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[impala-dreamer]

Another War

A Story From The MCU (Falcon and The Winter Soldier)

~Sam and Bucky are continuously bickering... even in the bedroom.~

Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes, F!Reader

1,732 Words

Warnings: NSFW. Comedy and Smuts. 

A/N: I didn't "pair them up" for a reason, but there's no Sam/Bucky action... don't worry. You'll see...

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It wasn’t an uncommon thing to bear witness to- the bickering. Sam and Bucky were constantly at each other’s throats arguing about just about everything. Not a moment would pass where one man wasn’t side-eyeing the other and or dramatically huffing. It was generally amusing, but at that moment, it was incredibly frustrating.

They stood, naked and quarreling at the foot of the bed, repeatedly gesturing towards you even as they paid you no regard.

With ankles and wrists tied to the bed with silken ropes, a white sash wrapped around your head and locked between your lips, you were at their mercy. Naked and whimpering, you had no choice but to wait and see what their plan was.

“All I’m sayin’ is that we can’t both be down there at the same time.”

Bucky scoffed at Sam’s words. “You kidding me? Of course we can. She has two holes.”

Sam pursed his lips. “I ain’t gonna be in a position where my dick touches your dick. Even by accident, even a little bit. Therefore, double time is out.”

The thought of both of them down south at once made you shiver and leak. You could feel a stream of wetness slick down your crack and into the sheets. It probably wasn’t possible to take both of them at once- your ass was untrained, your cunt too tight, but the idea was lovely. Eyes gliding down their firm bodies, you gazed at their cocks, only half hard but long and thick. Imagining them both at once, practically splitting you open was enough to make you moan.

Bucky shot a look at you and his lips curled in a tiny smirk. “Be right with you, doll,” he assured, adding a wink for good measure.

Arousal burned in your belly and you jerked your hips. Blue eyes widened slightly and Bucky licked his lips.

“She’s waiting,” he said, turning back to Sam.

“Yeah, well, so am I.” Sam rubbed a hand down his face and scratched at his jaw. “You know what? Screw this. I’m going in.”

Grabbing his cock, Sam turned to the bed and only managed to get one knee on the mattress before he was stopped by a metal grip that nearly knocked him back into the far wall.

“Not so fast!” Bucky warned, eyes narrowed and silver digits tensing on Sam’s upper arm. “We’re not finished here.”

Sam rolled his eyes and huffed. “And we never will be if you don’t step off and let me get in there.”

It was hard not to laugh at their ridiculous argument, but harder still not to whine with desperation. You gnawed at the sash in your mouth and pushed it with your tongue in a pathetic attempt to loosen it and speak.

Sam had tied it well.

Bucky growled and released his hold on Sam.

“Who put you in charge of positions anyway?”

Dark eyes stared on with annoyance. “I did. You can’t make a damned decision to save your life.”

Bucky balked. “Fuck you, I can decide things. I’ve been deciding things since before your grandfather was born!”

“Here we go again, the old man talk.” Sam tossed his hands up and sighed. “You always gotta bring up that shit like it matters.”

“It does matter.” Bucky took a step towards the bed, essentially blocking Sam from getting to you. “Now, respect your elders and back up. That pussy is mine.”

Every muscle in your body clenched and your sensitive flesh darkened with heightened arousal.

Sam skirted around him and set his knee on the bed once more. “Don’t think so, Grandpa. She wants a young, virile man, not some Baby Boomer.”

“Virile?”

“You heard me.”

Bucky sneered and pushed Sam back again. “And excuse me, I’m no Baby Boomer. We were called the Greatest Generation for a reason.”

Sam chuckled. “Were. As in past tense.” Fearlessly, he grabbed Bucky’s metal arm and shoved him back away from the bed. “Make room for the future.”

More than annoyed, Bucky whipped his arm away and sucked his teeth, his jaw clenching. “I’m gonna kick your ass later, just be prepared.”

“Yeah, yeah…” Sam set his eyes on your cunt and puckered his wet lips, honing in on his target. “You can try.”

“I will.”

“Sure.”

“I hate you so much.”

“Feeling’s mutual.”

Almost at the end of your patience, you tried to break up the fight, but your words came on in an unintelligible mumble. You strained against the ropes, twisted your hips, groaned as loud as you could.

The men got your point and relented. They both took a deep breath and stood back up, turning once more towards each other to end the debate and get over their bickering.

A wave of relief washed over you and you set your eyes upon their cocks once more. Your mouth watered around the sash and drool spilled down your chin. You needed them badly, no matter who went where.

Sam spoke first, his arms crossed over his smooth, puffed out chest, taking charge again. “How about we spit roast her? Will that make you happy?”

Confused, Bucky squinted down at him. “What?”

“Spit roast,” he repeated.

Bucky laughed. “That’s not a thing, you made that up.”

Sam exhaled hard through his nose. “That absolutely is a thing.”

“No it’s not. You’re just fucking with me.”

“While I do enjoy fucking with you, this time I’m not. It’s a thing.”

Bucky hummed and looked over at you, trying to imagine what Sam was talking about.

“It’s when we go at her from both ends,” Sam explained calmly. “Like… putting a chicken on a spit and… well, roasting it.”

“So… I go-” Bucky gestured to your pussy, then your face. “And you go-”

“Yeah. Technically. Except I’m going there-” Sam pointed at your cunt. “And you go up there.”

Bucky shook his head. “Why do you get to go there? Why can’t I go there?”

“Because someone’s gotta go there and the other has to go up there or the whole thing doesn’t work!”

Sensing the utter decline of your evening, you yelled again and thrashed about until they stopped and stared at you.

Bucky cocked a brow. “Why don’t we just ask Y/N what she wants?”

It was as if the idea had occurred to neither of them, and Sam made a little noise of interest.

“Huh. Good idea.”

Back on the mattress, he crawled up to the headboard and gently pulled the sash from your mouth. Finally free, you smacked your dry lips together and swallowed.

“Thank you!” Flipping your head to glare at them both in turn, you let them have it. “You two are the dumbest fuckers I’ve ever met. You’re literally fighting over the stupidest thing right now. Who goes where, who does what… You’re both gonna get some so who cares! And, you’ve both already been both places so you know they’re both good- so shut the fuck up and somebody fuck me before I dry up faster than Arizona in a drought!”

At your feet, Bucky struggled not to laugh, but Sam let it go, nearly bursting out at your frustration.

“Oh my god! Now you’re laughing at me?”

Sam covered his mouth, unable to stop. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I can’t.”

Watching Sam lose it, Bucky broke as well. He turned his back but you could see his shoulders shaking with each laugh.

“You two suck,” you sighed. “So much.”

Sam softened and leaned close, his breath wisping over your collarbone. “Oh, don’t be like that. You know you love it.”

Your pulse quickened. “Nope. I hate you both.”

Bucky looked over his shoulder at you; blue eyes bright and mesmerizing. “Come on, sweetheart. No need to lie.”

The shiver was back and you squirmed, rolling your hips as Bucky flipped over onto his hands and knees. He was like a tiger and your lips were his prey.

With your eyes locked on Bucky, Sam snuck his hand down your side and scraped his blunt nails across your lower belly.

“Oh god…”

Bucky reached his goal and dropped down to lick deep into your mouth, spreading your lips with his forceful kiss. You moaned into his mouth, felt your eyes close tight as the heat spread quickly through your system.

When Sam’s fingers dipped between your open legs, you choked back a scream as the flood returned. He gathered up the slick and coated your clit with it before turning mind numbing circles right above it.

“Not dry now,” he teased.

Bucky pulled back and stared down into the very center of you. “She never is…”

Sam sat up a bit. “Well, sometimes she is. She don’t walk around soaking her panties all day.”

“She does when I’m around.”

“You know what- I’m gonna smack the hell out of you if you-”

“Enough!”

Your roar shut them both up and they looked down in awe and apology.

“I swear to god, this is the last time I let you two into my bed at the same time. I can’t take it anymore.” A deep breath calmed you slightly, but it was just too much. “Now, untie me and let’s get this thing over with. Bucky, you’re up here, Sam, you go downtown. OK? Good. Let’s go.”

In agreement and in tandem, they both set to releasing you from the ropes. Bucky gently untied your ankles while Sam leaned over you to let your arms free.

“See? Told you she wanted me down there,” Sam whispered under his breath while scooting down to the foot of the bed.

Bucky leered and shook his head. “You’re such an ass.”

Sam sat straight up and raised a finger, ready to lash out at Bucky again, reup the argument.

Before they could get back at it, you jumped up and slapped them both in the side of the head.

“Hey!”

Sam gulped audibly and Bucky rubbed at his head.

“Ouch.”

“That didn’t hurt,” Sam huffed.

Bucky gawked. “Yes it did!”

“No it didn’t, you pussy.”

“Who you calling a pussy, you fat head?”

“Fat head? The fuck does that even mean?”

On and on they went, not even noticing that you slipped away into the other room to take care of yourself on the sofa.

It wasn’t an uncommon thing to witness them fighting, but it certainly was frustrating.

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[gghalcyon]

Bucky Barnes gets a bewitching Halloween treat when Sarah Wilson appears at his doorstep, her face lit up with a brilliant smile. “Trick r’ treat!” she said as their eyes met in a heated gaze.

Title: A Taste So Sweet | Bucky Barnes x Sarah Wilson | Fandom: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier | Rating: Mature | Words: Part 1/1 (2328 Words) | Prompt: SarahBucky @fleurdelouvemonth and @fleurdelouve - Week 1, Day 1 Prompt: “Halloween Candy”

Bucky watched in disbelief as group after group of children and teens dressed up as monsters, superheroes, witches, and fairies trooped past his house. He had initially been excited about joining in the festivities surrounding Halloween. Still, he was now feeling overwhelmed at the sheer number of trick-or-treaters that kept anxiously jostling at his front door.

He could hear Sam's voice ringing in his head, telling him to stock up on treats ahead of the evening's activities. On impulse, Bucky had gone to the store and purchased enough candy to fill an entire cauldron - more than enough for the small army of costumed kids parading up his walkway.

After living in New York City for a few years, he was unaccustomed to experiencing Halloween like this. New Orleans' proximity meant that Halloween was taken very seriously here. His neighbors went all out with scary decorations, and some even hosted light shows or static haunts in their garages.

It was the first time Bucky had experienced Halloween in his new neighborhood, and he could feel the excitement from both children and adults alike. He walked into the living room to look at the clock – it was 7 p.m.; he had a few more hours before kids would be done trick-or-treating. After making sure he had enough candy to last until 9 p.m., he set out a sizeable pumpkin-shaped bucket full of treats on a table near the entrance of his door, which he'd grab and provide the little ghouls and goblins who would come by.

One by one, groups of costumed children started arriving at Bucky's house. There were toddlers with their parents, gaggles of elementary schoolers, and even a few high schoolers. Bucky watched them all take turns selecting handfuls of candy from the white bucket he'd set out on the porch. He couldn't help feeling a pang of regret that he'd bought so much candy – but then again, it was worth it just to see how delighted they were.

The most recent group of trick-treaters waved him goodbye as they ran off to his neighbor's house to continue their journey for more candy. Just as he was about to close the door, he spotted a familiar face walking up the sidewalk towards him. It was Sarah, Sam's sister, donning a classic black witch's hat over her long hair and wearing a playful smirk on her face. Their eyes met.

Sarah stood before Bucky, her face lit up with a brilliant smile. “Trick r’ treat!” she said.

He was temporarily stunned by her beauty before composing himself.

"Hey! What are you supposed to be? Aren’t you old for trick-or-treating?" He joked, looking at her costume and wondering why she had come to his neighborhood.

"I'm old enough, thank you very much," She chuckled teasingly, sticking her tongue out playfully. Bucky noticed that Sarah was alone and asked about her boys AJ and Cass.

"Oh, I just dropped them off at a friend's place a few blocks away from here," She answered, grinning shyly as she revealed her true purpose: to visit him. "They're all trick-or-treating together, so I thought I'd swing by and see you."

Bucky felt his heart swell with warmth as he imagined her thinking of him. It was like a dream come true. He opened the door wider to welcome her in, and when she entered, they both erupted into laughter at the sight of all the candy bags he had bought.

"Okay, that's SO much candy! The kids will love you!" Sarah said, still stifling giggles.

"I'm trying to get rid of them," he said sheepishly as he directed her to the bowl on the entry table near the door.

Sarah laughed again at his over-preparedness before following Bucky to his kitchen, where he opened the fridge and asked if she wanted any refreshments.

"I have beer, apple cider, sparkling water..." She accepted his offer enthusiastically with a look of admiration.

"Oh, apple cider would be amazing!"

He twisted open an apple cider for her and handed it across the counter while opening himself a bottle of beer. Bucky could hear children's voices from outside, but there were no trick-or-treaters yet who had arrived and rang his doorbell. There was a small lull before another surge of trick-or-treaters came.

The two caught up so naturally. Bucky could feel an ease in their conversation as Sarah shared stories about her two boys deciding to be Sherlock Holmes and one a t-rex for Halloween. They even talked about the best costumes they've seen so far, reminiscing about their childhood trick-or-treating experiences.

As the night wore on, Bucky found himself completely entranced by Sarah's infectious laughter and sparkling eyes. They moved to the living room couch, sitting side by side in close proximity. He couldn't help but lean in closer to her as she spoke, wanting to absorb every word she said like a sponge.

Suddenly, they were interrupted by the sound of the doorbell ringing. Bucky glanced at his watch and noticed it was getting pretty late - it must have been close to 10 pm already.

"Let me get that," he said quickly, feeling the familiar pang of disappointment when he realized their intimate conversation had come to an end. He stood up and took his bowl of candy before opening the door.

"Trick-or-treat!" A group of four kids dressed as Pokemon with their parents dressed as a Pokemon Trainer greeted him. Bucky smiled warmly and spoke kindly to the little elementary school kids, nodding in approval at their costumes and giving them generous amounts of candy.

Sarah peered over the couch to watch Bucky interact with the children and felt her heart swell with admiration. More and more trick-or-treaters kept coming until it seemed like the line would never end. At one point, Sarah decided to join Bucky in front of the doorway, giving out candy alongside him from a bag she took off the counter.

The line continued for a solid fifteen minutes until another lull came forth and no new trick-or-treaters came by. Bucky closed the door and joined Sarah on the couch as they both flopped down in exhaustion.

"Tiring, huh?" Sarah asked with twinkling eyes as she settled into the spot beside him.

Bucky gave her a sheepish smile and ran his fingers through his disheveled hair. "It feels like it never ends…" He paused and added with a hint of mischief in his voice, "But I don't mind it too much when I have a beautiful woman by my side."

"I..." she was almost taken aback by his forwardness, then her smile widened, revealing small dimples along the sides of her mouth. "You could always just leave the bowl outside and just let them take whatever they want."

"You think that'll work?" His heart raced as he moved closer to her on the couch.

"I think so," she said, her voice low and sultry as she scooted close to him. She grabbed the bowl of candy and rummaged through it.

"Looking for something specific?" he asked her, amused.

"Hmmm... I'm looking for a Hershey's chocolate bar, the white chocolate one." Bucky watched her closely, admiring how graceful her long fingers were as they searched through the bowl.

"There should be a ton there, not many kids picked them when I let them select which candies to get." Her eyes sparkled as she looked up at him, and he felt drawn into her gaze.

"Are you kidding? They're so picky nowadays, huh?" They laughed together, and the room seemed to heat up exponentially with each passing second.

"Ah! I found one! I couldn't pass up all this free candy," Sarah teased as she pulled out a mini white chocolate bar. As she unwrapped it and took a small nibble, Bucky found himself mesmerized by those lush lips and the way they moved around the confection.

"Want a bite?" Sarah asked, catching his gaze and holding out the candy. She slowly bit the bottom of her lip before smiling at him innocently, but there was something else about her expression - an invitation - that made Bucky's stomach flip. He had been wanting to kiss those lips since he'd first seen them curve into that mischievous grin earlier tonight.

Heart pounding, Bucky's gaze slowly moved from Sarah's lips to her eyes. He leaned in, and instead of taking the offered candy, he brushed his lips against hers. They both gasped at the sudden contact, and as if this was a sign, their kiss deepened.

Sarah tasted like chocolate and felt so soft under his fingers as they explored each other's faces and bodies. His hands moved to her hips and pulled her closer until their bodies were flush against each other. Their tongues collided in a passionate dance of desire that left them both breathless when they finally pulled apart.

"That was..." Sarah whispered, trailing off with a sigh.

"Amazing," Bucky finished for her. The air was electric between them, heavy with unspoken longing that neither of them wanted to break.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang again and they jumped apart as if electrocuted, laughter bubbling out of them before they remembered why they were there. As Bucky went to answer the door, his mind was still on the kiss he had shared with Sarah moments ago.

As the night went on and more trick-r-treaters arrived and departed, the couple found themselves alone on the couch, close but not touching. Finally, Bucky spoke up. "Sarah, I know we've been friends only for a short time, but tonight...that kiss...I can't stop thinking about it." Sarah smiled at him from under her eyelashes, and he could see the same desire reflected in her eyes that he was feeling in his own heart. Without another word, their lips met again and this time it was slow and tender - like two puzzle pieces coming together after searching for so long.

Sarah gently pulled away from Bucky and pressed her body against his, her arms wrapping around his neck as though she never wanted to let go. "Bucky... I've always wanted to do this with you," she said softly.

As her lips met him, a spark of electricity coursed through her body. She felt the warmth radiating from his chest and the gentle beat of his heart as she pressed herself closer into him. The kiss grew more passionate with each passing moment, and Sarah felt an intense desire building inside of her.

She reached up to grasp Bucky's face in her hands and trace the outline of it with her fingertips. His long, wavy hair was so soft against her skin that she wanted to keep touching it forever. He repositioned them both on the couch, so she was straddling him with her legs on either side of his thighs.

Sarah could feel Bucky's excitement pressing into her, and his hands moved up under her shirt to explore the warmth of her skin. She gasped at his touch and dug her fingers into his back, wanting this moment to never end.

Suddenly, Bucky pulled away and looked deep into her eyes. In a voice full of longing he whispered "Sarah – I want you" and at that moment, all doubts fled from Sarah's mind - she knew this is what she wanted too.

Without another word, she pressed her lips against his once more and this time they were both overcome with passion. Bucky grabbed her hips and pressed her close to him, their bodies melting together as his fingers ran up her back before unfastening her bra, revealing her creamy skin beneath the moonlight that filtered through the window. She held her breath as his hands moved across her body, exploring every curve with delicate touches and sending sparks of pleasure through her veins. He left trails of fire over her neck as his lips traveled down before lightly brushing over one nipple, eliciting a soft gasp from Sarah's lips.

Just then, Sarah's phone started ringing, and the sound of it shattered the silence in the room like a gunshot. She wanted to ignore it, but she knew it was likely her sons calling to let her know they'd be ready to be picked up soon. With a reluctant groan, she pulled away from Bucky and grabbed her phone, which stopped ringing before she could answer it.

A quick glance confirmed it was indeed her kids, and a text message from her kid's friend's mom indicated that they were done trick-or-treating and ready to be picked up. "I don't wanna go," Sarah said with a sigh.

Bucky wrapped his strong arms around her, giving her a sad smile and planting a kiss on her forehead. His breath tickled her skin as he whispered gently, "Me neither," in response to her words, then attempted to lighten the mood with a joke about their unusual entourage. They both laughed, and Sarah could feel the tension melting like ice in the sun.

Bucky pulled her close and nuzzled against her neck, sending tingles of pleasure down her spine before she reluctantly leaned back from his embrace. She looked into his eyes and saw something that made her heart skip a beat – it was longing, familiar and yet fresh and new at the same time. Locked in each other's gaze, Sarah raised herself to capture Bucky's lips in a soft kiss.

She smiled as she pulled away from him and started gathering her clothes off the floor, nerves suddenly bubbling up inside of her when Sarah realized how bold she had been. Before she could put on her shirt, however, Bucky stood up and stopped her with a gentle hand on her arm. He cupped her face tenderly between his hands and searched for something in her eyes.

"We'll have to finish this later," he murmured softly. Another shiver coursed through Sarah's body as she looked into his beautiful blue eyes, nodding in agreement to his suggestion before leaning forward to give him one last kiss goodbye.

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[violetmuses]

Expensive - Helmut Zemo (18+ MINORS DNI)

TITLE: “Expensive” - Helmut Zemo (18+ MINORS DNI)

FANDOM: Marvel - “Falcon and The Winter Soldier” 

CHARACTER: Helmut Zemo 

MAIN PAIRING: Helmut Zemo + Female Reader 

MAIN STORYLINE: Everyone has a vice… 

Author’s Note: Hey! As a warning, this One Shot includes SMUT content. (18+ Minors DNI) Adult themes, strong language, etc. This project is also dedicated to @norabrice1701. Thank you so much for helping out with my writer’s block, Nora! Happy reading and feedback would be greatly appreciated. - V. 💜

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2024

Eight years of both isolation and silence. 

Despite dodging bullets and running out of the Brass Monkey Saloon with James and Sam, Zemo moved on, giving himself one chance to enjoy this semblance of freedom. 

In truth, there was only a matter of time before the mission would slap him in the face with reality all over again. 

He wouldn’t stay out for long. 

Not long after saving lives in the dark, Sharon Carter threw a party, showing everyone from art dealers to other guests an opportunity to mingle and dance. 

James and Sam cornered elsewhere, surely not moving on the dance floor or partaking in alcohol. 

Soon after ordering another drink, Zemo turns and notices you standing with your own glass of champagne. He prefers whisky, taking careful sips regardless. 

Meanwhile, you were different. You make a point to look at this man cautiously, like you’d seen him before. 

Maybe. How could you forget this handsome face? You think to yourself. 

He’s wearing his dark turtleneck, casted in blue lighting that strobes from the ceiling found overhead. 

His skin pales through this aqua light, but his nearly amber eyes watch you as he peers over that whisky glass. Light brown hair falls out of place, showing one loose curl that angles by his forehead. 

“I stopped drinking for good…” His voice rasps towards you, revealing accented English over booming music that plays out loud. 

“That's great! You say, ironically lifting your glass of champagne and plotting a joke of your own. “Did the bartender find Apple Juice for you tonight?” 

“No, Dear.” This possible stranger laughs for only a moment and the amazing sound nearly tickles your senses. He even sends a joke right back to you, lifting his own glass. “I drink for evil. This is whisky.” 

“Good one. Cheers.” You clink glasses with him, celebrating tonight with this one man who has definitely caught your attention. 

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After trading this conversation back and forth, you threw caution to the wind and conjured a dare, kissing him at the stroke of midnight. 

You could hardly breathe when his lips first met yours, almost shaking and trying to step away in public before James and Sam could notice. Those men were his friends there, apparently. 

You couldn’t leave him behind without “consequences.” 

Bumps and stumbles echo your trail back to him later on.  

Right now, you’re cornered in one guest bedroom, trapped by Helmut’s lips once again as this man holds your face with both hands. 

He’s set one leg between your thighs, angling just right. You can already feel his clothed erection pulsing without fail. 

In the middle of him kissing your neck and mouthing hickies that will bruise at dawn, you tremble speaking. 

“Condom?” You struggle because it feels so good, but still try to remind him of safety for countless reasons. 

“Yes.” Helmut pulls away from your beautiful skin during that one moment and nods, caressing your cheek as if you were the most stunning woman on Earth. 

He smiles against your lips before taking out the condom and taking off his belt. Both of you keep nodding towards one another, absolutely sure that tonight would happen like this. 

It’s almost precious, bonding with a stranger. 

In anticipation you remove underwear, lace for the evening, and wrap both legs around his nude waist. 

“Go.” You whisper, giving him full consent to line up with your entrace and plunge at last. 

Obeying, Helmut listens, almost delicately filling you to the hilt. 

“Do not get us caught.” He warns, lowering his tone through every lethal movement of those damn hips. 

“Shit.” You nearly cried, clutching his shoulders of the turtleneck for balance somehow. 

Since you can’t yell out loud in pleasure, he holds the back of your head, but uses that opposite hand to cover your whimpering mouth. 

Before either one of you could speak again, warmth heats up all space found between your legs and thankfully reaches the condom. 

“Shh…” Helmut calms this moment, not letting your feet reach the floor just yet as he continues holding you in place. Even still wearing the condom, he rests inside of you, silent. 

His hair, now dishelved in the name of ecstasy, looks even darker through casting moonlight. 

He breathes towards your neck, burying his nose as if to forget so much. 

He wants to forget everything.

And yet, he can’t, even right now. 

Regrettably, he pulls out to make you hollow and trashes the condom elsehwere, prompting you to readjust your clothes. 

Of course Sharon won’t mind if you snuck out of this apartment, but Helmut returns from the bathroom and looks at you, peering those gorgeous brown eyes again. 

“I should um… I should go.” Pointing near the door, you’re awkward now, sobering through lack of more alcohol and this strange mix of relief from sex. 

“Of course.” Helmut nods, dressed once more and fairly opening the door for you like a gentleman. 

Just seconds before you walk out the door and leave him for good, you hold these heels and stand up on your bare tip-toes, kissing Helmut’s cheek. 

“Bye.” You smile, giving him one last farewell as the bedroom door closes. 

When Helmut goes to sleep that night, this man dreams of you, content for once. 

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[chaossmagic]

I need stucky au from post-endgame where Steve left Bucky. There is not enough angst from the scene. Bucky had been in love with Steve since they were very young, however, Steve was naïve to notice his best friend’s feelings. After Steve left, Bucky needed to go to therapy since he was under government supervision. I love the quote from that one scene “If he was wrong about you, then he was wrong about me.” We do not discuss enough the passage from Bucky in Falcon and the Winter Soldier. Maybe you can add a little plot between the lines? Basically a story about Bucky’s situation after Steve left

Bucky can count on one hand the times he's outright, deliberately lied to Steve.

Once, when he was fourteen and he told Steve he'd kissed Maria Gracewski behind the grocery store one day, when it was the middle of summer and all the kids they knew were stepping out with each other. He hadn't; in fact, they'd done nothing more than hold hands and pass a bottle of ice-cold soda between them, each taking in turns to sip from the straw to quench their thirst, each feeling too awkward to make an actual move.

He wasn't sure, at the time, why he'd bothered lying; it was only later he realized it was because he had been trying to make Steve jealous, thinking about Bucky kissing someone who wasn't him.

The second time was when his draft card came and he told everyone he enlisted instead. It was easy to pretend to be the dutiful son doing the brave thing, the right thing, going where he was needed to serve his country, a true honour to his family. That's what people told his parents on the street, in the store, in the bread queue that ran around the block twice at nine in the morning. That's what he told himself when he spent the entire journey from New York to Portsmouth, England cooped up in his cabin, nauseous not with seasickness, but fear, knowing it was impossible to admit he never wanted to go to war in the first place.

The third time was after Kreichsberg, after - that. He didn't really like to think about it. Tried to actively avoid it, in fact, would be more willing to open up about plenty of other things that had happened to him in the last seventy years except where it had all started. No way was his mind ever going back there, to the cold, dank cell and the sizzling of burning hair and flesh, syringes full of substances he had no idea what they were and - screams. The screams were the worst.

I'm fine, he'd kept telling the nurses who insisted on examining him. I'm fine, he'd told Steve, after he'd suggested for the fifth time that he lie down and get some real rest. Really, I'm fine, he'd said to Dum-Dum and Morita and Falsworth and everyone else who asked him when they saw the dark circles under his eyes and the way his bones stuck out from under his uniform a little too much. He was fine. Tired, hungry, and missing home just like every other soldier. Fine.

Then, a dingy and sparse apartment in Bucharest, where the fridge only worked half the time and the wallpaper was peeling off the walls, but he paid his rent each week in cash and nobody bothered him if he helped fix a few lightbulbs or carry heavy pieces of broken furniture out to the sidewalk.

Steve, standing in the middle of his damn kitchen, a photograph of his own face in his hand and one of Bucky's notebooks in the other, head-to-toe Captain America monkeysuit on but eyes wide and pleading. Looking at Bucky and wanting answers Bucky himself had been too afraid to give.

You pulled me from the river. Why?

For a fraction of a second, the real answer had been on the tip of his tongue. If he could just say it, then maybe everything would be okay. Maybe Steve could save him. Maybe Steve could help him save himself, if let him. If he stopped being so fucking afraid all the time of being dragged right back to where he'd been for the last seventy-odd years. If he didn't feel constantly sick with nerves and fear, if his entire body wasn't one screaming hunk of bone-deep pains and muscle aches and joints that didn't work properly. If he could actually fend for himself instead of living off of chocolate bars and the few types of fresh produce he could actually eat with vomiting.

Because I didn't want you to die, he'd wanted to say. Because I love you. I remembered that I love you.

But once again, he'd been too scared to tell the truth. Chickened out at the last minute. Lied, again.

I don't know, is what had actually come out of his mouth, moments before the ceiling above them exploded in the thumping feet of the SWAT team, come to make sure he didn't do anything else terrible again by shutting him up permanently.

The last time had been right before Steve left to return the Infinity Stones. He'd wanted so badly to tell him not to go, to beg if he needed to, to tell him, Stay with me. Choose me. I'm the one who's always loved you more than anyone else, and I know you love me too, so why won't you fucking STAY?

But he hadn't done that. No pleading, no begging, no last-minute confessions of love despite almost a century of it burning beneath his ribs, right where his heart was, and where he knew, if only he'd asked, the same thumping beat pounded in Steve's own chest, crying out to him. Crying out for him. He'd feel it if he put his hand there, he knew, if he'd even dared to try instead of smiling and nodding in the right places and saying all the right things that Steve wanted to hear to justify his decision to himself.

Bucky was a lot of things. He'd been called a lot of things. Charmer. Casanova. A mother's biggest dream for a son-in-law.

Asset. Winter Soldier. The Fist of Hydra.

Killer. Murderer. Monster.

Sergeant. White Wolf. Buck.

Now, though? There was one thing left that people didn't really know. Opening and closing the fridge door for a fourth, fifth, sixth bottle of beer that did absolutely nothing for him intoxication-wise and only made him want to pee, sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of the TV while a football game played that he wasn't even watching -

Simultaneously wanting to scream, cry, or throw something -

Sergeant James Barnes was a war hero, museum display and all.

The Winter Soldier was the most dangerous assassin on the face of the planet for 50 years.

But Bucky, though? Just Bucky? Plain old scared-to-death-of-his-own-shadow, walks everywhere for miles because getting on the subway makes him want to pass out and throw up at the same time, even with noise-cancelling earbuds, Bucky?

That Bucky Barnes was a fucking coward. That was the real him. And he only had himself and his messed-up, broken brain to blame.

#anon #lorna's writing #stucky #stucky fic #bucky barnes #just between us did the love affair maim you all too well #this is angsty y'all sorry #think of this as something that happened during the 6 months between endgame and the beginning of tfatws #bucky's feelings aren't unrequited steve's just an idiot #(and the endgame writers are hot garbage) #i hope you like it nonnie!

[notyetneedcoffee]

Kicking Up Dust - Part 1

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: None in this chapter. Slow burn to NSFW

A/N: Takes place after 'Falcon and the Winter Soldier' with one major exception - Steve Rogers is not dead. He stepped down. This is in line with my Crossroads story. There will also be a parallel Steve story coming.

ONE

New York City felt busier and more crowded than you’d ever known it. Perhaps the construction sites on every other block and the mass of detours made it worse. People walked shoulder to shoulder on the sidewalks, which was better than stand still of the cars. No matter the reason, you weren’t particularly happy to be back.

The lobby of Stark Tower underwent renovations, too. A subdue black granite memorial stood in the center of the mass entry hall to those lost in the battle with Thanos. You paused briefly, to look it over. Easily fifteen feet tall, the monolith had gravitas and restraint. It was nothing like some of the flashy tributes elsewhere else.

Also new to the lobby was a large glass and steel sign for the Integration Initiative. The foundation created by Pepper Potts and Steve Rogers to help people returning from the blip. They worked with the various governments and organizations unhappy with the Global Repatriotization Council. The organization also issued grants to organizations that help individuals rebuild their lives, relocation and rehoming, new career training, and even mental health services.

“May I help you?” A young man behind a marble reception desk smiled.

“Yes,” You returned the smile and handed him a business card. “I have a 10 o’clock with Ms. Potts.”

“Thank you.” He checked the computer and pulled out a visitor badge. “Kimberly will be down in just a moment to take you up. Please wear this where it’s visible at all times.”

“Thanks.” You stepped to the waiting area. Before long a woman called your name. She introduced herself before leading you to the elevators. On the seventy-second floor, you were taken to a huge office. Pepper called your name before you even entered. “Hi!” You met her halfway across the office and welcomed her hug.

“How have you been?” She motioned for you to sit.

“Busy. How about you?”

“Same. It’s weird being back here, but it’s what makes the most sense right now with all the work we’re doing. Plus, it allows Morgan to be here with me.”

“That’s good. I love the video you sent me of her cooking.” You chuckled.

“She’s got Tony’s mad-scientist thing going on when she’s cooking, doesn’t she?” Pepper grinned. “What’s the cause of the visit?”

You’d known Pepper for years, having provided her with antiques and art for Stark’s properties. Since the snap, though, you’d taken on a new endeavor. Combining your love of restoring old things, and your love of decorating, you started a company that restores large old homes and reapportions them for multi-family dwellings for those needing to reestablish their lives. It was work helped with grants from the Pepper’s company.

“I found something that I think is important.” You pulled out an old leather-bound journal and handed it to her. You saw her eyebrow rise as she read the owners name and a date written in beautiful script on the first page. “There’s a ton more.”

“Wait right there.” She got up and left the room.

A few minutes later she returned. On her heels walked Steve Rogers, reading the journal. You’d never met him in person, but the sight of him in jeans and sweater was new. So was the neatly trimmed beard. He looked, normal, relaxed even.

Pepper introduced you. Steve took your hand and lowered himself into the chair beside you. Held the journal, reverently. “Where did you find this?”

“A house in Connecticut, outside Danbury. It’s an old Victorian I just purchased and started to clear out for renovation. It’s been boarded up for 23 years. I did a little homework, and the last owner was listed as Wilbur Lewis. He inherited it 83 years ago. But I don’t think he’s the one who lived there, or if he did it wasn’t for long. I think his wife’s younger brother, Archie Peterson lived there, along with his wife.”

“Rebecca Barnes...”

Bucky ignored the phone again. He could hear it ringing where it lay buried in the pocket of yesterday’s jeans, somewhere in the corner of his bedroom. It’s been going off all morning, but he didn’t want to talk to anyone. It’d been a bad night.

His nightmares were getting better. They weren’t as frequent since the whole business with Sam. Spending some time with his family down south and having a decent dose of normalcy helped. Still, they occasionally snuck up and bit him in the ass. When it happened, he was not fit for civilized company.

When the knock came at his door and he heard Steve’s even voice call his name, Bucky grimaced. It had been Steve calling. Now he felt guilty, too.

“Yeah, coming.” Standing, he straightened his sweatpants. He kicked the blankets and pillow into the corner, as he snagged a discarded tee shirt to put on. He opened the door without a greeting. Only old habits kept the surprise from his face. Steve wasn’t alone. He should have heard more than one set of footsteps. He really was distracted.

“Buck.”

“Steve.”

“You gonna invite us in or are we just going to stand in the hall?” Steve smirked.

“Oh, sorry.” Bucky stepped back, suddenly self-conscious of his barren apartment. The wood floor and high ceilings made the place appealing. However, he never could bring himself to do the normal things; to buy furniture or make it a home.

Steve bought the bed and had it delivered, even though Bucky rarely slept on it. Sam showed up with beer and the television one night. He found a little table and lamp that just needed a few screws tightened out by the dumpster. The blankets and pillow got picked up a corner store. Bucky didn’t even have the necessities by most people’s standards.

“Bucky,” Steve leaned against the wall by the door. “I want you to meet Y/N. She’s a friend of Pepper’s and does work under one of the Initiative’s grants. She found something you need to see.”

“Hi.” He shook your hand, scowling.

You got the distinct feeling this man did not like surprises. He looked so hard, so tired. The person standing before you bore no resemblance to the man described in Rebecca’s writings. “Sergeant Barnes,” You began.

“Bucky’s fine.” He frowned.

Nodding, you continued. “Over the last few years I’ve been remodeling large estates, converting them into homes for people who need a new start. A few weeks ago, I purchased a 7000 square foot Victorian estate that has been boarded up for more than twenty years. Thankfully, it’s a stone clad beauty and it stayed mostly sealed up.” You took a deep breath, seeing his growing impatience.

“I found a lot inside. Everything, actually. It’s just like the former owners left it before they died. I think it was,” You shook your head. “No, um, I know it was, your sister and her husband.”

His jaw went slack. With wide eyes he turned to Steve.

“I told you they fell off the radar in the fifties.” Steve shrugged “We found out that Becca’s husband testified against those gangsters, and they burned down the shop. After that there was nothing. No trace. Looks like they moved to Connecticut.”

“You’re serious?” Bucky breathed.

“Yeah.” You handed him the journal you brought. “I flagged a page there. It’s a few days after her wedding. She mentions you specifically. She got married on June 9, 1951.”

Bucky opened the book gently and read. After a moment, he covered his mouth with his left hand and looked up at Steve with so much emotion that you marveled that such a face could be so hard just moments before.

“Yeah.” Steve chuckled and squeezed his friend’s shoulder. “There’s more. She said there’s a library of stuff. A whole house of stuff to go through.”

“I feel strange going through it all by myself, and it’s way too much to just pack up.” You interjected. “I get that we don’t know each other, but we have friends in common. People I trust, trust you.” Bucky’s head swiveled to you. You offered a warm smile. “So, I want to invite you up. Come and stay a while, go through everything. Decide what you want to take.”

Bucky looked incredulous at you, so you continued with a shrug. “I bought the house to update it and remodel it. Everything that’s in it, though, belonged to your sister. Something there might be able to give you back a little bit of your family.”

“Go, Buck.” Steve gave his pal a gentle shake. “At the very least, you might find a chair or something to put in this miserable joint.”

Bucky huffed, not quite a laugh, but his eyes brightened. “Yeah, okay. I’ll go.”

 

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[submissivegayfrenchboy]

08 / 05 / 2023

I HAVE SOMETHING TO TELL YOU

Hello everyone. As if my personal life wasn't stressful and sad enough, it seems I'm living my first Tumblr drama. I always tried to be not offensive, I put warning as introductions of my stories to prevent people to read stories about themes or kinks they disliked.

😊

Apparently, thanks to a screenshot sended by a friend of mine, the blog @staying-elive is thinking I'm a fake person for answering to someone who sended me a link of a gay SamBucky story.

😕

Honestly, did someone understood what is going on here? I didn't talked to @staying-elive, so the messages ("now 'apologizing' and claiming to be a 14 yo who is learning"....) aren't from me.

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Hum.... I'm a French gay whiteboy, aged 22, I love in Paris and I have a Deviantart blog. My stories are mine, I always credited my co-authors, dear friends of mine, and I already had problems on Tumblr, like when I got blocked by Tumblr or when some of my posts were labeled as adults even though they weren't sexual and that there was no nudity (and there is Tumblr posts where you can see nudity and they aren't banned).

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So if someone can explain to me or to @staying-elive what's on going on, I would like to understand if he is asking people to "report and block" me (and if it is the case, please don't do this), or is he talking about someone else (which might be the case because I'm not a 14 yo boy, as I said I'm 22).

🤔

Maybe someone pranked me, but if you are a reader of my blog and want my blog to continue, please believe me when I say I'm a real adult man 🥺 I confessed too many things on this blog and to others people to not be believed about that. 🙄

If @staying-elive thinks I'm the one who sent the Archive of Our own's link about the SamBucky story that I received, I want him and all of you to know it isn't true. I just received this link, I answered it, maybe I should not have, but that's all.

It's sad that even with people having the same interest about characters you like, there might be a fight. I hope someone will help me or at least explain me or support me. Honestly I really need your love to continue writing on Tumblr, and I never wanted to do bad things to anyone.

So, that's it, I hope there will not have a lot of bad consequences, but I thought I should answer it publicly (since @staying-elive blocked me, I can't message him).

I would like to mention my dearests friends and readers hoping to have their support 🥺

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[sjsmith56]

Which Bucky Am I Writing Today?

Summary - Something silly that came to me and I just had to write it down. The Writer sits at her computer thinking of how to write her latest fanfic of her favourite fictional character, Bucky Barnes. Three versions of Bucky come out of her imagination to help and things get a little out of hand.

Length - 2485 words

Characters - the writer of undetermined age (1st person POV), Bucky Barnes (various incarnations), the writer’s husband, several Avengers, Jake Seresin (cameo)

Warnings - probably not suitable for under age 18, so minors DNI. writer’s block, indecision, self-doubt, talk of sexuality in fanfic.

Author’s note - something fun about the various Bucky’s helping the writer to write her latest fanfic. The references to fandom is part of the writer’s own insecurities and issues, and is not meant to reflect on any current writers of fanfic. It’s all good.

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I set up my laptop in my writing room while my husband settled in to watch the football game in the living room. It wasn’t really a writing room; it was actually our bedroom, with one of those portable lap desks. Being comfortable while I wrote was important and sitting on the bed, with a tea on the nightstand and my favourite ambient music was how I wrote most of my fanfics, specifically Bucky Barnes ones.

First of all, if you haven’t already read fanfic, you should. There are some incredibly creative people who write it just for the joy of writing as there isn’t any money in it considering that someone else holds the copyright for the characters. Fair use provisions in copyright law allows for “amateur” writers to use the characters as long as they don’t financially gain from their efforts. There’s more to it but that’s the gist of it. I write Bucky Barnes fanfic because I like the character and imagine plots of him in different scenarios.

That’s what my dilemma was … which Bucky was I going to write about? I was choosing between three versions of the man. First, newly promoted Sergeant Bucky Barnes, in his dress uniform, strolling into the dance at the Stark Expo with two girls on his arms. He was handsome, confident, and a man on the cusp of greatness. The second choice, the Winter Soldier, with long hair, brooding, dark, circa 1991, a chilling year for him. My final choice was Falcon and the Winter Soldier Bucky, at a more vulnerable stage in his life, just after he confessed to killing the son of the elderly man he became friends with. With sad eyes, lonely, and feeling isolated from society but knowing he had to be truthful to move ahead in his life in the 21st century.

Trying as hard as I could I wrote introductions for each version of Bucky but just wasn’t satisfied with any of them and deleted what I wrote.

“Hey doll.” I looked up. Sarge was sitting on a chair in the corner of my room. “Having trouble?”

“Yeah,” I sighed. “I want to write something different about you, something that a reader will like because they haven’t read something like it before.”

He nodded. “I could take a girl to a dance, have a few drinks, show her a good time then finish with some alone time in the back seat of my dad’s car or maybe her flat. Her roommate could be spending the night with her fellow so that we have free reign of the place.”

I smiled glumly at him. “That’s usually what you do,” I replied. “It’s okay, but I wanted something different this time.

He nodded then smiled broadly. “Coney Island! I could clean up at the shooting gallery and win you, I mean the girl, a stuffed animal. Then we go on the ferris wheel, and at the top with the view of the fair below us, I give you a kiss to remember before I ship out.”

“Yeah,” I replied curtly. “It’s been done.”

“He’s just a boy, still thinking of chasing the girl,” said a deep foreboding voice, and a tall hulk of a man, with long hair and a metal arm came out from a dark shadow in the corner of the room. It was odd it was so dark there because the sun was still up and everywhere else in the room was bright. “You should write about me, of how I worship you, even though HYDRA continually wipes the memory of you from my mind.”

“Yeah,” I hesitated, “but that’s been done, too, as HYDRA is always wiping your memories. I need something different.”

He flexed his metal hand and bore his eyes into mine. “Sex with this in play is always dangerous,” he intoned.

“Sort of, as some writers work it in as a kink. I’m just not good at that. It doesn’t feel authentic to me when I try to make it kinky and dangerous.”

“Then why am I here?” he huffed. “If you’re not going to use my obvious attributes ….” He stopped talking suddenly, becoming alert. “We’re not alone. Someone is here.”

I listened hearing only my husband yelling at the tv.

“That’s my husband,” I said. “He’s watching the football game.”

The Winter Soldier glared at me. “I know what television football is. It is not your husband.”

Slowly pulling a knife out his boot he suddenly whipped it at the door where Bucky Barnes from Falcon and the Winter Soldier was just entering. He caught the knife in his vibranium hand, glaring at it, then at the Soldier.

“Do you mind?” he asked, tossing it casually back to the long-haired version of himself. “Heard I was needed here.”

“She’s having trouble deciding which version of Bucky to write for her next WIP,” said Sergeant Bucky Barnes. “I don’t see what the problem is. Most readers love my characterization as an easy-going ladies’ man.”

The Winter Soldier Bucky shrugged. “I hear the same about me but as a dark, brooding, dangerous assassin.”

FATWS Bucky sat on the edge of the bed and smiled nicely at me.

“Who are you writing for?” he asked. I started to say the readers, but he put his hand up. “Truthfully.”

“Me,” I admitted. “But I still want others to like it. It seems the ones with smut and polyamory get the most views and positive comments. Mine don’t do as well.”

“Smut, as in dirty and obscene?” asked Sergeant Bucky Barnes, his eyes opening wide. “People can write and read that openly?”

“Pretty much,” I replied. “I’ve written sexy stuff, but some writers have the talent to write it a lot better than I do. I’m better at fluff.”

“That can involve sex but is tamer than outright smut, right?” asked FATWS Bucky. “So, write that. If you’re good at doing that, it doesn’t matter if you get the numbers of readers that the others do.”

He was right. Winter Soldier was still brooding.

“Tell me about polyamory,” he demanded, as he played with his knife.

“Multiple sex partners, both male, female, even alien, since Thor isn’t human,” I said, then added, “even at the same time.”

Both Sarge and Winter looked up sharply, their gaze on my face. The third Bucky was grinning, seeming to know about it already.

“Have you written anything about it?” asked Sarge carefully.

“No, it’s not my thing,” I explained. “It’s personal preference and I’m a one guy, one girl type, pretty traditional really.” I took a sip of my tea, making a face because it was cold. “I’m going to warm up my tea in the microwave. Don’t go anywhere. I still need help.”

As I walked out of the bedroom, I could hear the three Bucky’s talking. It seemed FATWS Bucky was filling in the other two on Alphas and Omegas, bisexuality, dubcon, noncon, and all the other possibilities. Putting their conversation out of my mind my husband looked up as I passed.

“How’s it going?” he asked, still looking at the tv.

“Writer’s block,” I replied, putting my mug in the microwave and pressing the reheat button.

“You’ll figure it out,” he said. “You always do. If you ever want to write some Black Widow smut, I volunteer to beta-read it.”

“Thanks, you’re so helpful,” I said sarcastically, taking my tea out.

Heading back down to the bedroom I was puzzled to see FATWS Bucky leaning against the doorframe. He heard me coming and turned to face me.

“I told them this wasn’t a good idea,” he said, apologetically.

Stepping into the bedroom I couldn’t believe it. Sarge and Winter were both naked, under the sheets. Thor and Loki were taking their clothes off and Black Widow and another woman had just arrived.

“What the hell?! I told you I’m not comfortable writing polyamory.” A head peeked out from under the covers. “Who are you?”

The handsome blond man grinned. “Jake from Top Gun Maverick. Nice to meet you.”

“I haven’t even seen it,” I exclaimed. “Out. Everyone except the Bucky’s go back to your fandoms. Now!”

I waited in the hallway, fuming, while FATWS Bucky monitored the situation. It took several minutes before he put his hand on my shoulder.

“The others are gone,” he said. “I feel bad about that. They asked and I told them what my research on 21st century sexuality turned up. They got excited and well … you saw what happened.”

“What about you?” I asked. “You weren’t about to jump in with both feet?”

He grinned. “It’s like you said. It’s personal preference. With some writers, I’m all in for the smut and darkness, but I’m happy being whatever you need me to be. You’re the creative one. This work in progress is yours and should reflect what you’re comfortable with. I’ve read some of your stuff and the sexy parts work for the stories you’ve written. Do your own thing.”

I smiled at him. “There’s a reason I like writing you the most.”

“I know,” he smirked, putting his arm around me. “I like how you write me, too.”

Together, we went back into my bedroom. I noticed they had taken the time to make the bed, complete with military corners, which shouldn’t have been noticeable with a duvet on top, but Sarge lifted it up to show me, his face hopeful that I would approve. I smiled at him, appreciating the fine work.

“I’m going to assume that you keep forgetting that other writers already write you into smut and polyamory situations,” I said to Winter Soldier. “Considering that your memory keeps getting wiped I’ll give you a pass on this one. But you also remember things which are really important to you so I’m going to ask you to remember not to do that again, please. I don’t mind bringing sex into a WIP with you as the main character, but I keep it pretty simple. Okay?”

“I will comply,” he replied. “May I go now? That Jake said one of his writers is writing a, what do you call it, a mashup?”

“Fine, go,” I said. “Have fun. Wear protection.”

He returned to his dark corner and disappeared, taking the darkness with him. I turned to Sarge. He sat on the edge of the bed, so cute and adorable with his baby face.

“Are you mad at me?” he asked. “I admit I got carried away, but I never heard of such things. Hell, just getting a girl to put it in her mouth was a big deal.”

“Well, did Bucky tell you about Stucky?” I asked, looking at the remaining Bucky, who shook his head. “That’s you and Steve, together. Most of those writers who write that have it start when you’re both teenagers, before he ….” FATWS Bucky shook his head vigorously. “That’s right. You don’t know about what Steve does after you ship out. You’ll find out in a few months. Anyway, my point is that your characterization, at this point, is kind of the fun Bucky. You maybe had trysts with two women at one time but generally you’re associated with dancing and having fun. A lot of readers like you at this point because it’s before a lot of shit happens. You’re still important, remember that.”

He nodded and stood up. “Hug before I go?” he asked.

I agreed and gave him a nice hug. FATWS Bucky offered him a pound hug. After a few tries Sarge got it, and he left through the window. That left me and the final Bucky. Climbing on the bed I patted the space beside me, and he sat there, leaning against the headboard.

“So, it’s going to be me for this story?” he asked. “What are you looking for?”

“Romance, duh,” I replied. “A meet cute, with some angst from you over not feeling worthy of such a sweet woman. We can do a bit of a slow burn for the romance part, but once we kiss, then it’s a journey together to define our sexual relationship.”

“I like it,” he said, nodding his head. “What about the sex? Straightforward? Kinks? Anything goes?”

“Mostly straightforward but we can do some mild bondage, whipped cream and chocolate sauce play,” I mused. “How do you feel about marriage and kids?”

“Favourable,” he said. “Despite being a ladies’ man in my youth I always thought I would get married and have a family. What about the original female character? I’m open to anything.”

“Named, slightly plus sized, with intimacy issues, and a novice at oral sex, both giving and receiving.”

“Sounds good to me,” he said. “Why don’t you get started and I’ll be right here to help you along the way. You know what you’re doing, and you do it well.”

He always knew how to make me feel good about what I was writing so I just dived in and started. As the words flowed, he read from where he was sitting. Every so often he would nod his head and occasionally he would say “yes, that’s good,” when he really liked it. When my husband came in to ask if I wanted to order out for dinner, Bucky sat still, so as not to draw attention to himself. We agreed on Thai, and he went off to place the order.

“You have a good man there,” he said, warmly. “You should write him that Black Widow smut, just for him.”

“How did you hear that?” I asked.

“Super soldier hearing,” he smiled, tapping his ears. “I have an idea you can use.” He leaned close and whispered in my ear. “What do you think? Will he like it?”

“I might get lucky,” I replied, opening another Word document on my laptop. “Tell me that again.”

I typed it in as he described his idea to me before we returned to my original WIP. We worked on it for a while then my husband called to say the food order had arrived. Bucky stretched and looked at me.

“Well, I guess you have to go for dinner. I think you’re on the right track, so I’ll leave you to it. If you need me just call. I’ll always be there for you.” He got up and went to the door before turning towards me. “It’s how you always write me.”

With a wave he disappeared through the doorway, and I saved both documents before closing my laptop. Leaving my bedroom … writing room, I smiled at what I accomplished today. There were some false starts and serious distractions but once I focused, I was able to put my thoughts down. Even though I had planned a one shot there was enough to start a full novel with my favourite character in fan fiction, Bucky Barnes.

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Lower the Stakes [05] - Enter Alpine

Summary: Bucky Barnes still isn’t sure of his place in the world. For Haley Fisher, making new friends has always felt like a challenge. Though getting a second chance at life gave her the opportunity to reinvent herself and determine where she fit into the world again. It’s time to shift the expectations and determine what she really wants. How does that old classic go? ‘I get by with a little help from my friends.’

(Aka the post Falcon and the Winter soldier friends-to-lovers mini series no one asked for, featuring one ‘grumpy but warming up’ centenarian and one ‘coming into her own’ plus sized original character!) Ready the pre-story here

Chapter summary:   Bucky adopts a cat, Haley pretends she doesn't have the flu. Everything is fine. (:

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x plus size original character

Word count: 5k

Parts: Part 01 Part 02 Part 03 Part 04 Part 05 Part 06 Part 07

Notes/warnings: brief mentions of body shaming Haven’t updated this one since August and I’m sorry! It’s a bit of a backburner project but I’m happy to have you here This chapter is mostly told from Bucky’s POV. if you see me out interacting in the wild, it’ll be under @simmerandcry

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Bucky didn’t consider himself an impulsive person. Not now, at least. Perhaps before, a long time ago, he might have been a lot less careful when it came to his decision making. But after years of strict rule following in the army, and even more torturous reprimands for breaking any rules while being brainwashed into The Winter Soldier, being cautious of every move he made became a nasty habit.

A habit he was trying to break, in some ways.

Like not thinking through every single thing he did and the ripple effect it might have on his future actions. He wanted to start considering immediate gratifications and long term impacts of things, too. But he didn’t want to always take a long time to get there.

Enter Alpine.

All it took was one glance at the stray kitten - who someone at the airstrip had found hiding out in one of the storage sheds - and Bucky knew he couldn’t leave her behind. And although Sam had protested the whole idea as they got onto the plane, the minute the small animal curled up into the crook of his arm, Bucky was set on his own decision.

Now here Bucky and Sam were - back in Bucky’s apartment in New York, getting it ready for life with a cat. Bucky had been a bit heavy handed once they got to the pet store but when he saw the little white furball traipsing through his living room, bounding up her the new cat tree they had built, he felt settled by the entire thing.

And much to Bucky’s surprise, Sam has been more than helpful. Sure, he teased Bucky throughout the whole process but Sam had taken a lot of the anxiety off Bucky when it came to his decision making. Sam had even come back to the city with him before heading home to New Orleans, choosing to spend the night on Bucky’s couch. 

While Sam took to the shower, Bucky was sitting cross legged on the floor of his living room, tossing a few balls and toys towards his new companion. When a knock at the door sounded out, a frown grew on his face as the cat ran underneath his couch.

Reluctantly, Bucky stood and slowly headed towards his door. When he opened it and saw Haley standing there, he couldn’t help but smile. 

“Hey,” she started quickly with a little wave. “I sent you a message but I wasn’t sure if you were home. Figured I might just knock and see, since I was in the neighbourhood. I guess I could have called..”

“I just got back this afternoon,” Bucky answered as he ushered her in. “And I never check my voicemails anyway. You alright?”

“Oh yeah. Actually a friend of mine - her cousin is playing a little show at this bar a few blocks from here so I wanted to see if you wanted to come and..” Haley cut herself off and glanced around his living room and kitchen. “Did you get a cat?”

Bucky grinned, eyebrow raised as he glanced around. “What tipped you off?” Stepping forward a few feet, he made a small cooing noise to try and get his new roommate out of hiding. “There she is - Haley, meet Alpine.”

Haley was quick to crouch down, extending her hand out as Alpine approached. “She’s so beautiful.” 

As she acquainted herself with the cat, Bucky motioned a hand across the apartment. “And while you’re here...” Bucky had heard the shower turn off before Haley came in. And by the pace of his footsteps.. “I guess I should introduce you to Sam, too.”

Haley turned her head to look towards the small hallway across the apartment, mouth dropping into a small surprised face when she saw Sam enter the room. She rushed to stand up again, “Wow, Captain America in the flesh. Honestly, I sort of assumed Bucky was just making up all his stories about you.”

Sam grinned, eyes rolling as he made his way into the living room. “And you must be Haley. I could say the same thing.”

Haley smiled back at Bucky. “Two real examples of non-imaginary friends.”

“Maybe this was a bad idea,” Bucky narrowed his eyes and glanced between them both. He would be lying if he hadn’t tried to calculate what this moment might look like - although he had hoped it would have been in a more controlled environment.

What was Bucky so worried about? Sam, down to his core, exuded both confidence and kindness, and paired with extensive PR training and his years of time with Veterans’ Affairs, he could keep a conversation with anyone. Haley, on the other hand, certainly came across a lot more introverted. She came across a lot more reserved, just like Bucky himself, and it had taken a while for them both to let their guards down.

Bucky hoped that introducing his friends wouldn’t impact the progress they had made so far.

And it only took minutes for Sam and Haley to sort themselves out enough to dive into a conversation. The most unsurprising thing, even, was that Bucky ended up as the outside person in the room. He kept his attention on Alpine, who had become very acquainted with Haley’s lap as she sat on the floor.

It was unimaginably cute to see Alpine’s soft little body curled up against Haley.

“So, what do you think, Buck?” Sam’s question pulled Bucky’s gaze away from Haley’s legs. Bucky had dropped down onto the couch across from them and he narrowed his eyes, unable to figure out what Sam was asking him. 

“My friend at work, Dani, her cousin plays guitar in a Fleetwood Mac cover band,” Haley jumped in, noticing Bucky’s confusion immediately. “It’s a little bar, I’m sure it’ll be a small crowd.”

Sam motioned to the sleeping cat. “I’m sure she’ll be okay for a few hours to sleep and explore this place.”

Bucky hesitated. He supposed Sam was right - cats were independent creatures and Alpine likely could use a bit of time to herself to get used to his apartment. “I don’t know that band.”

Sam scoffed, eyes rolling as he stood up. “Of course you don’t.”

Haley offered Bucky a playful smile. “You’re going to love Fleetwood Mac.”

 ---

Bucky already felt like a terrible cat parent. When he first adopted Alpine, he had every intention for her to be his adventure cat, his partner in crime - wanting to bring her out on trips anytime the opportunity presented itself. But now, after only a month, he was already hitting a snag. 

Sam had invited him visit and strategize in Delacroix and Bucky knew he always had a bed at the Wilson homestead. But AJ had a bad cat allergy and Sarah had to put a hard ‘no’ on Bucky bringing Alpine until they could get him on some regular medication. 

And now Bucky was once again grateful for Haley. He owed her a lot for deciding to take Apine in for the week Bucky was gone. 

“Listen, I appreciate any opportunity where I can work from home a few more days during the week. I mean I have to go into the office Wednesday and Friday for a bit but hopefully by then she’ll be okay on her own.. And maybe it’ll inspire me to adopt a cat, too.”

Bucky sure hoped his continuous chorus of thank yous, plus giving Haley a giftcard for her favourite coffee shop, would express his sentiment enough. 

The day he was leaving for Louisiana, he packed up everything Alpine would need for her stay at Haley’s and made his way to her apartment. He felt silly, at first, travelling with Alpine in a special carrier backpack but her happy mewls really solidified he had made the right investment. 

Haley welcomed them both in with a smile, excitedly explaining how she had temporarily adapted her apartment for Alpine’s stay.

“I made that little corner area totally open for her box, I read that cats can be strangely territorial when in a new place so hopefully this works for her,” Haley said after shutting the door behind them, crouching down to join Bucky as he carefully put down his supplies and shrugged off the carrier. “I cleaned under my bed and in my closet too, in case she hides away. One website said..”

Bucky turned his head and caught Haley’s gaze. “You did some research about this?”

“I just don’t want you to worry, I guess.” Haley shrugged, failing to hide her embarrassment. 

Bucky immediately felt guilty about making her feel bad about any of it. “No, no. I really.. I appreciate it a lot, Hales. I’m sure she’ll do great here with you”

They both stilled as Alpine let out a quiet meow, cautiously making her way out of the carrier and sniffing the rug she had been placed down on. Bucky shifted forward, extending his hand out to give her a comforting scratch behind the ears but the quick movement was already too much - and Alpine was off, quickly scurrying away and finding a place to hide underneath Haley’s coffee table.

Bucky sighed.

“Hey,” Haley sat back on her knees and squeezed his shoulder. “Try not to worry, okay? I promise she’s in good hands.”

 ---

“Hey! Sorry, I meant you could call me anytime - it didn’t have to be – are you outside?”

“I just finished a run. Is it a bad time?”

“No, no. Looks nice there!”

“A lot of fresh air and trees. Sam says it’s good for the soul.”

“He’s right. Anyway - here, let me turn my video around. Look! Your daughter’s new favourite place to nap - above my kitchen cabinets.”

“Alpine, you daredevil.”

“I am a tiny bit concerned she’ll try to leap up on the bookcase next.”

“Good thing we anchored those to the walls.”

“She’s been an angel otherwise, minus her late night running. How has your week been though? Relaxing, I hope..”

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Haley (8:05PM): bad news Haley (8:05PM): your daughter may be a future arsonist Bucky (8:09PM): ??? Haley (8:11PM): all I wanted was a nice calm relaxing bath but apparently candles are not kitten proof Haley (8:11PM): I promise she still has all her whiskers Haley (8:15PM): [IMG_3399]

Bucky’s eyes blew wide open as he loaded the photo Haley had sent him. They had been in touch all week as she provided updates about Alpine, which were mostly positive outside of a plant that didn’t survive a fall from Haley’s window ledge.

And Bucky would be lying if he didn’t admit to how much he enjoyed the little updates and check-ins about how his trip was going. He had even sent Haley a selfie of his own, plus a picture of Sam laying on the ground, flipping off Bucky’s camera, after some training had gone awry.

This photo though, of Alpine sitting on the outside of Haley’s bathtub, felt a bit different. Sure, the main focus of the camera was definitely not supposed to be the exposed parts of Haley’s legs in the water, surrounded by soft bubbles and the light coming from candles sitting precariously on the outside ledge. Bucky was supposed to be looking at his little trouble maker of a cat, who was in the middle of extending a paw to swipe the flickering flame from one of the candles.

Yes, he was definitely looking at Alpine and not immediately thinking about Haley’s legs.

“Sarah?” Bucky finally glanced up from his phone, pushing his tongue across his lips as he searched for a second opinion. “I’ve got a real world question for you. About dating and, uh, women.”

One of Bucky’s favourite parts of their evenings in Delacroix was after dinner, when he and Sarah and sometimes Sam, took to the porch. Sometimes they’d chat, other times they’d read in silence together. This time was the latter. 

Bucky looked over from his chair and caught Sarah’s curious eyebrow raise as she put her book down. Bucky was grateful Sam was inside watching a movie with his nephews at that moment.

“Oh, I love these.” Sarah moved slightly in her own seat on the porch swing, adjusting the blanket and folding her hands in her lap. “Go ahead.”

Bucky rubbed his jaw, glanced at his phone one more time then brought his attention back to Sarah. “It’s Haley related.”

Sarah nodded, doing her best to remain neutral although they had talked about Bucky’s friend before. “Sure, Haley - your friend with whom your friendship is completely platonic. Right.”

“She just sent me a photo of Alpine but she was in it too, in her bathtub.”

“In her bathtub?” Sarah repeated, making sure she heard that properly. “Like, in a bath. Naked.”

“Yeah.” When Sarah’s eyebrows went up, Bucky backtracked. “No, not like that. It was just her legs. But does that mean something?”

Sarah let out a long breath, tipping her head from side to side as she thought. “Well, I’m not much for sending photos to any man. Because ya’ll never deserve it. But, I don’t know. Is your conversation ever flirty?”

“I have no idea,” Bucky rolled his eyes, reaching for his phone and scrolling through his conversation with Haley. It was always friendly, if a little sparse on his side of things. Although he would admit that the last week since he’d been gone, they’d talked a lot more. And sometimes late at night. But what made a conversation flirty? The time it occurred? The tone?

“Listen, I don’t know Haley. But she could have probably sent that photo without her legs.. That’s all I’m saying. Maybe she’s testing the waters, to see how you’ll react.”

“And how am I supposed to react?”

“You tell me,” Sarah tipped her head to the side and studied him for another moment. “Are you interested in her that way? Do you have feelings for her?”

He tossed his phone onto the small table beside him and sighed. “I.. I don’t know.” Rediscovering his emotions had been a huge learning curve and it was still an ongoing struggle. Every single part of his being had been suppressed without his consent for decades and even now sometimes Bucky couldn’t tell the difference between what frustration felt like and what rage felt like. His spectrum was nearly impossible to understand on his best days and when he let himself even consider some of his feelings, it was an easy spiral into a lot of very dark thoughts. “I really don’t know.”

“If you were any other person in the world, I wouldn’t believe that for a second.” Sarah reached her hand across to grab one of his, giving him a gentle squeeze. “But I can’t imagine these things are fun to sort through for you. Maybe you just need to sit with it.”

“Haley is..” Bucky shook his head, indulging in the comforting touch from Sarah. “She’s one of my closest friends. That’s, uhm, important to me. Really important.”

Sarah let out a quiet laugh and nodded, squeezing his hand once more before releasing it. “Joel.. my Joel, we were friends first. For a long time before we figured it out. Sit with it, Bucky.”

 ---

Bucky was trying to ignore the pang of disappointment in his stomach when he headed to Haley’s. Given that she hadn’t responded to any of his messages, he assumed she wasn’t home and he’d be letting himself in to retrieve Alpine. 

It was strange - when he left for New Orleans, he hadn’t anticipated so much time to reflect. Despite Sam telling him it was supposed to be a vacation, Bucky hadn’t been prepared for free time with all his thoughts. But now, coming back to the city, he felt he had a changed perspective. His late night discussions with Sarah had been both beneficial and a bit of a hindrance, too.

He was really looking forward to catching up with Haley, though - that he knew for sure.

Using the key she had given him, Bucky let himself into her apartment building and headed upstairs. He checked his phone once more and sent her a quick message that he was letting himself in. He followed up with an additional ‘thank you’ text as he twisted the key into her apartment door.

A strange comfort came over him as he walked into Haley’s home. It felt so familiar in a way and he vowed to let himself unpack just what that meant. As the door shut behind him, he peered around the living room, searching for his cat. 

Bucky let out a low whistle. “Alpine?”

His eyes darted around the room - he had assumed Haley was at work, but seeing her laptop closed on the kitchen island and a leftover cup of tea on the counter, sitting beside her phone, clearly he had assumed incorrectly.

When he spotted Alpine mewling outside the bathroom door, his feeling of comfort quickly switched to something more awkward. Maybe he shouldn’t have just walked in without confirming she was home, especially if she was going to come out of the bathroom and just see him and -

He stopped his train of thoughts. There was no light on in the bathroom. And was that whimpering? It sounded… painful.

“Haley?” He took a step closer towards the door, taking in a sharp breath as he peered inside. “Jesus - Haley!”

He tried not to think the worst and prayed he wasn’t overstepping when it came to her privacy as he rushed towards her. Inside the bathroom, under the broken stream of sunlight coming in from the rest of the apartment, he found Haley curled up on the ground in a pair of leggings and a big sweatshirt. Halfway between her toilet and bathtub, she had a towel folded up under her head and half of a blanket draped over her body. The other part of her comforter was resting inside the bathtub.

“Hales - what’s going on? Are you hurt?”

Bucky crouched down, politely encouraging Alpine to stay outside the doorway. As was a given for most New York apartments, the bathroom was cramped. He extended out his hand and placed it gently on Haley’s shin.

“My whole body hurts..” Her voice was barely audible. “I think maybe… there’s this flu going around the office and..” 

He sucked in a breath. “Shit. Okay. Are you throwing up? Is that why you’ve made a bed on the floor here?”

Haley just shrugged in response, eyes closed tight. “I did, once. Tried to wash my comforter, sort of just stayed here..”

Bucky took a very brief moment to pause, dragging his hand across his jaw before taking action. When he considered his scrambled memories of the past, suddenly something came forward that hadn’t crossed his mind in years. 

Steve, his Steve. Curled up in bed, with faulty lungs and an immune system working against him. The same sting took over in his heart as he watched Haley, suffering alone and if he could place a bet, any moment she was going to dismiss him again and -

“Bucky, I’m fine.” He watched as she slowly pushed herself up to sit, leaning her back against the side of her bathtub. “I think I just need to ride this out..”

“Haley,” Bucky shuffled forward, just barely, scanning over her drooping eyelids. Hesitantly, he reached out a hand to press against her forehead. Shit. “You’re burning hot.”

Way too hot.

“I’ll be fine,” she repeated quietly, bringing her hand up to reach for her throat. “Feels sort of like..a knife..”

Okay, Bucky needed to act much more quickly now. “C’mon, maybe we need to go to urgent care or-”

“No, no.” She shook her head, pushing Bucky’s hands away. “I don’t need that.”

“Haley, if your fever is-”

“My deductible is huge. And urgent care is for emergencies.. I’m fine.” Her head lolled to the side and Bucky didn’t hide his baffled laughter.

He sat back on his knees. “How long have you had a fever?”

“Since this morningish.” She shrugged but raised a hand gingerly, motioning to her bathroom counter. “I think it’s getting better..”

Reluctantly Bucky took his eyes off her and sat up enough to see what she was pointing at. On top of her sink sat a scrap of paper, alongside a pen and thermometer. Of course Haley had been diligently tracking her own fever. He sighed, scanning over the numbers she had written down hourly. She never got to a critical temperature but that didn’t make him feel any better about her current state.

“Have you taken anything?” Bucky continued as he rinsed off her thermometer, turning to her again and waiting while she answered.

“Tylenol, a few hours ago. Don’t have any left..”

Bucky nodded then proceeded to urge the thermometer under her tongue, despite her ongoing dismissals that she was okay and he didn’t need to stay. 

He took in another long breath as it beeped, displaying a number that wasn’t any higher than she had written down earlier. He extended his left hand out and brushed it across her forehead, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly as she let out a relieved whimper at the cool touch.

“Bucky..” Haley closed her eyes and took a deep breath, or tried to. “You don’t have to do this, okay? I’ll be okay by tomorrow.”

He tried to stop his annoyed huff from escaping but Bucky felt his patience dwindling. “Why are you pushing me away? I’m trying to help.”

She squeaked out a laugh. “I called Alex and he sent me to voicemail. And god, when I called my mom - she told me..” 

“Hales, look at me.”

Haley opened one of her eyes, swallowing hard. “Okay..”

“You’ve gotta let me take care of you. Please. I’m on my knees here, begging. I want to help.”

 ---

Haley felt it coming on all week. The fatigue had crept up slowly, the growing aches throughout her body much quicker. And by that Friday morning, it was as if she had been hit by a freight train.

After her early morning team meeting, her teammate Lindsay had messaged her and immediately told her to log off because Haley ‘looked like shit’. Which, although a bit too aggressive for Haley’s liking, did help her turn her computer off quickly. And then she mostly just slept, hot then cold, cold, cold. She tried to sip on tea but it had been difficult to finish, with her sleepy eyes and sore throat.

Alpine, cute as a button, had stayed by her side the whole time. Haley had appreciated having the feline as company all week and giving Bucky updates had been fun and almost flirty at times, too. Truthfully, she wasn’t sure what to do about that and her growing, conflicting feelings so she kept them at bay as much as possible.

She had been fully planning on being at work in the office when Bucky came to collect his fluffy white child, too. Instead, though, she was struggling to stay awake and upright and couldn’t even imagine Bucky seeing her in that state.

And then, well, he went ahead and showed up at her apartment. She couldn’t fault him, of course. He had returned from his New Orleans trip and had every right to come collect his cat, especially because he assumed Haley was going to be at work. She just wished he hadn’t showed up after she had decided to make basecamp in her bathroom while trying to clean up her comforter.

But when Bucky offered to take care of her, Haley thought she’d be overwhelmed with shame and embarrassment. Instead though, a rush of good feelings washed over her instead. Safety, comfort, protection. 

Before she could even keep trying to protest, Bucky had helped her up off the floor and immediately ushered her back to bed. He pulled the soft blankets off her couch and tucked her beneath them, with a cold cloth resting against her forehead.

“I’m going to run to the pharmacy, okay? I’ll be right back.” Bucky left her phone on the side table, urging her to call him if she needed anything. Alpine curled up against Haley’s legs.

“Keep an eye on her, okay Al?” 

Haley dozed off quickly after he departed and it seemed like barely a moment had passed before he was back in her bedroom, stirring her awake with a sea of apologies. He had returned to her with an overflowing bag of supplies, rattling on quietly about all the things the pharmacist had recommended. 

After she swallowed down a few pills and shed a few additional tears choking on a disgusting syrupy formula, Bucky left her to sleep once more, not before replacing her cloth with a refreshing cold compress. 

“Just rest, Hales. You’ll feel better soon, I promise..”

Thankfully, whatever combination Bucky had administered to her had knocked Haley out - and it seemed like her body really needed it. When she finally woke up again, her head did not feel as heavy and swallowing already felt like a much more normal task. As she sat up in bed, she glanced around the room. It was dark - her curtains were still open and the city lights were spilling in. Across the room, the French doors separating her bedroom from the rest of her apartment were cracked open. Her living room lamps were glowing and she could hear some quiet footsteps coming towards her.

Bucky appeared at the door, pushing one side open gently. “Hey - you’re awake. How are you feeling?”

Haley nodded, barely. “You.. you stayed.”

“Of course I stayed.” In a few strides he came in and took a cautious seat at the end of her bed. There was a kitchen towel resting on his shoulder. It made Haley’s chest swirl.

“I’m feeling better, I think.” She shrugged, desperately trying to dismiss the rush of domestic thoughts coming to her mind. “I think I have like ten percent of my energy back.”

A slow relieved sigh escaped Bucky’s lips. “I’m happy to hear that. Apparently this flu has been going around and really doing numbers on people, says the pharmacist I talked to earlier at least. They said by around 48 hours you should be –”

“Wait, Bucky. I’m probably contagious - are you okay with that? I might have immediately passed along my germs and..”

“I was cursed with a very good immune system,” he said simply, resting his hand on her leg. “Don’t worry about me.”

Her lips curled into a small smile. “I think I want to try and have a shower.”

Bucky waited and made sure she could get herself out of bed without collapsing then let her continue on her own, though he did awkwardly offer his assistance if she might need it. Haley tried to ignore whatever that might mean, instead just indulging in the warm water and letting the stream drown out the rest of her thoughts.

God, what a week it had been. She wasn’t entirely sure what had flipped the switch in her but it seemed that all of a sudden, Bucky’s presence in her life was causing her heart to stir. If she had to pinpoint the catalyst, she could blame it on Dani, her closest friend from work. Ever since Haley had brought Sam and Bucky out to the bar weeks ago, Dani had been in her ear about Haley’s friendship with Bucky. And when Dani found out they technically met on a weird non-date at the bar, she had even more questions that Haley couldn’t answer.

Bucky was her best friend, was all Haley could insist. And she tried so hard to leave it at that.

Then, well, this whole flu thing had happened and it was mucking everything up. Haley wasn’t mad Bucky was taking care of her - in fact, she was grateful. But it wasn’t making anything clearer for her.

When she got out of the shower and had changed into a fresh pair of pajamas, Haley finally emerged from the bathroom and found Bucky working in her kitchen. He was standing at the stove, singing something quietly to himself as he stirred a pot of - was that soup?

“Sarah sent me her healing chicken soup recipe - apparently it’s a cure for most ailments,” Bucky rolled his eyes but couldn’t mask his smirk. “If you think you could eat something.”

“I could try,” Haley nodded, sliding into one of the stools at her small island. She sipped the warm broth mostly, indulging in the fresh ginger taste and feeling almost excited that her appetite was slowly returning. 

Bucky leaned forward across from her, studying her before pressing a palm against her forehead. “I think maybe your fever broke.”

Haley smirked. “See? I told you I’d be okay.”

“Yeah, yeah. Finish your soup, Fisher.”

---

After they ate, Bucky suggested watching a movie but Haley argued she wouldn’t be able to focus. She still felt tired but was fighting it off. Instead, they just set up camp on the couch. 

Alpine perched at the window between the bookcases, watching the world below. Bucky retrieved Haley’s now clean comforter from the dryer down the hall and returned the other blankets to the couch, then dropped onto it.

It happened so organically - the way Haley grabbed the closest pillow from the couch and placed it against Bucky’s hip, laying down and resting her head in his lap as she pulled a blanket over her body. Bucky didn’t question it. And when he adjusted his arm, reaching out to rest it against her side then moving up to run his fingers through her hair, there was no protest from Haley.

Haley relaxed. Bucky settled. 

They sat together, quiet. Eventually, Bucky picked up the book he had been reading and used one hand to prop it open and flip through the pages while Haley rested.

When her breathing picked up and he heard a quiet sniffle, Bucky stilled. “Hales?”

“I called my mom earlier. Because when you’re sick, you just want someone to help, right? I figured my mom would.. I know she doesn’t live here but god forbid she tries and offers me comfort. Do you know what she told me?” Haley choked out a laugh, pressing herself further against Bucky. “She said to look on the bright side, because the last time she had a stomach bug she lost eight and a half pounds.” 

Bucky’s hand clamped around the book as he took in a sharp breath. “Haley, I’ve gotta say it - your mom sounds really unpleasant.”

Haley reached her arm up and clutched onto Bucky’s leg. “Yeah, that’s a fair descriptor. Her idea of what makes someone valuable though.. I don’t know, it’s pretty broken. I know she loves me but sometimes it feels like she’d like me more if I was.. less.” 

Bucky moved his hand from the crown of Haley’s head to rub her back. “You don’t deserve that.” The longer it took Haley to reply, the more anxious Bucky grew. And then, he felt her let out a long breath.

“Thank you for taking care of me, Bucky.”

Bucky let his hand draw circles and shapes against Haley’s back until she fell asleep on him, although he worried she’d wake up with a kink in her neck. Selfishly, he didn’t want to encourage her back to bed - because he liked the warmth of her presence, of her body at his side. 

It was dangerous territory - the way an unexpected sense of intimacy had taken over their moment. But Bucky was putting into practice what Sarah had suggested, sitting with his feelings, trying to figure them out. 

He had an answer now to Sarah’s big question. Did he have feelings for Haley? Yes. But what made it even worse is that he had no fucking clue what to do about it.

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thank you again for reading! I’d love to hear your thoughts if you enjoyed this chapter. up next: adventures in online dating, again.

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[ericac318]

Agents in Love

Summary:

Agent Everett Ross is trying to juggle dating a fellow agent and taking on the Avengers. Can he handle it all? Secret romances are hard to keep quiet when so many things are up in the air

A/N: I’ve had this in my drafts forever and I decided it was time to post. I have more of the story mapped out so if you think I should continue, let me know :) It could just as easily stay a one-shot.

Chapter 1

Agent Rylan Blake drove her Auudi into the tunnel, speeding between lanes, in pursuit of Captain America, the Falcon, and the Winter Soldier. She noticed another person in a costume appearing to be chasing them as well.

She turned on her comm, “Blake to Ross,” she rushed, her speech only fast because of the speeds she was driving.

Ross replied, knowing she was only on his channel and not public, “Yes Gorgeous?”

She smirked at his reply, “Do you know who the guy in the catsuit is?” she asked, unable to suppress her smile from him using her pet name over comms.

There was silence as Ross looked over the information and the traffic cams for a view of the person she was talking about. Finally, he returned, “I’m not sure, but we’ll arrest him too. Are you closing in?”

Rylan was about to respond when she noticed the Winter Soldier throw something onto the tunnel’s roof, and she floored the gas pedal to get through, “I’ll have to get back to you,” she rushed to Ross, disconnecting the phone just as Ross heard the sound of stone collapsing.

He moved to the monitors and watched as some of them came through, safely, before the tunnel collapse blocked the exit completely. He breathed a sigh of relief, running his hand over his forehead when Rylan got out of her car, gun raised.

“Cap, don’t make this worse,” she ordered as War Machine landed, his weapons raised as well.

The heroes put their hands in the air, including the cat, but he used his hands to remove his mask revealing himself as King T’Challa of Wakanda.

“Your Highness,” Rylan said with a respectful nod as the other agents surrounded the group and began loading them into vehicles in order to go back to the office. “Did you see that?” Rylan said softly into her comm.

“Yes, and I’m just as surprised as you are,” Ross replied, “Hurry back.”

Rylan arrived to see Ross and Carter waiting on them with a handful of armed agents behind them. She escorted Sam and Steve out of their vehicle and brought them before Ross, doing her best to hold back the smile she wanted to share with him.

“Where are you taking him?” Steve asked as they saw the Winter Soldier in almost a cage, being taken in a different direction than the one they were heading toward.

Everett replied, his tone confident, as always, “Same thing that ought to happen to you. Psychological evaluation and then extradition.” Ross began to guide them through the facility, “You will be given an office. Try to stay in it,” he added as they reached Tony Stark causing Everett and Rylan to be separated from the rest of the group for a moment, alone.

“Are you alright?” Everett asked as he ushered her to a quiet, unseen, corner within the operations room. He placed his hand on her face, looking her over for injuries.

Rylan took his hands in her own, shaking her head, “I’m ok. You don’t usually get this worked up when I’m in field action,” she commented, wondering what caused the change.

“You’re not usually facing members of the Avengers,” he replied, moving in closer, his hand on the side of her face as he leaned in and met her lips with his own, deepening the kiss almost as quickly as he initiated it.

Rylan moaned into his mouth as she felt his other hand roam her body as hers made a more deliberate journey. She undid his belt, watching his eyes widen as he broke the kiss to look at her inquisitively. “We’re not behind closed doors,” he breathed as she reached into his briefs, her other hand moving to the back of his neck, holding him close to her body.

“We’re spies, aren’t we?” she whispered as she began to rub with her hand up and down, listening to his breaths slow with each touch, stopping his objection instantly. “Is this ok? Not so tough now, are you?” she asked, her tone low as she put her cheek against his, the full effect of his breathing and holding back moans, right in her ear.

“You have me at a slight disadvantage,” he panted before letting a groan escape his lips as her hand moved up into his hair while she continued what she was doing. He moved his head back just slightly, still within her grasp, leaning forward to kiss her but she moved her lips just as he was inches from them, “Not just yet,” she teased, quickening her motions down below, smiling as he gasped from her hand.

Rylan was suddenly distracted when the lights in the room went out, emergency power kicking in. She pulled her hand away, the noise in the room covering the frustrated groan Everett released while putting himself back together.

“I’ll make up for that later,” she winked as they rejoined the rest of the agents to evaluate the situation.

“Sir, the prisoner has been...triggered,” one of the men began to explain as Rylan noticed Steve and Sam were no longer in the room.

Rylan looked at Everett, “I don’t think that psychiatrist was the real deal. Do you want me here or in the fight?” she asked, awaiting her orders though she saw his face was still stuck in a look of frustration.

He looked at her, their eyes meeting, “Stay by my side, Agent Blake. You can help me keep things under control,” he ordered, his eyes showing his true motives. Everett knew she liked to be in the action and this was his way of getting back at her for what she did, moments ago.

Rylan wasn’t going to let him have the win as she replied, maintaining eye contact, “Of course, Sir.”

“Are we sure we have the real criminal this time?” Rylan asked, following Everett to the interrogation room.

Ross looked back at her, a small smile greeting her, as he nodded, “Yes, we do. This man posed as Barnes to get him in custody so he could turn him back into an assassin and break up the Avengers,” he explained, “He may have succeeded.”

Ryan shook her head, “They’ll join forces again if the world needs them to,” she replied optimistically as they reached the room where the prisoner was being held just behind the walls, with one mirror to watch through.

The other agents continued forward, but Rylan grasped Everett’s wrist to hold him back just slightly from the others, “What is it?” he asked, his tone a mix of surprised and concern.

She grinned at him, her index finger resting between her lips, barely. “Are you going to be the one to question him and tell him what’s going to happen now that he’s here?” she asked.

He placed his hand on her hip, discreetly and able to be removed if someone backtracked, “It will be me, why? Were you hoping to do it?” he asked, pressing his fingertips into her hip as he spoke.

Her eyes glanced down at his hand before flashing back up to meet his, “No, not at all,” she whispered, “I was asking because I like when you do it. I hope we get some time alone when you’re done with him,” she added, placing her fingers between the buttons of his shirt, grazing his undershirt. He was so sensitive to her touch, still, after a year and a half together, that a small touch was all she needed. “Sometimes, I wish we didn’t have to hide in dark corners all the time, but even if we were public, we’d have to remain professional,” she taunted, her own heartbeat picking up the pace from their exchange.

“I promise we will go to your place as soon as I give him the lowdown on his future,” he almost growled from his throat, “Until then, don’t get started without me.”

“In front of all these people?” she asked innocently, “I’d rather wait for you…”

Everett smiled down at her, his expression changing to a tender look of affection, as he quickly placed a kiss on her forehead, “I’ll be as quick as I can, Gorgeous.”

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[b0ndagebunni]

g’day g’day, i’m nico! feel free to call me b0ndage bunny, b0nbun, etc.

i use she/her, they/them and he/him. i am an 18-year-old, fresh out of high school who needs an outlet. what better than the cursed place to speak my mind.

⊰ i am ⊱

lover of all things horror

animal lover

recovering (???) emo kid

popcorn sommelier

anime appreciator

shy but, lies about it

crybaby

⊰ i love ⊱

bass in songs, slow flashing lights, early morning jams, lake fog, freshly put out candles, cold bedsheets, story-based games, the moon, cowboys, werewolves + dungeons & dragons

⊰ i hate ⊱

writer’s block, lack of inspiration, depression, everything (???), tomatoes

⊰ my harem ⊱

dean winchester, deigo hargreeves, bigby wolf, leon s. kennedy, bucky barnes + ghostface

⊰ my twins ⊱

dabi, kenma, hinata, shoto, kaminari, shinsou

⊰ fun facts ⊱

i have watched the entirety of a serbian film, not alone and a night.

i nearly did not finish the film not due to it’s typical gore and disturbing nature but, the vomit in one throwaway scene. i also began to cry as my friend (he also suggested the film) laughed at me.

i broke my hand right before prom.

i once had a stomach bug and kept myself well enough to finish an episode of the Falcon and the Winter Soldier.

first anime i ever watched was black butler, my cousin was rewatching it, and it was the infamous corset scene. the second time was the pluto one.

my writing is for mainly 18+ crowds, this is due to specific themes i would not like to show to younger audiences. most of these are just for myself—ramblings i need to empty before they suffocate me. this is a side project.

⊰ - ⊱

join me in my masochistic walk through my abusive pysche.

[intrepidacious]

I posted 1,534 times in 2022

That's 1,357 more posts than 2021!

376 posts created (25%)

1,158 posts reblogged (75%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 1,534 of my posts in 2022

#nika reads - 585 posts

#bucky barnes x reader - 381 posts

#nika replies - 371 posts

#inbox - 297 posts

#tiff 🌤 - 116 posts

#time after time - 116 posts

#ren 🐝 - 99 posts

#steve rogers x reader - 96 posts

#bookmarked - 84 posts

#sleepover time - 74 posts

Longest Tag: 129 characters

#please reblog if you liked this whatsoever :') i'm queuing my replies so i don't clog your dashes but like. i worked hard on this

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

time after time - masterlist

summary: After what starts out as a fairly normal mission, you find yourself stuck in a time loop. Which would already be bad enough in itself if it didn’t also mean having to watch Bucky die over and over again.

pairing: bucky barnes x time witch!reader

series word count: 47.7k+

warnings: f!reader; more or less canon compliant; time loops, canon typical violence, repeated major character death (in a russian doll/supernatural's mystery spot sort of way); slow burn, mutual annoyance to reluctant friends to lovers; negative self-talk; just a lot of angst (but with an eventual happy ending i promise!!)

this series is set after the events of the falcon and the winter soldier and will include spoilers for marvel projects up to and including multiverse of madness

a/n: welcome to the fic i've been thinking about for almost a year!! i am beyond excited and terrified to finally start sharing this. if you want to get notified whenever i post a new chapter, you can follow @intrepidacious-fics and turn on notifications or follow along on my ao3 💚

please mind that my blog is 18+ only, minors and ageless accounts will be blocked

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303 notes - Posted January 16, 2022

#4

set me free

summary: Once upon a time, a soldier fell from a train. Thankfully, this time, he is found by gentle hands, and a beautiful voice keeps him safe from the cold.

pairing: bucky barnes x nymph!reader

word count: 6.4k

warnings: bucky dealing with the loss of his arm; a pinch of angst for flavour; reader is perceived as female by men in the forties, but what does that really tell us?

a/n: hi. i really like this one. it combines two of my favourite things, fairy tales and 40s!bucky 😌 title is from the song her voice from the little mermaid musical <3

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358 notes - Posted May 18, 2022

#3

moving on

summary: He gets caught up in the lines and the streak of sunshine on your skin, until you catch him staring and raise a questioning eyebrow, so he looks away, reluctantly, unable to hide the small grin that appears on his face.

pairing: steve rogers x reader

word count: 6k

warnings: friends to lovers fluff, a pinch of angst for spice, heavily leaning into the fact that steve can draw and yes that’s a warning, canon compliant apart from. ya know. the moon stuff

a/n: i've been coping with the passing of stephen sondheim last november by listening to sunday in the park with george nonstop ever since. writing this was basically a love letter to that show and maybe the most cathartic thing i’ve ever done.

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396 notes - Posted January 11, 2022

#2

Build a blurb hehehe! 🩹 tending to each other's wounds, 🚪 showing up at the other's door, begging for comfort, 🍯 friends to lovers, 🔥 slow burn - Enjoy >:3

heal me, baby

summary: Your friendship starts with you cleaning up his wounds and Bucky paying to get the blood stains out of your couch. Something else starts, too.

pairing: bucky barnes x nurse!reader

word count: 2.6k

warnings: canon typical violence, some fluff, s.h.i.e.l.d. still exists AU, protective bucky strikes again

a/n: lisha heard me request prompts to write something short and decided to go with slow burn. thanks for that, love. happy easter and joyous pesach to those of you who celebrate, i hope you're all well <3

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466 notes - Posted April 17, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

not even a little

summary: The problem of living with Bucky is that he makes it impossible not to fall in love with him. Even though you could list several hundred reasons why it’s a bad idea. And you have.

pairing: roommate!bucky barnes x reader

word count: 5.7k

warnings: pining idiots in love, slightly questionable roomie behaviour, simultaneously the softest and cockiest bucky i've written so far, blink and you miss it throwing shade at iron fist

a/n: this is my very late submission for kathie's (@pellucid-constellations) love letters writing challenge <3 thank you for this lovely idea, writing this was a challenge indeed but that is, as they say, a me problem. also huge shoutout to @barnesafterglow and @sweetascanbee, this really and truly would still not be done without you. love you both 💛

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852 notes - Posted April 7, 2022

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#nika rambles #THIS IS SO LATE BUT IT WOULDN'T LOAD FOR DAYS #not a whole lot of surprises there but yay tat made it to the top five <3 #and moving on as second runner-up aaahh!! #love y'all

[ace-oreos]

James B. Barnes and the Complicated Art of Being a Person Ch. 1

My first venture into Marvel fanfic cross-posted from Ao3. Post-Endgame, pre-The Falcon and the Winter Soldier era Bucky coming to terms with everything that's happened since Civil War.

Bucky Barnes has the chance to start over.

Except he isn't starting over, not really. This is more of a... a retake. A correction. A chance to pick up where he left off, back in 1945. Only the Brooklyn of the twenty-first century isn't the Brooklyn he remembers, and there's no Steve Rogers here to keep him on track. Nothing is anywhere close to how it used to be.

But there's no Winter Soldier, either. Which means Bucky might actually have a chance to make a life for himself.

Right?

Bucky wakes up a few minutes shy of seven o’clock and does his best not to think day one.

Day one of what, anyways? Rejoining society would probably be the nice way of putting it. Trying to act like a normal human would be the more accurate summary. 

A voice that sounds an awful lot like Steve reminds him that in the twenty-first century, he’s about as normal as anyone. A voice that sounds more like his own overrides and points out that normal people generally don’t have to be formally pardoned by the government of the United States for crimes committed as an unwilling weapon that spanned across decades.

He grits his teeth and swings himself out of bed. He’s got nothing better to do now that he doesn’t have to spend his days hiding from SHIELD and HYDRA and God knows who else, so he may as well try to do the thing right. 

The problem is, Bucky thinks as he slowly draws on a pair of too-stiff jeans, he doesn’t know where to begin. He has a vague memory of how this dance goes - put on a pot of coffee, open the curtains, drink some juice if you were the lucky sort who could afford that kind of thing - but he’s reasonably certain that things look a little different now that it isn’t 1945. 

But he puts the coffee on anyway. Normal. 

It isn’t all that good. He makes a mental note to buy sugar. It’s the kind of thing people these days can purchase in abundance and just have on hand. It’s a small thing to get hung up on, but it still strikes him as overly indulgent. 

This probably isn’t a normal line of thinking. He suspects things like rationing sugar is something of the past. 

(Later, he’s faintly alarmed to see that the grocery store a few blocks over offers brown and white sugar in ten pound bags, along with things masquerading as sugar that probably have a chemical content to rival his own, back when HYDRA used him as a guinea pig for all sorts of nasty cocktails.)

Bucky makes it to lunchtime without incident. Here, however, he encounters another stumbling block: choosing what to eat. He hovers between throwing something together with the simple things stocked in his fridge and braving speaking to someone over the phone for takeout. 

The whole debate takes up more than its fair share of time and leaves him feeling vaguely drained. In the end, he decides it’s simpler to wait until dinnertime. He’ll face the same issue, of course, but at least he can put it off for a few hours this way.

Pushing off something so deceptively simple is probably another mark of how poorly prepared he is to assimilate with modern society - or however the hell the SHIELD bigwigs had put it. He’s forced to admit that they’re probably not wrong on some fronts, but if they only knew what - 

It takes conscious effort to stop himself from continuing down that line of thought. He’s bought himself a few hours before he has to make any decisions, which leaves him time to… 

God, he doesn’t know. This civilian thing is harder than anyone let on. This realization only serves to aggravate him, so he spends some time pacing, trying to find an outlet for the frustration bubbling in his chest. 

This was a bad idea. The whole thing. How the fuck is he supposed to seamlessly integrate into the twenty-first century when his brain is so fucked up that it shuts down when he has to choose what he wants for lunch? 

“Fuck,” he mutters out loud. For all that he’d been desperate for any measure of freedom, he’s starting to think it isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be. 

By late afternoon the restlessness still hasn’t abated. He winds up outside, wandering aimlessly through the streets of Brooklyn. It bears little resemblance to the city that haunts his dreams. It was stupid to think it would remain the same after all these years, but he can’t help feeling that it’s another insult to injury. 

Bucky watches the people around him go about their day. He has the distinct, disconcerting sensation that he’s observing the world from afar. He’s so out of place here it’s almost laughable. Never mind the fact that he’s standing here in 2024, a little worse for the wear but not too shabby considering he was born in 1917; he hasn’t the faintest clue how to bridge the painfully obvious divide between him and… everyone else. 

He’s acquired a phone since being pardoned. Carrying a little box with its incessant chimes and chirps in his pocket is normal, according to Sam Wilson. Bucky had bought the stupid thing primarily to get Wilson to shut up about how he should take advantage of modern communication. 

Unfortunately, however, Wilson had taken this as an indication that he’s welcome to text Bucky. Regularly. Usually nothing more than a hey man, just checking in type deal, but Bucky doesn’t remember the man being designated as his personal link to the outside world.

Then again, there’s a lot Bucky doesn’t remember. 

It’s like this, he thinks in response to the normal people around him. I got taken prisoner by HYDRA - yeah, those quack terrorists you read about on your phones - which are stupid, by the way, why the fuck do you need your own computer, travel sized for your convenience - and their idea of fun was zapping my brain into scrambled shit. Oh, sorry. Too much? 

God, he’s a wreck. 

He wonders what Steve would say. Probably a reminder that none of it was his choice - an easy out Bucky doesn’t deserve - and to give it time. 

(But in the end, even Steve Rogers couldn't wait anymore.) 

He’d probably jostle Bucky’s shoulder in the way he always did when they were kids, even though his shoulders jutted out too sharply and he was a good half head shorter than Bucky. He’d been… he was irrepressible, that scrawny kid from Brooklyn.

Bucky misses him. 

It’s a pathetic understatement. Missing him would be if Steve had moved away. Maybe a few states over, nothing more, but close enough to stay in touch. Missing him would be if he went on - on vacation or something mundane like that. This is something more. Personal, heavier, emptier. 

But Bucky knows why he did it. More than anyone, Steve Rogers deserved to live the life he’d always wanted. The world could get by without Captain America. 

The same does not necessarily hold true for Bucky Barnes. In the past, if Steve was happy, he was happy. And if Bucky was happy, so was Steve. But now? Take Steve out of the equation, and Bucky is… lost. 

The watch on his wrist beeps to notify him that another hour has slid by without him noticing. He’s gotta find a way to turn that off before the sound drives him mad. 

To his dismay, it’s now 6:00. Dinnertime, by most reasonable standards. Which puts him back at square one. He’s not ready to subject himself to the stares and whispers that will inevitably accompany an excursion to a restaurant. He’s got a few rudimentary things  back home that have somehow found their way into his apartment. Sam maintains his innocence on this front.

Bucky isn’t sure he feels up to venturing into a grocery store again. Nothing had happened this morning to put him off it, but the possibility of something happening is enough to give him pause. 

Does that mean he’s a coward? Hmm. The implications of that don’t sit well at all. 

Sighing, Bucky turns toward the home that isn’t really home in a city that used to be his. Even Wakanda had felt more like home than this. They’d been kind to him, the Wakandans, despite having no reason to be. He still can’t quite wrap his head around that one, but King T’Challa had assured him that all was well. All thanks to Steve, no doubt. 

I have to repay him somehow. 

This time Bucky knows precisely what Steve would say to that. You don’t owe anyone, Buck. It’s the least I could do. ‘Cos I’m with you til - 

Well. At any rate, the least is pretty big in Bucky’s book. But that was Steve all over; give an undeserving man his life back and brush off thanks like it was an average Tuesday. He was good in an uncomplicated way that makes Bucky’s stomach twist. 

Bucky makes it back to his apartment to discover a frozen pizza sitting in his freezer among the somewhat disjointed spread provided by Sam. It’s nothing remarkable, but it’s food. Seventy percent of a dinner at least. 

He then spends several minutes trying to unwrap the stupid pizza from several layers of plastic without destroying the damn thing. God, people in this century don’t know how to manage their resources properly. He shoves it in the oven before it falls apart in his hands and slams the door shut with the acute impression that this is a physical representation of how he’s dealing with his problems. 

Normal people definitely don’t project onto shitty pizza from the neighborhood grocery. Bucky chalks it up to another defect and picks up the phone that’s been abandoned on his countertop all day. There’s a notification about some celebrity kissing another, some sort of update that apparently has to be installed, and a text sent three hours ago from Sam Wilson. 

Haven’t heard from you in a few weeks. Just wanted to make sure you’re all good. 

And above that, another text from Sam, this one two hours and forty-nine minutes old: And no, I’m not doing this because I was told to. You’re a grumpy old cyborg who likes knives a little too much, but you’re still a good guy. 

Bucky spends the next thirteen minutes typing out and erasing an appropriate response. In the end, he’s interrupted by the timer he’d set for the pizza. He hastily taps out a doing fine here and tosses his phone back onto the counter so he can stop the oven’s shrieking. 

The pizza isn’t as terrible as he expected. He eats it on a cheap plastic plate, sitting on the counter because he hasn’t gotten around to buying furniture yet. There’s no response from Sam, so he switches on the television from who-knows-where and puts on a football game without really watching it. 

As the hours tick by, restlessness is creeping in once more. Bucky debates going for a walk and seeing if he can’t find a suitable distraction, but common sense tells him that moving around this late at night would probably raise some alarms back at SHIELD. 

All in all, day one could’ve gone worse. At the very least, he hasn’t given anyone a reason to throw him in prison. But it was still painfully boring.

Give it time, he thinks, trying to emulate Steve. One step at a time. It sounds like something his mother would say, but he can’t be sure since the most he remembers of her is a hazy smile and the way she’d twist her hair into a knot to keep it out of her face.

Bucky glances at his phone one last time before settling in for the night. Nothing from Sam. 

Time, he thinks again. If today was any indication, he now has far too much on his hands. And isn’t that the greatest irony of his life. Fuck, when did things get so complicated? 

He makes it three hours before he jolts awake, sweating and breathing hard. He lays down again, staring at the ceiling until his vision goes fuzzy, and wonders just how complicated this civilian business is meant to be.

#bucky barnes #james buchanan bucky barnes #sam wilson #steve rogers #the winter soldier #captain america #captain america civil war #the falcon and the winter soldier #marvel #fanfic

[holdtightposts]

She completely destroyed the Winter Soldier with words.

#his disbelief was hilarious #to the idiot who said i shouldnt have tagged mackie in this even though mackie is literally in this #your addition is unnecessary and youve been blocked #marvel studios assembled #the falcon and the winter soldier #captain america and the winter soldier #tfaws #caatws #captain america #falcon #sam wilson #anthony mackie #the winter soldier #bucky barnes #sebastian stan #marvel #marvel studios #mcu #disney+

[snarkyship-main]

The Falcon and the Winter Soldier -  Episodes 1-2 SPOILERS under the cut 

Bucky

#tfatws #the falcon and the winter soldier #the falcon and the winter soldier spoilers #sam/bucky #i swear this show is tagged in so many ways #I've put in the filters all the possible acronyms but still I find spoilers on my dashboard #that's why I'll put my stuff under the cut #to spare some poor soul who onyl filtered 'tfatws' and not 'tfws' or 'fws' #or who blocked 'the falcon and the winter soldier' BUT NOT 'falcon and the winter soldier' #flick i know #anyway #GUESS WHAT SCENE I'VE WATCHED MANY MANY TIMES??? #not it's not the roll in the flowers #it'S FRICKING SAM LYING DOWN LIKE ONE OF YOUR FRENCH GIRLS #Mackie you big piece of hot beef #there's a big risk this blog will become a Sam/Bucky shippinghole

[justisco]

TORRES FROM TFATWS IS RUBY’S BROTHER FROM ON MY BLOCK

it was honestly bugging the fuck out of me

#the one who got the white girl pregnant lmaooo #i love him #tfatws #the falcon and the winter soldier #marvel #on my block

[xo-tough-love-xo]

Tumblr still got people not minding their business

#and don’t even write opinions on my gifs which you do if you not supporting #the falcon and winter soldier #I kno many of who y’all are #on my stuff #tfatws #keep your anger some place else #don’t even try comment me neg I’ll jus block #wrote on my police gif I kno u #better get up tight about some real life stuff #I see for a fact that they invested time in that man reason they have issue with him about zemo... helping him beyond therapist level #ayo and Sam went out of their way more than a therapist if that what the worry is #I could definitely see Sam as a therapist with his experience but y’all have fits over tv show opinions #I can say what I want about this show cus they wrote it to imply this mess they made up #lol as person who daily educated in hr and thinks about job experiences and who better qualified for positions lol