#sam and bucky stop making out on my feed pls

[sekanithezombie]

I be scrolling on tumblr in public sometimes and middle aged man yaoi shows up and I have to scroll down super fast

Worst part I don't even know how it got there I liked one sambucky fanart once and now it's everywhere and it's not just cutesy couple shit anymore how do I get rid of them

[ailoda]

ᯓ★ favourite writers

@luveline

@whirlybirbs

@pellucid-constellations

@aquaticmercy

@wkemeup

@intrepidacious

ᯓ★ favourite fics

Undisclosed - @pellucid-constellations

Desperate to outrun a secret that could cost you your life, you seek refuge in a small mountain town. Its deep forests and small cabins make it the perfect place to hide, but the travel website hadn’t mentioned anything about the quiet, burly lumberjack that wouldn’t leave your thoughts. No one had warned Bucky about you either.

I remember this being one of the first series I read after coming back to Tumblr. I wasn't one for Marvel AU’s at the time, as I preferred to read canon or adjacent fics, but I took a chance on this one and it completely changed everything. I absolutely loved it. It has the perfect amount of fluff and angst, and a plot to rival some of my favourite published work. The story and background are so well-placed and developed that it was too easy to fall in. I devoured this in I think two days - non-stop reading until I finished. It completely opened me up to AU’s. I come back so often as a sort of comfort read, and no matter how many times I’ve read it, I still get excited and devour it like I’ve never read it before. One of the first fics I thought of when compiling my 2024 favourites.

Just One Kiss - @sarahwroteathing

Bucky Barnes has been chasing after you since he was ten years old, but you’re determined not to give in. How long can you hold out when all he’s asking for is just one kiss?

This writer no longer seems to have an account on Tumblr. If anyone knows whether they have an active account elsewhere or have just moved accounts, please let me know!

This was the first 40s!Bucky fic that I read and is to blame for my 40s!Bucky obsession that has lasted all these months. I was completely enthralled from the first paragraph, and it stands as my favourite 40s!Bucky fic and easy my top 3 series overall. I religiously come back when looking for a comfort read or for getting my 40s!Bucky fix. It's amazing how well the characters (both canon and not) have been interpreted and developed, and as simple as the plot feels, it just works so well. There's no need for any plot twists or big moments to push the story along; the characters and the way they all naturally feed and contribute to the overall plot are more than enough. It's written so well that, despite reading it well over 10 times, I still feel all the emotions and feel just as empty finishing it as I did when I first read it. I really wish this was a printed book that I could have on my shelf; that I can always reach for and never be deleted (pls don't ever delete it!). It’s the cutest fic that has me laughing, crying, and kicking my feet no matter how many times I read it.

Twin Flames / Two Sides of The Same Coin - @anonymityisfunwriter

Grumpy x Sunshine Series

I couldn't decide on one - they both HAD to be included. These are to blame for my falling completely in love with fan fiction after a decade away. I hadn’t had Tumblr in so many years and decided to re-download during my Masters for some escapism, and boy did this deliver. The dynamic is amazing - the way they bounce off each other is a testament to the amazing writing and character development. The way they manage to create a sunshine!reader with so much backstory without it feeling childish or forced is, again, a testament to the amazing writing and planning, and just…*chef’s kiss*. Despite taking some plot points from canon films, I really enjoyed how these scenes didn't feel boring or repetitive. Similarly, I love how the reader is able to fit in seamlessly into scenes that we had already seen and bounce off an already established dynamic between Sam and Bucky. The thought and effort that must have gone into the reader's character development, never mind the series as a whole, is so evident. I have re-read and re-read these for months and will continue to do so until the end of time.

By Any Other Name - @wkemeup

When Agent Barnes is assigned undercover within Hydra, he finds himself drawn to the woman who doesn’t seem to belong in this world of violence, the wife to the head of Hydra… you. 

I re-read this quite recently and it felt like finding an old song that you loved hidden in your playlist. I've now re-read it twice in the span of a week, it's just so good. This fic stood out to me partly because of its writing and interesting and well-thought-out plot, but also because of how well-written I feel the reader is. The reader is multi-faceted and far from one dimensional, which I've found is a barrier for me reading these types of fics. While the reader embodies typical traits associated with feminine protagonists in this genre - such as submissiveness and other conventionally 'feminine' attributes - these are not portrayed as weaknesses in the typical sense. What I mean is that they are reframed to be strategic strengths. She wields her femininity and perceived lack of power in a wholly make-dominated environment to her advantage. At the same time, her 'true' strengths compliment these qualities, creating a balanced and complex character that also has room for the development we see throughout the fic. A defining aspect of the reader's personality that I really enjoy is her self-awareness; they know when and how to act, and when to hold back, making her a compelling and empowered figure in a story and genre where that is so difficult to achieve.

From the Void, with Love - @whirlybirbs

Watch two forever-lovers fall in love again. 

This was my first Loki series, and boy was it a good one to start with. I'm not one to read Loki fics usually as I can never usually find ones that entice me, but I was so happy to have stumbled upon this! A testament to the planning and writing ability was the way the reader’s involvement in the TVA storyline was interweaved without it feeling unnatural or forced. I love how the inner-workings of the reader's mind is included, and how their thoughts and feelings are so seamlessly interwoven into scenes without it feeling clunky or taking away from what's going on. I also really enjoyed the comedic elements, particularly the thoughts and reactions the reader had to things happening and how they bounced off Loki's dialogue so well. I found myself laughing so many times. It's one of those fics where you wish you could go back and read it for the first time again.

When It All Falls Apart - @bucky-bucket-barnes

The fate of the universe was in your hands. Bucky and you had been sent to retrieve the soul stone, a seemingly simple task. Unbeknownst to you, there was a hefty price to pay for such an exchange. You’re able to return to Earth, but it’s soon apparent part of you was left in Vormir.

This has to be one of my favourite fics of all time, but I also hate it. Hate it, hate it, hate it. It feeds my deepest, most love-deprived soul. I personally feel that angst is so challenging to write and write well. Part of why I feel that way is because I feel that good angst needs to convey emotions and feelings effectively because it's about expressing the character's inner world and guiding how they feel to drive and guide the plot forward. A difficult aspect of this is ensuring the reader feels and understands the character's emotions rather than letting their own feelings cloud their perception and misinterpret the character's rationale and journey - keeping the story's emotional trajectory clear and true to the characterisation you have set. This is something that this writer can do so so very well. I cried the first time reading it, and the emotions still hit me after reading it over and over again. If anyone watches K-Drama’s, this has Uncontrollably Fond vibes. Such a good read if you’re looking for that heart-ripping angst.

My Own Soul’s Warning - @aquaticmercy

You, an immortal being, fall in love with the very mortal Bucky Barnes. You would do anything for him, even if it meant you had to strike a deal with Death herself.

This is another fic that I wish I could go back and read it again for the first time. I fell in love immediately. It's the fic that cemented @aquaticmercy one of my favourite writers. Well, that and the fact that they have some of the most intriguing and well-thought-out plot ideas that I've seen. It's difficult to choose a single fic really, but I cannot not choose 'My Own Soul's Warning' - it's a difficult one to compete with for me. The writing is one of the best I’ve read and the flow and feel of the story is second to none. It seems that with every new addition to this story, it just gets better and better (which I thought was impossible). They are able to narrate feelings and emotions so beautifully that it's impossible to not feel what the reader is experiencing. One of my favourite aspects is how they are able to think of things I would never have even thought of, and how they are able to write and explain these things and communicate feelings so well. Another aspect as to why this is so beautifully written, and why @aquaticmercy is a favourite, is when a writer can - without being explicit in their writings - craft a story where the depth of emotions is palpable without needing to be spelt out, leaving readers to grasp and feel them on their own. Where the reader is feeling more than their own emotions and feelings in response to the story, but also what the writer has curated and intended them to feel. Being able to do this without explicit writing is so difficult, and part of the reason why they are one of my favourite writers in general. I've tried to explain my deep feelings for this fic in a way that hopefully makes sense, but it's difficult to write everything I love because there is just so much to say. I am in love and we are married.

[empyreanwritings]

ok okokokok hear me out.. how about... vampire Sam Wilson.. pl e ase i need him.. do whatever your genious brain feels like going ❤

When you came home and saw Sam standing in the middle of your room, you wanted to slap him right across the face. He had been MIA the whole day, on a full moon no less, and he had the audacity to just pop up unannounced? It was ridiculous.

But the relief of knowing he was okay stopped you from doing so.

You crossed your arms over your chest and took in a deep breath. "You could have called."

"I know," he mumbled. "I'm sorry."

"Steve called and said Bucky broke out of his chains! I thought-"

"He's got nothing on me, sweetheart. I am okay."

You crossed the floor and cupped his cheeks in your hands. You looked over his face, taking in the sunken look of his eyes and the small frown on his lips. He was starving, and he didn't get to hunt before the moon rose. It explained why he had been away all day - because he worried about hurting you.

"Feed from me," you offered. "You're looking a little rough."

"No, I'm fine."

"You're not fine! You're not gonna be able to feed until tomorrow. That's not a risk I'm willing to take."

Sam scoffed. "But letting me feed from you is? Absolutely not."

You hated how stubborn he was about this. He had fed from you a few times already, and he didn't hurt you. Why was it such a big deal now?

"You can feed for me, or I will be a dramatic asshole and slit my wrists so you have to," you said with such a finality it was terrifying.

"You're a child," he retorted.

You said nothing but held out your wrist for him. He wanted to say no, but the sound of your pulse filled his ears. It was the only thing he could hear besides the sound of your breathing. He never wanted to hurt you, and he hated feeding on you because it was always a risk.

But god he was so hungry.

The veins under his eyes started to form, and he slowly pulled your wrist towards his mouth. The rush of your your blood hit his tongue, making every nerve in his body come alive.

You gasped as he pulled you closer, his arm wrapped around your waist and his mouth still firmly on your wrist. He held you up when your knees started to buckle; you weren't sure if he was taking too much but you didn't fully care. As long as he was happy.

As long as he was satisfied.

You smiled up at him as your vision began to go blurry. The euphoric feeling was suddenly replaced with pain, and you realized that he wasn't stopping. You had been too blissed out to realize.

And it was already too late.

[capmackie]

reminiscing about you (what we do)

@lesbians-love-taylor is possibly writing a fic about sam dancing to ‘pony’ by ginuwine so this is dedicated to ‘so anxious’ by ginuwine <3

Bucky thanks whatever deity looking out for him for the notable absence of the Avengers in the tower.

Because explaining why he’s carrying a so-horny-he’s-delirious Sam to their room with his own dick harder than algebra is not on the list of things Bucky wanted to do today.

Fucking Sam into oblivion wasn’t on the list either but he’s not mad at the turn of events.

—

“You still with me, baby?”

Bucky asks, lifting his head from where he’s tracing soft, open-mouth kisses down Sam’s torso — stopping occasionally to sink his teeth in to hear Sam gasp — looking at the other man for any sign of discomfort at the two, no three fingers sliding into his fucked out hole.

What he finds is the captain, head thrown back, mouth open, whimpering at the unrelenting pace of the metal fingers in his ass.

“Yeah baby, that’s what I thought”, Bucky says, twisting his fingers sharply, lube squelching and Sam’s labored breaths the only sounds heard in the room. “You love this don’t you?”

It takes a moment to register that Bucky’s asked him a question and even longer to realize he’s probably expecting an answer before Sam moans, breathless like he’s run a marathon or six. “F- fuck yeah, I love being filled like this — taking you any way I can get it. In my mouth, my ass,  fuck baby do that again. Yeah, make me feel it.”

And it’s a shame that both of Bucky’s hands are preoccupied — the flesh hand three, oh four fingers deep in Sam’s ass and the metal one ghosting over the other man’s dick, hot and heavy on his thigh — cause the scene in front of him is worthy of a picture; the image of Sam, eyes closed, brow furrowed in concentration, chest flushed and laden with a sheen of sweat, head thrown back as he tries his hardest to not succumb to what Bucky’s doing.

Sam, wrecked beyond belief, trying and succeeding at being good for Bucky could put the Mona Lisa to shame.

“Pl- please Buck, I — I need to come”, Sam whispers, swallowing quickly to alleviate his dry mouth.

“I told you I could be good, ahh — please, I’ve been good for you, haven’t I?”

Bucky almost wants to take pity on the man beneath him. Almost wants to break character, get Sam off nice and easy — a couple of quick strokes all he needs — then wrap him in his arms and drift to sleep.

Almost.

Want he really wants is to take Sam apart, piece by gorgeous piece, wants to put him back together again too. Wants to empty him completely and fill him back up with enough love that there’s no room left for the doubt and self-depreciation that led to the gym in the first place. Wants to show him that he’s grateful that Sam entrusts something as monumental as this to him. Wants...

Bucky really wants to plug Sam and fuck his throat until he comes on his face.

But first...

Gently extracting his fingers out of Sam’s ass, Bucky pushes the younger man‘s legs up and apart, putting him on full display. Letting his eyes wander for a moment, up and down the body he could recognize even blind - those synapses are firing off again, the same thought from earlier his focal point, make Sam feel good.

Meeting Sam’s eyes and seeing the lust written clear as day,  and right under that, vulnerability, renders Bucky breathless for a moment — the weight of the emotions he feels for the man beneath him threatening to suffocate him. He has to make Sam feel good, he deserves it.

“You’ve been the best, baby”, Bucky moans, peppering kisses on the inside of Sam’s thighs, flank, his dick and finally, a firm one to his hole. “But sometimes, that just isn’t good enough”.

With that, Bucky’s off to the races, flatting his tongue to lave over Sam’s entrance, licking from hole to taint and back again, gradually pointing the tip of his tongue to dip inside the younger man, penetrating the loose ring of muscle.

“Oh Bucky, fuck — fuck”.

Sam is mewling at this point, nearly sobbing because it’s too much, it’s not enough, pleasure teetering right on the edge of pain, too sensitive to do anything but writhe against the sheets and Bucky’s tongue. And apparently, that’s all the encouragement Bucky needs, eating Sam’s ass with new fervor — like a man starved and being offered his first meal - lifting Sam’s thick thighs over his shoulders to get deeper into his hole.

When that doesn’t allow him the access he wants, Bucky’s raising onto his knees, practically folding Sam in half. Bucky laps harder — putting his fucking face in it — working his tongue into the puffy hole, alternating between pointing it to fuck into Sam like it’s his dick and sealing his mouth around the rim and sucking hard. There’s spit running down Bucky’s chin, down Sam’s crack, pooling on the sheets below them — easing the way for both Bucky’s tongue and the fingers that have joined it.

The suction, the intensity, the sheer enthusiasm Bucky eats his ass with — all tongue and teeth, nibbling at Sam’s rim — the fact that this feeling, this want has been building since they sparred has Sam ready to end it all, wrap a hand around himself and jerk to completion. To succumb to the wave of pleasure that’s been threatening to drown him the moment Bucky pinned him to the mat and called him a good boy, obedience be damned.

“I wouldn’t do that if I was you Samuel”, Bucky growls and fuck did he say that out loud? “I’m the only person allowed to make you come.”

“If you so much as move your hands, I’ll tie you down, jerk off on your ass and go to sleep.” And with a sharp smack to Sam’s thigh, Bucky punctuates his point. “Do you understand?”

“Oh baby”, Sam breathes, shuddering at the fierceness in Bucky’s voice, the steel-edged certainty that he would indeed leave Sam high and dry. “I understand.”

“Good,” Bucky coos, ducking back between Sam’s leg for one more taste, trailing his tongue from Sam’s hole to the tip of his dick, moaning at the salty taste of precome at the head.

“Pl- please”, Sam begs, turned on beyond belief, need coursing through his veins. “I need it, baby, I - I need you to fuck me.”

“Let me hear how bad you want it sweetheart”, Bucky purrs, wrapping his lips around Sam’s dick, sucking softly. “I want you to beg.”

It takes all of Sam’s willpower to still his hips and not buck into the warm, wet heat of Bucky’s mouth but fuck,  Bucky knows exactly how he loves it, knows how to take him apart using his mouth.

It takes even more willpower to not finally fucking come when he chances a look down at Bucky, who’s going to town, lips red and shiny where they’re stretched tightly around Sam’s dick. He almost loses the battle when Bucky’s eyes meet his, mouth still so full and winks at Sam before completely swallowing him down, then coming back up to suck around the glands of the sensitive head.

And shit, Sam wants to touch, wants to slide a finger or two into Bucky’s mouth alongside his dick, stretch those pretty lips even further. Wants to feel those lips everywhere on him, wants Bucky to make good on that promise and let Sam ride him till he comes first and then let him come finally too. So he begs.

“Please Buck, c’mon”, Sam moans. “Want your dick, I want you to fill me up, want you to lick it out of me when you’re finished.”

Arousal stirs in the pit of Bucky’s stomach; he loves the filthy mouth on Sam, loves how it matches his own. Loves how he gives it to Sam, how Sam gives it right back to him, how they fit perfectly together like two pieces of a fucked-up puzzle. Pulling off of Sam’s dick with obscene pop, Bucky takes a moment to appreciate the view, the barest hint of possessiveness creeping up his spine at Sam, his Sam — normally so cautious, so wary —with his legs trembling from where he’d been holding them open, so wanton and so debauched for Bucky and Bucky only.

“You beg so pretty darlin’”, Bucky says, crawling up the length of Sam’s body, legs bracketing his chest. Taking his dick in his hand, holding it just out of the reach of Sam’s mouth, Bucky gives himself a few quick strokes, watching the way Sam’s eyes track the movement. “Get me nice and wet first. And if you’re good, I’ll let you sit on it.”

“I’ll be good for you baby”, Sam says, voice desperate and low, licking his lips in anticipation. “I promise.”

“Yeah sweetheart I know, I know you’ll be good for me”, Bucky says, pressing into the velvety wetness of Sam’s mouth, slowly feeding the man below him inch by inch until his mouth’s stuffed full. “Always so damn good for me.”

And with that, Sam’s closing the distance and wrapping his lips around as much of Bucky’s dick as he can, going and going until he feels the head hit the back of his throat, and even further after that. “Just like that baby”, Bucky groans, fucking harder and faster into Sam’s mouth, sliding the metal hand behind his neck, encouraging Sam to take him deeper, “let me hear you choke on it — fuck,  just like that.” Sam moans around the thick length, the vibration sending a shock through Bucky, his hips jerking sporadically, thrusting even deeper into the mouth beneath him.

Pulling away from the heaven that was Sam’s mouth, Bucky wastes no time rearranging himself up against the headboard, wrapping his metal arm around Sam’s waist to position him right over the tip of his cock. Without taking his eyes off of Sam’s face, Bucky pats around the bed until he finds the lube, pushing the bottle into Sam’s hands, wordlessly instructing him to slick them both up.

“You’re so desperate for it Sam, I wish you could see your face.” Sam can only nod - he’s been in this limbo for the past couple of hours, days maybe — all for this. For this moment of his hands splayed on Bucky’s chest, thighs quivering from hovering over Bucky’s lap, the press of the thick cockhead at his rim. Quickly adding more lube, Sam let’s gravity do the rest of the work, pulling him down down down until he’s seated fully in Bucky’s lap, crying out at the sudden fullness.

Even after being fingered within an inch of his life, it’s still a tight fit, Bucky feeling impossibly huge in this position.”Go ahead babe, ride this fucking dick. Fuck your self on it, sweetheart, make me come.”

Sam shivers at that, shifting so he’s leaning on his hands behind him, thighs splayed open as he rolls his hips up to the tip of Bucky’s dick, just to slam them back down, impaling himself over and over on the dick inside him.

“Keep going, fu — fuck, just like that!” Bucky’s starting to get close, braces his feet against the bed to fuck up into Sam, meeting him thrust for thrust, chasing his orgasm now. He’s not gonna last that much longer, not with the way Sam is fucking him with abandon, alternating between dropping himself down quickly and grinding into Bucky’s lap, ass clenching around his dick. Not with the way the pleasure dances on his face, the litany of ”oh’s” falling from his lips or when Sam locks eyes with him, chanting “come in me baby, fill me up with it. I wanna feel you dripping out of me.”

And that - that’s all it takes before Bucky grabs onto Sam’s hips, pulling him down into his lap as he thrusts up, spilling deeply inside the younger man.

“Fuck, Sam moans, clenching around Bucky, milking him for every drop, until Bucky’s slowly sliding out of him, whining about over sensitivity.

Bucky’s content to wallow in his post-orgasmic bliss, sated in a way only Sam ever makes him feel. But Sam’s right there,  mewling softly, dick still hard and flushed against his stomach.

“Oh fuck baby, you’re still being so good for me. Now it’s my turn, right babe? Want me to get you off now?”

“Please Buck, please — just make me come.”

And Bucky does just that; sliding three fingers deep into Sam’s ass at the same time he takes Sam’s dick down his throat.

“Ah - ah, shit baby”, Sam groans, as Bucky drives his fingers in and out of his hole, cum and lube easing the slide. His nerves are on fire, body somehow feeling light and heavy at the same time, the need to come the only thing on his mind, the only thing he can focus on. But he needs permission first.

“Buck, please,”, Sam whimpers, tears leaking out of the corner of his eyes at the demonstrative need to come, to let go. “I- I need to — ah”.

“‘S so swollen for me babe”, Bucky says, voice wrecked from how he’s fucking his throat with Sam’s dick. “C’mon, let go, come for me, baby.”

And that’s all it takes for Sam to come with a loud cry, his entire body tensing for what feels like years,  collapsing back into the mattress like he’s been deflated. He barely registers that Bucky’s crawled up next to him, placing kisses on his face and neck, coaxing him out of the dream-like state a great orgasm always puts him in.

“You still with me baby?”

Sam wants to laugh at that, at Bucky asking him the same question as before he fucked the daylights out of him, but it makes sense in a way. His everything begins and ends with Bucky, his life framed in the time before the man laying next to him and the time after.

And even in the haze of his mind-numbing orgasm, Sam answers him back, sure as day, “I’m right here sweetheart.”

[bucky-at-bedtime]

Buddy Pt. 3

Summary: Bucky tries to save a dog when it is involved in a car accident, only to discover his cute neighbour is a veterinarian. A series of meet-cutes occur and with the help of a certain dog, the two end up tangled together.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Vet!Reader

Warnings: None!

A/n: Chapter 3 - featuring ma boi Sam Wilson. Pls Reblog guys!

Let me know what you think!! if you wanna be tagged just send an ask x

Words: 1900

Part 2//Masterlist

The next day, Bucky arrived at the clinic at 9am, newly-acquired blue leash and soft leather collar in hand, his overgrown hair tied back into a bun, and a seemingly new denim jacket pulled over his shoulders.

You greeted him at the door, smiling warmly when he handed you another latte, already sipping on his own.

“You ready?” you asked him, already unlocking the door and reaching over to switch on the lights.

He nodded, trying to hold back the grin that wanted to stretch across his face. “Yeah, I’m ready.”

The two of you walked through the clinic, making a beeline towards the room where the dog had been sleeping. When you opened the door, he was already up, limping as quickly as he could towards you and Bucky, who crouched down, affectionately scratching the dog’s head.

“Hey, you ready to go home, bud?” He whispered, wrapping the collar around his neck.

“Let’s get you sorted with some paperwork and then you can take him back to your apartment,” you stated, filing through some drawers and pulling out the things you needed. “Have you thought about a name?”

He looked up at you, surprise flickered through his blue eyes. He shook his head, “I didn’t even realise I’d get to name him.”

“Well, we don’t know what his name would have been before,” you explained, filling out the information you already knew. “He’d probably be scared by that name anyway.”

“Right.” He was sitting on the ground now, the dog panting happily between his knees. Bucky looked down tracing his fingers gently across his back before his eyes flickered back up to you. “What about Buddy?” He asked. When the name escaped his lips, the dog twisted his head around, stretching up to lick Bucky’s jaw. A smile tugged at his lips.

��I think that’s a great idea,” you chuckled, “He seems to respond pretty well to it already.”

“You think that’s a good idea Bud?” He murmured into the dog’s furry neck, subsequently getting attacked by licks.

You filled out the name on the form; ‘Buddy Barnes’  and then stood up, allowing Bucky to be alone with his new friend as you went to photocopy the forms.

A few moments later you re-entered the room, laughing when you saw Bucky lying on his back, Buddy draped across his entire torso.

“You two are cute,” you chuckled, filing away a copy of the papers as Bucky maneuvered out from underneath the dog, brushing off his jeans.

“You think I’m cute?” He smirked.

“I think that dog makes you cute,” you sassed, despite the blush you could feel rising on your neck.

He chuckled, moving to stand beside you and gently nudging you with his elbow. “Guess I’ll have to keep him around then.”

You glanced up to find that smirk hadn’t left his lips and shook your head, unable to stop the grin from spreading across your cheeks. For a moment, you found it impossible to tear your eyes away from his, noticing how similar they were to Buddy’s. The pale blue, almost grey iris’ flashed with joy and the corners of his eyes crinkled as he smiled. With a shake of your head, you managed to look away, staring back down at the papers.

“Let’s go, my first patient is gonna be here in 20 minutes and you need to get this little guy home.” You stepped back from the bench, reaching for a cabinet and pulling out a few bottles of medication. “Just some stuff for the pain - put this in his food every morning and night, and this one is just once a day.”

Bucky took the medication from you, attaching the leash to Buddy’s new collar. You walked out to the car park with them, walking at Buddy’s pace.

“I’m probably gonna call you,” he stated, “I don’t know the first thing about taking care of a dog.”

“Well, good thing your neighbour is a vet,” you chuckled. “You can drop by anytime, Buck.”

He nodded, gently lifting Buddy in the passenger seat of his car which was covered in a mountain of blankets.

“Look, I wanted to say thank you–”

“James, you don’t have t–”

“No, I want to. I don’t know how I would've handled it if you weren’t here the other night - if he– if he’d died, I–” He cut himself off, letting out a quiet sigh and running a hand through his hair. “Just, thank you.”

“It’s not a problem,” you smiled, placing a hand on his shoulder. His own non-bionic hand lifted to cover yours and you felt a shiver run down your spine at the warmth. “It’s always nice to get to know your neighbours.” you chuckled.

A laugh rumbled through his chest and he stepped away, walking around to the other side of the car and greeting the animal inside with an affectionate pat.

“I’ll see you soon!” he said, before closing the door.

With that, he was off, pulling away from the clinic with a smile on his face as you watched the car drive away. It was only seconds later that a car door slammed behind you, and your head whipped around in confusion.

Emily was sauntering towards you, a cheeky smile on her face.

“How long have you been there?” you asked, shocked by her sudden appearance.

“About 10 minutes - I was planning on getting some reading done before my shift,” she lifted a textbook to show you, “but that exchange was far more interesting.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” you confirmed, turning on your heel and walking back towards the clinic.

“Oh, don’t play dumb - that little shoulder touch? His hand on yours? God, you both personified the heart-eyes emoji,” she sassed, following quickly after you.

“Ok, you have no idea what you’re talking about.” You tried to wipe the smile off your face, still facing away from her.

“Oh my god, you like him,” she mumbled.

“No, I don’t - I was just helping him out - he had an injured dog, I’m a vet.”

“You’re seriously not gonna admit it.”

“There’s nothing to admit!” You looked over at her standing behind the reception desk a smirk still plastered on her face as she held up her hands in surrender.

“Whatever you say,” she chuckled.

You sighed, storming back into one of the examination rooms to prepare for your first patient - a regular. The owner had 3 pugs - Basil, Lulu, and Reggie - and they were always getting into trouble. You knew as soon as they arrived because you could hear the cacophonous parade of paws on the tiled floor as they all bolted through the door, excitedly jumping up and down at your feet.

Needless to say, you managed to suppress the thoughts of your neighbour for the remainder of your shift.

A Week Passes

“Hey, Terminator, you coming or what?” Sam was standing in Bucky’s kitchen, pulling a box of leftover pizza from the fridge and helping himself to a slice.

“Yeah, just gotta feed Buddy,” Bucky murmured, strolling into the lounge room. “Did you see where he we–” Bucky stopped short when he caught sight of the open door, his eyes flickering over to Sam, filled with panic. “You left the door open.”

Am slowly turned to look at the open door, mouth open in mid-bite panic. “Shit,” he mumbled.

Bucky immediately burst into action, speeding towards the door and looking down the hall. “I swear to god, Wilson, I have had this dog for a week. I thought it was going well - he warmed up to me, stopped peeing inside, he’s taking his meds, moving better - and you show up, and suddenly I’ve misplaced him.” he ranted, speeding a few steps ahead of Sam, who was still holding a slice of pizza and had started calling out Buddy’s name. “What am I gonna tell y/n? She’s gonna hate me.”

“Dude, chill out, we’ll find your dog,” Sam groaned, looking behind him to the other end of the hall, only to bump straight into a frozen Bucky.

They had just rounded a corner, and Bucky saw something that made him come to an abrupt halt. Sam turned his attention to what Bucky was looking at and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Buddy, his paws resting on the legs of a crouched woman in medical scrubs.

“Y/n,” Bucky breathed, the name was filled with relief and surprise, and Sam immediately raised an eyebrow. He’d heard about you, the neighbour who saved Buddy and convinced Bucky to adopt him, but he hadn’t heard Bucky say your name like that. He watched his friend rush forward, falling onto his knees as his dog jumped excitedly from her to him.

“I see you’re doing a good job of keeping an eye on him,” she chuckled, scratching the dog’s back.

“That idiot left the door open,” Bucky grumbled, pointing back at Sam. “I left the room for one second an–”

“It’s okay, James,” she chuckled, standing up and brushing off her legs. “He was sitting outside my door, apparently wanted to see me. I’m Y/n, by the way.” she stuck a hand out for Sam to shake and he smiled, introducing himself.

“Cyborg over there has mentioned you once or twice,” he smiled, noticing how her eyes flickered down to her shoes, a blush rising on her neck. He felt Bucky’s elbow press into his side and shot him a cheeky wink.  “Thanks for convincing him to get Buddy, he’s been far less grumpy for the past week - but maybe that’s not the dog.” Sam slyly questioned, raising a cheeky eyebrow.

“AlrIGHt that’s enough, we’ll leave you alone, sorry about Buddy,” he rushed out, grabbing Sam’s shoulder and trying to pull him away from you.

You chuckled lightly at this, shaking off Sam’s remark.

Sam didn’t seem to be having any of it though - he wrestled his way out of Bucky’s grip and turned back to you. “You look like you’ve just finished a shift, you should come out with us! We were gonna go to the Mexican place around the corner - we can eat outside, we’ll bring Buddy, it’ll be great.”

“Yeah, I just got off work, but I couldn’t intrude–”

“No! You wouldn’t be intruding, come on, it’ll be fun.” Sam tried to convince. “Music, food, a few drinks.”

Sam watched as your eyes travelled over to Bucky, a silent question in them. Generally, you wouldn��t just randomly go out for dinner with a group of people you hardly know, let alone superheroes, but you were so hungry, and the thought of having to cook when you got inside made you want to die. Finally, you turned back to Sam, “Just let me get changed.”

Sam cheered in support as hse unlocked her door and disappeared inside, only to be greeted with a punch to the shoulder when the door closed behind her.

“What the hell was that, punk?” Bucky asked, staring anxiously at the door.

“Ok, I just did you a favour - you should see the way she was looking at you, not to mention the way you were looking at her - It’s like a goddamn middle-school disco up in here.”

“I’m going to kill you. Go get Buddy’s leash.”

“You aren’t denying it!” Sam whisper-yelled, turning back towards Bucky’s apartment. “You’re in love!”

If Bucky had something to throw at the back of Sam’s retreating head, he would have.

Part Four

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Asgardian Valentine // Thor x Reader

Pairing: Thor x Reader (POC), Slight Winter/Widow and Scarlett/Vision, Bonus Steve, Tony, Bruce, Pietro and Sam. Word Count: 2.2k+ Warning: Super cute Valentines fluff, pls enjoy this holiday fluff. Summary: Despite not being one to celebrate the holiday, Reader is a big help to the others. Vision still can’t cook by himself. Pietro is precious. Feelings are hard. Thor is a sweet giant dork, pass it on.  

A/N: Okay I was really inspired to write this because I don’t see a lot of Thor fics (that aren’t Loki centered) and the LOML needs more love ya know? Also look a that gif. Look at him. I love him send help. 

Inspiration: “Roses” ~ Shawn Mendes “You can tell me to stop if you already know Though I’m not sure my heart can take it But the look on your face says don’t let me go … And I have to be honest with you baby Tell me if I’m wrong and this is crazy But I got you this rose and I need to know Will you let it die or let it go?”

You’d completely forgotten about Valentine’s Day. Hell, someone in your line of work never had much time for the smaller holidays anyway. The heightened antics around the Compound clued you in; romance was in the air.

Eating breakfast in the Team kitchen was always eventful. Today was no exception. Despite the fact that you weren’t an official Avenger, the Team still considered you a member of the family, however reclusive you may be. Fixing yourself a small bowl of cereal for breakfast you settled in at the island. Vision was frantically trying his hardest not to burn the surprise waffles he was making for Wanda. He was veritably perfect in nearly every way, but cooking was the only thing that escaped him.

“I followed the recipe exactly, I don’t understand why they keep burning,” he mumbled mostly to himself. You couldn’t help but giggle; his dedication was certainly impressive. Finishing your breakfast, you decided to help him out.

“Would you like some help, Vis?” Despite your best efforts, you couldn’t keep the smile out of your voice.

“Yes, if you please. You’re very kind to offer.”

“The secret is to veer off recipe. Every waffle maker is different.” He smiled warmly at you.

Under your tutelage, Vision managed to make a very delicious breakfast tray for Wanda. He thanked you profusely when you offered to take care of the cleanup while he surprised the still sleeping witch. Smiling to yourself, you set to work on cleaning the kitchen.

————–

You were nearly done with kitchen clean up when Bucky wandered in the kitchen with a bouquet of roses looking frazzled. You were half tempted to chuckle but something stopped you. He paced frantically, mumbling quietly to himself. Rose petals began falling to the floor.

“Something wrong, Barnes?” you asked. He didn’t respond immediately. He seemed to stare completely through you. Sometimes those clear blue eyes of his were unnerving.

“I just…need everything to be perfect, you know? Natasha, she’s—I mean, she’s everything and I just need everything to be perfect.”

A wave of understanding coursed through you. He and Natasha had been a couple only a few months but the way they were together seemed as though they’d been that way all their lives. Setting aside the last of the dishes and drying your hands, you moved to stand in front of Bucky. Gripping his worried face in your hands, you forced him to stop pacing and look at you.

“Barnes, I’m sure whatever you have in mind will be absolutely flawless. She’s going to love it just because you took the time and effort to plan it out. Trust me, it’ll be fantastic,” you said. He visibly relaxed under your assurances. Suddenly his lady-killer smile lit up his entire face; with a wink he thanked you. You watched him saunter off to impress the love of his life. With a small smile on your face, you couldn’t help but feeling a little envious; you missed Thor.

—————-

Unbeknownst to you, Thor had enlisted the help of Steve, Tony and Bruce to plan your Valentine’s surprise. The boys were working as quickly as they could to cover your room in the thousands of Asgardian flowers Thor brought back from his secret trip. It was his first Valentine’s with a Midgardian and he wanted it to be the best one he could create. Tony and Steve spent the last two weeks teaching Thor different romantic techniques they thought would help him impress you. Bruce stood off to the side laughing at their collective ridiculousness. Romance had never been his forte.

“[Y/N] is approaching the room, sir,” alerted FRIDAY. Thor froze in panic. They weren’t ready yet!

“Quick, Steve, go distract her!” Tony half whispered.

“Me? Why me? Why not you? Everyone knows you’re the king of distractions,” Steve sassed back.

“That’s not—that’s a very good point actually. Thor needs me and Bruce here to set up the projection system, so it has to be you.” Bruce was busy setting up the laptop to stream Thor’s surprise to the silk screen Tony was currently installing in your ceiling. Steve sighed in resignation. He left your room only to collide with you in the hallway.

“Oh shit, are you okay, Cap?” you asked rubbing your nose.

“I’m alright, [Y/N]. Seems like I should be asking you that question,” he laughed. You shot him half a smile; the pain in your nose faded quickly. Wait…what was Steve doing in your room?

“…Isn’t that….my room?”

“Uh yeah, Tony needed my help with some of the upgrades he’s doing,” he half lied. Lucky for him, he was believable.

“Oh…okay.”

“Have you had lunch yet?”

“It’s only 11 am, Steve.”

“All I’m hearing is ‘feed me, Steve’.”

“Hahaha, okay. What did you have in mind?” He led you away from your room and back to the kitchen. Even though Steve was doing his best to distract you, the feeling he was hiding something was unshakable. What was going on??

When the sound of voices faded away completely, Bruce gave the all clear sign. A uniform sigh of relief echoed through the room. Tony finished installing the screen and was showing Thor how to work the remote to raise and lower it. Bruce put the final touches on the laptop projection set up. The flowers were beautifully arranged around your room. An assortment of chocolate kisses and jolly ranchers were scattered across your bed. A stack of your favourite movies and a large bowl of popcorn were set up on your nightstand. Everything was perfect.

“You sure you got it, ThunderBoy? I’m happy to give you another tutorial,” Tony teased.

“I’m from another world, Tony. I’m not an idiot.” Between Thor’s annoyed stare and Tony’s shocked face, Bruce couldn’t help but laugh out loud.  

“I keep telling him that, but his ego prevents him from believing people can be smarter than him,” laughed Bruce.

“Okay, okay. That’s enough making fun of Tony. I get it, I’m an ass sometimes. You want me to go get her?”

Thor nodded graciously, “Please.”

——-

Who knew Steve Rogers was such a crack up? Your lunch was long forgotten since you, Sam and Pietro were doubled over with laughter.

“Did you really tell him ‘I can do this all day?’” Your sides and cheeks ached; Steve was doing a damn good job of cheering you up.

“What can I say,” Steve replied, “I’ve never been one to back down from a bully.”

At this point Pietro had fallen to the floor laughing uncontrollably. You weren’t sure what was funnier: Pietro making a complete fool of himself, Sam laughing like an idiot at him or Steve’s beet red face as he was telling embarrassing stories from his pre-serum days. Tony strode into the room, clapping his hands for attention; even in his pjs he had to make an entrance. Bruce trailed in less ostentatiously behind him. You rolled your eyes at his antics.

“What’s up, Stark?”

“A certain Asgardian deity as requested the presence of [Y/N] in her chambers,” he said with a sly smirk. Your face lit up like a Christmas tree. Thor was back!

“If you lovely gentlemen would excuse me,” you stated. They grinned mischievously at you. Something was definitely up.

Thor paced your room nervously awaiting your arrival. He’d never been lucky enough to plan something so extravagant or romantic for someone. Even though the two of you were just friends, he hoped you would be open to something a little more. He hoped you’d love it. He hoped you’d love him. Your heart raced in anticipation; your friendship with your favourite Avenger was arguably the best thing about living on the Compound. If you were more honest with yourself, you’d admit friendship wasn’t the only reason you loved spending time with him. Nothing could have prepared you for what awaited you in your room.

Thor heard the door open and glanced up anxiously. You were utterly frozen in the doorway. Your spy training made your face nearly impossible to read; Thor’s enhanced hearing picked up the pounding of your heart. He hoped that was a good thing.

“Holy…” you breathed. The sight of nearly two thousand Asgardian lilies covering the entirety of your room stole your breath away. It only seemed to get better from there. A trail of petals formed a path from the door to the bed. Two kinds of your favourite candy decorated the mattress. Your eyes finally settled on a nervous Asgardian in the middle of the room. You gasped softly. Standing before you, dressed in a red v neck and faded jeans was the man who had somehow managed to build a home in your heart. He looked beautiful.

“Do you like it?” he whispered.

Words were lost to you. Your mind was blank with shock. Reacting on nothing but pure instinct, you launched yourself into Thor’s arms. A gentle ‘oof’ escaped his mouth when he caught you; he laughed and picked you up easily. Burying your face into his neck, you wrapped your legs around his waist. You could feel his heart pumping in rhythm with yours. Home.

Thor wasn’t sure what kind of reaction he’d get from you when you finally saw your surprise. This was everything. Holding you in his arms, your heartbeat in total sync with his was nothing short of perfection. If this is the kind of reaction he’d get then Valentine’s Day was definitely a Midgardian holiday he’d have to celebrate more often.

“I missed you so much, Thor,” you murmured into his neck.

“I missed you too, Princess,” he said into your hair. He shifted underneath you and you became painfully aware that you were indeed wrapped around his waist like a child. Way to go, [Y/N]. That’s not obvious at all. Quickly dislodging yourself from your friend, you stepped back and grinned sheepishly.

“Sorry,” you mumbled. His deep laughter echoed through the room. Hooking his finger under your chin, he lifted your embarrassed face to meet his gaze. You were thankful your dark skin prevented you from visibly blushing. A warm smile and eyes you could absolutely get lost in greeted you kindly.

“Please don’t be embarrassed. I don’t mind.” He pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head. Oh no, you were already addicted to the feeling of his lips on your skin. Oh no.

Clearing your throat, you gestured around the room. “Did you really do all this for me?”

“Yes. I did however, have some help. I was told grand gestures of romance were the best way to tell someone how you feel about them.” He watched your perfectly groomed eyebrows furrow in confusion. Did he just say…?

“How you feel…?” You couldn’t bring yourself to cross that bridge just yet.  Feeling slightly lightheaded, you decided sitting down was the safest option to receive his news. Thor sat next to you, taking your hands in his. His oceanic blue eyes were hopeful; you could stare at them until the end of time. He opened his mouth to speak but the words escaped him. For once he wished he had Loki’s gift of word craft or Baldr’s gift for poetry. He saw your face fall. Surely you couldn’t think he didn’t love you? Since words failed him, he decided to do what he’s always done best: take action.

To say you were stunned when Thor kissed you was the understatement of the century. His massive hands dwarfed your face as he softly pressed his lips to yours. An astonished squeak escaped your throat. He pulled away quickly, searching your face for any kind of rejection.

“[Y/N]?”

In moments like these, you were horrendously notorious for putting your foot in your mouth. So, you did the only thing you could think of; you kissed him back. Thor’s eyes widened briefly in surprise before shutting in relief; you wanted him too. Kissing Thor was definitely better the second time around. His lips were impossibly soft against yours. Your fingers found their way into his hair and he nipped your bottom lip in response. Happy Valentine’s Day to you. Much to your disappointment, Thor pulled away again.

“As much as I would greatly enjoy a continuance, there is more to your surprise,” he said breathlessly. Cocking your head to the side, you looked at him in confusion. What more could he have? He pulled a small silver remote from his pocket and pressed a few buttons. The windows were suddenly darkened with black out shades and an illuminated silver screen lowered itself from your ceiling. He pressed more buttons; the faint whirring of a projector echoed softly.   The opening credits of a favourite movie of yours glowed brightly on the screen. Tony had outdone himself!  Clearing away some of the candy, you and Thor got comfortable on your bed. He tucked you into his side and handed you the bowl of popcorn. He really planned it all.

“Is there anything else that’s supposed to appear from the ceiling or did we cover everything?” you asked with a cheesy grin on your face. His responding laughter shook the mattress, dislodging some of the candy.

“That is indeed everything,” he grinned. Satisfied there weren’t any more hidden surprises, you pulled him in for another kiss.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Thor.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Princess.”

END

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