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bucknastysbabe · 1 year

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God Bless the Inventor - 40’s AU series

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3,268

Synopsis: Howard comes up with a…new invention for his adventurous pals to try. Bucky’s devious wife has plans. Bucky is questioning his life choices.

Tags: 3k of femdom filth, anal play, fancy vibrators were invented by Howard I know, Subby baby buck, chubby bunny buck, man tears, oral (f!receiving), humiliation kink, weight gain TW if that’s not your thing, men in panties, overstim, SSR GANG, Peggy should’ve been gay and not a dumbass plot choice I loved agent Carter and stand by that, We Stan Dum Dum Dugan, Bucky and him wife are very much in love and supremely horny, praise kink, slight sub space

A/N: I wanted a thicker man in lingerie smh

Howard sat on the other side of his Art Deco living room, newly furnished from what you could tell. Bucky was next to you, a question furrowing his brow. His flesh arm was around your shoulders, the cutie would get touchy around Stark’s flirty demeanor. Regardless if they were best of pals.

You smiled and asked, “So what’s this new invention you want to pitch to us of all people?”

Howard’s dark eyes gleamed with mischief. He grinned and sat forward, extending his hands. The genius elaborated, “Well- it’s a bit of a strange idea, brought to my attention after seeing a housewife in dire need of,” he winked, “companionship.”

Bucky barked, “What the hell Stark? You comin’ onto us or something?”

You shushed him and gestured for Howard to continue his pitch. He laughed airily, pulling out some sort of sleek oblong thing— faintly in the shape of a prick with a ring on the end. Your eyes widened when it dawned, you gasped, “Howard! You made one of those sex toys?” Bucky rolled his eyes with a groan, thoroughly displeased.

Howard wagged his finger, “Nuh-uh-uh! It’s a ‘massager’! Good for working out sore muscles.”

You and Bucky shared a dubious look, then turned back to Stark. He slapped his knee and guffawed, “Yes of course it’s a vibrator! But the magic here is that it’s battery powered and,” he winked, “remote controlled for the partner!”

Bucky snorted, “What about the damn flying car Stark? Been waiting on that one since 42’.”

“It’s still under work!,” the man snapped.

You interrupted, “What then? You want us to try it out for you? Why can’t you do it on one of your two million dames?”

Howard slyly smirked, responding, “If the inventor says it’s good then what proof is that really? Just take it home, lube it up, come back to me so I can sell the patent. Stark Industries wouldn’t look good selling hysteria machines.”

Bucky sucked his teeth. He mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like, ‘can’t get a goddamn break with these SSR loons.’ You were already hooked by Howard’s pitch and toy. Poor Buck was going for the ride of his life sooner than later. You held out your hand and hummed, “I’ll bite, be back in a week. Hopefully I can leave you a glowing review, Howard.”

The excitable man jumped up and cheered, “Fantastic! You two will love it!” You grinned and let Howard peck your cheeks to Bucky’s consternation. Calling over your shoulder you joked, “Make sure Peg and her ‘roomie’ get a pair too huh Stark?” All three of you burst in to giggles after that, Bucky leading you out with a big hand on your waist.

Once strapped into the car Bucky had a strange look on his face. You purred, “Scared baby? This thing is preeeetty hefty.” He grumbled and turned the key into the ignition, ignoring your comment. You squeezed the plush layer over his strong thigh and said, “Poor Howie doesn’t know the trap he put you in Bucky-bear.”

“Tell me about it, sweets,” the brunette huffed.

Couple o’ days later

Bucky was sweating through his blazer, even in the chilly temperatures. You could see the perspiration beading on his upper lip, collecting on his temples. The man couldn’t stop shifting, tapping, grinding his teeth. Conversations went around the SSR members and their plus one’s, usually other significant others. Peggy had brought that sweet but brutally New Yorker ‘friend’ of hers, Angie.

Ray and Johnson kept away with nervous looks after the debacle at the last get together. You fondly remembered fucking Bucky into sweet submission that night. There would probably be a rehash soon if your poor husband didn’t cum all in his slacks. Which he probably would anyways, but that was okay.

Bucky was currently shoving his face with food to stop the nonsensical little noises he couldn’t hold back, passing them off as enjoying the meal. You smirked at the thought of the vibrating toy in his ass. Howard and oh goody, Dugan was in town! They ambled over greeting folks. Bucky’s eyes opened wide in fear. You knew that he knew Dugan was going to zero in on his bootcamp to field buddy.

“Barnes!,” Dugan boomed. Bucky dropped his food to sheepishly smile and get up on shaking legs. The mustachioed soldier pulled your husband into a hug, slapping his back heartily. Buck made a choking noise, rasping back a hello. Dum Dum manhandled Bucky backward to get a good look.

He patted Buck’s side and peered over a wide shoulder to joke, “Hello Missus Barnes! A sight for sore eyes! What’cha been feeding Sarge here? Lookin’ like pre-bootcamp dough boy Barnes!”

You could almost feel the mortification radiating off of your other half. Bucky’s face was a deep flush, him turning to look at you pathetically.

Down the vibrator went to zero in your pocketbook. Poor bear.

Dum Dum smiled happily, hugging the brunette again, whispering, “I’m so happy you’re okay man. Blessed, really.” Bucky gave a less strained smile at that, relaxing into the big man’s arms. “Missed ya’ too Dugan, lots.” Howard cooed, “How adorable! Let’s get the whole team together over in Europe.”

“I like New York thank you very much,” Buck deadpanned to a raucous of laughter. You sidled up to your husband, beaming. Dum Dum teased, “As long as she gets to go, gotta have some guts to keep Barnes tied down.”

Your lips quirked up, a hand sliding to palm Bucky’s ass while you purred, “I’ve got some steel under my frilly apron.” Bucky flushed and looked down, lamely replying, “She does, she does.”

The party went on a bit longer, people getting rowdy. You let Bucky get some much needed catching up with Dum Dum. His cheeky smile made your heart skip. Later on, Chief Dooley had to disperse the drunken men and Peg howling war songs. You laughed and clapped along with Angie, sharing a warm look.

Bucky was sweaty and disheveled by the time he was launched out of the circle into your arms. You caught his bulk, laughing and batting at your husband as he peppered you with wet kisses. He laughed, “C’mon you don’t want some lovin baby?” You scrunched your nose and giggled, “I always want your lovin sweetie, let’s get home Hm? Then we can take Stark’s toy for a real test drive.”

Bucky’s pupils blew at the implication, body going woozy in your arms. You eyed his needy expression, pushing back some fallen strands of dark hair. Nipping at his earlobe you hummed, “That was only level one baby, and you couldn’t sit straight.“ Bucky’s breath left him in a punched out groan, slumping into your smaller frame.

You gave his ass a tight slap and hollered, “I got the wheels this time Sarge!”

Making the rounds of goodbyes, Bucky was definitely rushing to get back home. Stark had a knowing gleam in his eye, giving you a wink behind your husbands back. Hugging the genius you thanked him.

Bucky, resigned and so, so horny followed behind like the pet pup he was. You deviously cranked the remote up another level, eyeing Bucky for the inevitable reaction. He yelped, legs spreading, arms flailing. You could hear the crunch of his metal hand on the door. Bear could hardly climb into the little two-door, so wracked with pleasure.

You cooed, “How’sit feel bear?”

Bucky’s cute nose was scrunched up as he whined out, “S’fulll m-my god, s’fuckin me up baby.” He was now rutting back against the car seat, whimpering needily. Bucky moaned, “So good, so good, fffuck!” You pulled the car forward, grinning helplessly. Oh how you loved your submissive little big boy. Bucky mewled and made to palm at his swollen cock, probably painfully smushed in those tight slacks of his.

He was too prideful to admit it, but you’d ordered some more clothes so Bucky would stop looking like he was shoved into his work suit. Stubborn bastard. You slapped his hand away and tutted, “We have to test out Howard’s device correctly dear.” You patted his plump cheek and added softly, “Can’t have your slutty dick get in the way can we now hm?”

Bucky’s tears were getting worked up but he dropped his dark head and whinged, “Yes ma’am.”

“Good boy,” you crooned. Bucky shivered and seemed to relax at the praise. Bear loved his praise and coddling almost as much as he liked the humiliation. You’d get to that later.

Bucky was going mindless, humping and sucking on his bottom lip as he bounced in the seat. To be a bitch you taunted, “Had alot to eat tonight, don’t wanna bust your nice slacks dear.” He thinly whined and blushed, curling in but didn’t stop the movement.

Pulling into the garage Bucky ungainly hopped out and staggered over to you, opening the car door. You simpered, “Sweet boy, thank you, earning a lot of treats tonight.” He blubbered, “Really?” Thumbing his swollen slobbery lips you nodded, pecking them one time.

Bucky led the way, albeit slowly due to the vibrations dragging across his ass and the heavy weight of the plug on top of the prostate. You came from behind, like a jungle predator. From the gloom of the hallway you crooned, “Special drawer’s calling your name, bear!”

Bucky moaned frustratedly. You didn’t like that insolent tone, cranking it up to the highest power. There was a clank of his arm and throaty wail emanating from the darkened bedroom. You sped up to the scene, and my- what a scene you saw. Bucky was on his knees, blazer discarded and his fingers digging into the chest. You knew that was to keep him from touching his cock.

Bucky sniveled, “S’too much, baby baby, ah fuck baby! Can’t stop l-leaking mmmgh!” You moaned softly, clambering behind your shivery husband. Slowly you discarded his clothes, baring that adorable fluffy flesh to your eyes.

“Pretty baby,” you sighed.

You could hear the vibrator assaulting Bucky’s ass, pounding his poor sensitive prostate. Your sarge whimpered and mewled, definitely getting overwhelmed. You shushed him, pressing sweet kisses and praises to relax Buck. Your nimble fingers undid his belt and unbuttoned the pants. You bit your lip bloody at Buck’s fat cock swollen and leaking all over his slacks and panties.

“Oh my, s’it milking you out sweet boy. You feelin’ sweet baby?”

You sucked in a breath, your pussy causing a slippery mess in your panties. You adjusted the sticky fabric with a strained whimper. God your husband was a work of art.

He nodded jerkily, leaning back onto your slim shoulder. Your hand caressed his damp chest and cheeks, pressing a kiss to his temple. In slow terms you asked, “Buck, you got me?” Bucky was approaching fast if not already in that foggy space. He nodded slowly, blue eyes wearily opening.

You flipped his bigger frame around to back against the drawers. Bucky was so pliant it was like moving a rag doll, albeit a heavy one. He mewled upon seeing your face, “W-wan you so bad baby.” His cock spurt out more pre. Instinctively you slid your fingertip across the milky bead and sucked on it, Bucky crying your name.

Undressing the baby was an easy affair. Surveying his flushed skin, you figured a pink set would compliment the blush, pale stretch marks, his lips, and pretty pink nipples. Shaking yourself out of the horny catalogue you moved to open the drawer, snatching around until you found the lacy baby pink set. Bucky sighed and watched with hazy eyes.

You held it up to the befogged Bucky, watching his lax body begin to tremble in excitement. You teased, “Yeah pup, you’ll look like a dream.” One leg went in a hole at a time, Buck weakly lifting up his hips to slide the thin panties on. He cried out at the fabric caressing his full balls.

Next came the garter, Bucky’s least favorite part. You relished in it, watching the softness of his belly tighten and struggle to fit under the unforgiving straps. You snapped the waistband across his belly, Bucky whining and shaking his head. Palming his tummy you questioned, “Did you get get hard when Dugan mentioned you’d packed it on?”

Bucky’s red cheeks grew wet with tears as he sniveled, “N-no! God no, I w-was so embarrassed!” You surveyed his twitchy blues while you slid up the stockings and clipped them to the ill fitting garter. He kept looking down and away as if he was going to escape. You knew what that meant. Liar.

“Uh-huh baby, just say you like being my greedy plump housewife and I think you’d feel better.”

Click click.

The buzzing grew louder.

Bucky’s legs snapped open as he howled in ecstasy, hands pulling and ripping at anything in grasp. He sobbed, “S’not tr-true! M’gonna go train with Johnson.” He shivered and mewled again at the sensation of the vibrator. You cocked your head in amusement, crawling to sit between his thick thighs.

“I know you will baby,” you teased.

You upped the vibrator to the final setting, watching Bucky seize and wail helplessly. Your own pussy tightened more and leaked at the sight of the brunette’s panties growing a darkened stain. Your belly was awash with heat, could you actually cum from watching this? Poor Buck was huffing and squirming, unable to do anything but take it. You nibbled at his chest cooing, “S’that feel good? Color baby?”

“Green mmmm- oh god yes,” he yelled.

You didn’t want to give that unspeakable German bastard any credit but whatever he dosed Buck up with in Azzano did make your husband eager to cum as much as possible. Rolling with the punches, one would say. You cleared the thought by rambling dirty nonsense.

Detaching your mouth from a puffy nipple you cooed, “What’s gotten into ya’ baby? Being so good for me. Such a good little slut, lovin’ Howard’s fun toy up your whore ass like that.”

Your husband was too busy drooling and agreeing in sloppy disjointed ‘yesses’. He was far gone, maybe had one em’ before the overstimulation took over. You crowded closer into his bulky frame, breath fanning over heaving lips. Bucky mewled and chased your lips, hands twitching at his sides, obedient as ever.

You indulged the needy slut and grabbed a full cheek of his while taking his mouth. Bucky cried out, “Oh! Mmph!” You licked into his open mouth, twirling your tongue with Buck’s while swollen wet lips caressed your own. Your husband shuddered and shoved himself closer, rubbing his tits against your silky negligee.

You smoothed your hands down the brunettes plush sides, purring, “I know you’re feeling s’good baby, you loving all this? I mean lookit’chu, you’re a mess baby.” Bucky made an indignant noise, squirming underneath you. He managed to pant, “Luh’ it. M’so horny.”

Sweet Jesus you’d lucked out. Bucky was the perfect whore, all for you. His watery blue eyes, achingly wide- watched yours. Cheeks red, trembly lips, sweet belly twitching. The cherry on top was his cock just pouring rivers of cum. You palmed his bulge, gasping at how soaked it was.

In a frenzy you unclipped the garter, Bucky gasping in shock. He made an inelegant, “whuh?” Flipping the garter up, your shaking hands yanked down the ruined panties. Mouth running overtime you rambled, “Baby is wet, so wet, gonna give me one big one Hm? Gonna cum all over your wife like a good slut?”

Bucky nodded frantically, eyes scrunching shut. He cried, “Wet for y-you- ah! Touch my balls, pluh-please they’re so heavy for you! Hngh!” You nodded, biting your lip in ecstasy, the buzzing of the toy echoing on and on. You palmed and held onto the swollen sac.

“Jesus fuck baby!,” you swore.

He was all hot hot hot and swollen. That wouldn’t do. You squeezed and rolled them, thumbing down the seam. Spurts of cum hit your belly, Bucky throwing his head back with a wail of your name. The Sargeant babbled, “Thankyouthankyouthankyou G’nna cum so hard for you ma’am!” He sucked in a wet sob and violently trembled.

“Yeah babydoll, I know you’re full up, c’mon Buck, be my good houseslut and paint my fancy clothes, ruin me, pretty baby,” you rambled breathlessly.

Bucky’s balls tightened and drew up under your palm, cock shooting load after load onto your negligee. You cooed and praised him through it, your own orgasm coming out of nowhere. You gripped at the soft flesh on his belly, panting through your nose. Simple excitement from the show that was your husband. Fat tears and hefty sobs tore Buck’s throat as he emptied.

You scrambled to turn off the vibrator, Bucky’s crying already growing frantic. You eased it out of him and tossed the device across the wooden floor. Bucky cried and mumbled nonsense, itching to touch you. You purred, “S’good, c’mon and touch me Buckybear. Good damn boy.” The supersoldier wrapped up tight around you, strong fingertips embedded into your flesh.

Teary eyes searched yours as he begged, “Baby, sweets, oh, lemme’ eat you out please! Want you on my face!”

You grinned, a complete mess, and nodded. You rasped, “Yeah, yeah, that’s a good boy, you deserved it.” You leaned back, bracing your elbows and spreading your legs for your needy husband. Bucky moaned, clambering onto his belly, big hands swallowing your thighs. He croaked, “Smell so good, my angel baby!”

“Have a taste Buckybear, sweet Jamie.”

Bucky lapped eagerly at your soppy pussy, eyes rolling at up the taste. He ate and sucked like his life depending on it, thick hips and thighs flexing against the hard floor. You threaded trembling fingers through his brunette locks, tossing your head back with a wanton cry. You blabbered, “S’good, keep it up baby.” Bucky shoved his tongue into your cunt, slurping and whining rudely.

So soon after your surprise orgasm, this was intense. All you could do was moan and whine your husbands name, riding his pretty fucking face. Bucky’s hands squeezed your thighs roughly, spreading you even wider. You cried, “Fuck sweetie! Yeah yeah that’s it!” He rutted harder, whining into your swollen pussy.

He suckled on your clit, interchanging with flicks of his tongue. Baby knew you like the back of his hand. Bucky looked up, adoration in his glossy eyes, slurring, “Love ya’ baby, pretty mama please please!” He slid a thick finger inside you, crooking the digit in quick motions. Your body arched and shivered, pussy convulsing and pushing out more and more slick.

Bucky gasped into your cunt, wordlessly wailing.

He’d cum— again. You curled around your husband, legs caging in his dark hair. Pleasure and overspent nerves overtook your flesh, making reality fizz away for God know’s how long.

You came to, cuddled with your baby in a heap on the floor, Bucky laying reverent kisses on your jaw. You gripped his soft cheek and pulled the sweetest man alive to your lips, moaning a raspy, “Love you.”

Later that night

“Yeah, so, Howard- I will give a glowing review.”

Howard’s brash laugh echoed on the other end of the line. He purred, “I take it Barnes enjoyed the treat?” You grinned and looked over to your husband, diligently rearranging and cleaning his gun. You giggled, “Oh very much so Stark.” Bucky barked from across the room, “What does he want?”

You laughed, “Sorry gotta go Howie, talk to you later, you scoundrel!”

Suspicious blue eyes stared at you, making you fall into a fit of giggles. Poor baby bear.

#40’s au #chubby!bucky #bucky x female reader #bucky x reader #Bucky barnes x reader #sub!bucky #Bucky barnes smut #the Other Kink slipped thru again maybe I’ll convert someone today #I love Howard Stark he’s my manic baby

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instructionsnotincluded · 22 days

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True North

Chapter X

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Frank slipped out of the truck just as it slowed to a stop in front of the pub about forty minutes later. Bucky wasn’t too far behind her, and briefly, as she took in the area around her, she heard him tell the driver that he didn’t need to wait. The jeep drove off a moment or two later and Frank looked over at Bucky to find him already staring at her. “C’mon,” he nodded towards the pub, the one he told her about a few days ago, the one he preferred to visit, “let’s get you settled and I’ll buy you a drink.”

Frank went with him easily, taking comfort in the way his hand felt on the small of her back as he guided her into the pub. It was cozy and roomy all at the same time, and despite it being towards the start of summer, the lit fireplace helped take the slight chill out of the damp air. Tables were taken up by various men in uniform, with a few Red Cross workers mixed in, while it appeared the counter and high top tables were reserved for the locals. A game of darts was happening in the back, a few handfuls of men joking around as they took turns trying to hit the bullseye, laughing when they were close and swearing when they hit the wooden frame off to the side.

Bucky led her through the pub towards the bar and his hand stayed firmly on her back, even when they came to a stop off to the side. “You’re the first to arrive, Bucky!” An older woman hollered to him from the opposite end, “The usual?”

“No,” Bucky shook his head, “she needs a room for the night. Got any available?”

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COME UNDONE - WANDA MAXIMOFF X F!READER

Summary: Wanda is a 32-year-old, a divorced mother who hasn’t opened herself up to the opportunity to love again. She met Y/N but the 7 year age difference made her feel guilty… until she end up being victim of Thanos’ snap while Y/N stayed.

What if Wanda never joined the Avengers? Her parents left Sokovia when Wanda and Pietro were little, achieving the dream of living in USA.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Female Reader part 1 - part 2 - part 3 & 4 - part 5 - part 6 - part 7 - part 8 - part 9 - part 10 finale

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2024

Five years. Five years had passed since Thanos had snapped his fingers, using the stones that allowed him to leave humanity half broken and helpless.

Y/N’s gaze was fixed on the ceiling of her dark room, which was barely illuminated by the moon. She loved having the lights off as soon as she got home, sometimes she just lit a few scented candles and flopped into bed. Anyway, she lived at her work.

Five years were the ones Y/N had spent without being able to see her best friends, and five in which she had listened to Natasha mourn the disappearance of her sister. But Yelena wasn’t the only one who had disappeared.

Kate was also missing, Kate Bishop. Her best friend, whom she had met at College where Y/N was studying to get her Medicine degree. Of course, Kate was studying another career but fate brought them together when they had to share the place, being roomies.

Kate was one of the Bishop’s daughters, some important people in the Security business but that had never mattered to Y/N. She loved Kate considering her a sister.

Kate was dating Yelena, who was Natasha’s sister and thanks to Nat, Y/N met…her.

Her… who had also disappeared after the snap. That redhead with the most beautiful big green eyes that managed to make her sigh. She, who stole her sighs since she met her, she who with her lovely smile had melted all the barriers that Y/N put in her life after so much pain. Wanda Maximoff. That woman who, despite having made her heart beat so hard, had ripped it out of her and had left a hole that would never be filled again. And not because of her death.

‘what are u doing? Today is your night off!’ – Nat. Received.

Y/N sighed.

Possibly Nat would like to get together so they could have a beer with Bucky. Ever since Thanos’ snap the three of them had formed a very beautiful friendship.

Y/N and Natasha had bonded over the loss of Yelena, Kate and Wanda, and Bucky was Natasha’s partner.

The tall brunette hesitated whether to answer. She didn’t really want to go out but she couldn’t stay to be a victim of melancholy either. Natasha tried to introduce her to other women but sadly, Y/N couldn’t stop thinking about Wanda. She could no longer continue to suffer from a rejection from a person who would never love her, much less after having disappeared five years ago.

Her fingers played against the screen, as if trying to think of what to write until she did it.

‘At home. Where u at now?’ Send.

Sighing and dropping her phone on the bed, Y/N ended up getting up and walking to the bathroom so she could take a shower and go out to see her friends. After all, it was her free shift away from that damn hospital.

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2019

Wanda’s life hadn’t really been easy since she’d divorced Vis. Well, to be honest, she hadn’t been for a while before that. The redhead noticed the distance that man was putting with her. Almost for two years where he was barely by her side, and after a long talk between the two, they realized that neither was happy with the other anymore.

Wanda and Vis got married when they were 20 years old, they were young people in love fighting against the world that told them they should wait. They were together for almost ten years.

Two years later, when they were 22 years old, Wanda got pregnant with twins. Vision had just finished his first year in the tec company of the Starks.

From there, their lives had become monotonous and although they had been beautiful years of happiness and a united lovely family, things between them became cold and lonely. Especially for Wanda, she was waiting for a husband who always was traveling and when he came home, he just wanted to rest and see his boys.

“So… how are the boys?” Natasha asked before drinking some of her coffee, watching as her best friend just smiled tenderly and shrugged.

“Growing up. Those two never stop fighting but… they’re very close.” Wanda said with a proud smile. “Billy is very sensitive and empathetic and kind, and Tommy is more… you know, teasing, at times some times he wants to look strong and independent, but also very loving and kind too.”

“Like you and Pietro.” Natasha smiled, arching an eyebrow.

“Hey!” Wanda made a pout but then she giggled. They were both sitting on the sofa, sharing a nice chat once the twins finally was with their dad and allowed the redhead a bit of peace.

“Have you been dating? Is there someone special that makes you smile lately?” Natasha asked somewhat curiously, with a tiny mischievous side smile.

“Oh no, of course not.”

“Oh come on, Wands! Why not? You haven’t been out with anyone in a long time. Since Vision you’ve been… alone.” Natasha snorted. “I told you I could introduce you to a nice friend. I know someone who wanted to meet you…”

“Don’t even talk to me about your blind dates, okay? I don’t feel ready yet to have more problems than I already have.” Wanda shook her head, bringing the cup of coffee to her lips.

“Come on.” Natasha flopped down against the back of the couch and was tempted to throw a pillow at her, if only her friend wasn’t still holding her cup. “How about MATCHER?”

“The dating-app?” Wanda wrinkled her nose at her, completely in denial. “No, thanks.”

“It’s full of polyamorous couples and threesome-seekers anyway.”

“And how do you know that?“ Wanda cocked her head curiously, trying not to smile amused but she couldn’t help it, they both burst out laughing.

“Is there anything more depressing than dating in your 30s?”

Both redheads talked pleasantly about everything that had happened in their lives these last few weeks until the door opened.

A petite blonde and a almost six-foot brunette came through the doorway, carrying some boxes. She didn’t seem to surprise Natasha at all, she knew that her sister would come today to drop off some boxes that she had to bring from her old apartment.

Natasha had made a bet with Yelena and the blonde had lost, therefore, she had to take care of bringing them.

“Leave them here, I’ll take care of it.” Yelena pointed to the spot to the side of the stairs. The sisters lived together after moving from Ohio.

“Kate should be here with us, helping us.” Y/N growled, leaving one of her boxes down next to Yelena. She got up and ran a hand over her forehead, they weren’t light at all.

“Neither of the two, in fact. Yelena was the one to bring you, not to use you, y/n/n.” Natasha shook her head and got up from the couch to give her sister a little poke, who just complained and then hugged Y/N as thanks. “Thank you, Y/N, you are a sweetheart.”

But Y/N hadn’t paid much attention to that talk since since her eyes were lost on the redhead who was still sitting on the sofa. Not Natasha, of course. The white skin that contrasted with her hair, green eyes and some birthmarks on her beautiful face that seemed carved by some goddess.

Y/N was about to babble, until she found the strength to do it right.

“No problem, happy to help.”

“No hug for me?” Yelena complained. She turned to see Wanda and just waved at her before walking towards the kitchen. “Hello Wanda!”

The redhead named Wanda answered that greeting with an adorable smile. Y/N’s heart melted.

“No, for cheating and using your best friend card.” Nat groaned and then noticed how the girl was looking at Wanda. “Oh yeah. I’m sorry, Wanda, she’s Y/N Y/L/N. Y/N, Wanda.” She pointed at them, causing the sokovian woman to giggle.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N.” Wanda smiled and for a moment, Y/N knew her heart had left her place to run to Wanda to never return.

In her twenty-four years she had fallen in love once, the only relationship Y/N had and it was really bad. It was a disastrous and painful relationship where Y/N was cheated.

“Totally the same.” The brunette managed to mutter, until she came out of that spell in which she was.

The tallest woman kept her hands in her pockets so that neither of them would notice the nerves she felt seeing such a beautiful woman.

“How’s everything at College, Y/N?” Nat asked her as she took a seat next to Wanda, who seemed curious to know your answer.

Since Y/N step through the door, Wanda took the opportunity to look at her from top to bottom and without a doubt, realize that you were a very beautiful woman. Brown hair, taller than her, brown eyes and a charming smile. Wearing that leather jacket that fit Y/N quite well.

“Everything’s really good, I have a little less than two years left.…” Y/N opened her eyes and sighed. “I’m trying to prepare for my final exam in Microbiology and… I don’t know if I can do it, but at least I try.”

“Of course you can, I know you can. You’re a very capable girl and Yelena always tells me that you help her with her stuff in the classes you both share. Psych 104?” Natasha seemed more confident than Y/N, which made her smile.

“What are you studying, Y/N?” Wanda asked curiously. That accent, Wanda had an accent.

If that woman lacked something to be even more beautiful and sexy, it was to know that she had a slight accent.

“Medicine.” Y/N grimaced, noticing how the redhead also seemed surprised. It wasn’t an easy career but it was a nice career if you knew how to cope with it. “It’s not easy, but… it’s what I want.”

“Remember when you were at college and I was supposed to visit you?” Natasha asked Wanda, making her laugh at one of the most hilarious memories they both had.

The three of them had a small conversation telling that story to Y/N, who also ended up laughing too.

Yelena took about five minutes and came back again, carrying a bag. “Okay, teddybear, let’s go. I already have everything I need.”

“Teddybear?” Wanda asked, not knowing whether to laugh or keep her face serious at that nickname. Different from the one that Nat had called you minutes before. Natasha knew that story about ‘teddybear’ so she preferred to drink her coffee to hide her smile.

“That’s what we call Y/N, with Kate.” Yelena explained, though her friend shook her head begging her not to.

“Why?”

“I’is a long long story.” Y/N narrowed her eyes and took the bag Yelena was carrying before pushing her away. “Let’s go. Move.”

“Not very long, you’ll see when…” Yelena was about to tell Wanda everything when the brunette ended up taking her away, dragging her.

“It will be another day, Wanda. Nice to meet you!” Y/N groaned as they walked towards the exit.

The two redheads kept looking at them with an amused smile, but the look of Wanda was different. She felt an interest that she had not felt before.

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_____

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Y/N was on her own bed playing with her phone, trying to pass the time that Friday night. Kate and Yelena were at a party that Y/N wasn’t interested in hearing about, didn’t feel like going out that night.

ㅤㅤㅤ

Her plan was to eat some pizza, watch a movie ot a tv show, and snoop through some Instagram stories.

Y/N smiled at Yelena’s stories, where Kate was seen trying to do a cartwheel in the campus, saying what she could do sober or after some beers too.

Y/N swiped across the screen again and came to Natasha’s stories, who had uploaded a flashback photo of her and Wanda, sitting on a wall and holding out their hands as if to grab the camera. They looked a few years younger but beautiful, having fun together.

But aside from how adorable Wanda looked, Y/N’s attention was drawn to the tag in that photo. It was tagged, Wanda’s Instagram profile.

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The brunette hesitated for a moment whether to peek a little, perhaps it was better to keep her distance because:

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a.Wanda was seven years older than her, and she was a beautiful woman, she would NEVER notice Y/N. b. Apparently she’s divorced and had two children. c. She was Natasha’s best friend.

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Y/N dropped the phone and sighed, trying to resist and she did for a long time but ended up unlocking the phone and going to Wanda’s profile, praying it wasn’t a private account.

And as if some goddess gave her her blessing, the profile was free and there were many interesting things in it.

Pictures of Wanda with her children, most of these photos were adorable. Apparently the little ones were twins and cute as fuck, maybe eight years old.

Then pictures with Natasha and some other people that she couldn’t recognize, but in all of them she looked so beautiful as she remembered. Even looked sexy in one of these.

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“So she’s a MILF.” Y/N said as she looked at one of the last photos that Wanda uploaded until by mistake, a very very stupid mistake, Y/N ended up liking one and exposing herself.

Horror. Cold sweat.

What to do now? Should she remove it? Maybe Wanda hadn’t seen it, she still had time, but surely she had already received a notification. What if she removed it, she would know that she had removed it and she would have to explain twice. TWICE.

The girl brought one of her hands to her face to keep from screaming in frustration as her phone vibrated.

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@ wmaximoff sent you a message: Hello there!

Oh, no. Oh, jeez no.

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Y/N gulped and stared at the screen for a moment not knowing what to do or say.

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@ wmaximoff is following you now.

“Damn, Y/N, come on.” She said to herself and sat on her bed, trying to think of what to write to the redhead.

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@ bearisland

“Hey, Wanda. How are you?”

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@ wmaximoff is writing…

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“Everything is fine, I was surprised to see you here.”

“Yeah, because i’m an idiot.” Y/N said, she hadn’t even thought of a good excuse. She bit her upper lip trying to think of something convincing to say but nothing seemed good, nothing that didn’t make her look like an obsessive psychopath or a stupid college gossip girl with a crush.

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@ bearisland

“Yeah… I was looking at Nat’s stories and you came out and I decided to follow you.”

She decided to tell the truth. Kinda.

@ wmaximoff:

“But you still don’t follow me… Feel free to do so.”

“I saw that Yelena is partying, don’t tell me that you are too and you’re there with your phone!”

Y/N smiled and ended up answering her, following a long talk between the two. The brunette one explained that she had decided to stay and be able to spend some time alone, quietly in her bedroom.

She spent her Friday night chatting with Wanda, who told her that she finally ended the week exhausted from her work but happy that she had the weekend to herself. No kiddos.

Y/N took the opportunity to tell her some stuff too and find out more about that beautiful woman.

It was two in the morning and both were still sending each other messages, chatting about one of the tv shows that Y/N was watching and that apparently was one of Wanda’s favorites.

@ wmaximoff:

“Hey, Y/N…it’s kinda late and I woke up early today. I’ll go to sleep, if you want we can talk tomorrow, I’ll send you my pone number. It’s…”

With a huge smile on her lips and some tiredness in her eyes, she added Wanda’s phone and sent her a short message to make sure the redhead had hers.

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“I’m Y/N, this is my number. I wanted to see if it was right.” Sent.

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She waited a few minutes before Wanda’s picture appeared in her contacts, she was already replying to Y/N.

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“You’re already added. I hope you have a nice night, Y/N. And try to party more, don’t lock yourself up like this old lady.” Received.

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“You’re not old, Wanda, you are thirty-two and you’re so beautiful.” Sent.

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She hesitated a moment, realizing that perhaps that had been more flirtatious than she expected. Y/N heart pounded so hard she thought it would burst out of her chest. Perhaps it had been a big mistake but when Wanda answered her again, her heart continued to beat but this time, in a different way.

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“You make me blush. You’re also beautiful. We talk tomorrow, if you want… have a nice night.” Received.

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She fell on the bed with a huge smile, settling between the covers ready to dream of that beautiful woman.

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2024 – PRESENT

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“I’m so tired.” The Russian groaned as she clung to her beer, leaning her back against her seat.

“Come on, the case wasn’t that bad…” Bucky gave her a little playful nudge. “At least we arrest that asshole and will soon rot in prison soon.”

“And I got shot for it!” Natasha winced.

“Well, it’s a good thing they didn’t hurt you because I won’t heal you again. I’m done patching you two…” Y/N pointed at them before taking a sip of her beer. The three stayed a while in that bar they usually visited after work.

Natasha and Bucky Barnes were detectives while the brunette was in her second year at Metro-General Hospital. Things were pretty good for the three of them even though they had such a lonely life sometimes.

Bucky was closed to meeting someone since his traumas and loneliness used to drive people away and he believed that he was not capable of giving love to anyone. Natasha teased him by calling him ‘Winter Soldier’.

Natasha only focused on her work after Bruce Banner broke her heart because the idiot said ‘she deserved better’. Y/N hated that excuse, she knew that if someone loved a person and especially a person like Natasha, he would do anything to be with her.

And Y/N never stopped thinking about Wanda.

“Well, what are we going to do tomorrow then-” Natasha was about to continue when a scream made her turn quickly. The three watched as some people began to scream in fear.

Some sounds like car wheels screeching made the three of them get up from their seats.

“What the hell is going on?” Bucky said ready to take the gun, fearing that it was another attack like the one they experienced in 2012.

Nat just kept silent and moved between the tables of that bar when Y/N looked at the huge tv screen where moments ago the game between Celtics-Heat was showing, now they showed the chaos not only in New York but in the world.

“Guys…” Y/N said pointing to the television.

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“WORLD NEWS 21 - THEY ARE COMING BACK!”

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“…As I was telling you, we are live from New York City, where people who had disappeared after the SNAP appear to be showing up again. Is that correct, Jenna?… They’re coming back! Oh, my god.”

That woman in the news asked one of the journalists who ran in the city, demonstrating how, unlike the snap, people regenerated again in the same place that had disappeared.

The ambulances were immediate, as were the phone calls. Desperate people ran to their homes or places of work to reunite with their loved ones. Others furious to see people they didn’t know in their own homes.

And those three lonely sons of bitches watched the news with their lips open in surprise without being able to believe it.

They were coming back. After almost six years they were all coming back.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x f!reader

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vii. a dream within a dream || all my love

"All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream ." - A Dream Within a Dream; Edgar Allan Poe

Summary: bucky barnes ocassionally lives out his dream of being a hallmark holiday movie protagonist. only on weekends. Pairing: Bucky Barnesx f!Reader Warnings: food mentions Word Count: 2.8k A/N: sorry for the random hiatus. it has been a very difficult last two weeks, with school, the passing of one of my favorite artists, and just general business of life... but here y'all goooo

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“Bucky,” Steve sighed in frustration. “You’ve missed the turn three times already. We’ve been circling this block for twenty minutes.”

“Steven, with all due respect, please shut up so I can see better.”

“I’ll shut up when you finally make the –” Steve was cut off by Bucky making a sharp left turn and he grabbed the handle above his window. “Oh my god, this isn’t Mario Kart, use your brakes.”

“Well I made the turn didn’t I?” Bucky huffed at Steve as he readjusted his wheel. Thankfully, the streets weren’t too busy at this time of night. Bucky glanced over at Steve who let out a chortle of disbelief.

“I guess that’s true,” he admitted.

“So why was everyone being so weird earlier?” Bucky asked, referring to the weird shift in events that occurred when he stopped at Scott’s house.

The question seemed to catch Steve off guard as he let out a surprised cough. “Weird? What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about why Natasha seemed to be hauling your ass to the front door, and how Wanda suddenly got food poisoning less than half an hour after I called her,” Bucky said flatly, glancing over at Steve, who was staring outside of the window, pretending to be interested in the empty and clear night sky.

“Oh that? You know Wanda has IBS, she’s really sensitive about it,” Steve replied a little too quickly.

“Okay…” Bucky dragged out. He very well knew that Wanda did not have irritable bowel syndrome, having eaten many meals with her.

Steve turned back around to face him. “Why did you only ask Natasha and Wanda to go with you?” he asked in return.

Now it was Bucky who was caught off guard. “Well, they’re uh… they’re the most entertaining people to roadtrip with.” The words left his mouth a little too quickly and Steve responded with an unconvinced nod.

“Oh, I’m sure Sam would be happy to hear that,” Steve teased. Bucky rolled his eyes with a huff.

“What are you doing right now?” Bucky asked as he noticed Steve rummaging through the glove compartment of his car.

“Looking for snacks,” Steve replied, as if it was obvious. “I didn’t get a chance to eat dinner.” As if on cue, Bucky’s own stomach began to rumble. He hadn’t really had the chance to eat all day, choosing to spend all of his time planning this surprise rather than making meals. He was slightly annoyed, but saw that they managed to make up for some time and had a bit of lee-way before they needed to be at the airport.

Without looking down, he reached down and handed his phone to Steve. “Look for a fast-food place and we can grab something to eat.” Steve hummed in response, unlocking Bucky’s phone.

“Uh, Bucky,” Steve announced, looking up from the phone with a hint of panic. “You have a lot of missed messages and calls from your roomie.”

“Shit,” Bucky cursed under his breath. At the next stoplight, he grabbed his phone back to check the messages, and sure enough, there was a slew of notifications all from you.

neighbor 💩 (8:10 p.m.): jimothy where r u rn

neighbor💩 (8:10 p.m.): if you’re out can u pick up mcdonald’s pls, i’m craving chicken nuggets

neighbor💩 (8:13 p.m.): nvm, i think i actually want taco bell

neighbor💩 (8:15 p.m.): OR ACTUALLY, aren’t u hanging out with everyone tonight? Can u bring home some of the soup wanda makes? it’s the only thing keeping me sane rn

neighbor💩 (8:35 p.m.): Why is my dad calling and asking me where you are

neighbor💩 (8:37 p.m.): Why is Wanda saying you’re not at Scott’s house and that you and Steve are taking a roadtrip together

neighbor💩 (8:39 p.m.): if you are with Steve tell him to answer his phone before I find him and leave him stranded in the woods myself

(3) Missed calls from neighbor💩 8:40 p.m.

Neighbor 💩 (8:50 p.m.): James Barnes i swear to god… i can’t believe you didn’t tell me my dad’s coming in!!

Neighbor 💩 (8:51 p.m.): u better be driving safe… that’s precious cargo

Neighbor 💩 (8:52 p.m.): anyway i haven’t decided if i’m mad or happy that you planned this whole thing without telling me… find out on the next episode of Dragon Ball Z

“By any chance,” Steve started sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked down at his own phone. “Is this supposed to be a surprise?”

“That’s correct,” Bucky confessed, setting his phone down as the light turned green once again. “It’s supposed to be a surprise.”

“Well, not anymore,” Steve said sheepishly.

Bucky looked at him, eyes wide with panic. “You told her?” He asked loudly.

Steve raised his hands in defense. “I didn’t know! You know I’m terrible with secrets,” he pouted.

Bucky took a deep breath, calming himself down. “It’s fine,” he said. “It’s fine. I mean, it’s fine. It’s fine right?”

Steve nodded back. “It’ll be fine,” he echoed. “At least we’re almost there.”

After a half an hour, the boys finally arrived at the airport.

They were greeted by the familiar figure waiting at the curb with an excited smile and a friendly wave. As Bucky pulled the car into a stop, he took a deep breath before getting out of the car to help his guest load into the car.

“Bucky!” your dad exclaimed as he pulled him into a warm hug that Bucky wasn’t really expecting. “Nice to see you.” He peeked over Bucky’s shoulder to see Steve waving to him from the passenger’s seat.

“Steve, is that you?” He asked with a cheerful smile as Steve nodded sheepishly. He too received a hug through the window, before entering the car himself.

As they headed home, the three boys in the car found themselves in pleasant conversation as they caught up on life.

“How’s your application going, Steve?” Your father asked from the back seat.

Steve hesitated, looking out the window as he finally answered. “I uh, I sent it in last month. Just waiting to hear back from them.”

As if noticing a shift in Steve’s demeanor, he switched his focus to the boy in the driver’s seat. “What about you, Bucky? What are your plans for next year?”

Just like Steve, Bucky hesitated before answering. “I think I’m going into education,” he exclaimed, as if the words surprised him as well.

“Oh education?” Your dad hummed thoughtfully. “Your dad always thought you would go into engineering or something science-y. What made you decide on education?”

Bucky smiled as he replied. “A good talk with a good friend.” He didn’t miss the way Steve looked at him with an eyebrow raised, but decided not to mention it.

An hour later, Bucky pulled into the driveway and put his car in park. He hadn’t even opened his door before the back seat passenger door was being swung open and he heard your voice ring in his ear.

“Dad!” you called, pulling him out of the car and into a warm embrace. As Steve and Bucky got out of the car you immediately latched on to both of them as well, surprising Bucky. Maybe hugging runs in the family? He thought.

“Bucky,” you said firmly, now pulling away from him. Your eyebrows were furrowed together and your eyes looked glassy and— were you mad?

“I’m so sorry, I’m sorry, I’m— I thought it would be a cool surprise and I—”

“Why are you apologizing?” You asked incredulously. “This is the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me.” Now you had wrapped him into another hug, but Bucky let himself relax, relieved that you weren’t pissed off at him.

Before he could say anything else, you had already moved on to Steve, joking with him about how he sucks at keeping a secret, and inviting him to stay just a little bit longer before heading home. Steve nodded sheepishly, even after seeing the 11:57 p.m. blare at him from his phone screen as he checked the time.

Bucky bit the inside of his cheek, thinking to himself that it was weird for him to find your mix of emotions and giddy excitement so endearing. However, he found himself still leaning against the car, in awe that he managed to pull this surprise off. Part of him felt like the protagonist of a Hallmark Christmas movie, moving heaven and earth for the girl he lo–

Bucky let out a cough, not letting himself finish the thought.

As he watched you drag Steve into the house, Bucky found himself alone with your dad who was still gathering the last of his things from the trunk.

“Oh, let me get that for you,” Bucky insisted as he grabbed one of the bags.

Your dad thanked him as he shut the trunk, turning to face Bucky but making no effort to move toward the door of the house.

“Bucky,” he called, his voice much softer than it was at the airport. “I’m guessing she’s the ‘good friend?’” he pat Bucky on the shoulder as he nodded sheepishly, looking down at the ground.

“Let me give you some advice, kiddo. Don’t think too much, life is so much better when you don’t.” With that, he also made his way inside, leaving Bucky alone in the icy chill of the night.

What did he mean by that? Bucky thought. I think a healthy amount, no more and no less, in fact, if I wanted to stop thinking right now I could. See? I did it. For a whole 5 seconds I stopped thinking. Or maybe he—

“Penny for your thoughts?” Bucky’s ears perked up at the sound of your voice. You walked over to where he was leaning against the hood of the car, looking into the night sky.

“I’m not really thinking about anything,” Bucky shook his head. “At least, nothing important.”

He looked down as you handed him a blanket.

“Well if you’re gonna sit here and think about nothing important, you should at least stay warm,” He unraveled the blanket, placing one side around his shoulders and extending his arm as an invitation.

“Join me for a bit?” Bucky surprised himself as he asked the question, and had to resist the urge to tense up when you shifted closer and allowed him to wrap the other side of the blanket around your shoulder.

Thankfully, the silence that followed was peaceful, and when you broke it with a quiet voice, he found himself leaning closer to hear you.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

“For what?” He asked, giving you a gentle nudge, inviting you to speak up.

“For everything,” you answered. “For every late night study session, for bringing me back tea and croissants when you go to the cafe, for bringing my dad here. I feel like you’ve done so much for me, and I’ve just been kind of… a parasite since the beginning.”

Bucky felt his heart lurch at your words. A parasite? How could you think of yourself that way?

Your father’s words echoed in his head once again. Stop thinking so much, he told himself.

So he turned to you, and told you exactly how he felt. “You’re not a parasite, you’re a catalyst.”

You scoffed out a laugh, playfully punching him on the shoulder. “What does that mean?”

Bucky rubbed his arm, pretending to be in pain as you rolled your eyes at him. “It means,” he began. “That the moment you walked through that door, everything changed.”

“For the better, I hope,” you added.

“Well, for reference, I was finally invited to one of Tony’s exclusive karaoke parties. He said I’m a lot more fun these days. I even sang a song.”

You raised your eyebrow at him in curiosity. “Oh? What song?”

He shook his head, refusing to tell you, until you poked his side and he all but fell. “Dancing Queen by ABBA,” he admitted in embarrassment. “Don’t laugh.”

“I’m not laughing, I didn’t laugh,” you said with your lips pursed tightly together, trying hard to fight a chuckle. “What did you score?”

“100.”

“No way.”

Bucky nodded sheepishly as you finally let out your laughter.

“Okay, okay, I believe you,” you relented with a nod. “The Bucky I met in August would have vomited at the thought. I guess I may have rubbed off on you a little.”

“See? This is a symbiotic relationship.” Bucky chuckled, playfully punching your shoulder.

“Alright, alright,” you relented, pulling the blanket off yourself and turning to extend your hand to Bucky. “Now let’s head inside so we don’t freeze.”

A cozy meal and a few board games later, the clock read 4 a.m. and everyone was starting to lose it. Your dad had turned in two hours ago, after the first round of Monopoly ended with you claiming total domination and Steve and Bucky going bankrupt. After you begged your father to stay up, he promised he would only take a nap and that he’d be up by seven a.m. to get breakfast with you.

Still full of energy from the day’s excitement, you forced Steve and Bucky to stay up with you to play a round of Catan, only for you to be falling asleep halfway through it.

“Steve,” Bucky groaned sleepily as he lazily dropped the dice out of his hands. “Make us more coffee–”

He was cut off by Steve slapping his hand over his mouth. “Shhh.” Bucky sat up and slapped his hand away. “She’s finally knocked out.”

Sure enough, your soft snores were coming from the couch as you lay there peacefully, giving Bucky and Steve time to finally escape. Steve got up first, trying his best to move silently.

“I’m gonna make a cup of coffee before I head out,” Steve whispered to Bucky who nodded.

As Steve headed to the kitchen, he tried to stand up carefully from his spot on the floor in front of the couch you were on. He didn’t make it very far before he heard you call out to Bucky.

“Stay?” your voice came out with the softest puff of air, and he wondered if he imagined it.

If Bucky had any more self control, he would have walked away.

But when you reached your hand out in search of his, how could he bring himself to leave?

So instead he knelt back down beside you and decided that once again, he would stop thinking and let himself be in the moment. And in that moment, he was well aware of how his heart hammered against his chest and how his lips were quirked into a smile. Have you always been cute, or was the lack of sleep finally getting to him? Chalking it up to his sleepy deliriousness, he allowed himself to be just a little reckless.

He looked down at where your hand was still in his, and with his free hand reached up to brush a hair out of your face, his hand freezing when he felt your hand twitch in his. Your face grimaced just a little bit at the disturbance and he finally let out a breath when it settled back into a look of peace.

“Sleep well,” he whispered out before giving your hand one final squeeze as he pulled away, taking note of how cold his hands suddenly felt. He balled his hand into a fist and quickly opened it again, aware of all the blood rushing back into his fingertips.

As he stood to drape a blanket over your sleeping figure, he noticed Steve had returned from the kitchen.

“She’s out,” Bucky informed Steve who nodded back absent-mindedly, not quite looking at him. “Do you want a ride back to Scott’s?”

“Hmm?” Steve hummed before finally turning to Bucky. “Oh, no it’s fine, it’s a short walk and the weather is nice tonight.”

“You sure?” Bucky asked with his hands in his pockets, stifling a yawn.

“Yeah,” Steve nodded back with a small smile. “The coffee woke me up.”

Bucky relented and walked Steve to the door before finally making his way into his own bed. Against his better judgment, he found himself replaying the few minutes you sat outside with him, looking at the stars.

He let out a sigh, reaching for the book that rested on his side table, Pride and Prejudice, untouched since the day he read it at the cafe. However, he did not grab the book itself, but rather the bookmark that kept his page – a pink envelope still sealed, addressed to him.

Maybe one day I’ll open it, he thought to himself. But not today.

And with that, Bucky slipped into a deep slumber.

Maybe I’ll dream of you.

#Bucky Barnes #Sebastian Stan #Bucky barnes fluff #sebastian stan fluff #sebastian stan angst #sebastian stan smut #sebastian stan fic #sebastian stan headcanon #sebastian stan x reader #James Buchanan Barnes #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes smut

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ao3feed-sambucky · 4 months

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Roomies

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/vBjsXGy by Six2VII Alana loves her new house, really likes her roommate, Sam, and refuses to move even though her life might be in danger. Words: 659, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 40 of Couch Sessions Fandoms: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Original Characters Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson Additional Tags: Pre-Relationship, Fluff and Humor, Alternate Universe - Roommates/Housemates read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/vBjsXGy

#Bucky #Captain America #Winter Soldier #Sam Wilson #James Barnes #Falcon #SamBucky #BuckySam #IFTTT #ao3feed

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high-functioning-lokipath · 1 year

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Bucky x reader is an assassin avengers are after reader finds an apartment with bucky. Don't know who they are. Bucky notices her wounds and comments on it.

Possible ending bucky puts two and two together. And asks are you this person and potential fight insues.. and reader realizes they like bucky and don't want to fight him

A/N: This was inspired by a random post that I cannot refind. Nonetheless! Here it is! Words: 1,961

"Okay, Mz. Y/L/N," Your boss says darkly. "I'll give you one last chance on this mission. You have 3 months. If the Winter Soldier isn't dead by the end of those 3 months-" He cuts off in a menacing chuckle. "Well, you understand."

"Yes, sir. I won't disappoint you." With that, he hands you a bundle of money, holding onto it firmly.

"You'd better pray you don't," He says, getting the final word before letting you go. You gulp and nod, gathering your things and hurrying out. Your parents had moved out of the country when you were very young. You only remembered a little about your hometown back in the states. When you became a teen, you realized that your ‘Uncle’ that visited your Dad every week was actually a mob boss. You never understood how, but somehow your Dad had gotten into deep debt when he moved to this country and the only way he could pay it off was by working for the mob. Once you turned 18, your dear old ‘Uncle’ hired you too as a way of helping to finish paying your Dad’s debts. You wanted to move back to the States but the only way your ‘Uncle’ let you go was if you agreed to do something for him. That something was taking down his enemies. He trained you to be a master assassin and sent you on missions throughout the States. This one was different though.

Usually it was quick in and out jobs. This one was going to be longer. Your ‘Uncle’ told you that this target would need a different tactic. You’re not familiar with the background of your target outside of the fact that he is a wanted criminal in the country your ‘Uncle’ lives in. You were instructed to rent a small apartment near something called ‘Avengers Tower’ in NYC. Your ‘Uncle’ told you that this would be the best way to monitor your target without getting too close.

Unfortunately, the money he had given you wasn’t enough to cover rent, food, and other general expenses and you were afraid to ask for more. As you roamed the streets, wondering where you’d spend the night, you saw an ad in a window for an apartment-mate. Deciding that if the person was a murderer you could kill them first, you go to the address and knock on the door.

“Hi, I’m here about the apartment share?” You ask the man who answers.

“Um, yes, of course,” He replies, hesitantly. “Are you still interested?”

“Seeing now that you’re a man asking for a roomie? Yeah, I’m still interested. As long as you don’t make a habit of walking around naked, I couldn’t care less. May I come in now?” You ask. The man steps aside and lets you in, an astonished look on his face. “My name’s-um, Y/A/N Y/A/L. Yours?”

“My-” He gasps, stepping in front of you again. “You don’t know who I am?”

“Um, no, am I supposed to?” He chuckles softly and shakes his head. “Sorry, I’ve been living out of the country for a long while.”

“Oh, well, I suppose you don’t have to know me,” He smiles. “Are you alright with the price?” You nod and hand him the first month’s rent.

“Does that answer your question?” He grins and nods, shaking your hand. “Well then its a deal!”

A couple weeks pass, neither of you questioning the other’s schedule. You do surveillance on the Winter Soldier, seeing him come and go from the tower, but you never get a good view of his face. Meanwhile, you and your roommate, Bucky, have been getting closer. To your great surprise, he’s an old fashioned type guy. After the experience you’d had dealing with your ‘Uncle’ and his cronies, you found Bucky’s style refreshing. He was such a gentleman.

One day last week, while watching the Soldier, you finally got a shot but unfortunatly he moved at the last second and it only grazed him. You cursed under your breath and thought nothing of it when later Bucky came home with a bandage on his arm. After all, he did say he was clumsy. Now today, you managed to catch the Soldier alone in an old, dark, smelly warehouse and you’ve found yourself physically fighting him. Both of you wielding your respective knives, lunging at each other. He catches your leg, you catch his side. It ends suddenly, both of you hurrying away before you can see him well.

That night, you’re back at the apartment eating dinner and watching a movie when Bucky finally comes back. “Sorry I’m back so late. Uh, work kinda, well, today was unexpected.”

“No worries. There’s leftovers in the fridge if you want. I just got takeout today. I hurt my leg this afternoon and didn’t feel like standing and cooking.” He hums an agreement and gets the leftovers, sticking them in the microwave. He leans in the doorway, checking out what you’re watching. His eyes wander to you and he notices the bandage you have on your leg. He frowns softly, remembering the fight earlier. He didn’t get a good look at his attacker but he remembers the fighting style seemed distinctly femanine.

“It couldn’t be,” He mumbles to himself. The girl he’s come to know the past few weeks is the complete opposite of the assassin fighter he faced today. “Hey, Y/A/N, how did you hurt your leg?”

"What? Oh I was just," You pause, trying to find a good excuse. "I fell." You sigh, knowing the excuse is lame, but you're not used to working so closely with people on the job.

"Oh, okay. Just, um, be careful? Alright?" He goes back to the microwave, chewing on more than just his food.

Over the next few days, he keeps a careful eye on you hoping to disprove his suspicion. He only gets more and more evidence that you are indeed the assassin after him. The final straw is when he catches you right outside of the tower. You don’t recognize him, but he sees you.

When you finally come back home, you’re angry. Your ‘Uncle’ called you again demanding an update which you didn’t have. You yell and throw your bag on the floor, punching the wall for good measure. “Hey! This is my apartment!” Bucky yells, coming out of his room at the commotion.

“And I pay for half the rent so you can-”

“Really? Really? I can what?” Bucky yells, interrupting your own screams.

“Just forget it. I had a bad day.” You try to push past him but he doesn’t let you. He grabs your arm and for the first time you realize who he is. “Y-you have a metal arm.”

“That’s right. And you have a contract. Now why don’t we have a little chat, hm?”

“I don’t know what you mean!” You cry, panicking. Your mind is scrambling, trying to reconcile how the man you’ve grown so close to could be the man you’re trying to kill.

“Oh don’t give me that bull! I saw you today outside the tower. And that leg injury? You didn’t fall. Now who are you working for?” You stare at him and find yourself unable to see the criminal you were sent to kill. Even though he’s angry, all you can see in his eyes is the man you’ve come to love. “Love?” You think to yourself. You lose all fight in you at that realization.

“Hey, look, I’m sorry I yelled,” Bucky says, seeing your face fall. You slump into his arms, sobbing. “Woah, okay, I-” He doesn’t quite know how to react.

“I’m sorry. I-I don’t know how to get out of it.”

“Okay, let’s just sit down and you can explain everything.” You follow him to the sofa and tell him your whole story.

“I didn’t know. I mean, I knew he was not a good guy, but I figured his motives were valid.” Bucky nods slowly, hesitnetly reaching out for you.

“I can help if you want. I know people who can get you out of this. But you’re going to have to trust me.”

“I do, Bucky. You’re not the man he said you are. Even if you were at one point, I mean,” You chuckle dryly and shale your head. “Look at me.” He smiles at you and nods again.

“Alright, let’s get started.”

The process is slow and painful but eventually, with Bucky’s help and the rest of the Avengers, you have your freedom. Tony throws a party for you, small but nonetheless a party. “Congratulations on your new life, Y/N!” Bucky says bringing you a drink. You gratefully accept and drink it down quickly.

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“Don’t know what to do?” He asks knowingly. You laugh and sigh.

“Yeah. It’s been so long.” He finishes his own drink and holds his hand out to you.

“How about starting with a dance?” You smile.

“Yeah. That sounds good.” You take his hand and the two of you dance for hours it seems, your mind wandering. “So, um, I guess I should pack my things. Now that my job is done, you’ll probably want me out of your hair.”

“Um, I mean, if you want to leave but-” He struggles to find the right thing to say. “Don’t.”

“Don’t?”

“Well, I did have that ad out in the first place. So, I kind of need you around. Being a superhero doesn’t always pay the bills. And it’s such a pain training a new roommate.” He gives you a face, a goofy grin you’ve come to know well.

“Mm-hmm, sure. I think you’re just too attached to my pretty face,” You tease.

“That is also very possible,” He replies, his voice dropping as he pulls you in closer. “Would that convince you to stay?”

“Are you sure? After all, I am a dangerous woman,” You smirk.

“And I’m a dangerous man. I think I’ll be okay,” He replies with a wink. You smile and lean on his shoulder contentedly.

“Is this alright?”

“Perfect.”

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Sam dragging Bucky on social media - Part 7

Would you consider that colors, or fine washables?

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a lil thing inspired by this gifset https://www.tumblr.com/ryan-potter/153478197452/sebastian-running-his-hands-through-his-hair

when bucky first started growing out his hair in college (and unconsciously building the habit of running his fingers through it) it was absolute torture for steve. the constant flex of his arms, the way his shirt would ride up, the bunch of muscle as he tied it into a cute, little ponytail... okay, it was slowly driving him insane.

sometimes in his daydreams he'd get the urge to just pull on it, to see what sounds he'd make if he did that, if he would make the prettiest noises. maybe it'd be nice to see him on his knees, with a tight grip on his-

he snaps out of his thoughts as the door of their shared bathroom squeaks open revealing bucky, hair still dripping wet from his shower.

deep breaths, steve. don't do anything drastic.

it would just be good roomie behavior if he helped his buddy dry off his hair, right? i mean, it's a safety hazard, slippery floors could lead to terrible accidents.

(but maybe if he slips and hits his head he'll forget all about his current fixation that's been hounding him and isn't that a better outcome?)

steve rogers isn't known to be a coward, so why should he start now? just go up to your best friend and casually (or as casually as you can) say, 'hey, looks like you need a little help drying off', totally nonchalant, cool as a cucumber.

fuck. he's totally not being cool about this.

[Link] to a gif set that includes numerous examples of Sebastian Stan running his fingers through his hair, soothing it back from his face.

I am--

Jesus Christ.

When I say I immediately was thinking about this Bucky--

I mean IMMEDIATELY.

His hair is just long enough to pull back, dusting the tops of his shoulders and calling to be tugged on teasingly. Steve daydreams (and wet dreams) of pulling and seeing his eyes widen and go dark and unfocused. His arms are massive and flex hugely, Steve is pretty sure Bucky could bench press him if he tried, but he's intoxicated by the thought of fucking Bucky up until he's melted and can only mewl like the overgrown kitten he is. And his stomach is soft and so outrageously biteable, Steve's mouth actually waters whenever he stretches his arms up to tie his hair back, and his shirt rides up. He's perfect.

It won't be long--exactly as you said--before Steve breaks. How could he not? Just look at that fucking angel 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

(Something Steve didn't daydream about but that feels like a goddamn dream is the way when Bucky's getting fucked face down--chest to the bed, ass up, fucking himself on back Steve's thick, heavy cock with breathy moans that sound like sin--that his hair hangs around his face. Curtaining his face. Hiding his face just enough... just enough that all Steve can see is the lazy-open shape of his mouth and nothing else. Those pink, plush lips. Tempting.)

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Game On: Chapter Seven

Author's Note: Hi everyone! I'm sorry this chapter took so long to publish, I was having a bit of writers block. If you would like me to continue this story I would really appreciate if you could comment!

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Chapter Six

Wanda burst through the door. “Hey roomie!” She smiled at (Y/N).

She tried to steady her breath, the possibility of someone seeing Bucky come out of the room rang around her mind like emergency alarms. She was one sentence away from seeing flashing red lights all around. “I thought you guys weren’t going to make it.”

“I’m happy to see you too.” The redhead chuckled dryly while she placed her bag on the disheveled bed and looked up at her. “Wow, you really move around at night.”

(Y/N) plastered a fake smile. “I’m a pretty restless sleeper.”

“Well thank god you were still asleep when we got in, if not you would have seen Bucky in all of his glory. I’m scared of the thought of you bursting into flames over that.” Wanda laughed. (Y/N) tried to gulp down the lump in her throat, containing all of last night’s memories. She tried to bury the thought of his arms wrapped around her and his lips roaming her body.

“You okay? You look like you’ve got a fever or something.” Wanda said coming closer to her and putting the palm of her hand on (Y/N)’s forehead.

(Y/N) cleared her throat. “I’m perfect, let’s go downstairs I still need to say hi to everybody.”

She took a step to the side and dodged any more of Wanda’s hand gestures, fearing she would notice her heart racing. (Y/N) hurried down the stairs and saw Bucky sitting on the couch next to Nat, Steve, and Sam. She lunged towards Natasha and enveloped her in a hug.

“Nat! I’m so glad you’re here.” She mumbled.

Natasha furrowed her eyebrows. “Wow, what happened to you? I thought you weren’t much of a hugger.”

“I’m just really happy to see you,” (Y/N) straightened herself up and turned to the boys. “And you guys too!”

“Your multiple personality disorder is awfully creepy.” Steve eyed her.

(Y/N) scoffed. “You guys have no idea how excited I am to be with people I actually want to be with.”

“I was truly afraid to come in here and see one or both of you dead.” Sam laughed while opening a beer.

“I still got time.” (Y/N) smiled over at Bucky, she wasn’t expecting the shivers she got down her spine once her eyes met his.

“So! What’s the plan for tonight?” Steve asked. “Same as always? Drinks at the pub in town?”

(Y/N) nodded with a smile. “I’ve prepped everything and the turkey is in the dry brine stage ready for tomorrow, I just have to chop some veggies for the sides. You guys can go unpack and I’ll get started on that.”

Everybody scattered around the house and (Y/N) took a couple of deep breaths to steady her pounding heart before grabbing the ingredients from the fridge.

“Barnes!” (Y/N) shrieked as she closed the refrigerator door. “You almost gave me a heart attack.”

He pulled her closer to him and placed a kiss on her lips before she swatted him away. “What the hell are you doing?”

“c’mon, the joke is up. You like me, I definitely like you. No need to pretend anymore.”

“I never said I liked you.” She put as much distance between them as she could by walking to the other side of the kitchen island.

“Never say never right? That’s what some people say?” He cheekily repeated the words she had said only a night before.

“Just because we spent the night together doesn’t mean I like you.” (Y/N) whispered, eyeing the hallway nearest to the kitchen making sure no one was to see their interaction.

“Oh doll, I remember much more than just spending the night. I remember your eyes going white when I did that thing where-“ Bucky was interrupted by (Y/N) shushing him as Wanda came down the stairs.

“You two look like you’re getting along.” Wanda smiled. “I heard zero yelling and or knives being sharpened.”

“Oh if you only knew.” Bucky smiled back before (Y/N) kicked him in the shin underneath the counter.

“We’ve been civil these past couple of days. It’s probably just the Christmas spirit in me.” (Y/N) said through gritted teeth, shooting her another fake smile.

“I’d say there’s been more than the Christmas spirit in you.” Bucky mumbled under his breath.

(Y/N)’s drink she had been sipping on got caught in her throat.

“I’m gonna go upstairs and get changed, I think we should get some food at the restaurant near the bar before.” Bucky smiled.

“I’m gonna get started on these.” (Y/N) said pointing down at the assorted vegetables.

Wanda eyed both of them before slowly nodding. “You need any help?” She asked (Y/N), her eyes never leaving Bucky as he walked past them and up the stairs.

“Oh, I just realized I forgot my phone upstairs.” (Y/N) said before Wanda could even speak another word. “I’ll be right back. Just start cutting the carrots.”

She hurried up the stairs and looked both ways before going into the bathroom. Bucky was just about to get in the shower.

“What the hell is wrong with you!” (Y/N) whispered, shoving her finger into his surprisingly firm chest.

He took her hand and brought her closer to him, wrapping his bare arms around her body. “Tsk, tsk. Doll, that’s no way of talking to me.” He whispered in her ear.

She shoved him away. “I’m being serious! I don’t want anyone knowing.”

“Why does it matter anyways? It’s not like our friends are going to be pissed off when we start dating! They’re always complaining about us not getting along.”

“Dating?! What the hell are you going on about. Whatever this is,” she said pointing to the two of them. “Only happened yesterday. We are not going to date.”

Bucky rolled his eyes. “When will you drop the act?”

“There’s no act. Nothing happened between us. Just a spur of the moment kind of thing.” She faced the other way.

Bucky took one step to be less than an inch away from her. “So you’re saying what happened yesterday will never happen again?” He whispered into her ear.

(Y/N) took a deep breath in. “Never again.”

“And you felt nothing for me these past days?” His voice traveled down, making the hairs on her neck stand up.

“Nothing.” She murmured.

Both of his hands roamed her back and stopped at her thighs. Grabbing them firmly and briskly bringing her body up on the countertop next to the bathroom sink. Discarding her bottoms with one movement.

He started lowering himself down, his eyes never leaving hers. “And you don’t want what we did yesterday to happen again?” He placed a kiss on her newly exposed skin.

(Y/N) threw her head back and closed her eyes. “No cheating doll, you have to look at me when answering.” She heard him say, his voice darker than before.

“No,” Her attempts to sound strong failed as her voice quivered. “I don’t want what we did yesterday to happen again.”

He settled both of his knees on the floor and ran his hands from her ankles to her hips, opening her legs slightly just so he could fit between them.

“And not even begging will change your mind?” He questioned, looking at her through his eyelashes.

“B-begging?” She swallowed.

Bucky hummed in agreeance while placing a small kiss on the inside of her thighs. “I’m begging you.”

His firm voice sent shivers down her spine. “I think- I- we could-“ the words got caught in her throat. “No one could know.”

“No one could know.” He repeated slowly nodding his head as he inched closer to her. “A gentleman has no memory.”

“Friends with benefits.” She muttered.

“I love both the friends and the benefits part.” Bucky agreed, his kisses had become sloppier and more erratic as he was getting closer to where she wanted him the most.

“So it’s settled, secret friends with benefits.” She gasped a little louder than she wanted to once he arrived. Bucky placed his hand on her mouth to try to cover any more sounds but, it wasn’t enough. There was soon a knock on the bathroom door.

“Hey Buck, you okay in there?” Sam’s voice came through.

Bucky quickly got off of his knees and shot (Y/N) a wink before opening the door barely for him to go out and shut it behind him.

“I wouldn’t recommend you go in there.” Bucky warned. “I just walked in on (Y/N) and I think she’s got some sort of stomach bug.”

“Is she okay?” Sam asked wearily.

“Yeah, I think the diarrhea will pass soon.” She could almost hear the smile in his voice.

“Oh-okay well- feel better.” Sam said through the door and (Y/N) muttered a quick ‘thanks’ as she got off the vanity top.

She looked at her reflection in the mirror, the sparkle in her eyes and the anchored smirk on her mouth made her brain flash a huge red warning sign but she shoved any feeling of danger far into the unopened pandoras box. Even if she couldn’t see the end and even if she didn’t know if this would be a good decision, (Y/N) decided to cherish this feeling.

Soon, the six friends were filing into two cars to drive down to the pub in town. Nat and (Y/N) got into Steve’s car, backing out and heading down the road.

“Someone asked about you.” Natasha said looking at (Y/N) coyly through the rearview mirror.

(Y/N) furrowed her eyebrows. “Somebody asked about me? What about me?”

“Not just someone, Peter.” Steve’s smile was basically audible, but his eyes never left the road.

“When was this?” She asked slowly, opening her phone to see if she had any notifications from Peter. “Why would he ask you guys if he could just ask me directly?”

“It’s no fun when you start thinking logically.” The redhead rolled her eyes. “It happened this morning. We went in to get some coffee before getting on the road and he asked about you.”

“He said something about knowing you were going to drive up here before the roads were closed and he wanted to know if you’d gotten in safe.” Steve complemented.

(Y/N) slowly unfurrow her eyebrows and looked out the window.

“In other words, he likes you!” Natasha said frankly.

“Of course he likes me, we’re friends.”

“Oh god, you do really suck the fun out of everything.” Natasha rolled her eyes. “I can’t believe I have to say it like this. He like likes you.”

“We’re just friends.” (Y/N) repeated her friend’s inflection.

“Does he know that?” Steve asked. “Cause the kid looks pretty smitten over you.”

“Who even uses the word smitten.” (Y/N) scoffed. “Get with the times grandpa.”

“What I mean is that, I think the kid actually likes you. He seemed pretty worried about you being safe and all. Made sure we knew that you were safe.” Steve said, his eyes looking back at her for a microsecond, then back on the road. ‘Safety first.’ (Y/N) could almost hear him saying this in his mind.

“He knows we’re just friends.” (Y/N) said under her breath as they pulled into the parking space on the main street.

“Well, I think you should double check on that because it doesn’t seem like he knows.” Nat said as the three of them got out of the car.

“Please don’t tell me that my morally correct parents are scolding me.” (Y/N) laughed, they were joined by the rest of the group and walked into the restaurant.

“This title brings me much honor.” Steve said as he stood up straight and held his head high.

“Me, not so much. I would rather be morally corrupt.” Nat shrugged her shoulders.

“What are these two going on about?” Sam asked as he put his arm over (Y/N)’s shoulders.

She rolled her eyes. “Something about me not being clear.”

“Ohh,” Sam teased. “Are we talking about a certain freshman?”

“Not you too.” She rolled her eyes and followed the hostess to their table, wanting to avoid any more questioning.

“He looked really cute today.” Wanda smiled as she sat in front of (Y/N).

“Was the whole city in our campus’ coffee shop? I already told everyone that we’re just friends.”

“We’re just saying, it’ll do no harm if you call him and tell him you’re okay and that you’d like to go on a date with him.” Steve raised his menu to try and cover his smile.

“I’m in the mood for a home style meal, what about you guys?” She said trying to shut down any more of her pestering friends’ comments.

“What? Are you scared to go on a date with the kid?” Sam teased.

Bucky perked up. “You’re going on a date?”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes. “I’m not going on a date, and we’re just friends!”

Four out of the five people at the table opened their mouths. “And before any of you say anything, yes I have been clear and no I will not be sending him a text.”

They all slowly shut their jaws, (Y/N) sighed and smiled at them. “I appreciate you guys looking out for me but I’m not looking to date right now.”

“Fine, fine, if that topic is off the table I guess we can talk about next season.” Sam said and Wanda groaned.

“Look what you have done, left us with nothing else to talk about but soccer.”

(Y/N) smiled and looked down at her phone but on the way down, her eyes caught Bucky’s. The flash of blue startling her, she turned around.

“How the hell was I supposed to know that the chains went on the tires at mile 43?!” Sam’s laughter boomed throughout the place.

“Well maybe the fact that you’ve lived near snow your whole life could have been an indicator.” Bucky replied, making Steve choke on his beer.

It had been a couple of hours since they’d left the restaurant and moved over to the bar next door. The place could have been part of a movie set, actually the whole town could be. (Y/N) had thought of that before. The main street filled with quirky stores that would only sell strange overpriced knickknacks and the singular family-owned furniture store that was a carbon copy of Restoration Hardware, whose owners would say that they were currently in a legal battle with said store because it stole their ideas.

“Something about copyright infringement!” The owner had once yelled at (Y/N) with his thick accent.

The owner’s wife shook her head and rolled her eyes as she scanned the pillow (Y/N) had chosen. “It’s called intellectual property Mort! I’ve told him this a thousand times.”

“Whatever it is, those fuckers have got to give me some money!” He yelled back at her. “You gonna want some inserts for that cover cause I’ve got some going on sale.”

“I’m good.” (Y/N) laughed and thanked them.

“I don’t even know why I bother with her, it’s like she doesn’t even listen.” Wanda complained, waving her hand in front of (Y/N)’s eyes.

“Do you ever think about the couple with the furniture store that’s a couple of doors down?” She asked her friends.

“You are seriously insane if you’re thinking about the yellers while drinking.” Nat shot her a confused look.

“It’s just, I feel like things back then weren’t so complicated. She knows he’s crazy and she loves him for that, and he knows she’ll never believe him and he’s okay with that.” (Y/N) explained, swirling the olives in her almost empty glass.

“Well, I for one think love is overrated.” Sam chimed in. “Old people love, that is.”

“You better take that back Samuel!” Wanda clutched her imaginary pearls. “You don’t believe in love?”

Sam shrugged. “I believe that unconditional love is fake. It never has existed and it never will exist. It’s just something a director fabricated so we’ll watch more romcoms.”

Bucky’s scoff joined the conversation.

“I would love to hear what our eternal bachelor thinks about the conversation.” Natasha smiled.

“I believe that love is uncomplicated. We get so caught up in what should happen and what things people should do that we become the ill-fated director of our own love life. If we just took a step back and let things take their natural course, we would see that love is truly simple. And every piece falls into place.” Bucky held his cup up. “And for that, lets cheers.”

Everyone at the table cheered on and after the noise died down, Natasha turned to her roommate. “You seriously don’t have one snarky comment about what Bucky just said?”

(Y/N) bit her lip but her smile got the best of her. “Sometimes, when he’s not an absolute prick he makes some incredibly astute comments.”

“And that, ladies and gentlemen,” Bucky stood up and bowed. “is how you do it.”

(Y/N) laughed and made her way to the bar. “Could I just get a glass of water?” She asked the bartender.

“You’re way more fun when you drink.” A recognizable voice said from behind her.

“Ha-ha.” She said sarcastically. “You, are way more romantic when you drink. That speech out there sure fooled everyone at the table.”

“Doll, when I speak from the heart the ladies’ pants start to drop.” He winked at her.

(Y/N) threw her head back from laughter and lightly shoved him away. “That was seriously the most uncool thing I think I have ever heard.”

“I’ve got more where that came from.” He winked at her.

“This conversation is just a trainwreck waiting to happen so, I think I’m going to tap out.” (Y/N) said getting her phone out to get a cab.

“I can take you back to the cabin, if-if you want me to.” Bucky cleared his throat and looked away.

(Y/N) shot him a small smile. “I wouldn’t want you to leave just because I’m not really a ‘Let’s get blackout drunk at a bar’ kind of gal.”

“I’ll let you in on a secret.” Bucky got closer to her. “I’m not really that type of guy either. I’ve been drinking the same watered-down glass of whiskey since we got here.”

“Nice little party trick you’ve got going on.” She laughed as she took a sip of his 90% water drink.

“I’m ready to leave when you are doll.” He flashed his perfect smile at her and she nodded. “Irish Exit?”

“I can’t think of a better way of leaving.” She replied. “Let me just grab my bag and my coat.”

(Y/N) made her way back to the table and grabbed her belongings, making a few comments here and there to the table so they wouldn’t see she was about to leave. (Y/N) had already made it out the door when she heard her name being called from behind her.

“Where are you going!” Wanda asked, quickly putting on her coat ang coming out of the bar. “It’s barely one.”

“I-um- I think I drank one too many.” She lied with a smile. “Plus, I’ve got to be up pretty early tomorrow. Feeding you guys is no easy task.”

Wanda nodded. “Okay but let me tell one of the guys to take you back!”

She was about to turn around when (Y/N) answered. “No worries, I’ve already got a ride.”

Wanda’s look of confusion only deepened once she saw Bucky behind (Y/N). His back was against the wall of the bar, the neon sign shone blue and red shadows across his face.

“So, um, Ill text you when we get there.” (Y/N) said and Wanda slowly nodded. She turned on her heel and walked towards Bucky. “Let’s go.”

Before Wanda turned around, she caught a glimpse of Bucky. Looking down at (Y/N), on his face an emotion that she’d never seen before. This only confused her even more.

Once they were on their way back, Bucky asked the question that had been roaming his mind for hours. “What’s going on between you and that kid?”

(Y/N) groaned. “Do I seriously have to answer that question?”

“You left it pretty clear that you aren’t going to date the guy but, what’s your deal with him?”

“There is no deal.”

“You may be able to fool those guys but don’t try to do that shit with me.” Bucky said sternly, he noticed his knuckles going white from holding them down on the steering wheel.

“What’s it to you anyways.” She replied, her tone becoming heavier.

“Well, if we’re going to start this up, I would like to know who else you’re doing it with.”

“Doing it with? What are you? Five?” She huffed. “You, you are seriously giving me lectures about this?”

“I would just like to know if I need to get tested.”

“If anyone here needs to get tested it’s me. I can’t believe I made the mistake of sleeping with a walking std sampler.”

“Cut the crap, I know you kissed him so, what’s going on between you two.” Bucky snapped.

“You saw that?” She whispered.

He rolled his eyes and turned to her once he parked outside of the cabin. “That idiot basically rushed to kiss you once he saw me outside of your apartment.”

(Y/N)’s scowl turned into a smirk in a matter of seconds. She turned to face him and reached over to his side of the door to click the lock button, her eyes never leaving his. “And what did you think of that kiss?”

His eyes looked down at her lips, taking a deep breath and coming closer to her. “I think that by the look on your face, he’s a terrible kisser.”

She shrugged. “I’ve had worse.”

“And you’ve had better.” He stated.

“Not any one I particularly remember.” She bit her bottom lip.

He tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and kissed her neck. “What about this.”

“You want me to rate them?” She challenged.

He tugged on the hair closest to the nape of her neck, making their eyes meet. “Tell me I’m the only one.”

She looked up at him. “Would that satisfy you?”

He grabbed her hand and brought it to where he wanted her the most. “You already know what satisfies me.”

He tugged on her hair again, leaving a trail of kisses from her collarbone to her jaw. “Say it.”

(Y/N) closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

“Only you.” She whispered.

“That’s what I wanted to hear.” He moaned before taking her into the back seat.

Chapter Eight

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Lambchop

pairings: SS&CE characters x female short chubby reader

words count:1530

a/o: I don’t know why my fic become this but...alright.

warnings: none, just fluff, and self insecure,

It’s your first time going to the men’s dorms.

“You sure you can find the dooms on your own, Lambchop?”

“Buck is right, we could leave the class earlier and pick you up…or we could skip today’s class.”

Shakes your head, you give both of your best friends a ‘Don’t you dare to try’ look and continue gathering your stuff.

“I know my terrible ability about the roads is the reason why you worried about me, but I have the Google map and the GPS. Or I could ask other guys how to go to the dooms. There are so many ways! Besides, I couldn’t always hide under your wings, right?”

“I’d rather and will always protect you, there are so many bastards in this world…”

Steve murmurs under his breath but he sighs while Bucky strokes your hair softly with the back of his left hand.

“If someone tries to hurt you, you call us ANYTIME without hesitation, you got me, doll?”

You nod and snuggle against his hand.

Follow the map and GPS, you stop at a historic building, the ivy climbs up the stone walls, small, rectangular windows let in plenty of light and have been added to the house in a very symmetric way.

The house is equipped with a large kitchen and two bathrooms, it also has a spacious living room, four bedrooms, a roomy dining area, a multimedia room, and a grand storage room. The roof is high and triangular and is covered with stone slabs.

The building is shaped like an L. The extension extends into wooden sunscreen structures reaching the end of that side of the house.

The second floor is the same size as the first, but part of it hangs over the edge of the floor below, creating an overhang on one side and a balcony on the other. This floor has a slightly unique style compared to the floor below.

Press the doorbell, wait a few moments until someone opens the door.

A man with caramel brown hair and a pair of dodger blue eyes leans against the door frame, his arms cross in front of his chest, and he raised his brows.

“Name and who do you want to find?”

You shift your feet and hold your bag tighter; you’ve heard him before.

Hugh Ransom Drysdale, a fabulous frat boy in your college. He and Lance Tucker, the car racer, are friends. And he’s another roommate with your boys.

“I’m here to wait for Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes.”

Ransom frowns and looks you up and down, then he shrugged.

“Come in and close the door.”

Ransom doesn’t give you second attention when he goes back to his room directly.

Sitting on the soft and cozy couch, you take your phone and text your best friends that you’ve arrived at the dorm. When they text you back and say they’ll bring your favorite restaurant meal back, you smile at the screen.

The bang of the door shuttling startles you and makes you jump slightly. Turning to the door, you meet your classmates.

“Um…what are you doing here?”

“Hey, Jake, Dennis. I’m waiting for Steve and Bucky. You two just finish your class?”

The two of them let their bags fall on the ground and then sit on both sides.

“Den and I finished our programs, so we decided to play some video games in our rooms. I, I never thought I’d meet you here. I mean, you’re so shy and sweet, and the two pricks protect you so well that the whole dooms have a bet that when will you be a thing…”

You chuckle when you hear Jake’s words.

The reason Steve and Bucky are so protective is that you are their childhood best friend. You three are always together like each other’s shadows. You’ve been their support friend and sunshine since they could remember.

Before Steve turned into a delicious beefcake, it was you and Bucky who protected him; Bucky protected him from those bullies, and you saved him from those mean girls. Steve was a stubborn cat, and he still is. Then, he became beefy and taller after your last summer vacation in your high school. So did Bucky, only you became twice the size, though both reassured you that they still think you are the most beautiful woman in this world. But you’ve seen those pretty women around your best friends.

None of them like you.

Everything changed after the summer. You were no longer the sunshine and confident one, you don’t like jogging with them anymore because you didn’t like to bear those stares on your body. You don’t like to see your reflection in the mirror or take photos.

You thought they would dump you or distance themselves when they realize you’re not enough for them. But no, both those boys glued on your sides and be more protective after you met some pricks and bullies.

“I knew the feelings about trusting people you loved will love you back unconditionally. But you did that to the skinny Stevie, so I want to do the same to you, sunshine.”

Steve sat on your left as he admired the same sunset as you. The soft wind kissed both your faces; your eyes locked at each other. You could see sincerity, and something was hidden in the depth of blue. You didn’t dare to discover those, not when you couldn’t even accept and rebuild your confidence.

And what about the rest? What happened after the New Year party in your fresh year?

You only remember that you cried in Steve’s warm and safe arms, Bucky whispered how beautiful you were, and they love your every inch ‘less perfect.’

And when the ray of sunshine peeked through the curtains in Buck and Steve’s room, you found you were sleeping between your best friends, and their hands trapped you as if you were in the safest golden cage.

“Good morning, gorgeous.” Bucky slowly opened his eyes while he gave you a breathtaking smile.

Steve held your left hand to his lips and kissed your knuckles.

“Waking with you and Buck in the peaceful morning is one of my life goals, and now my dream has come true.”

You couldn’t stop your tears falling and the feelings about cotton swelled in your heart.

After the chaotic night and the soft morning, you told yourself that the whole world didn’t worth you to upset your two fucking ‘the best’ best friends.

Who cares about those girls, frat boys, or gossip when you have your boys?

In their eyes, you’re like the goddess herself and to you, you know they’d never judge you if you are happy and healthy.

“Lambchop! Sorry, we’re late.” Bucky’s voice lets you jump and stand up quickly, running to him and giving him a bear hug. He catches your weights easily, his hands cupping your hips while he kisses your right cheek.

“Miss us so much, hum?” You nod and peck his lips, arms around his neck. Then you rest your face on his shoulder while you smile at Steve, who stood behind Bucky and is lifting your favorite meal.

“Steviee~~” You swear Bucky and Steve flinch at the same time when they heard you calling Steve’s name sweetly.

The blonde chuckles and bends over to kiss your left cheek.

Your giggle dies down when you see someone show up behind Steve, he wears a red and white racer coat, and he clears his throat.

Bucky groans when he sees the man. “Oh no the troublemaker is here.”

“What are you doing here? I supposed today’s Scott or Nick to come here.”

Steve clenches his jaw and shifts between you and the man so he won’t see you.

“Lance is invited by me, you two idiots in love. We’re not interested in your Lambchop.”

Ransom’s voice draws everyone’s attention, you climb down from Bucky and suddenly noticed that there are so many men in the same place.

“Buck, can we go to your bedroom? Or the dining room?” You tug Bucky’s sleeve and give him your best doe eyes.

“Anything you want, sunshine. Let’s head to our room.”

You could sense the two pairs of eyes gawking at you when you follow your best friends.

After you left, Dennis and Jake went back to their room silently, only Ransom and Lance still stood there.

“You should come sooner, it’s impossible to meet her alone. They’re like her guards or something.” Ransom frowned while Lance shrugged

“Sorry, Branden and Nick want to see her too, we took some time to decide who could come here this time.”

Ransom sighed and stepped toward the fridges, pouring himself a glass of icy water.

“I bet she has something to bait all of us curious about her, and I don’t know why those two idiots craved her so much. She’s not special.”

“Or just to us. Barnes is like a tamed puppy when he’s around her. I’ve never seen him like that.”

Lance smirked when he rethinks Steve’s actions and your sweet giggles, his Adam's apple babbled.

“But…I might could realize why they’re adore her.”

might have part 2? reblog and comments are appreciated

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