nightmare Cuddles *** 🌼⛈

Everything Has Its Place (house decisions) 🌼⛈🦆

Run-In (your ex comes back) 🌼⛈

A Little Rain Indoors (storm cuddles) *** 🌼🔥

Quick and Dirty (Ari sees your hot co-worker) ⛈🔥🦆

Cooking with Ari (headcanon) *** 🌼

An Ass of You and Me (argument) 🌼

Treasure (gifts headcanon) *** ⛈🌼

Joanna (Ari handles your bad friend) ⛈🌼🔥 (3k+)

The Chair Beside Your Bed (hospital visit) *** ⛈🌼

White Musk (massage 2) 🌼🔥🦆

Too Eager (work troubles) ⛈🦆

Loud and Threatening (sick comfort 1) 🌼

Calling From The Office Of... (sick comfort 2) 🌼⛈

Light of My Life (proposal) *** 🌼

The Break and the Birth (when Ari gets sick) *** 🌼

3 + 1 (the name Mrs. Levinson) 🌼🔥🦆

New Parent Panic (Rachel gets sick) ⛈️🌼

New Parent Panic 2 (Ari's POV) ⛈️🌼

To Want and Need A Wife (the name Mrs. again) 🌼🔥🦆

Random headcanons:

"Anniversary" *** 🌼

Thoughts on the future *** 🌼⛈

Bondage, Outdoors, and Water 🔥🦆

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I often see discussion of the types of roles that Chris Evan’s plays (good and bad) and I wanted to see what everyone’s dream role for him is? I have two.

He seems to do well in ensembles of people, playing off the other actors and characters. I think he would do really well in a reboot of the Ocean’s franchise. (Or maybe next t a reboot but an oceans-esque heist movie. We need more heist movies!) In a Clooney or Pitt type roll. Allowing him to be smart, cocky, and cleverly funny. I think he would do it well.

I also would love to see him in a father son story. His estranged elderly father and him needing to travel somewhere. The father being sick or terminally ill and we are following them as they fight it out, laugh at the father’s dark humor, come to terms with their relationship, etc. I think it could be done really well and with the father being cast by someone like Craig T Nelson, Bruce Greenwood, or James Brolin.

So those are my ideas. What about yours?

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I often see discussion of the types of roles that Chris Evan’s plays (good and bad) and I wanted to see what everyone’s dream role for him is? I have two.

So those are my ideas. What about yours?

#Chris evans

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'Hideout' Masterlist

touch-starved!Nomad Steve Rogers x motel emplyee!Reader

Grant, a guest at your middle-of-nowhere motel, has needs not covered by the usual turn-down service.

Romance 🔥 || Smut 🦆 || Angst ⛈️ || Fluff 🌼 || Dark Fic 🌘

Puppy 🌼

Sweet Baby 🌼🔥🦆

Sensitive Boy 🌼🔥🦆 Part I; Part II

Horny Teen 🔥🦆⛈️ Part I; Part II

Desperate Man 🔥🦆

Husband Material 🌼🔥🦆

**Slow burn Nomad Steve during rare and random stays at your family's motel. Appearances by Sam, Nat, Wanda, and Viz. Follows the setup/development of this Valentine's Ask and these THOTS. It'll be cute. It'll be loving. I'm absolutely going to die of excitement. Join me in the happy death!

Ongoing PLAYLIST!

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Oooooooh i feel like this is just going to get better and better with each chapter!

Off-Limits: Ch. 2

Bucky Barnes x Reader: Mafia AU

Read Ch. 1 here.

Summary: Bucky Barnes took the one thing he couldn't have: you. The only thing is...you didn't even know he'd done it.

Warnings: profanity, possessive!Bucky, mentions of firearms, MINORS DNI, 18+!!!

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: Idk what to say about this chapter so on a more personal note...I had a birthday recently and I'm treating myself by writing more smut, getting pampered, and going to bed on time.

James Bucky Barnes isn’t used to having to ask for what he wants. Negotiating is something he’ll only put a very limited amount of effort into, and when it becomes more trouble than it’s worth, he stops negotiating. That’s why he snapped two nights ago in your father’s home office. Well, he won’t admit it to himself or anyone else, but seeing how pretty you looked on your knees was what really made him snap. The pain of negotiating was just the straw that broke the camel’s back.

You’re definitely worth negotiating for, more so than anything else he’s ever negotiated for in his lifetime. He gave it a try, but hearing your father once again label you as off-limits would be enough to set anyone off. So, as the man sits quite comfortably in his desk chair, studying his own clean yet metaphorically blood-stained hands, he feels justified in his actions. He fired a couple of rounds, pressed the barrel of his gun to your father’s temple, and took what was his. Well, maybe that’s overstating it a bit.

If he’d really taken what was his in the way that he wanted to, he wouldn’t be so on edge right now. He wouldn’t have had to fuck his hand both last night and this morning just to get you off of his mind long enough to make it into his office today. He knows he could’ve avoided feeling like this if he’d just told your father that he was taking you that night, that he had no say in the matter whatsoever. But no, after maiming two of your father’s men, Bucky pressed his gun to your father’s head and a pen into his hand and he proposed a deal that would keep you from resenting him for the rest of your life. Your father signed whatever he needed to in order to spare his own life, even at the expense of sending his only child into the arms of the city’s most feared man.

You’re the last thing Bucky should be focusing on right now. His eyes flit over to the security monitor on his desk, where he sees his expected guests stepping out of a black SUV one by one and coming to stand near the entrance of his currently closed nightclub. It’s going to be another evening of negotiating. Heaving a deep sigh, Bucky shifts his gaze to the bottom right corner of the screen, where he sees his new assistant sitting just outside of his office. His new assistant who, while so attentive and polite at work, looks at him with the vilest disdain every evening when he escorts her out to the car that carries her home. One would think she’d be nothing but grateful for him, having first spared her father’s life and then taken her on as an assistant with no work experience whatsoever. You really should be grateful.

Unless James Bucky Barnes is so far past pissed that he can barely see straight, it’s hard to tell that he’s feeling anything other than relaxed and calm. For the most part, he’s a very level-headed man. He gives people chances, he understands and accepts small mistakes and mishaps as they occur. Even now, as the three men seated in front of his desk bicker on amongst themselves, taking up entirely too much of his time, Bucky looks almost bored. His gaze routinely darts from the faces of the men in front of him, down to the golden crevices of his vibranium hand as he traces them with his flesh index finger, and then to the watch on his right wrist.

3:58 pm.

Two more minutes, he tells himself.

“This is going to keep happening if we don’t post more men at the docks when a shipment is coming in, and if the men who are supposed to be there keep showing up late.” The first red-faced man snaps, unintentionally hurling a light mist of saliva at the man to his right.

“That’s not on me, I don’t know why you’re looking at me when you say that. I’m doing the best I can with the numbers I have, we’ve lost a few good men lately and I can’t do anything about that.” The man on the right retorts, crossing his arms over his chest.

3:59 pm. Bucky’s eyes roam over to the heavy wooden doors that maintain the privacy of his office. He can hear you standing on the other side of it, taking a deep breath and pushing a stray lock of hair behind your ear before wrapping your little hand around the big metal doorknob. God, he can’t help but imagine your little hand wrapping around something else.

The volume of the argument reaches an all-time high just as you’re tugging the heavy door open. It isn’t surprising that the quiet sound of the door sliding open doesn’t break the men out of their tiff, that only Bucky hears it.

As soon as you’ve stepped into the office and realize what you’ve walked into, you freeze by the door. Your eyes dance over the backs of the three men who sit in front of the desk, watching as they engage with each other but none of them turn around to take notice of you. The only person who looks at you is Bucky, with his steely blue eyes and focused gaze. He watches intently as your own focus shifts to him. You’re fully expecting him to tell you to leave, that your presence isn’t needed at the moment, not when something so important is obviously going down. But he doesn’t. Bucky only stares at you, waiting to see if you’ll do your job and approach his desk.

You take small steps toward the desk, toward the angry men that sit between you and your new boss. It isn’t until you’re halfway across the office that the man in the middle hears the sound of your heels clicking against the hardwood floor and he glances over his shoulder at you. The up-and-down look that he gives you sends a nauseating shiver down your spine while simultaneously making Bucky’s trigger finger itch.

“You let bitches walk in here without knocking?” The middle man asks abruptly, effectively silencing the room with the way he’s just addressed Bucky. As is the norm, not a soul in the room can tell that Bucky’s seething on the inside. He keeps his cool, he remains level-headed as he makes eye contact with the burly man. He offers no words in response, and instead simply chooses to tilt his head slightly to the side as if he’s daring the man to say more. “Run along, little girls shouldn’t be privy to a man’s business. This is no place for you.”

The man’s dark eyes are on you again, sizing you up as he waits to see how long it’ll take for you to listen to his bold command. Again, you freeze, unsure of whether to obey the piece of shit who’s just spoken or to obey Bucky’s rules. You’re too check in with him in his office every evening at four to see if he needs anything else before you leave for the night. It’s why you’re here now, in your tight black skirt, tights, heels, and black knitted sweater. It’s why you’re frozen in place, searching his eyes for any clue as to what you should be doing. Bucky says nothing, he doesn’t even so much as raise an eyebrow at you. So, you turn to head right back out the door.

“Sit.” His tone is commanding and authoritative, ten times more so than the flushed, angry man who tried to tell you what to do only a moment ago. When James Bucky Barnes speaks, everyone listens. You turn around slowly, coming to face the desk again, but you don’t take any steps forward to do as you’ve been asked.

Bucky would like for you to do as you’re told after only being told once. Though, he has to remind himself, you’re new to this. He can give you a little grace. If it takes being told twice for you to listen, he can work with that. But if it takes much more than that? He may have underestimated just how much trouble you’d be for him. As you hold his gaze, he fights the urge to speak again. He told you to sit, you should already be sitting. He narrows his eyes at you in one last effort to get through to you without words. That’s what spurs you into action. He watches as your legs carry you forward slowly. He watches as your eyes coast over the three men, who are staring at you with varied amounts of attraction, annoyance, and shock on their faces. You’re realizing that there isn’t a free chair anywhere in the office. Your first thought is to sit on the corner of Bucky’s mahogany desk, because where the hell else does he want you to sit? You’re making your move to perch there when you meet Bucky’s gaze again.

The harsh, offended look on his face clears things up for you quickly. He most definitely doesn’t want you sitting on his desk. The way he pushes his chair back a few inches and spreads his legs to make room leaves a mix of anger and excitement swirling around within you. You stand there beside his desk, staring at him with a cold expression of your own. With a little tilt of his head to the side and another narrowed look, you find your legs carrying you forward once more, toward the man you’ve always been inexplicably drawn to.

“Who is she to you? We’re not going to sit here and talk business in front of one of your little playthings. She has no part in this.” The bold middle man barks out, directing his anger at Bucky now. Bucky’s in his own world for the moment. The soft curve of your ass is pressing against the junction of his hip and his thigh, the sweet scent of your perfume is making his head spin, and the way your cheeks are turning a gentle shade of pink is making him question every illegal thing he’s ever done. It’s as if he has an actual angel in front of him right now. He’s quiet for a bit too long after the man’s harsh question, and you turn your head to look at your boss. You notice the way his normally hardened gaze softens when you make eye contact with him, the way his pupils dilate in the slightest and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes smooth out. You’re lost in him for a moment, lost in the sea of blue that rims his widened pupils, lost in the way your anger seems to be dissipating more and more with every second that you look at him.

Bucky likes that you hold eye contact with him even as he reaches up to his desk with his right hand, even as he wraps his fingers around the gun that he laid there before the meeting began. Even when he aims the gun between the eyes of the man in the middle chair, you’re still lost in his gaze. It isn’t until he pulls the trigger and ends the man’s life right there that your eyes snap shut and your body tenses up. Instinctively, Bucky’s vibranium hand moves to the small of your back to steady you, to make you feel safer.

“Does anyone else have anything to say about my wife?”

That’s the moment you find out that somehow, without your knowledge or agreement, you’re married to James Bucky Barnes.

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The Milkman

Fell in love with this song and had to make a short story LOSELY based on it. The song talks about him only giving you 2% of his heart but let's be real, Bucky would give you the "Whole" thing! This is set in the late 40's to early 50's so no metal arm or Hydra nonsense. Just cocky, flirty milkman Bucky! Play the song while listening for max enjoyment!

Warnings: Ultra Flirty Milkman Bucky (He's a warning!), Milkman related double entendre's.

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The knock on the frame of the kitchen door had you hurriedly closing your dressing gown. Your hair and makeup done but wearing your undergarments just barely covered by the soft floral fabric of your robe. “Milk delivery.” You walked down the hall and saw the milkman smiling at you through the glass panes of the door. You carefully covered yourself more before opening the door.

“Mornin’ Miss. I have your delivery here.” He stared down at you with a cocky smile.

“Good Morning, Mr. Barnes. I take it that it’s all there.” You tried to keep your words short and professional but Bucky made it difficult. The way he filled out his delivery uniform was sinful and the flirtatious look on his face made the butterflies in your stomach take off.

“I would never dream of not giving you everything you needed.” He said with a smirk. You did your best to ignore his flirting but your cheeks betrayed you as they softly colored themselves pink. You turned around to grab the basket with your empty bottles to be returned, giving Bucky a moment to look you up and down, admiring your shape. He snapped his head back up when you turned around. He reached out to take the old bottles and as you reached for the new full bottles, he held onto them for a moment.

“When are you gonna let me take you out, Y/N?”

You huffed out a laugh and rolled your eyes. “I’m not interested in being one of your many milk deliveries.” You felt slightly silly using the milk metaphor but if it got the point across…

Still holding onto the basket with you, he pulled you closer. Close enough that you could feel the heat coming off his body and you were sure he could feel yours. He bent down and whispered next to your ear.

“Trust me, sweetheart. If you were mine, I wouldn’t be wasting a drop on anyone else.”

With that, he relinquished the milk basket and took a step back. He smiled at your flushed face and tilted his milkman cap at you.“One of these days I’ll get you to say yes. Till next week, Sweetheart.”

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Dr. Bee

Summary: Bucky has quite the reputation but all it takes for him to want to change is an hour with an outspoken little Bee.

Bucky x Nurse!Mom!Reader

Bucky Barnes has many names. James Buchanan Barnes, Buck, The Winter Soldier, Sergeant.

But on compound grounds, and in hushed tones, he’s usually called an asshole.

He’s developed quite the reputation. Being difficult is his natural state of being.

Bucky is constantly late to meetings, doesn’t show up for media days and is always going rogue in missions.

He doesn’t know why he does it, Dr. Raynor says it’s a coping mechanism, but that doesn’t make Bucky want to change one bit. He stays away from people and makes it everyone’s problem when someone decides to talk in his vicinity.

Sam has tried to talk to him but, as per usual whatever the Falcon says, Bucky does the opposite. Sam’s even tried to convince everyone that Bucky’s like an untrained dog, he needs some kind of exposure therapy. Having people stand up to him and flat out call him what he is, that’s what he needs.

Sadly for everyone who works with Bucky Barnes, no one has the balls to do it.

But, everything changed one day.

Everyone scurried away once the quinjet landed at the Avengers compound. They’d gotten word from someone in Logistics that the mission had gone terribly and the agents had barely come out alive.

Bucky stormed into the med bay, his heels digging into the floor with such force you’d think it break, only to find it desolate.

He huffed twice, looking around for anyone who could help with a deep cut on his right arm.

“Hello?!” He yelled out, his temples throbbing and his left eye twitching.

Bucky Barnes waited for no one.

“May I help you?” Bucky’s eyebrows furrowed at the meek voice coming from behind the nurse’s station. His confusion only grew deeper when he didn’t find anyone there.

A few seconds later a tiny hand popped up, wiggling its chubby fingers at him.

“I said,” The little voice drew out the last word, annoyed. “May I help you?”

Bucky leaned forward and peeked behind the large desk to find a little girl.

Standing with her hands on her hips, the little girl with pigtails looked up at him with raised eyebrows.

Her expression turned to one of concern.

“Are you hard of hearing?” The girl spoke slowly and loudly.

Bucky almost had to cover his ears from the shrill and very high tone of the girl.

“I am not hard of hearing.” Bucky finally responded.

“Then why didn’t you respond?” Little miss pigtails crosses her arms over her chest. “I asked you: may I help you?”

His right eye accompanied his left one in twitching.

After he didn’t respond, the little girl scribbled something down on a paper in front of her.

“What are you writing?” Bucky said through gritted teeth, how can a person so small get on his nerves so quickly?

“I can’t tell you.” She said in a singsong tone.

“Why not?”

“You’re not my patient.” She shrugs, rounding the nurse’s bay holding a pink unicorn lunch box, coming face to face with The Winter Soldier. Actually it was more like coming face to knee height. “Can’t talk to people who aren’t my patients. Doctor patient villigage.”

Bucky bit his bottom lip to conceal a smile. “I think you mean doctor patient privilege.”

“How would you know? You’re not my patient.” The little girl swung her lunchbox, skipping all the way to the waiting room.

He was equally shocked and impressed. This little girl had more balls than most of the agents he worked with.

Bucky looked around the med bay for anyone who knew the girl. Mom, dad, cousin, hell he’d even settle for a dog.

With a groan, he followed behind her. Sure, he was a dickhead but he couldn’t let a kid wander around the Avengers med bay all by herself.

She sat down, opening the lunch box and taking the contents out.

Bucky couldn’t help but think it was cute how her feet didn’t reach the floor. As he came closer, her swinging feet hit him in the shins.

He let out an obviously fake and over the top groan, throwing himself on the floor.

The little girl covered her mouth but her giggles bubbled around the room.

“Aren’t you going to apologize?” Bucky asked from his position on the ground. “That really hurt.”

“No it didn’t!” She laughed harder.

“Yes it did!”

“I know nothing can hurt you!” She said as her giggles died down. “I know who you are.”

“You do, huh?” Bucky sat next to her.

“Mhm.” She said proudly, taking a bite out of her peanut butter and jelly sandwich. “But my mommy says I can’t repeat the names she calls you.”

Bucky suddenly felt embarrassed. Dickhead, motherfucker, bastard, asshole had a whole different meaning now that he knew the little girl thought they were synonymous to Bucky.

“Well then,” Bucky cleared his throat. “I should reintroduce myself. My name is James Buchanan Barnes but people usually call me Bucky.”

The little girl placed her tiny hand in his and shook it. “I’m not supposed to tell strangers my name so, you can call me Bee.”

Bucky nodded his head once, he almost didn’t notice the peanut butter she’d smeared on his hand. “Well Bee, does you mommy or daddy work here?”

Bee shrugs her shoulders. “Can’t tell you.”

He takes a deep breath in. “Can you tell me how you got here?”

“Nope.” She takes another bite of her sandwich.

“Can you tell me how long you’ve been here?”

“Nuh uh.”

Bucky runs a hand over his face. “Is this because of the doctor patient privilege?”

“Yep.” Bee smiles up at him and this time Bucky can’t help but smile back. A blooming feeling erupted in his chest.

Bucky looked down at his hand, trying to find his most surface level wound. Something that wouldn’t traumatize the girl who’s no more than seven years old.

“Dr. Bee, I need your help. Do you have anything for this cut?” Bucky points to the small cut on his knuckle. She didn’t have to know how it came to be, or who’s cheekbone had caused it.

“Thertainly Mr. Bucky.” Bee’s missing front teeth were responsible for her lisp. She jumped off of the chair and hurried behind the nurse’s station.

She swiftly wrapped his knuckles in gauze.

“Do you need me to look over your other arm?” Bee asked sincerely.

“I don’t think you can help with this one.” Bucky chuckled, knocking on the vibranium. “Unless you have anti rust spray.”

Bee threw her head back with laughter but the cute sound was cut short by a door slamming open.

His mind went blank the second he saw her. Bucky couldn’t peel his eyes off of her, even his jaw went slack. He tried to memorize every single detail of her. Her hair, her eyes, her body, the blue scrubs she wore.

“Bee!” She gasped, taking the little girl in her arms. “You almost gave me a heart attack, I told you to stay in the common room!”

“Don’t worry mommy!” She smiles up at the woman who’s taken Bucky’s mind hostage. “I’ve been with Bucky!”

The woman finally looks over at Bucky and he’s sure the world has stopped.

But reality comes crashing down when her eyes lose some of their light.

“Mr. Barnes.” She gasps, pulling Bee to stand behind her body. “I’m so terribly sorry about her, she wasn’t supposed to be here.”

Bucky gulps down the nervous feeling in his throat. He can’t help but feel like the biggest idiot in this universe.

All he’s done for the past few years is be cold, and rude, and now the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen, who’s got the cutest most outspoken daughter in the tri state area, is apologizing.

His brain runs out of words and he just stands there.

Bucky keeps quiet as the woman sutures up the wound on his arm, he’d completely forgotten about it.

“Bee’s your daughter?” He manages to speak up after a few minutes.

The woman nods with a smile, keeping her eyes on his wound but Bucky begs the cosmos she looks up at him, even if it’s just for a second. He wouldn’t care if she messes up, if it means their eyes could meet.

Bucky’s kept himself away from feelings for years. He convinced himself he doesn’t need them. But in a quick thirty minutes, Bee and her amazingly beautiful mother have stirred up more emotions than he’s had in the last two decades.

“She-“ Bucky clears his throat. “She mentioned you’ve got a wide array of names for me.”

Her cheeks burned red. “Bee must be mistaken, she’s got a crazy imagination. Always coming up with the strangest things-“

Bucky bit his bottom lip. “I’m used to it.”

The woman gulped, finally looking up at him.

“I’m really sorry about the names.” She whispers.

“It’s okay, darling.” Bucky’s eyes travel from hers to her lips. “But for next time, ‘Bucky’ is just fine.”

She nods, looking back to his wound.

“And you are-“

“(Y/n).” She says.

Bucky’s sure he’s never heard someone with a name as beautiful as hers.

“You’re all patched up.” (Y/n) takes a step away from Bucky. “I’ll finish your report, I’m sure you’ve got more important things to do.”

Bucky stumbles on his feet as he stands up. Embarrassed, he walks straight to the door but stops before leaving the medbay.

“(Y/n)?” He turns on his heel. “Would you please tell Dr. Bee I appreciated her help?”

The light in (Y/n)’s eyes returned as she nodded.

Bucky left the med bay feeling lighter than ever before and he couldn’t help but think a certain little bee had everything to do with it.

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❀ 𝑯𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒍𝒆 – 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ❀

❀ SUMMARY ❀ Ooey-gooey, fluffy snapshots looking into the lives of one Bucky Barnes and Honeysuckle, who have more chemistry than the experiments in Bruce Banner'e lab. Everyone else knows it... except them. It's not without a little help– from Sam 'Certified Wingman' Wilson– do Bucky and Honey begin to realize and figure out their feelings for one another.

❀ PAIRINGS ❀ Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

❀ WARNINGS ❀ Tooth-rotting fluff, slowburn, friends to lovers, idiots in love, everyone knows they like each other except them, Avengers live in the Tower, Sam Wilson is a good wingman, touching, mutual pining, domestic avengers, maybe like a tad angst but not much, softness, mild to moderate language (includes cursing), lots of feel-good feelings, no use of y/n, no description of y/n besides maybe outfits but it's still vague

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This series is nonlinear and each part can be read separately!

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❀ I – The "Not-Date" Date

❀ II – Another Time

❀ III – Sunset Spot

❀ IV – Think Pink

❀ V ❀ VI ❀ VII

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Ethereal Masterlist

Starring: Actor!Ari Levinson x Plus Size!Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+. This series will have Smut. Angst. Talk of addiction. More possible warnings as series unfolds. Read at your own risk.

Prologue Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

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Ryan Gosling rehearsing for his “I’m Just Ken” performance at the #Oscars

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Holy. Hell. Yes please

Off-Limits

Bucky Barnes x Reader: Mafia AU

Summary: Bucky Barnes wants the one thing he can't have, and he'll go to great lengths to get what he wants. The tension between the two of you makes it impossible for him to think rationally.

Warnings: profanity, possessive!Bucky, mentions of firearms, MINORS DNI, 18+!!!

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: I've been thinking about writing something like this for a few weeks but I'm typically not an AU kinda girl so stick with me. Bucky is intentionally out of character in this but hopefully a few of you will like him this way. Also, THANK YOU ILY for the little bullets and foliage art for my timeskips @littlemiss-yeehaw. She is an angel, an inspiration, I love her.

Off-limits. Nothing has ever pissed James Bucky Barnes off more than the phrase off-limits. The fact that it’s you who’s been labeled off-limits only adds to the fiery rage that’s steadily growing inside of him.

Bucky leans back in his desk chair, running his flesh hand through his hair while he goes over his options in his mind. He could just take you. He could give a few orders and have you in front of him by nightfall, though he isn’t quite sure how he feels about starting a war simply because he’s thinking with his cock rather than his head. He could have a sit-down meeting with the man he detests most in this world, the man who currently has total control over your future. He could make an offer, bargain for the right to have you to himself. No, that sounds too polite.

The sound of a fist rapping against the heavy wooden door of his office breaks Bucky out of his thoughts.

“You told me to come back at eight, so here I am. What did you decide?” Sam asks, shutting the door behind him after entering. He’s itching to do something, anything. His life has been hell ever since Bucky first laid eyes on you. It’s as if the entire fucking operation dropped to the bottom of the totem pole while you rose to the top. It would be great if he could bash a few heads in, fire a few rounds, and deliver you to his boss tonight so he could fuck away whatever this newfound obsession is and get back to being the cunning, ruthless mob boss he’s meant to be.

“We’re paying my least favorite lowlife a visit.”

Just like that, James Bucky Barnes and his entourage of over-eager gunmen are on their way to your house, to see your father.

As you tiptoe down the mahogany stairs of your childhood home, your bare feet just barely gracing each step, you forget for a moment that you’re not a little girl anymore. You can hear the distant sound of low voices and tense discussion coming from your father’s home office near the bottom of the staircase. When you were younger, those sounds would’ve had the hair on the back of your neck standing up and you would’ve been hightailing it right back to your bedroom. You’re not so timid anymore. The man already holds your entire life in the palm of his hand, molding and shaping it however he sees fit. What’s the point in trying to abide by his rules when it’ll never get you anything other than exactly what he wants for you? So, you continue your daring trip to the kitchen, with the hem of your oversized t-shirt skimming along the skin beneath the curve of your ass and your heart set on a late-night snack.

Bucky sits across from your father’s desk, his jaw aching due to the number of times he’s caught himself clenching his teeth together during the past hour of deliberations. As he lifts his hand to massage the sore muscle along the side of his face, he hears the sound of a wooden floorboard creaking somewhere outside of the room that he currently sits in. He shifts his gaze around the room, noting the way his own men, your father, and your father’s men all seem oblivious to the miniscule noise that came from somewhere in the house.

“It doesn’t matter how long we sit here and go through this. My daughter is not getting married, she isn’t on the table.” Your father’s tone, though resolved and sure, doesn’t match the look in his eye. It’s a look that lets Bucky know you’re not actually off the table, he just hasn’t made the right offer yet. The words echo in his head for a moment: on the table.

Fuck. If he sits here for another second, picturing you physically on top of a damn table, he might make an unreasonable offer just to turn that fantasy into a reality. It’s what prompts Bucky to rise to his feet suddenly, reaching into the pocket of his black suit pants to retrieve his phone and act as if he’s going to make a call, maybe a call to check on things within his business to see what else he can offer the piece of shit who sits in front of him. In reality, he’s making up an excuse to get the hell out of that stuffy office and clear his mind just enough to close the deal.

“Let me make a call.” Bucky says evenly, shooting your father a steely look. Your father leans back in his desk chair, relaxing for the first time since his rival showed up on your doorstep an hour ago. When Sam and Torres make moves to follow Bucky out of the office, Bucky holds up a hand, signaling for them to stop. “Stay, I won’t be long.”

Leaving his suit jacket draped over the back of the armchair he had been sitting in, Bucky steps out of the office and guides the door to shut as quietly as possible. It’s fucked up, what he’s doing here. He knows that good and well. Offering large sums of money, offering obscene amounts of quality product, offering a damn near eternal truce in the streets…all to have a woman he barely knows. As his eyes adjust to the darkness of his enemy’s home, he casts a glance up the staircase by the office door, wondering if you’re awake up there. Are you sitting in your posh bedroom without a single worry plaguing your pretty little mind? Are you sleeping soundly as he barters with your father for the right to have you all to himself? Or are you thinking about him too, about the handful of times you’ve run into each other over the past two months?

Shaking his head to clear his mind of all thoughts of you, Bucky takes a few steps to his left and turns the corner at the bottom of the stairs, entering the kitchen soundlessly. That’s where he finds you, hidden behind the open refrigerator door as you rummage around for a snack. He sees your bare legs first, peeking out beneath the half-door. He clenches his teeth and tightens his grip on the phone in his right hand simultaneously. It fucking hurts just to look at you.

“Your father lets you walk around like that with guests in the house?” He seethes. Startled, you shove the refrigerator door shut just before dropping the container of blueberries in your hand. As the plastic container goes crashing to the kitchen floor, blueberries scatter around your feet. James. When your eyes land on him, you can see the look of disdain all over his face. He despises you, you’re sure of it. Never one to take shit from a man, you narrow your eyes at him before crouching down and positioning yourself on your knees. Bucky watches intently as you pick up the blueberries one by one, placing them back into the plastic container.

“I don’t think my father considers you a guest.” You whisper the insult just loud enough for him to hear it, but not loud enough for your voice to carry over to your father’s office. Bucky’s squeezing his phone so tightly in his hand that he’s already thinking about having to send someone out to pick up a new one for him tomorrow, because surely, he’s shattering the screen of it. It isn’t your cute little attempt at a comeback that’s irking him. It’s the fact that you’re still on your knees, with your t-shirt riding up your thighs and your eyes lifting to meet his gaze as if you have no idea what effect you’re having on him. He’s sure you aren’t that naïve, which means you’re doing this shit on purpose.

“Get up.” He says through his teeth. You narrow your eyes at him before cocking your head to the side and picking up another fallen berry. It’s a test. He wants to see if you’ll listen to him. The way Bucky sees it, if you listen to his command and stand up, he’ll feel a bit better about going to all of this trouble to have you. It would tell him that although you’re defiant and like to talk back, you still know how to do what you’re told. But if you don’t listen? He can think of a few enjoyable ways to break you of that bad habit.

“What would my father do if he knew you were in here telling me what to do?” The question leaves your lips with the intention of being threatening, but Bucky’s hard stare and cold expression melds into a look of mild amusement. You pick up one of the last few remaining blueberries and drop it into the plastic container, keeping your gaze steady on the cold-blooded man a few feet in front of you. You watch with masked curiosity as he tucks his phone into the pocket of his suit pants and begins rolling up the sleeves of his white button-up shirt. He notices the way your eyes fixate on his black and gold arm, the way you almost seem fascinated by it. When he uses his metal hand to roll up the sleeve on his right arm, your focus shifts to the tattoos covering the majority of his flesh forearm. It isn’t your eyes that tell Bucky you like what you see. It’s the way you subtly clench your thighs together as you drop another berry into the container. You don’t shy away, you don’t move even an inch as he begins walking toward you. Even when he comes to a stop in front of you, close enough that the toes of his dress shoes are nearly touching your knees, you stay where you are. You look up at him through your lashes without tilting your head upward, refusing to move any more than just your eyes for a man that you know would take a mile if you gave him an inch.

“What would your father do if he knew you were on your knees in front of me?” He lifts his flesh hand toward your face, expecting you to flinch away or refuse his touch, but you don’t even blink as he lets his fingertips trace the curve of your jaw. He drags his fingers downward, until he’s in the right spot to curl them beneath your chin and force you to tilt your head up for him. Again, you don’t resist him. “Get out of here before someone else sees you like this.”

It isn’t at all what Bucky wanted to say to you, not even close. But it was what needed to be said. If anyone else had walked out of your father’s office and stolen the privilege of seeing you looking so pretty on your knees like that, he would’ve shot them dead right there in the kitchen. Whether it was one of your father’s men or his own, he wouldn’t have given a shit. So, Bucky lets his hand fall away from your chin, but he doesn’t step away. You reach down for the container of blueberries and grasp it in your right hand as you move to stand, keeping your eyes locked on Bucky’s the entire time. You want to shove him, to tell him he has no right to tell you what to do, especially not in your father’s home. At the same time, you wouldn’t be opposed to tracing the tattoos on his flesh forearm with your lips. What is it about this man that makes your rational mind war with the rest of your body?

When you step around Bucky a second later, setting the container of blueberries on the island in the center of the kitchen before heading toward the stairs, he has to fight the urge to reach out and grab you. Not now, not yet. You’re not his yet. When you round the corner of the kitchen and begin tiptoeing up to your room, Bucky makes his way to the bottom of the stairs and watches you silently as you take each step. You don’t look back as you make it to the landing and turn right, disappearing behind a wall. When he hears the faint sound of your bedroom door closing, he reaches into the back pocket of his suit pants and retrieves a small silver cylinder. It sits heavy in his hand as he pulls his gun from the back waistband of his pants. As Bucky screws the silencer onto the barrel of his gun, a distant voice in the back of his mind is screaming at him to be rational about this. Don’t do it. Don’t go to such insane lengths for a woman you don’t even know. Don’t spill blood on these nice mahogany floors.

When he enters the office a few seconds later, he fires two shots. The first into the shoulder of your father’s righthand man, and the second into the thigh of the other hired gun. His face is emotionless as he steps over their bloody, writhing bodies and presses the cool metal of the silencer against your father’s temple. Bucky only has to speak one sentence to let the man know that he isn’t to be fucked with.

“We make a deal tonight, or I make your daughter an orphan.”

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