#marvel x reaader

[httpwintersoldier]

『 do it for me, doll. pt.3 || bucky barnes x reader 』

pairing: pornstar!Bucky x f!reader words: medium summary: when life gets hard after the Avenger's disbandment Bucky has to find a new occupation, and you find it too.

『 part 1 』 『 part 2 』

Getting on the plane to New York had your legs jittery and butterflies in your stomach. You couldn't stop smiling, you felt like a teenage girl giggling about your crush. Except it was just about the opposite.

Your coworkers found it odd, that you were so happy and couldn't wait for a work related trip, but they just guessed you enjoyed travelling. Little did they know, company awaited you on the other side.

You'd only meet Bucky on your third day in New York, since you were busy the other two days, but you might as well have met him outside of the airport, because your mind was clouded with thoughts of him and what you'd do when you first saw each other. Your body felt like it was burning in every place you wanted him to touch you.

You hurried to call a cab, and once you were in the hotel you didn't bother to unpack or get comfortable, you just grabbed your phone to text Bucky (whom had obviously given you his number since scheduling a meetup via livestream chat was not ideal or practical).

You: I'm in NYC 😎

Bucky: you sure we can't see each other like... now? I want you so bad

(Picture attached)

The picture was of him, lying on his bed, wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants, that were riding dangerously low on his waist.

You bit your lip, and for a second considered ditching your professional responsibilities for a good great fuck. But eventually decided against it.

You: Sorry Sergeant, duty calls, I'll see you the day after tomorrow

Bucky: you know I'll punish you for making me wait, right?

You: I do... and I can't wait.

You had no idea where your recent surge of confidence had come from (you suspected it was from all of Bucky's compliments and encouragement), but this new you was capable of saying just about anything that went through your mind.

To say you were unproductive and absolutely useless during your meetings was the understatement of the century. You were so distracted, excited and giddy by the thought of Bucky that you ended up contributing nothing to the work you were actually supposed to do. Your coworkers, however (bless them) just pinned it in nervousness for being in front of the higher-ups and covered for you.

When the day came you felt all sorts of emotions and skipped all of the coffees you'd usually have throughout the day as the added caffeine would only make it worse. A lot worse.

The workday itself was light, you only worked during the morning since your employers had meetings in the afternoon.

Come 1PM, you ate hurriedly and started to get ready, as if 6 hours wasn't enough time. You showered, did your hair and makeup (nice and heavy on the mascara so he'd have enough to mess up), lathered yourself in the nicest vanilla body lotion you had ever smelled, and got dressed.

You went all out for the meetup, even going as far as buying new lingerie for the occasion, but the man deserved it, he was cooking you dinner and serving all types of meat after all.

The set you purchased was baby pink. It was a hard cup lacy bra, that pushed up your tits in a beautiful way, with a small ribbon in between the cups. The panties were matching the top, and the back had a cut-out heart giving a perfect view of your ass. The set wouldn't be complete without the matching garter belt that connected to a sheer, white pair of tights.

You looked like a dream.

You put on a fancy outfit and gave yourself one last look in the mirror, touching up your makeup and hair, before texting Bucky.

You: I'm ready, will you make me wait till the time comes as a punishment?

Bucky: making you wait to come over would only be a punishment to me. Come one over.

Bucky shared his location.

You giggled and called an Uber to his location, sending a picture as soon as you got in the car to let him know you were on your way.

Bucky was just as giddy and nervous as you were, and he didn't know how long he'd be able to keep his hands off of you. Despite what might've been a popular belief, he didn't fuck a lot, he just happened to undress on camera.

About 15 minutes went by and Bucky was just adding the finishing touches to the dinner table when he heard your footsteps approach the door.

Ding dong.

You both took a deep breath, and the door opened.

"Y/N! Hi!"

Mesmerizing. That was the only way to describe Bucky Barnes. He smiled at you as if you weren't both thinking of the sinful things you were to do to each other.

"Nice to finally see you in person!" You said, greeting him with a hug.

He guided you inside his house - it was very minimalist, nothing but the absolutely necessary inside.

"I'm not big on decorations." Bucky said with a chuckle, as he saw you look around "But I do have beautiful chains hanging on my bedroom walls." He whispered in your ear, as an arm sneaked around your figure.

You shivered, looking over your shoulder at the man that was standing dangerously close to you. Your lips missed each other by mere milimeters, and the sexual tension was clearly palpable.

Bucky brushed his lips over yours for a split second, before completely pulling away and taking you to the kitchen. What a tease.

Bucky was a true gentleman, pulled directly from those 1940's stereotypes. He pulled out the chair for you and served your food and the champagne he had prepared.

"I hope you like it. If you don't there's a great chinese place nearby." He half-joked, since he was actually a little scared you wouldn't like the meal.

But his worries washed away when he saw your face as you took the first bite of the meal.

"Wow! This is amazing!" You complimented.

You saw his cheeks go a little red at the compliment and he smiled widely.

"Yeah? Thank you."

You'd think all of the compliments he got during streams would've made him more used to hearing them, but he still got very shy.

"Hopefully it won't be the best thing of the night..." You said suggestively, sending a wink his way.

Bucky's face instantly changed, into a look of lust and desire.

"Oh princess, this is nothing compared to what I have prepared." He winked at you, bringing the champagne glass to his lips.

The conversation flowed naturally during the dinner, which was a relief. Both of you had a secret worry in the back of your minds that you'd have no chemistry aside from the sexual attraction, but as time passed the worry faded completely.

When dinner was done, Bucky took a hold of your hand and guided you to his living room, bringing the champagne along with you. You sat down on the couch.

"You know Bucky, I'm surprised..."

Bucky rose an eyebrow at you.

"Hm? Surprised?"

"Yes," you paused, trailing your hand up his thigh "after the stunt you pulled when I came in the door I didn't think you'd last this long without doing... something."

Bucky's bionic arm gripped your wrist, just as your hand was getting to his crotch.

"Oh princess you have no idea how much I've been holding back."

The Soldier pulled you a little closer as he said that.

"Why hold back?" You whispered, as he was just so close.

"Because if I don't I won't be able to hold, back." Bucky responded, one of his hands making it's way to your cheek.

"Then don't hold back."

Those words were almost like a command for Bucky. He borught your face closer to his and kissed you, Your lips fit perfectly together, and all you both could think was "finally".

There was need and desperation in the kiss, and it was as if you were afraid to let go, as if you'd falter if you pulled away.

Bucky's vibranium arm wrapped around your figure, and brought you to his lap. His hips rolled up agains yours, as his tongue entered your mouth once more and his hands gripped your ass - you felt pleasantly overwhelmed, your mind had no idea what to focus on.

You could feel his boner against your core, and moaned at the feeling.

Bucky's hands settled on your ass and he stood up, taking you to what you assumed was his bedroom. He then laid you on the bed, standing up for a second to take of his shirt and pants.

As he worked on his clothes, you worked on yours. You removed your top and undid your zipper, so Bucky could pull down your pants and dispose of them. After he did so, he stood back, admiring your body in the pretty lingerie.

He smirked, chuckled and brushed back his semi-long hair, before climbing on top of you and pampering your chest and neck with sloppy kisses.

"You'll be the fucking death of me, doll." Bucky told you, snapping the waistband of your panties against the skin of your hip.

Your hand tangled on his hair as he marked your skin, while his hand sneaked inside your pretty underwear to find your clit.

"Oh Bucky- fuck."

The man kissed your neck, then your jaw and then your cheek.

"You sound even more beautiful in person." He said, before catching your lips in a quick kiss.

Bucky wanted to grab that pretty bra of yours and rip it out, but it was far too pretty, so his hand reached around your back and unclasped it, then peeling it off your body.

"Shit..." He groaned under his breath.

The man's lips attached to one of your nipples, as the other hand sneakily pushed your panties to the side, so he could enter you.

"This wet? Just for me? Wow I must be really good." Bucky joked, biting your breast and then kissing down your stomach.

"May... Maybe." You said, unable to sneak in a snarky reply when his tongue met your clit.

Bucky was holding your waist down with his free hand, as you couldn't help but writhe under his touch.

"Shit if you keep that up I'm not gonna last long." You said, between moans and whines.

"Then don't last long. Cum on my tongue doll, I wanna see how pretty you look up close."

Bucky curled his fingers inside of you and uncurled, picking up the pace he fingered you it. Soon after you were cumming with a loud cry of incoherent words that were meant to be "fuck Bucky, you're so good".

When your breath was steady, he came up to kiss you, and you could taste yourself on his tongue. Hot.

In a sudden act of bravery, you wrapped your legs around his waist and flipped you over, then kneeling in between his legs.

"What are we doing now doll?" He asked, with a look of amusement on his face.

You hooked your finger on the waistband of his tight boxers and pulled them down, letting his erection spring free. His cock did look bigger in person.

"Repaying the favour."

Before he could reply, you licked a strip along his shaft, before sucking his tip. You bobbed your head up and down his shaft, slowly taking more and more of him.

"Oh... fuck." He groaned and made a makeshift ponytail out of your hair, so he could watch the way his cock disappeared in your mouth.

Your hand added to the movement, and when you looked up, your teary eyes meeting his, he nearly came in your mouth.

"That's it." Bucky said, before tugging on your hair and pulling your mouth away from his cock.

Before you could register what was happening, Bucky had you on the bed with your ass up and face in the matress. He took your wrists and held them together behind your back.

Soon after, his tip found your entrance and he slipped in slowly, taking in the moment he finally got to fill you.

"Oh fuck, you feel so good doll." His compliment almost went unheard, as you were too focused on how good it felt to have him fuck you.

His hand spanked your ass and then grabbed it, loving the way it bounced when he fucked you.

As Bucky picked up the pace, your moans became more frequent and louder, making it insanely hard for him not to cum.

"Fuck it." He said, and paused, before flipping you around and entering you again "I wanna see your pretty little face when you cum on my cock, you're going to look so beautiful, all fucked out for me."

His hand wrapped around your throat as he said those words, and you swore your vision went blurry with pleasure.

"You f-feel so good Bucky- shit! Fuck!" You screamed, as he seemed to go deeper and deeper with each thrust.

It wasn't long before pleasure-filled tears streamed down your face, and your hands gripped the sheets. Your climax hit you harder than any before, and you cried out the man's name.

Bucky didn't even get time to ride out your orgasm, he simpy pulled out and came on you. All over your stomach and tits.

The man fell beside you on the bed, as you both tried to regain your breaths. After a couple seconds, you looked at each other, instantly feeling shy as if you hadn't fucked the shit out of each other.

You noticed the way his eyes drifted to your neck, and you softly ran your fingers across it.

"I'm going to have to wear a scarf tomorrow, aren't I?"

Bucky smiled and laughed.

"That would probably be best, yes." He joked, meeting your eyes.

Bucky wrapped his arm around you and pulled you close to his side, not caring if his cum stuck between your bodies, and lifted your chin up to kiss you.

"Join me. Let's film this, at least once. Please?"

"I'll think about it."

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Study sesh gone wrong.

Wanda Maximoff x gn! Reader (College Au)

Summary: It's finals week and you are overwhalmed, Wanda helps you get through a rough study session.

Warnings: Academic stress, being very overwhalmed, flow state is a bitch sometimes, feeling cold, hurt/comfort, fluff at the end.

A/N: Wrote this last year before a massive biology exam.

Word count: 862

You get to your room ten minutes after finishing your last lesson for the day. The space is cramped and the air stuffy, so you open the windows and make your bed to feel somewhat accomplished. 

You go to the bathroom and fill up a big jar with water. You are about to dive into a long study session, you can’t afford anything else, and you’ll need to at least be hydrated to keep focus.

If you stop to think about it, you know, deep down, that you are overdoing it. Ever since your academic performance started to be graded (back in high school) you feel like you need to get everything right. Every single exam you have ever taken and every essay you have ever written has either gotten an A or an A+, which for many would mean that you can relax now, right? You have a soft cushion to land if you are to get a bad grade, right?

Wrong! Cause what if you get sick, and then you can’t go to class, and then you fail your exams and have to redo the whole year? What if you get into a depressive episode and your professors think you are just being lazy? What if you get the bare minimum grades to graduate and then no one wants to hire you to be a scientist and then you die of hunger?

You can’t let that happen, and you won’t. If it takes not having any social life while on exam times and finals week, so be it.

You sit down on your small desk and get all of your notes and books out.

Hours pass by without you noticing. Tomorrow you have a biology test and you haven’t had time to study during the week, cause today there was a math exam that you -also- felt totally unprepared for.

You are so immersed in your work that you don’t notice when the door opens and your girlfriend and roommate, Wanda, comes in after knocking a few times.

“Hi babe! I brought takeout!” She notices you can’t hear her. She closes the door behind her and takes a few steps into the room. “Jeez, it’s freezing in here”.

You come out of your concentration induced trance and stare at Wanda while she closes the windows. You notice that it’s already dark outside.

“Hi Wans” you get up from your chair and almost fall, as your legs feel numb from sitting for so long. She catches you though, and engulfs you in her warm embrace.

“Honey, you’re ice-cold” she says in a worried tone. Only then you notice you’re shivering uncontrollably. You bury your face on the crook of her neck. Now that you're out of the flow state, you feel tired, hungry, and cold, very cold, all at once.

“I didn’t notice, sorry” you apologize unnecessarily “I was studying”. You take a step back to see her face. By the look of it you know she’s worried about you. You feel the tears well up in your eyes. You don’t understand why. “I’m really cold”.

“Baby…” And that’s all it takes for the dam to break. You feel the sobs in the back of your throat before you let them out into the air.

Wanda pulls you in again and strokes your back in calming circles. There are no words needed. After a while the crying turns into soft and sporadic hiccups. 

“We have to get you into warmer clothes, okay?” you nod in agreement, without enough energy to speak yet. She hands you a pile of fresh clothes: a pair of sweatpants, a long sleeve t-shirt and your -her- favorite hoodie.

She warms up water in an electric kettle while you change, and you choose your favorite tea from the makeshift cupboard.

You end up eating lukewarm chinese with rose tea while cuddling in bed, because your feet were cold as ice and you got worried that they would fall off if you didn’t get under the covers at that exact moment. 

The lights have been off for a while, when you whisper “I’m sorry” you think she’s already asleep until she asks “What for?” softly.

“I don’t know. I feel like I’ve ruined the evening for you” you admit. your face is resting in her chest, and you can feel how her breath catches. 

“You couldn’t ruin anything babe” she assures you. Her fingers run through your scalp in soothing patterns. She feels so lucky to be the one who gets to comfort you when you show this part of yourself, being that you are usually the most cheerful and optimistic person in the room. She feels special knowing you can unmask your insecurities and be vulnerable around her. “I love you, you know that, right?”

“I love you too” the tiniest of smiles makes its way to your face, you’re so lucky to have her by your side. You forget for a while about the biology exam, and all your studies for that matter. You drift off listening to your love’s heartbeat, with her arm around your shoulders, and her lovely voice in your head.

[timchalamet-devoted]

Bad Dream

Summary: Timothée is the best remedy for a sleepless night.

Pairing: Timothée x reaader

Fluff!

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You had no sense of what time it was when you woke up. Your body was fitted snuggly in his arms, skin against skin.

You felt his heartbeat against your own chest, finding comfort in the steady rhythm, a sharp contrast to the troubling dream that had startled you awake.

You swallowed hard, training your eyes on him.

He looked like nothing short of an angel in the iridescent rays of the moon. They illuminated his gentle face, all the faint freckles that generously dusted his face. You could make out the outline of his soft lips, a perfect shade of pink, that begged to be kissed. And so you did.

You reached out and carefully tucked a stray curl behind his ear and leaned in. Despite the many times it had happened before, your breath seemed to be stolen right from you every time your lips touched his. They were soft and sweet, moulding with yours.

You pulled away, eyes landing back on his form, in utter awe of the notion you call him yours. Your favourite person, whom your heart belonged to enternally.

Just then, the arms draped around your waist tightened their grip, and you felt the mop of chocolate locks tickling your skin as Timothée buried his face in the crook of your neck.

Incoherent mumbling reached your ears, as he placed small kisses on your shoulder.

Your hand travelled to his back, tracing designs on the tender skin there.

"I'm sorry I woke you up," you whispered, unsure if he was even fully awake. You waited patiently for a response, marvelling on the sensation of his hot breath against your neck.

"It's alright, sweetness."

And after a short pause, "your heart is beating really fast. Bad dream?"

God, how was he so utterly perfect? The attention he paid to every aspect of you made you melt in the most wonderful of ways. You felt so seen.

"Yes, but nothing too bad"

He gave your waist a short squeeze before he lifted his head, locking gazes.

His eyes were hooded with sleep, but they were warm and loving and promised peace.

You allowed yourself to get lost in them, while his hand racked through your tangled hair, fingertips massaging you scalp ever so delicately.

He gave you a comforting smile before prompting you to lay your head on his chest.

As you lay there, head following the rising and falling of his chest, a sweet melody tumbled out of his lips. The words kept tripping over one another, and his voice was raspy from sleep - yet to you, it was the sound of angels.

You felt so safe enveloped in his embrace, gazing in the eyes that felt like home.

[darkenedreaper]

I deleted the anons post because I’m dumb but have it stored in my mind.

More requests coming soon

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader, Laura Barton x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst, sorry.

Summary: After reader confesses her feeling to Natasha, Natasha choose Bruce, but she starts to regret her choice after the reader starts moving on.

Masterlist

Don’t Move On Without Me

You and the Russian, always had a special connection. Maybe it was because yoiu knew each other from the very start and knew about each others pasts. Maybe it was because when one if you was in the dark, the other would be the light. If one of you had a nightmare, you’d be running into each other room to have a peaceful rest of the night in the others arms. Natasha always came to you, no matter what the reason. The media and paparazzi had always tried to pose you off as a couple, and of course the fans shipped you. 

However, away from friendly things were romantic glances, or holding each other in front of the others the way Tony and Pepper would hold each other. If you were cooking, because Natasha can’t, she would be rubbing your arm, or rubbing your shoulder blade while telling you about her day. And on movie nights, she begged you not to miss it because of work. So it was instinct to brig your laptop along to movie night and while you would be typing away while the others watched the film, she’d snuggle up into your side, occasionally glancing at your screen. 

Everything was going fine and you thought you were getting closer and your confidence was building to ask Natasha out, but that all changed when Bruce had started to ‘hit’ on her. He would tell her stupid science jokes, and each time, her smile would grow wider, and her laugh became more from the heart, differently from when you made her laugh. If you woke up from a nightmare4, you’d do your routine thing by knocking on her door before gently opening the door there, only to see her bed was empty. Nights like that, you’d ask Jarvis where she was and he would constantly reply with, ‘Ms Romanoff has taken vacancy in Dr Banners room’.

Your Natasha had changed towards you. All of that was confirmed when her ad Dr Banner became an item. Tony of course threw a couples party but you chose to spend the night in your office. You’d doubt anyone would notice because they were too busy swooning over the mismatched couple. Bruce would stand awkward and slightly hunched. whilst she would stand ever so perfectly. Like the statue of a goddess, a smile plastering her face now and then. Ever since they became an item, you’d been overworking yourself, much to Steve's dismay. And so you wouldn’t think that anyone would notice you slipping out. Your raised your head at the sound of soft shoes on the harsh tiled floor, looking up to Clint wife, Laura. She was the only one who knew about your infatuation with Natasha. Laura would invite you over frequently, to take your mind of Natasha for a few hours. And every night, she would send a reminder to get to bed by an appropriate time, along with a loving message. Laura cared enough ot see how your habits had changed. She cared enough about you enough to just send a text. So she sat with you until it was time for Clint to take her and the kids back. Natasha didn’t care. Although you never knew what she really felt. 

Ever since Natasha and Bruce had coupled up, she has started to see less of you. She knew it was cruel of her to ignore you, but she didn’t want to face you and pretend she was happy with her boyfriend. She didn’t want to stay in his room night after night. She wanted to be by his side when she was scared, or anxious or when she had something funny today. But she wanted to do that with you. She had snuck out of the scientists arms to enyer your room only to see you weren’t there. Your phone was. She decided to check if you had anythig connected to it. She found what she was looking for on the icons at the top right, but she also saw 2 new messages from Julia. She put herself upright and at the thought of this Julia, she felt a pang of jealousy rise in her chest. She didn’t even know the woman or who she was to you, but she didn't like her. Nat missed having you by her side in movie night, but she didn’t get the chance to save your seat because Bruce lobbed himself next to her. She wanted to tell the team to wait until you’d arrive, but you’d missed the last 3 movies, so they played it anyway. Natasha didn’t care about the action on the screen because she got up in searrch of you. And during the first half of the movie ,she had actually removed his arm around her neck.

Natasha asked Jarvis where you were and he told her you were in your office. Natasha stalked the corridor to your office quietly, and before she could see you, she heard the keyboard and mouse clicking away. She smiled to herself for a second remembering how she called you a workaholic but enjoyed watching you concentrate. But seconds after her smile turned into a frown when her ears heard Jarvis say, ‘Ms L/N, you have an incoming call from Julia. Would you like me to connect it to your laptop?’ She heard your voice a little clearer and her heart sank a little when she heard you answer it. 

‘Hey babe, how's work?’, the voice she assumed the voice was Julia's. It was the first time in weeks, that she had heard your voice. She slowly walked off, not wanting to hear anymore. She had silently walked off to your room and slumped herself onto the floor outside your door. Maybe you’d wait for her. But all she’d tell anyone know was that she’d be waiting for you. You were happy talking to another woman. And it was evident this woman was closer than Natasha will ever get. 

[kidney9-9]

Airplane (Sam Wilson)

hey guys! hope you enjoy this sam wilson one shot! i loved writing this! taglist and requests are open :) 

Masterlist

Sam Wilson x Reader, featuring Bucky Barnes Warnings: a little cursing, awkwardness, lots of fluff!! Word Count: 2.5k

“Samuel Thomas Wilson?” You squeaked out. Getting on a plane to go to London, for a work trip was normal for you. Having a stranger sit next to you, on said flight, was normal to you. Sitting in absolute silence for the rest of the flight, was normal to you. But right now- this was not normal. This man, to be your seat mate for the rest of this long flight, is your ex-boyfriend.

Shit.

“Oh fuck, uh, hey, surprise!” Sam replied, smiling at you unsure of what to do. You awkwardly stood back up, but your knees were bent from the small amount of space you had. Why the fuck did you get up? You waved back at him, now looking absolutely anywhere but his face (and his crotch).

So, where did you decide to stare at? The man standing behind him, the one and only Bucky Barnes. Not a good idea, seeing as the stranger (the two of you have never met before) grinned back to you, unhinged by the total amount of awkwardness that seeped in the air. You had no choice but to grin back with a small hesitation, as Sam stared back at you.

Uhh, just sit the fuck down now.

Your knees buckled loudly, as you sat back down and you cringed at the noise they make, while Sam sighed out almost dramatically. He pushed his and Bucky’s carry-ons up onto the storage above your seats. Bucky continued to stare back at you, now realizing the obvious discomfort his partner and you were feeling, and boy was he going to relish in it.

Sam lightly punched Bucky and cocked his head back in your direction. “Listen, be cool, she’s my ex. Actually, wait just don’t talk.” Sam whispered furiously back at Bucky. You sat there, bouncing your legs in nervousness, while Bucky nodded back to Sam with a “Yeah, sure.” (Fuck no!)

Your eyes widened as Sam sat almost hesitantly next to you, in the middle seat. “So, London, eh?” You question, and immediately wince at your fucking gawkiness. Like, fuck! That damn question- ‘London, eh?’ like man, you felt embarrassed. That question is the equivalence of just being so damn dumb.

Sam couldn’t feel even more tongue-tied at this moment either. Bucky, on the other hand felt like this was a Comedy Central original, and he couldn’t help the short laugh that escaped him. He quickly covered it up as a cough but rolled his eyes, as Sam hit his leg hard in warning.

“Yeah, London. You?” Sam responded and woah, Bucky couldn’t help it. The laugh came out even louder and he couldn’t cover it up, he for sure wouldn’t. Sam ultimately ignored Bucky at that moment, as he glanced back at you with an upside-down grin.

You slowly nodded back, and silence ensues. As if on cue, a flight attendant arrived, pushing the storage closed while looking at the three of you. Bucky, the ultimate comedian, pointed back at you and Sam, and with a short chuckle, he spoke, “Those two, am I right? The chemistry!”

You let out a loud groan the same time Sam smacked Bucky’s arm hardly, “Oh you are a fucking asshole!” Bucky groaned out and clutched his arm, “That was the good one!”

“That’s for being stupid!” Sam yakked back, clearly annoyed. Bucky rolled his eyes back to him, while you gapped at the two of them. The flight attendant made no comment, just glanced back down to Bucky and with a shake of her head, she turned around and left. Oh, how you wished to be that flight attendant, being able to just leave.

But nope. You can’t just leave, seeing as the flight was going to take off soon. You pulled your phone back out, deciding to ignore the little cat fight between Sam and Bucky as you sent out an SOS text to your friend. ‘fuckkkk, sam is sitting next to me and I think he’s got a boyfriend now or something’ you sent out. At least you did think Bucky was Sam’s boyfriend. You’ve seen the two of them on the news, and you assumed Sam was straight, but you didn’t know if that was completely true, maybe he was bisexual. But now, looking at the two of them, they really did look like a couple.

“So, how have you been?” Sam asked, looking back to you, as you put your phone away again. You hummed for a quick second with raised eyebrows, surprised he wanted to talk to you. Maybe it’ll only be small talk, and end in a minute, but the fact you had to sit next to him the rest of the flight made you hope for the best.

“Fine, got that promotion. What about you?” You responded, keeping your tone flat, but you were genuinely interested about what was happening in his life. The reason why the two of you ended things was in fact because of him joining the Avengers. It really bothered you at the time, since he had a hard time with memories back from the war, and you thought that him joining in a group of fighters was only going to hurt him more.

Maybe you were wrong with that assumption now, seeing how happy he looked all the time on the news, and right now with Bucky. You both ended things on mutual terms, agreed to stay friends of course, but once you left, neither of you reached out to each other. It hurt you for a time but now you moved past it, dated a few other people, gained a few more friends too.

Sam was hurt by the break-up as well. It was years ago now, but he did feel like there was potential in that relationship. You two had gone through some tough times and he did ultimately understand your point of view of his decision. After you left, he wondered what life would have been like if he didn’t join the team, but right now he was happy he did.

The two of you have grown into separate paths, that seemed almost impossible to intertwine but now, here you are. Both of you happy and healthy, connected however apart, but in a very awkward situation.

“Congrats on the promotion! I’m doing okay- but wow, that’s great, good job.” Sam replied, sincerely happy for you. That promotion also caused the two of you pain in the relationship. You were pushing in over sixty hours a week, always exhausted and stressed. That promotion seemed impossible, you worked so hard while the two of you were dating, and that work barely got you anywhere. So now, seeing as you got the promotion, he knew you were truly glad about it.

“Yeah, thank you. How’s uh, how’s everything going?” You asked back lightly, seeing Bucky lean back into Sam. In turn, Sam barely shrugged his shoulders trying to get him off. Sam looked at you, almost smiling as he remembered things from the past.

You looked good too. Great, in fact, and now Sam felt his ears grow a little warm at your beauty. You also thought Sam looked good. He suited himself in some jeans and a t-shirt you recognize from long ago, and he looked a little bit more muscular than last time you saw him.

“Everything is good, I’m actually leading a new division now at work. And my family’s alright too.” Sam responded, turning his body to face you, in the uncomfortable airplane seat. You nodded back, taking in the information and with a gasp, you asked, “How’s Christa doing?”

Christa was Sam’s neighbor and at one time, the three of you were best friends. But when things started to go downhill, you cut yourself off and away from Christa, thinking it was for the best since she was his neighbor, and they were friends first. Christa always butted in on conversations and made sure the two of you were feeling alright, especially during flu seasons.

“She’s been wondering about you actually.” Sam responded quietly, seeing Bucky lean into the conversation. Bucky and Christa have met on numerous occasions and wow, did Bucky dislike the girl. For some reason she held an attitude against him that he could not take and the two were quick to argue about almost anything.

“She’s a bitch.” Bucky spoke almost in a matter-of-fact tone, with raised eyebrows looking between you and Sam. You let out a surprised laugh as Sam rolled his eyes back to him, “No, she is not.” You agreed with Sam, as Bucky let out a sigh.

“Why does she hate me?” Bucky questioned; eyeing Sam amused. Sam shifted around again, thinking of all the reasons why she could dislike Bucky. It was apparent the two of them were clearly not anywhere labeled as friends, but Sam couldn’t really find a justifiable reason why she acts like that to him.

So, he just shrugged back, as you leaned back into your laugh. “Hey there,” You finally introduced yourself to Bucky, slightly moving over Sam to shake Bucky’s hand. He nodded back to you, grinning and looking back to Sam. “So, is there something I need to know?” Bucky questioned both you and Sam, making the both of you confused. You crunched your eyebrows together in perplexity as Sam opened his mouth slightly.

You “oohed” back suddenly, causing Sam to look at you confused. “What?” He asked you, watching as your expression turned to one of understanding. You cocked your head back to Sam with a shrug, “It’s alright, you don’t have to hide it, and there isn’t anything, Bucky.” You smiled sweetly back to him.

No way you were going to be rude to Sam’s boyfriend now (again you really do think they are dating). He seemed funny and interesting to you, and most importantly Sam looked happy. Sam looked even more confused as Bucky nodded and started laughing, way more than normally.

You just smiled back to the two of them, looking happy. “Wait, what’s going on?” Sam questioned, making Bucky laugh even more. You raised your eyebrows at him, “Oh Sam, it’s fine with me! You guys look great together!”  

“Excuse me?” Sam stuttered out, completely shocked. Bucky evened out his laughter, and watched as Sam vigorously shook his head no. “I am not dating him.” Sam declared, scooting his body to move a little bit more away from Bucky, as you rested back onto the window and watched the two.

Yeah, you didn’t believe him one bit, especially with Bucky wording silently, “We are.” So, you hummed back to Sam for a second while narrowing your eyes a little. “Is it like,” You paused trying to find the right words, as Sam repeatedly said “No,” over and over as if he couldn’t believe what was happening. “Is it like, not official? Cause you guys can trust me, I won’t say anything.” You replied, speaking softly.

Sam finally looked back at Bucky, seeing what Bucky was doing and smacked his arm again. “We are not dating. He’s just a friend, well now he’s just a coworker, since he’s acting so damn stupid.” Sam grunted out the end of his reply, as Bucky punched him back this time.

You laughed at the two, “Oh, alright! It’s just- you guys look so cute together!” The two of them completely stopped and just looked at you. Bucky was the one who looked confused now, as Sam raised his eyebrows back at you. “Come on, no we don’t.” Sam chuckled out, with Bucky nodding along and you shrugged back to them.

A small moment of silence went through the three of you, as Sam and Bucky completely readjusted in their seats properly, buckling up along with you. Your short time of happiness started to fade as the flight attendant up in the front started the instruction on what to do if anything were to happen. Your fear of planes was one of the worst things that you dealt with on a common basis. Almost every week or so, you had to jump on a plane for work, but you never seemed to get over that fear.

Sam gazed back at you as you sighed out shakily, now remembering how scared you would get during the take off. His stare softened as he noticed your hands starting to tremble as the plane started driving on the runway, and he whispered a short “Hey” to you.

You looked back up at Sam, as your fingers started tapping against each other. “Want to hold my hand, like good old times?” Sam asked, pushing his hand on the rest between the two of you. You nodded back with a small thankful smile.

“Thank you, Sam.” You whispered back and took his hand in yours, squeezing it tightly as the plane started to go even faster down the runway. You began to tremble even more when you felt the bumps, and Sam pulled away from you for a moment. You looked at him confused as he pushed the rest up between the two of the seats and scooted closer to you. He moved as close as he could, even taking off the seatbelt and opening his arms to you. You leaned into his hug just as soon as the plane started to lift, and he rubbed gentle circles on your back as you held your breath. Bucky sent a small smile to the two of you and leaned back in his chair, looking back around to the other seats.

The take off went well but the two of you still were hugging and you hesitantly pulled away. “Thank you, your hugs were always the best.” You said softly, as Sam put the seat belt back on again. Your nerves were slightly easing out again, and you were thankful that Sam hugged you. He looked back up to you and grinned, “No, it was your hugs that were the best.” His words made you laugh lightly, and you beamed back to him.

“Why did we never talk afterwards?” You wondered aloud.

Sam exhaled out slightly, “I have no idea.” You nodded back to his words, and your smile dropped a little. You opened your mouth again, timidly speaking up, “You know, after we did, I would dial in your number sometimes and I never pressed the button to call. I deleted your number a while after, but for some reason my mind hung onto your number. It took a while to forget,” You paused, eyeing his expression. He seemed downhearted at your sudden confession.

“And sometimes, I regret forgetting it.” You finished, breathing out slightly at the end. Sam took a moment before responding to your words, “I did the same thing, uh. I actually got a new number, if you ever want to reconnect, you know?”

You nodded back with a small grin. “That sounds great, but you know we still have several hours to reconnect, if you want to now?” Sam laughed at your invitation and the two of you immediately blasted into another conversation while Bucky watched on with a small snicker.

Safe to say, the next time the two of you shared a flight together, you two did more than just reconnect.

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Love, Death, Rebirth

Chapter 2: Super Soldier

Summary: Steve tells Reader what happened to him before he leaves for war.

Chapter found here.

Chapter 3

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Red Carpet Mishap

Jake Gyllenhaal x daughter!reaader

Word Count: 1,460

Requested by: Anonymous

Can I please make a request where it’s  Jake Gyllenhaal x reader where the reader gets sick at an important event like a red carpet marvel movie they were both in and she gets sick the day of the event but hides it from her dad until they are at the event and she either faints or vomit on the red carpet and then Jake takes her home and looks after her. 

Warnings: mentions of throw up

You had been acting for a few years but only had small roles in tv shows. Your dad encouraged you to try auditioning for movies and you ended up getting a role with him in his upcoming marvel movie. You were beyond excited since you got to experience your first movie with him. You had put so much work into your character and you were excited to finally get to see it all on the screen.

A few days before the premier, you had felt a little under the weather, but thought it was just because of the jet lag. You managed to hide it from Jake by blaming some of your symptoms on your period or stress; and he believed you. You had started to feel better up until the morning of. When you woke up, you felt as if you got hit by a truck five times. You had the need to throw up, so you ran to the bathroom and heaved into the toilet. You cleaned up and took a shower, hoping your dad didn’t hear. Jake was very protective of you since you were his only child. If he knew anything bad was happening to you, he would immediately jump into helicopter parent mode. 

After your shower you left the bathroom and looked in your dad’s bag for anything that could help you feel better. Just for tonight. You found a bottle of Tums. They didn’t expire for another month, so you opened it and popped one in your mouth. ‘It can’t hurt.’ You thought to yourself. Jake started to stir, so you put the bottle in your own bag, walked to his bed and sat next to him. 

“Hey honey. Are you excited for tonight?” 

You nodded. You told him you had some school stuff to finish up so you couldn’t hang out with him and the rest of the cast. You laid around in bed for a few hours before deciding to get ready. You stood up and went into the closet. You grabbed the garment bag that held your dress and unzipped it. It was your first premier and your dad spared no expense on the dress. You loved the dress and didn’t want to disappoint him by not going; even though you still didn’t feel well. You changed into it and straightened your hair. You sat back on the bed and waited until your dad got back.

“Y/n? I see you're already ready to go,” He joked. 

“Yup! I just couldn’t wait any longer.”  

Jake chuckled, grabbed his own suit and changed in the bathroom. He stepped out and spun around. 

You giggled, “you look very dapper if I do say so myself,” You said in a fake British accent.

“Why thank you, young lady. Do you dare accompany me?” He copied your accent. 

You nodded and stood up quickly. The motion making your stomach churn. He held out his hand and you grabbed it, swallowing the vomit rising in your throat. You almost made it out the door until you couldn’t hold it any longer. 

“I have to use the bathroom. I’ll meet you in the lobby,” You lied. 

Jake nodded and let you be. Once in the clear, you pulled your hair back and threw up again. You brushed your teeth and rummaged through your bag to find some perfume to cover up the smell. You also grabbed another two Tums and went downstairs and met up with the cast. 

“Sorry I took so long. Just had to take care of something,” You explained. 

You all piled into limos and drove to the theater. You got a little car sick but it was nothing you couldn’t handle. You got onto the carpet and walked side by side with your dad. The paparazzi loved that you and your dad were here together. You didn’t even realize that you were totally color coordinating until Tom had brought it up. 

The camera lights didn’t bother you at first, but the more time had passed, the more photographers had shown up. You started to feel nauseous again and tried to think of an excuse to leave the carpet. You couldn’t think of one in time and ran to try and find the nearest bathroom. Jake became instantly worried and ran after you. You yanked open the door of the nearest bathroom and threw up for the third time that day. You heard Jake calling for you in the hallway. 

You opened the door and he ran over to you. 

He pulled you into a hug and kissed the top of your head, “Sweetheart what’s wrong? Are you ok?” 

You looked up at him and tears welled up in your eyes, “I haven’t been feeling good these past couple days. I didn’t want to alarm you so I didn’t tell you. I’ve been throwing up all day.” 

Jake bent down to eye level and grabbed your shoulders, “You need to tell me stuff like that. I’m your dad.” 

“I know. I just didn’t want to disappoint you. I know we were both excited to be here tonight and I didn’t want to jeopardize it.” 

Jake rubbed up and down your arms soothingly, “I know you wanted to be here. If you told me sooner I could’ve helped,” He paused and thought for a moment. He wanted you to be here and he wanted to be here but knew you probably would make it ten minutes in without throwing up again, “we’ll have to go back to the hotel now. I’ll get you some stuff and we can have some fun ok?” He asked. 

You sighed. You knew he was right but didn’t want to admit it. Jake stood up and led you out of the theater with a hand in your shoulder. The paparazzi were still focused on the action happening on the carpet. Jake got a taxi and let the rest of the cast know what was happening.

Jake dropped you off at the room and told you to shower and change into some pajamas. He went to the nearest store to get you things that would hopefully make you feel better. You took a long hot shower and changed into one of your dad’s shirts and a pair of sweatpants. You crawled into bed and flipped through the channels on the tv. Once Jake made it back, you had only thrown up once more. He handed you a bottle of Gatorade and a packet of saltine crackers and climbed next to you. You put your head in his shoulder and he moved the hair out of your face. He kissed your temple and grabbed the remote from you. You frowned until you saw what he was doing. He was renting your favorite movie. You cuddled seeping into the blankets and snacked on the crackers. Jake tried to steal one from you, but you slapped his hand away. 

“No! You don’t get one. You're not sick and missing your first premier,” You pouted. 

Jake raised his eyebrows at you. 

“First of all. I bought them for you and second,” he grabbed the one you currently held in your hand, “I have to take care of you now so I should at least get one.” 

You couldn’t argue with that logic. In the past, you were miserable when sick and he knew that you probably wouldn’t want to leave the hotel for a few days. 

The next morning you woke up to your phone ringing. You answered it and Tom started rambling. 

“Hey y/n/n. Your room number is 324 right? I knocked and there was no answer. I guess I should’ve figured you were still asleep.” 

“Yes Tom. I was asleep at,” you paused to look at the clock, “seven thirty in the morning,” You hung up and went to the door. You opened the door and saw Tom standing there, “what are you doing up so early?” you asked him. 

He pulled something out of his backpack and handed it to you. “I have an early flight and I needed to give this to you,” he said, handing you the package. He stood there while you opened it. 

You gasped when you saw it was a copy of your movie from last night. You jumped into Tom’s arms and hugged him. 

“Thank you Tom thank you! I’ll make sure we watch this soon.”

Tom hugged you goodbye and left for his flight. Your dad had left some medication for you to take when you woke up and you messed around on your phone until Jake had finally woken up. You showed him the present from Tom and he played it for the both of you. It was definitely worth the wait. 

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Aw Shucks

Original request from a lovely anon:  Could you maybe do prompt 48 or 50 or both please if you don't mind with Bucky

48. “You’re a very different drunk than I thought you’d be.”

50. “Of course we’re not going to duet a Disney son-” “mY wHOLe liFE Has beEn A sERieS of dOors IN mY FAcE.”

A/N: I ended up doing both because I thought it would be kind of hilarious to see where it went. It’s a little shorter than what I usually write, but I hope you like it!

Paring: BuckyxReader

Word Count: 413

Warnings: None

“(Y/N)!” Bucky exclaims.

“Bucky, hey!” He ambles over to me excitedly and pulls me into a crushing hug before pulling back and planting a kiss on my cheek. “I didn’t know you were going to be at the tower tonight!”

“Neither did I!” He says, a large smile stretching his face. “Sam and Steve convinced me to come.”

“You’re much more relaxed than I usually see you.” I comment.

“I know,” He nods. “Steve got Thor to let me try his Asgardian liquor and I haven’t felt this good since before the war.”

I feel my eyes widen. “I’ve heard that stuff’s pretty powerful. How much have you had, Buck?”

“Not too much, I think.” He says, clearly trying to assure me.

“Alright, as long as you’re sure you’re okay.” I squeeze his forearm, my brow furrowing.

“Don’t worry, (Y/N),” He says with a chuckle. “I’ll let you know if anything bad happens.”

I smile at him and squeeze his arm once more before releasing him and heading off to talk to Tony.

--

As the night wore on, more and more people seemed to filter out of the tower until there was a group of about fifteen people left, most of them Avengers and ex S.H.I.E.L.D. who had ties to the team. At some point, someone thought it would be a good idea to set up a karaoke machine and Bucky was one of the first people to jump at the chance to sing.

“(Y/N)!” Bucky calls.

I swallow the mouthful of my drink I had just taken before answering. “Yeah, Buck?”

“Come sing with me!” He says, waving me over exaggeratedly.

“Nah, not really my thing,” I shake my head and try to sink into the couch.

“Come on, (Y/N)!” Bucky whines, reaching out his hand to me.

I roll my eyes and take his hand, subsequently allowing myself to be pulled from my seat on the couch. “Fine,” I concede as he pulls me up to the karaoke machine and begins fiddling with the settings. “But we’re not going to duet a Disney so-”

“All my life has been a series of doors in my face,” Bucky launches into his chosen song, cutting me off. I look out at everyone else in the room only to find their eyes just as wide as mine. “Then suddenly I bump into you!”

“You are a very different drunk than I thought you’d be, Buck.”

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