#artist!bucky barnes x siren!reader

[flordeamatista]

𝗙𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝗠𝗲

pairing: artist!bucky barnes x mermaid!reader

concept: With each wave, the ocean speaks of truth, and the flame of his passion is you.

word count: 1.5k

warnings: fluff, tiny angst, poetic kissing, ocean kisses, reader siren abilities,  manipulation, twisted love, desire, lust,

a/n: thank you to @aquariusbarnes for giving me the idea of artist!bucky and mermaid!reader

lovely beta: @writing-for-marvel and @lunarbuck thanks for always hearing my rants about this daydreams

gif and moodboard made by me

line divider @s-tarksintern

Masterlist

In the air, on his land, and in your sea, the magic of our love fills the world.

The sun is brilliant in the sky as the boat sails across the ocean waves. It glistens off the water's surface as it transports seawater waves and salty air scented with seaweed to his senses. There is a feeling of calm in the air, and the sound of the waves washing against the boat notifies him of your coming.

A lovely breeze echoes your name over the waves.

The horizon is an endless line of blue, and the ocean's enormity is humbling.

In a few seconds, a seagull is soaring over the expanse of still water. Its wings spread wide, catching the thermals from the sun-heated sand, lifting it higher and higher into the sky. The setting sun lights up the feathers, giving the bird a golden glow.

There is a sudden rippling of thicker and thicker waves across the mirror of blue water. The seagull notices the change and quickly flies away, leaving the ocean to its own fate. The vast expanse of blue filled with foam attracts him despite this, since he sees a beauty in it.

An emerald tail emerges from the depths. As you float along, colorful fish swim around your arms. Reaching out to touch them sends the fish swimming away. Your skin feels warm, and you can hear the sound of the water as it ripples around you with each breath you take.

Mermaid goddess, you rule the seas and even dwell among the living, but you have no idea that his heart swims in rhythm with yours. Though you have no knowledge of it, you hold a power over the sea, and his heart beats in time with the motion of the waves.

Your gaze turns to the artist of the land, the one who captures every emotion of your heart.

In his arms, you find comfort in the world of possibilities he paints for you. There is a sense of peace in his love, as it provides a shelter from the tumultuous waves of life. His works of art are your solace, and you can feel your spirit illuminated with each stroke of his brush.

Your mermaid tail floats from the surface as the sun shines through your gills and your colors reflect in the light.

Painting your grace and elegance is one of his favorite things to do. Your beauty inspires Bucky, and he constantly feels motivated to capture it. He wants to share the beauty he feels in you with the world.

An everlasting masterpiece is what he aspires to create.

Whenever he paints you, it is like he is writing you a love letter. With every stroke he puts on the canvas, he expresses his love for you, and Bucky becomes enchanted with the work.

A stroke tells a story about a man's innermost desires, and you are a window into his soul and a key to his art.

It's as if the sunset speaks of love.

The ocean is infinite blue, and you are the prettiest color he's ever seen.

An emerald green spray of light reflects off the sea under the fierce rays of the sun. Stunning colors and textures are created by the sun's heat and light dancing over the sea surface.

The salty breeze fills the air, and the sound of waves crashing against the shore fills the senses. At that moment, it is as if everything in the world is still, and the only thing that matters is the sea's beauty.

You.

With each wave, the ocean speaks of truth, and the flame of his passion is you.

With the right lines and colors, he depicts it on his canvas.

Bucky is amazed by its beauty, the way light and shadows blend. He realizes that beauty is in nature and in his own heart. As he paints with each brushstroke, he lets his passion shine through, creating art that speaks to his soul.

The moment he shows you his completed work, he is pulled into the water swimming next to you. Your hands find his lower back, and you hold him tightly so he can float. The sun reflects off his wet white shirt, and you catch a glimpse of his chest as he gracefully swims through the water.

You cling to him and twist his shirt, trying to keep him afloat since you can feel him sinking.

You can feel the warmth of his skin against your fingertips as his arms circle your lower back and almost touch your waist, pushing your lower bodies together. The heat flowing through you makes your senses flash in heat, and you crave more.

When he kisses you, he nips on your lips, intensifying the kiss as his hands roam around your upper body, branding your skin with his touch. This touch is one you want marking you today, every day, and until the end of time.

He breaks the kiss slowly, still holding you close to him, burying his head in your shoulder.

As he whispers the ocean melody, he recalls the beauty of seeing you surface in the waves. Kissing your face, he explains to you how he plans to paint what he is kissing and how he wants to showcase every inch of your body.

Bucky pulls back and looks into your eyes, wanting to make this memory last forever.

In an attempt to seize his lips again, you pull him forward and bring him back to your lips. With a firm grip, you tug him close to you as your hands run through his soft hair. This elicits a deep chuckle in his throat.

The two of you remain intertwined as you run your fingers through his hair, down his neck, letting your hand trail into his neck before coming to his front. You tease down his chest, undoing his buttons when you reach them and allowing the waves to assist you in doing so.

His soul is moved by the sea's voice that calls out to him.

You have been planning this from the moment you laid eyes on him. Taking him to your world that will be his new world.

He has no choice but to follow you, his heart pounding as he realizes he's been possessed. His delight at the splendor of the underwater kingdom overcomes his trepidation as he dives deeper into the ocean.

Bucky follows you forward with you into the ocean depths, enchanted by your beauty.

In the dark depths of the ocean, you are the only source of light.

It is as if your eyes penetrate his very soul. You watch him let himself go as he does with his paintbrush when you watched him paint you for weeks. It is as if his growing fear is washed away by your touch and singing. "This land cannot be captured in a painting anymore, Bucky, as you have the ability to become one of the greatest treasures in the world now. My treasure only.”

Bucky kicks a little, his hand fighting against every motion of the water. Your gentle voice holds him as you whisper, "Let go,."

The closer he gets, the stronger your pull is. Your song is mournful, and your eyes seem filled with tears. You sing of how lonely you are, how you need someone to fill the longing within your heart. He wants to be that someone.

It is as if his growing fear is washed away by your touch and singing.

Your song tells him not to be afraid, for it is his destiny to be with you. You are unable to live without him, and only he can free you. You wrap your arms around his neck and bring your lips to meet his. He wraps his arms around you and holds you close as you kiss him like he was the air you need to breathe.

As you kiss him underwater, you drag him deeper into the ocean. As long as you hold him, he doesn’t care.

Darkness envelops you both deeper and deeper.

Upon reaching the bottom, you smile at him and let go of his mouth.

With your lust and love, he drowns.

[rookthorne]

The 12 days of Christmas have never looked so good, and I am here to spoil us with the best miniature advent calendar in the form of my Bucky's!

𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑼𝑵𝑰𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑬𝑺

― BUCKY BARNES ―

֎ Biker!Bucky Barnes — Brotherhood & Bullets ֎ Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes + Bodyguard!Winter Soldier — Staya Volkov ֎ Farmer!Bucky Barnes — Peaches 'n Cream Ranch ֎ Incubus!Bucky Barnes — Depths of Pleasure ֎ Lumberjack!Bucky Barnes — Sturdy Roots, Strong Hearts ֎ Mafia!Bucky Barnes — His Empire, Her Rules ֎ Artist!Bucky Barnes — The Queen's Masterpiece ֎ Mechanic!Bucky Barnes — His Girls ֎ Nurse!Bucky Barnes — A Hero ֎ Alpha!Mafia!Bucky Barnes — Ruling Instinct ֎ Paramedic!Bucky Barnes — Lights, Sirens and Sincerity ֎ Personal Trainer!Bucky Barnes — Progress, Not Perfection ֎ Pornstar!Bucky Barnes — Purity ֎ Scare Actor!Bucky Barnes — The Hunt ֎ Viking!Bucky Barnes — The Skógr

― STUCKY ―

֎ Firemen!Stucky — Built Differently ֎ Tattoo Artist!Stucky — Garden of Ink

𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑭𝑰𝑪 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑻

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𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑵𝑶𝑻𝑬𝑺

I would like to extend a massive thank you to @smutconnoisseur for helping me come up with prompts for this, and to @sebstanwhore for brainstorming for hours and hours with me!

𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── 𝐊𝐄𝐘 ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

— 𝐀  = angst — 𝐖  = whump — 𝐈 = sick fic — 𝐃  = dark — 𝐃² = dead dove — 𝐏 = poly — 𝐊 = kid fic — 𝐅  = fluff — 𝐒  = smut

🌟 𝐓𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐬

─── Bodyguard!Bucky x F!Reader x Bodyguard!Winter Soldier ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

A trip downtown and into a haven for Christmas was meant to be a fun, uneventful day out — a chance to refresh your decorations and introduce James to the festive spirit. A low key and calm trip into the chaos. Only, Bucky had other ideas, and there was nothing that would get in the way of his dastardly deed.

🎄 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐅𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬

─── Tattoo Artist!Stucky x Florist!F!Reader ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

The reveal of Bucky and Steve’s plans for the day took you by surprise, but you would only let shock and awe hold you for so long in its clutches. A job needed doing, and for damn sure were you going to do it with a flourish.

✨ 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐅𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬

─── Incubus!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

There weren’t many things that could surprise your Incubus — aeons old, with the wit and wisdom to match, but when it came to Christmas, it turned out the sex demon himself was a virgin in celebrating the festive season, before you.

🎁 𝐀 𝐏𝐚𝐰 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐥

─── Lumberjack!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

A girl’s day out with Koda takes a surprising turn, and you were left with more questions than answers with Bucky’s strange, mysterious behaviour.

🎀 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬

─── Mechanic!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

To turn the Grinches into Reindeer, you needed to work hard to win them all over — some were easier than others, but with your own Santa on your side, it made it all the easier.

🧸 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐬

─── Nurse!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Christmas shopping was a dangerous mistake, Bucky realised, and all he could do was hope that in the end, he could rein you in, and you wouldn’t go home with the whole entire store. 

— 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐔𝐩

✨ 𝐃𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞

─── Farmer!Husband!Bucky x Wife!F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

You knew very well that your husband was up to something ever since he woke up before the crack of dawn to sneak out of the bedroom, but he wasn’t alone — there were two trouble makers in on the mischief.

🎅🏻 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐚

─── Firemen!Stucky x F!Reader ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

A day at the station reveals more truth than you could have ever imagined — not in the presence of your boys and little ones, or how they were so gentle with the young ones in their joy for festivities.

🦌 𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬

─── Lumberjack!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

You were expecting it to be an ordinary day; prepare for the festivities with Koda and Sarge by your side, begging for treats and whatever else they set their eyes on. But what you did not expect, was to do so, with two reindeers in tow.

🌟 𝐃𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

─── Mafia!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Opulence was so readily and freely available to you in your lifestyle, and you had your love to thank for that. Of course, that meant you were going to find him the most dashing present, and spend a fortune on it, whether he liked the pop of colour, or not.

🎀 𝐎𝐡, 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥

─── Alpha!Mafia!Bucky x Omega!F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

The love that Bucky and you shared was unparalleled, unlike anything you had ever felt before. It was a joy to witness and be a part of the tender side of the otherwise ruthless and effective Mafia King. And on that day, it was no different — playing your cherished role had never been so fulfilling.

🎁 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐫

─── Pornstar!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Christmas was a time for gifts and giving; of sharing with those you loved with all of your heart. Bucky was one of the lucky ones, and you had the most perfect gift for him.

🕯 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐲 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚

─── Scare Actor!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

The festive additions to Bucky’s Soldat costume had been a genius idea, you only had to work out the best way to bribe your boyfriend to go along with it, first. 

— 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐔𝐩

🌟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞

─── Biker!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Miracles and surprises were never in short supply around Christmas, you had learned that during the last Christmas you spent with Bucky and the club; your own family. But, what if something came along, uprooting your certainty, and presenting all of the questions you were beyond nervous to find the answers for? You knew one thing was for certain, though. Your heart, while full of love and adoration for the man you called your own, maybe, just maybe, had room for another special someone. 

🍪 𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐲 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐧

─── Farmer!Husband!Bucky x Wife!F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Bucky knew well enough that your venture to the Christmas market would not leave him unscathed, but still, as your loving husband, he trailed behind you loyally and almost complaint free — until you sprang a surprise on him.

🕯 𝐓𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞

─── Tattoo Artist!Stucky x Florist!F!Reader ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

There was never, ever a dull moment when it came to the pair of troublemakers you had involved yourself with, and your Christmas market stall was not immune, either.

🎁 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐆𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠

─── Artist!Bucky x Mafia!F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

To test the patience of a lioness; a predator that watched over a pup, it was to toy with danger. You would flash your teeth in warning, but the real threat lurked in the shadows behind you, and there was no way he would let harm befall all that you held dear.

— 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐔𝐩

🌟 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

─── Bodyguard!Bucky x F!Reader x Bodyguard!Winter Soldier ── 𝐀 + 𝐏 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Decorating the tree was a tradition you were determined to bring into their home, and you were just as stubborn as they were to make it stick. But when night fell, that all washed away, leaving room for the love that one of them needed to make it through the silent night.

🎀 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐲

─── Tattoo Artist!Stucky x Florist!F!Reader ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

The holiday season was in full swing, and you were keen to make a head start for the coming days — each bouquet wouldn’t make itself, nor would the orders be filled if you stayed where it was warm and cosy.  What you didn’t expect in your shop before the crack of dawn, however, was two men intent on sprucing up the space.

🕯 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐥, 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥

─── Incubus!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

It was not the first time you had made a deal with a devil, but at least, on this occasion, you could watch the way his eyes darkened, or how his tail swished in the air; perfectly in beat with the hammering of your heart. The night only just started, but you were determined to get all you could from this unorthodox agreement.

✨ 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝

─── Lumberjack!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Christmas in the snow was something you adored about the festive season, and spending it with the ones you loved, both human and animal, would make it all the better. But Bucky had a surprise up his sleeve for you; the cards of his mischievous ways held close to his chest until the moment was right.

❤️ 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬

─── Mechanic!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

The distractions of festivities irked Bucky like no other, especially when you were standing there as though you weren’t the woman of his dreams, innocently decorating the living room and the Christmas tree within it.  You weren’t to know just how far he would push and prod, not until it was too late.

🎅🏻 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐞𝐬

─── Nurse!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Organically, a hospital was a place where gloom spread faster than a wildfire — it was hard to picture the environment as joyful and festive.  Until you appeared, Christmas tree and ornaments in hand, and with the determination of a stubborn reindeer for the task you set yourself: decorate the hell out of the place, and bring some cheer to those who needed it the most.

🎄 𝐏𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

─── Alpha!Mafia!Bucky x Omega!F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

A new tradition you introduced to Bucky took a turn you should have, at the very least, expected, but it did not mean you wouldn’t milk it for all of its worth.

🧸 𝐀 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐨'𝐬 𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡

─── Paramedic!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Your surprise arrival at the station brightens more than Bucky’s day, and you couldn’t be happier to witness the joy in all of their faces when you revealed that you came bearing gifts.

💛 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞

─── Pornstar!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Bucky was a sweet talker; able to get every last thing he wanted if he just used the right words or tone with anyone. It was part of his charm. Though you thoroughly enjoyed it, he tended to weaponize it against you at the least convenient times; up a ladder and decorating the tree one of them.

— 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐔𝐩

🦌 𝐃𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝

─── Lumberjack!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

A few visitors to the cabin take both Bucky and you by surprise, and the sweet, kind creatures were as curious about you as you were of them.

🧸 𝐏𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

─── Nurse!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Sometimes even the hardest, most independent workers needed someone to lean on — whether they be of flesh and blood, or wool and stuffing.

✨ 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐆𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧

─── Paramedic!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

The festivities of Christmas were often overlooked by Bucky in his job in favour of rushing off to save a life, but not this year — this year, you were there to bring joy to him, and to all of his team.

❤️ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧

─── Personal Trainer!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐀 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

With little else to do during the busy festive period, you made your way to Howlie’s Gym, the place you made a home away from home and where you know your best friend made your haven safe.  What you did not expect to find, however, was him in the office with the brightest smile on his face — as though you hung the moon that shone down over the two of you.

💚 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐫

─── Viking!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Thieves came in many different forms — from Loki to a simple villager, or to a horse with the mind of a trickster and a heart of gold.

— 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐔𝐩

🌟 𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫

─── Biker!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

As the President of his club, Bucky always made sure that he made it home, whether it be for his brother’s, or to just keep his legacy alive one more day.  But it was not just that anymore, not after he had you as his guiding light — a beacon so bright that he knew he’d be a fool to act reckless, when he knew you were waiting for him back home. 

🎀 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐢𝐞𝐝

─── Mechanic!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Surprises were not an unexpected occurrence when you come to think of it, not when you had Bucky Barnes as your boyfriend, though you had to give him credit where credit was due — he was a crafty, cunning man when it counted.

— 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐔𝐩

❤️ 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬

─── Biker!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐀 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Bucky was adept at making the best of a situation; a rain of bullets or his pain, it did not matter. A comedic, blasé brush off of whatever was wrong, and he was on his way.  Though, that trick didn’t work on you. And you always saw straight through it.

🕯 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫; 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

─── Paramedic!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐀 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Battles were fought and won, ruthlessly bloody and heartbreakingly sorrowful, for all. Especially your own warrior, who put his all into the work needed on the front lines, and sometimes, he needed protection of his own.

🎅🏻 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧

─── Scare Actor!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Bucky had more than one way to scare the living daylights out of you — it wasn’t just in his job description; it was in his nature.

🎄 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐟𝐮𝐥

─── Tattoo Artist!Stucky x Florist!F!Reader ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

There was never a boring moment during the festive season with your two loves, and it was no different during one of their many visits to your shop. Only, this time, Bucky had a trick up his sleeve.

— 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐔𝐩

✨ 𝐀 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐞

─── Biker!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

A battle raged and weapons clashed on that festive day, and only one of the two warriors would make it out alive.  You were determined to make your opponent fall to his knees and beg for mercy — only then would you celebrate the victory. But first? Wade through the plight of the treacherous terrain and land that one hit. 

— 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐔𝐩

❤️ 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞, 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞

─── Firemen!Stucky x F!Reader ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

You knew with absolute certainty that you meant a lot to both Bucky and Steve — to them as themselves, and to their marriage, but you did not truly understand the depth of their devotion to you, not until a frosty, chilled morning where they revealed just how much they truly adored you.

🌟 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

─── Tattoo Artist!Stucky x Florist!F!Reader ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

A long day led to a long week, snowballing into a long, long festive season. The boys — your knights in shining armour, residing in their castle of artistry — they knew long before you yourself did, and they had an idea of how to turn it around, to bring a smile to your lips and to restore your vitality.

— 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐔𝐩

[midtwentiescrisis]

Fave Bucky Barnes One-Shots & Two-Shots

here are my favorite oneshots and twoshots that I reread time and time again. I truly don't know what I would do without the amazing writers that exist on this platform. thank you to all the writers out there that takes the time to write such master pieces that allow us to escape reality one fic at a time.

**some of these writings contain mature content, so please read the content warnings for each fic!

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@wkemeup

Graveyard // Sacrifice Feel Again (doctor!bucky) Back to Bourbon Street

@pellucid-constellations

Flashing Lights // Convalescence (paramedic!bucky) Haze

@softlyspector

One in a Trillion (soon-to-be dad!bucky) Soft (tattoo artist!bucky) Home // Better

@loving-bucky-is-easier

Deadweight // Deliverance In the Right Hands

@wicked-mind

The Ghost of You Find Me

@invisibleanonymousmonsters

Gentle Beauty of Bucharest

Unsettling Relaxation by @piecesofem (mafia!bucky)

Our Family by @imaginativeavengers (dad!bucky)

Respect is Earned by @duuhrayliegh

Waiting Game by @buckychrist (biker!bucky)

A Matter of Time Part 1 // Part 2 by @hanoella (healer!reader)

Need More of That Blue in My Life by @foreverindreamlandd

I Am Your Fall by @sinner-as-saint (mob!bucky)

Siren // Burn by @boxofbonesfic

Precious Cargo by @chokemewanda (pregnant!reader)

@myfictionaldreams

One More Meeting (stucky x reader) Don't Fall Asleep (stucky x reader)

@itsapeterthing

Disconnected Who is She // The Long Run

@bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

You’re Here Now Under the Influence

@jadedvibes

Yours Hearsay

@absolutelyfizzing

He Can't Hurt You Anymore Don't Move

Falling for the Flames by @kiritella (firefighter!bucky)

Never Giving Up by @itsthewritergal (mob!bucky)

Signature Needed by @purple-babygirl (daddy!bucky)

In the Blink of an Eye by @stardustdreams-andcaffeine (mafia!bucky)

Anyone But You by @nev3rfound (mafia! bucky)

The Markmans by @ohtobeleah

Capture My Heart by @buckyalpine

Bad Blood by @samthemarvelfan

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to be continued…

updated july 2023

[Fave Bucky Series]

[missacidburn928s-heathenhideaway]

I really do, believe in you...

Wordcount: 2,860

Thor x POC Singer!Reader “Honey” x Bucky. Thor x POC Singer!Reader “Honey” x Bucky x Steve.

Summary:

Let’s see if you believe in me. The Avengers Holiday party. You are both a guest and part of the musical entertainment. Will you end up on the naughty or nice list?

Warnings:

Smut, Teasing, Dom Steve Rogers, Christmas Party, Office Sex, Polyamory, Steve Rogers is a Tease, Possessive Behavior, Not Sharon Carter Friendly, Domestic Avengers, Petty Reader, Dancing and Singing, Protective Bucky Barnes, Thor is just enjoying his mead

Notes:

Just a fun little snapshot for the holiday season! This one is very Steve heavy, but that's just where these characters took me. Have no fear though, the next full installment is VERY Thor-centric and Bucky will have his own installment to shine as well. Happy Reading Heathens! *I will have a set list of the songs used at the end. As well as links to the songs throughout the story. Please give these artists a listen!

Banner by @cafekitsune Divider by @firefly-graphics

You spot them as they enter the main ballroom. Your three strapping men, color coordinated and cutting intimidating frames in their suit choices. Thank the goddess you had a good hold on the mic as you waited for your cue to join Sy in singing White Christmas, or you might have literally swooned in front of this mass of party goers.

You start your verse as you watch them make their way over to the bar where the team, plus one Sharon Carter, have gathered. Thankfully tonight’s event is Jane Foster free, so it should be a good night with you, Sy and the Chanti’s house band entertaining Tony’s rich friends and employees before enjoying some much needed time with your men.

You can't help but feel festive in your short red dress, studded red fishnets and nude pumps. You’ve kept your makeup simple with a nude lip and a smokey eye. Your hair down and in its natural state. Sy made a comment when picking you up that you looked like Santa’s little Siren. Seems appropriate if you do say so yourself.

Per usual you notice Sharon being a bit too chummy with your Captain. The woman just can’t help herself. You know all about the “kiss” when they were trying to save your beloved Bucky. But according to Steve the reason it never went further was because there was no spark when their lips touched. And he tried giving her a chance, chalking the lack of spark up to the stress of the situation, but she was way too into his status and power. So he ended things before it made it any further than a couple dates and a subpar makeout session.

What is it with these prude ass women that hang around these strong ass people? Sharon, like Jane, thinks your quad is ridiculous and you don't need that many men. Especially when you added Steve in.

“He should be upholding traditional values as he’s America's golden boy. Not flaunting such an alternative lifestyle. Hell if he was gay it would be easier than this bullshit. Why on Earth would you want to willingly share a woman with two other men. Not to mention one of those men is a God and the other a murderer.”

Let's not forget what she also stated in that little rant of hers, when she was unaware you could hear her perfectly clear from your spot in the common room. “I just don’t understand what he sees in her. Who stays in a band with someone they used to be fuck buddies with? It’s just tacky and sad. A man that powerful should be with someone who is only devoted to him and can boost his image, not damage it. ” 

I’ll show her tacky. Lord knows I'm certainly not above being petty. I’ve been behaving for far too long. Time to put these Siren skills to use. What good are they to have if you can’t fuck with uppity bitches using them.

You wrap the song with Sy and address the room. “Once again I’m Honey, he’s Sy and they are the Chanticleers house band. I hope you’ve enjoyed your evening so far. We plan on keeping things fun, flirty and just a tad bit naughty. Might even make ya feel some things tonight. Requests are accepted but are subject to refusal. For this next one I’m going to need a certain Widow and White Wolf to report to the dance floor to really get this crowd moving and grooving.”

They exchange a look with each other, shrug and make their way over to the now cleared dance floor. A tango melody begins, which sounds remarkably like Billie Eilish's Bad Guy . As your sultry voice fills the space, your eyes feast upon the natural elegance of Bucky leading Nat across the floor. It’s turning you on, if you’re being honest with yourself. Two people you know very intimately, pressed close together, seducing the crowd with their bodies, is panty dampening. If you were wearing any that is.

As Bucky dips Nat for the last time, he tosses you a wink as he swings her out and they both take a bow.

“Now that the temperature has certainly risen, let's get those hips moving. We are a big band after all, let’s give ya a taste of what we do three nights a week at Chanti’s.” Sy starts tickling the ivory, leading the band in a 1920s cover of Levitating. You shimmy and sway your hips to the beat as people fill the dance floor once again. 

The whole team is cutting a rug, trying to get tips from Bucky and Steve on how to dance best with a partner to this upbeat rhythm. It truly is such a sweet sight to see. Even Sharon, trying to use this to her advantage isn’t phasing you. He entertains her for a few measures as she tries desperately to keep up with his footwork. He eventually pawns her off on an agent nearby and makes his way to the side of the stage.

Just before the music break he sneaks up and grabs your hand, spinning you into him as you finish the chorus. A ‘woo’ escaping you as you collide with his chest. He leads you in a simple swing as the band plays on, placing you back in front of the mic with a kiss to the jaw and a squeeze of the hips just in time for you to get back to serenading the crowd. 

Smooth asshole. I’ll be getting you back for that one, Sir.

“Should we keep this high energy up?” The crowd responds with ‘yes’ accompanied by hoots and hollers. “Requests are open if anyone has a suggestion.”

From the middle of the dance floor you hear Sam shout “I2I. I’m trying to get my goof troop on.”

You can't help but crack up at his antics, trying to pull one over on you. “Fortunately for you Samuel, we are well versed in the magic that is Tevin Campbell. But since you think you're so funny why don’t you come show these people your best Max moves and maybe you just might find yourself a Roxanne.”

Sy’s fingers produce the familiar synth beat from the electric guitar in his large hands, before the band joins in and brings this funky jam of your childhood to life. You have fun with it, goofing around with your back up singers and really livening the place up. You truly do shine when you are on a stage.

“Steve, why are you over here? Come back out on the dance floor with us.” Sharon whines.

“I’m content here with my drink currently. I’m admiring the view too much.” His eyes haven't moved from your body the whole song. Not even to address Sharon.

“Don’t you want to continue to have fun?”

“I’m having plenty of fun, trust me.” He taps his head, a devious smile crossing his face, as filthy thoughts of you fill his mind.

Just as she is about to open her mouth in response, the song ends and the dance floor bursts out in applause.

“Hot damn was that fun!” You shout out, catching your breath. “I think we all deserve a cool down after that.”

The crowd agrees with head nods and murmurs of yes. “Sy would you be so kind as to set up a chair for Steven to come join us on stage?”

You wink at him as you curl your fingers in a come hither motion to get him moving. He places his drink down and like a sailor following a Sirens song into the sea, travels across the parting dance floor, keeping eye contact with you, until he sits in the chair provided for him in the middle of the stage.

You reach over and pluck the Santa hat covering the extra mic stand. You turn toward the soldier sitting proudly in the chair behind and to the right of you. You take two steps and bend over, placing the festive red hat on his head with a kiss to his bearded cheek.

“Now that we have our Santa, I have a few things I’d like to ask for.” The band starts to play Santa Baby to the crowds whoops and applause. 

You give the room your full attention at first. Pouty lips, swaying hips, coquettish smiles as your fingers play with the mic stand. Steve’s eyes are glued to your backside the entire time, pants growing uncomfortable.

You grab the mic and begin to move about the stage as you sing about all the fellas you haven't kissed, with a wink to Thor and Bucky for good measure. Hips moving to the beat as you parade around the stage, dutifully ignoring your Captain. That is until you place yourself on his thighs asking him to come and trim your Christmas tree. 

You words and attention are only for him. The sexual tension you two have been playing with all night is beginning to leak out. The want in your voice as you ask one final time for him to ‘Hurry, tonight.”, is his breaking point. Especially as you slip off his lap and immediately address the crowd.

“Let’s give a round of applause to our wonderful Santa everybody.” The inebriated crowd hoops and hollers, as Steve, having discreetly adjusted himself, stands and takes a bow. As he passes you by, he places a hand low on your hip, giving it a squeeze. All while laying a kiss behind your ear with a low growl and a whispered command of “My office in 5.”

A shiver runs down your spin as he makes his way off stage. Eyes tracking him as he stops to talk to Thor and Bucky. Both men turn to you up on stage, Thor raises his glass with a wink and smug smile, while Bucky mouths ‘Naughty girl.”

“Looks like it’s time for this Songstress to call it a night.” Someone boos in the crowd. “Have no fear, the night is far from over. The house band is more than capable of keeping the party going. You’ll forget about little ole me in no time. For now I bid you adieu. May your night continue on with laughter and joy.”

You give a bow as Sy walks up to the mic. You give his bicep a squeeze and whisper “Knock em dead.” before exiting the stage.

You’re spread out on Steve’s desk, dress hiked up around your waist and the crotch of your fishnets ripped open, back arched as the golden Adonis between your thighs wrenches another orgasm from you with his tongue.

“Just had to tease me, doll.” He plunges two fingers, knuckles deep into your dripping folds. “Don’t think I didn’t notice the little game you were playing with Sharon.”

He crooks his fingers just so, playing with your sweet spongy spot, making you whimper out. “I couldn’t help myself.”

“I know you couldn’t. My naughty naughty girl.” He removes his fingers, leaving you feeling empty. You start to whine until you notice him unbuckling his slacks and pulling out his thick cock.

Your mouth begins to water as you lean forward, licking your lips, wanting a taste. He grabs your throat, pulling your head up. “Uh, uh dollface. As much as I want those pouty lips wrapped around my cock I need to be inside you more. Gotta remind you I’m not going anywhere as my cum slowly leaks out of you the rest of the night.”

As you open your mouth to respond with some kind of sassy retort, he grips your thighs and pulls forward, impaling you to the hilt on his length. You both moan out simultaneously as you adjust to his girth for a moment. A moment is all he grants you.

With an intensity comparable to a feral Bucky, Steve sets a back breaking pace. His strokes are hard and deep, hitting all your sweet spots, turning your muscles to mush in his capable strong hands. He’s so lost in imprinting himself to your body that he doesn't hear the door to his office opening. 

With half lidded eyes you watch as Sharon’s face emerges from the opening, jaw going slack with shock at the act of passion happening in front of her. As Steve grinds his pelvis into your clit after a particularly deep thrust, you lock eyes with the unsolicited blonde voyeur, letting every ounce of pleasure your feeling spring forth from your throat.

He growls out, nipping your neck, still unaware of your visitor. “Fuck babygirl. Squeezing my dick so tight. I can feel you’re close. C’mon. Cum for me. Give your Captain everything so I can fill you up.”

You smirk at Sharon before gripping Steve’s hair and guiding his lips to yours. You ignore the pest still at the door and proceed to grind back against your Captain as you bite his lower lip. It does as you intended and he slams into you harder, desperate to have you coming all over his dick.

You stay lost in each other, as Sharon retreats, quietly shutting the door back. Paying no attention to her surroundings, she runs straight into Bucky.

“Find what you were looking for Sharon?” He asks. “I was trying to find you and let you know that I would get Steve as he would most likely be indisposed. But I guess I was too late. See something you weren't supposed to?”

She swallows and just nods her head.

“Serves you right.” He grits out. “I hope for your sake you’ve finally learned your lesson that Honey isn't going anywhere.” A cruel smile crosses his face. “Knowing you though, I doubt that it has. I’m going to enjoy watching her take you down as you continue to step out of line. Let’s see how long you last this time.”

“He’ll get sick of her soon enough and I’ll be here to give him what he truly needs. A powerful man needs a woman fully devoted to him and only him.” She spits out.

“Keep deluding yourself, agent. You just witnessed how devoted they are to each other.” He shakes his head. “Get the fuck out of here. You’re not worth the hell Honey would give me for ruining her time with her Captain to deal with you.”

She glares at him before walking off down the hall at a brisk pace.

Uncaring of being stealthy, Bucky opens the office door and enters. He is there but a minute, listening to you come undone, before Steve is losing himself inside of you as you cling to him like a koala. His dick instantly hardens wanting to come out and play.

“Is there something I can help you with Buck?” Steve pants out, unwilling to pull himself for your warmth.

“I was just popping in to let you know Tony is asking for you. It’s time for speeches or whatever.” He replies.

You run your fingers through Steve’s hair as his head lays on your chest. “You run into Sharon in the hall or was she long gone by the time you made it here?”

Steve pushes himself up. “Why would he run into Sharon?”

“Ah, so she didn’t go unnoticed afterall." Bucky chuckles. "I caught her trying to sneak back to the party. Literally ran right into me after she shut the door.”

“What’s going on?” Steve queries. 

“Sharon came looking for you and found you ravaging me instead. I’m surprised you didn't hear the door open with your Super Soldier hearing.” You answer.

He starts to laugh. “Good. I hope she enjoyed the show.”

You slap him on the back. “Scoundrel. What am I going to do with you? How would the world respond, knowing that their golden boy can be such a pervy asshole?”

“As long as I’m your pervy asshole, I don’t care.” He kisses your collarbone.

“Alright Stevie.” Bucky speaks up. “Get yourself cleaned up before Tony comes looking for you himself. Sooner we get this done with, the sooner I can get my dick wet.” He winks at you.

“Selfish Beast.” You tease him as Steve pulls out, He scoops any of his spend that’s leaked out onto his fingers and pushes them back inside you making you moan out.

“I’m gonna enjoy knowing I'm slowly leaking out of you the rest of the night.” He makes you lick his fingers clean. “Let’s see how long it takes before more is added shall we.”

“You go on ahead.” Buck calmly states. “I’m contributing my claim now. Hope you don't mind me using your office.”

“Just don't do anything stupid while I’m gone.” Steve responds as he opens the door and heads out into the hall.

“How can I, when you’re taking all the stupid with you?” Bucky shouts back, before locking the door behind him and making his way over to your still spread thighs.

“You are not nearly ruined enough for me to allow you out of here.” He circles your throat with his flesh hand. “Let me rectify that.”

[tonystarkbingo]

TSB Round 6 Roundup - Weeks 25 & 26!

Wanna know something scary?  There’s just over 8 weeks left of this round!

Collaborator : rebelmeg Card Number: 6001 Square Filled: S5 - "Wake up!" Title: Blood in the Water Link: AO3 Pairings: Bucky & Tony Word Count: 1329 Rating: Teen Major Tags/Triggers: PTSD, nightmares, developing friendship, comfort food Summary: Bucky has a recurring nightmare again, but this time Tony Stark turns up afterwards with sympathy and a gesture of friendship.

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Collaborator : Startrekkingaroundasgard Card Number: 6005 Square Filled: T2 - Kink - Masturbation Title: Touch Yourself Link: Tumblr Pairings: Tony Stark x Reader Word Count: 650 Rating: Explicit Major Tags/Triggers: Gender neutral, established relationship, light sub/Dom dynamics, masturbation, fingering, choking, praise Summary: Tony walks in on his partner masturbating.

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Collaborator : rebelmeg Card Number: 6001 Square Filled: A3 - free Title: Defrosting Winter Soldiers Link: AO3 Pairings: Tony & Rhodey & Bucky & Steve Word Count: 771 Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: Christmas crack, fluff, silliness Summary: It’s easy to joke about unfunny things when you’re super drunk and with friends on Christmas.

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More under the cut!

Collaborator : LBibliophile Card Number: 6068 Square Filled: S4 - [image] Tony & DUM-E Title: MRG-N's X-MAS Link: Tumblr Pairings: Tony Stark & Morgan Stark & DUM-E Word Count: 0 Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: Christmas decorating, DUM-E's Drawings, fanart Summary: Both DUM-E and MRG-N are improving their artistic skills. TON-E isn't sure how he feels about this.

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Collaborator : tinystark616 Card Number: 6080 Square Filled: S4 - S4 - The End Title: The End Link: AO3 Pairings: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Word Count: 2517 Rating: Explicit Major Tags/Triggers: Major Character Death Summary: It all started when Steve Rogers fell in love with Tony Stark.

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Collaborator : Faustess Card Number: 6026 Square Filled: K1 - Tony/Bucky Title: Warm When the Cold Breezes Blow Link: AO3 Pairings: WinterIron Word Count: 972 Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: No Archive Warnings Apply, Snowed In, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort Summary: Bucky Barnes hates the cold. A ski trip is the last thing he wants to do, but it's the only thing Natasha wants for the holidays: having them all together under one roof, relaxing together... in the snow. So he bites the bullet and catches a ride with Tony Stark. One car breakdown, a two-hour hike, and what feels like an eternity of silence later, Tony tries to break the ice... figuratively, of course.

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Collaborator : Faustess Card Number: 6026 Square Filled: R4 - Magic Title: Grab My Pen and I Write Up a List Link: AO3 Pairings: WinterIron Word Count: 2621 Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: Alternate Universe - Urban Fantasy, It's more of an Alternate Universe - Small Town Fantasy, Sirens, Car Accidents, Revenge, Misunderstandings, Author Is Sleep Deprived Summary: Bucky is a siren, and as a descendent of the Fury, Alekto, he needs to deliver vengeance the only way he can in a Wal-Mart parking lot in Auburn, Maine. Tony Stark, of Tony's Towing and Auto Body, has been checking out the hot guy who seems to spend almost as much time in this parking lot as he does.

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Collaborator : deehellcat Card Number: 6028 Square Filled: T1 - Intimacy Without Sex Title: Can I Be Close to You? Link: AO3 Pairings: Tony and Rhodey Word Count: 769 Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: Non-Sexual Intimacy, Platonic Cuddling, Asexuality Summary: A conversation between two friends, in which one shares something interesting he has learned about himself and how it relates to his bestie.

Collaborator : scottxlogan Card Number: 6038 Square Filled: K3 - Pair the Spare Title: The Holiday Celebration Link: AO3 Pairings: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark Word Count: 5758 Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: awkward flirting, holiday fluff, idiots in love, mutual pining, holidays Summary: Bucky is surprised to receive an invitation to Tony's yearly weeklong holiday celebration up north with the rest of the Avengers. Upon arrival, Bucky soon learns that the trip is full of fun festivities and activities where the team shows off their skills and enjoys the season. Still feeling like an outsider Bucky tries his best to fit in, but worries that he's making a bad impression on their host until Bucky suddenly discovers that maybe his perception of Tony has been slightly off in what Tony thinks about him :)

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Collaborator : rebelmeg Card Number: 6001 Square Filled: K1 - kidfic Title: Parent, Teacher, Cupid moodboards Link: Tumblr Pairings: Rhodey/May Word Count: N/A Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: moodboard Summary: Peter playing cupid with his Aunt May and Mr. Rhodey

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Collaborator : Marveler Card Number: #6010 Square Filled: A5 - Vessel Title: What I Think A Hallmark Stucky Movie Would Be Link: Tumblr Pairings: Steve Rogers/James 'Bucky' Barnes Word Count: 622 Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: Mention of death and hospital procedures Summary: Bucky is a lawyer, Steve works for ends meat, Bucky moves his parents into a new home and never visits, and Steve is their next-door neighbour and makes himself helpful. Christmas is slightly awkward when you haven’t been home in years and you are fairly sure you’re parents are replacing you.

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Collaborator : ralsbecket Card Number: 6032 Square Filled: A3 - Free Space Title: Reckless Behavior Link: AO3 Pairings: Steve/Bucky/Tony Word Count: 2376 Rating: Explicit Major Tags/Triggers: Quarantine, Sex Tapes, Porn Watching, Masturbation Summary: How Bucky got the footage wasn’t much a mystery; it seemed like all the videos were of them engaging in their many, many activities (Bucky did always love watching Steve and Tony in every way he could). It felt like a violation of their privacy in some way, watching the videos, yet Steve couldn’t find it in himself to look away.

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Collaborator : scottxlogan Card Number: 6038 Square Filled: A2 - Remote Control Title: Three Things (Chapter 5) Link: AO3 Pairings: Bucky Barnes & Peter Parker Friendship, Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark, Tony Stark & Peter Parker Word Count: 11673 Rating: Teen Major Tags/Triggers: Post-Spider-Man: No Way Home (Movie), Winter Season, Second Chances, Developing Friendships, Adult Content, Swearing, Holidays, Bucky Barnes & Peter Parker Friendship, Post-Endgame, Sexual Tension, Flirting, Canon-Typical Violence Summary: Peter returns to the apartment after a night of patrolling the city ready to sneak in undetected, but when Bucky surprises Peter in more ways than one, Peter is shell-shocked. A face from the past proves to open the door to promise in the future for Peter moving forward, but what does it mean to the rest of the world?

[starryevermore]

the wolf and the mouse: nine ✧ bucky barnes & nick fowler

the wolf and the mouse: a bucky barnes & nick fowler mob au | ao3

pairing: enforcer!bucky barnes x fem!reader; mob boss!nick fowler x fem!reader

summary: bury you in satin, lay you down on a bed of roses. send you away with the words of a love song.

word count: 2,555

warnings?: major character death(s), suicide, fighting, drinking, pet name (sweetheart/topolina), not proofread

If Nick Fowler were to be described in a single word, nervous would be far, far removed from the word bank people would pull from. Nick Fowler was cool, calm, collected. He was suave. He oozed confidence. He knew what he wanted, and he always got it. But in the days since getting you, it seemed like that unfamiliar feeling was suddenly becoming his closest friend and ally. And that feeling had never been stronger than on the day of his wedding. 

You had been so, so good for him lately. Though he had been reluctant to bring in a therapist, he had to admit he was wrong. It was doing you good, to talk about the feelings you weren’t yet comfortable to talk to him about. It hurt, sure. All he wanted was for you to love him the way he loved you. For you to be his sweet, little topolina who would do anything to make him happy, just as he would do for you. Barnes had halted his plans to make you his, but now you seemed to finally be coming around to him.

You weren’t all the way there, of course. You don’t fight as much as you did before. You don’t initiate any affection with him. But you didn’t deny him as much, either. It was progress. Progress that he welcomed as much as he welcomed the changes you were making to the manor. If it meant that you would learn to be happy with him, he would let you do anything he wanted. 

Which was why he let you to stay at a hotel the night before the big day. Something about how you wanted to be away from the general craziness and just get ready for your big day. He was sure it wasn’t you idea, that perhaps Peter had whispered something to you, given that you hadn’t ever brought it up before. But he owned a hotel in the area, and if it meant that you wouldn’t be upset during the big day, Nick was more than happy to let you have your space on the promise that you would keep him updated.

And yet, you had done the one thing he told you not to do. You didn’t keep him updated. You hadn’t said a word to him after you reported that you were awake and you were waiting for your hair and makeup artist to arrive. You hadn’t said a single word since. And every one of his men he spoke to said that they hadn’t heard from you either. 

You were testing him, and he didn’t like that. Not one bit. 

Especially now, as he stood at the altar, watching the doors, waiting for them to open. Nick was keenly aware of all the eyes on him. He knew everyone was expecting you. He was expecting you. And for you to be so late? It was humiliating. 

You’d better have a damn good reason for being late, he thought to himself, trying to figure out what to do to quell the anxieties of the crowd. 

Finally, he stepped forward, saying to the crowd of attendees, “It seems my topolina has gotten lost. Excuse me while I step out to call her driver.”

Nick left the altar, walking to the front of the church to try and see if there was any sign of you. But all he could find was Peter Parker, looking around wildly, as if he, too, didn’t know where the hell you were. And oh, that upset Nick. That upset Nick a lot. 

“Where the hell is she, Parker?” 

The kid said nothing. And, god, that pissed Nick off even more. He grabbed Peter by the collar of his shirt, his hand falling to the gun holstered on his hip. 

“Tell me where the fuck my topolina is now, or you’ll regret it.”

Peter still said nothing, until Nick pulled out his gun, shoving it under Peter’s chin.

“I-I lost her,” he finally said. 

“What the hell do you mean by that!?”

But before Peter could answer, a flurry of sirens sounded down the street.

“I think you know.”

Earlier…

You were surprised when Nick let you stay at a hotel room the night before the wedding. But, you mused, he had also been giving you more freedom nowadays. You supposed that was your reward for being compliant. You viewed it more as a punishment, though. What was the point of freedom when everything you ever could have wanted was taken from you? What was the point of freedom when you had no need to be free? 

There was nothing left in the world for you. 

Though, you did enjoy having the night away from being suffocated by Nick’s endless affection. It was nice to have the space to breathe. But what came with that space? The feeling that your lungs were going to collapse in on themselves? It made you want to die. 

You couldn’t sleep that night. Every time you closed your eyes, you thoughts were plagued by him. He filled your mind, his bright blue eyes twinkling at you, a smile curved on his face. He stood with you, wearing the best tux he could afford. He reached out, holding your face in his hands. He brushed a strand of hair from your face, leaning down, the words I love you unspoken but crystal clear. 

It made you want to vomit. Thinking of Bucky. 

You knew now that he didn’t love you. You wondered if he ever did. Well, okay. Maybe he did love you. Once upon a time, maybe his love was real. But the more you thought about it, the more you pondered on what you saw in that alleyway, the stronger your belief was in what you saw. 

Bucky was alive. You knew it. You never saw him again, you never heard from it. And that made it all the more damning. Bucky was alive, and he no longer loved you. Because how could a person ever let the one they love suffer the way you have? 

By the time dawn broke, the sun rising in the sky, you hadn’t gotten an ounce of sleep. How could you? When your fate was about to be sealed forever? Bucky didn’t love you, and you were going to be forced into a marriage you never would have asked for.

As soon as I do was said, you would be trapped. Forever. 

“Are you excited?” Peter asked. 

You looked up from your phone, having sent Nick a text that you were awake, that you were waiting on hair and makeup. It was a condition on you being allowed to stay at the hotel for the night. Nick wasn’t keen on it. He wouldn’t tell you why, but Peter eventually explained that a syndicate was rising up, hoping to take Nick out of the picture. So Nick wasn’t keen on you being away from him, not when you were his only weakness. You hoped that the rising syndicate was successful. You would love nothing more than for Nick to feel the pain he makes you feel every damn day.

That same pain. 

Huh. 

That was a thought.

“As excited I would be to walk straight into the lion’s den.”

Peter frowned. “Y/N…”

“We don’t have to keep fooling ourselves into thinking this is something I want. You and I both know that this life…It will never make me happy. No matter how much I let Nick believe it does.”

“You shouldn’t say things like that. You know he always finds out, and I don’t want him to hurt you.”

“He hurts me everyday, whether he means to or not.” You looked out the window, watching as the city began to awake. “When does the hair stylist arrive?”

“An hour. Why?”

“I’d like to go for a drive.”

Peter nodded. “I’ll go call for the driver.”

“I would like to drive alone.”

“I can’t let you do that. Nick would kill me if I let you out of my sight.”

“Why does he have to know? You wouldn’t tell him, would you? Not when you say you don’t want him to hurt me?”

Peter chewed on his lip. “Well, no—”

“Give me the keys to your car then. I just need some time to myself. I need to do something. I can’t just sit her, be the quiet little mouse. I need to just…be free. Just one more time. It’s all I want, Peter. It’s the only thing I’ll ask for.”

Peter reached into his pocket, slowly pulling his keys out. He placed them into your hands, saying, “Thirty minutes. You get thirty minutes, and then you have to come back. Okay?”

You weren’t planning on coming back though, you mused as you got in his car, driving down the street. You weren’t ever coming back. You needed to get away. You needed Nick to feel the same pain that you felt every fucking day since he killed Bucky. You needed Bucky to feel the agony of losing someone, of knowing that they would never share the love you were once so sure was true, was real. You wanted to rip everything they could have had away from them. You wanted to hurt them the way they had hurt you. 

“But I’ll never be free,” you whispered. 

Nick would track you down to the ends of the Earth if need be. He would do anything to make you his. You had seen it first hand. You had felt the pain he was willing to inflict on you, the object of his affection, when you were in his grasp. What would he do if you left? If you got away? If you abandoned him at the altar on your wedding day? 

You were barely conscious of your foot pressing harder and harder on the gas pedal. What was the speed limit? Was there a speed limit? As you sped out of the city, the buildings and trees blurring by you, you wondered what would happen if you would fully commit to it. 

If you would fully commit to the pain you wished to inflict. 

If you let go.

If you gave in. 

You looked at the sharp turn you were approaching. There was no way you could slow in time. You weren’t sure you wanted to. You knew you didn’t want to. Instead…

You wanted to let go, and you did.

And as you hurtled off the road, the car tumbling down the embankment, your head smacking against the steering wheel, a smile stretched across your face. 

Finally…

You were free.

Now…

peter: im sorry. she didn’t make it.

Bucky frowned as he stared at his phone. When Peter had told him earlier that you had practically begged to go for a drive by yourself so you could clear your head, he wanted to rip Peter’s head off. Then when Peter told him that he couldn’t find you? Oh, he wanted to fucking kill the kid. He had one job. One singular job, and that was to keep you safe until he could come get you. 

“FUCK!” Bucky shouted, throwing his phone at the wall. The phone clattered on the ground, its screen cracked, a sizeable hole now in the wall. The phone chimed and, reluctantly, Bucky walked over, picking it up, reading the message.

peter: fowler’s at the bar near the church. in case you wanted to go through with the rest of the plan. 

“I won’t stop you,” Steve said, seeing the look in his friend’s eye. 

“He’s the reason she’s dead.”

“I know.”

“None of this would have happened if he wasn’t a selfish bastard.”

“I know.”

“If he wasn’t so selfish…If he realized that she never would love him, she might be here still.” Bucky tried to swallow down his sob. “She might have been happy still if not for him.”

Steve nodded, reaching out, squeezing his friend’s shoulder. “I think you know what you have to do.”

“I’m going to make him pay.”

Bucky wasn’t sure how he got to the bar. He wasn’t sure if he ran or if he took a car or if he called an Uber. All he knew was that he was standing outside the establishment, staring into the window, watching as Nick threw back a shot. 

Fucking pathetic. How could he do this? How could he not be mourning you? In the hours of losing you, he goes to a bar? Did he still delude himself with the idea of having loved you? Did he know now that he never deserved you? 

Bucky threw the door open, the glass door shattering as it slammed against the wall. All eyes turned on him. All except for Nick. 

“FOWLER!” Bucky shouted, stomping up to the bar. He grabbed the man, yanking him off the stool, dragging him out the door to the alleway. No one stopped him. It seemed like they all thought they had seen a ghost. “I hope you’re fucking happy!”

“Am I dead?” Nick coughed out when Bucky threw him to the ground.

“You’re going to wish you were,” Bucky snarled, landing a kick to his stomach.

“I must be dead if I’m seeing you,” he said. “Have I gone to hell?”

Bucky wondered how much he had drank if he thought he was seeing hallucinations. “Hell would be too kind for you. She was too kind for you.”

A blind rage filled Bucky as he landed hit after hit after hit on Nick. “She was perfect. Fucking perfect. She was happy. And you fucking took that from you. YOU TOOK EVERYTHING FROM HER. And now she’s gone? And you can fucking do is drink? How could you say you ever loved her?”

“I would have given her everything,” Nick said, spitting out blood, trying to fight back, but the alcohol dulling his reaction times, his ability to land blows. 

“You gave her nothing she wanted. She was happy with me.”

“And you think she would still be? She chose neither of us.”

“She didn’t know the truth.”

The light was fading from Nick’s eyes. “And now she never will.”

“And that will be my burden to bear. But you will never hurt anyone like you hurt her. Never again.”

Nick’s body fell limp. 

Bucky stood to his full height, wiping off the blood on his hands. He let out a shuddering breath. It was done. He pulled out his phone, dialing Steve’s number. “You got your in. Good luck with this shit.”

“What will you do?” Steve asked.

“I’m done with this shit. I’m leaving town, like I planned.” Bucky sighed, squeezing his eyes shut, a tear escaping. “But first…I suppose I have a funeral to plan.”

This was his life now, it seemed. And there was no way to get out of it. Not when he, and Nick, and Peter, and Steve he supposed, ruined everything. Not when they all ruined a perfectly good woman in a foolish attempt at power and love and all the rest. 

Bucky would live with this for the rest of his life. He played with the wolf, and he lost everything. After all, everyone knows what it is said about the big bad wolf. 

The mouse never stood a chance. 

[sunshinebuckybarnes]

Here we go again bby's 💞 as always please make sure you check the warnings for each individual fic before reading. You are responsible for your own media consumption. This blog along with the majority tagged are 18+ and the majority of these fics contain adult themes. 

Once again the talent of these people is awe inspiring and I hope you enjoy these stories as much as I did! And remember to reblog and give them some love ✨

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Andy Barber

Losing my religion / Christ is comin' and so am I by @jamalflanagan (demon!Andy Barber x woc!reader)

Tongue in cheek by @angrythingstarlight (CEO Andy x reader)

Party pleasures by @jobean12-blog (Andy Barber x reader)

How to win at studying by @jobean12-blog (Andy Barber x reader)

Bucky Barnes

*Project V by @babyboibucky (College!Bucky Barnes x Reader)

*The match by @babyboibucky (CEO!Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Size kink by @metalbuckaroo (beefy!biker!bucky x petite!f!reader)

Bored games by @jobean12-blog (Bucky x reader)

Husband and wife by @navybrat817-shares (Mob!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader)

*The dreadful need in the devotee by @jamalflanagan (vampire!Bucky Barnes x siren!reader)

*That's what you get by @sweeterthanthis (Stepdad!Bucky x 18+F!Reader)

*Devils backbone by @trashmenofmarvel (The Winter Soldier x S.H.I.E.L.D. agent!Reader)

Butterflies by @spicynudlesoup (CEO!Bucky x Fem!Reader)

Feel you all around me by @angrythingstarlight

Riding lessons by @gogolucky13

*It all belongs to you by @angrythingstarlight

With this ring by @jobean12-blog (Bucky x reader)

Steve Rogers

*His inheritance by @jtargaryen18 (Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader)

*After the rain by @sweetlyscared (King!Steve Rogers x Princess!Reader)

Bent over it by @the-iceni-bitch (innocent!Steve Rogers x fem!reader)

*A few good reasons by @angrythingstarlight (Biker!Steve Rogers x shy reader)

The one with the fluffer by @world-of-aus (Pornstar!Steve Rogers x Fluffer!Reader)

Ari Levinson

Bane of my existence by @wanderinglunarnights (Ari Levinson x female reader)

Warmth of the sun by @dreamlessinparis (Professor!Ari x F!Reader)

Skip the song by @holacia2 (Ari Levinson x reader)

Ransom Drysdale

Gluttonous by @ambrosiase (ex!ransom x fem!reader)

Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes

Don't worry doll, I got the solution by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork (Mob!Steve x You x Mob!Bucky)

Sam Wilson

Mile high by @tuiccim (Sam Wilson x Female Reader)

Lee Bodecker

Go ahead, baby by @sweetdreamsbuck (Lee Bodecker x f!reader)

Andy Barber & Ari Levinson

Afterthought by @stargazingfangirl18 (Ari Levinson x Female!Reader x Andy Barber)

Destroyer!Chris

Pretty reckless by @sweeterthanthis (Destroyer!Chris x Sex Worker!Reader)

Curtis Everett

Let me trace the lines by @the-iceni-bitch (tattoo artist!Curtis Everett x tattooed and pierced fem!reader)

Mickey Henry

Beg for me by @jobean12-blog (Mickey Henry x reader)

Andy Barber & Jake Jensen

*Bad boyfriend bingo by @river-soul (Alpha!Andy x Beta!Jake x Fem Omega!Reader with past Fem Omega!Reader x Alpha!Peter Quill)

Ari Levinson & Ransom Drysdale

Know you want it by @the-iceni-bitch (Ransom Drysdale x fem!reader (OTP) x Ari Levinson)

[marvelmusing]

My Masterlist

My New Masterlist

Helmut Zemo

Twin Flame (Zemo x GN!Reader)

Series - A soulmate AU, set during the events of TFATWS, where soulmates can feel each other’s emotions. You finally meet your soulmate: Helmut Zemo.

Terms of Endearment (Zemo x F!Reader)

Oneshot - You and Zemo are posing as husband and wife for a mission.

The Baron’s Return

Oneshot - You’ve been the custodian of Castle Zemo ever since the Battle of Sokovia, and you’ve turned it into a children’s home. What happens when Oeznik brings home an old friend?

HYDRA Hunter (Zemo x GN!Reader)

Series - Set during FATWS, you’re a freelance agent helping Sam and Bucky search for the super soldiers. When they recruit Baron Zemo, you’re surprised by how alike the two of you are.

The Baron Issue (Zemo x F!Reader)

Series - A social media AU, where you’re in charge of Vogue’s new feature on the Baron of Sokovia.

Your Room or Mine? (Helmut x Reader x Heike)

Oneshot - Suggested Smut - Helmut and Heike have always loved distracting you.

Night Out (Helmut x Reader x Heike)

Oneshot - You plan to stay in for the night whilst Helmut and Heike go to a gala, you keep them both company as they prepare for the night.

Stucky

Cover Stars and Stripes

Forever Home

Bucky Barnes

Bucky’s Little Artist

Steve Rogers

Inseparable

Grand Design - in progress

Movie Night - in progress

Loki

The Agent & Her God

Mobius Mobius

Making Time

Natasha Romanoff

COMING SOON

Wanda Maximoff

Siren’s Call

Sam Wilson

COMING SOON

[syven-siren]

Kinktober Masterlist

Week 1:

Zombie + Gag = Bucky Barnes x F!Reader (Apocalypse AU)

Scarecrow + Punishment = Soulless!Sam Winchester x Reader

Fairy + Ropes = Loki x F!Reader (Slight Fantasy AU)

Skeleton + Wet = Sam Wilson x F!Artist!Reader

Hellhound + Romance = Dean Winchester x Reader

Frankenstein’s Monster + Praise = Thor x F!Reader

Siren + Striptease = Steve Rogers x Reader (Fantasy/Medieval AU)

[oldsoldierr]

The Carnation ~ Part 7

summary: the media always told you that the famous art critic bucky barnes is an arrogant, rude playboy and you agree, but something still draws you to him. is there a deeper reason to why he acts the way he does or is he the class A jackass you first met?

art critic!bucky x artist!reader

word count: 2.1k

series masterlist

With a shaky breath Bucky continued. “I love you.”

He pulled the trigger.

The gunshot echoed through the apartment complex, leaving your ears ringing. It took all your strength not to scream. You had squeezed your eyes closed, bracing yourself for the pain. When it didn’t come you opened your eyes and looked around. You weren’t bleeding. 

The bullet had lodged itself in the floorboards. Bucky was collapsed on the ground, the weapon forgotten. You rushed towards his shaking figure and wrapped your arms around him.

“I’m so, so sorry. I just--a lot of things--and i don’t even know how--he’s gonna hurt her--” Bucky gulped in a breath. “I don’t know what I’m going to do now-- but I just couldn’t shoot you--i can’t lose,” A sob racked his body. “I can’t lose you. And it might be stupid--” 

“Hey, hey,” you shushed him and pulled away from the embrace.

“What happened? Who’s ‘he’?” The distraught brunette took a deep breath and fell against the wall. You quickly followed suit next to him.

“He--he, Brock Rumlow, my agent. He was waiting for me in my car when I left the art studio.” you sucked in a breath. “He threatened to kill my sister if I didn’t--” he bit his lip. “If I didn’t kill you by today.” You looked at him trying to fully understand what he was saying.

“Is that why you haven’t been coming to art?” you thought out loud. He gave you a solemn nod. 

“I don’t--I don’t know what I’m gonna do,” he said softly, with a new vulnerability. 

“I just, I can’t lose Becca or… or you.” His winter blue eyes looked into yours. You bit your lip in thought. You two sat in complete silence, heavy and defeated for what felt like hours when you had a sudden surge of emotion. You stood up.

“Maybe you don’t have to. At least, yet. Get up Barnes.” You extended a hand to Bucky. He looked up at you with confusion.

“What?” he questioned.

“We’re not giving up, not just yet. We’ve still got what--” you looked down at your watch. “We’ve got an hour. Let’s save your sister. No one has to die tonight. You in?” Bucky stared at you like you were crazy.

“But how? All we’ve got is a gun. I’ve thought this over a billion different ways, there’s no way,” He reasoned. “He probably already knows I couldn’t shoot you. He’s got eyes all over the city.”

“Well, I wasn’t here before. And look at it this way, if we fail then--” you sucked in a breath. “At least we can say we tried. Deal?” Bucky looked hesitant but eventually clasped his hand in yours and pulled himself up.

“But I need you to be safe. If you got hurt because of me, I--I couldn’t forgive myself.” He brushed his hand across your cheek.

“I’ll try my best,” you responded. You gave his shoulder a reassuring squeeze. 

“We can do this. Do you trust me Bucky?” He looked you dead in the eye.

“Yeah, I really do.”

“Then we gotta hurry.” You sprang into action and pelted down the hall, Bucky close behind you. You reached the staircase. After just a few steps you realized how much this would slow you down.

“Shit,” you muttered.

“Wait, I have an idea.” Before you could react Bucky swooped you up, wedding style and jumped over the railing. You yelped.

“What the fuck!” You both landed surprisingly safe. You kept descending the steps as fast as you could. Bucky looked over at you and grinned. 

“I had a parkour faze when I was in highschool.” He looked a bit sheepish. You managed to heave out a laugh at that. It released a lot of the tension previously there. They reached the first floor in record time and got in Bucky’s car that had been carelessly placed in the middle of the lot. You clicked your seatbelt into place and asked, “How far is your sister’s place?” His eyes widened in realization.

“More than an hour,” he said as he started turning the car out of the parking lot. 

“But if I speed it should be around 30 minutes.” 

“Just for reference, how good are you at driving?” you tried, fearful of the answer. Bucky clicked his tongue.

“I guess we’ll see.” He pushed down on the pedal hard. Your head hit the head rest. You felt your breath leave your body.

“Bucky!” you yelped alarmed. He didn’t seem to hear you as he was focused on the road. The car sped along the road with the determination of someone who had nothing left to live for. 

After only a little time, you heard the police sirens behind you. In the rear view mirror you saw the blue and red lights spinning. Bucky just went faster. It turned out he was a decent driver, but all the same, the car swerved harshly dodging vehicles left and right. You thought you might be sick. 

The car was painted by the crimson and azure lights. 

It was a good thing that it was late at night when there were less people out and about, because if this was during daylight you most certainly would’ve gotten into a crash. 

The world flew past you in a blur. It began turning from tall industrial looking buildings to calmer suburbs. By now you had to be going at upwards of 90 miles per hour. It was terrifying but it gave you a rush. You heard the police speakers boom commands but you allowed yourself to relax a little bit. 

As you got further, you seemed to lose the police cars. You had pulled out your phone and had been tracking the amount of time it would take to get to your destination. The minutes were steadily decreasing.

Only a little bit left to go, you thought to yourself. 

What were you doing? The blinking icon on your phone screen was so close to the end of the line.

“Take a left, and in two blocks you will reach your destination,” the robotic voice informed. The car swerved hard again as your body slammed against the window of the car. You had never seen Bucky so determined. 

In barely any time at all you heard the same robotic voice. “You’ve reached your destination.” 

The car screeched to a halt. Bucky tripped out of the car and ran full sprint to the house. You followed him. He rapped on the door of the quaint white house.

“Becca! Becca, can you hear me?” He repeatedly pressed the doorbell. You stood behind him, craning your head to try and see anything through her curtained windows. You heard footsteps behind the door. 

The door swung open, revealing a brunette woman. She looked to be a little younger than Bucky, but she had the same baby blue eyes. She was dressed well, with a ruby dress and her hair curled. She had a full face of make-up to match. Bucky didn’t give her a chance to speak, instead engulfing her in a hug. She returned it but looked confused.

“Hey Buck, what’s up? Why are you here at--” she turned her head to get a look at the clock “--11:48 at night?”

“Sorry--god--I’m so glad you’re okay. I can explain later, but right now I just-- we need to go.” Bucky attempted to push her towards the car but she pulled away.

“Um, I’m glad to see you, but I’m kind of in the middle of something,” she responded tentatively.

“What--?” Before he could finish a figure appeared behind Becca through the door.

“Hey Becca, what’s going on?” A low, gravelly voice asked, leaning on the door frame with an unforgettable smirk.

“‘S nothing Brock, just my brother,” she told him as she inserted herself by Rumlow’s figure.

“Bucky, meet Brock.” She gestured between them. “My boyfriend.” Bucky felt his breath leave his body and squared his shoulders, lifting his chin.

“We’ve met before,” the brunette grunted. Brock smiled.

“Indeed we have. Baby, I know this is our date but could we invite them in? They look cold,” he suggested, with a look on his face that was icy calm. This is when Becca noticed you.

“Oh, hi, I’m so sorry, nice to meet you! You are…?” She took your hand and speedily shook it with both of hers.

“Oh, yeah, um, I’m y/n. I’m friends with Bucky. I’ve heard a lot about you. It’s nice to meet you too!” you attempted a fake cheery tone. It shook a little, being caught off guard.

“Sorry to bother you so late but um--” you glanced over at Bucky. “--you know what, it’s nothing--how was your day?” 

“Oh, was pretty good. Thanks for asking,” she responded with an unsuspecting smile. “Here,” she said, gesturing for you to come in. You nervously stepped inside. 

As you passed Brock he whispered into your ear, “It better be nothing.” You could feel the heat from his breath. Even as  he pulled back and you got out of his range, you felt his eyes follow you. Bucky seemed to notice as he pulled you to his side protectively. You didn’t miss the murderous glare that the brunette had given Rumlow. 

All of you seated yourselves on various couches and chairs around a round, glass coffee table. You could feel the uncomfort radiating off everyone, excluding Becca. The room was awkward and tension filled. Rumlow and Bucky eyed each other hostily. 

Becca seemed to sense this as she tried to start a conversation.

“So…”

“Hey Brock--'' Bucky interrupted, saying the other man’s name like a slur. “--How do you feel about backstabbing motherfuckers who try to murder people?” Yours eyes widened at the lack of tact. 

Subtle, you thought. Rumlow’s eyes narrowed but his lips parted in a small smile.

“Haven’t thought much about it, unfortunately. Now tell me, have you ever lost someone you loved?” Bucky looked like he could’ve ripped out his throat right then and there. Becca looked between them with confusion.

“I’m sorry, did I miss something?” she questioned.

“Nope.”

“Barely,” Both men said at the same time. Becca continued to observe them suspiciously.

“...Right.” The room filled with thick silence once more. She cleared her throat.

“Well, I’m gonna get something from the kitchen real quick,” she excused herself. Brock stood up a little too fast.

“I’ll come with you,” He told her.

“Oh, baby, you don’t need to,” Becca replied.

“No, no, I will,” He insisted. 

Bucky craned his neck to make sure they were out of sight and hearing range. Once he was confident they couldn’t hear, he scooched closer to you.

In a hushed whisper he asked, “Okay, what’s our plan? How do we get her out of here? Brock’s not going to let her out of his sight and she seems to trust him.” You stared at the floor in thought and fiddled with your fingers. 

You turned to look at him.

“I don’t know yet, but we’ll figure it out,” you responded passionately.

 Bucky’s winter blue eyes looked into yours, and neither of you seemed to be able to tear away. 

“Yeah...we’ll figure something out...” He trailed off as he glanced down and bit his lip. He brushed your hair out of the way and grasped your neck. Your heart was beating out of your chest.

“Tell me to stop,” he whispered lowly. You sat there, frozen, yet you were impossibly hot. You parted your lips slightly. He leaned in as your eyes fluttered close. His lips grazed your. You could nearly taste him. A scream shook you from your trance. You and Bucky turned towards the sound.

“Becca!” he shouted and bolted to the kitchen. You ran after him but not before looking at the clock. 

It was 12:00.

“Shit.” you followed Bucky into the kitchen. 

There you saw Brock with his back against the window, preparing to jump out at any moment. He had a tight grip on Becca, one arm around her neck, nearly strangling her, and a large chef’s blade pressed to her throat. 

Small droplets of blood were trickling down her body, disguised by her already scarlet dress. Her eyes were wide and panicked, but she didn’t dare move an inch. 

Brock had a cold, sharp smile, which was somehow more terrifying than if he had a crazed one. All the color had drained out of the brunette next to you.

“I’m a man of my word, Bucky boy.”

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The Model

AN: I love me a soft, fluffy Bucky. I just wanna snuggle him always. Also, spot the Stan Lee cameo.

Bucky x Reader

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I could feel my heart hammering in my chest as I approached the lounge area. Steve and Bucky were talking softly, gentle laughter and whispered memories. How could I interrupt that with something so mundane? I steeled myself at the doorway, mouthing over the words again as I rehearsed what I was going to say for the hundredth time.

I walked in, trying to be casual, and sat down in one of the oversized arm chairs.

“Morning, Y/N,” Bucky said lightly, picking up his coffee. Ever since I had joined the Avengers, I’d be well and thoroughly adopted as the baby of the group. Parker even was defensive over me, and he was younger than me.

I flashed Bucky a nervous smile and looked down at my lap. “Steve, I need to ask you a favor.” I finally blurted after what felt like an eternity of silence. When neither of them spoke, I raised my eyes slightly, meeting Steve’s. “We’re doing…” I cleared my throat. It was suddenly drier than the Sahara in the room and I wanted to run away desperately. “We’re studying the human form for art class and I was wonderingifyouwouldbemymodel.” It came out like word vomit and I swear my face was going to burst into flames from the sheer heat of it.

Bucky snorted. “Aw, Stevie, Y/N wants to get you naked.”

My eyes snapped to Bucky and I narrowed them. “I will end you.” I hissed, but he just laughed harder. “They have a model we can use at school, but I thought the bragging rights would be deserved if I got to use an Avenger. Also, the model at school is a creepy old dude.” The word vomit just kept coming. I was babbling, my nose scrunched up as the image of Stan, the art model came to the forefront of my mind.

I refused to look at Steve—or stop talking—until he said my name gently. When I looked up, he was sitting forward with his elbows on his knees, Dad-Look firmly seated on his face. “Are your intentions pure?” He asked, voice grave but I could see him stifling a smile, just the slightest sparkle of mischief in his eyes.

“That’s it, I’m gonna ask Nat. She’ll do it.” I huffed, standing to storm out of the room. Nat would tease me too, but it would be Titanic jokes, instead of “are you just trying to fuck me” jokes at least.

“I’ll do it,” Bucky said and for a minute, I don’t think me or him or Steve or God even believed what just came out of his mouth. “I mean, if you’re going to get bragging rights for doing an Avenger, it may as well be extra challenging.” He added, raising his metal arm. “Besides, I’m still grounded after I got a little too aggressive with that crime syndicate from my last mission. I’ve got time to kill.”

Steve and I both stared at each other, then back at Bucky. “You know she’s talking about getting you naked, right?” Steve asked.

“No shit, Sherlock. When has my being naked in front of a cute girl ever bothered me?” Bucky retorted. He then took a deep breath and raised his eyebrows at me. “When do we start?”

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Bucky came with me to school the next day. The art department was usually empty on Fridays, so we were able to find a room to ourselves easily. I locked the door, closed the blinds and turned on the lights that I needed while Bucky wandered the edges of the room, looking at the knick-knacks and half finished pieces that littered the shelves.

“If you’re an Avenger, why are you still going to college?” He asked abruptly, fingers drifting over a freshly kiln-ed abstract pottery piece.

I shrugged. “Can’t Avenge forever. Besides, I’m still just in training. I’ve got no more clearance than you do.”

I pushed a lounge chair out of the corner and into the center of the room and draped a cloth over it, then set up my easel and stool. I could calm my raging nerves with the methodical routine of my art set up, ignore the warning sirens in my head with the stability and consistency of an easel, a pad of paper, pencils, erasers and fixative.

“You can probably get comfortable now. You brought a book, right?” I asked, setting out pencils and charcoal for myself. I started some music too, just so I could zone out and work without thinking too much about the fact that I was drawing Bucky naked for a grade. I understand all of those words separately, said the voice in my mind, dwelling on it being Bucky and him being naked and the ease of which he was willing to do it.

“I didn’t know I needed to,” he said sheepishly and my heart dropped. He was going to be naked, bored, and making fun of me. I had planned to just draw him reading, but that was out the window. Fan-fucking-tastic. “It’s okay, I can amuse myself.” He said with a dirty smirk, voice dripping innuendo.

I sighed and waited while he stripped down to his underwear. We both met eyes for a moment as he dropped his last article of clothing and every inch the cloth fell from his hips was an inch of blush that crawled up my chest and over my face. I quickly busied myself with adjusting my sketch pad on the easel, making sure my pencils were sharp enough, that I had enough smudge sticks and erasers.

“How should I… How do you want me?” He asked and I swallowed thickly. Not only did I have to draw him naked, but I had to adjust him naked too?

I walked over, making a point to not look at him, but at the space around him as I positioned him, so he was mostly sitting up, one leg kind of propped up, the other stretched out, his metal arm draped across his stomach in an effort to cover his junk for my own benefit.

I tried to position him so he looked strong, powerful, but leisurely. I wanted him to look regal, a man completely in control of himself and the people around him. That’s how I envisioned him. He wasn’t a leader yet, but he could be. “Comfy?”

He nodded and offered me a reassuring smile. “Trust me, this isn’t the weirdest thing I’ve done naked.” What is the weirdest thing you’ve done naked, Barnes? I didn’t ask what my head was screaming, but I couldn’t help my wandering mind.

“That does not instill me with any kind of confidence, Buck.” I sighed, returning to my things. “Try not to move, if you can help it. I’m going to snap a reference photo, just so if you need to get up and go to the bathroom or anything, you can and we can just reposition you.” I picked up my phone and took the photo. God, this was bad. I was horrified. I shouldn’t have even asked Steve. Bucky wouldn���t have known and then I wouldn’t have been in this predicament. Natasha would have been a much better candidate.

“Y/N, this isn’t a big deal, you know? I give you shit, but this isn’t that weird. Just friends hanging out.” I knew he could read my discomfort. It’s not like I hid it at all. But I felt bad being so weird about it at the same time. “Why’d you pick Steve anyway?”

I set my phone down and got comfortable on my stool, trying to decide where to start, both with the picture and with the answer. “He’s an artistic guy. I figured he would understand what I was doing better than most of you guys.”

“But why not Wanda or Natasha? Wanda seems like she’d be into this kind of stuff.” He asked as I started with his foot. I figured the best way to start was to trace the whole thing, then work the details in.

I sighed a little. “I can draw the female figure all day long. I happen to be female, if you hadn’t noticed. So, I kind of already know what it all looks like.”

“So, what? You’re saying you’ve never seen the male figure?” He asked with a laugh. I didn’t reply, which seemed to be answer enough for him. I’d resigned myself to doing this whole assignment with a blush on my face anyways. “Are you a virgin?”

I took a deep breath, focusing intently on my work and the music. I traced the curve of his legs, with my eyes and my pencil. Then his abdomen, his arms, his chest and shoulders.

“It’s okay if you are. I just thought… a pretty girl like you with so much confidence and charisma, you know?” He chuckled, his eyes far away, like he was reveling in some memory dredged up. My heart did a flip when he sucked his lower lip between his teeth, my mind wandering to a filthy place. I had to stop myself.

I put my pencil down for a minute and shut my eyes. “Boys never really liked me because I’m so… strong.” Boyish, masculine, aggressive, independent, memories of all the rejections I’d faced flitted through like a bad slideshow of sadness, quelling any inappropriate thoughts that might’ve been forming.

Bucky actually snorted. “Seriously? No offense, Y/N, but you must be going after pussies.” When I didn’t reply again, focusing instead on his metal arm, he continued: “Doll, if they can’t see through your powers to who you are, they’re just shallow, egocentric douche bags looking for empowerment. You deserve lightyears better than that.”

“It’s hard to find guys who can see past the powers though,” I shrugged. “Guys don’t even want to get close to a girl who can throw them across a room. A lot of the ones who were into that were… weird. And that’s not to say that all men are like that, just the ones that I’ve had to pleasure of dealing with.”

“Definitely not all men,” Bucky chuckled cryptically.

I shook my head, narrowing my eyes as I drew in the slats of his metal arm, added in the glinting light that reflected off of it. I felt my heart squeeze as I drew the marred flesh at his shoulder, the place where they had so indelicately taken his flesh arm away and forced the metal one on him.

“For the record, I think you’re wonderful the way you are.” Bucky piped up awkwardly.

I smiled a little. “Thanks Buck.” I had long since accepted myself. “Dating’s kind of on the back burner. If I happen across a decent guy who genuinely likes me and isn’t put off by my powers, awesome. Otherwise, I’m happy. I’m gonna finish my degree significantly earlier than most, I’m an Avenger and if I ever decide I’m done Avenging, then I’ve got a restaurant back home to run.”

“Is that what you’re in school for?”

“I’m in school for business management and accounting, both of which will help.” I nodded. I stood up and walked over to him, frowning as I studied his chest and the criss-crossing lines of scars that interrupted otherwise beautiful skin. I could feel him watching me, but couldn’t be bothered to care. As long as I didn’t have to study his dick, I could pretend that this wasn’t weird.

“So, why the art classes then?” He asked as I hesitantly reached out and traced a particularly long scar that ran from his collarbone to his hip. Once I was content with my recollection of his scars, I went back to my stool, lightly penciling them in before I went back for the detail work.

I couldn’t help but be enamored by the strong planes of muscle and smooth skin that stretched across his body. He was beautifully constructed and honestly, the artist part of me (and maybe the girl part of me) wanted to study every inch of him from head to toe because he was stupidly perfect. I could’ve spent years drawing him and never stopped being impressed by him.

“I have always loved art. Business is practical, but art is where my heart lives.” I mumbled. It was corny, but it was true. As much as Avenging made me feel good, made me feel like I was in the right place in my life, art was always my dream. Becoming an Avenger was like walking into a tower dedicated to art models, emotions thriving and warring between these god-like beings, emotions just begging to be captured with pencils and paper and paint.

He didn’t say anything for a while and when I looked up, his eyes were shut, face relaxed. Was he really that bored? I let my gaze linger as I studied the peaceful set of his face, the smudge of his lashes that dusted his cheeks, the soft, pillowy shape of his lips, juxtaposed with the sharp angles of his jaw and cheeks, hard and soft beautifully married to make up a face so perfect, it should’ve been illegal.

Maybe that was the real reason he was the most deadly assassin in the world, taking “if looks could kill” into a reality where he was so beautiful, people just dropped dead.

“Y/N, if you love art so much, that’s what you should do. You shouldn’t do something to make your family happy. You should do something that makes you happy.” Bucky said softly, startling me out of my revere. I busied myself with my drawing again, trying to translate the softness of his face onto the page.

“That’s what my parents keep telling me too,” I sighed.

“They’re right.”

I took a deep breath. Drawing his loose hair made me want to run my fingers through it, feel the softness of it.

Should’ve asked Nat. You wouldn’t be falling in love with her if you were drawing her, came that annoying little voice in my head. My heart thumped in agreement, but it knew that I’d held a special place for Bucky there long before I’d gotten him naked and posed for a drawing.

“What’s your dream, Buck?” I asked, trying to distract myself.

He didn’t speak again for a long time, but this time when I looked over, he was staring right at me, a sadness pulling his eyebrows together and tightening his lips into a hard line. “I think, kinda like Stevie, anything I wanted from life died when I went off the cliff. A lot of what he wanted out of life died in the ice.”

“So, what, you’re just floating aimlessly right now?”

“No,” he shook his head. “I’m trying really hard to heal from the Solider, you know? I want to be a better man now than I was then. I guess I’m just trying to use what I learned from him for good. I guess my dream is to just be better than I was.”

My heart broke for him. He’d been through too much in his life, lost too much of his life to HYDRA and the Soldier inside him.

“I didn’t mean to make you sad. I guess I just feel kind of open to you right now,” he laughed nervously.

I flicked my eyes back up to his face for a moment and shook my head. “I’m just sad for the past you’ve had. You’re already a better man than he was.”

He chuckled and stood, walking over to see what I’d done so far, still buck-naked. I did my best not to look at him, full stretched out in all his glory as he studied my work. His fingers traced some of the lines before he moved his hand to rub my back reassuringly.

“You’re so good at this, doll.” He murmured, pressing a light kiss to the top of my head before he ducked down to grab my purse, rummaging around for the protein bar he’d insisted he would not eat, because he definitely would not get hungry during this.

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When we finished, we both stood back studying it. I’d waited to put too much detail into his face until I got him laughing again. The look on his face as he leaned into laughter, the crinkling in his eyes, it made my heart sing loudly. I wanted to live in that feeling, I wanted to always picture him like that, regal and proud and happy, a man marred by the past, but comfortable in his skin and in his life.

He’d hugged me tight, no words on his lips but a simple, heartfelt thank you, Y/N. That by itself made me infinitely more happy with the piece than any grade I could have received.

He insisted on taking a picture with his phone of the piece, then one of me with the piece, “so he could show off the amazing artist.” To whom he planned on showing me off, I didn’t know. He never ventured from the tower much, didn’t have any friends outside of the Avengers, certainly no one that he would be showing nude drawings of himself to. I posed, a cheesy smile on my face nonetheless. He took me out for ice cream afterwards.

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At the end of the semester, the best pieces of art were put on display for an art show. I invited all of the Avengers, but only Steve, Natasha, Bucky and Tony could come, just because missions still had to be completed, the world still needed to be saved.

We rolled up to the campus and Tony looked unceremoniously scandalized by the lack of paparazzi and, well, people. He made a show of going on about some of the more famous art shows he’d attended, then nudged me with his shoulder and gave me a wink that told me everything I needed to hear without saying a word. This isn’t a big deal, you have no reason to be nervous, his smile said as he swaggered towards the art department building.

The display room had been redesigned by some of the interior decorating kids. Pottery, paintings, sculptures and drawings all intermingled through out the room, pieces hung from the walls, the ceiling, sat on stands and stools.

Off in the corner, Stan sat on the same stool the students who had used him as a model drew him on, dressed in nothing but a sock to maintain some semblance of modesty. His aviator style glasses and gray mustache bristled as he talked to patrons and students alike.

“You didn’t tell me there would be nudity at this party. Suddenly, I’m much more interested,” Natasha purred in my ear as she sauntered off to examine some of the abstract art. She were trying.

Avenging was easy, I felt no nerves over that. Art? Art was something that I felt down in my bones and watching as strangers and classmates and the people I cared about most poured over it and the details I’d done my best to capture, that made my throat close and the sweat run like rivers down my skin.

Steve and Bucky both pestered me until I took a picture of them posing with Stan, his arms wrapped around their waists as they both grinned hugely at me. Frat boys tried to convince my boys to go back to their houses with them and party. For a moment, I thought maybe they would.

Tony tried to buy someone’s statue of a naked woman, one delicate foot propped up on a hog-tied bear Captain Morgan style. He said he loved the female-empowerment that radiated off it. He wanted to give it to Pepper. Natasha said no and pick-pocketed his wallet off him, waving it me before she dropped it into her purse.

We all stood before my drawing of Bucky at the same time, all of us coming together to study it. I could feel my heart rate rising the longer no one spoke.

“This is absolutely incredible, Y/N,” Steve finally said. “Your attention to detail is insane.”

“It’s scarily lifelike.” Tony added. “Are you sure you didn’t just take his picture?” It was lighthearted ribbing, and it eased my nerves slightly.

“There’s so much emotion coming from this,” Natasha murmured, lacing her fingers with mine for a moment. “It’s beautiful.”

“That’s it, this calls for a celebration. Where’s the drink service at?” Tony said, looking around pointedly. When the rest disbursed, Bucky remained, staring up at the drawing with admiring eyes.

“It doesn’t even look like me.” He whispered, not looking at me. “It does, but it’s not… it feels surreal. That’s not at all how I ever imagine myself.”

He looked down long enough to slide his metal fingers through mine, holding on tightly. “It’s how I imagine you.” I admitted.

“This is how you see me?” He asked, emotion raw in his eyes. My heart started beating wildly, nervous that I had somehow upset him. He’d seen the drawing a dozen times since I’d finished it, but this was the first time he’d seemed truly moved by it. All I could do was nod. He smiled slightly, squeezing my hand hard. “It helps, knowing someone has so much faith in me.”

I rested my head on his shoulder, not responding.

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Tony demanded champagne in the car home. Happy rolled his eyes slightly in the rear view mirror as Tony popped the bottle. Natasha passed around glasses and once we were all served, we clinked our glasses together.

While the ride home was short, it was well spent, all of us laughing and chatting. I was permitted to take my piece home with me. Tony told me he wanted to have it hung up in the tower, framed and celebrated for years to come. He also decided he wanted to commission an oil painting of himself, also nude, but posed the same as the statue he had wanted to buy, bear and all.

Happy and Steve had to escort Tony inside, Natasha following after them lazily, a small, happy smile gracing her lips and lighting up her tired eyes. I wanted to draw her next, but I wanted it to be candid. Something fierce and powerful to remind her of how amazing she was.

“Come with me,” Bucky murmured, startling me out of my admiration of my friends. He offered me his arm and I linked mine through it. We walked up the stairs, but we took it slow, chatting quietly about some of the other pieces that we’d seen at the show that we’d liked and pieces we’d hated or just didn’t get (i.e. female Captain Morgan with the bear). We laughed at chatty Stan who’s sock almost fell off twice, once “accidentally” as Natasha talked to him.

He led me up to the viewing deck, a nice balcony that looked over New York. The lights from the buildings and cars glittered like stars, an entire universe built into one city. Bucky moved his hand to my back and stayed quiet with me, letting me drink in the beauty below me. I could have stayed there forever, the warmth of his skin making me cozy.

“Thank you for being my model.” I mumbled after a long moment of silence.

He nodded, his fingers slowly sliding to my hip. “Since I did you that favor, I was wondering if I might have one in return?”

“Of course, anything.” I nodded, studying the way the windows on the buildings reflected the lights of the buildings around them, making everything infinitely brighter.

“Will you do me the pleasure of going on a date with me?” He asked softly, his lips almost at my ear. Suddenly the city was dull compared the beauty of the intimate moment he’d created between us. I looked up at him and was mesmerized by the way his eyes sparkled, his lips turned up into a smile as he held me closer than I had realized he was holding me.

It took me an embarrassingly long time to remember how to speak. “I said anything, didn’t I?” I replied. It was meant to come out snarky, cool and collected. It came out soft though. Even I could hear the wanting in my voice.

He smiled brilliantly, muting all the lights that twinkled below us, only for a moment as he lowered his mouth to mine, fireworks going off somewhere in the vicinity of our joined lips.

[rookthorne]

Why not attempt all of the tooth-rotting fluff, and make the lot of you book dentist appointments?

𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑼𝑵𝑰𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑬𝑺

―  BUCKY BARNES  ―

֎  Lumberjack!Bucky Barnes  —  Sturdy Roots, Strong Hearts ֎  Mechanic!Bucky Barnes  —  His Girls ֎  Modern!DILF!Bucky Barnes — Whispered Affections ֎  Modern!Bucky Barnes  —  Written in the Stars ֎  Nurse!Bucky Barnes  —  A Hero ֎  Paramedic!Bucky Barnes  —  Lights, Sirens and Sincerity ֎  Stripper!Bucky Barnes — Buried Inhibitions

―  STUCKY  ―

֎  Firemen!Stucky  —  Built Differently ֎  Tattoo Artist!Stucky  —  Garden of Ink

𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑭𝑰𝑪 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑻

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𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐁𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── 𝐊𝐄𝐘 ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

— 𝐀  = angst — 𝐖  = whump — 𝐈 = sick fic — 𝐃  = dark — 𝐃² = dead dove — 𝐏 = poly — 𝐊 = kid fic — 𝐅  = fluff — 𝐒  = smut

✧˚ · .   𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈𝐧𝐤

Ｂ１   ❥   𝗙𝗟𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗦𝗧 𝗔𝗨

───   Tattoo Artist!Stucky x Florist!F!Reader ──   𝐏 + 𝐅 ─   𝐀𝐎𝟑

Fairy Tales and stories always had one ending, that the prince would find his princess and all would be well; a masterful, happily ever after. You had never believed that would be you, not in your wildest dreams. Until the day that two knights in inked armour walked through the door of your castle and made themselves at home in your heart.

✧˚ · .   𝐓𝐁𝐑

Ｂ２   ❥   𝗠𝗘𝗘𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗦

───   AU!Pairing ──   𝐓𝐁𝐑 ─   𝐀𝐎𝟑

𝐓𝐁𝐑

✧˚ · .   𝐓𝐁𝐑

Ｂ３   ❥   𝗠𝗨𝗦𝗜𝗖 𝗙𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗩𝗔𝗟

───   AU!Pairing ──   𝐓𝐁𝐑 ─   𝐀𝐎𝟑

𝐓𝐁𝐑

✧˚ · .   𝐓𝐁𝐑

Ｂ４   ❥   𝗧𝗘𝗔𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗥

───   AU!Pairing ──   𝐓𝐁𝐑 ─   𝐀𝐎𝟑

𝐓𝐁𝐑

✧˚ · .   𝐓𝐁𝐑

Ｂ５   ❥   𝗠𝗢𝗩𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗢 𝗨𝗡𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗜𝗧𝗬 / 𝗖𝗢𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗚𝗘

───   AU!Pairing ──   𝐓𝐁𝐑 ─   𝐀𝐎𝟑

𝐓𝐁𝐑

✧˚ · .   𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐅𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝

Ｉ１   ❥   𝗖𝗢𝗙𝗙𝗘𝗘 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗣 𝗔𝗨

───   Modern!Barista!Bucky x Writer!F!Reader ──   𝐅 ─   𝐀𝐎𝟑

An ordinary, relaxing day of arriving at Bucky’s coffee shop and spending it working on a project was what you planned to do, however, a certain brunette had other ideas.

✧˚ · .   𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠

Ｉ２   ❥   𝗙𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗗 𝗙𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗬

───   Mechanic!Bucky x F!Reader ──   𝐅 ─   𝐀𝐎𝟑

Barnes Classics Restoration was a hive of activity — something was always going on within the walls of that garage, and you counted yourself lucky to be amongst it all.

✧˚ · .   𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝

Ｉ３   ❥   𝗡𝗨𝗥𝗦𝗘 / 𝗣𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗧

───   Nurse!Bucky x F!Reader ──   𝐅 + 𝐒 ─   𝐀𝐎𝟑

Novelties came and went as the years passed — the phases of costumes and trends passed you by with as little care as the last, but not this year. You were determined to make this a surprise that would take Bucky by storm, especially if you reaped the rewards of it. 

✧˚ · .   𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Ｉ４   ❥   𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗢𝗦

───   Tattoo Artist!Stucky x Florist!F!Reader ──   𝐏 + 𝐅 ─   𝐀𝐎𝟑

A long day led to a long week, snowballing into a long, long festive season. The boys — your knights in shining armour, residing in their castle of artistry — they knew long before you yourself did, and they had an idea of how to turn it around, to bring a smile to your lips and to restore your vitality.

✧˚ · .   𝐀𝐧 𝐎𝐥’ 𝐅𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐎𝐟 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐲

Ｉ５   ❥   𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗩𝗘𝗟 𝗔𝗨

───   CW!Bucky x F!Reader ──   𝐅 ─   𝐀𝐎𝟑

Bucky had been away for a long, long time, and your heart ached with missing him. Although, the time apart had allowed you to plan a surprise that would rock his world once he walked back through the door of your home, and into another era.

✧˚ · .   𝐓𝐁𝐑

Ｎ１   ❥   𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗘 𝗧𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚

───   AU!Pairing ──   𝐓𝐁𝐑 ─   𝐀𝐎𝟑

𝐓𝐁𝐑

✧˚ · .   𝐀 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭'𝐬 𝐄𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞

Ｎ２   ❥   𝗙𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗦𝗟𝗘𝗘𝗣

───  Firemen!Stucky x F!Reader ──   𝐏 + 𝐅 ─   𝐀𝐎𝟑

You should have known that things were never going to go to plan within that household — no matter how badly you wanted to start your day by treating your boys, they had other ideas, and accomplices. 

✧˚ · .   𝐓𝐁𝐑

Ｎ３   ❥   𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗘𝗥 𝗙𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗨

───   AU!Pairing ──   𝐓𝐁𝐑 ─   𝐀𝐎𝟑

𝐓𝐁𝐑

✧˚ · .   𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬

Ｎ４   ❥   𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗢𝗨𝗧

───   Closeted!Bodyguard!Stucky x Mafia!F!Reader ──   𝐏 + 𝐅 ─   𝐀𝐎𝟑

Suspicion and lies often led to the brash decisions that ended empires, whether they were justified or proven false, it didn’t matter — what was said and done could never be taken back. It was how you developed such a keen sense for divulging the truth, and what else could you have done with such temptation being placed on a silver platter in front of you?

✧˚ · .   𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

Ｎ５   ❥   𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗟𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥

───   Paramedic!Bucky x F!Reader ──   𝐅 ─   𝐀𝐎𝟑

After a bad night, you convalesce your slumber into the living room, only, when you awoke, something precious awaited you.

✧˚ · .   𝐓𝐁𝐑

Ｇ１   ❥   𝗕𝗘𝗔𝗖𝗛

───   AU!Pairing ──   𝐓𝐁𝐑 ─   𝐀𝐎𝟑

𝐓𝐁𝐑

✧˚ · .   𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐲

Ｇ２   ❥   𝗙𝗜𝗥𝗦𝗧 𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗦

───   DILF!Bucky x Babysitter!F!Reader ──   𝐀 + 𝐊 + 𝐅 ─   𝐀𝐎𝟑 

The first day of any new job was always the hardest — all the rules and roles to navigate while establishing yourself as someone reliable, trustworthy, and far too interested in your employer.

✧˚ · .   𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

Ｇ３   ❥   𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗡𝗘𝗥𝗦 𝗜𝗡 𝗖𝗥𝗜𝗠𝗘

───   Lumberjack!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader ──   𝐅 ─   𝐀𝐎𝟑

Acts of love never had to be something overstated or complicated — it lay in smaller actions. An offer to make lunch or a warm cup of drink; to do a chore or errand that the other dreaded, only to see their eyes brighten for thoughtfulness.  Bucky was much the same man as those who preferred smaller, intentional acts, and you presented him with the perfect opportunity. 

✧˚ · .   𝐀 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐰𝐨, 𝐨𝐟 𝐄𝐧𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

Ｇ４   ❥   𝗥𝗢𝗢𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗦

───   Modern!Bucky x F!Reader ──   𝐀 + 𝐅 ─   𝐀𝐎𝟑

They said fate worked in mysterious ways; the strings of destiny plucked and pulled and snapped at the leisure of those they controlled, but not you. The delicacy in which you handled the woven web was forever unseen and unprecedented, and your patience was to be rewarded in a way you least expected.

✧˚ · .   𝐓𝐁𝐑

Ｇ５   ❥   𝗙𝗜𝗥𝗦𝗧 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘

───   AU!Pairing ──   𝐓𝐁𝐑 ─   𝐀𝐎𝟑

𝐓𝐁𝐑

✧˚ · .   𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐀𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

Ｏ１   ❥   𝗠𝗨𝗧𝗨𝗔𝗟 𝗣𝗜𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚

───   Paramedic!Bucky x F!Reader ──   𝐀 + 𝐅 ─   𝐀𝐎𝟑

It was a trope that you had read over and over in books — never once did you think it would apply to you, and you’d be stuck in the same vicious circle of pining over your best friend, Bucky. But then, he came home one night after a rough shift, grief-stricken and in pain, and he proceeded to change everything.

✧˚ · .   𝐓𝐁𝐑

Ｏ２   ❥   𝗦𝗟𝗨𝗠𝗕𝗘𝗥 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗬

───   AU!Pairing ──   𝐓𝐁𝐑 ─   𝐀𝐎𝟑

𝐓𝐁𝐑

✧˚ · .   𝐓𝐁𝐑

Ｏ３   ❥   𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗣𝗢𝗦𝗔𝗟

───   AU!Pairing ──   𝐓𝐁𝐑 ─   𝐀𝐎𝟑

𝐓𝐁𝐑

✧˚ · .   𝐏𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐏𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲

Ｏ４   ❥   𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗖𝗟𝗨𝗕 𝗔𝗨

───   Stripper!Bucky x F!Reader ──   𝐅 ─   𝐀𝐎𝟑 

A venture to a club for a performance — the type that better suited the phrase ‘once in a lifetime’ — left you with far more than you could have ever anticipated for when you step out from the double, glass doors. The secrets within the lustful atmosphere weighed on your own thoughts, as did the vivid imagery of what happened up on that stage: the drag of heated palms over your clothes and the whispered words of praise that would fuel your sinful dreams for a time. Only, the source of your maladaptive daydreams waited for you outside.

✧˚ · .   𝐓𝐁𝐑

Ｏ５   ❥   𝗔𝗗𝗢𝗣𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔 𝗣𝗘𝗧

───   AU!Pairing ──   𝐓𝐁𝐑 ─   𝐀𝐎𝟑

𝐓𝐁𝐑

Card by the team at @anyfandomfluffbingo

[pagesoflauren]

Siren’s Call (Steve Rogers x reader; Pirate AU) - Ch. 4

Warnings: mentions of hanging/execution, swearing, Steve is an idiot

Previous Chapter

Steve spent the better part of the night spewing details of your face at the sketch artist, making sure everything was correct. When the man handed him the third draft of your sketch, Steve frowned.

“No, no, this is wrong,” he sighed.

“Captain, I followed all your descriptions about her.”

“I’m aware of that, but you got her chin wrong. It’s not as pointed. It looks too narrow here.”

He didn’t look up from the page to see the perplexed stares he got from everyone in the room, including Bucky. 

“And the, um,” he began, lightly tapping his top lip, “the thing, this little divet on her lips. It’s more pronounced.”

“Her...Cupid’s bow, Captain?” 

“Yes, her Cupid’s bow.”

“I’m sorry,” Bucky interjected, finally drawing Steve’s attention to him, “Captain, how do you know that?”

Steve hopes the flushing of his face isn’t so pronounced in the candlelight. How could he possibly explain that when he closes his eyes, he sees your face? He sees your smug smile when you know you’ve beat him, how one cheek has a more pronounced dimple than the other. He sees the coy look in your eyes when you look at him or the texture of your hair, wavy from years of being surrounded by the salty air of the ocean. 

“I just know, okay, Barnes?” he manages to say. He keeps his tone even, which even he is surprised by. 

Bucky doesn’t question it any further. 

Steve looks around at the confused looks of everyone before he slams the sketch on the desk. “Well, fix it! And I want it on every port in the Caribbean,” he commands.

“Captain, you forget your place--” the Commodore starts.

“I assure you I haven’t. This woman is dangerous. She is conniving and who knows what other trouble she’ll stir up with us? It’s like she lives to target the Navy, especially me! But I won’t have it anymore. I won’t stop until she’s hanging on the gallows on the beach as an example to all other damned pirates in the fucking Caribbean!” 

His rant is meant with silence.

“I’m sure we can accommodate your request, Captain Rogers,” the Commodore said awkwardly, trying to ease the tension that floated in the air of the room. 

Steve huffs and nods, angrily putting on his hat and marching out of the room.

“Barnes!” he barked.

Bucky followed after him.

Once back on the Avenger, Steve continued to bark orders to his crew, rousing them from sleep to shove off from the dock immediately, demanding a heading from Wilson. 

“Come on, Wilson, we don’t have all night, the longer we wait, the further away she gets.” 

“Beg your pardon, Captain, but there’s not much to go off of. From what I can gather based on the direction she ran in, the ship was docked in a lagoon on the other side of the island, mostly used by pirates to secretly make port. They could be anywhere between here and the next major port.” 

“Well, pick an island and tell us where to go,” he said exasperatedly, walking off to the quarterdeck. 

Bucky met eyes with the poor man who was trying his best.

“It’s alright, Sam,” he clapped him on the shoulder, “He’s been acting so odd all night since the fight.”

“You’d think he’d try to take it easy after something like that,” Sam replied, eyeing the Captain’s bandaged wrist and thigh. 

Bucky didn’t have much of a reply, other than shrugging. Sam went back to his maps and the first mate walked up the steps to the quarterdeck to stand next to his Captain.

“May I ask what that display was in the Commodore’s office?” Bucky asked, imitating his Captain’s stance, feet shoulder width apart, shoulders back, eyes straight, staring at the dark sea only illuminated by the silver light of the crescent moon. 

Steve inhaled deeply. “I can’t let her keep besting me.” 

“Is that all that it is?” Bucky asked suspiciously.

“What are you suggesting, Barnes?” the Captain turned to look at his first mate, eyes narrowed.

“It’s not usual for a naval officer to become extremely determined to capture one particular pirate...much less memorize every minute detail of said pirate’s face.” 

“What does this have to do with me?”

“I just can’t help but wonder if…” Bucky trailed off, unsure of whether or not to continue, unnerved at the idea of how his Captain would react.

“If what?” 

“...if there’s possibly another reason for your motivation.” 

Steve scoffed, “Well what other reason could there be?” he asked, turning his gaze back to the sea.

The brunet allowed himself to slip into ease, chuckling and looking down at his feet. “Forget that I even mentioned it.” 

Steve huffed again, looking expectantly at Sam as he approached him with a heading. He began shouting commands, the three men watching as the ship came to life, unfurling the sails and pushing away from the dock. Steve watched as Sam approached the helm, giving it a good turn as the ship headed to its next stop in pursuit of you.

“Captain, it’s best you stay on the ship.”

“And what? Let my crew make a fool of themselves when they get into the inevitable drunken quarrel?”

“I’ll keep an eye on them,” R replied, “and we’ll only stay for one night, anyway.” 

You raised a quizzical brow at him.

“I promise! We can’t risk someone seeing the ship. Those wanted posters are everywhere.”

Ah yes. 

You had seen them not long after your fight in the streets with Captain Rogers. Printed on parchment and on nearly every wall on every building at every port you’ve stopped at since then. Written in obnoxious letters under the word “Wanted” was the phrase “by order of Captain Rogers of His Majesty’s Navy.” Though your face was detailed and captured your likeness extremely well, you noticed the idiot didn’t even know your name. He referred to you as “The Captain of The Siren’s Call.” You and R had a long laugh about that. 

Jokes aside, you needed to tread carefully. You’d taken to tucking your hair into your hat and wearing a scarf around the lower half of your face. Few old friends from taverns and inns had maintained their loyalty to you, swearing they wouldn’t turn you in. Others, however, claimed that if you ever showed your face again, they’d hand you over.

When you rolled your eyes, he mirrored your expression. To add to the danger of you being recognized, he reminded you of something. 

“You remember the last time we made port here?” he asked, “You got into a fight at the local tavern!”

“Which is why I didn’t want to make port here,” you pointed out.

“Captain, we won’t last another day at sea without restocking. We need more bread and medicine.”

“Right,” you conceded, taking a seat. “Don’t get into any trouble.” 

The night was peaceful. Quiet moments on the ship were rare, though with just you on the ship hiding away, you grew bored quickly. 

You sat on the floor of the quarterdeck, looking up at the stars, remembering how you used to do this with your father. 

“They’re just dots in the sky, father.”

“And the islands are just shapes on a map,” he had chuckled. “Maps can lead you astray. The world will change. New islands will be discovered. But the stars will always be the same. They’ll always guide you.” 

You smiled to yourself at the memory of your father pointing at constellations telling you what they meant and the stories behind them. He told you how the stars moved throughout the night and the year, coming and going with the seasons. He taught you everything you could know about sailing.

Your memories overtook your senses, though you were jarred when a deep voice spoke.

“Captain of The Siren’s Call, in the name of His Majesty, for the crime of theft and piracy, you are under arrest.”

You still managed to smirk, even as you turned to face him. 

“Captain Rogers,” you say wistfully, “here to rescue me from the pirates again?”

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[helpinghanikan]

Soulmates

Avengers (and Matt Murdock) x Reader

Sum: Different Soulmate AUs for your reading pleasure. 

Steve Rogers: Name on wrist

           It was just another meeting with the lawyers on Fury’s personal retainer. Four men and women around a table, mountains of paperwork and nothing but droning voices. Making sure that he knew his rights, what people may try to trick him with and that he was a massive entitlement from the government.

           His chair squeaks the farther he leans backwards. Your hands clasp together under the chin, sleeve sliding past the wrist in an enticing manner. Top section of dark gray lettering revealing itself over the dark shirt sleeve.

           Seeing your name on the retainer list was like a shot of caffeine. It was the same spelling, holding his wrist against the small printed name just to make sure. He hadn’t looked at that name since he was woken from ice, assuming who ever he was meant to be with was either dead or close to it.

           He had the chance to check but lost it when all the lawyers nodded instead of shaking hands. For the third time that meeting yours eyes locked for a brief second before looking back down to your papers. By the fourth he was already looking your way and held it.

           Something about insurance, something about past personal affairs.

           From a clasped hands one slides down your marked arm. Cloth gently pulled downwards, showing more and more of skin until the black not-ink was shown raw. You pretend not to notice Steve staring, pretend to be the good lawyer listening to her colleague.

           Steven Grant Rogers

           His chair squeaks while turning. Your spot at the edge of the table allowed for the show. A sigh and he slides down in the chair, it was hot in the room, perfectly understandable that his sleeves be rolled up. Arm returning, palm up, to over his thigh. Same font, same spot was your first, middle and last name.

           Although there was no difference in volume, and impression from the other lawyers, the entire air turned cold. Clasped hands to your face, staring to the lawyers hoping they’d get your mental message of “hurry up and get out”.

           It’d be almost twenty minutes before they got the hint.

Tony Stark: Worlds become color

           He started playing the game in high school.

           “Everyone line up, lets see if any of you get to be Mister or Misses billionaire.”

           For maybe an hour he’d shake hands with every guest willing. An old tradition royalty and nobles did back during the time of swords and mead. The rich still tended to do this, either their child finds their soulmate and they go from there. Or their children became so tired of the years of searching and would give up. Willing themselves to marry within their station.

           It was like a game show for his guests, everyone scrambling for an invite just for the slim chance they see color.

           You were among the regular waitstaff for the Stark parties. A first out of college job while you worked your dreams as an artist. Rich people and their attitudes were always inspiration for your newest piece.

           It was an obvious order that Tony Stark’s hand cannot ever be empty. Black vest and white long sleeves made the staff practically invisible. Anyone near Tony was always ready to replace his empty crystal with a full one. It was four parties into your career with the Starks before you were up next to exchange the glass.

           He didn’t look over when you gently took the empty glass from the top rim. Carefully placing the full glass back into his grip, your fingers touch and the glass shatters.

           He’s brown hair and dark eyes made caramel in the sunlight. His sunglass, ruby red and silver framed, came off in a flash. The shattering of the glass grabbed everyone’s attention, but without Tony yelling (like other guests have in the past) no one made a move to see if anything could be done.

           People talk about meeting their mate and seeing the world’s colors. They talk about who the beauty of the world knocked the wind out of them. They never mentioned how you be left with no idea how to proceed.

           “Hi,” You whispered, starting with an introduction.

           His arm is around your back, pulling your hard into his center, the other held the back of your neck. Hug was tight, his face presses into the side of your neck like a closed mouth his.

Thor: Red string

           Confusion was a word too simple to explain your childhood life. All the pictures, all the story books and movies with the little red ribbons always led outwards. A direction into the world you were destined to follow. Yours didn’t do that, yours went straight upwards.

           “That’s stupid,” you friend said when you explained your ribbon. She didn’t believe you, no one you ever told believed you.

           Throughout your life different theories came and went; that your mate was an angel, an alien or maybe they were just dead. By middle school you knew what you had to do; you had to become an astronaut. Red line was going straight up and that’s where you had to go.

           First time it pointed towards somewhere on earth was a major shock. It wasn’t uncommon for people to take a pilgrimage following their ribbon sometime after high school. You honestly had a plan forming to try and find your fallen angel, but the ribbon shot skyward one morning without warning. It was so sudden that your drink spills all over your clothes.

           You never did become an astronaut liked you had dreamed. Not that you ever needed to, one look on the TV and you saw the red ribbon around the wall of the man with the hammer. Hands to your cheeks, how would you ever get to him?

Bucky Barnes: Injuries

         The moment you find your soulmate you’re gonna kick their ass.

           Walking to lunch your shoulder explodes in blood and bone across the tile. Shock keeps you from the pain but screams of your classmates would ring in your ears for years to come. Sirens, an ambulance ride and your resting in the hospital.

           It was like this since you were a new born. A massive injury would appear, and you’d be rushed to the hospital, then there’d be complete radio silence from your soulmate for up to years at a time. It happened several times throughout your life: blasted shoulder, a cut running from your hip to the knee, busted jaw and internal injuries that had you coughing blood. All of these were followed hours later by a headache that had you screaming.

           Bucky stared at you in horror as you tell the stories. Laughing at your story that was absolute terror at one point in your life and was now a funny story.

Natasha Romanoff: Markings you make they get

           It took some time before your mate wrote back. Years of small messages on forearms and little hearts over the collar bone all to get nothing back. The day your bestie ran up to you with a message of “Hi” in messy ink you almost cried.

           One morning, your senior year, there was a smiley face. Right corner of your mouth; two little lines, a dot and a curved line. The ink was thick, like from wet eyeliner, smearing when you touched it. Immediately a picture was taken. With your blue mascara you drew the smallest butterfly on your non-dominate wrist. It would be hours before they drew another, smallest little smiley on your shoulder.

           That was how your relationship for a majority of your life. They never responded with words to your questions you wrote out. Only little smileys and hearts on your body. Their way of saying; I’m still here, my Love, I’m still alive.

           It continued into your adult life, into your work with SHIELD as a lawyer and into that meeting with select Avengers. Steve Rogers, Vision and Natasha Romanoff, the unofficial representatives of the Avengers to the public world. You sat off to the side, little baby lawyer ready to be asked any question but only acknowledged at the beginning.

           Blue pen presses into your palm. Drawing a large heart and adding the little circles within it’s lines. Glancing up every now and then, making sure no one has suddenly decided you’re worth looking to.

           The swirls venture past your palm and onto your hand. Around the thumb, under the fingers and down to the wrist. You’re a grown adult with a college degree and your doodling on your hand. Realizing this you turn back tot eh table. Straightening up in time to see Miss. Romanoff looking right at you. You look away after making eye contact, only looking back to see her pen working below her thumb nail.

           Two little dots and a curved line appeared on your thumb.

Bruce Banner: First thing said

           “Hello, anybody here?” you spoke years before the big guy, when he was just a regular scientist, working to add to his collection of PHDs.

           “Yeah, over here.” With no pain black ink sketched over both your wrists.

           The interaction was small; you, a professor’s assistant popping in to grab a forgotten file. He, one of said professor’s students preferring the lab over whatever fun his fellow classmates were doing.

           “I just need…these.” You said grabbing the file off the nearby table and went on your way. “Oh, okay, goodnight.”

           That was the extent of your interaction. You didn’t even say goodnight before disappearing into the hallway. It took a few hours before Bruce noticed his arm, for you it’d be the next morning.

           Yeah, over here. Who the fuck said that to you? You greet and talk to so many people at your job, who the hell said yeah, over here to you?

           Bruce wasn’t doing any better, there were several people that came into the lab. All asking around the same type of question if the lab was empty or not. Both of you spending the rest of the week trying to remember.

           It wasn’t until a case of déjà vu that both of you genius dumbasses realized.

           “Hello, anybody in here?”

           “Yeah, over here.”

           The few second silence was the human equivalent of the dial-up noise.

T’challa: Same heart beat

           Yours knees were bruised, hitting the tile floor before the rest of your body. Elbows were next, and then your face followed. Wavering before finishing sideways on the company kitchen floor.

           Most get used to these heart problems early on in life. When your Mate decides to run and jump and play while you have to go to bed, when you visit a haunted house and your mate is probably suffering at every turned corner. It was amazing that yours was still alive, since the start of your adult life, your heart has randomly skyrocketed so many times you had gotten used to it.

           Slowly down, though. Lowering until you were on your knees, that was something new. Hand to your heart your eyes roll back, hitting the ground.

           It was over a day before you woke up. Heart rate began racing again, Nurse looking between you and the monitor, hand on your wrist and asking; “What does your mate do?”

           “Piss me off."

Pietro: Whatever they taste

         It’s two-forty-six in the morning, and you taste seafood.

           Your soulmate must weigh at least three hundred pounds at the rate in which he is eating. From hearty meats to thick pastas in the early morning, late night soups and midday sweets. Mostly candy and ice cream a few times when you’re trying to focus.

           Taking a test and strawberry candy is in the back of your throat. Middle of the work day and you’re drooling over some perfect, medium rare steak.

           You almost felt bad that all they were getting in return were Ramen noodles and microwave popcorn.

Peter Parker: last thing said.

           “I’ll finish it tonight.”

           Something said hundreds of times a day in a high school. Students promising teachers and kids promising parents. Because of this Peter had spent years staying on his toes. Aunt May made it her duty to try and calm her nephew, telling him that “It was okay, that’s long long off.” With his aunt’s kind words, he’s never worried about the writing on his wrist.

           “See you tomorrow.” You had said, project in your arms.

           It would be later that night Peter looked at his wrist. I’ll finish it tonight, he scrubs at it out of habit. Maybe the dark not-ink would scrub away, thus making his soulmate immortal.

           Aunt May sits forward on the couch when he comes out. Hands over mouth, she doesn’t respond to “what’s wrong?” Peter taking a seta next to her, quiet as the feed plays through the small apartment.

           A missed placed screw in a cars engines and the brakes still work, for a time. They give out during that brief dream like moment when traffic is moving. Panic and the driver can’t stop, panic and she veers to avoid pedestrians, head first into a sidewalk where citizens and shoppers had a few second window to run.

           Casualties were in the single digits, they’d grow as the night continued. With the driver clutching his head and sobbing the news caster could only say the cause was still under investigation.

           A memorial was already in the works at Midtown in your honor.    

Stephen Strange: Mark where they touch you first

           Shifting colors from pink, to purple, to blue and into red play underneath your skin and stitches. The surgery wasn’t long, just a small one to remove a screw driver after a serious fall. It was enough that you had to be put under. Waking up hours later with a new glowing side.

           For years you’ve been convinced you’d never have soul-mate. No charcoal black spot on your skin anywhere. Friends with black wrist and dark knuckles, one boy had a perfect handprint plain on his cheek. You’d later find out he was to be slapped by the mother of his three children. You’d lie and tell the world that your mark was “somewhere private”. This only suggested that yours was going to be an unsavory character.

           The colors were faded under your skin. A sunset waiting to escape from the confines of meat and stitches. You had noticed them after waking from the surgery.

           “Who did the surgery?” You had asked the nurse when she popped her head in.

           “I don’t- I’ll find out.” He said quickly leaving the person holding their gown chest high.

           Only one of the surgeons had come out from the operating room with different colors. He was tall, all leg and arm with the right fingers and dark hair. Even back then he had a swagger confidence, one that had you second guessing the choices of whatever paired off soulmates.

Matt Murdock: Danger meter

           8

           One inch below your dominate hand was an eight, written like a scar over the thickest vein. It shifted and changed throughout your life, starting at a one on the day of your birth and growing through the years.

           Never in your life would you think that number belonged to Matt. The blind man who is constantly bumping into things and hurting himself on air. Not many bothered in trying to find their mates, it was honestly almost impossible to tell. You were among those people, choosing your blind boy needing protection over those that fit the number.

           Your arm would be intertwined with his whenever out. Other hand at the constant ready to move or warn Matt about the dangers of the world. You had only ever glanced at Matt’s wrist once, a deep three on his pulse point. This was the average number for an unarmed adult with one or two self-defense classes. All this told you was that it’d be a real fight if his soul-mate ever showed up.

           You don’t see the smirk Matt always had when you take his arm. You sleep too deep to hear the shifting bed and any injury is excused, his smirk coming back as you lecture about he being more careful. You’re only mildly aware of his thumb during the quiet moments. His thumb sliding over the pulse point, slight pressure on the thickest vein, little figure eights over an number you don’t care about.

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Carol Danvers

           Airforce captain Carol Danvers, going under the Alias Captain Marvel was a turning point in… The article only told her name once. The rest referring to both her, and the entire assault party, by their alias names.

           Not that she was really brought up again. Just like almost every cover of the battle it was almost entirely dedicated to Tony Stark.

           You really should be mourning with the rest of the world. Instead your dead looking eyes were switching through the internet. Looking for anything small or large about Captain Marvel. Most of what you found were of military photos, which would mean your destined woman was not only a beauty but a fighter. And the rest were straight up balls of light streaking the sky in the nineties and only a few recently, although no less colorful and powerful. Which could mean your enemy was an incredibly powerful force.

           It might be best to just try and not find out which she was.

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Shang-Chi

In terms of the meter a one means your mate is perfectly safe, cozy, and comfy. While a ten means your mate has a bullet flying right at them. It’s hard to remember the last time your meter was below a three.

This was the number equivalent of being near a large and aggressive dog. In elementary school you didn’t understand what exactly this meant. Only that teachers, parents and adults were always double checking your wrist. Asking how old you were and then letting you go with a sigh. Changing the subject to something more fun.

Eventually you had to learn what the meter meant. Especially in middle school when the meter randomly shot up to eight and stayed there for several months.

Stress and heartache for someone you had never met brought with it dropping grades and very late nights. It also brought with it a new personal and family rule of bracelets and long sleeves. As the only thing that could be done was to have the “out of sight, out of mind” approach.  

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Broke But Not Broken

MASTERLIST

Part I

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: 2,629

Summary: The Reader escapes a horrific past. She meets new friends, but will she be able to trust them?

Warnings: Angst, implied physical and sexual abuse.

Inspiration/Chapter Soundtrack:

“Broke But Not Broken” - Artist vs Poet

“All The King’s Horses” - Karmina

A/N: My first fic ever. Still not complete but I’m going to finish writing this out and post it before I post anything else. ❤️❤️❤️

The Greyhound bus lurches to a stop, the massive vehicle hissing as the brakes are released. You jolt awake grasping the cracked seat in front of you for balance. Panic laces itself around your heart as your sleep addled brain attempts to orient itself.

Where am I?

You glance up at the message board and watch as the destination slowly loops across the screen.

3765: Brooklyn, Smith St.

Okay, so you’d made it to... Brooklyn? Isn’t that the stop you’re supposed to get off at? You run shaky fingers over your mussed braid of hair. The tight denim skirt you are wearing didn’t have pockets so you had resorted to keeping the ticket in your bra.

Trying to discreetly pull it out, you pull the slightly crumpled ticket out and check the city name on it. Yes. Brooklyn.

Clenching the ticket in your hands you get up and stumble towards the front of the bus. You keep your head down low, walk down the steps and onto the dark street outside. You stall, unsure of what to do now. Other people getting off the bus try to move past you, some pausing to glare or give you disgruntled looks. One elderly man nudges you between the shoulder blades.

“Get a move on, girl!” He grouses.

Startled, you shuffle to the side and out of the way as the remaining passengers exit. There is a chill to the night air. You shiver and hug your arms close to your body. The short sleeved, rather revealing blouse did nothing to protect you from the elements. Neither did the skirt. The ill-fitting, borrowed sneakers you wear are beginning to pinch now that you are standing instead of sitting in the bus chair. You didn’t care. You were finally beginning to feel it.

Freedom.

You breathe in deeply, hold it in for a moment, and release it. The air reeks of motor oil, stale cigarette smoke, and urine. It should bother you as it probably would most people. You watch the passengers as they head off to the depot or parking lot, some meeting family you supposed, others alone.

You began to follow where most of the people went, walking apprehensively down the sidewalk and passed the depot. The noise of the buses rumbling and faint talking gave way to more urban sounds.

Cars drove by, brakes squealed, a police siren is either coming or going from where you are. You weren’t too sure. Someone was throwing trash out in an alley as you walk by, causing you to jump when something like glass broke once it hit the bottom of the dumpster.

You’re beginning to shiver again, although this time it wasn’t from the cold. You had initially been elated stepping off that bus. However, getting on and off that bus had been your only goal in the wee hours that morning. You had left with two hundred dollars, now a little less than that after purchasing the bus fare.

You had no idea where to go from here or where to stay. You were safe only in the sense that you were miles away from where you ever wanted to be again.

There came a faint sound of a woman laughing. You lift your head up and see a small cluster of women, all in various revealing apparel, watching disinterested as cars pull up to the curb. You halt as one of them came up to a sedan and stuck her head in to talk to the driver. They had a short exchange and then she opens the passenger door and gets in. The sedan drove off with its newest occupant. You falter, attempting to decide if you should continue walking ahead towards them as you were doing or to turn and go another direction.

In your contemplation you didn’t hear the man’s foot falls coming up behind you.

“Hey there, sweetheart. How much to spend the night here with yours truly?” The man sidles up to you and snakes his arm around you middle.

You squeak and try to shove him off. In your attempts to extract yourself the man adjusts you in his arms until your facing him.

“Aw c’mon babe. I ain’t gonna bite ya... much.” He winks and guffaws, the acrid scent of beer and halitosis making you want to gag.

Balding and sporting about a day’s worth of beard growth the man gives you a particularly nasty, yellowed, toothy grin. He’s a good foot and a half taller than you, and although he didn’t look strong, as the spare tire around his middle suggested, he certainly has a vise grip on you.

You whimper and shake your head, wanting to scream the word ‘no’ but it feels like your throat is closing off. You gasp in short bursts trying again to shove him away.

No, no, no. This can’t happen again. This won’t happen again.

The man began to pull you further down the nearest alleyway. He backs you up to the rough brick wall and begins to paw at your breasts. You screw your eyes shut and try to push him back, placing your hand against his jaw and forcing his head back. He ducks and peppers your neck in kisses. You feel him slide something between your cleavage and hear the unmistakeable sound of a zipper. His hand trails up your thigh, under the skirt. The tightness in your throat finally snaps.

“NO!”

You rear your hand back and swing it out and across his face in a satisfying slap. He stumbles back, releasing you and clutching the side of his face. Your fingers claw the brick behind your back as you gasp out sobs.

The man stares wide-eyed at you, pulling his hand away from his cheek. Blood collects in the corner of his mouth. He reaches back up to swipe at it and looks back at his hand. When his eyes snap up to you all the drunken humor is gone.

“You bitch! What’s the matter with you?! I paid ya, didn’t I?! Now I’m gonna get off-“ he comes at you again. You cry out cowering against the wall as he grasps a fistful of your hair.

You shut your eyes again and wait for the pain to begin... but nothing comes. You hear a loud thwack and the man’s hand loosens its grip in your hair. Strands of your messed up braid fall across your face as you look up to see the man doubled over with a slim, dark woman standing over him, a rather large handbag slung over one of her denim clad shoulders. Her pose exudes confidence and power, as does the crystal studded bustier under a cropped denim jacket. A form-fitting, hot pink, latex mini skirt is wrapped around her hips ending in long, cocoa colored legs.

“I do believe the lady told you no. And when a lady says no, she means it.” She says in a feigned high feminine voice. She turns and walks away when the man rolls to his side and mutters,

“Bitch..”

The woman whirls around and gives a swift kick to his groin with her stiletto heel. His groans double in volume.

“Who you callin’ bitch?!” The woman’s voice drops several octaves into a decidedly masculine voice.

She adjusts her cropped jacket and slings the handbag back over her shoulder. The woman glances down at you and offers her other hand. You hesitantly accept it with trembling fingers. Your eyes dart from her back to the moaning man on the ground.

“Now honey, if your gonna take a man’s money and then stiff him on the goods you gotta learn how to make a quick getaway.”

You gape at her, eyes wide and glassy. You shake your head vigorously attempting to force words out, but you could feel the words stick in your throat before they made it out of your mouth. She studies you for a moment. Eyes narrowing, she asks, “You ain’t from around here are you babygirl?”

Again, you can’t manage more than a shake of your head. The woman takes another appraising look.

“Word of advice? Dressing like… that will send the wrong message to folks ‘round here.” You look down at yourself and hunch forward, trying to cover as much of yourself as you can. The wind picks up and you shiver.

“Well then,” the woman says as she struts back down the alley. She turns on her heel and cants her head towards the street. “time to put you in some new digs hun.”

•••

Cici, as you learn is the woman’s name, takes you to a local thrift shop to find more suitable attire for the late fall weather. The store clerk looks a tad disgruntled as the two of you stroll in ten minutes to closing time. However, he doesn’t seem too put out as CiCi begins to pile some shirts, pants, and coats into your arms. Guess he can’t pass up a chance to make a buck. Every now and then she pulls out a top, clicks her tongue, then holds it up to you for inspection. Sometimes the shirt goes into the pile, other times back on the rack.

As far as you could tell CiCi was by all accounts physically a man, but for the present time wished to be viewed as a woman. You wonder a bit as to why being near her wasn’t becoming a stressor when the man in the alley and even the store clerk were making you want to crawl into a hole and hide. Perhaps it was because all she seemed to want from you was to have a dress-up doll.

Another pair of pants make it into the pile. Did she have a hobby of picking up random people and making them shop with her?

“Alright baby,” CiCi turns back to you as you make it down the small aisle of clothing racks and towards the back of the store. Situated between a men’s hat display and a small section of woman’s scarves sits a makeshift fitting room. Which was simply PVC pipes connected together and black fabric looped around all sides. She parts the fabric and stands by, “go on ahead and try them on. See what you like.”

You shuffle passed her into the small space. CiCi lets the curtain fall behind you. Inside there’s a full length mirror propped up against the back wall. Next to the mirror stands a small, fold out chair. You discard the pile of clothes onto it, a few errant pieces falling onto the floor. Slowly, you glance towards your reflection.

It had been a while since you’d seen yourself in full. Sure you could look down at your own body and had occasion to see your face in mirrors before, but this was the first time since your life had become the horror it had been for the past three years. In the stark fluorescent light of that shop it was like you had finally awoken and could see clearly. It was as though you looked upon a stranger. You were much thinner and paler than you could ever remember. Even the structure of your face seemed wrong. Much too boney and sharper; too dark circles ringing your eyes. They looked alien, much too round and large. You look back into your reflected eyes and see… nothing. No life. Just a defeated, broken thing that was barely clinging to life by the fingertips.

You stifle a sob that threatens to break from your lips. Reaching down and picking up a discarded dress from the store floor you drape it over the mirror. It wasn’t long enough to completely cover but at least now all you can see is the lower half of your legs and feet. Taking a moment to steady your breathing you start to try on the clothing. You find disrobing difficult. Hard to make yourself feel vulnerable in a foreign place when that was all you’d known for so long. Yet, you knew you didn’t want to remain dressed in the clothes that he picked and forced you to wear.

Bolstering your courage you quickly shuck the blouse and skirt off your body and sift through the pile, looking for what will cover you the most. Thankfully, CiCi had snagged rather modest clothing. You try on a series of long sleeved shirts; a few that you rejected for being too low cut or falling off the shoulder. The pants faired better though most were too long and went past your feet. You bent and rolled up the cuffs, satisfied when they reached just to your ankles.

After trying on everything CiCi had given you, you settled on three of the long sleeved tops, two lightly worn jeans, and a tan trench coat. Opening the curtain you meekly shuffle out in one of your newly chosen outfits. You knew you probably needed to take the outfit off in order to purchase it but you just couldn’t bring yourself to change back into the clothes you’d come in. They remained in a crumpled heap with the other clothing.

With one long finger hooked under her chin CiCi assesses the outfit. After she finishes her inspection of you she nods her head once.

“Now don’t you look as pretty as a picture? Shall we go on ahead and buy these and get outta here?” You dip your head low and roll your shoulders forward. CiCi tsks.

“Oh honey, none of that now. We’re gonna have to work on that.” You flush, and hunch over even further. Cici merely shakes her head and begins back down the aisle to the front. As you follow her you glance up to the racks of clothing. Among some of the shirts labeled large you notice a light gray cable knit sweater peaking out, warm and inviting. You pause for a moment then set your items down and reach for it. It feels soft and thick. Pulling the sweater off its hanger you put it on. The woolen quality made it feel a little heavy, but that brings you relief. You feel… safe. This too would make it out with you. When you reach the cash register you hand over the clothes in your arms to the clerk.

The clerk eyes your attire with suspicion, as though you would try to make off with something without paying. He quickly glances towards CiCi, who simply reaches over and commenced plucking the tags off everything you now currently wearing. You tense a little as she does so. Finished, CiCi places the tags upon the counter between you and the clerk one eyebrow quirked in challenge.

The muscles in the clerk’s jaw twitch but he begins scanning the tags. As he totaled everything up you realize you’d have to get your money out to pay. Money that was still tucked away in your bra. You turn to begin fishing out the bills when he clerk says how much it all cost.

“Don’t worry baby, this one’s on me.” You look back over your shoulder and watch as CiCi drops the money into the clerk’s expectant hand. You marvel at her, standing there stupidly as the clerk hands you a plastic bag with your things. Suddenly a lump begins to form in your throat making it hard to breathe. Tears make your vision swim. CiCi pats your arm and rubs it soothingly.

“Now, now. There’s no time for all that nonsense. I am starving. Let’s you and I go get us something to eat.”

So you and CiCi once again make your way out onto the street. Your new clothes, the first real possessions you’d had in a long, long time, in tow.

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11 Minutes

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Based on 11 minutes by Halsey & YungBlud

ONE : DENIAL

He shoots up from his bed, breathing heavy, a thin layer of sweat covering his body. Though that was the last thing on his mind. His brain raced with thoughts, only of one thing ; her. He flicks his wrist up, his eyes catching on the timer that had began its deadly countdown. He had 11 minutes. 11 minutes to get to her. He’s out of the bed in seconds, wasting no time as he yanks open his front door, looking in both directions before turning left and darting down the street. He knows where she is, he knows where to find her, and he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to get to her.

He thinks he’d sell his soul for a bit more time with her.

2 days ago, he’d gotten a call from a pay phone number. He’d frowned, unsure who it could be, but picked up nonetheless.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Bucky. I- Uh-, I’m in town this week, I was wondering if you wanted to grab coffee, maybe?”

He couldn’t believe that it was her voice he was hearing. Her ; the woman he’d loved ever since he was a teenage boy. They were 19, having a sort of summer romance that became so much more. He’d fallen in love with her, as she had him. But they were so young, that had no idea what it meant to love, how to build a relationship. They fucked it up, both of them. And she’d left, telling him that it wasn’t going to work between them. It’d broken his heart, honestly. She’d left a stain on his body like red wine. When he looked back now, he thought of how stupid he’d been. He was young, naive and in love. He couldn’t believe that he was being granted the wish that he’d hoped for for the last 5 years. The chance to reconcile with her, to tell her he loved her, that he wanted to be with her. That she was the one for him.

“Yeah. Yeah, that sounds great, Y/N. I’ll meet you at our spot tomorrow?”

“Yeah sure. See you.”

Tomorrow came quickly, that he was thankful for. He’d managed to bag their favourite booth in the small cafe, and had ordered their favourite drinks as he waited. She texted him.

Y/N - “I’m 11 minutes away, Bucky. I’ve missed you. I can’t wait to see you.”

It made his heart jump, the thought of being able to see her made him giddy. The waitress placed the drinks down on the table, and he thanked her, and then waited patiently. 11 minutes go by, and there’s no sight of her. 11 minutes becomes 20, then 40, and before he can tell 2 hours have gone and her hot chocolate is cold and all he can think is that she’s stood him up. Of course she had, she must’ve changed her mind last minute. It shattered his heart all over again. He stared down at his coffee, which had long gone cold itself, as he began to wonder what could’ve been, had she shown up. He’s distracted by the sound of the waitress turning up the small TV in the corner. And he thinks as soon as he sees the breaking news banner flash across the screen he knows what’s happened.

“- the young females car collided with another, sending her car flipping across the road. Emergency services were called but unfortunately she was pronounced dead when ambulance arrived.”

His world seemed to stop moving. She’d been 11 minutes away, when a car had come from nowhere and ploughed into her side, crushing her on impact. And he’d been here, in that stupid cafe, waiting like a lovesick idiot as she died, afraid and alone.

11 fucking minutes away.

He’s racing down alleyways, rounding sharp street corners in an attempt to reach her in time. He flicks up his wrist - 7 minutes - he’s still got 7 minutes. He rounds another corner, a knocks straight into a woman carrying numerous bags of shopping. He apologises profusely, scrambling to his feet as he continues running, not deterred from his task. Another corner is rounded, and his breathing is getting shallow, but he can’t stop now. He’s not looking where he’s going and he trips on uneven ground, and as he hits the ground, he watches in despair as the clock counts down the final seconds.

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TWO : ANGER

He’s wakes suddenly, flicking his wrist up, as the countdown from begins again. He’s got 11 minutes to get to her. He’s been given another chance to reach her, and he won’t waste it. He’s running again, rounding corners here and there, running so quickly that he doesn’t see that lady with all those fucking bags, but he doesn’t care at this point. He pushes past her, not stopping to gather her things for her. Those precious seconds couldn’t be wasted. His breathing is heavy and his legs ache, his heart beats harshly against his ribcage, but he doesn’t care. For her, he’d walk through hell and back. He forgets where the uneven pavement is, tripping again, punching the ground in undetainable anger as he pushes himself onto his feet again.

1 minute, 43 seconds.

He’s closer this time, he can make it ; he hopes. But hope is lost, because he’s closer, but not close enough. As he charges through the tunnel the pathway weaves under, his watch beeps obnoxiously, and the numbers turn to 0. He slows to a stop, unable to breathe but not bothering to care.

He’s lost again.

He’s lost her again.

THREE : BARGAINING

The damn alarm sounds again, ripping its way through the silence of his grey apartment.

11 minutes. He won’t fuck it up this time.

He grabs a jacket, pulling it on before throwing open his door, and he’s off again, running against time itself to save the woman he loves. He won’t fail a third time, he can’t. He’ll stop her from fucking dying even if it kills him.

8 minutes left, and he’s swerving around the lady and her bags, missing her completely. He jumps over the uneven pavement, and there’s still 3 minutes left, and he can’t believe that he’s gonna do it this time, he’s going to save her. He rounds the final corner, and he can see it, her black car flipped onto its roof, the smashed glass of the windows scattered around her. She lay there, unusually still but alive, as he races to the end of the street. He’s so close, he sees the blood trickling from the wound on her head, he sees the glass shards that stick to her skin but he knows that if he can just make it to her then he can save her.

And as he’s mere metres away, a force pulls him back. He can’t explain it, but it holds him, forces him to watch as the love of his life takes her final breath, the ambulance siren heard in the background. He pulls at the force, the tears streaming down his cheeks as he begs it, pleads to it to let him save her.

He cries out, “Y/N, I’m here. I promise, I love you I-“ he struggles to breathe, to hear, to see. But he still begs.

“No, Please, Please! No, I love her, please, let me go, I love her so much I can’t please-“

He screams his voice raw, sobs wrecking through his frame as the force drops him, and he collapses to his knees. His eyes dare to look to his wrist, where the blinking red 00:00 is displayed.

And he’s failed again.

FOUR : DEPRESSION

The beeping wakes him, sounding through his groggy apartment. He pays no mind. Yesterday’s football game plays quietly on the small TV, but he drowns the noise out the best he can. He brings his knees up to his chest, hands going up to his hair and he pulls harshly at the strands. She used to gently pull at his hair, he remembers. He’ll never feel that again. The beeping continues, and he looks at his watch, to confirm that the countdown has begun again.

10 minutes, 45 seconds.

But he doesn’t move.

Whatever kind of sick joke this was, forcing him to relive his pain, then taking her away again as soon as he was so close to saving her. 11 minutes wasn’t enough time to reach her, but that was the sickest part. Giving someone the hope that they can save the one they love, when they know it wasn’t enough time to begin with. He thinks perhaps it’s funny, that he even bothered trying in the first place. He knew 11 minutes wouldn’t be enough time and yet he tried so fucking hard to reach her. He supposes that showed how much he loved her. And how much he’d let her down. He simply couldn’t reach her. And he doesn’t think he’ll ever forgive himself.

There’s 9 minutes left and he’s in the bar, head resting on the counter, as he drinks countless amounts, hoping to drown himself and his thoughts. 9 minutes becomes 6, and shot after shot he’s trying to forget about her. Forget that he’d been given more chances that most and he still couldn’t get to her. His heart aches for her, because he’s so goddamn in love with her that he doesn’t know what to do. She deserved the world and he couldn’t give it to her.

He’s throwing peanut shells onto the floor, watching how they crumble as they hit the ground, and his eyes catch the numbers counting down on his watch.

3

2

1

He bangs his head down on the counter, the guilt of not at least attempting to reach her again and despair washing over him.

But what could he possibly do?

FIVE : ACCEPTANCE

He slowly blinks his eyelids open, his first thoughts are of her (aren’t they always?), and he looks to his side with a sigh. He remembers all the times they’d had together when they were younger. When they were in love. He recalled the time they’d played video games together on his couch, and she’d attempted to distract him with a kiss so that she could get the upper hand and win. (He’d let her win anyway, but still.) He thinks of how she used to straddle his back as he slept, using her markers to draw colourful drawings across the landscape of his back. He was always fascinated by her artistic ability. His mind flashes the moments where she’d laughed - god he missed that laugh - at some stupid joke he’d made, or how she even managed to make him cackle with laughter, something not many could do.

He thinks of the 11 minutes that were stolen from them, a measurement of time that he’d never get back. Those few precious minutes that meant a lifetime of regret and yearning and loving. As the final seconds tick down, he finds himself smiling as he falls back into slumber. He thinks of her.

The alarm rings through the room, but he doesn’t stir. He thinks of her. And he thinks he’ll be okay.