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maivolpe · 11 months

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shh he’s not drunk ;)

hehehe hi. it’s me, again. i’m back with another request :3c if possible, could u write a fic in which it’s the reader + sam, steve & buck just talking, having fun & drinking ? maybe playing a sort of party game ?? there’s asgardian liquor so steve & buck actually get tipsy, & it’s just sam & steve teasing reader & bucky about their crushes on each other ( mutual pining blind idiots again ) picking each other when there’s teams ingame, opening the window so reader gets cold & buck gives her his sweatshirt, just all around fluff & cheese <3 btw, thank u again for responding to my req, i loved ur fic ( + checked ur other ones out ), is there any preferences u have with what u write ?? ( theme, characters, plot ) lmk so i can request more stuff like that in the future. also hope ur exams went well!! ♡♡

thank you so much for requesting again, it really means so much that you’re sticking around 🥹 exams went well (i think) thank you for asking! and as for preferences, i love writing moments of domesticity/vulnerability, it’s literally addictive. much love ♡

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pairing: bucky barnes x reader cw: cursing, mentions of alcohol wc: 622

“uno!”

bucky slapped down a yellow nine, shaking the table with his force. “i dare someone to beat me.”

steve shook his head, placing down a yellow four and taking a sip of his drink. “anybody got any skips?”

sam groaned, tossing a yellow six on to the table. “it’s all on you, girl. i’m tired of this asshole winning.”

you shifted the plus four card in your hand, instead placing down a yellow three. “sorry, boys.”

“in your face, wilson!”

“i think your girl threw, barnes,” sam complained. “ain’t no way this is a clean game.”

“you’re just jealous, birdbrain.”

bucky rose from his spot and walked over to the bar to pour himself another drink, but not before you caught a look the heat blooming across his face. sam and steve glanced at each other knowingly.

“kind of cold, isn’t it buck?” steve tried, watching you wrap your arms around yourself.

“nah, ‘m warm.”

“well why don’t you give your girl that hoodie? she looks like she’ll freeze to death.”

“yeah, just let me whip you to death with it first, asshole.” he pulled his hoodie over his head, glaring at the captain.

“not his girl,” you seethed, but accepted the sweatshirt all the same, giving his fingers a quick squeeze in apology.

bucky sat down and swiped at the cards on the table, missing them by an inch. you took it as a cue to slowly slide his drink away from him, hoping he wouldn’t catch it.

he reached for the glass, though, and you batted his hand away. he groaned. “you have it, then.”

you shook your head. “asgardian liquor would knock me out, you know that. and anyways, someone’s gotta take care of you oafs.”

“not an oaf,” he grumbled.

“oh, but i bet you’d be her oaf, huh big guy?”

bucky blushed deeper than the red of the cards he was gathering. “shut up.”

you shot up from your seat, fumbling with your bag. “okay, guys, time to go.”

“gonna send us to our rooms, mom?” sam jabbed.

“shut up, wilson, you’ll feel like shit tomorrow if i don’t cut you off now.”

he downed the last of his drink, setting it on the table with a clink. “have it your way.”

he and steve both offered you a fistbump and made sure to waggle their eyebrows at bucky before heading up to their rooms. you laughed as bucky fipped them off behind their backs.

you walked the soldier up to his room, despite what sam and steve would surely have to say about it the next day. he seemed tired, and a little tipsy to say the least. his cheeks were still painted in a rose-colored blush.

he pulled the door open but stood in the threshold, looking at you.

“what’s… oh, buck! your sweatshirt!”

you tugged at the material, but a warm hand grabbed at your wrist. “keep it, looks good on you.”

you looked up in surprise, and bucky recoiled. “shit- sorry f’r touchin’ you.”

“oh no, it’s okay!”

he nodded, fumbling with his jacket. “and ‘m sorry for the boys. they’re dicks.”

you giggled, reaching forward and tugging his zipper downwards. “it’s okay, they don’t bother me. they just wanna get a rise out of you, buck.”

“i just feel bad.” he shrugged off his jacket and tossed it onto the floor, letting out a yawn.

you smiled. “you should get some sleep so you don’t feel bad tomorrow.”

“‘m not drunk, i don’t get drunk.”

you giggled. “i didn’t say that, honey, i just said you should get some rest.”

“o-okay.”

he didn’t sleep much that night, that word floating around in his head. honey. it was sweet, just like you.

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ko-fi ♡

#comment rb #thank you for reading 🥹

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maivolpe · 11 months

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you make me happy thank you for reading!!

as long as you’re with me (you’ll be just fine)

summary: you neglect an injury to be able to see your boyfriend. he, however, sees right through your charade.

a/n: my first "full" one-shot! this is a reminder to take care of yourselves or else. i hope you enjoy ♡

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pairing: bucky barnes x reader cw: descriptions of blood, stitches, wounds, needles, bucky dog-earing a book wc: 1.5k

the lights were dimmed when you arrived home, battered and bruised. you almost sank to your knees upon entrance, the exhaustion from the day coursing through your body. you dropped your backpack just inside the door with a resounding thud. you'd deal with it later.

your suit still stuck to your skin unpleasantly, the slick feeling of blood still coating your leg. it had taken a few minutes to even realize you had been stabbed, but that was a small mercy. it was a sharp pain like you'd never felt before, and the heat of it all tortured you through the rest of the fight. you had lost the feeling, for a few fleeting seconds, thanks to adrenaline, but now it was back. and worse than before, as your stupid suit rubbed against the wound.

shower, was the plan. shower everything off, bandage it up, and pretend like nothing happened. then you would get to spend the time with bucky that you missed on the mission.

"baby?"

his voice echoed softly across the room, and you squinted before realizing that bucky was tucked under a pile of blankets on the couch. only his eyes, his nose, and his battered copy of the hobbit showed. you laughed breathily, slowly making your way across the room to him. "hey, lover."

he dog-eared his page, causing you to wince internally, and struggled out of the blankets he had trapped himself in. his eyes flitted over your face, taking in your features. the small crease in your forehead, the bags under your eyes. the little tilt to your head, because... you were favoring one leg over the other. busted.

"where are you hurt?" he asked, though he already knew.

you groaned, defeated, and displayed your left leg in front of him. though your suit was still on, there was a sickening stain of blood collecting where you'd quickly wrapped it up and tied it off before leaving the compound.

"it's really not a big deal, doesn't hurt that badly. don't worry about me!"

bucky cocked an eyebrow at you, and reached for your leg. he gently bent your shin backwards, eliciting a hiss of pain from your lips.

"sure, princess. not that bad. sit down."

he headed off to the bathroom to fetch the kit, and you let yourself slowly sink onto the couch.

"if it was bad they wouldn't have let you leave," he called from the other room. "knife wound?"

"yeah," you answered. "i kind of... hid it? but i think they knew you were gonna patch me up regardless."

bucky walked back into the room, his bare feet grazing the carpet. "i'm nothing to you but a nurse."

you laughed and leaned forwards, trapping his lips in a soft kiss. it tasted like heaven after a long day of granola bars and the metallic tang of your own blood. but then again, it always tasted like heaven.

"hottest nurse i ever met."

he chuckled, tying his hair up to keep it out of his eyes and squatting down to see your thigh in the dim lighting. "don't tell sharon that."

he slowly untied the cloth you'd had tied just above your knee, muttering "crude" before letting it fall to the floor. while it wasn't completely soaked through with blood, you still looked away from it, instead watching bucky's jaw set as he pulled out a pair of scissors.

"'m just gonna cut your suit here," he assured. "you've got like fifty of 'em anyways."

you nodded your assent, laying back on the cushions as you heard the tear of fabric. he hissed upon seeing the wound, a three- or four-inch gash just above your knee. it was probably three-quarters of an inch deep, he figured. dried crimson covered every available inch of skin. if it had happened to himself, he wouldn't have cared. he had plenty of scars, and the serum would help to heal it fast enough that it didn't matter.

but to his girl?

he was filled with a rage he hadn't felt since the forties, when steve would show up bloodied and bruised, acting as unaffected as you were right now. he'd been against you going on missions in the first place - while he knew you were capable, he couldn't protect you in the field. he wanted, needed to protect you. but he knew the best way to do that would be to help now, to clean you up, and so he did.

"how're you feeling, pretty girl?" he asked, moving to the faucet in the kitchen. he ran the water over a clean cloth, never taking his eyes off of the couch where you lay.

you pressed the heels of your hands to your eyes, sighing. "'m a little dizzy. stitches?"

"mm-hmm."

"ugh."

you closed your eyes - just for a minute - and it felt like the couch would swallow you up, or you would sink right through the cushions. it was quiet, only the ticking of the clock and the hum of the tacky lamp that bucky loved to read by filling the air. they soon faded, and you didn't question why. there was silence for a moment, and the burning in your leg subsided until it was just a dull ache.

your eyes flickered open in surprise at a cool pressure on your lips, parting them just a bit when you realized bucky was holding a glass to your mouth. it felt cool and wonderful trickling down your throat, and before you knew it, the cup was empty and he was pulling it away. he made up for it with the loving look he gave you, though it was tinged with a bit of sadness. it could've just been the shadows, the way the light fell on him, but you knew better.

"hang in there for me, doll," he murmured, sitting back down and pressing the wet cloth to your skin. the sting of the fabric against the gash was more than enough to bring you back down to earth. you groaned, and bucky nodded in sympathy.

"almost done."

he was finished in no time, though it felt like forever, and soon wielded the needle and nylon that you so dreaded.

“here, baby, i got you.” he tucked the end of one of his blankets into your mouth, letting you bite down on it. "ready?"

you nodded, giving him a weak thumbs up. ready as you'd ever be, you supposed.

he went in as quickly as he could, tongue peeking out of the corner of his mouth as he slammed out stitch after stitch. you gritted your teeth, your breath hitching. it stung so badly. but it was done as fast as it had begun, and the needle clattered to the ground.

bucky pulled himself onto the couch next to you, his hands moving a million miles a minute. he gently took the fabric from your teeth, laying the blanket softly over your legs, hiding the stitches from view. you held your trembling hands out to him, and they were swallowed up in an instant, deft fingers tracing your veins.

“good job, darling, that was amazing,” he murmured, pressing a tentative kiss to your mouth. your lip quivered and he pulled away quickly, cautious eyes searching for any kind of pain he might’ve caused.

“hey, what’s wrong?”

tears gathered at your waterline, and you sniffled before choking out, “you treat me so well.”

he smiled, but knitted his eyebrows together in confusion. “you’ve been stabbed. do you think i wouldn't help you?”

“no i know you'll always help, but… i don't think i deserve it. i didn’t do amazing. it hurt.”

he laughed. “pretty girl, when i had to sew myself up for the first time, i was cussin’ and screamin’ everywhere. you didn’t even make a single sound.”

"well then i shouldn't have gotten stabbed," you grumbled.

he pulled you into his arms. “you got through the fight, first of all, and that's a win in my book. and on top of that, you toughed it out just to come see me, dove. which you shouldn’t have, that was stupid and reckless, but the point here is that you're strong. even stronger than me, i think."

you only hummed, moving your head to rest on his shoulder. it felt as though all of your energy had evaporated from your body, and would float away through an open window somewhere. the rumble of bucky's voice deliberately softened, proving your exhaustion did not go unnoticed.

“want me to sleep on the couch with you tonight?”

you hummed, leaning forward to kiss his neck as your way of saying yes. he chuckled again, the sweet melody of his laughter bringing a ghost of a smile to your tired face. you couldn't see his, but you knew he was grinning.

“c’n you read to me?”

bucky reached for his book, flipping to the dog-eared page. "i thought you'd never ask, dove."

"you know, one 'f these days 'm gonna get tired of hearing about dwarves."

"you won't," he said confidently. "you love me too much."

you snorted, but settled in, tucking your uninjured leg close to your body. bucky tightened his grip around you, reaching up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. he cleared his throat dramatically, coaxing another smile from your features.

“bilbo rushed along the passage, very angry, and altogether bewildered and bewuthered…”

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ko-fi ♡

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maivolpe · 1 year

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i’m so glad you liked it 😭😭😭 thank you sm for reading

Hi there!

Can I request a Bucky x reader where she likes to write (or is a writer) and is trying to find a way to write down a scene and asks Bucky to help her?

I've seen a lot of videos on Ticktock where the girls ask their boyfriends to act like characters from a book (usually spicy scenes) and...yeah, that gives me things to think about...

i love you for this and YOU BETTER BELIEVE i made my boyfriend do the wall thing with me (for scientific purposes of course)

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pairing: bucky barnes x reader cw: none wc: 304

“buck, can you come here?”

“coming, doll.”

“‘m just having a hard time writing this scene,” you mumbled.

he made his way into your bedroom, raising an eyebrow at the sheets bunched together on the floor. you gave him a sheepish wave.

he pressed a soft kiss to your hairline. “i’m sure you’re doing amazing, sweetheart. the words will come.”

you smiled at his praise, but shook your head and slid your laptop away from you. “is there a chance you could actually help me with it?”

“what do you need me to do?”

bless him.

you hopped off the bed, padding over to the door.

once you were faced with him, however, his eyes trained on your face, a slight quirk to his mouth, your stomach flip-flopped.

“it’s… um, it’s kind of stupid, never mind…”

he gently took both of your hands, causing blood to rush to your cheeks.

“nothing you ever have to say could ever be stupid, dove. not in anyone’s wildest imagination.”

“well, um… you should put one arm on the doorframe, like this…”

“and the other?”

you shrugged, your eyes fixed on the way his shirt rode up, exposing just a sliver of skin.

“how about…”

he never once broke eye contact with you as he slowly moved his hand up to cup your face, dragging his thumb across your cheek.

“oh, wow,” you breathed, heart fluttering behind your ribcage.

it was like slow motion when he leaned in to kiss you, his body pressing yours to the wall. it was more than you could ever dream to put into words, the warmth and softness of his lips against yours, parted in wonder. you were left dumbfounded when he finally pulled away, knees shakier than they had been before.

“got any more scenes you need to write, pretty girl?”

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ko-fi

#comment rb #also seeing my name like IN a tag is surreal

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maivolpe · 1 year

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pairing: bucky barnes x reader cw: cursing, mentions of alcohol wc: 622

“uno!”

bucky slapped down a yellow nine, shaking the table with his force. “i dare someone to beat me.”

steve shook his head, placing down a yellow four and taking a sip of his drink. “anybody got any skips?”

sam groaned, tossing a yellow six on to the table. “it’s all on you, girl. i’m tired of this asshole winning.”

you shifted the plus four card in your hand, instead placing down a yellow three. “sorry, boys.”

“in your face, wilson!”

“i think your girl threw, barnes,” sam complained. “ain’t no way this is a clean game.”

“you’re just jealous, birdbrain.”

bucky rose from his spot and walked over to the bar to pour himself another drink, but not before you caught a look the heat blooming across his face. sam and steve glanced at each other knowingly.

“kind of cold, isn’t it buck?” steve tried, watching you wrap your arms around yourself.

“nah, ‘m warm.”

“well why don’t you give your girl that hoodie? she looks like she’ll freeze to death.”

“yeah, just let me whip you to death with it first, asshole.” he pulled his hoodie over his head, glaring at the captain.

“not his girl,” you seethed, but accepted the sweatshirt all the same, giving his fingers a quick squeeze in apology.

bucky sat down and swiped at the cards on the table, missing them by an inch. you took it as a cue to slowly slide his drink away from him, hoping he wouldn’t catch it.

he reached for the glass, though, and you batted his hand away. he groaned. “you have it, then.”

you shook your head. “asgardian liquor would knock me out, you know that. and anyways, someone’s gotta take care of you oafs.”

“not an oaf,” he grumbled.

“oh, but i bet you’d be her oaf, huh big guy?”

bucky blushed deeper than the red of the cards he was gathering. “shut up.”

you shot up from your seat, fumbling with your bag. “okay, guys, time to go.”

“gonna send us to our rooms, mom?” sam jabbed.

“shut up, wilson, you’ll feel like shit tomorrow if i don’t cut you off now.”

he downed the last of his drink, setting it on the table with a clink. “have it your way.”

he and steve both offered you a fistbump and made sure to waggle their eyebrows at bucky before heading up to their rooms. you laughed as bucky fipped them off behind their backs.

he pulled the door open but stood in the threshold, looking at you.

“what’s… oh, buck! your sweatshirt!”

you tugged at the material, but a warm hand grabbed at your wrist. “keep it, looks good on you.”

you looked up in surprise, and bucky recoiled. “shit- sorry f’r touchin’ you.”

“oh no, it’s okay!”

he nodded, fumbling with his jacket. “and ‘m sorry for the boys. they’re dicks.”

you giggled, reaching forward and tugging his zipper downwards. “it’s okay, they don’t bother me. they just wanna get a rise out of you, buck.”

“i just feel bad.” he shrugged off his jacket and tossed it onto the floor, letting out a yawn.

you smiled. “you should get some sleep so you don’t feel bad tomorrow.”

“‘m not drunk, i don’t get drunk.”

you giggled. “i didn’t say that, honey, i just said you should get some rest.”

“o-okay.”

he didn’t sleep much that night, that word floating around in his head. honey. it was sweet, just like you.

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ko-fi ♡

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes blurb #blurb #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes fanfic #winter soldier #marvel #mai writes

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maivolpe · 1 year

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Hi there!

Can I request a Bucky x reader where she likes to write (or is a writer) and is trying to find a way to write down a scene and asks Bucky to help her?

I've seen a lot of videos on Ticktock where the girls ask their boyfriends to act like characters from a book (usually spicy scenes) and...yeah, that gives me things to think about...

i love you for this and YOU BETTER BELIEVE i made my boyfriend do the wall thing with me (for scientific purposes of course)

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pairing: bucky barnes x reader cw: none wc: 304

“buck, can you come here?”

“coming, doll.”

“‘m just having a hard time writing this scene,” you mumbled.

he made his way into your bedroom, raising an eyebrow at the sheets bunched together on the floor. you gave him a sheepish wave.

he pressed a soft kiss to your hairline. “i’m sure you’re doing amazing, sweetheart. the words will come.”

you smiled at his praise, but shook your head and slid your laptop away from you. “is there a chance you could actually help me with it?”

“what do you need me to do?”

bless him.

you hopped off the bed, padding over to the door.

once you were faced with him, however, his eyes trained on your face, a slight quirk to his mouth, your stomach flip-flopped.

“it’s… um, it’s kind of stupid, never mind…”

he gently took both of your hands, causing blood to rush to your cheeks.

“nothing you ever have to say could ever be stupid, dove. not in anyone’s wildest imagination.”

“well, um… you should put one arm on the doorframe, like this…”

“and the other?”

you shrugged, your eyes fixed on the way his shirt rode up, exposing just a sliver of skin.

“how about…”

he never once broke eye contact with you as he slowly moved his hand up to cup your face, dragging his thumb across your cheek.

“oh, wow,” you breathed, heart fluttering behind your ribcage.

“got any more scenes you need to write, pretty girl?”

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ko-fi ♡

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes blurb #blurb #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes fanfic #winter soldier #marvel #mai writes

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maivolpe · 1 year

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who i write for

bucky barnes peter parker tasm!peter parker

what i won't write

nsfw (nothing explicit, suggestive is fine) cheating extreme age gaps character x character (for now i only write character x reader)

if you have any questions or need anything clarified feel free to ask! please remember i am a human with human responsibilities - i promise i will do my absolute best to get requests out in a timely manner, but sometimes it doesn't play out like that. they'll be out eventually, i promise!

as always, thank you for taking the time to request and read my works. i love all of you ♡

(also, keep in mind i generally write characters x female readers because i myself am female, if you’d like something else please specify!)

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maivolpe · 1 year

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EXAMS ARE OVER SEND ME REQUESTS YIPPEE

#bucky barnes x reader #tasm!peter x reader #peter parker x reader #mai rambles

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maivolpe · 1 year

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“My quiet girl,” Remus murmurs, and there’s so much tenderness in his voice that you think you might die from it. “You’re just a little shy is all. It’s not a flaw.” You sit down, leaning against him ever so slightly - a moth to the loveliest flame of all.

#shygirlsupremacy

your word choice is just so beautiful and gentle especially in these lines; it evokes such warmth, like just a feeling of tenderness you don't get from many other places. i absolutely adore everything about this and all of your writing. amazingly done + kisses for u mwah!

hi! if you’re still taking requests could you do a peter or remus one where the reader is shy and someone makes fun of that (like in a super backhanded way) and peter or remus hear and defend her?

when i say this is months overdue, i mean months and months and months :') sorry for not writing it sooner! this is all over the place and i kinda hate it but i rly wanted to try writing remus rip :') i hope it's alright! I'll check for mistakes later <3

“You okay?” Remus nudges your shoulder gently with his own as the two of you make your way up Sirius’s drive.

“Yeah. I’m a little nervous about meeting your friends though.” You give him the truth because you’ve never been much good at lying to Remus, and he's always been far too intuitive for your liking.

The boy pulls you to a stop outside the front door. If you listen closely, you can hear music playing inside. Laughter maybe.

You gulp, pulling your sweater around you. Remus looks at you patiently. His hair is falling into his eyes, you notice. You fight the urge to brush it up.

“It’s just… I’m not good at talking to new people. What if they think I’m weird? They might not like me.” You’re not fishing for compliments, you never are, doubting yourself is almost like second nature. Remus shakes his head before pressing a firm but gentle kiss to your hairline.

“Sirus and James love you, honey. They don’t mind that you’re timid.” The boy sounds truthful, and honestly you have no reason not to believe him. Remus’s closest friends have been nothing but kind to you since you first met them.

“And so what if someone doesn’t like you?“ he continues. “That’s their problem. I like you. I think you’re absolutely lovely.” Remus, takes your hands in his and massages tiny circles into your skin.

You try to internalise his words, do you best to weed out all the anxiety you’re feeling and make space for his comforts instead.

Still, uncertainty lingers in your chest at the prospect of meeting all of their other friends. Remus must sense it because his hands come up to cup your face gently and you lean into his touch

“My quiet girl,” Remus murmurs, and there’s so much tenderness in his voice that you think you might die from it. “You’re just a little shy is all. It’s not a flaw.”

You soften some more at his words and Remus squeezes your hand. “If it gets too much at any point, you just let me know and I’ll make up an excuse to leave.”

“Okay,” you murmur. “I will.”

But you think to yourself that you won’t be doing anything of the sort. Remus has been talking about this get together that Sirius organised for weeks, and it's been ages since he's seen some of the people invited. The last thing you want to do is take him away from them.

You walk to the door behind Remus, happy to let his body shield yours as you enter. His hand gives yours two short squeezes.

I’m with you. It’s unspoken, but it’s there.

James and Lily open the door before Remus can knock. James is grinning from ear to ear, all teeth, a lazy arm slung over his girlfriends shoulder.

“Moony!” He pulls Remus in for a crushing hug. “We thought you’d never show up!” His attention shifts to you as he peers over Remus’s shoulder. “And you brought Y/N! Even better!”

Remus smiles at his friend and you find yourself smiling too. James’s enthusiasm is infectious.

Lily moves forward to hug you. You've only met her a couple of times, but she's always been sweet and friendly. You hug her back.

"Thank god you're here," she whispers, conspirational. "The boys have been doing my head in."

James gasps, appalled. Lily just smacks his arm.

You're about to reply to her, when, a loud squeal reaches the four of you.

“Remmy! It’s been ages!”

You look up to see a girl you don’t know making a beeline towards Remus. When she reaches him, she practically drapes herself over his shoulder. Remus, polite as ever, gives her a short hug before untangling himself and pulling his arm back to his side.

“Hey Maisy. It’s nice to see you.” He places an easy hand on the small of your back, nudging you forward ever so slightly but still giving you ample time to stop him if you don’t want to go. “This is Y/N. She’s my girl.”

My girl. My girl. My girl. You go warm at the sound of the petname, something giddy and sweet blooming in your chest at the way he’s presented you. You offer Maisy a small wave, feeling braver than usual. “It’s nice to meet you.”

For a split second, Maisy looks as if she’s swallowed something sour as she looks at you, but the expression is gone in an instant and replaced by a sweet smile, doe eyes. You wonder if you’ve imagined it.

“Sure, nice to meet you,” she’s speaking to you, but her attention is trained on Remus. Before you can do or say anything else, Maisy reaches between the two of you once more and grabs hold of Remus again, trying to pull him further into the house.

"C'mon, Remmy. We've got to catch up! I haven't seen you in ages! Dorcas and Marlene will be so happy to see you again!"

Before Remus can ask you if you'd like to come too, you shuffle next to Lily and smile up at him. You don't want to take him away from his friends, and you know that if your expression starts to give away how anxious you feel, Remus will spend the whole night by your side. You don't want his friends to think you're clingy.

"Go, Rem. I'm with Lily."

Lily loops her arm through yours and nods fiercely. "I'll take good care of her."

Remus catches your gaze one more time before Maisy drags him off, a question in his eyes.

Are you sure?

You give him a resolute nod.

"I'll see you in a bit."

Then, he's being whisked away, and Lily is pulling you in the opposite direction towards the kitchen.

You find Remus in the living room a while later. The party has died down and by now, it's only James, Lily, Sirius, and Maisy left. Remus is sitting next to Sirius murmuring something quiet to the other boy who laughs out loud. Your heart warms when you realise he's left a space for you on his right hand side.

You sit down, leaning against him ever so slightly - a moth to the loveliest flame of all. Remus turns to face you.

"Hey, sweetheart." His hand comes around your shoulder as he speaks like it's muscle memory. "It's not too loud, is it? I know this lot can be rowdy sometimes."

"No not at all," you reply honestly. "I'm having a really good time. Lily is so so nice."

Remus looks over to where the girl in question seems to be teasing Sirius about something. There's nothing but affection in your boyfriend' gaze as he looks at them.

"She really is."

"Are you having a good time. Rem?"

Remus response is earnest, "I hadn't seen some of these people since we left school. It's been real nice to catch up."

James walks in then, phone in one hand, notepad in the other. “I’m ordering pizza," he declares. "Who wants what?"

He looks at you you first because you're the closest. "Y/N? What do you feel like having?"

You're not prepared for the anxiousness that blooms in your chest at being put on the spot. Beside you, Remus lets his hand brush absentminded patterns on your arm. It's grounding. His tiny way of trying to reassuring you - he knows you struggle sometimes with unexpected choices, especially under pressure. You love him more than ever in that moment.

“Can I- please may I have a moment longer?" You manage, words coming out in a tangle. "If that’s okay. I’m really- I’m sorry I just haven’t decided yet-”

You’re rambling, you realise, but Remus bumps his knee against yours and the world shifts back on its axis again.

“Sure,” James smiles easily. “I can come back to you.”

You breathe in a sigh of relief - centered by by the feeling of Remus’s gentle hand against your skin.

“Everything okay, dove? We can share a pizza if you'd like.”

He says it quietly whilst Lily and Sirius tell James their orders, but you catch it regardless, shooting him a nerve-wracked smile back. Before you can respond and tell him that you'd like that a lot, another voice grabs your attention.

Opposite you, Maisy has finished telling James what she wants. You think she rolls her eyes when she catches you looking up at her.

You try to give her the benefit of the doubt - she and Remus are friends after all - but when she yawns and loudly proclaims how hungry she is, you can't help but feel like it's aimed at you, or more explicitly, how long you're taking to choose something.

James, bless his heart, waves her off, “I’ll place the order in a second. Y/N, have you decided what you’d like yet?”

“No- I’m sorry-... I don’t mean to hold everyone up- I’m really sorry-” Your palms start getting sweaty with panic as you feel eyes on you. The urge to get yourself out of the situation as soon as possible growing stronger by the second. Remus saves you.

"Y/n and I will share a margherita."

And it’s as easy and simple as that. You don’t envy Remus, but you do sometimes find yourself wishing you could replicate a fraction of the quiet confidence he carries himself with.

James nods and finishes writing it all up. Maisy seizes the moment of quiet.

“Ugh, finally. Remmy, you didn’t say your girlfriend was so quiet.” She smiles at you, but there's not a shred of warmth behind it. “She's like a little mouse.”

Silence. Your heart thunders against your rib cage and you find yourself wishing for the sofa to swallow you up. Out of the corner of your eye you see Lily open her mouth to say something, and even Sirius sits up from his slouch, indignance splayed over his face. Before either of them can step in, your boyfriend speaks.

“Maisy, stop.”

Remus’s voice harbours a sharpness that you don’t often hear.

“What?” Maisy looks around, confused. “I’m just saying what everyone’s thinking. She’s not exactly the chattiest. Poor thing can’t hold a conversation to save her life, and we’ve been trying to order pizza for ages now-”

“You’re being rude.”

Your stomach churns at Remus’s appalled tone and you reach out blindly, searching for his hand. Remus takes it, but his eyes don’t move from Maisy who is, for once, speechless.

His tone softens a little when you squeeze his fingers. You’re not good around tension.

“You’ve barely even spared her a glance since we got here.”

Maisy looks has the nerve to look indignant as she flattens her skirt out primly. When she realises that no one is going to back her up, she grabs her things and makes her way out in a huff, muttering a quick whatever. Lily glares daggers at the back of her head, but Remus barely pays Maisy any heed, his eyes on you instead. Noticing how tense you've become, Sirius, James, and Lily are kind enough to talk amongst themselves.

“I’m sorry, dove,” Remus shakes his head. “I thought she might have gotten better after all these years. She shouldn’t have spoken about you like that, you know that right?”

In all truth, you’re not sure how to feel. You're overwhelmed, definitely. Feeling slightly to blame for what's just transpired. It’s nice to be defended, but part of you hates that it had to happen in the first place. You probably would have let Maisy keep walking all over you if Remus hadn’t stepped in.

“Hey,” he nudges your chin up from where it’s dropped against your chest. “Eyes up here, honey. “

You force yourself to look up and see nothing but patience and concern in his gaze.

When you press your hands hard against your warming cheeks, his eyes soften even more and he reaches out to clasp your fingers in his.

“What if she was right, Rem?” you whisper, wide eyes darting to where his friends are still chattering to each other and then back to your boyfriend. “I was holding everyone up.”

Remus is shaking his head before you can apologise again.

“No, sweetheart. She was out of order. I should have said something sooner. I’m sorry I didn’t. I'm sorry I let her drag me away earlier."

You want to tell him that you don't hold any of it against him. That you wanted him to have fun and see his friends.

Remus doesn't seem to mind at all when you don't. You'll have chance to talk about it more later, when it's just the two of you and you're less overwhelmed.

For now, he simply tucks you under a protective arm. The rest of the night goes on without a hitch.

#guys i know this isn’t a mauraders blog but #buckle up ❤️#fic recs

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hii! i j read “as long as ur with me” & i love ur writing :3 could i request a very cheesy fic in which reader’s alrdy confessed to bucky & bucky’s rejected them ? ( maybe bc he’s unsure abt his feelings ? ) tony holds a party later & bucky gets jealous ( ooo ~~ ) of the reader after he sees them talking & being close to sam, ( meanwhile the reader’s only talking to sam for help abt bucky ? ) basically mutual pining but reader & bucky just need a push in the right direction ?? thank u either way & i hope u have a nice day ♡Ꮺ៸៸

thank you so much for your kind words :) so sorry for the delay, writer's block hit me like a truck last month so i'm trying to slowly get back into it (this is really lengthy and i don’t like it very much eek) anyways thank you for requesting ♡

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pairing: bucky barnes x reader cw: mentions of alcohol, cursing, knives wc: 1.5k

tony was having yet another party. you swore he never even slept, just drank the night away with whoever was willing to with him. tonight, however, you didn’t have time to lecture him about his coping mechanisms. you had more pressing problems.

exactly a week before, bucky had invited you to spar. you'd jumped at the chance to have such experienced competition, and, if you were being honest, your heart raced when he pinned you. or talked to you, or even just looked at you, anything really. but everyone thought that way. right? right.

he’d let you choose one of his blades to work with, stating that he wanted you to be more familiar with knives. they were much easier to come by than guns, he’d noted.

"move your hand here instead of there... there you go."

"watch your six, good."

and soon enough the critiques turned to compliments, and it was much more of a fair fight. for almost an hour you were evenly matched, each dodging nearly all of the others’ blows.

as time dragged on, bucky started to get distracted. his eyes had flickered away for only a split second, but it was all you needed. you pushed him up against the wall, holding your knife to his throat. your breaths came quick and hard, and you'd stared up at his smirk, just inches from your face.

"careful there," he'd breathed. "you want to stab your opponent, not kiss them."

and with a rush of confidence, you'd cocked your head.

"would it be so bad?"

recognition dawned in his eyes, and that was the last thing you saw before a flash of metal overtook your vision. his knuckles had struck your ribs hard, and you went flying. he’d stalked out of the room and left you sprawled on the floor, gasping for breath.

ever since then, you’d been stuck in a whirlpool of emotions, keeping yourself confined to your room whenever you could. your ribs were bruised along with your ego, and altogether you just felt terrible. what were you thinking? what posessed you to leave a thought you would've been embarassed to even think, just floating in the air like that? and now tony was hosting this party, and the last thing you wanted to do was go.

well, maybe you'd get something to drink.

the room was flooded with people, packed to the brim with journalists, celebrities, and some uninvited partiers that had found their way in. trying to avoid conversation, you found yourself, drink in hand, tucked away in the corner of the room with sam.

“i feel so stupid, sam.”

“dude, i’m sure it’s not that serious. he probably just freaked out a little. and besides, i mean, look at you!” he motioned towards your dress, giving his hands a shake to emphasize how it flattered your figure.

“listen, though,” he continued. “just give him some time. he’s one to avoid any and all confrontation, but he’ll come around. with some nagging, maybe.”

you laughed. “thank you. i’m sorry for bothering you about this, i know it’s not super important.”

“it’s super important to you,” he pointed out, stuffing an hor d'oeuvre in his mouth. “‘s ‘mportant t’me by default.”

“ew, sam.”

bucky, in the meantime, was livid.

he’d come down just to grab a drink, or five, because the serum made it particularly tough for him to be inebriated. in the two minutes he was downstairs, of course he’d caught a glimpse of you, the very person he was trying to avoid. and you looked beautiful.

the party spilled out of open doors, people clambering in for a glance at tony. many shoved past him at an attempt to get closer to the middle of the room. it was a security nightmare, and also, he couldn’t hear anything.

he saw sam leaning in, whispering something to you, gesturing to your body? and you were laughing? as if his week hadn’t been bad enough, you’d moved right on from him. he wasn’t mad at you, he could never be. but sam?

“i need some air,” he grumbled to no one in particular. he pushed past waves of partygoers, keeping his head down, and slipped away through the first door he found.

across the room, you felt your heart sink to your stomach. you’d only seen bucky for a moment, and despite your determination to be happy, the look of revulsion on his face made you want to crumble.

“sam, i- i need some air.”

he nodded, brushing crumbs off of his chin and waving as you ducked through the crowd, dodging drinks and people alike. your ears rang, and even the silence of the elevator was deafening when the doors slid shut.

you tumbled out of the elevator as soon as the doors slid open, steadying yourself on a nearby doorknob. the wind whipped around your body, sending goosebumps down your arms and stinging your eyes. it was far too cold to be out on the roof, but where else was there to be?

you crept closer to the edge, perching on the roof so that you could see the city moving below you. cars and trucks whizzed by, oblivious to your existence. you found the bright colors of the stoplights blurring in your vision.

you were quickly learning that your emotions would always get the better of you. no matter how determined you were, they always took control.

the maintenance door behind you creaked open, and you whirled around to see who had found you. the glint of metal under the spotlights told you all you needed to know, and you quickly turned away.

“are you… crying?”

“no,” you sniffed, swiping fruitlessly at your tears.

"okay."

bucky lowered himself down next to you, stretching his legs to let them dangle off of the roof. he left a good space between the two of you, and you couldn't even bring yourself to hope he'd close the gap.

there was silence for a few moments, where neither of you dared to even breathe, much less look at each other.

"i was wrong," he whispered.

"what?"

“i said, i was wrong."

it was louder this time, but left you just as confused. was it guilt or pity that compelled him to make such a statement? either way, you shook your head. he couldn't be left thinking that way for simply feeling what he felt.

"no, you're not wrong. i was way too forward, and i made you uncomfortable. maybe you didn't have to lay me out like that, but that was a justified response. it's perfectly fine that you don't want me."

"but i do want you."

a puff of air escaped his lips with the words, visible in the frigid night. it dissipated as you turned the words over in your mind. you toyed with your fingers, afraid you'd misheard him. afraid you'd dreamed up the whole thing.

"i do want you. i've wanted you since i met you, the way you throw your head back when you laugh, the way you smile at me when you think i'm not looking, the way you hum along to every song, all of it. i just..."

he took a deep breath, and you could've sworn his hands had a little shake to them.

"it's... crazy. like shit, doll, i've hardly even talked to a girl in seventy years, and there you were lookin' beautiful, and talkin' about kissing me, and i just... didn't know what to do."

you nodded, gathering enough courage to peek up at him. he was watching you wistfully, emotion you'd never seen in him before displayed plainly on his face.

he looked away, though, shaking his head. "i'm sorry, i shouldn't have said anything. especially since you have that thing going on with sam now."

you wrinkled your nose. “what thing?”

“i, uh,” he started, clearing his throat, “i saw you guys talking. you looked happy.”

you giggled, smiling for what felt like the first time in forever. "about you, buck. i was worried about you. did you think i was making a move on sam?"

"maybe," he said sheepishly.

“he was helping me, or trying to, because i really messed up. i really do like you, james.”

his face softened at that, eyes widening at your confession. "in that case, i want- if you want to, i mean, i don't want to force anything-"

you reached over and took his hand, relishing the feeling of it slotting perfectly into your grip. "i want to."

"well, c'mere then."

he tucked an arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him, smiling down at you.

“can i kiss you now?” you breathed.

he answered by pressing his lips to yours, and it felt as though you melted into him for a moment. the colors dancing across your eyes were no longer from the traffic lights, but the dizzying happiness fizzing in your body, like the bubbles in a champagne glass.

he pulled away for a moment, and your heart pounded, afraid you’d messed something else up. but he only smiled at you.

“that felt really good.”

and before you could say “yes, it did,” his hands were cupping your face and he was pressing another gentle kiss to your longing lips.

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ko-fi ♡

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes blurb #blurb #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes fanfic #winter soldier #avenger reader #marvel #mai writes

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