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Captain America: The First Avenger (2011) | dir. Joe Johnston

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Captain America: The First Avenger (2011) | dir. Joe Johnston

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CAPTAIN AMERICA: THE WINTER SOLDIER (2014) dir. Anthony & Joe Russo

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THE AVENGERS (2012) dir. Joss Whedon

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LOOK AT THAT FACE! <3 <3 <3

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Yours truely! 💕

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MY STUCKY BABBLE 💕 Let me know if I should add to this! Which direction I should go! Don’t kind all the errors and crap grammar!)

Scarlett leanes again the kitchen counter in the Avengers compound. Her usual dark red hair, in a messy bun, draped down her shoulders as she waited patiently, tapping her foot against the carpet. It wasn’t even 6am yet and here Scarlett was awake, no proper sleep from the night before. Scarlett knew someone would Eventally make there presents known, but it was Saturday and on Saturdays Scarlett didnt usually see the rest of the team till closer to 9 or 10am. Buttt not Steve! Nope, that super soldier didn’t sleep in to save his life. After his 5am jog, he found himself in the same kitchen Scarlett stood in.. She was looking down at her phone, typing away at something. With the rain drops shook away from his head of hair, he needed a hair cut, he actually allowed his hair to grow up into a shag, like Bucky’s. A smirk spread across Steve’s face as he entered the kitchen and saw Scarlett. Tony’s new assistant, okay, maybe not JUST Tony’s but the whole team had grown to love the sweet little intern. Her red hair was squally in a messy bun as she worked with who ever she was assigned to for that day, with her cute round glasses on her nose and a pen tip in her mouth. She was so sexy with her innocents age she didn’t even know it..

“Good morning, Doll.” Steve greeted Scarlett as he walked past her to the fridge and grabbed out a cold water. He began chugging it, Steve’s gaze on her never faltered. As always, she was too shy to make eye contact with him but she was comfortable enough to at least not to stumble over her words as much as she did when they first met.

Scarlett gave a nod and a soft hum. Steve knows Scarlett wasn’t willing to make conversation before her daily coffee fix. But Steve wanted to give her a little push today. “After I shower, would you like to go grab braise with me? I know this diner-“

Before Scarlett could answer Steve’s question, bucky entered the kitchen with a tired look. He looked awful, like he’s recovering from a hangover. “Coffee..” He grumbles. Scarlett told away from Steve to check off the press was ready. Scarlett has convinced Tony to buy a coffee press very large coffee press because coffee and a coffee press is so much better and stronger than a coffee pot obviously. Scarlett turned and pushed down the coffee press washing the grounds fall to the bottom of the glass beaker. You could smell the aroma of coffee as it wafted their senses. Scarlett grabbed 3 cups out of the cupboard. Steve couldn’t help but watch as Scarlett lifted herself onto her tippy toes to grab the mugs out of the cupboard. Steve eyes narrowed as they trailed down her body seeing as her oversized gray sweater lifted just slightly enough to see her lower back, soft skin he had been wanting to touch. Steve clenched his fists to fight himself and grabbing her and claiming her there in the kitchen in front of Bucky, but he didn’t look away. Bucky was beginning to wake up just ever so slightly. His eyes looked up and looked at Steven and followed Steve’s gaze. Bucky smirked knowingly at Steve, knowing exactly what he was thinking because Buck was, of course, thinking the same thing. Scarlett was a gorgeous woman full figured our glass. She was beautiful. She was also very spontaneous and childish at sometimes. Somehow, she convinced Tony to allow her to not have to wear shoes while she worked. She used her work, barefoot as long as she was in the compound, people got used to it eventually Scarlett pours , coffee, and all three mugs. She holds out a mug to Steve, and he gladly takes it with a warm smile. Bucky grumbles a thank you as he takes his bug from her. She smiles and walks over the fridge, pulls out a strawberry creamer and pour straight into her coffee, she takes her first drink of coffee and hums satisfied Little did she know these little noises caught Bucky and Steve’s attention.

Bucky, he was bold enough to speak first after a little bit, “I like your hair form like that, Doll, you should wear your hair down more often it suits you.” Bucky complemented.

Scarlettt eyes widen as she processed what Bucky had said to her blush spread across her face. Her cheeks began warm. She looked down, and she adjusted her glasses as she always did when she was nervous. She even went as far as tucking a ringlet behind her ear. “Thank you James.” Scarlett’s eyes flickered to Steve who looked…. She couldn’t place his expression. Was he glaring at bucky? She fluttered to lashes and put a gentle hand on steve’s shoulder, Steve snapped his head at scarlettt and softened his expression. “Yes, Steve, I’d love to have breakfast with you.”

Steve’s eyes widened, he didn’t Execpt her to say yes. “Great! That’s great! Uhh, let me go and-“ he began chugging the hot liquid and puts the mug in the sink. “-ill uh, go get ready. You can wear what you’re wearing, by the way.” Steve said as he walked away and out of the kitchen with a boyish grin on his face. She couldn’t help but giggle at Steve. “He’s like a little kid.” Scarlett stated.

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Journaling is important!

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Wrote a little fic about Steve rogers 💚

If anyone would like to read it, let me know!

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(No warnings that I can think of! Feedback is appreciated! Depending on how much feedback I get for this one, I’ll work on a second chapter! Didnt proofread or fix many errors.)

The Runaway!

Chapter 1

It was a day like any other. The Washington weather was rainy and wet and cold as usual. Scarlett stepped off of the community bus and onto the wet ground of the sidewalk. She looked around the busy small town streets. Her dark green hood pulled over her head, it was fabric so it would get soaked quickly. Scarlett made her way down the sidewalk, looking for a diner or cafe. The rain picked up, Scarlett quickened her pace, and hurried into the nearest Diner. Less than a block from the bus stop and she was already soaked. Scarlettt walked to the white bar to the left, lined with blue. The bar stools looked original. The cafe gave an oldies vibe. She took a seat and drummed her fingers on the counter. The pretty waitress with brown hair in a ponytail smiled sweetly as she approached Scarlett.

“Hey darlin’ can I get something started for ya’?” Scarlett nibbled her lip before she pulled her book bag onto her lap and began searching her wallet for change. Scarlett pulled her change bag out of her book bag and onto the counter. The sound of random bits of change landing on the counter softly. Scarlett began counting the change, but before she could counter the few quarters she had, a deep voice spoke up next to her. “Hey, Brandie, whatever this girl orders, is on me.” The deep voice stated. Scarlett looked up to her right to see a very, whoa, an incredibly handsome man.

Harrison’s tall, with dark blonde shaggy hair. He has green eyes and a chiseled jaw. Very buff chest. Strong arms. Bright green eyes.

Scarlett flutters her lashes nervously.

She clears her throat before speaking. “N-no thank you, that won’t be-“ She's cut off by his large hand lifting off the bar to halt her words. “Nonsense, sweetheart.”

Scarlett blushed as she adjusted her glasses. “T-thank uh-“

“Harrison, but YOU can call me Harry.” He holds out his hand and smiles confidently.

Scarlett smiles softly and lifts her hand, taking his in hers. “Scarlett..”

She quickly removed her hand from his and placed it back on the counter. She pushes the change towards the brown hair girl that Harry called ‘brandie’. “Keep it.” Scarlett said with a soft smile towards Brandie. She smiled softly with a pout. “No honey, I couldn’t-“ Scarlett shakes her head. “Please, just, take it.” Scarlett pleads with her eyes.

Brandie’s eyes flicker to Harry and Harry nods, allowing Brandie to take the money from the counter. She does so and puts it in the tip jar.

“That’s really kind of you, Scarlett.” Harry says.

Scarlett shook her head, “It’s nothing, it's just some change..”

“Yes, it is just change but, it seems like it's the only money you.. Had..”

“Well, Harry, you did offer to pay for my meal so, I figured I’d give what I had to the waitress, regardless if it is all I have..” Scarlett trailed off as her voice got smaller.

Harry could see this young girl was dealing with something internally but he wouldn’t push her for answers.. Yet.”Anyways, i’ll just have coffee..”

Harry’s brows furrowed. “Coffee? Scarlett, that’s not a meal…”

Scarlett nods, while avoiding eye contact. “I know.” She said softly.

Harry shook his head, “Nope, unacceptable, I don’t know where you were before this but, here, in my town, I won’t allow you to starve..”

Scarlett furrowed her brow. “What do you mean, your town?”

Harry straightened his back, looking more confident than before. “I’m Police chief Harrison Hugues, Sweetheart. I know everyone who comes and goes from here. While you’re here, I’m going to make sure you get some food in you, not just coffee… So please, order what you want, it's on me, and you can even order something to go, if you’d like.”

Scarlett sighed, no one has been this kind or generous to her before.. She furrowed her brows, pouting out her bottom lip slightly. “I’ll just take umm-” Harry holds a menu out to her. It was bright blue with a bird on it with the diner name. “Take a look, then order.” Harry insisted.

Scarlett took a deep breath, hesitating before taking the menu from Harry. She pressed her lips into a line as she opened the plastic menu and looked at all the options.. As Scarlett scanned the menu, she nibbled her bottom lip. Harry noticed Scarlett’s nervous demeanor and found it endearing.

There were so many options to choose from but in the end Scarlett chose- Scarlett opened her mouth to speak when Harry interrupted again. “-Don’t think you can stay cheap either, sweetheart, don’t worry about the price, worry about filling your stomach..” He raised his eyebrow, smirking knowingly.

How did he do that? Scarlett pressed her lips together and had to come up with something else to eat other than a $11 bowl of fruit…

She took a deep breath and went with the next best thing. “The number 2? Umm, with bacon, can you make the 2 eggs scrambled very well done? With a bowl of strawberries? Oh but can you put cinnamon on the strawberries for me?” she could feel harry’s eyes on her, she was very particular in her menu choice, but she knew exactly what she wanted.. Oh and sourdough toast…” Scarlett handed the menu back to Harry with a soft smile. The waitress took Scarlett's order and went off to give the chef her order.

Scarlett tried not to act like she felt incredibly nervous… She felt like she ordered too much…

“Hey, Kid, look at me.”

Scarlett hesitantly turned to face Harry, and gave an awkward smile.. “don’t worry so much about any of this, okay?”

“T-thank you, umm, are you sure i can’t try and pay you back somehow?”

Harry chuckled at Scarlett's request. “Nah, no need, sweetheart.”

Scarlett wasn't used to being cared for. The kindness from this stranger, willingness to treat her was a little overwhelming…Scarlett was young and sometimes got a little emotional.. even with the smallest things.

She began fidgeting with the hem of her sleave. Harry could tell she was having a hard getting comfortable.

“So, Scarlett, tell me about yourself. How’d you end up here? Are you just passing through, or?”

“Just passing through-“ Scarlett answered a little too quickly.

Harry raised his brow.

“Just passing through? Sounds to me like you're trying to run from Something..”

Scarlett’s eyes went wide, she was about to protest, Harry suddently laughed. “I’m just kidding.”

Scarlett relaxed, thankful he wasn’t serious.

Harry took a tip of his black coffee, keeping his eyes on her face. “So?” He finally said after a moment of awkward silence.

Scarlett took a deep breath before answering. “I actually have no idea what I’m doing here…”

Harry raised his eyebrows, surprised by her answer.

“A drifter huh? Not gonna cause any Trouble while you’re here, are you?”

Scarlett shook her head quickly- “no no sir-“

She began stumbling over her words, Harry was quick to reassure her. “Hey hey, sxarlett, first of all, sir ISN'T necessary, please, call me Harry. Second, I can tell by your shyness, you won’t be a problem.”

Oh! So Harry was messing with her… Scarlett smiled softly, “I’ll do my best to stay out of trouble..”

Scarlett’s food came quickly, the waitress placing the hot plates in front of her.

Scarlett ate surprisingly fast. Harry was just enjoying his food when he began noticing the pace that she was eating. As if it had been a while since her last meal. Harry didn't want to assume anything.. But he was worried enough to ask.

“Scarlett, can I ask you something?”

Harry put his fork down and turned towards Scarlett as he spoke.

Scarlett pushed her empty plate in front of her and wiped her face with a napkin.

“Sure.” She responded.

“How long has it been since you ate a proper meal?”

Sxarlett furrowed her brow. She didn’t think she should answer his question. He hasn’t asked her age yet, which was a relief…. “I have plenty of granola bars in my bag-“

“That’s not what I asked.” He said with a serious tone.”

Scarlett pressed her lips into a line… “about a week.. BUT I’m ok!” She got animated with her hands.

Harry’s brow furrowed as Scarlett confirmed his suspicions. “Scarlett, it’s not safe to go without a meal, granola bars only go so far with nutrition. You need to eat better…Where are Your parents? How Old are you?”

Oh shit, the question she had been dreading.

Scarlett shakes her head. “I don’t have any parents and as for my age, I don’t feel comfortable sharing that information…”

Harry couldn’t help the slight anger he felt bubbling up to the surface. But before Harey could say anything else, scsrlett stood from the stool. “You did say this meal was on you, right?” She said directly.

Harry pressed his lips closed, and nodded.

Scarlett nodded and held the strap to her book bag to her chest. “Thank you very much for the free food… Harry.”

With that, Scarlett turned and quickly made her way to the front door of the diner. Harry went into his back pocket quick, pulling out a $50 and throwing it on the bar before he stood and followed Scarlett out of the diner. She was already trying to half run down the sidewalk. The rain had slowed down, so she was safe from being soaked, for now. Harry caught up to her effortlessly. Before she could get to the bus stop, Harry gently grabbed her arm. “Hey, scarlett wait a sec’”

Scarlett stopped abruptly as she felt Harry’s strong hand take her arm. “I-I have to go..”

Harry furrowed his brow. “Hey I’m sorry if I scared you, or made you uncomfortable. I get it, everyone has something to hide. Just, let me ask you, do you have a safe place to go tonight? It’s almost dusk.. you can only get so far on these buses until they stop running for the night.”

Harry slowly let go of Scarlett's arm and let his arm fall to his side. “You don’t have to tell me any personal information, I just need to know if you’re going to be safe..”

Scarlett furrowed her brow and she curled her bottom lip and began nibbling on it.

“I don’t know where I’m going or what I’m doing, okay?! I just… I don’t know.” She smacked her hands onto her thighs, animated.

Harry ran his hands down his face. “Alright alright.. let’s see… look, My mom and I have a spare bedroom. It’s not much, but it’s a safe place. It’s better than letting you go to sleep in a random bus station or something.”

Scarlett was surprised by Harry’s offer.. She was hesitant. “Look, I know it sounds strange and you don’t have to trust me just because I’m a cop but please, let me help you, just for tonight and in the morning I’ll drive you wherever you need to go before I head off to work, okay?”

She took a deep breath… “okay..” she agreed softly.

Harry clapped his hands together. “Great! Umm, my car in parked down there.” Harry pointed to the dark green pickup truck on the right side of the road.

Scarlett's gaze followed Where Harry was pointing. Her eyebrows shot up, she loved the color green!

Harry drove towards his house, which he shared with my mom. The car ride was quiet for the first few minutes. Scarlett stared out the window as Harry drove. The green trees passed by the window like a smudge of green.

They pulled up to Harry’s house. It was of course- of course it was a dark green color as well. Wow he must like the color green just as much as Scarlett did.

It felt 70’s maybe 80’s. It has character.

“It’s not much, but it’s home.” He said in his deep voice. Harey climbed out of his truck. “Take your time. Just come inside when you’re ready.” With that, harey closed the car door, leaving Scarlett alone in his truck as she walked through the wet grass towards his front door. Scarlett watched as harey disappeared inside his house and left the door open slightly. Scarlett didn't want to be rude. She climbed out of Harry’s truck and walked hesitantly towards the house. It felt comfortable… She didn’t have any bad feelings about this.. She walked up the steps and pushed the door open slightly. Scarlett peaked her head in the front door, not seeing Harry. Scarlett stepped in and closed the door behind her gently. Scarlett's eyes scanned the entryway. On the right side was the living room with a fireplace and a small couch with a TV in the corner and window to the left in front of her was a set of stairs. I went up to the top floor. Scarlett looked at her left and said that there was a dining room with a table 6 chairs maybe give or take three on each side to one end so eight chairs she peaked her head in just a little more to see that there was a kitchen with an open concept so that you can see the kitchen from the dining room. Scarlett hesrd Harry clear his throat. Scarlett turned to see Harry standing in the entry way of the living room. He was holding a pile of blankets and a pillow. “You can either sleep here in the living room, on the couch, or, the guest room is up the stairs to the left and it’s the last door.” Harry held out the blanket, and pillow as he spoke.

Scarett stepped forward and grabbed the items from him. Unintentionally touching his arm. “Thank you.” Scsrlett said as she stepped back, holding the blanket and pillow to her chest. “I’ll- umm- take the bed.” She turned and headed towards the stairs. “Scarlett?” Harry said softly as she took a step up the stairs. She turned to face Harry with curious eyes. “Let me know if you need anything, okay? I-I want you to feel safe here, okay?” Scarlett nodded as continues climbing the stairs.

The room is an okay size. It has its own bathroom? She looks around the room, it doesn’t look anything like a guest bedroom would… this wasn't- “this is my room but I figured you’d be more comfortable.” Scarlett suddenly jumped and put a hand to her chest. She wasn’t expecting Harry at the door. “Oh-sorry.” Harry chuckled. “Didn't mean to startle you.”

“Harry, I can’t take your room..”

Harry held up his hand.

“Really, it’s okay, my home is your home. Just, relax kid.” With that, Harry pushed himself off the door frame and walked down the hall.

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Hello, my sweet, gentle and naughty readers of Tumblr. I am so excited for my upcoming fanfiction and I know that I have been seriously lacking when it comes to posting and I apologize for that, but I swear I have a few that I desperately need to write this one that I’m currently working on Uses this very handsome man as the lead in my story or rather his description just something to think about I’m so excited I will finish the first chapter by tomorrow!

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MEAN SOMETHING

PAIRING: Bucky Barnes x Plus Size Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: Bucky has always been a close friend, but he’s never seen you in the way he sees other girls…right?

WARNING: Angst to fluff, mentions of self hatred, body loathing, self doubt, NSFW, 18+, smut, p in v, NOT PROOFREAD YET!!

When your friends expressed that they’d rather go out than have a night in, you couldn’t deny the way your heart dropped. Not because you didn’t want to spend time with them, but because going out meant interacting with strangers, and that meant people who weren’t interested in you, but interested in them.

Were you jealous? Absolutely. Would you ever admit it? Absolutely not. This wasn’t something your friends understood, they’d never know what it was like to be overlooked; ignored.

You had a pretty face, sure, but it was your size that deterred anyone from giving you a second glance, and that was okay. You desired it, imagined what it would be like to have a man walk up to you and express how beautiful he found you. But those thoughts were rooted in delusion, that would never happen. Not to you.

And so, you got ready, having to abandon the fresh cookies you’d baked, assuming they’d be coming to your house for game night. But the plans had changed.

It was only 8pm and you wanted the night to be over with. You were supposed to be meeting Natasha, Wanda, Steve, and Bucky at the bar.

Bucky had a special place in your heart. He’d been there for you for a long time and he had your back. The same could be said both ways. And of course, your admiration developed into a crush.

This was also a delusion of yours, that he’d be interested. He always brought home girls who were two times more thin than you, and that was okay, he had a type. No biggy. A girl could dream.

Arriving to the bar was absolutely terrifying. Finding your friends was worse, as you got countless odd looks. You’d decided to wear a dress that hugged your body, to Nat’s request. Not that anyone would notice.

But, as you approached your friends, someone did notice. Bucky Barnes. His breath hitched in his throat when he’d spotted you, heat rising to his cheeks. His eyes raked over your body, just wanting to workshop every inch of you.

He was brought back to reality when she gave him a side hug, but you did the same with everyone, so it didn’t mean anything right?

You ordered a drink and sipped at it, listening to your friends talk as you looked around the bar. It had a small dance floor off to the side, and some booths as well.

“Let’s go find a booth and then dance!” Natasha said, making her voice loud so they’d all hear her over the music. Everyone agreed, and Steve led them to an empty booth where everyone could leave their drinks.

You however, slid into the booth to sit, still sipping at your drink. Everyone gave you confused glances.

“I want to finish my drink, you guys go ahead, I’ll keep watch for now” You said and smiled, but Bucky could tell it was forced. No one else did.

“I’ll stay too” Bucky spoke “And I’ll get her out there when she’s finished” He said and slid into the booth next to you.

Part of you liked this, sitting close to him, but the other half of you couldn’t help but feel bad. He wouldn’t get any girls if they thought he was with her. It probably looked odd, an attractive man sitting next to…a large whale, that’s what you thought of yourself anyways.

“What’s wrong, doll?” Bucky asked once the others had vacated the area to dance. “I can see something is bothering you in that noggin of yours” He said.

Bucky looked at you like you’d hung the moon. He wasn’t sure when his feelings for you developed, but they seemed to have come out of no where.

You were all that was on his mind. He hadn’t brought girls home in months, because he was trying to build up the courage to ask you on a proper date. He wanted to treat you right, who could blame him?

“Nothing…I’m just tired, Buck” You said softly to him, but he wasn’t buying it. He’d known you for too long to buy that.

“You should go dance, find a girl, I don’t want to get in the way of that” You said to him with a small, forced, smile.

“You could never- sweetheart, what’s going on? You’re never like this…” He pried, but you weren’t giving in.

“I need to go to the restroom, excuse me” You said and he sighed, sliding out of the booth so you could go. He watched as you began to walk away, but something in him ticked.

No. He was coming with you.

Bucky hopped up and followed quickly, weaving through people until he got to the bathroom. You were heading into the single’s that had their own room in them with a lock on the door, when he approached.

As you went in, he caught up and pushed in behind you. You were caught off guard and turned, realizing it was Bucky.

“Woah! Bucky, what the hell?” You said as he closed the door, locking it behind him. He realized that this had been a very last minute thought, but he needed to know what was wrong. He wanted you to have a good time.

“What’s going on with you, doll?” He asked again “I know you, I know something is on your mind…” He trailed off, backing you up against the bathroom wall.

The cold tile hit your back and gave you chills, your worried eyes meeting his. Tears began to pool in them and Bucky’s heart broke.

“I don’t….” You started, and shook your head, embarrassed to say anything. He brought his metal arm up so he could lean against the wall, his face inches from yours. Too close. He was too close.

What did he want you to tell him? That you hated going out because of the way the world looks and treats you? Because going out means stares and whispers?

Because going out means that you have to see him take a girl that looks nothing like you home.

“Doll…” He started and reached out to cup your face with his free hand, gently smoothing his thumb over your plump bottom lip. He looked like he wanted to devour you, but you were sure you were just seeing things.

“Bucky, I’m fine, please” You said and there seemed to be a fire in his gaze. He slammed his metal hand into the wall beside you, creating crack in the tile that lined the walls.

You flinched and he noticed, sighing loudly. “Fuck, fine…if you don’t want talk about it, that’s fine…I just want to know that you’re okay” He said and you nodded your head in assurance.

“I’m fine, Bucky, we can talk about this later, okay?” You said, knowing damn well that you wouldn’t. You just wanted to ease his mind. “I’m sure there’s a girl out there waiting for you, so we need to get out there, hm?” You said and your tone was joking, cheerful, no sign that anything was wrong.

But he saw right though it. Something had clicked.

“Is that- what this is about?” He asked “Other girls…the ones I bring home?” He asked and you went silent. That’s how he knew he’d cracked some part of why you seemed so down.

“I didn’t know that was upsetting you…why? Have I not been paying enough attention to you, or…?” And Bucky rambled on, not noticing the way you clenched your fists, or the way tears welled and began to fall from your eyes.

“It’s because they’re not me!” You finally yelled, pushing him back from you. Bucky was taken back, shocked even. What?

“I know it’s selfish of me…I know, but I wish you’d look at me the way you look at them…” You began, tears free falling at this point. “I wish that I got to go home with you, that you’d kiss me, that you’d call me beautiful…” You added.

“But I’m nothing but a friend to you.” You said and the words hit Bucky like bricks “No one ever gives me a chance. No one ever sees me, I don’t mean something to someone special…I’m just…there, taking up space” You said.

“I get approached by guys, especially when we go out, but they only want Nat or Wanda. They use me as an in to get to the prettier ones, the skinnier ones” You finally let out. “I know I’m not everyone’s type, but it seems like I’m not on anyone’s radar, I-“

“Stop.” Bucky said and held a hand up “You stop that right now…” He said and shook his head. “I can’t believe you’ve been feeling like this and haven’t told me..” He said and ran his hands through his hair.

“You obviously haven’t been paying that much attention to me, have you?” Bucky said and you folded your head in confusion. “It’s been so long since I brought someone home, I normally talk about it, brag even, but that was so you’d get jealous, I didn’t want to hurt you, I just wanted to know if you felt the same”

“Fuck, doll, I’m so sorry…” He cooed and you were in shock. “I’ve had feelings for you for months. You’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever come across, and I didn’t want to fuck that up, I couldn’t risk ruining what we had, but I did anyways, didn’t I?” He said and approached, gently cupping your cheek again, his eyes gazing into your soul.

“You’re absolutely fucking stunning, doll, I see that, I see you, I always have” He said and a sob broke from your lips, not having expected him to pour his heart out like this.

“I don’t like that you see yourself in opposition to others…” He expressed. “I don’t give a shit how big or small a woman is, especially not you” He added and you shook your head.

“No…stop doubting yourself, Y/n” Bucky said and gently gripped your chin between his index finger and thumb. “You are absolutely stunning, you’re kind, you’re everything any man could want” He expressed.

“You’re everything I want”

And that was the straw that broke the camels back. You reached up and grabbed him by his collar, pulling him down to you. You didn’t even let your lips brush his before they were on his in a searing kiss.

Bucky kissed back with a fervor, his free hand resting on your waist, his other trailing up to cup your face. He pressed your body against the wall as his lips moved in sync with yours.

Meanwhile, your arms wrapped around his neck, your fingers raking through the hair near the nape of his neck. And as your lips moved against his, you tugged on that hair.

And he moaned.

He wasn’t ashamed, far from it, he was smug, showing you the effect you had on him. It sent flutters through your stomach.

He squeezed at your hip as you pulled back for air, your lipstick staining his lips. His smile was wide and his gaze adoring as he stared down at you, having to catch his breath.

“I’m taking you home tonight, doll”

The door to Bucky’s apartment slammed open, the both of you nearly tumbling in. Your hands were all over each other as your lips were locked in a kiss. Soft grunts and groans left the both of you.

Bucky kicked his door shut, gently guiding you towards his room. Once inside, he pushed you onto the bed, a shit eating grin on his face.

“You don’t know how many times I’ve thought about this…with you” He said softly “I’d take you out to dinner first, but that dress you’re wearing is lethal, doll” He spoke, his voice becoming huskier as the minutes went on.

Your cheeks flushed, allowing him to practically rip the dress off of you. That’s when you felt self conscious, however.

And Bucky noticed.

“No…don’t get shy on me now” He said softly moving to push you onto your back. He moved onto the bed, his right knee moving to spread your legs open as he hovered over you. “You’re so fucking beautiful” He muttered as he began to trail kisses along your jaw and down towards your chest.

He pulled back to get a good look at you, his right hand trailing behind your back to unclasp your bra. He discarded that, throwing it to land somewhere in his room.

“Holy fuck” He muttered as he looked down, bringing his free hand around your body, hovering just above your bare chest. “Can I..?” He asked, wanting permission to touch your bare tits.

Of course you agreed.

Bucky’s eyes clouded over after that, gently squeezing at your tits, leaning down to press soft kisses to them. All the while, he was grinding into you, his pants annoying the hell out of him.

That’s when he pulled back, and you thought something was wrong. That was until he threw his shirt off, moving to quickly unbuckle his belt and remove his pants.

That’s when you sat up, gently placing your hands over his, looking up at him. “Let me…” You said and unzipped his pants, tugging them down.

“Shit…” Bucky muttered as he watched you. He had to be dreaming. He’d never felt so turned on in his life, and the bulge in his boxers was only proof of that.

You then tugged his boxers down, his cock springing out of the confines. Your eyes were wide, and your mouth watered a bit. He was huge. To you at least. His tip was red hot and dripping with precum.

“I need to feel you, sweetheart…” He muttered “Can I please fuck you?” He asked, ever so sweetly. To that, you nodded, the wetness in your panties nearly becoming too much for you to handle. You hadn’t seemed to notice until now.

“Need some words, doll” He said and reached down, gently cupping your jaw and running his thumb over your bottom lip. “Keep looking at me like that and I’ll cum right now…”

“Please, Bucky…I want you to fuck me” You practically begged and that was all he needed.

Bucky had you back laying on your back in seconds, your panties ripped to shreds and thrown elsewhere. He admired the wetness of your cunt for a few seconds, not being fully in between your legs as you laid back, looking up at him.

He gently allowed his thumb to circle your clit, earning a soft whimper from you, your back arching a bit. “So pretty…all for me” He muttered before swiping his cock through your slit, your slick coating him before he slid himself inside of you.

And he went right in, your cunt sucking him in like a vacuum. He honestly didn’t know if it’d be that easy, but it was. It was as if you were made for him.

“Bucky…” You whimpered out. His hands gripped your hips as he began to move slowly, grunts leaving his mouth.

“You feel so good…my fuckin girl…” He muttered and you cried out, rolling your hips against him. That’s when his thrusts began increase in speed. He couldn’t help himself, you felt too good.

“Gonna ruin you, sweet girl” He said and you only moaned out in response. Bucky moved forwards, his hands moving to lift your legs up from behind your knees, thrusting into you at a new angle.

“I- Buck…” You tried to form words but you couldn’t, the amount of pleasure you were feeling in that make bread indescribable. He was hitting that perfect spot inside of you, all while singing your praises.

“Taking my cock perfectly” He muttered before leaning down, his lips finding yours in a haste kiss. He was fucking you stupid, and you didn’t mind one bit.

“Don’t stop!” You managed to say, gasping as you threw your head back. His bed was shaking aggressively, the headboard banging against the wall with how fast he was fucking you.

“I’m close, doll” He muttered and at that, with no warning, you came, your cunt squeezing around him even tighter than before. “That’s it, sweet girl…” He coaxed you through your high, not slowing down his thrusts.

“I’m gonna pull out, cum on your stomach” He explained but you had other plans. You wrapped your arms around his neck, wanting to keep him where he was.

“No…” You said your eyes burning into his “Inside” And the poor man couldn’t hold it any longer. He immediately came, filling you up with his cum.

“Fuck…” He trailed off, trying to catch his breath. “That…was the sexiest thing that’s ever been said to me, doll” He expressed and your cheeks flushed.

He finally pulled out, leaning down to peck your lips. “Let’s get you cleaned up” He said softly “Next time, I promise to take you out to dinner, hm?” He cooed.

And that he did.

A/N: I think this is the longest thing I’ve ever written!! I hope you guys liked it!!

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Working on a small STUCKY fic! I'll post what i have, and you tell me if i should continue and how i should continue. I'm always looking for constructive feedback.

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