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buckys-wintersoldier · 2 months

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Delated Scene | Anthony Mackie

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 -> Boyfriend!Anthony Mackie x Actress!Girlfriend!Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 -> You and Anthony have to film another scene for CA:TWS the two of you really dont want to play. But Anthony makes sure you're fine after the scene and he has a beautiful surprise for you.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 -> 2.674

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 -> (T) mention of cheating, fluff

𝐀/𝐍 -> Thank you to my best friend @imtryingbuck for giving the idea. I probably wouldn't have written for him without that idea. So thank you so much for giving me the idea. And thank you for profreading it for me. I love youuuuu. ❤️❤️

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 -> 10 Years Anniversary CA:TWS | March 31 | Theme: Sam Wilson | Partners, Soundtrack/Music, Wings, Missing scene | @catws-anniversary

AFG AU Bingo | N2 | Celebrity AU | @anyfandomaubingo

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The wind is blowing around the trailers you all live in right now. The sun is already warming the air while you lay next to your boyfriend, who has his arm wrapped around your waist. Anthony presses his nose into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent deeply before he sighs. He pulls you even closer and kisses your neck softly, causing you to groan softly.

"Morning, sweetie," he mumbles against your neck, and you shiver slightly.

You grasp the blanket and pull it over your head. Hiding yourself underneath the soft and warm fabric while you try to get back to sleep. Anthony laughs, his hand sliding to your side, and you immediately sit straight in bed. The blanket on top of you, while you look at him with a playful, angry expression.

"Don't you dare tickle me, Anthony Dwane Mackie," you say, pointing at him.

His eyes widen softly when you say his whole name, then he sits up as well and grabs your waist, pulling you into his lap. He leans closer and kisses you softly, his lips so perfectly fitting against yours. The warmth of his plumb lips makes you melt in his arms, and you sigh into the kiss.

"Do we have to play that scene? I really don't like it. Thats so out of character," you mumble against his lips, resting your forehead against his.

"Don't want it either, but they think this scene is perfect to include, babe."

You sigh softly. This scene you have to play today is really something you would tell them to piss off with. Anthony and you are a couple in the newest movie, Captain America: The Winter Soldier. And when Steve Rogers, played by Chris Evans, and Natasha Romanoff, played by Scarlett Johanson, escape Hydra after fighting the Winter Soldier on the bridge, they go to Sam, who gladly helps them. This is actually not bad, but then when Sam and Natasha have a minute for themselves, they are going to kiss, but you're actually the one who is together with him, not only in real life but in the movie.

Actually, it's fun to play your role, especially because you and Anthony always make jokes with Sebastian, who plays Bucky, the Winter Soldier, and is the most fearsome assassin. But behind the scenes, there is a tall, muscular man between a few women who make his hair and do the makeup, and the most powerful weapon of Hydra just looks like a sweet puppy. Which is pretty funny and causes a lot of moments where you all burst out laughing. Even though those things are pretty funny, the scene that is completely out of character causes you to feel bad, maybe because of your past or maybe just because you don't like cheating. Anthony and you have talked about that scene, and he was all sweet with you and made sure that he only loves you. It's just a scene for a movie, but you still feel bad filming that.

"Let's get through that scene, and then we spend the rest of the night doing whatever we want. We could go out or just enjoy a movie night," he says, kissing you once again, and you nod softly.

Then you get off of him and out of bed, looking for your outfit of the day. Anthony looks at you, smirking, when he sees you stealing his shirt instead of taking the shirt you're supposed to wear for that scene.

"Sweetie, I don't think that's the right shirt," he says, getting out of bed as well.

"When they want me for that scene, they can at least let me wear whatever I want. COMPLETE OUT OF CHARACTER. Maybe I will take the shirt off at the end of the scene and throw it at them," you say with a smirk.

You're standing next to the guys who belong to the crew, looking at the display that shows you what they're filming right now. You swallow harshly, trying to calm yourself down, when you see Steve, Natasha, and Sam walking into the house. Steve and Natasha just got improsioned by Hydra agents after they fought Bucky on the bridge. With Sharon's help, they escaped from the agents. Steve is still slightly confused about seeing his childhood best friend, now better known as the Winter Solider, working for Hydra - the company they fought against together in the 40's. And now they went to Sam's and yours house, asking him to stay there for a while, and Sam also offered them to clean themselves and get some food.

When Steve goes into the bathroom, Natasha and Sam are alone in the kitchen. He turns toward her, and they are suddenly so close that they both feel each other's breath on their lips. And then they lean closer. Sam captures Natasha's lips, smirking into the kiss.

You feel like you need to throw up, but it's just the scene. You know Anthony would never do this otherwise, right? You inhale deeply before you pick up the bags next to you and walk through the door. When you open the door and walk through it, the camera is pointed at you. You gasp, seeing your boyfriend kiss Natasha, then you let the bag fall on the floor, and the other two jump a few inches away from each other.

"Sweetheart?" Sam asks and looks with wide eyes at you.

You don't say anything; just turn around and walk out of the house. Tears are bruning in your eyes, slowly falling down your cheeks, while Sam shouts after you, following you out of the house.

"Sam, just piss off," you say, not even facing him.

"It's not how it looked."

"No? It looked like you were kissing another woman. A woman who isn't your girlfriend. Wait, sorry- ex-girlfriend," you say.

Sam sighs, trying to reach for your arm, but you take another step back, shaking your head softly. He knows that you don't want him to touch you, but he just can't stop himself from trying to get closer to you. Even when you know it's just for the movie, you suddenly feel really bad, and Anthony looks like he understands. His heart is breaking when he understands that that scene isn't just a play for you anymore; for you, it's way more like a movie scene right now. Happily, the scene is over when you walk away from him without saying another word, just smiling sadly at him and tuning away.

Anthony and the other two continue with the scene while you excuse yourself and make your way to your and Anthony's trailer. You didn't know the scene would throw you on the ground like that, but when you saw Anthony kissing Scarlett, even though it was just for the movie and only their characters kissing each other, but it reminded you of your ex-boyfriend. He cheated on you, kissing someone in the bar you wanted to meet. He tried to play it cool. Your ex-boyfriend told you that the girl was really drunk, and she was thinking it was her boyfriend. He apologized, and you accepted it. But he cheated on you once again, and this time he really felt for the girl; he slept with her and told you about it. Saying it's your fault because you didn't let him fuck you the way he wanted and that he needed to cheat on you to continue the relationship with you is the only option for him to still be in love with you.

After the scene, Anthony makes his way immediately towards your shared trailer, scared that you left because he knows the things your ex-boyfriend did, and the way you were looking at him, it wasn't the pain you can play; it was the pain that was written deep into your eyes. And his heart still aches when he thinks about it; he just wants to pull you tight against him, hold you in his muscular arms, and tell you that he loves you. Anthony knocks at the door of the trailer, opening the door when he hears your soft voice.

"Hi, sweetie," he says, entering the trailer and looking around to find you sitting wrapped in a blanket on the bed.

"Please do- I- Sorry. Anthony, I-I think I forgot something on set."

He looks confused at you, recognizing your red eyes and the trails of tears on your cheeks. You get up from the bed, walking toward him. When you want to pass him, he grasps your arm and pulls you closer. There is still a bit of space between the two of you.

"Can we please talk?"

You shake your head, your eyes focused on the ground. You're ashamed for thinking he could have cheated on you, but they looked so happy together that you can't get it out of your mind. It was all for the scene, but it stuck in your mind that you feel like he could be happier with someone else, like your ex-boyfriend, who told you he was happy to finally have a girl who lets him do whatever and whenever he wants to her. He told you how good she is in bed - so much better than you could ever be - even though it was just because he wanted to hurt you that you believed him. When you met Anthony during another movie and the two of you came closer, you finally found yourself - the person you wanted to be, the one your ex-boyfriend pushed down. That person is there now because Anthony always encourages you to be the way you are because he loves you like that. But maybe he is tired of you now?

"Sweetie," Anthony says, letting go of you and looking at you while you run out of the trailer.

He knows the crew messed up, but the two of you need to fix that. While you run away, he lets himself fall down on the bed to think about a way to make it better. You're walking over the whole place, avoiding anyone who would pass you and talk to you. So you're walking around the trailers until you reach the little lake that is behind all the trailers. You just sit down there, looking at the water, while you listen to quiet music.

Your thoughts run wild; should you just go back to the trailer and talk to Anthony? He probably hates you because you just ran away. After a while, you look on your phone and see that Anthony sent you a message. With shaking hands, you unlock your phone and tap on his chat to read what he wrote.

'Sweetie, I know you don't want to talk. But could you please come to set four? You don't have to say anything; I just wanna show you something. So please come over there. Love you, sweetie.'

You feel relief rushing through your body when you read that he still loves you. You answer with a short 'Yes. Love you too.' before you get up from where you're sitting. Then you make your way to set three. You don't know what you're going to do there because it's actually the set where they film the scene where Sam and Bucky are fighting and Sam gets pushed down after Bucky rips off his wings. But you don't ask yourself more about it; when you already see the light shining there, you smile softly. When you hear Anthony shouting something and Seb and Chris laughing, it is echoing through the trailers.

When you walk through the entrance of the set, Anthony immediately looks at you and smiles warmly, holding his hand out for you to take your hand into his bigger one, and you do. You let him lead you a while further to the place where something is placed on the ground, and you furrow when you notice that his wings - Sam wings - are placed there.

"Wind beneath my wings," Anthony sings.

That's your song, Anthony's, and yours. And he often sings it to make you laugh, as he is doing this time. You shake your head, laughing, and mouth a 'silly' in his direction. He smirks at you, takes the wings, and puts them on his back like a bag, then nods in the direction where Sebastian and Chris are standing. Anthony wraps his arms tight around your waist, pulling you as close as possible, while the two of you suddenly get lifted from the ground. You place your hands around his neck, staring into his beautiful brown eyes. Then you move from one side to the other while he continues singing the song, smirking when you can't stop yourself from singing with him.

When the two of you finish the song and admire the view you had, you slowly move closer to the ground again. Seb and Chris are smirking at the two of you, and you smile back at them before you look once again at your boyfriend.

"So you're not gonna break up with me?"

"Sweetie, no! I never even thought once about that. I love you and want to show you, I-" he says,letting go of you and putting down the wings before he looks at you and smirks.

Anthony takes your hand into his, gets down on his knees, and looks for something in his pocket. Your mouth drops open, and this time you feel tears of joy rolling down your cheeks.

"I love you, and I'm sorry that we filmed that scene. When I saw that pain in your eyes, just because of a film kiss, I remembered the things you told me about your ex-boyfriend. When we first met, you know the day on set where we crashed into each other and you excused yourself for it? The times we were sitting next to each other, you cried, complained, and told me all about your ex-boyfriend. There, I knew you deserve someone better, someone who treats you the way you deserve. There, I fell so hard for you that Seb and Chris always made jokes about how much in love I am. When you smile- the sun is nothing compared to the way your smile lights up the darkest nights. I can get lost in your eyes whenever I look into them; they are as beautiful as you. And I can't get enough of you. I love you so much, and no one can change that, especially not a film kiss. You're everything to me, and I wanna be with you forever. So-" he breathes deeply, smirking at you. "Do you wanna marry me, sweetie?"

"I- Yes, I wanna marry you," you say, smiling at him.

Anthony puts the ring on your finger, gets up, and captures your cheeks with his warm hands. He smiles at you before he leans closer and captures your lips for a soft but passionate kiss. You hear Sebastian and Chris cheering next to the two of you. And when you pull slowly away, your foreheads are resting against one another. Anthony looks at you with such a soft expression in his eyes that you immediately fall for him once again. All the fears and thoughts about your past fade away, and there are just the two of you and your amazing future together. Anthony kisses you once again before you turn toward the other men. They really thought about everything because behind them is a table for the four of you filled with your favorite food. One of the things you really love in your relationship with Anthony and your friendships with Seb and Chris are the double dates the four of you have together. Anthony told you later that they are not gonna use the scene because they understand that it was way too much out of character, and since they love yours and Anthony's relationship as much as Sam and yours in the movie, they deleted the scene from the film.

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sarahowritesostucky · 5 months

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📖"Coming to Collect"

Rated: Mature

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Tags: mob boss Bucky, mafia au, spanking, Steve watches, background m/f/m, possessive Bucky, dark Bucky, fingering

Summary: You're trapped, caught, stuck like a bug in honey as he crosses the room. You spoke out of turn, embarrassed him in front of the others. Made him look weak. Now you squirm in your seat, all-too-aware of what he'll be doing to you once he gets you someplace private.

Really, you regret it the second the words cross your lips. It's a party, you've made a joke--and sure, it was funny enough, and lighthearted enough--but it was also at his expense. And he heard you. And if there's one thing you NEVER want to do, it's make him look weak in front of others. Which is exactly why he's heading your way, now.

Bucky. You whimper without meaning to, pressing your lips together to stifle the noise. No, you try to plead with your eyes. I'm sorry.

He doesn't stop, keeps walking over to where you're supposedly "holding court" with some of the other wives---a role you never asked for but which has been foisted on you anyway, just like him. He moves slowly, in no rush, looking very nice indeed in his perfectly-tailored suit. You can see the glint of his Rolex peeking from his cuff, the tattoos on the back of his hand that you now know mark him as a very Russian, very bad man.

You wore a skirt to this event, silk, and the memory of what he's capable of reducing you to in a skirt makes your thighs squeeze together on reflex. Your pulse picks up as you watch him approach. Just at seeing the lax set of his jaw, the way his tongue sneaks out to wet his lips, eyes glinting and trained on you. Just these tiny things make your heart beat faster and your cunt pulse. To everyone else he must look completely casual, but you know better.

"Ladies," he greets, making the assembled group of women--all of whom belong to men less dangerous and less important than him--flutter their lashes up at him. He stops just beside your chair, holds out his hand with the faintest hint of a smirk. "Come on, Doll," he says softly, making the other women titter. You know that they all fantasize about him, that they think they know him, think they're imagining correctly when they imagine cheating on their husbands with him.

If only they knew ...

-Knew that the arch in his brow is saying: Watch you mouth, Puppy.

-That the gleam in his eye is promising: You're gonna pay for that one, Princess.

-That the quirk of his lips is whispering: Just wait 'till Daddy gets you over his lap.

-That he doesn't care what you want; That's for him to decide.

You feel dread curling like smoke in your belly, mixing with the heat and the tightness that're suddenly there as well. Your panties, you realize, are a little bit damp.

He waits with that patient and unwavering stare, until you slip your hand into his large and calloused one. "Time to go home," he purrs, and you swallow thickly, because you can hear the unspoken ending to that sentence.

The wives don't even wait until you're out of hearing distance, before they start whispering behind your back. But you couldn't give two figs about whatever gossip they may choose to make up. All your focus is on Bucky. He smells like expensive cologne and clean male musk; the latter of which you know you'll be face down in, the second the two of you reach a private place. He kisses your cheek and walks you out of the party with a gentlemanly arm around your waist, hand well-within polite territory.

Out on the chilly city sidewalk, that hand slides up your spine, up to cup the back of your neck and steer you towards the idling towne car. You'd arrived in separate cars, but apparently you'll be leaving in this one together. He opens the door for you and purrs, "Now tell me, Princess: how many do you think you deserve?"

You barely contain your whimper. And when you slide across the back seat of the Bentley, you see that the chauffer's cap ahead of you is resting on a head of blond hair. Your eyes go wide and a new gush of wetness appears between your legs. This time, you don't fully contain the whimper.

Steve's driving tonight.

Bucky notices your reaction, of course he does, and he looks gleeful. He knows that he doesn't have to remind you that this car has no partition. And when Steve pulls the car out into the heavy traffic of Saturday night Manhattan, Bucky pulls you smoothly over his lap ... and begins to finger you from under the silk of your skirt.

"Oh god," you whine.

"Honey. You're so wet."

"Bucky-"

His hand covers your mouth. "Hey Steve." He relays your "joke" to the other man, talks with him about you like you're not there. "Tell me: how many you think she deserves?"

"Oh Boy," you hear come smugly from the front seat. "Let me just think ..."

The drive home is long that night, with Bucky narrating every single filthy thing he does to you, in the back seat of that car.

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#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #mob au #mafia au #mafia bucky barnes #mob bucky barnes #dark romance #bucky barnes #m/f/m #bucky x reader x steve

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themculibrary · 10 months

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POC Masterlist

5 Times MJ Made a Friend (+1 Time She Wanted More) (ao3) - juurensha mj/peter G, 3k

Summary: It’s hard moving to a new school, but maybe hanging out with a bunch of nerds is exactly what MJ needs. Also, she tells Spiderman to call her MJ because really, who does Peter think he’s kidding?

brighten up, sunshine (ao3) - iron_spider T, 4k

Summary: Rhodey doesn’t know what the hell to think, and Tony doesn’t give him any reason to stop as time moves on. The kid is always there, and he starts showing up at family dinners, Rhodey meets his aunt, and they actually pick him up from school a couple times when Happy gets sick. Rhodey pays close attention and no, Tony doesn’t treat any of the other interns like this, and Rhodey has to accept what his head has been trying to tell him all along. Actually, legitimately accept it. Visualize the word and link it to Tony and link it to Peter.

This is Tony’s kid.

built to fall apart (then fall back together) (ao3) - agents_cxrter druig/makkari T, 20k

Summary: in a world inspired by the comic run where the Eternals minds are wiped, Druig and Makkari bump into each other (literally).

‘cause with a love like this (ao3) - philthestone G, 3k

Summary: “I am so proud of you, Sam Wilson,” Sarah says, and means it, so very much.

Copywright (ao3) - sugarburnt steve/sam E, 29k

Summary: Sam knows that getting back in the game so soon probably isn’t a great idea. But when Nick Fury comes asking for his help? It’s pretty damn hard to say no.

Emergency Contact (ao3) - whumphoarder G, 4k

Summary: It’s not that James disliked his roommate, it’s just that they didn’t exactly get off on the right foot.

Or, in which fifteen-year-old college freshman Tony Stark needs a ride to the ER and James Rhodes is too responsible for his own good.

Everything begins somewhere (ao3) - lunaemoth darcy/t’challa M, 34k

Summary: ... an elevator is as good a place as any, even to meet a king.

Or how an elevator meeting can be the prelude to political discussions, cultural discoveries and unexpected adventures in Wakanda.

Exchange (ao3) - Dazzledfirestar t’challa/sam G, 1k

Summary: Sam needs to stop making jokes at the very handsome king of Wakanda.

Finding Home (ao3) - ruffaled rhodey/sam T, 5k

Summary: The world is ending. Again. And after being on the run for three years, as an internationally wanted fugitive, Sam Wilson finally gets to go home.

Five Times Sam Didn’t Sleep Alone and One Time He Did (ao3) - Baamon5evr steve/sam T, 5k

Summary: Sam had never liked the cold. He’d rather not feel the coldness from her room clinging to her but still it felt warmer already, not being alone always made him feel warm.

Go Slow Go Slow - Wakanda Princess Remix (feat. Shuri) (ao3) - AllWhoWander (phobean) G, 20k

Summary: Two years after the Battle of Earth, Shuri gets ejected from her lab and crashes Sam and Bucky’s cross-continent road trip.

It’s like everything that I ever have imagined is coming true today (ao3) - Ithinkwehaveanemergency sam/bucky T, 2k

Summary: MJ sees the panic in her boyfriend’s eyes a second too late and shes helpless to stop the trainwreck that is Peter as he completely loses it.

“You can’t flirt with Captain America’s boyfriend!” Peter screeches as he stands. His arms are flailing in Bucky’s direction and then he’s glaring at Dr. Strange like the man has just stepped on a puppy. “You just can’t! That’s like… treason!”

Five times that Sam and Bucky’s relationship is outed.

And one time Sam makes a point to clarify the nature of said relationship.

Midtown Mercenary (ao3) - spideybrells (amethyinst) mj/peter T, 48k

Summary: Michelle Jones. You want something done? You call her, you take her price and it’s done, no questions asked.

She’s never refused a job. Helping cheat on a final? Crisp $35. Want someone to ask your crush out for you? $15, but if you want something extravagant that’s $30 and you pay for supplies. Get proof of the supposed love of your life getting anatomy lessons with someone who definitely isn’t you behind the alleyway by the garbage bins? That’ll be $85, and an extra $20 if they’re naked (for the emotional trauma).

“Jones,” growls Flash, slamming his wallet on the cafeteria table. “Find out who Spider-Man is, and find out how Parker knows him.”

She thinks for a half-moment. That’s longer than she’s ever considered a deal. “500, Thompson, and I want a new camera.”

No Such Beauty as Where You Belong (ao3) - Ilyann druig/makkari G, 21k

Summary: Druig and Makkari through the ages.

not okay (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor sam/bucky G, 960

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On Your Left (ao3) - ladydeathfaerie T, 2k

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This Guy (ao3) - gwyneth rhys (gwyneth) maria/sam T, 4k

Summary: Sam wasn’t sure what his moves were here. Because really, what did you do with someone who had literally snatched you from the jaws of certain death?

What Comes After (ao3) - Shadith G, 4k

Summary: Sam Wilson is the baby of the family. Everyone agrees, even his baby sister.

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nifolution · 2 years

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Baby Blues 7

Pairing: Bucky Barnes & Reader

Summary: Bucky and his wife have been trying for a baby. Will they get their wish or will it all fall apart? Will there be too much deception, pain and anger to make it work?

Warnings: Angst, smut, fluff, infertility, heartbreak, cheating, manipulation, noncon/dubcon, harassment, pregnancy, argument, therapy, making up

A/N: This is a revised copy of my oc fic. It is written in 3rd person. 18+ only due to smut and noncon/dubcon situations. No stealing, no reposts, no translations, no feeding to AIs. Comments, reblogs and likes are always welcome and appreciated.

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Chapter 7

The next morning, Y/N decided to head into work. Needing the distraction to take her mind off the giant flaming mess swirling around her. She had no idea how to navigate through it, only that she needed to. But for now, it was easier to focus on her job. She looked forward to trying out the new weapon she was finishing. That was the best part, being the first to use the latest device. It would also give her an opportunity to let out some aggression. Screaming into her pillow only did so much.

“H-hey.”

Y/N looked up, surprised to see Bucky standing near her workstation, bag of takeout in his hand. “Hi.”

“I brought lunch. I was hoping we could eat together.” Bucky figured if they were going to take it slow, he'd start at the beginning. This was familiar, safe. His face lit up when she nodded. He leaned in to kiss her, but quickly pulled back when she tensed up. It was too soon. He hated having to restrain, but knew he couldn't push. As much as he wanted his wife and everything to be normal again, he had to remember not to rush it. He needed to earn her back.

She hoped he didn't notice her frown as he sat next to her. There was still a lingering resentment that he didn't deserve polluting the moment. A hatred and hurt her heart clung to that needed to be ripped out by the roots. Bucky wasn't to blame, he didn't know he was doing anything wrong. Still, Y/N held onto such anger. And with Tanya gone, she had no one to direct it at but him. As the couple ate, the feelings sat unresolved and terribly heavy between them.

There was a part of Bucky that couldn't help wondering if she was real. Was this really Y/N? He wanted to reach for her, but was afraid she’d deny him. Afraid to touch her, afraid not to. What was the right answer? “I um, I'm still suspended, so I have all my time to devote to you. If you don't have plans, I could get us a reservation at Pasquale's tonight.”

Y/N's eyes grew wide, “No, not Pasquale's, you erm, just no, okay? I can’t go there anymore.”

“Oh... right.” Message received, he ruined her favorite restaurant for her. Clearly more happy memories destroyed, but which ones? What dates were with Y/N, which with the witch? He doesn't know. His mind can't tell the difference. Bucky hummed, his mind racing. “Um, there's a new taco place in town. Tacos are good, right?”

She smiled, “Yes, tacos are good.” Y/N stood and picked up the weapon. “So, you want to help me test this puppy?”

“That depends, am I firing it or being used as target practice?”

“Guess you're going to have to find out.” Y/N smirked as they walked to the testing area. She felt herself falter and shook it off. She had to cross that ocean, bridge the distance between them. If she had months ago, maybe she could have stopped it from happening... She had a lot to make up for. Y/N took Bucky’s left hand in hers. Relaxing as the cool from the metal seeped into her skin. It was a step.

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The date wasn’t going so well. They burned through idle chit chat faster than expected and deeper conversation was not something they were ready for, a weight hanging over their heads ready to crush them. Bucky held out his right hand, wordlessly pleading with her to take it. Thankfully, she did, but the silence continued, both fighting off tears. The words unsaid too overwhelming, too painful.

Bucky could feel Y/N pulling away, even though his hand still held hers. “Hey, hey, focus on me, be here with me.”

She tapped her chest “I want this to stop hurting.” Y/N sniffed, a few stray tears escaping.

“Me too, Honey.” He gripped her hand tighter, knowing they’d have to cut the date short. “I love you, Y/N.” Bucky brushed her tears away with his vibranium fingers. Looking into her eyes he didn't find the love he usually did, only sadness and pain. He did this to her. “Please love me again,” he begged.

Y/N felt like she was suffocating. A demon inside her throat trying to claw its way out. She wanted to say it back, say something, but didn't know how to articulate what she was going through. In a panic, she got up and hurried out of the restaurant.

Bucky could see something in her eyes break before she ran off. His blood froze. He threw money on the table and caught up to her. “Y/N, wait, please don't leave. Just, just wait.” He grabbed her arm, pulling her back to him. "I'm sorry… I know you must hate me. I hate that this happened to us. That I did this… I hurt you."

Y/N looked at his tear stained face. No more walking away, not again. She couldn't do that to him again. “I hurt you too.” When he wrapped his arms around her, she returned his embrace, closed her eyes and breathed in. He smelled like him, smelled like home. She buried her face in his chest, leaving kisses above his heart, whispering apologies.

He held her tight, like his strength could stop their broken relationship from falling apart, stop her from leaving him. Bucky kissed the top of her head, a bittersweet vow, “We're going to be okay.” Y/N placed a kiss on the corner of his mouth. A promise to meet him on the other side of this tragedy. Refusing to drown in the guilt and grief that they lose sight of each other.

After a minute the awful memories flashed behind Y/N’s eyes, ruining the comfort. She gently pushed him away. She couldn’t ban the images from her mind, a part of her still hated Bucky for the pain. It felt like there was a barricade blocking her heart from him, protecting it from further damage. All her walls were up and she hated it, she knew it wasn't his fault. This wasn't on him and it wasn't on her. This was something terrible done to them both and the only way through it was together. They agreed to go to therapy, it was too much to handle alone.

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The first month was hell. Once a week Bucky and Y/N begrudgingly sat down with their therapist. Found ways to put the shattered pieces back together, let the bad feelings and memories go. They focused on learning to communicate, even when it was painful or uncomfortable. Tackled the fear of it happening again, because the bitch was still out there somewhere. Grieve what they lost and start anew. And most importantly, forgive each other and themselves. Small steps equaling giant strides in healing.

There were unavoidable setbacks, negative thoughts and insecurities reared their ugly heads. At times one or both of them would get upset, but they were encouraged to be patient and talk through it. Healing wasn't linear. But if the relationship was worth saving, and it was, then they had to put in the work to rebuild the trust and companionship. As long as the love and commitment remained, there was hope.

Their therapist gave them a jar of 40 folded slips of paper. Each contained a different couple's exercise, some normal, some crazy, some sexy. They were instructed to blindly pick one twice a week, or as often as they felt comfortable. The red ones were more risqué, but if they picked one they weren't ready to try, they could put it back, or throw it away. Bucky and Y/N found the activities ridiculous at first, but it soon became a fun experience for them to share. Mutual massage, feed one another, body paints, switch phones for a day, park and make out like teens, make a mixtape for each other, take a bath together, surprise underwear (open to interpretation), cuddle under the stars, take a long walk... They planned to revisit the ones they were not yet ready for.

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The second month of therapy went better. A new grounding technique helped them to slow down and reconnect. Once a day, and when either got stressed or overwhelmed, they put their foreheads together, held somewhere on the other's body and took 10 deep synchronized breaths. It created an intimate space for the two of them to take their minds off everything else and focus on each other. Y/N and Bucky both looked forward to those moments of calm closeness.

Bucky took the chance and began kissing his wife after those moments. A small peck the first few times, eventually progressing longer and deeper. Kissing him was both easy and difficult for Y/N. She never started it, something was still holding her back, but she had faith she’d get there.

At the next session, their therapist gave Y/N blue post-its and Bucky yellow ones to write each other appreciation notes. They would stick them on each other or leave them around for the other to find. The notes started innocent, but over the weeks became flirty, then naughty, and sometimes included doodles.

Y/N and Bucky were having lunch in the lab again. Sam was there making an adjustment on his wings. He walked by the couple, opening the mini fridge in the corner to get a snack. After a beat he yelled, “Why is there pornography on my yogurt?” He held up a yellow post-it and glared at them.

Bucky turned to Y/N, his face red, “I thought that was yours.”

Y/N could barely control her laughter, her cheeks hurt from smiling so big. And when Bucky smiled back at her, a real eyes squinted, nose scrunched smile, it felt like falling in love all over again.

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In the third month, Bucky asked her to go bed shopping with him. He couldn't sleep in the other one after learning what he’d done, he didn't expect Y/N to. They picked out a whole new set, including pillows and bedding. It was a band-aid, but both felt better after. Torching the old bed helped as well, a flaming act of catharsis.

The new items were delivered two days later. Y/N stubbornly insisted on helping him bring everything in. As they carried the mattress into the bedroom, she stopped and stared at the many holes Bucky had punched in the wall.

He lowered his eyes, ashamed. “I’m sorry.”

Y/N shook her head, giving him a reassuring smile. “It's okay, we’ll fix it later.”

When all the pieces were inside, they got to work rebuilding their bed. Bucky got nervous once the project was finished. “Will you stay the night? I just… I need you here with me.”

Her answer was just as timid, “Okay.”

The hours ticked by, quietly staring at one another as the moonlight drew shadows across the room. Gentle touches, reminded each other they were there, neither wanted to be the first to fall asleep. Bucky brought her hand to his chest, stroking her fingers. He needed to know something, so he broke the silence. “I'd do anything for you, you know that right?”

Y/N met her husband’s eyes, waiting for him to continue.

“Tell me you still love me.”

Her breath hitched. She hated the broken expression he wore, the feel of his right hand slightly trembling, he was scared... She couldn't let this continue. The walls had to be torn down, she had to let him back in. Y/N sat up and leaned over him. “Of course I still love you, Buck.” She grabbed his face with both hands and kissed him with everything she had.

Bucky returned her kiss with equal fervor, crying in relief. “I love you so much.” He cradled her face and pulled her down for another kiss. “I'm yours, Y/N. I'm always going to be yours.”

“I'm yours too, Bucky, forever. I'm not going anywhere, I promise.” The look of adoration he gave let her know it was exactly what he needed to hear. Y/N laid her head on his chest, holding him tight. As she drifted off to the lullaby of his heartbeat, wrapped in his arms, she knew they would be ok. They never wanted to be anywhere else but right here, together. Safe, warm, and loved. It was home.

When the sun peeked into their room, Bucky still asleep beside her, Y/N put her wedding rings back on. She was never going to take them off again.

Chapter 8

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes fluff

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rendevousz · 3 years

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niagara falls of blood?

avengers x fem!teen!reader

summary: pretty much what the title is, you on your period

warnings: your moodswings ig

word count: 2765

"rise and shine, y/n!" you hear an annoying voice sing just as the lights flickered on. you grumbled something inaudible, hiding underneath your blanket to shield yourself from the brightness that steve just brought upon your room.

"y/n/n, come on. wakey-wakey!" you groan, feeling super unmotivated to train today. you even felt like punching steve in his perfect-looking face just for waking you up at the crack ass of dawn. this was unusual because you loved jogs before the sun came up and trainings before it hit noon.

"steve, if you don't shut the hell up right now, i'm gonna push you into that lake beside our usual jogging route."

"jeez, y/n, woke up on the wrong side or what?" he teases, finally leaving once he saw you were already sitting up. you groggily walked to the bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth before changing into your workout clothes.

"no!" you whine when you saw that you were on your period. that's why you were in a crappy mood when steve woke you up. you begrudgingly dressed up after putting on a pad, grabbing a small towel on the way out.

like you did every morning, you were gonna go on a run with steve, bucky and sam. while you loved running, you hated how steve and bucky "cheated" —as you and sam liked to call it— with their super soldier staminas. that was why you loved having sam there. not only was he great company but he was also moral support because you two would always be hilariously overtook by steve and bucky multiple times. but that didn't matter because you two would always be completely immersed in your conversations every time.

but not today though. you already knew today was going to be different. you had gotten a bad start to the day with steve's and your usual morning routine which somehow annoyed you this one time. and having to run around with your cramps definitely didn't help lighten your mood.

"kid, you okay?" sam asks from your right side. you'd been silent throughout the whole run and sam knew something was up when you didn't laugh at his jokes like how you usually would. "just cramps. they're hurting a lot so i'm probably gonna skip training today." you explain and he slowed down his pace causing you to slow down too since you always had to run side by side.

"y/n/n, you should probably stop now if you're having cramps. it might make it worse—i think? i don't know, actually. i don't know how periods work but i know cramps hurt a lot so i think you should stop. yeah, you should stop." his rambling speech made you feel a bit better now knowing he wants you to take care of yourself. "you know what? yeah, i think i'm gonna go. sorry i have to leave you with the two cheaters."

he smiled at you, telling you not to worry about it. you were touched and your mood significantly brightened but before you could reply him, rhythmic footsteps echoed from a distance from behind you two and you knew what was coming.

"on your left."

before steve and bucky could just pass by peacefully like they did the past nine times, you managed to throw a punch to steve's side, effectively slowing him down when he stumbled and then completely stopped. "what gives, y/n?!" bucky then stopped too, wanting to know what was up.

"that's for this morning." you glared at him and he looked at you in confusion, holding onto his side where you punched him. though you were significantly smaller than he was—than any of them were, really—, you could definitely throw a punch. speaking of punch, you gave him another on his other side and he flinched, giving you an incredulous look, one that resembled betrayal.

"and that's for being a cheater." you narrowed your eyes at him. "oN yOuR LeFt." you mocked him, rolling your eyes before ultimately leaving the trio to walk back to the tower. they looked at your fading figure and exchanged looks with each other in confusion. "what...what just happened?"

"y/n's on her period so we gotta be careful with her." sam explained and steve being steve, his cheeks tinted slight pink as the thought slightly embarrassed him.

"period? you mean the niagra falls of blood," bucky states, taking a long sip out his water bottle. sam rolled his eyes at this but nodded anyways. "also, she doesn't want training today so unless any of you have a death wish, don't call her down for anything other than for food, got it?"

"yes, sir."

"got it."

"you do it,"

"i don't want to, you do it."

"can one of you just do it? why don't you guys want to wake y/n up?" nat stopped bucky and steve's little argument as she turned away from the stove for a bit. "you two love waking her up and carrying her down to eat. what happened?"

"womanhood happened," steve mumbled bitterly, rubbing his sides where you hit him this morning. apparently you had hit him hard enough to bruise a little. nat rolled her eyes in realisation. "period?"

"no, no, not period. satan's montly ritual inside of y/n. you should've seen her this morning, nat. it was like she was possessed!" steve exaggerates. "okay, let's not be dramatic here," bucky rolls his eyes at his best friend. steve only looked at him with fear in his eyes and bucky sighs. "fine, i'll do it. but if i don't return, tell sam he still can't have my snacks. no one can have my snacks."

nat only shakes her head before turning back to the stove to finish cooking lunch.

meanwhile, bucky was making his way up to your room. deep down he was scared to face you after your episode in the morning. "y/n/n? doll, it's lunch." he spoke when he entered your room. he melted when he saw you all snuggled up in bed, asleep, hugging your life-sized teddy bear that tony gifted you last christmas.

"doll? time to eat," he whispered, gently shaking you awake. you slowly opened your eyes to see bucky sitting on your bed, trying to wake you up from your nap. "what time is it?" you asked, rubbing your eyes, your lips jutting out subconsciously. bucky internally cooed at how adorable you looked. "it's afternoon, you skipped breakfast so nat wants you to eat lunch." he tells you.

"tell her i'm sleepy," you said, adjusting yourself back under the blanket. "y/n/n, you gotta eat. nat's gonna kill me if i go back down there without you." he shakes you again and you look up at him with you doe eyes. "then don't go back down. cuddle me, jamesie!" you pouted, giving him your best sad puppy look.

he had a brief internal battle with himself before losing and giving in, slipping next to you and hugging you, providing you warmth that even your blanket couldn't provide. bucky knew nat would have his head but how could he say no to that adorable face? and you using his real name? ultimate weakness.

soon, you were back asleep, cuddling up to him. he smiled down at you, loving how peaceful you seemed when you were sleeping. and before he knew it, he too fell asleep.

"what's taking him so long?" nat huffed and steve's jaw dropped slightly, looking at her in worry. "who's telling sam he can't have bucky's snacks?"

"don't be ridiculous, steve. go get them or i'm telling sam he can't have your snacks too." steve sighs, getting up from the barstool and making his way up to your room.

safe to say he was expecting pretty much anything but the sight of you and bucky asleep, cuddled up to each other. steve's lips jutted out and he cooed at you both. he snapped a quick picture before approaching you two, sitting on your bed beside your sleeping figure.

"y/n/n? sweetie, you need to eat." he says softly as he shook you awake. the shaking seemed to wake bucky up too and when your eyes fluttered open, steve smiled down at you. "bubba? it's lunch," he looks over at bucky in disappointment for having fallen asleep when he had a task. bucky only shrugs his shoulders as if saying 'hey man, i had no choice'.

"stevie?" you groaned out and he smiled. "come on, let's go have lunch, nat is waiting downstairs." he tries to get you to sit up but you resist. "come sleep, stevie," you pulled the same trick you did with bucky and it's no surprise the blond super-soldier fell for it too. everyone had a soft spot for you.

steve laid next to you and you're then sandwiched between two super-soldiers, already falling back asleep in just seconds.

"you know nat's gonna kill us, right buck?"

"then let her try. we can use y/n/n to get out of it. i mean, can you even recall the last time anyone said no to that adorable face?"

"sam says no to her sometimes."

"yeah but he always ends up feeling bad so,"

"okay yeah, you're right."

"that's exactly why we're stuck in this situation, right dear ol' stevie? so i say we just sleep and if nat tries to scold us, we'll technically be under y/n/n's protection because nat won't scream in our faces in front of her."

"good call. night, buck."

"night, steve."

"i can't believe i sent two super-soldier idiots to go wake up y/n on her period. i didn't think they meant it literally when they were afraid they weren't gonna come back." nat paces around the kitchen and wanda watches in amusement. it had been almost a whole hour since bucky was sent to get you and thirty minutes since steve was sent to do so too and both men hadn't returned with you for lunch.

"do you really think y/n/n is having a temper tantrum or something and those idiots are caught in the middle of it?" nat asks and wanda shook her head. "i doubt. y/n can get a little cranky but only if provoked. y/n on her period is overall a sweetheart like she always is. maybe steve was being annoying this morning. i mean, he always is annoying during morning jogs because he always has to announce when he overtakes us." wanda rolls her eyes at the fact.

"okay, you know what? come with me to get them. i mean with our joint forces, there's no way we're going to get sucked into whatever those idiots did. let's go,"

nat didn't give the younger woman a chance to reply before she's storming upstairs to your room and wanda had no choice but to rush along.

"well? are we going to wake them up or what?" wanda asks nat, not taking her eyes off the adorable sight she was met with right as she entered your room.

"i want to get mad at steve and bucky for not waking her up because she hasn't eaten yet but somehow i can't." nat states, looking like she's having an existential crisis.

"well, no lunch for these three, i guess. they better have dinner though or i'm actually going to get mad. let's go, wands." nat closes your door, but not before snapping a pic of you three cuddled up and sending it to the group chat.

nat: [attached photo]

peter: OMG SHE LOOKS SO TINY AND ADORABLE SQUISHED IN BETWEEN THOSE TWO 🥺🥺🥺

tony: IS THAT SAFE? CAN MY BABY EVEN BREATHE PROPERLY?????? NAT WHY ARE YOU JUST LETTING IT HAPPEN

wanda: stark, she's fine

thor: aw, i hope lady y/n gets all the rest she needs. she looks peaceful 🥰

clint: wait no fair i wanna cuddle her too 🥺😭

sam: dang it does this mean i still can't have bucky's snacks

bucky: stay away from my snacks.

"look who finally decided to show." you hear tony tease when you finally came down to dinner.

after waking up an hour prior, you woke up the two super-soldiers sandwiching you by pushing them off your bed. they couldn't even be mad at you when you had burst out in contagious laughter at your own stunt, before leaving to let you wash up.

"how are you feeling, sweetie?" bruce asks you as you sat in between him and tony on the dining table. "i'm good, bruce, why do you ask?"

"we've been hearin' a lot about you today, cupcake." tony winks at you before continuing to eat his food. you pout at him. "bad things?"

"no, no, no, not bad things, never bad things. you're the sweetest little cupcake and everyone loves you. now eat your food," tony pretends to make an angry face at you and you listen to him, smiling as you do so.

after dinner, you decided to lounge in the common room for a bit to watch tv and thor, clint, wanda and sam decide to join you.

"what are we watching?" sam asks as he plops down next to you on the couch. "i don't know, i'm kinda in the mood to watch my little pony." you quipped happily. "my little pony? that stupid ponies cartoon where the purple unicorn has magic and becomes a princess?"

"it's not stupid," you muttered under your breath, suddenly getting upset that he thought my little pony was stupid. "if you guys don't want to watch, i guess we can watch whatever you want." you told the rest who were already seated, a sad expression on your face.

"bubs! of course we want to watch it! right, sam?" wanda glares at sam as she asked him through gritted teeth. "y–yes! yes, we'll watch my little pony!" he replies quickly. "okay!" you cheer, leaning back against the couch as you turned the show on.

after an episode was done, you seemed to have gotten the others hooked on it because they asked for another episode. well, except for sam because he decided one episode was enough and it was time to sleep so he left.

"okay," you giggled, happy that they liked the show. "but i'm going to go get my snacks first." you walked to the kitchen to quickly get your bag of pretzels from the pantry. you were pretty sure it was the period moodswings that were causing your emotions to be all over the place because you cried. you cried because you were so excited to go get your snacks, only to find that it had been stolen.

you trudged back into the living room with a tear-stained face and wanda immediately stands up. "bubs, what's wrong?" she held both your shoulders as she looked down at you. you hiccup. "i–i think pete took my pretzel sticks." you pouted to try keep the incoming tears at bay but they managed to drop anyways.

"i'll kill him," clint stands up, hands held out in a fighting stance. "how dare he steal y/n/n's snacks." wanda rolls her eyes at his antics and gives him a look that tells him to back down.

"lady y/n," thor calls from his spot on the couch. you turn to him. "i have a stash of poptarts if you want?" he offered and as kind as his intentions were, you only wanted your pretzel sticks. you dropped down to the floor, staring silently into nothing.

"y/n," clint places a hand on your shoulder, trying to get you to get up but you didn't. you looked up at him with a small pout and glossy eyes and he cracked. "alright, thor, come with me to the grocery store. we're getting y/n/n's snacks,"

thor immediately gets up, following clint out the door. you couldn't believe that the avengers' own archer and god of thunder were willing to go out just to buy you snacks.

twenty minutes later, they came back with bags of different snacks but most importantly, your pretzel sticks. you ran to them, giving them the biggest hug you could give, prompting chuckles and hair ruffles from them. "anything for you, kiddo."

despite having just gotten your snack, you fell asleep ten minutes into the next episode and thor goes to carry you back to your room. he sets you down gently on your bed, pulling your blanket up so that you were warm.

"sleep well, lady y/n." he kisses the side of your head before leaving. and sleep well you did because you had an awesome family take care of you.

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bonky-n-steeb · 3 years

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Hi Skye!!!!!! It was my birthday yesterday (getting oldddd) so can I have Bucky, Pietro, or Ransom headcanons when it’s their best friends birthday (she/her and maybe friends to lovers 🤷‍♀️🤣) please? Thank u so much!!!! Absolutely LOVE this blog xxxx

Awwww! Belated happy birthday nonnie! 🥳 Hope you had a great day! And I’m sure you’ll age like fine wine! 😘

Thank you for sending in your request! 🤩😍 Ily! 😘

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𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙤𝙢 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 || jealous ransom, little angst…

this is not proofread :/

This is the first time I’m writing ransom, hope you like it! 🥺

You and ransom had been best friends since you were literally kids. Your father worked with Harlan, so you used to usually be there when ransom visited Harlan’s house.

Ransom was sweet as a kid, but as he grew up, he did turn into an asshole, for everyone except you.

As a kid he was pretty sure you were his one true love he had heard about in stories. But as the years went by, he knew settling down with you wasn’t what he wanted. He was young and he wanted to live his life.

Though somewhere at the back of his mind, he knew he still loved you. But he wasn’t ready to accept that. He was ransom drysdale, he could get anyone he wanted.

You knew there was no point confessing your feelings to ransom. You would only get your heart broken, so you always hid your love towards him.

Everything came to a climax at a party at Harlan’s house. You were always close to Harlan himself and thus were invited too.

You took Andy Barber, your friend, along with you as your date. You knew how the family was and you already warned Andy. But to your surprise he was well liked by everybody.

Well, almost everybody. The moment ransom saw Andy, his eyes drifted from his face to your interlinked hands. He stared at you for a moment before storming off.

Andy was everything ransom couldn’t be. He was sophisticated, smart, rich and influential. Most importantly, unlike ransom he was sweet and not an asshole.

Ransom hadn’t even considered that he could lose you. But now, seeing you with Andy made him feel something he hadn’t felt before, jealousy.

He always got what he wanted, he wasn’t used to feeling jealous.

He realised what an idiot he was for not acting out on his feelings before. He couldn’t tolerate losing you. He loved you more than he thought he did.

Seeing you were alone in the corridor, he pulled you in one of the rooms. “What are you doing?” You asked somewhat frustrated. And for the first time in his life, ransom didn’t know what to say.

“Leave him.” Ransom wished he was capable of sweet words. You clearly weren’t getting what he was saying. “Leave who?”

“Him!” Ransom didn’t even want to say Andy’s name. It soon dawned upon you that he was talking about Andy. You and Andy weren’t dating, but you wanted to see how far ransom took it.

“Why would I do that?” You had waited for this day for most of your life. “Because… because I want you to be mine!” Ransom hadn’t said that to anyone before.

“And why do you want me?” You damn well knew the answer. Ransom just shrugged, he was too adamant to confess. When you didn’t give in, he finally sighed.

“You know it already don’t you?” You always had a way of understanding him like no other ever did. “But I want to hear you say it.” Ransom wasn’t the only one adamant.

“I… I love you!” Instantly you jumped into his arms and standing on your tiptoes, pressed your lips together.

“I love you too!” You whispered right against his lips. Pulling your legs around his waist, he discovered your mouth with his tongue.

“Wait, what about Andy?” Ransom didn’t really care about him, but he knew you weren’t the one to cheat. “We aren’t dating. I didn’t have anyone to bring as a date so I asked him. He’s just my friend.”

“So, you lied to me?” Chuckling, you gave him your best puppy eye look, “That’s not gonna work this time. You’ve been a bad girl, and you knew what happens to bad girls.”

And boy, were you in for a night. 👀

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holylulusworld · 3 years

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The B*tch

Title: The b*tch

Summary: It’s a game for you and Bucky. Sometimes you even burn a whole town down if you must.

Square Filled ‘Second Chances’ for: @buckybingo

Rating: Explicit 18+

Pairing: Mobster!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Characters: Steve Rogers, Dot, Sam Wilson, Wanda Maximoff

Warnings: angst, language, love-hate relationship (toxic relationship), public blowjob (light), light fingering, mentions of anal sex (nothing happens, no description), mentions of infidelity/break-up, implied/mentions of threesome/foursome, smut, unprotected sex, public sex, forced voyeurism, possessive Bucky, hair pulling, roughness, implied character’s death, therapy, roleplay

Words: 5,3k

2021 BUCKY BINGO masterlist

Divider by @firefly-graphics

A/N: Please head the warnings. The reader and Bucky have a toxic relationship in this. Both are awful people.

“Steve, tell your boss to keep his bitch in line,” you growl, tapping your glass to order another drink. The bartender smirks, watching Steve Rogers, the right-hand man of the most feared man in Brooklyn cower in front of you. “This is my club, and I don’t like hussies at my club, nor whores.”

“Doll, don’t make a fuss,” Steve tries. “I know you and Buck got a war of roses going on, but he didn’t think much of bringing that girl here.”

“I said, I don’t want his whores at my club,” you whip your head to meet Steve’s eyes, narrowing your eyes. “And I don’t mean girls making money with riding dick. I like prostitutes, Stevie. They are always polite and know how to dress. Suzie over there works here every night.”

“Y/N, stop right now. You know every club pays Bucky good money. Every club except for you,” Steve warns.

“I don’t give two shits on Barnes. I make the rules here,” Steve doesn’t like you slide your hand over your thigh, patting the hidden knife. He knows you love to wear a knife strapped against your thigh beneath your crimson silky robe.

He follows the motion, eyes glued to the slit in your dress, revealing your thigh and the tattoo on it. The one you will remove soon enough.

“Still got the tattoo, doll? I knew you can’t get rid of me completely,” a smug grin on his lips, and a dopily smiling Dot on his arm Bucky waltz toward you as if he owns the club.

“Oh, the trash made it out of the house,” you batt your eyelashes, chuckling lightly. “Didn’t think she can walk on her own.” turning around to face the bartender you give her a sweet smile. “What do you think, Wanda, doll. Does that woman look like she should be at my club?”

“I don’t know, boss,” Wanda smirks. While refilling your drink, she looks at Dot, shrugging as she doesn’t want to get in trouble with Bucky. “I’m not into cheap chicks.”

“Give me two cherries,” you coo, ignoring Bucky fumes right next to you. “Maybe give Steve water to make sure he doesn’t dehydrate. He looks so pale tonight. We don’t want him to get sick.”

“On its way, boss,” snickering Wanda pours Steve water, relieved she doesn’t have to talk about Bucky’s latest arm candy.

“Steve, tell my ex to shut her nasty mouth before I stuff it,” Bucky barks orders at Steve before he sits next to you on his favorite barstool, the one he used to occupy when you still were a thing.

“You wish,” you sip at your martini, looking anywhere but at Bucky. “Why do you come back here? There are other clubs in Brooklyn, with owners liking you, Barnes.”

“I like the atmosphere and the drinks are good,” he smirks, placing his favorite knife onto the bar top. A silent warning for you to watch your tongue. “What can you recommend?”

“To leave,” you quip, sipping at your drink.

“You know, it’s a crime to put cherries into a martini,” Bucky mutters, watching you place one of the cherries on your tongue, moaning at the taste.

“I give a shit on your opinion, Barnes. If you would excuse me now, there are tables, a dancefloor, and restrooms you can use,” you jerk your head toward Dot stand next to Steve, still grinning at you. “Take your bitch and leave me to my drink and the music.”

“Ya know,” Bucky leans closer to breathe in your neck, “you should fuck more often to get the stick out of your ass, my love.” his fingertips ghost over your back, draw circles in your skin.

“Ya know,” you get your knife out to press the tip into Bucky’s crotch before Steve can even flinch, “men like you should watch their tongue and balls. One day someone will break into your house and cut them off. Now go.”

“Little bitch.”

“I used to be your doll,” you say, a little too bitter. “Sadly, you couldn’t keep it in your pants,” you chuckle.

“Bitch,”

“Cheating bastard,” you dip your head to glance at Dot. “You should hurry to disappoint the next woman. Maybe you will keep your promises this time – huh? Or maybe she’ll get empty promises too.”

“One day someone will cut your sharp tongue off,” you press the tip harder into his crotch, smirking when a hint of pain flashes across Bucky’s features. “Maybe I’ll be the one to do so.”

“Aw, you can’t take the pleasure away from all men in Brooklyn who want a blowjob from me. You know,” leaning closer you brush your lips over Bucky’s ear, “men love it when I use my tongue.”

Bucky shudders, remembering the way you went down on him. Teeth, lips, and tongue. “You weren’t that good.”

“What a pity,” you smirk, hiding the knife in your garter. “I just wanted to remind you how good I can blow you off.”

“You sure?” Steve chokes on his water when you slide off the barstool to pat his cock, right in front of his boss.

“What the fuck, doll?”

“Oh, you believed I wanted to suck your dick?” you chuckle. “No, I wanted to go down on your tall blonde piece of meat and show him a good time.”

“Go ahead and show Steve a good time,” Bucky challenges, watching you slowly unbuckle Steve’s belt.

You don’t care the club is crowded or that Bucky is right next to you and Steve.

“Y/N, doll,” Steve mumbles when you slide your hand over his chest down to his abs. “Stop, you don’t want to do this.”

“Stevie,” you coo, giving his lips a peck, “you should know I do what I want, and right now,” you tug harshly at his pants, shove them down his legs, “I wanna suck your dick and show you a good time.”

Steve swallows thickly, but what can man do when a woman like you shoves her hand down his boxers to run it up and down his swelling length.

“Oh, you are packing, sweet Steve,” you moan, hand leaving his boxers too soon to shove the fabric down his thighs.

No one at the club dares to watch you. You’re at the VIP section, the one reserved for and your friends. This part of the club only belongs to you, and you can do whatever you want without anyone spying on you.

“Doll,” Steve’s breathing quickens when you ever so slowly sink to your knees to cup his balls. “You shouldn’t.”

“Don’t tell me what I can do, Stevie,” you smirk, hand fisting his cock harshly. “That’s a nice cock, a big one and I’ll worship it. Don’t you want my lips around your dick?”

“Y-yeah-“ Steve chokes out. “But B-Bucky is right next to us, doll. Can we go somewhere private?”

“No, baby,” chuckling you roughly grip Steve’s cock. “I want to prove a point, Steve, and want to choke on your cock right here and now.”

You lick over the wide head, smiling to yourself when you hear Bucky bark your name. He dangerously growls it, wants you to stop but you relax your jaw and go for the goal.

“If you dare to suck his dick, I’ll end your life,” he growls. “Y/N, I’m warning you, doll. Don’t you-“

It’s too late, you suckle at the tip of Steve’s cock, ignoring Bucky throws a tantrum.

“What, James? You told me I’m boring and you want to move on with a hotter chick. Obviously, Stevie has a different opinion and is hard as a rock for me. Now lemme get him off, he’s so hard it would be a waste to not suck his dick.”

“Stop being a brat,” fisting your hair Bucky drags you off Steve, leaves his friend panting and unsatisfied behind.

“Let go of me Barnes,” you try to swat Bucky’s hands away, but he pushes you onto the couch at the VIP section, growling low in his throat. “I wanna suck Stevie’s dick, James. Let me suck his fucking cock!”

“Be good now,” panting heavily Bucky pins your hands above your head, to hold you down. “You will not suck Steve’s cock, not before you did so with mine.”

“I won’t suck your pitiful dick,” you spit into Bucky’s face, grinning viciously when he growls low in his throat. “Now get off me! This is still my club.”

Bucky’s eyes drift toward your legs, especially the tattoo on your thigh, the one with his name on it.

“This is still all mine, doll. Forget about Steve’s cock, mine is all you’ll get. No one in this town will ever touch you.”

“You fucker!” you try to kick Bucky but he takes the opportunity to settle between your thighs, smirks as you can feel his erection press against your thigh. “Get off me! You made sure no guy I hit on fucked me?”

“It’s the law,” Bucky breathes against your lips, “Y/N, Y/L/N is Bucky Barnes property. I laid claim on you years ago, my beloved wife.”

“The fuck! I’m not some fucking property, you dickhead,” you cry, fighting Bucky with all your strength. “I will kill you the moment you get off me. I will start with cutting your balls off and end it with carving your heart out of your chest!”

“Damn, you really want to suck Steve’s dick,” Bucky grins. He pecks your nose, snickering when you try to bite him. “Did ya hear, Stevie? Y/N wants to suck your cock so badly.”

“Barnes, get off me,” you mutter, tilting your hips to rub your core against Bucky’s erection. “Or get me off.”

“Interesting,” he smirks, eyes drifting toward your chest. “But I don’t fuck bitches,” you huff at Bucky’s words, wiggle harder in his hold.

Your stiff nipples strain against the thin fabric of your silky dress, force Bucky to remember how it felt when you pressed your sweaty body against his chest, nipples scraping his skin.

“Then get off me, Barnes, and leave my club. Take your sweet puppy with you,” you growl. “I’m gonna find another dick to suck tonight.”

“You had to fuck with her again, didn’t you, Buck?” Steve sighs, tugging his cock back into his pants. “Damn, why didn’t you let her finish me? She’s so good at sucking dick.”

“That was a one-time thing, and we were all drunk,” Bucky growls. “And it was one of her fantasies. Y/N is not for you to touch.”

“Didn’t look like it when you encouraged her to give me a blowjob,” cursing under his breath, Steve stomps toward the car. “I had a raging hard dick.”

“Do you think I give a shit! She’s still my wife, Steve,” Bucky sneers. “If not for our friendship, you would lie six feet under right now.”

“Bastard!” tossing the divorce papers onto Bucky's desk, you scowl at him. “James, you told me you’ll sign the papers weeks ago. Now you sent them to me, unsigned and a picture of your dick glued to it.”

“I’m not going to sign that crap, kitten. And I know you loved the picture. I bet you got off looking at my dick,” leaning back in his chair Bucky roams your body with his eyes. “You look ready to get eaten in that black pencil skirt, baby doll. Why don’t you come over here and let me shove my hand down your panties?”

“Everything is a joke to you,” you roll your eyes, not in the mood for one of Bucky’s games. “You wanted out of this marriage, you got out. You can’t suddenly change your mind.”

“I can and did,” he shrugs, eying you shamelessly when you cross your legs. “What happened last night will never happen again, doll. If you ever try to let another man touch you, he’ll die. Everyone in town knows you are mine.”

“You can’t-“ you growl, hands balling into fists. “What do you want for letting me go? I don’t want to fight anymore. I’m tired of your games. Do you want my club? You can have it! Just sign the papers and I’m out of town for good.”

“You would give ‘Artemis’, the club you built out of nothing, up to be free of me?” you shrug. Nothing you can’t accomplish. When you are free of Bucky you will start anew.

“New town. New club,” Bucky huffs at your words. “It’s nothing special. People want to dance, drink, and fuck everywhere. The only difference is, there will be no James Buchanan Barnes fucking me over.”

“I did not fuck you over but fucked you thoroughly,” you scream in frustration, grasp the first thing on Bucky’s desk to throw it at him. “I even let you fuck Stevie.”

“That was a birthday gift, and you had your turn too,” getting up you want to attack Bucky, but you don’t get far.

“Come here doll and get some,” he already grasps for your arm, moves faster than you can blink to push you onto the couch at his office.

“Get off me,” you fight with Bucky. Slap his face, tug harshly at his hair, fist his clothes before you end up on top of him.

He has you on his lap, your legs on each side of his thighs moments later to shove your panties aside, fingers pushing inside your dripping core. “Fuck, you’re dripping for me, doll.”

“I’m just needy thanks to you, Barnes,” you growl, hands pawing at his jacket, tugging harshly. “Give me something, anything…”

“My dick?” he cocks a brow, groaning when you nod eagerly. “Just a minute baby doll,” husking the words Bucky rips your panties apart. “Lemme call Steve to join us.” He grins, revealing he tricked you again.

“Fucking asshole,” you slap his cheek harshly, growling his name. “There I believe you can act like an adult.”

“Just let me call him and he can watch me fuck you like a man,” Bucky grips your waistline, fingers digging in your flesh to hold you on top of him. “I want him to see how good I can make you feel.”

“I wanted to get off, not give your best buddy something to jerk off,” you growl, pushing against Bucky’s shoulders. “Jesus, we are a mess, Barnes.”

“I know, but I love you,” you sigh, forehead pressing against Bucky’s. “Can we not try again? I know that I fucked up, but give me another chance, doll.”

Your hands cup his face, and you breathe against him. Your forehead still touches Bucky’s heated one, and you just take a moment to feel him against you.

“I want Dot gone, not just out of your life but out of town. I don’t care if you send her to hell or Timbuktu. Just get rid of that grinning bitch,” you mutter. “If you get rid of her, we can talk again.”

“Uh-erm,” Bucky tilts his hips to press his erection into your core. “Can we still fuck? I didn’t touch Dot, I swear. Yes, I had a few flings here and there, but I know you were riding Steve’s dick over the last months.”

“What can I say – he has a nice dick,” you smirk, hands kneading the knots out of Bucky’s shoulders. “Maybe we can invite him once in a while?”

“What will I get in return?” Bucky husks, searching your eyes. “Doll?”

“You can do that thing with your thing,” a deep guttural growl leaves Bucky’s chest before you find yourself underneath the mobster, pinned to the couch.

“Give me five and I’ll get her out of town. And then, I want to do the thing with my thing in your ass.”

“Not today,” you grumble. “Get me off first and show me you’ll not stray again. If you can prove you are worth my time, you can conquer my ass.”

“I wanna-“ Bucky whines. “You better let me fuck that tight ass, doll. If not, I’ll not let you cum for months…”

“Promises…promises…”

“Bye, bye, Dottie,” you coo, waving at Steve. The tall blonde drags said woman out of her apartment, not caring Dot screams, fighting Steve with tooth and nails. “Have a nice trip!”

“Bitch!” Dot growls, screaming on the top of her lungs. “You can have that bastard back. He barely made me cum.”

“Did you fuck her?” growling the words you glare at Bucky. “James Buchanan Barnes! Did you fuck that woman?”

“Maybe a little?” Bucky shrugs, rubbing his hands over your arms, grinning sheepishly. “I was barely inside, ya know.”

“What the fuck! There is no ‘I was barely inside’, James. You were inside and fucked her or you weren’t,” you punch his chest harshly. “There is no halfway!”

“Fine, I fucked her ass,” your husband grumbles. “What can I say? We were on a break, and I was lonely.”

“Don’t you fucking dare to tell me you were lonely, Barnes,” pushing against his shoulders you ignore Steve tries to drag you off his friend. “Good thing I rode Steve’s dick excessively. Damn, he was so good!”

“If you don’t stop talking about Steve’s dick I’ll let him fuck you right here, in front of all my men! Maybe I’ll let them have a turn too – huh? All of them!” Bucky threatens, not liking the grin on your lips.

“Oh, please! As if I didn’t already fuck all of your men! Sam was the first I blew off in your car! He tasted like a goddamn popsicle!”

“Lying bitch!” Bucky is in your face, breathes heavily when you exclaim Thor had you on your husband’s desk, followed by his raven-haired brother. “You didn’t fuck my men!”

“I did and if I want to, I’ll do it again. Right here. Right now. All of them in all my holes,” you jab your finger into Bucky’s chest, snickering when he wraps his metal hand around your throat.

“You better think before you speak to me again,” he growls. “Get in my car and shut your mouth.”

“Aw, don’t you want one of your men to shut my mouth with his dick?” you retort, laughing when Bucky roughly shoves you toward his car to bend you over the hood.

“You want to act like a whore, I’ll show you what you’ll get,” Steve tries to stop his friend when Bucky rips your dress down your body, followed by your panties.

“Oh, do you want to fuck me, or will you ask a real man to do so?” laughing manically you spread your legs. “I’m ready for all of them, James.”

“Fucking bitch,” he unzips his pants, impatiently getting his dick out. “I’m gonna fuck you right here for all my men to see.”

“Promises again-“ you giggle, not missing Steve tries to stop his friend. “Will ya fuck me now or shall I ask one of your men?”

“Shut up,” his cock slaps against your ass, and his men turn around, not wanting to peak on you getting fucked. “If anyone takes his eyes off my wife, he’ll fuck her after me!”

“Did you just offer my pussy to all of your men? Naughty, James,” you grin, imagining getting filled by all of Bucky’s men. “Damn, yes.”

“I might add, anyone putting their hands on my wife will die, slow and painful!” you whine, disappointed you’ll only get Bucky’s dick. “Now shut the fuck up and just take my dick like a good girl.”

“Aw, you still think I’m a good girl, Bucky. That’s so sweet of you,” giggling you tap your fingers onto the hood. “Will I get your dick now or do you have performance issues in front of your men?”

“Fucking bitch,” his metal hand roughly fists your hair, presses your face into the cool surface of his car, gives you a stark contrast to his hot cock that nudges at your slit. “I hope you are wet because I don’t care if it hurts for you.”

“Bastard,” filled to the brim seconds later you struggle to breathe. Bucky is not gentle by all means, he roughly grips your shoulders, holds you down like you are nothing but a hole to fill. “Fuck me like a man, if you can.”

“Buck, can we not leave,” Steve grumbles, eyes glued to your body pressed to the car. He would never tell anyone so, but Steve loves to fuck a girl on a car.

“Watch and maybe, you’ll get a turn too. Sloppy seconds and all,” Sam tries to not look, knowing Bucky is too engrossed in starting to fuck into you. Brock on the other hand rubs his hand over his dick, listening to all the noises you make for your husband.

“Buck, this goes too far,” you moan loudly, feeling Bucky speed up. He doesn’t care if you get off or enjoy the ride; he simply wants to lay claim on your body again. “Bucky!”

“You’ll watch me fuck my wife, Sam,” Bucky moves his hands to your hips, holds your body in a tight grip. “I dare you to look away.”

“Bucky likes to have an audience while we fuck,” you quip, pushing yourself up onto your elbows to meet Steve’s darkened eyes. “Look at you Steve, so hard while your best buddy fucks his wife.

“Can you stop flirting with Steve?” Bucky starts to drag you onto his length, groans with every harsh thrust. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to not let you cum.”

“Don’t challenge me, Barnes!” while you bicker with your husband, his men silently sneak toward their cars, leave you to your coupling. “You better make me cum!”

“Little bitch wants to dictate my life,” he ruts into you, hands pawing at your flesh. “My doll wanted to fuck Stevie, and I let her. But then I want to fuck Natasha and she freaks out.”

“As you didn’t ask me to do so! You fucked her in our bed, and she wore one of my dresses,” you growl, pushing back onto Bucky’s length. “All those bitches, you fucked them on our bed. I would’ve never fucked Steve on our bed!”

“Hypocrite!”

“Cheater!”

“Fucking cum.”

“I’m trying but you lost your mojo,” you pant, smirking at Steve. He’s the last man standing – or rather the only guy watching you and Bucky fuck.

“Steve, make a mental note. We will put my wife in the dungeon and play with her all night long,” whimpering you look at Steve, imagining all the cruel things both men will do to you.

“Please.”

“Cum and I’ll hurt you so good…”

“I forgot we got a freaking sex dungeon,” you roll on your back, stretching your sore body. “So, who’s going to get me food?”

“Steve?”

“I don’t feel my legs, Buck,” Steve groans. “How about you go, and I’ll just lie here, ignoring my sore dick.”

“Don’t be such a baby,” you tut. “I only tried to show you a good time. How should I know you can’t take it?”

“Stevie, if you want to keep up with my wife, you must train your dick,” Bucky snickers, looking around the room to find his pants. “Sam, why are you still on the floor?”

“I need a break,” Sam pants, glancing at Bucky who ushers toward the door to unlock it. “I never thought I will ever not want sex.”

“Aw, my sexy soft bear can’t get up from the floor, Bucky,” you sigh deeply, closing your eyes for a moment.

“Did you hear me?” the female asks, disturbing your moment of silence. “Mrs. Barnes, did you hear me?”

Your eyes snap open and you feel the heat creep into your cheeks. Your therapist looks at you, expectantly, waiting for you to answer her question. “What did you imagine?”

“I-I,” you sigh, realizing you daydreamed once again. “To pay him back and, have some fun,” you sniff now.

“How did you do it? Who are you when you pay him back?” she asks. “Describe the person you are in your dreams.”

“When I imagine paying my husband back, I’m sexy and wild. Not meek and boring. If only I was a little more like that woman, he would’ve never found someone better, sexier, and more interesting.”

“Mrs. Barnes, you are not boring nor unsexy. Men cheat on their women for other reasons,” she tuts. “We talked about your low self-esteem.”

“Doesn’t change the fact she’s a ten and I’m a two, maybe even a one,” you sniffle. “I guess he will file for divorce soon enough to marry that woman. I can’t do anything and feel so helpless. What can I do? Bucky doesn’t love me anymore, maybe he never did.”

There is a knock on your therapists’ door, causing her to frown. “Just a minute, Mrs. Barnes. I wonder who dares to disturb our session.”

“It’s okay,” you give her a soft smile. “I can open it for you, and you can make some more notes.”

“We need to talk,” when you open the door, Bucky stands in front of you, panting heavily, an envelope with papers in his hands. You assume he wants to deliver the divorce papers today, so you nod silently.

“Okay, come in,” defeated you open the door a bit wider to let Bucky inside. “Let’s get this over with.”

You walk toward the couch, holding back the tears while Bucky strips his coat off, tossing it onto the couch, ignoring your therapist completely.

“You need to stop talking to your therapist about me,” he begins. “Y/N, what will happen when she tells anyone about the stuff you told her.”

“I only told her about my doubts, that I feel like a grey mouse,” you sniffle. “There is nothing wrong with it. I try to feel better and get over the fact that I never was pretty or sexy to you.”

Tears run down your face, and you choke out a sob, hating yourself for it. “What the fuck, doll. I gave you time and space, but you’ll not talk about shit with a stranger. I want you to talk to me!”

“About what, Bucky? There is nothing left to say. You want that sexy woman, and I’m going to fade in grey again,” you shrug. “It is what it is.”

“Fade to what?” running one hand down his face Bucky sighs. “Y/N, doll. I was drunk and Natasha asked me if she can stay in the guest room. When I walked into our bedroom she was there, wearing little to nothing.”

“How could you resist a woman like her while having someone like me at home. I’m not-“ your voice cracks when you look down your body.

“I-I’m sorry that I almost had sex with her. I was stupid. We had this fight, and I was weak that night, baby doll,” he crouches down next to you, gently touches your foot. “Look at me, doll. Natasha can’t compare to you.”

“’s okay, Bucky,” you shrug. “Men like you shouldn’t go for girls like me. You belong to Natasha or anyone else but me.”

“Fucking shit, Y/N! Yell at me. Scream. Throw things. Do anything but blame yourself for my infidelity. I was drunk and made out with Natasha. This was not your fault, it was mine, doll,” he runs his hand up and down your leg, tries to make you talk to him.

“I will sign the papers, no problem.”

“Papers? What papers? I got you the photos you wanted of the puppy,” Bucky opens the envelope to place the pictures of one of the puppies you liked onto your lap. “I-you see.”

“Puppies? I don’t understand, Bucky,” sniff, wiping your eyes with the sleeve of your shirt.

“Y/N, can we not talk about what happened?”

“Mr. Barnes, I’m glad you made it to one of our sessions,” your therapist clears her throat, watches you make space on the couch for your husband. “Why don’t we talk about your problems? Maybe I can help you?”

“OHMYGOD, Bucky,” you giggle, slapping his bare chest while he tries to slip inside of you. “Hey, shouldn’t we do one of those pair therapy exercises?”

“I’m on it, beautiful,” your husband slams into you, ignores you are still sore from your last encounter. Well, you barely made it out of your therapist’s office without fucking the life out of each other. “Aw, you were such a cute shy girl, and I, the big bad mobster just came to the session to help you cope.”

“You’re an asshole,” you pant, cunt already soaked again. “But fuck me, baby. My therapist will be so fucking proud of me for taking the next step.”

“Next step, huh? You went straight to fucking me, Steve, and Sam. That’s not the next step, it’s the ultimate.”

“Yeah, and it was great,” your nails bite into Bucky’s back, leave angry red lines but you don’t care. “I’m gonna lay claim on you again Barnes.”

He growls, hips crashing into yours. “This cunt is mine. No more Sam or Steve,” you hum to yourself, lean back, and decide to just enjoy the ride. “What? Don’t just lie there, doll.”

“I’m tired but want an orgasm. Come on, Buck, work that body,” you grin, watching Bucky move on top of you. “That’s what you wanted. Right? A girl like Dot, who just lies there and takes it.”

“Damnit, doll. Move your body,” he groans when you decide to buck your hips. “More, Y/N. I wanna feel you move your body…”

“So, a second chance?” your therapist asks when you shyly sit on the couch next to Bucky. Oh, how you love to pretend you are not the devil in disguise.

Your red lips curve into a smirk and you wonder if that smart woman will ever find out the truth about you and Bucky.

“Yes, we will go for more sex and fewer puppies,” Bucky grunts, patting your thigh, squeezing it roughly with his metal hand. “Truth is doc; my girl needs a cock more than anything. Sometimes I’ll bring Steve in, to help me fuck her.”

“What?” your therapist stutters, looking at you with wide eyes. “Mr. Barnes!”

“Oh, she loves it, doc. Last time it was an orgy. I watched Steve, Sam and Thor take turns. She was covered in cum and screamed only my name,” Bucky grins like the devil, already patting his hidden gun.

“I-I,” unsure what to say or how to react to such a confession your therapist slowly gets up from your chair. “I think I’ll need fresh air.”

“Sit, doc,” his voice dangerously low now Bucky dips his head to look her straight in the eyes. “Did you think I don’t know you were selling all those nice information my wife gave you to my enemies?”

“Buck,” you sigh. “Don’t kill another therapist. I liked that one—”

“Great, now I must find a new therapist thanks to you,” watching Bucky parade around your bedroom, a smirk plastered all over his face you roll your eyes. “Seriously, Barnes. You killed three of my therapists in not eight years.”

“The first dared to say we should file for divorce. I know he only wanted to get a taste of your pussy,” your husband mutters.

“Yeah, but what about therapist number two? He didn’t do anything wrong, still, the cops knocked on my door not days after his disappearance.”

“Hey, it wasn’t me!” Bucky snickers. “Maybe Steve didn’t like your therapist blamed him for our failed marriage.” The bastard shrugs. “Or I had to show him no one touches my wife.”

“He didn’t touch shit, Barnes,” you growl, watching Bucky open the door to the bathroom to reveal his next gift to you. “What?”

“May I present to you—” he smirks when a black cat waltzes into the room, “that’s Hades, its soul is as black as yours.”

“Don’t say shit about black cats,” patting the mattress you watch Hades jump onto the bed, purring. “I love black cats.”

“I know, doll,” laughing Bucky sits on the bed to watch you pat the cat.

“This is your last second chance, Barnes. Next time I’ll just kill you...”

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The Past Can Break You - 9

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

AU: Avengers

Summary: You and Bucky have been dating for aa few years. As far as you’re concerned he is the one. But what happens when a blast from the actual past shows up?

A/N: Ive seen a lot stories of Bucky getting his first love from the 40′s back. And I’ve always wondered... what would happen if he was dating someone already? Reader is from this time. Not proofread.

Warning: cursing

Third Person POV

The party is in full swing at the compound. Tony took out all the stops. Claimed it was to celebrate Natasha’s birthday, though her birthday wasn’t for another month. Most people didn’t mind since they loved to dress up and get shit-faced.

Dot held onto Bucky’s hand as he walked around the large room. She was both nervous and excited for this party. She hoped that this was only the beginning for her and Bucky. She also hoped that this would finally get Bucky to make a move other than hugs and hand holding.

She couldn’t understand why he was dragging his feet. You have been gone for a month and Bucky seems to have gotten over it, at least she thinks he has, but he still won’t even kiss her. What happened to this man that he lost his charm from the 40′s? It was driving her crazy, especially since she put in so much work to finally get him. She decided that tonight, she doesn’t care if she has to drug him, he will be hers.

The couple walks up to Steve, Tony, Sam, and Nat, who are all in conversation. “Hey guys, you remember Dot,” Bucky says to the group.

They all nod and give her a small smile, except Natasha. Dot was honestly terrified of the woman. First of all she was gorgeous, which annoyed Dot because she was used to being the most beautiful. But what scared her the most is when Bucky told her she was a previous spy. She has killed people, and she was really good at reading people. Dot couldn’t help but wonder if Nat had caught on to what she did to you.

“Jamie, can you come dance with me?” Dot asked.

Bucky looked at her and saw her giving puppy dog eyes. He had to fight everything in him to not roll his own eyes. He cleared his throat, “Uh, sure Doll. Steve, Nat, why don’t you join us?” Bucky asked with pleading eyes.

Nat did roll hers but grabbed Steve’s hand and walked out to the floor. The music changed to a slow ballad and Dot wrapped her arms around Bucky’s neck. “I saw a video that people dance like this now. Especially when they are dating,” she says.

Bucky furrows his brows, “Uh, I haven’t asked you out yet,” he said.

He heard Nat clear her throat and stuttered, “Though I will soon, Doll. I just needed some time.”

Dot scoffed, “Come on Bucky. It’s been like a month, I think it’s time for you to move on. She is gone, and honestly good riddance. She wasn’t very good for you, ya know. She was way too jealous and couldn’t handle that your past with me. It was honestly pathetic,” she said.

Bucky tensed at Dot’s words, ready to ream into her when there was a loud explosion the caused everyone on the dance floor to fall to the ground. Bucky sat up when the dust settled and looked around. He saw several soldiers standing, armed. In front of them were 2 people, John Walker and... you armed with guns and 2 swords attached to your back (your specialty).

You look around the room filled with frightened people and scoff, “What’s the matter? Never saw anyone crash a party before?” you shout to the crowd.

Natasha stepped up, “Y/N, what are you doing? Why are you with Walker?” she asked.

You looked at Nat with a smirk, “Well, after the man I loved cheated on me with his blast from the past, I decided that there might have been a reason. I looked back on my life and found that no good deed truly goes unpunished. So fuck good deeds!” you shout.

You look at Bucky you is staring at you in disbelief, “Hello Buck. I would ask if you missed me, but I saw you dancing with your slut and figured, nah,” you sneered.

“Y/N, please. Let’s talk this through. Whatever you thought happened did-”

“Do you honestly think I will believe a fucking word you say Barnes? I’ll answer that, nope! But don’t worry. I have a new man now. One that appreciates me completely and doesn’t screw around with ex’s. You’ve met John, right?” you ask pointing to John behind you.

John walks up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, kissing your neck. Bucky tenses, wanting to pull John away from you. You however ignore your him and look around the room until you see her. Cowering on the floor. You walk slowly over and squat in front of her, enjoying her shaking in front of you, “Hello Dolores,” you say.

Before she can respond to get away, you grab her by the hair and pull her out in front of everyone.

“Oh Dot, isn’t this what you wanted? Everyone to know who you are and who fuck? That’s right people, this woman here,” you say pointing to Dot, “fucked this man here, while he was dating me,” you said laughing.

“I-I...I didn’t. I swear... I didn’t” Dot said shaking.

You glared at her, “Oh Dotty, come on, Doll. We both know what I heard,” you said.

Natasha stepped up again, “Y/N, what the hell are you doing! We had a plan! Why are you doing this?” she yelled frustrated.

You looked from her to Bucky, who looked distraught.

“Eh, I didn’t want to wait for your plan. So I came up with my own plan. Which reminds me, Johnny... where is that book?” you ask sweetly to John.

John gulps and walks up to you to hand you a book. You show the team who’s eyes widen. You look directly at Bucky, “Oh baby, I was wondering if the Winter Soldier would like to play,” you say shaking the red book with the black star.

Bucky froze in fear. His heart is completely broken. You, his love, the woman he would kill for, is wanting to turn him into the monster.

Chapter 8 / Chapter 10

Oh man. Things are going to get exciting! And yes in this case John Walker is just a bad guy, never tried to be Cap or anything for the sake of this story, but everyone still hates him. Feedback is appreciated.

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You left your mark in my heart Part 4

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Warning: angst

Steve was leaving for a mission that would last 4 days. You needed to talk to him before he left.

After breakfast you left him a note in the fridge that said:

“Steve,

Please don’t leave with things like this. Come to our room at 14:00pm. -YN.”

Now you were sitting in your bed, waiting for Steve to come.

You heard the knocking at the door. Quickly ran to the door and opened it,

Steve was standing there, he looked like a kicked puppy.

You just stood there for a while. Looking at each other. You took everything in, his perfect body, his handsome face.

He is beautiful.

“Hey” he finally said looking at the floor.

“Hi”

“I am sorry for yelling at you yesterday at dinner.” He couldn’t look at you. He was ashamed of himself.

“You really hurt me Steve.” You tried to not to spill the tears in your eyes.

“Please forgive me.” He finally looked at you. His eyes were red. He must have been crying.

“You know that I always will.” A small and sad smile appeared in your face. “ I want you to know that I am willing to fight for us. I need you. You are my life Steve. Please. I love you.”

“I love you too. I want you in my life.”

“We can try going to therapy. Maybe you can take fewer missions so we can spend more time together, look for a place outside the compound.” You were starting to get hopeful.

He let a frustrated sight.

“You still don’t get it, don’t you?” His tone was harsh. “ it is just not being a dad what I don’t want. I can’t slow down with my life for you. I can’t leave this behind.” He looked at you angrily.

It was like a punch in the guts. “Steve, I am willing to leave so many things go. So many hopes. I am just asking you to give me some of you. Give me Steve Rogers, you can keep Cap.” You we’re getting angry, though tears never stopped sliding through your face.

“We”ll talk when I come back.” He left without looking at you.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

Steve left at night that day with Tony and Sam. He didn’t said goodbye to you.

You cried yourself to sleep that night.

The next few days Bucky and Wanda tried to make you fell better.

They would watch movies with you or bake different comfort desserts.

One night you and Bucky were together in the common room playing UNO.

“Uno!” You shouted before putting your last card in the pile.

“Ahhh, you keep winning this over and over again. I am starting to thing that you may be cheating.” Bucky said with a teasing tone. He had a playful smirk in his face.

“No no no. Maybe you just don’t know how to play old man.” giggling you gave him a hug.

“Thank you Jaime. Thanks for making me feel better.”

He hold you closer. “Of course doll, you are my best friend. I want you to be happy.” He look down at you with adoration.

“I need to talk to him when he comes back.”

That brought Bucky back to reality. He let you let go of you and stand up. “Yeah doll, sleep well. See you tomorrow.”

Bucky left you alone with your thoughts.

STEVE’S POV

The mission had been a success. He was now in the hotel bar with Tony, Sam and Sharon. She was the assigned agent for this mission.

“Well, congratulations. Now if you excuse me I will go to sleep. I am currently in zombie mode.” Tony said giving Steve a pat on the back.

“I will also head to my room. Well done Cap.” Sam smiled at Steve.

“You did great guys. You deserve a good rest.” Steve had a big smile on his face. He loved his job.

Now Sharon and Steve were alone at the bar. It was getting late but they both were talking animatedly.

“How is everything with YN?” Steve’s smile dropped.

“Things could be better.” His tone was bitter.

“Trouble in paradise??”

“She wants me to let down the shield. She wants so many things. I just wish she could be happy with what I give to her.”

“You are Captain America. She should understand. She knew what she was getting into when she started dating you.” She gave him a smile. Took his hand and gave it a squeeze. “Do you really want to be with her, she can’t give you what you need. She can’t ask you to just become a stay at home husband Cap.”

“I know, I know.” He sigh frustrated.

But I love her he thought.

“You need some one who can keep you satisfied.” She said flirtatiously.

Steve stopped thinking straight. The was angry, sad and annoyed. He had to let some pinned energy out.

“Do you want to come to my room?”

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Everything happens for a reason

Pairing: Bucky x reader (Former Steve x reader)

Warnings: cheating, angst, pregnancy, semi-public sex, Steve’s an ass in this one,

Words: 5213

A/N: Well this escalated quickly! When you have too much time at work stuff like this happens :D!

I have no idea how they do a c-section or any medical terms of that field other than the stuff I’ve seen on Grey’s Anatomy so forgive me when the birth is wrongly described.

“Babe? You home?” you called out to your fiance excited to tell him the news. No response, so you ventured further into the dark hallway.

You could see light coming from under the bedroom door. Thinking nothing of it because it was already relatively late, you walked to the room and opened the door.

You had not expected the sight before you though. You’re husband to be in the throes of passion with not one but two women.

Shocked, you slammed the door shut again which caused the threesome to startle.

“Honey? Why are you home already? I thought you were gonna go for a drink with your friends.” he called out to you while ripping the door open again…..

“That’s your excuse to cheat on me? That I was not going to see it? WHAT THE FUCK STEVE! We wanted to get married!” you screamed at him and then threw the engagement ring towards his head.

You stormed past him into the bedroom, grabbed some clothes and necessities from your closet and stuffed them into a suitcase. He tried to reason with you, that he wanted to feel free one last time and could pass up the opportunity of a threesome. Like that was actually an excuse.

Everything he said was ignored and so 5 minutes later you sat in your car and that was when the dam broke. You wanted to cry and yell at the same time. How could you have been so stupid as to think someone as honorable and good looking as Steve Rogers was not gonna follow the temptation of so many willing women at some point? You wiped your tears away and contemplated where you could be going for the night.

After thinking for a while you had figured out that most of your friends were also Steve’s you didn’t know if they were going to take his side or yours.

Natasha was not the right idea, she would probably break into his house and kill him in his sleep if she found out he cheated on you like that. And maybe you were in the right mindset to let her do it right now. Wanda and Vision were out of town and Tony would only tell you “I told you so”. That left only one other person in the world you liked enough to see right now. Bucky Barnes. So without further notice you drove to his apartment complex and rang his doorbell at 1am with a packed suitcase in your hand.

“Yes.” you heard a groggy voice through the speakers at the entrance.

“Ehm, hi Bucky. It’s Y/N. Something happened, can I come up?” you were already close to tears again. He must have noticed so he was immediately wide awake and buzzed the door open.

You took the elevator up to the 4th floor and he was already standing in the doorway to his flat only in boxer shorts and a t-shirt.

“Hey, doll. What happened? You look worse for wear.” he looked concerned and let you inside.

“I feel awful for disturbing you in the middle of the night. But I didn’t know where else to go.” you fell into his embrace after he had opened his arms.

“It’s okay darling. Now tell me what happened please.” he inquired.

“Of course. Where do I start?” you frantically searched for words.

“Best if you start at the beginning.” he smiled encouragingly.

“Yes, sure. So tonight I wanted to go for a drink with a few girls from work but didn’t feel alright after work so I rainchecked last minute and went home. But when I stepped into our bedroom, oh Bucky it was terrible, Steve wasn’t alone. There were two naked girls in bed with him.” you had fat tears streaming down your cheeks.

“Impossible. Steve is not a cheater. You sure you saw that right?” The doubt in his voice made you angry.

“I know what I saw Buck!” you got defensive.

“Okay, I believe you. It’s just that I never saw Steve disrespecting someone like that. I’m so sorry for you doll.” he looked genuinely affected by the whole situation and he could understand how Steve could hurt you like this.

“But that’s not the worst part yet… The reason I didn’t feel great and didn’t go out with my friends is… I’m pregnant Bucky and Steve doesn’t know.” you looked downwards.

“Fuck! That is getting more and more complicated. But congratulations doll. You will be a great mom.” he hugged you close. “How about I’ll make you a cup of tea and then you try to sleep a bit.” he suggested.

“Alright. Thank you Bucky. You are my best friend.” he smiled sadly at that statement. He wished you were more than just friends. Maybe now he would have a chance somehow.

Before he could get up though his phone rang.

“It’s him Y/N. You want me to ignore him?”

“No, then he knows I’m here for sure. Tell him you haven’t seen me.”

“Okay, will do.”

“Steve? Do you know how late it is?” Bucky asked with his best impression of a just out of bed voice.

“I’m sorry pal but I need to find Y/N. I did something stupid and she left. Do you know where she is?” you could hear Steve through Bucky’s much too loud phone.

“I’m sorry Steve. I haven’t heard from her. You just woke me up.” he lied.

“Damn! I need to make this up to her. I’m so sorry. If she comes to you, could you tell her I need to speak with her, please? I love her too much to lose her.” you swallowed more tears threatening to escape.

“Sure, buddy. You wanna tell me what happened?” Bucky feigned cluelessness.

“Maybe later Buck. I have to call the rest of our friends.”

“Alright, but don’t do anything stupid.” Bucky said and Steve hung up.

“You heard him, didn’t you?” he asked you.

“Hmm.” you confirmed.

After you had drank your tea he left you the bed and slept on the couch. When you snuggled into the covers they smelled so delicously like Bucky. A mix of soap, coffee and something uniquely Bucky. For one split moment you had thought about asking him to sleep next to you but that would have probably sent mixed signals and you didn’t know what you wanted at the moment.

You woke up feeling cold. Shivering slightly you opened your eyes and noticed that the blanket had fallen off your body onto the floor. Sitting up you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes and the realization of what had happened struck you a moment later.

“Chin up! You are a queen! Don’t let that idiot make you cry again. He’s not worth it!” you told yourself and got up to get some food.

“Good morning, Bucky.” you greeted him while he was standing at the stove making scrambled eggs and bacon.

“Good morning to you too. How did you sleep? And do you want some breakfast?” he asked cheerily.

“I slept like a baby and hell yes I’m so hungry.” confirming his suspicions.

Bucky and you ate together in comfortable silence. Until he spoke up: “So Y/N you know you can stay here however long you like and I don’t mind kicking Stevies ass for what he’s done to you but you should at least tell him that you are with me. I can’t lie to him forever.” he really had a point.

“I know. Thanks again for taking in a stray in the middle of the night. And I know I will have to talk to him eventually. He hurt me so bad but I’m more afraid I will give in again when I see his puppy dog eyes although I can’t trust him anymore.” you looked so lost. Bucky wanted to wrap you up in a blanket and never let you go again.

That week you called in sick. You couldn’t stand the people at work.

And when you came back on monday, guess who was standing outside our office building with a exagerrated flower buquet.

“I’m sorry babe. I shouldn’t have done that to you. You are the best thing that has happened to me. Please don’t leave me.” he begged. You had to admit seeing Captain America beg was a sight for sore eyes.

“Hello Steve. You are correct you shouldn’t have cheated on me and I am deeply disappointed in you. Thank you for apologizing but I won’t come back to you. You have broken my trust and I can’t just give it back to you. I will be over in the next few weeks to get the rest of my stuff out of your apartment and leave my keys. Now I have to go work. Bye Steve. Oh, by the way, you will have to call all our friends and family that the wedding is off. I’m not doing that.” and with those words you turned away from him and clapped yourself menatlly on the shoulder at how confident and sovereign you had handelt that situation.

If you had thought the deal was over there you had definitely celebrated to early.

Of course Steve found out you had been staying with Bucky all along and was mad as hell.

He suddeny stood inside the apartment, however he got in there, and started throwing insults at Bucky and especially you.

“Here you are you little slut! Have already replaced me, hm. How long has this been going on? You preach something of trust and here you are fucking my best friend behind my back! I should have known.” he raged.

“Calm down you idiot. There is nothing going on between Buck and me. He has just been a friend when I was hurt needed one.” you yelled back enraged at the accusations.

“Who do you wanna tell that, Y/N. Do you think I haven’t seen the way you two look at each other?” he was still so angry. You had nevern seen him this full of rage.

“So what it is none of your business anymore anyways.” you knew you couldn’t bring him to believe you anyway. He needed to find a different cause of why you wouldn’t come back to him than the simple reason that he had cheated. He wanted to blame you, not himself.

“Could you please leave now? I don’t feel so good.” you suddenly felt your lunch coming back up to greet you and ran to the bathroom.

The men heard you puking. One knowing the reason the other not.

“What’s going on with her? She sick?” Steve asked Bucky.

That was your clue to burst through the bathroom door.

“I’m pregnat you ass! You cheated on your pregnant fiance!” you yelled and stormed into Bucky’S bedroom, jamming the door shut behind you.

Steve looked aghast at Bucky “did you know?”

“She told me the night she came to me. She had wanted to tell you then. That’s why she didn’t go out with her collegues.”

“Fuck! I destroyed everything, haven’t I?” he asked Bucky in defeat.

“Give her time. She probably won’t want to marry you, maybe not even be your girlfriend again but maybe she will at least let you see your kid.” Bucky stated matter of factly.

“But I wan’t more Bucky. I want her.” he whined.

“Well, you had everything, pal. But you destroyed it. I better go talk to her. You should really leave her alone for a while.” he clapped Steve on the shoulder, maybe a bit harder than necessary and went after you.

“Y/N? He’s gone.” Bucky carefully stuck his head into the room. You were lying on the bed, on your back staring at the ceiling.

“Good.” you muttered. “I couldn’t stand him anymore. I’m afraid Bucky.” you confessed. “I can’t raise a baby on my own and I don’t know if I want Steve involved.”

“I can understand your worry but I don’t see any reason. You are so caring and selfless you will be a great mom. And if you let me I can help you. Kids seem to like me apparently.” he encouraged you and smiled.

“Thank you, Buck. I definitely will need your help. I am going to be a single mom and that’s completely okay.” you smiled at him.

“That’s what I wanna hear. Now, you hungry after everything just came out?”

“Yes. I’d like Pizza please.”

“Alright, princess I will order some.” he stroked your cheek and got up to get the delivery running.

“So he actually cheated on you? I would have never expected that from Steve. He always seems like a gentleman. Unbelievable.” Wanda exclaimed.

“Yeah. Absolutely insane. But congrats on the pregnancy though. You will be a rockin’ mama.” Nat hugged you. “And we will help you with whatever you need.”

“Thanks, girls. You are amazing. You know I want you to be godmothers, right?” you asked.

“Hell yes. We’re in.” Nat squealed and you never heard her squeal.

Weeks ticked by and you really searched for an affordable apartment somewhere close to your workplace. That was harder than you anticipated though.

After 3 months of moving in with Bucky you had still no place of your own and you constantly thought you were overstaying your welcome.

“How are you two doing today?” Bucky asked you as he came home.

“We are fine. Had a lot to eat and listened to some music. By the way my OB was able to find out what we are having. You wanna know?” over the past months Bucky had become more a father to the baby than Steve had been. Steve rarely called or wanted to now anything about you or his baby. Bucky seemed more than content to take up the role of its father.

“Hell yes I wanna know. Tell me!” he ordered exited.

“Alright, drumroll…. It’s a…. girl.” you announced.

“Oh, wow. Great. A mini you not a mini Steve.” he laughed and you had to laugh too.

“Buck?” you asked suddenly.

“Hm?”

“I want you to be in this girls life. As more than just her mommys friend. More as a rolemodel. A…” you stopped to think about your next words carfully. “More like a dad.” and out it was. Now you only had to wait for his reaction.

“You want me to be her father? Hmm. On the one hand I would love to. I feel so close to her already but on the other hand I don’t want to affront Steve. Even after everything he is my friend. Can we talk about what there is between us first? Maybe if we have that settled all will slip in place.” he suggested.

“Maybe you are right. What is there between us in your opinion?”

“Look Y/N, I have always felt a connection between us. Although I would have never acted on it because you were Steve’s girl, it hurt everytime I saw you with him. And when you got engaged I seriously considered moving abroad so I wouldn’t have to see you building a life with him. If I could imagine myself as the man by your and your daughters side? Of course. There is nowhere I’d rather be. And we are practically living together already anyway.” his confession only superficially shocked you. You knew there had always been feelings from your side too. That’s why it had been so easy to confide in him. He took your silence as hesitation and became insecure “I mean if you don’t feel that way I will accept that. I swear I can be just a frien….” he wasn’t able to say more because you had already stopped his rambling with a bruising kiss.

“So you do feel it!” he observed.

“Of course I do you dummy. You have always been there for me. I’m sorry it took me so long to realize it was actually you who I should be with.” you apologized.

“The most important thing is that we have that figured out now.” he kissed you again and you melted into it.

“Yes, we do.” you smiled.

Another few months flew by and you had started to stay at home because you were constantly feeling dizzy or nauteous when you moved.

“Bucky come here. Now!” you yelled for your boyfriend one snowy december morning. Alarmed he stormed into the livingroon where you were parked in front of a movie with a cup of hot chocolate and a really big blanket over one of Bucky’s hoodies.

“What’s wrong? You okay?” panicked he jumped onto the couch next to you. “No nothing is wrong. Here- Give me your hand.” he gave you his right hand and you pressed it to the place on your belly were you had just felt her kick. When she did it again he almost jumped out of his skin. “Woah, what was that? Was that a kick?” he asked astonished.

“Of course Buck. What else was it supposed to be?” you laughed.

“She is strong. Damn so cool.”

“And she keeps kicking even more when she hears your voice. Maybe she likes it if you sang to her.” you smiled expectantly.

“Oh, no. No one wants to hear me sing. I have a terrible voice.” he refused.

“Steve told me differently. He said you were in church choir together as boys.” your smirked at him.

“He told you that.” he sighed.

“Oh, yes he did. So come on. Sing something for our daughter.”

“Our daughter?” he asked, you realized what you had said and blushed.

“I like the sound of that.” he grinned from ear to ear and that was the moment you were 100% sure that he was it for you.

“I love you so much.” he whispered and kissed first your protruding belly and then your mouth.

You were speechless. “I love you too Bucky.” you replied.

Your daughter grew everyday. Everytime you went to an ultrasound at your OB Bucky was by your side and although the doctor knew he wasn’t the babys biological dad she said that he was doing so much better than most fathers to be. He took so much pride in your baby girl that you almost burst with love for him.

After 9 months of carrying her it was finally time to let go. When the contractions started Bucky rushed you to a hospital and although he didn’t want to he called Steve. And Nat and Wanda of course.

The doctor and midwife did their exam of you and the baby quickly before figuring out that something was wrong.

“She is lying sideways. We can’t deliver her naturally. We need to get her by c-section or you will both die.” the OB made clear. You knew things like that could happen. You had mentally prepared for anything but now that it actually came to that you were more than afraid.

“Wo should stay with you? Only one person can.” the doctor informed you.

Steve, who had just entered the room and had heard everything of course assumed immediately that he was gonna be invited into the OR with you.

“I want Bucky to stay with me.” you whined. Steve got pretty angry and almost ripped the door off its hinges when he left. “Bucky I’m afraid.” you whispered to him. Uncaring of Steves abrupt departure.

“I will stay with you, doll. Through everything. You two will get through this.” he encouraged you.

“Thanks Buck. Let’s get this baby into the world.” you said.

“Good attitude.” the doctor approved.

They rushed you into the OR. Bucky never leaving you and holding your hand the whole time. During the procedure itself you were awake but you got a spinal anesthesia to numb everthing from your belly downwards.

“I will keep a pretty ugly scar Buck. Don’t you mind that?” you asked him a little drunk on meds.

“No sweetheart. I love you so much I don’t care about scars. You don’t care about mine either, do you? Scars are just proof of what you have gone through and survived. That’s what you always used to say. Isn’t it?” he quoted you.

“Yes maybe.”

“Plus it will always remind of our beautiful daughter. That’ll be worth it, don’t you think?” he asked.

“Yes, sure. I love you Buck.”

“I love you too and you are doing so great. Isn’t she doc?” he asked the OB.

“Oh, she’s doing great. Everything is perfect.” she answered but by the nervous facial expression she had on her face and the rushing nurses surrounding her Bucky knew that something was wrong.

Suddenly a baby cried. Relief flooded through Bucky. “Look there she is.” he pointed to your right and you rolled your head over and smiled. Then you passed out.

“Y/N? Y/N!!!” Bucky yelled. “What happened?” he asked the doc full of panic.

“She lost a lot of blood but we are giving her donations now. Go see your daughter and we will do everything we can to save her.” she explained to him. But Bucky would not be Bucky if he left your side.

They sewed you up and 3 hours later you awoke in a brightly lit room. Beeping machines by your head. You looked around, complketely confused until you saw the cutes thing you had ever laid eyes on. Your angel of a boyfriend was sitting next to your bed in an armchair, holding your baby daughter to his chest and singing softly to her.

You started weeping immediately. Still high on drugs and hormones.

“Baby what’s wrong? Are you in pain?” he asked worried.

“No, I am just so happy. You two really are a sight for sore eyes. I can’t contain the love in my heart.” you kept crying happy tears.

“Would you give me our baby?” you asked politely.

“Oh, of course honey.” he got up and placed the blanket wrapped burrito into your arms. When you saw her crystal blue eyes and slightly dirty blonde hair you had to hold back new tears.

“What should we call her?” Bucky asked you.

“I always loved Autumn as a girls name or maybe Freya. What do you like better?”

“I love them both. Double name? Or keep one for the next baby?” he suggested.

“You are already thinking about a second child?” you laughed. “Give me a bit of time to recover and then I would love to have another one with you.”

“Sure so Autumn or Freya?” he asked again.

“Let’s go with Freya. It’s such a unique name. And strong as hell. I think it suits her.” you chose.

“Great. I love it. And I love both of you.”

“Has anyone been in here yet?” you asked him.

“Not yet. I wanted you to see your daughter first before the others came barging in. Steve nearly broke down the door when I refused him to come inside. I handled him and security told him if he didn’t calm down he needed to leave and he wouldn’t be allowed back inside.” he broke down the events of the past few hours for you.

“That sounds so not like the Steve I know but seems like that is who he became. I think if you hand me a glass of water for my parched throat first you can let the others inside.” you instructed him.

After downing the entire bottle of liquid the whole party came trampling into the room. Steve pushed the rest rudely out of the way. But instead of asking how you were doing after losing so much blood he just grabbed your daughter out of your hands to look at her. It didn’t take 3 seconds before the infant was crying like crazy. Steve startled and immediately handed her back to you. “Why is she always crying? She’s definitely yours.” he commented. Bucky gotreally angry at that comment while you tried to calm your baby.

“I think you should go, pal. You are irritating her with your attitude.” Bucky suggested nicely.

“Who do you think you are? You are not her father. I am.” he turned beet red.

You finally had enough. Handing Freya over to Nat who took a step back, you sat up a little and faced Steve. “In the past 9 months Bucky has been more a father to her than you could ever be. He was there when I hung puking over the toilet bowl. He brought me the strangest snacks without asking twice about it. He always had the nicest words to say to me no matter how depressed I felt. And where the fucking hell were you that whole time?” you asked him angrily.

That made him stop still. “You left me!” he tried to defend himself weakly.

“GET OUT!” you yelled at him.

He obeyed because he knew he couldn’t say anything to make the situation better.

“Wow, that was intense.” Wanda commented.

“He needed to hear that.” you said.

“Yes, he did. And now to you and your daughter. She is adorable. What’s her name?” Nat changed the topic.

“Thank you Nat. Her name is Freya. I have always loved that name.” you answered.

“That’s a beautiful, strong name. Fitting!” Wanda commented.

“So when will you be able to get out of here?” Nat asked, still holding your baby.

“I don’t know. Haven’t spoken to a doctor yet.”

As if on cue the door opened and your OB entered.

She told you that everything was healing and that you needed to stay for another day and then you and your baby could go home.

Three weeks later you had already accustomed Freya to her crib. You went on walks everyday. Bucky always by your side. Protecting you both like a wolf protects his pack.

Six months ticked by like nothing. Suddenly Freya was already playing with her mobile which was hanging over her bed. She was very attentive. Crawling all over the apartment fast enough that you almost couldn’t catch up.

It was fulfilling to be a mom but also tiring. You needed a day off so as the nice godmothers that your friends were they took her from you for 24 hours. At first you slept in. You would have happily stayed in bed all day but Bucky had other plans.

So you took a shower and put on a nice dress but you forwent the high heels cause you still had swollen feet sometimes and couldn’t walk in them anyways.

“Where are we going Buck?” you smiled.

“You will see, doll.” was his cryptic answer.

He drove out of town until you reached the hills. Parking the car somewhere in the middle of nowhere you got out of the car and he pulled a picnic basket out of the trunk.

“A picnic? That’s so sweet.” you swooned.

“I thought that would be nice.” He seemed somehow really nervous.

When you had found a clearing he put everything down and you two sat and ate. Sandwiches, fruit, cheese, crackers, chocolate covered strawberries. Everything was so delicious. “Thank you for this Bucky. It’s the best date I have ever had.” you complimented.

“It is wonderful. And I would like to ask you something.” he turned so he was kneeling in front of you and pulled a box out of his jacket pocket. You clapped your hand in front of your mouth and tears sprang to your eyes.

“Y/N I have loved you for so long. We have a great life together, a wonderful daughter. I would like this to hold forever. Will you marry me?” he asked.

You threw yourself into his arms and he crumbled underneath you “YES! Of course I will marry you Bucky. I love you so much!” you confirmed.

He put the ring onto your finger and you kissed deeply. The kiss turned heated quickly. You, still lying on top of him, wriggled your hips. He turned you on so much you wanted him right that moment.

“Woa, hold on doll. You sure you want to do this here?” he mumbled against your lips.

“Don’t wanna wait any more. Waited too long.” you mumbled back.

His hands immediately went to the zipper on your back and pulled it down. You sat up so you could wriggle your arms free and pulled the dress over your head, leaving you in your panties and bra. “So beautiful.” he groaned and buried his face in your boobs, nipping and sucking hickies only he would be able to see later.

All the while you frantically ripped at his clothes, pushing the jacket off his shoulders and unbuttoning his shirt. Then you roamed your hands over his muscular chest intensely. Grinding down on his growing erection got you so wet. You hadn’t gotten any action in over a year and you knew he hadn’t either so this was likely going to be over way too soon. You had to savor any moment that it would last.

With his help you got him out of his jeans and you saw that he was not wearing any underwear. “Naughty boy. No underwear?” you commented, smirking.

“More comfy that way. Why don’t you make it even more comfortable and sit on my dick, doll?”

“With pleasure.” you moaned and sank down on his massive cock. “Fuck!” you groaned at the slight discomfort. You felt like an inexperienced virgin again. “Shit. Don’t stop.” he moaned lustfully.

You rocked your hips sensually and he met you with every thrust.

He hit all the amazing spots deep inside you and you felt your high approaching way too fast. “‘m so close, baby.” you moaned with your eyes closed. Just lost in the pleasure of every stroke inside you.

“Me too. Wanna come together. Open your eyes, darling.” he panted.

So you did as he had asked and when your eyes met his baby blues you lost it and came all over him. That in turn triggered his orgasm and he spilled inside you.

Breathing heavily you slid off of him and cuddled into his side while he pulled a blanket over you.

“That was so great.” he said.

“Hmm, and you know what? I’m still not on birth control again. Maybe… we’ll soon have a mini you running around.” you smirked.

“I would like that very much. Life is always better with a sibling.” he kissed your head.

Well and what can I say- 9 months later you gave birth to a healthy, dark haired baby boy which you named Ben. Your family became the most important thing in the world. You didn’t even want to think about a scenario where you hadn’t found out that Steve cheated on you. You were the happiest when you were with Bucky. That’s where you belonged.

#marvel #buckyxreader #steve x reader #fanfic #smut #fluff #angst #multiplefandomfics #pregnancy #notbetad

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applerubyy · 3 years

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Ciao Adios

Summary: When you find your boyfriend cheating on you yo decide to expose him in the pettiest way you can think of.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (some Loki x Reader if you squint)

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: Cheating and cursing (I think that’s it?)

A/N: Hi! So this is my first time writing and posting anything here so if its terrible please tell me nicely :). This is some AU where everyone lives and all is happy ok? Also english is not my first language so I apologize in advance for any grammar or spelling mistakes. Anyway, if it turns out that some of you like it I think I’d be willing to do a part 2 if you like. Hope you enjoy it! <3. Btw, the gif is not mine so credit to whoever made it.

Crack. That’s the sound of your heart breaking, ripped to pieces in just a few seconds. And no, you were not exaggerating. Seeing your boyfriend kissing someone else while taking off their clothes would do that to a person. And in his office of all places.

How did you not see that coming? They had a lot in common and they did spend a lot of time together but you were just so naïve thinking that he was the most trust-worthy person ever that you looked the other way and believed him when he told you she was “just a friend”.

Just a friend my ass you thought as you calmly walked to your room. No running, that would draw attention to you and you didn’t need that. No crying either, because once you started you wouldn’t be able to stop. Walking down the hallway and taking the elevator to your floor feels like it takes forever.

Time is funny that way. It has that annoying tendency to slow down or speed up at the worst times. Like when you were in college and the clock seemed to literally stop, you would look at the time and it was 10:20 am and check again after what felt like half an hour for it to be 10:25 am. Or like when you are having fun with your friends at a club and you see it’s 12:30 but when you look again a few minutes later it’s 2:40. Right now it feels like the former, time seems to have slowed down. Maybe Dr. Strange did something to it? No, that’s stupid, he wouldn’t play with time that way.

Finally the elevator pings open and you rush to your room. Well, it’s not only your room anymore. You share it with him and everything is a reminder of what you just saw. The art supplies on the desk by the window, the famous shield leaning against the wall near the door, the messy bed where you sleep together every night …

And every single thing brings tears to your eyes until finally, the dam breaks and you let the tears fall down. You bring your hand to your mouth to muffle a sob that brings you to your knees. Crying is the only thing you can do right now because your brain is stuck on a loop. All you can see is Steve kissing her, unbuttoning her shirt with one hand while the other grabbed her ass. And all you can hear are their moans, Sharon’s whimper when he touched her and his groan as he did so.

And now you are full on crying and choking on air because that scene keeps replaying itself over and over no matter how much you want it to stop. And you do, Gosh you do because there is so much your heart can take and this is too much. It shatters you in more ways than one. It makes you question everything you thought you knew about him, about her, about your relationship and about yourself.

You remember the first time you met him. You were already in college and looking for an internship. Luckily you happened to be the niece of the one and only Pepper Potts. And who wouldn’t want to work near Earth's mightiest heroes? You sure did. You were studying journalism and communications in New York and working with the Avengers was the ultimate dream, one that was about to come true.

Your first day was uneventful, it consisted mainly of coffee runs, delivering files and passing messages along. That was until your third coffee run where you ran straight into a wall, well actually it wasn’t a wall but it felt like it. The coffee spilled everywhere, on your clothes and his, and you were going to fall on your butt if it wasn’t for him grabbing your arms to steady you. Imagine your surprise when you looked up to see Captain America himself.

And that’s the moment your love story started. It seemed like something straight out of a romantic comedy and you loved it. It started with flirting, a date and then another, him asking you to be his girlfriend and finally asking you to move in once you graduated. It felt like a fairytale.

Tony wasn't very happy about you and the Capsicle but he saw how happy you were so he tried to be happy too. Tony was your uncle even if you didn’t share any blood. Growing up you would visit your aunty Pepper in New York and he was always around, you even stayed at his house when Pepper and him had to work. So, you two became really close even before he became Iron Man and started dating your aunt.

The same thing happened with Rhody. Your close relationship with Tony meant you were close to him too, seeing as he was one of the most important people in his life. Rhody treated you like his niece and was the only one he didn’t make fun of which you took as the ultimate compliment.

So those three you knew before you started working at the compound and before Steve. But once you started working there you met the rest of the Avengers. Being Pepper and Tony's niece and Steve's girlfriend meant they all wanted to get to know you.

You met Bruce Banner, the Hulk, and you became really close. But that was thanks to his close relation with Tony and all the time you spent with him working on his social media presence to make sure people saw him as more than just the green monster who smashes things. After a while of working there they promoted you and now you manage the Avengers social media.

Nat and Wanda became your best friends from the moment you met. You just clicked and hung out as much as possible, being the only girls on the team meant they were really happy to have another female added to the mix. As for Vision, he liked you because Wanda did, simple as that.

Bucky and Sam were the funniest people ever, their constant bickering always brought a smile to your face and they welcomed you with open arms. Happy that their friend had finally found someone to be with.

Thor and Clint were like the fun uncles you got to see every once in a while. The God of Thunder was like an excited puppy and would hug you till you couldn’t breath every time he came to Earth and Clint would joke around with you and FaceTime you when he was with his kids because they loved you (“best babysitter ever” that called you).

You met Peter when he started working for your uncle. He was a sweet kid and your love of memes, vines and pop culture made you instant friends. He would ask you for advice on girls and tell you science jokes.

But we all know not all fairytales have a happy ending and this one definitely didn’t. You’re feeling so many things at once. There’s anger, sadness, jealousy and something else you can’t put your finger on. You keep crying and are unable to move from your kneeling position on the floor. Checking the clock you realize you’ve been on the floor crying for an hour so you stand up.

Taking a shower seems like the best thing to do, your head is pounding and your face is all puffy. As you shower it hits you, that other feeling swirling around is inevitability. In a way you always thought he was too good for you, you always thought he would eventually get tired of you and trade you for someone else.

It just hurt too much that it was her, the woman he shared so much with. The niece of Peggy Carter, his first love. An agent of S. H. I. E. L. D. Someone who risked their life for the world like he did. Someone prettier. Someone better than you.

Yeah, you were definitely on a self-pity party. But you needed to be miserable for a while, to cry it all out, to hurt so that you could move on to the next stage of grief: anger. And when that came, there was no stopping you.

You weren’t a mean person, or a petty one. You gave everyone countless opportunities and forgave way too easily so you never really got angry. But when you did, when you said enough is enough, yeah, you better watch out. That could be the meanest bitch you ever met and she had no mercy.

So you got out of the shower, dried yourself and started getting ready. Tony was throwing yet another party about who knows what and you were not missing it. You liked parties, they were the perfect excuse for wearing pretty dresses and putting on make up. And tonight you were going all out.

Your inner bitch was concocting a plan and you were going with it.

You hear the door open and prepare yourself to put on the best acting of your life. You take a deep breath and in the sweetest voice you can muster say: “Steve is that you babe?”

“Yeah doll it’s me” you hear him say. A few second later he pops into the bedroom and gives you a peck on the lips as you continue with your makeup.

“How was your day?” Steve asks as he takes off his clothes, probably to take a shower. “I missed you today, i went by your office but you weren’t there” he says with a small frown between his eyes. You could stare at his blue eyes forever but snap out of it when you remember what he did.

“Oh not much, i left work earlier to get ready for tonight” you answer. Shit your work. You really did leave like that, but after tonight hopefully they’ll understand. “You should start getting ready, the party starts in thirty minutes”.

He smiles at you and tells you he’s going to take a quick shower before getting dressed. He goes to the bathroom and you feel like breaking the mirror but instead take a few deep breaths and remind yourself he’s getting what he deserves later on. With that in mind you finish applying you makeup and smile at yourself, you look good. Moving on to your hair you decide to do some loose waves and that’s it, you really don’t know how to make those complicated updos.

Steve gets out of the shower and starts putting on his suit. Men really do have it easier you think to yourself when you see all the work you had to do and he just showers and that’s it.

You take your dress out of the closet and admire it. It really is beautiful. It has a deep plunging neckline that shows a lot of cleavage and is skin tight with a slit on one side. The fact that it is silver with sequins makes it even better. Pepper helped you pick this dress.

You put on the dress and admire yourself in the mirror. You look good. Behind you, you hear a whistle and turn around to see Steve watching you lust in his eyes. He comes closer and grabs you by the waist, pulling you to him.

“You look stunning” he says as he wets his bottom lip. “I can’t wait to take it off of you when we get back”. Lying cheating bastard.

“Can't wait” you lie as you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him. This is just a kiss goodbye you tell yourself. One last kiss before he’s out of your life and probably runs to her. Tears threaten to fill your eyes but you hold them down. Not now.

You break the kiss when the need to breathe is too strong. Grabbing his hand you start walking towards the door and say: “Come on, we’re already late”.

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The party had already started once you walk in and in true Tony fashion it is elegant and extravagant. Everyone is there: S. H. I. E. L. D. agents, the Avengers themselves, politicians and a few famous people.

You and Steve walk to the bar and order drinks. A whiskey for him and a strawberry daiquiri for you, yes you are that basic but hey, it tastes awesome. He offers you his arm and with drinks in your hands you start looking for your friends. A lot of people stop you on the way, nobody wants to miss an opportunity to talk to Captain America.

One thing, or rather on person, catches your attention: Loki. He’s sitting on one of the cushions alone with a drink in his hand. It’s weird to see him there. Sure, he was redeeming himself for what he did in 2012 and Thor said he was doing better but he rarely left Asgard (he “hated mortals”) and when he did come to Earth it wasn’t for a party.

As if he could feel you staring he turns his head and locks his eyes with yours. You weren’t going to lie, he was gorgeous. He was incredibly tall, had those charming green eyes and was actually funny (but you’d never admit that to anyone). But you were in love with Steve and never saw him as anything more than Thor's hot brother. And everyone in the Avengers was hot so that’s not saying much.

You turn away from him and see Nat and Wanda on the dance floor and you tell Steve you’ll see him later and to go find his friends. He’ll need them after tonight you think to yourself. You greet the girls and start dancing with them, for a moment forgetting about what you saw today and putting Loki out of your mind.

The three of you decided to take a break and order some more drinks. Once at the bar Wanda orders for you and when your drinks arrive you go back to the dance floor. You spend the next few hours dancing, talking to your friends and pretending that nothing's wrong. Talking to Steve and pretending that nothing's wrong. Hugging Steve and pretending that nothing's wrong. Kissing Steve and pretending that nothing's wrong.

The fact that Sharon is at the party doesn’t help at all. When you see her talking or touching him you feel like you’re gonna lose it but you remain strong. You remind yourself of your plan and try to keep them out of your mind.

There’s a small stage at the far end of the room and you see your uncle Tony step on it and grab the microphone.

“Hello everyone and thank you for coming to another one of my amazing parties. I hope you are having a good time and taking advantage of the free bar over there” he points to the other side of the room and continues, “Now for what we have all been waiting for: karaoke! And yes, i want everyone to sing something because that’s the whole point of this. I'm looking at you Manchurian Candidate, you’re singing”.

With that he gets off the stage and passes the mic to Sam who decided to sing a Marvin Gaye song. He’s pretty good actually but you can’t fully concentrate on him because your mind is going a thousand miles an hour for what it’s going to happen later.

More people go up and sing their songs and you applaud when they’re done. Nobody is talking much, they're all too busy either laughing at the others performance, drinking or actually listening to the songs. You’re sitting with Steve to your right, Bruce to your left and the rest of the Avengers nearby. You’re your own little group.

It’s finally your turn and as you walk to the stage you can hear your friends whistling and cheering you on. Once you’re up on the stage you choose the song and start singing.

Ask you once, ask you twice now

There's lipstick on your collar

You say she's just a friend now

Then why don't we call her?

So you wanna go home with someone

To do all the things you used to do to me

I swear, I know you do

Used to take me out in your fancy car

And make out in the rain

And when I ring you up

Don't know where you are

'Til I hear her say your name

Used to sing along when you played guitar

That's a distant memory

Hope she treats you better than you treated me, ha

As you continue singing you get more and more confident and take the mic. You walk off the little stage and over to your friends while dancing and you can see them smiling, clapping and having fun. They have no idea how much i mean all of this you think. You look at Steve and he’s completely oblivious. Good, you want to take him by surprise. You arrive at your little circle of friends and start singing the chorus.

I'm onto you, yeah you

I'm not your number one

I saw you with her

Kissing and having fun

If you're giving her all of your money and time

I'm not gonna sit here wasting mine on you, yeah, you

Ciao adios, I'm done

You keep dancing and go back to back with Wanda who’s also singing along. You then turn to Nat and she grabs your hand and makes you do a little spin.

After three, after four times

Why did I bother?

Tell me how many more times

Does it take to get smarter?

Don't need to deny the hurt and the lies

And all of the things you did to me

I swear, I know you did

And now you take her out in your fancy car

And make out in the rain

And when she rings you up

She know where you are

But I know differently

Now she sings along when you play guitar

Making brand new memories

Hope you treat her better than you treated me

You go up to Tony and he starts dancing around you busting out some dad moves. You laugh and keep on singing and dancing.

I'm onto you, yeah you

I'm not your number one

I saw you with her

Kissing and having fun

If you're giving her all of your money and time

I'm not gonna sit here wasting mine on you, yeah, you

Ciao adios, I'm done (I'm done)

Ciao adios, I'm done (no, no, no, no)

Ciao adios, I'm done

If you're giving her all of your money and time

I'm not gonna sit here wasting mine on you, yeah, you

Ciao adios, I'm done

And now you take her out in your fancy car

And make out in the rain

And when she rings you up

She know where you are

But I know differently

Now she sings along when you play guitar

Making brand new memories

Hope you treat her better than you treated me

You walk back to the stage as you sing and step up. You put the mic back into place and sing the last part of the song.

I'm onto you, yeah you

I'm not your number one

I saw you with her (with her)

Kissing and having fun (and fun)

If you're giving her all of your money and time

I'm not gonna sit here wasting mine on you, yeah, you

Ciao adios, I'm done (I'm done)

Ciao adios, I'm done (you get on with your life, I'll get on with my life)

Ciao adios, I'm done

If you're giving her all of your money and time

I'm not gonna sit here wasting mine on you, yeah, you

Ciao adios, I'm done

When you’re done people are clapping and cheering and you look to your friends to see them all smiling. You look at everyone and make a little mock bow and when you straighten you see Loki sitting on the same couch as before. But this time he’s looking at you and he’s laughing, not smiling and cheering but actually laughing.

You look back at your friends and say “Thank you, thank you” with a smile on your face. You continue , “I wanted to dedicate this song to my boyfriend Steve” you point at him.

“In case it wasn’t clear enough, i wanted to tell you that i saw you with Sharon”. You could hear a pin drop. No one was talking and all eyes were on you. This is what you wanted, to humiliate him as much as he did you. And what better way to do it than publicly? Oh but you weren’t done.

You could see Steve's face going pale and nobody knew where to look, if at you or at him. Tony look ready to murder him as did Rhody, Pepper, Peter and Bruce. Thor, Clint and Vision looked shocked. But Bucky, Sam, Nat and Wanda looked guilty.

Your heart breaks a little more when you realize they knew. You can’t really blame Bucky and Sam for not telling you, they were Steve's friends after all. But you thought the girls were your friends, that they would have told you. Apparently you overestimated that friendship.

You keep on smiling and continue “So… I’m breaking up with you. Hope she was a good fuck and wasn’t uncomfortable with the fact that you were once in love with her aunt”. You do a dramatic pause and make a little disgusted face. “Anyway, if I’m lucky i´ll never see you again. Have a great life!”

And with that, you walk off the stage and make your way to your friends. Steve is rooted to the spot and his face is red with embarrassment. You walk up to him, look him straight in the eye and give him an evil smile. He gulps and opens his mouth as if he’s about to say something and then closes it. He does is two more times and still nothing comes out.

You turn to your group and look at Wand and Nat, who can’t seem to be able to look you in the eye. You sigh and say: “Who want enemies when they can have you as their best friends right?”. They look up then and start talking. Telling you how sorry they are and to please forgive them. You raise your hand to silence them and they do.

You go to your aunt and uncle who look like there should be smoke coming out of their ears and say: “I’m gonna stay in a hotel for the night, can’t stand to be here anymore”. Tony scrunches his eyebrows and look at you like you’re crazy.

“Hell no. You’re staying here. We can find him another room to sleep in but you’re not leaving. If anyone’s leaving is Mr. Star-spangled over there” he practically screams the last part as he points at Steve.

You take a deep breath and hug him. It takes him by surprise but he puts his arms around you. “I appreciate it uncle Tony but i can’t stay at the compound, it just hurts too much” you say as you let go. Turning to your aunt you hug her as well and say: “Thank you for everything but I quit”.

The moment those words leave your mouth everyone starts talking at the same time telling you how crazy you are and to think about it. You just smile at them and tell them you already made up your mind. “I'm gonna go pack a bag and ask Happy to take me to a hotel nearby. Please make sure he doesn’t follow” you say as you point to a still red-faced Captain America.

With that you turn around and leave. The room is silent for a few seconds before you hear your friends all screaming at Steve. You look around for a second and notice that Loki is staring at you with a smirk on his face. When you look him in the eye he raises his glass at you ant takes a sip.

You give him a small smile and walk through the doors towards the elevator.

#steve rogers x reader #captain america x reader #steve rogers imagine #captain america imagine #avengers #avengers imagine #loki x reader #loki imagine #tony stark #steve rogers x y/n #captain america x y/n #steve rogers fanfiction

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smutsonian · 3 years

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Hi there! Can I please place request? How about nomad Steve angst with loads of tears with happy ending? Make it dark please? Probably he impregnates you and leaves you for someone else but when he sees Bruce taking care of you it pisses him off and he makes you his? Probably takes Bucky to help 👀

keep you safe

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warnings: dark fic, dark!steve, angst, manipulation, drugging, panic attack, toxic steve(he’s back guys), fucked up shit, not proofread

word count: 3.7k

a/n: ouch... also, this is all over the place. I’m sorry this one doesn’t have smut just pure manipulation and darkness and angst also im going to consider this as a oneshot

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- So, I’m thinking like maybe you and Steve were together before the civil war even happened?

- Like he’s still this soft puppy and he really took his time with you.

- He was this very shy but very romantic guy. A real gentleman who took you on a lot of dates before even making a move to kiss you. AND you were the first to initiate the kiss.

- It’s easy to say that falling in love with this man was inevitable.

- It was perfect. He was perfect. You were perfect.

- Then suddenly it wasn’t.

- Steve started acting strange and distant and it’s not normal for you to doubt his love for you because he’s Steve. He always, and I mean ALWAYS make you feel how much he loves you.

- But is it possible that he’s not in love with you anymore?

- Then you find out that you’re pregnant and you would’ve been ecstatic if it weren’t for the downfall you’re facing called your relationship with Steve.

- You’ve been imagining this moment your whole relationship with Steve. How the both of you would be crying with joy and how the both of you will be planning for your future but that’s not happening right now is it?

- The only thing that happened is the crying part and it was just you crying. Not with joy but with fear. Fear of rejection. Fear of abandonment. And the fear of having to raise a child alone if Steve didn’t want one with you.

- Then flashes of memories you had with Steve appear in your eyes and a smile works its way back to your lips.

- What the hell were you even thinking? Steve would be delighted to find out.

- Steve loves you and he’s just busy with his never ending missions. Steve loves you... Right?

- Wrong.

- The moment you got Steve alone, he seemed very irritated that he’s even in a room with you and that didn’t really help you. You were finding it hard to announce the news and how he’s acting is not helping.

- “Is there a reason for this? I’m very busy, Y/N,” he grumbles but you weren’t offended by his dismissiveness. All that’s going on inside your mind is how he called you by your name. Long gone were the nicknames he always had for you. There was no love when he said your name, only annoyance.

- “I-I have to tell you something,” you stuttered, no longer very fond of the idea about telling him but he deserves to know. Is it horrible to think that maybe he’ll change once he finds out? Will it seem like you’re tying him down with your pregnancy?

- “Well get on with it.,” he says dismissively. Something flashed in his eyes before a grin falls on his lips. For a moment, you thought he was back to his usual self and that made you breathe a little better. “I have to tell you something as well,” he adds before motioning for you to continue.

- “I... Steve, I’m pregnant.” You just went for it, afraid that you may back out when you stalled more.

- Steve’s reaction was nothing you expected. He was too relaxed and you didn’t know if you’re going to be relieved or scared.

- “And I want to break up with you.” His face showed arrogance and the smile that you used to love so much made your skin crawl. It’s like he lived on making you feel this way.

- What exactly were you feeling? Betrayal? Sadness? Anger? No. You can never bring yourself to be mad at him.

- “Is that all?” He asks, his tone getting really impatient that easily makes you feel very belittled and insignificant.

- You can’t find yourself to do anything as Steve rolls his eyes before turning around to walk away.

- You managed to whisper a small “W-wait.” Thankful for his super soldier serum for hearing you.

- He stares at you, still impatient.

- “I-Is that it?” Your eyes started to water, everything falling into you and you start to realize what’s happening.

- “A-are we over? That’s it? You’re breaking up with me because y-you don’t want t-the baby? We can work things out, Steve. It’s... I- It’s normal for couples to not get along sometimes. We can work things out. We always do!” You didn’t even realize that you were crying, whining, or sobbing. You just remember trying your best to make him stay.

- “This is really pathetic, Y/N. I thought you were better than this.” He shakes his head in disappointment which only added a new scar to your heart. You don’t want him being disappointed by you.

- “You want a reason? I’ll give you one. I’ll give you more than one. We are no longer working out. It’s not the same anymore. We’ve obviously fallen apart and I met Sharon...” His face shows guilt and you being so in love with the man, that guilt gave you hope. If he feels guilty then maybe he still cares about you...

- “I never did anything with her, though. Not when I’m still with you. I’m not that kind of man. I’m doing you a favor by breaking up with you. I’m not going to cheat on you, Y/N. I cared about you. I loved you. But this is the end for us. As for the pregnancy... Time changed a lot in this place. I’m pretty sure there are lots of choices for you...” He gives your shoulder a pat before turning around and leaving. Never once looking back at your disheveled form.

- Your heart hurt. The pain was all over you and your ears were ringing and all that’s going on inside your mind is how Steve left you. He told you that he cared and loved you and that’s all in the past now.

- If you didn’t know whether to be relieved or scared earlier, now you do.

- And just like that, you forced yourself to leave. You didn’t know what to do, who to call, where to go. You just know that you had to leave the tower. You were no longer with Steve. You didn’t have the right to be in that place anymore.

- You just had to go.

- You were never really trying to move on. You tried but then you gave up because you can never get over a guy like Steve. You loved him. You still love him. Him loving someone else doesn’t really stop you from loving him. You should but you can’t. And you really didn’t want to.

- You stayed at a friend’s house for a while. They were nice enough to lend you a place to stay, though it’s for a limited amount of time, you were still very thankful. Beggars can’t be choosers.

- You never heard from Steve. Last time you got an update about him was when the news reporter was announcing that the hero was a wanted criminal now. Something about the winter soldier.

- You immediately realized that the winter soldier is his long time friend from all the stories that he used to tell you when you were still together.

- You didn’t know what to feel but you forced yourself to not care. You can’t do anything about it. You only hoped he was in a safe place. You shouldn’t care that much but you did. You still can’t forget about him. Not when you’re carrying his child.

- You were walking around the city, desperately finding a job when you bumped into him.

- Bruce Banner.

- You never really got to get to know him much because when you met him, he was timid and you only ever really talked to him when you bump into him in the tower. And then he disappeared and that’s that.

- But he’s there right in front of you and you didn’t think he’d actually notice you or remember who you are but he did. And he greeted you with a smile. A smile that he never really wore back then.

- “Y/N? Is that you?” He laughed before bringing you into a hug. Well, that’s new.

- “Bruce? Where have you been?” You laughed before returning the hug.

- “It’s a long story... How are you?” He offered to treat you lunch and you followed. You’re basically homeless in a few days so might as well accept blessings when you can, right?

- You told him everything that happened. You told him that you had no idea where Steve is because you broke up before he became a war criminal.

- He noticed your growing stomach and it was quite hilarious and adorable how he was so shy about asking so you told him about it.

- “Yeah, I’m pregnant.” You chuckled at his embarrassed face then apologizing to you for staring. You waved it off, telling him that it’s fine.

- “Sorry to ask but Captain left you even after you told him?” Bruce looks bewildered and disgusted and you could only nod in response, face falling at the memories.

- “Where are you staying right now?” Bruce asked with worry written all over his face.

- “At a friend’s...” You so desperately wanted to ask for help but now is the time that your pride decided to show up.

- “I don’t think that’s safe for you and the baby... You were... The captain’s girlfriend and people can use you for bait. Especially now that he’s wanted... Listen, the tower is really empty right now. Only Tony, Rhodes, and I. I can talk to Tony about it. You can stay there and nobody would even know that you’re there. I’m staying there and nobody knows but Tony...” Bruce’s words gave you hope and you could only nod in tears of joy. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad for you.

- You understand why Bruce wanted to be hidden and that’s something that the both of you would bond over.

- After a few more months, you got bigger. (yep, you kept the baby and fuck steve and his fucking fuckity fuck)

- Bruce is a doctor and you grew to trust him as time went by so it’s normal for him to be the one checking up on you.

- You became very close with Bruce and you found solace in him. He just seems like he knew everything that he’s doing and you felt safe with him. You and your baby are safe with him.

- Steve never really left your mind, not when his child is growing inside of you, but you learned how to live without him.

- You avoided the news because you didn’t want to hear about him, an exercise you taught yourself to become somewhat better.

- So imagine your surprise when he shows up at the tower.

- He looked different. Longer and darker hair. Beard. He looked well and you hated how relieved you were at the thought of him being safe and healthy.

- You locked eyes with him and everything came back to you.

- The hurt you felt when he tossed you aside and the hurt you felt when he dismissed you and your baby.

- You felt sick when you saw his eyes traveling down your body and staring at your very swollen stomach.

- You began breathing unevenly and your chest was becoming tighter. Steve made you nervous. You hate how you feel insecure under his gaze. You hate how you feel like you’re disappointing him and you hate your heart still yearns for him.

- You felt hands snaking around your frame comfortingly and Bruce’s familiar voice brings you out of your mind.

- “Breathe, Y/N… Breathe....” He guided you out of the room, needing the privacy and you thanked him for that after you’re finally breathing properly.

- What you didn’t see was Steve’s fuming face when he saw how Bruce held you and how you reacted to the doctor’s touch. The way you calmed down after hearing his voice.

- Steve remembered how you started panicking after seeing him and he hated how you reacted that way towards him but he hates how you reacted towards Bruce the most.

- Steve’s hatred was drowned by the swelling of his heart when he saw you and your stomach. You’re still carrying his baby and he’s so thankful that you kept his child. He couldn’t love you more at that moment.

- Yes. He loves you. He came back for you and to see you in somebody else’s arms? To see you being comforted by someone else than him? He knows that he’s at fault and he probably deserve it but he’s going to do better. He’s going to be the best he can be. He’s going to be the best for you.

- He’s going to be the man that you would need. You and his baby.

- He’s got a lot to pay for and he’s going to do just that. If only you can cooperate with him…

- Steve watches as Bruce does your ultrasound. He should be there with you but he’s giving you time. He’s giving you space. He doesn’t want you getting overwhelmed again. It’s not healthy for you or the baby so he stands in the shadows, watching you and the baby on the screen.

- “Is that him?” Your voice wavers in excitement and Steve wanted nothing else but to hold your hand but he can’t. Instead, he just watches Bruce’s hand gripping yours in comfort and that just won’t work for Steve… He needs to talk to you.

- “He’s so small but so big at the same time!” Your laugh makes Steve’s heart swell with joy. He will get you back. He’ll do anything and if you don’t want to… He’ll make you want to.

- Steve finally gets you alone. He didn’t force himself on you. He waited. He waited and waited and now you’re ready to finally talk to him.

- “Doll…” He goes over to you to hug you but you step back, avoiding him. If that didn’t hurt his heart, the words you spoke did.

- “Captain.” Your words were short and curt. It’s like you didn’t even want to be there with him at all. And what’s with you calling him captain?

- “I wanted to talk to you, doll.” His voice was soft like honey and you feel your heart pounding with joy but you remained stoic.

- “Well, get on with it.” You should be feeling some sort of relief for repeating his word back then to him but you only felt guilt and the need to comfort him when his face fell and a dejected expression takes place on his face.

- “I-I want to apologize, first of all. You didn’t deserve anything I said back then. I was horrible an- and… I just wanted you to know that I never wanted to hurt you, doll. I love yo-”

- “Well you hurt me. You hurt me a lot.” You cut him off, the stoic expression you were holding is now gone. Steve’s face turns into guilt and he makes a move towards you again but you stop him with a shake of your head.

- “I don’t want to do anything with you right now. I… I don’t even know why you’re bothering to talk to me right now when you were so eager to get rid of me back then. What changed?” You looked at him with those eyes that Steve always felt weak for. He hated himself for hurting you but that’s the only way for you to be safe. He was going to look for Bucky and that will bring a lot of problems and he didn’t want you to be caught in between his fights. He loves you too much and at that time, he believed that hurting you was the best option.

- “I wanted you to be safe, Y/N…” Steve explained, his hand weakly reaching for you but every time you would reject him just adds another stab into his bleeding heart.

- “Well, fuck.” You spat. Steve looked at you in confusion, almost flinching at the way you’re glaring at him.

- “You wanted me safe?” You let out a humorless laugh and this time, Steve flinches.

- “Well thank you, I guess.” You say, voice not holding any emotion anymore. Steve liked you being mad at him rather than this. He didn’t like how you seem like you’ve given up feeling anything for him. He’d rather you mad at him than nothing at all. He deserves your anger towards him. Not this.

- “Well, you can continue making sure I’m safe by fucking off and leaving me to myself then.” That’s the last thing you said before leaving, never once looking back at his disheveled form.

- Steve hated how he feels but he knows that he deserves every single stab in his heart. He knows he deserves more hurting. He wants you to hurt him but you’d never do that. Not his Y/N.

- You’re right though. He will keep you safe. He’ll show you just how much he can take care of you and make you safe.

- He’ll make sure to have you back in his arms. You’re going to be a family and he’ll protect his family at all cost. He’s never loved a woman as he loves you. Not Sharon and not Peggy.

- You never talked to Steve after that confrontation but you still see him. You see him watching over you and you couldn’t help but feel the swelling of your heart whenever you see him.

- You’d see him putting your favorite cereal box down on the counter before you can enter the kitchen so you wouldn’t have to reach for it.

- You’d see him doing simple things to keep you safe and each time, you find yourself longing for the old days you had with him. You find yourself longing for Steve.

- Then it happened.

- Bucky somehow got triggered into becoming the winter soldier and your first reaction would be to find Steve but this time, you didn’t. You went to Bruce.

- Steve’s jaw clenches when he sees you running towards the lab to find Bruce, your hand protecting your stomach. Steve ran towards the lab as well, knowing too well what’s about to happen and he’ll be there to save the day.

- Looking for Bruce didn’t end well because he found you. Not Bruce but the green angry man. The hulk.

- He was shouting while the winter soldier was watching the green man with interest. He somehow managed to trigger the hulk. Your heart skipped a beat at the thought of someone controlling your best friend.

- “Bruce! It’s me!” You shout but the green man only growled before pouncing at you.

- You turned around, crouching and hugging your stomach to protect your baby but the impact never happened.

- The sound of clashing and fighting made you turn around and you see Steve dodging the hulk’s punches with his shield and your heart leaped in relief. You relaxed for a second before feeling worried for Steve.

- It’s like a normal reaction for your body to feel safe with Steve and your brain is starting to believe that too. You remembered his words from before… He just wanted you to be safe.

- He hurt you to keep you safe and you’re starting to understand that now.

- “Y/N!” You see him running towards you with worry written all over his face.

- “Are you okay?!” He asked, hands shaking as he scanned you for any scars.

- “I-I’m fine, Steve… Are you okay?” You tried to look him over for scars but he pulled you into a hug, crying and shaking against your body as he rubbed his hand behind your back.

- “I thought you got hurt. I thought I failed… I just wanted to protect you…” He choked on his words and you hugged him tighter.

- You understand everything now.

- He just wanted to keep you safe.

- You pulled back from the hug before wiping his tears away with your thumbs.

- “What about Bucky and Bruce?” You turned to look behind him but Steve stopped you.

- “Bucky’s alright. He’s back and he’s bringing Bruce to the medbay…” Steve breathes heavily, reminding you of the battle he just had.

- “A-Are you okay, Steve?” You repeat your question and he nods in response before pulling you into a hug again.

- “I don’t care about me. As long as you’re safe. As long as you’re both safe…” He pulls back before pressing a hand on your stomach.

- “I’ll feel safe when you’re both safe. I’ll only feel safe when I know you’re safe. Y/N… Doll… I am fucking sorry for hurting you. There’s no excuse for that. I understand if you don’t want to see me anymore... What I did was horri-”

- “Steve.” You cut him off and he looks at you with sadness and regret.

- You cup his face with both hands before smiling.

- “Thank you, Steve. Thank you for keeping me safe. For keeping us safe.” You grabbed Steve’s right hand before placing it back on your stomach.

- “You keep us safe… Thank you, Steve.” You see Steve’s eyes starting to water once more and you giggle before moving in, stopping just a few inches from his face.

- Your eyes flutter before you leaned closer, finally closing the distance and kissing him.

- You feel his hand moving from your stomach to your back to pull you closer and tighter to his body.

- “I love you, Y/N. I love you so fucking much.” He whispers through the kiss.

- “I’ll always keep you safe, Y/N. I will never hurt you anymore. I’ll be the best husband and father…” He whispers before lifting you up.

- “I’ll keep you safe.” He whispers one last time before carrying you back to your room. The room that you’ll be sharing with him soon. Actually, you wouldn’t even need that room because Steve will make sure to get a place where the two of you can be alone. The tower isn’t safe for you anymore. Only Steve can keep you safe.

- Steve celebrates in his mind as the mission went successfully. With Bucky helping him. With how they were able to drug Bruce’s coffee. Everything went perfectly. You fell right back into his arms.

- And Steve will keep his promise.

- He’ll keep you safe.

- He’ll keep his family safe.

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undeserved happy ending for steve but what about it💀

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buckys-milk · 3 years

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do i see cowboy!bucky, OMG PLEASE

YYES YOU DID!!! So sorry this took so long, I actually started this two days ago but so much has happened since, but I finally got around to finishing it! After writing half way through though I decided to make it a short series!

Pairing- Cowboy!Bucky x y/n

Word Count- 2,474

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Warnings- Eventual swearing, drinking, old guys honestly this chapter doesn’t have much

Wasteland-Part 1 (Series) (incomplete)

Summary: You own a small western town saloon handed down to you by your parents. One day a stranger washes in detailing the arrival of his friend. His friends arrival only brings you trouble, but what harm can come from babysitting two cowboys?

The Wasteland of the West, that’s what you called this 10th layer of Hell. With spacious skies, dry weather, and the population of 100, 50 of that being cacti and skeletons.

The Waterhole, your place of work, was about the most populated shack in town. Originally built by your grandparents, it’s been passed down to you, begrudgingly. Your parents had always wanted you to marry, but marriage wasn’t your speed, you preferred to watch ol’ drunkards fight and play card games.

Now your parents on the other hand, were the lovebirds of town, were. Few years back their bodies were found next to the old rail road out east few miles beyond the town border. Star crossed lovers they were coined. Then there was you. Everyone in town knew you, ever since you were a girl. Not born, but raised here, you would live here till your last breath.

Now, while that’s years away, you had started to plan out who the saloon would go to. It wasn’t going to no kids you knew that much. No friends, the saloon and old ranchers were friends, couldn’t trust them to not cheat at their card games, how could they run this place?

You see, the Wasteland wasn’t frequented much, and visitors weren’t really welcome in town. They always had this air of arrogance and somthin’ to sell, and ya'll weren’t the richest people in the west, and anybody who knew anybody was in the Waterhole. Except today.

“Nice quiet day eh?” In walked Happy, town carriage expert, fixed ‘em up real quick, not that there were too many carriages in town.

“Always is Happy,” you respond scratching at a blood stain patched to the counter. “Can’t remember a time the town was bustlin’”

“Well, back in the days when you were young, we had a lot more traffic.” He sat down letting a few coins escape his hand. “Double.”

A double was nothing more than a whiskey and ginger, you never understood why he called it that. Pouring out his drink you heard more of the locals rush in from their “busy” work days. Minors from out east past the tracks and farmers from up north. I’m no time, drinks were being passed around and the day was just beginning.

—

“Right on time as always Maxamoffs.”

In ran your two favorite wranglers, Pietro and Wanda Maxamoff, twins from the East coast. After they lost their parents, they hopped the train to come out west, landing in your sweet lil’ town. “I know you two don’t do nothin' more than bother the Starks down ‘road, what’s got you late today?” You threw the two a stern look placing a hankie into Wanda's hands.

“Sorry Miss Y/n, Pietro lost the bucket we use to feed the barn cats, couldn’t leave without giving them their water, wouldn’t be right!” Wanda gave you her puppy dog eyes. You were a softy, especially for the twins, they were the siblings you never had.

“We’ll, good on you for takin’ care of those barn cats, don’t know what they’d do without ya’” Nodding to Pietro settling at the piano, “Eh boy! Get those fingers wigglin'!”

He respond In short with a quick warmup followed by a happy tune. Pietro was the best player in town, better yet, the only player In town.

“Get those tables in the corner cleaned up Wanda, I’m gonna check in upstairs.” Wanda responds with a curt nod, bounding off.

You only had one visiter upstairs, some guy from outta town just passing through. He’d been resting a couple of days till he got back on his feet.

Dragging your feet upstairs wasn’t ideal on these steps, old and worn out, maybe you’d have that young Stark come by to replace ‘em, Peter’d have ‘em fixed up real quick. No time to think of it now, here you were In front of the outsiders lodgings. With a slight knock, you here a “yes ma’am?” From the other side.

“Breakfast?, or are you headin’ out?”

“Breakfast would be nice ma’am.” He responds.

“No need to call me ma’am, call me y/n” you chuckled. Men were scared of you ‘round here, owning the best saloon around had its perks.

You thought you’d make him breakfast yourself. Usually it was Wandas job, she was a great cook, but outsiders didn’t deserve her cookin’. “Hey Wan,” you bellowed from the top of the stairs, “I’m makin’ the stranger some breakfast, you man the counter will ya?”

Wanda responded with a clear look of confusion, but she didn’t dare question why.

Didn’t take you long to whip up some ham and eggs, best you’d ever done you thought. By the time you’d finish, the stranger was sat next to a window, far corner where Wanda had just cleaned. Placing the plate in front of him with a glass of brandy, you sat across. “Never got to ask, what brings you ‘round?”

He takes a bite, savoring the taste, first thing he’s had to eat in days you’d reckon. Never left his room until now. “Travlin’ through to the coast, got work there with a coupla friends, Steve by the way.”

You let him take a few more bites, wondering what could be so interesting about the coast, everyone always seemed to leave town for the coast. “Well, you’re lucky you’ve been here so long; usually outsiders are run outta town by now.” You slowly speak, crossing your arms against your chest.

“I suppose a thanks are in order?” He looks up with a daring smile, he’s handsome, blond locks and a scruffy beard, he’d fit in at the coast.

“No thanks necessary.” You still. “I don’t mind outsiders too much, I used to be one.” It was true, even if it was only for the first year of your life.

“Well I appreciate the breakfast and lodgings Miss Y/n.” Another bite. “Which reminds me. Since you don’t mind outsiders and all, how would you feel ‘bout having another around? Or would that make the town up in arms?” He says the last part in a low mumble, leaning himself across the table. You ponder it for a moment, you could handle a whole dozen strangers, it didn’t mean much to you.

“Depends on how long, I can protect ‘ya, but I do have a reputation to keep.” You play coy, giving him a wink.

“Wouldn’t be too long, he’s already on his way. I reckon he’ll be by in two days time.” The sneaky bastard, suppose it wouldn’t have mattered if you said yes or no, you were in for a stranger regardless.

“Well, I’ll have my girl Wanda prepare the room next to yours,” you stand, grabbing his plate and cup. “How much longer will you be stayin' out here?” You ask looking around the room catching stares from the locals.

He smiles, almost making you feel stupid. “As long as I can miss.” His eyes train onto the cup you had taken, signaling to bring him another.

—

Men around here were less than respectful, no matter how handsome the guy, respect wasn’t in their vocabulary. Steve had been of the more interestin’ men to come through town, and you were sure his friend would be just as funny.

In two days time, you were awoken by the sun caressing the horizon with sweet reds accompanied by a low whistle of the wind. A knock on the door had done it though.

“Miss Y/n, sorry to bother you, but I do believe my friend will be arrivin’ soon.” You could hear the shuffle of his feet as he awaited your answer.

“Can I trust you to start the griddle?” You groaned out, throwing your legs over the side of your cot. You heard a grunt in response and heavy steps cascading down the stairs to follow.

It was an unexpectedly chilly morning. A quick bath night not hurt. To follow, you pulled up your under dress in contempt, followed by a loose corset, and over it, one of your finest purples. You looked nice, put together for once. Slipping on your boots and Fixin’ your hair, for the final touches. Breakfast time, just as long as that ol’ stranger didn’t burn the kitchen down.

You found your way downstairs to open the bar, lookin’ out for the twins to start the day. You hoped they’d show up sooner rather than later. Sighing to yourself, your ears picked up the full hum of a tune carrying from the kitchen. Knowing what you’ll find, you waltzed in to see Steve. Dressed to the nines like a cowboy, rugged looking handkerchief tied ‘round his left forearm. That same forearm twisting as he dumped a pile of eggs and ham onto a few plates.

He looks up from his work and you catch a twinkle in his eye. “Thought I’d make a few plates, two for those twins you have workin’ here, nice kids.”

With your hands on your hip you couldn’t help but laugh, “S’nice havin’ a man ‘round here. Can’t remember a time where myself or Wan wasn' cookin’ breakfast.”

He doesn’t reply as he hands you a plate.

“Speakn' of which,” here come the twins. You give him an amused once over and he smiles big in response.

“Like seeing a man ‘round here? Just wait till ‘ya meet my pal, think you two will get along just right.” He chews his words with a big slice of ham, of which you shake your head at.

“Sorry we’re late Miss Y/n,” Pietro starts as he uncovers the piano, “we don’t have an excuse, we’re just late.”

You check the clock hanging off wall above your bar. The twins were early, for once. Today was getting weirder and weirder by the minute, and it only got worse.

—

The town had been quiet, a Monday. Everyone was working, weren’t too tired by the sun just yet, so the watering hole remained empty next to a few regulars.

Just then, the dull thud of hooves started over from the south. “Must be him.” You wispered to yourself. “Steven! You’re boy is here!” You yell to the kitchen where he sat nursing a whiskey while reading an old paper from the coast.

He peaks his head out from the corner, “You say my boy is here?” He seemed excited.

“Yea, I hear hooves of a horse that ain’t from aroun’ here.” You’re bored. You don’t care much for another stranger staying at your saloon, you’re just annoyed you gotta babysit. “Make sure the two of you don’t cause trouble ‘round here you hear? I don’t wanna have to hold back all 6 of the old farmers that live down town.” You joked.

He laughs at that, hearty. Oh yea, he’s excited. Just then, you realize you don’t hear the hooves anymore, it’s silence. Then, the two front flaps are pushed in, and in walks the stranger.

From behind you speeds an excited Steve, rushing to hug the stranger. For minutes you keep your head low, pretending to wipe at some invisible spots. You hear them talking low, all about their travels, until they stop. You look up to see the two of them staring at you, Steve with a dumb grin, and the stranger, with a curious eye.

He’s handsome, tall, black hat and new buckles on his boots. He’s wearing all black, that’s unlike most of the cowboys you see pass through town. Maybe is a west coast thing.

You hold eye contact for a second, not letting your heart beat get the better of you. “Somethin’ I can get you stranger?” You lean over the counter a bit as he sets himself down on one of the stools.

“Whiskey ma’am.” His drawl is strong, and there’s a linger of ocean in his scent.

You nod your head and turn around to prepare his drink, “You boys sure like your whiskey.”you joke turning back. You see his hat has made it to the counter, and he’s even more handsome without it. His hair is longer, curled by the ocean salt, but dark as night.

You place the whiskey down in front of him, making eye contact once again, ‘ocean eyes’ you think, fitting.

“Names James, but I’d like you to call me Bucky ma’am.” He smiles lightly before taking a drink.

You wait and watch, Steve assessing you, as you asses the stranger named James, or Bucky as he would like you to call him. You’re not sure how you feel about this…situation as you’d put it.

“Call me Y/n, I’m not married.” Bucky looks taken aback as he eyes trail to Steve who only shrugs.

“Not common you see a women all by her lonesome runnin' a saloon.” He responds, watching you lean against your back counter. “I commend you Miss Y/n.” Steve places a hand against Bucky's back, signaling you weren't one to be messed with. “I respect a workin’ woman.” He smiles big.

You stare for a second, eyes playing back and forth between the two boys. “How long you two stayin’?” Avoiding the comment.

Steve looks to Bucky who only smiles into his drink, “As long as you’ll have us miss Y/n. We can work around the saloon if you’d like.” Steve responded, seemingly excited again. “We aren’t due for the coast for a bit, and I’m a bang up cook don’t you think?” He looked at you hopeful, hand on your hip as your eyes trained on Wanda and Pietro behind the two men. You could afford a few more people to hang around for help, don’t think the locals would mind if they were working.

“Alright, just as long as ‘ya keep to yourselves and don’t cause any trouble now, I’ll allow you to stay. Free labor for free lodgings, you got that?” You grab at there empty drinks to be refilled.

“Can do miss Y/n!” Steve retorts back.

You place refilled drinks down in front of them, eyes lingering on Bucky, who’s eyes lingered on you.

You could handle this, if you can babysit twins from the east cost, you can babysit two grown cowboys from the west coast.

‘Easy peasy’ you think.

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she used to be mine (xi) waitress au

summary: Inspired by the broadway musical. Y/N Beck is a pie baking force to be reckoned with. She’s pregnant with her lazy ass husband, Quentin Beck’s baby. As everything around her turns upside down, Doctor James Buchanan Barnes charms his way into her life.

pairing: Y/N x Bucky

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author’s note: Alrighty guys, we’ve almost reached the end of this story. I hope you’re still reading, please tell me if you are!

chapter 11: she used to be mine

I wake up startled by a searing throb down the side of my belly. I quickly remove the sheets and there’s no blood so I try to lift myself up from the bed and start walking to the kitchen to get my decaf ready. I remember Bucky talking about the Braxton-Hicks contractions in one of our appointments a couple weeks ago and he told me I should walk so I walk. I have one of Wanda’s pregnancy books that she keeps sending me and walk, walk, walk for what feels like hours, although it’s only been 15 minutes.

I see myself in the mirror and I can’t recognize myself. My body’s changed so much, I’m pretty sure I have a few more wrinkles around my eyes and a few more freckles from all the damn walking under the sun. But that’s not what bothers me the most about all these changes. I just don’t feel like the person I used to be. She was good, a bit messy but always kind, she had a lot more hope in life for herself and those around her. I don’t know if it’s the pregnancy, or the divorce, or everything combined that’s made this version of me so bitter. And this isn’t something I can fix with a little more butter and sugar, in fact I don’t think it can be fixed.

It’s been the longest week of my entire life. Old Nick and Sam collectively decided to gang up on me, and I feel Bucky had to do with it a little bit too. They forced me to go on a “stay-at-home-vacation” until the baby is born, which should be any day now, so I’m just here, alone on a Saturday morning, while everybody is working, Quentin is sleeping with that woman and hasn’t even bothered to call me or show any interest in either his unborn child or our imminent divorce.

This is boring, I feel useless and I need to get out of here. This house, this awful, lopsided couch, that crooked picture frame of me and Quentin at prom so many years ago. I want to throw all of it away and start fresh in a nice, picket white fence house, just me and my baby. Wanda and Nat would come visit and I would bake some of my “La vie on rose petals and vanilla ice cream pie”, we would have a no boys allowed day when it’s just us, and sitcoms, and I could have wine or coffee again, little peanut could have a puppy or a kitty to play with and I would give her all my love and we could be a real, whole family. If I wasn’t tied to this place, these curtains that never let any light on, that man who was always so violent and disgusting but only just showed his true self, maybe I could have that pastel colored life that I should deserve. But what if this is what I deserve?

I called Quentin six times this week. Matt finally was able to send me the divorce papers that I already signed, but that lying, cheating, bastard hasn’t sent them back to me and won’t even dare to answer my calls or texts. I cleaned every surface of this dingy house and put every item that reminded me of my screwed up marriage in a box outside for the garbage collector to take away. Quentin can buy new shirts and underpants, if he can’t answer the stupid phone I can throw away his stuff. I don’t even care anymore.

I find myself walking again but not around my kitchen. I’m waking to the diner cause I felt trapped in the house and I need to cook, something with lots of garlic or onions, I will call it “Wrecked home scrambled eggs pie” served with sauteed bell peppers on the side and a spicy sauce dripped on top of the crust.

I go through the back door and into the kitchen before the girls see me, Sam reacts by giving me a side eye and continuing flipping the burgers he’s working on right now.

“Table 9 order’s ready!” Sam calls out and Wanda takes it.

“We have a pregnant lady in the back, stress baking”.

“I can hear you!”

“Alright good, well you shouldn’t be here. You’re lucky it’s a busy day so we can’t just drop everything and drive your ass back home where you should be!” Nat’s in the kitchen window scolding me now too, perfect. I knew this was coming and to be honest I prefer their banter than the deafening silence I felt at home.

“Just so you know, I’m texting Bucky and he’s coming over” Sam interjects.

“Wha- guys, I’m just baking one pie and then I’ll go, tell him he doesn’t have to come”.

“Why couldn’t you bake this one pie at home then?” Wanda asks with genuine curiosity in her voice.

I decide to be truthful.

“I felt trapped and lonely, I missed the diner. Plus I didn’t have any bell peppers at home and I was craving them”.

They all look at me weirdly, there’s no pity in their eyes, there’s just… tenderness.

Bucky arrives an hour after I got here, with a stern face and his lab coat still clinging to his frame.

“Hey, what’s up, sweetheart? You’re supposed to be resting”. He rubs my shoulders and all I can think is how grateful I am for this little family and this man life blessed me with.

I explain how awfully sad and stressed I was feeling at home and he takes a seat between me and Steve, who’s eating a slice of pie while Wanda’s showing him what she calls “satisfying cleaning Tik Toks”, and Sam’s chatting with Nat about a concert he’d like to take her to next week. Everything about this feels so calm and I’m even starting to feel sleepy with Bucky’s skilled hands rubbing my knotted neck and shoulders.

“Well, well, well. Look who’s decided to finally stop being a fucking hypocrite! It’s Y/N and the stupid fucking Doctor. Tell me, Doc, did you enjoy gazing at her lady parts when she’d go for a “check up” and fell in love because you too are lame and boring?”

I grab Bucky’s hand and stand between him and Quentin, using my other hand to protect my belly.

“What the hell are you doing here, Quentin? You’re not welcome here anymore”. I say, head up high but voice trembling.

“Came home to drop your divorce papers- that I’m not signing by the way- and to tell you to fuck off because whether you like it or not, I’m gonna be a father and you can’t do anything about it baby girl. It’s you and me! It’s always gonna be you and me, so tell you precious Doctor and your friends goodbye. We’re coming home!”

Quentin grabs my hand and tries to yank me away from Bucky but before I can do anything else Steve and Sam are already punching the shit out of Quentin, sitting him down on the floor and pushing his arms around his back. Bucky is taking me away from the fight, shielding my eyes from the view, he knows I don’t need this kind of stress. Nat called the cops when Quentin arrived, knowing the asshole would pull out a stunt like this. Minutes pass and I can’t step away from Bucky’s embrace to see his ass handcuffed and thrown into the police’s back seat.

Bucky takes a step back to look at my face as he feels me trembling and his shirt soaked with my tears.

“Y/N, sweetheart, it’s over. He’s gone”.

I try to form words but then it hits me.

The pain.

This is not what I asked for.

The excruciating cramp-like aches in my lower stomach.

If I’m honest, I’d give this life back for a chance to start over.

The water running down my legs.

I would rewrite the story, from beginning to end.

I can’t feel my legs. All I feel is fear, pain and anger.

This is the life that I’m bringing you into, little girl. I’m so sorry. To you, but also to the little girl I once was. Because she also deserved a good life and she’s gone, but she used to be mine.

chapter 12: contraction ballet

#waitress musical #waitress au #bucky x reader #doctor!Bucky #waitress!reader #Marvel AU #avengers au #Bucky Barnes #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #sam wilson #Steve Rogers #quentin beck

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