#rockstar bucky keeps getting into fights | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

luxeavenger · 3 years

Text

I Spit Diamonds

Backstage Pass Masterlist | Main Masterlist | Ko-fi

Pairings: rockstar!Bucky Barnes x rockstar!Steve Rogers x female!reader

Words: 4023

Summary: Nights with the Howlies can get wild. It's lucky you fit right in.

Warnings: Homophobic slurs, drug use, alcohol use, canon-typical violence, fist fight, semi-public sex, blow job, vaginal fingering, piv sex, anal sex, rough sex, come play/swallowing, spit kink, poly relationship, derogatory language (slut-affectionate), pet names (kitten/princess/pretty girl)

18+ ONLY PLEASE! MINORS DNI. If you hit Keep Reading you agree that you're 18 or older. I do not consent to any part of this work being read by anyone under 18 years of age.

I do not consent to having my work copied, translated, or posted on any other site. The ONLY places my work should appear are@luxeavenger on Tumblr and Ao3

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Please reblog if you enjoy!

“Strike!” Natasha shouts triumphantly.

“Nat, that’s the fourth turn you’ve taken in a row. It was Clint’s turn after the first two balls you threw,” you sigh. “That wasn’t a strike. It was a shitshow.”

“That’s right. A fucking shitshow,” Clint scowls. He’d been winning until Natasha decided she wasn’t okay with losing and started cheating.

You were beginning to think that eating a shitload of edibles and going bowling with Clint and Nat had been a terrible idea. You suspect Scott knew what you were getting yourself into because he disappeared the second he shut the RV’s engine off.

Steve and Bucky asked for some quiet time because they were working on a few new songs Bucky had written lyrics for recently. It’s not exactly something they can do with everyone underfoot.

The bowling alley was gross, it smelled like feet and unwashed ass, and everything had a scummy yellow layer of nicotine all over it. To make matters worse, there was a man a few lanes down from yours that had way too much to drink. He was acting like an asshole, talking too loudly, trying to pick a fight with everyone around him, feeling up the lane server, and just being a prick in general. Even his friends seemed fed up with him.

“Can we just start a new game?” Clint grumbles, pointing at Nat, who is still tossing her bright red ball down the alley, having taken the last three or four turns from you and Clint.

“Yeah honey. We’ll start a new game. I just need to figure out how to get Nat to quit throwing the fucking ball.”

The sound of glass breaking, a scream, and a slap comes from the right, “You ASSHOLE.” It’s the lane server who the drunk dirtbag had been harrassing all night. From the sound of things he’d grabbed her ass one too many times and she’d spilled a whole tray of beer because of it, so she’d slapped him.

“You bitch! You can’t touch me! I’ll have you fired, you fucking cunt!” To no one’s surprise the babyman didn’t take kindly to being called on his bullshit.

Clint has an extremely low tolerance for men who treat women like shit, so he’s on his feet as soon as the dude starts yelling. You aren’t sure what he plans on doing—he’s too stoned to tie his fucking shoes right now—but you have to admit, you’d like to beat this dude’s ass too.

“GODDAMNIT, RUMLOW,” the manager shouts, “I’m sick of doing this with you every weekend. Get the fuck out of here. You’re banned, Brock. Permanently. If I see your ugly face here again I’ll call the cops. I kinda hope I get to call the cops—aren’t you still on probation?”

You figure this guy must have one hell of a reputation because the bowling alley erupts in applause as the manager escorts the man—Rumlow—out of the building.

“Wow. What a trainwreck. Awesome!” Nat hoots. “And you wanted to find a bar, Barton.”

“Yeah. At least I’d be drunk now if we’d gone to a bar. This watered-down beer is weak as piss,” he complains, “except piss tastes a hell of a lot better.”

“Oh god, grumpy,” you grumble, “it’s called a flask, Clint. Invest in one.” You pull your flask out of your back pocket and hand it to him. It’s a gift from Steve, a beautiful swirly rainbow, that matches the gorgeous butterfly knife Bucky had given you after you’d taken a shine to one of his with the same prismatic colors.

“Ooo, pretty,” Clint coos over your flask before taking a long pull. He groans as the liquor burns its way down his esophagus, “Oh yeah, that hits the fuckin’ spot.”

“Scott’s friend Thor dropped by with some moonshine the other day,” you take a swig from the flask, humming at taste, “he flavors it with apples.”

“Gimmie gimmie! Me too!” sing-songs Nat, making a grabby hands gesture until Clint passes her the flask after taking another long pull from it.

“Okay, Clint. I’ll give it to ya. You were right, this place sucks,” you finally concede. You pull your phone out and shoot off a text to Steve and Bucky to find out how much longer they needed.

“I’m always right,” Clint grumbles petulantly.

“Like hell you are, Barton,” Nat pulls a face.

“You know I am, Romanoff,” he tosses back, sarcastically, “even if you can’t admit my brilliance out loud, I know you know,” he taps his temple and points at her. Nat sticks her finger in her open mouth and pretends to throw up.

Your phone dings, and it’s a text from Steve letting you know they’re done for the night, and you can come home. Wrangling Clint and Natasha is like trying to shovel water upstairs, but eventually all three of you are out of your bowling shoes and back into your own, and walking the four blocks back to the RV, the three of you draining your flask as you go.

There’s a 7-11 across the street from where the RV is parked, and you follow Nat and Clint into the convenience store to grab snacks and a slurpee, when you spot Bucky and Steve at the counter. You squeal, slurpee forgotten, and hop into Steve’s arms, giggling as he peppers your neck with kisses.

“Hi, kitten,” Bucky grins and kisses you when Steve passes you over so he can pay for their sodas and red vines. The cashier looks at the three of you with a strange look on his face, until Steve sneers at him.

Outside of the store Steve crouches down so you can climb onto his shoulders for a piggy-back ride. He gallops across the parking lot, making you squeal with laughter. Then Clint jogs by with Nat perched on his shoulders. He shouts, “Welcome to the horse race! Get your bets in, ladies and gents, the counter closes in five!”

Bucky shouts, “I’ll bet you a bag of red vines she falls off your shoulders before you get to the RV!”

“You’re on, punk!” Clint flips him the bird over his shoulder and takes off.

A moment later you hear a triumphant cheer and Clint shouts, “We’re the winners!” Which is immediately followed by a shriek from Nat. Then, “She did NOT fall! I did!”

Bucky snorts a laugh and smacks your ass as he trots ahead.

“Stevie? Did you and Bucky get a lot of work done?”

“We sure did, sweetheart. Did you have fun with Clint and Nat?”

“It was okay. But Clint was right, we should have gone to a bar instead.”

“Over the years, I’ve learned to always trust Clint and Nat when it comes to recreational activities. Bucky and I have superpowers because of the super soldier serum. For Clint and Nat, partying is their superpower. They can find a good time like those dogs in the airports find drugs. Actually, finding drugs is another one of their superpowers.”

The RV is just ahead, and Clint and Nat are sitting on the dashboard talking to Scott, and passing a joint around. Bucky is outside, leaning against the brick wall.

Steve hoists you off his shoulders and deposits you gently on the ground. Bucky grabs the front of Steve’s t-shirt and yanks him over for a kiss. Bucky’s arms go around Steve’s neck, while Steve’s big hands go to Bucky’s waist. Their bodies press together from chest to thigh, Steve’s hands squeezing Bucky’s hips, his chunky rings sparkling in the light from the convenience store across the street.

“You taste like apples,” Bucky hums. He slides a hand over Steve’s cock and makes a pleased noise when he finds him hard and straining against his zipper. “Wonder what else you taste like,” he says, sinking to his knees on the pavement between Steve and the wall.

He gets his mouth around Steve’s cock as soon as he frees it from his pants. Steve rumbles ‘Oh fuuuuck,” and props his arm against the wall so he can rest his forehead against it.

Bucky licks and sucks at the tip of Steve’s cock. He grabs Steve’s hefty PA piercing between his teeth and tugs at it before swirling his tongue around the head. Little kitten licks to the underside of the glans where the steel ring of his piercing intersects his skin, makes Steve groan loudly, and his hips jump forward. Bucky hums around the jewelry and Steve lets out a strangled noise of pleasure.

Watching Bucky noisily and enthusiastically work over Steve’s cock has you wet and squeezing your thighs together, but when Bucky slides his mouth from the tip all the way to the base in one smooth movement like he’s trying to suck Steve’s soul out through his dick, and Steve’s knees buckle, you can’t help the groan that escapes your mouth. Steve turns his face towards you, a grin curling over his lips. He slips a big hand around your throat and drags you to his mouth for a kiss.

Humming against your lips, Steve asks, “You like watching me get my dick sucked, pretty girl?” You nod. “Bet you’re wet right now. Bet your panties are fucking drenched.”

“‘M not wearing any,” you whisper against his lips.

“Fuck, you’re such a slut for us, aren’t you, sweetheart?” He snakes a hand down the front of your shorts and swipes two fingers through your folds, hissing when he finds you soaked. He drives his fingers into your pussy, and catches your mewl with his tongue when he devours your mouth in a kiss.

Bucky’s using one hand to jerk Steve’s cock when he has to come up for air, but the metal one is wrapped around your leg, slowly stroking the inside of your thigh, keeping you close to them and occasionally slipping up the leg of your shorts to slide around your wet pussy. His cool digits circle your opening as Steve’s fingers work you over hard. Steve’s rings grind against your clit with every pump into your sopping cunt. Your whole body is hot, except for all the places Bucky’s vibranium touches. The heavy limb drags cool trails up and down your thigh, while his fingertips continually dance in and out of your shorts.

“Well, well, well look at what I found,” a rough voice interrupts from the mouth of the alley. “Must be my lucky night. Hello, sugar.”

All three of you turn to see the speaker, who you instantly recognize as the asshole from the bowling alley. “Not this dipshit,” you groan quietly. Then louder, “Rumlow, right?”

“Yeah, that’s me,” he grins, “but a sweet little piece of ass like yourself can call me by my first name. It’s Brock.”

Steve immediately tenses, and you put a hand on his arm to stop him from doing anything extreme. Bucky just snorts a laugh and tucks Steve back into his pants. You already know this isn’t going to end well for this dickhead. “Okay, Brock. I’m doing you a huge favor right now, and telling you to mind your own business, and get the fuck out of here.”

“A favor? That’s awful nice of you, sugar.” He palms his dick over his jeans, and unwisely digs his grave a little deeper with the gesture, “How ‘bout I do you a huge favor and take you home with me? I can take better care of you than either of these faggots.”

Okay, so he was digging that grave a lot deeper.

Bucky’s on his feet now. “The fuck did you just call us?”

“I said,” Brock takes a step toward them, “I’m gonna take this pretty little cunt home with me, and give her a real dick to ride, because neither of you faggots can take care of this little bitch’s pussy like I fuckin’ can.”

Steve chuckles darkly, and Bucky nods. “Yeah. That’s what I thought. I just wanted to make sure.”

He and Steve are on the guy so fast you’d almost believe they teleported the twelve feet that separated them. Steve’s fist makes contact with Rumlow’s cheek, snapping his head back hard. As soon as Brock recovers, he takes a swing at Bucky—a surprisingly disciplined swing for a drunk ass dipshit, but one Bucky could dodge in his sleep—and meets Steve’s fist again. The blow knocks him off his feet and back into Bucky’s solid chest. Bucky gets his vibranium hand under the guy’s arm before he can fall and pulls him upright just in time for Steve’s fist to make contact with his stomach, driving the breath out of him with an audible woof.

Rumlow tries to hit Steve with a haymaker, but Steve easily side steps his fist, Bucky uses the opening to hit him with a right cross, knocking Rumlow to the ground. Your mind flashes back to the poor server from earlier, how much she must have put up with because of this douchebag. You pull your butterfly knife out of your boot, flip it open, and straddle Rumlow’s back. He’s still struggling to breathe, and he makes a high-pitched whining noise when you plop down on him. Grabbing a handful of his hair, you wrench his head up and press the blade under his jaw.

Rumlow wheezes, and spits a mouthful of blood on the ground in front of him. There’s at least two teeth in the crimson puddle. “Quit movin’ before you make me slip, asshole,” you growl. You press the knife edge against him until he hisses, and a thin red rivulet spills down his Adam’s apple. It matches the red oozing from the lacerations on his cheek where Steve’s rings cut him.

“Shit, darling, chill,” he says, trying to placate you.

Bucky smacks his cheek and growls, “Stop fucking talking to her if you know what’s good for you.”

Steve casually squats in front of Brock with his hands hanging from his knees, knuckles red and raw and splattered with blood from Rumlow’s face. Bucky gets on his hands and knees on the pavement in front of the bleeding man.

“We’re out here minding our own goddamned business,” Bucky muses. “Meanwhile you wander along and decide to insult us and our girl.”

Rumlow doesn’t respond, just breathes heavily through a nose that whistles like it’s broken.

“Tell me something, asshole,” a malicious grin curls over Bucky’s lips, “You ever seen a faggot’s cock up close and personal?”

His throat bobs against your blade when he swallows. He shakes his head, wincing when you tighten your grip on his hair.

“Well, Brock, do you want to?” Bucky goes up to his knees, and his hand goes to the fly of his jeans.

“No,” Rumlow answers quickly, then whimpers, “please don’t.”

Bucky and Steve both bounce to their feet, and you stand, situating yourself between the two of them, their arms going around you protectively. “Then I strongly suggest,” Bucky says in a flat voice, “you get the fuck out of here before we give you an extra close look at two of them.”

He scrambles to his feet and takes off down the road without looking back.

“Christ, princess,” Bucky cups your face in his hands, “are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you soothe, “I’m sorry I got involved, but he was at the bowling alley earlier, groping the poor servers, who were just trying to do their jobs. I just-I really wanted to scare him.”

“I think it’s safe to say you did, sweetheart. You were a badass,” Steve hugs you from behind. “Man, what he said to you... I just snapped,” he says anxiously, spinning you around to face him. Worry creasing his brow. “I don’t like bullies, and what he said to us was bad enough, but I won’t have anyone talking to you like that. I can’t. Not you, I’m sorry, I fucking can’t,” he stammers.

Bucky’s arms wrap around your waist. His voice is like honey, rich and sweet and soothing, when he purrs in your ear, “Stevie’s trying to tell you we wanna keep you safe because we love you.”

“What?” you ask, not sure if you heard him right.

Steve huffs out a relieved breath. “Yeah. We love you. And we can’t let anything happen to you.” His eyes are full of worry when he wraps you in a hug, filling in all the space on your body that Bucky doesn’t occupy. Once you’re perfectly wrapped up in super soldier, Steve whispers into your hair, “We love you.”

A well of joy builds in your chest and bursts like a dam, it has to go somewhere, so you giggle. “Guys,” you squirm so they’ll give you some room to breathe. When they loosen their grip you chirp, “I love you too!”

Steve’s smile is incandescent, “Really, doll?”

“Yeah. Really,” you grin. “I love you both.”

Steve picks you up in a bear hug and kisses you like he’s worshiping you. When Steve is done kissing you, Bucky comes up beside Steve to kiss you too, and you push yourself into his arms, bridal style.

Bucky rests his forehead against yours, “Kitten, I just have to say. Watching you pull a knife on that shitbag was so fucking sexy.” He grinds his cock against your hip so you can feel just how sexy he thought it was. “You feel that? ‘M so fucking hard it hurts. You did that to me, pretty girl,” he groans.

Clint’s head pokes out of the RV’s door. “Hey, I won the bet, you guys have to pay me my red vines. Bucky, can I have your red vines?”

Nat’s head pops out too. “Are you going to be ready to go soon? We wanna find strippers,” she whines.

“Dudes, read the fucking room,” Steve squeezes the bridge of his nose.

Sounding confused, Clint replies, “But, Steve, you’re outside. There is no room…?”

Bucky growls, “Nat. Clint. If you don’t want to watch us fuck, I suggest you get back on the bus. Now.”

Natasha retreats hastily, while Clint winks at Steve and blows him a kiss before Nat grabs him by the back of the neck and hauls him back inside.

Bucky plops you down on the ground with a wolfish grin, and smacks your ass. “Shorts off, legs spread. Up against the wall, kitten. You have until I get my cock out, or I tear them off you. So you better move fast.” Thankfully, he’s wearing a belt, which gives you the tiniest bit of extra time, so you hastily pull one side of your shorts off over your boot. You love these shorts, and Bucky won’t hesitate to shred them to get at your cunt.

He’s on you before you get the other leg off, they’re still wrapped around one ankle when Bucky shoves you against the RV and pushes his cock into you hard enough that your feet leave the ground. His metal hand is planted between your shoulder blades holding you against the RV, while his other hand grips your thigh tight, hiking your leg up and spreading you open so he can dick you down hard. You know you’ll be sporting hand-shaped sore spots in both places later, and you’ll spend hours pressing your fingers into the bruises while they heal.

Bucky noses against your neck while he ruts into you, his teeth nipping and biting along the column of your throat. A particularly brutal thrust has you groaning his name. He huffs a laugh against the shell of your ear. “Such a slut for this cock, aren’t you?” All you can do is nod and whine for for him to fuck you harder.

Suddenly his body is heavy against yours, his movement stilled by Steve’s hand on his lower back. Steve hawks a wad of spit into his palm and slicks the hand over his dick. He thumbs the head of his cock into Bucky’s hole and grinds into him until he bottoms out.

Bucky grunts, “Fuck” when Steve’s hips press against his ass, at the same time your pussy flutters around him, spilling slick over his cock and balls.

Steve leans against Bucky, a smile on his lips when he parrots Bucky's words back at him, “Fuck, you're such a slut for this cock. Hmm?”

Bucky groans, “Fuck, I am, Stevie. Love your cock,” when he pushes back against him, working Steve's dick deeper into his guts.

“Well you better fuckin’ hold onto somethin’ then,” Steve rumbles before he pulls back and slams into Bucky.

Bucky braces a forearm above him, and wraps his other arm around you to keep you from being squished between the RV and the weight of two super soldiers. Steve’s fucking him at a punishing pace, and each slap of his hips drives Bucky’s cock into you. It lights a fire in your belly, which only burns hotter when Bucky’s fingers find your clit. A few quick circles around the little nub has your cunt squeezing his cock when you come with a wail.

“Oh fuck,” groans Steve. “Sound so pretty when you come, sweetheart. Make her do it again, Buck.”

You’re sensitive, overstimulated, but Bucky is relentless, and he knows your body almost as well as you do. So you barely have time to catch your breath after your first orgasm before a second one rips through you. It bows your back and buckles your knees, and if it weren’t for Bucky’s strong arm around you, you would have definitely hit the pavement.

Steve’s rhythm stutters, and he comes with a breathless fuckfuckfuck.

Bucky spins you around and pushes you onto your knees. “Open,” he barks at you, jacking his cock hard and fast. As soon as your chin falls open the first splash of come hits your cheek. The rest ends up on your tongue or dripping down your chin.

“Hold it,” he tells you, swiping a thumb through the come on your cheek. He smears it over your lips like chapstick, and slips his thumb into your mouth. “Wider, kitten,” he tugs on your chin. He hawks a wad of spit onto your tongue to mingle with the milky puddle of come. “You're mine. Don't forget it. MIne."

“Mine,” Steve says possessively. Then he leans in and drops a string of spit into your open mouth too.

Bucky’s thumb withdraws, and he pops it into his mouth to suck it clean. “Look at our perfect little slut, Stevie.”

“Fucking love our dirty girl,” Steve smirks, and Bucky hums his agreement.

“Swallow that, and get your tight little ass into the bunk, because I’m not done with you yet. You're gonna be sore tomorrow, princess,” Bucky’s voice is low and gravelly.

Steve helps you up and you bend to put your shorts back on. “No. You heard him. Bunk. Now,” Steve growls.

“But, my-”

“Your shorts?” Bucky chuckles. “You’re half naked? Well I guess you better run then.” He swats you in the ass as you dart up the RV steps and make a b-line to your bunk and dive in, but not before Clint and Nat whoop at your bare ass.

Bucky stomps up the RV steps and grumbles, “Alright. We gotta go, just in case Rumlow called the cops on us.”

“Oh, so NOW we’re in a hurry all of a sudden,” Nat complains.

743 notes · View notes

midnightswithdearkatytspb · 3 years

Text

VelvetCardiganBucky’s Recommendations 2021: Week 17 | April 18th – April 24th

Welcome to week 17 of my recommendations, if you would like to be featured on a future list, I follow the hashtag #VelvetCardiganBucky, message me, tag me in your future works, or reblog this post and link to your story, one-shot, Masterlist, writing challenge, etc.

Be aware some if not most stories and writers on this list are meant to be consumed by an audience of those 18+. My blog is also an 18+ blog.

✨Page breaks are made @firefly-graphics✨

«Last Week

Week 18»

My Masterlist

My Fic Rec List of Mafia/Mob Bucky/Sebastian & Steve/Chris/Andy

Stuff I Posted This Week

Forever & Always: Stage 1 - Denial | Pt.1 » Bucky Barnes x Witch!Reader & Platonic Avengers x Reader — Y/N “Birdy” (nicknamed by her family), comes from a long line of witches and warlocks, living her days at the New Avengers Compound, alongside her friends. The Avengers are part of her family and her family is always welcome to the compound. Things for once seemed to be going well now that all was right from the attack on Thanos, everyone was alive, all was forgiven, friendships were thriving, that all ended when Birdy’s brother came calling with sad news, their mother had suddenly passed. These are the stages of grief Birdy faces, through the loss of her best friend, her protector, her mother.

His Favorite Day » Chris Evans x Reader — Chris’s favorite day of the year is your birthday.

Bucky Barnes

One-Shots:

*No Hidden Messages by @jobean12-blog » TFATWS!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Sam sends you a picture of Bucky and the endgame is priceless. | Honestly I love me some dominant Bucky, and if Sam had sent me that picture I would have dropped my phone and been like yep that my babe. I was thinking something more dirty but I’ll keep that thought to myself. 😉

Sucker Punch by @buckyblues » Boxer!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader — Bucky thought he knew what was his, until he accidentally let it roam free. | Someone come dump a cold bucket of water on me please?

Someone Like You by @startrekkingaroundasgard » Bucky Barnes x Hydra Agent!Reader — Taken from their SHIELD prison cell, the reader finds themself alone with The Winter Soldier negotiating for their life. | I really enjoyed reading this, the sass of the reader and how Bucky handles them. It’s just so perfect. Nicola says there is more to come for this pair and I’m so very much looking forward to it.

(Mini) Series:

Happy & So Happy by @mrwinterr » Rockstar!Bucky Barnes AU x Female Reader — You meet your favorite artist and get more than what you bargained for. | The smut in this is hot and by the end you are hoping the reader gets a happy ending not a tragic one.

*A Tender Heart 💜 Pt. 3 by @river-soul » Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader — You’ve been sweet on Bucky since you started working at the compound six months ago. Normally quiet and mild mannered, an unexpected fight with a coworker brings Bucky into your orbit. [A/B/O dynamics and explicit sexual content, 18+] | I feel the love that is radiating from this story and I really love it and the little bit of smut we get in chapter 3 is perfect!

the (after) party by @buckycuddlebuddy sequel loft music » fuckboy!bucky barnes x reader — “why don’t we have this thing they call goodbye sex? one last time.” he leaned forward, his lips brushing your ear. “i’ll make it good for you.” | In some strange way it was therapeutic to read this but at the same time I felt bad for the reader in the first part. Second part you are rooting for her but still feeling bad. I will say the smut in this is perfect.

Just Like Dad Pt. 3 🦾 Pt. 1 🦾 Pt. 2 by @ladyfallonavenger » Bucky Barnes x Reader — Bucky finally confronts Steve and moves forward with his life. | Very sweet ending and I loved it.

Sweet Dreams 🥞 Pt. 4 🥞 Pt. 5 🥞 Pt. 6 🥞 Pt. 7 by @jedimastermelkor » Bucky Barnes x Reader & ? x Avenger — Your daily routine involves waking up in the morning, going to work and sulking at night. But then you meet the man you’ve fantasized about for your entire life, Bucky Barnes. At the same time, you’ve caught someone else’s eye and his first step in winning you over is to cook you breakfast. But will you be welcoming of that person’s affections? | I like how she named the puppy Pancake and the first thing the mysterious avenger gave her was pancakes. I don’t want to give too much away but things are getting really good and you find out who the mysterious avenger is in chapter 6!

Steve Rogers

One-Shots:

*Caught by @giorno-plays-piano » Bluebeard!Steve Rogers x Reader — If he kept you warm, saying words of love to you every day while he looked you in the face, you’d marry him even if in a year he hanged you just like all his wives in the dungeon of his castle. | It’s dark but in a soft way and it’s so good. I highly recommend you go and read it.

Drabble Request by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Steve Rogers x Reader — We find out how Steve and Reader met before they ever got in a relationship. Takes place before Tell Me What You Want. | I loved this so much, I was laughing and pictured this whole piece so vividly in my brain. Also I just want a part where Bucky teases Steve about that night in front of reader making her giggle, maybe at the wedding?

(Mini) Series:

*Yuánfèn 📖 Pt. 4 by @writerwrites » Steve Rogers x Reader — When you’ve lost everything and try to run away from your problems, you keep finding a way back to the one person who completely understands. Can you make another person happy with a broken heart? | I always look forward to the updates on this story. It brings me so much comfort and the relationship that is blossoming between the reader and Steve is beautiful and organic. I highly recommend this.

Misc.

Headcanons:

*Just Like Her Old Man by @rebelwrites » Chibs Telford x Reader — I asked for: Parents get called into school for a meeting due to their daughter fighting, and trying not to be proud. Taking them out for a treat after the meeting. | It turned out so great. If you knew me at my Sons Anarchy Days, you know I loved Chibs the most. This feed my love for him even more. Thank you Heather!!

One-Shot:

*A Simple Solution by @sweetlyscared » Andy Barber x Fem!Reader, Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader, Andy Barber x Fem!Reader x Ari Levinson — You and Andy had a purely sexual relationship for several months, and you’d started to grow attached to him. Unfortunately, life has a way of complicating things, and a chance encounter at a bookstore had you stuck between a rock and a hard place. | We all owe a huge thank you to Sweet Lee, for writing and posting this. She wrote our dreams out so perfectly, and if you haven’t thought of this now you can. It’s just so hot and good, I for one am very thankful.

(Mini) Series:

*Give In 🐈‍⬛ Pt. 23 🐈‍⬛ Pt. 24 🐈‍⬛ Pt. 25 by @overr-written » soft!dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader — She didn’t think she was anything special. So when the intimidating Sheriff takes an interest in her, she can’t help but feel a little unsettled. Her boring life is about to get a little interesting. | I love this series so much and the lengths that the chapters are. I really am going to be sad when this is over. I don’t ever want it to end. 😭

Seal Team

One-Shots:

Imma Take Care Of Your Body by @rebelwrites » Clay Spenser x Reader — Reader is the only female member on Bravo who also has a no strings attached relationship with Rebel. | Let me just say this is hot, like really hot. Give me a glass of water and let me cool down. Thank you Heather for blessing us with this.

Tier One Babysitters by @bravo-four-seal-team » Seal Team; Ray Perry x Naima Perry — Ray and Naima ask the team to watch 6 month old Jameelah. | I promise you will be laughing.

You Are Perfect by @rebelwrites » Clay Spenser x Reader — Clay tells you everything he loves about you. | As a big boned girl this meant a lot and has me wishing for a Clay Spenser to call my own.

690 notes · View notes

sj-ficrecs · 3 years

Text

1,000+ followers fic rec!

Recently noticed at some point a little while ago I passed 1,000 followers on this page! In honor of that here’s another fic rec of some good ones I’ve been reading lately. As usual, no specific order.

PREVIOUS FIC RECS HERE!

(Hopefully this shows up in tags bc my last one didn’t & tumblr wouldn’t fix it)

Thanks to @whimsicalrogers for this divider I’m using below :)

Bucky x reader:

3B by @softlybarnes Bucky x reader

“Bucky is used to being alone, so is the girl living in apartment 3B. He keeps to his routine, to crossing off amends. But mutual loneliness forges an unlikely friendship. Alone and reclusive, sweet and incredibly strange, with deep secrets and regrets, 3B has more to reveal than meets the eye.”

(un)cool by @belowva rockstar!Bucky x reader

“in the summer of 1973, after covering the howling commandos’ concert for a night, you - a young and inexperienced music journalist - accidentally end up following the up and coming band from new york city across the country. between shows, parties, backstage nonsense, interviews and failed attempts at writing a cover story for rolling stone magazine, you end up developing a love/hate relationship with their brooding, but devilishly handsome, guitarist james “call me bucky” barnes. (based on “almost famous”)”

Your Song by @summergrls Rockstar!Bucky x reader

“it’s not summer without you. or, that’s what your favorite rockstar always says. it’s all happening.”

Last Love by @wicked-mind Modern!Bucky x reader

“Based on the quote “He may be your first love but I intend to be your last” by Klaus Mikaelson.”

Remember Me by @wicked-mind Modern!Bucky x reader

“Y/N and Bucky were the unlikely match when it came to love, but they were inseparable since they met. After a fight, Y/N left to be a trauma surgeon in the military and returns without her memories. How will Bucky remind Y/N how she is the fire in his bones?”

Cake by @tellmealovestory (Part of the Something More universe) Modern!Bucky x reader

“The wedding plans continue as you and Bucky try to decide on a cake flavor.”

My Eyes by @invisibleanonymousmonsters Bucky x reader, past Steve x reader

“Steve is a good man, America’s golden boy, a hero. He’s Captain America for christ’s sake! So it’s normal to want what he has… right? Bucky knows he doesn’t deserve her. He doesn’t even deserve the second chance at life he’s been given. But Bucky can never let him know. Steve can never find out that his friend is in love with his best girl.”

The Mess by @sanguineterrain Bucky x Avenger!reader

“A wild night in Vegas changes everything between you and Bucky. Suddenly, all eyes are on you and you’re left wondering just how much can change between you and a man whose guts you hate (and who also hates yours).”

The Devil Has Lilith by @write-orflight Bucky x reader, soulmate AU

“They say your soulmate is supposed to be the one person you love unconditionally. So why did they make yours so insufferable?”

College!Bucky series / Couldn’t Be Me by @drunken-imagines College!Bucky x reader

Bucky is a known fuck boy trying to win over reader

Best of Friends by @anna-phora Modern!Bucky x reader

“When your best friend steals marries Bucky’s best friend, the two of you are left with only one solution: to become best friends yourselves.”

Back to You by @celestialbarnes Modern!ex-Bucky x reader

“desperate to find a place to stay after your boyfriend cheated on you, you end up crashing at bucky’s apartment, the problem is he’s the ex that you never really got over and he’s got a new girl who doesn’t like you very much.”

It’s Been a Long, Long Time by @luminnara Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader

“When HYDRA had their prized asset, the Winter Soldier, they did something no one ever thought was possible: they gave super soldier serum to an omega. With the sole purpose of tending to him during his ruts, she spends decades living in HYDRA facilities, denied her humanity and her life. Now, years later, Bucky Barnes has his mind and his own life back…and the last thing he ever expects is to see a familiar omega again. Bucky/OC, a little angsty but mostly smutty/fluffy/romantic!“

Friends Don’t by @watchtowerindistress Bucky x reader

“Reader is in a friends-with-benefits relationship with Bucky Barnes. Rule #1: no feelings - so don’t get attached (written by Bucky). Rule #2: don’t ever stay over (written by (Y/N)). After a fateful mission, one of them is going to break all the rules.”

Just a Touch by @buckychrist Bucky x reader

“Your powers? Controlling any feeling a human can have, from emotions to pain, with a simple brush of your fingertips. Your mission? The traumatized soldier with sad stricken eyes and scream filled nightmares.”

Under Pastel Skies by @redgillan Modern!Bucky x Artist!reader

“Bucky doesn’t need anyone, especially not a sugar baby. He isn’t that desperate… but she smiles so sweetly and she’s endearingly awkward, and he’s so lonely. She’s an artist, a painter, the type of person who always puts others before herself. Throwing caution to the wind Bucky offers her a place to live, a place where she can finally paint whatever her heart desires. He doesn’t need much in return; a friend, a muse.”

A Long Ways Away by @ai-unknown Bucky x reader

“Connection, reconnection, and a small miscommunication. Bucky will travel however far, if it means making you smile.”

No Rest for the Wicked by @abovethesmokestacks Trucker!Bucky x reader

Based upon this ask: “i have the absolute weirdest urge today to get railed by trucker!bucky in a motel in like southern florida🤨 and it’s late too, maybe 3-4 am. the place is kinda seedy & it’s rlly humid and hot outside & the ac barely works so we’d both be sweating a lot but it makes it hotter”

Meanwhile in Louisiana by @multifandomwriter Bucky x reader

“You are Sam’s best friend and you meet Bucky when Sam organizes a party down at the docks.”

A Tender Heart by @river-soul Alpha!Bucky x Omega!reader

“You’ve been sweet on Bucky since you started working at the compound six months ago. Normally quiet and mild mannered, an unexpected fight with a coworker brings Bucky into your orbit.”

Steve x reader:

Jane Doe by @justkending Modern!Steve x reader

“They weren’t next door neighbors, but they did live in the same apartment complex. However, they were on completely different sides of the complex. Steve always sees her across the way doing her daily routines and way about life on her balcony from his own. Something about her has him checking in on her from across the way when he can… She’s intriguing and has a way about her life that he finds calming and captivating. He wants to know more about who she is, but there’s no non-creepy way of approaching a neighbor that doesn’t know you exist. Is there?”

405 notes · View notes

thatsthewrongwallcraig · 3 years

Text

Sleaze Dog

Summary: You always wanted the rockstar life but now that you have it you start questioning it.

Pairing: Rockstar!Bucky x Reader

Word Count: - 1k

Content Warnings: 18+!, Talk about some solid alcohol abuse, Angst, Mentions of other drugs, This fic is more on the dark-ish side

Feel free to check my Masterlist! 🌸💕

A/N: Well, this took a darker turn than expected 👀

Tagging if interested: @wayward-blonde @omgkatinka @labella420 @gearhead66

Tonight, there's gonna be a fight

So if you need a place to go

Got a two room slum

A mattress and a gun

And the cops don't ever show

So come right in

Cuz everybody sins

Welcome to the scene of the crime

You want it, believe it, we got it if you need it

The devil is a friend of mine

~ Saints Of Los Angeles - Mötley Crüe

‘Better keeps away from those boys!’ your mum had always told you ‘They don’t bring nothing but trouble, hun.’

Her words reverberated inside your fogged mind as you turned to the side and slowly opened your weary eyes. 5:37 pm the alarm clock right in front kindly informed you. Your lips contorted to a somewhat cranky smile as the memory of your oh so worried mother, waving the latest issue of the Hit Parader magazine around replayed in your head. Oh, if she only knew…, you thought to yourself and dragged the palms of your hands across your face. You had heeded her every word until the point you finally moved out of your parents home about 3 years ago and it quickly turned out that this woman had been right about quite a few things...including men like your boyfriend only being a sloppy mess.

If your head wouldn’t have felt like it was close to exploding already, you'd have laughed out loud. She was right all along, but what she didn’t know was that her little angel took the next best opportunity by the roots to get herself a man that wouldn’t lift her up, no, but much rather a hot disaster she could go down with. Your aching need for rebellion against your prude and annoyingly conservative parents sparked the second you had set foot out of the Greyhound bus and eventually ignited into an all consuming fire as you crossed paths with a certain James Buchanan Barnes.

The whole thing had started with an innocent wink of an eye as you were about to go your way during your shift at a well frequented diner. He politely had asked for a Jack Daniels and Coke and after you served him his order you had watched him downing the miniature bottle of Whisky in one solid go without even looking at the cup of Coke.

“Tough boy, huh?” You had commented with a wide grin on your face.

Right there and then the fateful moment occurred. With a pair of ocean blue eyes he scanned your face while the corners of his mouth twitched upwards and he winked at you.

Now that once bright and flirty grin of yours was a mere shadow of what it used to be. Too much had happened, too much shit went down and certainly too much alcohol alongside other things had slid over your tongue for it to still be the same. Speaking of which, your left hand swung down the bed frame grabbing after one of the many open bottles of booze. Today's headache was a real son of a bitch and wouldn’t settle that easily. You granted yourself a hefty swig of liquor before you rolled onto your back. The side of the bed next to you was empty… of course it was, because tonight was the night! James probably had left hours ago to get ready for the show. He was kicking off a new tour with his band mates again and just wouldn’t shut up about it the last couple of weeks. You felt happy for him, although you knew very well what that meant: Weeks spent in solitude, thoughts of other girls coming after him haunting your thoughts and the profound need of wanting your man back.

Just at the sole image spreading in your head you wanted to pull the black satin covers not only up to your nose but entirely over your head. Tonight was the last night you’d be able to see him for months to come and being well aware of that you reluctantly forced your worn out body out of the bed. Lazily putting one foot in front of the other you dragged the liquor bottle with you into the bathroom.

Your exhausted reflection greeted you in the mirror as you swallowed another load of that sweet, numbing poison. The shower you took after that was necessary….all the summed up booze from the weeks prior practically gave you fatigue syndrome and at least tonight you did not intend to look like the hot mess you actually were.

Just make it to the venue, see him play, cheer to him and afterwards you can drown your sorrow...just get it the fuck together now!

You leathered yourself with almost ungodly amounts of soap and shampoo, rubbing your skin with a sponge until it turned red. Standing under the hot stream of water you still felt dirty. It wasn’t about how much you wanted to clean your body but much more about your soul that felt tainted with everything you had eagerly done to yourself, corrupted your senses with in order to ignore reality.

In an unheard cry for help you sank down to your knees and buried your face in your wet hands. C’mon, girl...it’s not like he’s gone forever, you quietly whimpered to yourself, but your heart ached nonetheless. The memory of seeing James and his band live for the first time didn’t make it any easier. Even if the alcohol and other bad habits had led you to forget plenty of things, this very moment had burned itself into your brain. Like it was just the other day you recalled him gazing over the crowd, his eyes flickering in pure ecstasy and seemingly scorching everything crossing it’s path. His black hair clung to his face in sweat soaked strands and that devious grin on his face, the kind of grin that spread from one side to the other, had left you intoxicated. On that very night you were sure to have looked the devil himself right in his beautiful face. The face you fell in love with ever since.

Without any warning a different thought emerged from the depths of your mind….maybe, just maybe you should’ve listened to your mother….it shot through your head like a reckless thunderbolt and your whimpering turned into ugly sobbing.

Yeah, maybe you should’ve, but that was your life now, right? That’s what you had wanted and that’s what you got.

#bucky barnes #rockstar!bucky #rockstar au #rockstar!au #motley crue #mötley crüe #sebastian stan #james buchanan barnes #james barnes #bucky fanfic

43 notes · View notes

sebastianstansqueen · 3 years

Text

The King And His Queen 14

A/N: I'm thinking about doing a Rockstar!Bucky AU tell me what you think, I hope you like it, Feedback is always appreciated if you want to be Tagged, either send an ask or comment on this or click on Taglist open.

Wordcount: 2738

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Fighting, Someone being very depressed, and attempted Suicide

Masterlist // Taglist open // Series Masterlist

Tags: @cherryblossomskye - @babylooneytoonz - @wonderlandfandomkingdom - @miraclesoflove - @amelia-song-pond - @lharrietg - @austynparksandpizza - @pineprincess - @avengerlex - @leyannrae -

Brock walked into the office of Pierce. “She hasn’t been showing up at that fucking diner in weeks!” Brock yelled.

“That’s probably because she got her memories back, and she probably remembers when you almost got killed by her boyfriend, well now fiancé.” Pierce was very passive, as he wrote something on a paper.

“Why didn’t I know this sooner and was wasting time?” Brock asked.

Pierce rolled his eyes. “That's because all you do is waste my time, now get out of here you have other shit you need to do get out of my office now.”

Brock grumbled walking out of the office then out the front doors of the building, as he was heading to his car he was picked off of the street, a bag put over his head.

You and Brooklyn were making chocolate chips cookies when you turned to her. “Are you excited to go to your first day of school soon?” you asked her.

She pouted. “I don't wanna go.”

“Oh come on baby, it’s not that bad.” You said to her.

“Still.” She frowned.

“Guess what all you're gonna be doing is basically drawing all day.”You smiled.

She perked up at that. “Really?” You nodded. “What are we doing here woman! We gotta start getting school stuff.”

“Woman, I’m mom or mommy or anything in that realm to you.” You told her.

She started pulling you to the doors of the elevator. “Come on, come on!”

“Let me call dad.” You told her, you called Bucky. “Hey.”

“Hi, what's up?” He asked.

“I got Brooklyn excited about going to school, and now she wants to go school shopping.” You explained.

“Uh yeah, go ahead take Sam though.” He told you.

“I was planning on it.” You told him “Love you see you tonight.”

“Love you too.” The phone fell silent on your end. Bucky rolled up the sleeves to his shirt as he walked through the door of the dock warehouse, his family had it since before he was born, there was a bright light right above a man in a chair, his men had removed the bag over his head.

“Barnes.” Rumlow scoffed.

Bucky smirked. “You remember all those years ago in that club that we met up at? You remember that promise I made to you?”

“Refresh my memory?” Brock asked very cockily.

“Well I was a little dramatic back then, but I still plan on keeping my promise that if you touch my girl or even look at her to kill you, not just shoot you I’ll do my worst.” Bucky promised.

Brock's face fell. “I didn’t touch her in the diner I promise.”

“You shook her hand last. I checked that it takes a little touching, also you looked straight at not only her but my daughter too and talked to my girl about said daughter.” Bucky’s jaw clenched.

“I-I didn’t mean anything by it.” Brock stuttered out.

“Oh uh-huh.” Bucky picked up Forceps Bucky nodded his head for his men to keep Brock's mouth open. “Let's see what all your molars have to say about that.” Bucky walked over, then started pulling. “Next will be your nails.” Brock screamed as his first tooth came out. “That's only the first one.” Buck reminded him.

Bucky walked into the dark apartment turning on the lights as he walked in, his brows furrowed when he found you sitting on the couch watching something. “What are you doing up?” he asked, he headed to the kitchen, he passed the counter with bags all over it, filled with what he was guessing was school stuff, he figured you and Brooklyn would organise tomorrow. He grabbed a few things from the fridge to make a sandwich for either early breakfast or late dinner.

“Why are you covered in blood?” You followed him into the kitchen.

“No reason.” He shrugged.

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t lie to me.”

“Don’t fight with me please, look it's something to do with Brock, alright.” He told you.

“There ya’ go, just have to tell me the first time, I’ll see you up stairs.” You walked up the steps.Once he was finished he went to the room which you both now shared-which was his room before you shared it- he was getting a bed frame made similar to the one in your old room, but king instead of queen, you’d been tired because when he came in you were out like a light.

The next morning Bucky got up earlier than normal, Bucky walked into his closet and pulled out his suit, and got dressed he kissed your cheek, then went to the living room to leave.

You woke up a few hours later, it was normal for Bucky not to be in bed by the time you woke up, but what wasn’t normal was when you go downstairs and he’s not making breakfast. You looked at Sam. “Where’s Bucky?” You asked.

“Sorry Y/n, I can't tell you.” He told you.

You rolled your eyes. “I’m gonna guess alright, is he ‘dealing’ with Rumlow.”

“You got us.” He said.

“He told me last night.” You walked into the kitchen to make pancakes.

Bucky just finished beating the shit out of Rumlow. “I can give you anything you want.”

“What can you give me?” Bucky asked the bloody to a pulp man.

After organising Brooklyn’s school stuff, you and Brooklyn decided to finish your chocolate chip cookies from the day before when the first bullet hit the marble walk behind the stove, then the spray happened.

Brock started laughing. “There's gonna be an attack on your apartment and you're here with me, not your kid and girl.”

Bucky’s eyes widened and he turned to his men. “Get the car started.” He gritted out.

Everything felt like it was slow motion and you led Brooklyn to the safe room, you cradled her in your arms as she cried covering her ears, you tried soothing her, but it wasn’t working, you were so concerned about calming Brooklyn that you didn’t notice your tears.

Bucky’s men pulled up the SUV’s he got out of the car and rushed through the lobby to the elevator. He rode up to the first floor of the penthouse, Bucky found Sam and Clint with their own gun plus a few bodys sitting on the floor. “There in the safe room.” Sam told him.

Buck rushed to the safe room where he found both of you, on the floor, Brooklyn crying and your eyes were red and puffy telling him you had been crying, he was about to shed tears of relief. “Are both of you alright?”

“What the fuck do you think we just had a shoot out happen in our ‘home’.” You said anger dripped through your tone, you covered Brooklyn’s ears. “This is because of Rumlow you gotta give him back to whoever his boss is. I cant have Brooklyn’s life at risk...I don’t care if he looked or talked to me, I need her safe get your fucking bussniss over with that invalvs him and get him out of our lifes, or I brake off the engagement and take Brooklyn and this time when I leave I wont stay in New York I will leave and you wont find us this time.” Angry tears were rolling down your face.

“I promise I will finish up, drop him off and make sure this doesn't happen again.” He promised. “Let's go to the mansion. It's safer than here. I'll have my guys grab your things.”

You stood on shaky legs and keeping Brooklyn in your arms, you covered her eyes as you walked her through the living room not wanting her to see the bodys.

Bucky took both of you to the mansion, but he had to leave right away to deal with Rumlow and he was gonna regret what his boss did. “You're gonna regret scaring my girl and kid. Guy’s.” Bucky nodded for them to carry him out. They got him onto Bucky’s boat, specifically his yacht, Bucky got on and one of his guy’s started the boat, and they were off to the middle, Bucky and Brock sat in a room that was covered in plastic, bucky had put on a plastic zip up bodysuit, so no blood would get on his clothes, he’d have to aledy burn the clothes no matter what. He started the chainsaw, cutting off the first limb which was his right arm. His guys were gonna cut it into pieces then put them into buckets of cement, to sink them. Once the body was gotten rid of, Bucky got off the boat and headed back to the mansion, the sun went down hours ago, but he still needed to burn his close into nothing.

You would probably be awak, and still scared out of your mind so that's why when he got home he wasn’t surprised that you were awake but he was surprised, when he found you drinking and not wine, hard liquor, vodka wasn’t usually your drink you didn’t like the chances of you getting addicted, it ran on both sides of your family. “You sure you should be drinkin’ that?” He asked.

“I can drink whatever I want when it’s past midnight, and I can't sleep without thinking that I or my daughter are gonna get killed where’ve you been all night?” Your voice was sluggish.

“Let me deal with a few things, then we can go to bed.” Bucky told you.

Your almost calm demeanor fell, Bucky has never seen you actually drunk, he’s seen you ‘drunk’ and tipsy but not this, and that's what he thinks this is you actually drunk. “You always are keeping me in the fucking dark about your shit I get it your in the fucking mob, not only that but your the fucking boss, and you don’t tell me the mother of your fucking daughter! I fucking raised her a lone for three out of the five years she’s been alive alone!”

Bucky hated being angry at you but with every word you were saying as pushing a button. “Fucking stop god damn it! You wouldn’t have had to fucking raise her alone if you fucking came back after you left you wouldn’t have been alone! Yes I’m a fucking mob boss that’s what gets me a money that’s what I’m good at thats what I was fucking raised to do!” He yelled at you. “You think your the only one with family issues I was fucking abused I was hit I have the over hand her all your parents fucking did was neglect you and leave you on the side of the side of the street boo-hoo I fucking had to kill a fully grown man when I was five! So get over it Y/n!” He grabbed the vodka from your hands and threw it at the wall behind you.

“You remember that fight we had 5 years ago, this is starting to look alot fucking like that.” Your voice was so calm that it was scary, then you started laughing, then crying. “I can't do this I-I’ve scared since I’ve gotten my memory back, I can’t sleep all the way through the night I wake up at a random time crying, and until I can make sure Brooklyn’s safe and I’m safe I can’t even think about sleeping, I can’t eat anything maybe a few bites but other then that I can’t even think about eating, yeah you may have wanted me to have my memories back, but since then I’ve been in my own personal hell. I get it I get that your father was shit to you, but I wouldn’t bring our parents into our fight.” You left the room leaving him to do his shit alone.

After the fight Bucky had gone out back and chard his clothes into a pile of dust. He went in, and to the master bedroom where he found you sleeping, he sighed getting in with only his boxers on.

You laid in bed wide awake waiting for Bucky’s breathing to even this time you’d take nothing, no time to waste, once his breathing did even out you walked down the hall to Brooklyns room, you picked her up out of bed and carried her down stairs.

“Y/n.” A tall blond guard acknowledged you.

You nodded. “Hey.” You headed for the gurages.

“Where are you going?” The guard asked.

“Somewhere.” You shrugged.

“With your daughter? Sorry but the boss said not to let you go if we saw you.” The guard told you. “How about you go back to bed?”

“Fucking bastard.” You mumbled to yourself about Bucky, you took Brooklyn back to bed. But you decided to sit down stairs all night, you couldn’t be in the same room as Bucky at the moment or else you just might cover his face with a pillow.

The next morning Bucky came downstairs, in a rush finding Sam and Clint at their positions by the front door. “Get on finding Y/n.” Bucky demanded.

“She’s in the living room watching TV.” Sam said. “She’s been there since we got in, I’m guessing all night.” Bucky let out a sigh of relief. “How did you fuck up?”

“Not now Sam.” Bucky rolled his eyes, he headed for the living room. “You alright?” Bucky asked you. “I’m sorry about last night I was a dick.”

You headed up stairs still pissed, and ignoring him. You stopped in the entrance way. “Sam Clint make sure Brooklyn’s alright.” You made your way up the staircase. You went into one of the guest bedrooms.

“You fucked up.” Sam told Bucky.

For the past few weeks you’d locked yourself in the guest room, Bucky was concerned to say the least. You layed in bed all day, not getting sleep, nore eating, you knew what you were doing to yourself rather it be by accident or on purpose. Bucky knocked on the door one day telling you that he was gonna be leaving for a few hours. Once you were sure he was gone you walked out of the room and went downstairs to the kitchen where you knew Bucky kept his keys, you found the one you were looking for, took it and walked back up stairs.

You passed Sam who was coloring something with Brooklyn. “Mama.” You smiled at her.

Sam looked at you, Sam walked to you. “You should eat, your not lookin’ too good.”

“I’m fine Sam.” You told him then headed up stairs, to a room you hadn’t been into for a very long time, you walked around the room with dark wood walls, and red furniture and sex toys.

You started to break down crying, you’d been in so much pain and Bucky couldn’t see it, you thought he was changing maybe he was, you pulled off the engagement ring, you walked into his room, left it on the bed, then you walked back to the guest bedroom’s conjoined bathroom, where you found a shaving razor.

Bucky got back and walked to the living room first to talk to Sam, and to say hi to Brooklyn. “Has she come out?” Bucky asked.

Sam nodded with a sad look. “She’s not doing good, she looks like a bag of bones.”

“I’ve got to get her out of there.” He sighed. “Hey Brooklyn.” He said.

“Hi daddy.” She waived.

Bucky went up stairs when he saw the ring on the bed which was a red flag he went to the room you’d been staying in. It was locked, Bucky started soldering the door budging on it. Sam came up to help, eventually the door was busted open, you weren’t in the room itself Bucky heard the water to the shower or the bathtub running this time the door was unlocked. He found you in the bathtub, the water was mixed with blood. Bucky was shaking out of fear that he could actually lose you. He pulled you out of the water, the red getting all on his white button up, he saw your wrists.

Bruce came faster than Bucky could have thought with all the stuff needed, Bruce stitched your wrist back up. Then he and Bucky put you on the bed. He put an IV with a blood drip in your arm.

#mafia bucky x reader #mob!bucky #mobster!bucky barnes #mob! bucky x parent!reader #mob!bucky barnes #mob!bucky x y/n #dad bucky x mom reader #mafia bucky barnes x reader

93 notes · View notes

mrwinterr · 4 years

Text

Happy

Pairing: Rockstar!Bucky Barnes AU x Female Reader

Summary: You meet your favorite artist and get more than what you bargained for.

Warnings: Smut 18+ (consensual and protected sex, oral [male and female receiving], vaginal fingering, belly bulge, light degradation) dirty talk/language and recording. Mentions of drugs and alcohol and a tiny bit of angst.

Disclaimer: I don’t smoke regularly, so anything that has to do with drugs mentioned are techniques I’ve outweighed based on what I’ve been taught by different people. I don’t know which method works best nor am I encouraging the activity. It just came with this fic’s territory. It’s not that deep. You do you, boo.

Title Inspiration: “Happy” by The Maine

A/N: I might or might not have based some of this on true events. All I can say is, life is short, shoot your shot! Enjoy!

A/N #2: There’s a Part 2 now!

“You owe me.” Your friend next to you said for probably the third time this hour. You learned earlier in the day to tune her out. She had been saying that since you persuaded her to accompany you on the weekend long road trip to the neighboring state just so you could see your favorite band…again.

Growing up your parents thought this was just another phase, but as your teenaged years passed on by and you’re now well into adulthood, you’re still a bigger stan for The Avengers as ever.

The Avengers consisted of three members: Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes. Everyone had their take on each of the guys, Steve was the nice one, Sam was the goofy one and Bucky was the bad one. It was silly. They weren’t *NSYNC or The Backstreet Boys, but the fangirls will be fangirls.

Their music wasn’t exactly mainstream, but they did very well within in their genre’s scene. They graced the covers of a couple of magazines, garnered thousands, close to millions, of views and streams online, were featured on TV every now and then, toured around the globe, sold a bunch of records, even independently, but despite all that notoriety, they stayed true to their sound and that’s what kept you around as a fan.

That and the band’s front man Bucky Barnes.

He was hot – plain and simple. Ok, maybe he was just that to most, including your friend who couldn’t deny it, but you didn’t want to objectify the man. What their music had done to get you through the years, they were more than that. There was a level of respect there. You also didn’t buy into the “bad boy” gimmick the fans have dubbed for him. They were human beings just like the rest of us. Imagine being called something like that by the public? They just so happened to be fortunate enough to share their talent to the rest of the world.

“You’ve already seen them. I don’t know why you think you need to for what a tenth time?” She clearly wasn’t amused by your infatuation with the band, but she was still your friend and she would always be by your side through thick and thin even if she didn’t have the same taste in music as you. You loved her for that. Who else would stand for hours in a dark room full of loud, sweaty, smelly, rude even, and sometimes drunk people with no self-control for you? She really was the real MVP.

And she was right though. You’ve already seen The Avengers perform. It was probably more, but you’ve lost count. Whenever they’re in your city or two to four hours in the next one over, you loved this band alright!

You both were polar opposites standing next to each other in line waiting for the venue doors to open. She was calm and still, arms crossed with an unamused look on her face – she could almost play as the “mom that tagged along and didn’t want to be there” – but you knew she wasn’t really mad. There was a bar inside she could occupy herself at. You on the other hand were trying to contain your excitement. You tried your best to not fidget around in anticipation so much. You didn’t want to sweat off your makeup that you managed to apply on point or get an embarrassing stain on your clothes.

“It doesn’t matter,” was always the response you gave her, “their music means everything to me. I’ll always come out to support them.”

She playfully rolled her eyes and scoffed a bit at that. She wasn’t trying to knock you down. She knew you deeply liked the band, but she also knew another side of you, and she liked to pick at it. “Yeah that and you’re into Bucky,” she said and just flat out poked at the side of your breasts. The bra that you chose to purposely wear tonight gave your boobs an extra push and it didn’t go unnoticed by her. They were out there, tastefully, since you were hardly the flashy type.

“Okay, but who isn’t?” You flare back swatting her hand away and trying to shut her down. You didn’t need to have this conversation with her while other fans were around. You didn’t want to sound like a fangirl. You weren’t 13 anymore.

“Chill.” She said raising her hands up in surrender. She wasn’t going to fight you on this one again.

When the top of the hour hit, the roar of the crowd signaled the doors had opened. Once inside, you hit the line to the bathroom considering you’d been outside for a few hours. You didn’t just have to pee, but you needed to freshen up. Your cheeks were a bit flushed from standing in the heat. You dabbed lightly at your face with a small blotting sheet, sprayed a bit of body spray and finished putting every hair back into place before finding your friend, who was already at the bar.

You sported a 21 and up paper wristband that was handed at the entrance, however you weren’t planning on drinking. Usually you had one or two drinks at most, but you were assuming you would be the designated driver tonight. You just always flashed your ID to the bouncer for the wristband to emphasize that you were of age. Unfortunately, some bands have had a bad reputation of fooling around with underaged girls, who lied about it.

She held up her drink to you with a smile on her face. Yeah, you were going to be the one driving back to the hotel, but at least she’s happy. She tried to coax you into ordering a drink of your own, but you only shook your head at her nonsense and stood away from the crowd.

As an avid concert goer, you’ve been to enough shows that you’d been in every section of the crowd. Hell, you’ve even gone crowd surfing before! Plus, you couldn’t hang with those vicious and hormonal fans in the crowd anymore, so you learned to enjoy the show from the back with a full view.

The opening bands were decent. You’d never heard of them, one was probably local, but you always believed live music was just as good, if not, better than opposed to being recorded and remastered at a studio.

During their sets, you caved and bought a drink from the bar, hoping it’d help to pass the time before the headliners came on. Your friend was seemingly on her phone when a random guy approached you asking if he could buy you a drink. The house lights were on. Did he not see the can of beer in your hands? You politely declined his offer and further advances until he gave up and walked away.

“Girl. He was cute!” Your friend said shoving you lightly.

“I wasn’t interested,” you shrug and taking a swig of your drink.

“You’re not being fair,” she started and seeing that you weren’t catching on continued, “you can’t wait around hoping that one day Bucky will notice you. Honey, he came here to play a show and make money not look for a girlfriend.” Okay, maybe that was a bit harsh, bursting your bubble like that and all, but her intentions were good. Bucky Barnes just set the standards too high.

She wasn’t wrong. Guys like Bucky meet new people every day, met girls probably way prettier than you. The majority of their fans were female because let’s face it, the guys had sex appeal and you know what they say…sex sells.

Looking around the venue, you took in the kinds of girls you were going up against. There was a mixture of women of different backgrounds and sizes decked out in different styles, but the ones who won most of the time were the ones that looked good dressed in risqué clothing and heels. Some of them probably even wore less make-up than you or none at all. You couldn’t understand how it was effortless for some people.

It wasn’t that you had low self-esteem. You had your fair share of internal struggle, so sometimes your insecurity played its part. You had your good days and you had your bad days.

You decided upon wearing something simple that you would be comfortable in while still serving a look. And the only other significant thing you did to your make-up was add in a little more shimmer. Yeah you wanted to impress, not sell your soul to the devil.

“Okay, but I just really wasn’t interested,” you said again hoping she’d understand. She did, aware you wrestled with that demon in your head always taunting and ridiculing you that you could look better when you’re perfect just the way you are. With an added bonus of telling you that Bucky was missing out if he hasn’t noticed you already, she ordered another drink in time before the lights dimmed and ear-piercing screams erupted to alert that The Avengers finally took the stage to headline the show.

Like each of the shows you’d previously attended, they were amazing. They poured their hearts out with each beat and belt. Every lyric resonated with you so deeply. There was just so much raw emotion packed into their performance. The beauty of concerts was that they were designed to let you forget about all the bullshit happening in the world for a few hours. They were therapeutic for you.

If you hadn’t known any better, you’d say your friend secretly liked The Avengers’ music because she broke you out of your shell and had you swaying along with her to their songs…that or it was the alcohol taking over her. You didn’t fight it and you allowed yourself to let loose.

You tried to give each member equal attention, watching them as they played, but you couldn’t help but keep your eyes on Bucky the most. They were just trained on him. His cheeky smile and onstage presence were electric. The mere sight of him, all sweaty as his clothes stuck to his skin accentuating his toned body so well, all but had you shuffling trying to ease your body’s frustration and mind.

The only time you looked away was when you swore you thought he looked at you. Making eye contact with someone on stage was kind of awkward sometimes, but with him it was almost intimidating. Believing he was probably staring at the girl behind you, you downed the rest of your drink, pushed that thought away and tried to enjoy the rest of the show.

A full set of songs that showcased their albums and a two-song encore later, you were driving yourself and your buzzed friend back to your hotel room. It wasn’t that far from the venue, electing to stay within its vicinity. Upon entering the room, you tossed the shirt you bought at the merch booth on your bed before removing your leather jacket while she face-planted down on her bed, arms wide open, letting out an exaggerated sigh of relief. You couldn’t blame her. It felt great to rest right after standing on your feet for hours.

Your back rested against the headboard, you knocked your boots and socks off a while ago and had your bare feet up on your bed. You hadn’t changed out of the rest of your clothes or even wiped off your make-up yet. Instead, you sat there skimming through the timelines of your social media accounts while you waited for your friend to get out of the shower.

You had posted a few photos and videos of the night to your story, like your outfit, a few of you and your friend sightseeing, and of The Avengers’ set. You refreshed your timeline and noticed Bucky’s account pop up before everyone else that you followed. It’s no surprise that you were following them on social media. You liked seeing them share the personal moments of their lives. They used to be interactive with their fans. Bucky had even once commented on the old photo you had with the band years ago.

You met them after a show when they were just starting out with their first full-length album debuting that summer. Now, they hardly came out because all it took was one crazed fan to ruin it for everyone else. Their popularity sometimes deemed it unsafe for venues to let them stick around so late, restricting them from meeting their fans.

You click on Bucky’s account and go through his story. There was one of a view of the open road from their tour bus, a clip of a song he liked, a cryptic quote with a deep underlying meaning to it, him getting ready to go on stage and then of the show.

He had taken a photo of the crowd towards the end of the set, asked fans to tag themselves if they could, because the crowd was amazing…as if they didn’t say that in every town they played in.

His caption read: “Awesome crowd tonight! Probably our best show yet!” topped with how much he loved the city. Sometimes you wanted to reply to his posts like he was one of your friends, but then you second guessed yourself knowing he’d never see the message, or he would and just ignore it because he was busy. You knew it was a long shot, but what did you have to lose and what is it that they said these days? Shoot your shot.

You didn’t linger on the body of the message for too long, settling with a “Great show tonight! You guys were amazing as always! :)” hitting send and closing out the app thinking it would conceal any embarrassment that might come out of it. It was a ridiculous thought.

After surfing through the channels of the TV and picking at the food you had delivered to your room, your phone pinged. You saw that it was a notification from your social media account, but once your face unlocked the phone and the subject appeared, you nearly choked on the drink you were sipping on.

Bucky Barnes sent you a message.

Your heart pathetically started beating really fast. The phone almost slipped from your hands as you opened up the toxic app again to read what he said. He probably just sent you an emoji or something.

“Thanks for coming out.”

That was it. Okay, what did you except? A proposal. That was a fair response. He probably had some downtime and was able to reply to people. You couldn’t be that special…but thinking you could strike gold again, you started typing up a response.

“Of course! Will always be out there to support you guys! Hope the city treats you well and have a safe rest of the tour.” Yeah, that was a good one. You say to yourself thinking that would be the end of it…except it wasn’t.

“Appreciate it. You know of any good spots around here?”

Nope. You did not. Do you look up some recommendations for him? No, that’s too much. Great, you’re having a conversation with him through DMs and you can’t even genuinely contribute enough to hold it down.

“No, not really. I’m not from here actually. My friend and I drove here just to catch the show. Maybe YELP?” Shit. You just might’ve effectively got rid of him with turning him to the Internet instead.

“No way! That’s love. Good thinking.” They came through in separate text bubbles.

Why were guys so short? You couldn’t work with that. You thought about it for a while but came up with nothing, so you sent the sassy ‘girl sticking her hand out’ emoji as a reply. Damn, you were really bad at this.

Several minutes passed by and thinking you were really done with him; you got another message. It was Bucky again and he sent you a photo. It was from your own feed; the group photo of you and his band mates all those years ago.

“I thought I recognized you.” You sat up straight as you read that message over and over, eyes bugging. Thankful your friend was taking her sweet time in the bathroom, so she wouldn’t see you all strung up.

What? There’s no way. That was a long time ago. Your thoughts spiraled at his words that had you blushing. He’s pulling your chain.

“Impossible. That was forever ago!” I guess two could play this game then.

“I swear. You tripped and fell into my arms that night.”

What the hell? He actually remembered that? Yeah, that did indeed happen. You had been waiting outside surrounded by a bunch of other chatty girls, pushing and shoving their way to get to Bucky first. By the time he turned to you and you stepped forward, you lost your footing and fell straight onto him. He played it cool, but then you heard Sam, who was trapped in his own circle of girls, signing and taking pictures away, that Bucky has girls falling for him all the time.

“OMG. That was so embarrassing, and I was so awkward!” You couldn’t even speak to him when you managed to hold your own ground. You were young then, you thought you effectively put that behind you.

“You weren’t awkward! You were cute and that’s what has stuck with me since. One of the most memorable moments.”

Yup, he was definitely pulling your chain. While you were ecstatic that you were interacting with your favorite artist, you couldn’t help but wonder why you. He was a public figure and you were just a fan.

“Is this weird?” Came through as his next message after your silence.

Oh, no. I hope I didn’t offend him. You might as well tell it like it is and get it off your chest.

“I don’t know...just a bit. Probably because I’m just a fan? I feel like you should be careful. I mean I should be too…” You really did wonder though. How was it that people of his status were willing and freely open to people they barely knew only to get threatened of being leaked and blackmailed by their own nudes or messages? What made them trust the other party so easily with that kind of stuff? They couldn’t be that dumb. Well, you got your answer.

“I don’t think of you or anyone as just a fan, but you are right…at the same time I feel that you’re grounded enough and a good person that we can trust each other. If that makes sense.”

You weren’t sure if it did. He still didn’t really know you.

“Awe, well that’s really flattering. I totally understand that because that’s how I feel.” Did you? There was a pause between that message and the next that would come.

“What’s your cell?”

Really? It was just that easy? Oh, okay then. Nonetheless, you still gave him your number. The DMs stopped and transferred over to text messages. You have Bucky Barnes’ phone number. What fan fic were you living in? Shit like this doesn’t just happen, does it?

The texts between you and Bucky went back and forth, some playful and some slightly suggestive, but you were completely oblivious to them thinking that was just in his nature. You found out the band was staying in for the night before heading back out on the road tomorrow afternoon off to the next city. You didn’t realize you were holding your breath when you stared at his most recent text asking if you wanted to hang out. It was kind of late, but you didn’t get a guy like Bucky Barnes asking you to hang out on the regular.

“Are you alright?” Your friend questioned breaking your train of thoughts. You could see her from your peripheral that she was towel drying the ends of her hair even though you’re still staring at your phone.

“Bucky sent me a DM inviting me to his hotel room.” You answered in a stoic demeanor, but it felt really strange coming out of your mouth.

“Okay. How long was I in the shower?” Your friend asked with her hands on her hips wanting an explanation.

You recount the details and show her the messages you and Bucky had been sending to each other. She scrolled through each of them and you could see the look of apprehension forming on her face.

“I don’t know,” she said her words trailing before giving you a worried look, “shouldn’t you be the slightest bit concerned?”

“About?” You ask taking your phone back from her.

“All of this!” She exclaimed her arms outstretched in exasperation and not understanding why you were so blinded by Bucky. “You briefly met the guy, years ago might I add, and you decide it’s okay to meet him at his hotel room in a city you don’t even live in?”

Alright, it did raise a couple of red flags, but you were a consenting adult and you lived a life of being cautious and in fear a little too much you wanted to be reckless for at least one night.

“I know you’re only looking after me, but I got to go for it. You know I like him! Sure, I may not know him on a personal level, but I’m allowed to have some fun, right?” You try reasoning with her. Just how different was all this compared to what people around the world were already doing with each other anyways?

She was a bit skeptic before reluctantly agreeing and letting you go but with the promise from you to be careful, share your location and his room number with her just in case she needed to save you or come after him. You thanked her for understanding and assured her that you’d be back before check-out in the morning.

On the drive to his hotel room, you thought about how you always imagined the different scenarios of what it’d be like when you’d ever meet Bucky again. What things you’d do differently or say. How you’d make sure to not trip or do something to embarrass yourself the next time. How you’d be more confident.

Parking was a pain in any city’s downtown, you ended up having to pay for parking twice in one night. Not surprising to you, they stayed in a nice hotel. It wasn’t over-the-top nor was it fancy, but it was definitely clean and a slight step up than of what was in your budget for booking a room.

When you’re finally at his door, you wonder if you were going to be catfished. Were there other people in his room? Were you really that special? Fuck it. Was the final thought, putting an end to the rest, and knocked at his door.

You hear a click and sliding of the chain door unlock, then you’re face-to-face with Bucky. He’s dressed down in sweats and a zip-up hoodie. He shoots you a smile and steps aside for you to come inside, there wasn’t much light offered to illuminate the room other than the ones the lamps attached on the wall between the beds and what little the TV could provide.

“Oh, thank God. You’re real.” Motherfucker. Did you really just say that?

Bucky laughed at that and you explained, honest with him, that this whole thing just felt surreal. He nodded in agreement, offering to take your jacket from you and a drink. It was alcoholic. Not denying him, you accepted it and waited to see what he would do next.

You watch him sit down on the king-sized bed with his feet up, one foot over the other. You’re standing there next to the dresser that also served as a stand for the TV he was watching a random show on. Not sure what to do, you set the drink aside, kick off your boots, leaving them next to the luggage rack, and sit on the spot next to him with a considerable amount of distance between your bodies.

It’s quiet and you’re trying to hush the voices in your head. Did he really invite you to just watch TV with him? Is this awkward for him? Oh, no. He’s going to realize I’m boring.

You feel the bed shift and you see Bucky is leaning over, opposite of you, to grab something from the nightstand. You don’t see much of what he’s doing as your view was blocked by his large back. When he changes positions, a brief spark of a flame emits from his hands. Your eyes trail up from his hands to his lips and notice it was a blunt. You were pretty sure this was a non-smoking room, but it wasn’t under your name, so it didn’t really matter in the end.

Of course, he did that kind of stuff. It was part of the lifestyle to be exposed to it. He took a steady hit and you watched as he exhaled slowly, a cloud of smoke disappearing into the air in front of him.

“Want a hit?” He asked passing and offering you the blunt.

It’d been a while since you last smoked anything. You tried it a few times and even then, you didn’t think you did it right. You stare at the neatly rolled blunt in between his thumb and forefinger, but not too long as to not let it go to waste and ash up all over the bed.

You steadily take it from him and carefully attempt to take a puff. Wrong. That puff was anything but steady. Not realizing how close you were actually sitting next to Bucky, when you tried to exhale you ended up coughing – terribly. Bucky’s face scrunches up as he braces for the impact of white smoke to hit his face.

“Oh my God,” you say covering your mouth in disbelief, but it was a bad idea because your body didn’t like that, and you ended up coughing even harder.

“I’m so sorry,” you manage to get out in between your coughing fit while passing him back the blunt and trying your best to waft at the smoke. Well, if you thought your first encounter with Bucky was embarrassing. This had to take the cake. It wasn’t proper etiquette to blow smoke in the other person’s face.

He waves it off letting you know that it wasn’t a big deal before taking another hit. He even begins to give you a few pointers to inhale in increments, until you get used to the smoke. You don’t even notice the long looks Bucky gives you hit after hit. You take a second to let the smoke stay in your mouth before you give it a second inhale, letting it process through your system before gently exhaling. It was a lot of fucking steps to remember.

“Don’t try to put too much emphasis into the exhalation,” he said as he watches you take another hit, almost perfecting it and with each puff and pass being deeper and longer than the previous, “see, you’re getting the hang of it!” He whimsically lifts his hand up for a high-five that you softly pat in return, but he seizes that moment to hold your hand instead, intertwining his fingers with yours.

The more you breathed in the more your body started to relax. All the edge was taken off and you felt good. You and Bucky continued to pass the blunt, smoking whatever was left of it and what he had with him, as you told random bits of information about yourselves to one another. By now, you and Bucky were leaning on each other, backs against the headboard, the TV barely audible as it continued to play a rerun of whatever that was on earlier.

“You know I really do remember you?” He says causing you to turn your head to look down at him. He has his gaze fixed on your hands, his thumb barely grazing the back of your hand. He’d been playing with your hand, drawing random shapes on it.

“That’s hard for me to believe,” you answer back truthfully.

“Why?” Bucky questions while looking up at you. He was in a slouched position, his hoodie and shirt rising up, allowing you a thin glimpse of his skin, while you sat a little higher up than him.

You admired his handsome face, the crease lines in his forehead, the faint and not so faint marks scattered all around it, his wet lips that shone when he ran his tongue over them and the stubble that surrounded it all down to his adorable nose. Then there were those blue eyes that once put you in an overawe of intimidation, were now a bit alarming in a new sense. They were swirling and growing darker.

“You meet new people every day, Bucky. There’s no way that I could’ve been that unforgettable to you.” You just couldn’t wrap your mind around that. Staring at him, you tried to read him, but you were too faded to concentrate.

“But you were,” he tells you in a low voice just before you notice his eyes shut and he leans in to place an experimenting kiss to your lips. He pulls back to quietly study your expression, and when you don’t show any sign of disapproval, he goes in for another.

This time with added pressure, more emotion, Bucky pulls you down by the back of your neck and casually slips his tongue in your mouth the moment your lips parted. Your heart started racing when you reciprocated his kiss, trying to keep up with him. He definitely liked to dominate. You could even slightly taste the blunt you both shared moments ago as his tongue tangled with yours.

He slips off his hoodie leaving him in a dark gray shirt. Navigating his body over yours, he pulls you down into a more comfortable position. He’s cradling the side of your face as your lips continue to move one another, getting hungrier and hungrier.

The movements cause your top to ride up, exposing your midriff. His hands wander down to caress your skin before you feel his fingers grip at the waistline of your jeans. You instantly grab his hand and stop him. This was moving all too fast for you.

Bucky didn’t press on it for too long and slipped his fingers out, running his hand back up your side and this time underneath what your tank top was covering left of your upper body. His hand snuck back out and started tugging at the material bunched underneath your breasts. When your top was finally discarded to reveal your red bra, he latched onto your neck, kissing up along your jawline and nipping at your ear, the sound of his harsh breathing sent a tingle at the contact and shivers through your entire body.

You winced when you suddenly felt one of his hands at the back of your head, yanking a handful of your hair causing your head to snap back. It gave him more access and you closed your eyes letting the sharp pain run its course and turn into something pleasurable as he practically devoured your neck. You could feel him inhale deeply, getting high on you, and possibly the lingering aroma of the drugs, and sucking tiny splotches onto your skin then licking to soothe them.

He pushed aside the straps of your bra as his lips travelled down your shoulder before stopping at the curve of your breasts. You briefly opened your eyes to see him fixated on your chest. He uses both hands to grope them.

“You think I didn’t notice these from the stage?” He asks now looking at you, squeezing and releasing them before pulling your bra down, your breasts spilling out of the cups. He instantly latches his mouth onto a nipple, while the other hand digs in between the mattress and your back to unclasp the bra. His tongue swirled around the nub, teeth lightly grazing and sucking at the skin around it.

You run a hand through his hair, it was a little sweaty and you couldn’t blame him. It was getting hot; you could feel the heat radiating off of him. It became even more apparent after he got rid of his shirt and you feel his clammy skin on yours.

He pulls back, straddling your waist, most of his body weight falling on his knees, careful to not to crush you. Your hands cascaded down his chest and rested at his thighs. You gave them a shy squeeze, something you’ve always dreamed of doing and you were only slightly satisfied.

Bucky flashes you another smile before he braces one hand next to your head and leans back over to fish something off the nightstand. When he pulls his other hand back you notice he’s going through something on his phone. Curious, you look at his face trying to get another read at him, but this whole night was just full of surprises. He finally looks at you before speaking.

“Can I ask you something and you promise not to freak out?”

It depends.

“Yeah…” Who were you kidding? You’d gladly get on your knees for this man. He swooped in for another hard kiss, your mind turning into mush just before you could get anything else out.

“I think it’d be so hot if we recorded ourselves,” his face was so close to yours making sure that your focus was on his and only his. He must’ve felt you shift because he allowed more of his weight to drop; he was closing in on you and it was like you almost had no chance of escape. You weren’t going to lie. The way his weight was crushing you and sinking you deeper into the bed felt really nice. You were speechless. He wanted to record a sex tape with you.

“I travel so much,” he starts listing off reasons why while still cradling the side of your face again, your hand bracing his forearm, and starts kissing your face, “it gets really lonely being on the road.” At this point, he’s probably kissed every inch, “I’d love to have this...it’d be so much easier for me to come thinking about you.”

Motherfucker. His dreamy voice speaking those words into you did one hell of a number because you were aching down there plus the way his hips dragged at your still jean-clad lower region didn’t offer much relief.

“I-I don’t know,” you hesitate for a bit. What if his phone got hacked and the footage leaked?

“It’s just for me, baby. I swear,” he asks with hopeful eyes.

Sure, you could’ve had the strength to say no, but you were more than willing to be everything he desired. With your consent, he sealed it with another wild kiss. The magnitude of it setting you ablaze.

Bucky sets his phone back on the nightstand, propping it upright, camera on front face mode to display the both of you on its screen, and at the perfect angle he hits the red record button.

It’s showtime.

He revisits the mission of removing your pants and is this time successful. If you both weren’t so faded, he’d probably have an easier time taking them off, but they were tight, and you were grateful he didn’t clumsily break your ankles in the process. Chucking them somewhere off to the side, with his fingers, he traces the top pattern of the matching red lace panties you had on.

He let out a faint chuckle commenting on how red is his favorite color. Oh, you knew. You precisely chose this set just in case you got lucky. He plants kisses to your hip bones, his lips evading the area that cried out for his attention the most, and slithered down the bed, so he had your calves now placed over his shoulders.

Bucky laid gentle pecks on them and came back up to start nipping at your inner thighs, most likely leaving his mark there also, until you felt the tip of his nose hit your center. Your panties were definitely a deeper shade of red at this point. He pushed your panties to the side enough to get started.

You feel the pads of his fingers begin to rub circular motions at your clit. The first wave causing your hips to jolt involuntarily. You feel the smirk that formed on his face against your thigh at your body’s response.

“So sensitive,” he says pushing your hips back down to continue his task at hand, “and so wet,” he added while pulling his fingers away to examine your arousal that coated his long digits. You don’t take your eyes off him and you almost forget how to breathe when you watch his lips wrap around his fingers, noting his eyes closed and how his cheekbones become more prominent on an already perfect jawline as he sucked them off clean.

When Bucky opens his eyes, they’re darker than before, clouded with lust. He roughly yanked at your panties, still in his other hand, effectively tearing the overpriced garment. After giving it a few more tugs, it was long gone. Headfirst in between your legs, Bucky craved for more of you. He licked a broad strip, down up, to your clit. His tongue teased your folds before dipping inside you, the intrusion causing you to gasp. Your body withered around desperately searching for a path to release. Bucky kept at it, his nose nudging your clit with each plunge his tongue made.

Not denying you of a finish, he adds his fingers into the mix, curling them to find that spot. Noting that your eyes had closed sometime during the act, he stills, and you whine at the sudden halt. Your hand aimlessly reaches out to his face. When you find it, you open your eyes and pick your head up to find out why he had stopped. Bucky offers one of his hands for you to hold on to before speaking.

“Baby keep your eyes on me,” he orders, and his eyes don’t leave yours as his head lowers back down to your pulsing heat. You struggle to keep your eyes open and head from lolling back in ecstasy because you desperately wanted to come. Fuck, he was so talented.

The noises as a result of his onslaught were downright sinful. Bucky’s hips started to ground into the bed trying to relieve some friction of his own. His moans tremble across your entire body. There’s no warning when you come, and you don’t even give him a chance to escape your thighs that clamp around face. Not that Bucky minded, feeling you clench around his fingers as he drank in more of what your body had to offer. Bucky only then emerges when your legs fall limp against the bed.

He plops back down next to you, but as he does so, he pulls you on top of him. Your lips reattach themselves with his and the raw nature of tasting yourself on his lips drive you both mad. He hadn’t even wiped around his face, so you feel the wetness on his chin scrape across yours, staining you with your own arousal.

Your hands moved on their own from planting themselves on his firm chest then working their way down the ripples of his abs, through the trail of hair leading to the top of the waistband of his sweats. You tauntingly pulled the drawstring to loosen it before letting it go and instead grip him through the soft material. Bucky grumbled at your actions, but let you carry on.

You palmed him, getting a feel of how thick and long he was. Bucky was growing whiny with each passing move your hand made, he took matters into his own and grabbed your hand, shoving it into his pants. Your hand instinctively wraps around his hard cock and you give it a light squeeze and a few strokes, generating long drawn out moans to spew from Bucky’s mouth.

His cock felt even better with nothing separating you two. Bucky’s pants and boxers easily slide down his muscular legs, which spread apart to give you room. You maneuver south to lie on your stomach, still in between his legs, and grab his member that was curved resting at his stomach and bring it your face.

“Wait,” he says almost breathlessly. Your mouth is only inches away from the head already weeping profusely. He sits up to rest on his elbows and retrieves his phone from the nightstand. Oh.

“Okay, smile for me,” he directs, and you follow his lead before your tongue darts out at his slit and follow the ring around the tip of his cock. You pull back to savor his taste for a moment, your hands spreading the pre-cum around his shaft. Your strokes are then accompanied by the long licks you give at the sides and to his balls that your other hand had been playing with. Bucky’s head rests on his pillow so his other hand could rest on the back of your head and guide you down his length. Your mouth immediately started to water, but it made it easier for you to bob up and down. He let you move at your own pace for the most part. Bucky pushed your hair off to the side, away from your face to get a better view of the outline of his cock poking at the inside of your mouth. You let his cock drag across the inside of your cheeks a few times until it audibly popped out of your mouth.

“Fuck me. I knew you’d be perfect.” His words mixed with his incessant moans were like honey pouring into your ears. He loved the way your eyes looked directly at him through the camera lens when you come up with a long tantalizing lick to the underside of his cock and crawling back up to straddle him.

Bucky gets a good shot of your flushed face and breasts that had some of your drool combined with his pre-cum running down your body before dropping his phone beside him. He sits up causing you to fall back down at the other end of the bed. He picks out a condom from the nightstand and you watch as it rolls down the length of his cock. You bite your lip watching it twitch.

He’s on his knees, but sitting on the balls of his feet, you are lying down patiently waiting for him. He swipes his cock through the wetness of your pussy, prepping himself to slide in. He’s watching your reaction with each pass his dick makes. Your body is yearning for him to be inside of you, to hit that fucking spot over and over.

Just when you think he’s about to do it, he’s reaching over for that damn phone again. Out of habit, you cover your face with your hands. Not only showing the last shred of humility you had left, but also because you probably looked like a fucking bitch in heat.

Bucky pulls your hands away, he still has the phone in his hands, and he’s got it angled to playback from his point of view before he finally pushes into you. He’s big, much bigger than what you’ve experienced, you think you need a moment to adjust, but he never gives you that opportunity and you find that it doesn’t matter when he feels so good. Too good that you find it hard to breathe with each thrust he’s making because he’s hitting it so deep. You push your hands out in front of you to his lower abdomen and attempt to slow him down. Bucky shakes his head and knocks your hands out of the way.

You let out an abrupt yelp at his retaliation to your failed efforts in trying to stop him with a particularly harder and much forceful thrust. Instead, your hands grab fistfuls of the hotel bed’s white blankets and just let him have his way.

“So beautiful,” he says spreading you further then coming down on you to reclaim your lips with his. He rips your hands from their tight grips on the bed sheets to pin them down next to the sides of your head. You don’t care where his phone went, just happy to have both his hands on you. The skin-to-skin contact just hit different sometimes.

The kisses become so feral you start to feel a burn around your mouth from his stubble. Bucky rolls his hips into yours deliciously, a damn true artist, the rhythm he’s got going sends you just about over but never fully beyond the edge to prolong the climax.

Much to your dismay, Bucky withdraws away from you again, back into his previous position, a new idea popping into his wicked mind. With his hard cock still inside you, he slides his hands under your hips and hoists your lower half up towards him, resting your ass on his thighs, effectively bottoming out. You don’t hold back at the way that made you feel and let out an embarrassingly loud moan. He holds still for a second and you’re not quite sure why. You try to move by wiggling your hips, but he holds you still.

He’s staring at how close your bodies are, connected, he moves just the slightest. It causes your pussy to contract and your stomach to tighten up. He does it again in different intervals, his eyes surveying the entire thing. The next push is a little harder and when you see the devious smile breakthrough his face, he does it even more. The thrusts are much sharper and almost painful, but it quickly subsides when you feel the head of his cock probe at the right spot.

Bucky lifts your hips up higher, your back arching in bridge fashion you weren’t aware you could even do until he resumes his new pattern of thrusts again. This new position aided his cock in hitting your sweet spot a little better. He’s filming you again and resting one of his palms on your stomach. He’s not only watching, but he’s feeling the bulge in your belly from the distension caused by the jabs of his cock.

“That’s my girl,” he praised, continuing to pound into you, “you take this cock so well.” The sight boosts Bucky’s ego and for you it actually probably wasn’t a good thing, but you’d be damned the angle did so many wonders to you right now.

“You love watching your cock go deeper and deeper inside me, Bucky?” You ask trying to look up at him from that position. Where did that come from? Your words cause him to freeze momentarily, but you could still feel his cock throbbing inside of you. He liked that.

Another impish thought running through his head, Bucky pulls out, picking you up so you’re also knee-height with him, giving you another searing kiss, then he’s behind you. He gently pushes you down, you on your elbows, Bucky leans over behind you, his soaked cock sliding up your ass resting on the small of your back as he places his phone back on the nightstand in the same position it had been in the beginning.

You don’t dare look at the screen in front of you, so you look down until you feel Bucky enter your pussy once more from behind. Your head rises and it wasn’t due to the surging pleasure, but because Bucky uses your hair as a rope to bring your body upright with his.

He thrusts up into you while he mutters incoherent slurs and lewd noises into your ear. He peppers the side of your face with wet and uncalculated kisses, his hands massaging your breasts before one of them migrates down to cup your pussy. His fingers dip in and starts another assault to your clit. You’re already tethering off the edge and on the brink of succumbing to him, but he just knew when to let up and keep you starved for more.

“Look at you,” he says, using his other hand to turn your head to face the small screen, the numbers continuing to go up. “You’re such a fucking slut for my cock,” you don’t argue with him and instead moan his name. “You like watching yourself fuck this huge cock, don’t you?” You couldn’t lie to yourself anymore; watching the two of you was hot. Your uncontrollable moans now muffled into Bucky’s palm. And he just kept egging you on, “I know I do. It’s gonna remind me just how tight this fucking pussy is.” Damn him.

“You want to come, baby?” He asks, the speed of his fingers picking up a notch.

You pull down Bucky’s hand to respond, “Mmm, yes. Fuck! Please let me come, Bucky,” you don’t know what has possessed you, but it spurs the both of you on even more. Your next words do it for Bucky, “I want to come all over your cock,” and he’s immediately coming and spilling into the condom, still inside you, you feel his release pump through him. He’s biting your shoulder, some of his weight coming down on you, his thrusts becoming erratic, but one did the trick for you and you finally let go.

And what drives Bucky even more wild, is that you don’t stop. You keep rolling your hips into him, riding it all the way out. Bucky’s trying to hold on, with a bruising grip on your waist, his forehead resting on your back; the aftershock of his release proving too much. Your release pours out freely, you feel some of it slide down the inside of your thighs mixed with sweat.

You sag against Bucky, each of your body weight balancing against the other. You feel him scatter lazy kisses up your back and pull your face towards him to press one against your lips, moaning in satisfaction. He slowly pulls out of you with a low groan, your body feeling numb when you fall forward to lie down on the bed. Bucky discards of the condom and shuts his phone off before settling next to you.

He pushes the hair out of your face, and you, facedown, peek an eye open. He has a more than content look on his face, you notice his eyes were back to their normal color. He allows some time to pass for you both to calm down. Sleep wants to overcome your body, but it doesn’t when Bucky’s touch puts you on notice again. He runs his hand up and down your back. He’s insatiable, but he didn’t anticipate your comeback in the end and put him in a daze. He could get addicted to you.

“Is it weird if I fly you out to Brooklyn?” He said out of nowhere. Brooklyn was thousands of miles away from where you lived. He wanted to pay your way to see him again. It was such an outlandish request. You’re starting to regain a more balanced sense of perception and thought, and you ponder on this for a few seconds. “Never mind. You think it’s weird,” he says lifting the blanket over his head turning his back to you. You could tell he was just trying to be cute.

“Oh, come on! You caught me off guard. You can’t blame me!” You respond, but he doesn’t budge. You muster up enough strength to sit up to lean over the side of his body, resting your chin on the top of his shoulder, and try to grab at the blanket. You pull it over his head and see the lazy smile etched across his pretty face. All you do is return the smile and close your eyes, basking in the post-coital bliss.

“Stay for the night,” came as his last request and turning to lie on his back, wrapping his arms around you.

You don’t think about your car, that’s still parked nearby or care if the parking rate is probably going up by the hour and start eating at your bank account. You don’t think about how pissed your friend would be when she wakes up in the morning and you’re still not back in time. You just think about how tomorrow he’d be far away. You scoot up to give him one more kiss before laying your head to rest on him and make the best out of the present. Happy that you went with your gut on this one.

A/N: This could flop. At first, it was easy to write, but then the ending tripped me up. & while I have your attention, please let me know, anonymously or not, if there’s an interest in a Chase Collins fic? Charles Blackwood smut, anyone? Anyway, I hope this delivered! Thanks for reading!

#mrwinterr writes #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fanfic #sebastian stan imagine #sebastian stan fanfic #sebastian x reader #sebastian stan smut #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan x y/n #marvel fic #rockstar!bucky barnes #rockstar!bucky #rockstar!au #happy

622 notes · View notes

shotsbyshae · 4 years

Text

Liar

Warnings: Language, Violence, Sexual Tension

Words: 1.1k

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: You’ve kept your promise to keep your distance from James Barnes for as long as you can, but you’ve always been a curious girl. That often leads you into trouble and makes a liar out of you.

A/N: Takes place post Endgame, so spoiler-ish.

Song: Liar by Camila Cabello

I said I won’t get too close.

James Buchanan Barnes.

Stay away from him.

Simple enough.

So, you did what any normal, sane person would – you joined S.H.I.E.L.D.

You’ve always been the one to tiptoe around the rabbit hole when you’ve been told to avoid it.

Curiouser and curiouser.

You had always managed to keep your distance whenever Barnes and Wilson were around, with Fury’s help of course – only watching – trying to go unnoticed by the former Hydra assassin.

But James Barnes had noticed you.

There was something about you that seemed familiar. He saw how some of the other agents looked up to you in admiration, to them, you were a Rockstar. To others, you were a liability with your hit first, ask questions later, attitude.

Questionable morals, compulsive behavior, arrogant, lack of respect for authority.

Those were the comments in your file, but all of your personal information had been redacted, even your name. Written above the black line in sloppy red ink – Agent X.

***

You call Fury for an assist, knowing the undercover op you’ve been working is going to end in a fight – a big one. He sends the closest agents he has – Wilson and Barnes.

Sam does a perimeter sweep while Bucky enters through the front door carefully.

The place is empty with the exception of you behind the bar, restocking the liquor shelf and you turn, eyes wide with surprise at his presence.

“Hi,” you greet him.

How are you supposed to keep your distance when he’s the only other person in the room? Why does he have to be attractive? The short dark hair and those blue eyes you can easily get lost in.

Stay away from that rabbit hole.

“Hi,” he smiles at you as he takes a seat at the bar.

Tiptoe. Tiptoe.

“Fury sent you?” you question, placing a beer bottle in front of him.

“He sent Wilson,” he responds. “I thought I’d tag along.” Barnes stares at you curiously. “I don’t think we’ve officially met, I’m –”

“I know who you are,” you interrupt him, the corner of your mouth twitching slightly as you stifle the urge to reciprocate his smile. “And I think you know who I am.”

“I have an idea,” Bucky responds as you pour yourself a shot.

“Well, you should know to keep your distance,” you down the amber liquid.

He tilts his head, “Why’s that?”

“It’s complicated.”

“I’ve seen you,” Barnes says quietly after taking a sip from the bottle. “Watching me, like you want to talk to me, but you don’t.” You flick your eyes up at him. “At first, I thought you were scared of me, but that’s not it, is it?” He watches the way you clench your jaw. “There’s something else.”

Just say it, you think to yourself.

The sound of the door flying open draws both your attention away from each other as a group of about fifteen men storm into the bar.

“That’s her,” one of the men states angrily. “That’s the bitch who’s working for S.H.I.E.L.D.”

“Friends of yours?” Barnes questions, glancing at you with a mischievous grin.

You shrug your shoulders innocently, “I’m very popular.”

“Looks like it.”

Sam comes in from the side door in time to join the fight that ensues. An all-out bar brawl, the thrill of which is intoxicating to you as the three of you take on the group. It doesn’t take long to diminish the mob immensely and you break a bottle of bottom shelf tequila over the head of a man who’s trying to get the best of Barnes as he takes on two other men at once.

“Thanks,” he says after landing a hard-right hook to his last guy.

“Anytime,” you reply coolly, having to tilt your head back to look at him. He’s standing close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off him.

Step away from the rabbit hole.

You don’t see the man on the floor behind you as he struggles with his weapon. Barnes does though, and he moves quickly, diving towards you. A shot rings out in the small room as the blue-eyed man knocks you to the ground beneath him, shielding your body with his. You hear the unmistakable sound of the bullet ricocheting off the vibranium before the two of you hit the floor – hard. Bucky trains his pistol on the man before you can catch your breath, and he fires two quick rounds into him.

He lays the gun down as he brings his attention back to you. The sheer weight of him on top of you crushes your chest. There are worse ways to go, you think as bright blue eyes full of concern stare down at you.

“You okay?” he questions, drawing your attention to his lips as you nod silently.

Soft.

Pink.

Curiouser and curiouser.

“Good,” he responds, and you can feel his heart begin to race through his chest. Whatever this is that you’re feeling – he’s feeling it too.

Staying away is easy until you get too close then –

Down you go.

Without a word you lift your head from the floor, pressing your lips against his and you feel the slight hesitation from him before his lips curl into a half smile against yours.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper pulling away, your head landing with a soft thud against the wooden floor.

There’s a roguish glint in his eyes, “Don’t be.” He stares at you for a moment in awe, unable to deny the pull he feels towards you, as if he’s known you forever.

He kisses you back – softly – tongue sliding against yours. You’ve thought about this moment before – his hands all over you. You should be ashamed, but you’re too far down this rabbit hole now to care. This tension between you is palpable and for a moment it feels like you’re the only two people left on the planet.

No one realizes Fury has entered the bar, until he speaks gruffly from close by, “That’s enough, Agent Rogers.”

Bucky pulls away at Nick’s words, his knees on either side of your thighs as he sits up.

“Rogers,” he nearly chokes on the name as it comes out of his mouth, his eyes blown wide at the realization.

“Wait – what?” Sam questions Fury, one eyebrow raised high.

“Cap’s granddaughter,” Nick responds loudly, glaring back down at the two of you in the floor.

There’s a multitude of emotions washing over Barnes’ face and you smirk, “I thought you knew.”

He runs a frustrated hand through his short hair, “No – I thought you were a Stark.” He sighs with a shake of his head. “Not Steve’s –” Saying his name is like a jolt of acknowledgement and he scrambles from on top of you, stumbling back a couple steps as he stands.

You prop up on your elbows, watching the man retreat as you say, “I tried to warn you.” Bucky looks down at the smug smile on your face, “Complicated.”

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #winter soldier #marvel #mcu #fanfic #fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfic #avengers fanfiction #avengers #avengers fanfic

359 notes · View notes

xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 4 years

Text

Pinky Promise

Bucky half-listened to his boyfriend on the phone. Clint was struggling to get a word in edgewise against the torrent of complaints being lobbed at him.

“Jennie,” he said, “What do you mean Sierra broke the test?” He sighed, “Well we already knew that. It’s her legs that don’t work properly. Not her brain.” Clint carded his fingers through his hair and sighed, “I know, I know. Look. I’ll do my best. She can’t keep moving schools like this. She needs some stability or she’s gonna start falling behind. This is the 6th school Eve’s put her in since Kindergarten.” He listens for a second and Bucky watches him. He looks worried. Defeated. And Bucky doesn’t wonder what the call is about. Sierra. His daughter. An 8-year-old with his big blue eyes and dirty blonde hair. The one person in Clint’s life more important to him than anyone else... The one person Bucky didn’t mind being upstaged by, even if he’d not officially met her.

“Okay, Jennie,” he said finally, “we’ll make this a test run. At least if she’s here, she’ll be safer... ish. Tell her I’ll meet the plane when she gets here. And that Nat is dying to make some cookies.” Bucky smiles a little. It seemed like all the avengers had a soft spot for her. Even Steve. Sierra was their little mascot. A welcome distraction from fighting and training. Clint hung up the phone and flopped back on the bed with a groan.

“What’d she break now?” Bucky asked pulling shoes on. Clint smiled a little, “An assessment to see how she was doing in math... The school is saying it’s a glitch and keeps making her retake it.”

“Why?” Bucky asked confused, “Shouldn’t they just put her in calculus or something?”

Clint snorted, “That’s what no one tells you about having a smart disabled kid. For every teacher that treats them like some weird inspirational story about defying odds, there are like two more that treat them like they belong in a freak show.”

Bucky frowned, “What’s the difference?”

“Inspirational kids get hallmark movies,” Clint said bitterly. “I fucking hate this. She’s 8 and she’s a smart kid. Just let her be a smart kid. Stop testing her. Six schools and every school it’s the same thing. The same bullies. The same New Kid thing. They yell at her for being smart then yell at her for dumbing herself down. Then to add insult to injury they shout at her for not playing with the kids that bully her.”

“What are you going to do?” Bucky asked quietly. They’d already talked about it. He knew. Clint wanted to bring her here to live. At least for a little while, until he found a better option. Until Eve would stop leaving her with an Aunt or a Cousin to go try and play rockstar.

“My best,” Clint answered, “She deserves that much.”

_______________

“Dad!”

The voice, his daughter’s voice made him turn and he laughed, throwing his arms out to scoop her up. “Hey, Sunshine!” he says, sweeping her easily up off her feet and hugging her close. She’s slight. A little undersized, a consequence of being born too early and underdeveloped. He knows that under her blue jeans there’s leg braces. But as she spider monkey hugs his torso, he’s too happy to see her to worry about how small she still is.

“Good flight?” he asks, brushing hair out of her eyes, a little anxious. She looks tired but as she nods and rests her head on his shoulder, he decides it’s not serious. That she just needs a nap and a snack. He kisses her head and picks up her little bag. It’s purple and covered in sparkly stickers. Clint reflected happily as he put his sleeping daughter in the car that he loved this and he’d happily keep her this age forever. He buckles her into the booster seat and tucks her stuffed mammoth into her arms gently before walking around to the driver’s side door. Hopefully, he thought, the drive from here to the compound would be a long enough nap. He wanted Bucky to meet her at her feistiest. He deserved to know what he was getting into.

_____

Bucky was trying not to be anxious. Trying, and failing. He didn’t want her to hate him. Or worse still, be afraid of him. He didn’t want to worry about the implications her living there would have to his relationship. But as Clint pulled up slowly, he couldn’t help it.

“Bucky,” Nat said laughing, “Relax, it’ll be okay. You’re not the first boyfriend Clint’s ever had. You’re just the first one he’s introducing.”

“What if she hates me?” he asked.

Nat snorted, “Bucky, it’ll be okay. Just remember, she’s not a doll. Even if Clint carries her around like one... He’s the only one who can.”

As if on cue, Clint got out of the car and unbuckled her booster seat, lifting up the sleepy girl and rubbing her back gently. “Shh,” he soothed, “It’s okay. We’re here. Nat’s waiting on you.” Bucky couldn’t hear Sierra’s murmured reply but it made Clint laugh and cuddle her gently.

“Gimme,” Nat said holding out her arms and scooping the kid up easily, “I missed my partner in crime.” She hefted the slight weight higher on her hip and kissed her head and little arms wrapped around her neck. “Hey, Tasha,” she said rubbing her eyes. “Hey, Princess,” Nat said, “Still waking up, huh?” You nod, yawning and she smiles, ruffling your hair fondly.

Sleepy Blue eyes fixed on him and Clint tugged the end of her ponytail gently, “This is Bucky,” he said, “He keeps me out of trouble when you’re not here.”

“He doesn’t do a very good job,” she says rubbing her eyes, and tracing the new scar on his forearm. Clint snorted, “He’s not had as much practice.”

“You’ll have to show me the ropes,” Bucky said, wrapping his metal arm around Clint’s waist gently. She nods and Bucky watches as she squirms to be put down, awake enough now to want to stand up. Nat obliges easily, setting her down and subtly making sure she’s steady on her own before actually letting go.

“Can I take my braces off now?” she asks.

Clint nods, “We’ll get your stuff up in your room and you can be barefoot for a while. I know. It’s probably not any fun flying with them on. Especially since your feet don’t touch the floor.” She nods and Clint ruffles her hair affectionately. Bucky watches the two of them walk side by side, Clint slowing his steps to accommodate for her shorter legs and her limp. Tony, Bruce, Steve, Thor... They all paused to ruffle hair and get a hug, seemingly oblivious to her fragile little body. Bucky didn’t realize until he saw her up close how small Sierra really was. How easily someone... he could hurt her if he wasn’t careful. It made him want to keep his distance. Watching Clint with her made him feel out of place. A feeling that only intensified by the hour.

The archer was a good dad, if a little absent. He knew exactly what hid kid liked to eat. The names of all her teacher, her favorite subject in school. He had a million pet names and he knew exactly what to do for skinned knees. Mostly, Bucky learned quickly that evening, that Sierra was more self-sufficient than he thought she’d be. That was a comfort. He’d worried that she wouldn’t be able to do... anything really.

Stairs were hard. Pouring drinks from a pitcher was hard. Tying shoes was a nightmare. But it could all be done. It was just... slow. Achingly slow. While irritating, it wasn’t impossible. That was... fine, he guessed. He wasn’t sure what to make of her. She was quiet around him. Stuck close to the people she knew. Not afraid of him but... wary.

As he listened to Clint tucking his daughter into bed, evidently reading a book that she had read dozens of times, complete with silly voices, it was strange. Clint didn’t do silly voices. He wasn’t serious but this was just so... wholesome. There were no dirty jokes. There were no sarcastic answers to questions. He was soft. So very soft. Wrapped around little fingers. Putty in little hands. About the time Clint was covering her face in kisses that made her giggle and tucking her stuffed toy into her arms, Bucky started to feel like he was creepy. Started to feel like he shouldn’t be hearing Clint singing “You are my sunshine” to her softly. He knew Clint did that. That he had since she was a baby. That it was the only lullaby-like thing Clint had ever heard. Or felt right to sing to her.

Bucky felt a little lost. Clint was a human disaster. A snarky asshole. A hero. It was hard to wrap his mind around the idea of Clint also belonging to someone else. A 50 pound 8-year-old with leg braces and a vocabulary that made Bucky feel like an idiot around the time she correctly used the word fascist in a sentence. Watching Clint brush a soft kiss against her head was like watching a scene from a movie. A scene that didn’t necessarily have space for a semi-stable 100-year-old man.

Clint flopped down on the couch with a groan and stretched lazily, “Well. That went well.” he said.

“Did it?” Bucky asked, “She hardly talked to me.”

“She’s kinda like a cat. Give her time and then you’ll miss the quiet.”

“Does Nat miss it?” he asked.

“No,” Clint chuckled, “Someone’s gotta give her an outlet for all her overprotective instincts.”

“Oh no.”

“They have tea parties... and I dread the day Sierra starts dating. Tasha is gonna lose her shit.”

“And you won’t?” Bucky asked quirking an eyebrow.

“I mean... probably? But honestly, I’m more worried about the fate of the first poor boy to break her heart.”

That makes Bucky snort, “Nah,” he teases, “She’s gonna break all the hearts. She’s a cute kid.”

“Thankfully she looks like her mom.”

“Shut up, you’re hot.”

Clint blushed and Bucky stole a kiss, carding fingers through his hair. The reassurance was nice. Clint melted into the touch like he always did, even if he didn’t burn under his hands.

“Thank you,” Clint said quietly when they pulled away.

“For what?”

“For staying. I know you didn’t quite sign up for the Step-Parent gig when you hooked up with me.”

Bucky smiled a little, “I signed up for you,” he said. “Sierra is part of the deal... I just. I just don’t want to hurt her.”

“You won’t,” Clint soothed, “I know you won’t. I wouldn’t have let you near her if I thought you were.”

The Assassin nodded, thinking.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Clint asked after a long moment.

“Does she like the Zoo?”

Clint smiled a little and kissed his head, “She does... We should take her tomorrow. The last hurrah before school.”

“School,” Bucky snorted, “She knows what triskaidekaphobia means... I’d say she doesn’t need school.”

“You’re probably right,” Clint said grinning, “But, she’s gotta do something with her time.”

#Winterhawk #clint barton #natasha romanoff #Bucky Barnes #fluff #Dad!Clint #Soft!bucky #soft!clint #OFC #DOMESTIC AVENGERS #domestic fluff #domestic bucky #domestic clint

51 notes · View notes

facemypast · 5 years

Text

𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑻

REPOST, DON’T REBLOG !

tagged by: stolen from @storiesofwildfire :) tagging: you!!

𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬

FULL NAME. James Buchanan Barnes NICKNAME. Bucky GENDER. Male HEIGHT. 6′0″ AGE. Either 34 or 102, depending how you slice it ZODIAC. Pisces SPOKEN LANGUAGES. English, Hebrew, Italian, French, German, Russian [all learned either at home with family or picked up during the war]. He also knows more languages that were necessary for being the Soldier, but he usually doesn’t know he knows them until it comes out of his mouth, or he hears them and understands them. These include Portuguese, Spanish, Bengali, Mandarin, Japanese, Arabic, and Hindi.

𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬

HAIR COLOR. Brown EYE COLOR. Steel blue SKIN TONE. Underlying tan/olive tone (his Italian heritage), tans nicely, but is often pale BODY TYPE. Thicc- lots of muscle, athletic build, with some pudge on top VOICE. Baritone, often raspy or hoarse DOMINANT HAND. It depends. When he was younger, he was left-handed. After the fall, he used his left man mostly for defense or great force; as the Soldier he was trained to be ambidextrous for most weapons. Now, unless he’s fighting, he uses his right hand, since it’s safer for day-to-day things. POSTURE. Often tight and coiled, not unlike a predator. Curled in on himself just a tad, always ready to run or fight. Very tense. SCARS. Since Bucky does have a bastard version of the serum, most scars don’t stick, unless they’re real bad, or were opened up multiple times. The big ones around his arm, obviously, which are from both the (multiple) surgeries to attach it and/or upgrade it, as well as his past attempts to remove it. He’s got some small surgical scars along his left ribs, left collarbone, and his spine, where they opened him up to attach all of the metal to his bones to support the arm. Some larger wounds from shrapnel or bad gunshots scattered over his legs and back. TATTOOS. None right now in his main verse. In his rockstar verse, Bucky’s got a ton all over his left arm and torso. BIRTHMARKS. A small brown patch on his right hip. MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S). The metal arm, of course. His eyes, as well- not only for the color, but they’re always sharp, always on guard and analyzing everything he sees. They see you.

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝

PLACE OF BIRTH. Shelbyville, Indiana HOMETOWN. Brooklyn, New York City, New York SIBLINGS. Three younger sisters- Becca, Abigail, and Grace PARENTS. George and Winifred Barnes

𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞

OCCUPATION. Part time superhero, I guess? Mostly he just trains younger recruits, tinkers in a lab, and does fight analysis CURRENT RESIDENCE. Verse-dependent, but usually Brooklyn or Manhattan, New York City, New York CLOSE FRIENDS.Most of the Avengers- Steve, Natasha, Clint, Sam, Bruce, Wanda, Thor. Shuri and T’Challa, some of the Dora. His two cats. Any children that come his way RELATIONSHIP STATUS. Verse dependent FINANCIAL STATUS. Technically, wealthy? He is an Avenger, best friends with a king and a god, and lives in Tony Stark’s building; he never wants for anything. But he doesn’t have a true income source or job. He grew up on the poor side of middle-class, so he still has that scrupulous mindset sometimes. DRIVER’S LICENSE. Nope CRIMINAL RECORD. ...... big yike. Technically, lots of murder/manslaughter, probably abduction, reckless endangerment, conspiracy. But Bucky himself pre-war, or since escaping Hydra, doesn’t have a record. VICES. Smoking and drinking, though usually not to excess. Paranoia, keeping everything locked up inside of him, not asking for help. He can be stubborn to a fault, and has a temper.

𝐬𝐞𝐱 & 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

SEXUAL ORIENTATION. He identifies as bisexual, and he basically is attracted to any kind of person PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE. submissive | dominant | switch PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE. submissive | dominant | switch LIBIDO. Higher than average, but not enough to be classified as hypersexual. He just likes to feel good, likes to feel needed and get that physical contact. Also he definitely uses it as a distraction/escape sometimes. TURN ON’S. Physically? There’s a lot, but the big ones are: hair pulling, someone domming him (gently), praise, being held down (to a certain point), and oral. In a person as a whole? Trust, definitely. Patience, kindness, a good sense of sarcasm for sure. TURN OFF’S. Physically- too rough, humiliation, tight restraints, anything extreme like that. In a person- bigotry, dishonesty, generally any assholery. LOVE LANGUAGE. Quiet gestures of support, letting the other person in to see whats going on with him, tiny gifts he either made or found and thought of the other person, lots of pet names. RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES. He tends to be down on himself a lot, ready to bolt at the first sign of being too much or not being good enough for his partner. Bucky gives his all in a relationship, because he has to trust his partner a lot to show that vulnerability, so he’s in it until the end, whenever that is; he’s not one for flings. He craves the closeness and comfort of another person so he can be very touchy/clingy, but that’s only if he’s secure in the relationship (and not having a Bad Day). He almost always puts his partner first in everything, though his own issues can often end up leading to arguments or misunderstandings or just general frustration.

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG. Survivor Guilt by Rise Against HOBBIES TO PASS TIME. Movies, baking, knitting and other various crafts, some sparring or the occasional mission, the gun range, generally working with the Avengers in advising and training LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED. I’d say more left-brained. Bucky as a sniper has a really good grasp on math and geometry, and he’s a big nerd and is all about science, space, and engineering. He’s got his creative parts, especially story-telling, but he definitely leans more towards analytical and logical in his thought processes. PHOBIAS. Well, losing control or time, for one. Extreme cold. Heights and falling. Snakes. Harming loved ones, or not being able to save them. Turning back into the Soldier or losing his autonomy again. Tight spaces or restraints. SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL. Not as high as it used to be. It varies with the day and his mood, but generally he doesn’t think too highly of himself and can be very critical/down on himself. It comes back when he’s around those he trusts. VULNERABILITIES. His past and the traumas since then, any of his loved ones (Bucky would do anything to save those close to him, even at great cost to himself), desire to appear as unflinching and steady while hiding the chaos in his head

#★≡【(re)вυιlт ғroм тнe вoттoм υp│нeαdcαɴoɴ】

4 notes · View notes

sj-ficrecs · 3 years

Text

FIC REC 5:

Another fic rec round up of some of my faves I’ve been reading and re-reading lately (in no specific order). This is also purely a fic rec blog, so enjoy! See my other fic recs linked below.

previous fic recs: one // two // three // four

Lady Killer by @mymoonagedaydream

“By now you were pretty skilled at recognising players, but for some reason you just couldn’t fucking stay away from them.”

Sunrise by @wkemeup veteran!Bucky x librarian!reader

“After an explosion takes his arm and his only sense of belonging, Bucky is discharged from active duty and sent back to civilian life. Left with a storm of unchecked guilt, Bucky is content to live out the rest of his days in the hollow comfort of the dark. This is, until Sam drags him down to the local VA and he meets you. (Modern AU)“

So Happy by @mrwinterr (sequel to Happy) Rockstar!Bucky x Reader

“After a night with your favorite artist, you’re left wondering where you both really stand.”

Most Wanted by @sgtjbuccky Thief!Bucky Barnes x Reader

“The life you dreamed of wasn’t the one you lived. Day in and day out you tried to change the outcome, but somehow you always ended up right where you began. Fed up with it all, you wished upon a star and was granted with Bucky Barnes, and it wouldn’t take you long to realize that whatever mess you were about to get tangled up in, it would change your life entirely. (Disney’s Tangled/Modern!AU)“

Melt With Me by @daffodilsbucky Blacksmith!Bucky x princess!reader royal AU

“The reader, the princess of the kingdom of Shield, has to choose a royal spouse in time for her birthday ball, but a lowly blacksmith already has her heart.“

I Promise by @moonbeambucky Chris Beck x reader “Before heading to Mars Chris Beck reconnects with his best friend, unaware of the outcome of their night together. With the burden of his mission will Chris make a promise he can’t keep?“

Sea of Strangers by @brooklyns-boys Bucky x reader (Story on the Google Drive link)

Reader comes from another timeline where she’s married to Bucky, travels to Endgame timeline to help fight Thanos as their world is snapped away. They also meet this timeline’s Bucky Barnes.

State of Grace by @spidey-babe-parker Modern!Bucky x neighbor nurse reader

“He’s a lives next door and is someone who sleeps around often. She’s a nurse who is struggling to get enough sleep because of his night time activities.“

Recluse by @mymoonagedaydream Modern Veteran!Bucky x reader

“You barely even expected to get a conversation out of Steve’s reclusive roommate, never mind anything more than that.”

Between the Stars by @all1e23 Modern veteran!Bucky x reader, past veteran!Steve x reader

“Struggling with the death of your husband, you find comfort in someone unexpected.”

I’m With You by @wkemeup Modern!Bucky x reader

“When two strangers meet on a layover in the Charlotte Airport, they are sent on a whirlwind weekend filled with cancelled flights, painful questions over giant checkers, an ex-boyfriend’s wedding, and a confrontational graduation. They find that a lifetime can sit in the span of three days and it doesn’t take very long at all to fall in love.“

A World of Our Own by @shreddedparchment Bucky x reader Castaway AU

“You and a man named Bucky crash land on a deserted island. Can the two of you come together and make it until rescue comes? After you begin to fall for the mysterious Bucky Barnes, will you even want to be rescued?“

Strange Times by @beccaanne814 Bucky x reader

“You have a certain type - smart, charming, and handsome as sin. For years you’ve been in love with the only man you thought possessed all of those traits, but a chance encounter with a Strange individual sends you and a certain ex-assassin on a journey of self-discovery. As you try to find a way back home, will you also be able to uncover the perfect man hidden beneath layers of guilt and self-loathing.“

Love or Hate by @justsomebucky Modern!Bucky x reader

“When the reader’s shot at a better life is stolen from her, she continues to see the person responsible all over town. Will she learn that there’s a fine line between love and hate?”

209 notes · View notes

thestuckylibrary · 6 years

Text

Group Ask 56

What is a group ask?

Previous Group Asks

AO3 Search Tutorial

Please send us an ask stating which group ask and which person you are replying to. Thank you so much in advance!

Anon 1 said:

Looking for a fic I read in the last two-ish years where Bucky was never brainwashed, he liked being the Winter Soldier. Pre-civil war. Steve crushes on him for being bad, there's a scene with them in a bathtub where Bucky has a knife, and in the end the home through Siberia with the avengers fighting xenomorphsm. You'd think that would be enough detail to find it, but I'm coming up empty.

kindsokind and Anon sent in (I'm Friends With The) Monster by BetteNoire (WeAreWolves) (WIP | 40,544 | E) - AO3 restricted

Anon 2 said:

Agesssss ago I read a shrunkyclunks fic and after talking for ages online steve and bucky finally meet at a comic con but Steve is there in uniform officially as cap and bucky turns up dressed like him because I think he was made to by one of his friends???

whitewolfwintersoldier and Anon sent in Matchmaking by Nori (complete | 34,320 | M)

Anon 3 said:

Hey. I don't remember much about this fic, besides from a scene right at the start where Bucky sleeps with Steve and Steve finishes really early, and then later in the fic Bucky realises Steve was a virgin and starts to apologise. I've scoured the tags and i've got nothing :( Thanks!

orchidsrule sent in Through a dark night, without a sunrise, love will tell us where to go by LunaCanisLupus_22 (complete | 126,298 | E)

semilunaris said:

Hi! OKAY so I've looked everywhere but can't find it. I read this one back in 2016 and loved it. Basically it takes place in the 80s or early 90s. Winter Soldier receives a mission to go to the arctic or Baltics or something like that, Natasha is there but she's a kid. Eventually they find Steve and Bucky regains his memories and they all escape but the narrative is soooooo good and I've looked everywhere. Help, please! If possible!

orchidsrule sent in A Distant Early Warning by andloawhatsit (oneshot | 25,069 | T)

Anon 4 said:

Can you help me find the fic where Steve finds Buckys flesh light and then Bucky fucks him with the flesh light on?

Anon 5 said:

I read a fic where there was gun play but steve was very uncomfortable but he went along with it because he thought bucky needed it. But when they were done he asked him to never do that again? That’s all I remember, it was angsty smut

Anon sent in the way you keep your hands so still by saveourtiredhearts (oneshot | 1,158 | M)

Anon sent in i'm feeling like a loaded gun (and when it's done i'm the only one) by notcaycepollard (oneshot | 3,931| E)

kleeklein said:

Hi sorry to bother you. I swear I’ve been trying to find this fic on my own but ugh! Not. Bucky lives on his own and he and Steve are dating. Bucky gets Tony to rent out the planetarium for dinner and a show one nighttime. Then Steve finds a plane ticket and freaks out. Bucky finds him at the tower in not so good shape. Bucky has a secret but it’s not what Steve thinks at all. Thanks in advance.

Anon 6 said:

I’m trying to find this one shrunkyclunks fic where they broke up but then civil war happened and Steve shows up at Buckys door and Bucky doesn’t like Steve bc he broke up w a note or something I can’t find it! Please help!!

Anon sent in Secret Identity by lesbuchanan (WIP | 41,481 | T)

victoria-wayne said: possible poly, /others

Okay so I’m looking for a fix where Steve is super cuddly and he’s dating Bucky but he basically make out and cuddles all the other avengers except tony. This is because tony acts like Steve Rogers and cap are the same person. This leads to toney getting left out of the hangs and I remember that someone says they feel bad about letting keeping tony out but then Steve blows someone and they get distracted. There is more to the fic but that’s the parts I remember. Pls help you are my rockstars!

metisecret sent in Defiled National Icon by zetsubonna (complete | 3,753 | E)

Anon 7 said:

Hi! I'm looking for a Stuckony fic where after its announced that gay marriage is legal Steve and Bucky decided to get married which breaks Tony's heart since he was never asked about it and after he plans everything for Stucky he ends his relationship with them which surprises them. He ends up with T'Challa.

itsagentromanoff sent in To Have and to Hold by arianapeterson19 (oneshot | 3,835 | T) - polyamory

#group asks

52 notes · View notes

thepartyresponsible · 6 years

Text

another fill! this one is for @plantgrapes, who asked for a bodyguard and rockstar au with clint and jason. i got a little carried away, so i’m just posting a snippet of it now. i’ll post the rest of it on ao3 later.

“No, come on,” Clint says, horrorstruck, betrayed. “Coulson, please. Come on.”

“You have your assignment.” Coulson doesn’t even blink as he pushes the folder another inch or two across the desk. “I’d focus on packing, Barton. Your flight leaves in an hour.”

Clint hunches forward in his chair, buries his head in the hand that’s not currently wrapped in a brace. Beside him, he can hear Natasha doing that thing she does, where she politely clears her throat instead of laughing in his face.

“Too bad, Barton,” she says. “Maybe you should stop jumping off buildings.”

“Yeah,” Clint mumbles, “or maybe I should aim for the sidewalk instead of the dumpster.”

“We’re all very sorry,” Natasha says, not quite rolling her eyes, “that you have to spend the next four weeks hanging out with rock stars instead of hunting war criminals in Somalia.”

Coulson drops another file on the desk. “Don’t be too sorry,” he says. “You’re going too.”

The smile evaporates from Natasha’s face. “What,” she says, flat, disbelieving. For that one, beautiful moment, this whole clusterfuck is almost worth it, and then Clint remembers: rock stars, tour buses, bodyguard duty, and it’s not worth it at all.

Clint skims the file, but reading while flying always gives him a headache, so he decides, as usual, to let Nat take care of all the complicated interpersonal bullshit. He knows all he needs to know. Someone with money is trying to kill at least two members of The Outlaws, and SHIELD’s involved because someone, somewhere, called in a favor.

Or maybe because someone, somewhere, is holding a grudge. It’s difficult to tell if their primary objective is supposed to be protecting the band or eliminating the hitman. Even Coulson hedged, when Clint asked.

“Well, here’s something redemptive,” Natasha tells him, as Clint fusses with the tray table and considers faking a heart attack. “They’re French history scholars.”

“No,” Clint says, “stop it.”

“Their latest single,” she continues, holding up her phone, “is about guillotines.”

Clint squints at the cover art on the screen. “Is that the president?” he asks. “Is that the president’s head in a basket?”

She nods, mouth curling up. “It’s called ‘Let Them Eat Debt.’”

Clint considers that for a long moment and then nods. “Listen,” he says, “about our suicide pact.”

“We don’t have one,” she says, as she reaches into his hoodie pocket to steal his headphones.

“Yeah,” he says, “that’s what we need to talk about.”

She shakes her head, still smiling, and hands him one of the earbuds. “Calm down,” she advises. “They’re not that terrible.”

“Nat,” he says, as she starts the first track, “I can already tell this is shit. You can’t dance to this.”

“You can’t dance at all,” she reminds him, because she’s cruel, and merciless, and can dance to anything, at any time, no matter how much vodka she’s had or how much blood she’s lost. “Now, stop whining, and listen.”

They aren’t terrible. They’re just young, and pissed off, and loud about it, and Clint has no patience for that kind of thing.

“I was right,” he says, when the song ends. “You can’t dance to that.”

“You can’t,” Natasha repeats, as she scrolls through the available albums. “I’m going to play this the next time we get a raid. The only thing it’s missing is gunfire. And arterial spray.”

Clint is assigned to the lead singer. Nat gets the drummer, a nervy combat vet who voluntarily goes by “Bucky,” has a prototype prosthetic, suspiciously nice hair, and PTSD.

“Can we switch?” the singer asks, hand in the air like they’re in high school. He’s Jason Todd, and, as far as Clint could tell from his file, his hobbies are limited to playing music, being unfairly attractive, and getting into fights with anyone who holds still long enough.

“Depends,” Natasha says, with a shrug. “Why?”

“For symmetry.” He jerks a thumb over his shoulder, toward Barnes, and then nods toward Clint. “They’d look great together. I mean, they even fucked up the same arm.”

“Jesus,” Barnes says, closing his eyes. “Jason, come on.”

“He might as well look good,” Jason says, shrugging. “Because he’s sure as fuck not needed for anything else.”

“Hell, Nat,” Clint says, shoving his good hand in the pocket of his jeans so he won’t be tempted to throttle this guy where he sits. “It’s almost like we’re not wanted here.”

“We were hired to do a job.” Natasha smiles at the singer, flashing teeth. “We are going to do that job,” she says, “and you are going to survive until the end of our contract.”

“You can both look after Bucky,” Jason says. “I’m fine on my own.”

“Jason,” Bucky says, quiet. He’s got that exposed nerve look to him, the listlessness that comes from being burned out, hyperaware for too long. He presses his lips together, gives Jason a look that’s a little too raw, edging toward pleading.

Jason stares back for a long moment. Clint reflects on how it’s going to be a real bitch, explaining to Coulson that he beat up Jason Todd for being mean to his own bandmate. And then Jason sighs, deflates, and runs a hand through his hair.

“Alright,” he says, narrowing his eyes at Clint. “But if you fall in love with me, I’m not singing you any Goddamn Whitney Houston songs.”

“Yeah,” Clint says, rolling his eyes. “That’s really not going to be a problem.”

Jason, somehow, gets to introduce them to the band. Allegedly, they’re undercover because there’s a chance some member of the crew is responsible for the murder attempts. Clint thinks it probably has more to do with Jason not being ready to admit that he can’t fight the whole world by himself.

“This is Natalie,” Jason says, pointing at Nat. “She’s a photojournalist. She’s working with Bucky. And Artemis, for the record, I already asked, and she’s in a committed relationship, so we’re preemptively enforcing the three-foot rule.”

Artemis looks up from her laptop. She eyes Natasha thoughtfully for a moment and then refocuses on her screen. “The three-foot rule is only for Harper,” she says. “About you.”

“Bullshit,” the last bandmate says, dragging himself off the couch. He’s Roy Harper, redheaded, gangly, and allegedly in recovery, although Clint hasn’t seen a sober man wear a backwards trucker hat since the early 2000s. “Jay loves it when I get handsy with him. The three-foot rule was about you and the paparazzi. And also those girls who followed Bucky into a bathroom once.”

“Into a bathroom?” Clint tips his head, feigns contemplation. “It sounds like you guys need some kind of security team.”

“What for?” Roy asks, blinking. “We’ve got Jay.”

Jason gives Clint an absolutely insufferable smirk and then says, “This is Clint. He’s, I dunno. My assistant, I guess.”

Roy assesses Clint, and his eyes stall out on the brace around his wrist. “Shit, what happened to your hand?”

What happened is Clint broke his wrist after he dropped from a three-story building and had a disagreement with the fire escape on the way down. What happened is Natasha was in the street, vulnerable, and he drew fire from two separate helicopters armed with machine guns.

What happened is classified.

Clint opens his mouth to give some kind of bland, believable lie, and then Jason starts talking.

“He’s, just.” Jason waves his hand, dismissive at first and then oddly graphic at the end of it. “He’s really bad at jerking off.”

There’s a long, pregnant pause. Clint spends most of it fantasizing about punching Jason in the back of the head. Bucky levels a glare Jason’s direction that suggests he’s having similar thoughts.

“Wow,” Roy whispers, staring at Clint. A curious, considering look crosses his face, and then he runs his tongue over his lip and gives him a weird little wave. “Well,” he says, “if you need any coaching--”

“Three-foot rule,” Jason says, immediately. “Jesus Christ, Roy.”

“I can just talk him through it,” Roy says, wide-eyed and earnest. He looks at Clint, and, somehow, he’s just sincere enough that it’s impossible to take offense. “From however many feet away you want,” he says. “Whatever you’re comfortable with.”

“Thanks,” Clint says, nonplussed.

“Don’t give up on your dreams,” Roy tells him.

“Okay,” Jason says. “We’re done.”

“I’m sorry about Roy,” Jason tells him, later, in a tone that implies he’s sure as hell not sorry about Roy, and, also, Clint can go fuck himself if he has a problem. “He’s not always—it’s been awhile since he had to talk to strangers when he wasn’t high out of his fucking mind, so. He’s not great at it. Sometimes.”

Clint’s faintly surprised that Jason made it all the way through that explanation. He’s seen people spit out teeth with more grace and good cheer. “Honestly,” he says, “Harper’s fine. You’re a bit of an asshole, but I don’t have a problem with Roy.”

“Good,” Jason says. He squints at him, chin ducked, jaw tight. Clint keeps his hands open and relaxed at his sides, can’t for the life of him figure out if this guy wants to fight him or not. “He’s my best friend,” Jason says. “I mean, there’s Bucky and Artemis. Who are also my best friends.”

“Sure,” Clint says. “Look, I just told you. I don’t have a problem with any of them. You’re the only one who’s pissing me off.”

Jason stares at him for a beat, and then another, and then, finally, he relaxes. “Fine,” he says. “I don’t give a fuck what you think about me.”

The fact that he cares what Clint thinks about the others is the first thing about Jason Todd that Clint’s actually liked. Other than his jawline, and how tight he wears his jeans.

“Good talk,” Clint says. “Now let’s talk about those unlicensed firearms I found in your tour bus.”

“Yeah, don’t worry about those. They won’t trace back to any of us.” Jason raises his eyebrows at Clint’s expression and seems to think further explanation is required. “I stole them,” he says, “from a bunch of drug dealers in Gotham.”

Usually, when Clint accuses someone of illegal activity, they have the decency to deny it once or twice. He’s caught, wrong-footed, because he hadn’t actually found any guns, hasn’t had any opportunity to search the tour bus, and what the hell did he mean he stole from them drug dealers in Gotham.

“Shit,” Jason says, narrowing his eyes. “You aren’t law enforcement, are you?”

“You know,” Clint says, philosophically, “the hardest part of being a bodyguard is protecting the client from themselves.”

“Oh, suck it up, Costner,” Jason says, rolling his eyes. “At least you didn’t work for any of those dealers.”

#writing #fic #fill #band au

106 notes · View notes

peterparkerneverland · 6 years

Text

The Last Fight: A Marvel Family One Shot.

PLEASE READ:

I haven’t seen AIW yet. I’m seeing it tonight, but I know some stuff is going to go down. So, before the MCU is changed forever, I’m going to write a nice long one shot about the reader (you) and all the main crew sitting up in the Avengers Compound before what may very well be their last battle together as a family. Alright. Here we go. Characters: As many as I could get in here.

Warnings: Mild language, mentions of panic attacks. //

It’s quieter than you’d thought it be. Feels like there should be some sort of commotion. Tony should be adding last minute updates to a suit, Cap should be giving Peter advice on how to block a blow from a strange angle, Shuri should be arguing with Bruce about some scientific type stuff you never quite understand, but instead there is silence. You all sit around what Tony’s deemed “the family room”, refusing to look at each other, in fear of what you might say. In fear that everything you feel will come spilling out in a mess of tears and broken phrases. Because you know what this day is, how these next few hours, minutes, seconds...could be your last. “Guys” comes Tony’s voice, that same calm confidence lacing the word. He turns away from the window he’s been staring out of for the last fifteen minutes, taking a heavy breath as he gazes at everyone in the room, his eyes finally landing on you. “I think since there’s a fairly good chance we could die soon,” he says bluntly, “we should take this time to do something special” his words seemingly sincere, but there’s that look in his eyes, that faint shadow of a mischief you’ve come to know so well, “I think, we should all sit in a circle, and tell secrets” And suddenly, you’re not “The Avengers” anymore. Not superheroes who have seen and been through too much, who have lost loved ones and found them again in each other, who are about to risk their lives for what could be the last time, no.

You’re just...a family. “Fine, but only if you go first Stark” Steve smiles as everyone moves to the floor of the family room, pushing back couches and armchairs to make enough room for you all to sit in a wide circle. You run into the kitchen to grab whatever food you can carry, ending up with an array of chips, cookies, two cartons of ice cream, and the last of the homemade brownies you and Steve made the other day, baked with some special chocolate T’Challa insisted was the best in the world, as is everything from Wakanda. You jump into the circle and put the food in the middle, letting everyone grab what they want, but saving a brownie for Peter. They’re his favorite. You turn around looking for somewhere to sit, when Bucky reaches out his hand and pulls you onto his lap, wedged between Peter and Tony. He wraps his arm around your waist, and you snuggle back so your head lays against his chest, steadily rising and falling with each breath.

“Alright Stark” Thor says in that commanding voice of his, “Proceed with the festivities” Everyone leans in expectantly, waiting for what is sure to be an interesting tale. “Well I’m a man of very few secrets, an open book really. An intelligent and extremely handsome book some might say-“ “Get on with it Tony” Nat says with a serious expression, but you hear the humor behind her words. “Fine, fine” he sighs, throwing up his hands in mock surrender, “Uh, let’s see here, a secret. I don’t really...well actually I guess...okay but none of you are allowed to laugh” “I can in no way, shape, or form, promise that I won’t laugh” Quill nods swiftly. Tony sends him a look, but continues. “Well sometimes when I go to sleep I keep the television on and put it on a random channel and one night I was bored with the usual news stations and soap operas so I ended up leaving it on that one channel, the Mickey Mouse guy one...” “Disney channel?” you offer, suddenly realizing the only other person who may know what that is is Peter. “Yes! Yes that’s the one. Well I got really into the show about the girl with two lives, one where she’s like a rockstar or some shit, and then she’s a normal girl. And I’d watch it almost every night it came on and yeah. That’s the secret” he finishes quickly. At this point, the only two people cracking up are you and Peter, the idea of Tony Stark lying in bed watching Hannah Montana enough to make your sides hurt with laughter. No one else seems to understand why this is such a hilarious thing, as no one else finds themselves watching much casual television. “Well, since you’re having such a great time, why don’t you go next Parker” Tony smirks, Peters laughs instantly dying down, “Every high school kids got secrets” You shift slightly so your head is resting on Bucky’s shoulder, gazing at Peter expectantly. You two have been close ever since he first came to live at HQ, waking up much too early to train in the gym, and staying up much too late to watch your favorite movies, even rooming together on nights where sleeping alone invited too many tormenting memories to resurface. So you can’t imagine there’s something about him you don’t already know. “And none of that “I don’t really have secrets” shit Parker, we all know you’ve got at least one...” Sam says, letting his voice trail off ominously, and you could’ve sworn his gaze flickered to you. Peter flushes bright red. “Well...I guess...I mean it wasn’t really...we didn’t...” he stutters, not meeting anyone’s gaze. “Just say it. Tear it off quick, like a bandaid” Steve advises, clapping him roughly on the back. He takes a heavy breath, closes his eyes, and speaks. “WELL WHEN I FIRST CAME HERE I SORTA MAYBE HAD A SMALL CRUSH ON (Y/N)” he shouts in a quick flurry of words, sitting perfectly still after the secret has been spoken, as if moving a muscle will break the veil of silence that has fallen over everyone. “Well that’s not exactly a secret” Wanda says, snatching the bag of Cool Ranch Doritos from Loki’s grip, “We’ve all known that for like, ever” Collective nods of agreement go around the circle, Peter’s jaw hanging open in surprise. “But...how...I...” he sputters uselessly. “Peter,” you say after a moment, “We used to cuddle on the couch and watch movies for hours. I think it was sorta maybe a little bit obvious that we liked each other” He tries to no avail to suppress a grin from spreading across his face, turning away so you can’t see him blush once more. “You guy’s secrets suck” Quill complains through a mouthful of rocky road ice cream, “I’ve got some exciting ones” And he launches into a tale about other worldly creatures and planets made of cotton candy and by the time he’s done, you’re all fairly sure most of that was made up. You continue around the circle, everyone’s secrets ranging from small crushes and embarrassing adolescent stories, to petty thievery and the longstanding mystery of who ate Bucky’s entire birthday cake that Steve spent hours making (it was Thor). When finally, there’s only one person left. You. The sun is setting outside the huge glass windows, casting broken beams of orange and red light that fight through dense tree leaves. A soft glow is settled over the room, vivid shadows signaling the moons rise, night approaching as it always has and always will. You could easily pretend it was just another day, just another sunset. But that would be a lie. Because as you look around the circle, a wave of memories comes flooding back. You remember your first week here, unable to sleep for more than an hour at a time. Always waking up with a start and reaching for the gun on your bedside table, pointing it at invisible demons that only lived your memories. You’d walk aimlessly around the compound, until one night Tony found you staring out the kitchen window at 3AM and told you to come down to his lab and help him with some stuff. Since then you’ve spent plenty of sleepless nights tinkering with suits at his side, never talking about what kept you both awake, but being there for each other all the same. You remember Bruce helping calm your panic attacks, whispering for you to squeeze his hands and look into his eyes. Just keep looking into his eyes and everything will be okay. You remember Bucky teaching you to dance, playing vinyl after vinyl of lovely music with singing voices smooth as silk, gliding you across the wooden floors, you feet following his, everything falling into place effortlessly. You remember going on your first date, coming down the stairs to find half the Avengers sitting around your date, looking rather scary as Thor interrogated mercilessly. You remember T’Challa slipping a thin black bracelet on your wrist as you left, whispering that if you squeeze the third charm, he and a set of Wakandan soldiers would be at your side in seconds. You thanked him, but stashed the bracelet in your bag once you left the compound. You remember playing intense games of Monopoly with Nat and Wanda, cooking thanksgiving dinner with Vision and Quill, laughing with Tony until you couldn’t breathe, and crying with Steve until there was nothing left to cry. Your mind is racing with every moment you’ve ever spent in the compound, realizing how much of it you took for granted, how much there is to remember, and much you’re bound to forget.

So you decide you won’t. You decide that this moment, nestled in Buck’s strong arms, Tony resting his head against your shoulder, Peter tracing the lines of your palm absentmindedly with his finger, everyone gazing at you with playful smiles, you will remember this moment for as long as you live. Sitting with the family you love more than anything in the world, for what will be the last time. “(Y/n)?” Bruce asks softly, and you realize you’ve been silent for a while now. “Oh, um, yes. The secret” words stuck in your throat. You feel hot tears brim in your eyes, threatening to fall at any moment. Bucky hugs you closer against him as your gaze drops to the floor, not wanting anyone to see how close you are to crying. But Tony’s fingers brush against your chin, tilting your head up so you’re looking right into his eyes. They seem to say something words cannot, glistening with tears to match yours. “My secret is...” not breaking his gaze, your voice shaking, “I’m scared” The sharp blaring of an alarm pulls your eyes away from his, everyone jumping to their feet. You all know what that sound means. Steve takes a step forward and you all turn to him, waiting for what, you’re not quite sure. But you always look to him for instruction before a mission, so you do no differently now. “Alright Team” he says in a soft but steady voice, “Time to suit up” Maybe it’s the sureness of his words, or the fact that Bucky squeezes your hand reassuringly while Peter grips the other, maybe it’s the broken smile Vision sends your way, or the nod T’Challa offers, but suddenly...you’re no longer afraid. This is what you do. This is who you are. This is your family. And you fight, together. // I been through some stuff, we all been through some stuff. But damn, marvel has helped me through it all. Tony Stark/RDJ (same person really) was my first crush, when I was eight I spent hours in my basement making my own iron man suit out of cardboard and string, and I’m pretty sure my sarcastic humor is a direct consequence from growing up watching the movies on repeat. I read my dad’s old comics, hiding them in between my notebooks so I could read them in school. I’ve been to the theater to see every marvel film for as long as I can remember. I’ve dressed up in full costume to walk awestruck around Comic-Con, waited in line for hours to get front and center seats to see an interview with Stan Lee. I’ve made edits and fan accounts and, of course, written a million and one fanfics. I loved Marvel when it was cool to, and when it wasn’t. And yes, these are fictional characters, but they’re so much more than that. They’ve taught me what it means to be a hero in real life, what it means to be a good person. When shit gets hard, and man it seems to a lot, I know I’ve got the best community of marvel kids to stick it out with me. We’re more than fans, we’re family. And no matter what happens, no matter who we lose, we’ve got each other. NOW I KNOW, this is sappy as fuck. But I’m sappy as fuck. Love y’all. Always and forever, -just another marvel kid.

39 notes · View notes