#sebastion stan x reader

[bi-ss]

~ Ties that bind ~

Bucky x reader- arranged marriage.

Warnings - non, I don't think..

(This is a little bit of part 1, so I made write more I may not, we'll see. I'm also going to give the reader and her parents a positive relationship. idk I think it suits the best

You always knew you were to be married off. Your mother was always transparent with you about that. She always told you that you may not like the man or woman, but love was always hard to find anyway. So one day, when you were 16, you typed up an agreement and gave it to your father about if you were married off, what you wanted, you do have your mother's stubbornness after all.

*knock knock*

"Come in," hearing your father grumble, you push the dark wooden doors which you are a lot heavier than your dad and his men made it seem. You stand in the doorway for a second before your dad gets up from behind his desk. He slowly walked round, motioning for you to come in and close the door. He pulled a comfy seat out a bit before sitting on his desk. You sat out looking up at him, handing him the typed papers in your hands. He looked at the title and gave it back to you.

"Read it to me, Ladybug." You smiled at the nickname he used and has used since you were a baby. "I see your mother as prepared you for this, and I see you listened for once," he joked, knowing you never liked working or school for that matter.

"I don't want to be a housewife, can't think of anything worse," you scoffed at your remark while your dad just laughed, still smiling down at you. "But I would prefer if you read it then get back to me as I told mother I'd help her cook.. it's burrito night!" He slowly nodded at you. Reading aloud wasn't something you liked doing. Taking the papers stapled together, you got up and started walking towards the doors, dreading the embarrassment of trying to open them again, but you didn't have to. Your dad was right behind you, holding it for you like you didn't just use all the strength to pry it just a little.

That's how you life's always been, your mother, a housewife. Your mother was the most beautiful and mature woman to probably ever exist, her long vibrant curly ginger hair, her pale soft skin loaded with freckle, her forest green eyes complemented everything about her even those rosy cheeks and lips. She adored your father as much or even more as he adored her. They do say opposites attract, fitting for your parents as your father, the breadwinner. Your father was a handsome and smart man, with dark chocolate hair which your mother loved putting into pigtails, his skin is covered with tattoos front to back, up and down, his toned and tan skin barely visible, his one good eye a smokie light grey colour, is other eye was sew shut while being littered with scars. Your dad has become more careful and gentle when your mother is pregnant. It wasn't hard to see that his men liked this change to, according to your mother. An example is when the twins joined, Wanda and Pietro maximoff joined, and they were put through uni with help from the family in case they wanted an out, making sure they had a choice. They stayed by the family's side.

Now, 6 years later, you're sitting in your fathers office it hasn't changed a bit, you can't say the same about them, he was sitting on the worn-out leather chair with your mother behind him, their hair turning grey and with smile line proudly on display. You sitting at the side of the desk, not next to your dad and not next to Mrs and Mr Barnes, with their irritated son, James Barnes. The meeting was already off to a bad start when his girlfriend Sharon demanding to attend, but met with your dad saying he didn't have business with her and if that's know they did things, he'll call it off. You listened in on the conversation when your dad wasn't there, and to sum it up, Mr Barnes threatened, saying he'll disown his son and give it all to Rebecca. She's now at the bottom of the stairs being watched secretly by maids, workers, and guards. The elderly guest were very shocked at the fact they didn't even know you were there when they were giving the to toddler a reality check, which made both your parents proud and all 4 laugh about it. Before the definition of cantankerous, egocentric, and many more adjectives, you couldn't ever walk in.

. . . . .To be continued. . . .

[goldengirlls]

can I request some fluffy/filthy smut with Bucky? maybe brother’s best friend?

-🧿

summary — stolen kisses

pairing — brothers best friend!bucky barnes x fem!reader

warnings— unprotected sex, daddy kink, dirty talk, maybe a little cum play

author’s note — hope i did justice also been dying for this pairing i also dont think this classifies as fluffy sex but i tried

“God you taste sweet, sugar.” Bucky groans against your lips, hands piercing your neck, body flush against the wall and him flush against you.

“Bucky-“ kiss, “someones gonna no -“ kiss, “-tice were missing.” Smiling into the kiss and failing to stand your ground.

One last kiss with purpose and passion before Bucky pulls away, hands beside your head and leaning forward— mere inches from your puffy and dazed look.

“Baby, s’too many people in this damn house for anyone to notice.” Midnight eyes twinkling with mischief and the hopeful promise of his word. “Everyone’s either drank their body weight or too far up their own asses.”

The party outside could be heard from outside the fourth bedroom on the ride side of the second floor of the lavish estate. The midnight star covered night ringing through your ears with mumbled voices and music carrying through the autumn breeze where you and Bucky stood face to face. Everything outside being forgotten each time you kiss the man you never thought you’d fall for. But, here you were, a year later and many discussions with your brother explaining your love for one another.

“But, if you’re uncomfortable we can go back down and just talk. Your pace. Always.” All playfulness out the window.

Daring and doe eyed, “Will you do that thing? Y’know the thing that I really love?”

Hands coming down to cup your rosey cheeks and a cheeky crescent forming on his face, “I’ll do everything and more ya want.”

“All ya ever gotta do is ask me.”

Desperate hands and yearning lips lead you straight to the empty room, underneath the six foot something blue eyed blue who desperately desired you in and out of the bedroom. The promise of love and happiness in the air fueling you two.

“Prettiest girl in the room, s’lucky.” The burning sensation of his lips from yours to your cheeks and collarbones, trying to make its way down, when your hands come up to grab him.

“Need you to fuck me, baby. Put your cock in me, now, please.”

And in that moment Bucky swears he’s never been quicker to do anything in his life. Fumbling hands work his cock— spreading his pre cum and lining himself up at your weeping hole, “Ready, baby?”

Your heels digging into his ass to push him into you, “You were taking too long.” Cheeky smile and all as your lips press against his and the sounds of hips snapping against yours make you moan into his mouth.

“Just needed daddy’s cock s’all.” Moaning into his mouth before he can speak and bringing his head up to admire the look of him making you feel this good.

“Fuckin’ christ, gonna make me cum before I can throw your leg over my shoulder.” Bucky grunts out with blown pupils and red lips.

“Greedy girl for daddy’s cock.” Sloppy hips slamming into you, bulbous tip hitting your g’spot watching your eyes roll back and the small but desiring hair brushing against your clit adding much needed friction to your clit.

Sweat lining your forehead as your hair stuck to it and moan after moan left those lips he craved to taste all the time.

“All for ya, daddy.” Wrapping your legs around him for more. The sounds of his hips and balls hitting bringing you orgasm closer. “Gonna cum.”

Bucky’s fingers applying pressure with thumb tracing circles on your swollen clit adding friction.

“Cum for me baby, coat daddy’s cock.” Bucky lips connect with yours, demanding his tongue in your mouth and sucking on you tongue.

Your legs tightening and flailing as your cream soaks his cock and him following in suit; coating the silky soft walls with his seed.

the best girlies !! @r0und3bitch @mackenzielovee @glitterandsparklessss @cutesouls @onmykneesforrafe

[viviennes-tears]

Little Tease (Tom Hiddleston, Tom Holland, Sebastian Stan & X reader One shot)

18+ blog: It is YOUR responsibility, as a reader, to think about the content that you consume at your own discretion.  ~

A/N: Hello all you wonderful people! 

It's been forever since I last updated and I apologise profusely for my absence. I won't ramble on here about it, as there's a full explanation on my profile about my lack of updates, and an announcement too for you to check out. However I am hoping the following updates have been worth the extended wait.

Also thank you to Florence_Nightwing for sending me another prompt from back in October and for waiting extremely patiently for me to write this. I will say I got into a flow which then took a turn and I hope it worked out well. It was certainly fun to write and a great way to come back 😊 x

(This is now the last of the October 2023 prompts and prompts are still currently closed.)

Prompt requested by Florence_Nightwing on AO3: If your not too inundated, can you please do another like this? Tom and Sebastian go to the costume trailer to see Tom Holland in just his Spiderman thong for the female costume assistant he fancies. They decide to be annoying big brothers and tease him in front of her even going as far as to give him a wedge and ask her how she likes his butt cheeks, and they play with them. Something goofy like that, please.

Summary: You are working on a Marvel set as an assistant in the costume department. You've worked on all the solo Tom Holland (your crush) SpiderMan movies previously working on this movie set. You've always enjoyed the working environment and those who you've worked with, however this one particular day onset was one you weren't expecting, which ended up involving Tom, Tom Hiddleston and Sebastian Stan. Along the way you gain a new self-discovery. 

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"I'm sorry I keep causing you extra work all the time." Tom says, while rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

"Nonsense, Tom, you know it's my job to do repairs and assist on costume designs." You assured him, as you prepare to fix his Spidey suit for the thousandth time whilst working on this movie alone. 

Actually you've been lucky enough to be a costume assistant on all the solo SpiderMan movies since Tom took on the role, however this is the first time you've worked on any of the other Marvel projects, because usually when they asked for you to come back you had to decline, due to other work obligations. Although you made sure for all the solo SpiderMan movies that you were available to work, partly because you enjoyed those who you worked with, and partly because of your crush on Tom. Not that he knows you have feelings for him, nor have you noticed he has a crush on you too, despite it being so obvious to everyone else.

Once you had set everything ready you helped unzip him out of his suit, before he carefully pulled the suit down and off in order to not cause any further damage, albeit neither of you are aware of being watched during this short interaction. At least not until...

"Well, well, well Thomas...have we been careless again?" Sebastian says playfully, as he himself and Hiddleston emerge from their hiding spot from around the corner, each of them carrying their own costumes in their arms. Holland instantly sighs and rolls his eyes at the older men as they approach while you try to hide your amusement.

"Come now, Seb, don't embarrass the boy in front of the lovely lady." Hiddleston says flirtatiously, taking your hand and kissing it, purposely to annoy Holland and make you blush as you often did whenever he put on the charm.

"Aren't you two done for the day?" Tom asks slightly frustratedly, as Hiddleston winks at you and lets your hand go.

"We are indeed." Hiddleston replies, taking Sebastian's costume from him and hanging both of their costumes onto the correct standing rack.

"But there's no rush to be anywhere...besides we've not had much chance to catch up yet." Sebastian adds with a sly smile on his lips as he eyes Holland up and down. Clearly he is calculating his next move, making Holland a bit nervous, as for yourself you've somewhat recovered from Tom's charming act a moment ago.

Hiddleston suddenly appears behind Holland without him noticing until he feels the older man's big hands on his shoulders, causing him to flitch slightly, and then breath out when he turns his head to see who it was. "Relax, Tom." Hiddleston chuckles before he begins massaging his bare shoulders.

"Yeah, just us here..." Sebastian adds, his eyes darkening with mischief intent and Tom assumed Hiddleston looked the same way, they usually do when the teasing is going to take a turn that he can never quite predict what will come of it.

You cleared your throat shortly after Sebastian said that and then you began to assess the full extent of the damage to Tom's Spidey suit over by your workbench. Holland gulped as he felt Hiddleston’s hands gently trail down his back, before the slight squeeze on his hips. The way Tom squirmed distracted you and made you look between the men confused by the silent looks between each of them.

"What?" You asked with furrowed eyebrows, abandoning the Spidey suit on your workbench.

"What do you think of Thomas here?" Sebastian asks out of the blue, stunning you from the unexpected question. Sebastian's smirk reappears as he pulls Tom closer to him, making him face you while he drapes his arm around Tom's neck, and his hand resting on his bare chest. Tom stands there awkwardly, and he knows if he tries to move away it would be a futile attempt, meaning Sebastian will make it worse for him if he tries.

"Well...I-I think he's a great guy. Never difficult to work with nor does he cause any drama like some people can on sets." You replied, choosing these words as a safe way to answer the question. "Want more than that, love." Hiddleston says in a low seductive voice close to you, his scent invading your senses too. He did it on purpose again, getting you to blush and for Holland to feel annoyed he's flirting with you once more.

"You can't say you're not attracted to him right now...I mean look at this face." Sebastian teases as he pinches Holland's cheeks together with his free hand, the other still resting on his bare chest, his actions causing Tom to get a little flustered now he's worked out their intentions. Even if he hasn't worked out how far they will go.

You struggle to find words to divert from divulging your true feelings for Tom, but the blush on your cheeks was evident enough for them anyway, not that either Sebastian or Hiddleston would mention they've known for a long time already. Despite your inability to defend yourself it didn't falter the older men from teasing the pair of you further.

"He's quite the catch, no?" Hiddleston asks, his fingers brushing against your exposed arms due to the short sleeves you have on today, the feather-like touch forming goosebumps on your arms. 

"What's not to like? He's young, good looking and sweet as you girls like to say." Sebastian continued, letting go of Holland's cheeks, but the hand which had been resting on his chest no longer stayed still. Instead his fingers started to circulate around Tom's left nipple slowly and gently. The sensation caused Tom's nipple to react and form a tweak-able point, much to his annoyance Sebastian took advantage, rolling the peak of his nipple between his fingers. Your eyes widened slightly, this wasn't at all where you imagined this conversation to go at all, of course your reaction amused the older men to no end.

"What more could you ask for, darling?" Hiddleston adds, as he moves over to the guys, his fingers gone yet left a tingling sensation in their wake.

"Alright, alright guys, I think Y/N is getting uncomfortable now." Tom says with nervous laughter and pleading eyes. It's clear he's trying to hide something from you, you just can't work out what, at least not yet.

Sebastian mockingly ponders for a few seconds before saying, "no, I think we're getting somewhere with this. Right, Tommy?"

"Right." Hiddleston agrees, wrapping his arm around Holland's waist, Sebastian's still around his neck. "We're only helping out the little guy." Hiddleston adds playfully, both he and Sebastian chuckle simultaneously. Holland sighs exasperatedly, you're speechless, this being the strangest interaction you've had with any of them.

"Come on, Thomas, lighten up." Sebastian says, his hand trailing down Tom's back down to his ass, squeezing his bare ass cheek firmly. Holland's eyes widened in surprise as he jumped a little at the same time. "Do you like his ass, Doll?" Sebastian asks, a darker look appearing in his eyes as he stares at Holland.

"I-I er..." You stuttered, your cheeks flushing again at another risque question, Tom's cheeks just as red too.

"I think you just need a memory refresher." Sebastian says, his fingers wrapping around the thin waistband of Tom's thong, then tugging at them swiftly and yanking them upwards. Tom lets out a little unexpected yelp as his balls were being strung up. His lips then press into a firm thin line as Sebastian man handles him with his free hand, Hiddleston's arm falling from his waist, his butt then on full display to you now he's been made to turn around. "Mhm...peachy." Sebastian adds, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. 

A few seconds later Sebastian man handles Tom again, he stumbles as Sebastian forces him to walk over to the workbench, he frees up some space, shoving things aside including the Spidey suit to one side too. Followed by Sebastian standing to the side while pressing Tom forwards against the workbench, forcing him face down, his hand pressing down on his back with his fingers splayed out to keep him in place. Hiddleston starts smirking in his signature Loki way, his eyes darkening now too to match Sebastian's own, he also continues to crotch down on the other side of Holland, spanking his ass hard and Holland yelps again. Your jaw drops instantly, realising they must have a much closer relationship than anyone knew about, plus the more you witness their behaviour the more you realised you're now somehow involved too.

"He likes a good spanking." Hiddleston seemed to have a look about him that made you realise he really wasn't joking, despite his tone sounded like he was. The next thing you knew was Hiddleston grabbing hold of your wrist, gently pulling you closer, as Holland peered over his shoulder shyly with brightly flushed cheeks. "Give it a try, love." Hiddleston encourages, his thumb gently rubbing over your skin and you feel another tingling sensation from his touch.

The older men see you're hesitant, you have every right to be though, after all you've never spanked anyone before. Sebastian and Hiddleston give each other an exchange of looks in agreement, leading to Hiddleston easing your hand towards Holland's butt, before getting you to cup his bare ass cheek in your palm. You all hear the loud gulp from Holland and you feel his ass clenching beneath your touch. Followed by you taking a shaky breath out of nervousness, albeit your fingers soon twitch, feeling the warmth of Holland's ass in your hand and Hiddleston's fingers lightly caressing the back of your hand. This lasts for a long moment before Hiddleston leads your hand away and back again, a light tap on Holland's ass on re-entry, he's easing you into the idea of spanking. All the while Sebastian watched Hiddleston teach you how to spank someone the right way to bring pleasure. Of course he was delighted by the sight and absentmindedly caressed Holland's body.

Every touch and sensation was affecting Tom, his breathing becoming more shaky and low, his cheeks still bright red, while his fists kept clenching and unclenching. Although the long awaited anticipation eventually arrived, after the small little practice goes your hand thwacked against his ass hard, a low moan escaping Tom's lips upon impact while you felt the way his flesh had a slight heat to it already.

Hiddleston rose up to his full height shortly thereafter, leaning in closer towards you, his scent assaulting your senses again due to the closeness. "Again, darling." Hiddleston whispered lowly, his lips brushed against the shell of your ear, causing your lips to part slightly to allow a tiny puff of air to escape. A smirk appeared on his lips like before as his fingers wrapped around your wrist once more. "Again." He repeats.

You look toward Sebastian who nods approvingly and bites his lower lip. By this point however it's like these men have gotten under your skin like you never imagined they could, yet somehow they had accomplished to do so. On the other hand it was all rather arousing too, once you had become acquainted with the situation you found yourself in, a situation which would be engraved into your memory for sure.

As you prepared to give Tom another good smack he peered over his shoulder at you again. His eyes seem to be staring into your soul, not like he's begging for you to stop, in fact you see the opposite and you know he wants more. There have been many times where you pictured Tom during the throes of pleasure, however never in your wildest dreams had you pictured him like being dominated. That look did give you reassurance about doing this and you went for it this time. This time you spanked Tom's butt repeatedly in a rapid quick session, the older men not able to take their eyes off the scene before them, while Tom moaned and yelped in pleasure. 

"Enough." Sebastian suddenly cuts you off mid action after a few consecutive slaps. You do as you're told and watch Sebastian help Tom to stand up properly again. His hand massaging Tom's butt, earning a low grunt from Tom, both older men chuckled.

"Not bad, love." Hiddleston praises and places a kiss upon your reddened cheek. Getting their approval actually felt nice, but you also had a feeling you've definitely delved into something with the three of them now. 

In the end you found it wasn't as far-fetched as it may have first sounded, because within the next hour an hour you found yourself in Hiddleston's trailer with the three of them, naked. Your seemingly normal day working on set turned into an afternoon delight partaking in a foursome. A foursome with even more kinky antics and you being fucked in every hole at the same time. Your body got used and over simulated in the most pleasurable way by the end. Along the way discovering a new side of yourself, a side of yourself you wanted to continue to explore, the exploration you knew would only ever be satisfied with these three beautiful men.

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[vi-trying-to-survive]

Mission Melancholy

Bucky Barnes x f! Reader

Warnings: There’s some stabbing and hospital angst, but ends with lots of fluff :) 💖

Summary: (Y/N) gets hurt during a mission and wakes up to find Bucky waiting for her.

A/N: I hope you guys like this one !! 💖💖 Please let me know if you did or if you have any ideas on how I can improve my writing :) K hope you guys have a great day 💖💖💖

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Ducking under the fist that flew through the air, (Y/N) blew a strand of hair that had come loose out of her face, bringing her head back up to kick the heavily-dressed man back, making him stagger backwards a few steps. Groaning, she glared furiously at her feet, flinging the glittering stilettos off them. Hearing a chuckle, she rolled her eyes at the man on her left, "Babe, don't even, you have no idea what those are like". A few painful thumps followed before he responded, clearly amused, "Whatever you say Doll".

Focusing her full attention back to the men in front of her, she yanked the weighted gun out from her hidden holster, confidently making shots, eardrums used to the familiar ringing. Spotting the leader escape through the glass doors into the pitch-black, her gaze flickered to Bucky, "Go".

He began to protest, torn between her and the target, "But I-".

"Bucky, shut up and go", she responded turning to face him, aiming and landing two bullets in the man behind him, giving him a pointed look, "I can handle myself".

Frowning, he groaned defeatedly, taking off in the same direction, leaving her to the henchmen.

Sighing, she shook her head, eying the men surrounding her, before running and throwing herself onto one of them, pointing and shooting with the other, causing two of them to go limp and fall to the ground, as he collapsed to the ground, the impact of his skull against the hard tile, creating an unpleasant thump. Pushing herself of the ground, she peered at the last one, squeezing the trigger as she lined up the shot, frowning profusely when she was met with blank clicking noises, "Oh come on". The man seeing her sudden weakness, lunged forward, sinking a sharp-edged blade deep into her stomach. Her eyes flickering to the worn handle that stuck out from her body, she scowled at him, "Rude", yanking it out, a blooming heat spreading from the wound, ramming herself toward him, knocking him to the ground. Flipping herself back up, she twisted her fingers around the first thing she saw, a broken chair leg, swinging it into his face.

Panting, she lowered herself to the ground, leaning on the pristine, cream-colored walls, pressing her palm against the gash, cursing when it stained her skin a deep crimson. Clutching the bloodied knife in her hands, she jaggedly cut the skirt of her dress, holding the silky, navy material against the blooming spot on her lower torso, a burning sting spreading through her body. Her eyes fluttered dangerously, the room beginning to blur and spin as her head lolled side to side, her mind cloudy and disobedient though she knew she should stay awake. "Just a second", she spoke in unusually hushed tones, shutting her eyes, the world around her going dark.

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Tugging the seat closer to the bed, he couldn't help but slip his hand in hers, swiping his palm across his forehead in frustration and guilt, the sound of the dim, monotonous monitors beeping in the background mixed with voices of doctors and patients outside the room. They had told him that he could go back, wash up and return in the morning, but he couldn't bear to leave her, not like this, the thought of their shared apartment without her constant, endless giggles was like his own personal hell. The bed too big, too cold without her soft frame snuggled up to his, placing tender kisses against his skin.

The guilt he felt for leaving her poured over him, spilling out, the image of her lying on the patterned tile of the room still too raw in his mind. Crimson handprints marked all around the space around her, a lump of soaked cloth fallen to her side, her body limp on the ground, a dark, blooming stain on her torso, making his heart sink to the bottom of his chest. He scrambled towards her, lightly tapping her face, cursing under his breath at the lack of response, only hope the faint, airy breaths that still escaped her parted lips, as he scooped her into his arms.

He continued to watch her, unable to tear his eyes from her, raising a hand to tuck a strand of her hair behind her head, frowning at the small pieces that were still stiff and matted with blood. Digging around in the chipped, aged bedside table, he pulled a worn-out cloth, dampening it with his bottled water, lightly patting at the knotted, splotched strands, causing the fabric to turn a dreary red-brown color. He ran the wet strand of hair, curling due to the moisture, through his fingers, biting down hard on his lips, trying and failing to control the hot, salty tears that fell down his face, dripping and blotching the bed sheets. Distraughtly wiping his palms across his red-rimmed eyes, he laced his fingers with hers, pulling up her hand to his lips to place a kiss against it, pleading, "Please wake up".

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She squinted her eyes, coming to focus on a bright white light in the center of the ceiling, raising a hand to block it out, wrinkling her nose at the clean, sterile smell that surrounded her. A dull ache in her lower stomach made her reach for it, grimacing as she pushed herself up with her elbows, eyes going wide as she felt the rough, textured mesh of gauze, thickly wrapped around her, the memories washing back over her. She smacked her palm against her forehead, how does one forget they got stabbed ?

Blinking rapidly, she urged herself to focus on the room around her, noticing another, empty bed opposite her, the sheets tucked in neatly. The couch in the corner of the room, was sunk in, vaguely making out the shape of another person, with a thin, dull blanket, tousled over it, half of it hanging on the floor, like someone had just left. Her suspicions confirmed when Bucky slugged in, rubbing at his eyes, dark circles under them, a cup of steaming coffee clutched loosely in between his fingers, quick to rush to her side when his gaze focused on her.

Pressing himself gently against her frame, careful not to hurt her, he sighed in relief, reaching a hand to stroke the back of her head, wanting to feel the touch of her skin on his, the image of her slack, unconscious body charred in his mind. Pulling back, the edges of his lips curled down into a frown, "I told you I should have stayed", rubbing along his face in frustration.

Shrugging her shoulders, she sent him a weak smile, "Its fine Buck, I'm fine", placing a hand on his, grimacing at the punctured IV needles under her skin.

"No it isn't, (Y/N) you got stabbed", he exclaimed, gesturing to the chunky bandage wrapped tightly across her torso.

"But you were there and I-", she began, trying to reassure the man who watched her with concern, only to be quickly cut off.

"And what if I wasn't ? What if I didn't get there on time ?", he snapped at her, eyebrows furrowed together, voice becoming for unsteady and hushed as he trailed on, "What if you-".

Cupping his cheek, she tilted his head down to meet her gaze, stroking gently, "Babe, it's a job hazard that can't be avoided, you know that just as well as me", her expression softening when she noticed his red, puffy eyes.

Glancing around the room, he shook his head, moving to sit on the edge of her bed, the cheap mattress sinking in under their collective weight, "I- I know, I just- I don't know what I would have done if- if you-", his words coming out cracked and hesitant, making her heart ache for him.

Shifting closer to him, she rested her forehead against his, delicately running her fingers through his mousy brown locks, whispering, "I- I'm sorry, I'll be more careful next time", tilting her head up to connect their lips, moving together delicately for a sweet kiss. Breaking the kiss, she rested her head on his shoulder, tugging his arm playfully, causing him to chuckle and climb onto the narrow bed with her, deliberately letting half of his body hand of the side, as to give her more room. "Plus one would have to work harder than a stab wound to get me away from you Barnes", she spoke in a mockingly serious manner, pressing her lips together tightly to stifle her giggles, which proved to be ineffective when he rolled his eyes lovingly causing her to burst out into laughter.

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~ 1 week later ~

(Y/N) readjusted herself on the pillows, frowning furiously at the fluffy, misshapen lumps, as she tried to reshape them to better suit her needs, aggressively smacking her arms into them, creating dull thumping noises, that overpowered the soft chatter from the television.

Balancing a bowl of popcorn in his arms, Bucky couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the battle that unfolded on their bed, his girlfriend angrily chopping the pillows, oblivious to his figure behind her. Clearing his throat, she spun around to face him, giving him a dead-panned look, "Its not doing its job", promptly going back to the task at hand. Moving closer to her, he set the bowl down on the bedside table, trying hard to push down the growing laughter in his throat, "Doll, I think the pillows had enough conviction for now", lowering himself into the clean, silky sheets, next to her. Grinning widely, she lightly smacked his arm, moving to snuggle in closer to his side, rummaging her hand through the bowl, collecting a large heap of popcorn before stuffing it into her mouth. He couldn’t help but admire her, thick locks pulled up into a messy bun, a few loose strands framing her face, a piece of popcorn sticking to the side of her lips, eyes glittering as she turned to peck his cheek tenderly. Using a free hand he tilted her face back to his, connecting their lips gingerly, before letting his other hand trail up her leg, gently squeezing, causing her to gasp, allowing him to deepen the kiss. She moaned softly into it, curling closer into his frame, letting her fingers tangle themselves in his deep, umber locks, causing a confident smirk to spread across his face.

Pulling away, she nestled closer into his side, tucking her head in the crook of his neck, her arms resting on his chest. Tugging her closer to him, he intertwined their legs, humming contently at the warmth that she radiated, wrapping his arms around her body delicately, pecking the top of her head, whispering “I love you”. An affectionate smile spread across her face, as she cranes her neck to cup his cheek, lovingly stroking the flushed skin, “Love you too, darling”.

[iguana-eyanna]

Becoming more whole again

Pairing: Bucky x pregnant reader

Summary: You and Bucky now live in Wakanda after the events of the Civil War and you are having doubts about the future until Bucky reassures you with a surprise

“Bucky?” you call out to him, as you slowly walked out of the tent. You see him facing outwards to the pond, as his eyes start to shimmer from the water’s reflection. “Don’t worry doll, just need some air…” he murmured as you crept to the nook of his neck. 

You hear him chuckle as he slips his arm around your waist, his hand on your protruding belly. "Just a few more months and we get to see this little guy.” You smiled slowly as you looked up to the man that held you. Suddenly, your smile drops. “James…” you said quietly. He knew whenever you said his real name, your conversation would be serious.

He looks at you as slowly lowers you down to the ground as he holds you closer to him. “What’s wrong?” he questioned. You look down, breaking your trance from him, and silently huffed. 

“After the baby is born, what’s going to happen? To us? I mean, we just met six months ago and I found out I was frozen in time for almost a century, pregnant with your baby.” He stares at you as he knew you were tensing up as he lets go of your waist, wanting to give you space. 

“-and I just feel so guilty that we’re living here. I feel like I don’t deserve such a beautiful place like Wakanda.” You look down as you are fiddling with the hem of your dress. “Heck, I didn’t think I would see so many trees back then. Now you’re going to call me a fool now, huh?” you bite your lip as a tear falls down your face. 

Bucky looks forward to the pond and goes back into the tent. Surprisingly, you weren’t shocked that he just left you like that. He probably thought you were delusional to willingly leave such a paradise like this country that gave BOTH of you a second chance at living. You look up to the sky that takes your breath away as you are fascinated by the stars. 

“Nothing compared to Brooklyn…” Bucky said, breaking your trance from the sky that gave you clarity. “I know… I didn’t think there would be so many stars up there.” As you sadly smiled, remembering when you were just a child, probably counting ten stars at night that you could clearly see that was blinded by the city lights. 

“I wasn’t talking about the lights, doll,” Bucky said as his eyes deepened into yours. Bucky still caught your breath, you were always flabbergasted by his presence.

He uses his right hand to dry your face from the tears that already dried up.“I was supposed to wait till the baby came, but I think this is the perfect time to do so.” You were confused as Bucky shuffled around his position, trying to find a position he would be comfortable in. 

“Doll, ever since I met you when we were just kids, I knew that fate wouldn’t keep us apart. Not war, not distance, not Hydra freezing us for the past decades without each of us knowing, not even time itself would ever let me be able to let you go. That day when I was hanging on by that train, I was holding on for dear life for you. All I could think about was you… how you beat my ass if you knew I died.” You snickered a bit as you moved the strand of hair out of buck’s face to see him clearly. 

Bucky now changed his position, now on one knee to be exact. You were so surprised that you got up quickly, looking down at him as your eyes began to water. “James…” you whispered as you took breaths to calm you down. “Hang on princess, I was working on this before I was deployed. Let me do this for you…” He gives you a slight smirk that turns into a smile as you nod your head. 

“And when I saw you in that cryogenic sleep at that base, I remembered everything. All the memories we had together, all the promises that I made, including to marry you once I was back in one piece. Although I’m missing a limb, I feel complete because I finally have you in my life again, including this little fella that I love too.” 

You look down at your bump as you smooth your hand over it. “No matter where we are, I know that my home is with you and him. Wakanda, Romania, hell… even Queens! I will build a house with my bare hands in order to have you both under a roof where you’ll be safe and loved. So… Y/N Rogers, will you marry me?” As he opened his closed hand and revealed the most breathtaking ring.

You started to bawl more as slowly walked up to Bucky still holding the ring. You exhale as you shake your head up and down. “Yes.” you said in a shaky breath as you smiled with happiness. Bucky laughs with adoration as he carefully puts the ring on your finger. He gets up and puts his arm around you. 

“Uri helped me build this ring. I knew you didn’t want anything flashy or big, so Steve actually sketched it out for reference.” Your heartstrings pulled just from hearing your brother’s name as he’s now a fugitive in the eyes of the government. “How was he like when you asked him?” you said taken back. Bucky slightly smirked remembering. “He said ‘The only last name Y/N would ever take would be Barnes.’” 

You laughed lightly as your brother’s name was still a topic you didn’t like to talk about, but Steve was the only thing alive that thought the world of Bucky. Not that you were jealous, but it would’ve been nice to know that Steve was trying to fight for you too when he came into the twenty-first century. Bucky knew this too, so he held your chin in his hand and inched closer to your lips. 

“Tonight, it’s just us. Let's get you to bed, I think it might be late for the two of you.” he looked down and used his thumb to roam around your bump. “Just one more thing…” You said looking up to him. Bucky raised his eyebrow and smirked. “and what’s that?” he asked curiously. “This,” you whispered, pulling him in for a kiss, a kiss that could break any bad curse in his head… as if he was becoming more whole again.

[midnightstar-90]

Old Times

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Bucky Barnes x Rogers! Reader | Steve Rogers x Sister! Reader

Summary: During Civil War, Tony calls in the only person that can get to both Steve and Bucky. When that person shows up, does a lot of memories.

Warnings: None

A/N: I do tend to switch between Bucky and James a couple times, but it seems fine anyway.

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2016

Steve Rogers runs into the airport ready to take off when a piece of tech hits and shorts his escape helicopter. Tony Stark and James Rhodes land in front of Steve before Tony speaks, "Wow, it is so weird how you run into the airport. Isn't that weird?" James responds to Tony's question, "definitely weird." Steve tries to defend Bucky by telling Tony that the doctor that was supposed to 'Help' Bucky was the one who was causing all those problems. T'challa jumps from behind a plane in his 'Black Panther' outfit and greets Steve. Tony explains his situation to Steve, but Steve doesn't give.

"Your old war buddy killed innocent people yesterday," Tony says, trying to reason with his old teammate. Steve continues to stall, "And there are five more super soldiers just like him. I can't let the doctor get to them first." Y/N walks out from the shadows. "Look at who else I found in the airport," Tony says to Steve with a smirk. "Sadly, James and I aren't the same as when you knew us in the '40s," Y/N says before continuing, "If you want to help him, help him by following the law. You're my older brother, and I would hate to see you end up in jail." Steve and Bucky over the coms both say, "Y/N?!"

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1940's

Y/N was laid under the covers, laying chest to chest with her brother's best friend. "Steve eagerly wants to be in the army. I'm already worried about your deployment, why does he need to worry me more?" Y/N was always worried about her brother's safety. Y/N would have a better chance at joining the army than Steve. Her brother had been rejected, and would still continue to do anything to fight for his country.

Bucky was more focused on what had happened before the conversation than worried about his best friend. "Babe, we just had a great time, without worrying about being caught, and your first thought after that was your brother?" Bucky and Y/N have been hiding their relationship from Steve for 3 years. Y/N had liked Bucky ever since she saw him help Steve with his bully when he was 13.

"Sorry, this is time for me and you, not me, you, and my brother," Y/N said before looking up and kissing her boyfriend. One kiss turned into a complete make-out session before the wildly handsome man had to go.

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Y/N was watching her brother get prepped to get the super-soldier serum. She sat with a scared and worried look on her face. She watched Peggy Carter give Steve a look before coming up to watch. "Is he alright," Y/N asks Peggy as she sat down next to the caring sister. "He's all right. The procedure is about to start," Peggy responded.

As the procedure proceeded, the machine looked to be hurting steve. Peggy and Y/N both looked to be worried. Peggy ran out of the watch room and started yelling at the doctor to shut it down. Y/N went into a full panic attack, some of the people around her tried to help her. Sparks flew in the lab when the machine powered off. Y/N thought her brother was dead, so it became harder for her to breathe. The machine opened and Steve looked ten times the man he did before the serum.

Y/N cooled down and went to congratulate her brother. While everyone stood around her brother, the watch room exploded. Everyone ducked, and then there were gunshots. The next thing Y/N knew, Steve was gone.

Steve would soon come back to pick up and comfort his sister. She was always worried about her brother, but she now has caught a glimpse of what might happen with Steve and Bucky in the war. When Steve dropped her off, she immediately went to be comforted by James.

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October 1943

It had been almost a year since Bucky and Steve left for war. They sent the girl letters every week, but she wouldn't get them until 2 weeks later, depending on where they were. Those letters were the only thing at the time that put a smile on her face.

Y/N arrived home from her long day of labor. Ever since the boys left, Y/N was left to pay her and her boyfriend's apartment bills. She picked up a job as a nurse at the local hospital. She loved the patients there, but the job barely paid, mostly because she was a woman.

Before opening her door, she checked her mailbox for any letters. "Let's see. Bills. Bills. LETTER... Wait, I only got one letter." Y/N spoke as she entered her apartment.

Dear Y/N,

You may be wondering, "Where is my second letter?" I am sorry to tell you, you won't be receiving a second letter. I thought that you should hear this from me. I failed you. I failed Bucky. During a mission, I failed to save Bucky. I couldn't grab his hand fast enough before he fell off the train.

I know he meant so much to you. We've all been best friends since 7th grade, and I know about the crush you had on him since we were young.

Before Bucky died, he gave me a message. He said, "I didn't leave you just to fight. I left so that you could have a future. Whether it's on your own or with someone else, I want you to keep going. Do what you told me you wanted to do with your life."

I wish that you wouldn't have to lose me or anyone you care about like this, but I guess that's life.

My deepest regrets,

Steve

The more the woman read the letter, the more tears rolled out of her eyes. She read Bucky's message one more time, imagining him watching her read the letter over her shoulder.

Her grieving was soon interrupted by a loud bang coming from the living room. She folded the letter back up and put it inside the pocket of her uniform. She walked over to Bucky's nightstand, grabbing the revolver he kept in the back. Bucky was a gentleman, but he won't think twice about protecting them if his family was in trouble. He's been protecting the Rogers siblings since he was 13.

She slowly walked into the living room, holding the loaded revolver, just like James had taught her. She quietly turned the corner to see the living room clear. She heard a noise behind the kitchen divider wall, and she started to make her way towards it. She looked and saw nothing. Not letting her guard down, she continued to search the house. She made her way back into the bedroom. Right as she entered the room, went black.

She woke up strapped to a table with a blinding light shining on her. She tried to cover her eyes, but she remembered she was strapped down. She tried to stay calm the best she could.

"Do you know how it feels to have gotten two people close to Captain America? I wasn't sure if you were the right one, but the letter inside your pocket proved that you were the girl we were looking for. Your boyfriend is very much alive, and so far, all he has done is attack everyone. Now, what do you say we compromise?" The man with the swiss accent said.

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2016

Y/N had tried so hard to get her brother to do the right thing, but deep inside she knew she was doing the wrong thing. The fight had started and she followed her love. She tried to tell Spiderman that she knew the best way to handle them. She couldn't get herself alone with the man she loved until he was drug out by redwing. "I don't want to fight you," James says. "I know. I am here to help. I realized that I am fighting for the wrong side. I should be fighting to free you from your prison, not take you to prison," Y/N tells James with a loving look.

Y/N goes in to hug Bucky. Sam watches the interaction confused. "Wait, I'm confused. Who is this?" Bucky looks at Y/N before telling Sam, "this is Y/N Rogers, Steve's sister, but also my long-lost girlfriend." Sam is still a little confused, but he lets it go to get back to the main thing that is going on.

They get back to the plane with only Steve, Bucky, and Y/N. "I still can't believe your alive," Steve says "How do you think I feel? My brother and boyfriend fighting together again 100 years later." Since her last brainwashing, Y/N hadn't seen James, which meant she wouldn't remember a lot until they met. Y/N had also forgotten that Steve didn't know that they were dating. Steve in a calming voice asks, "So you guys are dating?" Steve continues, "let me guess since you were about 20." Y/N and James look shocked as Steve keeps talking, "I'm your older brother. I know who you like even if you think I don't. It looks like we have a lot to catch up on. Good thing we have a couple of hours till we reach our destination."

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[missmeowstin]

Imagine:

Slightly NSFW, so if you’re not 18+ please leave.

Surprising Sebastian in his trailer, after not seeing each other for a month. And things get steamy.

[stylesxreads]

Tenebrosity - Chapter 1

Masterlist

Sebastian's POV

I threw the dirty bloody knife into the sink, taking off my gloves and throwing them in as well. I took a deep breathe, hands gripping the counter. I have a killer headache right now, my head pulsated as if someone was squeezing my head in their hands.

I grabbed the pain killers from the cabinet and threw a couple in my mouth, accompanying the medicine with a glass of whiskey. I hissed as the alcohol hit my throat, just what I needed.

I kicked off my shoes and shrugged off the rest of my dirty clothes before allowing myself to fall on my bed, closing my eyes so my body could finally rest. After today's events my body was exhausted and I could barely keep my eyes open anymore, that's okay Sebastian. Rest.

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The sun shone through the curtains of my windows, my eyes squinted as I sat up from my bed.

"Bloody hell." I muttered, rubbing my eyes. My hands ran over my growing beard, scratching it slightly. My feet padded across the wood floor, walking to the bathroom. The bright light caused me to squint again. I splashed water onto my face, needing to wake up and shake this drowsiness.

That's when I noticed it. Dried blood littered my face, specks sat on my cheeks and forehead.

"Fuck." I muttered, remembering that there was a bloody knife and a bloody pair of gloves waiting for me in the sink. I grabbed the knife and gloves, disinfecting them and the sink to rid it of the blood. I threw the things into my backpack before continuing to get ready for my day.

The sound of my phone ringing sounded through the apartment.

"This is Sebastian." I answered, not bothering to check who was calling me.

"Good morning, sir.." My receptionist, Christen spoke into the phone.

"G'Morning Christen. Is there a reason you're calling me at 6:30 AM?" I sighed, stepping into my closet to grab my clothes for the day.

"Sorry, sir. The new hire is coming today and you told me to call you and remind you.." She spoke timidly into the phone. Right, I forgot I had her do that.

"Right. Yes, thank you. I'll see you later." I responded, hanging up the phone. The new hire, Alena White. My last marketing head jumped ship and quit with no warning, I needed a new head ASAP and Alena seemed to be the only competent applicant.

30 minutes later, I was walking through the doors of my office building, Christen sitting at her spot behind the front desk.

"Good morning, sir. Here's your coffee." She smiled at me placing a cup of coffee on top of the counter. I thanked her with a small nod before grabbing my cup and heading to my office. I sighed, throwing my bag onto my desk and starting up my computer.

I never wanted to be a businessman, but being the son of Viviano Stan... I would've been a disgrace to the family name if I hadn't started my own business from the ground up just like my father. So that's what I did, not the way my dear parents were hoping though. They weren't exactly thrilled with my pitch to start a sex toy company, Dark Cherry, where the sole purpose of the company is to excite and enhance your sex life as much as possible.

They were definitely against it. But here I am, 35 years old, with a multimillion dollar company. Sure, not ideal to them, but it brought money and power to our family name. And that's all good ole Viviano cared about.

I rubbed my eyes, not at all mentally prepared for a day full of work.

My phone rang twice on my desk before I answered it.

"Sebastian, Ms. Alena White is here." Christen spoke through the phone.

"Send her in." I said promptly before hanging up the phone. Minutes later there was a soft knock on the door. "Come on in." I called out, the door opened slowly revealing a young woman, probably mid to late 20's, brown wavy hair down her shoulders. There wasn't anything over the top of super special about the way she looked. But she had me in a trance.

"Good morning, Mr.Stan." She greeted, walking towards my desk. I stood from my chair and stuck my hand out for her to shake.

"Good morning, it's a pleasure to meet you." I gave her a small smile. "Please, have a seat." I gestured for her to take a seat at the chair in front of my desk. "And please, call me Sebastian." I corrected her, I didn't like being called Mr.Stan, I wasn't my father.

"So Alena-" I started to speak, but she quickly interrupted me.

"Oh, I actually go by Lena. (Lee-nuh)." This time it was her correcting me.

"Lena. Sorry." I chuckled. "That's a very beautiful name. Unique. I like it." I nodded. "Anyways.. Lena. Tell me a bit about yourself." I unbuttoned my suit jacket. "I know I wasn't the one that interviewed you, but Jack had nothing but praises to say about you." It was true. Jack, the President of the company, my right hand man, was hard to please. So I was very impressed when he told me the person he interviewed for the marketing head position blew him away.

"Boy do I love that question." She chuckled, "Well let's see.. I'm 26 years old. I've previously worked for-" Lena continued to speak business, talking about all the achievements and credentials that she's got on her belt. I observed her as she spoke, she was quite bubbly. The first thing I've noticed is that the entire time she's stepped foot in my office, the smile on her face never went away.

Once she was done talking I nodded my head, thanking her for sharing a little bit about herself.

"That's great, I have no doubt that you will excel in your position here at Dark Cherry. But tell me something else. Something real." I pushed. "Tell me something that you love to do, something that makes you happy. If I wanted to know your resume I would've pulled out your application." I raised an eyebrow at her.

The smile on her face faltered a little bit, but didn't disappear. She looked taken aback by my request and sat in silence for a moment, her eyes avoiding mine.

"Well.. Let's see.." She mumbled quietly. "I love dogs, I have a golden retriever, his name's Bruce." She grinned. "I like to bake.. I love to read books. It's my dream to have my own little library in my home, I just love how you can be sent to a different world through writing and literature." The smile on her face only widened the more she talked about things she loved. She was starting to ramble but I couldn't find the heart to interrupt her. "My favorite flowers are sunflowers, I just love how bright they are. It's impossible to not feel happy when you see a sunflower. Oh! I really enjoy watching movies. It's a very lazy and bummy hobby but I can't get enough of it-" Her eyes met mine and she shut her mouth before giving me a timid and embarrassed smile.

"I'm rambling.." She said quietly, causing me to chuckle before nodding slightly.

"It's okay. I asked you a question and you were simply answering it." I smiled at her, hoping that I wasn't intimidating her in anyway. "I think you'll fit in here very well. I'm excited to work with you." I nodded at her again.

"I'll have Christen give you a tour and show you to your office." I said picking up my office phone.

"Office?" She asked, a very confused look on her face. "You mean cubicle?" She asked again causing me to let out yet another chuckle before shaking my head.

"You're the head of marketing, Lena. You get an office. Not a cubicle." This time it was me raising and eyebrow at her, very amused by the shocked look on her face. "Christen, would you be a doll and show Ms.White around and helping her get settled in her office?"

After hanging up I stood from my spot and walked Lena to the door, opening it for her.

"If you have any questions feel free to call me on my extension, or just knock on my door. Your office isn't too far anyway." I smiled pointing at the door only a few feet away. Lena nodded her head curtly at me before scurrying off with Christen.

I shut the door to my office, opening my emails, double checking all my meetings today and things I had scheduled for the week. My cell phone dinged in my pocket, a text from Jack.

Have you seen this shit? This isn't too far from the office. 1 Image attachment

My eyes glanced over the news article he had sent me.

Breaking News An unidentified body has been found mutilated and dumped under a bridge off 15th street and Mockingbird I groaned, not again. This can't keep happening, get it under control Sebastian. If you don't figure your shit out, you're gonna get caught.

[baby-dr1ver]

can i ask for something with bucky with 13. "Who wouldn't be angry, you ate all my cereal and faked your death for three years!" from the prop list

Anon! This is probably one of my favs off the prompt list!

Paring: Bucky Barnes x reader

Rating: angst 

Doesn’t really follow the plot of The Avengers movies I guess

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When you got the call from Steve that he brought Bucky home, you’ve nerer rushed out the house so fast. You and Bucky alwasy had a complicated past. During the 40′s you Steve and Buck were bestfriends, that meant you had to watch James go home with every girl who threw themselfs at him. Steve knew the feelings you harbored for James, he could see the sadness in your eyes. He didn’t realize how much harder it would be telling you Buck died but he knew you needed to hear it from him. 

Then finding out he was experimented on, and became a psycho killer (never a villain) sent you spiralling. Steve never allowed you to go on any mission involving him. You knew, all those feelings you had, the anger, the sadness, the love, would all come out and compromise the mission.  Compromise getting Bucky home and helping him.

You sped to the Avengers compound and threw yourself threw the doors. You didn’t have to much of a plan. You knew were ready to confront Bucky, ready to ask him why he never called or at least told her he was okay? You didn’t know how it would come out. Steve met you at the elevators to brief you. 

“Alright listen, he’s not- he’s still the Winter Soldier but- he’s not activated. He’s been on the run since he became- him”  So please, Y/N, go easy on him.”

You scoffed. Of course Steve would say that, he will always protected Bucky but right now, she didn’t want Steve to protect him. 

You bypassed him without any futher questioning. You searched around the living room, every bedroom, no Bucky. You finally got to the kitchen, and there he sat. He was at the table, empty cereal box next to him as he ate the last bowl. It was your  cereal to be exact. He finally looked up from his bowl and stared at you in shock. Guess he never expected to see you so soon. 

“Y/N I-”

“You what? You what Bucky?” Anger was evident in your voice.

“Listen, I know your angry-”

“Of course I’m angry! Who wouldn’t be angry, you ate all my cereal and faked your death for three years!” He didn’t know what to say. 

“huh, quiet like always Buck. Never wanting to admit that you are wrong huh? You could have called me! You could have done something to make sure I knew you were alive!” You didn’t stop there. 

“Do you know ho wlost I felt James? How broken and confused I was? I had to find out from Steve that you were alive! I held on to feelings for you and this is what I get! This! Left alone, in the dark, again! I was so fucking in love with you James, and not one letter?” You ran out of breath. You felt a weight off your shoulders after you confession. 

He finally looked you in the eyes. You could see that his eyes were red, red with unshed tears but right now, you couldn’t find the heart to care. 

“I’m so sorry doll.” 

“No, you don’t get to call me that anymore!” You started to sroem off.

“Y/N wait-”

“No! No, James! I’ve done enough waiting for you” 

Part 2?

[bi-ss]

~ Ties that bind ~

Bucky x reader- arranged marriage.

Summary: You agreed to arrange marriage when you were little, after seeing who you are to marry. You wish you could go back.

Warnings- violence, guns/weapons, illegal stuff, drugs, fluff if you squint, smut eventually, Sharon being a bitch, swearing.. That's all I can think of but every chapter will have its own warnings.

(Spelling may be bad as I'm very dyslexic sorry in advance)

Part 1 -here

Part2 -here

Part3 -here

Part4 -here

Part5 -here

(Yes, I liked my own blogs, OK? Also, if you don't like this sort of thing or my writing, please just don't read it. I honestly love feedback, but hateful messages are not welcome xx)

[flowerboy11300]

Woooo I cannot get over how attractive this picture is😩😫🥴😭🥵

[vi-trying-to-survive]

Movie Night Mornings

Bucky Barnes x f!Reader

Warnings: None, its just fluff, not really I mean its a little spicy at the end, but very little, it's mostly just fluff.

Summary: Bucky and (Y/N)'s movie nights always end with an eventful breakfast.

A/N: I hope you guys like this and had a good day :) 💖💖💖 Its my first Bucky fic and I hope it turned out nice and that it made you feel better 💖💖💖

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Bucky pressed a finger against the shiny, golden button along the side of the door, the cheery chime echoing through the house in front of him. He tapped his foot against the concrete step rapidly as he waited for the woman to answer, clutching the bouquet of flowers, an arrangement of roses, peonies and babies-breath, tightly in his arm, glancing through the sheer curtains at the window every now and then.

Hearing footsteps growing louder, he found that his stance relaxed, moving closer as the pristine white door opened with a resonating click, revealing his (Y/N), ringing her hair out with a large towel, the wet strands dripping water onto her hardwood floors. The edges of her lips upturned into a soft smile as she spotted him, catching him for a hug as he walked in, leaning up on the tips of her toes to place a tender kiss on his cheek, causing a bashful grin to spread across his face. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he held her in place, causing her to giggle a little, as he whispered, "You missed Doll", tilting his head down to connect their lips, to which she responded immediately, interlocking her hands behind his neck, still clutching the towel, dampening the back of his shirt. Breaking the kiss, she reached out taking the flowers from his hand, sending him a giddy smile, "I assume these are for me ?", bringing them up to inhale the sweet scent, eyes shutting as she hummed in pleasure, before fixating her gaze on him again, "They're lovely".

Making his way to the living room, quite comfortable in the space, having dated her for 3 years now, he plopped onto the surface with a quiet thump, squashing her army of throw pillows under his weight, reaching out to grab the television remote, aimlessly flipping through the various channels, the glowing screen painting his face different shades of blue, green, red and yellow, more so to pass the time as he waited for her.

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Feeling the couch sink in next to him, he turned to find her snuggling up next to his side, grabbing his free hand, lacing her fingers with his, the smooth metal bringing a coolness to her skin that she had learnt to love, as she pulled it up, pecking the back of his palm gently, before resting their interlocked hands in her lap, next to the giant, stainless steel bowl of salty, buttery popcorn. He raised an eyebrow questioningly at the bowl in her hand, "Doll, did you really need that big a bowl of popcorn today ?", trying hard to stifle the laughter that was growing in his throat, as she turned to him with a jokingly annoyed look on her face. She responded pointedly, "Baby, you're the one that wanted to watch all the Lord of The Rings movies in one night", waving her free hand in the air dramatically, "Plus I get cranky when I don't get snacks, so if anything this is here more for your benefit than mine", chewing the inside of her cheek, to stop herself from breaking character. Rolling his eyes lovingly at the woman, he sighed defeatedly, "Whatever you say (Y/N)", using a hand to scoop a mouthful of the crunchy food into his mouth, leaving trails of the warm, salty butter along the crevices of his skin, "As long as you share".

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An hour into the second movie, he tore his eyes away from the bright screen, boisterous shouts mixed with the clanging of swords against each other suddenly seemed less important as the sound of soft snores from his side drifted into his ears. Turning his head to the body next to him, he found her with her eyes shut, hand draped across his knee, mouth agape as a small trail of drool stained his shoulder, the sight making him chuckle quietly to himself. Shaking his head, he carefully lowered her onto her side, so that she lay on his lap, her body reacting instantly, curling her arms around his waist, humming in content, as he spread a brightly-colored, fuzzy blanket around her.

Attempting to turn his attention back onto the flashing screen, most likely missing key plot points with each minute that passed by, he couldn't help but find himself captivated by her, knowing that even in her sleep, she had him wrapped around her finger. He tenderly pushed away the strands of hair that blocked her face, making her stir for a few seconds, pouting unconsciously, before nestling closer towards him, admiring the way her locks fanned out around her head, a tangled mess of knots, frizzing out from the humidity in the air. Cupping her cheek, he gently stroked her warm, smooth skin, alarmed and amazed at how delicate it was, before focusing on the movie again, for fear of embarrassment if she woke up, the familiar heat of a blush already creeping up along the side of his neck at the thought of it.

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Sunlight streamed through the misty windows, making (Y/N) stir slightly, digging her face deeper into her pillow, shifting her body to lie in the opposite direction, only to land with a thump on the wooden panels of her floor, with an almost silent thump. Groaning, she pushed herself to sit up, rubbing her back comfortingly, now very much so awake, sending a furious glare toward her couch. Noticing the other figure on the soft, plush stretch, she rubbed her eyes, focusing on the man who was still in deep slumber, hands draped over the narrow, empty space next to him, which she assumed was where she was, before her awkward awakening. His features were relaxed, mouth slightly parted, almost silent snores filling the small space with each breath he took, making her heart swell with love. Reaching out for her phone on the crumb-covered surface of the chipped coffee table, she tapped at the screen expertly, promptly bringing up the camera app, snapping a picture of the sleeping man, smiling lovingly at it as she pushed herself up from the floor, making her way to the kitchen.

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The refreshing smell of coffee wafted through the air, gently caressing Bucky out of the deep slumber he was in, eyes fluttering open, grabbing aimlessly at the empty space next to him, causing him to jerk awake in shock. Pausing for a moment to recollect his thoughts, he pulled off the fuzzy blanket, letting the material pool at the foot of the couch, rubbing his eyes to help remove the sleep.

After a few minutes, he sighed planting his feet on the ground, letting his nose guide him to the kitchen, leaning on the side of the wall, he admired the woman who swayed ungracefully along to the sizzling of eggs in the cared iron-cast pan that stood on the oven. He couldn’t help but chuckle, as she wiggled around like an uncoordinated octopus, reflexively running forward to catch her, securely gripping her waist, steadying her before she could’ve fallen on the hard tiled kitchen floors.

Confident smirk plastered on his face, he tugged her up to meet him, closing the small gap between their bodies, laughing softly as she stared at him with wide eyes of surprise, "Well, I guess you're falling for me again Doll", her cheeks tinted a light shade of bashful crimson. She stared at him for a few moments, biting down roughly on her bottom lip, trying and quickly failing, to prevent the giggle in her throat from escaping, "I can't believe you used that line", gripping her sides tightly to prevent herself from falling over again.

Letting go of her now steady frame, he exasperatedly threw his hands to his sides, lips curling down into a pout as he whined, "Come on (Y/N), it wasn't that bad", before interlocking their hands, swinging them around playfully in the air.

Turning to the ceiling, she blinked rapidly urging the little tears at the edge of her eyes to not fall, knowing that it would only make his protests worse, "It was pretty bad", resting her hands along his torso, so that they're faces were a few inches from each others, "But it wasn't awful", whispering the last part, so that the words were only audible to them. Closing the space between them, lips moving in sync, needy and sweet, making him moan breathlessly as her fingers tangled themselves in his thick locks, tugging gently at them, his hands trailing lower down her back, squeezing affectionately at her waist, causing her to gasp soundlessly, letting his tongue slip in easily.

Breaking the kiss for air, they nestled their noses against each other, relaxing in their hushed pants, the sound of the dinging toaster snapping them back into reality, as she promptly twisted her body way from his to switch the stove off, sliding the scrambled eggs onto the clean, pristine plates next to it. She smiled knowingly, the feeling of his calloused palms on her hips, as he kissed the side of her head lovingly, swaying them around to the inaudible music that played in their minds, "You know you drive me crazy right ?". Laughing, she craned her neck to connect her lips with the sensitive skin of his neck, "I know darling", mirroring his wide grin.

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Blind Faith (1)

Description: Word vomit in the form of coherent storyline. Y/n is on the mission with Sam and Bucky but is struggling to come to the same moral conclusions that they are.

A/n: I’m gonna post this because god knows when i’m gonna finish it. So heres part 1. your welcome.

”You got ten minutes. Then we’re doing things my way.” Walker said as he handcuffed Zemo to the nearest solid surface.

‘Ten minutes and then i’m stealing the shield.’ You mused silently.’

Sometimes you wondered why you followed Sam everywhere. At first you believed it was because he was a good man and you trusted him. Its still for the same reasons now except now you two had been in a relationship for quite some time.

Of course this mission was different because you and Sam saw it in a different light.

You couldn’t see how he put up with John Walker. You couldn’t see how he thought breaking Zemo out was a bad idea.

He couldn’t see why you wanted to steal the shield so badly. He could see how you hated John Walker though.

You sat with Bucky in front of the door same just went through.

If anyone could talk Karli down, it was Sam.

You and Bucky got on quite well. You both thought along the same lines. You both had the same general ideas about things like breaking Zemo out and stealing the shield.

But one thing you agreed on with Sam was that Karli could be reasoned with.

You might have gone with him if you trusted Walker a little bit more.

Or at all.

It hadn’t been more than a few minutes of Walker panting like hes doing an extreme workout before he got tired of waiting.

“Uh-uh. Nononono, this is a bad idea.”

Oh sweet god its like he was getting worse.

Bucky and you sat in front of the door that Sam had gone through.

“It hasn’t been 10 minutes yet John. Just sit tight.” Bucky sounded very calm.

You did not feel very calm. Something about John Walker made you want to throw down.

Maybe its his stupid face.

You gave him a sappy fake smile that dripped with taunting. “Yeah John, don’t twist your panties over milk that hasn’t been spilled.”

The soldier scoffed “Don’t do that. Don’t Patronize me”

“He knows what hes doing.” Bucky stated.

You nodded and pointed at Bucky while holding eye contact with Walker.

You knew it was a terrible idea to aggravate him but at the same time it was so much fun. He was like an entitled child who screamed at the grocery store in your eyes.

There was a pause as Walker looked between you and Bucky. There was a concerning shadow in his eyes.

If the eyes were a window to the soul then maybe there was no soul behind those dark pupils.

“I’m goin in.” He approached the door at a brisk pace. He had made up his mind but you had made yours up too.

“No you aren’t.” Bucky lightly pushed him back.

You kept your mouth shut because the last thing Sam would want is you getting in an actual fight right now.

John stared at Bucky. You felt your heart drop in your chest as he opened his mouth “this is all really easy for you isnt it? All that serum running throgh your veins.”

Oh god shut up. You felt your blood boil. “Oh my god shut up. You think its all about the serum.”

Walker ignored you and held eye contact with Bucky. “Barnes, your partner needs backup in there. Do you really want his blood on your hands?”

You shoved him back a bit. “You are being stupidly irrational. This is what Sam does and he’s good at him so give him the damn ten minutes.”

Walker looked at you with a brooding face. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

“You’re letting your boyfriend endanger himself.”

Bucky stood by your side thinking over what John had said. You lightly grabbed his arm.

“Don’t let walker get in your head.” You whispered lightly to him.

John heard you and made some offended noises as he began to object.

Bucky removed your hand from his arm and moved to the side, unblocking to doorway.

Walker stopped complaining and barged past you. He nodded at Bucky as he passed.

“Bucky, Sam knows what he’s doing we need to trust him-“ You watched as he walked in.

Lemar followed both of them. He looked at you as he approached the door. “People like her can’t be reasoned with easily. I know you trust Sam but I don’t think he can get out of this one without a fight.” He walked past you.

You followed him, fuming. “You’re putting blind faith into Walker. Its not that you think that Sam can’t do it, you are just choosing what Walker is choosing.”

“I put as much blind faith into John as you put into Sam. Its called trust.” He took a turn and you went on straight.

This wasn’t going to end well.

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Plot twist (i’m sorry this is like the third fic ive used this line in) it didn’t end well.

You know, these plot twists suck. They never go a good way and now John Walker just killed a man in the street.

He just killed a man in broad daylight. Surrounded by a crowd of people. In public. With the sheild.

You knew you should have fucking stolen it.

You stood behind Sam and was looking over his shoulder. Your hand was on his shoulder and you were gripping so tight that you were probably cutting off circulation.

You felt like you were going to be sick.

“Sam...” Your voice felt small and for the first time since you’ve met him, you were afraid of John.

He brought his hand up to cover yours though he couldn’t say anything.

How was he to tell you that everything was going to be ok?

You watched as John Walker took off, pushing through the crowd and taking the bloodied shield with him.

Bucky started following and Sam looked back at you.

“Go back to the house. I don’t want you getting hurt.”

As much as he cared you couldn’t help but feel bitter. “I’m coming with. I don’t want you getting hurt either.”

“No you’re not.” He grabbed your shoulders.

You looked over his and saw Bucky impatiently looking between Sam and where Walker went.

Walker was a dangerous man.

“Sam-“

He looked at you with such sincerity in his eyes, “just this once do not get involved.”

You felt the bitterness in you again. You made. split second decision.

“If you die, I’ll never forgive you Mr. Wilson.” You grabbed him and gave him a quick kiss before pushing him lightly to where Bucky was.

And they ran off.

You turned to scan the crowd for a familiar face.

You knew she was here.

You barely caught it as you saw a floof of orange hair disappear around a corner in the opposite direction of where Sam went.

You felt your feet push off running before you could even consider the consequences of your actions.

Your feet beat against the concrete as your mind raced with one absolute thought.

‘This is the right choice.’

You loved Sam with all of your heart. You really did. And he knew that this was the right thing too deep down.

Thats why he tried to reason with Karli.

You rounded the corner with a gasp. You saw her drawing away and you called for her while running a little faster.

She looked back in alarm and got in a fighting stance.

You slowed to a stop about 10 feet away from her. You leaned over as you struggled to catch your breath.

“I’m sorry for spooking you.” You wheezed out, “I want to help your cause.”

This is whats right.

She furrowed her eyebrows. “And why should I trust you?”

You looked up at her with exasperation. “You have no right to trust me.” She turned to leave and you felt desperate. “But hear me out!”

She turned back cautiously.

“I mean- cmon if I have to choose between that,” you gestured back to where you came from. “And you, the flagsmashers are the obvious choice.”

She looked at you skeptically. You caught your breath and straightened up.

She wasn’t convinced. You gained your composure. “You can use me and my experience how you want. If you want me to kill John Walker, I will. If you want to handcuff me, then do it. Please. I want to make the world a better place and I can’t do that where I am.”

Karli turned and you felt shame seep into your bones at how hard you tried and yet you failed.

But you didn’t fail.

She gestured for you to follow her. “We will discuss this more once we are safe.”

You looked back to where you had came from. Where you had last seen Sam.

You muttered a silent apology.

He would understand.

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