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The Tucker-White Twins: Part 12
Fandom: The Sebastian Stan Fandom
Pairing: Lance Tucker x Reader, Dayton White x Reader
Summary: After a domestic dispute, Aileen Tucker and Richard White decided to separate taking one twin with them. Lance went with Aileen and Dayton went with Richard. Both raised how their parent wanted them to be: a successful gymnast and a famous NASCAR driver.
The Tucker-White Twins Masterlist
A/N: the last chapter i wrote and posted was in January of LAST YEAR. and since it’s Seb’s birthday I figured, I should write something. also, sorry this is trash, i haven’t thought about this series in a long ass time so...
Today was your day off from the gym, however, Lance was scheduled for some one on one coaching. Dayton has taken his mom to an appointment and as a result, you were left to watch over Emily for some hours. Not that you minded honestly. You figured this was a good opportunity to get to know the Little Tucker. So you planned on some girl bonding time.
First, you brought Emily to the store and bought her a tea set. She was excited because she always wanted one.
“Mommy and daddy they don’t want me to break it and get hurt. But this one can’t break!” she said excitedly, holding up the box that contained the plastic tea set.
You then proceeded to take her to Build-A-Bear Workshop and she picked out a brown bear and a tracksuit that look like one Lance would have, “Now Mr. Bear has a friend and he looks like daddy!” she ended up calling the bear Mr. Tumbles.
A part of you already felt yourself becoming attached to Emily. She was so sweet and kind. She was the product of a mistake, but things turned out for the better for Lance after she was born.
When you two got back to your place, you started setting up the tea set on your kitchen table, “Y/N, do you love my daddy?” the question took you by surprise because while Lance had said I love you, you didn’t quite know for sure if you loved him yet. You had a deep care for him, as well as Dayton. But you don’t know how to explain to a five year old that this love isn’t as simple as she may think.
But for her sake, you say, “Yeah, Em. I love your dad lots.”
“Good!” she says happily, her blue eyes that matched her father’s sparkling, “‘Cause my daddy says he loves you soooooo much!”
You chuckled at her exaggeration. It also seems that Lance still isn’t aware that children tend not to have any sort of filter when they speak, “Well good! Thank you for telling me!”
“Can we make small samwiches now?”
“Yeah. Do you want egg sandwich, peanut butter and jelly-”
“PEANUT BUTTER AND JELLY!”
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“Y/N? Emily?” Lance called out for you two when he entered your house. He pocketed the extra key you gave him and shut the door behind him. He walked further inside, trying to listen for any sign of both of you.
His ears perked when he heard his daughter squeal with laughter, “I’M GONNA GET YOU, Y/N!”
He walks past the living room and through the kitchen leading him to the door that leads to your backyard. He looks through it and sees Emily chasing you around with a hose. Both of you soaking wet, clothes clinging to your skin.
He chuckled to himself as he took out his phone, wallet, and keys, setting them on the counter, and then stepping out, “What’re my girls doing out here?”
“Daddy! We’re playing with water!”
“I see that, sweetheart.” he slowly walks onto the wet grass, smiling at you as he pecks your lips, “Having fun?” has asked.
You nod, “Lots,” you leaned in for a kiss again, but was interrupted when water began splashing against you and Lance.
Emily stepped back laughing hard, “I got you, daddy!”
He smirked and launched for his little girl, “Now I got you, Emmy!!” he took the hose from her hands, spraying her down with water.
You laughed along with the two, completely swooning over the father-daughter bond. While both Tuckers were preoccupied, you quickly rushed into the kitchen to grab your phone. Right when you were about to go back outside, the door rang. You ran as fast as you could to the door, trying not to make much of a mess or slip to your death.
“Hey!” you exclaim when you see Dayton.
He gives you a smile and a funny look, “Uh, what’s going on here?”
“Oh, heh,” you looked down at your soaked form, “We’re playing with the hose outside.”
He nodded and proceeded to follow you to the back door, “Have fun while we were away?”
“Yes! So much fun! She’s also a blabber mouth that one!”
Dayton snickered, “Oh yeah, can’t tell that girl any of your secrets ‘cause they won’t be secrets for long,” he says, wrapping an arm around your waist. When you get into the kitchen, he stops you, “Hold on,” he spins you in his arms and cups your face, not caring how wet you are, he plants his lips on yours, tongue slipping in and tasting you.
You pulled him closer, lips moving and molding together, time standing still as you both kissed each other. Dayton’s hands slide down your body and to your backside, kneading-
“Uncle Day?”
You both pull away to see Emily staring at you two curiously.
You look at Emily with wide eyes, “Emily, we were-”
“Hey, sweetheart, what’s taking-” Lance stopped, seeing you and Dayton holding each other. He started to internally panic, worried about what his daughter might’ve seen, “Em-”
“Y/N, do you love my Uncle Day like you love daddy?” she asks so curiously and plainly.
“Uh, you look at the twins unsurely, completely at a stand still as to what you should say, “..Yeah, sweetheart. I do.”
“Oh,” she slowly nods, processing what your words meant, and then shrugged, “Okay! Let’s go back to play now!” she pushes her dad to the side and skips back out, leaving the three of you in total bewilderment.
"Well...that went a lot better than expected," Lance says nonchalantly.
Dayton proceeds to kiss you more, murmuring against your lips, "So happy I don't have to hold back anymore."
"Yeah, yeah. Keep it PG, though, will ya?" Lance asks Dayton with a shove and approaches you, kissing you with his own lips.
He pulls away from you to join Emily, but you stop him, “Hey, I know how you said you love me yesterday and I didn’t respond, and I know I told Emily that-”
He shook his head, “Hey, don’t sweat it, okay? I know it’s probably too early for that, but I just-I do love you. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. Can’t speak for my brother, but I love you. And it’s still early in our relationship, but I just don’t want to put any pressure on you for anything. If all of this,” he gestures between you, him, and Dayton, “If it gets too much, tell us. We’ll back off and give you your space.” he slips his hand into yours and rests his head against you, “I don’t wanna jeopardise this. I don’t wanna lose you.”
You look at Dayton who had this soft look in his eyes. He nods in agreement with Lance, “You’re special, Y/N. Lance and I have a complicated relationship, but we’re willing to put that all aside for you. We just want you to be happy with us.”
Dayton slips his hand into your other one and you smile, “I am happy. With both of you and Emily. You guys make me so happy.” you lean in and peck Dayton’s lips and then Lance’s, “You guys can’t get rid of me now.”
The back door slams open and in marches Emily frowning with her arms crossed over her chest, “Daddy! Uncle Day! Let’s go play now!”
All three of you chuckled. Lance bent down and scooped up his little girl, “Alright, baby girl. We’re coming, we’re coming.” he looks at you two, “Let’s go guys! The princess wants to play!”
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Paint My Sins Away (Part 3)
Pairing: au!Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: (soulmate au where what you write on your skin appears on your soulmate) Bucky finally replies to her, but what becomes of it?
Warnings: Swearing (as always lmao), more angsttt
WC: 1.3k
Part 1 Part 2 Current Part
He continues to wipe away each message she writes, but now there is a twisting guilt that saturates every action. Steve’s words are ever present in his mind, but Bucky knows this is for the best, knows that this silence is better than being with a fucked up individual like himself, right? She’s getting to him, though. She’s persistent, stubborn, and a small part of him likes that.
Bucky wishes she would stop. Everything she writes adds to the pain he’s gotten used to carrying around, and it’s getting so overwhelming.
It’s midnight now, and every time he washes something away, she fills it right back up. She’s not really writing now, so much as doodling meaningless shit. It’s too much, too much pressure, too much responsibility, and he wishes she could just give him time to breathe.
He picks up the pen on his nightstand.
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Y/n is in the middle of typing out a text when she feels a crawling tinge on her wrist. Her eyes dart down, searching for whatever little spider might be creeping along her skin and freezes when she catches sight of the word. She knows for a fact that she didn’t write that.
Stop.
It’s written in blocky, shaky letters. She drops the phone, text unsent, and instead picks up a blue felt marker.
What?
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It hurts, fuck, it hurts.
I don’t want you, please, please leave me alone.
And he doesn’t. He doesn’t want this, this whatever this is, He doesn’t want a soulmate because he knows, he damn well knows that if she comes into his life, he’ll fall in love with her, he’ll give himself to her unconditionally. And then she’ll leave. And it will kill him, it’ll fucking kill him. Bucky doesn’t want to ruin her and the only way he knows to protect her is to stay away. After all, he ruins everything he touches.
The pen snaps in his hand.
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A million things run through her mind when she reads it. Fuck you, for example. Suck my dick you asshole, What the fuck, and Who the hell do you think you are? are just a few of them. So does Why am I never good enough?
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Some semblance of normal returns to Bucky’s life. The short sleeves make a comeback, he’s back to reading before bed (he’s on book three now), and lastly, he goes back to being alone. She hasn’t written, never even replied to his last message.
He should be relieved, should be happy that she’s gone, but he can’t deny the deep swell of disappointment that drags him down. He misses her, misses the poisoned comfort she provided.
***
He’s stowed away in the kitchen, chocolate locks pulled into a bun as he hovers over a mug of hot chocolate. The drink burns his tongue and he cannot taste it, but the warmth brings a much needed comfort in the quiet isolation of the empty Tower.
“So.”
His hands tighten around the cup when he hears the blonde super soldier behind him. The grey shirt pulls tightly over his tensed arms as his shoulders slump.
“I see you’re back to short sleeves,” he comments, a questioning note in his voice.
“Yep.” His reply is short and clipped, and Steve can tell this is his attempt at ending the conversation before it starts. Bucky tries to ignore him as he sets down his mug, channeling his nervous energy into making a “Philly Cheese Steak Hot Pocket.” He’s still not quite not sure what these weird, breaded food things are and he still struggles with the microwave, but he knows they taste fucking magnificent, albeit a bit synthetic.
“Did you talk to her?”
The silence grows as Bucky busies himself with the microwave. He’s not completely ignorant about the machine, but at this point, he’s pressing random buttons to delay the answer Steve expects. Buck can feel the tension between them thickening and he listens to the man behind him sigh.
“Look, man, I get it, I do, but you really need to talk to her. I get you’re trying to protect yourself and her in your own twisted kind of way, but honestly, all you’re doing right now is hurting her,” he explains, rubbing a hand against his beard.
“There’s nothing I can do now Steve, alright? I already ended it.”
“What do you mean you ended it?”
Buck can feel his stare, hot against his skin, so he relents, shrugging as he turns. The microwave continues to hum behind him.
“I told her to stop, to leave me alone.” He trails off, forcing a blank expression as he matches Steve’s gaze. The blond’s eyes narrow and with a subtle tilt of his head, he appears calculating.
“You’re leaving something out, I can tell,” he accuses. “What exactly did you say to her, Buck?”
“I told her I didn’t want her.” His voice is barely above a whisper, and he knows as soon as the words tumble from hi lips that it’s the wrong answer. The air crackles and when a shrill beep cuts through the haze, Steve is dangerously close.
“Are you- are you serious? Please tell me you’re not serious, Buck. Please tell me you weren’t that fucking cruel and heartless to some girl who doesn’t know what she did wrong,” is Steve’s incredulous reply and the breath is knocked from Bucky’s lungs.
“What else could I have said?” He’s trying to keep his voice hard, trying to keep the pain from seeping into his words. Steve explodes, throwing his arms out as he scoffs.
“Jesus, Buck, literally anything else in the fucking world! You could’ve said “Hi” or “My name is Bucky,” or hell, if you wanted to continue this self-destructive spree, you could’ve at least given her some sort of explanation, instead of telling her you don’t want her. Did you not think about how that would’ve made her feel? Your actions didn’t just cost you your happiness, it cost hers, too.”
Steve shakes his head and backs up a step, rubbing a hand over his face. The air leaves his lips in a deep sigh before he speaks again, and in that silence the goddamned microwave beeps again.
His voice is much softer when he continues. “You’ve talked about whether you’re worth it or not, Buck, and I know it tears you up, you know, thinking you’re not good enough. You always get after me when I feel that way and I do the same to you. But think about this girl, okay? She doesn’t know why she’s not wanted, Buck. She wanted to talk to you, to her soulmate and you rejected her. Just… just fix this, okay?”
He places a gentle hand on Buck’s shoulder and with a soft squeeze, he’s gone. Bucky is frozen in place, his breath catching as he thinks over what Steve said. The microwave beeps once more and he snaps. Whirling around, Bucky smashes his vibranium fist through the glass interface and rips out a mess of wires.
Silence settles over the kitchen again as he retreats to his room, hot pocket forgotten in the broken machine.
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At the same time Bucky slips into bed to read, Y/n is waking up. The light spills in through the pale yellow curtains as she rolls over with a groan. It’s reaching noon, but with no clients to meet today, she’s free to wake up when she pleases.
The ever present bustle of the city lays outside her window, but it’s a comforting sound. The music of New York is one she’s grown to love over the last six years.
She’s drowning under a sea of blankets, curled beneath the downy fabric. She’s in a pleasantly fuzzy world where she’s not quite awake and not quite asleep. But reality beckons, pulls her from the soft blis of her dreams, tears her from that gentle comfort. The real world is painful, holds that unrelenting promise of loneliness, and her body aches.
She sits up amongst the pillows and stretches out the discomfort. Through the lace curtain, she can just see the top of the Stark Tower, rising above the rest of the buildings.
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Three Hours
Summary: AU. A three-hour drive to the middle of nowhere with your boyfriend Bucky doesn’t end the way you expected.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader
Word Count: 1,746
Warnings: language, ridiculous amounts of fluff, apologies to bears for any assumptions made
A/N: This is my submission for the wonderful @mydragulesebastian‘s 2.5k writing challenge! Congratulations you talented goddess. Prompt is in bold. I needed a soothing balm post-IW.
You didn’t question your boyfriend of two years when he said he needed you to drive him three hours from the city. You didn’t inquire as to what could be so important that you leave as the sun was beginning to set. You didn’t ask why he couldn’t drive himself.
You trusted him. He wouldn’t have brought it up if it wasn’t important to him, if he didn’t need you, and that was a good enough reason for you to hop in your car. You could do this small favor for someone you loved so much.
He’d been nervous all day, pacing back and forth like a caged animal. Maybe it had to do with this drive, though a quick glance told you his anxiety hadn’t lessened yet.
It was really strange for him to have this sort of energy since he was normally a pretty calm guy.
As he sat staring at the map on his phone, watching as the little GPS tracker showed your progress, you wondered what this was really about.
Was he in trouble?
No, that couldn’t be it. Bucky Barnes wasn’t really the type to start trouble. While his best friend Steve seemed to find it with ease, Bucky tried to stay away from it unless someone really needed him.
What could it be?
You didn’t realize you were frowning at the road ahead until he mentioned it.
“What’s wrong? Do you want me to drive?”
“I’m fine,” you insisted, switching hands on the wheel. “Put on some music or something, please.”
You didn’t want to hear your own thoughts anymore.
In your periphery, you saw him watch you carefully for a few seconds before he complied, switching to a station that played pop music.
“That?” he asked, hand paused over the buttons.
“Something a little less perky would be better.”
Bucky hummed at you, then switched it to an oldies station. A sweet melody filled your ears, and you smiled faintly.
“Thank you.”
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Your car was the only one on that particular stretch of road at that hour, so you kept your high beams on to cast off the darkness. At this point you were just glad that no animals had decided to make an unexpected appearance in your path.
When you failed to stifle a yawn, you heard Bucky shift in his seat. He hadn’t looked at his phone or said anything for so long that you had assumed he’d fallen asleep.
“Doing okay, doll?”
“I’m all right. Are we almost there?”
“Almost.” Out came the phone map again. “Another half-hour or so.”
Questions were on the tip of your tongue: why are we out here in the dark? What is going on? Are you in trouble? Could you at least give me a hint, here?
Still, you said nothing, letting the sound of doo-wop groups of old distract you for the time being.
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Your muscles were stiff by the time Bucky instructed you to take exit twenty-one down a winding road to a lot on the edge of a wooded area. You parked and shut the engine off before turning to him to see if you could finally get some answers.
“Are you gonna explain this? I mean, it’s just gotten a little weird, Buck.”
“It’ll be self-explanatory soon enough.”
“You didn’t make me drive out here to murder me, did you?”
Bucky made a face at you. “Hilarious. No, I asked you to drive so I could navigate. Pop the trunk, would ya?”
He must have packed ahead of time, because you didn’t know he brought a blanket and an actual picnic basket. You also didn’t know they still made picnic baskets like that because you’d only ever seen them on TV.
His arms were full, so you reached out to close the trunk before grabbing the blanket to carry.
“This is why you made me drive three hours out into the middle of nowhere? So we could have a night picnic in the dark scary woods while bears try to maul us?”
“No,” he huffed out, turning away from you toward the wooded area where a small path was lined with solar lights. “We are not here to be eaten by bears or anything else.”
You hurried to keep up. “You could have told me you wanted to go camping. I would have made sure we were all set with a nice tent, and-“
“We aren’t camping, Y/N,” he interrupted. “Just follow me.”
The air was still warm even though the sun had gone down a while ago, and for that you were grateful. Since you had no clue where you were headed, you didn’t think to bring a jacket or anything.
And really, who would have assumed that city boy Bucky Barnes would want to park himself in the middle of some trees? He was getting older, maybe he was having an identity crisis. Maybe Sam told him he went camping or hiking and bragged about it enough that Bucky felt obligated to go too.
Either way, you found yourself in the middle of a clearing, watching as Bucky took the blanket from your hands and unfurled it over the soft grass. When everything else was in place, he sat down on the blanket and patted the spot next to him. Reluctantly, you sat down cross-legged.
Yeah, you were definitely going to be eaten by a bear.
“We could have picnicked on the roof of our building, you know,” you pointed out, glancing around as your eyes finally adjusted to the dark.
There were fireflies all around you, offering a light show for free.
Bucky nudged you. “That’s something you couldn’t see from the roof of our building.”
His voice was so soft, so different than normal that you turned to look at him in question. His eyes held a faraway look, like that moment was something he’d been hoping would happen for a while now.
That’s what got you, that look of wonder in his normally stormy blue eyes. He’d grown up in the city and didn’t really get to experience this sort of thing very often.
And besides, any time spent with him was worth it, no matter the setting.
You laid back on the blanket and nearly gasped at the sight of a million stars twinkling above. You had been so focused on Bucky and your own thoughts that you didn’t even notice.
“Okay, Barnes. You got me.”
He let out a laugh before scooting a little closer to lie back too. “Was it worth the three-hour drive?”
“Yeah.” You turned your head to smile at him. “It’s beautiful.”
“Good, because any minute now it’s going to get even better.”
“What do you mean?”
Bucky’s eyes flickered back to the night sky. “Just watch.”
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It took only ten minutes or so for anything to happen.
The moonless sky with its millions of tiny flickering stars stared back at you while you waited. Those minutes were silent, filled with contemplation. It was you and Bucky against the whole universe and you couldn’t help but feel a little encouraged.
Life could be so rough sometimes. There were days, weeks even, when you would get caught up in your work or bills or repairs or anything, really. You’d spend hours worrying, feeling anxious enough for both you and Bucky for whatever reason on any given day.
Those problems all seemed so small the moment the first meteorite blazed a path of light above you.
And you always thought after every meltdown, after the feelings finally melted away for a brief respite, that maybe Bucky was your anchor. Bucky was the one who helped put everything in perspective when all you wanted to do was give up. Bucky trudged with you through the mud until you felt light on your feet again.
This whole time, Bucky was trying to get you to see the universe for what it was - endless possibilities just waiting for you to look up and notice.
A wave of emotion crashed over you, and you reached over for his hand. You intertwined your fingers with his and watched as more streaks tore across the sky.
“So is this romantic or what?” There was a small smile on his lips; he knew the answer to that already. “I read about this meteor shower weeks ago and I just knew we had to see it.”
You squeezed his hand gently. “Definitely romantic, Buck.”
“Good.”
Bucky pulled away after a minute or so, ignoring your protests as he sat up and rummaged through the picnic basket.
You scoffed. “I was totally about to suggest cuddling. Your loss, mister.”
He muttered something unintelligible as his movements became more frantic.
You sat up too, peering over his arm to try to see what he was doing. “What are you looking for? It’s a bit late to eat, don’t you think?”
“Not food,” he mumbled, yanking the basket closer as if he was shielding it from view.
“No?” It was too dark to see, anyway. “What’s in there then? Wine?”
The telltale sign of glasses clanking together made you think it was either wine or champagne. You were just about to suggest drinking whatever it was before it got warm, but stopped when you saw something tumble to the blanket.
You leaned over, trying to reach for it from where you sat. “Is that what you’re looking for?”
Bucky set the basket aside and grabbed the small square before you could get your hands on it.
“Well, is it?”
“Yeah,” he said, running a hand over his face. He looked nervous again, and as your eyes flitted down to the small box in his grasp, you finally realized why.
“Oh my god,” you whispered, eyes wide. “Bucky…”
“I didn’t mean for you to find it first,” he groaned, shaking his head. “Dammit! This was going so well!”
You reached out and put a hand on his arm. “Buck, I promise you, nothing is going wrong. Just…just say what you want to say.”
His blue eyes flickered to yours, and he was silent for a beat.
Your heartbeat picked up the pace as you held his gaze.
Then, while light streaked across the sky above you, while fireflies sparkled and crickets sang a love song for you both, Bucky Barnes shifted to a kneeling position in front of you and opened the small box in his hand.
Really, what were three hours compared to forever?
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Happy Fanfic Writer Appreciation Day
you see where i live it's already 22 so im late and i dont know about this day actually so im sorry 🙏 . BUT i still wanna show the love and adoration i have for these amazing writers who i believe they have done so much to make good stories. being a fanfic writer is fun but also tiring so today i just wanna take the chance to say that i appreciate every single one of you for making the fandom much more alive and fun ✨✨✨✨✨
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“Controlled and Calculated” (1)
“That’s not exactly a good coping method.” - Prompt w/ Bucky Barnes
Summary: Bucky Barnes, always controlled, always stoic, always calculated. He’s an attorney and a damn good one at that. Until his new courthouse dance partner is the most sure footed, infuriating woman he has ever come across.
A/N: This is an AU drabble (I use the term loosely here) series for @mydragulesebastian 2.5k challenge Congrats Babe!. It’s not great, I tried I promise. It’s a lot of angst and drama and! Drop me some feedback if you want, :) I love hearing from you guys! and of course who would I be if I didn’t write at least one angst AU fic every couple months?!
Pairing: AU!Bucky Barnes x Reader
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The infernal clicking of her pen in her hand is driving him insane. He wants to reach over, grab the pen from her hand and throw it out the goddamn window.
Click. Click. Click.
His gaze flits over to where she sat, opposite him, arm resting on the large glass rectangular table, leaning back in the leatherback conference room chair, an almost smug look on her face as she listened to one of the Partners of the firm talk.
Click. Click. Click.
Bucky takes a deep breath, trying to control his frustrations. He is trying to pay attention to what is being said but all he can focus on is that damned clicking.
Click. Click. Click.
Why won’t she stop clicking that fucking pen!, He thought frustratedly to himself. He looks back at his boss standing at the end of the conference table, Peggy Carter, a formidable force of nature. An absolute shark in the courtroom, of course she was, with the leading Law Firm in New York city, why wouldn't she be.
“Isn’t that right Bucky?” Peggy’s voice snaps him out of his thoughts, she’s looking directly at him. Her eyebrows raised, prompting him to speak.
Shit, he wasn’t paying attention. Bucky clears his throat, and opens his mouth to speak but is suddenly cut off by the new girl. Who looks directly at him, a smirk on her face.
“I don’t mind taking point with Bucky on this.” She said, her voice velvety smooth and sultry. “That is, if he is okay with it.” She added, tossing her hair over her shoulder. That tight white blouse she’s wearing is intensely distracting all of a sudden.
Then she begins that fucking clicking of her pen again and Bucky’s gaze met hers. He wants to throw himself out the window at this point.
“I don’t need help on the case, sorry newbie and its James.” Bucky said, his voice assured and commanding correcting her. Only his friends were allowed to call him Bucky. Everyone at the table tensed when he responded. Bucky had been one of the senior partners at the law firm for a year now and no one stepped on his toes. He got his shit done, and didn’t as anyone for help ever.
Bucky never lost a case.
Peggy cleared her throat, “Well seeing as she’s your new partner, I think it will be good for the two of you to work this case together.” Peggy stated, giving Bucky a look that meant don’t argue with her. He had known her all his life and knew better than to talk back when Peggy gave him that stare.
He had multiple questions run through his mind at that very moment, His new partner? What the hell did that mean? Why didn’t Peggy inform him and why was he getting a partner, he had never had not. Not in the 8 years of working here.
“Not a chance” Was all he responded, steeling his expression back to a scowl that everyone was used to seeing him with.
“And why not?” She actually challenged him, openly in front of everyone. A senior partner at the firm, was being challenged in a meeting by a newbie. Bucky raised an eyebrow at her and shook his head.
“Because I don’t need your help. I have this one in the bag already.” Bucky retorted, a little arrogantly.
This caused her to snort at his response. Bucky was highly amused by her attitude. Who the hell did she think she was.
“We will discuss it later.” Peggy sighed, cutting in before the argument got heated. Already knowing what a fight this was going to be, hence why she never told him about this little arrangement.
The woman whose name he hadn’t bothered to learn yet, sat back in her chair. Smugly swinging in at as she looked at him. A smirk on her face. A pretty face, even though it annoyed him.
Then there it was again, that fucking clicking of her pen.
Click. Click. Click.
That sound absolutely grated his nerves. So much so, that as Peggy continued with the rest of the briefing on the case, Bucky couldn’t drown out the sound that her pen was making. He had actually never been more infuriated by a pen before in his entire existence.
And the second the briefing was over, Bucky pushed himself out of his chair, grabbed his briefcase and marched out of the conference room. Eager to get away from that woman and her annoying fucking pen.
Everyone stared after him, and Peggy sighed. Bucky always was a difficult one, but he won cases. So she kept him happy. This new spanner in the works was definitely going to be tumultuous but she’d have to make it work.
“Good luck in there.” Peggy said, turning to the girl who had been sassing Bucky and giving her a look and an assured nod.
There was just a smirk of confidence in response.
“What an arrogant fucking bastard!” You muttered to yourself as you hit the button to the elevator. In your arms is the multiple case files Peggy Carter your new boss had handed to you before you left the conference room.
It was day one at the new law firm, you had moved from up from Baltimore to the New York. On recommendation from your old boss to Peggy Carter’s firm. She had seen your work, and was thoroughly impressed with your track records assuring you she had just the place for you in her firm.
The way she spoke about James Buchanan Barnes, you were expecting a charming, friendly man. Not the grumpy, arrogant asshole that sat before you in that conference room.
How were you going to work with a man who wouldn’t even acknowledge your presence in a room. And he never bothered to introduce himself when Peggy said you were his new partner.
“Arrogant prick.” You muttered once more to yourself as you stepped into the elevator, moving to stand all the way at the back and lean on the mirrored wall of it. Closing your eyes and taking a deep breath. You needed a drink and it wasn’t even 11AM yet.
Just as the elevator doors were closing, a hand obstructed them from closing and a handsome blonde stepped in. You opened your eyes and looked him over. He wore a perfectly tailored suit, and had a dashing smile on his face. He was at least 6ft3.
“Hello.” He said in a deep voice, a wide smile on his handsome face.
“Hi.” You replied, unable to keep from smiling back.
“I haven’t seen you around before.” he said, “You new here?”
You nodded, “My first day.”
“Ahh well, welcome to Carter and Stark Attorneys” He said, “I’m Thor.” He offered his hand out in a handshake.
“Thor as is the mythical norse god of thunder Thor?” You couldn't help but laugh as you shook his large hand
Thor winced and scratched the back of his neck, sort of blushing. “Yes, don’t ask, my parents were weird.” He chuckled.
“I don’t judge.” You laughed, introducing yourself to him.
“So, how do you like it here so far?” Thor asked, reaching his hands out and taking the many files from your hands. You let him, as the sudden gesture surprised you.
“Well my first case and I think my partner already hates me.” You sighed, “He seems an ass though.”
Thor chuckled, as the elevator dinged on the floor you were heading to. Both of you stepped out and you turned to him. “Who's your partner?” Thor asked.
“It would be that asshead.” You sighed as your gaze spotted Bucky Barnes walking towards the elevator, looking at a case file in his hands. You hadn’t noticed how immaculately he was dressed in a dark navy suit, a crisp white shirt and a striped tie. When he wasn’t sitting opposite you looking like an arrogant ass. Bucky’s features were soft and ridiculously handsome.
Bucky looks up from the files in his hands as he reaches the elevator, his gaze sweeping over you for only a second before he turned to Thor. “What took you so long?” He snapped at Thor,
The tall blonde just shook his head and rolled his eyes, “Geez Barnes, relax. I’m here now, let’s go.”
Bucky shook his head in irritation and then began to walk away, Thor threw you a handsome smile “Nice meeting you” He said, handing you back your casefiles “Oh and good luck with…” He motioned a thumb towards Bucky whose back was turned towards the two of you. Then he followed Bucky into a nearby conference room.
You sighed, and looked around the office. Crisply decorated with, beige tones, glass desks, and green potted plants. It was gorgeous, you loved it but you still sighed.
This was your life now, you might as well strap the fuck in and tackle it head on. And oh boy were you in for a ride.
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Hard To Say [1]
Summary: A few months after you breakup with your boyfriend, he asks you for a favour. // fake dating au
Lance Tucker X Reader
Word Count: 1148
Warnings: mild angst
A/N: This is for @mydragulesebastian‘s 2.5K writing challenge!! Congratulations Sadie!! You’re awesome!! I’m sorry this is late!! (my prompt is ‘I do like champagne’, and will be featured in a later part)
Six Months Ago
“I can’t believe that we’re having this conversation again!” you shouted, throwing your hands up in the air. Lance slammed the door behind him, following you into the living room.
“I don’t know what the hell you’re freaking out so much about.” he placed his hands on his hips, staring at you incredulously.
“Lance! I’m done with your anger and your jealousy!! It’s embarrassing!” you sat on the couch and ran your hands down your face.
“Oh, I’m embarrassing now??”
“No! But that kind of behaviour is!! How many times has this happened already??”
“I don’t know why you’re making such a big deal out of this.” he rolled his eyes, flopping into the armchair behind him.
“You don’t know why?? Do you know how it feels to have somebody constantly watching over your every move? You wouldn’t even let me order my own drink!”
“The bartender was checking you out the moment you walked through the door!”
“I was a paying customer!! He had to look at me!!” you took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. “I.. I can’t keep doing this.”
“Keep doing what?” he leaned forward in his seat.
“Lance... You won’t let me be alone with my male friends. You refused to eat any of my birthday cake last year because it had a topless guy on it. You argued with me for half an hour the other night because I said the actor on screen was hot. I’m done. It’s wrong, and it’s not fair.”
“Babe, I know I can get a little jealous sometimes.. I’m just...” he sighed trailing off.
“It’s been three years of this. Lance, I’m not going to do this anymore. I told you the last time, that it would be the last time.”
“What are you saying?” his voice was quiet, and he looked to the floor.
“Lance,” you croaked out his name, “I love you, but it’s over.”
“You’re breaking up with me?” you almost took it back, seeing the tears in his eyes.
“I’m sorry.”
Present
“Your three o’clock’s here!” your assistant’s voice rang out through the intercom.
“Thanks Eleanor, send him in!” You heard your office door open and close. You greeted your client without looking up from your computer.
“Mister Turner, how are you?”
“Y’know, I’ve been better.” a chill ran up your spine at the sound of the voice.
“You’re not my three o’clock.” you looked up from your computer as he sat in the chair across the desk.
“No, I’m not.” he shrugged. The look in his eyes was unreadable.
“What are you doing here Tuck?” the nickname fell out before you could stop it.
“How are you?” you rolled your eyes.
“I’ve been better. Did you highjack this appointment or lie?”
“I lied. Knew you wouldn’t see me if you knew it was me.” he shrugged.
“Of course you did.” you sighed, leaning back in your chair. “Why are you here?”
“I need a favour.”
“You need a favour? The last time I saw you, you were calling me names as you packed your things into your car.”
“In my defence, you broke up with me and then kicked me out of our home.” his patronizing smile made you shift uncomfortably.
“Lance.” you glared.
“Okay,” he raised his hands in surrender. “Look, do you remember my brother?”
“Chad? Yeah.. He’s not super forgettable.” you rolled your eyes. Chad Tucker was your least favourite person.
“And do you remember that he was getting married?” you clicked on the calendar on your desktop. It was marked off, three days from now.
“Yes. Although I’m still shocked somebody agreed to marry him.”
“I know.. He’s.. Something else... Look I uhhh... I need you to come with me. To the wedding. This weekend.” he refused to let his eyes meet yours.
“What? Why?”
“Because you’re my girlfriend.” you stared at him blankly.
“Pardon?”
“At least that’s what my family thinks.” he was looking at the floor now.
“And why would they think that?”
“Because I never told them that we broke up.”
“And that never came up because??” you were in disbelief.
“The best part of me was you.” you threw your head back at his words, missing the sincerity in his eyes.
“Oh fuck off!” you waved your hand towards the door.
“Wait, wait wait!!” he stood up defensively, as you leaned to press the security button.
“What!” you growled.
“Look. You know what they’re like. The only thing my dad ever approved of in my life was you. It didn’t matter to him that I’m not successful, because I had you.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Please, Y/N. Please.” he had the same look in his eyes that he’d had six months before, and you felt your resolve break.
“Fine. You’ll explain yourself though. In detail. And at the end of the weekend, they’ll all know that we aren’t together anymore.”
“Thank you!!” he reached out to you, but you pushed your chair back.
“Just go.”
Friday evening had come sooner than you’d hoped. The rehearsal dinner would be tonight, the wedding tomorrow night, and on Sunday you’d have to suffer through a family brunch, before the happy couple would depart on their honeymoon.
Lance had handed you an itinerary before he’d slunk out of your office. He had completely turned your week upside down within five minutes. You’d canceled most of your appointments in an effort to clear your head.
You stood outside your office, waiting for Lance to pick you up. You thought it might be easier if he wasn’t within walking distance to the home you’d both shared together. His car pulled up at four pm on the dot. It was a two hour drive to get to the overly expensive bed and breakfast the wedding was being held at. Dinner would be at seven.
You watched as he climbed out, walking slowly towards you.
“Here, I’ll put your bag in the trunk.” his voice was quiet.
“Thanks Tuck.” you responded, seeing him nod before opening the trunk. You hopped into the passengers seat, taking a moment to breathe before he would slide in beside you. The car smelled like him, and your mind was clouded suddenly by sweet memories.
When the drive started, you noticed Lance had put on a playlist with all of your favourite songs. It played quietly as he drove, and it wasn’t long until you nodded off. You hadn’t noticed until you felt a gentle touch to your shoulder. Peaking your eyes open, you saw Lance, his fingertips grazing over your arm, just barely.
“Sorry to wake you,” he hummed, “but we’re here.” you groaned and stretched your limbs as best as you could from inside the car.
“Showtime I guess.” you stated, motioning towards his mother who had spotted you from where she was sitting outside.
“Let’s get the party started.”
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Series/Fic Rec List
A/N: Okay, I tried soooo hard to make up a list of my favourite fics and series but as I went on I found that I was basically using nearly every fic each person had written. Therefore, here's a list of my favourite blogs on Tumblr that write amazing fics.
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I don't want to give someone more attention because it's obvious that's what they want.
Instead I will say that writing is extremely hard. It's full of rewrites, making faces in a mirror to try and describe the visual, tons of research about things that don’t even make it into your fics and loads of questioning and self doubt.
But finally, FINALLY after endless nights you've created something to call your own, and it's wonderful when it's shared and appreciated because you know how much work you put into it.
So to all the writers out there thank you! Thank you for sleepless nights of pouring your soul into your work, thank you for your love and enthusiasm that comes through with every word.
To anyone just starting out please listen to this, if you write something readers will come! Someone will always appreciate what you've done! Tag other writers, ask for feedback but no matter what keep doing it! If you love writing don't let the amount of notes you get stop you, just write your own words.
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10 minute writing challenge
write anything for ten minutes non-stop
no editing whatsoever
tag 10 people
I was tagged by the lovely and talented rose @cobalt-one and i don’t usually post writing on here but she tagged this one so here we go. OMG I HATE ME.
“What’s wrong?”
You looked up from your position on the couch, your face half-planted in the cushion in distress. “Nothing,” came your muffled reply.
Poe Dameron would be the one to find you, of course. Of all people, the best pilot in the galaxy, someone so cool and collected that he never seemed to have an off night.
His expression made it clear that he didn’t believe you. He walked over to the couch and motioned for you to make room.
That required you to sit up, which you did with a sigh as he plopped down beside you.
“Now tell me, seriously. What’s wrong?” Poe’s brown eyes were warm and concerned, but you didn’t know how to word it without seeming...idiotic? Like a giant baby?
“I just get anxiety,” you said quickly, looking away to the floor, the cushion, your hands, anywhere but those brown eyes you loved so dearly. “Every time, the same time each week. I don’t know what’s wrong.”
“Is it a mission you have coming up, or...?”
You watched as his brows furrowed, as he struggled to understand, and your heart clenched in your chest. This man was everything - he tried so hard to do what was right, to help the galaxy and the Resistance and anyone who needed it.
There were far more important people to help than you, though.
“It passes,” you told him weakly, offering a forced smile. “I’ll be all right.”
“Well how about I just sit here with you, sweetheart, until it does?“ Poe scooted further back on the couch, wrapping a gentle arm around your shoulders as he drew you closer to him.
Sweetheart? Did he just call you...?
The tips of your ears heated as you suddenly felt anxious for a new reason. He was warm, and he smelled good (don’t they always), and he was trying so hard to help and not make things worse.
When he started humming, you knew you were a goner for the rest of your life.
“What’s that song?” you asked softly, finally relaxing a little in his embrace.
“It’s one my mother used to sing to me when I was a kid,” he explained, giving you a kind smile. “It used to help me, so I thought maybe it would help you.”
You didn’t say anything else, just listened to him hum the sweet tune for a few minutes.
When the song was over, he looked over at you, giving your arm a little squeeze. “Better?”
“Much, thank you.” You were sincere this time; it had been hours since you’d felt this relaxed. You even managed a real smile.
“Any time. I guess I’ll get going.” Poe slowly removed his arm from around your shoulders, and he was about to stand up when you reached your hand out to his arm to stop him.
He looked at you expectantly.
“Sorry, I-” Your heart raced as you struggled to find the words. “Would you stay?”
He raised a brow. “You want me to stay?”
“You don’t have to, I know you’re busy, and I’m sure your friends will be looking for you, but...yeah. I want you to stay.”
That earned you the brightest smile you’d ever seen Poe give anyone, even the general.
“I’ll stay as long as you need me, sweetheart.”
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okay I’m not sure anything made sense cuz no editing but cool cool cool no doubt I tag:
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Mountainside
AN: I wrote this Oneshot for @mydragulesebastian 2.5k writing challenge.
I hope I got the charakters right (this was the first time writing Bucky Barnes for me) :)
Pairings: Bucky x Reader
Words: around 2400
Warnings: none
When a trainings exercise was interrupted by a storm, (y/n) and Sgt Barnes had to find shelter in a little cave and sit it out.
Your feet and back were aching from the long walk up the mountain you had behind you, and the pain didn´t ease when you thought about the way ahead.
You were working for the AVENGERS for half a year now and it was obligatory for any member to participate in regular fitness tests.
And that was what you were doing now, scaling a 3000m high mountain without any technical help. Your only companion was Sergeant James Buchanan Barns, also known as `The Winter Soldier´ or Bucky (for his friends).
The test was scheduled and planned in a way, anybody would be prepared should a mission lead them in this kind of terrain.
But unlucky for you, the others had finished this exercise a few weeks ago and only Barnes was left, what caused the Captain to give you a harder route then you thought necessary.
You can´t remember to have ever seen or heard of a supermarket (or mall) located on the top of a mountain, without a street to connect it with the civilisation.
That´s right, you weren´t working for the AVENGERS as another superhero, but as a caretaker that cooked, baked, did the grocery shopping and sometimes even washed their clothes (should they ask nicely and have a good reason to not be able to that on their own).
So, you weren´t quite sure why you had to do that.
It wasn´t that you were totally unfit, you loved to go on little hikes (but that means you choose easy tracks and weren´t doing them with a supersoldier that seemed to fly up the mountain).
“Come on Ms (y/n). I am already going the slowest pace possible.” He groaned annoyed.
“Not everyone can be a supersoldier Mr. Barnes.” You answered just as annoyed as he was back.
You didn´t know why, but he always called to Ms (y/n), so it was only right for you to call him Mr Barnes or Sergeant Barnes. You were kind of his employee. (Well his and the others, but those had started to call you only by your first name or nicknames quick. And so did you).
“What am I doing here? It´s not like I am going in the field to hunt bad guys, you know. I just take care of some things at the compound.” She asked with a grown for the twentieth time that day.
“It´s obligatory. I want to do this as much as you do Miss.” Was his only answer, and you nearly ran into him, when he suddenly stopped just two hundred meters later.
The both of you had just turned around a corner, when (y/ec) eyes felt onto a dark wall of black storm clouds, resulting in a string of course words leaving your mouths.
“Is that a raincloud?Is that a MOTHERFUCKING raincloud?! I swear, I will kill Stark as soon as we get back- no better: I will change his coffee against something else and hide his alcohol- `Its nice weather. Don´t worry satellites say it won´t change in the next week or so. Just enjoy the view. ´- my ass!”
“You and me both. Hurry up, I can see a cave entrance in the distance that will provide shelter and grab dry wood or moss on the way -if possible- so we can make a fire.” The Soldier ordered and motioned towards a darker spot in the mountain.
And you did as told. You were able to grab a bit of dry moss and some small branches. But never did you slow your step, you didn’t want to get wet. But luck wasn´t on your side, and only ten meters away from the safety of the cave, rain poured down in a force, you were drenched to the bone when you reached your companion, who had reached the cave just in time.
Handing over your gatherings, you stepped pass him and put your backpack down.
The wet clothes stuck to your skin and the cold wind coming through the entrance made you shiver.
Nice, now I will get sick.
“I will see if I can get a fire going and maybe close the entrance a bit. In the meantime, get out of the wet clothes and get into something dry. I assume you packed a change?”
Not caring if the male would see you in your underwear, you quickly got rid of the wet clothes (You changed your panties after you had pulled the extra large shirt above your head), of course you had forgotten to pack a second bra, and not three minutes later you were all changed. Except for the pullover you had packed just in case (and he would get in handy now). But it had become wet through a little hole in the backpack and you would have to wait for it to get dry.
During the whole procedure, the soldier had his back turned towards you to give you privacy.
“Dry clothes are the best.” You said, indicating it was safe for him to turn around again.
Looking around, you noticed that the cave was only a few meters in diameter and a bit longer than wide, but the Sergeant was able to stand in it.
“I have some rope we can span, to hang your wet clothes near the fire to dry. I was able to close the entrance a bit, it will secure us from the cold winds a bit.”
In the short time you had used to change, Sgt Barnes had been able to get the fire starting and was now looking through his back for the radio they had just in case.
He´s right, the wind isn´t as strong at it once was. Hopefully the others are able to get us, or the storm passes fast.
The fire got stronger every second and soon she felt the cave to get warmer.
“Base, this is Barnes. (y/n) and I are stuck in a cave because of a storm outside. We will sit it out, but Stark: prepare for a not so nice greeting when we get back. ´ the weather will stay good for a few days´ ,my ass.” The man growled into the radio, informing the others on their problem.
“Yeah about that. The storm will last for at least three more days and we are on a surprise mission right now. So we can´t come and get you. I fear you have to wait that long. See it as some team- building exercise – and don´t do anything I wouldn´t do. “ Her boss answered with a laugh and the radio went silent again.
Somehow you had the feeling he did that on purpose.
“Tell me he´s kidding.” You groaned, but the angry look your companion sends you, it was clear he wasn´t.
“Give me your back, we have to sort our provisions and anything else we might be able to use.”
You did as told and scooted further to the fire, you draped your wet pullover over your knees, in the hope it gets dry quicker.
While you were still cursing your boss mentally, your companion had finished with sorting.
“We have some granola bars, some fruit from your bag and two packs of EPA. We should be able to sit this out.”
When he saw your confused look, he sighted.
“EPA is the German equivalent to the American MRE. They are emergency rations for soldiers. I brought them with me after our last mission in Germany. They taste different and a bit better than the MREs. I always have a pack with me, just in case.”
“Oh. I see.”
For the next minutes the two of you sat there in silence, staring into the fire.
It could only happen to you, stranded in a cave on top of a mountain with the only person on the compound that doesn´t seem to like you much. But he doesn´t treat you different to the others, so why does he call you ´Miss´ all the time? Well just one way to find out.
“Mr Barnes?”
“Yes, Miss (Y/N)?”
“Why do you always call me ´Miss`?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, the others started to call me, just (y/n) or gave me nicknames quite fast. But you didn´t. Not that I complain I am just wondering.” You had gotten more and more silent with every word and you felt uneasiness start to rise, what if you crossed a line- you must stay here with him for some days.
“You are calling me Mr. and Sergeant the whole time. It´s just polite to do that as well. At least it was in the forties.” He answered, with uncertainty (?) in his voice.
Hold on.
“So you are calling me Miss the whole time because I call you Mr and Sergeant?” she let out a short laugh. “Well, I do that- because technically I am your employee, as well as the others, so it is my duty to address you like that. You understand? The others told me to call them by their first names or nicknames, so I told them to do that as well. But you never did, so I didn´t either. Wasn´t my decision.” You explained.
The look on your companion’s face was priceless, he looked like a fish out of the water for some seconds while he went through every conversation you ever had.
“That´s the only reason?”
“Yeah. What else could it be. Sure it was strange because I would probably count you to my list of friends, but like I said, wasn´t my place to just start calling you Bucky or something else.”
“Not even when you were talking to the others about me?”
“Nope. Always Sergeant or Mr. What can I do, I was raised that way.” You shrugged.
“Well then. Miss (y/n) you can call me Bucky if you want.”
“Then it is (y/n) or whatever nickname you find for me- But no promises I will listen to any nickname you give me.” You faked an introduction and laughed about the whole stupidity of the situation.
You tried to suppress the forth yawn in under a minute, when Bucky cleared his throat.
“You should find some rest, I will watch the fire and for any wildlife that could find shelter in this cave.”
“I can´t. It´s cold, even with my pullover now dry. I won´t be able to fall asleep.” You mumbled.
“Why didn´t you tell me you are cold? Come here.” He motioned for you to sit next to him.
“I have a spare on my own, you can wear it as well. No arguments.” He handed you one of the big pullover he wore sometimes around the compound and sent you a look that said `put it on yourself I will do it for you.´.
“Thank you, Bucky.”
It nearly reached your knees.
“By the way. Why are you always wearing shirts and pullovers that are at least two sizes too big for you?”
“Hydra always put me in this skin-tight outfits. Don´t get me wrong, in a battle it is easier to move in. But in my free time, I don´t want to be reminded about my past. And they are comfortable as hell.”
The last part was said with a grin.
“Good point. It is comfy.”
You sat right next to him and the warmth radiating from him spent you even more warmth and wasn´t it for the cold floor, you would have fallen asleep by this time.
“You are still cold. Come here.”
And without another thought he had seated you on his lab and laid his metal arm securing you, without saying a word.
Immediately you fell asleep, ignoring the unusual seating arrangement.
You were awoken, when the soldier shifted and tensed. Opening your eyes, your sight felt onto the 9mm pistol aimed at the cave entrance.
The grab of his metalarm got stronger, ready to throw you out of harms way.
But before you could get off his lap, so he would be able to fight, a figure stepped inside.
“Look what we have here. Shall we come back later?”
“Stark!” Both of you growled in union, resulting in the billionaire to laugh uncontrollably.
He was shut up by a hit on the back on his neck by Captain America. (who couldn´t supress a smile on his own).
“Ow. What. Yeah, sorry. Come on lovelies. Taxi is waiting.”
You a quickly grabbed your things and walked out of the cave. The quintjet was parked straight against the moment, so they wouldn’t get wet on their way. You `accidently´ ran into Ironman and got straight into a seat. Bucky did the same, though you were sure his bump hurt more.
When the aircraft was flying back to the compound a thought crossed your mind.
“Why are you here? Stark said you were on a mission. How can you be here than?”
“We weren’t. He told us this morning what was going on. So here we are.” Captain America explained with a glare.
“What. At least I got them to speak with each other. No one of you were able to do so.” The accused said.
“You did this on purpose?” Bucky growled.
“Yeah. It worked didn´t it. She is even wearing his pullover and was sitting on his lap when we arrived. Come on guys.”
“It wasn´t your business.”
“Oh come on.”
“I was drenched to the bone because of the damn storm.”
“Stop crying. What do you want to do about that now?”
A sinister smile creeped onto your lips.
“F.R.I.D.A.Y.! Start protocol ASSHOLE.”
“Don´t.” Stark tried to intervene, but failed.
“I am sorry boss. But Miss Potts gave the order to follow the protocol should Miss (y/n) feel the need to start it. The alcohol is locked away and the monthly order of coffee-beans reserved for Mr. Stark was annihilated unto further notice. Only those on the list will be able to work the machines. I informed Miss Potts about the situation, and I quote: ´you had it coming, Tony.´ ”
“You can´t do that. I am your boss. I demand to end this right now. Please” The last word was more of a whine than anything else.
“We warned you. Protocol ASSHOLE or I will get revenge for that stunt.” Bucky growled with his typical winter soldier glare, the metal plates of his prostetic moved to underline the threat.
“Your choice boss.” You grinned.
With the look of a kicked puppy on his face. Tony Stark took a seat, sulking.
He had just created a team he couldn’t win against. Not with Pepper Potts on your side.
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♫♪♫You Are My Sunshine♪♫♪
Summary: James Buchanan Barnes loved his best girls, Y/N and 8 year old Cassidy Brielle. After an especially grueling mission, Bucky retreated into his head. Cassidy decided to write letters to her daddy!!
Word Count: 1,382
Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader OFC: Cassidy Brielle Barnes, Steve, Tony, Nat, Wanda, Thor, Scott, Rhodey, Clint
Warning: Mentions of blood, angst sprinkled with a healthy dose of fluff!
A/N: Thank you to my beta extraordinaire, @rebelslicious!! Please enjoy reading and as always, feedback is always appreciated.
Deep in the French Alps, a HYDRA base pinged on SHIELD’S radar. Vasily Karpov’s son, Nestor, wrangled agents and guinea pigs to do his bidding. He resurrected the Super Soldier program, using men and women with nowhere to go. Nestor told his prey life would be better with him.
During the briefing, Steve and Tony admonished Bucky to sit this mission out. “Buck, you know what could happen. Why don’cha-” Ever determined, Bucky reminded his childhood friend his expertise with other super soldiers. “I ain’t sitting this out, Stevie.” Tony added, “Yeah Ice Pop. What if you’re triggered?” Snapping, Bucky replied “You know damn well those words are out of my head..” Tony retorted, “That doesn’t stop your fucking nightmares.”
Slamming his hands on the cherrywood table, Bucky ranted, “LOOK, I’M GOING ON THIS DAMN MISSION. I NEED TO GO!!!” Everyone turned their gaze towards the door. Shaking her head, Nat’s apprehension became warranted. “He’s not ready to face Karpov again. Not to mention other super soldiers.”
Steve noticed the light from Tony’s eyes dimmed. Pulling him into an embrace, Steve reminded him Bucky was a stubborn man. “Babe, he’s not gonna give up. I hope he’s okay out there.” “Me too.”
As Bucky packed his “go” bag, Y/N sat quietly on their king size bed. “Lemme, guess. You don’t want me to go?” Picking at the hem of her pajama shirt, Y/N tearfully expressed her feelings about the mission. “James, I NEVER want you to leave us.”
Crouching in front of her, Bucky vowed to take at least 2 months off when he got back. “Doll, this is the last one. After that, we’ll take a family trip to Hawaii. How does that sound? Y/N threw her arms around Bucky’s neck. “I’d love it, James.” She embraced him tightly.
“M’gonna let Cassidy know I’m leaving.” Y/N nodded. Sitting on her blue duvet, Cassidy played on her iPad. Staring at her daddy’s “go” bag, Cass gave him the once-over. Closing her electronic, “Are you going on another mission daddy?” Bucky hugged her. “I’ll be back in a few days. Then, m’gonna take 2 months off and we’re going to Hawaii!!”
Excited, Cass jumped into Bucky’s arms.“Really daddy? I can’t wait!! While you’re gone, I’ll write you everyday.” “Good, I’ll have something good to read when I get back. Take care of your momma. Love ya Cass.” “Okay. I love you too, daddy.”
Bucky boarded the quinjet with the rest of the team. He knew this would be difficult. The other super soldiers were genetically modified and would be difficult to take down. The entire ride, Bucky sat by himself staring at a picture of Y/N and Cassidy. He whispered, “M’gonna kill’em once and for all.”
Upon arrival, the Avengers were met with a hail of gunfire. Returning fire, Nat and Wanda partnered with Bucky. Team 2 consisted of Thor, Steve, Scott. Tony Rhodey and Sam who provided air support, Clint was perched high in a tree catching the guards off guard. Bruce waited on standby in the quinjet.
Bucky went ahead of Nat and Wanda, scoping out the hallway. A super soldier caught Bucky off guard, slamming him through a wall. Regaining his balance, the battle ensued. Strength against determination. Bucky’s entire demeanor changed. The Winter Soldier joined the party..
Racing towards the computer, Nat pulled out a USB flash drive, uploading vital information. Wanda battled another soldier, using her powers. Steve and Thor took on two super soldiers. It proved difficult taking them down.
Nat gathered the necessary information, joining Wanda in the fray. Rounding the corner, Bucky heard a sinister snicker. “Well, what do we have here? The Winter Puppet.” “Karpov, m’gonna kill’ya just like daddy.”
Clicking his tongue, Nestor taunted Bucky. “Рщцэы нщгк афьшдн,” (How’s your family?) “Црфеэы ше ещ нф,” (What’s it to ya?)
“Your daughter’s really pretty, no?” Bucky stepped closer to Nestor. “If you so much as sneeze in my direction, your wife and daughter are DEAD!!” “What did you do Karpov?” “You butchered my father; I’m simply returning the favor!!!”
The only thing on his mind were Y/N and Cassidy. In one fell swoop, Bucky lunged at Karpov, using his vibranium arm. “YOU SON-OF-A-BITCH!!! NO ONE MESSES WITH MY FAMILY!!!”
“Buck, do ya really wanna go down his road?” Growling, the pissed super soldiers’ grip tightened. Before anyone could get to Bucky, he’d squeezed Karpov’s throat so hard, one of his eyes popped out. Then, he proceeded to stomp him. Thor, Steve, and Tony restrained Bucky.
“He’s dead pal. He’s dead. Nothing more ya can do to ‘em.” Snatching away from their grip, Bucky pushed through them, heading back to the quinjet.
Cassidy’s Letters:
February 2, 2018
Dear Daddy,
Mommy and me are fine. She cries a lot though. Guess what? Got my report card. I made A’s and B’s!! Momma took me for burgers and ice cream. I hope you’re o.k. Well, I’ll write tomorrow. Love you, Cass.
February 3, 2018
Hi Daddy,
How are you? Okay I gotta tell you something. Ronald McNally pulled my hair at lunch. I sorta hurt him. Auntie Nat taught me a move to keep him off me. He’s mean. Momma came to the Principal’s Office. He’s got a black eye. I’ll bet he won’t mess with me again!! I gotta go. I’m on punishment till you get back. Kisses, Cassie.
February 4, 2018
Daddy, I’m bored. Momma’s still cries sometimes. She misses you so much, me too. Hope you’re home soon. Cassie.
February 5, 2018
I know you’re home, but can’t come home yet. Momma says those mean HYDRA men did something bad to you. I can’t come see you. Please get well soon. Uncle Steve and Aunt Nat tried to tell me what happening to you. Maybe I can sneak down and visit. I don’t care what those bullies say. You’re James Buchanan Barnes, my super hero daddy. See you real soon. Your best girl, Cassidy Brielle Barnes.
After the encounter with Karpov, Bucky was emotionally detached from everyone. Steve recommended time in a holding cell. His nightmares returned with a vengeance. So, instead of risking his family’s safety, he moved to a holding cell. During his time there, Bucky slipped deeper and deeper into his head.
Y/N visited her husband everyday. He scooted back to the wall, staring into oblivion. Cass had an idea about visiting her daddy, but she’d have to disobey everyone who told her to stay away.
She stealthily glided to the elevator, pushing the medical ward button. Exiting, Cass found her daddy’s holding cell.
Bucky didn’t acknowledge her presence. “Hi daddy. It’s me, Cassie. Guess you already knew that.” Stepping to the intercom, Cassidy whispered, “Do you ‘member when I had a nightmare? You sang to me. So, I’m gonna do it for you.
♫♪♫You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.
You make me happy when skies are gray.
You’ll never know dear, how much I love you,
Please don’t take my sunshine away♪♫♪
Tears rolled down Bucky and Cassidy’s faces. She blew him a kiss. As Cassie walked away, for the first time in 3 days, Bucky spoke. “Cass, I love ya.” “Love you too, daddy.”
Standing in the door, Y/N, Tony, Steve, Nat and Wanda watched as Cass broke the spell Bucky was under. ‘C’mere baby girl.” Tony punched in the code and Cassie sprinted to Bucky’s outstretched arms.. Y/N joined her husband and daughter.
Afterwards Bucky agreed to rigorous therapy, one-on-one and with his family. He took time off. He, Y/N and Cassidy travelled to Maui for 3 weeks of sun, fun, and togetherness. While there, she and Bucky conceived baby #2!!
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10/24/17: Hey guys! I feel absolutely terrible. I know that I’ve been MIA for a while but I have been having a lot of trouble lately...with life. I had to fail a student for not showing up for a show and she started spreading terrible lies about me to the staff at my school which started this whole war between who was right and who was wrong. So, yeah I was fighting that for a long time, and I’ve also been battling my computer which I have respectfully named Satan because he hates me and most of the time doesn’t work. So yeah that also makes getting on Tumblr difficult. So yeah, life sucks and blah blah blah. Anyway, hope you guys enjoy this!
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Dean x Reader
Never Really Moved On by @stopbeingidjits - After months without Dean by your side, you had a nightmare where he was killed. Out of fear, you called him. (Loosely based off of Hinder’s Lips of an Angel)
Death Points by @georgialouisea - Written for @imaginesforthose-wholovefandoms ‘ Halloween movie night challenge, I got the film Scream
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Giving Away by @meganlpie - “MEG!! I need some Crowley fluff! So, I was hoping to request some fluffy Dad!Crowley? Like, Crowley giving his daughter(the reader) away to Sam on their wedding day?? Please oh please??? Maybe with some Rowena in there too?? Idc if it ignores all canon!!”
Lost and Found by @crispychrissy - Waking up in a field with no memory, your path crosses with two strange brothers who promise they can help.
The Great Mucus Miracle by @mrspadalackles - “I wrote this for @impala-dreamer who is sick at the moment. I hope that you feel better, and I also hope it was worth the wait after I teased you a little”
Our Small Peanut by @mery-magizoologist - No summary, fluffy dad!sam fic.
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The Magic of Halloween by @talesmaniac89 - The reader tries to show Cas what Halloween is when the angel is confused about the holiday.
Mistaken Love by @cass-trash - “Do you think you could possibly do a fic where Sammy and Reader are super affectionate and Cas and Dean think they’re together, but Cas and Reader have huge crushes on each other (only reader is actually mostly capable of hiding hers coz we all know Cas can’t) and Dean mentions it and they’re (Sam and Reader) really confused, and Cas fluff ensues??? Please and thanks for hopefully not being mad at me for wasting your time 💜💜💜”
Crowley x Reader
Leverage? I Think Not by @sunskittlex - Crowley needs to find something to hold against the Winchesters as revenge, but his hunt is stopped short.
The Beauty of Sight by @buckyscrystalqueen - No summary, super cute and fluffy blind!reader fic
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My Best Friend’s Sister (Series-Ongoing) by @luci-in-trenchcoats - When the reader moves up to Vancouver for her new writing job, she never realized who her neighbor would end up being…or how it might affect another relationship in her life…
Baby Names by @thewondersofsmut - A cute story about Jensen and the Reader’s first child
Jared x Reader
Sorry no Jared x Reader this week, check back next week. And if you write any Jared x Reader or write reader insert in any of the categories on my rec list, feel free to send them my way. I will recommend whatever I get the time to read. Tag me or send me a link here
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Bad Days by @official-boyking - It was one of those days Misha wasn’t having it. During his panel, you can tell he was feeling overwhelmed, so you decide to help him out…
Together by @totallysupernaturaloneshots - The reader tells Misha some good news, but that good news is soon taken away.
Bucky x Reader
Gala by @avengers-fics - You are a new avenger and have to go to the upcoming gala with the team, luckily your partner for the night is quite the charmer.
On A Quest by @sgtjbuccky - Y/N goes on a quest in order to free Bucky.
Sebastian Stan x Reader
A Nasty Tumble by @giftofdreams - Sebastian and Y/N has had a hectic week with moving in together and sometimes that could result in a tumble.
A Walk Through Central Park by @mydragulesebastian - Fall walks through Central Park with anyone.
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The Tucker-White Twins: Part 8
Fandom: The Sebastian Stan Fandom
Pairing: Lance Tucker x Reader, Dayton White x Reader
Summary: After a domestic dispute, Aileen Tucker and Richard White decided to separate taking one twin with them. Lance went with Aileen and Dayton went with Richard. Both raised how their parent wanted them to be: a successful gymnast and a famous NASCAR driver.
Warning: smut and a surprise
A/N: Also, I think this is absolute crap. I’ve been stuck on writing this chapter, but I know you guys are waiting for more. So yeah. Sorry.
The Tucker-White Twins Masterlist
Two months had gone by since you’ve established a relationship with the Tucker-White twins. It was rough at first. Either one would get jealous of the other when it came to spending time with you. As a resolution, you decided to make a schedule, yes, a schedule because your boyfriends were childish.
Monday and Wednesday was Lance’s days. Tuesday and Thursday was Dayton’s days. The weekends were days where the three of you spent time together.
For you, it was two months of agony. You wanted the twins. So, so soooo bad. But damn them and their considerate asses! They wanted to take you out more and have you get to know them more before they take you to bed. Honestly, you were done waiting and really sexually frustrated.
So once Saturday came, you said you had a surprise for the twins. You invited them to your place and they sat on the couch talking with each other, well, more like arguing. They were arguing over whether race car driving was a sport or not. Too busy in their pointless argument that they didn’t realize you were standing in front of them in a silk floral robe and black high heels.
You cleared your throat loud enough for them to hear. They stopped and looked at your direction. Without a word, you untied the robe and dropped it to the floor. The boys’ jaws dropped as they took in the sight before them. You wore a maroon lace halter top with matching panties.
Lance gulped, “Oh shit.”
You smirked and slowly made your way to them adding an extra sway to your hips, “I’m tired of waiting for you boys. I want you. Now.”
It was Dayton’s turn to gulp, “Well fuck me,” he muttered.
You giggled, “That’s the plan, baby.” You gave him a wink causing him to groan. You tapped your chin in contemplation, “Now, which one should I fuck while I blow the other?” The twins groaned at the thought. You decided you’d fuck Dayton and blow Lance.
You worked fast with getting Dayton’s jeans off. He helped, of course, obviously eager to feel you. You palmed him through his boxers and he groaned, “Baby, you’re killin’ me here.”
You giggled and turned around. You slipped your panties down giving the boys a full view of your ass, “Well fuck me!” Lance exclaimed.
You turned around smirking, “Soon, baby boy.” You gave him a wink and straddled Dayton’s lap. You hovered over him, your lips softly grazing against his, “Touch me, Dayton.” you said in a sultry tone.
Dayton’s hands went to your hips and slid up your body to then cup your breasts. He pinched your nipples through the thin fabric. You turned your head to your right to see Lance watching you. You looked down to see him slowly stroking his cock. You nodded him over and he excitedly stood up and discarded his pants.
He stood on the couch, his cock, as well as the famous gold medal tattoo he loved to brag about, met you at eye level. You felt Dayton kiss your neck as his fingers began to work at your pussy.
“Fuck. She’s soaked, Lance.”
Lance took your chin and made you look up at him, “That right, baby? You get wet thinking about fucking us?” You nodded and he smirked, “Open wide, princess. You’re about to get a taste of some gold.”
You heard Dayton chuckle and mumble, “Idiot,” into your skin. Lance was too busy enjoying your mouth on him. His head hung back and his jaw slack.
Dayton kissed up your neck and began to nibble on your ear, “Can I fuck you now, baby?” You nodded, Lance’s dick still in your mouth, and you felt Dayton’s hands push you down onto his dick.
You moaned and the vibrations caused Lance to hiss, “Shit.”
You and Dayton worked on a rhythm together. You bounced up and down his cock hard. His hands gripped your hips tight. You continued to bob your head up and down Lance’s length. You seemed to be going too slow for Lance’s liking, so he decided to take charge.
He wove his hands into your hair and began making you go faster. You had no objection to this ‘cause, fuck, was it hot that Lance was taking control.
“Yeah, baby. Just like that. Taking the gold so well.”
Dayton couldn’t help but chuckle, “You’re a goddamn idiot, you know that?” He asked while still fucking you.
“Shut up, Dayton. Princess isn’t even moaning anymore. You sure you’re doin’ that right?”
“You’re gagging her with your dick. Of course she can’t moan! You’re choking her for fuck’s sake!”
You rolled your eyes and pushed Lance’s hands off you. You slid your mouth off his dick, “Are you two really arguing while fucking me?”
“Sorry,” the boys said in unison.
You were ready to start again, but then “Part of Your World” from the Little Mermaid started playing from Lance’s phone. Lance’s eyes widened and he hopped off the couch and dug through his pants for his phone.
“Sorry, gotta take this.” He quickly slipped on his underwear and went into the kitchen.
You looked at Dayton curiously, “Who’s that?”
“Probably Emmy,” Dayton mumbled as he began to kiss up your neck again.
“Emmy?”
“Sorry. Emily. I call her Emmy. Lance’s kid, remember?”
You stopped Dayton, “Lance has a kid?”
Realization struck Dayton. His eyes widened, “Shit. He didn’t tell you.” It wasn’t a question, but a statement.
You got off Dayton, “I need a moment.” You quickly picked up your panties and slid them on. Then you grabbed the robe and rushed upstairs to your bedroom. As soon as you shut the door and locked it, you slid down. Lance has a daughter? Why didn’t he tell you?
“I know. I miss you too, sweetheart. I’ll visit soon. I want you to meet someone. I love you, Em. Give Mr. Bear a hug for me okay? I love you so much. Bye.” Lance ended the call. He never missed a call from his daughter. Not one. After the whole Maggie incident, Lance thought his life was over. But it wasn’t. His fuck up was actually a blessing in disguise. He loved Emily so much.
He knew he should’ve told you about her earlier, but he didn’t know how. But that was for another time. Right now, he needed you.
He turned around to see Dayton standing in the doorway, “Give Emmy my love?”
Lance was confused, “Where’s Y/N?”
“She locked herself in her room.”
“Why?”
Dayton hesitated. He sighed and ran his hand through his hair, “I told her about Emmy.”
Part 9
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