#Sam being the number one fan of you and Bucky together

[sunflowerrosewood]

Take a Bullet For You ~ Mafia! Bucky Barnes

Author's Note: Since my other account @cheekyredwillow got deleted. I am adding some of my favorite fanfictions to this account and revamping this one with new ones. I hope to make an actual list of fandoms I am still a fan of! NO requests for the time being.

On to the one shot! This is a mafia alternative universe

You just moved into the New York area to open your coffee shop under your apartment. You knew it was insane to move into an area where one of the roughest mafia gangs resided. The big mafia leader was named James Barnes nicknamed Bucky the Sniper. You knew all of this but continued to move in and set up shop. You didn’t think he was near. 

While you were moving in, Bucky was watching from across the street with his right hand man, Steve. From what he gathered was that you were just a coffee shop owner but he still was intrigued you picked a shitty neighborhood. You seemed confident even though most of your customers would be his mafia. 

“Why are we watching her?” Steve asked. “She’s not important to what we need done.”

“She’s interesting.” Bucky said. 

“Oh no! Don’t get all lovey dovey on me. She wouldn’t walk two seconds in our direction.” Steve snapped.

You continued to set shop up so you could open in the next few days. You opened the shop two days later and a bulky gruff man was your customer. You figured you’d see sketchy people but not the head of the mafia game. He was wearing all black. Combat boots, leather jacket, tighter jeans. 

“Good morning. How may I help you?” You asked, feeling a bit of nervousness settling in. 

“Just a cup of black coffee with a spoonful of sugar ma’am.” He said as he put a $20 on the counter. 

“Okay let me get your change.”

“Wait. Just keep it. You’re new, arntcha?” The guy said. 

“Just moved in a few days ago. I’m Y/n. You must be Bucky the Sniper?” You said putting two and two together.

“You’re not scared?” He asked. 

“At first. But you haven’t done anything to make me think worse of you.” You mentioned before pouring his cup of coffee. 

“You’re definitely different. Not in a bad way of course.” Bucky said nonchalantly before taking his cup to leave. “I’ll be around Y/n.”

You watched Bucky leave the coffee shop. You knew from this moment that nothing would be the same. You did not think you’d meet the mafia leader so soon but c’est la vie I guess. 

But you did not know that you had infiltrated Bucky’s head. For some reason he couldn’t get your e/c eyes filled with wonder. He couldn’t help it. Something about you attracted him. He would tell the rest of the mafia to protect you. 

You wouldn’t notice this in the week. An opposing mafia team tried to kidnap you but before they could even act, Bucky’s mafia members got rid of them. What did make you question is a guy asked for your number at the shop within the same week and never called back. But Bucky was always your first and last customer. 

It had been a week since this and it was a Thursday night. You were closing up shop when Bucky came in groaning. 

“Oh Bucky, I was wondering when y- what happened to you?” You yelled as you heard a few more gunshots. 

A blonde haired guy and a dark skinned guy came in. They were panting. The blondie looked at you. 

“Do you know first aid?” He asked. 

“I d-do.” You stuttered. 

“Then get to work.” He snapped. 

“Steve, quit scar-scaring her.  Just focus on protecting us.” Bucky coughed. 

“Bucky is right. She knows what to do. That other mafia will be here shortly.” The dark skinned guy snapped. 

“Sam, have any of the others called?” Steve asked. 

You quickly ran to the back to grab the first aid kit. As you ran back, Steve and Sam were outside with a few others. Gunshots rang out as you sat by Bucky’s side. 

“I need to remove your shirt.” You said softly. 

“Already undressing me sweetheart.” Bucky drawled out but took off his shirt. 

“Oh shut it.” You snapped but chuckled a bit. 

“Good. Keep that smile. I’ll be okay with you.” Bucky said as he placed his hand on your thigh. “After this, we are going to finally have that date.” 

“Wh-what?!” You exclaimed before washing his wound. 

“Don’t tell me you didn’t notice my affections.” Bucky teased as you pulled the bullet out that was lodged into his side. “Warn me next time!”

“How about not throwing surprises out?” You said as you grabbed the disinfectant. “Okay this will sting.” 

Bucky hissed for a minute as you continued to clean. The gunshots slowed down and finally stopped. You helped Bucky sit up as Steve and Sam came back in. 

“We told the others to go home. Do you want us to stay?” Steve asked. 

“I’ll be better shortly. I still have to discuss some things with Y/n.” Bucky said as Sam cackled. 

“Are you going to quit acting like a lovesick puppy?” Sam cackled. “Hell that bullet was suppose to hit her but you got in the way.”

“What?” You exclaimed. 

“I guess that’s our cue to leave.” Steve said as he was pushing Sam out the door. 

“So when were you going to tell me that?” You questioned as Bucky shakily stood up. He laughed softly as you saw a warm blush appear on his face. 

“I guess I should explain that.” Bucky said. “I was trying not to fall for you. But when I did, the other mafias saw you as a toy or token to me.”

“So you just decided to take the bullet?” 

“Aren’t we forgetting the whole “taking you on a date”? I would take any bullet for you to be safe. I have fallen for you.” Bucky explained as your face flushed with heat. 

Bucky pulled you into his arms and kissed your cheek. You smiled at him and squeezed his neck for a hug.

“After you heal, you can take me on that date anytime.” You said as you felt him squeeze back. 

You felt Bucky chuckle against the hold. You two broke the hug and Bucky began to leave. You felt a piece of paper in your back pocket. It was his number but before you could say anything, Bucky had left. 

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[ronearoundblindly]

Hi Ro! I have this idea eating a hole in my brain since it manifested. I feel like we see a lot of mafia! Steve and Bucky where the reader is one of their gf and the other is her bodyguard or something else of the sort (which I love) BUT…

Could you imagine a badass bodyguard reader? Like, she works to protect one of them and they don’t even sexualize her, but after seeing how well they work together and how dedicated and hard-working she is, they just hopelessly fall in love? Which launches mutual pining, but also both of them thinking it’s unrequited and her still just girlbossing away. Until some inciting inciting incident (TBD) which makes them super close to realize how they feel and then both of them needing a new bodyguard because now she’s the gf of a mafia boss.

I’d try and write it but I don’t have anywhere near as much talent as you and wouldn’t do it justice. Also, sorry if this adds to your 92747739 other WIPs

Alright. Full disclosure: I am not even remotely a fan of the mafia!fic, or mob!fic, or really any of the tropes that take a fundamental piece of a character out of the equation. To me, doing the right thing and using personal harm as a last resort are inextricable from Steve's personality--and is what we love about him.

[To be clear, I am not throwing shade on y'alls writing or reading preferences! Just telling you my take on it. You do you 😘]

His character lends itself to being a CEO, like in the It Had To Be You series, a military commander, or even president.

In that regard, I wonder if it would fall into the same vein of story to have Steve be running for some sort of 'office' but in a kind of dystopian country as the non-corrupt candidate who is in danger due to political/military pressures between opponents?

Say...maybe John Walker could be the smooth-talking but selfish alt runner? Bucky and Steve and Walker used to serve in the armed forces under an equally corrupt dictator figure...say, Ross, perhaps? Then Steve broke away--like the Nomad persona--until he emerged to run against Walker with a faction of the military's support.

So you're hired as part of Bucky's security team first, but since Bucky is with Steve so much, you're very recognizable to Steve. There could be a minor attack at a public event where you throw yourself in front of Bucky (who threw himself in front of Steve), and the real surprise to them is that you want to return without hesitation once recovered.

After a completely professional, stone-faced few months, Steve wins the election.

The night's celebrations go on till the wee hours; you keep a keen eye on your charges even though it's the first time either has seen you in a formal gown instead of a plain suit. When the results are actually announced on the TV, Steve is struck by seeing you smile and get emotional for the first time. It warms his heart to see you proud of him. It's a relief to know you don't just stick around as an employee. You actually believe in him and what he's doing.

fucking swoon

I'm not sure whether I'd write this as Stucky x reader or Steve with reader and Bucky as a friend, honestly, but I feel like after Steve (and maybe Bucky) turn in at their hotel room after all that partying, you're the guard at the door.

Steve debates inviting you inside because he's so curious to know more about you personally.

He opens the door, but you're not there. Sam Wilson is. He took over the shift so you could get out of your heels.

Steve makes up some shitty excuse to need your room number, fusses over going to talk to you alone, maybe says Bucky will come with him as protection instead (since at very least Buck is sus of Steve's interest).

You answer the door sans jewelry and shoes but with the dress still on. He can come in if he helps with the zipper and buttons down the back. For such big hands, his fingers are nimble as they work the delicate fastenings.

ope, swooned again

And then...ya know...this is all very tempting since the night has been charged with adrenaline and hope, so...yeah...

Steve goes in for a kiss and more.

🥴

Idk. Probably. Something like that. Is that close enough to mob/mafia? Not my wheelhouse so this is likely the best I can do...

Can y'all help me? You want stucky or just stevie?? Promise that the politics is more of a background thing, but it's the only scenario I could work with in their canon dynamic/personalities.

#ro answers #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers imagine

[bellaramseysgf]

Tour with me (B.B)

Warning(s); Smut! (PIV sex),shit ton of PDA,degrading,praise,unprotected sex (do better),lots of fluff.

Paring(s); Rockstar Bucky Au! X Girlfriend! Reader!

Summary; Bucky asked you to go on tour with him,just didn’t realize how fun it could be.

A/n; so…no 100% sure when I’ll post this but idk I liked the idea,Bucky doesn’t have a metal arm in this, I haven’t written smut in months so let’s ignore the quality of it.

••••••••••••

You had never heard so many screams in your life, watching from the side lines as your boyfriend’s voice rang through the building. Chants of his name in the crowd,his partners names as well.

It was your boyfriend’s 4th show and the turn outs just keep getting bigger and bigger,playing in sold out Arenas around the globe. He had been on a number of tours but it was your first and so far you weren’t enjoying it all that much.

Sure, you were happy to be with your boyfriend but you had no privacy on the tour bus,you were getting no sleep,your head throbbed after the first few songs from how loud it was.

You looked back to one of his managers “hey, can I go back to the bus?” You asked yelling loud enough he could hear. He nodded calling on his walky talky for more security to come.

You smiled up at your boyfriend as he walked over to the side of the stage kneeling down to capture your lips with his. Kissing was definitely bucky’s favorite thing to do, he claimed you tasted like sweet candy and you knew it was the lip balm you used.

The music continued behind him, it was the bridge it was building up. His lips would pull from yours every few seconds just to latch back to yours. The crowd was definitely louder now seeing him kissing you. Most people didn’t know you were even on tour with him.

When he finally pulled away heading back to center stage to continue you turned to the security guards allowing them to escort you to the bus. You were honestly glad you stayed in a hotel the night before, you got good sleep and you took a much needed shower.

You climbed into the bus closing the door as guards stood on the other side. You pulled the cabinets open grabbing your favorite chips, sitting down and opening your phone, your friend had sent you a link to a video.

Once loaded up you realized it was one about you and Bucky. Most people had mixed signals,either they loved you being together or hated it.

The women on screen comes on talking of a photo you had posted of you and Bucky. At his last show,it was cute your tongues touching in the photo as he held your waist.

“Seems y/n took to social media last week to once again show off her relationship with lead singer of Avengers Bucky Barnes.” You smiled at the video “most people are saying they love the couple together,saying she’s the man’s balance. Other people aren’t very happy, one fan even claimed to see y/n looking rather disgusted with bucky’s music.” You gasped as a video came across the screen.

It was of a angle of you back stage at his second show, hand on your forehead,eyes squeezed shut as you were visibly uncomfortable.

“Now, fans are claiming y/n is just in it for the money or possibly fame. This seems like a relationship that just wont last.” With that the video ended and you huffed throwing your phone on the other side of the couch.

You had been sick that day, practically spending most of the morning throwing up. Nerves and anxiety had you that worked up. There was a soft rattle on the doors before it opened Bucky and the members walking inside.

Bucky was the lead singer, he would mainly write the songs. Then you had Steve the lead guitarist,Sam the backup guitarist and piano player,lastly you had clint, the drummer.

“Oh, you do not look happy” Sam pointed out urging you to roll your eyes. “What’s wrong baby?” Bucky asked sitting down next to you “people.” You said blankly. Bucky realized you must’ve heard something you didn’t like. “What did they say?” He asked “do you remember your second show? When I was sick?” He nodded “yeah, someone took a video of me from the side lines claiming I was looking like that because I didn’t like your music.” You huffed.

Bucky pulled a chip from the bag you were eating “Awh, fuck them.” Clint said plopping down on the other couch with Sam and Steve. “They don’t know anything” Sam added “Yeah,they’re stupid” Steve finished.

You smiled at the men and Bucky rubbed your arm. “You’re the best girlfriend in the world. Don’t let those pathetic words get to you.” You sighed. “I knew dating you would come with challenges, just didn’t know so many people would hate me”

Bucky could hear the hurt in your voice,this is why he kept the relationship secret for so long. Not because he was ashamed of you, or because he didn’t want to be with you. Because his fans could be rather ruthless to girls even rumored to date him. You were fragile to him like a little butterfly and he hated seeing the people tearing you down.

Bucky knew you weren’t enjoying yourself like he wanted you too. He asked you to come with to spend time with you,but he finally realized in the past 4 weeks of shows you hadn’t got all that much if any alone time. He could see it wearing you out, and he knew just what to do to fix it. “Well, we are back in new York tomorrow we can stop by my place for bit alright? You can get some good sleep, and I can make you your favorite pasta” you nodded and he placed a quick kiss to your lips.

***

Bucky got called for a random last minute interview. He promised after it you’d both go home. He didn’t have a show for two days which meant lots of sleep and cuddles for you. That’s what was on your mind, however that wasn’t what was on bucky’s.

You had chosen today of all days to wear that fucking skirt. Black and pleated, knee high socks to match it, one of his band shirts tied at your waist. It showed just enough of your stomach for him to feel his cock tighten in his jeans.

God, he couldn’t wait to get you home. The past four weeks were really getting to him. Most of the time you guys barely went 48 hours without him buried deep into your cunt at some point. He could still hear the begs you cried out last time, the little whimpers as he pushed you past overstimulation. Until you were just a cockdrunken baby.

“So, how’s the relationship with y/n?” The interviewer asked and James smiled “it’s going great, she’s my lil sunshine. She’s here you can bring her out.” The interviewer gasped and nodded.

When they told you to go out on stage you were worried and confused. You walked out on stage the few live audience members cheering, your heeled ankle boots clicked as you walked across the hard wood to your boyfriend.

“See, there’s my sunshine” you smiled as his arms reached out tugging you to sit on his knees. There was more then enough couch next to him but you didn’t try to weasel out of his grip. “It’s lovely to meet you, y/n” you smiled “you as well!” You said cheerfully.

People still had to be confused why Bucky was so infatuated with you, you were polar opposites.

Bucky was the heavy metal,leather jacket,all black and dark kind of guy.

You were the bunny obsessed,dress wearing,only pastel colors kind of girl.

Black was slowly becoming part of your wardrobe as colors mixed in the bucky’s you both giving in to the others style.

“So, remind me how y’all met?” The interviewer pressed. Bucky answered knowing you hated this sort of thing. “Well, I was actually trying to record my most recent song.” He started tugging you back against his chest, you let out a quiet squeal your boots hitting his shin. “And this really cute angel walked in to bring coffee to my recording manger. I was just hooked after that” he explained you both smiling at the memory.

“So, he thought you were an Angel what was your first thought about him?” They asked “honest?” You question and they nodded “if I’m totally honest I had seen Bucky around, I mean he was rather attractive. The first thing I ever thought about my boyfriend was ‘I wonder how good he is in bed’” you cited yourself laughing as you felt Bucky chucking under you.

Some of the live audience laughed at that as well “now mind you, we met when I was what? I was 19? Almost 20?” You turned to look at Bucky and he nodded. “Yeah, hormones are raging then” you said smiling. “Was he as good as you hoped?” They asked and you smiled “ah, he’s alright” Bucky huffed and pinched your sides making you squeal.

“You guys are rather the IT couple in Hollywood right now.” They commented, you tuned the rest of it out.

It was easy to do when you felt bucky’s boner digging into your butt. You wanted so badly to rock your hips against it, to hear that gruff groan he lets out. How long is this gonna take..hurry up.

Once tuned back in you smiled back at your boyfriend “yeah, I’ll say right now. If you can’t be happy for me and my relationship I don’t want your support. Most of the girls and guys upset about this are children. I hate to break it to them but I’m 26 years old I won’t date them” he lets out a breathy laugh “I was honestly surprised to even date y/n, with how young she is” you smacked his chest “I’m 23, shut up” you huff he smiled and kissed your cheek.

“Well most of your relationships have been with older women, mainly ones in their late thirty’s or so, what about y/n changed that” you cleared your throat “oh don’t be fooled, he started hooking up with me to get back at his manager.” The interviewer laughed “seriously?” You nodded “Well his manager is my dad, so when my father would piss him off I was his way of getting back at him, I didn’t mind though.” You smiled at him “wow, so you just fell on love?” They asked Bucky.

“Ah, well I just know she was about to travel back to her moms after the summer and I couldn’t write with the thought of her leaving.” You smiled “lucky charm, that’s what she is I guess” Bucky added.

You shifted rubbing up against him, his hands tightened on your waist and he pressed a kiss to your jaw. You honestly couldn’t tell who was more impatient. You or him.

***

You squealed when Bucky lifted you over his shoulder carrying you towards his bedroom. “Bucky!” You giggled as he dropped you onto the bed. “You’re such a needy baby, aren’t you? Grinding on me in the middle of a show.” He chuckled reaching under your skirt pulling your lace panties off.

Bucky threw them,his shirt going next, you bite your lip drinking in his toned body. “It’s rude to stare, doll” you smiled “I’m not staring, I’m admiring” you corrected him. Bucky chuckled tugging your shirt off throwing it behind him.

You were honestly out of it drunk off his smell being so close, the sound of ripping brought you back to earth. “Bucky Barnes! You didn’t just do that” you huffed and he put your tattered bra in the pile. “I’ll buy you more.”

Bucky’s hands reached out groping your tits him leaning down to take one of your nipples into his mouth. He bit a sucked at it pulling moans from you before switching showing the opposite one the same treatment.

Your hands dropped to your skirt and Bucky smacked them away. “No. You wanted to wear that knowing what it does to me,you can wear it while I fuck it into you.” You whimpered out against him as he stood the cool air faking against the wetness covering your chest had you shivering.

Bucky pulled off your boots and kicked them away before pulling of his own boots kicking them off as well. Bucky shucked his jeans and boxers off in one fluid motion. He reached into his bedside table and you groaned. “No, no we don’t need them.” You said and Bucky looked over at you.

“But you aren’t on the pill” he said and you smiled up at him “mhm, I know. It feels better without them though.” Bucky nodded and dropped the box turning back to you.

Bucky’s hands gripped your ankles and jerked you to him, he gave you no preparation before he sunk down into his hilt. You let out a pleasure filled sob as you adjusted to his size.

“You’re always so tight,cmon loosen up you little slut.” He said thrusting starting immediately at a rough pace,pulling almost all the way back out before sinking back into you.

It had been longer then normal, every time he sunk into you it was like the first time all over again. The stretch was unbelievably tantalizing the pain turning into pleasure.

“You’re so pretty, my delicate little butterfly.” He mumbled lips pressing to yours as he kept his rhythm.

You could feel the coil in you become hotter and tighter,your mind was becoming hazy “gonna cum” you mumbled out Bucky pulling away. “So quick? You must’ve been so pent up, poor baby I’ll help” his thrusts increased and you moaned out. “Does this help? Hmmm? My little slut, feels good?” You nodded all your thoughts being knocked from your head.

Your orgasm tore through you with a needy intensity, you squeezed your eyes shut seeing stars behind your dark vision. It didn’t take long for Bucky to follow filling you up inside “that’s it, good girl take all of me until your brimming” Bucky grunted the last ropes hitting your walls.

You panted as he fell next to you huffing out breaths. You both worked on getting them back to normal. “What time do we meet them?” You asked and Buck huffed “5” he replied and you glanced at the clock on the dresser “we got an hour. Round two?” You asked and a smirk fell on bucky’s face.“Anything for you” he said chuckling as you climbed on him this time.

#fem reader #bucky fic #bucky x you #james bucky buchanan barnes #bucky x y/n #bucky fluff #bucky smut #james barnes #james barnes smut

[anonymityisfunwriter]

The Twin Flame - Chapter 11: "Forever and Always"

"'Cause it seems to me, this thing is breaking down, we almost never speak. I don't feel welcome anymore…"

"He's just through that corridor," the guard informs you three, pointing down to the small door that lead to the room that contained the man you only knew by reputation as the catalyst to the massive rift that tore your family apart. 

"Just give us a second," Sam tells the guard. 

The guard nods, walking away without another word. 

"Okay, well, I'm gonna go talk to him," you inform Bucky and Sam, jutting your thumb in the direction of the door. 

Sam reaches out, careful to grab your uninjured arm to pull you back to the two of them, "Absolutely not."

"Not a chance," Bucky agrees.

"Of course, this you two can agree on," you scoff, rolling your eyes. "It should be me."

"No, it really shouldn't."

"And why not?" you demand. 

"Because it's Zemo," Sam forcefully states. "A very dangerous, very manipulative man."

"Like I'm going to fall for anything he says," you guffaw, a little insulted by Sam's lack of trust in you. "Despite what you may think, I'm not an idiot."

"You know I didn't mean it like that," Sam mutters, the edge in his voice dropping to something that sounds vaguely apologetic. 

"Didn't you though?" you retort.

"You know what?" Sam deeply exhales. "We can talk about this later, because you're still not going in there."

"It should be me. It's me they're trying to replicate," you insist. 

"I'll go. I'll talk to him and see what he knows," Sam offers.

"No, I need to do this. He could have answers for me," you continue. 

"Well, hold on a second, I think I should be the one going in," Bucky interjects. "I have the most experience with Zemo. And either way, you two were Avengers, you know how he feels about that."

"Well, technically, I was never an Avenger," you wryly point out.

Bucky snorts, rolling his eyes, "You lived on the Avengers Compound. I don't think he's going to change his mind on a technicality."

"It's not like you two were known for frolicking in the sun together," Sam counters. "If I remember correctly, he's not that big a fan of super soldiers either."

"He was obsessed with HYDRA," Bucky doubles down. "We have history together. Trust me, I got it."

"No, you don't got it," Sam quips.

"Well, it's either going to be me or you," Bucky counters.

"So it should be me!"

As the two of them omit you from the conversation entirely, you take a few silent steps backward, slowly moving away from the conversation and closer to the door the guard just pointed to.

You slowly shuffle backward, keeping your eyes forward as the two of them bicker back and forth.

With just a few steps, you see the door in your peripheral, You reach for the small buzzer and quip to the two of them, finally interrupting their banter, "Okay, great, while you two figure that out, I'll be right back."

The two of them break away from their hushed argument to the sight of you already by the door being buzzed in.

Before either of them can say a word, you dismissively wave your hand at them, "Don't worry, you can talk to him after me."

"Wait-" Sam starts, only to be cut off by the door shutting behind you. 

You pass through the first door, only stopping when the guard in front of you halts his footsteps.

The guard looks up at the camera in the top right corner, speaking a series of numbers before the next door buzzes open. 

You take a deep breath as he guides you through the door, leaving you alone with a man you only knew from the chaos he caused during your time on the Compound. 

He sits in the shadow, obscuring his face in the darkness. 

"Well, It's not every day someone I don't know comes to visit me in prison."

"Hello, Zemo. I'm-" you begin introducing yourself, not even a sentence in before he begins talking over you.

"Before you begin, I feel I must confess that your introduction is not necessary. Your reputation precedes." 

His words spark your curiosity. Few people knew about you, even fewer knew of you well enough to recognize you so easily. You know better than to take the bait, so you lightly hedge, "And what reputation is that?"

He finally steps into the light, a small smirk on his lips. You've never seen this man before, you also only know him from reputation, and to put it plainly, he's not at all what you expected. But you remind yourself of what Sam said, he's manipulative, dangerous.

"A mysterious woman with even more mysterious abilities. SHIELD's most valuable asset, worked closely with the Avengers. A particularly warm friendship with Steve Rogers." His head turns slightly, a calculating grin pulling at the corner of his mouth. His next words sound rhetorical, but he watches carefully for a reaction. "Pardon me, if I'm correct you maintained an affinity for both super soldiers. How is James Barnes?"

You sigh, shaking your head before ignoring your instinct to refute his claims, "Well, I'm sorry to tell you not all the stories you've heard are true."

"And what about your time with the Avengers? Is that not true?"

"It's true."

He hums, nodding with a smirk. You can see him plotting, figuring out exactly how he's going to push your buttons. "Tell me, did you enjoy your time as an Avenger? Did it feed your superiority complex?"

"I don't think I'm superior," you plainly state. "And I wasn't an Avenger."

"That's right," he humorlessly chuckles, nodding like you just played right into his hand. "You were SHIELD's little toy."

And there it was, his carefully laid trap. You swallow the bitterness of his words, nodding once, "Yes, I used to work for SHIELD. They rescued me."

"Rescued or commandeered?" he poses. 

"Rescued. From a room not much smaller than this actually," you offer, gesturing to the room surrounding Zemo. "From a life in captivity."

He snorts, shaking his head at your words. "Rescued, then weaponized for a war you knew nothing about. A war killing thousands of people who stood no chance against people like you."

It's then that you realize what he's talking about. And while you weren't present for the battle in Sokovia, you'd heard enough about the atrocities for your stomach to knot from guilt. "I know it's not enough, but for whatever it's worth to you, I'm sorry about your family."

He snorts in disbelief. "A tad hypocritical to offer apologies. Exactly how many people have died by your hand?"

"None. Not a single person."

A curt chuckle leaves his mouth, clearly not believing you, "Not even as an Avenger? Not as A SHIELD asset?"

"No, not even then." His eyes narrow, clearly trying to determine if you're telling the truth. You take this as your chance to win him over, to convince him to tell you what he so clearly knows, "I've only ever wanted to do what was right. To be more than what I was taught I was."

"And what is that?"

"A monster."

"Do you believe that you are? A monster, I mean?"

"I don't know," you answer honestly, shrugging your shoulders. "I know I didn't ask for this. And I don't know why I'm like this, but I am, so I deal. But just because I deal, doesn't mean other people should have to. And it definitely doesn't mean there should be more people like me."

"Because you want to be the only one?" he probes.

"Because I don't want people getting hurt," you easily reply. "And now with this serum or whatever it is, people are going to get hurt."

"And you think I know why you are the way you are? Who's behind this new serum?" He proudly nods, pointing at you through the glass, "You think HYDRA has something to do with this, which is why you came to me, which means you are desperate."

"I think you're a man that prides himself on knowledge. And knowing how one random person ended up this way is invaluable knowledge. It's knowledge that not even SHIELD had."

"I will admit, you defy my expectation. It's impressive."

"Thank you... I think?"

"But what you need to ask yourself is how did they get the source of the serum in the first place."

"What?"

"It came from you. This you know, but the question begs to be asked: how did they get your blood in the first place?" You've always been told you wore your heart on your sleeve. And usually, you didn't mind it, but in this moment you pray that Zemo cannot see the gears turning inside your head. He continues pacing the length of his small cell. "Because this organization, the one that held you captive, they wished to see you extinct, did they not?"

You unwittingly shake your head as you follow Zemo's insinuation. "Then it was HYDRA, it was-"

"You're so quick to exonerate SHIELD," he points out, once again donning a wicked smirk.

"They wouldn't have. SHIELD wouldn't-"

The words die on your mouth, because you know it's not true. Even before SHIELD had been overtaken by HYDRA, they absolutely would have. Even in those early days, you weren't blind to SHIELD's blatant power grabs. And you know they absolutely would've done it. 

"But it has crossed your mind," he correctly assumes. "They had the access, a simple blood draw to cultivate an army of unstoppable people such as yourself. Why else would they keep samples of your DNA? Samples of your blood?"

You're taken aback by this. You'd only ever told Sam about that small, fleeting confrontation with Brock Rumlow after you accidentally stumbled upon a hidden lab. It was an accident, but when you saw rows and rows of vials, your curiosity got the best of you. 

Your fingers had barely grazed a single vial before Rumlow found you and demanded to know what you were doing in that lab.

You didn't tell anyone except Sam about the strange incident. And it sort of fell to the back of your head amidst all the chaos that transpired in those next few months. "How did you-"

"You're so certain about SHIELD. About Nick Fury. But something tells me that's not a traditional employment practice. And deep down, you know it too." You remain wordless. Your mouth opens once, then closes without a sound as you carefully try to choose your next words when he speaks again, "I only wish to enlighten you. I mean you no harm."

"Is that true?"

"Your hands are clean. I can appreciate your innocence," he genuinely offers. "But as you can see I don't have the knowledge you want. Maybe James will be more successful in his interrogation."

You don't even question him on how he knows Bucky's coming in right after you. You simply nod once, your eyebrows furrowing as you mull over Zemo's words.

Just as quickly as you walked in, you turn on your heels, your mind reeling with the sting that SHIELD could very well be responsible for all the chaos ensuing.

You roughly push the door open. The second you enter the hallway, the heavy atmosphere lightens and it feels like you can breath again, you gasp for desperately needed air.

The weight in your stomach does not subside. You feel queasy, almost seasick, completely adrift in all the events of your time on the outside now slowly being picked apart.

It feels like you're slowly drowning, like you've been fighting for months to stay afloat but now you're truly being dragged to the depths of waters that just keep getting even murkier. Your muscles ache from exhaustion after all this time, and sometimes, you swear you won't ever resurface.

You're immediately surrounded by Sam and Bucky both flanking you as they impatiently wait the play-by-play of what happened in there.

"Are you okay? What happened in there?"

You look at the tile beneath your feet as you process the information. You try to remind yourself that Zemo isn't exactly the most reliable source of information and this could all be a way to get under your skin.

But deep down, you know it makes too much sense.

"You remember the night Rumlow found me in one of the labs?"

Sam nods once, vividly recalling you telling him that you'd gotten scolded like a child for wandering the halls, "Yeah."

You finally look up at Sam with a gaze that's lost in recollection. "Those vials - there was a reason I got in so much trouble for that. He thinks they were keeping my blood. He thinks it was SHIELD."

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[thesharondefenseleague]

im gonna preface this with saying i wasnt on tumblr as much post civil war so idk the extent how bad things got though i saw some and im aware that's where alot of the drama is from but im kinda confused about the hate towards the stucky fans?

From what i can tell the ship was and hugely popular and still is to a degree though not to the same extent as before. Im sure with a fandom that massive you'd get alot of assholes in it just cuz sheer numbers. But its also so massive it also seems less cohesive and less likely to feel like a community like. Anytime ive been in part or smaller fandoms its felt more community like.

Because so few people make the content you get to like know alot of them by name maybe even reached out to quite a few commented on their posts encouraging them and because it was a smaller fandom they note you individually commenting more maybe reach out to you that kinda thing.

You probably even like similar subtropes and characterization because its a small fandom there will be less variety to that sorta thing. If you dont it will be less fun you might drop the fandom.

So then when one of you is a dick you feel a bit more reponsibilty to talk to them about it. Because you are more tight knit it will reflect more poorly on the fandom when a few of you are dicks that havent been kicked out if they not stopping their dick behavior.

So i will side eye smaller fandoms for not kicking out the dick.

But bigger fandom this isnt the case. They get all this fancontent regardless and those content creators get a shit ton more comments. They less likely to notice individuals commenting and the audience less likely to keep track of them. Sure maybe you reach out to certain individuals you like maybe even get close but it's more individuals. Within the big fandoms theres more variety too kinda sub fandoms like for say very popular ships there are people who prefer x characterization or relationship dynamic and not y so if they do get involved in a community it for the x sub community in the fandom. And they arent really involved in the y sub community within the same fandom they dont really communicate much at all you dont see or straight up avoid the other content.

And stucky is like large enough fandom or i remember being large enough in the past that that it would be kinda meaningless to give them an indentity as a whole. You might as well be salty at all MCU fans

I mean its much more variety than Stucky fans but the same idea its a large and diverse enough group of people that i cant really imagine an identity for them all so the salt towards Stucky fans seems odd. Unless you hate the ship in general and dont like seeing it. In which case its popularity would be irritating because it was less avoidable i get that.

The first sentence is the reason you’re not sure why: you weren’t here during CACW.

You couldn’t block enough people. They genuinely thought that Sharon and Steve kissing was there to stop Marvel from making Steve and Bucky a canon ship — something that must be emphasized was never hinted at by a single cast or crew member, they always called those two “like brothers”, especially their actors and the directors — and that Steve and Bucky were queerbaiting (no, they weren’t). Pre-Endgame, they were coming after Sharon fans all the time, we saw people run off of tumblr because of it, and they teamed up with Steve and Peggy fans up until Endgame. That changed when Steve went back in time to be with Peggy because before, she was assumed to have always been his past. From what I’ve heard, they stopped worrying about Sharon and turned on Steve and Peggy shippers, but we still got a lot of shit from them around 2019.

It didn’t help when it was implied that Sharon would flirt with Sam and/or Bucky in FatWS, because that could still stop Steve and Bucky from getting together (despite that ship having nary a plank of wood to drift on from Marvel), and then they came out of the woodworks again to shit on Sharon. It really is just misogyny disguised as wanting representation ~60% of the time.

And their vocal hate has lead to shitty writing decisions for her character in the MCU during 2021 (FatWS, What If?) that many people didn’t like, whereas bitter shippers were saying it was “proof she’d always been evil”/they “always knew”.

And it wasn’t just towards Sharon and Peggy, they really didn’t care for Sam either, and sometimes even Nat. Tony neither, but the racism towards Sam, like they kept throwing the “like brothers” argument about Steve and Sam, and in polls they’d leave him out a lot, and it was only done with Sam.

Whether or not things changed now, I don’t know. I do know I still have to block users. A vocal minority of a majority is still very vocal.

TL;DR a lot of fingers in their ears screaming “la la la” at the top of their lungs to make it seem as Marvel didn’t tell them “no” a hundred times about their ship and that it was all Sharon’s fault for existing.

~Mod R

[achubbydumpling]

Original S'more: Too Hot (Hot Damn)

more fluff! to continue this: Part 1

Rating: Teen and Up Words: 500 Pairing: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers Additional Tags: Chubby Steve Rogers, Getting to Know Each Other, Getting Together, Bucky is crushing hard, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Fluff, First Dates

[on AO3]

"I can't believe it's still this hot." Bucky pulled his shirt away from his body where it was sticking to his skin.

Steve did the same and then looked around at that comment. He realised with a start that the sun had gone down sometime over the past... six hours. Jesus, he didn't think first dates could last this long.

Even though he’d been nervous beforehand Steve’s anxiety had vanished almost instantly when he’d seen Bucky standing in front of the restaurant. They’d been texting almost non-stop since they’d exchanged numbers.

At first it had just been the standard planning that went into a first date, but then they’d drifted off into a hundred different topics. The one thing that had stuck with Steve though was Bucky’s description of his type.

In a word? Thick ;D

That had thrown Steve for a loop since he assumed Bucky asked him out despite the weight he’d gained. Still, a welcome surprise since Steve enjoyed the added weight too.

He’d been pretty scrawny as a kid and had always tried to gain weight back then to stop looking so small, his bones sticking out everywhere and constantly feeling cold. Back then he had jumped with joy at the five extra pounds he’d gained after a semester of hard work. Only to drop everything in a week when he caught the flu.

However, despite the sun being long gone the oppressive heat had gotten worse if anything. There was barely any air circulating in the restaurant. Steve fanned himself with the laminated dessert menu that was still laying on their table.

“You know,” Bucky began, “I have a key for the kitchen at Sam’s”

Steve raised his eyebrows in a silent question.

“If you’re hot—I mean you are—if you feel hot, there’s a walk-in cooler.”

Bucky looked at Steve with such an open and hopeful expression of course Steve agreed.

Technically, Steve had already had dessert, but Bucky had eaten half of it and Steve felt like he deserved a full serving after putting up with the summer heat.

The walk makes Steve sweat even more but it’s a blessing when Bucky finally pulls open the freezer and they step inside. It’s pretty crammed but Steve sighs contently and, as casually as possible, leans his head against Bucky’s shoulder.

“I’m gonna stay here now.”

“Yeah?”

Steve looks up and suddenly the tension is palpable. It’s not a conscious decision but Steve finds himself leaning up to kiss Bucky. Short and sweet and then Bucky starts laughing.

“I can’t believe we had our first kiss in a walk-in freezer.”

He presses another kiss to Steve’s lips and pushes him up against the freezer door. Goosebumps run all the way up Steve’s spine and he isn’t quite sure if it’s from the cold or things heating up.

Bucky pulls back, clearly as affected by them making out as Steve.

“Do you still want that ice cream?”

Of course, Steve doesn’t say no to that.

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[spideyhexx]

the question is…would Bucky ask Sam for advice before he goes on a date?

Cause I think he wouldn’t until Sam is staying at his apartment in Brooklyn for a few nights and Bucky let’s it slip he has a date and Sam is begging him to tell him all about the girl

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[bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky]

Number One Fan | Bucky Barnes x Reader

Hi, friends! I bought a Bucky Barnes crewneck from this Etsy shop and it made me think about how the Avengers would react to people wearing their merch. :)

As always, send your comments, requests, and/or suggestions my way! 🥰

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"He's gonna be so mad!" you howled a devilish laugh that shook your entire body. Sam just nodded, unable to even speak. His shoulders shuddered as waves of laughter pummeled through him one after another. He loved being in cahoots with you.

"Hey, he's the one who won't admit that he likes you," Sam said when he finally composed himself, "and he has to know how you feel about him. It's super obvious".

You gave him a playful punch on the arm at his joke. "It is not 'super obvious.'"

He rolled his eyes and handed you a shopping bag, sending you on your way to carry out the evil plan you'd concocted together.

Racing back to your apartment, you checked the time- 5:49pm. Perfect. Bucky was going to be coming by your place at 6:30 for your weekly movie night, and you were eager to see how he reacted to your mischievous plot. You got home and took a quick shower before grabbing your secret weapon out of the bag and pulling it over your head. Uproarious laughter burst out of your mouth as you looked at yourself in the full length mirror.

"Oh my god, he's gonna fucking die" you eyed your reflection and doubled over with another laugh. "This is too good."

You slipped on a hoodie, concealing the little surprise you had arranged for Bucky and anxiously waited for him to arrive.

At 6:30 on the dot, he knocked on your door, greeting you with a hug. His strong arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you close to his chest- your favorite place to be. When he released you, you noticed he was holding a bottle of your favorite wine.

"Oh, that's so sweet... you didn't have to-"

He shook his head and put his hands up, quieting you. “I was just at the store today and saw it… made me think of you” he said with a wink.

His sweet gesture almost made you feel bad about the prank you were about to pull on him- but it was now or never, and you were choosing now.

Bucky moved to the couch to pull up the movie, asking you about your day as he did so. You made casual conversation as your heart began to beat wildly, knowing that you could possibly fuck up your friendship with him over something so silly.

"Hey, is it hot in here to you? I feel like it's kinda warm" you said as you placed a bowl of popcorn on the coffee table. Bucky just shook his head and settled in to his seat on the couch, patting the cushion next to him as an invitation for you to join.

"I think I'm just gonna take my hoodie off," you said casually. This was it, the moment, the big reveal. Unzipping your jacket, you exposed your scheme for Bucky to see. His mouth hung open as he stared at your outfit for the night.

A blue cotton tshirt plastered with a huge picture of Sam's face and the words "Cap's #1 fan" stared back at Bucky, and it took everything in your power to hold back your laughter.

"You... bought his merch?"

You shrugged and plopped down on the couch next to him, casually throwing a few pieces of popcorn into your mouth. His stunned silence persisted and you turned to him, worried that he didn’t find it funny.

"Fucking Sam Wilson..." he muttered before cracking a small smile. "He put you up to this, didn't he?"

A loud laugh escaped your lips and you nodded, revealing the mastermind behind your scheme.

"You trying to make me jealous, doll?"

You threw him a playful shrug, neither confirming nor denying his assumption. He rolled his eyes at you and reached for the bowl of popcorn that was sitting in your lap.

“So, you’re Cap’s number one fan then, hmm? Anything I can do to maybe get you in my fan club?” Bucky asked as he turned to face you, your bodies mere inches from each other.

A pang of nervousness shot through your chest and your mouth ran dry, coming face to face with the moment you'd been waiting for. "Hmm, I don't know, Barnes," you teased, "I guess that maybe you could-"

Before you could finish your quip, his lips were on yours. His kiss was gentle yet deep, and you sighed into his mouth with the satisfaction that you'd finally gotten him to admit his feelings for you. His hand cupped your cheek and pulled you closer. You let loose as you happily surrendered to his touch; this is all you ever wanted.

"So, would the president of Sam's fan club get kicked out if she went on a date with me?" Bucky asked, shooting you a wink.

"Oh, most definitely- so you gotta make this date worth it".

He held up his hand and crossed his heart with his finger before pulling you back in for another kiss. He paused for a moment and chuckled against your lips, making you pull away.

"What's so funny?"

"I don't mean this to make you uncomfortable but... can you take your shirt off, please?"

"What you don't want Sam staring you down while we make out?"

He shook his head and laughed a loud, genuine laugh the brought a smile to your face.

"Here, let me go change real quick..." you murmured, leaving Bucky alone on the couch as you slipped into your second surprise outfit of the night.

You strode confidently back down the hall toward the living room, and came to a stop in front of the couch in your new outfit. Bucky couldn't help but smile. Delicately hand-stitched into a maroon henley that was almost identical to his were the words "Bucky Barnes's No. 1 Fan".

His mouth hung open, "Did you- did you make that?"

Nodding proudly, you plopped down one the couch next to him. "They didn't have any Bucky Barnes merch- which I think is bullshit by the way- so I had to make my own. My mom taught me how to embroider when I was little."

He wrapped his arms around you tightly and pulled you into the couch cushions while pressing kisses to your face and neck. Uproarious laughter escaped your lips as you squirmed under his grasp.

"Not only are you my number one fan, but I think you may be my only fan, doll." Bucky said with a laugh as you recovered from his attack. Still catching your breath, you shook your head.

"Don't be silly, Buck," you teased, "Sam is a close number two".

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[nastybuckybarnes]

Daylight Savings

Pairing: Beefy!Bucky X Reader 

Summary: Bucky takes time to realize why he seems to dislike the mornings.

Warnings: Fluff, Language (Maybe?), Mentions of Sex, Fluff, 

Word Count: 1.2K

A/n: Something soft ‘cause that’s how we feelin’ today. I hope you all have an incredible day and I love you all very much!!

~*~

Bucky Barnes isn’t a morning person.

Not by a long shot.

Especially not when compared to Steve Rogers.

James Barnes’ appreciation for mornings is in a tender little space between Sam’s hatred and Steve’s weird love.

It’s not the waking up process that he's not a fan of, Lord knows he’s awake at the asscrack of dawn every day anyway. It’s the leaving the bed part that he absolutely detests.

He never used to hate leaving the bed. Hell, for over seventy years he never had a bed to leave anyway.

But now he’s got a nice big king-sized bed with soft sheets and warm blankets.

Better than the sheets and the blankets, though, is the woman he spends his nights with. The one he gets to wake up beside every morning, his own little koala of love, cuddling against him like her life depends on it.

The worst part of waking up in the morning is leaving the bed. More specifically, leaving you alone in it.

Now, he hates it for a number of reasons. The first being, he loves to be there when you wake up.

The mornings when he’s still in bed with you when you wake up are few and far between. Always called away by missions, therapy, or Steve being an early bird; you rarely get to wake up slowly with him beside you.

He loves to watch you wake up. He watches the way your nose scrunches and your eyebrows draw together, hears your soft little yawn and the tiny little squeak you give when you stretch, and feels you cuddle right back up against him.

You always, like clockwork, press the ever cold tip of your nose against his chest and take a deep breath like you’re breathing him in, like you can’t get enough of him.

You make him feel important.

And then you’ll pull away the tiniest bit to smile up at him and whisper a soft ‘good morning’ in that sexy morning voice of yours.

Sometimes he can’t keep it in his pants in the mornings. He needs to feel you, feel every inch of you, and you let him.

By God, do you let him.

Those mornings, he lives for.

He loves hearing your soft whimpers and whines as he brings you over the edge time after time. Your nails rake down his back leaving marks that Sam will always comment on, but he doesn’t care.

Because those marks are a reminder that he got to spend a morning with you.

He silences his alarm ten minutes before it goes off.

Steve can go bug Sam today.

His big arms wind around your frame, tugging you closer to his body, and he buries his nose in your hair.

A soft, squeaky little whine falls from your lips and you burrow into him, nudging that cold nose of yours against his chest.

Your leg hitches around his waist, locking your body around his as you shift impossibly nearer.

“Good morning,” he whispers, voice gravelly and husky and so damn perfect. A shiver travels down your spine and you hug yourself closer to him.

“Morning.”

His metal arm rests beneath the pillow you’re resting your head on, and his flesh arm is wrapped around you like a vice, rough fingers dragging gently up and down. your back beneath the shirt of his that you wear.

“I thought you were going for a run with Steve today,” you murmur, lips pressing to his hot skin.

He hums, the sound vibrating through your head when he presses a kiss to your hair.

“Nah. Wanna stay here with you.”

You grin, peeling your head away from his chest to squint up at him in the dim morning light.

The sun is just peeking up over the horizon, gentle rays filling your apartment with warmth.

“Mhm... what’s Steve gonna say?”

He heaves out a sigh and props himself up on his metal arm, rolling the tiniest bit so you’re half-blanketed with his huge warm body.

“Who cares? It’s daylight savings.”

A giggle falls from your pretty kissable lips and he grins, loving that he made his girl laugh.

“That’s hardly a good excuse, Barnes.”

He raises his eyebrows and rolls onto you completely, left hand moving to bring your other leg up around his waist.

He supports his weight with his arms and you wind your own around his neck, a smile gracing your features.

“Do I really need an excuse to spend a morning in bed with my girl?”

You purse your lips as if you’re really thinking hard about the question, and he rolls his eyes.

“I’ll tickle you, Angel, you know I will.”

One of his hands drops to your waist to make his threat all the more real, and you jolt, dropping your own hand to rest on his.

“No!”

He chuckles, nose bumping against yours for a moment before he drops his head to the crook of your neck.

“I love waking up with you, James, you know that. The best part of my day.”

He pulls back a bit to look at you when you lift the hand on your waist up to your mouth.

You place kiss after delicate kiss to his metal hand, your eyes locked with his.

“When I wake up and you’re still here with me I know I’m going to have a good day. You’re my good luck charm, James.” He smiles down at you, the expression so tender and so full of love, real love, that you need to look away from him.

“Same goes for you, sweet girl. Wakin’ up next to you gives me hope. Reminds me that there’s still good in this world worth fightin’ for.”

His words melt you into a puddle of love and adoration on the bed, and tears of joy tingle behind your eyes.

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, pretty girl. The best damn thing. I used to think that findin’ Steve again was the best but no... finding you... that’s been my biggest blessing.” His head drops to your sternum, resting gently there.

“I’ve done bad things... you know that. I’ve hurt people... and for a long time, I thought that I just... I deserved everything bad that the world had to offer. And then fate o-or destiny or God, I don’t know which, drops you in front of me. The sweetest peach on the tree, prettiest flower in the whole garden. And you’re all mine.”

You cast your eyes to the side bashfully then shake your head at him.

“You deserve the word, James. I’m just sorry that I can’t give it to you.”

He lifts his head from your chest and gives you a gentle smile.

“You’re all the world I need, dove.”

You bump your hip up against his and he rolls onto his back, pulling you with him.

You lie against his torso peacefully, ear pressed to his chest to listen to the steady thumping of his heart while he traces along your back some more.

With you cradled against his chest, he realizes that maybe, he might not hate the mornings as much as he thought or as much as everyone else thinks.

He loves the mornings.

James Buchanan Barnes is a morning person, only when those mornings are spent with you.

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[lexiawrittings]

The Compromise. I

PAIRING.

Dark!CEO!Steve Rogers x Reader.

SUMMARY.

Wealthy CEO, Steve Rogers is a businessman before everything. All he ever wanted is to be the best, richest and smartest, owning all the finest companies. His priority: be better in affairs than his father.

But when a huge opportunity is offered to him, Steve would do anything in his power to seize it. And he’s ready to make a sweet and dangerous deal with you. Even though you are not willing to make a compromise with him.

A/N.

Political Relationship/Marriage? AU. Dark AU.

This is DARK. ANGST (i’m sorry) & SMUT (explicit sexual content) +18. Breeding Kink - sort of... Non-Con & Dub-Con. Mentions of Political Marriage. Mentions of Relationship/Marriage of Convenience. Swearing.

Here it is. One of my favorite story. Hopefully you will enjoyed it too. As always, thank you very much for reading! Don’t hesitate to leave your thoughts, comments, and feedback. (sorry for the layout at then, bugs from Tumblr)

A lots of Love! Lex!xxx

P.S: Gif is not mine, credits to the owner and maker.

WORDS.2942ish.

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Being the assistant of the wealthy, arrogant, sexy Steve Rogers has its perks. Your income was very high so you could buy anything you ever wanted. You could use his name anytime you wished to impress your relatives, or friends when they were visiting you for booking the best tables in the greatest and luxurious restaurants in Manhattan. And, one of the greatest benefits of them all was that you could have the best sex you ever had with this gorgeous man. It was one of his “arrangements“ with you. Every once in a while, Steve Rogers, solemn and clever, needed a release from his stressful business life. He was the one who decided the when and where without any confirmation on your part. He just scheduled the meeting in your daily calendar like it was one of his business luncheon. And you showed up.

That’s why, on this Saturday evening you were, naked, sweaty, and panting hard under his muscular chest. Steve was thrusting into you, again and again, hitting the soft delicious spot inside your pussy. You clenched his thick cock once, biting your lips watching him grunted.

“ Baby! “ Steve moaned, still moving above you. He descended one hand caressing your skin stopping between your thighs. The blond man started to stroke your clit with his fingers, urgently. “ Come for me. ” He whispered his red mouth still wet from your previous orgasm. “ Come all around me.“

The bed was creaking with your movement in his darkroom. You were pressed into the mattress, feeling your climax coming once again deep inside your core. Steve pushed harder inside of you, feeling you were almost there. You grazed his smooth back with your nails arching your back as you reached your peak, deliciously hot and blissful. You whimpered, squeezing him hard. Steve swore under his breath, putting his head into the crook of your neck, he came in a low and deep groan, his hips jerking at each spasm, his cock throbbing inside of you. You breathed hard under him, softly kissing his shoulder. Your eyelids were heavy from tiredness but you felt euphoric. His hot breath was fanning your neck, his sweaty chest was against your naked breast. Steve swallowed as he braced himself from you, one hand next to your head the other stroking softly your clit making you shiver. He took himself out, looking at you, he frowned, concentrating.

“ Did you send the fiscal papers to the Financial Department? “ He asked a bit out of breath. His head was clear and turned into business mode.  

You nodded once. You didn't know how after all of the sex, he could still think about work.

“ And did you send the e-mail to Stark? The one with the new numbers? “ He continued his voice hoarse.

You nodded again, confused. Because his voice was CEOish but his hand on your stomach was gentle.

“ Good. “ Steve replied.

He licked his lips humming his approval as he tasted your sweet juice on his tongue. He smirked seeing your eyes darkened from the sight closely watching him, but he pushed his body away from you and get up on the steady ground of his bedroom’s floor. He started to walked toward his bathroom, naked like the day he was born.

“ Monday I have a meeting with Wilson & Barnes, don’t forget to buy the beverage, Miss Smith. “ He informed you, his back, turned to you. You could saw the long scratch of your nails on his skin.  

You sighed, watching him closed the door of the bathroom. It was back to Miss Smith again. It wasn’t your last name, but Steve Rogers wasn’t the greatest of the boss. And if he used this name it meant that your night together was over and it was the time for you to go home. It was your deal between the two of you since you started to work at Rogers Inc. You were the best assistant ever, he was a jerk and arrogant boss, and sometimes the two of you will meet, preferably in his apartment, and had sex. Just wild and sensual sex, with no feeling and attachment. For him for sure. But for you, it was difficult each day to fool you that you haven’t any feelings, for him. You were lost, one part of you liked the tender man, he was sometimes. And another part of you was scared of how harsh, brutal, and dark he could be when he wanted something.

°°°

“ I heard Rumlow is on the market again, trying to buy Stark Industries. “ James Buchanan Barnes stated, smiling behind his hand, watching his best friend getting angrier at the information. “ Even though he filed for bankruptcy last year, the word in the street is that a private investor gave him the money to buy one of the biggest companies in the world.” “ I don’t believe this lie, Buck’. “ Steve told him completely annoyed that his oldest rival/enemy was back in the game. “ I am the one who will buy Stark’s company. Tony trusts me. “ He continued, turning his chair back to the men to watch the biggest and tallest skyscrapers of New York City through the huge windows of his office. “ The only thing Tony trusts, my man, “ Sam smiled, raising himself from the white couch buttoning his jacket. “ Is money. “ He finally revealed, pointing at the glass door at his associate, he left the room a grin on his lips.

It was barely 10 a.m and Steve Rogers was already mad. The week had just begun.

“ Contact your father, Steve. I’m sure he will have a solution.“ Bucky raised himself from his seat his eyes following Sam leaning against the main desk in the waiting area. The dark-haired man sighed frowning at his colleague who was currently flirting with Steve’s assistant. The CEO couldn’t see them but he could hear them giggling in the lobby. His irritation was going up reaching a new level of anger. “ My father will blackmail me or worse bully me into something I don’t want to, for me to get the money. ” Steve replied without turning his back from the beautiful skyline of the city. “ Yes. “ Bucky admitted walking toward the door. “ But, in the end, you would possess the most important industrial firm in the world. “ He explained, his eyes watching the head of his friend, over his shoulder. He shook his head, before leaving the office closing the door behind him.

Steve knew that Bucky was right. He had to ask his father for the money or he could say goodbye to one of his biggest dream for his career: merging Stark company with his own. He turned around, turning his computer on to make a deal with the devil. Without turning his head from the screen, Steve hit one button on his telephone.

“ Miss Smith, I need you for a moment. “ He talks directly to the interphone set on the device and pushed his finger away.

You entered the office, less than a minute later. A pen and a notepad in your hand already ready to write his orders. He didn’t acknowledge you, still taping on the flat and white keyboard. A couple of minutes later, Steve finished his e-mail. He pressed send then he raised himself from his chair, tucking his tie and buttoning his expensive jacket. He walked around his desk finally looking at you. You had waited for him for the exactitude of two minutes and thirty seconds, but it wasn’t the first time he was a complete asshole to you. It won’t be the last time either.

" Follow me to the Financial Department, I need to know the exact numbers we could pull out for Stark Industries. " He informed you, still walking. " What ordered do I make to the kitchen for your lunch, sir? " You asked, nodding but also preparing your pen to write his answer. " Nothing. I’m going out for lunch and will remain out for the most part of this afternoon too.” He informed you, as he stopped in front of your frame. “Cancelled my appointments.”

You paused for a nanosecond at the new information settle in before putting your pen and small notepad in your skirt pocket. Steve was about to walk around you but he suddenly took your wrist into a firm grip in his hand. His eyes were darker and full of promising threats. You gasped surprised by his sudden movement. And then you felt it, the burning feeling from his tight hold, you winced under his angry face. He pulled on your wrist making you collided into his chest, with his other hand he raised your head, one finger under your chin. Your eyes met his cold blue one.

" It’s the first and last time I hear you flirting with one of my friends, sweetheart. Do you understand? " He asked his voice grave and low, his lips barely moving.

You nodded biting your lips under his glare. Steve leaned his mouth to yours, put a simple kiss on your lips. One. Tender. Then, he released you from his grip, stepping beside you to open the door. You let a quiet gasp escape your lips as you stroked the tender flesh of your wrist.

" Let’s go, Miss Smith, we haven’t all day. " He cried out without turning around, striding into the lobby toward the elevator.

Confused you followed him, tears in your eyes. You paused next to him, waiting for the elevator. Discomfort growing inside your chore.

" Miss Smith, you will do a quick reckon on Mr. Brock Rumlow while I’m away. I need to know everything. From the professors he had in preschool to the girls he's currently banging. " Steve commanded you as the metal doors open up in front of you. " Yes, sir. " You sniffed, quickly wiping away a tear from your cheek taking your small notepad and pen from your pocket you took notes.

Steve step inside. You followed him but pushed yourself at the back in one of the four corners, putting as much distance as possible between the two of you, making yourself small. The elevator closed the doors and start his descent to the floors below. Steve turned around his back to you. " Stop crying, baby. You know how much it makes me hard. " Steve said to you, his voice low. He took his phone from inside his jacket and started scrolling "And, I don’t have the time to fuck you, right now. “

With a trembling hand, you wiped away the remaining tears on your skin. You bite your lips your sighted set on his long fingers tapping the screen. Sometimes Steve Rogers could be much worse than a simple asshole. He could be frightening.

°°°

It  turned out to be a horrible and awful Monday as the day goes on and on. Steve was angry at everything. Pushing the bag, harder with his fists, he didn’t hear you walk into the gym room of the building. The night had felt in New York City, and almost every employee had returned home. Except you. You couldn’t leave until he did. Steve was wearing his sports clothes, a white t-shirt with sweat pants. His forehead and face were coated in sweat. He had returned to the office two hours ago without telling you anything. He just took his gym bag and went straight to this room. The space was large and clear with numerous sports machines. You leaned your side against the wall, a big folder in your hands.

Finally, Steve stopped hitting the punching ball. Panting, he put his hair away from his eyes.

" Did you finished what I asked you about Rumlow? " Steve asked, starting to take away the white bandage from his hand.                                                        " Yes. " You answered, clearing your voice. " I searched and classified every single information I could find on him. " You waved the folder to him. " From birth to present day. "

But Steve didn’t look at you. His thought turned on what his father had told him over their lunch earlier. “ Find a sweet wife, and makes an heir. I don’t want to see my name tainted and ending with you. “ Sweet words. His father was the worst but he had accepted to give him enough money to gather with what his financial team could bring from his company. It would be more than enough to beat Brock and buy Stark Industries but he still had to look for a wife and make a damn baby. He wasn’t the romantic kind of guy. Steve didn’t believe in love and all the other bullshit the media was brainwashing the world with. He loved sex and was pretty damn good at it. But what drove him was to grow his business and be the best. To be better than his father. And he was one step away from it and nobody or anyone will stop him.

" That’s great, Miss Smith. " He nodded taking the last bit of the bandage from his left hand before taking off the bandage from the right one. " Will you marry me, Y/N? " Steve asked not once raising his head from his fingers.

You froze feeling that you haven’t heard him well. You frowned taken aback by the words that came out of his mouth. You didn’t know if you should be more shocked at him for using your real name in three years or by his proposal. You swallowed hard waiting for him to laugh at you. And announced that all of it was a joke. A bad joke. Steve finally turned his blue sight toward you, raising an eyebrow, waiting for a reply.

" Well? " He asked impatiently, finishing with his bandage.                                    " Oh, you are serious! " You exclaimed your mouth wide open, and almost dropping the huge folder on the floor.                                                                                         " Of course, I’m serious. " Steve replied annoyed throwing his stuff in his large sports bag.

Surprise, you dropped your gaze on the ground. Marriage? Marriage was such a big thing, celebrating and vowing in front of your friends and family to love each other for the rest of your life until death comes to break us apart. For you, it was something to do when you were in love but it wasn’t what Steve had in mind.

" You are great at your job, sexy and I like to have sex with you. " He enumerated looking at you and putting his hands on his hips. " I’m not taking no for an answer. So when we should get married, the sooner the better. " He continued his face dead serious looking at you.

You were so confused and baffled by all this, looking at him like a second head had grown on his neck. What the fuck was happening? You shook your head, making a step back to the door. He was insane. Seeing you moving back, Steve took two long strides to reach you before you could escape from him. Extracting the folder from your hold, he threw it across the gym room, papers flying around felt on the ground. Steve put his hands on both of your cheeks. He raised your head pulling it closer to his own. Scared, you look at his eyes. The word dangerous flashing around your mind.

" I told you, I won’t take no for answer. " He murmured his lips brushing yours. "When we will get married I will offer you everything that you desire. I’m filthy rich it’s almost indecent, sweetheart. You will have everything and more." He explained to you stroking your cheek, his dark eyes looking at your teary and fearful one. " A house, cars, clothes anything you want. All I asked in return is a couple of kids. " Steve whispered low against your lips. He brushed his hard-on in his pants against your lower stomach emphasizing his thought. " It will be your kids, I will send them to the best schools, they will have everything they want." He dry-humped your stomach, wiping a few tears on your cheeks with his thumbs, excited watching you frightened. 

Steve was certainly insane selling this dream life to you. You needed to think alone, away from his pushy behavior. Closing your eyes, you tried to shrink away from his grasps but he was holding you tightly. You opened your eyes more tears falling on your cheeks, scared you shook your head once again.

" I-I… " You stuttered, choking a sob as you watched him smirked in front of you.                                                                                                                                     " I told you, baby. I won’t take no for an answer. " He said quietly and pressed a kiss on your lips. He took one of your trembling hands from your side, pulled on it, and guided it inside his sweat pants and underwear. You gasped breaking away from him. You felt his hand forcing yours to pump his thick cock in his clothing. " I already told you, seeing you cried makes me horny, baby. " He mumbled in a low voice. " Horny and hard, just for you. " Steve reminded you, groaning at your touch.

He put his forehead against yours, feeling your hand all around him. He guided you to stroke him as he liked you too. You whimpered sobbing, not knowing what to do. Watching the tears falling on your cheeks, his cock throbbed inside of both of your hands. He darkly smiled at you before putting his lips on yours, pushing his tongue inside your mouth.

You will be his perfect little wife.

°°°

Two. Thee. Four. Five.

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‘infinity war cast play: family feud

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ ➢ following along the family feud that the cast of the avengers played during infinity war

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ᴅɪꜱᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀꜱ ➢ fluff, sweet/jealous seb, funny marvel moments in general

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ ꜱᴘᴇᴀᴋꜱ ➢ wanted to start this idea but never got to write it, hope it gets love since it was fun to write and i just enjoyed it in general

every time you and the cast would wrap up a movie was great because it meant you guys would have interviews and press tours to attend. for you, the games and trivia games were the ones you all really enjoyed because it just would be chaotic.

still it would a great time, you got along with everyone so no drama would surround you guys which was a good thing when you work with other actors. when you first started working with marvel, you hit it off with mackie at first, during captain america: the winter soldier.

your publicist makes sure you had time to move things around so that you could make it the live event with the rest of the cast.

you and sebastian were together but didn’t live with each other since you two were still waiting for the right time to move in together. anthony would tease you guys, saying you’re both married but not being committed. all jokes aside, you two did love each other but time would take it’s course and you would be happy soon enough.

when you arrived surrounding to the Los Angeles press junket, you met a few co-stars back stage. obviously you saw all the girls—with you adored. when you saw your boyfriend, you ran sneakily behind him before scaring him slightly. he jumped back from his seat where he was talking to anthony and letitia about something.

anthony looked up seeing your face, “you finally showed up. he was getting worried.” he chuckled before getting up to hug you while you hugged back letting go to see letitia and greet her as well. you turned to sebastian seeing that he was wearing something remotely similar to your outfit.

he wore a black and white stripped jacket which you wore one like that but it was a tad different with a matching skirt. he eyes you up and down seeing what you were wearing this time, letitia gawked at the couple matching even if it was accidentally. “you guys look so cute.” she squealed rapidly pointing at both of them as they both chuckled.

anthony hummed, “huh. what’s up with matchy matchy?” he questioned them as sebastian shrugged honestly not getting how they would of done that. the man obviously thought she looked gorgeous in that skirt and jacket so it didn’t bother him at all. “i think you look beautiful.” he admired you as you blushed and buried your head in his crock of his neck while thanking him.

anthony rolled his eyes until the russo brothers came telling everyone that it was time to start the family feud game and start the live broadcast. you walked towards everyone, where the russo brothers went to place you all in teams: blue vs purple.

anthony and joe did anything to keep mackie and seb from the opposite teams to not create that much chaos or to create it which didn’t matter. you went on the blue team with chris, scarlett, letitia, anthony and bautista. then the red team consisting with benedict, zoe, mark, chris hemsworth, pom and sebastian.

you greeted your team waiting for them to start as you made small talk with anthony and dave as you were in the middle of both of them. once the russo’s started—it was all chaotic from that point. “why don’t the blue team introduce themselves.” joe spoke looking at the blue team.

everyone from the team would get and when it got you mackie, he just was being a fool but so hilarious whenever he spoke. “i’m anthony mackie, i’m a libra.” bringing up his sign for anyone. “I’m y/n y/l/n.” you would smile when it would get to you.

the other team would do the same, then making the russo’s to explain how the game would work and all the rules. once you all got the hang of it, chris and zoe ended up being the first ones to make it and compete against each other. “which infinity war character would put on the best concert?”

zoe getting it first because pratt was slow, said his character which she got right being the first one on the answer board. benedict would repeat zoe’s answer not understanding the concept of family feud as the whole blue team would tease him on that. “good answer!” anthony laughed making you look up and chuckle as he defended himself.

“i’m english! whoa, stop.” joe explained it the english man and he looked relieved after he got the idea, getting the right answer again. when it got to sebastian he said dr. strange and got it correct then getting close to three strikes when it was at zoe.

the russo’s giving out clues and hints didn’t make the blue team wasn’t pleased because it was too easy for them. “what! you cheatin, you think steve harvey would give a hint?” chris would yell out to joe then you would agree with him. them all laughing at chris getting annoyed but not in a serious manner.

you would see that they would go and talk and you stopped them as they weren’t exactly playing the right way. “wait? you guys can’t confirm.” you spoke up pointing at zoe trying to talk to pom and the rest of her team. joe would confirm that, that would be true.

zoe trying to get another clue but the blue team interfering with her telling her no more clues. “okay, you know what. basta. i’m going to say rocket.” when her and benedict got them wrong it would be time for the blue team to steal.

chris would pull you guys together to confirm he answer but mackie kept repeating where their clue was—you would remind him that you thought that was the clue. “what? no, that’s their clue! who producing this?” you would look over to see them talking about who to pick. “well if it’s a guardian... then who did we already say? we said drax, already said star lord, we said rocket. so groot?” you implied.

letitia nodded when chris still wasn’t sure if that was the answer looking at the camera trying to get an answer from the fans. “feed me the answer. mackie says it groot but i don’t trust mackie—yes, you do!” mackie would say.

“i say trust him—thank you!” you would say making anthony hugging you when sebastian would glare at him making him laugh out loud looking back at him. letting go and telling joe that, they picked groot for the answer. “do they say groot for the win?” joe asked making the board ding causing the blue team to cheer for the win that they just got.

the next question being who would they take to prom... as letitia would take your answer, you’d have to figure on out when make chose his answer. “as much as i don’t like him. and his great hair.. uh bucky.” anthony paused. obviously getting the right answer and it being number one. anthony would look at sebastian but he would shake his head getting flustered.

it was your turn and you couldn’t say anything because you honestly had no idea, “alright y/n, you are up.” you hummed trying to see if you could think of someone on the spot. “look around.” they would try to help you to get a answer, anthony looking at you grinning.

“come on. imma look away cause you’re thinkin about me.” he would say looking the other way dramatically making you laugh then patting his shoulder clicking your tongue. “okay, i’m going to say uh... the falcon, sam wilson?” anthony grinning at you tilting his head while showing his bicep.

sebastians head rapidly going up when she chose anthony, “boo!” he booed putting a thumbs down and blowing raspberries at her direction. everyone laughing at his jealousy as you frowned feeling bad, “i’m sorry!” you quietly said as joe kept moving on. “alright facebook did you say sam wilson?” he asked the board and it dinged making anthony cheer at his name on the list.

almost finishing the questions, it was between mackie and hemsworth picking who would win in a staring contest. going around the purple team, they all started to get all the answer right and it went to seb. he looked around stoping at you and just staring, “i’m going with y/c/n.” you shook your head then waiting to see the answer. “did you say y/c/n, the sorceress?” he got that right making them all cheer.

they all go in a line getting all the answers right when seb was up again, “don’t screw it up bucky like you always do.” anthony yelled out making him stare up at him intensely, “what did you say to me—you heard what i said.” they kept going back and forth with each other.

you kept trying to contain yourself from laughing as they were so childish between themselves. “i’m gonna go with the falcon.” sebastian said staring at him continuously. when it came on the screen, you put your head down in disbelief.

the next round was you and sebastian and when you didn’t go up because you didn’t know it was your turn, joe told you to go up. you looked at him and walked to him. you put your hands in your pockets, seeing seb waiting for you. “oh oh. this is about to become intense, girlfriend vs boyfriend.” joe teased when you smiled and put you hand over seb’s.

you pulled away getting ready to answer your question and you probably knew it would work out because you hated being pressured. anthony russo looked at both of you and mentioned how you guys were matching, “you guys are matching, just noticed that—isn’t it cute!” letitia yelled but getting shushed by you.

“okay, which infinity war character takes the longest to get ready in the morning?” when he announced it you did your best to press the button by sebastian had quicker reflexes then you. you groaned watching him chuckle, “i swear my button is broken.” you complained but it was all jokes because you just lost.

“i think it works—mmh, no it’s broken. hurry say your answer.” you rolled your eyes wanting to hurry and leave, “downey. tony stark.” when the answer popped up you rolled your eyes, swatting your hand away. seb went over to hug you as you sighed but hugged him back anyway.

the ending was horrible because the opposite team won making you annoyed... you ended up having a good time with your friends. you walked passed all of them to use the bathroom and you went to open the door, you were tackled by some hands making you squeal.

you turned around to see sebastian and you sighed then when you composed yourself, you hit his shoulder. “don’t do that. i was about to hurt you.” he chuckled lowering his hands to your waist and pulling you close. “i missed you.” he mumbled kissing the side of your cheek. “we have to hurry for the press, then you can miss me even more.”

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SAMBUCKY BOOKMARKS

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I Am Trying to Break Your Heart by Lunar_Pull

Today is the day that Steve received an invitation to the love of his life’s wedding.

Philopatry by Areiton

"I want to be safe," he says. "But I'm not." "Then why come here? Why put me at risk?" Something flickers in his eyes, little boy lost and utterly cold, and it makes Sam want to give the dude a hug and also pull his sidearm. "I have no reason to hurt you," Winter says. "I don't want to hurt you," Bucky adds, earnestly.

farmhouse by Tazmaster

"You know, I think I'd want a farmhouse."

"A what?" Sam turns to look at him, slightly annoyed. This was the first thing Bucky has said in the past hour and a half they've been cramped in this god forsaken car. He had a knack for impulsively voicing his dumb thoughts at the worst times, but whenever you wanted to know what was actually going on in that head of his, he'd never say.

They were staking out the front gate of a large mansion, very much not a farmhouse. It was mind numbingly boring, being stuck in a beetle with absolutely nothing else to do than stare at the gaudy gates of some rich asshole.

"A farmhouse," Bucky repeats nonchalantly, "If we ever get out of this business, or you know, live long enough to retire maybe--- I want a farmhouse. With a lot of animals."

---

Bucky keeps talking about a farmhouse and it drives Sam crazy, that is until he finally asks why.

Employee Discount by bopeep for queenmab_scherzo

Sam Wilson doesn't love working in a store that makes him wear vanity-sized polos and breathe in clouds of men's cologne like the worst kind of GQ aromatherapy, but the view from his cash register across the mall to the Hot Topic and the sullen Dark Prince of Wallet Chains he loves to hate may just beat the minimum wage blues.

In warm water, swimming down by targaryen_melodrama

“Why are you hiding?””Tired.”Bucky raises an eyebrow. “So you decided to swim.”“So I decided to be alone.”Bucky’s quiet for a moment. “I can go, if you want.”It’s the last thing Sam wants.

I figured out what the slashes mean by Teaismycoffee

Sam, Steve and Bucky are all living together in a safe house. Bucky and Sam discover fan fiction written about them. Steve doesn't approve. Sam and Bucky are really into secretly reading fan fiction together, or maybe it isn't the fan fiction part they are really into.

Chicken Soup for the Soul by bioloyg

“S’not my bed time,” Sam says as he buries his face in Bucky’s upper arm. Bucky laughs. “Tough. You’re sick.” Sam lets out a loan groan and says, “But my bed is cold. I was so warm, why’d you move me?” “Because your neck would’ve hated you if I didn’t.” He tries not to be so amused by how fussy Sam is when he’s both sick and half-asleep. It’s cute. ~ A fic wherein Bucky takes care of a sick Sam.

two nights in L.A. by CapnWinghead

Bucky kindly volunteered Sam to be a groomsman for Scott’s upcoming wedding. Of course, that meant Sam and Bucky had to go to the bachelor party.

at the end of the war (what's mine is yours) by notcaycepollard

They don't talk about it: that's how it works.

I'd Like That by honestlydarkprincess

Sam has been up for over 24 hours and has been dreaming about his Coffee Caramel Fudge non-dairy ice cream since about the 18-hour mark. When he gets to the store, there's only one carton of it left and, unfortunately for the guy innocently holding said carton, Sam's not leaving without it.

Or, the one where Sam is sleep deprived, yells at a cute guy, and gets both ice cream and a phone number out of it.

Ready, Set, Date! by bioloyg

Bucky wants to sleep, Natasha wants to find him a date for Steve's wedding (so he'll leave her alone), and Sam is the best thing about this whole speed dating disaster. But, Sam's not in the speed date rotations - he's at a different table weathering through dates just like Bucky is. ~ "Three dates in, Bucky decides he has made one of the worst decisions in all of his life by coming here. His first date had been an attractive enough man by the name of Greg. He introduces himself as “The Big G,” to which Sam laughs at in the middle of introducing himself to his own date. Greg likes to talk about cars a lot, which is fine. Bucky also likes cars. The only problem is that Greg’s love for cars borders on… erotic."

We'll rise up free and easy by Sarsaparilla, woofgender

Steve and Natasha are away on a mission when Sam receives intel about the Winter Soldier’s location. When he follows the lead, Sam finds something unexpected—but despite his initial impression, it’s certainly not all bad. (Post-CATWS, not AOU- or CACW-compliant.)

__________ "'Jesus Christ,' Sam said, 'Are you planning on fighting an entire army?'

Barnes looked up from examining the sights of a sniper rifle. '...no,' he said, a little guiltily, and adjusted one of the--five? Six? guns he’d already strapped to himself."

love is in the air (i smell coffee) by Flora_K, hermionesmydawg

Sam Wilson - graduate student, part-time barista, part-time salesman, and full-time father - doesn't have time to sleep, much less date. At least, that's what he tells himself.

Up at Night by bioloyg for lunaaltare

With Halloween nearing, Sam is feeling more in the mood for a scary movie than usual. He'd never watch one on his own though, so he invites his roommate to pick one out and join in on movie night. or Prompt fill for Samtember ~ "It’s quiet for a while after that. Like always, the two of them start on opposite sides of the queen sized bed with at least a foot of space between them. And, like always, they drift closer to one another as time passes, though whether it’s habitual or instinctual Sam would never dare delve into."

flowers in darkness, the moon above the sea by 27dis

Sam enjoyed his job, really.

But, not when a certain person came in.

A quick detour and a sudden arrival by iwillnotbecaged for heuradys

He found Wilson shivering in the snow, left for dead. Sloppy.

You couldn’t trust the elements to do your job for you. They were rarely so obliging.

A mission gone awry, unexpected help, and close quarters makes for an interesting couple of days.

Don't lock the door on me by TuskFM

Sam’s desperately trying to sleep when he gets a visit from the Winter Soldier at three a.m., bleeding and asking for help. Sam’s not the kind of guy who let someone bleed out on his front door, even if the said someone threw him off an helicarrier and stole his wheel.

and i run, further than before by hermionesmydawg

"What do they call you?" Bucky carefully pulls out an equal amount of caramel and cheese kernels of popcorn and pops them into his mouth. "Birdman?"

"No."

"Captain Canary?"

"Hell no."

"The Winged Avenger?"

"Falcon, dammit, and I am not an Avenger," Sam snaps, and now he's kinda pissed because yes, it's a bird name. He didn't sign up for this kind of ridicule from an amnesiac assassin.

***

Basically, the 5 times Sam actually found Bucky and the 1 time he tried to hide from him. Don't tell Steve.

Exquisite Flavor by enchantedlightningwrites for honestlyfrance

W&M's Grand Corner's growing to be one of the popular restaurants in New York, where Sam Wilson works as a chef for his sister. A wedding's in a few weeks and he has no idea on what to do about it. Notorious for his picky taste and blunt reviews, Bucky 'Winter Wolf' Barnes pays a visit. Little did he know, food could really win one's heart and lands on his stomach.

He's a Beta, You Hear That? by 27dis

Reasons why Sam didn’t realize Bucky was courting him this entire time: 1. He is a beta 2. He is oblivious 3. He thought Bucky is way out of his league 4. He is a beta for fuck’s sake

See? It’s hardly his fault for not noticing it. Why was Bucky flirting with him anyw—

Oh. Oh.

Or; Bucky swore flirting with someone was never this hard before.

stay where we belong by glittercake

He doesn't know what the hell he's doing when he turns around and shouts, "Yo! You know what—" and Barnes turns on his heel in a flash, "It's getting late, man. Looks like rain."

Sam motions to the grey sky above, and Barnes follows his eyes beyond the hanging Willow branches. "Yeah? What are you saying?"

He's got that terribly smug look on his face, the one Sam can't stand but kind of misses when it's not irritating him. But mostly, he can't stand it, "Nothing! Forget about it!"

Arms Spread Out Wide, Turn Falling Into Flight by irisesandlilies

It was easy, nothing has ever been easy for Bucky. Except this, and that terrifies him.

Years in the making by glittercake

Bucky and Sam meet as two young soldiers, but the time is never quite right to make it anything more. Until it eventually is.

or

Sam refuses to let himself fall in love while he's deployed. Bucky pines endlessly for years about the prettiest bird he’s ever seen. Sam’s no better.

If At First You Don't Succeed by SonnyD

Bucky finally gains the courage to tell Sam about his feelings. He comes up with a list of methods to woo him that were bound to succeed. He didn't account for each and every one of them failing in unexpected ways. The five times that Bucky attempts to woo Sam and the one time that Sam returns the favour.

if i could take us back, if i could just do that... by safelikespringtime

Bucky laughed, cheeks flushing red, “I’m glad you didn't. Don't know what I’d do without my wingman.” Sam groaned, poking Bucky’s side, “That was awful.” Bucky laughed. “You couldn’t survive without me. We both know it.”

How right he was.

***

Sam dies. Bucky mourns.

Strawberries and Cigarettes always taste like you by winterscaptsam

There’s a sweet agonizing simplicity in leaving behind your safe haven, like the thrill of adrenaline, reaching the top of Everest, allowed to admire its beautiful icy view but with the everlasting fear of not making it back down. Maybe that's why it was a natural instinct for Bucky to reach out for the closest thing that felt like home, slowly then all at once falling for the sweet warmth of mahogany eyes, what soon became his safe haven.

Baked With Love by Siancore

Bucky Barnes’ family owns a bakery in a small town. High school has long been over, and Bucky is dying to move to the city to pursue a musical career with his band. And his future looks promising, if he can just persuade his father to let him leave his job behind at their struggling family bakery.

It is no secret that Bucky used to love baking with his father, but things change. He just can’t fathom wasting his life away watching rising dough and hot ovens. With his mind made up to leave, Bucky convinces his father to advertise for a replacement. While interviewing candidates to fill the position he has vacated, Bucky meets Sam Wilson: An easy-going guy who is as eager about baking as Bucky is about leaving. They bond over baking and become close. Love looks like it is ready to bloom between them if Bucky, in his haste to escape, does not ruin it.

Beneath this Crown by winterscaptsam

Sam traces his fingers from James’ hairline, down to his jaw, resting the pad of his thumb on James lips. He will let himself relish in this feeling. Not even the sculptors, painters or poets could carve their words and materials to accurately describe this.

“Do you think the history books will remember us?” Sam had once asked. And James’ words were made of the purest of golds, “my love, we will be legends for the children yet to come.”

Or

Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes' love story, one a prince and the other a knight.

make my body come alive (i've got a right to hurt inside) by notcaycepollard

The body is weak. The body is hungry and soft and human. He looks at himself in the mirror, the bones of his shoulders, his cheeks hollowed out from hunger, and he thinks, gentle, you didn’t deserve this.

safe like spring time by quidhitch

“I already told you it looks good. What more is there?”

“I don’t know, man, you’re gonna live here. I just wish I knew a little bit more about how that’s sitting with you.”

Sam knows Bucky feels fine. What Sam’s probably actually after is how he feels about the fact neither of them have anywhere else to go, not with Natasha dead and Steve wrinkly. Therapists. Even the good ones, always so circular.

“I like the terrace,” Bucky offers, mostly to appease him.

Airy Laundry by AmarieMelody

Sam watches what happens when Bucky buys a clothesline.

lucky by CapnWinghead

In retrospect, it took Bucky an embarrassingly long time to realize that everyone and Scott's mom thought he and Sam were dating.

not an end, but (the start of all things) by notcaycepollard

They keep driving, for lack of anything better to do. A mission, Sam had said, and maybe that's true; maybe wherever they're headed is the way out, the way up.

So You Run On Gasoline by 343EnderSpark, ABitNotGoodieBag, OriginalCeenote

Bucky may have bitten off more than he could chew with this job, he thinks, as he ambles along the sidewalk to the cafe after leaving campus. He is running off the fumes of exhaustion and hasn’t had more than 3 hours of uninterrupted sleep in the past week. Between his students and his thesis, he knows that it’s foolish to try so hard to hang on to his barista gig, but DC isn’t a cheap place to live and Bucky can’t live with other people.

Bucky is just trying his best, despite being a human disaster.

we could jump the state lines (we only get the one life) by notcaycepollard

It starts in Paris.

“You can’t steal things just because you like them,” Sam tells Bucky, feeling innately that this is a losing battle, and Bucky cocks his head to the side, considers Sam very thoughtfully.

“Really,” he says. “I’m stealing you, aren’t I?”

we were a fire with no smoke by notcaycepollard

Sam can’t help but roll his eyes. Take the boys out of New York but they’re still Brooklyn Catholics, that’s clear enough. Bucky catches the gesture, smirks hard enough Sam can see his eye teeth. It should be dangerous but he’s beautiful, pale and charming and recklessly easy.

“You wanna come in?” Sam asks, ignoring the noise Steve makes, and Bucky’s smile gets wider.

“Yeah,” he says. Steps up close to Sam. “I do.”

Peace Begins with a Smile by Siancore

Bucky just likes the way Sam smiles.

They're Good Drones, Brent by chase_acow

When Redwing becomes infected with an alien A.I., Sam has to balance the needs of the team with his own curiosity about his new partner. Redwing isn’t the only one acting strange, he also needs to get to the bottom of Bucky’s weirdness. It takes a training exercise gone wrong that Redwing and Sam might not survive for their secrets to be exposed.

Wet Asphalt (This Is What Love Is) by ObviouslyOtter

Soft words in the dark tell us all we need to know about love. Better when they come from the person you need to hear it from most. It's crueler when you don't realize it till afterward.

Or

Sam and Bucky go out shopping for candles.

i'm gone by bi_marvel

After infiltrating a Hydra base, Sam and Bucky are sent to a safe house, and there's only one bed. Oh, golly, I wonder what will happen!

Covert Coffee & Flirtation Special by glittercake

The reporter says "—for Captain America to—"

And Bucky rolls his eyes. "Oh, here we go."

Sam looks at him then tips his head sideways, got a weird grin on his face. "Not a fan?"

"Not that. Just… the guy seems too good to be true, right? Wings and a shield? Come on."

"Uh, is that why your eyes are like glued to the screen whenever he's on?" Kate says. "Is that why you call him Captain Tight Ass?"

"He's a goddamn show-off, and you know it. Tight ass or not."

Just then Sam snorts, real loud, grabs his coffee and suffers a horribly controlled laugh on his way out the door.

The Starting Line by birdlight

A Series

Lone and Level Sands by quantum_consciousness

The almost-smile disappears off Sam’s face and he takes a step deeper into the water, and he starts unbuttoning his shirt as he wades further. One look over his shoulder and he chucks the shirt to shore, and Sam dives into the water. The ache in Bucky’s chest deepens as Sam swims. He supposes, Sam has lost a lot more, he supposes, sometimes Sam feels as lonely as he used to.

in which love doesn’t ruin us by joesnick

“Idiot,” Bucky said, so natural and deliberate that she couldn’t hear well but it was there. Relief and happiness under a small light. “Don’t do that to me again.”

“Hey, I’m here,” Sam said, before getting closer and pressing his forehead against Bucky’s. “I’m here.” They ran out of words. They didn’t need them, not at that moment. Their steadying breaths and their tenderness, saved only for each other and fed by each other, was all they needed.

Ride of Shared Melodies by enchantedlightningwrites for honestlyfrance

Two strangers, Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson meet in an unexpected encounter in the airplane. Over the course of the ride, they discover their mutual love for music and connect.

Let's Fly Away by Unclesteeb

"If I could fly, I could go anywhere. I could do anything.”

Sam’s mom gives his shoulder a gentle pat. “You can in your own way.”

“How?”

“Sammy, all you have to do to be as free as a bird is to just do the right thing.”

Sam furrows his brow. “What does that mean?”

“Well,” Sam's mom starts. “The right thing is doing nice things for people. It's treating everyone how you would want to be treated. It's going out of your way to help people and love them, even if they're not nice to you at first or at all. People deserve love, and I know you have plenty to give.” She leans down to give his cheek a kiss. “All you have to do to find your wings and fly free is to just do what you feel is right. You have a beautiful heart, Sam. I know you'll use it the right way. Then you'll fly.”

Been one of those days (can I lean on you?) by hazel_eyed_bi

Sam and Bucky wrap up an exhausting, weeks-long mission, only to go back to their mutual pining while forced to share a bed at a crappy motel. Also, Nat knows what's up.

Find your love and fight for it by winterscaptsam

Sam learns to love again, quiet and composed. Love letters stay in between walls and stolen kisses don’t leave his apartment. It's not that it's a secret, loving Bucky the way he does, lord knows he’d scream it from the rooftops, travel all the way to space to let any living life form know it as well. But that’s the problem, he just doesn’t know how and it aches him to his core to keep Bucky like a secret, like this love is something to be ashamed of.

Or

Sam decides it's about time to come out.

Kings of Everything by glittercake

Twenty-five years after the events at a popular New York Bistro, Timothy DumDum Dugan tells the true story of infamous mobster Jimmy Buchanan and the man he gave it all up for.

arson we commit by winterscaptsam

Bucky seeks adventure, reaches out for an adrenaline rush whenever he can get it and he reckons this fellow will be the one to give it to him. All sweet smiled and dolled up figure showing off his attributes. Like he’s daring anyone to take the rush.

So, Bucky goes and gets what he wants.

“What’s your damage, doll?”

Or

Bucky is the hitman and Sam is the target.

The Boys of Summer by Siancore for avintagekiss24

Sam Wilson returns home to the small town he grew up in to complete his med school residency. He hasn’t been back for an extended amount of time since he left for college. While he only consistently kept in touch with childhood friend, Steve Rogers, he was keen to see the people he had grown up with. With the exception of Bucky Barnes. They had a falling out the summer before Sam left for college. What happened between them? Can they move past it now that they’re adults?

Sam's Plan by OhHelloFandoms123

“I have a plan,” Sam said smugly, hands on his hips. “I have a three-step plan for you to marry me.” At first, he thought he was joking. Then, he saw Sam’s genuine smile.

Bucky groaned, “there is no way in HELL that I’m marrying YOU, Wilson.”

Wreck In the West by OhHelloFandoms123 for honestlyfrance

There’s just something about leaning on his chest as the sun goes down and the smell of tea whilst into the air feels so amazing. And he was a wreck because of it, it tore him apart and put himself back together because it was so blissful, he almost couldn’t breathe at first.

OR

Gay cowboy proposal.

Belonging Season by OhHelloFandoms123

Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes have lived their most happy, married life for 70 years. Death won’t stop them today for living an eternity.

neverending; by glittercake

Sam passes away after a long and happy life with Bucky, but Bucky never ages and life keeps introducing him to Sam's reincarnates for the next 156 years.

Lighthouse by glittercake

This guy’s trouble. Bucky knows that in his bones. It’s not bad trouble, is the problem, it’s good. Sam is so goddamn inherently good and if Bucky even touches that with a ten foot pole—fuck if he even looks at it—it’ll turn to shit.

He can’t afford another move to yet another city because his colleagues started recognizing Brock’s fist prints on his face.

But Sam is a ridiculously bright glowing light, a beacon, and Bucky goes toward it like that idiotic moth to the flame.

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request: Hi there! I’ve been reading you Sebastian fics and love them! Can I request one based on an live interview he made where he jokes the camera is shaky because they’re nervous to be around each other and says the interviewer is pretty and let that exhange turn into him asking her out afterwards, I’m think fluff all over😂😍I think it’s pretty funny how she was freaking out and him just being a dork! Doesn’t let me copy the link but it’s called Moviepilot meets Sebastian Stan Live! Thank you!🧡 - @enjoyyourlifeasitcomes 

inspired by: “moviepilots meets sebastian stan live”

pairing: sebastian stan x fem!reader

summary: what you thought would be an average interview turned into something a little more. 

word count: 2,221

warnings?: this takes place in a world where covid has passed so in-person interviews can happen; kind of minor spoilers for tfatws; a lot of the dialogue is taken from the interview

You were an absolute bundle of nerves when you walked into the room. You were a journalist for a small media company, and you’d somehow landed an interview with the one and only Sebastian Stan. You could hardly process the fact that your boss was sending you in, much less the fact that you were about to meet someone who’s work you had admired for nearly a decade. And, when you stepped into the room, those nerves only intensified when you saw Sebastian sitting in his seat at the table, wearing his trademark leather jacket that you’d seen in so many interviews before. God, it nearly took your breath away. 

But you tried to keep it together as you walked in, extending a hand to him and saying, “Hi! I’m Y/N!”

“Hi, I’m Sebastian,” he said, a soft smile on his lips. “So, what’s the plan?”

“Uh, we’re going to do a little livestream and answer some fan questions.”

The idea had been yours, knowing that fan interactions often generates a lot of clicks. Plus, the livestream itself meant more exposure for the company as fans came to your company’s Instagram page to view the live, which could help with getting future interviews down the line. 

“Sounds great. I’m ready whenever you are.”

“Great!” You got out your phone and switched over to your company’s Instagram. You started the live, holding the phone out, trembling slightly as it began. “Hello everybody! I’m Y/N Y/L/N here today with the one, the only Sebastian Stan, promoting The Falcon and the Winter Soldier, all episodes now streaming exclusively on Disney Plus!”

“Hi!” Sebastian said, chuckling as your normal voice switched over to your interviewer voice so quickly. 

“I don’t know how many viewers we have—oh we got seven viewers!”

“Seven!” Sebastian said. “That’s a good number, that’s my lucky number.”

You looked over at him, smiling. “That’s my lucky number, too!”

“Seven...dwarves was also another lucky one,” he mumbled, slightly awkwardly as he tried to figure out where to take the conversation.

“Strong case for the sevens,” you said. “If you guys would like to go ahead and start asking questions, we can get into those. Until then, let’s go through some of my questions.”

“Okay.”

“I like this one,” you said, looking through your notes. “So, The Falcon and the Winter Soldier obviously goes into the relationship, the friendship, between your character, Bucky Barnes, and Anthony Mackie’s character, Sam Wilson. What can you tell us about that relationship, and how much of it was a tribute to your actual friendship with Anthony Mackie?”

“It was real and it happened,” he laughed. “No, but really, I think a fair bit of our actual friendship was translated into our performance. I find it really easy to bounce off of him, and I think he feels the same way, so it made it easier to kind of show the bond that our characters were slowly developing.”

“Yeah, I like that you mention the bond developing. Because, the show almost can be read as an enemies to friends type of scenario. While I don’t know if you could classify Bucky and Sam as enemies, they certainly didn’t start as friends. I mean, you did rip out his steering wheel from his hands.”

“Yeah, and then he refused to move his seat up for me in the next film,” he pouted. 

“But you did get your revenge! It all comes back full circle.”

He laughed slightly, almost impressed that you knew so much about the show and the universe as a whole. You’d wondered if the interviewers who came before you were more clueless. “Yeah, yeah, it does. And, I mean, these two weren’t ever really friends for a while. They just shared a friendship with Steve, and we never really got to see the two of them properly interact with each other until this show. And I think the writers, the director, did a really good job of showing how they go from acquaintances to friends.”

“Absolutely! And none of it felt forced. It was all so organic, from the time that Sam and Bucky are having couples therapy to when Bucky comes to help Sam with the boat. It all came together quite nicely, and really showed that your characters do care about each other beyond doing their jobs together.”

His face burned red as you complimented the show. “Thank you, thank you. So I guess you liked the show?”

“Oh, loved it!” you gushed. “I was part of the crowd that stayed up to watch the episodes as they were released, and I’ve already rewatched the whole thing. It was absolutely incredible.”

His face burned even redder. “Thank you, that means a lot.”

You looked away, the butterflies in your tummy fluttering around at the idea that you could make Sebastian blush that hard. Instead, you focused your attention on the comments coming it. “We have a lot of people saying ‘hi’.” 

His entire face lit up. “Hello!” He leaned into the phone, examining the screen as he said, “I wish I could see what all of you guys looked like.”

You laughed quietly, reading out a comment that said, “You’re really hot!”

His face returned to that pretty shade of red as he looked down at the table.

“Oh, okay here’s a question. What show do you wish you could’ve been in?”

“You know, I have to go with Game of Thrones,” he said without missing a beat. “Wasn’t a big fan of that last season, but I would’ve loved to have at least been part of it for even just an episode.”

“I’ve never watched Game of Thrones,” you confessed. “I always meant to, but it was just something I never got around to.”

His jaw dropped as he looked to you, his pretty blue eyes all wide and in shock. “Seriously? You need to watch it! We’ll watch it together.”

“Oh? I’m gonna get blessed with the great Sebastian Stan’s commentary on every episode?” you teased.

“Of course, gotta make sure you’re truly invested in the episodes and the characters,” he teased right back.

You felt your face growing warm, so you turned back to the comments to try and distract yourself. “What’s the worst movie you’ve ever seen?”

“Of my own?” he joked. “The worst movie I’ve ever seen...Oh, God, I don’t know, maybe...probably, uh, a movie that was filmed on an iPhone that came out a few years back. Oops. Great film, great film. Original.”

“Spoilers: It’s, uh, this film that we’re filming right now.”

“Is it?” he asked. “Oh! That’s it! Exactly!”

“Yeah, it’s a film starring us.”

“No, no, this is a great film,” he corrected you. 

You bit back your smile. “Okay, what else do we have going on here?”

“I hear he’s cool,” he read out, scoffing shortly thereafter. “No.”

“No, I agree with you, he’s quite hot,” you joked. “Geddit? Cause you’re hot, so you can’t be cool.”

He laughed loudly, throwing his head back and his shoulders shaking. 

“Sorry, had to shoot my shot.”

“No, no, it was good,” he said, still laughing to himself. He turned back to the comments, reading out, “Will Bucky survive a zombie apocalypse? Of course!” 

“With the arm? Show them the arm.”

He raised his left arm. “This is, this is my arm.”

“And, as I can see, it’s a very nice arm.”

He looked down, smiling, and mumbled, “Thank you.”

“Does this arm wanna take a shot at holding the phone?”

You passed the phone off to him, him saying, “Oh, sure, I can hold it.”

“It’s shaking quite a bit, I’m not quite as strong as you are.”

His face burned as he registered your compliment. “Yeah, yeah, I can hold this.” 

Both of you looked to the comments, reading out at the same time, “Why is your camera so shaky?”

Sebastian quickly zoomed in on his face. “We’re really nervous to be around each other. We’ve just met, and she smells really good and I’m just trying to hold it in. Can you see I’m sweating?” As you laughed, he read out another comment. “Uh, let’s see, what other movies are you working on right now? Well, Monday just came out, and you guys should go check that out if you haven’t.”

“Oh, I watched that earlier! That was such an amazing movie. Yours and Denise Gough’s performances were just incredible.”

“Oh, thank you!” he said. “I swear, you’re trying to butter me up or something.”

“No, I really mean it! I mean, like, the way Mickey seemed so in love with Chloe, but them still having issues and never really working through them...It was just so raw, so real. You both really had me rooting for you guys to get through it all. Just...a masterpiece.”

He grinned, showing off his pearly whites. “Thank you! Um, I’m also about to start filming for the Pamela Anderson and Tommy Lee show I’m in. So, that’s gonna be fun. Be on the look out for that soon. Uh, what other superhero would you like to play, other than the Winter Soldier? This is a tough question because, uh, I feel like Marvel—” He panned the camera to you. “Look at you! You look so great.” 

“You look great, too! It’s not often I get to sit next to someone this attractive.” 

He ducked his head down, trying to hide his smile. “—anyways, I feel like Marvel will kill me if I say anything.” He read out another comment. “I love you. I love you too!”

“Awe, you guys are so nice.”

He stuck his tongue out slightly as he looked for another comment to read. “Um, if you could fight any Marvel character, who and why? Um, I fight all of them already, so that’s okay.” 

You laughed at his response, before reading out a comment. “Amazing eyes. Oh, give them a close up of your eyes!”

He zoomed in until only his eyes were in frame. “Is...anybody...out there? Hello?” 

“Is this your first live?” you asked, laughing slightly at his antics.

“I’m not drunk, I’m not,” he said, as if he anticipated people asking that.

“We’re not drunk,” you said. “We only took like five shots before we started?”

He chuckled going along with your joke. “Just had to ease the nerves to be able to function in front of a pretty lady.” Then, he returned to reading comments before you could say anything else. “Let’s see...Favorite song this year? I don’t know, I’ve been listening to Hungry Eyes a lot. Star Wars or Star Trek? Star Wars. Superman or Batman? The Riddler.” He turned the camera to you so you were only in frame, catching you off guard. “Sorry, was trying to get your expressions.” 

“Let’s be real, everyone’s really here to see you.”

Sebastian look ready to protest, but that died as an idea struck him. “Imagine if we took this out and about, throughout the hotel.” 

“Ooh, or throughout the town?” you suggested. “Like we did a tour of the town on live. We could go do karaoke, and you could sing Hungry Eyes for everyone!”

“We should, we should!” Then he nudged you, turning your attention to the screen. He read out, “Hey, she’s cute! Look, they’re talking about you!”

It felt like you face was on fire as you said, “No, no, they could still be talking about you! It could’ve been a typo, and they meant to say he’s so cute. You’re extremely handsome.” 

“Yeah, but I’m not a she. You’re a she. And you are really cute. So it’s about you!” 

“Fine, thank you,” you said, feeling like you weren’t going to win this. 

“Dork, kiss her!” he read out next. He looked over at you, as if contemplating. Your heart skipped a beat as he leaned over, his free hand caressing the side of your face as he pressed a kiss to your cheek. He pulled away, a big grin on his face. “There you go, okay? We’re keeping it PG in this live.”

“You know, I think I just lived out the fantasy of so many girls and women right now,” you stammered. 

On the other side of the room, one of Disney’s handlers called out, “One final question!”

“One final question?” Sebastian repeated. “Uh, let’s see...I know you’re interviewing me, but can I ask you a question?” 

You frowned slightly, wondering where he was going with this. “Oh, uh yeah, of course!”

Before you could process what was happening, he ended the livestream and set your phone on the table.

“Wait, did you mean to—”

“Yeah, yeah. Didn’t want an audience of nearly ten thousand people see me get rejected.”

“Wait, what are you—”

“Would you like to go on a date with me? Do that little tour of the city you were talking about, minus the livestream?” he asked, his pretty blue eyes so full of hope.

“Oh. Wow. Yeah, I’d love to!”

“Great!” He grabbed a stray pen that was on the table and jotted down his number on the piece of paper. “Give me a text later, and we’ll meet up, yeah?”

“Sounds like a date. I’ll see you later then?”

“Of course,” he said, pressing another kiss to your cheek. “Can’t wait.” 

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Another love by Tom Odell. Tell me that Bucky wouldn't send this to his girl when things were getting difficult for him emotionally

ANOTHER LOVE

a/n: no idea if this was meant to be a prompt but i couldn't stop thinking about it so i wrote it lmao

pairing: Bucky X Reader

word count: 1.9k

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Life hasn’t been the fairytale either of you deserved. Things just don’t turn out as perfect as they to in movies and sometimes you fall for the wrong person, too deep probably, and it makes you feel like you will never find the right one.

After everything Bucky had been through he fell for a woman for the first time in decades and though he put all his faith in her, she wasn’t the right person for him. He was ready to give her everything he had and love her with all his heart, but she didn’t want it. She didn’t deserve it. Leaving him heartbroken when she left, thinking that maybe loving someone and be loved by someone is just not meant to happen to him.

Then you came into his life.

Being a nurse working beside Dr. Cho at the Tower, you ended up stitching him up quite a lot following his missions. Bruises, cuts, even bullet holes, you’ve seen them all on his body and though Bucky hated to appear vulnerable, you somehow made him feel at ease when you were cleaning him up, humming whatever song you had stuck in your head that week.

You bonded over music from day one. As a person who likes all kinds and genres, you were his number one source when it came to modern music. You made him Spotify playlists every week, making him listen to the best songs in your opinion and he listened to them all. Not just because they really were good songs but because he was ready to do anything you asked him to. You had him wrapped around your finger in a blink of an eye, but when things were about to take a turn, he backed out. At first, you just thought you misread the signs and that he didn’t even like you like that. But then you heard Banner and Nat talk about how Bucky keeps talking about you and that everyone in the Tower thinks that he is in love with you. So instead of letting him get away with it, you confronted him.

That was when he told you about the woman that hurt him before. The way she broke his heart and made him think that he is not worthy of being loved. And you listened to his every word patiently, though you wanted to smack that woman so badly for hurting such a wonderful man.

“Just because she couldn’t appreciate your love, it doesn’t mean that you are not worthy of receiving or giving love. Because you are,” you told him as your hands reached for his metal one, taking it between your palms. You knew how insecure he felt about it and you wanted him to know that you loved every part of him, even the ones that wasn’t entirely made of him.

“I don’t know if I’m the right guy for you, Y/N,” he shook his head, doubting his worth once again.

“You are, because I want you. And I know that you’ll try your best to be the right guy for me even though you already are,” you chuckles and reaching up you cupped his face in your palm.

That day you made a silent promise to take it slow and just find your own pace with each other. You knew it wouldn’t be easy, loving is already complicated enough, but Bucky’s state of mind was an even messier issue. However you refused to give up on him.

Weeks went by and your usual routine started to change slowly. Bucky didn’t only come to see you when he had an injury to take care of, you went on dates or just hung out after your shift. You were always there when he returned from a mission and he never let you leave the Tower without him, he always walked you home, even if he had work to do.

Everything seemed to be on track. Right until one stupid fight ruined everything.

Sam always had a flirty manner in his act. He liked to chit-chat, compliment you, but it was always just friendly. However, when one day he and Bucky returned from a mission, both of them with quite a few injuries, they ended up under your hands as you worked on their wounds, cleaning and bandaging them.

“Darling, your hands are gifts from God,” Sam sighed when you applied a cooling gel to one of his burns before you covered the injured skin. “Or maybe you are an angel yourself,” he then added, making you chuckle.

“Stop it, I’m just doing my job.”

“And you are so damn good in it. I’m one lucky man,” he grinned at you, but before you could say a word, Bucky jumped off the stool beside him and marched out of the room as if he was just triggered into being the winter soldier again. The door shut close behind him, he walked out without even glancing in your way and he left you all confused. You exchanged a look with Sam before you finished up his wounds and mumbling an apology you went after the grumpy soldier that just left.

Stepping out of the room you spotted him at the end of the hallway, sitting all by himself.

“Hey, why did you leave?” you asked, sitting next to him.

“No reason,” he answered without even looking at you, keeping his gaze at the tiled floor.

“That’s so not true. I know something is wrong. Please, just talk to me!” you pleaded, placing a hand to his arm, but his eyes snapped at it right away and made you think you did something wrong.

“I was just not in the mood to listen to Sam flirting with you,” he hissed.

“Then why didn’t you just tell him to stop?” you asked, knitting your eyebrows together.

“Because… I don’t have the right to act all possessive over you.”

Technically, he was right. You weren’t boyfriend and girlfriend, but everyone in the Tower knew you were something. You wanted him to be possessive, to make men stop flirting with you because he thought of you as his. You were so close to it too, but now you felt like you were going backwards again.

“Well, you can easily have the right, Bucky. You know that,” you told him, praying he would take the desperate hint you’d been trying to send him these past weeks.

“Y/N, stop,” he breathed out, closing his eyes.

“Why? Would it be so hard to be more than just friends? Am I not good enough for you?” you asked, speaking thoughts you’ve been harboring these past times even though your rationality knew they weren’t true.

“You know that’s not the case!” he snapped, standing from his seat so you did the same. “It’s me, Y/N. I’m the problem and you know that.”

“You are not a problem, Bucky! How many times do I have to tell you that? I’m not the one who broke your heart, I want to be whatever you need me to be, Bucky, but you are shutting me out! I’m getting tired of telling you the same thing over and over again, because you don’t seem to be listening!” you replied angrily, letting out all the pent up tension you’ve been carrying around. “I feel like I’m talking to a wall, you just keep ignoring what I’m saying. And I want to be patient with you, I would do anything to make you happy, but I can’t do this if you don’t cooperate with me.”

You turned around and marched back into the room before he could say a word, leaving him completely stunned and in panic that he is losing you.

That day you went home without him for the first time in months. Not because he wasn’t there to walk you home, Bucky waited for you at the hall, but then he was informed that you left early. It was a clear message to him that he needed to get his shit together if he didn’t want to lose you.

Eating all your feelings away, you sat on your couch that night with your favorite ice-cream, watching reruns on TV, hoping to take your mind off of a blue eyed soldier, but you didn’t succeed. He was all you could think about and the thought of losing him made you want to cry yourself to sleep and never wake up.

When your phone’s screen lit up with a message, you were shocked to see a text from Bucky. Only that no words were in it, just a link that led you to a song on Spotify.

Another Love by Tom Odell.

Even though you knew the song well, you still listened to it, tears rolling down your cheeks as you focused on the lyrics, because you knew it had a message from Bucky. A quite emotional one. You listened to it again and again as the singer sang about feeling like he put way too much of his energy into another love and that he fears that he won’t love his current one the way she deserves. You knew that this was exactly how Bucky felt like, he was scared he wouldn’t be able to give you everything you wanted because he had been hurt so badly before and it broke your heart to know that he was ready to live a lonely life because of his misbeliefs.

Eager to see him as soon as possible, you grabbed your bag and was about to head out, but when you tore the door open you found the man you were looking for already standing on your doormat.

“Bucky!” you breathed out with teared up eyes. “How long have you been standing here?” you asked, holding the door open for him to come in.

“Since you started listening to the song,” he answered with a soft, tired smile. “Like a hundred times,” he then added, making you chuckle even through your tears. “Y/N, I’m sorry for the way I acted today. It’s just so hard for me to put myself out there again. I know that you’re not her, that you’re different, but still, I can’t help but think that it will happen again,” he told you, his voice dying down at the end. Stepping closer you cupped his face in your hands as you stared back at him.

“Putting yourself out is never easy, but you have to do it sooner or later, Bucky. And I promise you, I won’t do the same thing that she did. She didn’t deserve your love, she didn’t deserve you. Don’t punish yourself for her faults,” you pleaded as he leant into your touch, his eyes fluttering closer, his thick eyelashes fanning on top of his skin under his eyes.

“I’m sorry I’m such a mess,” he whispered, his hands finding your waist as he pulled you closer to him.

“You are not a mess,” you shook your head. “But even if you are, we can be a mess together,” you chuckled and his eyes finally opened as a small smile stretched across his handsome face.

“That sounds good,” he nodded softly as he leant closer and rested his forehead against yours. “Will you wait for me? To fix myself so I can be the man you deserve?” he asked, so out of breath as if he just ran a marathon.

“I’ll be right here, listening to all our playlists until you’re ready,” you chuckled softly, as he smiled back at you, pressing a kiss to your cheek as a silent promise.

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Needing to kiss to hide from bad guys + “I told you not to fall in love with me.” for Bucky, pls!!

Pairings - Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Words - 1286

Warnings - kissing, some dry humping, implied sex

a/n - Thank you Marzi for sending me this prompt in, I hope I did it justice for you. Not beta’d so all these mistakes as usual belong to me. Using this gif because it makes me feral.

You stepped out of the car wearing the dress that you and Monica had spent hours picking out. It was turquoise, floor length and backless and it made you feel like a million dollars. Bucky had opened your door and held out his hand for you to help you out, keeping his hand on your lower back to usher you inside.

Bucky was your date for the night, you were supposed to get in, get the intel and put a tracker on Alex Sylvester. He was flagged up as dealing Chitauri technology in Queens and it was your job to track him and his buyers. Easy in, easy out. You could have done it yourself but Bucky wanted to keep you safe, he wore white gloves over his hands to disguise his new Wakandan arm and made sure to shake hands using his right arm only.

“Guys he’s upstairs in the bathrooms, he’s being flanked by two bodyguards so you’ll have to be sneaky” Sam said in your ear. You looked up at Bucky and slightly nodded your head, making your way up the stairs and pretending you were a little drunk.

Giggling all the way up to the top floor, people would look at you and either roll their eyes or laugh at Bucky in pity for having to deal with you. He ushered you to the mens bathrooms, whispering something to the bodyguards who looked you up and down before letting you in. Sylvester was stood washing his hands and got a fright when you burst through the door, giggling and holding on to Bucky so you didn’t fall over. You pushed him against the door and leaned on him “James please lets just get out of here, you and me.” 

Sylvester tried to move you both out of the way so he could leave, you managed to flip out the tiny blade containing the microchip and stab him in the hand while you steadied yourself on him. He didn’t notice and you let him walk out, rolling your eyes as his hands grazed your ass on his way past.

Once alone Bucky quickly checks the stalls before telling Sam that phase one was dealt with, he sent you the blueprints for the next part of the mission. You both snuck out, making small talk so you didn’t look so obvious and made your way down the closed off corridor. You counted the doors until you come to the office you needed but heard someone approaching you both “quick kiss me.” Bucky looks confused for a second but quickly presses his lips to yours, cradling your head in his hands and pushing his tongue into your mouth, swallowing your moans. You grab his ass in your hands, something you’ve always wanted to do, and he leans you against the door of the office. Some other partygoers walk past you both and you all slightly nod at each other as if silently communicating what was about to happen.

Opening the door you gesture towards the desk, sitting him on the edge while you slip the memory stick out of the heel of your shoe, downloading the hard drive you will it to just hurry up so you both could get out of there as quickly as possible. The bodyguards from earlier opened the door just as you were slipping the memory stick back in its place. Deciding to make them feel really uncomfortable you kneel in between Bucky’s thighs and wait for them to walk in, making sure the zip on his trousers very audibly opened. 

He looked down at you with a mischievous smirk and you heard Sam whispering in your ear telling you not to do anything he has to hear or he’ll be scarred for life. The bodyguard clears his throat and you look up at him, faux innocence in your eyes “hey I was just about to give my boyfriend the time of his life, do you mind?” He looks at you dumbstruck then at Bucky who has a cocky smirk on his face “cmon man you never needed to just get some there and then?” Shaking his head he gestures at you both to leave, before radioing his colleagues to make sure you’re escorted outside. You hear Sam in your ear as you wait for your car to be pulled round, he’s making fake vomiting sounds and you snigger at him whispering for him to stop before you blow your cover. 

On the way back to the safe house you notice he’s quiet, normally you can’t get him to shut up around you. You turn to him and tilt your head to the side looking at him closely as he drives “what are you doing over there? I’m supposed to be the one who stares” that breaks the tension in the car and you can’t help but to giggle at him for making fun of himself. “You’re just quiet, I’m not used to it. Can I ask you a question?” 

Turning his head briefly he looks at you, nodding for you to continue “where did you learn to kiss like that?” You ask him, fanning your neck in an exaggerated gesture to make him laugh “just because you don’t see girls around the tower doesn’t mean I don’t get any practice in” he says in mock offence. You hold your hands up in surrender and turn back to  see where you are, texting Sam to let him know you’re almost back to the safe house. You have the place to yourselves for the next two days while someone remotely checks the files you upload, you can’t go home just in case you have follow Sylvester somewhere nearby.

You both shower and get your comfy clothes on before making some food and relaxing on the sofa together “ok so you have to tell me, what’s your number since you got off the ice.” He shakes his head and looks down at the beer bottle in his hands “there’s been a few, why you getting jealous over there doll?” You snort a laugh out but don’t disagree with him, narrowing his eyes he looks deep into yours and the penny drops “I told you after that mission we had in England not to fall in love with me” he smiles at you and dodges the slap that you throw his way, not expecting you to straddle his lap and place your hands on either side of his head. 

You stare at each other for a moment, daring the other to move before pulls you in closer and kisses you. He takes his time and has you whimpering into his mouth, you grind your hips down onto his crotch and feel a surge of pride that he’s already hardening under you “maybe its my turn to remind you not to fall in love with me” you say before climbing off him and walking to your room. You sit on the bed and count to 5 before he barges in and pushes you down, kissing down your neck and across your collarbone. 

It takes less than a month for you both to finally admit you’re in love. Sam collecting his winnings from Clint the first time you both say it in public. “You both need to get a room somewhere else in the building, you can’t keep me up every night like you have been. I need my sleep!” Sam complains before grabbing the coffee jug off Clint and walking back to his room, shouting at you both to stay away from him for at least 24hrs. You count to 5 before chasing after him and loudly have fun up against his bedroom wall.

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I don’t know why so many people assume that popularity of a ship or a character has anything to do with their quality. Or that “being more popular” automatically makes a fictional couple/person better than others. Like... sure. Some things get more recognizable and loved, because they’re just that good. But very often the number of fans has absolutely nothing to do with: “how interesting this character is?” or “how great is the chemistry between these two people?”. Sometimes things just... are popular.

That’s why I don’t understand it when other people try to criticize Sambucky for having a smaller fandom and acting like no one cares about them, because there are some different ships with more fans. Of course there are. Obviously. But these other ships were going to win this nonexistent competition from the start. We all understand why Sambucky doesn’t have more fans, more stories on Ao3, more art. (If you say you don’t know “why”, you’re either: very young, very dumb, or straight up lying.) And it has nothing to do with how much potential their relationship has.

Sambucky is not some new ship that came out ouf nowhere in March 2021, but no one thought about them before, because they were not interesting enough to get the attention. People liked them way before tfatws started. It’s been gaining fans and momentum since 2014 (looking from the MCU perspective), just more slowly, since not everyone is capable of seeing them together.

Because it doesn’t matter how dramatic yet hilarious their first meeting is from the perspective of their show. Or how thrilling it is that Sam was looking for Bucky for almost two years. Or how they jumped into joking, teasing, and protecting each other in Civil War even though they only just started fighting on the same side. Or how they are constantly put in the same scenes even when there is no reason for it. It doesn’t matter how much they touch each other, look at each other, care for each other. Or how close they are compared to many other, more loved duos in the MCU. Or how great the chemistry is between both actors and their characters. Or how multiple people involved in production said that what they have is definitely “love” (no matter how you define it).

Many people will still look at all that and don’t even consider them a possibity. And say that they are more like brothers/besties. And that Sam is obviously straight. Or that Sam is not that interesting. And that “we cannot ignore the importance of platonic male friendships” as if the whole MCU hasn’t been built at that exact type of a relationship. Sam and Bucky could literally kiss on screen and confess their love and many fans would still complain that they would prefer Bucky to be with someone else. Or that it was forced and didn’t feel natural, so they still won’t ship them after all.

People who actually like Sambucky already know all of that. They’ve known for years. It’s everyone else that pretends like “Sam and Bucky don’t have a big fandom, because they are not an interesting couple and fans just don’t see that kind of relationship for them, sorry”.

And finally...

Would I want to see the Sambucky and Sam Wilson tags filled with more beautiful art and interesting stories? Sure. Of course. But do I want Sambucky to have more fans just to be a better competition for more popular ships? No. What would be the point of that?  So I can brag about it in debates with some morons on Twitter? “Well, my ship has more fans than yours, so I’m cooler and I win?” That’d be so dumb ;-; Even if many people really act like that’s a valid argument to make.

Also... Bigger fandoms don’t necessarily mean “better content” or “nicer people”. From what I’ve seen they’re just the same as smaller ones (in some cases) or just so much worse (in most cases). Because larger groups of people statistically attract more weirdos and bigots. Or more children - who may have good intentions, but can still act badly, because they’re too young to fully understand what they’re doing and saying.

Naturally, at the end of the day I want to see more fans realizing how good Sam and Bucky’s relationship is and enjoying it just as I do, but that’s it. I don’t want to have my favourite ship winning the first place in some popularity contest that other people made up in their minds, just to later share the fandom with a bunch of assholes who harass people for liking some less popular couples. I have different priorities.

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