#buckyblues 4k challenge

[spideyhexx]

take a chance on me - b.b.

here's something I wrote for @buckyblues 4k writing challenge! I've been wanting to get back into writing, so here's my first go at it :)

using the song prompt "take a chance on me by abba." @edenslibrary

be sure to let me know what you think :) reblogs, likes and comments are appreciated 😊

bucky barnes x reader

summary: bucky has a crush on you. he's doubtful of himself, messes up, but turns it around.

WARNINGS: sfw. fluffy. some tiny tiny angst. bucky being self deprecating. huge hate of chekhov. bookstore owner!reader.

word count: 2.3k

Bucky replays his conversation with you a billion times within the couple of minutes it takes for him to walk from the quaint little book shop to his apartment.

After his favorite bookstore closed, Bucky took to finding a new one and stumbled upon the Murky Lime. He thought the name was strange, a little off putting, but as soon as he walked in, Bucky knew he was going to enjoy spending his afternoons there. It always smelled like hazelnut or vanilla, a scent he found so incredibly comforting that he bought a hazelnut scented candle for his home. Although it was a small shop, the shelves were loaded with books and he was able to find a hidden corner to sit down and read for a couple of hours, unbothered.

Not to mention the pretty girl that worked at the main desk and seemed to be the owner. You were there every afternoon that Bucky stopped by. He noticed how you would paint your nails when there weren’t as many customers. How kind your words were to anyone who asked for help. It took him a couple of weeks to work up the courage to ask you to help him find a book, even though he knew exactly where it was.

Bucky remembers when he complimented your bracelet and you smiled, stuttering out a thank you. The first time he saw you nervous. It gave him hope that maybe you were into him, but Bucky pushed away those thoughts as quickly as they came.

He couldn’t fathom how someone would truly want to be with him. Besides, he had enough on his plate, what with helping Sam on whatever mission he called him on and dealing with the occasional nightmare that haunted his mind.

That’s why he keeps on replaying the conversation. And cursing at himself for being so stupid.

…

“Hey Bucky!” Your words were cheerful, causing heat to rise up on his cheeks. You loved how a simple greeting seemed to get him all flustered. He’s still not used to even hearing his name come from your lips.

“How’re you doing, doll?” He lets the endearment slip, hoping he’d get to see you smile, and you do, before turning away and pointing at a box.

“I’m alright! And if you don’t mind, and you can totally say no, but I got a whole new set of Chekhov plays and I need to bring them to the play section, which is the furthest point from here and the box is a bit too heavy and I was going to make multiple trips but now you’re here and-”

“Of course I’ll help,” Bucky responded, chuckling at your babbling. You sighed, secretly hating your rambling habit, but it was hard not to when a handsome man was standing in front of you.

“I thought you hated Chekhov?” Bucky asked, picking up the box and following you to the play section.

“Oh I do, but a customer has been calling in for the last three weeks, asking if we have Chekhov and I thought I should finally put my Chekhov hating ass aside to appease the people who adore him,” you told him.

You couldn’t remember when you told Bucky you hated Chekhov, but you did not necessarily need to say it for someone to understand your distaste for the author.

“Or they could’ve just gone to a different bookstore,” Bucky mumbled, but you heard and let out a laugh. He put the box down and leaned against the opposite book shelf, hoping you would continue talking to him as you put the books away.

“So, I had another question for you,” you said, sneaking one glance at him before looking away.

“Go for it.”

“I was wondering if you wanted to go out sometime? Not sure where but we could just go get some coffee? Or go out to dinner?”

This was it, the penultimate moment Bucky had been dreaming about ever since he laid eyes on you. Yet his mouth began speaking before he could really take it in.

“Um, no,” he said, immediately widening his eyes at your expression. Your mouth dropped to say something, but you weren’t sure what to even say.

“I mean, I don’t know. I don’t think I can, right now, maybe?” You raised an eyebrow at him and smiled softly.

“It’s okay to say no, Bucky.”

“I know that, I know. I think I’m just not ready right now,” he said, his voice quieter as he said the last part. His brain was screaming at him to retract everything he had just said to you and to tell you he would go on a date, but Bucky could not do it. He already felt like he had failed and saw no point in trying.

“That’s okay. But...if you ever change your mind, let me know, I’d still be down,” you said.

You were slightly disappointed, but understood his reasoning even if he didn't give you an exact one.

Ever since he first came to your shop, you knew exactly who the tall, blue eyed man was. It was hard trying to comprehend everything James Bucky Barnes had gone through. You knew asking him out might’ve been a big step from having occasional small talk. A small part of you hoped he would take a chance on you someday.

...

Bucky throws his jacket haphazardly onto the couch as soon as he gets home, not caring that it ends up falling to the floor. He lights the candle on the kitchen counter and collapses onto the couch face first, letting out the sigh that was building up in him ever since he left the Murky Lime.

How could he do that? Was he actually not ready to date? He told himself he wasn’t, that’s why he felt like he had to say no to your date. But god, does Bucky want to go out with you and hold your hand and kiss your cheek. He hasn’t felt this feeling in a long while.

All the therapy sessions with Dr. Raynor flood his mind. The ones where she encouraged him to try dating and finding new friends but he brushed it off, feeling like he was unworthy of it. How could a sweet girl like you see something in him, he simply did not understand it. But you liked him enough to ask him on a date and he fucking said no.

Bucky sends Sam a quick text that’s more like an entire paragraph explaining the situation and what he should do. He throws his phone to the other side of the couch and drops his head into his hands. His phone pings a few seconds later and Bucky scrambles to grab it.

I think you’re just afraid of dating buck. You’re definitely ready, you’ve done so much work to be yourself again and I’ve seen that in you. If you like her AND she mentioned still going out if you changed your mind??? Go get her, man. Take the chance. If it doesn’t work out and you really aren’t ready, then that’s okay too. But it’s clearly eating you up that you said no, so just go to her.

...

You button up your coat and stuff your phone into your pocket, straining your head to the side to double check the time. Closing the store required a particular routine that you perfected, but you did not expect to see Bucky’s face at the front door. He did not notice you looking at him and you see the hesitation in his hands before he opens the door.

“Hey,” he says, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets.

“Hello again.” Bucky gives you a stiff grin and rocks on his feet for a few moments. The silence is deafening and it’s just about too awkward for you to handle.

“Is there uh..something you want?” He glances up and your eyes lock with his pretty blue eyes. You feel like you could gaze into them all day.

“Yeah, if you’re still up for it, I would like to go on that date with you. I’ve been afraid to put myself out there, but you’re so kind and beautiful..” his words trail off and he’s distracted for a moment at how you’re biting your lip nervously.

“I wanted to take a chance, so yes, let’s go on a date.”

“Do you wanna go now?” Bucky raises his brow and nods. You run to the back door to make sure it’s locked. When you come back, you see that Bucky took it upon himself to turn a few of the lights off and he hands you your purse.

“What a gentleman, huh?” He blushes and moves to open the door for you. You lock it up and turn to him.

“Does a walk in the park sound like a good idea?”

“Perfect.”

Since it was almost evening time, the park was not as busy. Bucky prefers it that way, and you do too. He’s so close to you, you can smell the little bit of cologne he must’ve put on. You want to tease him for it but decide not to. Instead, you purposely brush your hand against his own and Bucky immediately takes your hand in his.

“Maybe after this we could get dinner,” Bucky suggests.

“That would be nice. You can pick where.” Bucky thinks for a moment before responding.

“There’s this diner..a couple of blocks from your shop actually. It was there back in….you know.” Now that he’s thinking about it, he wasn’t sure you knew. He doesn’t wear gloves to hide his vibranium arm anymore and it’s an easy google search but you never showed any indication you knew about his past.

“I know about your past, Bucky. I won’t ask anything about it if-”

“No, it’s okay. I can talk about it.”

You nod. You're not planning to scour his brain about the haunting details of his life as the Winter Soldier, but you were curious about his life before that.

“Does it look the same as it did back then? The diner, I mean.”

“For the most part. There’s some newer technology in there and updated furniture but the style is all the same. It’s kind of nice to go somewhere familiar.”

The two of you walk over to an empty bench and take a seat. Your hands are still intertwined, resting on Bucky’s thigh.

“One more question about the 30s and 40s and then we can head on over to the diner,” you say, making Bucky laugh and nod his head at you to continue.

“How were dates back then? Like would you do the same thing we’re doing now or was there anything different?”

“It’s mostly the same,” he tells you. Bucky looks down at your hand, admiring how you rub your thumb against his hand.

“But there were these dances. I haven’t seen anything like them nowadays.”

“I think the closest thing we have to that is nightclubs. I’m gonna assume that is not your scene,” you say, giggling at his disgusted expression.

“It isn’t. I like forties music. I tried to listen to newer stuff and it’s not all terrible, but still not my favorite. I don’t think anyone in a nightclub will play Tommy Dorsey or Dinah Shore.” You ponder that for a moment as he turns to observe what else is going on in the park.

Quickly, you take out your phone.

“What are you doing?” All you do is smile at him, setting your phone down on the bench and standing up in front of him. He raises an eyebrow suspiciously as you hold your hand out.

“Mr. Barnes, can I have this dance?” Bucky takes a look around. There were a few people around who seemed to not take notice of the music coming from your phone.

“Gladly,” he accepted, taking your hand. Bucky placed one hand on your hip and pulled you in closer to him.

“I must admit, I know this was my idea, but I don’t know how to dance,” you whisper to him. Bucky shakes his head, smiling so wide he thought his mouth would start hurting. He slowly moves his feet side to side.

“Just this is fine,” he mutters. He tries not to take his eyes off yours, but you’re so close and Bucky can’t help but look at your lips, slightly parted and letting out deep breaths. He moves your hand rest on his shoulder, both of his own now holding your hips.

You trail your fingers from his shoulder to behind his neck, clasping your hands there.

“Thank you for this,” Bucky says and he hums along to the song playing, ‘Be Careful, It’s My Heart’ by Frank Sinatra. You smile at it, so he keeps humming. Bucky leans his forehead against yours.

“I know it’s not perfect-”

“Doesn’t matter. It’s with you. And this is...it’s nice.” You feel like your heart is going to burst. His eyes keep flitting down to your lips and Bucky leans in.

As his lips ghost against yours, you move your head, so he ends up kissing your cheek. He pulls back, a confused look on his face.

“Save that for the end of the date, honey,” you tease, leaning up to kiss his cheek. You linger your lips against his skin before moving away from him and his scoff turns into a laugh.

“I’m holding you to that,” he says, biting the inside of his cheek.

“I hope you do” you mumble and Bucky pulls you in close to him, making you squeal. He twirls you and brings you back into his arms, his lips touching the top of your ear.

“Let’s go get some dinner now.” You nod and grab your phone, opting to let the music keep playing. Bucky doesn’t hesitate from telling you random music facts about the artists as you make your way to the diner.

And as you ramble on about your own favorite singer, Bucky thanks the heavens that he took a chance on you and that it was going better than he ever imagined.

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[doubleleoenergy]

The Chain

Listen to the wind blow, down comes the night. Running in the shadows, damn your love, damn your lies.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, passionate sex, LOTS of angst

Word Count: 2414

Author’s Notes: I wrote this for @buckyblues/@edenslibrary 4K Writing Challenge. The prompt I chose was the song The Chain by Fleetwood Mac, I absolutely LOVE Fleetwood Mac so this was a no brainer choice. I hope you all like it!

“Are you SCARED?” It’s a relatively normal question to ask after the events that have occurred over the past few days. They’d won, they’d really WON against Thanos, all forces joined together to retrieve the stones and make everything RIGHT. Of course, they hadn’t expected the victory to come at the expense of Tony Stark. He was a friend to them, a husband to Pepper and a father to Morgan. Tony was part of the many losses they’d endured from the moment Thanos snapped his fingers, and frankly, Steve was tired.

Tony’s funeral was set for the next morning followed by his MISSION to return all of the stones and Mjølnir to their EXACT spots in time. Steve was the first to offer up his services to return them, they’d already all lost so much and it just felt appropriate for him to bring them back. If anything went wrong, it was on him. And that was fine, he would lay down his life for the cause, just like Vision, Natasha, and Tony had done.

Steve was pulled from his thoughts by the delicate fingers wrapping around his chest from behind, the smell of her vanilla lavender perfume wafting through his nostrils. “Hm?” He asked, head turning over his shoulder to look at y/n.

“I said, are you scared? You know, for returning the stones.” Her voice was soft as she spoke, chewing nervously on her bottom lip. Y/N HERSELF was nervous, but they were one mission away from the conclusion of the nightmare they’d been living over the past FIVE years. Although there’d be more missions to come, as always, she was looking forward to enjoying at least a few days of alone time relaxing with Steve.

Her question makes Steve shake his head, turning around where he sat to meet her gaze. “No, I’m not scared.” He was being honest, he wasn’t scared. More so, he was CURIOUS. He had learned that going back to return the stones would be quite simple, as long as he followed the same rules he had when they had originally retrieved them. However, there was one thought that crossed his mind about going back in time.

PEGGY. 

Peggy Carter had been stuck in his brain ever since he’d gone back in time with Tony and saw her, saw her in the FLESH. She was right there in front of him and he couldn’t do anything about it, given the mission at hand. Running into her would’ve changed EVERYTHING, but just seeing her for that brief moment in time made that familiar warmth for her grow in his chest. It was clear she still loved him when he’d seen the picture of himself on her desk, and of course, he still loved her. He always WOULD love her.

But then along came y/n and suddenly he had opened his heart to ANOTHER woman. They had met when he was running about his nomadic life, she was a pleasant surprise and a great ESCAPE for him. She’d been with him ever since, and he truly did LOVE her. And although he loved her, he still couldn’t get the scenario of returning the stones out of his head. What if he stayed in the 40’s with his first love Peggy Carter, living out the life he had once hoped they would have?

“Then what’s got you so deep in thought?” Her hands move to cup his face, moving him to look at her. “We don’t keep secrets, remember? You can tell me ANYTHING.” It was true, they refused to keep secrets between them; their relationship was built on communication and trust from the start.

Steve sighed, it’s not FAIR to keep his thoughts to himself, especially if it meant hurting her in the long run. He pulls her hands from his face, moving to hold them in his lap. His eyes stare at their hands together, unsure of how to start the conversation. “I’ve just been thinking about tomorrow, about returning the stones…” He pauses, furrowing his brows. “I told you that I saw Peggy when I went back with Tony to retrieve the tesseract. Of course I’m going to go back and return the stone to that point in time, and I can’t help but think about...WELL, about what life would’ve been like if I didn’t go into the ice. What would have happened if I made it back to her…”

Y/N’s heart is breaking at his words, she COMPLETELY understood how he felt about Peggy, and she had never minded when he spoke about her. It didn’t bother her of course because it was all related to the past, not related to the present or the FUTURE.

She’s distracting herself from crying by listening to the wind blow through the open window. She turns her head towards it, noticing how the night came down and enveloped the sky in the moon and stars. They sat in silence like this for a moment before she turned her attention back to him, letting go of his hands.

“I can’t believe you’d even THINK about that as a possibility.” She’s frustrated, getting up off the bed and running her hands through her hair. She didn’t LIKE this feeling, the feeling of being second best. She didn’t deserve to feel like that. “After all we’ve been through, after the YEARS of pain and suffering, after finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel...you want to throw all of this away...throw ME away.” Her voice is rising now but she can’t help it.

Steve doesn’t know how to respond, taking a few deep breaths to keep his composure. “I was just saying I was THINKING about it, nothing is set in stone.” Y/N can’t help but scoff at the words, her arms flailing as she speaks. “Nothing is set in STONE? I SHOULD be set in stone, this shouldn’t even be a discussion.” She hissed, fighting back tears once again. 

“I know, I KNOW okay? You asked me what I was thinking and I was being honest, as I have always been with you. There has always been a part of me that wondered what if with her, and then I met you and things have been INCREDIBLE, but the thoughts have never left” Steve admitted, a part of him wishing he hadn’t even been honest.

“This is it, Steve. Tomorrow is THE day you take those stones back so you’re going to have to make a decision.” She moves closer to the bed, arms crossed against her chest, her eyes locking on his blue hues as the tears that she had been keeping at bay start to fall down her cheeks. “If you don’t love me NOW, you will NEVER love me again.” She declared. “It’s me or Peggy. If you choose her I’m gone.”

Her tears pull him back to reality, what was he even THINKING? Was he really about to go back in time, return the stones, and go back to Peggy? What if what they had wasn’t enough to keep them together? He’d end up stuck in the past, unhappy with the decision he made, wishing he had chosen y/n instead.

“Babygirl…” The words are soft and she practically MELTS at his pet name for her. He stands up, pulling her into his chest, caressing her tousled hair. “I’m sorry...I DO love you, alright? I told you I wanted you forever and I do, I would NEVER break the chain.” The chain is how Steve liked to refer to their relationship, their BOND. ‘You and I are stronger than string, you’ve got me tied to you by a metal CHAIN babygirl..’ He had once said, back when they’d first gotten together in the nomad days.

Y/N slowly relaxes into his chest, the words loosening the pain she was feeling in her heart. “I love you SO much.” She leans up to press a kiss to his lips, rushed and sloppy and with EVERY bit of passion she had for him. Steve’s lips melt to her own, hands trailing down her back until they reach the bottom of her ass, tugging her up into his arms. Her hands are roaming through his hair, only breaking the kiss when they both have run out of AIR.

Steve wastes no time in tossing her gently against the bed, both of their hands clawing at buttons, zippers, and fabric until their clothes are thrown in a pile on the floor. “I love you too.” He whispers against her lips, fingers rubbing in circular motions against her clit. Y/N’s nails claw at Steve’s chiseled back, ARCHING her own as his lips place hot kisses to the skin of her collarbone.

Her nails rake down his sides until she reaches his cock, wrapping her hand around it and eliciting a GROAN of approval from Steve. “Need you, Steve...please.” She begged below him, hips rolling into his hand as he rubbed his fingers along her damp folds.

He nestles himself between her thighs, rubbing the tip of his cock against her wetness before pushing inch by inch inside. She’s so warm, so TIGHT around him, rolling his hips forward once more until he bottoms out. Y/N instinctively wraps her legs around him, pulling him as deep as she can, eyes closing in satisfaction. 

“You’re so WET babygirl...feel so good wrapped around my cock.” His hips move back and forth, pulling out until just the tip is inside her before plunging back in again. The rhythm is filled with passion, fucking into her like it was the LAST time he’d ever be able to do so.

“Fuck, Steve I’m gonna…” Her breath hitched as waves of pleasure rolled over her, Steve’s pace continuing as he fucked her through her orgasm. It isn’t much long after she had come undone before he does as well, pumping his seed deep inside, COATING her. They stay connected, taking several minutes to catch their breath before Steve pulls out, rolling over and tugging y/n into his side.

“That was incredible…” Steve mumbled, eyes closing. Y/N’s body calms against his side, her breathing heavy as sleep enveloped her. Steve rubbed his fingers up and down y/n’s back as she slept, the events of tomorrow continuing to play out in his mind until he also fell asleep.

Tony’s funeral had proceeded that morning without a hitch, everyone solemnly suffering as they shared stories of their former Avenger, their FRIEND. It happened to be a beautiful day out for the funeral, the sun shining brightly against the water. Tony wouldn’t have had it any other way.

Shortly after many of the attendees had filtered out, Steve changed out of his black suit and into the advanced tech suit he had worn the last time he went back in time with the Pym particles.

He stood with Bruce (half Hulked out) and Sam, watching the stones glisten as Bruce opened the clasp on the briefcase.

“Remember.” Bruce stated. “You have to return the stones to the EXACT moment you got ‘em or you’re gonna open up a bunch of nasty alternative realities.”

“Don’t worry Bruce.” Steve replied, shutting the briefcase closed. “Clip all the branches.” Steve and Bruce talk briefly before Steve starts walking towards the time machine, Sam by his side.

“You know, if you want, I could come with you.” Sam is SERIOUS in his tone, Steve making eye contact with him. “You’re a good man, Sam. This one’s on me though.” Steve approaches Bucky next, a smile spreading across his face. “Don’t do anything stupid till I get back.” He orders, a matching smile spreading on Bucky’s own face. “How can I? You’re taking all the STUPID with you.” The two embrace for a moment before pulling away.

“Gonna miss you, buddy.” Bucky confessed, eyes twinging with sadness. Steve doesn’t want him to worry, turning his head before walking towards y/n. “It’s going to be okay, Buck.”

Steve’s hand comes up caress your cheek, gripping at your chin to pull you in for a kiss. It feels DIFFERENT from the rest, more FINAL. “I love you, y/n. I always will.” She furrows her brows at the comment, squeezing his bicep gently.

“I love you too, now go on, you’ve got some stones to return.”

Steve turns and walks up the stairs and into the time machine, holding the briefcase tightly in one hand with Mjølnir in the other. “How long is this gonna take?” Sam asks, turning to look at Bruce. “For him, as long as he needs. For us, five SECONDS. You ready, Cap?” Bruce inquired, resulting in a nod from Steve. “All right, we’ll meet you back here, okay?”

“You bet.” With that Steve closes his helmet, y/n letting go of a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. Five seconds. It’ll just be five seconds and he’ll be BACK to her.

“Going quantum. Three...two...one…” With that Steve is snapped away, leaving everyone to look at the empty time machine. “And returning in five...four...three...two...one…” Bruce presses the button, a worried look on his face. He starts to play with a few buttons, y/n’s eyes widening with FEAR.

“Where is he?” Sam questioned, turning his head to Bruce. “I don’t know. He blew right by his time stamp. He should be here.”

“Bruce, get him the HELL back.” Y/N snarled, this could NOT be happening. What if he was stuck somewhere in time forever? As y/n, Sam, and Bruce converse Bucky notices something off in the distance, turning his voice to the attention of the group.

“Guys…” They all turn in Bucky’s direction, y/n walking over to him and searching for what he was looking at. Her eyes narrow in on someone sitting on a bench in the distance, a sigh of relief leaving her lips. She jogs towards the figure on the bench, a SMILE spreading on her face.

“Steve, I thought we lost you forever” Her voice trails off taking in the sight of him. Yes, it’s him, but he’s aged SIGNIFICANTLY. She looks over his outfit, noticing a thin band around his ring finger, THE ring finger.

“Y/N…” His voice is frail, turning to look at her, a sigh leaving his lips. “Y/N, I’m REALLY sorry.”

Hot tears start to stream down her face, her head shaking in disbelief. How could he? After last night, how could he do THIS?

“I can STILL hear you saying you would never break the CHAIN...”

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[maeve-writes]

Little Red Corvette

Pairing: TFATWS!Bucky x Reader

Rating: 18+; Minors DNI

Warnings: Fluff, some angst, public sex, slight praise and daddy kink.

Summary: Bucky finds happiness in fixing up classic cars. He has his sights set on one in particular. When he can’t find it, you make it your mission to do whatever it takes to get it.

a/n: This is written for @buckyblues 4k Follower Challenge. (Congrats again!) I chose Little Red Corvette by Prince. Normally I’m inspired by lyrics, but the idea of Bucky in a sexy red two seater with a pretty lil’ thing next to him made me weak. I wanted this to be straight up smut but feelings got in the way.

This is not beta’d. Forgive any mistakes!

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When Bucky came to terms with his new life, found some peace in a world without Soldat looming over his shoulder, he found solace in his tinkering. He would often take apart whatever technology he could find to see how it worked only to put it together again. It was therapeutic, a constant reminder that things were never broken for long, someone would always be there to fix it.

You were the one to piece him back together. Sam helped, too, of course, tightening any loose screws you may have missed, but you did all of the heavy lifting. You found out what made Bucky work, what parts needed replacing and you fixed him. He would never be the original James Barnes, but no one ever stayed the same, and you didn’t want him to be. You liked the man you woke up next to every morning, who blinked at you with sleep hazed eyes and pressed lazy kisses across your face. You loved the man that ravaged you at night, on any surface, buried as deep as he could go so he could become a part of you, to feel you against his soul.

While you found his tinkering irksome at times, especially when he would steal the coffee maker or microwave when you were in a rush to get to work and just need to zap fry breakfast and fill up your thermos, it was mostly endearing to see his nose scrunched up in concentration as he disassembled things with childlike fascination. 

What broke you was when you flopped down on the couch with controller in hand and no console to receive its signal. 

Storming into the garage, you slammed open the door to find him hunched over his work bench. “James,” you hissed through clenched teeth. You could see his muscle tense underneath the grey henley he had on, his breathing stilled. Only two women ever used that tone with him, one was his mother, the other was you, and he wasn’t sure which he was more afraid of. When he didn’t answer, you leaned against the door frame and glared at the large frame of his back. “Care to tell me where my PS5 is?” 

His shoulder dropped slightly and he dared to look over it at you. Bucky had seen death, had seen war, had seen the near end of the universe itself and nothing made his blood run colder than the receiving end of your icy stare. “I’ll put it back together,” he offered. The grinding of your teeth made him flinch and he dropped his tools to cross the room and make things right.

It took two months to find a replacement for your beloved PlayStation. How could he have known how hard it was to find one in stock? Even when it came in and he hooked it back up for you, you still held out one more day before you finally caved and forgave him with a two day fuckfest that ended with a proposal that Bucky moved on from electronics to cars.

He took the suggestion and ran with it. The next day he and Sam went to the junkyard to find a good frame with potential and towed it back with that bright, genuine smile of his and an eagerness to get started. He spent days on the internet ordering parts, looking up facts on what modern modifications worked best, and watched video after video of reviews on classic sports cars.

You found him in the garage most nights when his dreams became too much and he didn’t want to wake you. Some nights you would bring him snacks with a kiss and leave him to his work. Other nights you would climb behind him on his bench, wrap your arms around his waist and sleep against his back. Either way, you allowed him to work because that’s what Bucky needed.

When he wasn’t off on a mission or wrapped up in you, he was researching cars or fixing them. After one was finished from the base up, he’d give it away or offer it to a charity auction, then start all over. He had his favorites, every “car guy” did, and he also had his white whale.

One night you felt him crawl up your body impressively hidden behind the spread of your book. You lifted a curious brow but before you could lower your novel, he shoved his tablet in your face as he took a seat on your thighs. “Every time I try to find one, someone snatches it away,” he told you, voice a little huffy as if he was seconds away from a tantrum. 

“It can’t be that hard,” you tutted, tucking your book away to help him with his search. It turned out that it was incredibly hard to find any sort of form of his new obsession. Every post that either of you found had been sold or had a sale pending. Even body frames were hard to come by, much to your luck. “I’m sorry, babe, but we’ll find one soon.”

Bucky resigned himself to finding a filler car. While he was still enthusiastic about fixing up something new, you could tell his heart was set on it - the 1965 Corvette Convertible, specifically, Rally Red in color. There wasn’t much that your man asked for in life, even though it owed him so much, so for him to yearn for one thing so much and not be able to obtain it, it upset you.

So, you were going to make it happen. 

You spent your days working as usual and your nights searching for his coveted car. Your browser was filled with tabs, each watching car auctions, only to be outbid on all of them. Frustrated, you flipped on your VPN, opened up your TOR browser and dipped into the dark web to dig deeper. It wasn’t your first time going through back channels to get what you wanted and it wouldn’t be your last. If it would make Bucky happy, it would be worth the risk.

Two weeks later you told Bucky you would be working later than usual. You had been playing up a huge project at work and the deadline was coming closer. He, of course, hated when you were out past dark without him, but he never vocalized his concerns because he knew the bite he would receive in return. You could take care of yourself, he knew that, but he would still worry because that was his job.

You took an Uber from work to meet the seller at the small airport on the edge of the city. The man was from Germany and specialized in vintage cars; if he didn’t have one you wanted, he’d find one for a hefty price, of course. But any amount was worth your man’s happiness, at least that’s what you tell yourself as you held the small bag of cash in your hand as you crossed the airfield.

Sitting outside what you assumed to be a private jet was the cherry red two seater, top already down and looking as beautiful as the picture you saw online. Yeah, it was going to be worth every penny. “Jonas,” you asked as you approached the man standing cross armed next to the car. He towered over you by at least a full foot and a half and was just as wide. His dark eyes watched you approach, a curious flint sparked in them.

“Yes. You are early,” he noted. He held out a beefy hand and you placed the money in it. “Not one for pleasantries, hmm?” His laughter echoed across the runway and you offered him an amused smile. “Your man is a lucky one.” His other hand was held out, this time with the keys to the car. “For you to meet a complete stranger in the middle of the night, it is dangerous, no?”

You narrowed your gaze and lifted a brow. It seemed your look was enough of an answer because Jonas gave you another laugh. “A woman of very little words, I like you. We will do business again, yes?” It was a statement rather than a question. “Enjoy.”

He swept an arm toward the driver seat and you slid inside. With a turn of the key, the car purred to life and a smile grew on your face. You revved the engine twice, nodded to the man a few feet away before you sped towards your house to give Bucky his gift. 

When you got home, he wasn’t there. You found a note left on the kitchen counter: Beers with Sam. -B

Normally you wouldn’t mind him going out because you were happy that he would be even willing to leave the house, but to only leave a note and not text you seemed worrisome.

You pushed any more negative thoughts out of your mind and headed to take a shower. By the time you got out and headed back to the kitchen to make yourself a quick sandwich, Bucky was home, sitting on the counter and watching you. “Hey, handsome, how’s Sam?” You leaned up to kiss him, but it wasn’t returned. “Something wrong?”

“You weren’t at work,” Bucky said evenly. “We stopped by to grab you dinner and you weren’t there.”

Your skin heated and you sighed. “Bucky, I can explain-“

He cut you off with a dismissive wave of his metal hand. “Don’t bother. If you’re seein’ someone else, you can just tell me.”

You recoiled like he slapped you across the face. “James,” you snapped, which caused him to tense up, “I would never, ever even dream of being with anyone but you.” You forced your way between his legs and cupped his face in your hands to make him look at you. “You are all that I want and no one will ever compare to you. Don’t ever say that again, okay? You’ll break my heart.”

He didn’t say anything, not for a few minutes, and neither did you. All he could do was stare into your eyes and see the truth in them. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I shouldn’t have said that.”

“It’s okay, I know why you did,” you assured him and pressed another kiss to his lips, this time you received one in response. “Now, can I tell you why I wasn’t at work?” He nodded once, a tiny glint of worry still lingering in his eyes. “Well, I’d rather show you.”

You stepped away from the counter and pulled him along with you. With his hand in yours, you led him to the garage and flipped on the light with a, “Ta-da!”

“Oh, darlin’,” he breathed as he let go of you and stumbled into the room towards the car, all of the fear, worry and angst melting away instantly. “How did you-“ You pinched your forefinger and thumb together and twisted them in front of your pursed lips. He rolled his eyes but smiled and gestured to the driver seat.

“All yours, handsome,” you winked and hit the button to open the garage door.

He shook his head and patted the seat next to him, “You’re comin’ with me.” When you protested saying you were in your night clothes, he waved it off. “We’re just goin’ for a drive, sweetheart, nothin’ to dress up for.” You joined him with a reluctant sigh and flopped into the passenger seat. 

When the key turned and the engine purred, Bucky let out a pornographic moan. You turned to him, brow perked. “Sweetheart,” he rasped, “you have no idea what this car does to me.” Your eyes flickered to the quickly growing bulge in his jeans before his deep chuckle caught your attention, “Or maybe you do.”

He reached over to pinch your chin between two metal fingers before crashing his lips against your own. His tongue fought its way inside of your mouth and licked sinfully against the roof of it. “Buckle up,” he whispered against the gasp you released as he sat back.

Lightheaded, you did as instructed and watched him adjust the mirrors and lights before he pulled out of the garage and sped down the driveway and through the neighborhood. His face was bright in the evening light, his smile outshone the moon. “You’re gorgeous,” you told him breathlessly, and you would have most likely not been heard over the wind whipping around you by any other person, but your super soldier caught every syllable and flushed at the compliment.

He took your hand into his and brought it to his lips, kissing each knuckle before it came to rest on his thigh. You could feel the happiness radiating off of him, seeping into your own pores and filling you up until your lips turned up into a matching smile. “What’re you thinkin’ about,” he asked you, flicking his attention from the road to you and back again.

“You,” you replied, “always you.”

The smile on his face grew and he squeezed your hand once more. He found a new happy place, one outside of your shared home, one not between your legs. It was there, in that car, racing free down the open road with his best girl in the seat next to him. “I’m thinkin’ about you, too,” he said as his hand guided yours towards his lap.

“Mr. Barnes,” you gasped playfully but allowed him to rest your hand against his tented jeans, “we can’t do this, it’s sinful.”

“Live a little, darlin’,” he played along, forcing you to squeeze him which caused him to groan.

You pinned your bottom lip between your teeth and rubbed at him over his clothes, feeling the heat of his arousal coming off him in burning waves. Your fingers worked open the button of his pants and with a little maneuvering, you were able to fish out his cock, hard and thick, violently red and dripping with need. His hiss as it hit the cool air caused you to jump back for a moment, but his needy whimper drew you back again. “I swear to god, Bucky, if you crash and kill me, I’m going to haunt you,” you warned him.

He blinked, taken aback by the rather brash statement, about to ask what you meant by that but you were already unbuckled, bent forward and taking him into your mouth. “Oh fuck,” he groaned, metal hand gripping the steering wheel tight enough to pop the stitching on the leather coating. 

Your tongue swirled around his tip, gathering what leaked out before you flattened your tongue and took more of him in. He was thick and long, hard to take all at once, but you had learned from many hours of practice just how to get all of his glorious cock down your throat. Your hands worked what wasn’t wet with your tongue yet as you bobbed up to suck on his head and relax your jaw. “Feels like heaven, sweetheart,” he cooed above you, his free hand bundling up your hair to keep it out of the way. “Fuck, your mouth works my cock so good.”

Delighted at his praise, you hummed in return that sent sparks to his core. You took more of him in, nearly all of him, with your cheeks hallowed and your tongue dancing along his skin. More praise fell from his lips, encouraging words and filthy promises, you almost forgot you’re in the car until the tires started to hit the bumps along the white line - an indication that Bucky was veering off of the road.

You pulled off of him much to his disappointment and saw that he parked along the side of the road. “What’re you doing,” you asked, wiping your spit away with the back of your hand. 

“You told me not to crash,” he shrugged and undid his seatbelt. “Now get over here and ride Daddy’s cock.”

The words hit you dead center and you nearly collapsed from how weak and needy they made you. “We seriously can’t do this, Buck, anyone can come by and see.”

“That’s livin’, darlin,” he replied. His flesh hand wrapped around his cock and started to pull on it, staring at you with half lidded eyes and a groan rumbled in his throat. “Are you gonna just sit there and stare or are you gonna enjoy the ride?”

Absently, you licked your lips and watched his hand work himself and honestly felt a little jealous of it. That was your cock, it was your responsibility to make it feel good. Thoughts of getting caught and thrown in jail over public indecency were thrown out of the window and you crawled over to him, losing your sleep shorts on your way over.

“No panties? That’s my good girl,” Bucky grinned, his hand moved from himself to your hips as you climbed into his lap. “Been thinkin’ about this pretty pussy all day.” He hungrily licked his lips and reached between your bodies to run his fingers through your folds, drawing a gasp from you. “Absolutely soakin’, hm? Been thinkin’ about me, too?”

You nodded, your pussy clenching around nothing as Bucky’s fingers teasingly danced around your hole. “Daddy,” you whined, desperate for any sort of attention, “please?”

“What do you need, sweetheart,” he purred, his thumb ghosting over your clit as your slick began to run down your thighs. 

“You, Daddy,” you answered, hoping that was enough. “All of you. Only you.”

Bucky seemed to be happy with that and slid two thick fingers inside of you. “Such a greedy little pussy,” he hummed, slowly pulling them out again as you whined above him. “You need to be filled, don’t you, baby? My fingers won’t be enough.”

Your teeth dug into your bottom lip once more, threatening to draw blood, when you shook your head in response. “Need your cock,” you told him. “Please.”

“Always askin’ so nicely, sweetness, how could I deny you?” He twisted his fingers inside you one last time before he held himself steady so you could line up. “Sink down on Daddy’s cock like a good girl.”

You steadied yourself with one hand on the headrest of his seat and the other was used to guide his tip towards your core. Once he slipped inside, your hand shot up to grip at his shirt as you lowered yourself with satisfied moan which was nearly drowned out by Bucky’s. “Too big,” you sighed, seated and feeling stretched and full.

“But you’re takin’ it, darlin’,” he smiled up at you, his skin flushed and covered in a thin layer of sweat. “You’re doing so good.” You preened at his compliment and returned his smile. “You move when you’re ready.”

You took the time to adjust to angle and his size, leaning down to exchange a lazy kiss. When you parted for air, you shifted your weight to wrap your arms around his neck and raised your hips to slide up his cock only to slam back down with a moan.

“Is that how you’re gonna to play it, sweetheart,” he asked breathlessly. When you replied with the same harsh roll of your hips, Bucky growled and his hands found your hips. You could feel the bite of his grip against your bone, you knew the bruises it would bring in the morning, but it would be worth it. “Can’t have a nice, slow fuck in the car, can we? My girl needs it hard and rough.”

He shifted his legs to plant his feet firmly on the floor of the car and started to meet your hips with a harsh snap of his own. Delighted at the feral snarl that curled his lips, you increased your speed, bouncing on his thick thighs as he fucked up into you, a growl erupting from him with each meeting of your hips. “Yes,” you gasped, “that’s it, Daddy. Just like that.”

“Yeah, I know how my dirty little girl likes it,” he grunted over the sound of your skin slapping and your slick sex sucking him in. “I can hear how much she likes it.”

Your head fell forward as he pounded up into you, the lewd squeak of the seat joined the chorus of your moans. “So close,” you told him.

But he already knew by the way you fluttered around him, coaxing him toward his own end. His metal hand left your hip and moved between you to seek out your swollen bud. “Gonna cum for me, good girl,” he asked. You tried to answer, tried to nod, but the way his hips shoved up into you and the cool metal against your heated sex that rubbed desperately at your clit was far too much.

A delicious snap came from within you and spread a white hot fire throughout your body. You came with his name on your lips, a desperate, holy cry. And he wasn’t far behind, a few hard thrusts and he spilled into you, whispering praise and adoration.

You stayed joined until the mess between your legs became itchy and the bugs started to swarm from the sweat on your bodies. “Best mill and half I’ve ever spent,” you sighed happily, lifting off of his lap.

“Wait, how much?!”

#bucky barnes x read #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #buckyblues 4k challenge

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Written for buckyblues 4k writing challenge! This is the first of two that I’m writing (the second will be the finale to my White Wolf series). Thank you for giving my writing a kick. Congrats again on 4k, darling! @buckyblues​ @edenslibrary

Title: running in the shadows (3,109 words) Prompt: The Chain - Fleetwood Mac Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Sam Wilson Warning/Rating: Mature, for graphic violence Other Tags: angst, injured character, lots of blood AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32126095

It was the last place that he’d be, and Sam knows that. He didn’t come here to try and find his -

To find Bucky.

He came here to feel closer to Bucky, to conjure up the last memories of them before Bucky went… wherever it was he went.

He closes his eyes, inhales deeply through his nose, salt heavy in the air. It stings as much as the empty bed that Sam woke up to. He listens to the wind blow, swears that if he concentrates hard enough he can hear Bucky’s voice whispering in his ear, imagining it to say something like I’m sorry, Sammy.

The ghost of Bucky’s presence sits on the docks next to him, watching the sun rise while the rest of Delacroix sleeps. Sam closes his eyes, summons the last image of Bucky here with the oranges and purples reflecting off Bucky’s blue-seafoam eyes, remembering the words “I love you” Bucky had whispered right before their last kiss here.

His hands absentmindedly twirl around the chain - Bucky’s, actually - the dogtags resting heavier on his chest than ever before. A piece of Bucky that he had always kept on him ( “never want to forget who I am again”) and yet he’d given them to Sam (“never want you to forget me, either”). Now Sam can’t help but think Bucky planned this all along.

When he opens his eyes, Bucky is still gone, still halfway around the world, running in the shadows, chasing after something.

Sam almost destroys himself following Bucky’s trail, always a step or two behind. He’s not willing to talk to the people Bucky talks to, even when he can find them. The price seems too high and he briefly wonders what favours Bucky’s exchanged for their information. No - he doesn’t actually want to know. He asks just about everybody he knows to reach out to anyone they can, to help him, knowing that he’s going to owe a lot of explanations.

It takes months. The world is in a frenzy when Captain America doesn’t show his face, and the team - they pull together as best they can but they can’t help but worry. It makes him feel worse, but every time he tries to give it - Bucky - up, he remembers how Bucky feels, how he tastes.

There’s a flaming sense of betrayal that flares up in his chest, he carries with him to England, to France, to Spain. He knows that Bucky is still getting his messages because the phone still rings and rings and rings until the automated voice says that voicemail hasn’t been set up. He carries that lingering rejection through Morocco, through Libya, Egypt.

He’s in Sudan, heading south, when Sharon tells him to turn around and head back to Kazakhstan. Bucky’s in Russia, where it arguably all began, and Sam cannot fathom why Bucky wouldn’t just ask for help. He hates that place, knows that Bucky hates it even more, for obvious reasons.

He lands in Nursultan Nazarbayev, and that’s the best that Sharon can do. Sam understands, it’s not easy to chase someone who’s more myth than man, who happens to be a master of hiding. He knows he shouldn’t use the wings for his own personal use, shouldn’t flash the red, blue and silver here, but Bucky’s too fast and Sam can’t risk the man slipping through his fingers.

He catches him in Astana, at the last safehouse Bucky has in the area. Sam tenses, ready to catch Bucky if the soldier decides to run, but he doesn’t. Bucky just inhales sharply, stares at Sam with wild, feral eyes and freezes.

Sam looks at the love of his life, hates that this man looks less like Bucky, more like the fugitive that tore up a highway and almost killed him.

“Come home,” he pleads. Bucky backs up, toward the window and Sam launches himself instantly, his wings knocking into the sparse belongings in the tiny apartment. Bucky doesn’t quite reach the window in time and Sam ends up wrapping his arms, and wings, around them because if Bucky really wanted to, he could break free from Sam’s grasp in a matter of seconds.

“Why are you here?” Bucky snaps at him, his hands on Sam’s waist but instead of pulling them closer, he’s pushing Sam away and it fucking hurts.  

“To stop you from going on a fucking suicide mission!” Sam yells back.

“You know damn well I can take care of my damn self,” Bucky hisses.

“Bucky, listen to me,” Sam goes slow, through gritted teeth. “You don’t have to do this, whatever you’re doing. Not alone. I can help you and -”

“Christ, Sam, you can’t fucking come with me!” Bucky shouts, wrenching himself free from Sam’s hold and pushing against the vibranium wings to break free. “Just - stay away from me, and go home.”

“I’ll stop chasing you, if you can look me in the eye and tell me what we had meant nothing to you. Tell me you don’t love me now. Tell me you’ll never love me again, and I’ll leave, you won’t hear from me again.” Sam’s voice cracks with desperation and hurt, with dread at hearing Bucky actually say the words that he fears the most.

He doesn’t - instead, he hears Bucky break the window to jump from the second story. In his wake, Sam feels a semblance of Bucky saying ‘I would never break your heart’  and they’re wrapped in each other’s arms, the sun and heat of Delacroix making them almost as dizzy as their love.

When Sam shakes it off, he’s surrounded by fragments of glass as broken as his heart. And Sam wants to scream damn your so-called love, damn your lies because that’s what it all feels like. An an internal war rages on inside him. He wants to curse the day Bucky came into his life, but he can’t bring himself to. He’d looked Bucky in the eyes and gave him the chance to put an end to - all of this. Yet, Bucky hadn’t said those dreaded words, so Sam goes out the window and tries to find a glimpse of his ghost in the shadows.

He knows that Bucky won’t be in Moscow, there’s too many people and not enough places to hide, so he rests, eats, and pulls everything that he’d borrowed from SHIELD, skimming the reports that Natasha had dumped all over the internet.

Even after years after the deprogramming, years of living as a free man, Bucky is still being controlled by HYDRA and it drives Sam absolutely fucking insane.

In Krasnoyarsk, he finds a HYDRA bunker by sheer luck - he had just been hoping to hide out for a bit before the wall crumbled upon his rather ungraceful landing. The silence should have been clue enough for Sam to realize he certainly wasn’t the first one to come by here.

The wall leads through a long, long hallway and all the doors have been left open, dented, or ripped right off their hinges and there is nothing but death and destruction. Sam knows that realistically, he should alert someone, but how is he going to explain this? He tells Joaquin his coordinates, asks for twenty-four hours, and Joaquin doesn’t try to ask why.

It’s worse in Orenberg, where there is an actual layer of blood across the entire floor of the tiny little room. Two bodies hang from the piping, by the ankles. Sam cuts them down, tries not to gag on the smell of urine and decay. Bucky had probably been here before Krasnoyarsk but Sam can’t find a pattern to any of this, he just prays that he’ll find Bucky soon, if not at the finish line, wherever that may be.

He digs around the small facility, which only has a desk and one computer. HYDRA has never stopped trying to infiltrate organizations all around the world, like SHIELD. The computer has been smashed, but the old school printer still has half a page jammed in its teeth, and Sam tears it out. He doesn’t understand any of it except “Lipetsk”. So that’s where he goes, sending a picture of his torn up clue to Sharon.

The underground facility is bigger here, equipment more akin to what Sam had read about. Sam almost barks out a laugh when he sees the remnants of a “mindwipe chair” in the corner, completely gutted and torn, the metal sharp and angry, sticking out at unnatural angles. Sam can envision Bucky ripping it apart with his bare fucking hands, decades of vengeance built up. God, he misses his - he misses Bucky.

And so it goes, he follows the breadcrumbs that Bucky didn’t care to clean up, or maybe purposely leaves behind, Sam can’t be sure. He finds facilities all over Russia - some big, some small. Some look like they’re for research, others have cages Sam resolutely tries not to picture Bucky in and operating tables that scream torture. The only thing they all have in common is that Bucky’s been through them and left nothing salvageable.

The old bank-converted-bunker in Ivanovo was literally on fire when Sam had arrived. He had to stay behind, trying to bite back the feeling of frustration knowing Bucky had just been there.

When he marks off the cities he’s been to, the map looks like a drunken constellation, threads running across the country, and he knows that if he can’t come up with something then he needs to face the music. Needs to leave this wild goose chase. Needs to go back to being Captain America. Needs to stop disappointing himself and untether the chain that keeps reeling him into Bucky’s mess.

There’s no rhyme or reason, just that Bucky is apparently determined to burn every remainder of HYDRA to the ground. It’s not that Sam doesn’t understand - he does. He’s had the same thought himself: every time Bucky winces in pain, recalibrating his arm, every far-off look that Bucky gets when Sam’s not sure where he’s at, every nightmare Bucky’s had, where he wakes up in shivers and cold sweats. It started long before he even came to care for Bucky: every file Steve handed him that just revealed more and more horrors.

So, yeah, he thinks that every stain that HYDRA has left on this earth should be rid of. But what he doesn’t understand is Bucky just disappearing one night, leaving nothing behind but people who worried, or Bucky building up all the walls that Sam had worked so hard to tear down. How did they go from I love you to this?

Another week rolls by and Sam has no more leads. The safehouses, bunkers, hideouts, storage facilities have all been destroyed beyond repair or recognition. It’s over.

He almost leaves, but Sharon shows up, long white fur coat and thick blonde hair flapping in the wind. Her eyes are sharp as ever, but filled with concern.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Sharon asks, when she says she knows where Bucky is. Sam is so blinded with his exhaustion and anger, he just signals for her to lead the way, to Kotelniki of all places.  

It’s not a warehouse, or a half-standing abandoned building like the rest. It’s a literal mansion - a castle, even, with vines along the outside, completed with iron gates and stone walls. It looks like a vampire should live here, and they’re about to encroach on their land. The only thing that ruins the image is the dozens of agents - CIA, likely, if Sharon’s here, that surround the place, alert and ready.

“Seriously?” He can’t help but ask. Sharon doesn’t say anything, which is unlike her, her face solemn. Suddenly, Sam has a terrible, sinking feeling.

“Sharon,” his voice is barely above a whisper. The front door that they walk through had evidently been rigged with a trap, the tiles beneath them crushed with blood splattered across them, metal gears underneath visible. The whole place is like a haunted mansion - antiques and paintings line the halls, but there are no lights, no sign that anyone truly lived here. There are shredded curtains, bullet casings and unmoving bodies surrounding them. Sam can practically taste the copper in the air with the bloodshed. They ignore the stairs, and follow the trail of blood instead. Sam prays that none of this blood belongs to Bucky, but he already knows that he’s asking for too much.

If the bloodied footprints weren’t a clear indication, the warpath certainly was.

“How many people were in here?” Sam asks Sharon.

“We have no idea. This one wasn’t on anyone’s radar until we picked up activity and well,” she waves at the yard. There's more blood and bodies than grass at this point.

“Then how - ” Sam doesn’t bother to finish. He doesn’t want to know.

“Your guess is as good as mine,” Sharon just snorts. Her gun is trained in front of her, and it hadn’t even occurred to Sam to be on alert. Bucky is nothing if not thorough.

A trap door leads them straight down into an even darker cellar. Blood clearly shines from the top of the spike trap underneath the splintered floorboards.

Sharon gracefully lowers herself feet first, swinging and gaining momentum enough to land beside the spiked trap. Sam does the same, and looks to where Sharon points her flashlight - a singular room with a dim light, flickering. Sam’s hair stands on end as they creep closing.

The sight that greets him brings him to his knees, his body giving out from the shock and fear. Bucky is the first to break the silence.

“What the fuck,” Bucky rasps at the two of them. An honest to God spear pins him to the wall, right underneath his collarbone, inches from his heart, like they’re in a boobytrapped temple.

“I need medics ready,” Sharon says in her mic and Bucky shakes his head.

“Bomb,” he replies lazily, nods his head to point at the slumped over body. Sam can’t take in the dead man’s features when his attention is solely focused on the 8:53 counting down on the mechanism strapped across the man’s chest.

“Fuck,” Sharon mumbles before communicating to her team upstairs.

The wall behind him lights another spark of fear as his own face stares back at him, a whole wall of photos and notes; he feels bile rise when he sees the photo of him and Bucky on the boat, smiles bright as day. That was the day Bucky had left, Sam recognizes their outfits. It means someone was in Delacroix, just an arms length away from Sarah and the kids and Sam hadn’t even known. He clambers on his knees to Bucky, hands shaking as he sees Bucky’s chest heaving from the energy he’s exerted in clearing out this whole place and just staying alive while he bleeds out, his body unable to heal with the damn pole still embedded. He’s got cuts and bruises all over him from his rampage across Russia.

“Buck,” Sam whispers, his hand closing around Bucky’s. “You idiot.” Bucky just grunts.

“We gotta go,” Sharon’s sharp voice snaps them out of their reverie. There’s a large boom above them, and some of the foundation shakes loose, dust falling around them. “They’re clearing a path so you can fly him out. Medical is waiting.” Sam nods and looks at Bucky, who just grimaces.

They have to slide him off, the long way, because they can’t risk dragging the spearhead tearing back through him and Sam knows it must hurt, burn, even, but Bucky doesn’t make a sound, just clenching his jaw tight, Sam and Sharon on either side. He leaves a nasty streak of blood behind him, and when he’s finally pulled off, he exhales deeply, leans more of his weight on Sam.

Sharon leads the way, and Sam sees the pile of rubble that’d been decimated. He’s thankful that the spike pit is out of sight, doesn’t want to think about how  Bucky had landed on it.

“Sam,” Bucky murmurs into Sam’s neck as the Captain tucks Bucky in close and unfurls his wings. The strength is seeping out of him with every trickle of blood from his wound. At this point, he’s mostly stumbling along Sam, his vision blurry.

“Shh, I gotchu,” Sam reassures.

“Sam,” Bucky wants to say everything that’s been on his mind, beg Sam for forgiveness but what would that solve? Nothing. Someone will always be after Captain America, and Bucky will always put an end to them before they ever get their chance. He can’t be that person and still be Sam’s…

Sam takes off, feeling Bucky go limp against him, his arms wrapped around the unconscious figure protectively. Sharon’s team has Bucky in the back of their ambulance and hooked up in under a minute, and Sam pushes himself into the back with them, even if there’s no room. They start to protest, he thinks, but he hears Sharon’s voice.

“Let him be.”

Lying on the gurney, ashen faced, and bruised all over, he is no longer the shadow that Sam has been chasing. He’s just Bucky - fragile in some ways, despite his appearance. The only splash of colour on Bucky is the blood that still covers him, and he lays so still that he looks - Sam inhales sharply. He’s still furious with Bucky, but at least he has an answer now, somewhat. Bucky may have walked away from him, but he’d also burned the world down to protect him and his family. And, well, wouldn’t he do the same?

They don’t stitch him, it wouldn’t help anyway, they just glue his skin back together and let his body do the rest, pumping a cocktail of every nutrient and vitamin possible through an IV into him so he can burn through it all just to heal. He watches every rise of Bucky’s chest, and almost thinks about leaving, now that it’s finally come to end.

But he knows that everything they’ve been through these past couple of months is Bucky’s biggest unsaid confession.

I would kill for you.

I would give you up to protect you.  

I would die for you.

And so, Sam stays with memories of their wildfire love and brings Bucky’s bruised knuckles against his lips.

He thinks about the first time Bucky took a bullet for him. The first time Bucky caught a falling building to keep Sam safe. The way Bucky was ready to catch a falling armoured vehicle with his bare hands until Sam could get there. Bullheaded, stubborn Bucky, who would do anything for him. 

All of these moments keep us together.

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[maxburnett]

Last Dance, Bucky Barnes

Written for @buckyblues 4K Writing Challenge

pairing: 1940sFem!reader x 1940s!Bucky Barnes

genre/warnings: Angst/Fluff/Romance/Smut This fic involves smut! If you are under 18 please do not interact with this fic. Mentions of character death. Sad Bucky and Sad Reader :( Also, there's some Stucky in here if you squint on that note I left the ending up to your interpretation! Based off of the song/lyrics of the song Last Dance by Donna Summer Hope you enjoy the fic! Please reblog and review if you can ♥

words: 2,471

summary → You and Bucky have been dating for 6 months and he has some news that will change your life.

Bucky sat beside Steve as Steve drove down the road; he looked down at the old copy of The Hobbit in his hands that had your bookmark inside it. Something that one of his nieces had given him that his sister had held onto for all those years. He opened it up and saw an old sketch that Steve had drawn of the two of you all of those years ago; he closed his eyes as a single tear fell, and he brushed it away. All he could think about was you. The way you smiled, the way your lips felt against his. Sometimes he felt like he could feel your lips on his skin. But that was merely wishful thinking. He closed his eyes, holding the book close as he let his eyes drift off to sleep.

You smile as you sit beside Bucky, your head on his shoulder as he has his hands in yours. You're enjoying the sound of the music that's coming from the record that he had put on. He liked to listen to soft, slow music, but you were always more captivated by his eyes and his jawline than the music that played.

You and Bucky had been dating for 6 months, but your friendship had been just as long as his and Steve's had been. You had once punched a guy who was picking a fight with Steve, and they welcomed you into their close-knit friendship.

The relationship had been just kissing and cuddles and Bucky's hands up inside your shirt to feel your skin. He had told you that you were worth more than any other girl he had dated and that he loved you more than he's loved anyone ever in his life. You smile as you think back to the day he first told you that he loved you. He had been staring into your eyes while he had an arm around you as you read The Hobbit sitting beside him.

"Doll," he had whispered, causing you to look up at him. "I love you so much," he murmured, taking in how beautiful you looked as you read. "I love everything about you, doll," he said, causing a smile to spread across your face.

Steve sat in a chair facing the two of you, absentmindedly shading a drawing of the two of you. Bucky had been quiet, which wasn't like him. You gently moved your hand to his face, pulled his head to face yours, then looked deep into his cerulean eyes. Your fingers gently moved up his delicate features. He finally leaned a little, kissing your fingers as they were close to his lips.

"James," you whisper as his eyes find yours. He looks down at his hands that you take hold of.

At the mention of Bucky's first name, Steve closes his notebook, knowing that you only called him James when you wanted to talk about something serious. He walked back to his bedroom then you heard the sound of his door shut.

"James. Look at me. What's on your mind, Love?"

"I haven't told Steve ... you have to promise me you won't," he whispers.

"Told Steve what?" You ask, your hands finding his as he looks into your eyes before looking back down.

"I enlisted," he whispers. The slight smile that you had on your lips suddenly disappeared.

"Bucky," you whisper, as you could feel tears beginning to form. You closed your eyes, not wanting to cry in front of him. He took your head into his hands, pulled you close, and kissed you. The kiss was like no other kiss he had given you before. Soon you pulled away breathless. You clung to him as the tears fell.

"I love you. I have to do this, Doll," he says, his forehead pressed against yours. He takes your hands in his and pulls you up with him. He turns the record player's volume up a little higher. Placing his arms around your waist, he pulls you against his chest, your head resting into his white shirt as he leads you in a dance. You cry into his chest as he rests his head down against yours.

"I love you so damn much," he murmurs as he kisses the top of your head.

"I love you too, Buck," you whisper. He gives you a small smile as he continues to hold you against his form as the two of you dance with you in his arms.

"James. I don't know how I'm going to get through this. I need you by me ... without you, I don't know what I'm going to do," you murmur, looking up at him. "Make love to me," you as quietly as you could. You knew there was no guarantee that he would make it back. "Please ... make love to me," you say as the tears ran down your cheeks.

He kissed you and gently picked you up into his arms. Then, carrying you into his bedroom, he laid you onto his bed.

He laid above you, his elbows holding him up above your frame. He looked down into your eyes, his face softening as he wiped your tears away.

He kissed you. You closed your eyes as your hands ran into his hair. Your body lifted a little as he reached to pull your blouse over your head. He placed sweet, gentle kisses onto your neck, his lips moving down to your white bra as you guided his hands to the clasp so he could unclasp it.

The bra fell to the bed. You looked down into Bucky's as he placed his mouth over one of your hard nipples. You moaned and tugged on his hair and felt his tongue circling around the sensitive bud.

He placed sweet little kisses all over your breast before moving over to the other nipple and repeating it again for that breast.

You moaned as he moved lower, his fingers pulling at your skirt to push it down your legs. You wiggled out of it ad kicked off your shoes as he placed gentle kisses onto your tummy.

You could feel his lips going lower and lower until his fingers were hooked on each side of your white panties. He pulled them down, and you pushed them off with your toes before biting your lip as he looked up at you and then at your wetness.

"Already so wet for me," he murmurs and gently runs two of his fingers into your folds. You buck your hips against him, and he smiles.

"We got all night, doll," he murmurs before kissing your thigh as he pushes a finger inside of you and looks up at you loving the noises that you were making and the feel of his fingers being deep inside you. "Taking my fingers s' well." He smiles as he kisses your tummy after kissing his way up your thighs.

"Shit. Feels so good, Buck," you murmur as your hands find your breasts, and you rub them. He smiles as he rubs another finger over your clit, and your hands leave your breasts and go to his head. You pull on his hair as he removes his fingers and replaces them with his mouth.

"Taste s' sweet." He says against you before pushing his tongue gently into your core. It takes everything inside you not to rub against his face, but the moment he begins to lick and suck on your clit, you come undone, moaning out his name.

"That's my good girl," he says against you, then kisses your tummy before he lays back and pulls your naked body over his.

"Buck," you murmur. "Can I taste you?" You asked with a blushing face.

"Sure thing, doll," he says and kisses you before lying back and allowing you to undress him. You kiss his stomach and look up at him, your eyes filled with innocence and all of the love that you held for him. You promised yourself you wouldn't cry, but there was a sad way that he looked at you. You took a deep breath and continue to push his boxers down.

Your hands kneaded Bucky's thighs. He let out a gasp when your hands wrapped around his erection, slowly moving it up and down as you bit your lip and looked up at him.

"Oh God," he said, closing his eyes and placing his hands gently into his hair. "So good, doll. Your touch feels so good,"

"You like my hand ... wait until my mouth is on it," you say with blushed cheeks. Eventually, you took the tip of his erection into his mouth and took him in slowly. You gave yourself time to adjust as you looked up at him as you bobbed your head up and down slowly. His moans filled the room and Bucky pulled your hair gently.

"I need to be in you," he murmured. "Please," he said as he looked into your eyes.

You removed your mouth from his erection and kissed up his stomach and laid above him, and kissed his lips. His eyes landed on yours as he rolled you over, so he was on top again. He pushed into you slowly as you moaned out and held onto him.

"So tight," he murmured against your lips. His head leaning against you, he continued to slowly push into you, not wanting this night to end. If this was his last time with you, his last dance with the woman he loved more than anything. He wanted it to last as long as possible.

After a few minutes, you pulled on Bucky's hair pulling his hips closer with your legs. He kissed you and leaned his forehead against yours as he came deep inside you and your body began to shake as your own orgasm had your whole body shaking. He stayed inside you and held your body against his, his hand moving up and down your back, and the moment that the two of you pulled away and he pulled out of you made you feel like a knife had been slid into your stomach. He held you close like you were part of him and lazily kissed your head.

"Doll," he whispers.

"Mmmmm?" Was all you could get out due to your eyes getting heavy.

"Let's get married," he says and looks down at you. "Before I head out ... you Steve and I ... let's go to the courthouse and let's get married," he looked at you with pleading eyes, and you leaned and kissed him and nodded your head.

You and Bucky were married the following week. But, unfortunately, he was shipped off two weeks after that.

The day that you had gotten the letter of condolence was the most challenging day of your life. First, finding out that your husband wasn't coming back to you hurt. Then you learned that you had a small part of him inside you when you found out you were pregnant.

When you found out that Steve had saved him and that he was alive, he had sent a letter explaining everything to you. You felt like the luckiest girl in the world, but it got ripped away from you when you got another letter saying he was presumed to be dead.

The day you learned that he was missing and that he would never make his way back to you, you wanted nothing more than to go with him, but you knew you couldn't. You knew you had to give his little girl the amount of love that he had always given you. You gave birth to a healthy baby girl with eyes as blue as Bucky's and a soul even brighter than his smile that both haunted and soothed your dreams. It was in your dreams when you slept that you sometimes found peace in knowing that that night many years ago wasn't your last dance.

"Buck," a voice sounded, and Bucky opened his eyes and stretched his legs as he sat up. "We're here," he said as he looked out at the old-looking building. Bucky nodded his head and rubbed the back of his neck as they both got out of the car.

"Do you want me to go with you?"

"I'll be okay," he said as he got out of the car, leaving the book in the seat. He walked towards the house and up the stairs and knocked on the door, and waited.

"Just a second!" A voice said from the other side. The door opened a young woman smiled up at him. "Hi! You must be James!" she said and led him into the building and down a few halls.

"You're sure there's nobody else?" Bucky asked as they walked down the hall.

"Yeah, we had lawyers check. Your wife only had one child, and when your daughter and granddaughter passed, there was nobody else," She said before they walked into a room at the end of the hall.

They entered a room where he saw a woman sitting on the floor playing with a little girl with (Y/H/C) hair giggling as she held a Captain America figure in her hand.

"Lilly," the woman said down to the little girl who turned and smiled up at Bucky. "This is James. He's going to be taking care of you,"

"Please call me Bucky," James said with a smile as he looked at the Captain America Figure she held tightly to.

He leaned down to look at Lilly, his great-grandaughter that he was now the guardian over, and she smiled as she wrapped her arms tightly around him. Then, he closed his eyes, picked the little girl up, and headed to fill the final papers out, confirming that he had officially adopted Lilly.

He walked her out holding her hand, and Steve smiled as he walked over to where they were standing, and he leaned down to look at the little girl and smiled up at Bucky.

"You must be Lily," he said with a smile. "It's so good to finally meet you," he said as he stood beside Lilly and took her other hand in his. "What do you say we all head home?"

"Yeah!" She giggled. "You look like my figure," she said, holding it up as they got to the car.

"Why guess I do," Steve smiled as he opened the door and showed Bucky how to buckle Lilly in. Once Bucky got all the buckles done, Steve closed the door and smiled at Bucky.

"Are we really doing this?" Bucky asked as he rubbed the back of his neck with a small smile.

"Are we raising a kid together? We sure are Punk," Steve says with a broad smile as Bucky grins over at him and looks at Lilly through the window as she placed her Captain America figure into the seatbelt of her booster seat with her.

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[johnkrrasinski]

𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲

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Pairings: bucky barnes x female!reader

Word count: 1,507

Warning: SMUT!! (18+), use of toys, handcuffs, vibrators, mild bondage.

Summary: written for @celestialbarnes' 4k writing challenge with the prompt 'handcuffs'. congrats raachel! you deserve it love ♡. bucky came home from a mission and found a toy in your drawer that kept you satisfied while he was away. he decided to take advantage of it.

a/n: it's been awhile since i wrote a filthy one shot. enjoy! please leave a like, comment and reblog! :)

You stood in the middle of the room, anticipating his return. “Stay here and don’t move,” he whispered in your left ear, awakening the chills that ran down your spine. You only nodded in response and obeyed him. Your thoughts were racing, eager to find out what he had in store for you. Bucky had always had a way to keep things exciting in the bedroom, but this time, he took it to another level and you didn’t know whether you should be nervous or thrilled. (Thrilled, you were mostly thrilled.)

Since you began dating him, you learned that Bucky could be intense and passionate in making love. He tended to be more dominant, but he always had his limits and he’d never let himself hurt you. Until one night, you were reading an erotic novel while he was away on a mission and you needed something to relieve yourself, so you utilized that buzzing toy you kept in your drawer but never had the chance to play with (why would you when you have the sexiest and most generous lover?) and lost yourself in the fantasy of you and Bucky doing the scenario that the two characters were doing in that page.

Bucky found that toy a few days later once he came home and he was looking for his key and he had you pinned on the mattress that night for three hours. The next day, you and he were cuddling on the couch only in your underwear and you nervously told him about a fantasy you had while he was gone. Bucky was initially ambivalent about it, but the more he thought about it and the more you assured him that you were okay with it, that you wanted it, the more interested he was in the idea.

So here you were, staring at the wall, bare and cold from the air conditioner of the room, waiting in the dark, the only thing that illuminated your view was the city lights and the moon from the window. You were worried that Bucky changed his mind but Bucky was a man of his words and he was willing to try new things with you. Including- no, no, especially sexual activities.

You heard his footsteps from behind you and you couldn’t help but tingle from his presence. You wanted to turn your head to look at him but you didn’t want to disobey him. He stopped in front of you, his darkened eyes looked into yours as he took one of your hands and locked something around it. You looked down and saw that a pair of old prisoner handcuffs hung from both of your wrists now.

Bucky slightly pushed you back until the back of your legs hit the bottom of the bed, and he brought your hands up so he could attach the chains of the handcuffs to the wooden rod that was part of the bedframe. Once the chains were securely attached, Bucky stared into your eyes and kissed you deeply, his mouth devouring yours, tangling both of your tongues.

He backed away to admire the work of art in front of him, exposed and vulnerable just for him. His heart swelled with pride to know that only he could touch and see you this way. Bucky walked closer to you again and he pulled down the one last item that was still clothing your body and it was the black lace thong you bought a month ago at Victoria’s Secret.

Your legs stepped out of the thong once it hits the floor and Bucky brought it to his nose, inhaling your scent that intoxicated him. Watching him smell your underwear made you breathless, it was so lewd yes so fucking sexy. Bucky put it in the pocket of his sweatpants, then he reached for something on the bed and it was the vibrator that led to this moment. You were flustered and your eyes dilated, you truly never expected Bucky to ever use it on you.

You could see the smirk on his face at your reaction, oh how you wanted to wipe that smug sneer off his face but it only turns you on even more. The hold this man had on you…

Bucky turned on the magic wand and the sound of buzzing made you dizzy. He pressed it to your clit, making you whimper at the way it stimulates your cunt. He pushed it further into you and moved it up and down in your vagina, making you squirm. You tried to shut your legs but he slapped your butt, not too hard but just enough to alert you. “I didn’t tell you to close them,” he warned.

You could only mewl in response, you closed your eyes and let him toy your arousal as your thighs began to shake. He dialled up the speed, bringing you closer to the edge. “Look at you, I’ve barely even touched you yet you’re already a shaking mess,” he chuckled. “Now I understand why you love this thing. Seems like I can make you wet without even laying a finger on you, huh?”

“Oh, fuck, Bucky please…”

“Are you close, baby?” he sultrily whispered in your ear as he trailed kisses from your jaw, down to your neck, making you gasp. “Does my baby wanna cum already?”

“Yes, I’m so close, Buck…” you pathetically whined.

He chuckled, then he dialled up the speed to maximum and his other flesh hand made its way into your hair, grabbing it and pulling it back, allowing him to have easier access into your throat. He bit your sensitive spot, leaving a small bruise there as you cried out from your orgasm. The vibrator was still buzzing between your legs as you began to come down from your high, then Bucky turned it off and threw it on the bed.

“Now it’s my turn to make you cum,” he stripped himself out of the sweatpants and his boxer and kicked them aside on the floor. His thick cock sprung free, glistening with pre-cum that always made you want to wrap your lips around it. He stroked his cock a few times and then kissed you slovenly, leaving you breathless once again. He didn’t waste any time in hosting your thighs and wrapped them around his waist.

He used your wetness as lube to make it easier for him to slide in. When he was slick enough from your juices, Bucky lined his cock to your entrance, then he pushed inside until he was fully sheathed by your walls. He groaned in your ear, giving you time to adjust to his size. Bucky started with a slow pace, moving his hips back and forth in shallow thrusts. Once your moans grew louder, Bucky grabbed a fistful of your hair and kissed you as he fucked you harder.

“Baby, you feel so fucking good around me,” you wailed as his cock brushed your sweet spot, causing your head to spin. You looked down to see where your bodies were connected, watching the way his cock disappeared in and out of you. You could feel the bulge in your stomach, making the knot in your abdomen tight. His metal arm that was on your hip made its way to your front, finding your clit and he rubbed it in circles furiously, making you clench around him.

Bucky groaned as he kept dominating your mouth and you could feel your heartbeat pounded against your ribcage, unable to think of anything else but him. Your thighs shook and your toes curled, the echoes of your cries were music to his ears. A few more hard pounds, and you felt your climax approaching, making you feel hazy. “Cum for me, baby, c’mon,” his voice, his touch and his cock drove you off the edge, the tightening coil in your stomach shattered as you screamed in pleasure, your orgasm hits you like waves of ecstasy, making you see stars.

Bucky snapped his hips vigorously and then he followed you to a place of euphoria, spilling himself deep in your womb, painting your walls in white. You both panted as he was still buried in you, Bucky kissed you once again to calm you down but this time, it was soft and sensual, instead of dominating. Once you began to regain composure from the aftershocks of pleasure, Bucky retreated himself out of you and he unchained the cuffs from the wooden bar and unlocked them off you.

“Are you okay?” he huskily questioned as he held you close to his chest, kissing your temple.

“More than okay.” you smiled, weary yet satisfied. Feeling safe in the arms of your lover who was glistening from sweat as you were. The warmth of his body soothed you.

“Let’s clean you up, hm?”

“Yeah, but afterwards… Maybe some tacos? That really drained me but now I’m famished,” you looked up at him, smiling contently at the man who just made you writhe.

“Sure. Anything for you, baby doll.”

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[bungalowbear]

Sun Dance

Pairing: Thor x Asgardian!reader

Word Count: 1k

A/N: This is my entry for @buckyblues / @edenslibrary “put your records on 4k writing challenge”. My prompt for this piece was How Deep Is Your Love by The Bee Gees. This is also a little some thing to celebrate the Summer Solstice.

The longest day of the year is already halfway done. The sun is nearly at its highest point in the clear baby blue sky.

You stand in the orchard under shade of an apple tree, which has yet to blossom. You look up at the green leaves and know that this time next month it will yield its delicious fruit.

Heavy footsteps sound behind you. You know who it is by the charge in the already sweltering air and the large hand that falls gently on your shoulder. Your eyes close as he presses his warm body against you, head lowering to have a whiff of the petals of your flower crown.

“I’ve been searching for you, my sweet.” Thor’s words rumble against your skull, sending your brain into a frenzy. “You are missing out on the festivities.”

It takes you a minute to gather your courage. And to unclouded your mind from Thor’s intoxicating presence.

“What am I doing here, Thor?”

His deep chuckle shakes you. “I was wondering the same thing. The Summer Solstice is time for celebration, and yet you are—“

“No, Thor.” You interrupt suddenly and turn to face him. “I mean, what am I doing here?”

You look at him and can’t help but feel the deep ache of love and fondness in your chest. His golden hair is pulled back in intricate braids, bright blue eyes and handsome face on full display. He wears the traditional Asgardian tunic and linen trousers. He is the embodiment of sunshine and joviality and yet a dark cloud casts itself over your head as you stand before him now.

“This is not an ordinary solstice.” Your voice turns hard as you speak. “You have come of age for the throne and you must choose a wife today. The king has made his dislike for me and his approval of the Lady Sif very clear.”

Thor says your name sadly. He reaches for your hand but you evade him.

“I love you, Thor. I always will.” You eyes water as you step around him. “But I must make peace with our diverging paths.”

You leave Thor in the orchard, alone and conflicted.

—

“The time has come for the maypole dance.” Queen Frigga holds her arms out toward the tall wooden pole which stands erect in the middle of the grassy field, decorated with colorful flowers and lengthy ribbons that flow down from its top.

King Odin steps forward to stand beside his wife. “The Prince will weave his way among you, choosing the strongest and noblest among you to embrace as his own. His chosen will not falter, will not fall.”

“Each lady has had her drink and now will dance,” Frigga’s lips turn upward coyly, “until only one remains.”

Odin raises his hand, ready to signal the musicians who stand at the ready with their instruments.

Your head is bowed as you hold the lady’s hand next to you. Your skirt sways softly in the summer breeze. It may just be the drink, but you think you feel a subtle zap of electricity along your calf. But you shake your head and prepare for the dance.

Odin’s hand falls and the music begins. After four beats the line of ladies begin their dance. The sun beats down harshly as you skip four steps to the left, then four more to the right. After releasing your hands, each lady does a quick turn in place but then continues on untethered.

You all follow the steps of the traditional and sacred dance. As you use all of your strength to fight against the mental fog of the drink you see already so many ladies have fallen, laying on the grass as they giggle. Soft melodies amongst the strings and chimes of the musicians’ music.

Out of the corner of your eye you spot a flash of golden locks. You twist around but you don’t find it. What you do find is a head of dark hair and an alabaster complexion. The Lady SIf, in all of her power and glory, holds steadfast in the dance as she throws her head back and laughs as she dance among three others.

You shut your eyes and turn again and try to rid your thoughts of her. You focus only on the warmth of the sun on your skin, the fire of the drink within you, and the sudden heat that covers your backside.

You feel calloused hands twine with yours and you tell yourself you must be hallucinating. The drink has thrown you over the edge and into insanity because Thor could never pick you. No matter how deep your love, you could never be together.

But then you feel hot breath against your neck. “It is done, my sweet.”

Your feet slow to a stop and you open your eyes. All across the grass are the bodies of the other ladies, either mumbling incoherently or fast asleep. You see a familiar face with her eyes shut in a sound sleep, a dark halo around her head, and you let out a gasp.

The music has stopped and you look up at the king and queen. The queen with a pleased smile on her face, while the former wears a deep frown.

The hands that grasp yours turn you and you are now faced with the sight of your love. In all his golden radiance, he looks at you like you are the center of his universe. His hands come up to cradle your face.

When his forehead rests against yours you feel the buzz of his godly power. But when he presses his lips to yours it is passionate, it is charged. It is unlike any kiss you have shared before.

“I love you,” Thor’s whispers fan across your mouth.

You smile against him. “I love you, too.”

Cheers erupt and the music begins once more but you and Thor stay in your bubble.

“We belong to each other, my sweet.”

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MARVEL

Cool for the Summer 🔥 (18+ ONLY) -  parentsbestfriend!Steve Rogers x fem!reader x parentsbestfriend!Natasha Romanoff | The Agency’s Writing Challenge via: @agentofbarnes​

Fire & Desire 🔥 (18+ ONLY) - sub!Sam Wilson x dom!fem!Reader

Jealousy, Jealousy 🔥 (18+ ONLY) - sub!Steve Rogers x dom!fem!Reader | Maneater Writing Challenge via: @navegandoaciegas

My Oh My 🔥 (18+ ONLY) - alpha!Bucky x fem!Reader

Medusa 🔥 (18+ ONLY) - Medusa!Natasha Romanoff x fem!Reader | Greek Mythology Writing Challenge via: @faeryloki

ii. Medusa 🔥 (18+ ONLY) - Medusa!Natasha Romanoff x fem!Reader | Sequal to the one above

So Pretty 🔥 (18+ ONLY) - nomad!Steve Rogers x fem!Reader

The Chain 🔥 (18+ ONLY) - Steve Rogers x Reader | BuckyBlues 4K Writing Challenge via: buckyblues

Whatever You Like 🔥 (18+ ONLY) - sugardaddy!Sam Wilson x latina!fem!Reader

NON-MARVEL

Bad Habits 🔥 (18+ ONLY) | Lee Bodecker x fem!Reader

Daddy Issues 🔥 (18+ ONLY) | Grayson Dolan x fem!Reader

Angels and Demons (18+ ONLY) - Rafe Cameron x fem!Reader

i. Wasted

ii. 23 

iii. Friends

iv. Heaven and Back

v. Angels  

vi. Church

vii. Beauty in Death

viii. Empty

ix. Slow Down

Blue Bayou (18+ ONLY) - Sam Wilson x fem!Reader

i; Blue Bayou

ii; Blue Bayou

iii; Blue Bayou 🔥 (18+ ONLY)

iv; Blue Bayou 🔥 (18+ ONLY)

v; Blue Bayou

vi; Blue Bayou

Lolita (18+ ONLY) - bestfriendsdad!Andy Barber x fem!Reader

i. Summer Bummer

ii. Serial Killer

iii. Cola 🔥 (18+ ONLY)

iv. Lolita 🔥 (18+ ONLY)

v. Off to the Races 🔥 (18+ ONLY)

vi. Burning Desire 🔥 (18+ ONLY)

vii. Sad Girl 🔥 (18+ ONLY)

vii. Video Games

The Princess and The Pogue  (18+ ONLY) - JJ Maybank x fem!Reader

i. Losers  (18+ ONLY)

ii. Dark Times  (18+ ONLY)

iii. Angel  (18+ ONLY)

iv. Wicked Games  (18+ ONLY)

v. Blinding Lights  (18+ ONLY)

vi. I Feel it Coming  🔥 (18+ ONLY)

vii. Heaven or Las Vegas

viii. Die for You

ix. Save Your Tears

#doubleleoenergymasterlist

[doubleleoenergy]

Apartment is cleaned, laundry is going, I took a shower and I’m eating something now.

Then I’m going to get to writing my writing challenge submission for @buckyblues 4k writing challenge and also the second to last part of my Blue Bayou series!

#alexandraposts