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All Dressed Up

A/N:  My entry for the fabulous @evanstanwrites 700 followers challenge.

Prompt: I either dress like I’m going to a red carpet event or like a homeless drug addict, there’s no in between.

Pairing:  Tom Hiddleston x Female Reader

You and Tom have been dating for some time and you feel like the relationship has gone stale.  You decide that Tom’s wardrobe needs an overhaul based on his worn out and ratty clothes.  But will Tom appreciate the gesture? 

Rating: Teen 

Word Count: 2277

Warnings:  Swearing, implied smut if you squint super hard.

Tag List:  @winterisakiller @nonsensicalobsessions @hiddlesbitch1 @drakefiance

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��I think Tom and I’s relationship is getting stale,” you complained while you stirred your coffee.

Your best friend stared from across the table in some state of disbelief.

“I don’t buy that,” she replied, “the two of you are always trying new things.”

You grumbled as you picked at the blueberry scone on the plate. You let the crumbs coat your fingers as you thought about the first year of your relationship with Tom. The start had been thrilling and adventurous. The two of you had met at a BAFTA event. Tom looked devastatingly handsome in his single-breasted tux. The beginnings of his now full beard just starting to show themselves.

The two of you had wined and dined those first several months, whether at restaurants or at your respective homes. But all that faded into the background, once you moved in with Tom. Fancy suits and pretty dresses had given way to threadbare shirts and workout clothes.  “Well, I think the honeymoon phase is over. Most nights are TV on the couch and snoring in the bedroom. He doesn’t even try anymore.”

“How do you mean?”

“Well… when we first got together, we both put such effort in our appearance. But now, I’m lucky if he is wearing pants without holes in them!”

“Maybe he is trying to tell you something,” your friend replied with a wink, trying to lighten the mood.

“Yeah, that he needs new clothes! I swear Tom will wear something into the ground and just wish he would put more of an effort sometimes. it is like I am dating a hobo and not a world class actor.”

“Trying telling him that.”

Your eyes lit up as an idea popped into your head.

“I have an even better idea!”

You paid the bill as you said your goodbyes. Your best friend noticed that glint in your eyes. Your ideas rarely worked out. She just hoped you didn’t anything too stupid or crazy. But there was no use in trying to stop you.

As soon as you got home, you rushed into your shared closet. Instead of telling Tom you wanted he dress nicer, you thought you just show him. Tom was out of town for a few days, completing some reshoots on his most recent project. Just enough time to put your plan into action. First off, you grabbed all the jeans from his side, throwing them on the bed. Carefully examining each pair, you threw out any pairs with any holes. That left about three pairs. You repeated the process with his sweaters and shirts.

Once done,  you turned to the dresser. The workout clothes were the worst. Nearly everything had stains, holes, or rips. There was only one outfit worth keeping. You realized you would need to replace much of Tom’s wardrobe. But first you needed to get rid of the old clothes to prevent their re-entry into Tom’s wardrobe rotation. It took several bags and three trips to the dumpster.  Just as you shut the door, the phone rang.  It was Tom.  

“Hello, honey!”

“Hello, darling. You sound out of breath. What on earth are you doing?”

You panicked. You would rather not tell Tom your plans just yet for fear he would make you fish the clothes out of the bin.

“Just some spring cleaning. Just wanted the place to look nice when you get back.”

“That’s unnecessary, darling, but I appreciate the thought. I love our home as long as you are in it.”

You winced as the sweet words came from his mouth. Should you go through this? Maybe you should just talk to him? You thought about digging out his clothes.

“Y/N? You okay?”

Tom’s voice snapped you out of your mental quandary and back to reality.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little tired. Hey, I was thinking about picking up some new clothes. Just to replace some worn-out things. Need anything?”

Tom contemplated a moment before responding.

“Not that I can think of. But have fun and don’t forget to pick out a dress for Ben’s party on Saturday. Shit! You had forgotten about Benedict and Sophie’s party. You can’t remember the occasion, but the dress code was cocktail wear. Your worry melted away into joy. This would be the perfect time to make your point.

“Thank you for reminding me. I think I will pick out something new.”

The two of you said your goodbyes and hung up the phone and wiped sweat from your brow, not sure if it was from the physical exertion or the act of lying to Tom. Convincing yourself the lie was for the best, you set off to finish your tasks.

***

You spent most of the next day in stores. First up was Nike, where you dropped what felt like a small fortune replacing Tom’s jogging attire. All black naturally. Now if you just get him to stop layering all at once in the winter. You hit up John Smedley and picked up two new sweater, one blue and one blue-gray. It was a new color for Tom, but you thought it would bring out his eyes. Not like he needed any help.

You scoured the shops for the perfect dress for Saturday; you finally found it at Coast. It was low cut but tasteful and the color complemented your skin tone and eye color. If this didn’t get the blood flowing, you didn’t know what would. You lugged all the purchases and set out putting it all away. You had just clipped the last tag and folded the last shirt when you discovered a key turning in the lock.

“Tom!”

You rushed down the hall and took a running leap at him. Tom dropped his bag just in time to catch you as you slid across the floor into his arms. He steadied the two of you before clasping your face and pulling you into a deep kiss.

“I have missed you,” he breathed as the two of you parted.

“I missed you too,” you replied, and you pecked his lips again.

Tom headed up to the bedroom to unpack, while you headed to the kitchen to start on supper.

“Y/N!”

You heard Tom call to you across the house. His voice sounded neither happy nor mad but there was a tone of concern. You shuffled up to the bedroom to face the conversation you had been dreading. You arrived to see Tom staring into a drawer.

“What is all this?”

“Workout clothes,” you quipped back, ignoring the real question.

“I noticed. What happened to the old ones? Like my Nike sweatshirt and shorts.”

“I replaced them. With the same stuff. Just without the holes and stains.”

You avoided eye contact.

“But I liked the old ones.”

You could pick up an edge when he said liked. You may have miscalculated his attachment to the old clothes. Too late to go back, you trudged forward into what was looking now like an argument.

“I know but they looked so ratty so I threw them out,” you mumbled as you headed into the closet, hoping he wouldn’t hear or notice your words.

How wrong you were.

“You.. WHAT?!?”

Tom appeared at the door of the closet. His nostrils flared and a crimson color reached up his neck. You thought to cower, but you screwed up your courage.

“I. Threw. Them. Out.”

You enunciated each word, putting emphasis.

“Why in the hell would you do that? They were perfectly suitable clothes. You had no right to get rid of them!”

“They were not perfectly suitable! They were holey and ripped. You looked like a hobo! I’m tired of thinking like I am dating a homeless drug addict. I’m dating Tom fucking Hiddleston! You are better than this!”

“I either dress like I’m going to a red carpet event or like a homeless drug addict, there’s no in between!”

“Well, if I have to choose, I would rather take the red carpet! I think you don’t care anymore and where does that leave us?!” As soon as the words left your mouth, you collapsed into tears. You had never said it or even thought it, but it was true. If Tom didn’t think you were the effort to dress up, then perhaps your relationship was on its last legs. And the thought of your world without Tom in it was too hard to bear.

Tom’s expression softened and his anger turned to concern.

“Y/N…” he started with hesitation. “What does my clothes have to do with our relationship? They are just clothes. And if you have seen any paparazzi photos, you would know I perfected the ‘homeless drug addict’ look years before I met you. But my feelings have and never will change.”

You gave him a weak smile.

“Except that I feel like I will hate my credit card bill next month,” Tom quipped as he gestured at the new clothes hanging in the closet.

You started laughing, and he stepped forward to envelope you in a hug. The two of you embraced and kissed. Tom held you out at arm’s length.

“Now why don’t you show my some of these new purchases? See what kind of damage you have wrecked before I send someone to go digging through the trash.”

With glee and pride, you took Tom around to show him each purchase, explaining your reasoning for each. Tom nodded and made the odd comment, but mostly was silent. You pointed out all the items you kept, including his well-worn gray boots.

“So…” you asked, turning your head as though preparing for a blow.

“I think…” Tom ran his hands through his beard in contemplation. “You put a lot of thought and effort in this. Thank you.”

With that, he kissed your forehead and headed back out to finish unpacking.

“That’s it?”

“Pretty much. I appreciate your effort and I love you for it.”

What a letdown, you thought as you left to return to the kitchen to finish dinner. You had expected more, but you were happy he was not still angry. As you finished up dinner, Tom’s favorite, and called him down to dinner. He came into the room, hands behind his back.

“It looks lovely, darling.”

“Your favorite.”

“I noticed. I also noticed that with your little clean out, we have more space in the closet.”

You cast your eyes downward.

“Yeah. I might have gotten a little overzealous. Sorry.”

You sniffled as you could feel tears threatening to reappear.

“Well, it is just as well because your new dress will take up a lot of space and my clothes as well.”

You put your utensils down, confused.

“I don’t understand. I already have my new dress for Saturday. You saw the bag hanging in the closet.”

“I don’t mean that one.”

With that, Tom slid a small red box onto your place setting. There was no stopping the tears now. With trembling fingers, Tom opened the box to reveal a beautiful solitaire ring.

“The plan was to do this on Saturday at Ben and Sophie’s but they will just have to deal with the disappointment. Y/N,” Tom kneeled down. “Despite your itchy trigger finger when it comes to my wardrobe, I love you with all my heart. And I can think of nothing I would want more than you as my bride. Will you marry me?”

You nodded your head as words failed you.

“Is that a yes?” Tom teased.

“Yes, you idiot! Of course, I will marry you.”

You throw your arms around his neck and he lifted you in a deep embrace. Tom lowered you so he could place the ring on your finger. A perfect fit. You stood there admiring your new hardware, and then you felt Tom nuzzle against your neck.

“What do you say we go to the room and celebrate properly?”

Tom swept you off your feet, literally, and carried you into the bedroom for some proper celebrating.

***

The following morning, you lie awake in bedroom admiring the ring in the light. It was a dream. You feel the rough scratch of whiskers on your shoulder. You turned to see Tom, now awake, but just.

“Tom?”

“Hmm, yes?”

“Where were you hiding the ring?”

Tom’s mouth stretched in a Cheshire cat grin.

“Well, until this trip in my workout clothes drawer, but I was afraid you would find it, so I packed it with me. Looks like I was right.”

“I guess you were. How mad are Ben and Sophie going to be?”

“Furious, I’m sure but they will get over it once I ask Ben to be my best man.”

You giggled and thought about Benedict getting mad at Tom only to turn around and forgive moments later at the request of being Tom’s best man.

“I’m sure. And I will ask Sophie to let the kids be attendants.”

“Sounds like an excellent plan.” Tom got out of bed. “Now if you don’t mind, I am going to go for a run.”

You turned on your side as Tom got dressed. As he headed out, he leaned over to kiss you. You turned to see Tom wearing some very ratty jogging clothes. You shot up in bed.

“Where the hell did those come from?”

Tom grinned and chuckled. “You forgot about my travel clothes, darling. And you will never get a hold of these.”

You lept out of bed and took chase after your fiance.

“Give those to me, Hiddleston!”

“Never!”

And with that, Tom slammed the door and headed for his daily jog while you sulked, staring at the front door.

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Multiples

Title: Multiples

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Summary: Chris and his wife are expecting.

Word Count: 1110

Note: This was one of two prompts I picked for @evanstanwrites challenge. The prompt used in this story is: You’re getting a vasectomy! That’s final.

Feedback and thoughts are greatly appreciated. Thanks to @mycapt-ohcapt for betaing this story. This story will be cross-posted to my AO3 account but should not be posted anywhere else without express permission.

You couldn’t believe you were here again…no that’s a lie. You and Chris had always had an active sex life and couldn’t keep your hands off of each other. Hell, Carly had made a mint when two months after your honeymoon you and Chris had announced that you were expecting. The two of you had been overjoyed at the prospect of being parents. So just before your first anniversary as husband and wife, you had welcomed a beautiful blonde, blue-eyed boy that looked just like Chris. 

As promised, Chris had spent the first few months at home with you and the baby, not wanting to miss anything. When he did return to work it was for projects that were no further away than New York City. The two of you had agreed your son wouldn’t be an only child but that you would wait a little while before having another child. 

But things did not go according to plan, and on the morning of your son’s first birthday, the pregnancy test proved that you and Chris would be expanding your family again. The second pregnancy had hit you much harder.  You were admitted to the hospital twice for hyperemesis gravidarum (**), not to mention that you had been placed on complete bed rest at 26 weeks as your blood pressure had been elevated and you were at risk from suffering pre-eclampsia. At 32 weeks you went into labor delivering fraternal twins, a boy, and a girl.

That was eight months ago and now you and your husband were once again sitting in your OB/GYN’s office. Last week you had passed out when getting up from the couch, causing you to hit your head on the coffee table and earning yourself a concussion and an ambulance ride to the ER. While there, blood tests revealed that you were pregnant yet again. 

The doctor coming into the exam room drew you out from your internal musings. “It’s good to see you guys again. Though I was under the impression you were going to wait a while.”

A self-deprecating laugh slipped out. “That was the plan, Dr. Fields. However, the patch seems to be just as flawed as the IUD had been my last pregnancy.”

“I have to ask, with three small children at home, where you using it as prescribed?” Dr. Fields asked.

“Yeah…because of those three gems at home I’ve been making sure I followed the directions.” 

“We’ve also been using condoms,.” Chris piped in. 

Dr. Fields looked at the two of you and said, “Well, you’ve managed to beat the odds again.”

“Lucky us,” you stated, your voice dripping with sarcasm.

“I understand that you're unsure of the date of conception.”

“That is correct, I’ve had an irregular cycle since my last pregnancy and starting on the patch.”

The doctor got up from her desk and motioned to the exam table.  “Have a seat on the table, I’ll do an ultrasound to see what’s going on in there.”

Chris followed you over, taking a seat by your head.  He grasped your hand gently, kissing the back of it. “It’s gonna be ok babe.”

“I know…but I think we’re gonna need to rethink our stance on nannies,” you tell him.

Chris nodded in agreement as Dr. Fields finished setting up her equipment.  “If you could please lift your shirt to right under your breasts.”

You followed the instructions and cringed as she applied cold ultrasound gel to your abdomen. Noticing you cringe she apologizes to you explaining the gel warmer was broken. She moved the ultrasound wand around for several minutes while pressing buttons on the machine to capture images. 

Chris’ leg began to bounce, picking up speed quickly. A sign that his anxiety was kicking in. You squeezed his hand in reassurance, as he asked nervously, “Is everything ok?”

“Yes, everything is fine. Your babies are measuring at about 18 weeks.”

“Babies?” you and Chris ask simultaneously.

“Yes…and just to be clear you haven’t been getting any fertility treatments?”

“No ma’am,” you stated emphatically. 

“Are you able to see what we’re having?” Chris asked bouncing in his seat like Dodger does when he’s excited.

Dr. Fields maneuvered the wand around for a few more minutes, “Yes, it appears everyone is cooperating.  You two are going to have a complete matching set, and your hands full.”

She then turned the ultrasound machine screen so that you could both follow along. She pointed to the first identifiable shape and stated, “This is baby A and it is a boy. Now baby B is a girl and so is baby C.”

“T-r-i-p-l-e-t-s?” you stuttered in shock.

“Yes, you and Chris are having triplets.”

You looked over at your husband and saw that he had a smug grin on his face.

“Wipe that grin off your face handsome.”

You watch as he tried to school his features and failed.

Dr. Fields handed you a towel so that you could clean off your stomach as she began to print several pictures for you. 

She handed Chris the prints once they were finished printing, then turned to you.  “Because of the complications you had with your last pregnancy and you're carrying a larger load this time, I’m going to monitor you closely.  For now, that means I want to see you every two weeks for an appointment.”

“Yes, ma’am. I will do that.”

As you looked over, Chris was still grinning.   

“I don’t know why you’re grinning? You’re getting a vasectomy! That’s final.” you warned him.

“But…”Chris protested.

“But nothing! We’ve been married less than five years and this is my third pregnancy and I’ve got buns four, five, and six in the oven. I’m not birthing the next line up for the fucking Patriots, Red Sox, Celtics or Bruins. So if you ever plan on getting laid again after this pregnancy then you have better get a fucking vasectomy before these babies are born. We clear.”

Chris swallowed quickly before responding, “Ya we’re clear. I’ll go see my doctor to get the ball rollin.”

“Good.”

Turning back to Dr. Fields you blushed when you saw a faint smile on her face. “Sorry about that doc.”

“It’s all right.” She turned to Chris, “The vasectomy is an outpatient procedure and recovery time is 72 hours or less.”

Chris nodded his head in understanding.

“Dr. Fields, can you please also make a note in my chart to discuss tubal ligation, when I come in for my six-week post-delivery follow up.”

“Noted. Now get out of here and share the news with your family…I’ll see you in two weeks.” Dr. Fields stated as she escorted them out.

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(**) hyperemesis gravidarum-- A severe type of nausea and vomiting during pregnancy.

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Dizzy

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 2,894

Warnings:  fluff, mild cursing

Requested: No. This was for @evanstanwrites’s writing challenge where I had the prompt “Why is James spelled with “s”? Why is it plural? More than one Jame. How many James?” & @jewelofwinter’s writing challenge where I had the prompt “We’ll figure this out. But first, let me take care of you.” Prompts are in bold below

Summary: A former assassin now reformed, what do you do when your first double mission goes askew? 

This wasn’t your first mission. You had been on plenty of missions in your past, both before and now with the Avengers. Your missions before you met the Avengers were more dark and sinister than your current quests. There’s not a day that goes by that you’re not thankful for Wanda saving you during your last “dark” mission. You were about to fail your mission when you realized what had happened. You’d been sent to assassinate some small country’s King, but they had been tipped off and were well prepared for you. Turns out one of the men in your company was one of their spies. She found you lying in a curled up ball in a cell under the main floor of the castle. They’d beaten and tortured you after you’d been captured. You felt a hand on your shoulder and flinched at the touch, thinking they were coming back for more.

“It’s okay. I’m not here to hurt you…” a female voice told you softly. You turned towards the voice to see a woman about the same size as you with red hair. “Can you tell me your name?” You look at the floor as you think before looking back up at her, holding back the tears. How could you not know your name. “It’s okay… Do you know where we are?” You shake your head no. “Can you walk?” You nod your head slightly. “Come on. Let’s get you out of here. We’ll get you some help. My name is Wanda,” she tells you as she helps you up and you walk out of the cell and up the stairs. You’re still recovering random memories to this day and learning how to deal with those when they pop up, but if it wasn’t for Wanda, you wouldn’t have gotten out of that life, let alone be alive. You felt like you would have died in that castle. It took you awhile to start warming up to everyone at the tower, aside from Wanda. Things had been getting rough for you at night lately, having nightmares about your past. You thought about one particularly rough night, you walked to the kitchen and made a cup of hot tea to help you relax. You nearly jumped off the couch when you heard the deep voice behind you.

“How long have you been here?” you hear Bucky ask you. You slowly turn to face him.

“You scared the shit out of me,” you state as you look at him wide eyed, making him laugh.

“You’re supposed to be some badass assassin and you didn’t hear me coming?” he asked you with a raised eyebrow as he walked over to the counter and grabs an apple before sitting beside you on the couch. “You never answered my question,” he says as he looks at you, waiting for your answer as he bites into his apple. You swallow as you watch as he bites and chews, trying to hide your nerves. You’d never been alone with anyone in the tower other than Wanda. 

“U-uhm, about 20 minutes,” you tell him as you watch him take another bite of the apple and chuckle at you, shaking his head.

“I meant here at the tower,” he clarifies.

“Oh! Of course you did… Uh… about 3 months I think?” you tell him.

“And I’ve never ran into you in here?” he asks. You shrug your shoulders at him. That was the night you met Bucky Barnes, and you wouldn’t soon forget it. Since then, you had become very close to one another. Both knowing the other had trouble sleeping, you moved your room closer to his so that it would be easier to help one another, or quicker to get to the other if they were having a nightmare. More often than not, you both ended up in the other’s bed cuddled up to each other, sleeping peacefully. You were currently sitting at your post, waiting for your mark to make his presence known. It was your first solo mission with Bucky, and to say your nerves were on edge was an understatement. You could see the red light from his scope from where you were positioned, so you knew where he was, and everytime you heard his voice in your ear, it sent a shiver down your spine.You had been catching feelings for Bucky since that first night in the kitchen, but you were avoiding it as long as you could. Nothing good ever came from getting in these situations for you, so you would fight it as long as you could. You didn’t want to lose Bucky as a friend. He was too important to you. Wanda was the only one that knew about your feelings, and that was only because she got in your head. She tried to talk you into telling him, but of course, you refused. You jump slightly when you hear Bucky in your ear again.

“Y/N is that him?” he asks you. You look down and see a man walking around the corner facing you.

“Yea. That’s him. We follow him now, right?” you ask.

“Right. Follow him and find the kid,” Bucky tells you. This man had been taking children and selling them as slaves. It was going to stop tonight. He had a new one to sell, but you weren’t going to let it go that far. Once you found out where he was keeping the children when he got them, you were going to get in touch with him and pose as someone interested in buying said child. 

“Let’s go,” you tell him. You both follow the man and see the child first hand before you go back to your hotel to contact the man out of sight. Bucky stays within sight of the man to make sure everything goes smoothly on his end. You text him when you are done and let him know that he can come back to the hotel. “He wants to meet in an hour,” you tell Bucky when he gets back. He nods. 

“We can do that. Go get ready,” he tells you. You both change into ‘normal’ clothes and you put on minimal makeup to make yourself look more presentable. You and Bucky were going to pose as a couple looking for a child. You come out in a blue dress and black flats. You hated wearing heels and only did so when Wanda was around to make you. “Well don’t you clean up nice,” you hear Bucky say as you walk out from the bathroom. 

“So do you,” you say as you look up and notice he’s changed into a three-piece suit. After parking the car, Bucky takes your hand in his and you look up at him.

“Gotta look the part, right?” he reminds you. You nod your head slightly and continue walking towards the door. Next thing you know, you’re meeting the mark and discussing the child in question.

“I’m glad to see your interest. I think you’ll be very happy with this child. She is 7 years old, blonde hair, blue eyes. She’s very beautiful,” the mark tells you.

“Could we see her?” you ask as you look from Bucky to the mark, holding on to Bucky’s arm.

“Of course,” he tells you before he nods at a man behind you. After a minute, the door behind you opens and two more people walk in with the man that had left. You notice that there were no child’s footsteps and you realize that you’ve been found out. You squeeze Bucky’s arm to let him know you’re worried. He gives you a side glance, letting you know that he knows. He nods his head and lets go of your hand just as he begins to lunge towards the man in front of you. You immediately go for the men behind you, now coming towards you. One man gets past you, so now it’s two against you and two against Bucky. At least you’re even, right… That’s what you thought. Until you took your attention off the second guy after you thought you had knocked him out. While you were fighting your other guy, he got back up and drove a knife into your stomach. You clutch your hand around the knife as you look down at it. You’d been stabbed before, of course, but this felt different. Previous times when you were hurt, you kept fighting until either your mission was complete or you passed out. This time, you felt like you were paralyzed and all you could think about was Bucky. He’d heard your gasp when the knife went in and he’d started fighting harder. He was down to one man left, the mark. He currently had him in a headlock, trying to find something to tie him up with. He saw a roll of duct tape sitting on top of a duffel bag not too far from him, so he walked the man over and taped his wrists together. Then Bucky sat him on the floor and taped his feet together before rushing over to you.

“Y/N,” he says softly as he looks at you, hesitantly reaching out, not sure if he should touch you yet. Between the time that Bucky had been fighting the men to get to you and the time that he did get to you, you ended up lying on your back.

“Buck… I think I need help,” you half laugh as you look up at him with tears in your eyes.

“How are you always so calm when people get hurt?” he laughs back. You shake your head.

“No idea,” you laugh again. “The girl, Buck…”

“No, you need help. I can come back,” he tries to tell you.

“No, Bucky… They’ll move her. I know they will,” you tell him with pleading eyes. “Please,” you beg. He bites his lip looking down at you.

“Okay… But if anything changes, you call me immediately,” he tells you sternly. You nod quickly.

“Thank you,” you smile. He leans down and presses a kiss to you forehead.

“I’ll be right back,” he tells you before he leaves the room to get the girl. You side eye the man across the room, making sure he couldn’t move after Bucky leaves and hoping he wouldn’t take long.

“He likes you, you know,” the man tells you.

“What? What are you talking about?” you ask him. “You don’t even know us.”

“Doesn’t matter… Anyone could pick up on you two. You both like each other and the other has no clue,” he tells you.

“Shut up,” you tell him. 

“Look, all I’m saying is obviously life is short… Look where you are right now… Would you rather die not knowing?” he tells you. “Now I’ll be quiet.” Just after he stops talking, the door opens and Bucky walks back in carrying the little blonde girl.

“Oh thank God!” you say quietly.

“I’ve called for local police to finish with this. They’ll be here soon and then we can leave,” he says as he sat next to you. You feel your eyes start to droop as you look up at him. “Y/N… you ok?” he asks as you nod your head slightly. You close your eyes as you feel like you’re going to sleep. “Y/N…” you barely hear Bucky call again. “Honey, I’m gonna sit you down for a minute, ok? I’m not going anywhere. I just need to check on my friend,” he tells the little girl as he sits her beside him and leaned down over you. He could still feel your breath so you were still breathing, you had just passed out. That gave him a little relief, but that also meant that you probably lost too much blood. While you were out, he called a friend close by that works with the police and had them come sit with the man and little girl until they got there and things were taken care of. Bucky picks you up and carries you out to the car, driving to another friend’s clinic. No questions were asked, you were just taken care of. Bucky did explain what happened, he felt obligated and he felt it was best his friend knew what went on to help you as well. Once you were stitched up and hooked up to an IV, all there was left to do was wait. It was a couple hours before you finally began to stir. When you finally opened your eyes, Bucky was sitting beside the bed you were in, his head lying on the side of your bed. You smile down at the sight and bite your lip as you look at him. 

“He cares a lot for you,” you hear a male voice tell you quietly as you turn your head towards it. “He wouldn’t have brought you here if he didn’t. He doesn’t bring anyone here. Ever,” he explains.

“No one?” you ask as the man shakes his head. He walks over to you and begins to check your vitals to be sure you’re okay. 

“Looks like things are returning to normal,” he tells you. “Take this for the pain.” He holds out a tablet and you take it willingly, knowing you’ll soon be in a lot of pain if you don’t. You feel Bucky start to move after you take the pill. You run your hand over his hair before he moves too much and see him smile as he begins to pick his head up.

“Good to see you awake again,” he tells you.

“Sorry about that,” you tell him with a shy smile. He takes your hand in his as he shakes his head.

“As long as you’re still here, it’s okay. I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you,” he confesses. You hear the other man leave the room, giving you two privacy.

“You’d find another friend,” you laugh. He shakes his head again, looking down at your hands as he weaves his fingers with yours before he looks back up at you.

“There is no one else, Y/N,” Bucky tells you quietly. You blink as you feel like your head is getting dizzy.

“What… are you talking about?” you ask as you feel your heart rate pick up just a little at his words. 

“You’re it, Y/N,” he tells you. “Since that first night in the kitchen… I haven’t been able to say anything because… well, because I didn’t feel like I deserve anything good in my life after everything that I’d done… and when I came to terms with thinking that maybe I did deserve something good, I didn’t think anyone, let alone you of all people, would want someone like me, that had done all those kinds of things… so I just kept it all shut up inside and didn’t say anything,” he rambles as he watches your expression changing. “Are you okay?” You nod your head.

“Yea… I uh… first night… uh, same thing…” you say quietly as you lift a hand and hold it to your forehead.

“Are you sure your okay?” Bucky asks you again.

“Bit dizzy,” you tell him.

“Do I need to go get my friend again?” he asks.

“No… I think it’s just the medicine he gave me. He gave me a pain pill,” you explain.

“Oh, then yea,” Bucky laughs. “That would be why.”

“Buck…” you begin.

“Yea?” he answers you.

“Your name is James, right?” you ask him.

“Yea, my first name is James. Why?” he asks you in return as he smiles at the confused look on your face.

“Why is James spelled with an “s”? Why is it plural? More than one Jame. How many James?” you ask him as you look up and meet his eyes with a dead-pan, serious look. He bites his lip to try and keep from laughing, but it doesn’t help and he ends up laughing anyway. “Why are you laughing? It’s a real question?” you tell him as he shakes his head.

“Y/N… you need to close your eyes and rest,” he tells you.

“But I’m not tired…” you pouted at him, making him smile.

“Y/N… please,” he begs you.

“Ugh… fine,” you groan as you roll your eyes. “You’re no fun.” He laughs again before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Close your eyes,” he tells you. You close your eyes and try to sleep. After a minute, you peek one eye open and Bucky laughs at you. “That wasn’t even a good attempt at trying to sleep.”

“I don’t wanna sleep. I wanna talk to you,” you tell him, making him laugh again and shakes his head.

“That medicine is something else…” he says as he takes a breath. “Look, I promise, We’ll figure this out. But first, let me take care of you,” he begs you.

“You’re gonna leave,” you tell him.

“What?” he asks you.

“You’ll leave when I go to sleep,” you explain.

“No,” Bucky shakes his head. “I promise, I won’t leave. You have hold of my hand… How am I gonna leave?” he laughs. You eyed him suspiciously before giving in.

“Okay…” you tell him. He leans down and presses a kiss to your cheek.

“I’ll never leave you,” he says quietly as you drift off to sleep.

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Date Night~ B.B.

Word Count- 598

Warnings- none

A/N- OK this is a few days late but here is my submission for @evanstanwrites Writing Challenge! I’m sorry that it’s late and it’s also a short one, but with what has happened in my life recently this is the best I could do! I hope you all enjoy it!! 

You were sitting at the restaurant having the time of your life. You never thought that you would be on a date with Bucky Barnes. You had been crushing on him for the longest time, but you never did anything about it. At least, until Natasha spilled the beans and told Bucky how you felt about him. After that happened you decided to go talk to him and while you were talking he decided to finally act on his feelings towards you and ask you out. 

And now here you were sitting across the table from Bucky Barnes talking about the most random things. You couldn’t help the smile that graced your face. Just talking with Bucky made you happy. You hadn’t enjoyed yourself this much in a long while. 

You enjoyed your meal and decided to take a stroll through the park that was nearby. As you were walking Bucky held out his arm for you to hold onto and you couldn’t wipe the smile off your face. 

“So, Steve tells me you were quite the ladies man back in the day…” you say looking at Bucky with a smirk. 

“Oh he does, does he?” Bucky teases back. 

“Yeah, he said you were quite the charmer.” 

“Well, I may have been back then, but that was a long time ago doll.” 

“I think you still have it in you” You tease back more. 

“Oh yeah?” Bucky turns around to face you. He has a grin on his face now. 

“Yeah, I do,” you grin up at him with a teasing glint in your eyes. 

He wraps his one arm around your waist and grabs your hand with his other hand. You gasp as he starts twirling you around in the middle of the park. There was no music, but that didn’t matter. All that mattered was you and Bucky. In that moment all you were focused on was Bucky’s piercing blue eyes and how his arm felt on your waist. You were breathless as you danced your way around the park. 

Once you finished dancing you couldn’t help the grin that spread on your face. You looked up at Bucky and noticed that his cheeks were red. You both stood there breathless for a few seconds and then you pulled away. 

He grabbed your hand and started walking again. You were both quiet, not really needing to say anything. You walked around some more and then decided it was probably time to head back home for the night. 

As you got to your apartment you stopped and looked up at Bucky. He was staring at you with a soft smile on his face. 

“Are you gonna kiss me, or do I have to lie to my diary?” you whispered. 

Bucky chuckled as he put his hand on your cheek and leaned forward. 

His lips on yours felt like magic. It was like nothing you’d ever experienced before. You wanted to keep kissing him, but you had to breath. When you pulled away he rested his head on yours. 

“There, now you don’t have to lie to your diary,” he chuckles and gives you another quick kiss. “Goodnight, doll.” 

You watch him as he walks away. You can’t help the smile that pulls at your lips. You grab your keys and open your apartment door and head inside. You change into your pj’s and lay in bed thinking about how the night went. You couldn’t believe how well the night went and how much fun you had. You couldn’t wait for the next date to see what happened.

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Take a Break (2/4)

Part II

Prompt/box filled:(3thingstoinclude:) An annoying boss, a bikini, and a fake illness. For @evanstanwrites,

(Y5) for @buckybarnesbingo, ‘Breakfast in Bed’ for @star-spangled-bingo, “Waking up together” for @goodthingshappenbingo

‘I never thought I’d say this but put a shirt on before you burn’ for @until-theend-oftheline

Fandom: Marvel

pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 1280

Warnings: fluff, smut (oral (f!receiving), slow/gentle sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up kids!)

Summary: With your boss driving you up the wall and Bucky having the weekend free, you decide on an impromptu beach vacation.

Links are being a bitch, masterlist is in bio.  

**Not my Gif**

Your eyes fluttered as the light hit them. You groaned in complaint and shifted but with Bucky hugging you close, it was kind of impossible. He didn’t move a muscle though.“Babe,” You whispered in his ear, “Buck, wake up.”

He groaned and snuggled closer to you. “Noooo. I don’t wanna.” He scrunched up his nose and pouted. You ran your hands through his hair. He knew you weren’t going to let him sleep anymore. “But whyyyy? Why can’t we stay here forever?”

“Because you promised to call my boss and convince him i can’t go into work for a couple days. And we have to pack our stuff since we were too busy last night to do it.” You laughed lightly at your last statement and kissed his cheek before bouncing out of bed. “How about if I whip up some breakfast while you finish getting up and calling in? Then we can eat in bed and watch some Friends or something. Sound good?”

He nodded and mumbled a ‘mhm. perfect babe’ against the pillow as you walked off the the bathroom. Once you came out, you peered into the bedroom and saw Bucky making the bed. You walked off with a grin on your face.

Bucky dropped his phone onto the bed with a sigh when you walked in with your breakfast. You handed him his plate and sat on the bed, “Thanks. So everything’s all set.” He said, “I had to tell him you were throwing up a lot and when you weren’t you were resting. He wanted you to work still, when i said you couldn’t, he said you could do it online. Something about not having time to do something himself because of that big project you told me about. At least we’ll have time to ourselves. I called tony too. He says the beach house is ready for when we get there.”

You gave him a quick kiss and turned the TV on. For the next half hour, you two just sat there, with you leaning against his chest. “Alrighty then! Get your stuff together so we can get on that beach!” Climbing off the bed, you searched for your bag and once you’d found it, started rummaging through your clothes.

Bucky, on the other side of the room, was doing the same. He finished much faster than you, and simply said, “Just come out when your ready.” You did, only to see him scrolling through his phone on the couch.

*

You arrived at the beach house excited. Sprinting up the steps of the porch, you placed your hand on the reader and said your name to be let in. You held the door open for Bucky who was bringing in your stuff.

Taking your bag from him, you told him to get changed and ran to the bathroom to put on your bikini. Taking a towel from the closet, you walked outside. A beach chair were leaning next to the door. You dragged it across the deck and onto the hot sand. Bucky was already in the water  waiting for you, having set his chair down with the towel draped over it. “Come in! The water’s great!” He shouted out towards you. After laying your things down next to his, you ran into the water , splashing Bucky in the process. “Hey!” He exclaimed laughing.

You splashed each other until he ran towards you and picked you up. He spun you around and you wrapped your legs around him. Your giggles died down and you leaned to capture his lips with yours. You felt his hands roaming your back and thighs as you tugged his hair to try and pull him closer.

Parting for air, you kept your forehead leaning against his and smiled happily, keeping your eyes closed. The next hour was spent in and out of the water, you had sandwiches for lunch before you opened a book and sat down on the chair to read and ran for a little while. Between paragraphs and chapters, you watched Bucky as he cooled off in the water, or concentrated on making a sandcastle.

It occurred to you then, that you hadn’t put on sunscreen, and neither had Bucky. You cringed at the thought of burning. Bucky sat in the chair next to you with his hair tied up in a bun, drinking from a glass of lemonade. “I just remembered we didn’t put sunscreen on… And, I never thought I’d say this but put a shirt on before you burn. Or at least go get the sunscreen please.” He laughed heartily and went inside to get the sunscreen for you.

He made his way back, already applying sunscreen to his arms, neck, and face. “Come here, let me help.” You called him over and wordlessly applied the sunscreen to his chest then back. You handed the bottle to him and motioned for him to return the favor.

The day went on quickly. You were enjoying yourselves so much, you barely noticed the sun dipping behind the clouds and into the horizon. Bucky held you close in the water as you watched. He brought his lips to yours in no rush and just like that, all your worries were gone. “Let’s get inside.” He whispered softly. You hummed out a ‘mhm’ in a daze and held onto him tight as he picked you up bridal syle and carried you into the house.

He laid you down gently onto the bed and kissed you slowly but passionately. The open kisses he left while he undressed you left you breathless and relaxed. You felt him pull down your panties and you raised your hips to aid him. He kissed up and down your thighs until you were whining for him to put his mouth where you really need him. “Please Bucky!” You moaned.

“Please what? You gotta tell me what you need doll.”

“I need your mouth! Please Buck.”

“Your wish is my command.” His lips found your clit quickly and you couldn’t help the moan that escaped you or the way your hands pulled his hair. He licked up you slit and teased your entrance before his tongue entered you. The slurping noises that filled the room were absolutely sinful and your moans were dueling Bucky desire.

He took his time bring you to your climax. You felt the warmth build up and you couldn’t stop your hips rolling to meet his lips or your hands tugging him closer. Your orgasm came over you and Bucky groaned into you as he tasted you. When he climbed up to meet your lips, you could taste yourself on him and you moaned softly.

Slipping off his swimming trunks, he slipped inside you and bottomed out, groaning as he did. You met every slow thrust, and moaned with him.

When his movements quickened, you knew he was getting close. He brought his hand between you to rub your clit, urging you on. The familiar knot in you grew tighter, and you felt that at any moment it would burst.

He twitched and thrust deep inside you a few times before he stilled and you felt him empty himself deep inside you. You followed soon after and clung to him, legs wrapped around him and face buried in the crook of his neck.

You felt empty when he left you. He cleaned you up and settled next to you. You began drifting off with a smile on your face, Wrapped up in a warm daze and tangled with your love.

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Have you seen?

Title: Have you seen?

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Summary: Sebastian meets his new neighbor.

Word Count: 1149

Note: This was second of two prompts I picked for @evanstanwrites challenge. The prompt used in this story is: I know it’s 3 in the morning, but I can’t find my cat.

Feedback and thoughts are greatly appreciated. Thanks to @mycapt-ohcapt for betaing this story and @wereleopard58 for being my sounding board. 

This story will be cross-posted to my AO3 account but should not be posted anywhere else without express permission.

There was a loud banging coming from your front door. Groaning loudly you sit up in bed.  Swinging your legs over the edge, you slowly maneuver to your apartment door with Zeus, your four-year-old German Shepherd, at your side. With a tired sigh, you unlock the door and ask, “Yes? Can I help you?”

“Sorry. I know it’s 3 in the morning, but I can’t find my cat…” a male voice states. He then continues, “Have you seen her by any chance?”

When he finishes rambling you can’t help but chuckle a bit. “Ummm, I’m blind so no I haven’t seen your cat.”

“Ahh…” he stammers.

“It’s ok, I’m new to the building.”  Zeus wedges his head and front legs between your hip and the door jam to investigate what is going on. 

“Who do we have there?” the voice asks. 

Reaching down you pet Zeus on the head. “This is Zeus, he’s my guide and service dog…I’m Anna by the way,” you say holding out your hand.

“Rahat!…Sorry I have the worst manners tonight.” He shakes your hand, “I’m Sebastian.” 

“Nice to meet you, Sebastian. So tell me about this missing cat.”

“I just got her from this kill shelter last week. She’s a three-month-old orange tabby that I’ve named Relia.”

“Aww, a shelter kitty. That’s sweet. But Relia is an unusual name. What does it mean?”

“It’s Romanian and the name means gold.”

“Well, I wish you luck in your search, unfortunately, I don’t think I’ll be much help…but growing up with cats taught me they like to curl up in dark hidden holes.”

“Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind. Again sorry for waking you up at this hour…Maybe I can make it up to you. How about I make you breakfast in the morning?”

“Uh…sure,” you respond in surprise. “What time should Zeus and I come over?”

“How about 10 am,” Sebastian suggests.

“Sounds good, we’ll be there.”

“Great I live in apartment 8…I’ll let you go. Sleep well” he states before turning and walking down the hall. 

Staying put, you hear his apartment door open and close. Letting out a small sigh, you urge Zeus back into the apartment before locking up. Zeus guides you back to your bedroom. “That was interesting, wasn’t it boy?” His wet nose nudges your hand. 

Now that you have plans for part of your day, you set your alarm for eight-thirty, which should give you enough time to walk and feed Zeus before grabbing a shower and seeing your new neighbor. 

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You pull on a pair of jeans, your Converse, and a dark blue t-shirt. “Come on Zeus, let’s go take care of business,” you state, grabbing his vest, leash and poop bags. The two of you walk at a brisk pace to the park down the block.

On the way back to your apartment you make a quick stop at a neighborhood bakery to pick up a couple of blueberry and apple spice muffins, not wanting to show up at your new neighbor's apartment empty-handed. 

After entering your apartment and removing Zeus’ vest and leash you head to the kitchen, placing the box of muffins on the counter. Prepping his food, you set down his bowl and head for your bathroom to take a quick shower and change into clean clothes. 

Twenty minutes later you finish towel drying your hair, whilst navigating your way back to the kitchen. Hanging the towel over the back of one of the bar stools, you grab the box of muffins and your keys. Whilst walking to the door you whistle for Zeus and he comes to your side. As you’re only going down a few doors, you don’t bother putting him on a leash as he won’t leave your side. 

Having mapped the corridor that your apartment is on when you first moved into the building you are able to recall where the apartment you’re looking for is located by counting steps. When you reach the apartment you take a calming breath before knocking on the door. 

A mumbled curse can be heard from inside followed by footsteps and then you hear the door open.

“Hey, glad you decided to come.” Sebastian states.

With a small chuckle, you reply, “I never turn down an offer for breakfast.” Holding out the box you're carrying, “here are some muffins from the bakery down the block.”

He takes the box from you, “Thanks, but ya didn’t need to bring anything.”

“My momma raised me to never show up empty-handed.”

Sebastian laughs, “Yeah, my mom’s the same way.” He then steps out of the way. “Please come in.”

Taking the folded cane out of your back pocket you slowly navigate into his apartment. “Are there any obstacles or steps?” you ask. 

“None.  At the end of the hall take a right and you’ll enter an open concept kitchen living area.”

With a few prompts from Sebastian, you make your way to one of the barstools along the kitchen island. “So did you find your escape artist?” 

“No, not yet.” He states with a sigh, as he brings over the plates of food and cups of coffee. 

The two of you get to know each other better asking each other about your childhoods. About what it was like for him to move to the states from Romania. How you weren’t born blind but had lost your sight in your teens after an accident. 

When you finished eating, Sebastian helped you into the living room where you both sat down on the couch and continued talking. You told him about the struggles you had with school, in order to get your certification to be a physical therapist specializing in sports injuries. He told you that he was an actor and some of the roles he’s played. To say you were shocked would be an understatement. 

Before you knew it, it was mid-afternoon. Your wristwatch signaling it was time to take Zeus out for his walk. 

“Wow, the time has flown by.”

“That’s what happens when you have good company,” Sebastian replies.

With a smile you let out a small whistle, signaling for Zeus to come over. When he does he drops something in your lap.

“What’s this boy?” you ask as you carefully pick up what he deposited in your lap. As you pick it up, the soft fuzzy object wiggles and lets out a soft meow. “Well hello there little one,” You say clutching the creature to you and nuzzling its soft downy fur. “Seb, I think Zeus found Relia for you while we were chatting.”

Carefully you pass the kitten over to him. Your hands brush during the transfer, he mumbles a few words in Romanian as he takes her. He then reaches over and rubs Zeus head, “Good job Zeus.”

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Take a Break (1/4)

Part I

Prompt/box filled:(3thingstoinclude:) An annoying boss, a bikini, and a fake illness. For @evanstanwrites

Diner for @buckybarnesbingo, ‘Dancing’ for@star-spangled-bingo, “Dance with me” for @goodthingshappenbingo

Fandom: Marvel

pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 1840

Warnings: Smut (unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), oral sex (f!receiving)), kinda angst, fluff

Summary: With your boss driving you up the wall and Bucky having the weekend free, you decide on an impromptu beach vacation.

A/N: This is my first attempt at smut so forgive me if it’s shit. Thanks, @evanstanwrites for hosting and letting me be late! I hope you like it, Enjoy!

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**Not my gif**

 Regretfully, you barely ever got days off. Your boss was a complete douchebag. The last time you took a proper vacation was before you got this job. Even on your rare days off, you got called to fix something or help someone. Of course, you were glad to have a stable job. But still, you honestly hated working there. Not only was your boss a dick, he gave you way more assignments than everyone else. He made you run errands for him and his ‘business partners’, and more than once tried to get you in his bed. Though that never went farther than talk. 

 Until it kind of did.

 “Oh, hey Y/N. I was just looking for you.” He began. “I’m not doing anything for lunch today, would you join me? There’s a great restaurant just downtown. What do you say?”

 Taking a breath, you thought your next words over, wanting to be as professional as possible. “Sir, you know I can’t. I have work that needs to be done that cannot go ignored. Besides, I’ve told you repeatedly that I am in a very happy and healthy marriage, so I have no interest in pursuing any type of relationship with you other than that of an employee and their employer. So I’d appreciate it if you please stop asking. Now if you excuse me, I need to go before I’m late for my meeting.” You made a move to walk away, but he cut you off by moving to stand in front of you. 

 “Hey now, don’t be like that. No one has to know…” He reached out and started stroking your arm. Quickly, you snatched your arm away and scoffed. 

 “You just don’t know when to quit, do you? Look, I’ve told you over and over again that I am not interested at all! What will it take for you to just leave me alone? Again, please let me go, I have important matters to attend to.” You tried again to leave and even push him off of you but he moved to cage you between your desk and himself, his arms on either side of your body. 

 “Come on! You know you want this.” Before he could continue or inch any closer to you, a knock came from the door. ‘Saved by the bell’ you thought as you sighed in relief. Finally, he ceded his position and called out for whoever was at your door. 

 “So sorry to interrupt Mr.Miller, I had no idea you were in here. But, um, well, I was told to inform Mrs. Barnes that they’re waiting on her in the conference room. Everyone’s arrived.”

 “Thank you, Will. I was just heading out.” Avoiding Mr. Miller's eyes, you picked up your things and swiftly walked out of your office.

**

“Love? Bucky, I’m home!” You drop your keys in the tray and set your things down. Normally, Bucky might not be home. But since he just got back from a tough mission yesterday, he’s giving work a bit of a break. You wish you could do the same.

 Bucky comes out from the kitchen, spoon in hand. “Hey, doll. How was work today?” He asked and gave you a quick kiss. “You okay?”

 “Ugh, same as always. Exhausting. Yeah, I’m fine.”

 “Sure? You look... conflicted.”

 You sighed and told him everything that had happened. “It’s just too much, ya know? I’m not sure I can take it much longer. I’ve been putting up with it for so long already. And there's never really a guarantee that it’ll work out somewhere else if I quit now who knows how long it’ll be until I can find another job. Same problem if I wait. I just don’t know what to doooo. And even if I’d want to report him or something, he could just ‘fix’ that and make it go away. Say I made it up or some shit like that.” 

 Now you were sitting on the stool by the island, watching Bucky maneuver around the kitchen. “Oh wait, what are you cooking?” A smile formed on your face at the kind gesture. 

 “Your favorite.” 

 “Oh babe, you didn’t! That’s so sweet, thank you.” You hugged him tight and kissed him. “You. Are. The. Best. I love you.” You said between kisses.

 “Your welcome. I know how stressed and tired you’ve been lately and I figured this might make you feel a little better.”

 “It does! It so does! I’m going to take a quick shower okay?”

 “Just take a bath, dinner will be ready by the time you get out.” Nodding, you gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before you left the room.

**

 By the time you got out of the bath and changed into something comfortable, dinner was ready and a delicious aroma was filling your home. “Buck it smells amazing!” You called out.

 You stopped short when you saw the small dining table. A few candles were lit around it and one sat in the center. A bottle of wine was between the two glasses. A single rose rested on the side, clearly from the neighbors bush next door. You wondered if he had asked to pick it or if he just risked getting caught by Mrs. Bennet and invoke her wrath. God that woman loved her flowers… 

 Then you noticed the record player playing softly in the background. It was perfect. It was like a restaurant. Like one Bucky hand taken you to for one of your first dates. 

You were going to go looking for Bucky who, at the moment was nowhere in sight, when he emerged from the kitchen with two full plates in hand. He noticed you and set down the plates, then pulled a chair out and gestured dramatically for you to sit.

 You giggled and sat down. As soon as Bucky sat down too, you started digging into your food. Bucky laughed when you moaned at how delicious it was. 

**

 After dinner, Bucky loaded the dishwasher. You thought about the effort Bucky  had put into making the night perfect for you and you couldn’t think of what you could have done to deserve such a sweet and loving husband.

 Bucky walked up to you, stopped for a moment and seemed as though he was thinking or listening intently. “Dance with me.”

“What? Just because?” You replied, though you were already moving to do as he said.

 “Uh… It’s Ella Fitzgerald. ‘Dream a little dream of me’.” He stated matter-a-factly. Rolling your eyes, you mumbled a small ‘hmm fine’ and leaned against him. With your head on his shoulder, you swayed to the music and lost yourself in the moment. “What if you don’t go in tomorrow? To work i mean? Say you have really bad food poisoning or something so it won’t be weird if you don’t show up for a few days.”

 You thought it over. “I don’t know Buck. I have deadlines coming up for that project i told you about. And a ton of other things that no one else really knows how to do. You know i’d love to but i just- i-i don’t know.”

 “Oh come on!” He said enthusiastically, grabbing your hands. “Take a break! Let’s go somewhere. I know you’ve been dying to go to the beach lately. Stark has that place, I’m sure he’d let us use it for a couple days. You can sleep in late tomorrow. I’ll call for you bright and early, say you need lots of rest and no visitors. Think about it! That way you can make a decision with a fresh mind once we get back. Say yes. Please.”

 “Okay.” You said without a second thought. A break did sound nice. “Ok let’s do it.”

 “This is going to be great!” Leaning down, he kissed you deeply and spun you around. You both laughed as he kissed you again.

 You’re not really sure when or how you got to your bed. You and Bucky stripped down completely and his hands roamed your body eliciting soft moans from you. He grins, pleased with the reactions you give him without even realizing it. 

 His fingers caressed your breasts as his mouth made its was down. From your lips, to your jaw, to the sweet spot on your neck, collarbone, then finally joining your hands in giving equal attention to your breasts. You let out a small gasp when he sucked a nipple into his mouth and bit gently, his hand playing with the other.

 “Oh, God,” you moaned, “Bucky, please!”

 Heeding your pleas, he went lower and lower towards the place you really wanted him, placing open kisses wherever he went. You needed him. Bad. Your core ached for Bucky to fill it, the anticipation killing you.

 You gripped the sheets around you when he sucked on your clit and licked between your folds, lapping up your desire. Your hands found his hair and you tugged harshly as the feeling grew stronger and stronger. 

 “Bucky, Bucky please” You begged. You brought up his head by his hair that you held tightly in your hands. “I need you inside me, Buck.” Surely your eyes were wide and desperate at the prospect. He moved up your body until you were face to face with him between your spread legs. Both of you breathed heavily and stared into one anothers eyes. 

 He guides himself to your entrance and pushes in all at once and groans. “Fuck, doll.” He moans.

 His thrusts start slow and you can feel every perfect inch of him. His fingers rubbed your clit and you felt that familiar knot forming.  He speeds up gradually and your moans and groans come quick and louder with each thrust of Bucky’s hips. “You’re so good for me. So pretty moaning under me.” Your nails raked his back and surely left angry red streaks that would stay a while. 

 “Oh, Bucky. Oh God! You feel so good. You fill me up so good.” You had to bight your lip hard in an attempt to quiet down your moans. His hips moved at a godly pace, the growing knot threatening to burst. “Bucky please! Harder! I’m so close! God, I’m gonna cum!”

 “Me too.” He moaned. You felt him twitch and you knew he was about to cum.

 “Cum for me Buck,” You said and kissed along his jaw and neck sloppily. He was groaning with every thrust, hitting your spot perfectly every time. “I’m coming Bucky! Oh, god! I’m coming!” You shook around him and let out a long shaky moan as you came hard. Your walls clenched around his length. His hips stuttered as he came deep inside you, groaning loud. He fucked you through your orgasms then stilled deep inside you. 

Running a hand through his hair, you sighed. He pulled out of you, and you felt his cum spill out of you. You laughed softly as Bucky cleaned both of you up then pulled him down onto the bed. He held you close and you curled up next to him, letting sleep wash over you. 

You couldn’t wait for the next day to come.

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Take a Break\\Masterlist

This is going to be a four part mini-series!  Also, this is my first attempt to write anything other than a one-shot/drabble. I’ll post part one as soon as I can! Thank you so much @marvel-moodboard for the moodboard!

Prompt/box filled:(3thingstoinclude:) An annoying boss, a bikini, and a fake illness. For @evanstanwrites, “Of all the stars in the sky, there are none as beautiful as you.” for @sgtjbuccky and @jaamesbbarnes,  ‘Stargazing’ and “I never thought I’d say this but put on a shirt before you burn” for @until-theend-oftheline

*Different parts will be fills for @buckybarnesbingo @star-spangled-bingo @goodthingshappenbingo: each square I use will be mentioned in the individual parts.

Fandom: Marvel

characters and pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Maybe smut? Idk yet, fluff, slight angst

Summary: With your boss driving you up the wall and Bucky having the weekend free, you decide on an impromptu beach vacation.

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Part I

Part II

Part III 

[botanicalbarnes]

Take a Break (3/4)

Part III

Prompt/box filled:(3thingstoinclude:) An annoying boss, a bikini, and a fake illness. For @evanstanwrites

Sunset for @buckybarnesbingo

Stargazing for @until-theend-oftheline , and “of all the stars in the sky, there are none as beautiful as you” for @sgtjbuccky and @jaamesbbarnes

Fandom: Marvel

pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 855

Warnings: nothin much… fluff as usual

Summary: With your boss driving you up the wall and Bucky having the weekend free, you decide one an impromptu beach vacation.

A/N: This is going to be pretty short, but I hope you enjoy all the same.

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**Not my GIF**

By the time you woke up, it was already midday. Let’s just say, if you didn’t remember the events of the night before, Bucky gave you a ravenous reminder.

“Hungry?” You asked him as you slipped on your panties and his shirt. He walked over wearing sweats and a smug grin.

“Yes.” He said simply before pulling you into him and kissing you deeply. Laughing, you pushed him off you lightly while he continued leaving quick kisses all over your face.

“Not that kind of hungry! Stop!” Your voice went higher towards the end of your sentence when he started tickling you. “Stop! Please Buck! If you don’t stop I’m going to pee on myself!” You giggled and used all your strength to try and get him of you. Your efforts, of course, were useless against the super soldier.

He kissed you playfully one more time before letting you go running to the restroom. “Help me fix breakfast. I’m making waffles.” He said to you once you appeared in the doorway. You went over to his phone sitting on the counter and put on some music. You moved around the kitchen to the beat and spun yourself making Bucky laugh. He soon joined in on your antics and by the time you remembered what you were actually doing in the kitchen, waffles, bacon, and eggs were a bit burnt. Not inedible just yet though.

You watched each other playfully as you ate, giggling from time to time. “Hey, so, I was thinking last night that since there’s not really any lights out here other than ours, we should be able to see the stars really well. So once it gets dark we can lay down some blankets or sit in the chairs and just stargaze.”

“That’d be really nice and fun. Good thinking babe. I know there’s a telescope in the spare bedroom. I know exploring the house hasn’t been, um, the priority.” He winked with a smirk, “but Tony told me just in case. It sort of slipped my mind ‘till you mentioned it.”

“Then that’s what we’ll do. You can point out all the constellations you know and maybe we can even spot a shooting star.” You gave him a quick kiss and left to wash the dishes.

Bucky followed laughing. “Yeah, sure. As if you don’t know them all already.”

“Oh come on Buck! It’s for the gesture. It’s romantic! If it makes you feel any better, I can act clueless.”

“Nah, I like it when you’re smart. I mean, your smart all the time but- well you get the point.” You laughed, and handed him another plate to rinse.

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By sunset, you laid out a few blankets and pillows, along with the beach chairs just in case. Two glasses of wine stood next to the half empty bottle. You had made it a point to turn off every light except but have a flashlight handy.

You sat between Bucky’s legs, leaning against his chest. It was so peaceful to watch the sun set into the horizon. Bucky’s arms circled around you and placed soft kisses low on your neck and along your shoulder.

Stars began to appear through the darkness until they filled the sky. You found yourself in awe of the sight. “I’ve never seen so many stars in one place. It’s so beautiful here. Thank you for bringing me out here.”

“Of all the stars in the sky, there are none as beautiful as you.” Now you were laying side by side looking up at the sky. You turned your head to look at him to see him already watching you. You gave him a kiss before giggling.

“That’s so cheesy. But thank you.”

“I’m trying to woo you.”

“Bucky. We’re married! You don’t have to woo me. You already got me. I love you.”

“Just want to keep the flame alive… I love you too.” A satisfied grin tugged at his lips. His eyes lit up and he pointed up at the sky. You let him point out constellations left and right. His enthusiasm was contagious and soon enough you joined him in his pointing and naming. When you finally settled down with a brief fit of laughter, Bucky retold the stories and myths behind the constellations.

“Orion,” he began, “was a fearsome hunter. He vowed to kill all the animals on earth. Gaia, Mother Earth was enraged by this. So she sent Scorpio to kill him. Orion and Scorpio were placed in the sky. Orion in the winter, and Scorpio in the summer to chase after him forever.”

You always loved when he told you stories, no matter how brief it was. Just then, as he was about to tell you another one, you saw a shooting star crossing the sky. He stopped talking, seeing it too. “Look! Make a wish!”

“Ok. So what’d you wish for?” You asked a minute later.

‘For a lifetime of moments like these with you.’ He thought to himself, but to you he simply said “can’t say. Then it won’t come true.” You stayed silent at this, not knowing you had both wished for the same thing.

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Writing Challenge Masterlist

Challenge

- Phoenix Rising ( Bucky x Reader) by @shield-agent78 

Summary: This story is based on a Modified version of Endgame. When Bucky disappears you are out for blood. (Just think Clint in Endgame but a female version.) Steve comes to you with an idea of time travel; which is so crazy it just might work. You arrive at the Avengers Compound just to see it go up in flames but suited up ready for the fight. Does Bucky finally come home? Do you kick ass on the battlefield? What happens when you see Bucky? Does he still feel the same way after five years? Do you?

- All Dressed Up (Tom Hiddleston x Reader) by @just-the-hiddles

Summary: You and Tom have been dating for some time and you feel like the relationship has gone stale.  You decide that Tom’s wardrobe needs an overhaul based on his worn out and ratty clothes.  But will Tom appreciate the gesture?

- Catfish (Bucky x Reader) by @fichoe21​

summary: y/n has a date with someone she met online

- Take a break (Bucky x Reader) by @awkwardfangirl2014

Summary: With your boss driving you up the wall and Bucky having the weekend free, you decide on an impromptu beach vacation.

- Date night  (Bucky x Reader) by @seabasstrash

Summary: You never thought that you would be on a date with Bucky Barnes.

- Records (Buck x Reader) by @humandronebarnes

Summary: Bucky loves a woman who loves vinyls and My Chemical Romance.

- Multiples (Chris Evans x Reader) by @smoothdogsgirl

Summary: Chris and his wife are expecting.

- Have you seen (Sebastian Stan x Reader) @smoothdogsgirl

Summary: Sebastian meets his new neighbor

- Dizzy (Bucky x Reader) by @calum-hoodwinked-me

Summary: A former assassin now reformed, what do you do when your first double mission goes askew?

- Nectar of the gods (Steve Rogers x Reader (gender neutral) by @nomadicpixel

Summary: After ignoring Thor’s warnings about drinking asgardian liquor, you suffer the consequences.

[evanstanwrites]

Heya! I'm going to be a day late with the writing challenge. I was planning on finishing my fic today, but I had to stay overtime at work today and I'm super tired and my brain just isn't working anymore. :( I'll finish the fic tomorrow after work and post it as soon as possible! I hope you have a lovely birthday!

Thank you hun 😘 ❤😁

don't worry, take as much time as you need.

[evanstanwrites]

Hey! Can I have sentence #16?? 😃❤️

Of course, i'll add you on the list 😘

[evanstanwrites]

For your challenge are RPF fics allowed?

Yeah sure

[evanstanwrites]

Hi. Congratulations on 700. Am I please have the prompt How is my wife more badass than me?”

Thank you

Sure you can

[evanstanwrites]

Hi, I know I'm a newer follower but I'd love to be part of your 700 followers writing challenge! I'd love #18: An apple a day keeps anyone away if you throw it hard enough.

Yeah sure, i'll add you on the list

[evanstanwrites]

Great and I know two sentences I like. You’re bleeding all over my carpet., that’s on here’s the second one*. “Ignore me, I didn’t see anything”. But I don’t know whether to do either of them for Steve or Clay😔

You got time to think about that😘 I'll set those to sentences as yours then.