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#Bucky anon I love you to the moon and back and then some
straywords · 2 years
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Hi.
I love your fics and was wondering if you would ever do a bonus part to bloodbound.
I would love to see what happened to reader.
Did Bucky and Steve ever actually fall in love with her? Do they treat her well? Are the mates? Did Wanda ever find her and take them to the darkhold?
I love the fic and I have so many questions I need answered from it.
Just love love love your fics and how you write them. The descriptions and the plots. So good.
Was some vampire diaries in bloodbound?. It felt like it at certain points. The v diaries books - it felt like reading that.
Have a nice day
A blurb for you, anon :)
°•☆Growing Pains ☆•°
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Vampire! Bucky Barnes x Reader (x)
You can’t get get used to your new life, nor do you think you ever will.
CW: implied kidnapping, implied non-con
Words: 1k
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It’s the familiar wave of ice along your back that alerts you. The knot in your throat. The tightening around your heart, now as dead and still as a corpse’s.
You down the last swig of the whiskey to its dregs. It leaves you unfazed, as usual. You never thought you’d ever miss the heady sensation, the buzzing. Yet you do. You should’ve let loose more in college. Then again, there was no time for that as you were snatched by two selfish vampires before you could even graduate. 
"Well, you were quicker this time," you dryly observe, pivoting on the stool to face a familiar frosty blue stare.
Grabbing your leather jacket, you leap off the stool, taking long strides outside the bar. You step into an empty alleyway, uncaring what lurks in the shadows. You’re deadlier than anything that could, even at your weakest. The moon is high in the sky, its light faint compared to the artificial glow of the tall skyscrapers grazing the clouds. 
"You’ll have to stop with the antics and childish disappearances, gorgeous," Bucky grumbles, matching your quick pace with ease. When you don’t stop, he seizes your arm. His tight grip draws a wince. Another small reminder that he’s older than you, hence stronger. So much stronger. If your heart could still beat, pump blood, it’d be thrumming in your chest. Bucky squints at you.
"It was cute when you were a fledgling, but Steve and I are losing patience..."
"Screw you." The venom spits from your tongue and Bucky’s gaze widens like you slapped him. Irritation twists his handsome face. 
His voice turns into a growl.
"It doesn’t matter where you run. We’re your sires. We’ll always find you."
A sarcastic laugh bursts out of you. 
"Maybe I’ll just step into the sun and-"
You yelp when his hand latches around your throat and he slams you into a wall. The crack of the stones as they crumble behind your head make your ears ring. He squeezes his fingers, as if to remind you how easily he could snap your neck. He and Steve have done it before. Many times. You’d wake up after a few hours but the torturous ache isn’t worth it. Never worth it.
"Don’t joke about that," he warns, his tone more imperious than before. 
Your head still painfully throbs when his grip around your throat eases. He drags you by the hand. You’re swaddled by fog and suddenly, find yourself on the roof. You never could quite figure out this little teleportation trick. Maybe you aren’t old enough. None of your vampire gifts have bloomed. You can barely glamour a mortal. Steve says it’s because you’re stubborn, resisting what has happened, what you are. He might be right. "Your little witch girlfriend is catching up. We need to move."
"Again?" you shriek, following behind Bucky as moves from roof to roof with the agility of a cat. "The rest of the nest won’t be happy."
"We’re leaving them behind this time."
Your jaw drops.
"What? That’s…"
This could mess with your plans. An entire nest of vampires is much easier to spot than three isolated ones. You try not to let your worry show on your features.
Bucky slows, tossing you a heavy look above his shoulder. 
"You know, I was thinking it’s so strange how Wanda keeps getting closer and closer. We should have lost her five years ago. She should be looking for a mortal, not a vampire."
You shrug, whispering to your body to not betray you. Any little body language cue could tip off Bucky. "Beats me," you tonelessly answer. 
He can’t know about the crumbs you left all over America. You had hoped she’d find you before they turned you. That ship has sailed.
But you still harbor faint dreams of freedom.
Wanda’s your only chance. She’s a witch. She can find you. She’s the only one who could find a way around the cloaking spell Steve and Bucky had their warlock friend perform. Fucking Strange. You’d suck him dry if you could. 
Suddenly, Bucky stops, whirling towards you with a feral expression distorting his features. His eyes are black enough that you flinch. Malevolence coats the air as he approaches you. 
"If I find out you have anything to do with this, gorgeous... I’ll make you wish for the merciful scorch of the sun." His hand shoots out to frame your chin firmly. You remain still as fear dances in your veins. "Because trust me, what we’ll have in store for you will be so much worse."
Your eyes flutter as you go lightheaded. You slump limply in Bucky’s arms as he catches you before you can fall off the edge of the roof and crash onto the pavement
"You need to feed," he notes, disapproval brimming from his tone.
You can’t deny the pain in your gums, dreadfully familiar, the shriveling in your stomach, the pounding in your head. You are hungry, so so hungry. But a little part of you dies every time you sink your teeth in some poor stranger’s neck, so you fight it every time.
"I’m okay," you lie.
A wicked, lopsided grin twists Bucky’s pink lips. 
"Should I find some poor sucker and rip his throat out for you, gorgeous?" he threatens. You know he would. Just to prove a point.
You try to rise on shaky legs. "No, please-"
Bucky helps you up, hoisting you in his arms to jump off the roof with you tucked against him. 
"Let’s go hunt then, and after that, we’ll go home." You stagger by his side as his arm wraps around your waist. You can tell by his deep frown how annoyed he is that you let yourself starve to this point. He’d never allow it. He snarls in displeasure, his voice whipping the air, "We can figure out your punishment once we’re there."
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mediocre-daydreams · 2 years
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HI 🫶🏻🫶🏻 it’s the mind reader anon !! can i please request for “I’m not as good as you think I am.” X “Maybe, but you’re everything to me.” OR “nobody needs me,” x “i need you.” with bucky barnes?
YEAH SURE USING AN EMOJI DIDNT COME TO MIND BUT im gonna use this from now on 🐙
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I HAD 3 CUPS OF STRAIGHT BLACK COFFEE AND WROTE THE WEIRDEST THING I'VE EVER... EVERED. HERE IT IS!! I'M SO SCARED OF MY OWN BRAIN RIGHT NOW!! I LOVE YOU!!
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the eggs benedict to your mass production
college! himbo!bucky x tutor! cynical!reader (and both of them are stupid) notes: absolute crack, it's all just infatuated bucky going from himbo to educated, emotionally mature feminist king like every other word, mutual pining, swearing, a shit ton of dialogue but it's good fucking dialogue, dramatic bucky, you're stupid, he's kind of stupid but like no, just read it and find out i swear it's worth it
w/c: 2k .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. “you’re really good at this, you know,” bucky whispered, his peppermint breath caressing your face. he was tucked into your side, one elbow on the table, one arm around your chair—sure, maybe it was a bit too close to be professional, but neither of you was complaining.
“thanks,” you murmured, not bothering to glance up and meet his eye, partially because you were concentrated on the work in front of you, and partially because you knew you’d get flustered and expose your big, fat crush on the boy who’d, for some reason, was taken by you.
well, not “taken,” exactly. he wasn’t yours, and you weren’t his, though both of you wished that could be true; both of you also did not realize your feelings were reciprocated. in more specific terms, he was taken, as in ‘awed by,’ your determination.
whether that be your raised hand, steady and confident in class, or the quick wit that you weren’t afraid to weaponize against anybody who dared challenge you, or even the determination you’d initially had to avoid him.
bucky knew he wasn’t exactly in your league, so to speak. your social circles might as well be different planets, but he figured you were an actual planet and he was your moon, circling around you, forever and ever trapped in your gravitational orbit. (at least, that’s the comparison he would make if he was passing physics.)
and that’s how you’d met him. you had lingered after class was dismissed to finish writing down the last of your notes, while bucky had hung back because the teacher needed to talk to him about his grades. to bucky’s delight, the refreshingly disinterested girl who would’ve never given him a second glance without necessity was the tutor that your teacher had recommended.
call him a masochist, but he loved that you treated him with just as much disdain as you treated the rest of his friends. it was… an unpopular opinion. att least, his friends—consisting of three-quarters of alpha delta theta and a little less than half the school’s men’s lacrosse team—certainly thought so.
bucky shifted in his seat, sending another wave of his cologne your way. you tried not to show how much he was affecting you, but you broke immediately when the arm he’d been resting on the back of your chair had finally snaked itself over until his fingers had settled on your shoulders. he began massaging small, slow circles into your skin, and you thought you might melt and mold yourself into the chair.
“okay, i- i think this is pretty good.” you scooted your chair away from him just an inch with reluctance; he smelled wonderful and had a warm presence and was so, so lovely… however, you were here to help him with physics, not get seduced. (though you’d obviously prefer the latter.)
a momentary flash of disappointment—or was that hurt?—crossed his face before it settled into its usual expression; in other words, he was gorgeous and he knew it.
“it’s not pretty good,” bucky took the paper from your hands with his eyebrows pinched in concentration. your stomach sank. “it’s amazing, doll. how are you- fuck, why do are you so beautiful and so, so smart? you’re killing me, here.”
you begged to differ. you were the one on the verge of combustion.
you pursed your lips to hide the embarrassingly exposing beam that threatened to escape and reveal your hopeless affinity for a man who was obviously out of your league. you wanted to hate bucky, you really, really did, but it made sense why he was able to pull whichever strings he wanted to. he was charismatic, confident, and had a way of leaving people in a dreamy, delirious daze that made them vulnerable to whatever kind of intention bucky had. he’d passed numerous classes that he had decidedly failed, slept with too many people to count—his pool was endless; male and female both—and had somehow managed to talk himself out of a suspension after he’d managed to break a window. 
so was it wrong to be wary of his advances? as far as you knew, he was still “talking” to your roommate’s ex-boyfriend’s lab partner (though it seemed as if not many words were being exchanged in their ‘conversations’) and supposedly was hooking up with the quarterback. 
but those could be rumors, your inner naive schoolgirl with a crush said. rumors have an element of truth to them, your rational side said. you interact with less than half the number of people he’s friends with, your cynical side said, and he’s only talking to you so he can go back to his theta kappa beta alpha friends and make fun of you. 
“bucky, i appreciate the… compliments, i really do. and i mean this with, uh, kindness, but don’t you think it’s a little… immature? manipulative? i don’t know, i just-”
this time, the crestfallen look on bucky’s face lingered, and it was most definitely one of hurt. “manipulative? sweetheart, i’d never manipulate you into anything, oh god no! i don’t und-”
“well, you’re always making fun of me so you can get some reaction out of me, and i don’t understand the appeal of trying to- to fluster somebody for entertainment, and maybe it makes this whole ‘tutoring session’ more interesting for you, but damn it, that’s not fair to me!” you snapped, eyes narrowed with malice.
you expected bucky to reciprocate. to hiss at you, or deny it, or make some vaguely misogynistic comment, but he just sat there, like a kicked puppy that had also been caught in the rain. he licked his lips enticingly and his eyes flickered down to… your lips? was that it? 
the gall of him, to continue to mock you even after you’d confronted him.
bucky laughed bitterly, shaking his head. his knee was bouncing and it was giving you secondhand anxiety. “i can’t- ha, i can’t believe you’d think that’s what- have i not been obvious enough? i don’t understand why- why you don’t understand. i like you, a lot, actually. i have since the first week of physics when you told the professor he was wrong and then pulled out evidence. 
“why would you think that i’m…” he looked at you incredulously, “making fun of you? if anything, you’re the one who’s teasing me! i’ve been trying to, well, yeah, i’ve been trying to get a reaction out of you so i can see if you feel the same way!
“and you always seem to do this little routine, where i’ll try and ask you out or- or tell you that you look pretty, or ask you questions about yourself and you do this fucking scrunch,” he pointed to his face, “on your nose, and it kills me. and it kills me that you always scoff at me like i’m nothing but you’re like… the whole world, or something. you’re like, the bonnie to my clyde.”
you bit your lip to keep yourself from smiling, not wanting to spoil his rant. “bonnie and clyde were serial killers,” you whispered amusedly. bucky looked at you, took a mental note, and continued without correcting himself.
“you’re the… apple to my eye. the chicken to my egg. and the… alpha theta to my kappa beta. and i think you’re incredible, i really do, but you won’t even give me the time of day. so yeah, i don’t understand why you think i’m the one manipulating you.
“there’s obviously a social power dynamic here,” bucky added, waving his hands around like that would help make his point clearer. “you’re cool and smart and people love you, and i’m like, a piece of shit, kinda. so i guess it makes sense why you don’t like me.
 but that’s beside the point. you have the dominant position in this relationship because you’re the one tutoring me; therefore, my performance relies on your decisions. you wield the power of controlling my gpa or whatnot. and did i mention that you’re smart and pretty? so basically, you’re just better than me which means in society, aka the individual social bubble that is every academic institution, you have more, um, influence than i do. you’re like, the prefect, and i’m the dude you report for breaking curfew. or you’re like, the ta, and i’m the guy whose essay you rip apart.
‘cause you’re like, shit, you’re so wow. and i’m so, wow,” he said the second bit with exaggerated sarcasm and a dramatic eye roll. “and i learned about all this in women’s studies, so if you think i’m pulling this out of my ass, go talk to bell hooks and simone de beauvoir, alright? i’m not, like, trying to manipulate you into a date or anything—not that i’d complain about getting a date, or like, just a shot, and i mean shot as in chance, not as in alcohol—i just really like you. like, like-like you.”
bucky took a deep, shuddering breath after his profession of infatuation. you gaped, probably comparable to a fish, at the frat-adjacent, notorious fuckboy, and delectable specimen of a man in front of you who also took women’s studies and also seemed to genuinely want to take you out on a date—though you weren’t particularly sure about the second one since his explanation was very long and not very easy to follow—that you’d severely misjudged.
“i-” you sputtered, for once, out of wit. “that’s so… nice.” you fiddled with the paper that the two of you had been working on. you could hear the sound of bucky’s heart shattering from where you sat. 
you hung your head in your hands, bewildered. “okay, you said you didn’t understand what i said but now i’m not understanding what you said because you’re saying i’m all… admired and intellectual and alluring and, powerful, even, but i- i’m not. bucky, i’m literally sitting in the library tutoring you on a subject i suck at because i have no other weekend plans and because i’ve been bullshitting my way through this class and the professor just so happened to eat it up.
“i don’t know what i’m doing either, bucky. i’m not- i’m not as good as you think i am. i’m… if we’re going back to that stupid chicken-egg analogy, you’re like a crowing morning rooster and i’m an egg produced by a capitalist’s hellish factory farm that’s dropped on the ground and will probably grow mold before someone cleans it up.” you paused. “oh wow, that was a way worse metaphor than yours, wasn’t it?”
bucky shook his head, a brilliant, dopey smile slowly growing on his face. “no. no, that was… so beautiful. you’re so smart,” he insisted, and it seemed like he genuinely believed it. “you think you’re some- some rotten egg, but to me, you’re an eggs benedict that’s been approved by gordon ramsey. you keep saying all these self-deprecating things and y’know, my therapist says that’s really bad for your subconscious perception of yourself and your value, and i know i just said that you’re smart but you’re actually being so stupid right now. because i think you’re really awesome. so…”
bucky swung his legs under his seat, which was really awkward because his legs were already so long that his knees were brushing the top of the table, so it looked more like he was trying to kick the table apart.
“can i kiss you?” bucky breathed, eyes scanning your face with pure adoration.
“absolutely not,” you grimaced, planting your hand on his face and pushing it away. “don’t push it. but… how does dinner at 7 tonight sound? not the cafeteria shit, i’ll take you somewhere nice. and don’t get it twisted, i’m asking you out, okay?” 
bucky nodded eagerly, going from kicked, wet puppy to newly-adopted, instagram account worthy puppy. “i- wow, thank you! wow. i’m so- yes, i will be there. should i get flowers or are you going to do the flowers thing? because i really like you a lot and i don’t want to mess this up and-”
“i’ll do the flowers. and the picking you up. and if you’re a good boy, maybe you’ll get a kiss at the end of the night. does that sound okay?”
it sounded more than okay to bucky.
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sparkledfirecracker · 2 years
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I’m not in any way being hateful to you in regards to Endearing Sins, personally I loved it and if it helped you process some of your trauma that’s great, but I’m also Jewish and I it’s extremely painful for many of us seeing people take a character that is Jewish and change his identity to that of another faith.
Hello anon, for one, I 100% value your thought and opinion. Your feelings in regards to this issue are valid in this experience. And I’m sorry to see that it’s painful to see for many.
Not being native to English always stresses me out in these types of answers, as you might perceive it in a way I do not intend it to be, my apologies upfront. Incoming the rising anxiety if I should be responding in the first place.
I sensed a double meaning in this ask and I’m not sure what you want me to answer with. As I can read it in two ways. This being a general kind ask or it’s a backhanded compliment. That being said, I’m not perceiving you as hateful in any way at all and I’m glad that you loved it regardless.
Personally, I use Ari for his looks and I borrow the name, that’s literally it. I don’t think anyone is deliberately trying to make him anything else with malicious intent, we all run with what we know.
Some mutuals, myself included, have been either told, reminded or have experienced the following: if you don’t know anything about a certain religion, culture, entity, heritage, etc. you don’t touch the subject and you do not attempt it as it may be received disrespectful. ‘You stick with what you know’. People who are implementing those believes, habits, practices, etc. can take offense in that if something within/from their practices are portrayed wrongly in a story. This is not just within fan fiction, this is also the case in official published work.
I’ve talked about this with one of my closest real life friends, who is Jewish. And we discussed a whole bunch of things, but each time she came back saying it didn’t make sense to why just only Ari, as the film was already a massive fuck up to begin with. Her words not mine: ‘A propaganda ego booster for a government that had been all over the news for its vile behaviour.’
Why is the issue with only Ari and not Bucky Barnes, Moon Knight, Velma Dinkley or even Alfie Salomons for that matter? There’s fiction out there that is definitely not corresponding with their, either, implied or known entity.
All I can do is apologize for the story I wrote if anyone has ever taken offense to it. That has never been my intention, as the meaning behind it has barely anything to do with religion, it’s an aspect I used to cover up the entire sex cult convention Ari’s running and throw a fictional middle finger at the church by using some elements.
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pavlmescal · 2 years
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hello hello! it is me again……. please don't think I've forgotten you! I have been dutifully following you and your creations and your likes and dislikes so that I can make a stellar gif(t)set for you! But enough of that for now.
How is your day going? If you could pick, what three qualities would you say best describe yourself? What is your favorite color? If you could pick a fictional character to be your bestie, who would it be?
Ta ta for now. Love, your psc anon <3
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Omg hi!!
Honestly I didn't have a great week last week and I slept horribly on Friday night, but I spent the day with my mom yesterday and that helped! Today I plan to gif for a bit, make some yummy food for the week, and start my new puzzle that I got yesterday.
Honestly having a Time trying to think of three qualities to describe myself lol, but i guess I'm pretty patient/laid back, i am really passionate about the things that i enjoy, and i absolutely love learning new things!
To answer your other questions: My favorite colors are Purple and Yellow and I want to be best friends with Nick Miller from New Girl lol.
I was a child in the 80s so most of the shows I love from that decade were children's shows like Fraggle Rock, Inspector Gadget, Saved by the Bell, Gumby, etc lol. My favorite 90s shows were definitely The X-Files & Dawson's Creek. In the 00s I was super into reality TV. Like it was almost all I watched. I was really into all the VH1 & MTV reality shows, I loved competition shows like Top Chef & Project Runway etc. It's funny because I hate reality tv shows now lol like you cannot pay me to watch them, but man was I into them in the early to mid 00s. I also was/am a huge fan of the sitcoms from the mid 00s - early 10s like The Office, Parks & Rec, New Girl, etc. Then from like late 00s through now I love so many TV shows lol. It's hard for me to differentiate the decades from late 00s on but I just love TV shows lol. Basically if it's Queer and has well-written female characters I am going to probably love it lol but I'll check out most new shows if the premise seems interesting!
Ok so I started slacking on the Disney + MCU shows so I've only seen Wandavision, tfatws, loki & hawkeye. And then the first 2 eps of moon knight but i barely remember them cuz i was so sick when I watched them a;skj;. I honestly absolutely loved all of the ones I've seen so far. I'm gonna have to put tfatws first because I am nothing if not a Sam & Bucky stan. then i think it's Wandavision > Hawkeye > Loki, but like I said, I legitimately loved all 4 of them.
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marvelandimagine · 3 years
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I think some people mad about the arm is not necessarily about the fact that Ayo disabling the arm itself, it's more of the fact that it was not necessary and the fact that Bucky had no idea they can do that. If I were to be honest, I think it was not that necessary because Ayo is well capable of taking him down without having to disarm him and she is definitely not threatened by him. I think what some people find upsetting about that scene is the fact that it kinda comes off as Ayo putting Bucky in a position where it would make him feel like he doesn't have full control of his own body after all. The Wakandans, especially Ayo, T'Challa and Shuri had every right to feel betrayed and upset but the point is they should have told Bucky about how the arm can easily be disabled like that, they didn't know Bucky was going to set Zemo free when they gave him the arm and regardless of the things they have done for him and if they were ones who gave him the arm, they should have at least told him about it, because it's connected to him, it's a part of HIS body. It doesn't matter if it was necessary to disarm him or not, the point is they should have told him about it because apart from the fact that it's his body and that it was a bit insensitive given his history, it's also a point of vulnerability, and the fact that she did it in front of Walker (and possibly Zemo) --- people who can easily turn on Bucky, could easily that to their advantage and attempt to disable it themselves. Just my thoughts on it.
Thank you for sharing your perspective, anon!
I’m going to use this long-ass reply to address this stuff with Ayo and also voice some thoughts I’ve had over the past few weeks seeing people paint Bucky into being this complete soft and harmless human that needs 25-7 protection which I don’t jive with — and this is me, a complete Bucky stan.
Many moons ago, I saw a post that compared 1940s Bucky moving with stealth and a loaded gun on the train to the Winter Soldier doing the same thing, essentially discussing the similarities and debating how much of non-brainwashed Bucky was in the Soldier. And I think the fandom forgets or chooses to neglect the following when painting him as this fragile, peace-loving guy:
Bucky was an incredibly skilled sniper in the United States Army. His job is to eliminate threats in the most efficient way possible, and he’s good at it. HYDRA gets their hands on him and + the serum, this gets magnified. It wasn’t like HYDRA turned him into someone with the ability and mental capacity to kill — that was already there. The brainwashing and torture just carved out the rest of him to leave those honed skills and an amplified ruthlessness with no moral issues, no sense of self to contend with. That ruthlessness is part of Bucky, whether people like it or not.
When Bucky is outside of HYDRA for the first time and hiding in Civil War and gets attacked, he’s so brutal in his actions that Steve Rogers, the man who literally was ready to die to save Bucky and free him when no one else believed in the good in him, intervenes because “Buck, you’re going to kill someone.” Bucky responds that he’s not going to kill anyone, but the fact remains: with or without HYDRA control, Bucky has a strong capacity for violence that hovers on brutality — again, what’s the most efficient way to eliminate or neutralize a threat? Like, I don’t want to kill you, but I’ll knock your ass out with cinder blocks to the chest.
Bucky has a good heart, he’s loyal, he��s smart, he’s caring, he’s the longest-standing POW in history and was turned into a slave for decades, put through unimaginable trauma and torture and horror with no escape. Bucky is also a strong and incredibly skilled super soldier who has a bionic arm, is a trained sniper, is unnervingly precise with knives, and self-describes himself as “semi-stable.” Zemo notes in the bar that “it didn’t take Bucky long to get back into form,” and he’s right because the ruthlessness and skill of the Winter Soldier is a part of him and always has been. We see it when he has his hand around Zemo’s neck and tells him he will kill him, when he rips the glass from his hand and throws it across the room.
And I’m sure the Wakandans know all this about Bucky, this light and his ability for hard-to-stop violence, whether from talking to Steve and Bucky or doing their own homework. And they still choose to help him out of the goodness of their hearts because he’s been put through hell and they believe they have the capacity to help him and it’s the right thing to do — they’re betting more on those positive attributes. And they put a failsafe on his arm, a literal weapon, and chose not to tell him. You know why I think that shows how much they did care about him? Because they could’ve blatantly come out and said “Hey, we don’t trust you,” and hurt him outright, but they didn’t because they’re betting on the light in Bucky to outweigh the dark or any future manipulation. That it’s a worst-case scenario function they hope to never have to use — so they’re prepared if shit hits the fan, and if it doesn’t, Bucky doesn’t have to be hurt feeling like he can’t be trusted. I see no issues here, they’re just being cautious.
Now coming to Ayo, my QUEEN Ayo. From that beautiful, beautiful opening scene, we get to see her support, her reassurance, her belief that Bucky will be able to work through this, even when he doesn’t believe it himself. She watches him fight and struggle and cry, and you can feel the hope in her and how moved she is when she gets to tell him it worked, he did it — he’s free. And she says it not once, but twice. And you can hear not just the comfort, but the PRIDE and warmth in her voice directed to him, who I’m sure she’s watched throughout the whole deprogramming process and gotten to know and is happy to see him work through the pain and come out on the other side.
And then she sees that same individual make a decision in freeing Zemo that she perceives as a “fuck you” not just to her country, but to her, someone who was charged with protecting her king. She could’ve just disarmed Bucky the second they met up, but she doesn’t. She takes the time to explain her side and her feelings, her guilt and her shame, and basically implies that she feels betrayed by Bucky because Wakanda helped him and now he’s doing something that’s hurting her country. And still, she doesn’t attack or just go get Zemo. She gives Bucky the benefit of the doubt and a whole 8-hour American workday to do what he has to do because again, she believes in the best of him. And then that time limit runs up, and he chooses to get in her way.
And that’s the final straw. She’s angry, she’s guilty, she’s frustrated, and she feels betrayed hurt by someone I think she did respect and care about, someone whom she worked with and helped and supported when he was his most vulnerable. Did she “need” to disarm the arm to fight Bucky? Probably not. But is she doing it in the heat of battle and adrenaline and a whole bucket ton of emotions, including what she sees as the White Wolf blatantly disrespecting her country and her as a person and even friend and she just says fuck it, I’m done? You hurt us and me, and I’m going to hurt you back? Oh yeah. And Bucky looks shocked, not because he’s a poor fragile baby and “oh no, my arm, how could you?? my TrAumA”, but in the dual realization of “oh shit, how’d you do that?!” and “oh shit, I think I crossed a line here.” And also, I don’t think a single person in that room would be able to recreate the disabling sequence other than Ayo — it’s way too targeted and specific for someone like Walker to pick it up in the whole three seconds it took.
People need to stop reducing characters to these black and white extremes of soft and hard, of good and bad. Doing so completely devalues and ignores the REALITY of the complexity of being human, and Bucky and Ayo are both great examples of that played by stellar actors who portray that range and depth extremely well. End of the day, my thought is that the failsafe in the arm was justified and people need to stop coming for Ayo based on this ridiculous narrative that Bucky is too traumatized and sensitive and too much of a fave to ever be challenged or he’ll explode into dust. Boy deserves a life of freedom and healing and mental health support, but he’s also still a formidable opponent with the capacity for violence and skillset to kill. People are more than one thing.
Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk!!
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earlgreydream · 3 years
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pregnant.
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anon requested. Loki x pregnant reader
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You woke up with terrible nausea, feeling like the world was flipping you upside down. You laid back, breathing deeply and telling yourself that you were fine. The moment you started to sit up, you felt immensely ill, your stomach churning.
You ran into your en-suite and knelt on the cold tile, getting violently sick and emptying your stomach. You felt hands pull your hair back out of your face, and you were blinded with tears.
Your throat and eyes burned, and you were embarrassed to be throwing up in front of Loki. He held your hair in one hand, rubbing your back with the other, and softly telling you that you were going to be fine.
“I think I’m okay,” you said to Loki, grabbing his forearm as he helped you stand.
“Are you certain?”
You nodded and went to the sink, cleaning yourself up and brushing your teeth. You looked in the mirror and saw Loki start a shower for you, insisting you’d feel better. You felt too weak to argue, and you managed to keep upright and wash your skin and hair.
“I’m exhausted.”
“You can rest soon, my darling,” Loki promised as you slipped on clean pajamas.
You started toward your bed, but Loki lifted you up off your feet. He carried you out of your bedroom, but you were too weak to protest. Your fingers tightened around his soft cloak as you recognized Banner’s lab, a place you hated to end up.
“No,” you shook your head weakly, and Loki consoled you as he set you down on an exam table. Banner walked over, looking at his watch.
“You’re up early. What’s going on?” he asked kindly, and you sighed, explaining that you’d woken up sick that last couple of mornings. He frowned, checking your vitals. Loki sat beside you, holding your hand and gently kissing your knuckles as Banner took a blood sample from your arm. 
You snuggled against Loki’s side as he ran some tests, consoled by the young god. He kissed the top of your head and traced tiny shapes on your arms, making you smile. 
“Y/N!” Banner gasped, scaring you.
“What?! Am I dying?!” Your eyes widened and he shook his head. 
“Quite the opposite actually. Were you aware that you’re pregnant?” 
Silence fell over the room, and you turned to Loki with wide eyes. You were anxious to see how he would react to the news. You’d talked about possibly having a kid at some point, but not soon. 
“My darling, we’re going to have baby!” Loki gasped, excitement bursting in his blue eyes. 
Relief flooded over you at his positive reaction, and you wrapped your arms around his neck. 
“You’re going to be great parents. We can get you started on some prenatal care, and I can give you something for the morning sickness,” Banner smiled at you. 
“Okay,” you nodded slowly, still trying to process the fact there was a baby in your belly. 
A grin stayed on Loki’s face the entire day, and he told everyone in Stark Tower. You giggled at how overjoyed he was, and it helped you feel grounded, settling your worries. 
“We are going to have the most beautiful baby,” Loki grinned, kissing your lips before kneeling down and kissing your belly. You carded your fingers through his black curls, and he laid his hands on your stomach, as if he could feel the tiny fetus that was only two months along. 
The more pregnant you got, the more overprotective Loki became. He was extremely attentive, and he didn’t let you do anything that required effort. You insisted to him that you were fine, even as you started to need his help standing up, off-balance with your baby bump. 
“How far along are you now?” Parker asked as you sat helping him with his homework one evening. 
“About eight months. Not too much longer,” you smiled. 
“Then I won’t be the youngest here!” he grinned and you shook your head, ruffling his brown hair. 
“I know, you won’t be my little baby spider anymore,” you teased, and he pouted, pretending to be offended.
“I’ll always be your baby spider.”
“Finish up this page of your essay, and I’ll help you edit it, okay?” 
Parker nodded, and you stood up from the table, walking to the kitchen island to start baking the cookies you’d been craving. Loki walked in, squeezing Parker’s shoulder in greeting as he passed the boy. 
“Hi,” you whispered, kissing Loki’s mouth. 
“We could’ve had one of Stark’s chefs make cookies. You can rest, my darling.”
“I want to make them.”
Loki hummed, stealing some of the chocolate chips from your bowl. You appeased him by letting the god put them in the oven, protecting you from the possibility of burning yourself. He pulled your back against his chest, laying his hands over your stomach. Your tiny daughter kicked, making Loki smile into your hair. 
“She loves you already,” you whispered, making Loki grin. 
“I hope so.” 
Parker called your name, and you walked over to him and looked over his essay. He stayed for cookies after, hanging around you and Loki for the evening. 
“I got you something, Y/N,” Parker said finally, reaching into his bag and pulling out a box. You smiled, gently taking it from him. 
“What is it?”
“It’s for baby Freyja, for the nursery” he explained, and you opened the box, grinning at the Brooklyn snow globe inside. 
“Oh, Parker, I love it. Thank you.”
You handed it to Loki and pulled your friend into a hug, squeezing him tightly. 
“You’re welcome.”
Everyone had gone to bed, but the insomnia was keeping you up. You stood in the nursery that was attached to your suite, decorated and ready for your baby girl. You placed the snow globe on a shelf, watching the little flakes fall over the tiny city. 
Your fingers smoothed over the crib blankets that were patterned with silver moons and stars, everything faintly reminiscent of Asgard, the home that Loki desperately missed. You picked up a stuffed yellow rabbit that Bucky had given you, along with a blanket. 
“Are you nervous?” Loki asked softly, leaning in the doorway. 
“A little bit. What if I’m a terrible mother?” you confessed, watching magic patterns move and twist on the wooden bars of the crib. 
“Come here, my darling.”
Loki sat down on your rocking chair, pulling you onto his lap.
“You’re going to be amazing, and perfect, and I will be here every step of the way. You’re not alone anymore, you don’t have to handle parenting by yourself.”
“Thank you,” you whispered, gently kissing him before laying your head down on his shoulder.
- six months later -
You heard Freyja cry from the nursery, and you sat up drowsily. It was nearly four in the morning, and you were so exhausted you could’ve wept. 
“I’ve got her, go back to sleep, beautiful.” Loki kissed your cheek and slipped out of bed. You laid back down, but your body wouldn’t let you sleep with your child awake. 
You wrapped Loki’s green cloak around you and walked into your nursery. Loki was gently rocking Freya in his arms, her black curls unruly on her head and her wide blue eyes the same shade as his. He soothed her with little green seidr stars that flickered and glittered above her face, before twisting into flowers and blooming in the air. 
He looked up when you entered, giving you a small smile. 
“Look, Freyja, it’s your lovely mum,” he kissed her cheek, and the tiny girl gazed at you, reaching out with her delicate hand. 
“Hungry?” you asked her, sitting down in your rocking chair and letting Loki set her in your arms. You slipped the top of your dress down and got her settled and feeding on your chest. Her fingers rested on your skin, and she relaxed as she drank from you. 
Loki knelt on the floor beside you, gazing up at you with admiration in his eyes. Your free hand went to his hair, and he leaned into your touch. 
“Motherhood suits you,” he noted, and you smiled. 
“You’re just happy because you get to see me shirtless more often,” you teased, making him laugh. 
“Freyja is lucky,” he grinned, kissing her head. 
“She looks like you,” you commented, and he nodded.
“But she has your sweet face.”
“It’s easy now, but wait until she starts performing magic, and she turns your hair gray,” you commented. 
“I’ll teach her to use her magic, and never against her mother.”
You smiled at Loki, then down at your daughter.
“I love you both, endlessly.”
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calummss · 3 years
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Our Hearts Aligned | Sebastian Stan
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summary: sebastian seemed to forget about your secret relationship
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words: 1.3K
a/n: my account was terminated so i’m reposting
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The sky was lit with stars and the moon when you arrived at a building you would be doing press for a new movie you were starring in with Sebastian Stan.
You’ve always dreamed of becoming an actress and started your career with small roles in different tv shows and movies. But if it weren’t for Sebastian you wouldn’t have gotten your main role for the upcoming movie ‘When the Stars and Heart align.’ You were offered a small part in ‘Captain America: Civil War’ as one of Bucky’s roommates and only had a total of four minutes screen time, but Sebastian loved your acting style and recommended you to the director of the upcoming movie. Sebastian and you became very close in a short amount of time, sharing the same interests and just getting along well. Eventually you fell in love like anyone would. There was only one problem: you were 11 years younger than him. You tried to ignore your feelings and keep it friendly but you couldn’t bear the agony of not being able to tell him how you really feel. So you told him: and to your surprise he kissed. That was almost two years ago and you were still as happy. No one but you, close friends and family knew of the relationship in order to keep the judgment to a minimum. But eventually some things just slip without them meaning to and that’s just what happened.
You followed one of the crew through the building in order to get to one of the filming rooms.
Once you arrived you were handed a glass of water and got another five minutes before you started shooting.
‘Sebastian,’ you walked over to him.
He smiled once he saw you and sent the assistants away, thanking them for the touch ups.
‘I just want to remind you that I’m not ready to reveal our relationship…’
Sebastian glanced around the room before placing his hands onto your shoulder. ‘I won’t say anything.’
You smiled up at him before taking a sip of your water.
‘Okay everyone in position please!’ you heard one of the ladies shout.
You gave one last smile before walking to the two chairs propped in front of the cameras and took your seat. You adjusted yourself before hearing the final ‘Rolling.’
‘Hello and welcome back to ‘Starry Celebs’. I’m here with the stars of the upcoming movie ‘When the Stars and Hearts align, Y/N Y/L/N and Sebastian Stan.’ the reporter cheered.
You quickly waved into the camera before greeting him.
‘So tell me, how are you two? Feeling good.?’
‘I’m feeling great.’ you answered honestly. ‘I’m so proud of this project we’ve been working on for three years,’you glanced at Sebastian to confirm. ‘Yes, three years, and I can’t believe in drops in cinemas two weeks from now.’
‘This is going to be a Hollywood Blockbuster, and you’re so young. Tell me, how does it feel?’
‘Honestly it’s incredible and I’m extremely grateful. I was only 20 in this movie and I have no one to thank but Sebastian who recommended me to the Director ‘John Bayr’ and of course the casting director who took the chance with me.’
‘You were only part of TV shows and movies with very small roles. How was this different from working on this main character?’
‘Very different. When you’re a minor role you tend to not form any type of relationship with anyone in the crew or cast since they’re all concentrated on the main actors and actresses, which is understandable. You also don’t carry as much responsibility.’ you smiled at the interviewer, seeing him bean in satisfaction.
The interviewer continued to ask for Sebastian and you. Neither one of you have even acted like you were dating or very close, which was the goal.
‘I’d like to know about behind the scenes. It seems like you two get along very well,’
Your breath hitched as he continued.
‘Did you have lots of time to get to know each other, or was it an instant connection?’
You visibly looked nervous so Sebastian jumped in.
‘I think we're just lucky to have well fitting personalities and interests, in order to get along so well. We met in Civil War but only briefly talked, so when she arrived on set we got talking very fast since our past connection, isn’t that right Babe?’
Sebastian dragged out the ‘Babe’ and went quiet, hiding his face. Your eyes widened in shock alongside your mouth and you froze.
‘Babe? the interviewer repeated. ‘Are you dating?’
Both of you stayed quiet.
‘This interview is over! Y/N, Sebastian, let’s go.’ your manager demanded.
Both of you stood up, said your goodbyes and thank yous, before walking the same way out of the building . The walk to the car was quiet, same goes for the car ride. Both of you sat in utter silence except the occasional cough. The car driver dropped you off at Sebastian’s place.
Sebastian opened the door and before he could close it you had enough.
‘Why the hell did you say that?’ the anger slipped into your tone.
‘I was caught up in the moment, I wasn’t thinking straight.’
‘That’s obvious,’ you rolled your eyes.
‘Look, I’m sorry okay?’ He tried to calm you down. ‘I’m sure it would’ve been revealed soon…’
‘I wanted it to be revealed how we would’ve planned to, not some stupid interview.’ you walked towards the bedroom, trying to get to bed fast.
‘I know and I’m sorry.’
You sighed plopping down onto the bed.
‘I’m going to take a shower and leave you to yourself.’ he half-smiled before disappearing into the bathroom.
You clutched your phone and turned on your bed, trying to find a comfy position. You unlocked your phone and your fingers felt compelled to open every single SNS app.
‘Isn’t she like 11 years younger than him??’
‘She’s so young.’
‘He’ll get bored soon enough.’
‘We don’t even know if they’re actually dating, but if they are I’m disgusted.’
‘Ewww.’
You spent the next 10 minutes scrolling through every social network and every possible headline you could find. You knew people weren’t going to be happy but you didn’t expect them to be this harsh. Tears started to form and fell down your cheeks, reaching your neck soon after. The water from the bathroom stopped and Sebastian stepped out of the door dressed in a fresh pair of pyjamas. You quickly wiped away your tears and shifted from the bed, heading straight for the bathroom door.
‘Hey,’ Sebastian grabbed your wrist softly, pulling your figure towards. ‘Have you been crying? I knew I shouldn’t have said it and I’m so sorry, I hate to see yo-‘
‘It’s not that.’ you laughed despite being in pain.
‘You know you can tell me right? I will always listen.’
‘It’s the internet,’ you confessed. ‘Seems like word already got out and let’s just say that not everyone’s a fan of us.’
‘You know I love you right?’
You nodded.
‘Whatever or whoever is controlling the universe brought us together,’ He reassured you by holding your face in his hands. ‘Our hearts aligned.’
You let out a lighthearted laugh as you tried to recollect yourself.
‘No one will ever tear us apart, okay? No one.’
He pulled you in for a kiss that made your mind go blank. He made you forget all the nasty things that were being said on the internet. And maybe he was right. You were meant to be together, because your hearts aligned in the most magical way there is and nothing could force you apart.
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babyboibucky · 3 years
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Project V: Striped Pajamas
Pairing: College!Bucky x Fem!Reader
Summary: You ask Bucky to come over for more than just cuddles.
Word Count: 1.2k
Warnings: Soft!College!Bucky is a warning okay, but there’s still dumbassery in this, thigh riding sksksks
A/N: OKAY LET’S DO THIS AGAIN, SHALL WE??? (I accidentally posted this while formatting it earlier ajncajcanjda) anyway this was based on my nsfw anon’s ask about a hot video and I can’t NOT write it okay. This isn’t the Project V piece I was supposed to work on tonight (I’m still at work now but when the inspo hits, gotta take advantage of that lmao) anyway yeah, whatever. Enjoy!!!
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wanda's out. come over, dumbass
okay 🥰
Bucky wasn't a track and field runner, but he might as well be with how he jumped out of his bed and sprinted from his dorm to yours. The distance of your dorm was around fifteen minutes but Bucky made it there in more or less eight minutes.
You rarely asked him to come over and whenever you did, it was either you were needy or horny. Or both. The combination of those moods was Bucky's favorite because it's like a once in a blue moon event.
And he wouldn't miss it for the world.
Your all-female dorm was stricter, which was why you were almost always staying over at Bucky's. But your best friend was charming, despite being a fucking dumbass. He's become friends with the RAs of your dorm and managed to charm the dorm receptionist lady into letting him visit you event at night, saying that your mom trusted him to always check in on you.
When you opened the door, Bucky was surprised but delighted when you immediately latched onto him like a koala. He chuckled and held onto your ass as he carried you into the room, sitting down on your chair.
You were in your typical hoodie and cotton shorts combo while Bucky was in a white shirt and some striped pajamas. Bucky smiled widely when you pressed your nose into his neck, taking in his scent before letting out a relaxed sigh.
Oh, Bucky guessed you were just needy and wanted some cuddles.
But then you adjusted yourself onto Bucky's lap and straddled his thigh instead. Soft whines escaped your lips when you started grinding your hips down on Bucky's thigh, the friction of both the fabrics of your clothes preventing you from getting some sort of relief.
Oh. Ohhhh. You were horny too. Fuck yes, Bucky thought to himself as his hands slid down from your waist to your ass.
"This why you asked me to come over?" Bucky cooed, as he pressed his lips on the crown of your head.
You nodded in response as you further nuzzled your face into Bucky's neck before your pressed an open-mouthed kiss against his skin, making him hiss.
"Don't make fun of me." you warned, straightening up to look at Bucky while keeping your arms wrapped around his shoulders.
Bucky scoffed, "I never made fun of you whenever you're in this particular mood." he defended before leaning forward to peck your lips.
"D'you wanna try riding my thigh?" he asked softly before kissing your lips again, deeper and longer this time.
Instead of responding, you got up and shimmied out of your shorts and underwear before quickly returning to your position on Bucky's thigh. His moan from feeling the dampness of your pussy soak through his pajamas was immediately muffled when you kissed him again.
"You're so fucking wet, what got you so clingy and horny?" Bucky chuckled as he looked down to see the wet patch on his pajamas, making his cock grow harder.
When he looked back up at you, you were glaring at him from the embarrassment. You refused to admit that you had a soft side to you which was only reserved for Bucky. Not even Steve nor Sam knew that you were capable of being so needy. Not even Wanda was aware of this.
Bucky laughed and pinched your cheek before tugging you to his chest, "It's okay, I like it. Go on, rub yourself on me and make yourself cum." he even encouraged, tightening his hug around your waist.
"What about you?" you murmured into his shirt, moving your hips again.
You elicited a tiny whimper at the first drag of your bare cunt against Bucky's clothed thigh, your hands grabbing at his shirt as you sped up your pace.
Bucky exhaled heavily, a hand coming down to caress one of your butt cheeks. "That can wait, want you to cum first." he breathed out.
"Feels good, Bucky..." you whined again, speeding up the movement of your hips against his thigh as you sat up straight, pressing your forehead against Bucky's chin as you chased your high.
Bucky kissed your forehead and grunted when he felt his thigh get wetter and wetter. He slightly pushed you back so he could slip his hands inside your hoodie, letting out a satisfied moan when he realized that you had nothing on inside. His fingers were quick to tug at your pebbled nipples, making you squeak in pleasure especially that the pierced one was now extra sensitive.
"Shit, I love it when you're in this mood. Might be my favorite mood of yours." Bucky groaned as he continued to fondle with your tits.
You whined, stilling your hips for a short while to push back your orgasm. "I fucking hate this mood." you huffed out with a frown.
Bucky grinned at you, moving his hands to cup your ass, guiding you to continue grinding down on him.
"No, you don't." he teased and kissed you.
"Shut up." you said before riding his thigh again, this time harder and faster than before.
Your moans sounded so wanton— hight-pitched and just plain needy. Bucky loved it, you rarely moaned like this and if he could whip out his phone to record this, he would. Maybe he actually should? He'll bring it up next time, but for now, he wanted you to cum on his thigh even if that meant ruining his pajama pants.
"You gonna cum?" Bucky asked, pressing light kisses all over your face.
You nodded, biting your lip as you looked down at Bucky with half-lidded eyes. Your brows furrowed against your forehead as you moved back and forth on Bucky's thigh, your wet cunt feeling the friction of the fabric with every movement. Bucky noticed how your breathing picked up, your grip on his shirt tightening as your moans continued to fly out of your mouth.
"'m close, Bucky. So close." you panted.
"I got you, gonna help you cum." Bucky murmured before placing his thumb against your clit, pressing down on it and rubbing it in hard circles.
You gasped at the additional sensation and let out a long, shaky moan when you finally came. Your entire body stilled, your toes curled and your eyes snapped shut as you reveled in the orgasm that washed over your entire body.
Bucky cursed when he felt a gush of wetness further soak his pajamas, your juices quickly spreading across the cloth. You let yourself fall against Bucky's chest as you caught your breath while his hand rubbed your back, soothing you and relaxing you.
"You good?" he asked.
You nodded, smiling against the fabric of his shirt. "Better now." you said before reaching down to palm his bulge.
Before you could slip your hand inside his pajamas, Bucky had taken your wrist and pressed a kiss against your palm.
"Nah, we can just stay like this for a while." he said.
The silence was comfortable and calming as you stayed on top of Bucky. And then you felt his entire body stiffen before he had to ruin the peaceful moment.
"Fuck, I forgot that these pajamas are Steve's."
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dragon-kazansky · 3 years
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Shy smiles | Helmut Zemo
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Honestly, he was utterly in love with everything about you. You were so different to everyone else he knew. Much more shy. It was rather sweet actually.
It was obvious from the beginning. You found it hard to hold eye contact with him, became flustered when he approached you. He didn't push it though. Zemo was a gentleman, he wasn't going to put you into a situation you clearly weren't comfortable in. He introduced himself and let you be.
He could see you relax after he left. He smiled.
Zemo kept an eye on you. This job was going to require a lot meeting people and probably being shot at. The least he could do was make sure you didn't do anything you weren't happy doing.
You seemed to notice he was keeping an eye on you. He caught your shy glances, smirking everytime you saw him looking. You would turn away so quickly, looking embarrassed.
Though you were a little more comfortable in the company of Sam and Bucky, you still kept to yourself, and Zemo respected that.
When things got a bit rocky in Madripoor, Zemo came over to you.
"Stay close to me."
You nodded. You followed his lead, even followed him when he broke off from Sam and Bucky. That caught him by surprise. Still, he looked after you.
You weren't all that comfortable with going into Sharon's club. Zemo heard you tell Bucky you were staying behind. Out of ear shot, he pulled Bucky to the side.
"You go, I'll stay with Y/N."
Bucky was hesitant to allow that, but he also didn't want you to be alone here. He looked at the way Zemo was looking back at the apartment.
"Alright, but if you try anything, I'm punching you with my metal arm, got it?"
Zemo nodded, chuckling as he did. Bucky left him to join up with Sam. Zemo went back into the apartment.
You were sitting on the couch, legs tucked under you. You had a notepad out, doodling in it.
Zemo sat down in the empty space beside you. The movement startled you as you didn't see him come over. You assumed he had gone down to the party below.
"I apologise for scaring you."
You offered him a small smile. "It's fine."
"What are you drawing?" He nods at your book.
You hold it up so he can see what you were doing. The page was full of little doodles. A cartoon cat, a little flower, a little doodle of Bucky which made him chuckle.
"You're quite the little artist."
"Not really." You give a shrug and start doodling something else.
"You did quite well today."
You bite the inside of your cheek and glance very quickly at him.
"I just followed you."
"Still, you handled yourself quite well. I don't remember you from before, are you new to their group?"
"Kind of. I've known Sam a while. I kind of know who you are."
"Kind of?"
Zemo was beyond thrilled you were talking to him. You were focusing on your drawing, but at least you were talking to him.
"I heard about you. What you did."
"I see."
"I wasn't there when Sokovia fell. I saw it on the news. I'm sorry for your loss," you glanced at him again.
"Thank you."
He was still looking at you. You looked back down at your book again quickly. You moved your legs and got a bit more comfortable, shifting closer to Zemo, but not on purpose.
"Do you like it?" You showed him your book.
Zemo chuckles.
"Is that me?"
"Supposed to be."
A little cartoon Zemo, coat and all, was staring back at him. You were very good.
"I like it."
You smiled and put the book down. You took a deep breath, trying to summon some courage to look at him longer than 2 seconds. He was a very handsome man, you couldn't deny that. He made you feel a lot more shy than usual.
Having a crush on this man probably wasn't your wisest move, but you couldn't exactly take it back now.
You looked at him. He was still looking at you.
"You're really smart."
You cursed yourself for saying that. You felt so awkward and out of place. You really wanted to talk to him, but you just sounded silly.
"Thank you."
"I mean, it wasn't exactly cool what you did, splitting up the Avengers, but at the same time, you didn't even fight them, you got them to fight each other. That's insane!" You can't stop the words from tumbling out.
Zemo leans back against the sofa and smiles at you.
"You sound impressed."
"I kind of am, but also not."
"I don't blame you."
You bite your cheek again, wondering what else to say to him. You felt proud that you had managed to say most if that, but now you were in a predicament again.
Your could feel your heart racing.
It was as if, all of a sudden, you realised just how close you were to him now. You could smell his aftershave, hear his slight breaths, almost feel how close his hand was to your knee.
Your cheeks felt hot again. You looked down at your lap. You could feel his eyes on you again.
Damn it.
Did he know he was affecting you this way? Did the Baron know he was super handsome and was making you feel flustered?
You felt him tuck some hair behind your ear.
He chuckled softly.
"You're quite cute when you're shy."
You let out a small little noise. You're not sure if he heard it or not, but you definitely made a noise.
His fingers went from your ear to your cheek. The touch was soft. He wasn't wearing his gloves so you could feel the warmth of his skin. He was being so gentle with you.
You resist leaning into his touch. If anything, you're to embarrassed to do anything but turn away.
Your hear him chuckle.
Zemo drops his hand and shifts a little so he's more comfortable. You chance a glance. He looks a lot more relaxed now. His eyes are still on you. He was always looking at you.
Your poor heart couldn't handle that.
"I might... just go to bed." You stand up and gather your book. Zemo doesn't move. His eyes follow you as shuffle out of the room.
You hear him chuckle again before you leave.
Zemo remains sitting there, relaxed, feeling happy you spoke more than a few words to him. He wasn't blind, he knew exactly what effect he had over you. He was flattered. You were sweet, lovely, talented. He would happily spoil you rotten if he could.
He heard shuffling. You had only been gone less than 10 minutes. He smiled.
You shuffled back into the room with a blanket. You seemed almost startled to see him, as if you didn't expect him to still be there.
"Are you coming in?" He asks.
"I uh..."
He waves you over. You walk slowly, eyes on him, but not on his face. You can't look into his eyes for long, even though you want to. You sit down next to him and drape the blanket over your legs.
"I thought you were going to bed."
"I was... but then you would be alone," you mutter, hoping he wouldn't actually hear you.
He did.
He smiles. One arm drapes around the back of the sofa where you're sitting. Though he's not touching you, you can feel the presence of his hand hanging near your head.
You're trying so hard not to touch him.
"I don't mind the company," he says, speaking so softly.
You relax a little.
The silence that settles is nice. You can't think of anything to say to him, and though you expected it to be awkward, it wasn't. All you can hear is his gentle breathing and the slight shuffle of his clothes when adjusts his seating position.
It becomes a little hard to keep your eyes open. Zemo can see you trying. He doesn't want you staying up for his sake. His arm lowers to drape around your shoulders and pull you into his side.
All of a sudden you're feeling wide awake. Your head is resting on his shoulder, his arm tucked around you. Your heart was going crazy, you wondered if he could hear it.
"Sleep."
You swallow thickly. How could you possibly sleep now?
Yet, you felt ever so comfortable against him. Zemo was being so nice to you, though this wasn't helping the silly little crush you had developed on the man. There was so much wrong with this scenario, but this would probably be the only chance you got to be like this with him. Closing your eyes, you tried your best to relax.
Zemo was over the moon when you finally fell asleep. This meant you trusted him, at least enough to keep you safe.
He closed his eyes.
That's how Sam and Bucky found you both when they came back later that night. You fast asleep against Zemo, who had also fallen asleep at some point. The sight was strange to say the least, and though Bucky wanted to move you, Sam told him to leave you.
Zemo wasn't going to do anything. Not to you. Especially since you've let him in. Sam knew this was s big deal, and he was proud, despite it being with Zemo, that you had reached out to another person.
An unlikely friendship indeed.
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We've read SamBucky meets Young Bucky and SamBucky meets Young Sam, now imagine Young Sam meets Young Bucky, that'll be legendary lmao
((Hey, anon! I hope this finds its way to you. I basically wrote this as crack. Hope you like it!))
***
“Buck?” Sam asked as he answered the phone. “You must be a mind reader because I was just about to call you. I have a big problem!”
“I have a big problem!”
Their same declaration surprised Sam, but Bucky’s problem couldn’t be as big as his, so he said as much, “I’m sure my problem is bigger than yours.”
“Yeah, don’t be so sure. Because I have an enormous problem.” Bucky huffed.
“Wait… Are we still talking about our problems?” Sam asked when he realized their conversation may have deviated to a very different route.
“Look, Sam, I don’t have time for this. You need to get to New York. Stat.” Bucky practically ordered, making Sam frown.
“I can’t,” Sam replied.
“What do you mean you can’t?” Bucky asked with an edge in his voice.
“I have a… house guest,” Sam replied as he turned around and looked at said guest, who was currently tied to the dining room chair. No, that’s not how Sam normally treated his guests, but this was an exception.
“A house guest? You are such a liar,” Bucky scoffed.
“You don’t have to believe me but it’s the truth.”
“Who is it?” Bucky asked.
“I can’t tell you that. You wouldn’t believe me if I did,” Sam replied and his own voice sounded nervous to him.
“Trust me, after what I’ve seen today, I’d believe in unicorns if you told me they existed,” said Bucky.
The line went quiet for a few seconds, and Sam wondered if Bucky had hung up. He had to admit; he was getting a little worried about his friend. “Bucky?”
“Fine, I’ll come to D.C. Give me a couple hours.” With that, Bucky hung up before Sam could say anything.
“Hello? Bucky?” Sam called out. “Dammit,” he mumbled under his breath.
Sam turned to his tied-up “house guest” and frowned at him. Said house guest was currently struggling in the chair. Sam walked over to the chair and slowly removed the duct tape from his mouth and the man glared at him.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” He yelled. “Free me right now!”
“Not until I figure out who--- what you are,” Sam replied.
“I am YOU!” the man replied. Well, he was more like a kid. “Isn’t that obvious?”
“How is that possible?” Sam asked, “You are clearly some kind of--- shapeshifter!”
“Shapeshifter? They don’t exist!” The kid scoffed. He then released a deep breath and said, “Look, I know this is crazy--”
“That’s an understatement”
The kid pointedly ignored him, “--BUT I think I somehow ended up in the future. I mean, look at you, you’re old.”
“Excuse you!” Sam balked.
“I mean, you’re older than me…”
“How are you so chill about this?”
“You’re freaking out enough for the both of us,” the kid replied.
***
It took Bucky a little more than a few hours to get there.
“Well, about damn ti--” Sam said, opening the door, but stopped mid-sentence when he saw Bucky wasn’t alone.
Sam’s jaw dropped open, and his eyes widened when he saw the person beside Bucky. “What the fuck?” Just like Sam, there was a younger version of Bucky standing right in front of him.
Young Bucky pushed Buck aside and got in front of him. “Hey there, doll. I’m James Buchanan Barnes, but you can me Bucky,” young Bucky introduced himself and held out his hand in front of him.
Dumbfounded, Sam took his hand and shook it, but young Bucky held his hand for a little longer than necessary, and then, much to Sam’s surprise, he kissed the top of his hand.
Behind him, Bucky let out a groan.
“Seriously? Do you flirt with everything on two legs?” Bucky asked, sounding exasperated.
“I don’t discriminate, Metal Man,” young Bucky replied
“Metal Man?” Sam raised an eyebrow
“He’s part Metal, part Man, so Metal Man,” young Bucky told him excitedly
“Wow, you really gave that a lot of thought,” Sam said sarcastically.
“Ha! I like y--” young Bucky stopped mid-sentence and his eyes widened almost comically like a cartoon character. “Whoa,” he blinked at something behind Sam, and then, much to Sam’s surprise, he hip-checked him out of the way and invited himself into his apartment.
Sam turned around to find young Bucky carefully approaching young Sam.
“I think I’m in love,” he announced.
“What is happening?” Bucky asked. “Is that--”
“Yep, that’s the younger version of me,” Sam replied, looking at the kid in his military uniform.
“Shit… what is happening here?” Bucky asked again. “Where did they come from?”
“Hell if I know,” Sam replied.
Young Bucky was now on one knee in front of young Sam and staring up at him.
Sam could only see his younger self, who was staring back at young Bucky like he had hung the moon for him. And he suddenly seemed to have forgotten that he was tied to a chair.
“Hi,” young Sam whispered.
“Hi,” young Bucky replied. “I’m James Buchanan Barnes, but you can call me Bucky." He introduced himself but this time there wasn’t any flirtatiousness in his voice.
“I’m Samuel Thomas Wilson, but you can call me Sam.”
“Sam,” young Bucky repeated the name like he was testing it out. “You’re beautiful, Sam.”
Young Sam shyly looked down and bit down on his lips. “You’re not too bad-looking yourself,” he said.
“Sweetheart, do you have a dame or a fella in your life?” He asked.
“Dame or fella?” Sam whispered to Bucky, who just stood there stoic, not saying a word.
“No, I’m single,” young Sam replied. “I mean, this one guy just asked me out, but I was plucked from my timeline and thrown here before I could go on said date.”
“Well, I thank whatever god is out there for that,” said young Bucky. “I would have been really heartbroken if you were taken.”
“Why?” young Sam asked and bit down on his bottom lip.
“Because I think I may be in love with you.”
“What?!” Sam screeched
“Excuse me?!” Bucky asked at the same time.
Both Sam and Bucky looked at each other and rolled their eyes before turning back to the two young versions of themselves.
“I think I might reciprocate those feelings,” young Sam replied, much to Sam’s surprise. He doesn’t remember being this naïve and a complete dumbass.
“Great, they’re in love,” Buck grumbled beside him.
“They’re not in love… they’re just dumb kids,” Sam huffed.
“Which asshole tied you up like this?” Young Bucky asked as he untied Sam
“Him,” young Sam nodded towards Sam.
Young Bucky turned around and glared at him. “How dare you tie up the love of my life?”
“The love of your life?” Sam almost choked.
“Yes, Sam here is the one I have been looking for my whole life.” Bucky took young Sam’s hands as he stood up from the chair and the two of them stared at each other with love and awe. And then they were kissing...
Sam wasn’t sure which one of them initiated the kiss, but soon they were all over each other, kissing like they were two drowning men, holding onto each other for dear life.
“And now they’re kissing,” Bucky commented beside him.
“Wow, thanks for the commentary, Buck. I, of course, can’t see for myself that they’re kissing,” Sam scoffed.
“What do we do about them?” Bucky asked, clearing his throat.
The longer they kissed, the more awkward Sam felt, standing next to his best friend, who he most definitely didn’t want to kiss.
The two kids pulled apart from the kiss, but stayed close to each other and giggled like a couple of schoolgirls. They were whispering something to each other that Sam couldn’t hear.
“Have you ever thought about--” Sam didn’t finish his thought.
“About kissing you?” Bucky finished it for him. “Yes, I have.”
“Then why didn’t you?” Sam asked.
“Didn’t want you to kick my ass,” Bucky replied.
That made Sam chuckle. “I wouldn’t have kicked your ass. Not for that, anyway.”
Soon Bucky’s metal hand found its way to Sam’s, and he took it and intertwined their fingers.
Young Bucky and young Sam were kissing again and Sam suddenly had the urge to kiss his own Bucky. Their young versions soon pulled away and took each other’s hands before coming over to Sam and Bucky.
“We have decided that Sam is coming with me back to my timeline,” young Bucky informed them.
“Uh no, he’s not,” Sam replied. “You don’t exactly come from a tolerant time.”
“I have to agree with Sam,” Bucky chimed in.
“Fine! Then Bucky is coming with me,” young Sam huffed.
“He can’t,” Bucky told him. “He’s not from this universe.”
“What?!” Sam asked.
“He comes from a universe where Peggy Carter became the Captain, not Steve.”
“What the hell?” Sam blinked at young Bucky. A person from a whole other universe. That was crazier than his younger self coming here from the past.
“Wait, you’re friends with Captain America? You’re that Bucky Barnes?!” Young Sam asked, surprised.
“No, that’s him,” Sam said, pointing at his Bucky.
Young Sam completely ignored him and grinned at Bucky. “That’s the coolest thing ever. My boyfriend is a famous historical figure.”
“Your boyfriend?” Bucky, Sam’s Bucky, choked.
And then young Sam and young Bucky were kissing again.
“Wait till he finds out that you’re Captain America,” Bucky chuckled.
Sam glared at him in return. “We’re not telling them anything. We don’t know what the repercussions will be!”
Young Sam and young Bucky were so lost in each other that they didn’t even hear Sam and Bucky talking about them. The young ones finally pulled apart to catch a breath.
“I’m not going anywhere without him,” young Sam adamantly told him and took young Bucky’s hand again.
“I’m not going anywhere without him either,” added young Bucky. “I believe I was sent here to meet the love of my life.”
“He is not the love of your life,” Sam sighed. “You’re kids. How old are you again?”
“I’m 20!” Young Bucky replied.
“I’m 18,” said young Sam. “We’re not kids.”
“Metal Man and Not Sam--”
“Hey! I am Sam.” Sam glared at him.
Young Bucky smirked “Metal Man and Not Sam, you are going to figure out how to keep us together.”
“What?” Bucky and Sam asked at the same time.
“You’re gonna figure out a way to keep us together because if you don’t then we’ll just stay here and mess up your timeline,” young Sam added.
“This is a nightmare. This cannot be real,” Sam said, horrified.
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angelyuji · 3 years
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hi!! if you don’t mind could you maybe do something for yandere bucky barnes? preferably with an innocent reader but it’s totally up to you!! thank you so much💕
hii!! omg of course ill make something for my lovely winter soldier! i haven’t written many bucky stuff before so forgive me if this is kinda bad but thank you for requesting <3
tw // stalking, kidnapping, name-calling, yandere behavior, violence, mentions of physical abuse, swearing
·         seeing you for the first time was like ray of sunshine on Mr. James Buchanan Barnes
·         he probably saw you at one of the new coffee shops he’s visiting with steve
·         he saw you interacting with different customers and your co-workers and he felt the strong need to gather you into his arms and keep you safe from everyone
·         bucky’s not much of a kidnapper or a violent person (he’s been surrounded by violence all his life and he didn’t want any of it so he doesn’t seem like the type to kidnap you)
·         unless he’s forced to…
·         but he is delusional, so in his mind you’re innocent and clean and no one was worthy to be around you
·         he doesn’t feel he deserves to get close to you either so he doesn’t try to get close to you either
·         he just watches over you like a stalker guardian angel and makes sure you stay safe
·         so when he has to leave for a mission, he’s worried and stressed over you the entire time
·         and when he gets back and checks on you, he sees you holding hands with someone else
·         -what-
·         and all of a sudden, rage takes over
·         don’t worry, he’s not angry at you. he’s angry at the asshole who thinks that they can have you and ruin you
·         he’s angry at the person who thinks they can steal you away from him
·         bucky knows for a fact that this person is using you, no matter how you laugh and smile and hold hands with your new partner, he knows this asshole is using you for your innocence
·         so he has to keep you away from them
·         “you’re awake.” you open your eyes and look around you. the last thing you remember is walking back home after your date and everything else is blank. you’re in a bedroom of some kind, but you’re not tied down. the man in front of you sits and watches as you take everything in.
·         “w-whats going on? who are you?” your voice gets louder and the man flinches. he reaches over at you and you hurry away from him.
·         he frowns, “i’m james. you’re safe here, don’t worry.” he gives you a small smile before getting up and moving towards a pitcher on the dresser near the window. you watch and see metal fingers grasp the cup as he pours water.
·         “safe? how am I safe? who are you? why’d you kidnap me?” you get louder as you start crying. james turns to you and rushes over. he pulls you into him and you immediately start fighting him.
·         “shush, doll, don’t cry. i’m here. no one will hurt you.” he pets your hair as you try to fight the man off.
·         “GET OFF ME, YOU PSYCHO!” you sob as you push away from him. james lets you go and lets you scramble to the head of the bed. he sighs.
·         “i know you have to get used to everything, but you can’t leave yet. I’m sorry, doll. I can’t let you get used and hurt like me- like how women are usually treated…” james gets up, flustered and downs the entire cup of water before realizing that you didn’t drink any. blushing, he gets up again to get you water. you use that opportunity to jump up and sprint towards the door and yank open the door. you hear the cup shatter and water splashing as you sprint out the door. one moment you’re sprinting down a hallway and the next, you’re slammed onto the floor as your kidnapper grabs you.
·         james throws you over his shoulder as you continue to fight against him. he takes you back to the room and throws you on the bed, “what are you doing?” you hear his voice crack. he pulls you up and shakes you by your shoulders, “I’M JUST TRYING TO PROTECT YOU. PL-please, why aren’t you understanding?” james starts to cry as he bury’s head in your lap. you freeze in fear.
·         “why do you keep fighting me?”
·         unless he has to punish you, he won’t hurt you. he doesn’t like hurting the person he loves most in the world.
·         he likes you calling him james and not bucky, it feels more intimate and close
·         he loves you to the moon and back
·         so he just wants you to love him back, even if it is a little
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so that was a lot…i got really into it ngl…anyway i do write for stucky x reader and cherik x reader in case anyone wanted to…yk ;) anyway, hope you enjoyed anon and thanks for requesting
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bulkyphrase · 2 years
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Howard Stark: a fic rec list
Howard is one of my favorite MCU side characters, so I thought I'd put together a list of some of his best depictions in fanfiction.
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If you've got a favorite Howard Stark story let me know because I'm always looking for more.
The Drinks are on Steve by AnonEhouse (Gen, General, 676 words)
Summary: Why can't Captain America get drunk? Howard wants to know. He is after all, a scientist.
woof by Anonymous (Gen, Not Rated, 5,085 words)
Note: This story is so fucking cute
Summary: For a prompt on the avengers kinkmeme: "...something different happens when Steve gets Dr Erskine's serum plus the Vita ray treatment... Steve does get taller and stronger, but when the first full moon hits, he turns into a big friendly looking dog. Yes, he's a weredog, not a werewolf."
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Trophy Father by blakefancier (Steve/Howard, General, 5,648 words)
Summary: Howard wakes up in a strange place and no matter how hard he tries, he can't figure out what's going on.
Holding On (And Letting Go) by lazywriter7 (Gen, Teen, 3,723 words) tumblr: @lazywriter7
Summary: “Steve would have appreciated it.”
“Well, too bad he’s dead then.”
“You know you don’t believe that. You never have.”
“Yeah, well.” Howard turns back to his bottle. Maybe she’ll be nicer to him. “Apparently rapidly soaring hopes, followed by their unceremonious shattering, serve as extenuating circumstances.”
Peggy remains undeterred. “You still saved a Howling Commando.”
The curve of Howard’s lips against his glass is a bitter one. “Not the right one.”
Or, the fic in which Howard Stark and Bucky Barnes go for a not entirely consensual vacation.
cascades. by orange_crushed (Bucky/Steve, Mature, 152,138 words)
Note: Howard is not a huge part of this story, but his characterization is beautiful.
Summary: “Holy shit,” Howard says, crackling through the speakers. “You alive in there?” Lying is a sin, of course, but Steve’s not sure what else he can do. He’s already lied to the government and Bucky and God Almighty; and himself, himself most of all. He ought to tell the truth. That he’s not quite what they hoped for. That perhaps they should put him back into the ocean.
“Probably,” he says, instead, listening to Howard’s tinny laughter; and waits for the blast doors to unlock.
Also available as an amazing podfic read by quietnight (@quietnighty)
Midnight Oil by Takada_Saiko (Gen, Teen, 4,493 words) tumblr: @takadasaiko
Note: The other stories in this series are also great
Summary: "Stark took a swing at him right there in front of his men. You'd think a guy as smart as Stark wouldn't hit someone twice his size." - Agent Carter 1.05
Steve and the Howling Commandos are called in to come collect their pilot after Howard lands himself in some trouble over a stolen invention.
Second Chances by Takada_Saiko (Tony/Pepper, Steve/Peggy, Teen, 83,778 words) tumblr: @takadasaiko
Summary: Steve has every intention of returning the Infinity Stones to their correct place in the timeline and heading back to his own. His problems start when he makes an impulse decision to jump over to 1946 and Peggy decides to go back home with him. It only gets more complicated from there when Howard tags along with them to 2024 and suddenly Tony and Pepper have a surprise guest in their lakeside cabin.
The Scientific Method by Zelos (Gen, Teen, 5,406 words)
Summary: Written for a prompt on Avengerkink:
I read a fic the other day that mentioned how they know that Captain America's metabolism is 4 times faster, that he is 800% more resistant to drugs, etc etc. I want a fic that explores how they know that. It's up to anon whether to set it in the 1940s or the present, but I'd love to see Steve being experimented on, how long he can run, how he reacts to different drugs and poisons, how long he can go without food, etc.
“I am not experimenting on Rogers, you wretched bastard,” Howard snarled back. “He's a good man, a soldier, not a lab rat.”
“The man volunteered to be part of an experimental procedure, Stark, so in that sense he already is a lab rat.”
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Work Song | B.B.
Request: Have you ever heard work song by hozier? It gives me such bucky vibes 🥺 like imagine him waking up from a nightmare & singing it to calm him down
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 2.05k (this was supposed to be a drabble but I got carried away lol)
Warnings: Slight angst, fluff, bad singing (unless you can actually sing), Bucky being a big softy
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Notes: Anon you need to name yourself cause you obviously have good taste in music and I kinda want some moots on here. This song is so perfect for Bucky. I truly appreciate the suggestion, it gives me inspiration of what to write while procrastinating on works in progress <3
You were awoken when the sheets and comforter were yanked off of you, shocking you awake with the chill of the night air. You squinted your eyes open only to be faced with Bucky’s back as he was sat up in bed. You could see by the rhythmic curling of his spine that he was breathing fast and heavy, prompting you to sit up with him.
“Baby,” you groaned as you stretched your back and faced him, “you alright?”
His eyes stared forward, expressionless, until he snapped out of it and looked at you with a worried face. It was almost as if Bucky hadn’t even noticed you had sat up until he heard your voice. You wanted to kiss in between his eyebrows to smooth the lines that the furrow of them had formed. You leaned towards him and laid your hand on his back, feeling the expansion and deflation of his breathing, it had calmed a bit but you could feel the still rapid beating of his heart. He opened his mouth for a second, hesitating before releasing a breath and answering.
“Yeah, yeah. I’m okay. Sorry I woke you up. There's still a couple hours left before you have to get up, lay back down.” He said, motioning with his head towards your pillow. You simply shook your head and dragged your hand from his back up to his neck and around to his cheek. He leaned his head into your cupped palm, closing his eyes at the comfort your touch gave him.
“Can we cuddle then?” You asked, more for him than you. It was an unspoken declaration in the air of “you’re a terrible liar,” but by now in your relationship, Bucky knew that if he wanted to talk about his nightmares, you were always there and ready to listen. If he didn’t want to talk then you could at least try to get him back to sleep or calm his nerves.
He answered you with a nod. You grabbed his pillow and stacked it on top of your own, giving you a cushion to comfortably lay down with your back slightly elevated. He understood what to do and without hesitation crawled over to you and wrapped his arms around your torso, laying halfway on top of you and resting his cheek on the top of your breast, right over your heart. Both your bodies shifted a few times until they found the perfect interlock with each other, sinking down into the bed.
“Do you remember that song I showed you the other day, the one you said you really liked?” You didn’t know where you were trying to go with this conversation, but you figured that getting him sleepy again would be hard, so talking about whatever came to your head might help put him down. Bucky could feel the vibrations of your voice all throughout your chest. He wished in that moment that the two of you could stay like this forever, that he could feel your sweet voice like this for the rest of his life.
“The “take me to church” one?”
“Yeah, that one. The dude who sings that has another song I really love, it makes me think of you whenever I hear it.”
“What’s it called?” He mumbled weakly. You gave him a squeeze and continued.
“Work Song.”
“Hmm,” Bucky hummed against your chest, waiting a moment before speaking, “could you sing it for me, doll?”
“If you want, but I can’t promise it’ll sound pretty,” you answered with a breathy chuckle. You wanted to comfort Bucky, but you definitely weren’t a singer. It was difficult enough to be in tune with songs, you weren’t sure you could even manage with half his body resting on you.
“It doesn’t have to sound pretty, if you sing it it’ll be perfect. Please?”
It took Bucky a long time to be okay with asking for things and accepting that receiving favors didn’t equate to weakness. You knew that him asking you to do this for him was hard and you weren’t going to let him down.
“Alright.” You cleared your throat and breathed in before exhaling quickly, cutting the words out of your mouth as your brain tried to think of how the song goes.
“Well, it starts with a low piano note and this soft clap, and there's a harmony that goes ‘hmmm, hmm mmm’ and then another clap and ‘hmm mmm’,” you explained, emphasizing every clap with a light tap if your hand on his back. You looked down at him and lifted your other hand, weaving yo fingers through his hair to gently move back and forth over his scalp. You looked back up to the ceiling with your eyes open, imagining how the stars would look if the roof was gone.
“And that part goes on for a bit…” you said into the silence of the room. As you explained, Bucky had shifted his head to rest the underside of his chin flush against your chest and looked up at you. Due to the way your face looked up he couldn’t see it completely, but he could see how the light of the moon pouring into the room cast a glow across your cheekbones and jaw. He watched as you fumbled through the intro, trying to explain to him how the different sounds come together, and he swore you had never looked more beautiful.
He drank in the way the hums of the song rattled under his chin, how you would pause for a few moments trying to think of what came next in the song. He felt your heartbeat against his throat and the rise and fall of your chest with every breath you would take before letting out another hum. He was right, you could be singing any song and it would be perfect.
“And then he starts singing, he goes,” you took in a breath before singing.
“‘Boys, workin' on empty
Is that the kinda way to face the burning heat?
I just think about my baby
I'm so full of love I could barely eat’
“‘There's nothin' sweeter than my baby
I'd never want once from the cherry tree
'Cause my baby's sweet as can be
She give me toothaches just from kissin' me’.”
He noted how the corners of your mouth tilted upward at that last line. You weren’t singing it exactly as the song went, the melody was a bit off and the pitch was much lower than it was supposed to be, but Bucky felt like every word you sang floated out into the world, carrying its refreshing life and coolness into his soul.
“And then there's this really deep bass note that hits and then the chorus goes,
“‘When, my, time comes around
Lay me gently in the cold dark earth
No grave can hold my body down
I'll crawl home to her’.”
Bucky thought of how he always seemed to crawl back to you. For once, he didn’t feel guilty for his presence in your life. He relished in the feeling of having you under him, in the knowledge that of all the people in the world, you would let him crawl home to you. If he had to crawl to someone, he would thank any and all higher powers that it was you.
“And then the song gets lighters and the hums come back,” you mumbled.
“‘Boys, when my baby found me
I was three days on a drunken sin
I woke with her walls around me
Nothin' in her room but an empty crib’
“‘And I was burning up a fever
I didn't care much how long I lived
But I swear, I thought I dreamed her
She never asked me once about the wrong I did’.”
Memories swirled around in Bucky’s head of all the times he felt like ending it all. He knew he was perfectly capable of doing it, but there was always a stubborn sliver of hope splintered in his head that prevented him from going through with anything. He didn’t like to think back to those times, but hearing the words leave your lips made it clear to him that you were the sliver of hope, some force of the universe had kept him around long enough to reach you and hold on. He closed his eyes and listened as you gently worked through the chorus twice more.
“‘My babe would never fret none
About what my hands and my body done
If the Lord don't forgive me
I'd still have my baby and my babe would have me’.”
Bucky’s brows furrowed as he thought of how unconditionally you cared for him. You weren’t blind to the troubles that came with loving someone like him, with accepting what he did and offering him sanctuary from himself. He didn’t know if he would ever be sure of the idea that he deserved love, but he was okay with being selfish if it meant having you by his side.
“‘When I was kissin' on my baby
And she'd put her love down, soft and sweet
In the low lamp light, I was free
Heaven and hell were words to me’.”
Tears had started to well in Bucky’s eyes. He looked up once again at your face, delicately bathed in moonlight, and thought of how he looked in the light, how you both looked together in the light. If you looked so beautiful and lovely, maybe he could too. He didn't feel exposed or ugly, he felt safe, he felt free. He was overwhelmed with emotion. His heart was pounding and he was choked up, he had never felt as completely and dramatically in love with you as he did in that moment.
You wrapped up the song, carrying it out with the same hums and claps that brought it in. Looking down, you saw Bucky’s face buried in the space between your breasts and could hear a sharp intake of breath, indicating that he was crying. You ran your hand that had been tapping his back up and down his spine. You took your hand from his hair and used it to push his disheveled hair out of his eyes and off his forehead, causing him to look up at you.
To Bucky, you looked like an angel. You both laid in silence, looking into each other's eyes, while Bucky simply hugged you closer and let his tears fall freely. You leaned down and placed a few gentle kisses on his forehead. He finally settled his breathing and sniffled a few times before speaking, he was ready to talk.
“I’ve killed enough people,” he sniffled before continuing, his voice croaky, “I’ve killed enough people to give me nightmares for the rest of my life.” He sighed and closed his eyes, feeling too shameful to keep looking at you.
You sank down lower in the sheets and tightened your hold on him, bringing his face and body up and closer to you.
“I’m so sorry, Buck. I wish there was more I could do.” You finally let go of the few tears building in your eyes, letting them roll down your cheeks to the corner of your lips.
“You’re here. You love me. That’s all I need,” he let out with a sob. You nodded your head and tugged on his body, signaling to him to come up.
He shifted himself higher in the bed, his face coming parallel to yours. You snaked your hand around his neck and craned him to look into your eyes. You observed the glassiness of them and how it accentuated the bright blueness within them. You thought of how, even when he was sobbing, he looked more beautiful than ever.
“I love you so much, y/n” he whispered with shaky breaths.
“I love you too, Buck, more than anything.”
You pulled him completely into you, your swollen lips gliding against one another, mixing your salty tears. You brought your hands to the sides of his face, rubbing your thumbs over his cheekbones, feeling how beautiful he was even with your eyes closed. You both pulled back slowly, only far enough to rest your foreheads together.
“I love you.”
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bitchassbucky · 3 years
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Highway 63 (Almost-there 2K writing challenge)
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On a dusty stretch of highway that connects two cities, a few aged establishments have made themselves part of the land. They say that some days you wouldn’t find anything but boarded-up buildings and old “Do Not Trespass” signs but there will be nights where people find themselves mingling with the patrons. You have to visit on a warm summer night, though. When the moon is shining and the air is light.
There, you would find a Bar that attracts all kinds of people—city folks, locals, people who wanted to disappear amongst the crowd of faces. The building reeks of cigarette smoke and cheap liquor and yet they see groups of people coming in and out, trying to grab a fix of their favorite sin.
Weary travelers often find themselves checking into the Motel, just a few hundred steps away from the infamous Bar. Some rooms are occupied, some things go bump in the night. It makes a decent stopover rather than sleeping in your car.
Patrons love to rave about the Diner near the Motel. The food tastes like home! they say. The booths are aged and yellow, the buzzing overhead lights are dusty and yet it feels familiar—even if it was your first time here.
Venturing further down the road, you’ll find a dilapidated barn. Nature is on its way reclaiming rotten wood posts and rickety doors. Rumors of ghost and unfriendly souls keeps the walls intact; the rusted tractor sits idle on the side.
If you’re lucky, you’ll find yourself driving down the stretch—catching glimpse of faces you’d never see again. The Motel would’ve had its no vacancy sign up, the Bar would be full of people dancing, the beats spilling onto the street. The Diner would’ve been serving pancakes, chicken, and waffles. Pass by the Barn, maybe you’ll see the vines crawling and waving onto the posts.
If you’re luckier, a postcard would be stuck on your windshield, “Welcome to Highway 63!” it would say. Would you take it as an invitation?
Welcome to Bitchassbucky’s almost-there 2K writing challenge! With my blog turning 3 years old this June, I just want to say thank you to everyone who has been there since day one. I made lots of friends throughout the years, I even found a bunch of people that I would call my family too.
I’ve decided to take a little break from writing, just until I can find my traction again. Don’t worry, I will be coming back! Hopefully, a better writer.
Anyway, I just really want to thank you for the laughs, for the ugly cries, for the rage, for the keysmashes, and everything in between. You’re always in my heart.
Enough sentiments, let’s get down to business.
Guidelines:
🟪 MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. You are responsible for your own media consumption. We don’t exist to babysit you.
🟪 Send me an ask (with your @ if you’re on anon) with the prompt you’d like to take.
🟪 All stories should take place in the Bar, the Motel, the Diner, the Barn, or along the road. Welcome to Highway 63.
🟪 No minimum word count! If your entry goes beyond 500 words, please use the read more tool. All forms of content is welcome: moodboards, playlists, drabbles, one-shots, series, headcanons, etc. are counted as a valid entry.
🟪 To send an entry, mention me @bitchassbucky and @bitchassbucky-afterdark and use the Welcome to Highway 63 tag.
🟪 Marvel/MCU characters are very much preferred. Let me know if you want to write for another character.
🟪 Maximum of two people can take a prompt.
🟪 Warnings, warnings, warnings. Tag your fics appropriately. Dark (noncon, dubcon, etc.) fics are very much welcomed, just tag it. No cross-tagging too.
🟪 NO DEADLINE, we all hate deadlines. KEEP IT COMIN’, FOLKS.
🟪 Hard no-no’s: bathroom play, blood-incest, underage pairings.
🟪 No RPFs (Real Person Fics). Reader inserts or character/character only. OCs are welcomed!
🟪 Let’s keep all entries inclusive, please!
🟪 DO NOT REPOST WORKS OF OTHER PEOPLE.
Prompts under the cut!
Song prompts
You're Gonna Go Far, Kid by The Offspring
Bad To The Bone by George Thorogood
Don't Stop Me Now by Queen
Girls on Film by Duran Duran ( @belladonnabarnes )
Highway to Hell by AC/DC
Precious Love by James Morrison
Sugar for the Pill by Slowdive
Everybody Talks by Neon Trees ( @blackberrybucky for Bucky)
The Boy from NYC by The Ad Libs
Knock On Wood by Amii Stewart
How Sweet It Is (To Be Loved By You) by Marvin Gaye ( @buckyblues for Bucky)
MONTERO (Call Me By My Name) by Lil Nas X
Streets by Doja Cat (@luxeavenger)
Tokyo Love Hotel by Rina Sawayama
Lover Boy by Phum Viphurit
Nobody by Mitski
Take Me To Church by MILCK
Curious by Hayley Kiyoko
Line prompts
"Are you sure we're supposed to be here?" // "Are we even allowed in here?" ( @vibraniumqueen for Bucky)
"The GPS fucked up, didn't it?" ( @phant0m-queen for Bucky) ( @uncensored-steve-the-platypus for Steve)
"Drive slower!"
"Not bad [name], not bad."
"Can you shut the fuck up for just one second?!" ( @whoth3hellisbucky for Bucky)
"What did you do?"
"You don't deserve to know me like this."
"Oh, fuck."
"Do you want any advice?" / "If it's from you, then no."
"If you're reading this, I'm dead." ( @buckycuddlebuddy for Bucky)
"Close your eyes, I wanna surprise you." ( @lokiscollar for Bucky) (@drysdale-barnes for Bucky)
"What are you doing here?" / "What are YOU doing HERE?"
"Are you following me?"
"I'm gonna need a drink." (@fuckandfluff for Bucky)
"Keep walking. Just keep walking."
"Hey, I think I saw something back there."
"Come with me!"
"Hand me the car jack."
"We're in Bumfuck, Middle of Nowhere, what do you think?!"
Trope and AU prompts
Biker AU (very on-the-nose, eh?) ( @mxsamwilson for Bucky) ( @thefallenbibliophilequote for a series)
Rom-com AU
College AU ( @babyboibucky for College!Bucky)
Vacation/road trip AU
Band AU ( @hey-its-grey )
Mob/Gang/Criminals AU ( @buckycuddlebuddy for Bucky) ( @xbuchananbarnes for Sam)
Spies AU
Stalker AU
Dystopian AU
Fuck buddies/friends-with-benefits trope ( @whoth3hellisbucky for Bucky)
Found family trope
Mutual pining trope
Idiot x Dumbass trope ( @vibraniumqueen for Bucky)
Amnesia trope
Unreciprocated feelings trope ( @buckyblues for Bucky)
Lovers-to-friends trope
Friends-to-lovers trope
Enjoy yourself and I’ll see you around.
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rebeccccccaaa · 3 years
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Rєqυєѕт: (ANON) hi! i absolutely love your work!! i’m not sure if you’re doing requests but if you’re up for it can you please write a fluffy bucky x reader fic? maybe something along the lines of the reader kinda going through a rough patch and bucky and the team notice, bucky talks to you and helps you feel better and then later the team has a movie night and just some real tooth rotting fluff lol. it definitely does not need to be exact to my request !!! thank you so much <333
ωαяηιηgѕ: mentions of anxiety (possible attack), depressive episode, and insomnia; major angst but tooth rotting fluff!
αυтнσя'ѕ ησтє: i freaking love this request so much. i’m doing so much smut in my stories it’s nice to just sit back and cuddle bucky lol [as per usual timeline has everyone alive and well because i reject *nf*n*ty w*r and *ndg*m* ;)]
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You sat alone in the dark just as the day before; and the day before that, and the day before that. 
Recently, there’s been a higher demand for the Avengers help and truthfully it’d been extremely draining for everyone. Thankfully thought, this entire week nobody had called an avengers level threat. Unfortunately for you, you haven’t been able to get any shut eye. 
Now here you were again wide awake in the early hours of the day. It was dead silent in your room; you could hear the blood rushing in your ears and the soft thumps of your heart beat. Your breathing was irregular since you were so aware of everything little thing your body was doing and feeling. 
The clothes you wore felt gross moving along your skin with each breath you took. The blankets overheating your legs. Everything was becoming overwhelming and your anxiety spiked. 
You practically jumped out of bed and turned your light on. You went to open the curtains to let some source of light in; the moon was bright that night. But when you did so your eyes shut involuntarily from the brightness of the morning sun you weren’t aware of. 
“It’s morning?” you said to yourself. 
“What the fuck,” you mumbled, tears brimming your eyes.
You breathed out heavily, sighing, and went to your dresser to grab some day appropriate clothes. You went into the bathroom and fixed your appearance applying an extra amount of concealer and blush to hide that desperate tiredness in your face. 
When you felt you were approachable you put on a happy face just like the day before, before heading to the kitchen to grab some food. At least you were still feeding yourself and had somewhat of an appetite left. 
When you came practically the entire team was down there. 
“Good morning!” you said cheerfully.
“Morning!” everyone said back matching your enthusiasm. 
“How did everyone sleep?” you asked. You usually ask this almost to vicariously live through them; wishing for the restful nights everyone described. 
“Great.”
“Like a baby.”
“Pretty good, you?” Bucky said. 
You paused because usually no one asked you the same question, which was why you kept asking. You supposed that of course some day, someone was bound to ask about your night.
“Oh, um… could've been better,” technically that wasn’t a lie.
“Sorry to hear, doll.”
“Oh, it's fine,” you smiled and waved off. 
“Anybody got plans for today?” Nat asked everyone; no one answered except for a couple of shrugs and head shakes.
“You guys up for a movie night?”
“Yeah, sure,” everyone said. 
Everyone stayed almost the entire day in the common room watching movies, eating snacks, and talking about funny stories from missions. You stayed quiet not having any energy to converse with everyone. You felt like you were running on fumes.
You were so out of it you hadn’t realized the looks exchanged throughout everyone that knew something was off for you. Although you weren’t the loudest or most enthusiastic person on the team, you also weren’t one to not engage in conversations.
Every question or involvement of some sort in each conversation was always quickly dismissed or validated by you. Eventually you checked out entirely, holding what was possibly your seventh cup of coffee of the day. 
“Huh?” you didn’t hear the question asked by Nat.
“Y/n, you doing ok? You look sleepy,” Nat said, smiling softly.
“Uh, yeah I’m a bit tired. I think I’ll head to bed.”
Everyone looked at you strangely as you got up.
“Is there a problem?” you asked, feeling slightly more insecure.
“It’s six p.m.,” Steve said, “Pretty early for bed, don’t you think?”
“Isn’t that like your tenth cup of coffee?” Nat started.
“Are you alright, Y/n?”
“What’s going on?”
“You look pale.”
Everything was getting too overwhelming, voices echoed in your head. Tears started to form in your eyes as you stared down at your coffee before setting it down; your hands were trembling. You wanted to run away, so that’s what you did.
“Sorry, I-” you ran off hearing your name being called by some of the team.
You got to your room and slammed the door behind you. You felt humiliated and embarrassed. Your body was still shaking and you breathed heavily trying to calm down before you have an anxiety attack. 
Suddenly, a knock at your door scared the hell out of breaking you momentarily from your trance. You swung the door open to find Bucky standing at your door, worrisome written all over his face. 
“Can I come in?”
You couldn’t say anything. You wanted to but just stood there frustrated with yourself. 
“It’s ok, doll. I’m here,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around your shoulders to pull you in a warm hug. 
“I don’t know why I feel like this. I hate it. I can’t sleep, I barely eat, I’m so tired,” you cried to him.
“I know,” he said.
“I just wanna- I just wanna disappear for a bit you know? Like go somewhere where I don’t have to worry about everything bad.”
“Me too,” he comforted.
“I’m sorry,” you said after a moment of silence.
“For what? You don’t have to be sorry.”
“For this,” you sniffled, “For getting boogers and tears on your shirt.”
“It’s ok,” he chuckled.
“Y/n, I know exactly how it feels. And I know that bottling all that up just makes it worse; makes you feel horrible and gross. I don’t like seeing you like this. Not sleeping, you hardly talk anymore; and it’s not just this past week we noticed your shift. I know things are hard and you feel like telling people is just gonna make them think you’re weird or a burden, but I promise you you’re not. We’re here to talk, be there for you because we know you’d do the same for us. We’re family, and we love you. We all do. I love you. So talk to me ok?”
You were a mess. Thinking about it again, you hadn’t had a restful night in a very long time; you couldn’t remember. You weren’t taking care of yourself as you normally would and it was true you spent more time alone afraid that you’d be a bother if the team noticed your upset attitude. 
Tears were falling heavily down your cheeks to your neck; some dripped to the floor. Your hands were practically gripping Bucky’s forearms pulling close to you. You wiped away the tears quickly and sniffled.
“Thank you Bucky,” you whispered, and he hugged you tightly.
“Can you sleep with me tonight?” you asked him.
“Ok,” he walked over to the bed with you and climbed under the sheets. 
He was already wearing sweatpants but you weren’t. Without any care, you pulled your bottoms off for they would’ve been uncomfortable to wear to sleep and crawled beside Bucky to fall asleep. 
There was no tension between you, it was quite domestic almost. You curled up to Bucky’s side cuddling his warm body before closing your eyes. Bucky’s fingers traced along your arm that laid across his stomach while the other rubbed your head delicately. 
You opened your eyes once more and looked up at Bucky and leaned in to kiss him softly. You rested your forehead against his own and gingerly bumped your noses.
“I love you too Buck,” you whispered.
Bucky smiled and kissed you again. You closed your eyes and for the first time in too long you had a restful night; limbs tangled with Bucky’s, someone you love and trust more than anyone in the whole world. And thankfully, he felt the same way for you. 
The next morning, you actually woke up. You felt rested. You stretched your limbs out before remembering about last night and Bucky. You looked around the room and didn’t see him. 
You looked at your clock on your bedside table and noticed it was already eleven in morning; almost noon. You got change quickly and went downstairs to find everyone laughing and eating breakfast.
When you got down and joined the team Bucky looked at you and got up to hug you and kiss you gently. He smiled and sat with you at the kitchen counter where there was a plate of breakfast waiting just for you.
“Morning, how’d you sleep?” Nat asked, cheerfully just like you do to them.
“I slept,” you ended your sentence making everyone chuckled and smile.
“Seriously though, I slept very well,” you looked to Bucky and gave him a little kiss before digging into your food. 
“Oh, you guys?” you asked after a couple of bites.
“Sorry about yesterday.”
“Don’t be, we talked about this,” Bucky rubbed your thigh softly.
“I know but I still feel kinda bad for kinda ruining movie night. Can we try again tonight?” you asked.
Everyone smiled and looked to each other as if to see who had plans and eventually nodded. They came forward and huddled around you to give you a big group hug making you laugh as their cheesy antic.
“You guys are so cheesy,” you laughed.
“We love you, Y/n!” Nat shouted.
“We love you!” everyone followed.
“I love you guys too. Very much.”
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remmysbounty · 3 years
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omg I’m loving all your Torres drabbles and fics 🥰 if you are still taking requests, could I request one where him and the reader are in a secret relationship and then Sam and Bucky find out (bonus brownie points if they find out in an awkwardly funny way) xx
Hehehehe so because of Josie (aka @pascalpanic ) I’m making this a part 2 as well to the puppy request fic she sent. And I know some of y’all really pay attention to detail and I know I reference Bucky at the end of the deployment fic so all Bucky thinks is that you and Torres are really close friends, and you happen to have feelings for him but he hasn’t realized that things have gone further than that.... anyway know that my little notice is done, oh also this part of the ocean and the moon
ENJOY 🤍
Sam, Bucky, and Joaquin had just hidden away in an apartment when you called. They thought you were calling with the extra information so Joaquin answered and put it on speaker, but the second you spoke he realized you probably hadn’t even seen his message to begin with.
“Hey,” there was a pause from him, his nickname for you sitting on the tip of his tongue but with Bucky and Sam listening in he knew he couldn’t use it.
Of course, you hadn’t realized that, or noticed how far away Joaquin sounded on the call.
“Amor,” you sounded out of breath.
“What’s going on?” Of course your nickname for him had caught Sam and Bucky’s attention, both of them staring at him, waiting.
They heard a crash in the background and then “FISHIE! Put that down!”
If there was a hole that could swallow Joaquin right then and there, he would have liked to find it.
“Fishie?” Bucky’s voice was clear, and suddenly the guys heard you stop and then, “shit, I’m on speaker aren’t I?”
Joaquin wasn’t even sure what to say regarding that. Bucky looked like he wanted to kill him and Sam was laughing at the whole situation, muttering something about $20.
“Right... um...” you were embarrassed that was more than obvious, “just call me later a-“
“Are you okay at least?” Joaquin knew you wanted to hang up, but the background noises had worried him, and he didn’t want to call you back just to get an answer, especially with the guys still with him.
“Um, ya Fish had just decided it would be a good day to chew my shoes.”
Sam’s laugh seemed to grow even louder, “You named a dog Fish?!”
You couldn’t handle anymore of hearing Sam’s laughter in the background and you went to hang up but still you couldn’t help yourself when you spoke one last time, “Chao, te amo.”
— epilogue —
“... So when do I get to meet your dog?”
Those were the first words Bucky said to you after spending a good 30 minutes just looking at you.
“Really, that’s your priority in this whole conversation.”
He smiled softly at you, a smile he seemed to only reserve for you, and shook his head, “I already met your boyfriend haven’t I?”
You chuckled softly and finally understood what he was getting at. This was his way of letting you know he wasn’t mad, disappointed and slightly grumpy definitely, but not mad. He could never be mad at you no matter how hard he tried.
“Does he treat you right? You can tell me if he doesn’t,” you reached out and grabbed Bucky’s non-metal hand. This was the conversation you were waiting for.
“He does,” your smile grew as you thought about Joaquin and the little space you’ve built together, with Fish, “He makes me feel so full of love, every day, I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way before for anyone.”
Bucky’s hand squeezed yours, “That’s good,” his voice was tender, “I’m happy for you really,” his gaze hardened slightly, “but if he does anything-“
“I know James,” you took a deep breath, “and I know I should have told you but I liked not having to deal with anyone else when it came to our relationship.... and I didn’t want it to impact your work together as well.”
“I understand,” his voice had gone smaller, as did his body. He was retreating, trying to hide away, something that you hated but for once knew the perfect solution for.
“Do you want to see this video of Fish from today? It’s when he was chewing on my already broken shoe.”
Yes this was when you were suffering slightly, but looking at the video now you had to admit that it was fairly adorable seeing the way Fish eyed the camera as he tried to chew his way through leather... and besides at least he grabbed an old pair so now you have an excuse to finally get something new.
As he walked you back, you wanted to invite him up, but he’d seen the look on your face when you saw Joaquin, and the look on his when he finally saw you, so he shook his head and merely asked that he be introduced to Fish as soon as possible.
Right before he left you threw yourself into his arms and whispered into his ear, “Thank you James.” And off you went.
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Joaquin Torres: @pascalpanic @cleversturmhond @booksmusicteaandanimals @cooluncleboba @autumnleaves1991-reads @marvelouss-marvel @the-and-sign-anon
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