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Bucky Barnes - Salvation

long and kinda slow-burn :)

“Stay safe you,” Matt said as I walked out of the small bookshop.

“Always try.” I smiled back as I skipped down the steps.

I scanned over the books I’d bought on my short walk home, turning the first few pages and already sinking into the stories within. The streets were quiet, sun setting as I hurried home to avoid dark.

I finally stepped foot inside my apartment and immediately went around and turned on all the lamps. I detested the dark, an old habit I found hard to break, as I swiftly checked from room to room. I did this to make sure no one was inside, but in the back of my mind I only looked for one man. Books placed on the side, I was about to sit down when a heavy knock sounded from the door.

“Bloody hell,” I muttered as I walked over. I swung open the door.

Fuck.

Slamming it shut quickly my heart raced and face paled. I could throw up, or faint, and I considered doing both. How did he know where I lived? What was he planning on doing? I bargained that I’d never go to police, and I didn’t for that matter, so why is he here?

“Y/N?” The Winter Solider said through the door.

“I-I haven’t told anyone.” I said.

“That isn’t why I’m here.” His voice was softer than I remembered, he sounded...normal.

“P-Please just go.” I begged, hand still tightly holding the doorknob.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he promised. “I won’t even come into the apartment, I just need to say something.”

I peeped through the spy hole, making sure he was alone. He usually was, however, on one occasion he brought back up. That was the worst of times.

“Step away from the door.” I ordered, to which he readily complied and took two large steps back. I opened the door a crack, waiting for him to pounce. But he remained firmly planted in his spot.

Warily, I creaked the door open. He was dressed in black jeans, a navy top and a black leather jacket. His hair was cut short, his beard was growing out and he no longer donned the muzzle he used to in public. Gloves covered his hand. He looked completely normal.

“My name is James Buchanan Barnes, and I am no longer the Winter Solider,” he said. “Apologising to you is my way of making amends with my past.”

I furrowed my brows. “What?”

He gulped. “I...I did awful things to you, and I’m sorry.”

“Is this...is this a joke?” I asked, peeping my head out a little and looking down the hallway.

He shook his head. “I’m trying to be a better person, and apologising to you is part of that. I could also, do things for you?”

My eyes widened. “Excuse me?”

“No!” He said. “No, I meant like...jobs or, I dunno...anything.”

“I’m so confused.” I whined as I rubbed my eyes. “Are you going to kill me?”

He shook his head. “No.”

His eyes looked pleadingly at me. He was alone, he looked normal and I could feel the truth drip off his words. After a long pause, I sighed deeply.

“Do you want to come in?” I stepped aside.

“If that’s okay.” He stiffly smiled and walked past me.

I shut the door and watched him. He looked around the small space, standing in the hallway. I had photos lining the walls, all of friends and family, and he took care to look at some of them.

“You can take off your coat and gloves.” He nodded and shrugged of his jacket, however, chose to leave the gloves on.

“Nice place.” He complimented.

“Thanks,” I had no clue how to act around him. He followed behind me as I led him into the kitchen, turning to face him as he lingered in the doorway. “I was going to cook some dinner.”

He nodded. “Anything special?”

I shook my head. “You could...join, we could talk.”

“That would be...nice.” He smiled.

I cooked in near silence. James took a seat at the small table by the window and watched me as I mulled around the kitchen. Chicken in, salad made, I turned to face him.

“It’ll be about half an hour.” I said as I sat opposite him.

“You’re being very kind.” He said.

“So, what is this?” I gestured between us.

He leant back. “The US Government has pardoned me, and part of that agreement is that I have to go to therapy. My Doc came up with a plan to help me...move on from my past. I have to go around and make amends with the people I hurt, or helped, and that means you.”

I nodded. “How many have you done?” I asked.

“A few,” he said. “I was...I was putting off doing you.”

I frowned. “Why?”

His eyes cast over to me as he took a shaky breath. “I...hurt you. In life changing ways, even if you forgave me, I could never forgive myself.”

I pursed my lips for a moment and didn’t speak. His eyes looked down at his lap, a sad expression coming over his face.

“I hated you,” I whispered. “I always thought in my head that if I ever got the chance, I’d kill you. But then I spent a while researching you, your past. What they did to you, how they treated you, what they made you do. And I realised, it wasn’t really you who hurt me, it was them.”

He gazed at me through his lashes. “Y/N...”

“You have nothing to apologise for,” I smiled, reaching over and taking his hand. “Water under the bridge.”

His hands flexed, squeezing mine. “Water under the bridge.” He repeated.

The gloves were soft against my hands as I peered down at them. “Can I see?”

His face grew uneasy as he shifted in his seat. “Um...yeah, sure.”

He peeled the gloves of slowly, almost waiting to me to stop him. The metal had changed. Instead of the bright silver I was used to, it instead was sleek black with gold details. He rolled his sleeve up as high as it would go, the infamous star now gone. It suited him better, I thought, complimented him more.

“It looks nice,” I smiled. “Better than the old one.”

“Thank you.”

“Could I?” He gave me a nod as I ran my ran over the cool metal.

It was really a work of art. Oddly, this one didn’t scare me. The other had felt my skin, brought me to the edge of death so many times, but this one? This one had only gently squeezed me hands.

We both jumped as the oven beeped, giggling a little as I stood and plated up our meal. We ate quietly, James complimenting my cooking one too many times. The evening drew on and soon James was shrugging on his jacket and lingering by the door.

“Thank you,” he smiled. “Dinner was amazing.”

I laughed. “I’ll have to cook it again.”

His eyes glistened with happiness at the chance of us seeing each other again. “I’d like that.”

I opened the door for him. “It was nice seeing you, the real you.”

He nodded. “I meant it you know, need a boiler fixing, walls painted, I’ll do it.”

He quickly scribbled his number in a small notebook and ripped out the page and handed it to me. “I’ll keep that in mind,”

“Bye.”

“Bye.” He danced around me for a moment before enveloping me in a short, tight hug.

Weeks passed and I didn’t contact him. I thought I’d be a painful reminder of his past and thus didn’t want to keep contact with him. That was, until my sink burst and my landlord claimed it wasn’t his responsibility. I’d tried hard to fix it myself, and the local plumbers charged ridiculous rates, so I found myself texting James.

To James B -

Hi! Sorry I haven’t contacted you before, been very busy! Could I pick up the favour you owe me? My sink has burst and I’m in desperate need of a plumber. - Y/N

I didn’t expect a reply, but he text back before I’d even put my phone back on the table.

From James B -

Hey! No worries. Heading over now.

I scrambled to tidy the apartment, dreading to confess I in fact lived like a pig most days. After a frantic half an hour, a knock sounded from the door.

“You’re a life saver,” I sighed as I opened the door.

James offered a lopsided smile, shrugging his shoulders. “No worries,”

“It burst two days ago, I had a go myself but I think I made it worse.” James set his bag of tools on the counter and opened the cupboard under the sink.

“Oh yeah, I see what’s wrong,” he silently set to work, laying on his back and doing god-knows-what.

After a while I went into the living room and read my book, curling my legs underneath me and settling down. James banged about the kitchen and a swear word or two later, he popped his head around the door.

“Done.”

“So soon?” I quickly stood and bounced into the kitchen. I turned the tap and stepped back, expecting water to drown my feet, but instead it simply swirled down the drain. “It lives!”

James chuckled at my remark. “A few bolts came loose and disconnected, easy stuff really,”

“Thank you James.”

“Bucky,” he quickly said. “Call me Bucky.”

“Thank you, Bucky.” I smiled. “Want to stay for lunch?”

“Yeah,”

We chatted mindlessly as we made sandwiches, Bucky telling me about his childhood. When he was the Winter Soldier I only heard gruff orders, but he had a voice that sounded smooth and sweet. His eyes lit up when he spoke of his siblings and parents, of a life that felt like thousands of years ago.

“You got a boyfriend?” Bucky asked, fiddling with the label on his beer.

I cocked a brow. “No, you?”

“No.” Bucky said. “I’ve tried these dating websites but...feel out of my depth.”

I nodded in understanding. “I abandoned those long ago,”

“I’m glad you text me.” He said. “I’ve spent the last few weeks wondering if you would.”

“Truthfully, I thought you wouldn’t want to speak to me.” I confessed.

“Why would you think that?” He frowned.

“I’m a reminder of your past,” I explained. “I can understand that even looking at me must be hard for you.”

Bucky paused for a moment and scanned over my face. “I see you as my salvation, not my damnation.”

I smiled. “I don’t think I said it before,” I shuffled a little closer. “But I forgive you, Bucky.”

His breath hitched, arm dropping to rest behind my head. “Say it again.” He whispered.

“I forgive you.”

Our bodies were close, Bucky resting his forehead against mine. I closed my eyes and waited for him to make a move, but they fluttered back open when I felt the moment slipping.

“I don’t want to push it,” he confessed.

“You aren’t.” I promised.

“I did bad things to you,” his hand stroked over my cheek.

“Then do something good.”

His lips pressed to mine. They were soft, softer than I’d thought, and he went slow and easy. I sighed into the kiss and pressed my body flush against his, my hands planting on his chest. His hand on the back of the couch slid off and looped behind me back, pressing me further into his as the other hand slid into my hair and held me close.

“Please,” he mumbled against me.

“Yes.”

Bucky eased me back into the sofa, lips still pressed tightly to mine as he eased between my splayed thighs. My hands moved up to fist his short hair, causing a quiet groan to escape his lips. Bucky’s hands held onto my hips as he gently, almost teasingly, ground his crotch to mine.

“Lemme make it better,” he whispered, trailing kisses down my cheek and neck.

“You can do anything,” I breathlessly promised, rolling my body up.

His hand slid down my stomach and into the back of my loose trousers, cupping my clothed pussy and flexing his fingers. I gasped and threw my head back, Bucky surfacing to peer down at me with hooded eyes.

“There?” I nodded at his question.

His fingers eased my underwear to the side and felt over the slickness he’d created. The cool metal of his hand ran over my burning cheeks and I thanked god for the relief of coldness in this moment. My eyes widened as his finger tips circled my swollen bud.

“So wet,” he murmured, gazing into my eyes.

“For you.” I whimpered back, cupping his cheeks.

“Me?” I nodded. “Good girl,”

I moaned again at his words, his fingers picking up their pace. My back arched as he eased two fingers into me, stretching me out. He groaned a little, muttering something about my tightness, before pressing his lips to mine.

“O-Other hand,” I said against his lips.

“What?” He pulled back, stopping his movements.

“Can you u-use your other hand?” I pouted my lips.

“Are you sure?” He furrowed his brows.

I nodded. Bucky removed his hand from my underwear, offering his glistening fingers to my lips. I hastily took them in my mouth, small hand wrapping around his wrist as I sucked. He momentarily closed his eyes, losing himself for a second before easing his metal hand between our bodies.

“Really?” He questioned again, playing with the waistband of my trousers.

I bucked my hips. “Please,”

I couldn’t help the loud moan that left my mouth as his metal fingers resumed his flesh fingers task. They rubbed tightly into my clit, causing my eyes to pinch shut and my jaw to slacken and drop.

“Such a good girl for me,” he cooed against my cheek.

I whimpered again. “I-I’m-“

“Gonna cum baby?” He asked, fingers increasing their speed.

I nodded and cried. “Yes!”

“Like feeling my metal hand, huh?” He teased with a smirk.

“I do! Yes!” My nails bit into the skin of his forearm, the other hand running over the smooth metal of his shoulder. “Oh Bucky!”

“Cum,” he shortly ordered. “Please baby, please cum.”

My head threw back and I saw stars. My back arched as Bucky wrapped and arm under me and held me close. He moaned softly into my neck, grounding his crotch against my thigh. My arms loops around his neck as I shuddered against him.

“S-Stop,” I begged, gently coaxing his hand from my underwear.

“Sorry baby.” He sighed into my neck.

We stayed tangled in each other for a moment before I reached a teasing hand down between us. Bucky quickly stopped me, sheepishly grinning down at me.

“I already...just then...” he blushed.

“Really?” I giggled.

“You have no idea how good you looked.” He whispered, pecking my lips.

I smiled warmly, stroking over his cheek. “Would you like to grab a coffee with me?”

He laughed loudly. “I’ll do more than that.”

#sebastian

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Bucky Barnes - Old Man

“Please let me take you to lunch,” Yori begged.

“Don’t feel like you have to pay me,” I said. “I like cleaning and doing your laundry.”

Yori cocked a brow. “No one likes doing that,”

“Well I guess I’m someone then,” I winked back. Yori simply folded his arms and tapped his foot impatiently. “Fine, where are we going?”

“Don’t worry, I know a place,” he smiled as he got his coat.

We walked slowly through the busy streets of Brooklyn, Yori holding onto my arm. He casually pointed at shops and told me what used to be there, who lived there and where they went. I longed to sit him down and pick his brains, but his memory was starting to fade so I simply took what I could get.

“Bucky!” My eyes snapped up as Yori exclaimed to a man walking towards us.

An easy smile graced the mans face. “Yori,” his voice was deep and velvety.

“We’re going to lunch, join.” The old man insisted.

Bucky’s eyes nervously flicked over to me. “I don’t wanna intrude,”

Yori waved him off and stepped away from me, walking considerably faster down the sidewalk than he had before. “Come! I’m nearly there!”

We both laughed and looked at each other. “I’m Y/N,” I introduced.

“Bucky,” he smiled back.

Despite the Brooklyn summer heat, he wore a thick leather jacket and gloves. His jeans were black and top navy blue. I was in a white, summery dress and I almost noted aloud how opposite we looked.

Instead, we both hurried after Yuri who was almost out of sight. The restaurant claimed to serve British Cuisine, and I chuckled a little.

“Slice of home,” Yori said to me.

“How very considerate of you,” I smiled.

“I went to the UK once,” Bucky piped up. “My pal married a girl from there.”

“Really?” I said. “What took you to my side of the pond?”

“The war-“ he stopped mid-sentence.

I furrowed my brows, he looked far too young to have taken rank in any war that would take him to the UK. “Afghanistan?” I asked.

Bucky quickly nodded. “Yeah,”

The conversation died as we found a table and sat. Yori looked at both of us with a sly smirk, trying to hide it behind his menu. Bucky and I both glanced at each other.

Suddenly, Yori slammed down his menu. “Whoops, I forgot, I’m meeting with another friend,” he began to get up.

“Wait, what?” Bucky frowned.

“Have fun on your date!” Yori waved as he hurried out the restaurant.

There was a beat of silence as Bucky and I both frowned. “I feel we’ve been set up,” I finally said.

“I feel that too.” Bucky laughed.

“Well I don’t know about you, but I’m getting fish and chips,”

The conversation flowed easily. Bucky said he was born in Brooklyn and noted how much the area had changed since his youth. I felt as though that was an inside joke I didn’t understand when he said it, a smirk playing on his lips as he spoke. He asked what brought me here and the boring answer was work.

“What do you do?” Bucky asked as he pushed some Shepard’s Pie on his plate.

“I’m a Historian,” I smiled. “It isn’t as boring as it sounds.”

Bucky laughed. “I love history actually,”

“Any particular parts?” I leant back in my seat.

Bucky shrugged. “World Wars and onwards,” another inside joke I wasn’t part of.

“I did my thesis on American Impact during the Second World War,” I said.

Bucky leant forward. “And?”

“Steve Rogers alone was enough to help morale in the Europe,” I giggled.

Bucky’s brows furrowed. “Really? The guys in Europe hated him. I remember when he-“ Bucky stopped talking.

“You’ve done that a lot,” I said after a moments silence.

“Done what?” He asked.

“Talked like you were there,” I explained. “Like there are all these inside jokes I don’t know.”

“Dunno what you’re talking about.” His eyes glistened.

“About Brooklyn changing, you in the UK, the World Wars,” I listed off. “Would it be too ridiculous to say you’re 100 years old?” I joked.

“106.”

“What?”

“I’m a 106.” I laughed until I saw the look of his face.

“No you aren’t,” my brain began to connect the dots. “Bucky...Buchanan...you’re James Barnes?”

His eyes cast down as he nodded. “I’ll go,”

Bucky quickly stood. “Wait! Why?” He didn’t reply as he sprinted out of the restaurant.

Without thinking I bolted after him. He was quick, half way down the street. I ran behind him, taking a long moment to catch up. Finally I caught his arm and jerked him back.

“Why are you leaving?” I panted.

“Look, you don’t have to be nice, I know that when people find out who I am they don’t usually wanna talk to me,” he grumbled.

“Are you kidding me?” I gaped. “You’re my dream!”

His brows furrowed. “What?”

“You’re a comprehensive, fully functioning 106 year old!” I smiled. “Your memories alone could make a book,”

“You don’t wanna know what goes on in my head,” he darkly warned.

My lips pouted. “Of course I do,”

His eyes cast down to me. “Hey! Hey you two!” We both turned to see a frantic waiter coming towards us. “I’ll call the police if you don’t pay!”

Bucky presented his wallet and took out a wad of cash. “Sorry,” he stiffly smiled.

The waiter huffed and grabbed the cash, walking away. “Please just...” I sighed. “We don’t have to talk about memories, I enjoyed our lunch, I find you interesting,”

“Really?” He seemed taken aback.

“Really.”

His lips pursed as he momentarily closed his eyes. They opened softer than before. “I know this bakery, wanna...grab a coffee?”

I beamed up at him. “I’m paying.”

“Not a chance.”

“Old fashioned I see?” I giggled.

“It’s an old man you see.”

#sebastian

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Bucky Barnes - Four Days

I stopped cutting the vegetables as the door opened, Bucky walking in. His hair was a mess as he dumped his backpack on the floor, sliding off his coat and shoes. He turned into the kitchen, looking sheepishly at me.

We looked at each other for a minute. “Where were you for the past four days?”

He scratched the back of his neck. “Um...last minute mission, I didn’t have time to call or text, sorry.” He lied.

I nodded and crossed my arms. “Who was with you?”

“Just Sam.”

“Oh...” we were silent for another minute. “You know how I know that’s a lie? Because Sam called two days ago asking how your holiday was going.”

Bucky paled. “Er...”

“Sam told me you booked a weeks holiday to spend time with me.” I said coldly. “Isn’t that nice?”

“Y/N-“

“Where were you Bucky?” I asked again.

He shuffled on his feet a little. “Vienna.” He whispered.

“And what were you doing there?”

He coughed. “I was um...finding someone.” He shortly said.

I sighed deeply. “Who were you finding?”

“A doctor. A...HYDRA doctor.” His eyes pinched shut.

I leant against the cooker, arms crossed. “Were you finding them or killing them?” I bluntly asked.

“You don’t want to know.” He grumbled.

“For fucks sake Bucky!” I snapped, storming into the living room. I turned the TV on to the news channel, the main article of the night was the death of a HYDRA doctor found hanging in his bathroom. “Does this ring any bells?”

Bucky snatched the remote from me and turned it off. “It’s fine I left no-“

“It’s murder.” I spat.

“Of someone who tortured me!” He defended.

“The police aren’t going to care about that!” I shouted back. “You can’t go around killing people who hurt you, you’ve got to let the governments of the world handle this!”

“Fat lot of good they’re doing about it, I’ve already beat them in numbers and I’ve only got one.” He confidently said.

I rolled my eyes. “If they find anything on you they will arrest you, they’re foaming at the mouths to arrest you anyway Bucky! You can’t just leave for four days, kill someone, and come back like nothing happened! Why didn’t you tell me?”

He scratched his beard nervously. “Because you would’ve talked me out of it.” He awnsered back.

“For good reason.” I snarled. He sat on the couch, head in his hands. We stayed silent for a moment, calming down from the eye of the storm. I sighed and sat on the coffee table in front of him. “I just...I worry about you.”

His head propped up to look at me. “I need to do this.” He said. “The UN aren’t doing anything...they’re just letting them go.”

I cupped his hands warmly. “They’re not, they just don’t work as fast as you do.” I said.

He squeezed my hands. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”

I sighed again. “You have people who care about you now, who worry. You can’t just disappear for four days without telling anyone. Do you know who worried I was?”

“You sound like my Mom.” He joked, a small smile gracing his lips.

I chuckled. “She’d agree with me then.” He playfully rolled his eyes. “Just...don’t do this again. They’ll come for you if they find out.”

“But-“

“I spent five years without you...I won’t do it again.” I said.

He didn’t say anything, just softly kissed me.

#sebastian

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Chris Evans - Morning

Scratchy kisses, that’s what I woke up to. Kisses trailing over my cheek and slowly moving down my neck. Then, unexpectedly, a heavy kiss landing on my lips. I groaned and moved my face away, shifting onto my stomach and nuzzling my face into my pillow. The kisses carried on over my exposed shoulders and back, the duvet slowly slipped down. I groaned again and tugged the thick material up to cover myself, goosebumps littering me as the cool air hit my exposed skin.

I heard a low chuckle before a deep voice. “C’mon baby, time to get up.”

I shook my head. “Five more minutes.” I bargained as I once again nuzzled into my comfy confines.

Chris laughed again. “Nope, I gave you five minutes, twenty minutes ago.” I huffed. “You don’t even remember me waking you up twenty minutes ago, do you?”

I didn’t respond as I slowly began to slip back into sleep, however Chris had other plans. He pulled back to duvet quickly, letting the cool air hit my naked body hard. I squeaked and then hummed in dissatisfaction, flopping my hand around me in an attempt to find the covers.

“According to the Buddha, everything is suffering and logically speaking if one is asleep they won’t know their suffering,” I grodgily said. “So let me sleep.”

Chris hummed in my ear, biting down on the lobe. “You aren’t using Buddhism to get out of this one.” He whispered.

I moaned and propped myself up my elbows. “Worth a try.” I said as I ran my hand through my unruly, curly hair. “What time is it?”

Chris looked at the clock on his wall. “Half nine, my brother is expecting us ‘round his for half eleven.” Chris slapped my backside. “Come on, shower, eat, get dressed, then go!”

“Make me a coffee please!” I called as he walked out the room.

“On it!” He called back.

I sat up in bed, stretching my tense muscles before looking around the room. Chris had obviously tidied up this morning, everything neatly back in its place after I turned the whole house upside down after searching desperately for my other converse.

I yawned and hopped out of bed, rubbing the sleep out my eyes as I walked into the bathroom. I cringed at my appearance in the mirror and pulled my hair into a low bun and quickly brushed my teeth. At that moment I became desperate for a wee and quickly situated myself on the loo.

“Where are you?” Chris called from the bedroom.

“Loo!” I called back as Chris walked into the bathroom. Any other couple would be embarrassed to see their partner in the middle of a wee, but Chris and I were so comfortable with each other it hardly mattered. “Thank you.” I sang as I took my coffe from him, sipping it and then grimacing.

“Not taste good?” Chris asked.

“Just brushed my teeth.” He nodded in understanding. “Did I need to bring anything to Scotts’?”

Chris shook his head. “Mom’s got desert sorted and Scott said he was doing a BBQ.”

I hummed. “Good, because I don’t have enough time to make anything.” I stood and flushed the toilet and washed my hands. “I’ll get some beer on the way, what’s the weather like today?”

Chris stayed silent as he pulled me close, pecking my lips. “Morning.”

I giggled. “Morning.”

Chris followed me as I walked back into the bedroom, seeing he’d made the bed already. “Hot.” He shortly replied.

“Dress it is then.” I hummed to myself as I walked into the large wardrobe and went to my side of the room. After flicking through many dresses I decided on a strappy black and white polka-dot dress, and my white high top Converse-All-Stars.

Chris was no where to be seen as I went into the bedroom to get dressed. After clothing myself I went back into the bathroom and applied minimal make up and made my low bun a little more neat. I looked at myself again and decided for a hot day I looked decent, after all I was only around family today.

I skipped downstairs, shoes clutched in my hand as I hummed a tune that had been stuck in my head for a few days now. I wandered into the kitchen, dumping my shoes in the doorway. I cursed as I realised I’d left my coffee upstairs.

“Chris!” I called as I walked into the hallway. I smiled as Dodger came up to me to say good morning, licking my hand as I scratched under his chin.

“Office!” I heard Chris call back, I quickly walked into his large office, smiling as I saw him. His feet were propped up on the desk, his chair declined as he read over a new manuscript he’d been given last week. “What can I do you for?” He hummed.

“Can you get my coffee from upstairs and I’ll make breakfast?” I sweetly asked. He paylfully rolled his eyes and stood, walking towards me and wedging his body with mine in the doorway.

“I want pancakes.” He requested as he pecked my lips a number of times. “With blueberry syrup.”

I nodded. “Can you get my rings? And my necklace, the one with the bee?” I asked.

He nodded and walked up the stairs, Dodger patiently waiting for him at the bottom of the stairs. I walked back into the kitchen and set to work on making Chris’ breakfast, tying an apron around my waist to save my dress from my messy cooking.

I’d measured out the flour as Chris walked in, dropping my jewellery on the island, along with my coffee. “Couldn’t find your necklace.” He hummed as he came up behind me, wrapping his arms securely around my middle.

I hummed. “Maybe I left it in the car.” I thought aloud, watching the mixer whiz my ingredients together.

“Maybe.” Chris replied, kissing my exposed shoulder before moving back to the island to sit at the breakfast bar.

Conversation rolled easily along as I cooked his breakfast, simple things such as asking about my arch nemesis at work, Debbie, moving quickly to what time we needed to be back tonight to watch the Canadian F1 race.

I placed the stack of pancakes in front of Chris and a jug of blueberry syrup beside it. “Breakfast is served.” I kissed his cheek as I placed a knife and fork in front of him.

“Thank you.” He hummed before drizzling the syrup over the thick pancakes.

I placed some bread in the toaster and began to crush some avocado to put on top. I sat beside him as we ate, keeping an eye on the time. After much debate over who would drive I finally won and dug through Chris’ coat pocket for the keys. After putting Dodger in the car we were off, Chris pulling out it his phone to call Scott.

“Hi, we’re on our way over.” Chris spoke as I started the car. “What? Oh, Y/N’s gonna kill me.” They said goodbye and hung up.

I turned to look at him. “And why am I going to kill you?” I asked.

“Because the BBQ is tomorrow.” Chris winced.

“Chris.” I whined. “You woke me up at nine-thirty.” I stated.

“Mid-day margaritas to make up for it?” He smiled.

I rolled my eyes. “You’re lucky I love mid-day margaritas so much.”

#chris

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Chris Evans - You Make Me Crazy

“You’re unbelievable!” I yelled as I pulled up to our house, shutting the car off and storming to the house.

“Me? What about you! You’re the one who let that guy flirt you with.” Chris accused, following closely behind me. As we entered Dodger ran to Chris, bouncing happily at his feet. “Go to bed Dodger!” Chris yelled at the small pup, who quickly sulked away somewhere else in the house.

“You know, this is the most pathetic you’ve ever been.” I told him, slipping off my heels and shrugging off my coat.

He rolled his eyes. “Excuse me for not enjoying my fiancé eye fucking another man!”

I stormed into the bedroom, Chris again following. “Oh how mature, yeah, I was eye fucking him. Well if we’re getting mad about that, I might as well be at war with every other women in the world!” I screamed.

“That’s different, none of them have a chance with me.” He scoffed.

“And that guy did! You really don’t trust me?” I struggled with the zip of my dress, Chris groaning and unzipping it for me.

“It’s not you I don’t trust, it’s them!” He yelled.

The dress fell from my body and left me in my underwear. I couldn’t help but notice Chris’ stony eyes run up and down my frame. “Oh what, they throw themselevs at me and I’d just bow down! Don’t you think I have a little dignity.”

“Well we all know how we got together.” He darkly hummed.

I stood still before him. “That’s low,” I whispered. “You know I didn’t love him, you know that he and I were practically over when we met.”

“Doesn’t change the fact you cheated.” He stated, crossing his arms.

“You know, I really fucking hate you sometimes.” I seethed. “Well Chris, if I’m such a slut then why don’t you leave! Huh? Why don’t you pack your things of your so much better than me.”

I pushed past him into the bathroom. “That’s not what I said Y/N, I’m just saying-“

“You know, you’re no better than me.” I jabbed my finger at him. “You knew I was with Mike when you started making an effort with me, you and I are the same.”

“Well I wouldn’t fucking cheat!” He yelled.

“But you’d happily fuck a women who was in a relationship!” I yelled back.

“I-you-“ he groaned and stormed out the bathroom, I heard the backdoor open and slam shut.

I huffed and removed my make up, putting my hair up into a ponytail and slipping on my nightgown. I walked back into the bedroom and sighed as I saw a few dirty shirts on the floor. I picked them up, but before dumping them into the washing basket I held them to my nose. They smelt like him.

I knew deep down that if I didn’t end this fight, it would go on for weeks. And I wasn’t prepared for some silly argument, no matter how many hurtful things that had been said, break up my relationship.

I walked through the house to the back garden, opening the door and looking out. It was dark out, Chris hadn’t turned the outside lights on. I struggled to see but eventually I saw a tall figure pacing back and forth by the lawn chairs. I slowly walked over, stopping a few feet away from him.

“Chris…” I softly called out, his head snapping to me. I saw him roll his eyes and sit down in one of the large chairs. “I…I’m sorry, for letting that guy talk to me like that, I genuinely thought he was just being nice.”

Chris seemed caught off guard by my apology. “You know you-“ he stopped himself and sighed. “You really make me crazy.”

I tiptoed forward, sliding onto his lap. His hands hesitantly landed on my hips, feeling over the silk slip. “Do you accept my apology?” I warily asked.

“Only if you accept mine.” I softly smiled. “I’m sorry baby, for going all caveman.”

I giggled. “You can go caveman,” I said. “Just…trust me a little, okay? If we’re meant to get married you need to learn to have faith in me.”

He nodded his head, my hands cupping his bearded jawline. “Love you.” He mumbled.

I pecked his lips. “Love you too.”

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Bucky Barnes - Just Sleep

I moaned a little and shuffled against the hardwood floor, trying to find a comfy position. I felt Bucky’s arms loosen around me as I moved about, finally huffing and trying to sleep with the discomfort.

Bucky sighed behind me and got up. I frowned as the blankets were pulled from me and opened my eyes, staring up at Bucky who was staring down at me.

“Come on,” he whispered. “Get up doll.”

I took his hand and was hauled up. “Where are we going?” I yawned.

“Bed.” He shortly send, picking up the pillows.

“But you don’t like sleeping in bed.” I tiredly muttered as I rubbed my eyes.

“Come here.” He took my hand in his and led me through the apartment to the disused bedroom.

The bed was always made, in case he ever changed his mind like tonight. When we first moved in I’d splashed out on an expressive mattress, the softest sheets I could find and the plumpest pillows on the market. Bucky hated the first night and so we set up camp on the living room floor.

I watched as he organised the pillows and pulled back the covers, tugging me over.

“But you hate it.” I repeated.

“But I love you.” Was all he replied as he led me down.

My muscles and back sighed in peace as I finally was able to sleep in the comfiest bed known to man. I snuggled into the soft confines of the bed and felt Bucky slip in behind me. His body slotted against mine, an arm looping around my waist and head pressing to the crook of my neck.

“Just an hour and we can go back to the living room.” I sighed, already half asleep.

“Don’t worry doll,” Bucky cooed. “Just sleep.”

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Bucky seeing you with a busted lip and being all worried. Reader tells him they got mugged and he is BIG MAD

Summary: After ignoring Bucky for days he finds out the reason why.

Warning/content: violence, mugging, stitches.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader

It's inevitable, bound to happen despite how hard you really do try to hide it from Bucky. Of course he notices the way you've been distancing yourself, dismissing any thought of seeing each other and he's incredibly sweet about it.

He sends texts asking to see you but you reply with lame excuses like work is making me stay later or something along those lines. His replies are always so disgustingly sweet against your hesitation.

'That's fine, get some rest. I miss you, sweet girl. How about tomorrow?'

It still sits in your phone with no reply, if only the stupid fat lip would go away already. It's been days and the swelling is starting to fade but instead a large, purple bruise crowns your lips, a rather large cut reaches the top of your Cupid's bow right through to the bottom lip.

It's late, you're stirring a bowl of instant noodles while the TV blares some lame adult cartoon show but you're not really paying attention to it anyways, just mindlessly scrolling on your phone.

"I thought I told you to lock your doors." The deep rasp momentarily frightens you, tipping the bowl just enough for a few drops of hot broth to burn the skin of your exposed thighs. "Sorry, sweetheart. Didn't mean to scare you."

The voice behind you can only belong to one person in particular, and you're trying to avoid him the best you can considering he will never, ever let this go. "Buck, you can't just sneak in here and scared me!"

He's close, the front of thighs press against the back of the couch, the coolness of the vibranium felt send chills down your spine as it whirls and clicks as your hair is moved to one side. Soft lips press against the skin of the opposite side, soft but gentle. Petal like lips soaking in the familarity he missed so much. "How else would I find out why you're avoiding me?"

"I'm not avoiding you Buck, I'm avoiding a certain situation is all." Lips never stop but you feel the strong press of wrinkles forming against your own skin from his forehead. Pinches confused as he hovers. "What does that mean?"

He's rounding the bend of the sofa with slow foot steps as you squeeze your eyes shut, not ready for the chaos that might follow afterwards. Even though this is it, Bucky is going to find out, you still turn your head to the other way in hopes it never comes.

Flesh fingers find your chin, angling your face to face him. Soft eyes meet steel blue ones, concerned laced in the wrinkles between his eyebrows as his face drops.

Instantly, both hands cup your face, rolling your head from palm to palm for any other signs of an injury. "Are you okay? What happened?"

"I'm fine Bucky." The man is kneeled between your legs, flesh thumb pressing into the divot of your chin and points it up. Getting a closer look at the nasty gash, two small stitches follow a transverse line down your bottom lip. "Before I tell you, don't freak out."

"Tell me."

"Don't freak out, I'm fine, I'm fine." Hands squeeze his wrist, trying to reinsure him the best you can manage.

"How can I not? First you're avoiding me and then I see this!" Bucky's voice raises an oculate, eyes narrowing like he can't believe the words even left your mouth.

"Tell me." He urges, eyes never leaving your own. The grip of your chin isn't rough at all, gentle but just enough pressure that signifies he means it. His other hand pushes the hair away from your face, running along the hair line with comforting cool metal.

"I got mugged walking home the other day, I fought back and he got me good with a key."

His mouth opens, but then closes. A stern, hard line wrinkles his forehead, "Why didn't you tell me? Did you get a good look at him? Did you call the cops? Nevermind I'll find him myself."

"No, this is exactly why I didn't tell you." Rolling your eyes and trying to move from his grasp but the vibranium that holds the back of your neck doesn't let you. His eyes soften just the slightest, a small hiss falling from your lips as he reaches out run a thumb across the stitches.

"My pretty girl." He hums, he'll make sure the man never touches a woman like this again. "What did he look like?"

"Bucky, I mean it, no going after him. I don't want you anywhere near this, it happens. No more fighting, no more violence." Bucky chews the inside of his cheek, the warmth inside his chest burns it. Aches with the thought of anyone touching his girl in such a way. You catch his drifting, hand reaching out to cup his jaw. "Promise me right now, that you will not go after him or look into anything about it. The cops are handling it."

"Fine..." He doesn't like it but the way your eyes meet his, it's impossible to deny you anything but he can't look away from brusing lip. He's annoyed, body posture gives it away. He's stuff, quiet, shoulders tense with a trembling anger. "Never hide something like this from me again, never."

Guilt creeps over, pushing your shoulders forward with a soft sigh. "I'm sorry honey, I just didn't want you to freak out or worry."

"Oh because wondering why you don't want to see me is not worrying at all." It's sharp but well deserved but the hand that cups your cheek doesn't match the tone. A large thump runs over the highest part of your face, watching the way your eyes close with the warmth of his skin.

"M' sorry Bucks, won't do it again. I promise." Without a thought you're leaning in to find his lips, but when they make contact you wince in pain.

Bucky presses one more soft kiss to your forehead before claiming he's going to get an ice pack for your lips but the moment he turns the corner, he presses the phone to his face.

He might have promised but Sam didn't.

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what is and what should never be [bucky barnes]

A/n: ok, so. Im really fucking insecure about this. I literally poured my heart into this fic. I’m genuinely unhappy with the beginning, but I promise you, it gets better!! I don’t have it in me to rewrite it for the 4th time. I really hope you’ll still like it though. If you ask me, this is the best fic idea I even had. Please, please, if you enjoyed it, let me know!!!

Summary: It was you and Bucky. An unlikely couple that shared equally disturbed pasts. When you get a day off, your paradise turns into hell as Bucky’s nightmares return, leaving you alone to deal with The Winter Soldier. (FLUFF, SMUT, ANGST) 12k

Warnings: 2 smut scenes - they’re graphic but not extreme, fluff, angst, violence, mentions of death and suicide, blood, a fight scene - also quite graphic but it was written to serve the angst. I don’t want to spoil the ending, but if you really connect with the characters, you will not hate me!!

This day had been long awaited. After months of back to back missions and endless efforts to climb up the greasy pole of US social standards, words failed to describe how ecstatic you were to know, that for the next 24 hours, your whole schedule would fully be in your hands.

You had the freedom to do just about anything you wanted, and the simple fact that the rest of the avengers left to deal with some paperwork excited you to no end. You woke up when it was time for them to take off, and made a snarky remark about heading to the gym - something along the lines of having a productive day centered on self development.

Just about 20 minutes later, you and Bucky, now also alone in the Stark Tower, decided to start off your day on the right foot. He offered to make protein smoothies as you changed into something comfortable and fitting for a workout, but neither of you got their job done.

You had no idea how that happened, but before you knew it you were wearing your sports bra and still had your pajama pants on, moaning on the counter of Tony’s kitchen as Bucky had lodged himself between your legs, hungrily exploring the heated skin of your neck, peppering you with bruise marks that represented his adoration for you. “You heal fast anyway” he shrugged, pulling you closer and digging his teeth into your flesh, sucking profusely and eliciting an erotic moan from your lips.

With every new hickey he left, another one would disappear, which in turn would make him even more frustrated, “The hell should I do? Tattoo hickeys on you!?” he groaned, moving up your neck. You caught his cheeks into your palms and kissed him back, smiling as he kept getting more and more aggravated.

It didn’t come as a surprise when the blender went berserk, splattering fruit pulp, almond milk and protein powder all over the pristine walls of the room - both of you have long forgotten about it.

The way Bucky cleaned the mess was the epitome of not giving a shit, and you couldn’t find it more endearing. He bitched and whined his way through the whole process, and tears formed at the corners of your eyes at the ridiculousness of the half assed job he just did.

You eventually reached the gym - of course, against all your pouting and begging to put off this session. “Doll, you’re the only avenger who can’t fight. A punk on the street could snap your purse and there would be nothing you can do”

Wrong, he was not. You couldn’t fight - but at the same time that didn’t mean you were defenceless. It was your immense power that for months on end made your teammates consider you a liability. The energy that surged through your veins had been too great for you to handle, and in fact, it still was, but now, thanks to the joined efforts of Tony and Bruce, there was a way for that power to be contained. Their solution came in the form of two massive shackles wrapped around the length of your forearms. They were made of dimeritium and kept all kinds of energy from leaving your body. But, even so, that energy was in full form, buzzing inside every fiber of your being. And so, while wearing them you couldn’t attack anyone, but there wasn’t a way for them to harm you either. That field of energy protected you from every kind of damage and wounds you had ever encountered, ranging from fist fights to automatic rifles to guided grenades.

“I’m the only one that doesn’t need to know” you huffed and puffed, annoyed but still determined to get this first training session done with.

But that never happened. Halfway through your warm up rounds, your teasing side awoke and it took you about ten minutes to go from batting your eyelashes and flaunting your ass, to nonchalantly cupping his cock into your hand.

No one could blame Bucky for not even trying to stop you. Bless him, he did everything he could, but he was never able to resist you. And probably never will be.

By the time you were done at the gym, both your bodies were coated in lecherous layers of sweat, no of them being from actually working out. It was only a matter of time until you managed to break his self control and he had you sprawled on all fours in the middle of the boxing ring, moaning your soul out as he pounded your pussy.

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it’s what he deserves [bucky barnes]

A/n: This is the reworked version of an older fic of mine, altered to fit Bucky!! I liked it and didn’t want it to get lost in the void!

Summary: absolutely no plot, just blow job goodness. (SMUT) 1.6k

Warnings: None, I think. Just be 18+ :)

Leaving a trail of greedy, sloppy kisses down his ever hardening abdomen, the enticing touch of your hungry lips made Bucky struggle to keep his calm. You could see his whitening knuckles against the edge of your desk and you figured his fingernails would’ve burnt holes through his palms if he didn’t have anything solid to crush into his hands.

Reaching the gray waistband of his underwear that poked above his black jeans, you switched your direction, teasing your way to his sides.

“Baby-” he cooed, feeling your teeth lewdly sink into his burning skin. Another satisfied, yet tormented grunt escaped his lips when your hands pressed against the insides of his knees. He fucking knew what was coming for him and only the thought of it made him start questioning his ability to keep his shit together.

“I’m gonna be so good to you” you murmured with fervor, every word rolling off your lips slowly, as you looked up at him with big, doe eyes. Your chin brushed against his restrained member as your fingernails dug into the flesh of his jean covered inner thighs on their way up. The way his body unconsciously responded to absolutely every stimulus, even the way his wounded stare begged for you; it was all beyond mouth watering.

“(Y/n)-” Bucky cried, bringing a shaky hand to tuck a few strands of hair behind your ear. You knew he didn’t want to show it, but you’ve been pushing his buttons the whole afternoon, creating a build up that could only end in the best way, and not only for him.

“I got you, baby” you smirked, connecting your lips to his abdomen again. His skin was already forming ridiculously small beads of sweat that were slipping down from every pore of his body. Palming him with your right hand, with the other one you unbuttoned his jeans and undid his zipper.

Another choked back wail escaped his dry throat in anticipation, this being the only sound audible in the room besides his jerky breathing. You dragged his pants down his tense, muscular legs, allowing them to pool at his ankles. With your fingers clenched around the elastic of his underwear you pulled back, and dragged your hands down, letting his boxers fall abandoned on the floor.

With his member finally finally free, Bucky threw his head back, hands flexing as his numb legs simply refused to continue to carry his body’s weight.

“Suck my cock, baby, come on” he whined as his head fell forward.

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the set up [chris evans]

A/n: this is the reworked version of an older fic that I wrote!!! I loved the vibe so I didn’t want to allow it to get lost in the void!!

Summary: Some mutual friends decide you and Chris would make a cute couple and decide to set you two up!! (SMUT) 6.4k

Warmings: smut, unprotected sex and they also just met so I strongly advise you to not follow their example, oral (both), brief mentions of spanking, hair pulling and dirty talk. It’s chill y’all.

This is a standalone fic, and not part of any series!

“If this girl-”

“She’s great!” Scott cut Chris off harshly, already above tired of his brother’s endless flow of nasty comments.

“I feel uncomfortable doing this!” Chris protested again from the passenger’s seat, shifting around, eyes fixed on the road ahead, “At least tell me what she’s like!”

“Gorgeous” Scott belted, nodding his head to accentuate his point, “Smart as fuck so you better control yourself” he said so sternly, not even a drop of sarcasm escaping his lips, “She’s also into old music so you can talk to her about that? Kind of-”

“So then- God this is still weird” Chris sighed, rubbing his hands across his face, not used to the idea of being set up with a girl. Maybe he wouldn’t be as terrified and nervous if all his friends hadn’t been constantly going off about how great you were, because considering their history, Chris was sure there was something horrible Scott forgot to mention.

“God what the- oh no!” you managed to exclaim as your feet ran laps around your bedroom, “How the fuck do you forget to mention he’s Chris Evans?”

“Calm down” Anne sighed burying her face into the scattered pillows around your bed, “Seriously, that doesn’t change anything, we’re all meeting in a pub, I promise you, it will be fine” she added, giving you a reassuring smile.

“Like I’m not awkward enough around idiots…” you complained again, walking to your friend to zip up your short dark blue dress. “I got this” you said as you felt the material tighten around your body, giving you a well-deserved boost in confidence.

Seated at the round table, you were so absorbed by the conversation that was being held that you failed to realize the two tall boys that approached your booth. Chris’s presence made something inside of you shift; and it wasn’t only the tingly sensation in your stomach at the sight of him, you also felt your walls build up, blocking all the confidence you ever had.

“Hi, (Y/n), right?” he greeted you, extending his arm.

With a shy smile on your lips, you stood up to shake his hand. As if your already existent butterflies didn’t exhaust you enough, his liquid touch managed to send shivers in waves, propagating across your whole body, reaching places you didn’t know could buzz like that. Chris sat down next to you, and after every time you told him something, you mentally scolded yourself for not participating more; for letting the shy side of you take control tonight.

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would you? [chris evans]

A/n: I literally word vomited this in less than 20 minutes and didn’t proof read it so please be kind lol. Also I haven’t written fluff in ages and I forgot how to do it!

Summary: Chris gets all riled up when you tell him you actually like and would date his character Ransom, from Knives Out. (FLUFF) 1.4k

Warnings: literally none? I think… alcohol if that’s a warning? Oh, and shitty writing. And tons of fluff. Like only fluff. Too much maybe. Really fucking domestic tho. I needed that tonight.

Above anything else, you loved late nights in. Like this one for instance, as it was well past 3am, and both you and Chris were still wide awake. You, in the living room, scrolling through the channels on your rarely used TV, and him, in the kitchen, grabbing glasses, making popcorn and picking the next bottle of wine.

“Baby!” you yelled over your shoulder as you suddenly stopped flicking through the channels and finally settled on one. Chris’s face took up the whole screen as Knives Out was playing, and you couldn’t help but smile.

He didn’t answer.

“Baby!” you called again, this time louder and more determined.

First, you heard a soft clatter and then a deafening bang. “You ok?” you asked, rushing to your feet and sprinting towards the kitchen.

As soon as you opened the door, your eyes landed on Chris. He was sitting on the floor, his back hunched dangerously low.

“Baby, what happened?” you whined, walking over to him. Then you saw it. “Is that my shake for tomorrow?”

Chris looked up, eyes all wide and apologetic as he tried to win you over with his dazzling smile, “I just wanted to taste it”

“You child” you laughed.

“I don’t know why I got so scared when you called me, I fucking dropped it” he confessed, standing up and grabbing a napkin, “You know when we were kids and were doing stuff we weren’t supposed to? That’s the kind of nervousness I was feeling while drinking your shake”

“I thought you were just tasting it?” you pouted.

Chris opened his mouth to respond, but then found himself at a loss for words. “Ok, fine!” he eventually exclaimed, “I don’t know why yours is so much better than mine?”

“That’s because you’ve got no patience to blend properly” you rolled your eyes.

“Oh, I blend!” he argued amused, pointing his finger at you, “It’s not the blending, I tell you”

You sighed, unable to hide your smile. Moving to the side to help carry the snacks to the living room, you spoke to him over your shoulder, “I still don’t understand why you won’t let me make it for you”

“Because I’m a grown ass man, Y/n” he huffed, still inside the kitchen, “What kind of dipshit isn’t able to make his own protein shake?”

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