#hockey coach!wanda

[wandasfifthwife]

*ೃ༄ the difference between daddy!wanda & mommy!wanda

hockey coach/player! wanda x afab!reader ︎tw ͏ 𖧷 MDNI, top!wanda, bottom!reader, mentions or hints to sexual acts such as (fingering, oral (v & strap), grinding, tribbing, scissoring, strap in v), kinks such as degradation/praise, marking, exhibition ͏a/n ︎ 𖧷 inspired by this post. I WILL POST A FIC OF R CALLING W DADDY FOR THE FIRST TIME LIKE SOON!

ׂ╰┈➤ series m.list 🌷 ┈➤ wanda m.list 🌻

❀꫶̯͙ࣺ˖̑͡mommy!wanda 💐

* these are the moments when she’s giving, gentle—

* it’s when R wakes up late at night, pulling on her shirt and Wanda’s turning over, half-asleep to sedate R’s neediness

* these are when she’s at practice, a hand on R’s hip as she’s talking to the kid’s parents

* it’s how she’s checking in on you often, pressing a kiss to your cheek when she notices how you’re looking down

* this is when she’s expressing her love for you, whispering how beautiful you are—all of you, mind body and soul

* it’s how she kisses you sweetly, hand on your face

* this is love confessions throughout your intimate moments

* these are moments when you’re eating her out and she’s guiding you through it, telling you how good you are for her, how lucky she is to have you

* this is when she either knows what you want, or if not she’ll ask and do everything you ask and more

* this is where if you want to control the situation, she’ll sit back and let you ride her, she’ll let you finger her—and she’ll be so kind to you

* it’s when she coos when she notices tears, wiping them from your cheeks immediately

* these are moments when she’s building you up again, helping you if you’re ever feeling down/bad about yourself or your body

* It’s small makeouts on her couch, grinning when she feels you grind on her lap and whimper so sweetly into her mouth

* this is when you can feel it mentally, you feel loved and taken care of, your heart and body feeling more confident after

* it’s when she’s bringing you water/food after, talking with you, and setting a hot bath for you to relax in after an intimate moment

fics w/ mommy!wanda —> locker room | my hands are cold, warm them?

❀꫶̯͙ࣺ˖̑͡daddy!wanda 💐

* these are the moments when she’s calling the shots, demanding—

* it’s when W loses a game and takes her frustration out, roughly pulling R down on her strap

* it’s the way she slams opponents into the screened wall when she’s heard them talk about you like you’re single and open for taking

* it’s the marks she loves to leave on your skin, biting down to hear you cry out

* this is when she’s feeling cocky about how good she makes you feel, smiling at your blissful expression

* it’s when she’s calling you names, titles such as slut are used, meant to make you feel degraded

* these are moments when she can’t help herself, pushing you into some crammed space to make your eyes roll to the back of your head

* this is when she’s pushing her strap past your lips, laughing when you choke or have tears pooling in your eyes

* this is when she has a hand on your thigh, dangerously close to your cunt on purpose as she eyes down another who’s been looking at you for too long

* it’s when she’s pushing you over the edge to pull you right back in despite your little (untrue/false) statements for her to “stop”

* she doesn’t and won’t let you lead, she’s going to be pulling all the reigns

* this is when you can feel it after— legs shaky and a limp in your step

* it’s when she’s falling asleep on you after with a smile on her face, the both of you too tired to go anywhere after her drawn out ministrations on you

fics w/ daddy!wanda —> she tells me keep fucking cause she loves this shit | your jealousy is showing (on me)

[lunaroserites]

Art and Ice - Doodle

Pairing: Eventual Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Characters: Natasha, Wanda, Pietro, Loki, Bucky, Sam Wilson, Clint Barton, a lot of the avengers cast is mentioned.

Summery: MC asks Bucky to be her focus on her project.

This might a 2 or 3 parter (it's gonna be more because cannot help myself). College AU, our boy Bucky is on the hockey team, and reader is an art major (because I love that trope and couldn't help myself)

Warnings: Not beta'd! All mistakes are my own. Friends fluff, swearing, mentions of college students being college students. Bit of friendly harmless flirting between friends. Bucky is a playboy. Fighting.

Word Court: 2770

Likes, reblogs, comments are appreciated!

Please do not repost, translate or otherwise copy my work elsewhere, without my express permission, thank you! Lunaroserites on tumblr and ao3

Catch up here: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 ❤️

“You think I can just say fuck it and drop out?” The words tumbled out of your mouth quickly as you walked with Nat toward the arena. Practice was in the afternoon today because there was a game tonight. According to Nat our rival team would be here later to do some warm up before the game tonight. 

“Seriously?” She raised a manicured brow at you. 

“Maybe Pietro was right. I should be a drama major,” you whispered, mostly to yourself. You knew you were being over dramatic about the ordeal, but Barnes was an egotistical jerk and he was going to make this project hell. Was that a pessimistic take on it? Maybe. Were you wrong? Probably not. 

You pulled your school hoodie tighter, winter's grasp was holding on tight this year. The wind nipped at your nose and cheeks as you both made your way into the arena. Once inside the main doors heat blasted at you, you rubbed your arms with your hands and looked at Nat who was doing the same. 

“You are dramatic. But it’s gonna be fine,” her confidence almost made you believe her. Originally you were just going to wait and ask him outside the arena, in hopes maybe his cocky, surefire attitude would be on the back burner. But Nat said practice was amping up now as the season drew closer to playoffs and the team would be traveling a lot more. Nat led us to our seats next to the bench, another woman was sitting there already. 

“Peggy!” Nat said cheerfully, as she sat down next to her. 

“Natasha!” she said cheerfully back. “Who’s this?” She smiled at you. You waved and introduced yourself.

“Oh you’re the one doing the art project? Steve mentioned it,” she asked. 

You nodded, “news travels fast?” you laugh a little weirded out how she already knew. 

“Hockey players gossip worse than fishermen wives in the locker room...”

“And out of it,” Nat added with a laugh, Peggy chuckled as well.

 “And Barnes can’t shut up about the fact you drew him,” Peggy said with an eyeroll. Right, you thought. Peggy probably spent a decent time around him, since Steve and him were best friends, from your understanding it was rare to see one without the other. 

“I’m not surprised,” you chuckled, looking down at your sketchpad. The night before you stayed up and watched videos of Barnes’ best plays and a couple of his interviews. There were some very detailed pictures of his face there. You quickly turned to a black page so Nat wouldn’t see it and poke fun. When you found a muse, it was hard for you to focus on anything but it. You could feel the hole you were digging getting bigger and bigger. 

“Fuck,” you glared at Barnes as he slammed into the glass in front of you, startling you. He had his helmet lifted and he was giving you a bright and flirty smile. You raised an eyebrow at him and shook your head, uninterested in his antics. He slipped his helmet down and pushed back, skating backwards, he moved so fluidly, you couldn’t help but pay attention. 

“Oi! Barnes. Pay attention,” someone snapped, you looked towards the voice and stared for a moment. 

“Coach Fury,” Nat said to you, “the only person that can get Barnes to pay attention besides Steve,” she finished. You nodded before looking back at the players. Your eyes were drawn to a smaller player, he wore a 12 on his back, Stark. He had been in one of your business classes you took in your second semester. He was an interesting guy, cocky and arrogant, he also came from money. His father was the owner of Stark Industries. He was speeding up and down the ice with ease. 

“12, he's fast,” you murmured to Nat, who nodded.

“He broke a record last year, his size makes it easier for him to zoom around,” Nat answered as she looked down at my paper, “Barnes really has your eye doesn’t he, this is like the Hela thing all over again,” she chuckled.  

“Yeah,” you blushed deeply and looked back down at your paper. You really wished one of the other teammates caught your attention, if Clint did this would be much simpler. But of of course the school hot shot had to be one to catch your eye.

“Hey,” Nat lifted your chin and made you look at her. “It’s fine, muses come and go. That’s how art is,” she smiled, that was one thing you loved about Nat, she never questioned or made fun of your muses or how ridiculous an idea you had was when it came to your art. She would poke fun, and make silly jokes, but nothing harmful. Just good natured fun. Her support was unwavering and true. 

Nat was a dancer, she was studying dance and dance theory. That’s how you two met, you accidently stumbled into one of the dance studios after hours instead of the art room. She was there practicing, and made small talk with you. You ended up just sitting on the dance room floor and working on your project talking with her as she practiced. 

“You know what’s funny, I didn’t think about dance for this project,” you chuckled after you relaxed a little. Nat’s face broke into a wide smile. 

“It would be the same as Pietro and the track team, but at least we look cute in our dance attire,” she mused lightly. You laughed loudly at her comment. 

“You really hate those track uniforms,” you shook your head as you chuckled some more. Clint zipped passed a moment later and Nat‘s eye followed him like a magnet. “Goodness, you’re so in love, it’s sickening,” you mused, she pushed your shoulder playfully. 

“How long have you two known one another?” Peggy asked. 

“Since first semester,” you answered her with a smile. 

“You guys are such good friends, I would have expected childhood bestfriends,” Peggy said, as she smiled at Steve who skated by. 

“We just clicked,” you shrugged, returning to your sketchpad. 

Practice drew to a close a little while later and you followed behind Nat and Peggy as they made their way back toward the locker room. There were a few girls, including Pepper Potts, Starks on again/off again girlfriend. Every other week Nat would be talking about it. The girl Bucky had on his arm last time was missing from the group of girls waiting for the players to leave the locker room. First out was Clint, and he made a beeline for Nat, instantly pulling her into a hug and pressing his nose into her neck, she squealed a little as his cold nose made contact with her skin.

Peggy excused herself to go wait by the door for Steve who emerged with Barnes a moment later. She whispered something in Steve’s ear and pointed over at you with a smile. Steve nodded and waved with a small smile of his own. Barnes followed his gaze and instantly he perked up when he noticed you. He swaggered toward you, past the gaggle of girls waiting to try and get his attention, you noticed a couple of them glare in your direction. You stood with your arms crossed over your chest, sketch book tucked against your side. You looked up at him as he came up to you making a complete stop a foot in front of you. He really didn’t care about personal space, you took one step back so you didn't have to crane your neck as much to look him in the face.

“And what do I owe the pleasure today Doodle,” you cocked an eyebrow at the nickname, and squinted slightly. The nickname didn’t make you scrunch your nose or want to gag so it wasn’t the worst. You sighed heavily and danced on the balls of your feet for a moment. He just stared, watching you intently, a dumb cocky smirk plastered on his face. 

“Would you let me draw you for my art project?” You asked, you wished the weight bearing down on your shoulders lifted but it didn’t. You dreaded the thought of spending more time with this menace of a man. His lip twitched further upward and showed some of his perfect white teeth. 

“Ah Doodle, I thought you'd never ask,” he ruffled your hair with one of his big hands. You groaned and moved your head from him and tried to fix your hair. 

“Don’t touch me, please,” you said sternly. “I just need permission to draw you and use your likeness.” 

“Ah don’t be like that,” he moved forward and you stepped backwards and to the right, dodging him. He huffed in annoyance and you stared at him with your arms crossed again and slight scowl. “Will you be at the game tonight?” He asked, finally standing upright, his own arms crossed across his broad chest. 

“Seats are sold out besides the reserved seats for team partners,” you stated, “so no not tonight.”  

“There's always a seat reserved for my girl, you can have that one,” he stated matter of factly. 

“I’m not your girl,” you said back firmly. “This whole thing is for my art project,” you moved your hand jestering to both of you, “it ends once my project is done.” 

You couldn’t quite place the look on his face after you said that, but you could pick up the small look of challenge in his eyes. It seemed he was making this game, like he was contemplating how long it would be before you would cave and give him what he wanted. Another notch in his bed post. From what you could tell based on his body language alone he was not used to being rejected. Women usually flaunted over him and fell in his lap, all he had to do was choose who he wanted at that moment. Your determination to not be one of those girls was considered a challenge to him, met head on with stubborn determination to break you down and get what he wanted in the end. That made your stomach twist at the thought, he only wanted to do this to sleep with you, have some fun and then dump you off on Loki’s lap heart broken. 

You shook your head, lost in your own thoughts. Barnes was still looking at you, a contemplative look on his face. He had his chin in his hand as he rubbed it, “this will be fun, see you tonight Doodle.” You glared at him as he walked away, twirling his keys around his finger. 

“Jerk,” you said softly to yourself before you made your way over to Nat and Clint. 

“Well that went better than I expected,” Nat said quietly as the three of you left the rink until you had to be back later. 

A sleek black car was parked at the curb, you waved goodbye to Nat and Clint as you ran over to the car and slid into the passenger seat, you rolled the window down and shouted “goodbye! See you later,” Nat waved and they continued walking. 

“Hey Loki!” You said cheerfully. 

“Hello darling, I take it asking Barnes went well?” He asked as he put the car in drive and pulled out from the curb. 

“It went alright. The cocky bastard,” you clipped your belt in place and turned your head to look at Loki fully. “He’s already flirting with me,” you shook your head in annoyance. 

“At least he has good taste darling,” Loki said sweetly as we sped down the freeway into town to have an early dinner.

“Have fun darling,” Loki shouted out the open window of the car as he dropped you off at the arena. You turned back and gave him an unamused smile and flipped him off. 

“Yeah, fuck you,” you said with a slight laugh and turned away, waving, “love you dork,” you said over your shoulder. Nat was waiting just inside the arena for you and led you to your seats. 

“So one of the perks of dating hockey players? Free seats?” You mused sitting down next to her, the arena was still pretty empty as the game didn’t start for 45 minutes. 

“One of them,” she chuckled. Warm ups started and Clint stopped for a moment in front of us and lifted his helmet.

“Hey girls,” he said with a smile before darting off to warm up. 

“Looks like Barnes just noticed us,” Nat said as he skated over. 

“He had me clocked from the parking lot,” you grumbled. Nat laughed loudly and placed her hand on your shoulder wiping a tear from her eye. 

“You’re not wrong,” she said between giggles. Barnes skated forward and came to stop sending glittering flecks of shaved ice toward the glass. 

“Nat, Doodle, how's my new favourite girl?” He asked with a cocky smile. You rolled your eyes, and placed your cheek on your hand as you looked at him with a deadpan expression, Nat smirked next to you. You watched as Barnes ran his tongue over his teeth, he then winked and skated off to join warm ups. 

“Do the woman he dates actually like that attitude?” You mused absently as you doodled on the open page of your sketchbook. Nat shrugged.

“Honestly, they’re probably more interested in his looks, and don’t care about anything else. That or the potential paycheck he’ll be earning if they can tie him down long enough,” She said softly. Your gut twisted uncomfortably at that, and you grimaced. Sure the guy was an arrogant prick, but he deserved better than that. Nat noticed your facial expression and nodded. “It’s not really fair, there's moments when he’s more than the arrogant show off, he’s pretty sweet. I think he’s just gotten used to hiding it; he doesn't bother being anything else.” 

“Be what they expect of you and no one will question it,” you hummed. You mindless doodles turned into a simple sketch of his face. You admired the sharpness of his jaw, his mouth set in a soft line that was slightly upturned.  

The game started, and you were too focused on watching Barnes skate to really watch the game. Not that you really understood the sport enough to really understand what was happening in front of you. First intermission passed and they were half through the second period when a black punk landed on your sketch pad. It startled you and your head shot up and you meant Barnes eyes. Nat was giggling next to you as you picked the offending puck up and handed it to the kid sitting behind you, who happened to be wearing a Barnes jersey. The kids day was made and Barnes’ narrowed his eyes at you. You smirked back in return and went back to drawing. 

The crowd erupted in loud chants as Barnes scored with less than a second left in the third period, winning the game for your college. You watched as Barnes skated around celebrating his goal only for the captain of the other team to get up in his face. You tensed up as you watched the guy push Barnes shoulders and then grab his protective gear getting in his face. 

So the rest of the team came to investigate and there was an all out brawl on the ice right in front of you. You stood up and looked down. Barnes was on top of the captain, his fist raised and he was breathing heavily. 

“Bucky,” his name left your lips before you could stop it and he had to have heard you because his face tilted in your direction for a fraction of a second and the captain took that as an opportunity to flip Barnes over and bring a hard fist down on the bridge of his nose. You shrieked as blood gushed out of Barnes’ nose. Nat was standing next to you as you both watched in horror. 

You turned your head and saw your college coach hopping the bench and helping refs break it up. Steve hauled the other team's captain off his best friend and shoved him into the arms of other teammates who pulled him further away. Steve helped Barnes up and took his face in his hands, Barnes just gave him a dopey smile. His gaze turned to you for a moment and he smiled a bigger smile.  You looked at him with wide eyes and your mouth agape, horrified. 

The captain of the other team didn’t look like he fared much better. He was bloody and his eye was swelling shut with each passing second. Coach Fury looked pissed, and was stalking over to the other teams coach for a few words, a ref following close behind.

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[themculibrary]

AU Fics Masterlist 3

Links Last Checked: April 13th, 2024

part one, part two

Alone in the Bitterness (ao3) - Lissadiane bucky/clint G, 16k

Summary: “In which Bucky is a nurse and Clint is his favourite (and most frequent) patient.”

Almost Boyfriends (ao3) - IronDadStan steve/tony, bucky/clint, rhodey/natasha G, 22k

Summary: Tony moved from California to New York his junior year of high school, where he started attending SHEILD high school in Brooklyn. He made amazing friendships his first day that would bloom into life long friendships. While Tony was a small, nerdy guy who kept to himself - everyone liked him and he never really had any enemies - well, there was one. The person in school he hated and who seemed to feel the same about him. Stupid, tall, handsome Steve Rogers.

and he looks up (ao3) - Anonymous steve/tony, one sided obidiah/tony M, 25k

Summary: Tony says, “You jump, I jump, right,” with barely any breath left, and Steve can’t do anything but stare.

Tony touches his face, cups his cheek, runs his fingers over the back of his neck like he’s not going to get another chance, and Steve says, “Right,” and kisses him before burying his head in his neck, kissing whatever he can reach.

(Or, the steve/tony Titanic!AU with a happy ending for the Avengers.)

Barnes Family Motors, Inc. (ao3) - phlintandsteel bucky/tony E, 68k

Summary: In a world where alphas legally own omegas, Bucky is just a small time mechanic from Brooklyn who gets lucky in a poker game. Tony is an omega whose life is fraught with abuse, until his luck suddenly takes a turn for the better.

In the grand scheme of things they may only be able to make little differences in the lives of those around them, but that doesn’t mean it’s not worth making them. After all, a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.

Breakaway (ao3) - NegativeGhostrider yelena/kate E, 81k

Summary: Kate Bishop is a photojournalism student at NYU, talented but admittedly lacking in focus. When she’s all but forced to cover an international hockey tournament for her end of semester piece, it’s not exactly her dream come true. Kate has never really given a shit about hockey. But that was before she met the terrifying captain of Team Russia. Yelena Belova is one of the world’s best competitive hockey players - ruthless, driven, and talented beyond measure - and Kate knows a good story when she sees one. Sure, she’s strange and irritating and extremely distracting, but Kate can deal with it. But there’s more to this game than meets the eye, and when she goes digging and uncovers more than she bargained for, everything changes. The stakes are high and everything is on the line. But she can’t win alone.

can’t for the life of me (ao3) - prxntiss gamora/peter M, 38k

Summary: “I promise I’m not just tryna get you in my bed… unless it’s working?”

She shoved him so hard that he almost fell off the path. “In your dreams, Quill.”

-

[ in which peter and gamora are flustered teenagers who are strongly in denial ]

Diamonds Are A Girl’s Best Friend (ao3) - camichats wanda/tony E, 14k

Summary: Wanda ends up as Tony Stark’s sugar baby to help get her through college. Getting into that relationship was the last thing she expected and falling in love came as a surprise to both of them.

Expecting The Unexpected (ao3) - Capsicle2013 steve/tony M, 35k

Summary: When Steve struggles to get pregnant, Tony offers to carry the baby. It’s a success and Tony falls pregnant. Everything appears normal. So then why is Steve experiencing the same thing?

Friday Night Lights (ao3) - beezyland steve/natasha T, 276k

Summary: Coming off a heartbreaking loss their previous season, the Lieber High Avengers, led by ex-military first year head coach Nick Fury, need all the help they can get when the next football season brings teenage drama and heartbreaking injuries.

AKA A Friday Night Lights AU where Natasha is the coach’s daughter and Steve is big enough to be a linebacker, but only wants to play quarterback, a position secured by Bucky, his football machine of a best friend destined to play college ball. Well, at least, before the accident.

Prima Nocta (ao3) - Dira Sudis (dsudis) M, 19k

Summary: This is the night Steve is stolen by Tony Stark, whose slaves disappear in industrial quantities. This is the night sex slave #32557038 is given to a new master and finds out what is expected of him. This is the night Tony saves two slaves and doesn’t tell them any comforting lies like “You’re free now.”

Stars Fading, but I Linger On, Dear (ao3) - ChibiSquirt steve/tony E, 53k

Summary: A Soulmate AU where people meet their soulmate in their dreams. Of course, not even that solves all the world's problems, especially if one or more of the soulmates has a secret identity...

strays (ao3) - Anonymous steve/tony, clint/natasha T, 85k

Summary: Tony will take whatever he can get from Steve, which is pathetic, because he’s not even really friends with him.

Or, the highschool!AU where Pepper is Tony's much-needed therapist, Darcy is his parter in crime, Bruce needs to go through puberty, Clint shows up to school with bruises and Steve just wants everyone to get through this intact.

Swings and Roundabouts (ao3) - mariana_oconnor bucky/clint E, 50k

Summary: Clint Barton hates everything about Bucky Barnes, from his stupid perfect hair to his stupid perfect smile - especially the stupid perfect smug smile that he aims at Clint, like he’s better than him or something.

Clint wants nothing more than to wipe that smile off Barnes’ dumb face and make him see exactly how good Clint is. So naturally, he kisses him.

That’s how it begins.

the view when you’re falling (ao3) - peculiarblue mj/peter G, 24k

Summary: MJ decides to cash in her good deed of the week by covering her best friend Ned’s night shift at the local coffee shop and gets a lot more than she bargained for when a masked hero swings in for a late night order.

alternatively: MJ falls in love with Spider-Man one night on the rooftop of the coffee shop she works in. and the next night. and every night after that.

Uncertainty of the Law (ao3) - mambo steve/bucky M, 26k

Summary: Steve didn't expect to fall in love with the lawyer looking at his painting.

But he did.

Undertones and Overtures (ao3) - RockSaltAndRoll steve/bucky E, 106k

Summary: In which Steve is deaf and Bucky is an amputee.

Bucky Barnes is studying for his masters in Music Composition at Juilliard when he unexpectedly meets skinny little artist Steve Rogers in a book store one Saturday. They both have their issues and it’s going to take a lot to understand each other, but with a little help from friends and family, they might be able to make this work.

Untouchable (ao3) - AvoidingAverage steve/bucky E, 43k

Summary: (Or, the AU where Bucky tries to protect Steve by threatening violence on anyone who hurts him and inadvertently leads him into a world of mob violence, Interpol raids, and an overthrow of Alexander Pierce. )

Urgent Care (ao3) - Jo (jmathieson) clint/phil E, 45k

Summary: When a gorgeous young paramedic named Clint Barton walks into Dr. Phil Coulson's ER, both of their lives get a lot more complicated.

we’re invincible, remember? (ao3) - Possiblyenjoyable bruce/tony, brief pepper/tony E, 80k

Summary: Time moves slowly for Tony. He’s tried everything he could possibly think of to make time move faster, but God, it’s impossible. He remembers when he used to think time moved too quickly, back when he and Bruce were online best buddies and before Bruce’s Skype icon disappeared from his computer when he was twelve. Now, he just wants everything to be over and done with. Until he sees a familiar face the start of his senior year of high school.

Or, the one where Tony and Bruce were childhood best friends before Bruce disappeared for six years.

wholesale change (ao3) - biblionerd07 steve/bucky M, 83k

Summary: Steve Rogers, captain of a losing NHL team, has taken so many bad penalties this season he’s worried he’s going to get set down to the minors as punishment. His agent comes up with a plan to make Steve irreplaceable to the fans–a reality dating show. Where the contestants want to date Steve.

[write-orflight]

Light the Lamp: Chapter 1

**Gif Not Mine**

Prev -  Next

Pairings: Bucky Barnes X Reader (Friends to Lovers, College/Hockey AU

Rating: M

Words: 2.2K

Warnings:  College kids being college kids, drinking, swearing, talk of sex(No smut yet but will be)

Request: OPEN/CLOSED

Summary:  Love and Hockey were kind of the same, everyone’s just rushing to score. So why couldn’t you?

A.N Summary bad but I literally couldn’t focus on writing anything else until I finished at least the first chapter of this. let me know what you think, Message/reply/inbox to be tagged.

  Chapter 1: 1st Quarter

Hockey wasn’t the sport Bucky wanted to play originally. He wanted to play baseball like his old man but when Steve decided he wanted to take ice skating lessons, he made Bucky tag along so he wouldn’t be the only boy in the class. Soon, they found themselves recruited in the junior rec hockey team and had been playing together ever since. It wasn’t a surprise that when recruitment came around that school’s were trying to pick up both of them. People knew better than to separate Cap from the Winter Soldier. Steve’s nickname was easy to figure out. He had a natural authoritative nature that made him the Captain of almost every team he played on. You never knew why they called Bucky the Winter Soldier until you played against him. Bucky was like an assassin on the ice. While everyone was focused on Steve in Center, Bucky was on left wing scoring the goal before you knew what hit you. So both of them getting recruited to play for the Avengers at Wilmington University wasn’t surprising. 

Meeting you was. 

At first, it was a sort of form of hazing. When they were starting their Freshman year so was the Coach’s daughter. He had asked senior members of the team to ‘keep an eye on her’ and make sure she didn’t get herself into any trouble. The seniors’ thinking that was lame, were more than happy to pass the task off to the two eager freshmen trying to make a name for themselves. So that’s how it started, The two boys walking you to classes and home from the library late at night, much to your demise. 

“I should’ve known my dad was going to do something like this.” You complained when you saw the two boys waiting outside your dorm the first week of classes. “Thanks for coming. But you can tell my dad that I’m not going to be the freak being escorted by hockey jocks everyday.” 

“No can do, Doll.” Bucky says. “We leave you, we’re doing drills the rest of practice.” 

“Doll? What’re you? A 40s newscaster?” You say, with an annoyed expression walking passed the boys who just followed suit behind you. “Ugh, this is such bullshit. He literally begged me to go to Wilmington and promised I’d be able to have a ‘normal college experience’. What about this is fucking normal?”  

“I know it’s less than ideal but hey, we can make the best out of this.” Steve smiles. “I’m Steve, by the way.” He says extending a hand. 

You shake it. You couldn’t blame them for your dad not trusting you. “Y/N. You?” You asked the other boy next to you. 

“Bucky.” He provides. 

“Bucky?” You question. 

“Well, it’s James but my friends call me Bucky.” 

“And that’s what we are? Friends?” You ask. 

“Might as well be, since we’ll be seeing each other a lot this semester.” 

And that’s how your semi-unconventional friendship started. Pretty soon, even though your dad had eased up on the 24-hour watch, per your mom's request, you still found yourself walking and getting coffee with the two in the mornings. Even, found yourself waiting in the rinks watching practices so you could hang out afterwards and that became your life for the next two years. Now the three of you we’re entering your Junior year of college. Steve was right back in his title role of Captain, Bucky was now first string Left Wing and you were… still watching from the bleachers. You didn’t mind though, you grew to love the sport due to it being your dad’s profession. Hell, you were on skates before you could even walk. But you never found yourself on the women’s team, Hockey wasn’t something you really wanted to do. You still supported the girls team though, which is why you found yourself watching their practices too. 

“Hey, Y/N!” Carol said, skating to the end of the rink where you were sitting next to her girlfriend, Maria. A position you often found yourself in, entertaining player’s girlfriends while they practiced. Maria was cool though, at least you knew about the sport. 

“Hey, Marvel.” You called her by her nickname. Thing about Hockey is everyone was called by their nicknames. 

“You going to the Sigma Pi party later?” She asks. 

“Uh, no one told me about it.” You say, awkwardly. 

“I’m telling you now.” Carol says like it's obvious. “You never go out anymore and I refuse to let you become a cat lady before you turn 25. Come over ours at 7, we’ll pregame and head over at 9. What do you say?” 

“Fine, I’ll come.” You say. 

“Great!” Carol says, pumping a fist before signalling her girlfriend to come closer to the rink. You look away as they kiss. Couples made you uneasy, especially hockey couples. You wanted that more than anything, for your guy to skate up to the gate just to sneak a kiss from you. Not that dating anyone from the team was even an option with you dad coaching. The team saw you as a little sister and if anyone was caught even looking at you in any way, their ass was grass by either your dad or Bucky, who’d become protective of you over the years. 

“Marvel, stop flirting with your girlfriend and GET BACK ON THE ICE!” You heard your dad scream. 

“Sorry, Couch!” She called. “Sorry, baby i’ve gotta jet. Y/N, don’t forget. 7 o’clock!” She says before skating off. 

“I won’t!” You call after her. 

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You can’t help but look at yourself in the mirror awkwardly at the tight Satin dress your roommate, Wanda practically forced you in. You were just going to wear a sweater and jeans, your regular wardrobe but Wanda insisted everyone had seen you in that and what they haven’t seen is you in a dress. Especially, with your new body, you had gotten over the summer working at a sports camp. Who knew running after kids would be such a great form of exercise? 

Wanda also did your makeup, something you didn’t typically wear, giving you a natural glow eye, a layer of mascara, and sticky gloss that made your look ‘dewy’ as Wanda described it. You tried to keep your hair in the bun but Wanda insisted you keep your hair down. Saying it made you look hotter, you shrugged knowing you’d have to take her word for it. 

The two of you made your way to Carol and Maria’s apartment. Carol swung the door open and looked at you in surprise. “Woah, Ice Baby, you clean up nice.” 

“Don’t start, Marvel. And you know how I feel about being called that.” You hated the nickname but since you were the coach’s daughter and you stuck around the rink any chance you got, The seniors had started calling you Ice Baby your freshman year and the nickname unfortunately stuck long after they had gone. 

“Right, sorry, I always forget.” Carol said moving out the way for the two of you to come in. 

The four of you drink and play games until it’s time to head to the party. You’ve got a pretty strong buzz going as you enter the party and you regret the strappy heels Maria made you borrow before leaving. You’re sitting in the corner when someone comes to sit way too close to you. You look up to see Brock Rumlow, or Rum as the team liked to call him. 

“I almost didn’t recognize you, Ice Baby. You look good.” 

“My name is Y/N but thank you.” You say, annoyed. 

He holds his hands up in mock surrender “I forgot you hate that nickname. Let me bring you a drink to make up for it. What you want.” 

“Rum and coke, please.” 

“Oh, so you like Rum?” He says, obvious double entendre hanging off his tongue. 

“The drink? Yes.” 

“You’ll like the man soon enough.” He winks, smirking at the flush that spreads across your cheeks. 

The two of you spend the night like that. He brings you drinks and shamelessly flirts with you as you get drunker and drunker. The two of you even dance for a bit in the sea of grinding bodies. Soon you’re telling him a story and a hand drifts to your leg. You turn and he’s much closer to your face than you thought he was. 

“Wanna get out of here?” He asks. You nod but before you can even stand, Bucky is there towering over Brock.

“You can leave, Brock. But I’m taking Y/N home.” He says. 

Brock rolls his eyes. “Forgot you had a Winter Soldier guard dog. No worries, dude. I’m leaving anyway.” He says, before turning to you. “You’ve got my number, call me if you wanna hang this week.” He says, nodding to Bucky before walking away. 

“Ugh, Bucky. What was that for?” You whine, drunkenly. 

“You’re drunk. I’m taking you home.” Bucky says. “Come on, stand up.” 

You shakingly get up and Buck is there immediately under your arm, his arm around your waist helping you walk out. 

The cold breeze hits you as soon as you step foot out the party and take the long trek home. 

“I think I drank too much.” You point out. 

“You think, kid?” Bucky says. “You’re lucky, I was here meeting Sharon otherwise you would’ve been shit out of luck.” 

“Brock would’ve taken me home.” 

“Brock’s a lowlife. Don’t worry about him, I’ve got you.” 

You sigh. “Sorry for ruining your night with your girlfriend.” 

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll call her when I make sure you get home so if you could pick up the pace.” 

“My feet hurt.” You complain. 

“Yea, I bet. God, when did you start wearing heels, Doll?” 

“I wanted to look good tonight.” You sigh. 

“You always look good.” 

“Fine, I wanted to look hot.” You provide. “For once, I wanted to be the one guys paid attention to at parties.” 

“You can be yourself for that, Y/N.” Bucky says. “You’re a catch.” 

“If I was, someone would’ve fucked me by now.” You drunkenly admit. That makes Bucky double-take. “I mean, think about it? 3 years into my college career, I turn 21 in a couple months and still it's where no man’s gone before down there.” 

“Y/N, are you saying you’re--” 

“A virgin? Yea, Bucky catch up.” You groan at the pain in your feet. Bucky looks and takes sympathy on you. 

“Here take off your shoes.” He says, toeing his off as well and sliding them over to you. 

“You’re just going to walk barefoot?” You ask, putting on the shoes, holding your heels in your hand. 

“Better than you walking barefoot.” He shrugs. 

“Anyway, I decided over the summer that maybe I was putting too much thought into it. I mean almost everyone loses their virginity in high school and it's never good, no one ever says their first time was good. I just thought maybe I should just, you know, get it over with.” You slur. “Which is what I was trying to do until you chased my date away. God, you always do that, Bucky.” 

“I’m not fighting with you while you’re drunk.” Bucky says, trying to get you to drop the subject but you persist. 

“Every time I try to talk to a guy, you butt in--” 

“Maybe I wouldn’t butt in if you picked the right guys for you.” 

“There’s nothing wrong with the guys I pick! You’re just a cockblock.” 

“That’s not true.” 

“Yea what about Charles? He asked me on a date freshman year and took it back not even an hour later. I had to beg Steve to tell me why and it turned out that you threatened him if he even thought about going out with me.” 

“Y/N, you had just turned 18 and X was a 24 year old senior! I didn’t trust how he was just waiting. So yea, I told him to fuck off. And Rum is an asshole who can’t get a girl to sleep with him unless they’re shitfaced. So yea, I told him to fuck off.” Bucky exclaims as the two of you make it up the stairs to your apartment. “Y/N, you’ll find someone right for you and that right person will make your first time special. I just want you to find someone who’ll make you happy.” 

“And I just want you to remember for next time that if you want to tell a girl who she can and can’t fuck, you have Sharon for that. Not me.” You said, taking off the shoes as you arrived at your front door. 

“Y/N, wait--” You hear him say but you don’t care, you slam the door in his face regardless. 

Who did Bucky think he was? Sure, he was your best friend but so was Steve and he’s not nearly as protective as Bucky was. You honestly couldn’t tell who was worse at this point, your dad or Bucky. You loved both of them but they had the fatal flaw of forgetting you weren’t a kid. You were a woman, a woman with needs. And one particular need you needed to get rid of.   

So you picked up your phone and called Brock. Bucky couldn’t be right about everything.

Taglist: @buckybarneshairpullingkink @riverofcrestmont @babymango-writes @astralsaf @gabi-socio @hereforalongtime512​

[islesnucks]

alright question time since I have some good(ish) ones

what hockey boy/marvel person would you want to live on a farm with?

What NHL/Marvel person would you trust with cooking all your meals

FMH: gamora, monica rambeau, mantis

FMH: (mat(t) eddition) Matthew T, Mat B, and Matt M.

what's your go to outfit when you have to go out somewhere nice?

good luck on your test tomorrow you're going to kill it! ily loads <3

keeeesh im so sorry I took so long to answer with the driving test and uni i came here to lb las night and then completely frogot

tk probably and sam from marvel

wanda and G

fuck gamora, marry monica and hug mantis

fuck Tkachuk, marry barzy (absolutely no one is surprised), hug marty cause damn does hugs look amazing

all black probably most of my clothes are black anyway

oh and i definitely received those good luck wishes hahaha

now some very belated questions for u:

best coach, defenceman, forward and goalie? (doesn't have to be about statistics or anything)

player/marvel character you'd go on a lonh trip around the world with?

player/marvel character you feel give the best life advice?

team that didnt make it to playoffs but you really wish they had?

[pineapplebread]

Winter Olympics AU: Steve and the Howling Commandos are an ice hockey team whose biggest rivals are the Guardians of the Galaxy. Tony, Clint, Thor and Bruce are a curling team of pure insanity. Nat and Wanda are Russian figure skaters. Pietro does speedskating. Scott and Hope are an ice dance team. Peter Parker does snowboarding (cause of all the flips). Harley Keener is the Ice Princess™. Coulson is an over-enthusiastic coach. Strange is a very tired judge.

Not gonna lie, when I think of curling, all I can think of is this video

But I’m def here for ice hockey Steve, figure skaters Nat and Wanda, and Peter the snowboarder.

[havokangel]

Yes to the Bucky oneshot like you even had to ask sis! 😩

omg ok ok 

idk when this was even last written but! here u go

Out of all the things in the world that makes you angry, nothing quite gets your temper rising as hockey players do. Every single hockey player that you’ve ever had the unfortunate pleasure of meeting have all been the same: egotistical maniacs who can’t walk on two feet - most likely due to the amount of times they’ve slammed their big heads on the sides of the rink. So that’s why you’re more than a little mad when you see a hockey team comprised of teenage boys prance into the rink, lead by their coach who looks like he eats raw eggs for breakfast.

“Hey coach, what’s the hockey team doing here?” Wanda asks, skating up next to you. She has the same exact expression of confusion on her face as you do, as do the rest of your girls.

“I’m not sure. The high school hockey team isn’t supposed to be practicing today.” You answer, putting your hands on your hips. “Just-you girls hang tight for a second. I’ll sort this out.” 

Skating up to the sidelines where the boys are gearing up and getting ready for practice, you recognize that they’re the high school hockey team, coincidentally, the same high school that your girls attend. You visibly grimace when you realize that you’ll have to talk to their coach, Tony Stark. 

You’ve only had about three interactions with Tony Stark, all of them being complete and utter shit shows. The man is the epitome of the asshole hockey player that you’ve embedded in your mind and thinks that the high school team is destined for greatness, and fuck anyone that gets in the way of that. Stark was constantly trying to give you and your girls the shitty times for practice, and you can’t be sure, but you’re positive he did so especially during competition season.

When you lean up against the rails and whistle to get the boys attention, your voice is already annoyed as you ask, 

“Where’s Stark?”

The boys all give you a raised brow and one of them starts to answer but is cut off by who you presume to be the mystery man you saw leading the stampede of boys earlier. 

“Stark quit. I’m the coach now. Can I help you?” 

His slight Brooklyn accent and the way he’s casually sipping his coffee from the paper cup like he’s not invading your practice time already pisses you off, and you raise a brow as you size him up.

“What the hell happened to Stark?” You ask, earning an almost degrading chuckle in response to the question. 

“M’surprised you haven’t heard. The news, or Stark, hasn’t shut up about it. He bought the New York Rangers.” He answers simply, the boys behind him snickering. 

“He what?” You say in disbelief. You always had a feeling Stark was an underground millionaire, but you didn’t think it could actually be plausible.

“You heard me. But that’s beside the point. I’m Bucky, his replacement. Can I help you?” He replies, stepping down from the bleachers to be face level with you.

God. What kind of fuckin’ asshole name is that?

“Well, Bucky, I’m just confused as to why the hockey team is here. I get you’re new here, but the rink should’ve let you know that this is when I train my girls.” You explain to him, as he just raises a brow, a smirk playing on his face. Why the hell is he smirking? Goddamn asshole-

Your thoughts are cut off by Bucky pulling out a sheet of paper and handing it to you with an amused smirk, as he says,

“Oh, no. I’m well aware. But they should’ve let you know that we’re actually taking your ice skating time slot until regionals are over.”

With disbelief, your eyes skim angrily over the schedule with Sam Wilson’s - the owner of the rink - signature on the fucking bottom. How could Sam do this to you?!

“Wait- what- how? Sam- he knows- he knows that my girls are close to regionals too!” You all but stutter out, anger bubbling up inside of you. And Bucky’s fucking smug grin doesn’t help as he takes it back from you, and says,

“Connections, ma’am. If you don’t mind, can you clear the ice? The guys and I gotta start warming up.”

Leaving you with a dropped jaw, Bucky turns back to his boys and starts rattling off some bullshit speech about making the practice their number one priority, and you’re only left to think about how this means fucking war.

After you explain to your girls the situation you’ve been handed, you’re pretty much seething with rage as you stomp up the stairs to Sam’s office to give him the absolute worse ass chewing of his life. There’s no way you’re giving up precious time that could be used for practice this close to regionals - especially when your girls have worked so hard. You don’t even bother to knock when you storm into Sam’s office.

“Sam! How could you let that Brooklyn asshole mess up my entire training schedule?!” You practically growl, obviously catching him off guard. He spills some of his Top Ramen on his desk, and you don’t even care. Marching up to his desk, you slam both hands on them and glare daggers at him. “Huh?!”

“Jesus Christ girl, don’t you know how to knock?” Sam retorts, grabbing his napkins to wipe up the mess.  “And are you talking about Bucky?”

“Yes, Sam, I’m talking about Bucky. How was it even possible for him to get my time slots?! I paid up front for those at the beginning of the season!” 

“Look, it’s-it’s-” Sam sighs, trying to find the right words as he leans back in his chair.

“It’s what?! It’s what, Sam? It’s not fair! Now I got all the shitty time slots!” You fire back. “My girls are in school and have jobs on top of this, and this schedule can’t work for any of them!” 

“I know that, but look, to be put simply, he offered a price for those time slots that outweighs yours,” Sam explains, an obvious look of sympathy spreading on his face. “I know it’s shitty but you’ll still have the same amount of hours, the same amount of training and all of that.”

At this point, you feel like you might burst out in tears, born of frustration, because how the fuck could Sam let someone buy out your times like that?!

“Sam, are you serious? We have regionals in less than a month! A month! There’s-god-what can I do to possibly get these times back?” You plead, standing up straight to run a hand through your hair in frustration.

“I’m sorry,” He says with sympathy, rounding his desk to lean against it. “But there’s nothing you can do except talk to Bucky and come to some sort of compromise.”

“Yeah,” you say with a defeated laugh. “Let me just talk to a hockey player about that. I don’t think it would be able to process through his thick skull.” 

Without saying another word you zip up your jacket and leave Sam, a mixture of hopelessness and anger boiling inside of you. The times you have for practice are-were-perfect. They didn’t interfere with the girl’s schoolwork and jobs and accommodated each of their personal schedules. The new schedule that’s been slapped on the back of your hand is full of early morning times and evening times, which ranges from multiple times a week to barely two a week. 

If this was any other season, it would be fine. It would be fucking peachy. But this happens to be the first season that all of your girls qualify for regionals, which is not only incredible for them but also gives you the reputation as a good coach. 

But now all of this is in jeopardy, thanks to the fucking hockey team and their coach, who don’t seem to care about anybody else but the sport and themselves. 

God, you really hate hockey players.

[demisexualnathanvuornos]

Gabe MCall (Lucas Bryant) MVP: Secret Lives of Hockey Wives 1x3 Cover Your Man (2008)

Wanda Gilford: Gabe.

Gabe McCall: Wanda.

Wanda: Uh, got a minute?

Gabe: As long as the camera’s off, sure.

Wanda: There’s been some rumors. I.. Your coach has been spotted down at local bars. Given his history…

Gabe: Where’d you hear that?

Wanda: From more than one source.

Gabe: Not true. I’m with him every day, I’d know.

Wanda: Am I talking to the team captain, right now, or Chuck McCall’s son? Later.

—

Gabe: Anybody need a speech to get up for the first game of the season? Good. Let’s kick some ass!

[redsector-a]

Torchsong:

Clint is sent back to 1938 via an alien device and takes up singing and entertaining to make ends meet while he tries to figure out how to get back home. Despite his efforts to not mess up time he somehow ends up in a relationship with a young Bucky Barnes and he has to make the heartbreaking decision eventually on should he try to change Bucky’s fate or should he return to his own time.

Stand Fusion:

A plague wipes out 99.9% of the population. The survivors feel the pull towards two figureheads - one good and one evil - and attempt to rebuild civilization even as events keep spiraling towards a final confrontation.

Between the Daylight and the Deep Sea:

Clint thought he was done with the PPDC after his brother and drift partner Barney was killed, but that was before Fury came calling with the news that Bucky Barnes, missing since a rogue Jaeger attack, had been found.

Little Pink Houses:

Bucky Barnes wants to retire - unfortunately retiring from being an assassin means faking your death and going on the run and off the grid. When he grows tired of running and decides to take a break he finds himself in a small town in Northern Wisconsin. It’s there that he meets Clint Barton another transplant to the community and sparks fly. Does he dare settle down and allow roots to grow? And what secrets does Clint have in his past?

Hockey AU (Winterhawk NHL):

Bucky is in his third/fourth year in the NHL and his first year with the Avengers. Playing for the Hydras had been a bit of a disaster and he's still trying to find both himself and his game. Playing with Clint Barton, who is comfortable in his skin both as a player and as a gay man, is an eye opening experience.

Presidents Son/Bodyguard AU:

Bucky is the adult son of current president, Winifred Barnes, and is being threatened by an unknown subject. Enter Secret Service Agent Clint Barton who goes undercover as Bucky's boyfriend in the hopes that staying close will help him both protect Bucky and also flush out the enemy.

Nanny AU:

Bucky Barnes is two years out of active combat and struggling to find a job. He’s always been good with kids and hopes to become a teacher some day - he still needs money for bills while he’s in school though and losing his arm has made that difficult. Parents don’t seem to want to trust him with their kids.

Clint Barton aka Hawkeye (tho his real name is not known by the public) is a single father of an adorable little girl. Up until recently they’d been pretty comfortable living in the Tower with the rest of the Avengers - and they’d always figured it was one of the safest places around. A recent attack directly on it changes his mind and relocating to a secret (yet ridiculously large and spacious thanks to Tony) condo means he needs a little help.

Amnesia Fic:

Enchantress/Someone makes Bucky forget about the relationship he and Clint were having. Trouble is only he and Clint knew about it in the first place. Queue Clint's self esteem issues and him thinking that Bucky kept them secret because he was ashamed - and that he forgot because it was the easiest thing to give up. Clint pines and is depressed until Bucky makes a reference/joke about some freckles that only Clint's lovers would make around Natasha...

Library AUs:

Clint works at a library - Bucky is the silent patron that intrigues him. Or...

Clint works at a library - Bucky is the after school teacher there. Or...

Bucky works at a library - Clint is a deaf patron he finds fascinating to watch. Or...

One of them is a Childrens Librarian the other is a single father that comes to storytime. Or...???

Ballet AU:

Every year The Stark Ballet Company travels to a new city to perform the Nutcracker, saving a number of parts for local dancers so they are able to get exposure they might not otherwise be able to. Clint is the adopted father of the Maximoff twins who happen to both be dancers. He is also friend to Natasha - who will be the Sugar Plum Fairy. Wanda and Pietro both end up with parts in the production and Clint ends up with a crush on Bucky Barnes - the Nutcracker Prince.

Hockey AU (College):

Fury and Clint are starting over at a new school - Clint as a student, his foster father Fury as a coach and professor. Can Clint break into the well established hockey program? Can he figure out Bucky Barnes?

Writer AU:

Bucky, normally a prolific author, has been stuck with a case of writer’s block for months since finishing his last novel. On a whim he decides to attend a local writers conference - where he keeps bumping into Clint Barton a popular Children & Teen author.

Post Apocalypse AU:

Aliens invaded killing/kidnapping half the population and decimating several major cities before mysteriously withdrawing. In the wake of this Clint leads what is left of the circus he was in, on a journey to try and find a place to rebuild and call home.

Mars AU:

A mission to Mars goes spectacularly wrong when members of Hydra infiltrate the base and kill everyone but Clint. Clint has to try and take them down and then survive on his own because help, even if launched immediately, is months away. (Bucky was injured as part of the initial plot and is on the rescue mission.)

Zoo Fic:

Post Hydra-gate Clint gets a message from an old friend from the circus asking him to maybe swing by and help out while they get the new zoo/safari setup for all the former performing animals. His life currently being a shit show he wouldn't mind some time away from he agrees...only to find a stranger taking care of the big cats - a stranger that looks a lot like Bucky Barnes who Clint just learned was the Winter Soldier.

Gilmore Girls inspired-AU

Bucky movies back to his childhood hometown to raise his teenage sister Rebecca after their parents pass. Various chars would be sprinkled around as town folk - not as eccentric as Stars Hollow but strange in their own way. Becca is at a nearby school that is cheaper than the one she was at in NYC but just as acclaimed. Bucky would work a lot on the house they live in that was gifted to them by their eccentric Aunt Ida (still alive and at least covering the house cost-wise for them tho she is never seen...or maybe they have Friday dinners with her). And Clint (fostered then adopted by Fury after the Barnes family moved) runs Nick’s Diner - where the best coffee in town can be had.

Sequel to Indelible:

Clint gets to meet and experience Bucky's extended family. Bucky learns more about Clint's blood family and meets more members of his extended found family - including his on-again/off-again ex.

Broken Arms:

Clint breaks both his arms and Bucky offers to move in with him during his recovery to help him out. Cue the mutual pining and ridiculousness.

High School AU:

Clint's father beats him to the point that social services finally step in. In order for him to be able to finish the school year in the same school (keeping the disruption to his life to as much of a minimum as possible) he it sent to live with the Barnes family.

Civil (Not) War/Civil War AU:

Clint was helping Steve and Sam look for Bucky by going undercover in Eastern Europe. He ends up being the one to find him and brings him in before Lagos happens and the Accords come up. In an effort to keep Bucky safe and investigate when the meeting to sign the Accords is still bombed (and Bucky is still framed) Clint and he go to his brother Barney's farm to hideout.

Distant Early Warning:

Thoughts not fleshed out:

Bucky Barnes - owner of a cat cafe

Soulmate AU

Angel AU

[ao3feed-stucky]

Citius, Altius, Fortius (Faster, Higher, Stronger)

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2jDVMQH

by MarcellaBianca

Steve Rogers. James Barnes.

One, an NHL star with dreams of finally capturing an Olympic gold medal. The other, a former World champion and Olympic silver medalist, now a current coach and choreographer for the top flight figure skaters in the Russian Federation.

But before all of that..they were Steve and Bucky.

Until they weren't.

Words: 1170, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Captain America (Movies), Captain America - All Media Types, Captain America (Comics)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M, Multi

Characters: Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

Additional Tags: Pining, Alternate Universe - Olympics, Alternate Universe - Hockey, alternate universe - figure skating, more tags to come, will probably end up being explicit, Slow Burn, Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson Friendship, Bucky Barnes Feels, Protective Bucky Barnes, Post-Serum Steve Rogers, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2jDVMQH

[wandasfifthwife]

your jealousy is showing (on me)✩‧₊˚

—> hockey player/coach!wanda x afab!reader

tw || SMUT MDNI, top wanda x bottom reader, dom/sub dynamics, established relationship, jealous wanda, exhibition (janitor closet), marking/impact play (hickeys, bruises, thigh spanking), fingering (r receiving), r gets hit on but is oblivious, tyler mention!, reader is said to be wearing a dress, person who hits on r sees the two of them, not proofread!

a/n || in such a slut for this woman. so sorry if my writing is nastier than coconut, idk how I feel about it haha but I hope you enjoy bc this made me hot and bothered tbh

series m.list ✩ ══╡˚2.3k words˚╞══ ✩ wanda m.list

Practice has been going well, better even. There’s been an increase in number since people started to find out that wanda has experience on the ice as a player on a professional team. The stands have become packed, families and friends taking up every corner, a completely contrast from before. You remember the days when you first came with your nephew, sitting and having a seven feet distance from another person. Tyler’s since graduated from wanda’s class, now attending another with a different coach.

It was a sad day for him, hugging your girlfriend tight and exclaiming how he wishes to have her as a coach for every class. She had laughed, resting a hand on his back and reassured him that she’ll attend his other classes. She even went as far as to mention private classes, saying they can spend time together on the ice. A smile had come upon your face as you watched the two interact, thankful your nephew is able to have such a wonderful relation with his coach, your girlfriend.

Since then you’ve been attending his classes with Wanda. You can’t help yourself, curling a hand through her arm to hold her close. You complain that it’s the cold, but you both know it’s a shit excuse. Regardless, she’s never going to turn you down, if anything she’s pulling you tighter and pressing a kiss to your head.

“He’s improved a lot. Lately he’s been practicing outside his house with some friends on the street.”

“That’s probably the only reason why he’s able to skate in a straight row now. Do you think he’ll continue to play?”

“I think so. It’s all he talks about, but of course we can’t say definitive terms. He could fall out of love with it in a year and choose like baseball.”

“If he were to choose another sport it’d be football, not baseball. His favorite part of hockey is running into others, he forgets there’s an actual game going on.”

You stifle a laugh, “he’s trying.”

He proved Wanda’s words to be correct because the next second he’s slamming into one of the team members, pummeling the two into the wall. The coach had come to talk to you after, seeking you where you stood by the concession stand. You had a hand on Wanda’s arm, informing her of where you’ll be.

You were paying for the snack, thanking the person behind the counter. He had stood behind you just out of your line of sight, so just enough that you ran into him when turning around. His shirt smelled of sweat and his cologne, a lot of his cologne, so much so it overwhelmed you.

“Hey, you’re tyler’s mom, right?”

“No, just his aunt.”

“My bad. Sorry that was terribly rude of me, I was going to say you look good for your age.”

“Thank you, that’s very kind.”

“Of course,” he flashes a smile, leaning onto one of the tables beside him, “I’ve notice how often you come, it’s great that you’re supporting him like this. Most kid’s don’t have such a supportive aunt.”

“I try. My brother and his wife are busy, so I take over. He’s means well but he’s still a young teen.”

“Yes. He’s nothing new. A lot of teens enjoy the physical aspect to the game, it’s normal for them to be competitive even with each other.”

A few minutes have gone by, enough time for concern to begin swirling through Wanda’s mind. She’s relieved to see you’ve not gone missing and that you’re all in one piece, standing only a few feet from her.

“That’s my coach,” Tyler starts, seeing how Wanda’s attention was directed at the tow of you.

“I know,” she deadpans, turning her attention back on your nephew, “finish untying your shoes.”

“I know,” he mimics, tone lowering to frustrate her further.

You’re walking back over with a grin plastered on your face. Tyler’s already grabbing at the drink you got, pulling it from your hands to open it already.

“Just talked with your new coach, Tyler. It seems you have a track record with finding amazing coaches.”

Already Wanda didn’t like him. She kept quiet about her disdain, knowing how important it was to you that Tyler doesn’t come to contact with a terrible one as you had.

It grew difficult. Each practice he always seemed to find you, drawing out a long conversation with you. Usually it’s fine, as a coach herself she understands the important of keeping up with the families, but this was excessive. The constant parade of compliments directed at you were unnecessary. He wouldn’t really care to talk to Tyler, and as far as she knew, Wanda didn’t exist around him. He’s either dumb, or he’s choosing to be ignorant towards the intimacy between you two.

What brought her to the edge was when he began to touch you, a hand on your shoulder or the back of your waist. It was in moments where it could’ve been excused; done to either move you out of the way or make sure you don’t trip.

You were sweet, engaging in a conversation he had started yet again down at the end of the bleachers. Wanda had her attention set on Tyler skating around before practice, eyes flickering to where the two of you stood every minute.

“I have a conference this weekend and we’re allowed to bring a plus one. Would you be interested in joining me?”

“Oh. I already have someone that I’m going with. So I won’t be going with you, but I will see you there.”

He looks disappointed, eyes shooting to meet Wanda’s, “I’ll see you there then.”

Wanda doesn’t like that man.

You walk up the stairs all sweet-like, sitting beside her and placing a kiss to her cheek, “when’s that coach award event again?”

“Saturday, 7PM.”

You hum, leaning your head on her shoulder, “you better win an award.”

“If not, I have you.”

An elbow shoves into her side, “you’re such a sap.”

“No, I just love you,” she murmurs, pressing her lips against yours, feeling like she’s won when she catches the coach looking. She had hoped the soft public display of affection would be enough of a sign to back off, but it wasn’t.

The weekend came soon enough. Wanda standing by the door with her keys in hand as she waits for you to join her.

“Beautiful,” she says when you step down, opening the door for you.

“I hope you win one award, that would be amazing.”

“It would look great for my public imagine,”she laughs at the look you give her, “you know I don’t care about that, love.”She gives your thigh a squeeze before backing the car out of her apartment complex.

She should’ve known he’d be stuck to you most of the night. Wanda tries to engage in the conversation, but he tunes her out, keeping his attention on you. Ever so sweet you try to include her, smiling back at her but this time it’s not enough to quell how she’s feeling.

“Hey Micheal, can you go grab her another drink?”

“Wanda, I can’t—“

She shuts you up by pinching at your waist, cutting your sentence off. He looks mildly annoyed, “sure.”Once he’s turned around, she’s guiding you out of the room.

“Wanda there’s only like sixteen minutes until the ceremony—“ your mouth goes numb when you realize where she’s walking you towards. There’s a closet at the end of the hall, tiny and small as its only purpose is to hold supplies for the janitors. Tonight it will be used for another matter.

“That’s enough time,” she says lowly, shutting the door behind her, enclosing the two of you in darkness.

She’s lifting you with her hands under your thighs, dropping you down onto the extra school desk stored away in the room. Her body’s leans into you, hands on either side of your body as she kisses you passionately. They turn messy, trailing from the corner of your lips to end up on the bottom side of your neck. You gasp when she bites down, a hand reaching to push at her chest.

“Wan—wait.”

She doesn’t listen, too focused on making your neck show an array of purple marks. You whine, squirming in her hold as she leaves one after the other, stopping only on areas that you’re sensitive to. She’s severely quiet, attentive to every heavy breath and sound coming from you. You’re weak, arms wrapped around her neck, head pressed into the wall behind you. You’ve completely given up control, neck tilted back to give her more room.

“Oh—” you shiver when she moves towards the spot behind your neck. Your reaction gave her another reason to press her lips against it, nipping at the skin there.

Her ministrations leave you wet, your hips grind down onto the desk below you to try to seek relief. Wanda coos, cold fingers sliding under your dress, finding the wetness between your thighs. You cry out when she thrusts two in, pushing through your tight walls. It’s intoxicating, the wet sounds filling the room, turning you on even more.

“Ah! Wands—you—“

She’s shushing you, lips on yours to keep you quiet. Her fingers are splitting you open, angling perfectly towards the spot that makes your back arch. Her thumb catches onto your clit with each thrust, brushing perfectly to make you see white. You weave your fingers into her hair, moaning into her mouth when she bites at your bottom lip.

You’ve completely forgotten about the event, and most importantly, Michael. You’re clenching onto her finger, arousal covering her hand and dripping onto the wood below you. You choke on a moan when she’s guiding you to lift your left foot onto the desk, the position spreading you open to allow her fingers to push deeper. The bottom of your dress slips up, clothing pooling around your waist. You feel your orgasm build, a series of whimpers spilling from you.

“Fucking say my name when you come,” she demands, holding back moan when she hears your strangled whine after she brought her hand down onto your thigh. The way your cunt squeezes around her fingers then makes her weak.

“Like that?”

She’s cocky, hand coming down harder on that same spot.

“ah! wands please—“

Your body jerks after her fifth slap, mouth dropping open in a silent scream. She nuzzles against your head resting on her shoulder. You relaxed into her hole, breathing heavily as you come down from your high.

It was fine until wanda carried you into the bathrooms to clean off and you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, easily spotting the splotches painting your neck.

You leaned over the sink to get a better view, eyes snapping between the marks; the one by your ear, another under the strap of your dress, one more at the base of your neck. You weren’t aware of the severity of her actions in the moment, your mind was too busy trying to deal with the fuzziness spreading throughout your body.

“Was that okay,” she asks from where she stands by the entrance.

“Very,” you mumble, looking back to her with a smile.

“Hey, I want to apologize. I knew something was wrong,” you say, grabbing a paper towel from the machine, “he was a jerk to you. Like just earlier he wasn’t letting you get a word in, but I really just thought he was being nice at first.”

“You’re fine, love.”

You wet the towel, rubbing warm water over the cloth to get it wet, “you say that but I still feel bad.”

She crosses the room to grab at your wrist after seeing what you were doing, “why’re you trying to rub the marks off?”

“Because?”

She raises an eyebrow, “because? What?”

“This is your event, I don’t want you to loose your job over me.”

“I won’t,” she tosses the towel away, “I knew what I was doing when I gave you those.”

“But the staff—“

“There’s enough of them screwing around.”

“Oh.”

She huffs, hooking a finger under the hem of your dress, drawing it up your thigh until the red, swollen marks on your thighs from where she was aiming her hand earlier begin to show. You hate how affected you get by the sight of them, thighs squeezing together.

You were only meant to be gone for ten minutes. That was the original goal, but she began to fold with how you were looking at her. Your eyes were dark, locking onto hers from within the mirror. She had you pinned to the counter in seconds, forcing you to watch how easily you melt under her touch.

Footsteps echoed throughout the hallway, getting closer to where the two of you stood. You had begun to push back, mumbles on how she needs to stop so they don’t get caught, but it’s like she knew. You caught on later, realizing it was Micheal by the sound of his voice calling out to you.

“Wanda, he—“

She’s slapping a hand over your mouth, pulling you back against her chest. You look over your shoulder, finding Micheal freeze after entering into the room. Wanda had you in a position only he could dream of. He was like a fish out of water, mouth opening and closing as he processed what he was looking at. The marks on your body, eyes glossy and faraway even as you look in his direction. The muscles in Wanda’s arm flex as she presses her hand tighter against your mouth. You’re absolutely dripping, excitement pooling from the behavior this man was bringing out of her.

“I was worried… but I see you’re.. okay.”

“I see you’ve met my girlfriend, Micheal?”

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[ao3feed-buckybarnes]

Citius, Altius, Fortius (Faster, Higher, Stronger)

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by MarcellaBianca

Steve Rogers. James Barnes.

One, an NHL star with dreams of finally capturing an Olympic gold medal. The other, a former World champion and Olympic silver medalist, now a current coach and choreographer for the top flight figure skaters in the Russian Federation.

But before all of that..they were Steve and Bucky.

Until they weren't.

Words: 1170, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Captain America (Movies), Captain America - All Media Types, Captain America (Comics)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M, Multi

Characters: Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

Additional Tags: Pining, Alternate Universe - Olympics, Alternate Universe - Hockey, alternate universe - figure skating, more tags to come, will probably end up being explicit, Slow Burn, Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson Friendship, Bucky Barnes Feels, Protective Bucky Barnes, Post-Serum Steve Rogers, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers

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[ao3feed-stevebucky]

Citius, Altius, Fortius (Faster, Higher, Stronger)

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2jDVMQH

by MarcellaBianca

Steve Rogers. James Barnes.

One, an NHL star with dreams of finally capturing an Olympic gold medal. The other, a former World champion and Olympic silver medalist, now a current coach and choreographer for the top flight figure skaters in the Russian Federation.

But before all of that..they were Steve and Bucky.

Until they weren't.

Words: 1170, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Captain America (Movies), Captain America - All Media Types, Captain America (Comics)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M, Multi

Characters: Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

Additional Tags: Pining, Alternate Universe - Olympics, Alternate Universe - Hockey, alternate universe - figure skating, more tags to come, will probably end up being explicit, Slow Burn, Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson Friendship, Bucky Barnes Feels, Protective Bucky Barnes, Post-Serum Steve Rogers, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2jDVMQH

[havokangel]

i'm fucking HYPED for your bucky one shot you write him so well and i'm a fucking slut for bucky barnes

so it wont be up for a week-ish because finals but i’ll also try and get it up before i go on spring break! BUT.

HERE’S A PREVIEW. ITS AN ICE SKATER/HOCKEY PLAYER AU

Out of all the things in the world that makes you angry, nothing quite gets your temper rising as hockey players do. Every single hockey player that you’ve ever had the unfortunate pleasure of meeting have all been the same: egotistical maniacs who can’t walk on two feet - most likely due to the number of times they’ve slammed their big heads on the sides of the rink. So that’s why you’re more than a little mad when you see a hockey team comprised of teenage boys prance into the rink, lead by their coach who looks like he eats raw eggs for breakfast.

“Hey, coach, what’s the hockey team doing here?” Wanda asks, skating up next to you. She has the same exact expression of confusion on her face as you do, as do the rest of your girls.

“I’m not sure. The high school hockey team isn’t supposed to be practicing today.” You answer, putting your hands on your hips. “Just-you girls hang tight for a second. I’ll sort this out.”

Skating up to the sidelines where the boys are gearing up and getting ready for practice, you recognize that they’re the high school hockey team, coincidentally, the same high school that your girls attend. You visibly grimace when you realize that you’ll have to talk to their coach, Tony Stark.

You’ve only had about three interactions with Tony Stark, all of them being complete and utter shit shows. The man is the epitome of the asshole hockey player that you’ve embedded in your mind and thinks that the high school team is destined for greatness, and fuck anyone that gets in the way of that. Stark was constantly trying to give you and your girls the shitty times for practice, and you can’t be sure, but you’re positive he did so especially during competition season.

When you lean up against the rails and whistle to get the boys attention, your voice is already annoyed as you ask,

“Where’s Stark?”

The boys all give you a raised brow and one of them starts to answer but is cut off by who you presume to be the mystery man you saw leading the stampede of boys earlier.

“Stark quit. I’m the coach now. Can I help you?”