#tfaws one shot

[gaysindistress]

I love u like I’ll get on my knees 😍😍😍😍 CAN U PLEASEEEE PLEASEEEE do TFAWS!Bucky x Latina reader?? maybe more specifically Brazilian?? we need some rep 🥺🥺 HAHA actually though like reader is good friends with Sam and Sam introduces them? Please, and thank u the dead love of my life

AHAHHAAHWH MY FIRST REQUEST!!!! thank you so much love!!

Okay okay so here’s a little Drabble for ya! I feel like this could be a full one shot?? Maybe after my follower celebration that starts on Friday! Also I wrote this on my phone so I apologize if there are any spelling/grammar errors.

Anjo -Portuguese for “angel”

mãe - Portuguese for “mom”

Warnings: cursing

Word count: 1.2k (this was only meant to be 500ish words…)

disclaimer: credits to original creator/poster of image/gif. found on google/Pinterest

“Please tell me that you didn’t text him,” My coworker asks with an edge of dread and disgust in her voice. For the last two hours of our shift, Lilly has been on me about the guy who left me his number yesterday.

It had been a slow day with only regulars really coming in so a decent looking young guy walking in felt like Christmas. Lils was on it and immediately put on her best flirt, fluttering her big eyes and matching lashes at him when he ordered. I wanted to laugh at the scene but that died when he flashed a smile my way and handed me his number. It was quickly followed by some passing comment about how he hates it when girls throw themselves at him. I had half a mind to throw his coffee on him but I knew my boss would have my head. I settled for plastering a fake smile on my face and saying “Vai pro caralho.” Of course the ignorant asshole thought I was being nice and winked at me. It took all of my strength to not shutter in disgust.

“You should know me better than that,” I throw back at her, “from that 2 minute interaction alone, I can already tell that he would talk about himself the entire date before saying something borderline foul like how Latinas girls are his favorite and he can’t stand white girls .”

Lils snorts as she takes a sip of her coffee, nearly choking and sending the hot liquid flying over the freshly cleaned counter. I arch a dark brow at her which makes her laugh even harder.

“What? Am I wrong? You can’t tell me that he wouldn’t have pulled out that high school Spanish to impress me.”

“No, no,” she stutters, wiping the coffee up, “it just caught me off guard is all. Wait, didn’t you say something to him in Spanish before he left? What did you say?”

I narrow my eyes at her, “Vai pro caralho? Babes you should know better.”

She looks at me in horror, “oh my god it was Portuguese, wasn’t it?”

I nod as she profusely apologizes, “I am so sorry, Y/N. Oh my god I’m not better than that asshat. Ugh, what does that mean though?”

The front door opens before I have the chance to speak and the little bells above alerts us to the one regular that never fails to put a smile on my face. Sam had been coming in since before I started working at Brewed Awakenings but after that first interaction, he came pretty much daily. He even got Sarah his sister to start coming in and within a matter of a few weeks, I was invited over for Sunday dinner.

“It means Go fuck yourself,” I tell Lils as I round the counter with a bright smile and wide arms. Sam matches me and wraps me into a tight hug.

“Good morn, Anjo. How are you?” He asks as he squeezes me into this chest.

I pull back and give him my best angry mãe look we I demand to know where he’s been for the last few weeks.

He holds his hands up in defense as he says, “put those eyes away, Anjo. Im sorry okay? I was on official business and I didn’t have time to swing by to let you know but I’m back.”

I don’t let up my expression at first and lecture him some more, “You better be. You were gone for like…”

I pause for dramatic effect to pretend to count the time while walking back around the counter, “6 weeks. I was about to send out a search and rescue team to find you. Ridiculous.”

Sam chuckles while shaking his head at me. He steps to the side to reveal a man that’s been standing behind him and one that I hadn’t noticed before.

A damn attractive man.

Albeit a bit judgmental given the looks he’s throwing at the both of us.

“I wasn’t gone that long,” Sam tries but stops when I shot him another mãe look. He quickly changes the subject, clapping his hand on his companion’s shoulder and introducing him, “well this is Bucky. He’s the reason I was gone so if you’re going to be mad at anyone, be mad at him.”

Bucky.

He looks familiar but I can’t quite figure out why. The massive resting bitch face forced me I stop the search before offering him a bright smile as I repeat his name.

This seems to…irritate him? I honestly can’t tell with the stone wall of moodiness and brooding that lives on his drop dead gorgeous face.

“Well welcome in Bucky, I’m Lilly but everyone calls me Lils and this is y/n,” Lils jumps in with an equally wide smile. His dark eyes flicker between us but hover half a second longer on me. He utters a low “thank you” and looks up to the menu.

Sam rolls his eyes at his short answer but his ever present smile never fades as he orders his usual, a large hot mocha with soy milk. I’ve tried to get him to switch to coconut or even hemp milk but he refuses. He always gives me the whole speech about how “soy is the closest to real milk and if I’m going to drink alternative milk, it has to be close to the real thing.”

“And for you?” I turn my attention to Bucky while Lils starts on Sam’s order. He looks me with slightly wide eyes, a little startled it seems that I’m still talking to and looking at him.

He freezes for a moment, “uh…um a large house coffee.”

“Of course,” Lils jumps in once again and slides a cup across the counter to him. The loud volume of her voice causes him to flinch and Sam instinctively steps in front of him. He takes the cup without another word and fills it while Sam pays and throws a shamelessly flirty smile to Lils. She mocks faintly in a fit of giggles and winks at him.

Sam turns his attention to him and subtlety jerks his chin towards the door, wordlessly asking me if I’ll walk them out. Lils caught it too and rolls her eyes before shooing us out the door.

“She means no harm. She’s just…cheery,” I tell Bucky when the door closes behind us and we step onto the side walk, “I can tell her to tone it back for when you come in next.”

Sam chuckles under his breath and tries to hide a smile behind his cup but fails miserably. Bucky shots him another one of those bored looks and rolls his beautiful eyes at him.

“You don’t have to do that,” he finally says to me and actually makes eye contact with me, “Y/N.”

I offer him another wide smile and stick my hand for him to shake. He glances down at my watch and rings before taking my hand.

“It’s nice to meet you, Bucky. Don’t let Sam fill your head with too many tales and I hope to see you soon.”

The man in question basically squawks in protests as I hug him goodbye and disappear back into the coffee shop.

About an hour after I get home, I get a text from Sam saying something along the lines of “Robo cop liked you and asked for your number.”

Moments later a D.C. number sends me a text and I quickly save it under “Bucky (aka Robo Cop according to Sam)”

That’s when it clicks who he is; Bucky Barnes, the former Winter Solider and the most attractive man I’ve ever met.

[g5mlp]

The IDW Endless Summer—My Little Pony comic has been released!

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Synopsis: "Do you ever wish summer could last forever? Well, at IDW, it can! We’re bringing you an endless summer with everyone’s favorite characters in four unique one-shots!

With a name like hers, Sunny Starscout can’t help but feel a bit bummed about summer coming to an end. After all, summer in Maretime Bay means getting together with friends in beautiful warm weather to enjoy tons of fun activities like swimming at the beach and picking the juiciest of berries, not to mention it’s the best time of the year for a smoothie! When Sunny’s friends notice how upset she is, they come together to show her that even though the season is changing, the fun doesn’t have to end!"

Writer: Stephanie Williams Artist: Natalie Haines Colorist: Heather Breckel

Cover A: Natalie Haines Cover B: Jack Lawrence Cover RI (1:10) (Coloring Book Variant): Natalie Haines Cover RI (1:25): Edgar Camacho

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PoliZ's WIP Update - 1 Nov 2023

A surprisingly strong  week -  but will probably be slowing down for the rest of the month due to Real Life Stuff.  I touched 3  fics (1 WIP & 2 new works)  for a total of  2247 words, about half of which was on one fic .

On Ao3, I posted: 

Carving Out Time Together - Pre-slash one-shot with Tony & Bucky spending time together on the seasonal activity, 

Chapter One of  Recessive Traits - a Werewolf!Tony fic featuring  Howard Stark’s A+ parenting  (and found family).

On Tumblr I posted: 

A Close Call - a pre-war mutual pining Stucky ficlet 

I have  21 semi-active WIPs  😬 with my  current  deadlines being  the WinterIron Bingo which wraps on 16 Dec and Stucky’Verse Bingo which wraps on 22 Dec.  

See  below cut for what I’m working on/planning to work on - arranged more or less by bingos/challenges/etc.  As always, feel free to send me   prompts or plot bunnies as well as asks regarding  any of these projects  or any other WIPs I’ve got out there.   Interaction really helps feed the Muse and keep me motivated!

Seek & Destroy Collab

After reading @psychiccatpanda‘s amazing   Morguna and the Green Queen, I  got the itch to explore the Soldier’s POV and talked  Faustie into   collab’ing with me!  We’re working on a new part of the series, and I’ve  contributed about 900 words towards the  2500-ish we have so far.   Going to see if I can squeeze any of my BBB squares into this fic.

Halloween Horror Bingo - [HHB_23] (unofficial end 31 Oct 2023)

This bingo is still technically active, but as of this morning I qualify for a B column bingo, so am not sure if I’ll try for any other squares at the moment.     

* B1 - Dealing with Extreme Cold  -  Posted  A Close Call to Tumblr - it crosses over with my BBB Cold  and  SVB Last Resort  squares along with the Whumptober: Delirium  prompt and came in at 817 words.  It’s less spooky and more whumpy, but hopefully still qualifies. 

* B2 - Getting Blood Samples  -  Posted the first chapter of Recessive Traits on the 29th -  It’s a crossover with my TSB  Animal Transformation square  as well as  Whumptober Troubled Past Resurfacing | “What happened to me?”  and Flufftober Soothing Touch prompts. Tony becomes a werewolf due to   Howard Stark’s A+ parenting, featuring found family before (and after) the Avengers.  The chapter came in at 934 words and chapter two is sitting at 94 with a possible third chapter to wrap things up.   

* B3 - Dealing with an Extraterrestrial   swapping in my Alt1 completed prompt:  A Hairy Situation  - No Powers WinterHawk werewolf fic. 

Fictober/Flufftober/Whumptober - [FFWtober_23] (Ends 31 Oct 2023)

I’m lumping these three prompt challenges together as I plan on mixing and matching with a goal of using at least four prompts from each list by the end of the month for a total of 12 prompts.  I made it to eleven total prompts used with one more I’d like to do – so am pretty happy with that result. 

* Whumptober Day 2: Delirium  - see  HHB Dealing with Extreme Cold 

*Fictober Day 3:  "Okay, show me."  Filled with A Falcon Turned Phoenix - a post TFaWS Sam Wilson & Joaquin Torres ficlet.  

* Flufftober Day 6: Corn Maze - filled with An A-maze-ing Afternoon - a Tony Stark/Stephen Strange bit of seasonal fluff. 

* Fictober Day 9: "I wouldn't do that if I were you." - filled with Lessons Learned  - a Sam Wilson/Clint Barton meet cute ficlet. 

* Fictober Day 12: "I'm not saying I didn't like it."  Posted  a short Chapter 2  for   Caught By the Rain and Blinded by the Lightning  as a crossover with my  TSB Pairing: Tony/Thor square. 

* Whumptober Day 15: Makeshift Bandages | Suppressed Suffering  –  see HHB  There’s something under the bed  above. 

* Fictober Day 20:  “This better be good”  and  Flufftober Day 20: Pumpkin   Filled with  Carving Out Time Together which combines these prompts with my  TSB  Holiday Fic and  WIB   Pumpkin squares and the Flash Fiction Friday prompt  By Candlelight  - it’s a bit of  pre-slash Tony & Bucky spending time together  making jack-o-lanterns.    

* Fictober Day 23:   "No, you won't understand, ever." Tweaked the prompt a bit and combined it with my  WIB Unreliable Narrator  and BBB Never the Fall that Kills You squares for  Cutting the Strings  - where Tony intervenes a bit to help recovering!Bucky get some breathing room from Steve.  It came in at  740 words and will post on  Ao3  sometime before the bingos finish.     

* Fictober Day 27:   "I don't know if they will accept this."  - This could be a fun combo with TSB  T2 - KINK: Cock-blocking 'bots. 

* Flufftober Day 28:  Soothing Touch see HHB  Getting Blood Samples above.  

*Whumptober #29:  Troubled Past Resurfacing | “What happened to me?”  see HHB  Getting Blood Samples above.  

WinterIron Bingo  - [WIB_R1]   (Ends 16 Dec 2023)

I have nineteen  fills completed and two WIPs for this brand-new bingo event that I’m helping mod!  Along with crossfilling against my other bingos,  I’m going to try to combine my B column squares for the Iron Soldier badge (complete a bingo with a single work). – Alpha Tony Stark, “That was not my intention.”, James Rhodes, Alpine loves Tony and Blind date.   (Tony POV remix of A Sugar Coated Pill?)

* N1 - Bucharest –  I think I can fold this into a future chapter of My Love is Vengeance -  where a young!Tony and a recovering!Bucky have been kidnapped by Hydra, who still thinks Bucky is the Soldier.  

* N4 - Unreliable Narrator - see FFWTober Day 23 

* G2 - Eye contact during sex - Posted  Chapter 6 of A Sugar-Coated Pill, last Friday,  where Bucky figures out what making love really means, with Tony’s help. It crossed over with BBB KINK: Gentle Sex and came in at 1177 words

* G4 - AU: College Students – looking to expand Beaten to the Punch with some backstory on Bucky and Tony as science camp counselors to fit with this square - will also cross over with my WFB  Volunteering Together square.  

* O5 - Gentle – use this poem  as inspiration?

* Oct Adoptable - Pumpkin  – see  FFWTober  Day 20.  

Stucky’Verse Bingo Round 1 - [SVB_R1]   (Ends 22 Dec)

Twelve  fills, three  WIPs and a couple of ideas.

* A1 - Harem - crossover with CABB Secret/Forbidden Relationship - Bucky and shrimpy!Steve are both concubines who love each other more than their lord. I poked at this a little for 71 words.

* A5 - Haunted Hotel -  combining with my SRB - Darcy Lewis &   pJBB B1 - Ask the neighbor if they know why your apartment is haunted squares for A Kindly Word in Grief’s Dark Hour  featuring modern!Bucky (kind of?)   and ghost!Steve.  It’s sitting at 1178 words and I plan to post on Friday as a belated Spooky Season fic.  

* A4 - Fairy Tale Curse  - this seems custom-made for a continuation of Beyond the Beast😁  Nothing written yet, other than some Vague Ideas.  

* C3 - FREE -  probably using this for Chapter 2 of   Half of the Flesh and Blood That Makes Me Whole   - a Bucky POV remix of at least the first part of Take What Was Wrong (And Make it Right), which is currently sitting at  52 words.  I’m expecting at least one more chapter, possibly two, depending on how far I want to take the remix.   

* C5 - Last Resort - see HHB Dealing with Extreme Cold 

Bucky Barnes Bingo  - [BBB_R5]   (Ends 10 Jan 2024)

I’ve got  sixteen fills,  four WIPs,   and a couple more Vague ideas.

* B2 - KINK: Seduction Mission - See SWB  Natasha Romanoff above.  

* B5 - Cold - see HHB  Dealing with Extreme Cold

*  U1 - Never the fall that kills you -  See FFWTober Day 23. 

* U3 - Fireplace -  Working on a 1980′s No Powers WinterIron fic set at a ski lodge where Tony’s being wooed by poetry and love letters that Bucky wrote to someone else.   Started poking at this as a crossover with a Love Letters prompt and it’s sitting at 129 words.

* C2 - Yelena Belova–   The plan is to use this prompt in the next chapter of Peresmešnik,  (aka Three Avengers and a Baby), which is currently sitting at 1303 words (600-ish of which are mine).

* C5 - Marriage of Convenience/Pretend Couple -  next chapter of   Lady Natasha’s Consort and Lord Steve’s Companion.    Got a spark of an idea the other day that might get me a bit further on this fic.  

* K3 - Magic -  Aro!Bucky healing with a kiss idea?

* K4 - Accidental villany - the BBB Discord party resulted in a hilarious Mob AU communal story  (mobster!Bucky & clueless!Steve plus Clint&Natasha&Scott shenanigans)   that several of us did/are going to contribute to Rashomon-style.  

Original plan was to squish this fill  into  Somewhere to Turn when I posted it to Ao3 

* Y1 - Gentle Sex – In-progress Chapter 6 of Sugar-Coated Pill- see WIB Eye Contact During Sex.

* Y3 - Alpine  - see WIB Iron Soldier combo.

* Y4 - Forgotten Things -   using this for Chapter 4 of   You Can’t Stop It With a Gun  - it’s sitting at  116 words at the moment.

* Y5 - "This might as well happen"  - see  HHB  Something Under the Bed above.

* May Adopted - Insomnia - finally got this filled with The Dead of Night, which also filled a Flash Fiction Friday prompt [#FFF211 An Old Friend] along with my JBB FREE square. It came in at 317 words and will post to Ao3 before this event ends.

* August Adopted: Take the Shot - sounds like a WinterHawk fic to me… maybe cross over with JBB Touch-starved?  Whumptober/Fictober possibilities as well. 

Tony Stark Bingo Round 7  - [TSB_R7]   (ends 15 Feb)

Fifteen   fills and one WIPs, with a couple of ideas in play.  

* S1 - Galaxy - possibly use in final chapter of   Never More to Go Astray ?  

* S3 - Pairing: Tony/Thor - see Fictober Day 12 above. 

* T2 - KINK: Cock-blocking 'bots - see Fictober Day 27 above

* T3 - A pairing you've never done - @SomeSortofItalianRoast and I are looking at collabing on a  Steve/Tony/Scott fic - possibly throw in a  Flufftober/Fictober prompt?  

* T5 - Shawarma - possible crossover with SAUB Canon Divergence – Battle of New York-related?

* A2 - KINK: Concubine - possible crossover with SAUB Gentle Dom

* A5 - Building your friends - used this for the Tony Stark Bingo Mark VII - September Round Robin - contributed 395 words to the overall fic.    

* R1 - Animal Transformation -  see HHB Getting Blood Samples

* R5 - Doppelganger/Evil Twins -   The Flash Fiction Friday prompt [#FFF214 Broken Mirror] got me at least a good start on the idea I’ve been playing with for this square. I posted NamNori on Tumblr and have a general idea of how I want to build on it to also fill my SAUB AU: Crack square. It’s currently sitting at 360 words.

* K4 - Holiday Fic - see FFWTober Day 23 above 

* September Adopted:  Tony/Stephen - see  Flufftober Day 6 above

Stony AUniverse Bingo  [SAUB_R1] (ends 15 Feb)

Another brand-new bingo I’m helping co-mod!   Six fills, three WIPs and several  crossover ideas already!

* S1 - Edging - Filled this with Ringing in the New, where Tony makes a suggestion to improve/change up their love life. It’s a crossover with a Flash Fiction Friday prompt: How Do You Use ‘It’? and came in at 324 words - I will post it to Ao3 before the event is over.

* S2 - AU: Crack - see TSB   Doppelganger/Evil Twins

* S3 - AU: Wings - see SVB FREE square

* S5 - Accidental Baby Acquisition - see BBB Yelena Belova

* T1 - AU: Fantasy -  CoffeeOwl shared a really cool dragon!Steve/indebted!Tony prompt in the ACB Discord server that I may be playing with for this.

* T4 - AU: Canon Divergence - see TSB Shawarma above.

* N2 - Mutual Pining - crossover with CABB Royal Knight?

* N3 - Gentle Dom - see TSB KINK: Concubine above

* Y4 - AU: Soulmates  -  @chrissihr  posted a cool idea about Animated soulmarks, where  only your SM sees your mark move - may try to do something with this!  

Captain (America) Bottom Bingo - Round 2 [CABB] (ends 28 Feb 2024)

I signed up for a 3x3 card for this bingo and have four fills, one WIPs and a couple of crossover ideas.

* A2 - Secret/Forbidden Relationship - see SVB Harem

* B3 - Royal Knight - see SAUB Mutual Pining.

Post July Break Bingo  [JBB_23p] (Ends Apr 2024)

@julybreakbingo is running another event to tide participants over with a 2x3 non-fandom-specific card - still working on  potential crossovers.

* A1 - “It’s you. It’s always been you.” - This might fit in with my TSB Doppelgangers/Evil Twins fill NamNori above :: ponders::

* B1 - Ask the neighbor if they know why your apartment is haunted  -  see SVB  Haunted Hotel 

* B2 - Character’s personality is split into two different beings – I’ve never played with Bucky & the Soldier being two different people, but this seems like the perfect opportunity! Will see what might be a good crossover on BBB or WIB (or even SVB)

*  C1 - Touch Starved – another good fit for a Bucky-centric fic. (Steve or Tony or Clint) possibly crossover with BBB Take the shot?

Steve Rogers Bingo - Round 3 [SRB_R3] (ends  15 Jun 2024)

Got my card and requested a few swaps - need to ponder possible crossovers, especially with SAUB, SBV   & CABB  

* C5 - Exes to Lovers  - crossover with  CABB - "B1 - "All I wanted was for you to be happy."  – Bucky or Tony as the Ex?   SAUB S4 - Arranged Marriage  might be an additional crossover  

* D1 - Multiple Submissives -  crossover with  CABB - C3 - Bath/shower sex  and SAUB  Y1 - Pre-Serum Steve Rogers?  

* E1 - Darcy Lewis - See SRB A5 - Haunted Hotel 

Warm and Fluffy   Bingo  - [WFB]   (no end date)

I got my card from  @warmandfluffybingocards back in February but really haven’t done much with it  - however, I’m picking it back up for some crossover possibilities!

 * O5 - Volunteering Together – see WIB AU: College Students

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On  other creative fronts:  I am working on a Spider-Man Stuffed With Character figure for a commission and am waiting to hear back from my  Marvel Trumps Hate  auction winners - I’ll be making either five or seven figures total (depending on whether my second-place person wants in)   

If  you’re looking for one of a kind gifts for birthdays or other celebrations, check  out Stuffed With Character    over on Facebook for a full list of my designs (now over 150!).   These soft stuffed figures are  mostly Marvel and monsters, but I have some Star Wars, Star Trek, DC   and Disney figures as well. Plus I love to take custom design   requests  for any fandom!

[drunkwooky]

May 2024 Marvel Comics Solicitations For Star Wars

All new Star Wars comics coming out in May 2024. Including a new one shot to celebrate the 25th Anniversary of The Phantom Menace.

The May 2024 solicitations from Marvel Comics are here! This post will take a look at all Star Wars comics announced for May 2024 including some thoughts on which ones pique my interest or at the very least… seem interesting. Some of the April 2024 Star Wars comics & magazines from Dark Horse Comics and Titan Comics are listed on TFAW as of me writing this, but no individual comics from Marvel…

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Walking on Dangerous Territory

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger! Reader 

Summary: John Walker never knows how to keep his mouth shut, especially when it comes to you and Bucky’s had enough of it.

Warnings: angst/fluff, violence, cursing 

A/N: Hey everyone! It’s been a while since I’ve written a fic about Bucky (that isn’t a request), so that’s where this came from. Wanted to show one of my favorite men some love. I hope you all enjoy and as always, feedback is appreciated :) 

Walking along the dirt road, you’re situated in between Bucky and Sam. 

Sam continues to stare at you and Bucky, his eyes burning holes through the side of your faces. Frustrated, you abruptly stop walking and place your hands on your hips. “Is there something wrong, Sam?” 

Sam chuckles. The man really has the nerve to laugh in your face as you’re seconds from destroying everything around you. 

“Is something funny?” Your voice is low, anger evident in your tone. Bucky reaches forward to grip your arm, holding you back from doing something you’d regret. 

Sam continues to laugh. “I just can’t believe two super soldiers got their ass kicked by a little girl.” 

Ripping your arm out of Bucky’s hold, you stomp forward. “Okay, first of all-” 

Bucky wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you flush against the front of his body. “What Y/N is trying to say is we were up against five other super soldiers, one of those being that little girl. So yeah, we got our asses kicked. We were outnumbered.”

“And,” you speak up. “From what I recall, you also experienced a beating, so I don’t know why you’re calling us out.” 

Sam walks forward and pats his hand onto your shoulder. “Just picking on you, Y/N. You know I love seeing that temper of yours coming out.” 

Pushing his hand away, you storm off, out of Bucky’s hold. “I hate you!” 

“No, you don’t! You love me!” Sam yells. 

Continuing to walk ahead, you flip him off. Sam and Bucky laugh behind you, the sound of Bucky’s voice calming you down. You may have some unresolved feelings for him, as in you love him, but would never dare to speak on it. Sam knows and even though you’ve never explicitly said anything to him, he can see right through you. Thankfully, he’s kept your feelings a secret and you’re more than grateful for that. 

The sound of an engine makes you turn around. A jeep comes to a stop in front of you, with Walker and Lemar sitting in the bed. 

Sighing, you ignore them and continue walking. The last thing you need is to be surrounded by those two. You might end up punching Walker right in his face. 

“Where you going, Y/N?” Walker calls out, his smug voice pissing you off even more. 

“Far away from you!” You yell back, desperate to get out of this situation. 

He doesn’t answer for a few seconds, but when he does, you scoff. “You don’t want a ride back, beautiful? It beats walking!” 

Whipping around, you’re about to answer, but Bucky beats you to it. “I’d back off if I were you, Walker.” 

Bucky’s tone takes you by surprise... and causes goosebumps to erupt over your skin. Why is he being so protective? Whatever the reason, it’s enough to capture your mind with some unnecessary thoughts. 

“Just get in!” Lemar yells, wanting to defuse the tension before it gets out of hand. 

Looking at Sam and Bucky, you sigh when Sam shrugs his shoulders, gesturing for the three of you to hop on. 

Bucky gets in before you, extending his hand for you to grab as you jump up. You didn’t need the help, but you appreciate the thought. 

When you sit down, you’re snuggled tightly in between Sam and Bucky, the bench being too short to comfortably accommodate the three of you. 

Walker grins at you and it makes you want to punch his face even more. “So, Y/N, it seemed like you needed a little help back there.” 

Bucky growls next to you. “Y/N can handle themselves. They don’t need help, especially not from you.” 

“And, why’s that?” Walker presses. “They have their big guard dog to look after them?” 

Bucky jumps forward and you immediately stand up, pushing on his chest to hold him back. “It’s okay,” you whisper as you look into his eyes. “He’s just a dick. Don’t let him get to you.” 

Bucky lets out a deep breath before slowly sitting back down. You sigh out in relief, not really wanting to deal with another brawl on a moving car. 

But, Walker just doesn’t seem to know when to stop. “I’m just saying that if you do need a partner, I’m always here. In more ways than one.” 

Bucky bucks up again and you hold him down with a hand on his arm. 

“Don’t you have a wife?” Sam asks, his voice accusatory. “I wonder how she’d feel to know you’re constantly hitting on Y/N.” 

Walker looks away, his face red with embarrassment. 

Bucky takes this moment to speak up. “The next time you so much as look at Y/N the wrong way, I won’t hold back.”

“Ah,” Walker responds. “So, you are the guard dog.” 

In two seconds, Bucky is on him, punching him square in the face. It happens so fast, you don’t have the time to grab him beforehand. 

“Bucky!” You yell, wrapping your arms around his waist to pull him backwards. 

Walker spits to the side before wiping the blood that’s spewing from his nose. His eyes narrow at Bucky, shooting imaginary daggers at him. “This isn’t over.” 

As the Jeep comes to a stop, Bucky jumps out before turning around to help you down. “Looking forward to the next meeting, John!” 

Sam snickers at his response before jumping out himself. “Thanks for the ride! You should get some tissues for that nose!” 

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Stepping back into your safehouse, you place your stuff down before looking at Bucky. “Look, I know Walker’s a jerk, alright? But, we can’t just go around punching everyone who says something we don’t like!” 

Bucky chuckles, his laugh dark. “Something we don’t like? The man is harassing you and I’m not going to just sit around and let him do it!” 

Sam looks between the two of you, shock written all over his face at the sudden outburst. “I’m just going to go to bed.” 

“Good!” Bucky yells over to him. 

“See you in the morning!” You yell at the same time. 

“Uh-huh,” Sam says, slowly nodding his head and quickly leaving the room. 

Once he’s gone, you and Bucky compete in a staring contest, serious expressions plastered on your faces. 

You cross your arms over your chest. “Wanna explain what’s wrong?” 

Bucky mimics you. “I already did.” 

You scoff. “Okay, and I get that, but you’ve never actually punched him before! You usually just say some harsh words back and then move on!” 

“Yeah, well he deserved it and I don’t regret doing it, if that’s what you want me to say.” 

Sighing, you decide to just agree with him. This conversation was going nowhere and fast. “Thank you for standing up for me. Next time though, could you hold back on the punches?” 

Bucky laughs again, the sound sending chills down your spine. “He’s lucky I didn’t kill him.” 

“O-kay. And, here we are. Back at square one.” 

“What do you want me to say to you, Y/N? That I’m sorry for doing it? Because I’m not. I’m not going to just sit there and let some asshole say shit like that to you!” 

“You know I can handle myself!” You’re starting to get pissed. You know he means well, but you can fight your own battles. 

“I know you can, but I’m sick of fucking Walker and his numerous crude attempts to get in your pants!” 

You walk away, heading into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. All of this yelling is making your head hurt. 

Bucky follows you, close at your heels. “I don’t even understand why you’re so mad. It’s like you don’t want me to stand up for you!” 

“It’s not that! I just don’t want you punching people for no reason!” 

“I had every damn reason to punch him! How many times do I have to explain it?!” 

“Okay, Buck. Okay.” You walk past him, heading towards your room. “I’m going to bed.” 

Bucky grabs your arm before you can walk any further. “Hey… I’m sorry, doll. I don’t want to fight with you.” 

Turning around, you stare into his warm, blue eyes. He looks tired, strained from the beating all of you took today. 

“It’s okay. I know you mean well and I appreciate it. I really do… I just don’t want to see you get hurt.” 

He moves closer, trapping you against the nearest wall. “Don’t worry about me, doll. I’d do anything for you. You’re my main concern.” 

“Not Sam?” You joke. 

He chuckles and this time, it’s sincere. “No, not Sam. I mean, I care about him, but it’s not like with you.” 

“And, what makes me so different?” 

Leaning forward, his arms rest against the wall, his face mere inches from yours. “You’re the one that’s captured my heart. Not him.” 

“Is Mr. Barnes implying that he has feelings for me?” You smile shyly, a contradiction to your confident words. 

“You’re damn right I do, doll.” He’s staring directly at your lips, not even bothering to be discreet. “Tell me you feel the same way, so I can kiss you already.” 

His eyes drill into yours and you bite your lip in response, your body heating up with desire. “Always have,” you whisper. 

His lips are on yours then, devouring you whole. You moan into the kiss and he takes that opportunity to slide his tongue inside your mouth. 

As he bites down on your lower lip, your arms slide around his neck, pulling him even closer. It’s addicting and you never want to-

A slow clap sounds next to you and the two of you jump apart. When you turn, you see Sam standing there, a huge grin on his face. “My, my, my. I thought the day would never come. Tinman and Y/N. What a sight!” 

Bucky groans, dragging his hand down his face. “Seriously? Can you get out of here please?” 

Sam laughs as he turns to head back into his room. “Make sure to send me an invitation for the wedding!” 

You look down at the ground and laugh, shaking your head. 

“He’s something, isn’t he?” 

Looking back up at Bucky, you nod your head. “Yeah… Yeah, he is.” 

Bucky puts out his hand, gesturing for you to take it and you do, letting him lead you to his bedroom. “So, when should it be?” 

“When should what be?” 

Bucky wiggles his eyebrows. “Our wedding.” 

You playfully slap your hand against his arm. “I can’t with you. Let’s just get to bed.” 

“Oh, I plan on taking you to bed, all right.” 

As soon as he says that, he’s picking you up, carrying you bridal style in his arms. You let out a shriek as he starts to run, entering his room and plopping you onto his bed. 

He gets on top of you, pining your arms above your head. “We’ve got a long night ahead of us, doll.”

[cupids-crystals]

Banana Pancakes (B.B.)

Word Count: 0.8k

Summary: Sunday mornings with Bucky

Notes: a short comfort fic to make up for my recent creativity drought; no major warnings, descriptions of eating and cooking, tooth-rotting fluff. No reader pronouns.

Sitting at the kitchen table, one foot tucked under your leg and the other swinging softly through the air, you decided that you wanted to live in this moment forever.

Bucky stood a few feet away, filling you in on his week while he prepared breakfast. You bit back a smile as he started another story about his adventures with Sam, waving the spatula in his hand while he spoke.

The warmth of mid-morning had crept into the room, leaving you grateful for the thin, mismatched pajamas that you had worn to bed the night before. The sunlight streaming through the kitchen curtains stole your attention momentarily as you traced the spots where the rays landed on the wooden tabletop in front of you.

“Blueberries or strawberries?” Bucky spoke, drawing your attention to the plate of golden-brown pancakes held in his vibranium hand.

“Bananas,” you answered decidedly.

The first time Bucky had attempted his hand at cooking, you’d spent the morning scraping pancake batter from the cabinets, consoling your chagrined counterpart and his wounded ego. After countless attempts, he’d managed to fine-tune his technique, proudly showing off his skills with any chance he got.

“Bananas,” he echoed, grabbing the fruit from its place on the countertop.

This had become a tradition for the two of you – spending Sunday mornings away from the rest of the world, enjoying each other’s company in secluded bliss.

Bucky slid your plate in front of you, placing a kiss to your hairline before settling into his seat. You grinned gratefully at him, mumbling your thanks and grabbing the maple syrup from the middle of the table.

Fixing your plate in silence, you appreciated the familiar clinking of silverware against porcelain – the sound of good company and simple pleasure.

Bucky poured his coffee, stirring a spoonful of sugar into his mug. To anyone else, the hint of sweetness would go unnoticed; you thought the saccharine undertone was the perfect analogy for your brunet counterpart.

You passed the syrup over to Bucky, licking the sticky sweetness from your thumb with a pleased hum. He accepted the bottle from you, mindful of the molasses trailing down the side.

“This looks amazing,” you praised, eyes wide as saucers as you admired Bucky’s work.

The fluffy pancakes were perfectly centered on your plate, framed by the green ivy wreath that adorned all of your dishes. Bucky had picked the set himself, noting that the print reminded him of the chipped, faded set that his mother had owned. Still sometimes, he imagined her joining the two of you for Sunday breakfast, like two lifetimes melded together over tiny, shared details.

“Thank you, sugar,” he replied from behind his steaming mug.

You grabbed your fork from the table, digging into your breakfast happily. Bucky followed suit, picking a strawberry from the edge of his plate and popping it into his mouth.

The two of you shared light conversation through mouthfuls of food, appreciating the moment of stillness in your everchanging lives. No matter what you were faced with, Sunday would always meet you again.

Bucky finished first, pushing his plate away with a groan. “I always make too many pancakes,” he noted, running his hand over his face.

“There’s no such thing as too many pancakes,” you laughed, pointing your fork in his direction.

You finished eating just after Bucky, praising him again before gathering the dishes to wash.

“Let me help,” Bucky offered, grabbing the mugs and following you to the sink.

The two of you worked in tandem, close enough that your shoulders touched while standing over the soapy water. You took over scrubbing the dirty dishes while Bucky stood beside you with a towel over his shoulder.

“What should we do today?” you asked, handing Bucky a plate to dry.

“Maybe a nap,” he suggested after a thoughtful pause.

You shook your head playfully, laughing at his plans. “We just woke up.”

He left your side momentarily, putting the clean dishes away before returning and wrapping his arms around your waist.

“It’s Sunday,” he mumbled into your shoulder. “We deserve to relax.”

“That’s true,” you agreed, drying your hands and leaning into Bucky’s frame behind you. “I can never argue with your logic.”

The two of you were quick to settle on the couch, a pile of blankets pooling over you and Alpine curled up at your feet. The feline had joined you just after breakfast, purring softly at the notion of a midday nap.

“Are you comfortable?” Bucky asked, his thumb tracing over your side as he held you close to his chest.

You hummed your approval, eyes fluttering shut with a sudden lethargy. You were exactly where you needed to be – wrapped in Bucky’s embrace on a lazy Sunday morning. Tomorrow, you return to your tumultuous lives; today, you revel in the quietude.

[teebarnes]

All I Want | TFATWS!Bucky x Reader

Summary: Bucky tells you he’s ready to start dating; not anyone random, but you, he wants to date you.

W/c: 980

Warning(s): Fluff, just a simple conversation.

A/N: I was gardening and listening to a podcast and this image suddenly popped into my head. Please bare with me, I have assignments that are to be completed, so posting will slow down a bit.

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Bucky had been helping you build a space in the backyard of your new home that you have recently moved into. This was going to be your home for a while, and you thought you might as well make it feel more like home.

You sat on your legs, planting a lemon tree into your garden, while you and Bucky made conversation. He was someone you happened to bump into on the way to a therapy session. You were reading a book and happened to be crossing paths, you were too into your book that you abruptly smacked into him. The profuse apologies created an unrequited friendship between the pair of you.

Walks around the city turned into morning café dates which then turned into late-night conversations lying on the balcony of your old home. Now that you had moved, Bucky was almost over every single day.

Using the shovel, you feed through a bit more dirt around the lemon tree to hold it steady; Bucky had a succulent ready in his hand for when you finished planting the other. "See! I do a good job at gardening." You chuckled, extending your hand out to Bucky for the next plant. Gently placing the succulent into the nook you made for it, you began to adjust it. "I've been thinking a lot recently and I think I'm ready to start dating, doll." He smiled, handing you another succulent for you to plant into the ground. You turned to him while simultaneously planted the succulent, a bright smile on your face. "That's great, Buck!"

You two talked a lot about relationships, why you weren't in one, why he wasn't in one. Your reason, because you were waiting for the right one, if the right one was him, you didn't know back then, but you knew now. He, however, wasn't ready for a relationship, and you understood that. He told you all about his past because he could trust you. You were unequivocally proud that he was ready. The only thing that never left your mind was the feelings you've developed for Bucky over the time you've known him.

"You know, you should try dating apps, I heard they're great." You spoke while patting the substrate around your flowers. While you went on your rant about dating apps, Bucky couldn't help but stare at you. Smiling, he knew he wouldn't try dating apps because he wanted to be with you. And here you were, obliviously offering him dating tips.

"…Buck?" You softly waved a hand in his face to get his attention. He came back to reality, still staring at you; you chuckled a bit, "did you hear me?" You asked, and he shook his head.

You rolled your eyes, sighing, "I said could you please pass me some more substrate." You smiled; he nodded, getting a bucket more of substrate for you. You sighed, watching him, "I see why Sam gets a bit annoyed when you ignore him", You joked. Bucky lighting laughed, shaking his head, "That's because I want to tune him out." He spoke, your eyebrows raised, you squinted at him, "Ah, so that's what you were doing with me… huh? Tuning me out." You laughed.

"Of course not…" a smirk played on his face. He watched as your hair fell in front of your face; he wiped his hand a bit before reaching to tuck the hair behind your ear. You slightly turned to him, "Thanks Buck." You smiled, thanking him for the gesture. "So… are you going to try dating apps?" You changed the sitting position, now with your legs crossed and your body leaning over the wooden rail of your garden.

He just looked at you as you awaited his answer. "Buck?" You turned to face him; his mind was somewhere else again. "Buck?" You lightly whispered, which caught his attention, "Mh?", lightly laughing through your nose as you shook your head.

"Dating apps? What are your thoughts." You asked; the both of you momentarily stopped working on the garden. "I don't think I'll be using em' doll." He smiled at you. With a confused look on your face, he saw your reaction; with a light chuckle, he brought a hand up to your face, caressing away the dirt you'd gotten on your face.

"Because, you're all I want." Both of you locked eyes with each other, and you were trying to process what he said. "M-me?" You stumbled over your question. Bucky nodded, "s'been you since the day we first met…" he softly smiled. A sweets smile formed on your face before you pushed the bag of pot mix that was between you. You moved closer before embracing him in a big hug, which causes Bucky to fall backwards.

You chuckled as he fell back, and you fell on top of him in your hug. "So I'm guessing you like me too?" He asked; a shy smile formed, and he knew what your answer was. Laying on his chest, you both had grub all over you. But the both of you didn't care.

"I mean… always… but I didn't know if you'd like me back, and on top of that... you weren't ready." You smiled brightly; he hands his hands at your hips, holding you on top of him. Your hands were at both sides of his head. "I like you back, a lot! and I am ready for this." he smiled, pointing between the two of you.

So, you went for it, leaning in. You softly closed your eyes, connecting your lips to Buckys. You could feel his smile as he kissed into you, which made you smile more.

"Finally!"

You heard both of you turned, looking at the gate; Sam stood there with beers in hand and three cases of pizza. "you both were killing me." he groaned.

Bucky laughed along with you; turning back to look at you, he gently used his hand to guide your attention back to him before pulling you into another kiss.

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[christowhore]

Just A Taste

pairing: bucky barnes x sexworker!fem!reader

summary: you give bucky head. that's the plot.

word count: 2k

warnings: pwp?, smut, handjob, blowjob, throat fucking, fondling, prostate milking, deep throating, public sex, paid sexual acts !!! 18+ MINORS DNI !!!

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prompts: “Beg for it." // "Come one more time for me, I know you’ve got it in you.”

Bucky's large frame towered over you as you sat back on your haunches below him. His body tense, as he looked down at you with pleading eyes.

“If you want my pretty little mouth, you’re gonna have to use your words love.”

The brunette never imagined himself in his current position. Back pressed up against the brick wall behind his neighborhood bar. His eyes darting back and forth to watch for any wandering eyes that might witness the impending lewd acts about to be performed in that darkened alleyway.

Looking down at you with your wide doe eyes and slick lip gloss covered lips he remembered what brought him here.

With the constant involvement with battle and defending his country, he never had the chance to aid his sexual desires, always needing to push them to the back of his mind.

But over time, those repressed urges began to overflow and now he was desperate for a release. Yes, he could’ve headed back home and rubbed one out with his hand, but he was longing for a woman’s touch. The soft caress that only a dame could deliver to him.

So when he was sitting there at the bar that night by his lonesome and locked eyes with you, he knew he had to achieve some sort of release.

He knew what you were, a ‘lady of the night.’ Though he didn’t care, in fact it made him even more intrigued. The way your eyes sized him up and the curl of your lips had him in a trance. So much that he didn’t realize that you made your way over to sit next to the soldier.

After a bit of flirty banter, mainly coming from yourself, he was convinced to head out with you.

That’s what landed him in his current position; pants brought down to his thighs, cock straining against his briefs and a beautiful woman like you ready to take him all, for a reasonable price that is.

“Beg for it,” you purred up at the man, “Beg and I’ll take away all of that frustration you got bottled up.”

Bucky sighed, a mix of frustration and desperation flowing through him. Locking eyes with you, he finally spoke up, “Please, I need it so damn bad. I need you.”

With his confirmation, you tucked your digits into the band of his underwear and pulled it down to join his pants. The action caused his dick to smack against him, the tip of him angry and desperate for attention.

“Oh what a pretty cock you have, baby. I’m gonna have a lot of fun with you.”

You took the thick base of him in your palm, the sudden contact made the man above you whimper and buck into your hand. “Fucking hell.”

His length was large and girthy, his thickness making you unable to fully wrap your fingers around him.

Bringing him to your lips, you spit onto his length and stroked. The sounds of his soft pleas egging you on and fueling your ego.

“Please, I need more,” his voice came out desperate as he begged, making you chuckle.

“Well, since you asked so nicely.”

Leaning forward, you brought the fat head to you and attached your lips. Sucking on his tip and swallowing the leaking droplets of precum that oozed out of him. He tasted absolutely delicious and you longed for more.

With his cock already in your mouth, you pushed him deeper in and down your throat. Through years of experience, you were able to repress your gag reflex, the skill you were very much thankful for in this moment.

“Ohh- thank you.”

His politeness had you smiling around his length, your throat too stuffed to properly respond.

Bucky felt like he was on cloud nine due to the soft feel of your mouth. Your cheeks hollowed around him as your tongue caressed the dorsal vein on the underside of his cock. The action alone had him feeling like he was floating.

This was the moment that he so desperately needed. The feel of his shaft deep in your hot, wet mouth was a well needed treat after years of hard work and dedication to preserving the ‘American Dream’.

You made work on his thick cock, the girth stretching your lips to encompass it all. The stretch was a delicious burn that you took without complaint. The gravel that pierced your exposed knees was a small price to pay for the delight of sucking off the well known Avenger.

Excess drool began to seep out of the confines of your mouth and began to cascade the expanse of his wide thighs, which Bucky didn’t mind. He was so far gone from your tantalizing actions, you could’ve done anything to him and he would take it with a smile on his face.

Bucky felt your mouth suckle on his cock, your left hand stroke what couldn’t fit, and your right fondle his balls. The stimulation turned him into a mewling mess. “Oh god sweets, please don’t fucking stop.”

You hummed along to his request, the action causing vibrations to shoot up his shaft and enlarge his manhood even more. An act that you didn’t think was possible.

His hips began to absentmindedly buck into you, his cock throat fucking you with wild abandonment. The assault sure to leave your voice hoarse and throat out of commission for some time.

Bucky looked down at you with hooded eyes, “Baby I’m- fuck I’m about to cum.”

You continued your efforts to help him achieve release. You suctioned your cheeks in even tighter, the fleshy feel of your mouth feeling like heaven against his dick. Your hand that was stroking his base tightened into a semi closed ring. And his balls were being groped and tugged, to help him reach his peak.

Forgetting that he was still in a public setting, Bucky came with a shout. “Yes, shit!”

His load shot down your throat while you felt his balls throb in your hand. You continued to massage the flesh in order to prolong his peak and in a selfish way to taste more of him.

Overstimulation began to seep in, making the brunette shy away, but you weren’t having it.

“Cum one more time for me, I know you’ve got it in you, super soldier. I wanna make sure you feel really relaxed.”

Due to the serum flowing through his veins, his refractory period was basically nonexistent, causing him to remain hard in the warmth of your hand that surrounded him.

You moved your mouth up a tad to focus your efforts on his head. The spongy feel of his tip felt like heaven on your tongue.

Bucky watched as your hands twisted and turned up and down his shaft, the action made easier due his length being covered with your spit. Both hands went opposite directions with their strokes, causing his head to slam against the wall.

“Jesus baby you’re gonna be the fucking death of me,” the brunette gushed down at you. You looked up at him and saw a beautiful sight unfolding before you.

His lips were swollen and parted, allowing battered breaths to come free. Eyelids fluttered shut while his brows furrowed, trying to make sense of the immense amount of bliss he was experiencing for the first time in a while. Even his cheeks began to heat up, a slight tinge of red making its way across his face. He looked absolutely breathtaking and you made a mental screenshot in order to remember this moment forever.

Though he had just experienced the extraordinary feeling of an orgasm, he felt another one suddenly approaching, but it felt different, more intense, than the one before.

You could tell he was about to burst at the seams again so you decided to up the ante. Covering your fingers with your spit and lowering your right hand to rest under his balls, you massaged your slick index finger against his taut asshole, softly prodding it.

“Is this okay?” you questioned after slightly removing his head from your mouth, but keeping close enough to where he could still feel your warm breath against his tip.

Bucky had never been involved in a lewd act such as that back in his day, but he was so enamored by you that he longed to do anything you asked as long as it was with you. So he nodded along to your inquiry, “Yes, please, do whatever.”

With his permission, you slowly inserted your soaked digit into his asshole. A desperate and filthy groan left his lips at the sudden intrusion. He felt your finger stroke his walls until you were met with his prostate. The sensation caused his eyes to bulge out and his body to turn to putty in your hands.

In an effort to stabilize himself, Bucky slammed his glove-covered vibranium hand into the wall behind him, digging his fingers into the material in order to stay upright. The sounds of crumbling brick hitting the concrete echoed through the empty alleyway; the noise pairing deliciously with your slurping.

“Fucking, ohh.”

You curled your finger and used the pad of the digit to massage the bulging, fleshy muscle.

In all of your years as a sex worker, you had been with countless of patrons. From regular folk hoping to have a quickie, to political figures who wanted to be used and abused. But with all of those under your belt, you had never felt so powerful until this moment.

You had an Avenger, weak in the knees and at your mercy just by a few motions. Knowing that this was most likely going to be a one time affair, you decided to make the most out of it.

Bucky was approaching his peak, the vein on the underside of his cock the clear indicator. Removing your hand, you expanded your throat to take him all.

With the aide of your saliva, you swallowed his entire length until your nose was pressed into the wisps of hair on his crotch. You aided your efforts by using your free hand to fondle his balls and press a finger against his perineum.

The combination of your soft mouth and your wandering fingers made his eyes cross and a hoarse shout left his lips. “Sh-shit!”

Bucky’s cock exploded in your mouth, his cum spurted out in ribbons down your tongue. Even though you had every inch of him inside your mouth, he still tried to push in deeper. The act causes your face to press into his soft skin, inhaling the scent of his mint body wash.

The brunette stood there for what seemed like hours, coming down from his life changing release. The rise and fall of his chest was dramatic but soon returned to a steady rhythm.

Once you felt him soften completely in your mouth, you removed him and tucked him back into his briefs. As you rose to your feet, you brought his jeans with you until they were back on his hips before fastening the button and zipping him up.

You watched him with a proud smile as he came to his senses. “You did so good for me, sweetheart. You look much more relaxed than an hour ago.”

Bucky reciprocated your smile before remembering what he was expected to do. He lazily reached into his back pocket in search of his wallet. Once the leather was in his palm, he tried to reach for a bill before your hand stopped him.

“It’s on the house Sergeant,” you chirped at the man, “Consider it a ‘thank you’ for serving your country.”

And with a sly wink, you sauntered away from the distressed man, wiping your tear streaked and spit covered face. The act an effort to hide any evidence of your prior actions from passerby’s on the trek back home.

This was one of the few times in your career that you didn’t accept your due settlement. But with a sore throat, a stomach full of cum and the mental image of that glorious man in pure ecstasy caused by your actions, that was payment enough.

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[mutants-and-soldiers]

Sweet Delay

summary || You had long since given up finding your soulmate. The scars where your mark should be made plenty sure of that. It isn’t until Bucky comes along with his metal arm and missing soulmark that you find a little bit of hope.

pairing || tfaws!bucky x Reader

word count || ~4600

warnings || Light angst, soulmate AU, quick burn, fluff, hurt/comfort, smut, oral (f recieving), unprotected sex (TW: Scars) — 18+ ONLY//MINORS DNI

“And then we just...locked eyes and our marks just...changed!” your coworker states, showing off the beautiful designs on her wrist that were now a bright golden color. Just yesterday, it had been a few drab, straight grey lines on her wrist. Now the lines had curled and swirled around each other until they made a delicate, feminine pattern.

“Oh my god how romantic!” the other teacher at the table gushes, touching the mark with her fingers. “Is he cute? Do you have a picture?”

You try to smile and be happy but...it’s all fake. It made you insanely jealous to hear your two best friends go on and on about their soulmates. You look down at your own mark and grimace at the scars. It was the straight lines like Merediths had been but instead of being grey...they were scarred flesh.

They had been that way since you were born. The doctors couldn’t really figure out what it meant because there were no recorded instances of a baby being born with dead-lines. Scars usually meant your soulmate was dead. It meant you would never meet your soulmate and that the best you could hope for were the lines lighting back up with a new soulmate (this only happened 1% of the time with dead-lines) or falling in love with another person whose soulmate had already died.

At your age, there was very little chance that you would end up with someone who already had dead-lines. You were in your 6th year of teaching music at this elementary school in Louisiana. There weren’t any teachers or people you were close to with dead-lines. They were either with their soulmates or waiting for them, which meant you were good for nothing other than a quick fuck.

“I’ve got to go,” you smile at your friends.

You quickly leave, unable to truly be happy for them while they talk about their soulmates. There were enough problems in the world after the new Captain America’s naming and the fact that he lived in this small little town to worry about. The kids were ramped up because of it and were hard to deal with sometimes.

Distracted, you turned a corner without thinking and bumped right into a brick wall of a man. “Butter biscuits!” you mutter, stepping back to catch yourself before you could fall.

“Butter biscuits?” a smooth voice laughed, making you look up.

He was handsome, and slightly familiar, with his masculine face, hint of five o’ clock shadow and piercing slate blue eyes. You feel your chest tighten at the little sideways grin he has on his face. “Uh…” you say unintelligently. “Can’t cuss...it’s a school.”

He gives a little laugh, “I guess you’re right. Sorry about runnin’ into you.”

“No, no, I ran into you!” you laugh, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “Do you know where you’re headed? I can help you find where you’re going.”

The man looked around at the multiple hallways and shrugged. “I’m not too big of a man to admit I’m lost,” he smirked playfully, earning a chuckle from you. “I’m Bucky.”

You give him your name as you shake his hand. He’s wearing gloves, which is odd considering how hot it was outside, but to each their own. You knew kids who refused to take their oversized hoodies off because the fabric made them feel comfortable. Everyone had something they wanted to hide about their bodies, including this beautiful man.

“I’m headed for the cafeteria. I promised someone I’d eat lunch with them today,” he explained, following you when you turned around.

“Oh, that’s nice of you! Which student?” you ask, as you reach out to open the cafeteria door for him. He quickly grabs it from you so that you can walk into the loud room first.

He was about to answer when someone screamed from across the cafeteria, “Uncle Buck!”

He gave a dramatic ‘oof’ when the young man plowed right into him for a huge hug. “Hey, AJ, told you I’d be here,” the man smiled, patting the kid on the back gently.

AJ said your name excitedly, “This is my Uncle Buck! He’s a superhero!”

You looked over at the man with a smile, “Oh yeah? He didn’t tell me that, AJ.”

“Oh yeah, he fought the Flag Smashers with my Uncle Sam!” AJ went on, taking both your hand and Bucky’s hand to drag you to the table where his friends made room. “Uncle Buck, this is my music teacher.”

“Music teacher, huh?” the man said, looking over AJ’s head. “Sorry to lump you into lunch with the kiddos.”

You were going to answer when AJ started bouncing up and down. “Come on, Uncle Buck, show them the arm!” he shouted, catching everyone’s attention around the table. It was obvious that everyone knew what his arm looked like even if you didn’t.

“Now, now, guys,” you placate the children gently. “If Mr. Bucky doesn’t want to show off his arm he doesn’t have to. That is his choice to make, remember? We ask nicely but people are allowed to say no.”

The group groaned loudly at your usual teacher talk. “Uncle Buck, will you please show them your arm?” AJ adapted with those big brown puppy dog eyes. You cringed a little, knowing how hard it was to say no to that cute little face. You looked at Bucky, startled when he was looking at you with his intense eyes.

“Sure, okay, alright,” Bucky laughed, getting a round of excited screaming and cheering from the group. He first took off the black leather glove on his left hand. Your eyes widened when you realized his hand was completely metal. He then shucked off the jacket and you realized it went all the way up under the black t-shirt’s sleeve. “There? Happy?”

The kids gawked at the arm, asking if they could touch it but you were focused on the metal wrist for a different reason. Your fingers instinctively touched your left wrist where the scars were. He didn’t have his soulmate mark either. He wasn’t wearing a ring or any indicator that he had a partner but that didn’t mean anything. Someone that handsome surely had a partner, right?

He caught you staring at his arm and glanced at where you were touching the marks on your wrist. Sadness and sympathy passed through those beautiful eyes but he didn’t say anything. You were grateful for the small kindness.

Checking the time, you realized you were almost late for your next class. “I’ve got to get ready for my next class,” you said with a smile. Some of the kids groaned which made you laugh. “You’ll see me when you have music class next. Nice to meet you, Bucky.”

You had almost made it to the door when you heard the man say, “Wait!”

Turning around, you found the man standing in front of you with a little bit of apprehension on his face. “I just...you doing anything tonight? It’s Friday and the Wilsons were going to have a barbeque. I...would you like to come? I get it if it’s weird being around your students after hours but-”

“I’d love to,” you say, surprising even yourself. Maybe it was the fact that he didn’t have a soulmate mark or perhaps it was because it meant he didn’t have a partner. Either way, you felt compelled to say yes. “Here.” You quickly pulled out a pad of sticky notes and pen from your pocket.

“Do you...keep those on you at all times?” he laughed, accepting the sticky note with your phone number on it.

You give him a look, “I’m a teacher...of course I do!”

You both laugh for a few seconds before AJ is calling after Bucky again. “I’ve got to get back but...I’ll text you the details, yeah?”

“Sounds great,” you smile, feeling the warmth in your chest.

It was right after school that you got the text message that you had been thinking about all day. It made you jump nearly out of your skin. You fumbled with the phone as you tried to pick it up from your desk, dropping it a few times before finally tapping the screen.

Hey, it’s Bucky. The BBQ is starting at 4pm at the Wilson house. Know where that is?

You quickly type back a reply. Yeah, I know where it is. I’m excited about it. Thanks for inviting me!

You grab your things while waiting for a response, walking the few blocks to get to your house. You counted yourself as lucky that your mother had left you your house long before the blip. So many people had bought houses afterwards and then when all of those people came back...it was just chaos.

I’m excited too. Sam’s over the moon. Sorry if he’s weird.

You laughed at the text message, tossing the phone to the bed so you could get dressed. It was a fight with yourself to stay casual. It felt like a date, though you had no right to think that, truthfully. You grabbed your favorite pair of jeans and a simple, white blouse with long, flowy sleeves and cold-shoulder holes before looking at yourself in the mirror.

You were on the fence about grabbing a pair of heels but decided on your light blue canvas shoes instead. It was most likely going to be outside. You wanted to keep things simple. Overall, you felt pretty good about yourself as you grabbed your keys and bag.

The Wilson house wasn’t too far from yours so you walked. It was a nice day, if not a little hot. School was about over so it was quite muggy. You were glad for the choice to wear lighter clothing because even just the short walk had you sweating.

You walked up the driveway that was lined with trees and could hear the commotion before you even saw the house. The only people you could see were the family and Bucky; you smiled when you saw Bucky picking up the older boy, Cass, playfully holding him into the air above his head. The muscles in his real arm flexed all the way up to his neck and even from where you were standing it was impressive.

AJ yelled your name, running across the distance to give you a tight hug. “You came!” he said happily, bouncing up and down. Once Cass was put down, he came over too.

“Cass, look at how big you’ve gotten!” you say, hugging the taller boy tightly. “How’s middle school?”

“It’s good,” he smiled, pushing his glasses up his nose. “Playing trombone in the band.”

“Are you?! That’s fantastic!” you gush, looking up when Bucky walks over. He looked good in his faded jeans that had a few holes in them and his dark red henley. His metal arm wasn’t covered this time and you enjoyed the black and gold pattern. “You need to tell me when your concert is and I’ll come listen!”

Cass’ eyes lit up. “Really?! Mom!” he yelled, running over to his mother who was standing with Sam near the grill. AJ ran after him, caught up in all the excitement.

It left you alone with Bucky, who, for all his masculinity and big muscles, seemed a little unsure. “I’m glad you came on such short notice,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck.

You smile up at him, gesturing so that the two of you could walk towards the group. “I’m glad you invited me. I haven’t seen Cass since he started middle school,” you say easily, noticing the man was freshly shaven. “Sam, Sarah, it’s so nice to see you again!”

Sarah wraps her arms around your neck, embracing you like you were family. “It’s so good to see you too! I wanted to personally thank you for all of the noise that’s been happenin’ in my house!” she teased, looking pointedly at Cass.

You laugh brightly, “It gets better, I promise!”

“I’ll take your word for it,” Sam butts in, giving you a side hug with a mischievous look on his handsome face. “AJ can’t stop talking about that rap you did the other week.”

There is a distinct warming of your cheeks when Bucky levels you with a look that is equal parts impressed and curious. “Rap?” he asked, accepting a beer from Sarah.

“Yeah, it was great!” AJ cuts in, waving his arms around while chanting, “There’s a Wocket in my Pocket, There’s a Wocket in my Pocket!”

“It was a Dr. Seuss rap,” you admit, lips thinning with a bit of embarrassment. “And, trust me, the kids did way better than I did once they learned it!”

“Well, I’d love to hear that but do you want a drink first? We’ve got seltzers, ciders and beer,” Bucky offered, showing you his beer.

“I’ll take a cider,” you smile thankfully, watching him walk off. It left you with Sam and Sarah who seemed far too eager to have you there. “Congratulations on your new title, Sam. It’s all the kids can talk about at school.”

Sam seemed a little sheepish but smiled. “Thanks, still gettin’ used to all the attention,” he admitted softly. “I’m kind of shocked Bucky invited you, truthfully.”

You could tell a subject change when you saw one so you let it go. “Me too,” you whisper, rubbing the back of your neck.

You know the looks that they’re both giving you too well. It was a mixture of sympathy and sadness. They knew what your marks looked like and they probably assumed your soulmate had died a long time ago. There weren’t many people who knew the truth because that made them pity you and you hated pity.

Thankfully, Bucky rescued you by walking over to hand you a bottle. “It’s a seasonal cider that I really like,” he explained, either completely obvious to the atmosphere or ignoring it on purpose. “It’s got some peaches in it.”

“Oh that sounds amazing,” you say while taking a swig. The fruitiness burst across your tastebuds with the slight hint of crisp peach. “That’s good!”

You were expecting more people to show up but it became very evident that this was just a family party. It made you feel just a tiny bit awkward as you sat down at the picnic table at the edge of the sandy beach. AJ and Cass tried to frame you but Sam was quick to send the older of the two into one of the foldable chairs at the end so Bucky could take the spot.

You had to admit that it had been a long time since you had been invited to something like this. Both of your parents were dead and your siblings were all scattered across the states and you hated most of your extended family so you never got to do things like BBQ’s. It was nice and casual. Sam and Bucky’s banter made you giggle while Sarah’s expressions and the kids’ jokes had you rolling.

It wasn’t until the sun started to go down that you realized how late it was. “I had better head home,” you say, downing the rest of your drink quickly. It was your third cider in a few hours so you were pleasantly buzzed but not so much you couldn’t walk home.

“Let me walk you,” Bucky said immediately.

You said your good-byes before heading down the beach with Bucky. “We can walk most of the way on the beach and then we can cut through some backyards to my house,” you explained, mostly to fill the silent air with talk. You didn’t want him to think you were trying to be romantic or anything.

“Mind if I take off my shoes?” he asked, waiting for you to shake your head before taking the shoes and socks off. You followed suit, happy to hold the shoes dangling from your fingers. “Nothing beats having your toes in the sand.”

The laugh you let out was probably the most genuine you ever had. “That’s why I decided to stay here,” you explain, brushing some hair out of your face when the wind picked up. It brushed your eyelashes with saltwater. “I do miss the mountains but I love the sea.”

The two of you casually walk down the beach in comfortable silence. “Can I ask you a question?” he finally said, looking at you.

“Only if I get to ask a question afterwards,” you smile, knowing what was coming.

He nods, gesturing at your left arm. “What happened?”

You subconsciously touch your wrist where the welted scars were, deciding if you wanted to make up a story or tell him the truth. It took a moment before you just gave a deep sigh. “I was born with the scars,” you finally admit quietly, holding your wrist up to look at the straight lines. “None of the doctors seem to know why it was like that or what to do about it. I’ve just...always lived knowing my soulmate is dead.”

He gets a weird look on his face, stopping in his tracks. You stop too just a few steps away. “I-” he starts but stops, looking out at the ocean. “I assume you know about me?”

You nod, unsure of why he had reacted so oddly. “You were the original Captain America’s best friend in the war,” you say slowly, watching him touch his metal wrist like his soulmark was still there. “Are you okay?”

Reaching out, he takes your hand to flip it over. You almost pull away but the look in his eyes is one of reverence and awe. He runs a finger across your scars, glancing up. “Yeah, I just...I didn’t believe Sarah when she told me about your scars,” he breathed out. “I thought I was the only one.”

A shock of realization rushes down your spine, prickling your skin to goosebumps. “What do you mean?”

“I was born with marks that were scars too,” he finally said the words that made the air leave your lungs. “I can’t show you because-” he gestures vaguely with his metal arm. “But when Sarah said you refused to talk about your marks...I just...knew.”

You feel hope and happiness rush through your body. “Oh my god,” you whispered, feeling the world suddenly light up even though the beach was dark. Everything focused on the man standing in front of you until you could hardly breathe. “You’re serious.”

“Dead serious,” he nodded, looking so genuine and happy that it hurt. “I can’t prove it to you so I understand if you don’t trust me but…”

You don’t give him anymore time to talk as you slot your mouth against his. He doesn’t hesitate to wrap you up in his arms, holding you like you might disappear if he lets go. So many overwhelming emotions crashed inside your mind until you couldn’t see past the tears in the corners of your eyes.

He pulls away only to stare down at you in awe. “You’re house?”

“It’s not far,” you whisper, dragging him by the metal wrist through a few backyards until you get to your backdoor. Your hands are shaking enough to jingle the keys. His lips were on the column of your neck, kissing and nipping lightly. Your skin was tingling with anticipation as you finally got the door unlocked.

The two of you stumble into the kitchen, his lips on yours again when you turn around. You wrap your arms around his neck all the while kicking the door closed. His hands were under your legs, hefting you up onto the kitchen table. “Bedroom’s right there,” you say breathlessly as he is pulling your shirt up and over your head.

“Too far,” he rumbles darkly, going back to kiss your neck. “I’ve waited too long for you already.”

The words cause you to become unbearably wet as he unhooked the back of your bra and tossed it to the side. He presses his broad form between your legs; you had to spread scandalously wide to get him to fit. His mouth was all over the place, your collar, your neck, your lips...he just couldn’t seem to kiss you enough.

“Pants?” he asked, hands halting on your hips.

“Pants,” you agree with a moan, shucking the jeans and underwear in one go so he could put you back on the table. You’re a little shocked when he goes to his knees between your legs. “B-Bucky-”

The word turns into a long, drawn out moan when his tongue sweeps broadly through your folds, ending at your clit. “Lie back, doll, get comfortable because I’m not fucking you until you’re begging,” he drawls out in his low rumble of a voice. You were about to protest when his tongue made circles across your clit; it effectively shut you up when the electric shock of pleasure rushes through you. “I’ve gotta make up for lost time.”

You felt yourself reel from the sudden onslaught of pleasure. It wasn’t like you hadn’t done this before, though, truthfully, never on a kitchen table, but there was just something about the man. Maybe people were right and sex with your soulmate was better?

Thinking about things wasn’t going so well so you just stopped and enjoyed the way he alternated between fingers and tongue. “You taste better than I could have ever imagined,” the man groaned, looking at you like a piece of artwork. “You close?”

“I-I kind of need fingers to orgasm,” you whisper, feeling a little embarrassed.

Bucky didn’t seem to mind. “Which hand would you prefer?” he asked slyly.

You felt your face grow a little warm when you realized exactly which one you wanted. “Would you judge me if I said the metal one?”

The little smirk grew a little wider. “Not at all, doll, whatever you want.”

A cool metal finger runs up your folds, taking up some slick before pressing into your entrance. You feel a little dirty when a desperate whine escapes your lips. He doesn’t stop, slipping another finger once you were nice and worked open with the first. His lips wrap around your clit, licking and suckling the bud until you could feel the orgasm coming.

“I-I’m so close,” you whimper, digging your hands into his hair to keep him close. “Fuck, don’t stop!”

You feel the stretch of a third finger and come undone.

“Fuck, doll,” he moans, pulling back when you gush. You were a little embarrassed for not warning him but you get a look at his face and realize he wasn’t upset or disgusted. “I want to see you do that again.”

He dove back in without any warning. You were spasming by the time he had wrung another three orgasms out of your sensitive pussy. There was definitely a mess to clean up but you could worry about that tomorrow.

“B-Bucky, please!” you whimpered as he stood up, slipping between your legs.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got what you need,” he smirked, leaning down to press his arms on the table above your shoulders. It was overwhelming, being completely and totally enveloped by his masculine scent.

You felt the blunt tip of his erection pressing against your folds and bit down on your lower lip. He watched your face closely as he pushed forward into your warmth. His face took on a look of abject pleasure that matched your own.

Clawing at his back, you wrapped your legs around his waist to keep him as close as possible. Everything about the way he felt, his length and girth and just the way his body felt pressed against yours was perfection. It was probably the thought of him possibly being your soulmate, which wasn’t even confirmed, but at least you had a chance with him.

Once he bottomed out, he paused for a few seconds. “You good?” he asked, gently kissing your lips.

“Yeah,” you whispered, feeling stretched to the limit around his cock. It was almost to the point where three fingers weren’t enough to prepare you. “Move.”

When he did, you immediately felt yourself tip over the edge again. He was so deep that he dragged across your g-spot perfectly. It was like an ongoing orgasm as he thrust into your body, his hands touching every inch of skin he could get to. His fingers pinched at your nipples, causing you to arch your back and whine.

“H-Harder,” you whisper, watching him look at you. He tentatively applies a little more pressure to your nipples, smirking when you shudder at the contact. “Y-Yeah, like that.”

“That’s right, doll, keep tellin’ me what you like,” he encouraged, not at all discouraged from fucking into you voraciously. It was probably the first time a man had actually encouraged your verbalizations of your needs. There had been a time when a man had walked out of your bedroom because he got butt-hurt by your suggestions.

“Fuck!” you yelp when his teeth bite down on one of your nipples. It sent a flash of pain that immediately turned to pleasure through your body. He lathed the sore bud with his tongue and suckled on it gently.

“Not gonna last, doll,” he gritted out of clenched teeth. He placed his hands on your hips and started a bruising pace that had the table creaking ominously. “Want me to pull out?”

“No!” you gasp, reaching out to wrap your arms around his neck. “Cum inside me, please.”

He groans, letting you sit up to hug him tightly while he pistoned into your pussy. “Oh fuck,” he whispered, seating himself fully inside of you. You clung to him desperately, feeling his cock throb as he came. “Come on.”

He picked you up off of the table and headed down the hallway. “First door on the left,” you mumble into his shoulder. He only pulled out once he had stepped into the room and set you down to your feet. “I’m going to...you know…”

You gesture vaguely before disappearing into the bathroom. It was hard to get through all of your feelings by the time you stepped back into the room with your robe wrapped around your body. He was sitting on the edge of your bed looking a little lost and confused.

There is a moment of silence before you smile. “You can stay the night if you want,” you offer, watching the man’s eyes clear a little.

He rubs the back of his neck before laughing. “I’m sure that would make Sam and Sarah very happy if I had to do the, what’s it called?, walk of shame.”

You laugh with him, feeling like this was moving a little fast. “I’m...I’m sorry if I went a little fast,” you voice softly. “I just...I always thought I was the only one.”

“Me too!” he said quickly. He stood up and walked over to run his hands down your arms. “I can’t prove to you that I’m your soulmate but I’d like to try proving I’m a good enough man for you...if you’ll have me.”

His words made your heart ache and throb all at the same time. There was such a genuine and slightly desperate sound to them. It was like he was trying to convince himself that he was worthy of you.

“If you take me on a date tomorrow,” you smile, wrapping your arms around his waist. “I’d like to get to know you a bit more than your tongue and dick.”

The laugh he let out was real and full. “Deal, though, I don’t think I know your pussy well enough,” he teased, pulling you back until you were straddling his lap. “Let’s remedy that.”

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Gold Rush (Sebastian Stan x Reader)

[Actors-Masterlist]

Gold Rush [1] / You’re Not Sorry [2] / This Is Me Trying [3] / [4] (soon)

Summary: Your career was blossoming, especially with your new role in “The Falcon and the Winter Soldier”. Working on set was a dream come true. It was never your intention to fall for one of your coworkers. Not when you knew that he would never look at you that way.

Words: 2,637

Warnings: language, it’s Anthony Mackie’s world & we’re just living in it, angst, feeeeeels, maybe I cried, maybe I didn’t, we’ll never know, REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

Inspired by: “gold rush” by Taylor Swift

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Gleaming, twinkling

Eyes like sinking ships on waters

So inviting, I almost jump in

You scored big time when you were casted in the upcoming Marvel series “The Falcon and the Winter Soldier”. Working alongside Anthony Mackie & Sebastian Stan had been more than you had ever wished for. The atmosphere on set was harmonious. Everything would have been fine if it were not for your stupid crush on your fellow castmate. Mackie picked up on the fact that you liked Sebastian almost immediately & he teased you about it one too many times. No matter how obvious his teasing, it seemed like Sebastian was completely oblivious to it. Or he acted as if he had no clue. You were not quite sure about that.

The press tour was going strong, which meant that Seb, Mackie & you were teamed up for every interview. Now, that was not something that bothered you too much. After all, you were more than comfortable around them. But when some interviewers did not know where the line was, you got frustrated. Like, okay, we got it. Everyone with eyes knew Seb was hot. But as an interviewer, you should know when to stop. Shamelessly flirting in front of the camera with basically a stranger? Sorry, but you had no explanation for such a behavior. Yes, some interviewers flirted with you, too. But you were great when it came to brushing them off while staying polite. Of course, Mackie’s teasing did not make this any easier for you. Every now & then, he would bring up the chemistry you & Seb shared on screen. And off screen. Like usual, you laughed at him & so did Seb. During interviews, you teased each other a lot, it was a playful manner you all enjoyed. And the audience loved the three of you for it.

Sometimes, when Seb answered a question that had him explain scenes with you or something similar, you hated the butterflies you felt inside. You hated how your cheeks warmed up. You hated that he had such an effect on you. You hated Seb. You hated him for being so perfect. You hated him for being a literal God. You hated him for ruining every other man for you. Because nobody could ever compare to him. And you said that even though you were not even in a relationship. Hell, you were not the only person who looked at him that way. If the interviews were not proof enough, a look at social media did the job, too.

But I don't like a gold rush, gold rush

I don't like anticipating my face in a red flush

I don't like that anyone would die to feel your touch

Everybody wants you

Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you

Walk past, quick brush

I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush

I don't like that falling feels like flying 'til the bone crush

Everybody wants you

But I don't like a gold rush

“So (Y/N)…” the man sitting opposite of you started. It was not a lot of times that questions were directed at you. Usually, people were more excited to talk to the guys. No offense taken. “The chemistry between Sebastian & you can be felt even after such a short trailer. My question is…are you two, like, a thing?” of course. If you got a question, it was about your love life or about how great you looked in your suit. The others got complex & well thought through questions & you got this shit. Internally rolling your eyes, you stayed professional & answered casually.

“Sebby & I are friends. We work well together. We know each other well enough to communicate with our eyes, body language & so on. Some people mistake that for dating, apparently.” finishing off with a sarcastic chuckle, you had to hide the fact that you wished that there was more between you two.

“I gotta say. Even I think they’re dating sometimes.” Mackie smirked when he spoke up which earned him a light slap from you. Seb only hid his face behind his hand & laughed quietly. It was nothing new. You were used to his teasing by now. Looking over at Seb, you could not help but admire him. Even when he was embarrassed, to you, he was the most beautiful person on this planet. Not a single flaw. Just…perfect. If only you had enough courage to do something about your damn feelings.

What must it be like to grow up that beautiful?

With your hair falling into place like dominoes

I see me padding across your wooden floors

With my Eagles t-shirt hanging from the door

“Stop that.” Mackie walked over to where you were sitting. Finally, you had a break after hours of giving interview after interview. Looking up, your face turned into one of pure confusion.

“Stop what?” he exaggeratedly rolled his eyes at your question.

“The daydreaming.” it was a simple statement. But why would he tell you to stop that?

“What? Is it forbidden to daydream now?” chuckling at him, you offered him one of your coffee cups. Your handler brought you two because you had not slept much that night. But Mackie needed one just as much & he gladly accepted it. Still, he could tell that you were trying to change the topic. Not with him, though. Sitting beside you, he sighed loudly.

“Why don’t you just tell him?” he looked straight forward when he asked that question. Your face fell at his words but maybe, maybe, if you played dumb, you could get out of this conversation without any awkwardness.

“Tell who what?” your innocent eyes bore into his side profile & you saw him shaking his head slightly. A low chuckle escaped him.

“Tell Seb you like him or I will.” he stated & your eyes widened in fear.

“You wouldn’t dream of it.” exclaiming frantically, you grew more nervous at the thought.

“I wouldn’t trust that thought.” & after a few seconds of silence, you breathed out loudly.

“Yeah, sure. And I’d risk our friendship for that? Forget it.”

“He likes you, too, you know?” he casually stated. Your face changed, but only for a second. He was wrong. Someone like Seb could never like you back.

“Stop, Mackie. Don’t just run around assuming shit.” you pushed his shoulder playfully but it did not do too much. What a surprise.

“My running around assuming shit isn’t assuming. It’s facts. You guys are awful, by the way. It’s exhausting, watching you two trying to dodge your feelings. Why can’t you just, I don’t know, get everything sorted out & be happy together? If someone deserves that, it’s you.” yes, Mackie could be sarcastic but when push came to shove, he could be serious, too. And that last part, he meant by heart. Was it true? Did Seb like you? More than a friend? Maybe you should just tell him. Life was too short to be filled with what if’s. It was now or never, right?

At dinner parties, I call you out on your contrarian shit

And the coastal town we wandered 'round had never seen a love as pure as it

And then it fades into the gray of my day-old tea

'Cause it could never be

Wrapping up for today, the three of you decided to grab some take-out & eat it back inside your hotel. After quickly showering & dressing more comfortably, you made your way over to Seb’s room. Mackie was already there, he texted you at least ten times to hurry up because they were starving to death. Dramatic diva. Knocking softly, a smile spread across your face when Seb opened the door. Stepping aside to let you in, you greeted Mackie briefly. He was already eating so why the hell was he rushing you earlier? He could be such a child. Seb handed you your food & motioned for you to take a seat on the bed. Take-out in a hotel bed? It should be illegal. Usually, you were not one for eating in bed but whenever you where staying at a hotel, it became some sort of a routine for you. Same for the guys. For a while, the three of you just talked & ate your food. Conversation always flowed easily with them. You knew all of their secrets & they knew all of yours. Well, except for Seb having no clue about your silly crush on him. When he & Mackie discussed a topic you did not know too much about to actually engage in their conversation, you found yourself stealing glances at Seb. If it were not enough for him to be so gorgeous, of course he had the best personality to match that. God really took his time with him. And the weirdest thing of it all was that Seb never let that thought get the best of him. He was aware of people admiring him but that never changed him.

'Cause I don't like a gold rush, gold rush

I don't like anticipating my face in a red flush

I don't like that anyone would die to feel your touch

Everybody wants you

Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you

Walk past, quick brush

I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush

I don't like that falling feels like flying 'til the bone crush

Everybody wants you

But I don't like a gold rush

Mackie got a phone call & said goodbye to you before leaving the room. Which meant that Seb & you were alone. It was nothing special, the two of you spent a lot of time together. This time, though, you wanted to confess to him. Finally, you wanted to tell him how you felt. Could you live with the rejection? Well, if things turned in that direction, you had no choice but to. Seb’s lips moved but no sound came out. You zoned out & simply stared at him. Your thoughts were running wild. The sun had already started setting & the golden light illuminated his features in such a beautiful way. It almost looked like a movie scene. He was the masterpiece others could not keep their eyes from. You were this close to speaking up, taking a deep breath for preparation. This could change your bond with him forever.

What must it be like to grow up that beautiful?

With your hair falling into place like dominoes

My mind turns your life into folklore

I can't dare to dream about you anymore

A phone ringing interrupted you. It was not yours. But Seb pulled his phone out of his pocket. The moment he saw the notification, he started smiling so brightly. The smile you had grown to love so much. It brought a grin to your face, too. The things this man could do to you, completely unaware of the effect he had on you.

“What?” you asked when he could not stop staring at his phone. Had Mackie sent him a message?

“Nothing, it’s just…” he stopped before saying too much but you were having none of it.

“Aw, come on, Sebby. You can tell me anything.” encouraging him, your hand found its way on his shoulder, squeezing lightly. Seb seemed almost shy right now. And this was weird because he usually was everything but shy when he talked to you.

“There’s this girl & she’s just…amazing.” your face fell the moment he started talking. No. “I asked her for dinner but when she hadn’t replied after hours, I started losing hope. She just messaged me back.” his smile was sheepish & you hated that you had to admit that he looked happy right now. Genuinely happy. But you were not the reason of his happiness. Another girl was.

“And? What did she say?” deep down, you knew the answer & you actually did not want him to say it out loud. But you were best friends, after all, it was kind of your duty.

“I got myself a date. I’m going on a date with her, (Y/N)!” he beamed & pulled you into a big hug. One, that made the butterflies act out. Fuck, that hurt.

“That’s great, Sebby. I’m happy for you! You deserve it.” your excitement for him was fake but the sincerity behind your last words were not. If one person on this planet deserved endless love & happiness, it was him. Mackie was wrong. Seb had never liked you. Not in that way, at least. And his date saved you from embarrassing yourself & ruining your friendship. That did not change the fact that you felt like crying right now. You could not shed tears in front of him, could not show how much it actually affected you. No. You had to fake a smile. And that shit hurt like a bitch.

At dinner parties I won't call you out on your contrarian shit

And the coastal town we never found will never see a love as pure as it

'Cause it fades into the gray of my day-old tea

'Cause it will never be

“Something’s wrong with you.” Mackie stated at breakfast. No shit, Sherlock.

“What makes you think that?” feigning innocence, you rolled your eyes when you saw the look he was giving you.

“Clearly, you’re upset. Did something happen after I left you with Seb yesterday?” he hit the nail on the head with his assumption.

“Yeah.” was all you answered. His eyebrows raised, he waited for you to continue. But when he noticed that you were not planning on engaging in any more conversation with him, he pressed further.

“Did you tell him? Did he mess up?” if Seb messed up, he would kill him. There was no other person who was better for him than you. The two of you deserved each other. And everyone seemed to realize that but you.

“I wanted to tell him.” admitting quietly.

“But?”

“He got a notification.” your short answers made Mackie freak out. He grew frustrated with you when you dragged out this entire conversation.

“(Y/N), come on.” he urged.

“Sebby has a date.”

“With you? But that’s great.” his smile was small but present. Did you finally realize that you were feeling so much more for each other?

“With another girl.” then you looked up at his face, your eyes glossy. Clearly, you were trying to keep it together but he could tell that you had a hard time doing so. Yes, Mackie would kill Seb. He could have sworn that Seb only had eyes for you. The stolen glances, the efforts to make time to spend more with you. What the fuck was going on? When he saw your first tear falling, he wasted no time in pulling you in for a hug. You were broken, all because of one man. But the thing was that he was not just any man. He was Seb. Your best friend. Your everything. But he would never be yours. Not in a million years. Because he only saw you as a friend. Nothing more, nothing less.

It was not like you did not have options. Hell, you declined so many people over the time. All because of him. And you were afraid that this would not change anytime soon. Because you did not think you would ever get over him. Your heart was ripped into a million pieces & the only person who could help you fix it was getting excited over his upcoming date. Whatever you thought could be between you guys, it was nothing but a dream. Something that could never be.

Gleaming, twinkling

Eyes like sinking ships on waters

So inviting, I almost jump in

Gold Rush [1] / You’re Not Sorry [2] / This Is Me Trying [3] / [4] (soon)

Published (04/22/2021) by Cathy

Tags: @buckysleftarm420 (thanks for your support <3)

[itsallyscorner]

Blindsided

Pairing: Sam Wilson x reader

Summary: What happens after it’s announced that John Walker’s the new Captain America.

Warnings: none; a bit suggestive at the end? This is my first time writing for Sam so if it’s a bit meh, I’m sorry, I tried😭 Lots of dialogue!!

A/n: This is a bit of a short one, but I hope you like it:) I know this isn’t how he found out in TFAWS but ya know :D Also hate the character NOT the actor, don’t hate on Wyatt Russell😤

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“Look, here’s the thing, uh, I’m—I’m not Tony Stark. I’m not Dr. Banner. Okay? I don’t have the flashiest gadgets, I don’t have super strength. But what I do have—is guts.”

John Walker’s voice bounces off the walls of the cozy Louisiana apartment you and Sam shared. With the saved money you both had, you guys managed to purchase a decent apartment. Being two of the known remaining Avengers, your landlord was quite flexible with rent. Having the two of you in his building was like having built in security.

The apartment was just right for you and Sam. There was a living room, a kitchen, two bedrooms, and a bathroom. You both didn’t need much. As long as you had each other, you were both satisfied. Besides, with Sam working with the Air Force on missions, you managed to get roped into following along—which meant you two weren’t always home.

The morning sun shined through the window of your living room, reflecting onto one of the white walls across from it. The sun created an orangey yellow hue to fill the room, radiating the warmth and cozy aura of a sunny Louisiana morning. Though compared to the domestic and calming aura, Sam was the complete opposite. You couldn’t see his facial expressions but the way his shoulders tensed from behind was enough to tell you that he was upset.

After a week (I’m honestly not sure) of donating Steve’s shield to the Smithsonian, it’s been revealed that the government has taken the shield and handed it to some—in your eyes—Steve Rogers wannabe. As someone who’s worked alongside Steve and consider him as family, it angered you to see some random man parade around the world with Steve’s shield and title. This Walker dude has no clue of the responsibility and value that comes with the shield—like seriously using halftime of a football game as an opportunity to pull a PR stunt as Captain America? He’s literally just America’s mascot.

Though you were bubbling with anger, you couldn’t imagine how your boyfriend felt. Steve gave him the shield, passed down the role of Captain America to him and sent him off to fulfill the duties he couldn’t do anymore. Yes, Sam made a promise, but after dabbling with the thought of becoming the new Captain America he decided to give it up. You weren’t going to question him, it was his choice and you understood why he made it. Nobody could fill Steve’s shoes.

You turn the stove off, deciding to check on Sam instead of continuing breakfast. The clip of John Walker was still playing on the tv when you enter the living room. You get a glimpse of his face, betrayal filled his eyes as he glowered at the tv screen. You carefully make your way towards him, settling beside him on the couch. He glances at you before shoving his head in his hand.

“Sam...” You wrap an arm around his back, your palm feeling the tension build between his shoulders.

“He trusted me with the shield.” He began, his voice low. “He trusted me with it and now it’s in the hands of—whoever this person is.” He gestures to the tv that showed John Walker speaking to a blonde interviewer.

“Steve believed in me to carry on his legacy and I just threw it away because I was being selfish.” He fumed, his tone raising. He shot off the couch and moved to pace around the living room. You sigh, giving him a moment to get his thoughts together. You patiently waited for him to calm down, watching him mutter sentences to himself under his breath.

Slowly, you get up from the couch and approach him. Deciding to stand in the way of his path, he comes to a halt. The conflicted expression on his face softens at the sight of you.

“Listen,” You start, arms snaking around his torso while his hands naturally grip onto your hips. “You didn’t know the government was going to go behind your back and deem someone else as Captain America. None of us were expecting this to happen. You can’t beat yourself up for something you didn’t have control of.”

Sam breathes out and tries to move out of your arms. Betrayal and guilt consumed his body.

“That’s the thing, (y/n). If I hadn’t given up the shield in the first place, we wouldn’t even be in this situation right now. I had control of all of this, even if I didn’t know about their hidden agenda.” He bursted out, brows furrowing together in frustration. You tighten your arms around him.

Sam defeatedly lowers his head, “This whole thing is so much more than me being blindsided by the government. I promised Steve that I’ll do my best. He trusted me and in return I broke my promise to him. I let Steve down.” He confessed. Silence filled the room, the only sounds heard were the quiet murmurs coming from the tv.

You were the first to speak. “Steve made mistakes too you know? Besides being a super soldier and all, it’s what made him relatable to everyone. Before he became Captain America, he was just like us. Humans who wanted to do good for the world and bring peace to its chaos.” Your words caught Sam’s attention, although he was a bit confused to where you were going with them.

You continued, “Like almost every human in the world, he learned from those mistakes. Yes, you may have had control of the current situation we’re in, but that doesn’t contradict the fact that you had no knowledge of what was happening behind the scenes. Steve chose to give you the shield for a reason, Sam. He knew that if something were to go wrong, you would be there in an instant to make it right.”

You shifted closer to him and cradled his jaw with both of your hands. “You gave up the shield and now it’s in the hands of the wrong man. I know you’ve always said that it feels like it belongs to someone else. But would you rather it be in the hands of someone like John Walker or in the hands of someone Steve believes in? Are you gonna sit here and feel guilty about it or are you going to get up and make things right?”

Sam’s eyes bore into yours. Conflict flashes in his dark orbs, his jaw clenches, and his hands resting on your hips gripped onto your skin tightly.

“We’re gonna get his shield back.” He proclaimed.

A small smile forms on your lips, “One way or another.” You confirm.

Bonus:

“You know, you’re getting good at that whole speech thing.” Sam remarks, pulling you closer to him. That infamous toothy grin of his taking over his features.

You chuckle letting your hands venture on the expanse of his chest before wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Well I learned from the best. If there’s one thing I learned from Steve it’d have to be his way with words.” You shrugged. Sam hummed in response.

“If I’m gonna be getting that shield back, I’m gonna be needing some help on those speeches.” He says, a suggestive tone to his sentence.

You smirked, amusingly shaking your head at him. “Good think I know plenty of ways to get you to talk.” Sam takes that as his cue to connect his lips with yours. His eager hands wander your body as he leads you towards the couch.

Before things can escalate, you pull away and place a finger in between your and Sam’s lips.

“Not now hotshot, we’ve got a mission in a bit and we still need to stop by Sarah’s before we leave.” Sam doesn’t get the chance to object since you’ve already pushed him off of you. Your hips swayed as you made your way back into the kitchen to continue cooking breakfast.

He stutters at first but chases after you going on about how much of a tease you were and how unfair it was to him and his needs.

“I told you I had plenty of ways to get you to talk.” You smirk, innocently shrugging at him.

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New Beginnings For Late Bloomers

Bucky Barnes x Reader

(Word Count: 2.4k)

You answered the Wakandan prince and princess’ call almost immediately. You quietly and swiftly made your way from your room, taking the familiar route south to the lab.

King T’Chaka’s death was so recent that his presence was still very much felt around the palace. Everyone, of all ranks, collectively mourning the loss. As you passed through the halls, you thought of his children—you couldn’t imagine losing your father, especially in such a jarring way. You bristled before turning the corner, bracing yourself for whatever was on the other side.

A pale skinned, dark haired man appeared to be sleeping in a large tube. Beside it, Prince T’Challa and Princess Shuri were in deep conversation with another white man, this one blonde. He stood opposite them and face to face with you.

You weren’t one for rudeness, but you had never seen a white man in person before, and it was strange. You found yourself switching back and forth between the and his sleeping friend. The first and second white men you had seen up close. They both had white skin tinged with pink, and their hair really was bone straight. The blonde gave you a warm smile, maintaining a slight recline and dropped shoulders.

You weren’t very good at interrupting or with strangers; your shyness was a terrible hindrance, and it was a wonder you even had friends in the royal family. The stranger’s reaction saved you the trouble, causing both siblings to do the same. Immediately, your eyes drifted the man in the tube, lightly pressing your fingers on the glass.

T’Challa cleared his throat and gestured at the blonde, “Y/N, this is Captain Rogers.”

You nodded at him and followed his downward gaze––to the other white man. Because you were closer, you could see his breath fog up the glass in front of his nose.

“We need you to watch over Sergeant Barnes while he is within our borders,” Shuri said. Though he looked relatively peaceful, what this Sergeant Barnes was like when he was awake must be hard.

“Your daily tasks will be to tend to him.” T'Challa explained.

Your gaze softened when you glanced at Captain Rogers. His concern was plain to see, enough to make you muster up whatever courage you had to speak.

“I will do as I am asked. Sergeant Barnes will be well cared for during his time here.” You replied. You gave him a small smile.

The man nodded at your reassurance, and you excused yourself. You had a lot of work ahead of you.

…

The sound of giggling and shuffling feet took you out of your reverie.

You were greeted to the sight of children laughing and chasing each other on the river bank. You smiled at their antics, but had to shoo them away. They were playing outside of Sergeant Barnes’—erm, Bucky’s hut while he was sleeping. You noticed how little the man allowed his body to rest, and you did your best to prolong it.

You knew the kids had broken his sleep, so you entered his hut, anyway. As you expected, the man was on his back looking at you with heavy lidded eyes.

“Please, try and go back to sleep,” you whispered, averting your gaze.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him tilt his head back on his bed. You took the opportunity to light an incense on the outer edge of the hut while you went about your daily tasks. It was the one that usually lulled him back to sleep, but Bucky was wide awake.

You occupied yourself with menial work in an effort to ignore his eyes on you. You were taking out an old blanket but when you touched the other side, you felt a thick, runny liquid. The harsh smell of iron hit your nostrils almost immediately.

Blood.

“I had another one after you left.” A raspy voice called from behind you.

You quickly wrapped the blanket in your arms, doing your best to hide the sight. Bucky was sitting up; he may have been looking at you, but his eyes were much farther away. The color wasn’t familiar to you, but the distant sadness in them was. You could see fresh scratches poking out from his tunic and the slight grimace on his face.

Gently, you set the blanket back down and grabbed the tin of shea butter from your supply bag. You unscrewed the cap and scooped the product out. You made your way to his bed, sitting on your knees beside him.

You pulled the cloth down to reveal the familiar nub where his arm used to be.

“Your head therapy with Dr. Amari has been switched to Tuesdays and Thursdays, for now. Shuri needs time to grieve the king and the mind must come before the body, in your case. ” You said softly, applying the shea butter evenly and without fanfare.

Bucky was leaning away from you, but he nodded nonetheless. You never had to yell or shout to get his attention––he always heard you, no matter how quiet you were.

When you were done, Bucky offered you a tired smile, but you couldn’t return it. You felt your face get hot and averted your gaze. It was different when you had nothing more to do, and he was just staring at you.

“I will get you new bedding and clothing when I return.”

You darted out of the hut as fast as you could, only stopping to let out the breath you had been holding.

…

“I don’t know if your treatment is working, Shuri.”

The princess was busy working on a new project. With heavy protective goggles on, and a wicked grin, there was no telling what she was up to. Carefully, Shuri shut the lid on it, and spun towards you.

You held up the bloody fabric, and Shuri frowned.

“Ah, Y/N, Sergeant Barnes’ brain will take more work than his body.” She said, scanning the blanket.

“He claws at himself while he sleeps.” You replied. The memories of his episodes were so clear in your mind. For a man who was fairly quiet and calm, in those moments he was mechanical and unflinchingly cruel. It was the first time a cold feeling settled in the pit of your stomach and it was truly awful.

Shuri was periodically glancing up at you as she read Bucky’s file. The farther she read, the more the princess looked puzzled. She clicked her tongue, then suddenly clapped loudly. The sound made you jump.

“Shuri!” You hissed. The girl was bouncing on the balls of her feet, animatedly. An especially devious smirk made its way onto her face.

“He is from New York City, ah! The city where dreams are made of!” She sang. Her off key version made you cringe at first, but a smile soon replaced it.

The Wakandan princess’s bubbly mood was the thing you enjoyed most about her. She was always so excited to explore and plot anything she wanted; it was refreshing to see.

“Take Sergeant Barnes to the market! It is a city environment to remind him of home.” Shuri exclaimed wildly.

Your eyes widened in horror at her suggestion. Shuri lit up, her ideas kept coming.

“He needs you to go with him. It can be a date!” You nearly choked.

“Princess Shuri!” You cried out. It was actually more of a high pitched squeak.

You gazed down at the blanket. It’s rich brown color was tinged with a darker one. The sickly smell of blood—Bucky’s blood—still invaded your senses. Your job was to care for him while he was in your country’s custody.

You sighed and agreed.

…

Bucky knew something was wrong the second you found the blanket.

The slight downturn of your chin as the realization dawned on you—he should’ve buried it when he had the chance.

The scratches were deep this time, but Bucky healed fast. It had been just over eleven hours since they happened. He had since changed into new clothes, so as to spare you from seeing the gashes, but he didn’t have the tools to get rid of the blood on hand.

Bucky heard your approaching steps, and went out to greet you. It was the height of the late afternoon heat; the dark haired man could see you approach through the vapors.

He knew it had been a long time since he’d been around a woman as Bucky, not the Winter Soldier. That was the exact reason why he wasn’t used to how you looked then. Your deep brown skin glowed as you came closer. A gold armband sat on your upper left arm, shining in the sunlight. You had on a green two-piece, decorated in bright Wakandan prints.

Bucky missed his phantom limb during times like this. It meant he was still capable of being the smooth, confident guy from Brooklyn and not the mess he truly was. He shifted his weight, bracing himself for your arrival.

…

“Would you like to come with me to the market?” You asked.

You wouldn’t look up at him for more than a second, but you did sit near him during the escort over. On his left side, too.

Once you two made it to the market entrance, it was in full swing. Hundreds of people were mingling through the stalls. A woman was haggling a tailor for a shoddy job he’d done. The smell of spices and roots hung in the air.

You snuck a glance at Bucky, giggling at the curious stares he received. And what a strange sight he was—a very white man in Wakanda. It was unheard of.

“I was told you were from New York City. Manhattan?” You said.

Bucky turned to you, mildly offended.

“Brooklyn, doll. Real different.” He said. You watched him inhale, taking in the bustling vendors and patrons.

You put a slight pressure on his shoulder, leading him to a street show. The performance was fun and free as the drummers played their sing song rhythms. Even you felt the urge to sway your hips to the beat.

A crowd had gathered, stomping and clapping as they went along, growing more boisterous as the dancers went on. Lost in the moment, you failed to notice Bucky’s balled fists and his blank stare. The only reason you did, was because in the middle of your small dance, you bumped into a hard body. The way you bounced off of him jostled you back to reality.

You got him some water, pouring it on your hand and then on his forehead. The cold shock worked, but with it came those scared, disoriented eyes. Ordinarily, you wouldn’t try and steer the big man any direction. You never could, Bucky was just kind enough to oblige most times. This time, he seemed so splintered, he followed without protest.

You led Bucky into an empty alleyway.

“I’m sorry. Please, let me take you back.” You said, apologetically.

You thought it would help him, not this. You leaned back on the wall opposite to him, waiting for Bucky to decide what to do. Slowly, heavy breathing subsided and he lifted his head from the ground.

“I don’t want you to think I didn’t like it. I did. But the people and the sounds and the—I know I was raised in a big city, but it’s been a long time since then.” Bucky said, finally.

He met your concerned gaze and almost looked relieved. The man stood up to his full height in one swift motion.

“I don’t think I like them anymore.” He admitted in a low, gravelly voice.

Your heart sank at his omission. Bucky had no idea who he was anymore, or what made him happy. He needed some peace that didn’t come from his place at the river, that was too familiar.

“I know a place you might enjoy, but it will take time to get there.”

Bucky had complete faith in you, and nodded imperceptibly.

…

It was a quiet ride up the mound.

By now, it was nearing dusk. The sky was a vibrant mix of purples and oranges and reds. Bucky hadn’t spoken again, and you hadn’t pressed him.

“It’s an undeveloped hot spring, Prince T’Challa and I found it together as children. No one will bother us here.”

You stalked through the heavy foliage with a clear head, muscle memory guiding the way to the cave. You were very aware of Bucky’s silent presence behind you. He navigated the vegetation with ease, carrying the food and water in a basket.

You huffed just taking the towels and blanket, and he looked unfazed. The both of you finally reached the mouth of the cave as soon as the last rays of sunlight faded. You watched as Bucky’s face darkened in the dim light.

“There are lights on the far end, vibranium powered so they will last.” You said. Bucky had far better sight than you, and he successfully found and turned them on.

He pointed the bright light toward the cave ceiling, setting off a series of shadows and patterns above you. You smiled softly, satisfied with your work. Bucky was still shook up from the market, but once he stepped into the hot spring he physically seemed more comfortable.

“Don’t stay in too long, it could be dangerous,” you warned him. A blast of warm air hit you, and you laid down on the blanket.

“Got it.” Bucky replied.

Occasionally, you heard the sound of water sloshing around, but you were too lazy to turn your head. There was no one around for miles to interrupt the calm, so you finally closed your eyes.

You heard water streaming to the cave floor as Bucky drew nearer. You thought nothing of it, until you felt warm, sopping wet hands wrap around you. You gasped the intrusion—if you hadn’t known who it was you would’ve screamed.

Bucky pulled you into him. Your face rested on his bare chest, catching the heat emanating from his warm skin. You didn’t have time to freak out.

What he did next wasn’t quite like a cry. The noise was so soft you thought you misheard it at first. It was a strangled, ghost of a sob.

“I-I can’t stop saying I don’t know.”

Bucky clung to you, letting all of his frustration and pain roll off him in waves. You took your cheek off his chest, the warm water leaving your face hotter than normal.

You stopped Bucky before he could recoil—gripping his shoulder.

“Horrific things happened to you Bucky, and I am sorry for that,” you started, staring off at the hot spring behind him. Steam rolled off its surface and wafted upwards and into nothing.

“You are rebuilding yourself and that is alright.”

Bucky peered down at you with a hardened kind of fascination. His eyes raked over you and he broke out in a grateful smile. A true smile.

“Thank you.”

He paused as he regarded you, dropping his shoulders.

“Doll? Can I kiss you?” The request sent you toppling over on the inside. You swallowed hard.

“Why?” Your voice was small. It was the cost to stare Bucky in the eyes while you asked. He needed to see how dead serious you were. You could be fragile, too. You blinked rapidly in anticipation, trying to concentrate over the roar of blood rushing through your veins.

“You never asked me to be someone, now I can be someone else.”

Your jaw dropped. You mustered all the courage you had and met his lips. The kiss was hesitant and soft. There were no expectations, just a sweet moment for two people that needed more of them.

[xdazednconfuzedx]

"Please" Pt 1

Bucky and y/n have roommates for a few years now, over the years they have shared quite a few flirtatious moments, nothing happened but the tension grew every day.

Warning: this series is gonna have strong language, very smutty, dom/sub, public sex, teasing, angst. Enjoy!

Hearing the curtains swing open, exposing the bright sunlight and beautiful homes, "Time to get uppp," Wanda said cheerfully, swaying her fingertips exposing her powers, "we have a girl's day planned; c'mon y/n don't make me use my powers." She said tying the curtains to the side furthermore taking a step toward you, tilting her head, revealing her glowing red eyes. "Alright! Alright! I'm up." You grunted throwing the comforter off your warm, comfortable body. "Good, now wear sneakers but bring some cute heels, we have a little surprise for you later!" she said sending you a wink. "Darling, Could you come help me with Billy and Tommy please?" He shouted from the bottom of the stairs, hearing his voice crack made her jolt up.

"Yeah, I'll be right down dear!" Wanda shouted at the door, sending you a grin. "Well, I will meet you guys in the car in like 20 minutes, I love ya dummy, I just don't want you to waste your energy on some guy who can't even express how he feels, tonight you are gonna show  that he's missing out on a great person." She explained, sending you a joyful smile. As she exits, you let out a sign, throwing the comforter down by your feet, slowly rolling out of bed onto the floor. "UGHHH I don't wanna get up," you groaned laying your head against the cool wood floor.

As you sit up, covering your face from the beaming sunlight. Crawling over to the curtains and untying the little ribbon holding the curtain back. "Finally," you sighed laying your head back on the wood. Eventually getting up and heading towards your dresser, a few taps hit your door. "What's up?" You replied seeing his bright blue eyes glisten as he never breaks eye contact. After a few moments of silence and straight eye contact. trying to play it cool he let out a fake cough.

"Hey so uh I'm going out so make sure to lock the house up before you leave." He said, seeing Wanda pass by the stairs, he waved.

"Hey Wanda," He said sending her a smirk and slight wave but stopped at her eyes glowing at him. Feeling confused, he just brushed it off and continued out the door.

Hearing his motorcycle roar down the street. Taking a look at your watch, finally realizing that you only had 13 minutes to get ready. Running to your desk, pulling one of the drawers open, grabbing your makeup bag and a cute dress.

Throwing the makeup bag and your outfit onto the marble counter. Quickly jumping in the shower, making sure to scrub and clean your body, treating yourself with a honey body scrub that Wanda got you for your birthday, she finally got it for you after you wouldn't shut up about how it's so beneficial for you, stepping on the soft fuzzy shower mat, wrapping the towel around your body. As it hugged your curves, dropping it to the floor, reaching over to the counter for your clothes. Hearing footsteps approach the door, then the doorknob jiggles, realizing you spaced out and forgot to lock it. "Shit," You whispered, quickly grabbing your clothes and holding them against your body, running into the shower, pulling the curtain to cover the tub, "Yeah dude I know, I'm headed there, I just forgot some of my stuff but I'll see you in like 30 minutes," A deep voice said, "Bucky?" You mouthed to yourself, scrunching your brows in confusion. "Just leave dude c'mon," You thought, feeling frustrated at yourself for being so dumb for springing into the shower of all things you could've done.

As the person hung up the phone, shoving it into their pocket, recognizing the voice a bit, curious as to who it was, you slid the corner of the curtain, Seeing tall masculine figure with a strong sharp jaw with that fluffy hair and his piercing steel eyes, "Holy shit it's Bucky!" You whispered, quickly covering up your mouth, Bucky was brushing his fingers through his hair, trying to fix the flyaways. "The fuck-?" He questioned feeling something under his sneakers, lifting one of them to see your clothes and cotton panties.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck." You thought to yourself, feeling your heart drop. Slowly release your grip on the corner letting it fall softly on the tub. Taking a deep breath as quietly as you possibly could. Feeling nothing but all the adrenaline pumping through your body but also the thought of peeking at him was rushing through your brain like he was addicting somehow. Why did it feel like the first time you ever noticed him, the way his blue eyes let you know where home is, shaking your head back into focus, you shut your eyes and took a deep breath, “I’m gonna go out there,” you thought, peeling the corner of the curtain back, unveiling his confused face looking down at the panties that fell at the foot of the shower mat, "FUCKKK! Welp guesses we not getting out of here." You cried in your head, feeling all the blood rush to your face from humiliation, shrugging his shoulders, and started heading to the bathroom door,  pulling his phone back out of his pocket, stopping suddenly, seeing his thumbs tap against the screen. "What the hell is he doing?" You thought, feeling your heart drop as the shampoo bottle slammed into the tub.

A few footsteps approached the tub, you could see his shadow grow darker as he got closer, As he gripped the side of the curtain he gripped his hand on a knife on his hip, slowly removing it from the pouch. Feeling all the anxiety, the constant pounding in your head. Standing up onto the bathmat, you gripped your clothes against your stomach, seeing the bright light shine on your face as he ripped the curtain. "Hiii!" You said giving him a nervous smile, without saying anything, he pushes you against the wall, holding a knife to your throat. "Why were you spying on me y/n?" He questioned feeling your deep breaths and breasts pressed against his muscular chest.

"Look I know it loos very bad but I was just using the bathroom and I heard you come in so I  jumped onto the shower. I know it's stupid but I didn't have time to react so I just jumped and then you saw-" You rambled. "It's not stupid, it's kind of smart but you could've said someone's in here. Oh, and I'm guessing these are yours." He said pulling the blade off your throat, he pulled off you, and picked up your panties, revealing his devilish smirk, "Shut up," You said giving him a sarcastic smile but both of you laughed it off. "Don't you have somewhere to be?" You asked pushing his chest, him being him he over dramatically slow crashed into the wall.

"Someone's been listening to my convos," He replied, sending you a wink, he leaned into you, pressing his metal arm on the wall, slowly hovering his breath over your neck, "Do you want me to leave?" he whispered.

A/N: What we think about this one?  Pt 2 is coming out Friday!

[thighs-of-betrayal-blog]

Bucky Barnes Fic

One-Shots

Louisiana Confessions - Bucky Barnes x Avenger! Reader; You and Bucky have always had feelings for each other, but neither of you have admitted to them. After everything that went down in NY with the Flag Smashers, Bucky decides to come clean about how he feels.

I Had It Under Control - Bucky Barnes x Avenger! Reader; After almost dying during a fight against the Flag Smashers, you wake up to an angry Bucky. 

Belong to You - Bucky Barnes x fem! Avenger! Reader; When you are tasked with flirting with other men at Sharon’s party to get information about the Flag Smashers location, Bucky gets jealous and decides to remind you who you belong to.  

Hold the Door - Bucky Barnes x Reader; You’ve never met your new neighbor, not until an incident happens involving the apartments elevator.

A Pleasant Surprise - Bucky Barnes x Avenger! Reader; You’ve never understood why Bucky hates you, but that all changes when you’re both forced to fight alongside each other.

His Forever Fan - Bucky Barnes x fem! Reader; While getting ready for your wedding, you take a minute to think about the moment you and Bucky first met. 

Walking on Dangerous Territory - Bucky Barnes x Avenger! Reader; John Walker never knows how to keep his mouth shut, especially when it comes to you and Bucky’s had enough of it.

Should’ve Listened The First Time (Part 2 to “Walking on Dangerous Territory”) - Bucky Barnes x Avenger! Reader; Since Walker didn’t listen the first time, you take matters into your own hands and Bucky likes it.

Requests  

Why’d You Just Leave? - Bucky Barnes x Reader; When Bucky leaves without saying a word, you decide to find out what’s going on.  

I’ve Got This One - Bucky Barnes x Stark! mutant daughter; When you and Bucky find yourselves in an uneven fight, you use your demon magic to get you both out safe.  

The Couch That Brought Us Together - Bucky Barnes x Reader; After helping you carry your new couch to your room, Bucky asks you an important question. 

Sick Day - Bucky Barnes x Reader; Bucky convinces you to stay home and cuddle with him all day.  

I Should’ve Been There - Bucky Barnes x Avenger! Reader; After coming back from a mission injured, Bucky freaks out and decides to confess his feelings.

Not Leaving Without You - Bucky Barnes x Reader; When caught in a near death situation with Sam, Bucky realizes he needs to be honest with you. 

I’d Back Off If I Were You - Bucky Barnes x Avenger! Reader; Bucky gets jealous when he has to watch Sam be your pretend boyfriend all night. 

A Sudden Realization - Bucky Barnes x fem! Avenger! Reader; When you don’t show up at Zemo’s after fighting off the bounty hunters, Bucky grows worried and realizes something.

The Most Important Thing - Bucky Barnes x Avenger! Reader; Bucky will always sacrifice himself over you. That will never change, even when Hydra captures the both of you.  

Last Stop On The List - Platonic! Dad! Bucky x Platonic! fem! Teenager! Reader; Bucky becomes your foster parent after you’re in foster care for nine years. How will you react when he finally tells you what happened to your parents?

Now You Know Everything - Bucky Barnes x fem! Reader; Bucky learns more about your past when you get intimate together. 

Heated Affair - Bucky Barnes x fem! Reader; Since the AC is out at the compound, you and Bucky decide to take a trip to the lake. 

Sneak Peek - Bucky Barnes x Avenger! Reader; The Avengers play strip poker and Bucky has something to say after you see him naked. 

Reunited Once Again - Bucky Barnes x fem! Reader; When Bucky doesn't come back from the war, you consider him to be dead. What happens when you find him again, but as the Winter Soldier?

Crossover Connection - Bucky Barnes x Banshee! Reader; Being a Banshee from Beacon Hills, you predict everything that happens with Thanos, before it happens. The next step is to go to the Avenger's compound and convince them to believe you.

Fogged Windows - 40′s Bucky Barnes x fem! Reader; You and Bucky spend some alone time together in a car, while on a ship heading towards war.

Always By Your Side - Bucky Barnes x Doctor! Reader; When the Avengers come back from a mission with some of them badly injured, Bucky notices how distressed you get and questions you about it. 

The Last Time - Doctor! Bucky Barnes x Reader; Another trip to the ER to see Bucky leads to him asking you to move in. 

When All Falls Apart - Bucky Barnes x fem! Reader; Another couple’s therapy session ends in a bust, causing you to think your relationship with Bucky is ending. 

Divine Timing - Bucky Barnes x Reader; Bucky comes to find you after you write him a letter that thanks him for saving your life. 

Moving On - Platonic! Bucky, Sam, and Steve x Reader; After tragedy strikes, you move in with your three best friends. 

New Addition to The Family - Bucky Barnes x Reader; Feelings are revealed and it’s all thanks to a cat that you and Bucky found in the street. 

An Unforgettable Love - Bucky Barnes x Reader; Bucky was never snapped away by Thanos. Instead, he ended up going back in time with Steve and Tony and seeing you, the love of his life that he lost after being drafted in the war. 

Restaurant Ruins - Bucky Barnes x Reader; A day of helping your friend at her restaurant turns into a nightmare. Good thing Bucky’s there to save you. 

Stakeout Company - Bucky Barnes x fem! Avenger! Reader; When on a stake out with Bucky, you’re surprised he cares enough to notice you aren't feeling well.

Another Door Opens - Bucky Barnes x fem! Reader; After your boyfriend breaks up with you, Bucky steps in the picture. They always say, when one door closes, another one opens...

Time to Talk (Part 2 to “Stakeout Company”) - Bucky Barnes x Avenger! Reader; After the stakeout, you and Bucky start to act like a couple. Ironically enough, you haven’t even talked about what happened between the two of you yet. 

Double-Sided - Bucky Barnes x Avenger! Reader; After harsh words are spoken between the two of you, you and Bucky aren’t speaking to each other. That changes when Bucky thinks he’s lost you during a mission. 

Wrong Time, Right Place - Bucky Barnes x Reader; When you’re stuck in a coffee shop during an alien attack, Bucky is there to help you with your anxiety. 

That One Question - Bucky Barnes x Avenger! Reader; Bucky decides to pop the question while the two of you are dancing at Sam’s party. 

Maybe Forever Isn’t Meant For Us - Bucky Barnes x Reader; Bucky loses you when you get caught in an attack. 

The Remnants of Us - Bucky Barnes x Avenger! Reader; After learning that Bucky murdered Tony’s parents, you’re not quite sure what to do, especially since Tony’s like a father to you and Bucky is the love of your life.

These Moments of Ours - Bucky Barnes x fem! Reader; Bucky learns some good news when he rescues you from an alien attack. 

Just A Friend - Beefy! Bucky Barnes x Avenger! Reader; Bucky gets jealous of your friendship with Sam. 

May Our Memories Never Fade - Bucky Barnes x Reader; You and Bucky run into each other a few months after breaking up. 

Those Coney Island Days - Bucky Barnes x Reader; Bucky takes you on a date to Coney Island. 

[the-witty-pen-name]

Fell in Love in Scotland Pt. 1

Sam Wilson x F!Reader

Warnings: angst; cursing; pining; 18+ in later parts (maybe? not sure yet) 

Summary: After finding about the new Captain America, the reader goes to Louisiana to visit Sam. 

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: So I know this isn’t on my list of things I *should* be working on, but I had this idea today and I had to get it down! This is only going to be 2-3 parts. This is my first time writing for Sam!

I’m taking a small break from working on my other works in progress to focus on getting out as much Sam content as a can before Sam’s (and my) bday on the 14th! Not sure how much I’ll be able to write but that is my hope!

My biggest flex at the moment is sharing a bday with Sam. 

This references Civil War, Endgame and Infinity War events in flashbacks but you know, canon is a thing I like to just maneuver around so I’m sorry if there are many major inaccuracies!

This is unedited and please let me know if I missed anything that should be included as a warning. 

Taglist is in my bio 

You were furious. Without even thinking, you picked up your phone and found him in your contact list. You were fuming, needing to find out what happened so you could help him. You hadn’t talked to him since Tony Stark’s funeral, and you had found out through Banner that Steve had gifted him the shield. You psych yourself out every time you want to reach out and talk to him, but your rage blinded you and took the lead over your usual nervousness.

“What happened?” you ask as soon as the ringing on the other end stops and you know he’s answered. You have the phone balanced on your shoulder as your slipping on your shoes, ready to head out as soon as you can.

“(Y/N)?” he asks, sounding confused. Also, incredibly hurt and rightfully so. You imagined he was watching the same thing as you on television and you thought he’d be as equally mad.

“Sam,” you say, letting out a shaky breath. “The shield.”

There’s nothing but dead air for what feel like forever.

“I gave it up,” he finally answers. You can hear in his voice that there is much more to this than that.

“Are you in D.C.?” you ask, not wanting to push him to talk.

“Delacroix. You don’t have to come-.”

“Can’t come visit a friend?” you ask hopefully. You hear him sigh.

“It’s not a great time,” he says hesitantly.

“Isn’t that when you need friends the most?” you counter, trying to force a happier, more uplifting tone. You try, but you know you still sound miserable. “Please,” you ask again, almost a whisper.

“You’re coming no matter what I say, aren’t you?” he chuckles.

“Pretty much,” you admit, “but I would love it if you actually wanted to see me.”

“You know I would…”

“So that settles it,” you smile, blinking to hold back a couple tears. Your voice breaks just a little. “I’m getting on the first plane I can.”

Before he has a chance to change his mind, you end the call and immediately pack some necessities. You never got out of the habit of always being called off, so many of the things you needed were already packed away in a bag in your closet. It was a comforting thing for you. Like you always had the option to just leave wherever you were. You said it was because of all the times you got pulled away from life because of missions for SHIELD, but it ran a little deeper than that.

God, he’s handsome. That’s the only thing you can think of when you’re finally in front of him again. Your mind is at a complete blank. You should be able to muster up the ability to say something. He’s waiting for you at the airport. You didn’t expect this, but it is Sam. Of course, he was going to meet you when your plane landed. You try your best to clear up the haze in your brain as you walk towards him, and he pulls you into a tight hug.

“I’m happy you’re here,” he mumbles, resting his head on top of your head as you bury your face in his chest. All hopes you had at a cool, collected front when you saw him disappeared. You missed him too much and had gone too long without admitting it to yourself. Tell him you missed him, tell him you’re happy to see him, say anything…

“I want to help,” you say when you both break away. You inwardly cringe. You can’t vocalize anything except turning this into some mission.

“Please can we not talk about the shield?” he asks, and you realize you’ve clearly hit a sore spot. You nod in agreement, feeling terrible for having brought it up so soon. You didn’t want him to think you were prioritizing the shield over him. That wasn’t the case at all. You came here for him, to see him, why the hell couldn’t you act like it.

“I’m sorry,” you apologize, earnestly. You had to pull yourself together.

“I appreciate that you are worried about me,” he says slinging an arm over your shoulder as you walk. It feels nice, effortless. “But I donated the shield and after that, it was out of my hands.”

You know he is leaving out a lot, and you know him well enough to know there’s a deeper issue. But, for now, you decide to table it. He tells you about his nephews, and he fills you in on how he’s been able to spend time with them, and it feels so beautifully normal. The world feels like it’s falling apart around you but there’s Sam, pulling you back in like he was always able to do.

“I missed you,” he admits, after there’s a lull in the conversation driving to the house. “I thought maybe I would’ve seen you at the compound, or something before you left after the funeral.”

“I didn’t really have the chance,” you try to gloss over. “I just- After Steve came and said goodbye, I couldn’t stay. It just hurt too much.”

“Steve told you?”

“Not exactly, just a very vague goodbye, but I was able to read between the lines. I knew he wasn’t coming back.”

“What did he say?”

“Just that he wanted to go back and fix things. If he couldn’t have done it here, he wanted a second chance. To get back the time lost. Save Bucky, find Nat, maybe visit Peggy… He just wasn’t ready to stop yet. There was no fight here left, so he went back chasing the ones he felt like he lost?”

He nods, just taking in the information. He tells you about seeing Steve when he came back, about how he got married. He tells you about how Steve gave him the shield, but he thought the right decision was to donate the shield to the Smithsonian. You don’t try to do anything else but listen, and try your best to understand. But hearing Sam not think he could take on the title was heartbreaking. You want to ask him if he regrets it, if he wants to get the shield back, but for now, you know it isn’t the right time. Just tell him you missed him too, please. You can’t do it. The words get stuck in the back of your throat. Why is this so hard?

“Remember when we met?” you ask, looking aimlessly out the window.

“You mean when you drop kicked me at an airport?” he asks with a laugh.

“No- I mean, yes that happened first technically,” you smile. “I was more so thinking about the first time we spoke after that.”

“You mean when you came with Steve to get us out of prison?” he asks, skeptically.

“The very time,” you grin.

“I’m pretty sure the only thing you said was stay low and keep out of my way, if I remember correctly,” he raised an eyebrow.

“No, no in the jet,” you clarify, “Before we went into hiding.”

You sat on the floor across from Sam, you had pulled your torso out of your tactical suit, and had the arms of it tied around your waist. The SHIELD t-shirt you wore underneath was covered in sweat and grime. You rested your head against the cold metal of the plane’s ship and your eyes wandered to Sam.

“Pararescue?” you ask, breaking the silence.

“Yeah,” he responds, looking over his equipment that Steve brought with you.

“SR,” you reply. “Well, was.”

“You were Special Reconnaissance?” he asks, and you nod.

“Three tours.”

“Is that why you changed sides?” He continues and you can’t help but smile.

“I guess you can look at it that way.”

“I’m Sam.”

“I know.”

“Well how was I supposed to know that?” he chuckles, crossing his arms, relaxing a bit more. You smirk.

“(Y/N).”

“Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too, Sam. Sorry about beating your ass.”

“You got lucky, SR,” he scoffs, and you laugh.

“Whatever you need to tell yourself, Wilson,” you laugh.

“You’re lucky we’re on the same side now,” he jokes.

“Oh, I know,” you smile. You get up and head to the cockpit to join Steve.

“I told you that the two of you would hit it off,” he chuckles as you slide into the copilot seat.

“You bring me along just to set me up, Rogers?” you scoff. His cheeks redden a little.

“You know that’s not true…”

“Ugh, you’re just as bad as Natasha, Steve,” you roll your eyes.

“You have shared life experience.”

“He is gorgeous.”

“I’ll tell him you said that.”

“Don’t even think about it Rogers,” you gasp.

Before you know it, Sam is pulling up to your Airbnb.

“Come by the house tomorrow,” he says, and you nod. “I want to bring you somewhere.”

“Yeah,” you agree, as you get out of the car. It was already late, and you denied Sam’s offer to get dinner. You were exhausted, and you were still in the clothes you were wearing when you left your apartment suddenly. You needed to shower, sleep, and then your visit with him would start. You also were nervous. You could tell he was a little disappointed when you declined his offer but he understood.

“We’ll get some beers and talk about the good old days tomorrow. Don’t worry about it,” he smiles, rubbing the top of your hand reassuringly.

“Good old days?” you tease.

“We’ll talk about Scotland,” he grins, “The good parts.”

“The good parts,” you affirm. You try to think about what he means but you let yourself put it out of your brain for now. “I’ll be by first thing.”

“I am really glad you’re here,” he reiterates once more before you disappear into the small house. You don’t have the courage to admit you feel the same.

When you close the door behind you, you look out the curtain and watch as Sam drives away. Your mind runs rampant with just all the things on your mind. The shield. Sam. Being here with Sam. Having to talk about feelings and memories with Sam. Scotland. How you fell in love with Sam Wilson in Scotland.

You worry coming here was a mistake.  

Part Two

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[teebarnes]

🌿 | Please Forgive Me, Love.

Pairing: AU!Bucky x Fem!reader

Summary: Bucky has one more name on his 'Making Amends' list that he needs to tick off, it took him a while but he's finally ready.

Word Count: 2k

Warning(s): Sad Bucky, Therapy, Swearing, angst, angst, angst.

A/N: Not sure what urged me to write this... I was curious about making this a series but ended up writing this. I wrote it as AU tfatws Bucky because of the importance of the reader in this fic. I hope you enjoy! :)) just a whole bunch of sadness...

**This will possibly end up as a two-part fic, let me know what you think?

Likes, Reblogs and Comments are really appreciated! Thanks for sticking around :)

Regime to make amends with everyone on his list, James Bucky Barnes successfully crossed the second to last person out of his small notebook. He sat on a park bench somewhere on the streets of New York City, tapping his overused pencil onto the lines of the notebook as the thoughts rush through his head.

His focus turns back to the list he had created in the old notebook Steve had given to him years before he died. Then, with a great big sigh, he looks at the last name that lingered at the bottom of his list, one more, there was one more name that he had to cross out. The one he had been avoiding ever since he started his 'making amends' journey.

"Fuck you, asshole", you chuckled as you ran away from him, "now c'mon doll, don't be like that, you're gonna get your dress wet" he smirks as the pair of your run through the rain trying to catch you in his arms. Grabbing you by the waist he wraps his arms around you from behind, lifting you up as you squirm, trying to get yourself free from his grasp.

His chin sits on one of your shoulders as his lips touch the lobe of your head; resting his cheek against yours, he cuddled you. "I love you so much," he said, making you melt right into his hold. "I love me too," you laughed, which only made him hug you tighter, squeezing all the laughter you hand out through your mouth.

He let you go, turning around wrapping your arms supportingly around his neck. Both of you begin to slow dance to the music that was playing a tent away. His hands firmly gripping your hips, you both sway, staring into the eyes of each other. The way you both smiled at each other, he looked at you in awe before leaning his head down to kiss your soft lips.

"I love you so much, Mrs Barnes", he smirks into the kiss. You blush, looking up into his ocean blue eyes. "I love you so so much, Mr Barnes". The newlyweds you were, danced away into the night, making it one you would remember. "With all my heart", you let out, causing Bucky to grin cheesily before pretending to rip his heart from his chest giving it to you. You both chuckled; taking his hands into yours, you kissed the inner of Bucky's palms.

~

Snap! Snap! The sound of clicking fingers alluded to the ears of James as he sat on the couch of his therapist, Dr Raynor's office. "Earth to Barnes. I mean, what the fuck are you doing?" The therapist asks, "you've been sitting like a duck for a good 10 mins now", she retorts. Bucky looks at her with a deep glare. "I was trying to drown out the noise of your voice", he half laughs.

His comment caused Raynor to shake her head in disappointment. She opened her notebook, resting it on her lap, "oh cmon' doc! I was just joking." he half laughs again.

"No need to bring out your journal," he warns as she begins to write things onto the page. "dear diary... James was a total ass today in therapy," "James! I'm serious. You have no friends and still only four contacts on your phone. the last person you called was me, and that was four weeks ago." she sighs. "I have friends... they just don't have phones", he lets out. "Mhm, okay, sure." she rests her notepad back on the table beside her.

After the mishap with John Walker, overruling Bucky's mental health judgment, he thought it would be best for himself to go back to therapy. Now everything was slowly going back to a dull and eventful mood. Bucky needed something to lull himself out of his own apartment every week besides the constant hanging out with Sam.

"Now tell me? How has your list been?" Bucky cringes at the mention of his list "yeah, all done" he gave a fake smile which didn't fool Raynor. The notebook sat beside him as a force of habit when coming to these therapy session, "can I see?" She asked, and he didn't reply but gripped the book of paper tight in his hand. Finally, the therapist got up and snatched it from him "for fuck sakes, James, stop being a child" it wasn't often a therapist and their clients would fight like that. Still, they had a good bond, and quite frankly, Bucky didn't care.

"You're lashing out at me again, doc, how professional," he remarked as she sat back into the mould of her seat, opening the folded notebook. She looks up at Bucky, "you haven't crossed off her name yet."

Raynor awaited his reply, "James..." "I-I'm not ready yet, okay?" He looks down at his hands. She nodded. "Well, when you are, I'll be here if you ever need me", Bucky gets up as Dr Raynor returns the book to him "don't go soft on me now, doc" he nods before walking out, "see you next session James".

Bucky was determined to get your name crossed off his list, but he never did have to courage when attempting to "make amends". Thinking about you only brought back the happy memories he once had. After the blip, and before the blip, all he could do was think about the life he could've had with you. If Bucky had just stayed when you begged him before he went off for his tour, maybe everything would’ve been a bit different.

But it was 80 years too late. Bucky knew; that life wasn't there for him anymore. After the return of the infinity stones, Bucky retired away from S.H.I.E.L.D. The only request is that if he were to be pardoned, he had to endure weekly therapy until he was deemed fit for life again. He secluded away into a small apartment that he got from Steve's inheritance which Bucky was reluctant to accept. Steve had put Bucky into his will, knowing that he'd eventually need it when he needed it.

An hour after Bucky got back to his small apartment, Sam stopped by. Not that it was anyone's business, including his therapist, but Bucky harboured an iPhone that Sam set up for him. Bucky had gotten a burner phone to use at the therapist, so she didn't know what he was really doing these days. Nevertheless, he had actually talked to Sam quite a lot, formed a somewhat tolerable bond with his fellow Avenger. His life was going great except for the part where he had been missing you for the last 80 years.

"I got what you asked for, Bucky," Sam said, opening the door to his apartment. Bucky looked up from the couch. "Oh hey, Sam", he nodded, getting up as Sam handed him over the paper. Bucky looked light-eyed at Sam, giving a big shy "You still want me to come?". Sam asked, patting his friend's back, "y-yeah… Thanks, man." Bucky replied, grabbing his jacket from the rack. Sliding it onto himself, adjusting the straps for his gloves.

Sam nodded, walking back out the door, waiting for Bucky to follow out. "Now… did you want to walk there or-" Bucky cuts Sam off when he closed the door to his apartment "walking there is fine. I need to walk", he huffed before walking across the road. "Are you sure she is there? Did you check" Bucky turns to his friend before resting his hands into the nooks of his jacket pockets. Sam nodded. "Yep, I double-checked, and I asked in the favour from Sharon," he replies.

~

Sam and Bucky were just around the corner of their destination, nervous, the strong, determined Bucky was having second thoughts about his plans to make amends with you. Sam knew he'd eventually give out, so he continued to walk in encouragement. "Cmon' bud. Around here" Sam stops opening the gate to the cemetery. "S-sam, I don't know about this" he scratches the back of his head, reluctant to step foot in the yard. "Bucky, please don't do this. Look how far you've gotten, just a little more bud?" Sam looks at Bucky, who is mustering up the courage to walk in. It only took him a few moments more before he stepped foot inside the gate, fuck! There is no going back now.

Sam leads him to the beautifully engraved headstone. Black marbled, fresh flowers protected the monument. Bucky falls softly to his knees at the read of your name. Tears fall in sadness and heartbreak as he glides his thumb over the gold lettering 'In the memory of y/n m/n Barnes'. Sam takes a kneel beside Bucky resting one hand on his shoulder for support. Bucky lets his cry slip from his mouth as his head hangs down in shame. he read the lettered headstone that looked too new to be old.

'A friend, family and Wife of beloved husband Bucky Barnes, mother of the late Lane Val Barnes', Bucky stoped at the name before breaking down even more. "L-lane?.. I-" "I didn't know if I should've told you or not, Buck-" he looks down before continuing "Sharon found out that your wife must've been pregnant, u-unfortunately, she passed a few months after birth.". Bucky furrowed his eyebrow in pain. "P-please leave me for a few minutes, Sam. I need to be alone", he sniffed, using the side of his hand to wipe his running nose. Sam nodded and got up. "I'll be around if you need me." He said before walking a distance.

Bucky scooted closer to your headstone before resting his forehead on the stone. His eyes closed.

~

"I'm serious, doll! Lane is a beautiful name for a girl" It was a few months after the pair of you wed, and Bucky began to talk about kids with you. You weren't opposed to the idea, and quite frankly, you were ready for kids. "That's if we have a girl, Buck." You laugh, shaking your head as you stir the pasta sauce listening to the sound of your husband mumble on about names blah blah blah… "How about Val?" You questioned as you turned to face Bucky, using the spoon to give him a little taste of your homemade sauce.

"Val?" He squints at you before tasting the sauce "mhm, that's your best yet." He smiles, and you continue, "Val short for Valerie? Or Val on its own. I believe it's a gender-neutral name" you giggle to yourself before turning back to the stove. "Well… Well." Bucky took a second to think, "Lane could be a boys name too, no?" You laughed lightly at your husband's remark, "No Hunny, Lane is better for a female than male". Bucky grinned ear to ear.

"I'd think a girl would be amazing, then I'd have another of you to love so dearly?" He said, sneaking up behind you wrapping his buff arms around your waist. You jump a bit before snuggling back into his chest, "only time will tell, my love" you smiled. Ending the memorable conversation before Bucky assists you in finishing dinner, not without continuing his rant on having children.

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Bucky's tears fall like rain onto the fresh irises and tulips that laid softly against your rest. He softly rested his hand on the top of the stone; wanting so hard to wrap his arms around you again, kiss you as if it was the first time, dance around with you like you did all those years ago or even hear your voice telling him it would all be okay but that wouldn't happen regardless his deepest desire. But, Bucky knew what he had to do and why he had to do it. It was the only way he could move on.

"Thank you for your love and the life you had given me; rest softly, my doll". He set a kiss upon your gold-lettered name before standing on his two's, letting himself glance once more at your headstone.

Bucky makes his way towards the gate, his eyes fixed on the little note book in his hand. Staring right at the only name not crossed out on his list, he mutters one last request letting a single tear fall from the surface of his face

"Please forgive me, my love".

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