#Bucky x Mexican!Reader

[luna-lunera-morada]

Holding History

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Mexican!Female!reader

Summary: Prank wars between the reader and Bucky are all fun and games until one prank goes too far.

Warnings: Angst, reader and Bucky being assholes, mentions of family death, language, fluff

Word count: 3.1k

a/n: A good chunk of Spanish is used but the words in bold are the translation :)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Growing up with a bunch of siblings and cousins made you used to the constant bickering, playing, fighting, and especially the pranks. You were a master at it even though Bucky would say that the mantle belongs to him. Ever since you joined the Avengers not far back the connection between you and the ex Winter Soldier was rocky, rigid, and how Wanda likes to call it, childlike. These pranks have been going on for about a month now and everyone in the compound was done with it. Whenever either one of you had a chance to do something you would strike. It didn’t matter the occasion or the time of day. Parker has been the only one keeping track of points and so far you were winning and there was no way you were gonna let that change. The last prank was on Bucky and it was the best one you’ve pulled yet.

His beard had started to grow longer than he liked so it was about time that he would want to shave. This gave you the perfect idea.

Bucky was really private about his personal space, especially his room. It was his safe space, the main thing he had that made him feel in control of himself. You waited till he left on a mission with Steve and Sam to make your move. Making you glad that you wouldn’t have them berating and scolding you about ending this war. But they would be back the next day leaving you with a small window to get the job done.

3 am.

Everyone was sound asleep and the hallways clear. You touched your back pocket to make sure you had everything you needed. A bent nail, superglue, dental floss, and a bobby pin. The first three items were for the prank. You walked up to Bucky’s bedroom door and turned the handle. Locked. This is where the bobby pin comes in handy. You quietly pick the lock, making sure no one saw, you go in.

You’ve never been in his room but this is certainly not what you were expecting. You had thought that a shaken mind would lead to a shaken living space but it was the opposite. His room looked like a modern hotel room. It was so clean not one thing was out of place. Yet again he didn’t have that many things decorating this space. Except for a lamp and one framed picture on his nightstand. You turned on the lamp and picked up the frame. It was a picture of everyone at Bucky’s welcome back party. The day he returned from Wakanda everyone was waiting for him with open arms especially Steve and Sam. This was the first day you met him and it didn’t really go well. You accidentally spilled your drink on his metal arm causing it to malfunction. The first thing you did was laugh, you didn’t mean it in a bad way it was just a habit of yours. When something went wrong you would laugh first and then comfort. He didn’t take it likely though. That’s where the war began. Since you were relatively new to the team you stood on the edge for the picture next to Wanda. But you weren't there. It looked like he tore you out of it. Damn you didn’t know he hated you that much.

You put down the picture, turned off the lamp, and made your way into the bathroom. After a couple of minutes searching you had finally found his bottle of shaving cream. You take the cap off and plunge the nail into the nozzle and covered the tip in superglue. After it dried you tied the floss from the nozzle to the cap. That way when he goes to open the bottle he’ll activate a shaving cream grenade.

You could just imagine the outcome, the scene plays in your mind causing you to giggle. You put the bottle back where you found it and look in the mirror. There’s a piece of paper stuck to it, you step closer to get a better look in the dark room.

Is that you?

The torn picture is taped to his bathroom mirror. Before you could muster up another thought the sound of muffled conversations and keys jingling behind the door pulls you into a panic. Hide, hide, you need to hide. Bucky would fume if he found you in his room. You can't go out the way you came in without getting caught so you pull the shower curtain to the side and jump in.

This wasn’t good. He just got back from a mission, what if he wanted to take a shower first? Oh you should’ve thought this through. You hear the door open.

“All I need is water on my face and sleep. I’ll see you guys in training, goodnight.”

The sound of heavy tactical gear and footsteps grow closer to the bathroom. The light turns on letting you see a faint outline of his body. He starts to strip from his tactical gear and- oh. You thank Thor and any other God for keeping Bucky in his boxers but wow. He bends down over the sink to rinse his face. He takes a deep breath and dries his face with a towel. He reaches to run his finger over the picture taped to the mirror. Your heart hammers in your chest loud enough that Bucky might hear it. He opens a cabinet and pulls out… here we go.

He pulls off the cap and a boom sounds through the space. His face looks like he took a mordida out of a birthday cake and someone else shoved his head farther into the icing. White foam drips from the ceiling and onto his head. His face is in shock and confusion.

“What the hell?”

You try your best to hold in your laugh but it was no use. Bucky hears the muffled gasps for air and yanks open the shower curtain.

“You little shit!”

He reaches for you but you duck under his arms and race out of the room into the hallway. Bucky’s not that far behind you running and leaving a trail of shaving cream behind him. You get to your room and lock your door.

The harsh pounds of a vibranium fist makes your room shake. “Open the door Y/N.” You stand in front of the door with the biggest grin.

“Or what? You know, I think you have bigger problems on your hands.” You lean to whisper to the crack in the door. “You made a little mess.”

Bucky turns to see the white foam that has turned the compound into a slip n slide. Down the hall a tired Sam comes out of his room rubbing his eyes. “Can you guys shut up everyones trying to sleep.” He looks at Bucky, “Why do you look like Santa?”

Bucky sighs, “What?” Sam motions to the foam beard of Bucky’s face but he’s still met with a confused look.

“You know what, cut the bullshit and clean up, Tony’s gonna be pissed when he sees this.”

The man himself appears in the hallway. “Barnes why the fuck does my compound look like a winter wonderland?!”

Sam chuckles while retreating to his room, “Told you Santa.”

Bucky sends one more pound to your door. “You better watch your back Y/N.”

“Buena suerte Barnes.” Good Luck Barnes.

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It’s been a week since the shaving cream prank and Bucky still hasn’t retaliated. Usually he would get you back the next day and you weren't gonna lie, this scared you a little. How bad was this next prank gonna be? He’s taking too long and the urge to pull another prank is eating you alive. But the stupid rules state that you can’t prank the other person twice in a row. So that meant you had to wait for the bisabuelo with the metal arm to pick up his steps.  

The team had decided to go out and have a small bonfire near the trees outlining the compound to have a relaxing night. Tony had made a traditional campfire with logs for seats and had a built-in s'mores tray full of gram crackers, chocolate, and marshmallows. The logs seated up to three people leaving you to sit with Wanda and Peter, Wanda in the middle while you and Peter sat on the edges. Across from the bonfire sat Bucky, Steve, and Sam.

You haven’t sat at a bonfire since you were a little girl taking trips south of the border to go visit family. Memories started to come back from your childhood making you teary eyed.

Wanda noticed, “Y/N, are you okay?”

You look up to the stars hoping the cool air would dry your eyes but more memories come flooding in. “Yeah, I’m good. I’m just… remembering.”

She lifts a hand to hover above your forehead. “Can I?” You nod as a stray tear falls down your cheek. A red glow emits from the palm of her hand as your mind is pushed back several years to a place you once called home.

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The clear starry night of your abuelas rancho has always been one of your favorite things. Your absolute favorite however was the life that those stars shine on. Your cousins are running around in the backyard playing with a ball and your abuelo is setting up a small campfire as you watch closely next to him. One of your cousins kicks the ball too hard in the wrong direction and knocks over a flower vase causing it to break. Abuela comes out of the house, “Ya me quebraron la maceta! Ya a dormir!” You broke my pot! Now to sleep!

Everyone walks inside like a dog with its tail in between its legs. You leave your abuelos side and start walking towards the door, towards abuela.

“Usted no. Quiero hablar contigo, ve y siéntate al lado de la lumbre.” Not you. I want to talk to you, go and sit next to the fire.

As you make your way back to the fire your grandfather bends down to kiss your head. “Buenas noches mija.” Goodnight. You look up at him and hug his waist. “Buenas noches abuelo.” He retreats into the small house for the night leaving you to sit in the warm dirt. The ends of your hair brush the earth with its length, reaching below your hips when you would stand.

She finally came out holding half a lemon, a cup of water, and a comb. You knew this meant she was going to comb your hair so you sat up straight and waited for her to sit behind you. She places the items on the ground and gathers your hair in her hands, slowly running her fingers through the long strands.

“Que largo tu pelo, que bonito.” How long your hair is, how pretty.

You squeeze the lemon into the cup of water and mix it. This mixture was like nature's perfume for hair. You hand her the cup, soon you feel the liquid running down your hair and down your neck. You stare up at the stars as she divides your hair into three sections and starts to braid.

“Tu cabello tiene tanta historia y tanto significado. Cada hembra representa a nuestros antepasados y nuestro orgullo.” Your hair has so much history and so much meaning. Each strand represents each of our ancestors and our pride.

She ties off the braid with a rubber band and pulls you to sit on her lap facing the fire.

“¿Me puedes prometer algo?” Can you promise me something?

You pull the long braid over your shoulder and run your fingers over the groves. “Si abuela.” Yes grandma.

She kisses your head, “Sé que no estaré aquí por mucho más tiempo y serás libre de tomar cualquier decisión cuando seas mayor, pero por favor no te cortes el cabello. Representa más de lo que sabes.” I know I won't be around for much longer and you will be free to make any decision when you're older but please don't cut your hair. It represents more than you know.

You don’t ever want to imagine a life without her but one day a strand will belong to her, meaning she’ll never leave you.

“Te lo prometo.” I promise.

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Your hair has been in a braid ever since, long enough now that its ends fall beneath your lower half. Wanda removes her hand and hugs you.  “She seems like a beautiful woman.”

You smile at the memories, “She was.”

You look around at the people gathered around the fire making s’mores. This is your family now, in some way. You hear a soft thud on the ground and look over to Peter. “Oh noooooo, my s’moreeee…” You finish the last line with him, “...it’s brokeeennnn.” You two giggle with each other over your stupid humor and go back to eating the warm treat.

Thor speaks up from the circle. “Is it possible to have pop tarts instead of gram crackers?” Clint gives a concerned look, “How do you not have diabetes?” Before Thor could respond Bucky shoots up from his seat. “Yeah, I’ll go get some.” You watch him as he walks back to the compound then turn your attention to Natasha as she starts telling ghost stories.

It’s been a couple of minutes and Bucky should have been back by now. You look towards the compound and he’s nowhere to be seen. Across the fire, Steve smiles at you but his expression quickly changes. Before you can ask what’s wrong you feel someone pull your hair from behind, almost pulling you off the log, and in a second the weight is gone. You turn to look behind you to find no one there.

Turning back to the fire Bucky takes his seat and raises what looks like a long rope with scissors. “I think you’re missing something.”

Wanda looks at you and gasps, quickly turning to Bucky with eyes fuming red. Everyone's attention switches from you to the item Bucky’s holding and small gasps are heard from all around. You take a closer look at the rope he’s holding, confused at the statement said before. But it's not a rope, it’s your braid.

No.

You reach behind your head to gather the long thick hair in your hand, but there’s nothing there. You freeze. A breeze brushes past and you feel the ends of your hair touching just above your shoulder. Mumblings from the group and yellings from Wanda ignite all around, but you can't hear anything, can’t feel anything.  

“¿Me puedes prometer algo?” Can you promise me something?

You can’t breathe.

“Te lo prometo.” I promise.

You look through the fire to see Bucky confused at your reaction, there's a hint of worry behind his eyes. That’s when the tears start to fall, and they don’t stop. You can feel a panic attack coming to the surface. Hiccups and sudden gasps for air shock your body while hot tears fall onto your chest.

Wanda grabs your shoulders and brings you to stand. “Let’s head inside honey.”

You don't respond, it’s like your body has no control or urge to move. As both of you pass Bucky, Wanda snatches your braid from his hands. “You cold-hearted, insensitive man.”

Bucky makes a move to stand as you two walk off but Steve places a hand on his shoulder holding him down. “Just stop, Buck. You’ve done enough.”

The walk to your room feels like a year's journey. How could he do this to you? Yeah, you never actually told him how much your hair meant to you but you didn’t know he was going to chop it off. The prank wars went far but never this far. But how can someone justify this as a prank? This wasn’t a prank, this was pure cruelty. Wanda opens your bedroom door and ushers you inside to sit on the bed. You stare at the ground with teary eyes and feel a dip in the bed behind you. Wanda gathers your short hair in her hands and a sob finally breaks through you.

She leans to speak softly in your ear. “Shh, don’t worry honey. Don’t you remember?” She holds her hand in front of your face. “Some people don't call me a witch for nothing.”

She holds the long chopped braid under the new shorter tips of your hair. A red glow gleams behind your head and the familiar weight is brought back to your scalp. Your head whips around to face her while the braid follows the movement onto your shoulder.

“Wanda, how did you-?”

You hug her with such a force almost making both of you fall off the bed.

“Thank you. Thank you so much, Wanda.”

She laughs and steadies your bodies, “Your welcome.”

A knock turns your attention to the door. You wipe your tears away, “Who is it?”

“It’s Bucky can I come in?”

You start to push yourself off of the bed when Wanda puts an arm on your shoulder. “Are you sure? You smile and nod. Bucky has his head down when you open the door. Wanda shoots him a glare as she walks out leaving both of you alone. Bucky walks in looking at the floor and lifts his head as you close the door.

He catches sight of the long beautiful braid reattached as if nothing ever cut the strands. He lets out a relieved sigh. You walk around him to sit on the bed and pat the spot next to you signaling him to take a seat, he does.

“Y/N I-”

“I made a promise to someone that was very dear to me. I planned to never break that promise until I was six feet under.”

His eyes stare into yours with regret and sadness.

“What you did out there made me feel like I was already six feet under. Even further than that.”

A tear rolls down his face. “I’m so sorry Y/N I- I never would have done what I did if I had known. Please forgive me.”

Your hand rises to cup his cheek, wiping away his tears with your thumb. “I forgive you. Truce?”

He takes your hand in his. “Truce.”

He hugs you. Hiding his face in the crook of your neck. Your chin rests on his head as you run your fingers through his hair. “Bucky?” His hum is muffled through your hair.

“Why am I on your bathroom mirror?”

“Shit.”

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a/n: Yay! This is my second post and I’m so excited to do more. Any suggestions are extremely appreciated! My request box is open so feel free to leave a little something :)

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unfinished business (2) | bucky x avenger!reader

summary: Steve’s silly joke happened to inspire the best, or possibly the worst, idea Wanda had ever come up with — send James Buchanan Barnes and y/n on an all-expenses-paid honeymoon in Hawaii. the problem? they cannot stand to be around each other.

warnings: enemies to lovers, forced proximity, explicit language, alcohol consumption, sarcastic!bucky

word count: 3,230

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A brooding figure loomed over the table, and, judging by the sharp scent of woody cologne, it was not the waiter.

The sun had disappeared from the broad horizon, leaving the restaurant basking in the soft glow of lanterns and candlelight. Dreamy jazz sounds saturated the space, which was simultaneously open and closed. Despite the lousy name, Toro Toro was a spectacular overwater establishment — a long wooden dock led to an intimate setting with limited tables and a narrow but elegant bar. It was situated only a short walk away from the common areas of the hotel, possessing the pleasure of undisturbed peace as the restaurant imposed a strict adults-only policy.

“The menu’s full of oysters, caviar, shrimp with garlic butter?” Her sentence warped into a question as she read through the entrees before glancing at James through the top of the menu. “Delicious, but might be dangerous for a man pushing a hundred and ten.”

“A hundred and seven.” James scanned y/n’s exposed chest, eyes raking over the silk dress and Louboutin heels.

The man wouldn’t describe the attire as a pleasant change, that he’d die before admitting, but it was a change. The black satin shirt Steve had convinced him to pack matched the color of her clothing, and they, to anyone who knew any better, horrifically resembled a couple. A massive diamond ring rested on y/n’s fourth finger from when Tony had gifted it to her for Christmas, solidifying her as Bucky’s pretend wife. 

The table bore two bottles of Cabernet Sauvignon, one empty and the other on its way there. She must’ve been sitting at the table alone for the last half hour, nibbling at bread and cheese without ordering. If James knew y/n, and in some of the worst ways he did, he’d guess she had established a sob story of a fourth wedding anniversary and a missing husband.

He’d be right.

“I’ve heard oysters are an aphrodisiac, so that’s a no,” she placed the menu down, staring at James as he sat down, “why are you here?” 

It was the burning question of the hour. Why did James Buchanan Barnes decide upon a dinner with her? 

“I was in desperate need of an evening with you, and it is our wedding anniversary,” he nodded at the waiter, who approached the table to bring more bread, “also, I was hungry, and nothing at the buffet seemed appetizing.”

To say that nothing at the buffet seemed remotely delicious would be an understatement. The Shack was holding a Mexican night, and as much as James had fallen in love with nachos over the years sharp salsas he couldn’t yet stomach. Mexican dishes had consistently been more of a punishment than a pleasure for the soldier. A rendezvous with y/n could never compare to his intolerance for spicy foods. Besides, James had no desire for mediocre pizza at the 24/7 lounge.

She cocked her head to the side, amused. “Jordan!” The woman called after the boy. “Could you bring us champagne? Oh, and more butter, please.” She flashed him an innocent smile, gazing at him through hooded eyes.

Besides the hostess, Jordan the waiter was the first to greet y/n at Toro Toro. He had been as flirtatious as he had been awkward, but he was also great at conversation, even sitting down with y/n when she had, less than honestly, admitted that her husband would not be joining her. He had brought her an off-menu appetizer, inviting y/n to a staff party later that week as condolence.

“I see you made a friend.” James spread a generous amount of butter on a piece of bread. 

“I did! He’s a Maui local and works at the resort for good tips, hot chicks, and free booze.” The explanation earned a baffled look from James. “Jordan’s words, not mine.” She graced his empty glass with the leftover cabernet and shook her head in disbelief. “I cannot believe I had to sit through exhausting monologues of villains on vacations and catch me if you can, but please don’t for nothing.” James couldn’t figure out the latter reference.

“Did it excite you?”

“Yes.” She poured herself a glass of champagne when Jordan placed an opened bottle and hurriedly disappeared. “All that foreplay, and you still showed up.”

James grinned crookedly, staring into her eyes — for a split second, his walls crumbled, allowing her to witness an honest man who was truly amused by her joke. Except it was over before she could say anything, and James averted his gaze, picking up the menu. She is not funny. 

“Oysters are the last thing I’d imagine to an aphrodisiac,” he commented, eyes locked on the piece of paper resting in his hands. 

“Giacomo Casanova reportedly ate heaps of them for breakfast,” she drained half her glass, “learned it at Pepper’s fun fact Friday,” she explained, referring to Pepper’s infatuation with acquiring seemingly the most peculiar of information. 

Her own remembrance of bizarre knowledge had never come in handy until the conversation, yet, she had been grateful to have learned about seahorses, the purpose of eyebrows, and, in Pepper’s words, “dangerous wax coating on supermarket apples”. 

The left corner of his mouth curled up into a meager smile, “he must’ve been real horny then.” 

“He must’ve been,” she agreed. 

An unusually amicable silence settled between the pair as she bit her tongue on a cobra’s blood would be a much more unsettling aphrodisiac addition, keeping it to herself rather than continuing a conversation of sexual matters with him. James had presumably picked out an entree, messing with the silverware until a certain man caught his eye. He shuffled in the seat, refilling both of their glasses, and leaned in closer than she would ever want him to, especially during dinner, for she had not yet lost her appetite. 

“Remember Elijah Williamson,” he stared at someone behind the woman, “a corrupted politician the FBI asked us to help incarcerate?”

“Yes,” she narrowed her eyes, attempting to read Bucky’s expression, “he was accused of working with HYDRA on a similar project as they did in 2014.”

“And we both knew that HYDRA continued to work in silence and that he was guilty, even though the court deemed Elijah innocent?”

“Yes.” The tone of her voice was beginning to bear hints of annoyance again, the relatively lighthearted atmosphere shattering. 

The FBI and Avengers often bumped heads, given their lines of work, so it had come as a surprise when the government’s agents had reached a dead end and showed up at the compound for help. She could remember the day as if it had happened yesterday — the smug grin she had on throughout the first meeting and the sour taste when Steve had paired the two.

“We need someone with extensive knowledge of HYDRA and someone who could go undercover,” he had said then, “please put your differences aside. This is important.”

Steve had been wrong about the woman. She had not been needed for undercover work.

Nonetheless, by the time Natasha had offered to step in and take over, James and y/n were in too deep. Too deep into Elijah Williamson’s personal and professional lives. The case had consumed them, and at times, they’d almost stumble on the missing piece of the puzzle before the court had deemed him innocent, and they had been forced to step away empty-handed. Somedays, she strangely missed the countless cups of coffee, the sleepless nights, and the eerily peaceful conversations the two had shared for eight solid months.

“Do you still think he’s guilty?”

“The government asked us to not intervene any further after the trial was over.”

“Yes, but that is not the answer to the question I asked.” James returned his stare to her face. It was firm and heavy, and as he searched for something in her eyes, a glimmer of trust perhaps, she hunched in the chair. “Do you?”

She was in thought for a second. “We had very few leads, James.” None were of significance either. “Elijah donates to charities all the time, he helps kids in the foster system, hell, he does too much good to believe he’d want to wipe out half the population.”

“That’s what he wants everyone to assume.”

“I would love to entertain the idea of Elijah Williamson being guilty, but the man, as it stands, is innocent in the eyes of prosecutors.”

James leaned back in his seat. “Do you trust me?” His sudden change of tone took her by surprise.

“I could envision trusting you on the field if my life depended on it, but I’d be reluctant to ask for a coffee.” Reluctant was a restrained statement. 

“Good girl.”

“What?” She asked, face drained of emotions before she burst out laughing. Heaven help me, James has a praise kink, she giggled once more, he’s so getting blackmailed when we get back. 

“It slipped out on accident.” Pink hues crept onto his cheeks before his expression hardened. “Don’t turn around, but Elijah’s here, and he’s been staring at me ever since Jared brought the champagne.”

The woman must’ve developed an instinct to do the opposite of what James would instruct her because she peeked over her shoulder, locking eyes with the politician.

“The waiter’s name is Jordan.” She spoke, ignoring Bucky’s disappointed expression when their eyes met. “I suppose this action did not earn me a second good girl?”

“It did not.” He smoothed the invisible wrinkles on his satin shirt. “Please behave. Elijah is making his way towards us.” His words were less than a whisper.

She had seen Elijah at the trial, sneaking glances from the very far back to avoid getting noticed, but she did not remember him being … attractive? The man who loomed over their table had a full head of luscious, gray locks, and though he had just turned 68, he did not look a day over 50, with sun-kissed features and round eyes.

“Sergeant Barnes, it’s a surprise to see you in Maui.”

James rose to shake his outstretched hand. “I have to agree. I’d never peg you as The Maui Resort kind of man.”

“My wife and I met here, what,” he paused, “thirty years ago? We return each August for our anniversary.” He chuckled, turning his focus towards y/n. “Who’s this beautiful lady?”

“Thank you.” She offered him a smile, leaping up from the chair. “I’m Amelie, James’s wife.” She outstretched her hand, which he shook without hesitancy. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

It pained James physically to abstain from an eye roll. 

“Elijah.” He introduced himself and glanced behind the pair, studying the table. “Champagne is always a sign of celebration.” Though it was not formulated as a question, his tone had notes of curiosity in it.

“Yes!” James confirmed as if breaking free from a trance. “Honeymooners,” he gestured between himself and y/n, “we’re honeymooning.”

Elijah took a second to speak, staring at the soldier in amusement, and y/n stepped in before James had a chance to deliver additional, and most likely ludicrous, lines. “Would you mind joining us for dinner?”

The politician was great at masking, but she was a spy, trained by the Natasha Romanoff to pick up every, and any, clue. “Everyone has a tell,” the redhead had observed, “learn to notice the smallest of reactions.”

It was a slight raise of his left eyebrow that had revealed his interest in the personal life of James Buchanan Barnes. His interest in James’s wife, in her.

“We’d hate to interrupt.” He spoke, and there it was again, the subconscious raise of his eyebrow.

“Please,” she smiled, softly placing a hand on Bucky’s bicep, “I’d love to hear about your program for troubled teens in foster systems.”

The soldier beside her realized y/n’s play, “we haven’t even ordered, yet,” he encouraged.

They had been asked to abandon the case, but a dinner with Elijah Williamson was the closest lead they’d ever get. The eight months they had spent working on the case had strangely been the most peaceful months he had ever spent at the compound. A snarky remark would slip past his or y/n’s lips in a while, but they had managed to act cordial. He burned with a desire to demolish HYDRA and anything that was left of it, and she had taken the hint, letting James lead the way. It had been the first time he had seen y/n for who she truly was — a great spy and agent, but she’d never know for he’d never tell her. The pair had built a balance between respect and hatred, and compliments had no place in their complex relationship.

She had always known James was a deadly assassin and an excellent spy, but she had never accounted James as a persuasive liar. By the time dessert came, Bucky had fabricated intricate stories of their wedding, life after retirement, and a random fake cat named Alpine. According to him, it had magnificent white fur and was adopted. He had lazily draped the metal arm across her chair’s backrest a while ago, and she could almost forget the motive behind the dinner. Bucky’s stories had painted him as a cool, loving husband, who had been eager for a honeymoon ever since the two got falsely married. That he hadn’t mentioned.

The tone of his voice remained charming throughout the night, and y/n silently reminded herself this dinner wasn’t a pleasure for Bucky or for herself, but simply a means to an end.

“James, do not take this the wrong way, but Amelie is wonderful.” Nancy, Elijah’s wife, spoke. “Very few people would be willing to forgive, and pardon me for the harsh phrasing, the Winter Soldier’s bloody past.”

James tensed at the words, maintaining his faux grin. “She is.”

Perhaps under different circumstances, she could see herself appreciating Nancy. The woman operated multiple charities, was a human rights lawyer, and a socialite. She oozed elegance, her graying blonde locks, pulled into a tight bun, perfectly complemented her auburn orange gown. She appeared to be out of touch with reality at times, but she was somewhat friendly and welcoming. Definitely, a great listener, and though being a great listener did not exclude someone from committing crimes, y/n had a hard time comprehending that this graceful woman could do as much as lift a finger to a small animal. Nancy couldn’t want half the population wiped out, could she?

“It was harsh,” she came to Bucky’s defense, “but I understand how it could appear from the outside looking in,” her tone had an edge sharper than she intended it to. 

“Amelie’s a very forgiving person,” James shifted in his seat, removing his arm to refill everyone's wine glasses, “and she’s all mine.” The glimmer in his eyes when he turned to peek at her was a relieved thank you.

“Sergeant Barnes,” she broke their brief eye contact to look at Nancy, “has blood on his hands, but it is not a burden James should bare, for it was HYDRA’s fault.” She noticed as his hand slowly crept underneath the table, harshly squeezing her thigh; a warning that it’s too soon to bring it up. “If HYDRA existed to this day, I would destroy it myself for everything they’ve done to him.” Bucky's firm grasp had painted goosebumps on her exposed skin, yet she refrained from smacking his palm away, opting to furtively push it aside.

“She asks me to get rid of spiders.” He forced a chuckle, studying y/n, and removed his hand. “My wife is too terrified to kill them.”

“Oh, I believe Amelie. A woman would do anything for the man she loves.” Nancy nodded, causing the two to share a pithy look.

“Nancy’s right, James, your wife is a wonderful young woman,” he peered at him through the top of his glass, “and Amelie, thank you for having common sense.”

She analyzed Elijah's body language, noticing a second tell.

The politician would gently tap on his glass, middle and index fingers barely making contact with the object before he'd push it away to knit his hands together. It had only begun after bottles of champagne they had shared as a group. He was intoxicated and most likely wouldn’t shy away from speaking voluntarily.

“What do you mean?”

“Last year I was on a trial instigated by some FBI fools.” The politician leaned back in his seat. “They accused me of leading HYDRA, except HYDRA doesn’t manifestly exist."

She caught the word manifestly, holding onto it. If he had ended the sentence with "HYDRA doesn't exist, manifestly," she might've let it slip, but, and perhaps she was reading too much into it given his underhanded past, "HYDRA doesn't manifestly exist"?

“The FBI does more damage than good.” She spoke with faux reassurance. “I wouldn’t find it hard to believe those knuckleheads put a lovely man through unimaginable horrors.”

“Careful, Sergeant, I might have to steal her.” Elijah’s comment earned him a playful smack on the shoulder from Nancy. “Darling, it was a joke. Nancy Williamson is the only woman I’d ever need.” He placed a tender kiss on her temples before turning his attention to James.

“What is the secret?” He questioned, pretending to be amazed by their affection. “We might need it a couple years down the road.” A sly smile stretched across his features.

“Don’t say that!” Nancy hiccuped as she drained her glass. “You’re both so young and so in love.”

We are young, y/n thought, but hell would freeze over before we fell in love.

The woman placed a gentle hand on Nancy’s before she could refill her glass. “It’s probably best if we called it a night.” She spoke, pretending to care whether Nancy was drunk or sober. 

“I was skeptical of a dinner with the former Winter Soldier at first,” Elijah wrapped a hand around Nancy’s shoulders, pulling her into his embrace, “but it was great. I cannot believe you cook eggs with pesto, I must try that.”

“I do,” James nodded, unsure of what pesto was, only ever hearing about it from Tony, but supporting his lie nonetheless, “it’s a breakfast from heaven.”

Elijah laughed at his words, loud and carefree. “What are your plans for tomorrow?” He asked, glancing between them.

Her plan was to tan in an adults-only beach and drink her body weight in mediocre margaritas, as far away from James as she could possibly get, but an honest answer might not have gone down well.

“Surprisingly, we have not decided yet.”

“Great! Nancy and I are organizing a yacht party tomorrow, so put it on the list.”

James wasn’t a fan of yachts, parties, or spending time around y/n, but he was willing to sacrifice comfort if it meant a solid lead toward the demolition of HYDRA, “I cannot wait.” 

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[reigningqueenofwords]

Writer's Block

Pairing: Bucky x Reader Word count: 2,218

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Sitting back in your computer chair, you groaned. On the screen in front of you, a blank page taunted you. That little black cursor just blinked over and over. Was it trying to drive you insane? “This is bullshit.” You muttered to yourself. Running your hand through your hair, you couldn’t decide if you wanted to cry, punch something, or just shut down your computer and walk away. None of those options sounded good enough. 

“Babe, I’m home!” Came the voice of Bucky, your boyfriend of four years. 

“In here!” You called out, feeling stuck in place. Letting your head lean back against the little pillow on your chair, you closed your eyes. Maybe he’d have a suggestion. 

Finally, you heard the tell tale sound of him making his way towards your little office. Okay, it was a walk-in closet that you’d turned into a “writing nook” when you moved in together three years prior. “There’s my girl.” He sounded so proud, even now. It made you smile slightly. “Are you trying to write via mind control? Because as cool as that sounds, it doesn’t look like it’s working.” He teased. 

You couldn’t help but chuckle at that. “If it did, you’d see a lot of foul language on that screen.” You looked over at him as he moved to stand next to you. 

“Rough day?” He rubbed his hand over your shoulders. 

“Rough last few months.” You said sadly. 

Bucky frowned. You hadn’t mentioned anything to him about it, always hoping it would pass. “How about I get you out of the house for a couple hours, and you can tell me about it?” He offered you his hand. 

You chewed on your lip for a moment, and caved when he fake pouted. “Only because you’re cute.” You took his hand and got up. “And it’ll still be more productive than me just sitting here…” You mused. “Let me go get some shoes on.” You kissed his cheek, giggling at the scruff. 

“I love that sound.” He grinned, pulling you close. “How’s Mexican sound? We can try that place that just opened up downtown.” 

You scrunched your nose. “Every time we pass it it’s really busy.” You countered. “Can we just go to Bertolli’s and get some pizza?” You batted your eyelashes at him. 

“If my girl wants pizza, pizza she gets.” He pecked the tip of your nose before turning you towards the door and giving your backside a pat. “I’ll meet you downstairs.” 

You were so thankful for Bucky. He could always cheer you up, and always supported you. It meant the world to you. He never made you feel silly for writing for your favorite shows and movies. Sure, he hadn’t really gotten it when you first told him about it, but he came around. Now he would even proofread for you sometimes, or help when you were stuck. He was perfect. 

Bucky watched you go for a minute before typing “ I love you. ” on your computer for whenever you went to write again. With a smile, he shut the light off and left the little nook. 

“So, talk to me.” Bucky looked at you, sipping his soda. “What’s been going on the past few months?” 

Licking some sauce off your lips, you shrugged. “I really haven’t been able to write.” You told him honestly. 

“Writer's block? I mean, I can provide some inspiration.” He flirted, wiggling his eyebrows. 

You shook your head, chuckling lightly. “Not exactly. I get ideas, plenty of them. I get so excited, but then I sit down…and nothing. When I do write, I don’t finish the story. I’m lucky to finish a chapter.” You explained. “I used to be able to just write, and write, and write. I loved it, and I miss it so fucking much!” It was obvious how frustrated you were, and he remained quiet, letting you get this out. “And I loved the community, too. Ya know? But at some point, I feel that people just stopped reading. I’ll be lucky if just a couple people read, and that hurts. I put so much into my work, but why make that effort if no one cares? I know, I know ‘write for yourself’ or some shit, but all it does is remind me that no one wants to read my work anymore.” You shrugged a shoulder. “It hurts.” You said softly. 

He reached over and took your hand. “What you’re feeling is completely valid.” He assured you. “It sucks that they don’t read like they did. It’s also their loss. I love your work.” He smiled. “What do you think I read when I can’t sleep? Or I know you’re napping while I’m on my lunch break?” When your eyes went wide, he chuckled. “Surprised?” 

“I am!” You nodded. “I had no idea.” He’d never even hinted! “Do the guys at work know?!” Your cheeks felt hot at the thought of his coworkers- and friends ( your friends!)- knowing. 

“You’re fucking adorable.” Bucky beamed. “I don’t think so. I don’t hide it, though.” He shrugged. “But I doubt they’re reading over my shoulder.” 

You relaxed slightly at that. “Okay.” You took another bite of your pizza. 

“Have you thought about writing a book?” He wondered, making you raise an eyebrow at him. “You’re a really good writer, babe. I think you’d kill it. Or, ya know, your characters.” It was a running joke that you enjoyed murdering your characters a little too much. When he would proofread he would ask which was getting offed. 

“Oh, wow. No.” Shaking your head quickly, you hoped that was the end of it. “Writing for characters that already exist is easy. I just come up with scenarios.” 

“And you make whoever is reading feel so many emotions. Maybe take your work that you’ve already done, edit it, change some names, a few places, and bam! A book of short stories by a future best selling author.” He grinned, saying it like it was the best idea ever. “Think about it. You have hundreds, if not thousands, of stories to choose from. Hell, some of those stories have a lot of chapters to them. You could flesh those out a bit and have a book.” 

Swallowing, you gave him a small smile. “I never wanted my hobby to be my job.” You pointed out. “What you’re saying makes sense, and it could work, but..” 

“But? How about you think about it? Don’t try to write for a week or two. Work on other things you like, and we can take a little vacation next weekend. Either you’ll still not like the idea, you’ll love it, or maybe you’ll just miss writing so much that something will come to you.” He encouraged. “Deal?” 

After a moment, you nodded. “Deal.” You agreed. “Maybe I’m stuck because I’m trying to force it?” You mused. 

Bucky nodded. “That could be it, too.” He gave your hand a squeeze before letting go. “I hope this helps you relax, either way. Let’s enjoy the rest of this pizza, get home, and enjoy a bubble bath.” 

You snorted. “I love how you’re all tough but will always be down for a bubble bath!” You grinned. 

“Can you blame me?” He chuckled. “I get to relax with my girl.” 

“This is the fourth shelter we’ve been to, Buck.” Steve sighed. “We have seen a lot of really cute animals I’m sure she would love.” He went on, hands on his hips, as he faced his best friend. 

Bucky shot him a look before it softened. “I just want our first pet to be perfect.” He pointed out. 

“Then why am I here, instead of her?” He teased. 

“Because our five year anniversary is coming up. I want to propose…and give her a pet.” He finally admitted. “I was gonna tie a ribbon with the ring around the furball’s neck. Or is that stupid? That’s stupid, right?” 

Steve’s eyebrows shot up at that. “Is that why you asked Nat and Wanda to take her on a girl’s day today to get ‘pampered’?” He asked. “And no. Not stupid. Kinda surprised you came up with that, honestly.” 

“Ha. Ha.” He shook his head. “And technically, I didn’t. Y/N has been writing again, and sure…she still has the violence, and angst that can even make me feel like a 13 year old girl watching the Notebook for the first time…but it’s got so much love in parts now. She wrote out this really romantic scene. Thought I’d recreate it for her. Flowers, a pet, proposing.” He ran a hand through his hair. 

“I’m happy for you.” He grinned. “I still don’t get why you won’t tell me where I can read her work, though. You always talk about how good it is.” 

He shrugged. “I think she’s worried about you guys reacting badly to it.” He slowly walked through the cages, knowing your heart would break if you were there. You’d want them all. Hell, if he was richer, he would say sure. But he wasn’t rich, sadly. “I’ll talk to her.” He promised, crouching in front of a cage with a white cat on it’s back. “Comfy?” He chuckled, putting his finger through the bars of the cage. As the white cat got up, he smiled, watching it come over to scratch itself on his finger. “I think my girl would love you.” He just felt that cat was the perfect one for them. “Let me go ask about adopting you…” He scanned the tag. “Alpine.” Standing up, he crossed his fingers that it worked out. 

“I’m home!” You called out as you walked in the front door. “Something smells amazing in here.” You noted. Hanging up your purse, you toed off your shoes before making your way towards the kitchen. 

Bucky stepped out right before you reached it, making you stop. “Meet me in the dining room? It’s almost done, and I want to serve it to you.” 

“I think I can do that. If I can get a kiss first.” You said playfully. 

“Like I could turn that down. Hopefully more than just kissing later?” He grinned, making you laugh. 

Slapping his arm gently, you pecked his lips. “I think that can be arranged…” You flirted. 

As you headed towards the dining room, he watched, biting his lip. He was nervous, but excited. Hopefully, he’d be holding you close that night as his fiance. He rushed back into the kitchen to go to the back porch to get Alpine. It had been fun trying to get that ribbon tied, because she kept trying to play with it. Crouching, he scooped her up. “Show time, Alpine.” He scratched her, enjoying how she rubbed against his jaw, purring. 

You glanced over when you saw the door to the kitchen open. However, when you didn’t see Bucky, but a fluffy white cat, you gasped. “Hello, there.” You slid off the chair to pet her. “Aren’t you beautiful?” You pet her, missing the ring. Her fur hid it well. 

“Her name is Alpine.” Bucky told you, carrying in a glass of wine for you, and a beer for him. “She has something for you.” 

Your eyes went to the cat. “Do you?” You giggled. “What would that be?” You tilted your head, trying to figure out what it could be. That’s when it hit you, and you untied the ribbon around her neck. Finally, the ring came into view, falling into your hand. “Bucky?” You looked to your boyfriend. 

“Marry me?” He asked, hopeful. 

“Yes!” You giggled, getting up to rush over to him. “A million times yes!” 

Taking the ring from you, he slipped it on your finger. “I need to thank Stevie. He helped so much with picking the ring, and driving around to find Alpine today.” He admitted, a bit bashfully. 

You grinned, admiring your ring. “It’s gorgeous. And really, planning this off my fic?” You giggled. 

“I was hoping it would make it that much more special for you.” He wrapped his arm around your waist. 

“It really did.” You leaned into him. “I can’t wait to tell everyone I’m marrying the best guy ever!” You had no idea that he had been planning on proposing. “But, for tonight, I want to celebrate with my fiance !” 

“Oh my God, I’m so glad you’re home!” You rushed to your fiance. 

“Where’s the fire?” He steadied himself as you all but tackled him. 

You shook your head. “A story I posted just yesterday has over ten-thousand hits, and everyone loves it!” You were all but bouncing up and down. 

“Holy shit, that’s amazing!” He hugged you. “I didn’t get a chance to read it today, clearly. Is it one that I proofread for you?”

“Nope. This was a special surprise I wrote for you.” It was your turn to be a bit nervous. “It’s a short one, so how about you read that while I go finish prepping for dinner?” You suggested. When he nodded, pulling out his phone, you kissed his cheek and rushed off. 

It wasn’t even five minutes later when you heard him. “You’re pregnant?!” He exclaimed, clearly excited. You couldn’t wait for so much new inspiration as you created your lives together.

[mcubuckyxlokisbitch]

Out of all the Time Lines Chpt1: Avengers I need your help

Short Series !

Female Asgardian reader (now avenger) X TVA Loki

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Summary: After your Lokis death and have moved on and joined the Avengers. After the aftermath of Endgame you and the other remaining Avengers all seek shelter in the new Avengers Warehouse Pepper Potts bought as a temporary replacement while the Avengers mansion is being renovated. What happened after a very tired mission. Well, you're speechless, to say the least.

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You entered the living room with the rest of the team all covered in dust, scratches and tired faces. All of you just saved another casual disaster but the aftermath was the annoying part, burning buildings, hurt people, without Tony stark it meant the clean up crew for the Avengers were the Avengers.

"Alright, what movie and what restaurant shall we engage in tonight." You say as you use your magic to teleport your sword to your room and grab the telephone on the coffee table, plopping on the couch.

"I don't know, but I am in the mood for some Mexican food," Sam said walking in and taking off his goggles.

"Yeah no we just had Mexican yesterday Sam there is no way I am eating another burrito, enchiladas, or taco for the 5th time this week." Bucky shouted as he stretched out on the loveseat next to the couch.

Scott, Thor, Wanda, Peter, Kate and Yelena walked in as they made their way to the kitchen and the living room to relax after a long day.

"Well I for one could actually go for some Phò." Wanda said while grabbing a glass of water. "Yes that actually sounds nice," you replied.

"Second it." Bucky Raised his hand and passed out on the loveseat.

"I will fiest on any of your choosing," Thor said while taking off his cape to wipe off the gunk from storm breaker.

"Phò sounds wonderful. Just make sure I get one of those spring roles. Oh and don't forget were running out of chilli sauce." Yelena shouted from the fridge.

"I just restocked." Scott threw his arms and groaned. "hah." Yelena mocked.

Peter took off his mask and rubbed his forehead combing his hair back, he had the worst migraine ever. Was this a spider sense? Why is it worse than ever?

You shouted for his attention, "Peter man of the hour, Mexican or Phò." Peter didn't answer, he was trying to hold himself on the table trying to compile himself.

"Peter?" You looked towards him. You started to get worried and walked towards him. "Peter. Did you hear me, Phò or Mexican?"

Peter looked at you and fell on his butt.

"Look kid we all are tired but at least try to make it to the couch I ain't carrying you." Same teased.

"Peter are you alright," Wanda said with a concerned face rushing towards him.

"Just tired... crazy migraine, feels like a spider sense but not ...it's the worst I've had." Peter looked at the concerned faces towards him, while he found support from your hand "Probably just tired." he chuckled.

"Well Phò it is, maybe next time Sam." You shook the phone and gave it to Scott to take the orders because he knew the team lie the back of his hand.

"Peter do you require help to get on the couch." You brought Peter back up as he tried to make his way onto the kitchen island.

"I'm fine just need water and a good meal. Imma lay by here." He groaned and slipped onto the table face on the surface.

You went to the sink to pour him a glass of water. Placed it on the counter making sure he drank every drop.

You grabbed a popcorn pack from a top shelf and brought it to the microwave as you set the time. You looked back at Peter who was getting a second refill.

You crossed your arms as you leaned back on the wall waiting for the timer on the microwave to go off. You closed you eyes resting your head as you looked up the ceiling.

"Teya what movie...Not silence of the lambs"

"Action or Comedy, Sam I don't mind..." You sighed not opening your eyes taking some shut eye before the alarm in the warehouse blares for the next emergency.

"Cassie said Gnomeo and Juliet was nice," Scott said looking through his phone.

"Bucky is scared of the Frog." You chuckled.

"In my Defense doll I only said it to make my move on you." he smirked kissing your cheek.

"Now thats a new level of low and pathetic." Sam groaned in disgust. You try reach for an aspirin on the top shelf but Bucky beat you to it.

"Here." he passed the bottle to you.

"I lift cars, I think can lift a shelf handle." you retorted to him

"We talked about this doll," he places both his arms on your shoulder.

"Right..." you breathed and dialouged dramatically " Why thank you, James, you're such a gentleman." flipping your hair.

"OH I call dibs on Robocop" Yelena raised her hand after laying out all the snacks.

"I'm letting the kid's pop culture spinner decide." Sam takes the remote from Scott and faces back to Peter. "Yo Pete what movie."

"Babylon," Peter replied from the kitchen island still rubbing his temple.

"As long as it's not Hamilton." You teased.

"Sams got it all memorized by now." Bucky continued.

"Not as much as you Buck, I heard him belting burn last night," Sam replied. The microwave beeped as you turned your back from the crowd and you grabbed a bowl to place the pack in.

"Heh well, you can say he's gonna be your right-hand man." you giggled at your cringe joke. "Get it." but no response was made, just silence from the crowd.

"Oh cmon that was fun-" you turn to see the reason of their response and froze "Ny......"

"Avengers I need your help."

[finnofamerica]

The Week Of - Bucky Barnes X Reader || Part 2 || Angst / Fluff

Summary: As a bridesmaid in your best friend’s wedding, you are invited to stay with her during the week of the wedding as everything gets prepared for the big day. Things don’t quite go as planned when you discover that you will be bunking with one of the groomsmen.

Word Count: 1,180

Date Posted: 05.30.23

TW: strong language.

Note: This may not actually be that angsty again...

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“Are you ready for that hug now?” You asked, wandering into the kitchen, baggy sweats cuffed around your ankles so you wouldn’t accidentally trip over them. Ava’s face broke out into a grin. 

“Yes, of course!” She squealed, pulling you into her arms. “God, I missed you! It’s been too long.” 

“I missed you too.” You relaxed into the physical touch, no longer feeling overstimulated from the airport. The quiet was interrupted by the growling of your stomach.

“Do you want to go get shitty fast Mexican food and hang out in Bessie and talk?” She asked, needing to get in a good chat before the events of the wedding kicked off. You nodded, smiling sheepishly. 

One hill that you would die on is that what makes Filiberto’s so great is the fact that it is so shitty and greasy. The last time you’d visited Ava, the two of you had Filiberto’s three times in the one week. Something about it made it so delicious and addicting, and within days of your return home, you were already fantasizing about when you would get your next taste. 

“I’m sorry that I didn’t ask you to be my maid of honor,” Ava interrupted the content silence of your meal in the front seat of her VW Bus. The sunset over the park you had pulled into casted golden rays over her face. “I just needed someone who would be here to help me with the planning and the bridal shower.” 

“I understand,” You smiled, “I kinda assumed that’s why you didn’t pick me. I’m glad you and Greyson are finally tying the knot, though.” 

“I heard that you and Bucky had quite the rough start.” 

You sighed, regret sitting heavy in your chest, “I was overstimulated and not handling my emotions well. I shouldn’t have taken it out on him, but he also shouldn’t have kept me trapped in that tiny space while he let everyone else get off the plane first.”  

“I know,” Ava assured, “But Bucky doesn’t know that. I think you two would really get along if you apologized. Maybe if you explained to him what was happening in your big beautiful brain.” 

“You’re right.” 

“Are you ready to head home?”

“Yeah, let’s head home.” 

Bucky was laid shirtless in the king-sized bed when you entered your shared room, book in hand. For a long moment, you were frozen in place. His entire left arm was made of metal, but it looked like an arm. It wasn’t like the vast majority of prosthetics that you had seen. Most impressive was that it was functional. There were many prosthetics you’d seen that were for show or had very limited functionality. 

“Are you gonna keep staring, or are you gonna say something?” His voice knocked you out of your stupor. 

“I uh,” you let out a long breath, trying to calm your racing heartbeat. Each word halted, making your sentence come out slow and staggered. You were never one for confrontation; every syllable felt like a nail in your coffin. “We got off on the wrong foot today, and I just wanted to clear the air.” 

Bucky set his book to the side, giving you his full attention. Momentarily distract you with how his muscles shifted and the puffy scars that crept down his left pec. 

“I am sorry that I snapped at you.” You started, looking anywhere but at his face, “I was really overstimulated by the whole air travel process, and I genuinely wanted to claw off my own skin, and airports have entirely too many people and noises and things. Not that that excuses the fact that I was rude to you, but I’m just trying to let you know where I am coming from and why I acted the way that I did, and-” 

“Stop.” He said firmly, causing your words to fizz out like air being released from a balloon. “I was being a dick too. Obviously, you weren’t enjoying that situation when we were unloading, and I deliberately sat there to make you suffer. Wanna start over?” 

You sighed, a smile growing on your face. You stuck your hand out for him to shake, “Hi, I’m Y/n.” 

“I’m Bucky.” He shook your hand.  “Your arm is fascinating. Is that the latest from Stark Technologies? I heard after some horrible incident overseas, Tony stopped producing weapons of mass destruction and instead started to produce prosthetics and fund resources to help veterans with PTSD.” You sat cross-legged on the bed, trying to get a better look at the slated metal in front of you. “It’s fully functional? Like you never lost your arm?”  “It took a while to adjust to its sensitivities, but yes, it’s fully functional.”  “Can I touch it?”  “I guess,” He chuckled. He was used to children asking to examine his arm, but most grown adults just adverted their eyes and pretended it didn’t exist as it that was supposed to help normalize someone having an arm made entirely of metal. You examined it with care, only using feather light touches as you traced the slats in the metal. You followed the pattern all the way up his shoulder to his chest, where the scars spiderwebbed across his pec.  Bucky sucked in a breath as you traced one of his scars, shifting slightly. You pulled your hand back abruptly as if he’d electrocuted you.  “I’m sorry, did I hurt you?” You asked.  “No…. It’s just been a long time.”  You waited for him to finish his sentence for a moment until you realized that he wasn’t going to.  “I guess it’s getting pretty late.” You scratched the back of your neck. "I can sleep in the armchair.”  “Absolutely not. I would not be much of a gentleman if I let you do that. Besides, both my mom and Ava would kick my ass. I will sleep in the chair tonight.”  You chuckled at the image of Ava’s tiny, curvy frame landing a kick square between his cheeks.  “You sure?”  “I’m sure.”  “Okay.”  He swung his legs over the side of the bed, letting out a groan as he stretched. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from his shirtless back, admiring the functional definition in his muscles. You couldn’t help but let your eyes wander down his spine. His boxers fit tightly to his ass and thighs. There was no way this man skipped out on his squats.  Bucky pulled the little footstool over to the chair, sitting down to measure out the distance. You had to advert your eyes, or you’d not-so-subtly be staring at what he was packing. Your face heated uncontrollably as you began to make your nest in the large bed.  You could hear him move around to the armoire, digging out an extra blanket from the bedding stored there. As he headed back to the chair, he flicked off the light, cursing slightly to himself as he blindly worked his way to his “bed.”  “Night, Y/n.”  “Good night, Bucky.” You whispered back in the darkness.

Tags: @1deadpool26 @vicmc624 @fortisfilia

[eves-library]

How to Lose a Man in Ten Days AU//Bucky Barnes x Mexican!Reader Latina!Reader

Chapter One: The task

Summary: In the hopes of saving her friend’s love life from being publicly exposed Y/N takes on the task of writing about her love life while leaving her out of her article. 

Word Count: 1668

Warnings: Mention of breakup and some stereotyped characters (?)

PSA: PLEASE READ First I want to thank @allaboardthereadingrailroad for the opportunity of participating in her Diversity Challenge. I gotta admit I haven’t read a lot of latina!reader or mexican!reader. This was not only a challenge for me to write but I took it as a chance to read stories with that certain type of reader too. The reason I haven’t read too much of these reader inserts is that I don’t always feel identified with the way latina!readers and mexican!readers are portrayed. This is my version of a reader I feel identified with being a Mexican girl. I still left the reader mostly uncharacterized, but there are certain hints here and there that are a telltale for the reader’s background and culture. It will be more evident as the series progress. Finally I just want to say that I took the decision of writing the reader this way because I believe we cannot encapsulate a certain type of girl just by mexican or latina, we share a nationality and culture, yet just by changing states (here in Mexico) traditions change and sometimes the difference is a lot. 

A/N: I’ll be posting a chapter every 3 days. Enjoy

Y/N finish tipping on her computer as Natasha read over her shoulder, “With not only families being torn apart but human beings being treated like animals, the question of immigrant laws being changed should not be a question but a pressing matter.” Y/N turned to look to Natasha as she finished reading, “What do you think Nat?” Natasha gave her a smile and a shoulder squeeze, “I believe it is one hell of an article and I would print it in a heartbeat, but I am not Lana and she will never print it.” With a defeated sigh and her face falling, Y/N saved the document and closed the tab, “I can’t believe I busted my ass to get a master’s in journalism at college just so I could be ‘Y/N How’? Maybe mom was right and I should have not left home.”

Y/N turned her chair completely so she could look at Natasha face to face as Natasha leaned on the bearly there wall that separated their cubicles, “I think you should send some of your work to a big new’s paper, I’ve told you hundred times,” Natasha said to Y/N and before the girl could say anything in her defense, Mandy or “Mantis” as she liked people to call her popped her head next to Natasha on the division of the cubicles “Ladies, don’t forget we have a staff meeting in thirty minutes!” she said softly and as suddenly as she had appeared she disappeared, Natasha was the first to speak up in a low tone so not to be heard by anyone but Y/N “How does she always manage to sneak up on us!” and once again before Y/N could speak up Mantis appeared, “Don’t forget to bring all your good vibes and ideas!” she pipped in before she left for good, prompting both Y/N and Natasha to laugh. 

As their laughter died Y/N stood up looking around the office of cubicles “Have you seen Wanda today?” Natasha turned her gaze directly to Wanda’s cubicle and found it empty of her things, “No, I don’t think she has arrived yet,” Y/N looked at her wristwatch and sighed, “Okay, it is my turn, you go get us a coffee.” Y/N went to grab her coat and purse and as she was making her way out of the office Natasha called for her, giving her a bag with samples, and Y/N grabbed a dark red jacket from a passing cart of clothes used for photoshoots. 

Y/N arrived at Wanda’s apartment in less than 10 minutes, she knocked on the door two times before Wanda finally opened up, a small fake smile on her face which lasted for two seconds before tears started streaming down her cheeks once again, “Oh sweetie, come here, what happened?” Y/N questioned as she stepped in and hugged her friend, Wanda sniffled and cleaned her tears before speaking as she let Y/N walk inside her apartment. “Vision, he broke up with me last night!” Wanda said as her eyes filled with tears once again. 

Y/N walked in to check the state of the apartment, and just like Wanda, it was a little disheveled, especially the area where the couch was and where Wanda had been watching rom-coms and eating icecream. Wanda then walked past her and directly onto the couch but before she could lay back down again, Y/N grabbed her arm pulling her in the direction of her room, which Wanda did, only protesting a little before Y/N finally asked, “Oh, honey, I’m sorry but you can’t let a guy get you fired at work! Come on, I promise after we are done at the office we’ll come back and watch all the rom-coms you want I’ll even get you my grandma’s special hot chocolate you like so much!” Wanda’s eyes glinted at the prospect of Y/N’s offer. 

Y/N went through Wanda’s closet getting a pair of tight black dress pants and a loose black blouse that will look great with the dark red jacket she had brought from the office, and as Y/N was looking for the perfect heels to go with the outfit Wanda plopped down on the bed, “What is wrong with me Y/N? Why doesn’t anyone wants me?” Y/N turned around and took a seat next to Wanda on the bed letting Wanda rest her head on her shoulder, “Listen to me, there is absolutely nothing wrong with you. You are a beautiful, talented, successful woman, that when she falls in love she does it fast and deep. Sometimes that scares men, which makes it their loss because you, my dear, are a great catch, and you’ll find a catch too.” 

Wanda smiled softly up at her and Y/N gave her a squeeze before getting up, “Now get dressed! we have fifteen minutes before the staff meeting starts, and I’ve brought samples!” Wanda chuckled and in less than five minutes the two of them were on their way back to the office, Wanda finishing her light makeup on the taxi cab. 

The two of them arrived at their building with three minutes to spare, time enough for the elevator ride up. They met up with Natasha at the doors and each took a cup of coffee. As they were making their way into the building Natasha asked what happened and Wanda told her Vision had broken up with her, “Did he gave you any explanation?” Natasha asked and Wanda let out a long sigh, “Just the same, it was not me, it was him, but I really thought he was the one you know?” Natasha turned to look at her with skepticism “Wanda, you dated the guy for a little over a week!”

Wanda blushed a little over Natasha’s comment, “Maybe… but I just had a feeling you know?” Both Y/N and Natasha chuckled at Wanda’s expense and Wanda blushed harder. Y/N shrugged and send a wink her way, “It’s okay Wanda, it’s only that your heart loves easily and lightheartedly if guys don’t know how to realize that it is on them.” Wanda smiled at her and they soon arrived at Lana’s office, everyone taking their place around in the couches and seats.

Lana entered the room at last and her authority voice boomed around the place, “Good morning family! Shoes out everyone!” Y/N turned to her right to see Wanda and Natasha sitting down and taking their shoes off as Y/N did the same. Once everyone in the office was settled, either on a couch or the floor, Lana spoke again. “How are we doing for this month’s number?” Mandy was the first to raise her hand, going on about an article on plastic surgery and how it ruins people’s life “it is kind of gory but surprisingly… optimistic.” Mandy ended with a smile on her face, Lana went on asking everyone in the room and suddenly it was Wanda’s turn, who had an off look on her face, probably still thinking of last night’s events with Vision. 

Natasha nudged Wanda lightly just to bring her attention back to the meeting at hand and Lana kept on looking at her expectantly “I’m sorry Lana I had a bad night,” she started and Natasha explained shortly, “She got dumped.” Wanda turned to glare at her and Natasha mumbled a silent “Sorry” Wanda turned her look back at Lana with an embarrassed and sad smile on her face. Lana smiled at her with a surprisingly empathetic look before she spoke “I’m so sorry, isn’t it sad everyone?” She asked and everyone in the room started nodding and mumbling soft “sorrys.” Lana then looked down at the notebook on her lap before she spoke again “Write about it, and get it off your chest” Wanda turned to look at her and started protesting “Lana I’m sorry but I can’t do that, it is my personal life!” Lana looked up and smiled again “Of course, you’re right,” and she looked around the room “Who wants to write about Wanda’s love life?” 

Wanda was so shocked by the lack of empathy her boss was showing that she just opened and closed her mouth trying to figure out a way to protest and then a hand was raised, Mandy enthusiastically asked for the opportunity “Great, you’ll do it, Mandy, what’s next?” Lana said and Wanda finally spoke up, “I’m sorry Lana but I can’t let Mandy write about my personal life!” Natasha and Y/N had been watching everything unfold before them and suddenly Y/N had an idea, “I’ll do it” she said and Wanda turned to look at her as if she had stabbed her in the back and Y/N continued “I won’t write exactly about Wanda, but she’ll be… my inspiration.” Y/N said and Lana was intrigued, she made a sign with her hand motioning for Y/N to continue, “Look at Wanda, she is a beautiful and strong woman, yet she has trouble keeping a relationship,” Wanda looked confused and a little bit hurt, Y/N mumbled a silent “Sorry” her way before she continued “So… I’ll write about the common mistakes girls like Wanda make when they first start dating,” Lana considered it for a moment before she spoke, “I like it, yeah, you’ll date a guy and then lose him.” Y/N nodded trying to work for a title “Yeah! I’ll call it ‘The Common Mistakes of Dating…?’”

Lana stayed silent for a couple more seconds “How to Lose a Guy in Ten Days!” Lana noted it down on her notebook and was about to move on when Y/N asked “Sorry Lana but why in ten days?” Lana turned to look back at her “Well five days is too little of time and we print in eleven days, so it has to be done in ten days.” Y/N nodded and the meeting went on.

[openforjean]

her dad’s birthday

Bucky Barnes x Mexican!fem!reader

Warnings: mentions of death, a lil sad

A/n: this story is mostly for me but I hope u can enjoy it too

for the love of god pls reblog with ur thoughts

Bucky’s pov 

Y/n. 

I’ve been seeing her for a four months now. We’ve been on ten dates to dinner and eight movie dates. And I don’t plan on letting her go. 

Today is her father’s birthday, and I know this because Y/n has mentioned it a hundred times now. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I forgot her dad’s birthday? 

“What do you think I should wear?” I ask. she whips her head to me and she sizes me. “He won’t care, I promise, so don’t worry,” she says. I look down at my shirt and flatten it. Yes, I’m nervous. I’ve never met her father nor her mother, she doesn’t have much a connection with her mom but it’s different with her dad. She loves her dad, she talks about him a lot, she visits him often too. She buys him candy and balloons. It’s sweet really, she’s a great girl. 

I really scored with Y/n. I don’t think I’ll ever meet someone better than her. She’s it for me.

“You look good, okay? Don’t be nervous, he won’t test you. Just be yourself,” she says, pulling my waist to her. She kisses my cheek and smiles. “I’ll try, I just don’t wanna mess up with him. I just- I really like you and I’d hate to ruin it,” I admit. Her face falls but her hand goes to my cheek, “there is no way you’d mess anything up. You’re a gift Bucky, you are a gift to my life. The past month has been the best month of my life in...a long time, you won’t. He’ll have to like you cause I lo- I like you. I like you a lot, now let’s get going. I need to buy him some stuff,” she says. She rubs my cheek, I take that hand and I kiss her knuckles. I love her too. And it might be too early to say but that’s what I feel for her. 

We walk down the street hand in hand, it feels right. Her skin is soft and warm, she glances at me sometimes to see if I’m still staring. Which, I am mostly likely am. She’s too beautiful and captivating to look away from, and if people got to know her personally, there’d be a fight for her hand. 

We walk into the local grocery store and she immediately went straight to the flower section. I follow her and she begins to browse. “Maybe roses?” I suggest, she simply responds “nah”. 

“I got him roses last time, I’m thinking sunflowers and daises. What do you think?” She asks, picking up both bouquets. “I think you should get both?” I suggest. She gives an approving hum and takes them in her hands. 

“You can pick out a balloon as I go get a cart, okay?” She says. “Yeah. that’s okay. I’ll be at the balloon section,” I answer. Y/n walks off and I head to the balloons. 

I scan the balloons, deciding which one to get. But my eyes catch something even better, a SQUARE balloon. That’s awesome, this is my first time seeing one. Kinda freaky...anyways, I’ll get that one for him. 

“Excuse me, can I get the green squared happy birthday one filled up?” I ask, the man nods and takes the balloon from the drawer and begins to fill the balloon up. I hope her dad likes it. 

“That’s a cool balloon, Buck,” she says, pulling up next to me with the cart. “You think he’d like it?” I ask. “He’ll love it, it’s whimsical,” she responds. The employee hands me the balloon and I take it. I turn to Y/n to place it in the cart, since it has a weight at the bottom. But...I get distracted. A big smile and bright eyes take over her face, I could just feel her happiness and excitement. I place the balloon in the cart and the flowers are in there too. 

We check out and we head to the next stop. Guadalupe’s Produce, a small Mexican store that is farther down the street. I’ve been there before, they have great vegetables and wonderful fruit selection. Y/n also knows the owner.

I’m holding the balloon and the flowers as Y/n watches the cars go by. She does that, she admires people. It’s interesting. 

We get closer down the street and she sees a taco truck parked right across from the store. “Bucky, we should get tacos. Real tacos, not that Taco Bell shit,” she suggests. Of course I’m going to agree, her taste is way better than mine. 

We arrive at the store and the owner greets us. Y/n starts a conversation with her and I wander around as they speak. I take a basket and place the flowers in there, holding the balloon in my right hand. I walk down the first aisle, it’s filled with books, magazines and comics. All in Spanish. I know Spanish, fluently too. I only whip it out in certain places though. The second aisle is full of chips and candies. Sabritones, Chicharrones, Gansitos, and Paleta Payaso’s. I take three of the clown and a bag of Chicharrones. I couldn’t help but grab a box of Duvalin’s and de la Rosa’s too now. How could I not? 

I walk back near Y/n, it seems she’s almost done talking to the owner. I could hear the owner say, “come to the register” in Spanish. Y/n looks my way, her eyes fall to the basket in my hand. Y/n walks up to me with parted lips. She peeks inside the basket and spots the snacks, she looks back up at me. She takes my face in her hands and brings my lips down to hers. The kiss is like fire, passion and her lips taste like cherry cola. I could live in this moment forever.

She pulls away from my lips and she reaches for my metal hand. She holds it to her heart, “you got his favorite, Bucky”. Her eyes water but she pushes them back. She leads me to the register with her hand in mine. I place the basket on the counter and the owner, Angela, rang them up. But before she could finish, Y/n took a little bottle from next to her and places it on the counter too. I don’t recognize the candy. I hand Angela my card before Y/n could pull hers out her phonecase. Angela takes it and prints the receipt, Y/n pinches my butt.

“Do that again, Y/n,” I joke. Angela bags our snacks and flowers.

She quickly does it again as I take the bag. Y/n smirks as she dropped a ten in the tip jar.

We exit the store biting our tongues, waking across the street to the taco truck.

Once we cross, the entire mood shifts. The music got louder and voices too. People stood around conversing, children playing and families eating on benches. We get closer to the truck and the food hit my nose, it smells so good. The spices and the tacos. The sun barely hits the truck, it’s shady and windy. It’s a perfect spot.

We walk up to the truck and Y/n leans on the counter, squinting to read the menu.

“What kind of tacos do you want, Bucky?” She asks, turning back at me. “Surprise me,” I answer. Y/n smirk and turns back around. That smirk could diet her lead to a good surprise or a prank. I sit in a bench next to a family.

“¡Hola Marco! ¿Come estas? - ¡que bien! - yo qiuero dos platos de tacos con dos Jarritos, por favor,” Y/n says. I can understand what she’s saying, and she knows. So she’s not going to sabotage my tastebuds. Wait- what about her father? Is she getting him food too? Or are we eating here?

She pays the man and walks back to me, I smile. She sits next to me and I wrap my arm around her with the balloon in my hand still. I kiss her temple. “Thank you, Bucky. Thank you for coming with me to visit my dad, I appreciate it. You’re the best boyfriend I’ve ever had,” she says, looking down at her hands. I could hear her heart race as she spoke.

She looks at me and I peck her lips. I rest my forehead on hers and look into her eyes. “Y/n, you don’t need to thank me. I rather be with you than anything else, so really... thank you. I can’t wait to meet your father, I can’t wait to meet the man who raised such a great woman,” Bucky says.

Before Y/n could respond, her name is called. Y/n jumps up and takes the food in her hand. She tilts her head to come to her and I do. I take the bag and the balloon follows. She takes my free hand and she begins to lead me up the street.

“Where does your dad live, Y/n?” I ask.

“Not far, just a few minutes away from my apartment. It’s an easy walk but a long train ride, surprisingly,” she answers.

“You took the subway to your dads house?”

“ONCE! My legs were hurting so bad and I didn’t think it’d take half an hour to get there!” She exclaims, I laugh and she pulls her hand away from mine. “Y/n, I’m kidding. You’re so precious,” I say, pulling her shoulder to mine. “We’re almost there, sorry it’s taking a bit,” she says.

“It’s okay, I’m used to walking,” I answer.

I look ahead and on the left is a cemetery, on the right is a street full of houses. Her father’s place must be on the right. I pull her hand towards the right so we can cross. She stands still as I drift. She looks deep into my eyes and I look at the cemetery. Shame and fear take over her face, her head drops to the ground. I come back closer, realizing what’s going on. I pull her close and I hug her.

Her dad is in the cemetery.

Her father is dead.

We’re visiting his grave.

She’s been visiting him at the cemetery all along.

I hug her tight and I whisper “it’s okay” in her ear. I know she feels guilty, and she shouldn’t feel guilty on this day. She should feel happy, like she was before. She pulls away, wiping her tears and I push her hands down and I wipe them. “Let’s see him, Y/n,” I say.

Y/n nods and leads me to the cemetery. We pass the gate and we walk up the stairs, she leads me to the stone. She places the food down, gently. She immediately drops down to her knees and hugs the stone. Rubbing its back, I remain standing.

“Hey papa, happy birthday. I love you and I miss you. This is Bucky, he’s my boyfriend and we have something for you,” she says. She looks back at me and I hand her the snack bag. She removes the dead roses and pulls out the sunflowers and daises, and places them in the vase next to his stone. She arranges them neatly. “We also got some snacks to eat, we got your favorite...well, Bucky got your favorite,” she says. She looks up at me, her eyes are begging for me to sit on the ground with her.

I sit.

She take the balloon from my hand and ties it around vase. “He seems to know your favourites before he even met you. Crazy, he even got you this balloon. Isn’t it cool?”

Oh man. My heart. She’s talking to the grave as if he’s alive. I think I might cry.

“You can talk to him too, Bucky. He’s friendly,” Y/n says. I nod and I scoot closer to her. “Hi Mr. Y/l/n, happy birthday. I’m honored to meet you, you have an amazing daughter...she’s been a blessing to my life. I hope you like the balloon, it’s green and a square! It’s cool, but yeah, anyways...I’m glad to be here celebrating your birthday,” I say. Y/n’s hand lays on top of mine and she leaves it there.

“We’ve been dating for five months, he makes me very happy. He’s only been good to me and so much more, he’s the guy I’ve been telling you about for so long,” Y/n says. I didn’t know she talked to her father about me.

“We also have tacos! I got him some regular tacos though, nothing too spicy. I don’t want his tongue palette to die,” she says as she takes the drinks out. Now, I’ve had these before. Jarritos. A classic Mexican drink. My favorite flavor is the same as Y/n’s; mandarin.

She passes me my plate and sets my drink next to my foot. She does the same for herself. But before she opens her box, she does this thing and it’s a great thing. She recycles. She takes all the plastics and places it in one bag, so she can recycle it all. It’s admirable.

She hands me her drink because she knows I have a bottle opener on hand. I take it and I open it for her, and mines too. She opens her box and begins to eat.

I take a bite out of my taco. Holy cow, it’s so good. The smell is one thing but the taste, wow. Bucky is in love.

“Oh dad, I forgot to tell you. I paid off my credit card, I’m proud of that. I thought I’d die in debt, but no- I paid it!”

Y/n spoke to her father as I ate, I spoke too. I told him about how Y/n caught her first fish and her first tien going on the Cyclone. Now, she’s finishing her food.

“We need to eat the candy, Bucky,” Y/n says with her mouth full of food. “I’ve been waiting to hear those words all my life Y/n,” I ramble out. I dig into the snack bag and I take out la paleta. I hand one too Y/n, and we unwrap it. They definitely do not look like the packaging and neither of us have hope they ever will.

Y/n holds hers up and says “to you papa, happy birthday”. I hold mines up too and we bite into them.

She finishes her paleta and she takes a small green bottle out from the snack bag. She takes the plastic off and she pushes it into the plastic bag. She twists the bottle and little crystals fall out into her hand, she purposely lets it fall. She licks it off?

“Y/n, what’s that?” I ask, eating my paleta.

“Lucas,” she answers, pouring more onto her bare palm.

“Ummm, sure,” I place my hand out and she licks hers off first. She pours some in my hand and it looks like sugar, I quickly lick it off.

As soon as it hit my tongue, it was too late. The saltiness and sourness hit like a train, I was not expecting that. I wipe the remaining “candy” on my jeans. I take the soda and chug it down to get rid of the taste as Y/n laughs her ass off.

The soda runs out and I put the bottle down and I wipe my mouth. “You’re lucky I love you, Jesus what was that?” I say.

Y/n’s laughing stops. I get concerned and it hit me what I just slipped out.

“James Buchanan Barnes, I’ve been waiting to hear those words all my life”.

Sorry this isn’t so good, been really down lately. Hopefully it’s decent💗 pls leave some feedback💗

[filia-sapientiae]

Como El Viento (Like the Wind)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Mexican!Reader

Summary: Four months ago, Tony hired a new computer scientist for a temporary classified assignment. Bucky didn’t plan on falling in love with her. But now the assignment is over and she’s going back home. Will he be enough to make her stay?

Series Warnings: Novela style drama, angst, cursing, crazy Mexican family dynamics, typical cartel business, drugs and alcohol, smut, rich people being assholes, Spanish 

A/N: This is for Mimi’s One Hit Wonder Challenge hosted by @captain-rogers-beard​     (Inspiration in BOLD)

I’ve had this story in my head for a little over a year and it was literally in my drafts titled “She’s Like the Wind”, so when I saw your challenge, I knew I had to participate!!! 

I’m so sorry it’s late!!! I really struggled in deciding whether or not to make it a WOC!Reader fic. And then it turned into an OC fic. And then went back Latina!Reader. And then it turned into a vague Reader fic, but my brain just wouldn’t let me write it that way. 

This quarantine has given me a lot of time to binge Spanish novelas on Netflix. So I finally settled on making a Mexican!Reader fic. You can totally use the QUEEN Selena Quintanilla as the face claim. It’s how my brain pictured the Reader. But you do you!!! I’ve got a little bit of everything planned for this story. It will definitely read like a Spanish novela!!!

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Bucky looked at himself in the mirror. The bags under his eyes were a dead giveaway of the sleep that eluded him for the past two weeks. His hair was dirty and haphazardly thrown into a bun. He sighed as he walked away from his reflection and made his way down to the training room.

Steve eyed Bucky as he made his way to a punching bag.

How could he have been so stupid?

Punch.

He remembered fawning over every dame that crossed his line of sight. But this was different. She was so different.

Punch.

And he had to go and fuck it all up!

Bucky swung at the bag ferociously until it split open and sand spilled onto the floor.

“Buck, that’s the fourth bag this week!”

“I can’t stop thinking about her!” Bucky paced in front of the broken bag. His hands fisting in his hair. “Steve, I told Y/N I was in love with her. I put myself out there and she left!”

“You did what?! Bucky, she was in New York on temporary assignment! You knew this!”

“I didn’t plan on falling in love with her!!!” Bucky snapped at Steve.

“Buck,” Steve pulled his best friend into a hug. “What happened?”

“I freaked out when she said she was leaving and it all came out.”

“What’d she say?”

“What do you think she said? She’s gone back to California to her fiance!”

“So she’s still in love with him?”

“No, I don’t think so.” Bucky whispered under his breath. He felt defeated.

“Huh? Whaddya mean?” Steve asked incredulously.

“You remember the night we all went out for drinks and I brought her home early after she twisted her ankle dancing on the bar counter?” Bucky began to tell the account of that night, “God, I was already in love with her then.”

Y/N was snuggled against Bucky’s chest as he carried her up to her room. Bucky laid her gently on the bed. He looked down at her and his chest tightened.

“Bucky, what’s wrong with me?” She sat up with tears in her eyes.

“Nothing’s wrong with you doll. You just twisted your ankle. You’ll be good as new in a couple of days.” Bucky reassured her.

She started sobbing, “No no no no. What’s wrong with me Bucky? Why can’t I bring myself to marry Mateo?”

“Y/N, you guys are engaged. You’re getting married soon.” He sat on the edge of the bed.

“No. I postponed the wedding again!” Y/N blubbered.

“That’s ok. Why’d you postpone? What’s going on?” Bucky asked. Y/N shook her head.

“He is so good. He’s kind and sweet. He comes from a good family. But God, I am so unhappy!”

“Then why stay with him? Why are you going to marry him if you’re not happy?”

“I have to marry him. I promised them.” Y/N sank back down into the mattress and curled to her side away from Bucky.

“Doll, you don’t have to marry him. Who did you-” Bucky was met with Y/N’s quiet snores. He got up from the bed and covered her with a blanket. Bucky took one last look at the woman in front of him and left quietly.

“Buck, she was drunk.” Steve argued.

“I know, but you should’ve seen her. She’s not in love with him.” Bucky rested his head against the wall and sighed.

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Y/N wrapped herself in a warm blanket and sat on the windowsill watching the wind blow through the trees.

Y/N had isolated herself for the past two weeks. She kept replaying her last night with Bucky over and over in her head. The feel of his lips. The way her body responded to his kiss. The desperate way he told her he loved her. The way he yelled at her.

“Tell me that you love me too!”

“He doesn’t make you happy. I do! I know I do.”

“Am I a fool to believe that I have anything you need?”

Y/N curled the blanket around her tighter and cried. After a few minutes she let out a frustrated yell. She had cried so much for the last two weeks during her self imposed isolation. She was tired of crying. Y/N stood up and paced around her living room. She was going crazy alone with her thoughts in the small apartment. She knew she couldn’t hide from the world forever.

Y/N stopped and entertained the idea of running away and starting fresh with a new life and new identity. She could do it. She knew people. You didn’t become a computer scientist as good as she was without knowing people. Hell, she had been sought out by Tony Stark for her skills. She would be free.

Y/N started pacing again. She couldn’t do that. She had to go back home. She had responsibilities and duty. The perfect Mexican daughter lived at home until marriage. But what if she didn’t want to be that anymore?

Now there was so much more to consider. The conversation she had with Tony had left her unsure of what she wanted.

“Hey Baby Houseman? Friday said you were in the lab.”

Her hair was up in a messy ponytail and her eyeliner was smudged.

“Are you ok? Were you crying?” Tony kneeled down by her side.

Y/N shook her head. “I’m fine. I’m good. What’s up Tony?”

“Are you sure everything is ok?”

“I’m good Tony.” Y/N snapped.

Tony nodded, “I have a business proposition for you.” He sat on the lab desk in front of her.

“I’m listening.”

“Come work for me. I want you to be Stark Industries’ computer network architect. You’d make communication and use of technology easier for the company to use.”

“Tony, you have your AI system, what do you need me for?” Y/N was confused.

“I want to put you in charge of Friday’s operational system.”

“Tony! I can’t take over control of Friday. Friday is your brainchild! Your baby!” Y/N gasped.

“That’s why I need you. I’m not getting any younger Y/N. Pepper and I want a family. I’m ready, but I can’t make the same mistakes as my father. In order to do that, I need to delegate responsibilities. I can’t let the company take priority over my family. That’s why I need you. You’re the only one I trust for the position. What do you say?”

Y/N stayed quiet in disbelief. “Can I think about it? I need to go home and talk to my family about it. My fiance is in California.”

Tony nodded, “Sure, take the time that you need. We’ll talk when you’re ready..”

Y/N sighed. When had her life become such a mess? The weight of her responsibility and duty and honor was steadily crushing the levity of independence and her dreams.

Lost in her thoughts, she hadn’t noticed her phone buzzing.

Shit.

10 missed calls from “Madre Mia”.

Shit.

Another call came in.

“Hello?” She knew she was in trouble the second she answered.

“Y/N L/N! I have been calling you! Porque tienes un pinche telefono si no lo contestas?!”

“I’m sorry Mami. I was busy.”

“Oh too busy for your own mother?”

“No Mami. I’m here. We’re talking now. What’s up?” Y/N sighed pinching the bridge of her nose.

“You need to come home. Now.”

“Mami, I’m still working-”

“Don’t lie to me Y/N! Que crees, que tengo cara de estupida? I know you’ve been done for two weeks!”

Shit. Y/N was really in trouble. How did they find out?

“Mami-”

“You need to get home now! Estoy harta! You’ve pushed your wedding back too many times. You’re getting married in two weeks.” There was no room for negotiation in her voice. Y/N knew her mother had been pushed beyond her limit.

“Mom, I can’t. Tony offered me a job! It’s a really good job and I want to take it!” Her voice went a little high. The same way it always did when Y/N tried to get her mom to understand.

“No me importa. We’re done playing your games! Your father and I let you postpone because you wanted to go off to school. Ok. We indulged you when you postponed because you said you wanted a doctorate. Fine. We even let you go to New York to help The Avengers. You’re done. You have things to take care of here at home.”

“Mami, please! I promise-” Y/N was not done trying to bargain for her freedom.

“No Y/N! You are marrying Mateo in two weeks. Todo ya esta listo.”

Screw this!

Y/N was old enough to make her own decisions. She was accomplished. She could handle her own! “Mom, I am 26 years old! I have a doctorate! You can’t-”

“Y qué? Crees que tu te mandas sola? No. You are a L/N. You will do as I say as long as I run this family.”

Fine. That’s how she wanted to play? Y/N was done being nice. Now she was going to be heard. “I thought it was Papi that ran things.”

“Who do you think orders him around?”

“What if I say no?” Y/N words dripped with rancor.

“Yo misma me encargare que nunca vuelvas a ver a tus hermanas.”

Y/N voice caught in her throat. No! She couldn’t. Her mother wasn’t ruthless.

“Mami, please! You wouldn’t do that!” Y/N choked out. Her mother held all the bargaining chips. Y/N had lost.

“Try me Y/N. I expect you on the next flight out.” The call ended.

FUCK!

Y/N threw her phone against the wall.

FUCK!!!

How could she threaten me like that? Threaten to keep my own sisters away from me?

Y/N wiped away her tears. The severity of her situation made its home in her chest.

It was her freedom or her sisters. She had to choose between her dream job or family duty. She had to choose between herself or Luisa and Blanca.

What was she willing to lose?

The decision wasn’t an arduous one. She knew what she had to choose. Y/N made her way to her room to start packing her bags.

PT. 2 coming soon

[mypassionsarenysins]

La Malagueña

1940’s Americas Golden Boy Actor Steve Rogers x 1940’s Mexican Actress Reader x 1940’s Cowboy Actor James Barnes 

Author’s Note: This is gonna be a Maria Felix, John Wayne, Marlon Brando  inspired Story, a lot of Mexican music reference and a lot of old school charm. 

Summary:

Golden Boy of cinema Steve Rogers had everything, a steady career, talent all other actors could envy, and a growing relationship with British actress Margaret Carter, so when his good friend Anthony Stark asks him to join him in a cowboy movie where he is to play the hero and make the strong La Doña fall for him, will he let his feelings flow or is he to shut them down and settle. 

(Y/N)(Y/L/N) was the beautiful Mexican actress who was conquering Hollywood after conquering the Mexico. The actress also known as the “man-eater” never letting a man take control of her life. Also known as La Doña (the lady) she is the most successful Mexican actress of the decade. After a successful career in Mexico playing strong women, she finally takes a part on Anthony Stark’s new film called Two Cautioned Guys, in which Steve Rogers plays the hero who saves her, and James Barnes who plays the villain with charm and no limits. 

James Barnes was the action star in Hollywood. He was the highest grossing actor, making him the cowboy of Hollywood. After he divorced America’s sweetheart Dorothy Gale also called Dottie, he starts conquering hearts all around. So what happens when he is cast as the bad guy in the new romance film with the man eater who seems to have dislike for him. 

Capítulo 1: Que bonitos ojos tienes, debajo de esas dos cejas.

Capítulo 2: Que eres libra y hechicera, como el candor de una rosa.

Capitulo 1: inspiración

Capítulo 2: inspiración

[captainsimagines]

pretty woman, this is me trying || two

Summary: Bucky Barnes does not like to be touched. He’s completely ready to live a distant life and give up when the time is right. Until Stark hires him his own personal pretty woman. Over time, Bucky Barnes begins to learn how to touch again. How to feel again. How to love himself again.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female SexWorker!Reader

Trope(s): Holiday Fanfic ; Slow-Burn ; Friends to Lovers

Based on the Song(s): sweet nothing by Taylor Swift and Iris by The Goo Goo Dolls

(2/14)

Mini-Series 

Warnings: discussions about consensual sex work; strong language; references to sexual acts

Word Count: 3,380+

~

     Sometimes you loved your job. Sometimes you hated it.

On a night like this, however, you absolutely loved it.

Kendall was a forty-something year old man—he hadn’t disclosed the exact age for work related reasons—and he always picked the best restaurants. Italian cuisine, Chinese, Mexican. It was like he scoured all of New York for you specifically, and made note of the best ones.

When he had first sent you a message, you were weirded out by the lack of information on his page. You had sent his profile to be vetted through the website’s system, only to be told that he had special permission to leave his profile half blank. Apparently, Mr. Kendall No Last Name was a CIA agent who asked for the utmost discretion.

So with pepper spray and a letter opener in your purse, you risked it.

And boy, was that a good choice.

He never wanted to sleep with you. He just wanted company. Someone to talk to about his pending divorce and about stress from work. A hot meal was provided, a hotel room was usually booked, and reruns of old 90s movies played in the background as Kendall continued ranting, drinking his champagne and falling asleep before you.

He was attractive. Green eyes and curly brown hair. A muscular body that wasn’t too extreme. Lips that you had found yourself staring at for too long some moments. But they were so perfectly etched on his face, how could you not?

You’d be a liar if you said you weren’t excited for his dates. He was a repeat client, scheduled for Friday nights and sometimes Saturday mornings. He had been choosing your services for over a year, and Christmas time brought his highest booking rates.

One-thousand dollars a night. No sex, he wouldn’t let you pay for food, and he always ended the date with, “So, same time next week?”

Your phone pinged with the notification that he had indeed booked you for the same time next week.

Kendall wasn’t your only client, though. And just because he wasn’t asking you for sex didn’t mean the others weren’t.

Justin was usually an all-in kind of guy. You usually had to fake your orgasms with him. But he was attractive and held good conversation, so you put up with it.

Marvin just wanted blowjobs. Literally, that was all he ever asked for. Then he filled up the rest of his time with talk of Star Wars.

Leslie was your only female client. After doing your nails and gossiping about work, she went down on you. Like, for an hour straight. Then she pulled out the strap-on, laid on her stomach, and asked you to fuck her hard and fast.

She was probably the client you looked forward to the most after Kendall.

You unlocked your apartment door and triple-checked the lock after closing it. You had left your pajamas laid out and your skincare routine all lined up. You internally high-fived yourself for that.

Once you snuggled up in bed, you scrolled through your social media. You were private on most things, and your public sites had no personal photos. It was a hazard for work, so you compromised.

As your eyes became heavier, you clicked off your phone and turned it upside down on your nightstand. You had a free day tomorrow. No clients, just grocery shopping.

Your phone pinged. Had Kendall forgotten something? Did you remember to take your cardigan from the passenger seat of his car?

You groaned and unlocked your phone, squinting as the light nearly blinded you. It was a notification from the escort app—a private message. You debated opening it in the morning, but a free day was a free day for a reason. No work, no distractions, nothing.

You choked on your spit as you finished reading the first line. Flopping over in bed, you reached over to turn on your lamp.

“Good evening, Escort Renaissance.”

You rolled your eyes. It was a stage name you had picked as a joke, thinking you could change it later. But your profile was completed and made permanent once you created the account. You would have to contact customer service to change it or create a whole different profile. It was more work than you wanted to do.

“As you can tell by the encryption, this message is private. Not even the technology support of this app can view it. My name is Maria Hill, co-director of Stark Industries and field agent, tasked with contacting you through Tony Stark himself.”

This had to be a joke. It was a joke. No way this was serious.

“We were wondering if you would be interested in attending the annual Avengers Christmas Ball this month. Our only request is that you attend on the arm of Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes. If his history is a dealbreaker for you, please delete this email and sign the NDA that will appear in your personal email inbox afterward.

If you accept, would you be able to visit the Avengers Compound tomorrow morning, December 2nd, and possibly meet with the Sergeant? Specifics of this agreement will be, and can only be, discussed in person.

Thank you,

Agent Maria Hill, Co-Director

Stark Industries”

You blinked at the message multiple times, rereading it just in case something popped up mid-read and announced it was a scam. Because this had to be.

There was no way the Winter Soldier was in the market for a hooker.

~

     You were a stupid person. You were going to be proven right, that this was all a scam, and be absolutely humiliated at the front door. Or rather, front gate.

Oh my god, there were people with guns at the front gate.

What the fuck do you say? Hi! I’m the escort one of you signed up for!

You drove to the entrance and counted your breaths, trying to make the next inhale longer than the last. The man at the kiosk motioned at you to stop your car. Then five other people started scanning it and checking your tires.

“You know what? Forget it. I just remembered I had this appointment with my nail tech at one today, so I can just put this bitch in reverse and fuck off—”

“Are you M.R?”

Are you M.R?

“By M.R, do you mean Miss Renaissance?”

The man’s eyebrows knitted together as he read his clipboard again. “Yeah, the artist Stark wanted to speak with about a new piece for his office.”

You swallowed a whimper. The humiliation was turning to nausea now. “Yup, that’s me. Artist, painter, what the fuck drawer.”

He stared at you for a few seconds before shaking his head, deciding it was better to just let you through than deal with you himself. If anything did go wrong, the Avengers would handle you.

Oh my god, the Avengers would handle you.

Squealing all the way to the parking lot, you prayed to whatever entity would listen that this conversation went well. Did the Avengers often call for sex workers to… accompany them to Balls? Or did they employ them for what the job description literally said?

You were escorted through the entrance and down several hallways. They let you know where the bathrooms were, where the fire alarm was, where the I need an Avenger, stat! alarm was. They were color-coded, too.

You stepped faaaar away from the green one.

They made you sign an NDA regardless. You were sat in a large room that looked lived-in, with a kitchen off to the side and the entrance to the gym on the other. A stray cardigan hung from the recliner and several board games were stacked in the bookcase. Someone’s Netflix home page was on the TV screen, slideshow on.

These were the same people who fought aliens and killed people. Who carried guns and were hunted by the government for a time. Who had seen atrocious things and lived through immense trauma—

“Miss Renaissance!”

You startled, phone toppling from your already shaking fingers and onto the blue rug. You scoped the floor like Velma looking for her glasses, apologizing under your breath. Whoever stepped in front of you had very nice dress shoes.

“That’s me, I’m her. Hi.”

They held out a hand. You dared to look up, whimper fully released now as you realized whose hand was reaching down to help you. Never in your life did you think Tony Stark would help you stand. Let alone contact you. No doubt he’s utilized the services of escorts and the like, but did you ever think you’d be one of them? Nope.

“Glad to see you’re on time! And dressed incredibly saucy if I may add.”

You blushed, looking down at your attire. You had worn a knitted sweater and a pair of leggings, with sneakers and some fuzzy socks. It was almost winter, after all. Stark’s sarcasm is a relief really. It didn’t sound condescending.

“Well, they say dress for the job you want, not the job you have.”

“And what job do you want?”

“Why, hooker of course!”

Stark sputters a laugh, smiling wide. “Yay, I like you already. Follow me?”

The breath is knocked from your lungs in one big rush. All the worry you were feeling beforehand had seemed to diminish, now turning into something more neutral. If they didn’t want you around, then you’ll have left without making such a horrendous first impression.

“You sign the NDA?”

“Got the ink on my fingers to prove it.”

“You like the compound?”

“I prefer my little shoebox.”

“You like big, strong, burly men with long hair?”

“If they can fuck like Gods, I’m all for them.”

Another choked laugh. “Good to know.”

He led you into a more private area, and it wasn’t until Pietro Maximoff appeared from a side door that you realized where you were heading.

A bedroom.

Oh my god, Stark was leading you to a bedroom. Oh my god, was work starting already?

“Um, I was told this was simply a meeting and that I didn’t have to perform—”

“Oh, Hell. I’m sorry. I’m leading you to the Sergeant’s room because it’s soundproof. You are not fucking him.”

You blew a raspberry, shoulders falling limp. “Oh, yay, good. I didn’t shave.”

“You know what? Forget about Barnes. Be mine instead.”

It was your turn to laugh. Stark knocked on the door three times, rocking on his heels as he waited.

What would the Winter Soldier be like? Was he tough and rugged? Was he quiet and mysterious? Was he gentle and kind? Did he fuck like a God?

The door opened to reveal none of the above.

There weren’t words to describe him. None would suffice.

You were utterly, truly, awestruck. He had blue eyes that looked so damn sad but gleamed a beautiful silver. A nose with the perfect arch that was just a little scarlet on the tip. Lips so pink and precious and hydrated, your leg muscles clenched. Long hair up in a messy bun, conditioned and shiny. And his body…

You were ogling. You were being offensive. You tried focusing on the objects behind him but that only got you looking at his shoulder.

Metal. Metal and strong and shit.

You wanted that metal hand wrapped around your neck.

“Hi,” you squeaked, clearing your throat immediately afterward. “I’m—”

“Renaissance?”

“Ugh, that’s a stage name. I would have chosen Lightening Pussy if they allowed name changes, but Renaissance is all I’ve got to work with.”

The Sergeant blinked, blue eyes looking from you to Stark. “Come in please.”

Scratch everything you said before about this being a bedroom. This was a whole private apartment. His own marble kitchen, living area, a single bathroom, and an extra private bedroom down the hall. It was amazing, but it wasn’t overly personal.

Everything looked like a model home. Impersonal but practical.

“So what do you want to know?”

The Sergeant opened his mouth to speak but Stark beat him to it. “Are you available for the entire month?”

You scoffed, “Are you serious?”

“Dead. Barnes here has been talking about swiping his V-Card since he moved in but he’s got a lot to learn. I would pay you for the entire month, even past the day of the Ball so you don’t lose out on any income that could have come from other dates.”

“I’m—” Barnes cringed, whispering lightly. “I’m not a virgin.”

Stark cleared his throat, his face suddenly going serious. He looked at Barnes like he was trying to apologize, to speak with his eyes. A conversation that needed to be had without you in the room.

So you changed the subject. “I would have to let my other clients know as soon as possible. What dollar range are we talking?”

“Let’s say…” Stark pretended to add in his mind. “One hundred thousand?”

“W-what?”

“Is that too little?” Stark asked, pulling out his phone. “I’m sure Pepper said that amount.”

“One… One hundred thousand?”

“Yeah, see, here,” Stark said, turning his phone and showing you the email. “One hundred thousand dollars, paid upfront, cash or check.”

“One hundred THOUSAND?”

“Is she not getting this? I’m getting this. Are you getting this, Barnes?”

Barnes wiped a frustrated hand down his face, groaning, “She gets it, Stark. She’s just not believing it.”

You usually made rent on time. Sometimes you had to dip into your savings, but that’s what it was there for. One hundred thousand dollars could get you a better apartment. It could pay for travel. It could change your life.

You enjoyed your job. You didn’t mind the odd hours or the sex. You had a choice in it all. But would you like to do something else with your life that allowed you a different kind of freedom?

Absolutely.

“What exactly am I being recruited for?”

“Barnes,” Tony said, bowing his head a little. “Shall I leave you to it?”

Barnes nodded, still not meeting your eye. He was reserved, you could tell that by his demeanor alone. But there was something else about him. Something chaotic but pure, bursting at the seams. No word described him yet because you didn’t know him. You didn’t want to assume. So you left him as he currently was: Reserved.

When the door clicked, Barnes shot back quickly to sit on the couch. Several feet away from you.

“Do I smell?”

Barnes’s eyebrows pulled together. “What?”

“I showered last night and put on perfume, so it’s a problem with your nose. Not my pits.”

He shook his head, blinking as if to clear his mind. “Can I speak, please? And call me Bucky.”

Bucky. Even his name was unique.

“Stark is hosting a Christmas Ball on Christmas Eve and I need a date. But I don’t know anyone, so.”

“Ah, so your only solution was to hire a hooker.”

“I thought you were an escort.”

You shrugged, putting your purse down on one of the nearby bar stools. “When they don’t fuck me, I’m an escort.”

Bucky cringed, but quickly tried to hide it. Did this guy have a problem with consensual sex work? Because if he did then this was going to be a problem. You had no problem telling off the Winter Soldier. You didn’t care how red his ledger was.

“I just… I just need a date. I’m not expecting anything from you. But I would greatly appreciate it if you could accompany me.”

So, he did want you. Just in a whole other context. He was probably just too shy to send you the message himself.

“Alright. So is this like a test run? We ask each other questions and you see if you like me or not?”

Again, his face did some awkward contorting motion. “We don’t have to. I know enough.”

He… What?

“Did you guys run a background check on me?”

“Look at where you are.”

“No, no. For sure, I get that. But I’m supposed to be your date. What if people ask where we met, what our favorite foods are, what positions we like to cuddle in?”

“I’m positive no one will care.”

“Bucky Barnes, I am hot. You are hot. We would make a hot couple. People are always curious about hot couples.” You moved to go sit on the opposite couch, speaking simultaneously. “We should at least create a cover story.”

Then he did the weirdest thing.

He stood up the moment your ass hit the cushion, and went to stand near your abandoned purse.

Did he…Was he okay? Was there something else that needed to be addressed? In this business, you’ve seen it all.

People who have overcome trauma and want to explore the things they used to love. People who were battling trauma and wanted to see what they still liked. People who did not touch you, did not want you touching them, and just wanted company. People who fucked like they needed that release, like they were going to die without it.

“Bucky… I can leave now if you’d like me to. I know I come off strong, but I’ve found that usually calms my clients. Especially if they’re first-timers. But if you don’t want me—”

“I want you.”

You paused mid-air, looking at him. He had uncrossed his arms, as if to physically stop you from leaving the room. But you know that idea was exaggerated. It was probably just a reflex.

“Please stay.”

You sat back down, clearing your throat. “Ask me questions. Get comfortable with me. I promise I will do what’s asked of me and respect you and this place. I’m not trying to pressure you, but I could really use that money.”

There. It was said, it was out in the open. No taking it back now. You didn’t want to guilt trip, but you meant what you said. You wouldn’t do anything that wasn’t asked of you and you would make him and the team look good.

Hell, for that amount of money, you would fuck all the Avengers.

But… No. No fucking was going to occur. Just sweet talking, names exchanged, and whatever else this hunk of a man asked of you.

“I…” Bucky looked to the floor, throwing around your words in his mind. His facial expressions were difficult to read. He looked angry, but it could also be frustration. He looked sad, but it could also be boredom.

“Come back tomorrow,” he continued, finally looking up at you. The blue of his eyes glistened, locking you in place. “Come back tomorrow and we can… We can talk about our favorite colors.”

“I said they’d ask what our favorite foods and cuddling positions were.”

Then his chest rumbled, and the most beautiful quiet laugh spilled from his soft-looking lips. His eyes even adopted some of those lovely crinkles. Aging or laughter or otherwise.

You made him laugh.

Gods almighty, let the whole country know that you made him laugh.  

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Bucky Barnes.”

“See you tomorrow…?”

You repeat your name for him, enunciating the pronunciation and everything. He repeats it back to you, and you melt a little inside. Like marshmallows in rich, hot chocolate.

~

    It was Hell emailing your clients to tell them you would be unavailable for the rest of the month. Usually, December is your most busy month. But you would now be making more than you do in six months combined.

That is, if Bucky Barnes liked you tomorrow.

He was, perhaps, the most beautiful man you had ever seen. And the fact that he didn’t physically want you? Fuck your life.

But you were a professional and not everything was about sex. Companionship was a big deal during the holidays, and you were going to deliver.

You finished heating your tea just as Home Alone started on TV. You snuggled deep into your blanket, wincing when your fuzzy socks lightly shocked you. You warmed up your hands, glanced at the falling snow outside your window, and sighed as the opening credits began to roll.

It was your job to provide companionship.

It just always felt one-sided.

Because you were, sadly, so incredibly lonely.

~

[imamotherfuckingstar-lord]

An Interview

Bucky Barnes x Mexican!Reader

A/N: Written for my girls.

Summary: A magazine wants to do profiles on all the Avengers, you are paired up with Bucky.

“Yeah…no.”

“I wasn’t asking.”

You stared up from the book you were reading and glared at Tony, who had a smirk on his face.

“Excuse me?”

“Well,” he sighed. “You see, the whole leveling the city and saving the world from the big purple guy - well, it has some folks nervous.”

“Okay..” you said, waiting for him to go on.

“So, they want to do profiles on us.”

“Who?”

“Vanity Fair,” Tony grinned. “So, it’s not optional, even the Manchurian Candidate is doing one.”

“Seriously?”

You were now interested and Tony rolled his eyes. “Yes, and I’m pairing everyone up. Sam’s with Steve, Nat and Clint, you and Bucky.”

“Great,” you piped up with a smile. “Who are you doing your interview with? Vision?”

“Nope, he’s got Wanda. I’m going solo.”

“Of course you are,” you laughed. “When’s the interview?”

Tony shrugged innocently. “This afternoon.”

....

Interviews were being done at the compound and your interview was first. You walked into one of the conference rooms, where Tony and a female interview waited. You could hear Tony’s flirtatious tone from the door and cleared your throat to announce yourself.

“There she is,” the billionaire held out a hand in your direction. “Don’t tell anyone, but she’s my favorite.”

The woman laughed and you walked up to them. “He’s lying, but he does look good doing it, huh?”

Tony winked at you and introduced the two of you just as Bucky walked in - looking nervous and hesitant.

“And my least favorite,” Tony waved over Bucky and you snorted. He was kidding of course. “Alright folks, I’ll leave you to it.”

Bucky sent you a warm unsure smile and you reached for his arm, giving him a squeeze. “Just relax, you’ll be fine.”

“Thanks, doll,” he mumbled, as the two of you sat across from the interviewer.

“It’s nice to finally meet you two, I’ve seen videos and photos, but wow,” she exhaled. “Reality is so much better.”

“Thank you,” you smiled graciously and nudged Bucky, who gave a quiet ‘Thanks’.

“Well,” she shifted in the seat, producing a phone from her purse. You watched as she went through it, setting up her recorder and placing it on the table. “Where do we begin?”

She started with Bucky first, asking about his childhood and growing up with the famous Captain America.

“Steve,” Bucky corrected her. “He’s just Steve to me.”

You listened contently as he went through the first time they met, in an alley fight, to going to school together, and fighting together in the war - the interviewer didn’t press when he skipped the whole Hydra aspect of his history. She asked him about life now, how it felt to be in such a different time.

Bucky cleared his throat and shrugged. “Same world, different background. I have good friends that helps me,” he said, giving you a quick glance. “Life is good right now. It’s hard sometimes.”

“I bet,” she nodded, turning her attention to you. “What about you, Y/N? You grew up in California, yes?”

“Yeah,” you smiled brightly. “My mother was from Mexico City and my father was born in California, but his folks were from Aguascalientes.”

“Are you proud of your heritage?”

“I love being Mexican,” you beamed. “Yo soy chicano through and through. I was raised to be proud of who I am. I love my people, that’s why I joined the Avengers. I wanted to represent them, be someone the little ones could look up to. I fight for them.”

“So why leave California?”

Bucky glared at the woman and you reached out for his thigh under the table. He took it, rubbing his thumb against your knuckles and he relaxed.

“I actually had joined a small hero faction in California, mainly working with Hawkeye or Kate, as I call her. It was great, we took down a lot of horrible people, put them in jail. Eventually, I wanted to do more than the small city fighting, so I came to New York and hooked up with Stark.”

“So what you’re saying is the small city fighting isn’t as important?”

“Watch it,” Bucky warned and you squeezed his hand.

“Not at all. You have Daredevil in Hell’s Kitchen, Luke Cage in Harlem, Jessica Jones, Iron Fist - shit, you got Spider-Man in Queens! These people are fighting those small battles to make the lives of New Yorkers safer. They got that shit - they don’t need my help. I’m happy to be where I am.”

“And what about your parents?”

You inhaled deeply and thought of your folks - they were safely tucked away in the small city you grew up in. Kate had promised to keep an eye out for them, plus they called everyday.

“My parents are the working class. My dad worked for the same company for nearly 20 years, he worked long hours and we hardly saw him growing up. My mom worked as a night CNA and she was always exhausted, but they did what they had to keep us afloat. My siblings and I - we appreciate the life they gave us. Now, I have the means to help them out. They are living a good retirement. My brothers and sister, they keep them occupied, so they don’t worry about me.”

Bucky leaned into your side and brought his lips to your ear. “They still worry about you.”

You laughed and pushed him away, not noticing the interviewer noticing the two of you.

“You two look cozy.”

Bucky and you quickly stilled, moving slowly from each other.

“The whole team is really close,” you explained, knowing she wasn’t buying a single word.

“I see. Well,” she reached for her phone and smiled softly. “That’s the interview. I really appreciate you two taking the time to chat with me. We’ll be needing some photos, Mr. Stark arranged for a photoshoot in the next room.”

Bucky groaned quietly and you nodded. “Awesome, thank you.”

The two of you hurried out of the room, taking a deep breath when you walked into the empty hallway - safe from prying eyes.

“She was a hardass.” Bucky shook his head and reached for your hand. “You good?”

“Of course,” you laughed. “She wasn’t so bad, we’ll just have wait and see how she spins the story.”

“I guess,” he pulled you closer to him, dragging his hand slowly up your arm. You grinned as he dipped his head closer to yours, letting his lips graze yours. “We should tell everyone soon..”

“Why,” you whispered, sliding a hand up his neck. “Steve knows, isn’t that enough?”

Bucky kissed you lightly and pulled away when the sound of distant footsteps echoed from down the hall. You chuckled when he pushed you playfully away and you smacked his arm just as Tony appeared from around the corner.

“You two done? Great, photos in the next room. Nothing fancy. How was the interview?”

“She got under Bucky’s skin.”

Tony looked at the man and snorted. “Who doesn’t? Alright, go on. Steve and Sam are up next.”

Grabbing a visibly annoyed Bucky by the arm, you lead him into the photoshoot room, hoping to get it all over with quickly.

....

A month later…

Bucky caressed your back, his fingertips ran circles against the material of your shirt. The two of you were watching a movie in the living room, everyone was out and about for the day. You were on your side, head on his lap and eyes fixated on the tv - Little Women was playing and you sniffled at the part when Beth receives the piano from Mr. Laurence.

“The original is better.” Tony’s voice rang from behind the two of you. Bucky looked over his shoulder and asked where everyone was at.

“Raisin’ hell, I don’t know, Barnes,” he retorted. “Does it look like I’m running an orphanage for wayward super heroes?”

“Yes,” you replied, not glancing away from the tv. “What’s up, Tony?”

“Since you asked,” he said, walking around the couch, dropping a magazine onto your lap. “Looks like you two made the cover.”

“What?’

You sat up and grabbed the magazine.

“Shit,” you cursed.

The cover was of Bucky and you, both sitting next to each other on stools. You were laughing in the direction of the camera, but his eyes were on you. His lips were pulled into a soft content smile and your face was lit with happiness. You remembered the photo being taken during the five minute break, it was candid - a natural interaction with the man you loved.

“You two look cozy,” Tony remarked with suspicion. “Did you read the title?”

You scanned the top of the cover and rolled your eyes, reading it outloud for Bucky, who was smiling over your shoulder.

“Heroic Love - very classy,” you laughed, tossing the magazine on the coffee table. “Have the others seen it?”

“Not yet, thought I’d bring it to you two first. So,” he eyed the two of you, waving a finger on the air. “You two a thing now?”

“Try six months,” Bucky chuckled.

“You gotta be kidding me.”

“Only Steve knew,” you chimed.

Tony rolled his eyes and smirked. “Well, I guess that,” he pointed to the magazine. “Is your coming out party.”

Bucky slipped his arm around your shoulder and brought you back down to his lap. You grinned and proceeded to watch the movie, nodding when Tony said he had a meeting to get to. When he left, the two of you sat quiet, until Bucky reached down for the magazine.

“Are you okay with this?”

You flipped on your back and looked up at those blue eyes you adored so much. You lifted a hand to the side of his face and smiled.

“Yeah, I don’t want to hide us anymore. This way, we can start making out in front of everyone.”

Bucky chuckled and leaned down to press a kiss onto your forehead.

“How about we get some practice in, doll?”

Cocking your eyebrow up at the man, you smirked and bit down on your lip.

“You dog, Bucky Barnes. You wild, dog.”

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[babyboibucky]

The Match - Part 7

Pairing: CEO!Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 3.6k (woops the longest part yet)

Summary: You finally decide to lower your pride and talk things out with Bucky.

Warnings: SMUT IS BACK BABIES! Oral (f receiving), edging, orgasm denial, also lots of alcohol consumption, Bucky stalking you, annoying people I guess? Uhhh y’all might want to strangle me at the end lmfaooooo

A/N: I’m gonna be honest, every single time I update this I get nervous as fuck because what if this story starts to suck lmao but okay I just hope everyone’s still enjoying this story. Thank you for the continuous support like fuck??? People actually like reading my shit so I’m really flattered. Sending y’all sloppy kisses ‘cause I’m a hoe like that

The Match Masterlist || MAIN MASTERLIST

"Uhh you might want to slow down on the drinks."

Mark was right about the bar serving the best drinks. It was actually a Mexican-themed bar which also served Tex-Mex food. The drinks were so good that the main course hasn't even arrived yet and you were already on your third frozen margarita.

"Let me have this, Mark. It's been a pretty shitty week." you told him, finishing up your drink before asking the waiter for another round.

Mark watched you with a funny look on his face, the kind that was baffled at the way you were acting now. He probably thought you were all prim and proper, given your demeanor at the office. But with the way you were stuffing your mouth with chicken quesadillas, you were far from being the department head that everybody seemed to respect.

Stress eating. That was what you were doing, because holy shit did you get on Bucky's last nerve. With the message, no, more like warning, that he sent you earlier, you might as well have your last meal before your execution.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Mark carefully asked but there was a hint of amusement in his voice as he watched you eat.

You hummed, mouth full of food. "Totally okay. These quesadillas are the bomb, actually."

Mark laughed, "It's good that you're enjoying the food. I'll be honest, I really appreciate that you agreed to go on this date. I mean, if you even would like to call it that." he explained, much to your relief actually.

You swallowed your food and took a sip from your glass of water, "Thank you." you told him. "Well, this can be a date. A friendly one, of course." you awkwardly chuckled.

Mark nodded, "I don't want to pressure you into anything. I guess I got a little to enthusiastic earlier and I'm really sorry for that. It's just that...you're a really interesting person and you're cool." he admitted with a charming smile.

If Bucky was out of the picture, you would have actually swooned at Mark's charm. He wasn't so bad, he was tall and handsome. He oozed a certain charm, the nice guy kind of charm and any girl would really appreciate the honesty he was showing you now.

You smiled at him, "You're pretty cool too, Mark."

-

The friendly date was very fun, you definitely didn't expect to enjoy it to the point of forgetting about Bucky's warning. Mark was a nice guy, you realized. Bucky doesn't have to worry about him because it was never even your intention to make him jealous in the first place.

By the time the dessert was being served, you were bellowing from laughter. You literally had tears in your eyes from how hard Mark was making you laugh with his hilarious stories.

Little did you know that from someone else's point of view, you looked like you were having the time of your life with Mark. Your laughter, the ease you were exuding as the both of you talked-- it was very easy to misunderstand.

Especially if that point of view belonged to none other than Bucky, who was sitting silently inside his car that was parked right across the bar.

"Oh god, I can't breathe!" you exclaimed amid your laughter, leaning back against your seat.

Mark heaved out a shy, "That was really, really embarassing." he said timidly.

Mark's phone buzzed in the middle of the conversation, his face turning into a frown as he read the message.

"Hey, everything okay?" you worriedly asked.

"It's my younger sister. I'm needed back home." he explained with a sigh.

"Is everything okay?" you asked worriedly, holding Mark's arm to comfort him.

Mark nodded, "It's fine. It's just a little family emergency." he said before offering you an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry, I can drop you off on the way home--"

"Hey, it's fine. You can go. I'll be fine. Your family needs you." you reassured with a smile.

Mark sighed, "I'll make it up to you next time." he said, fishing out a couple of bills from his wallet.

You walked out of the bar with Mark and bid goodbye, giving him a friendly hug before he slipped inside his car. As soon as Mark drove off, you headed back inside the bar and ordered a couple of shots because you badly needed to get Bucky off your mind.

-

Your head was pounding when you stirred awake, your throat burning and vision spinning as you opened your eyes. The light that greeted you made you hiss, pulling the covers over your head you tried to get back to your slumber.

Until you realized that the bed was soft, too soft to be your own. And when did you even own a duvet?

Slowly but surely, you sat up and looked around you, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. This was definitely not your room. Shit, did you sleep with Mark? Fuck no, you remembered him going home early due to a family emergency.

You squeezed your temples and shut your eyes, trying your best to recall everything that happened after you went back to the bar. Flashes of tequila shots and glasses of mojitos made you dizzy. Jesus christ, how many did you drink?!

And then you threw up in the streets as you attempted to walk home. Shit. Someone pulled your hair back while you puked and then there was nothing but darkness.

Pulling the duvet down, you noticed that you weren't wearing anything but a white shirt and your panties. You lifted the shirt up to your nose and sniffed it.

The scent was too memorable to forget.

"I thought you wouldn't be up until the afternoon."

You stilled at the sound of Bucky's voice and you almost didn't want to look up from your lap when he walked into his bedroom. How the hell did you end up at his place?!

"Four frozen margaritas, two shots of tequila and two tall glasses of mojito. I'm surprised you're still alive." he said as he stood at the foot of the bed, his arms crossed over his broad chest.

He was wearing a tight black shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants. This was the most casual you'd ever seen Bucky, but also the most feral. You thought that the scowl he gave you at the elevator was the worst, apparently, this Bucky in front of you, seemed the most dangerous.

"Why am I here?" you asked softly.

Bucky rolled his eyes and walked over to the bed side table, fetching the glass of water and a bottle of painkillers that you failed to notice when you woke up.

"Drink." he commanded and waited for you to take the glass before moving back to stand at the foot of the bed.

Your eyes never left Bucky's when you popped a pill into your mouth. After drinking water, you carefully placed it back on the bedside table and exhaled heavily.

"What happened last night?" you asked again.

"Your date left you." Bucky said, matter of factly.

You snickered, "It wasn't a date and Mark didn't le--"

Your very own squeal cut your statement off when Bucky threw the duvet aside, grabbing your ankle and pulling you towards the edge of the bed until your legs were hanging off. He didn't waste any time to kneel in between your thighs, holding your neck in place as his nose brushed against yours.

Your lids fluttered at the closeness, his scent yet again invading your senses, making you lose all your inhibitions because fuck, it's been too fucking long.

"Let me have this, please..." Bucky whispered against your lips.

When you failed to respond, Bucky took it as his go signal to crash his lips against yours. You knew this was a bad idea because one taste of Bucky and you're gone and yet you let him take what he needed from you.

Because you needed him just as much. So you kissed him back fervently, your fingers carding through his hair as you tugged him closer, wanting to feel and taste all of him.

Bucky breathily chuckled when you whined as he pulled away, only to shower your neck with open-mouthed kisses which made your body buzz with need. Your head was still hurting and you felt like you were going to pass out from dizziness but fuck it, you couldn't care less. Especially not now when Bucky was now nipping at your inner thigh while his hands were spreading you wide open.

All your thoughts flew right out of the window the moment Bucky pushed your underwear aside, his mouth quickly latching over your clit. A needy, raspy moan escaped your lips when Bucky sucked your bud followed by his tongue flattening against your folds.

"Fuck, Bucky..." you breathed out, falling down on your back as he continued lapping up your pussy.

You'd almost forgotten how fucking good Bucky was with his mouth and tongue. You elicited another whimper when he pulled back, but only to stand up and pull down his sweatpants, revealing his cock-- already hard and weeping with pre-cum.

In one swift motion, Bucky slid into your cunt. He leaned down to kiss you, swallowing your moans as you adjusted to his size. With how your pussy was clenching down on his cock, you realized that indeed, it's been too fucking long.

Bucky moved slow at first, letting you adjust to him before he began to speed up his thrusts. His breathing was erratic, soft grunts and growls reverberating from his chest as he fucked you. You gripped his forearms when he started pistoling his hips into yours, the head of his cock kissing your cervix.

"Want you to watch me fuck you." he growled, pulling you up to lean against your elbows.

Bucky held your neck with both his hands, forcing you to look down at your pussy while his cock slides in and out of it. Your face scrunched into pleasure, your mouth open as moans and whimpers continued to escape past your lips.

"Keep your eyes on my cock, see how your pussy takes all of it." Bucky demanded as he fucked you relentlessly.

Your thighs began to tremble, your entire body thrumming from pleasure. You tried to keep your eyes open as you watched Bucky fuck you fast and hard. Clawing at his biceps, you held on for dear life when you felt yourself teeter at the edge of your climax.

"Gonna cum, Bucky..." you moaned as your eyelids fluttered.

Bucky kissed your hard, taking your bottom lip in between his teeth before tugging at it. He pressed a soft kiss beneath your ear, licking at your skin before sucking your earlobe.

"Remember this when that Marcus fails to fuck you real good." he whispered and then pulled out just before you could even cum.

You blinked, unable to process what just happened. Bucky stood up and pulled his sweatpants back up. He rubbed his chin angrily before turning to you.

"You really blew me off to be with a guy who left you at the bar." he said.

Bucky really seduced you, fucked you raw only to edge you and deny you of your fucking orgasm. And now he was reprimanding you? While your legs were spread, panties pushed aside and your wet pussy out there for the world to see. You quickly adjusted your underwear, pulled your shirt down and sat up.

"What the fuck, Bucky?" you hissed. "First of all, his name is Mark. Second, he didn't leave me at the bar!" you exclaimed before you realized something.

"Wait, how did you know?" you asked, finally realizing that Bucky seemed to know everything that took place last night. "Bucky, did you follow me at the bar? Is this why I'm here?" you asked, standing up to come face to face with him.

Bucky shrugged, "So what if I did? If I didn't, you'd wake up in the streets, in your own vomit because again, you went for a guy who couldn't even bring her girl home. You should actually thank me." he said.

"Thank you!" you yelled. "I appreciate you bringing me back to your place. I really do." you said, calmly this time. "But can you please not bring Mark into this because he's a nice guy." you explained, squeezing the bridge of your nose.

Bucky snorted, "You call that nice? He left you!" he said again.

"He didn't! There was an emergency, for fuck's sake! He needed to go home and I said I can take care of myself." you said. "I shouldn't even be explaining myself to you yet I am because you're being really irrational right now." you scolded Bucky.

Bucky shook his head, "You really expect me to believe you? I saw how you laughed with him, how carefree you looked when you talked. How you caressed his arm and you're asking me not to bring Mickey into this conversation?"

You hid your face into your palms, "It wasn't a date, Bucky. We both made it clear. And he's a good person, I enjoyed talking to him. That's it. And again, it's Mark." you said through gritted teeth.

"Not a date my ass, you were flirting with him." Bucky accused.

You scoffed, "I wasn't flirting with him! I was casually talking to him like how a friend would! How hard is that to understand, Bucky?!" you exclaimed.

"You were never like that with me!"

"It's because we did nothing but fuck each other, Bucky!"

"That's why I wanted to make it official but you said no!"

"I already told you the reason why!"

"And yet you went out with a co-worker!"

"We're not just co-workers, Bucky. You're my fucking boss! The fucking CEO! How many times do I have to...you know what, it's useless for me to even explain it again to you." you said.

Bucky chuckled bitterly, "You're going to regret this." he said with a sinister smirk.

"Why can't you understand where I'm coming from?" you asked exasperatedly.

"Maybe because you won't let me help you." he said confidently. "And you know what I hate the most about this thing we have? It's that you want me too but you're too stubborn to give in. And you know what? I'll make sure you do." Bucky said, towering over you and staring deeply in your eyes.

"What I want, I always get."

-

The weekend passed by like a blur-- a huge, messy blur that made your head and heart hurt. You wanted to spend the weekend to ponder on things, to forget about Bucky even for just a while and now that was impossible after everything that happened.

You caved in first, that was for sure. And the thing is, you don't even regret it but then Bucky exploded and now everything seemed to have gotten worse. You understood why he was so mad at Mark, poor guy though, but he wouldn't even listen to you when you said that the date wasn't even a legitimate one!

"What the fuck did I get myself into?" you uttered under your breath as you sat in your car in the parking.

You began to analyze the situation you were in and drew out possible solutions to your dilemma. Nothing a good conversation can't solve, right? So maybe talking things out with Bucky properly would make things right. The previous conversations you had with him were always too emotional with both your egos getting in the way.

Alright fine, you'd tone down your pride for Bucky this time around and tell him that you do want to be with him. It's just that the repercussions scared the living daylights out of you.

You can't afford to lose your job nor everyone's respect. So if you were going to do this with Bucky, he has to understand that he has to be really careful. Everything must be done in secret, for the meantime at least.

"That sounds about right." you sighed, feeling hopeful that this might actually work out.

The shift in your mood gave you a little bounce as you walked into the building. You were confident that maybe Bucky was able to calm down over the weekend. Perhaps today was a good day to have a decent talk with him.

As soon as you reached your floor, you hurriedly went to your cubicle to drop your things. The earlier you get to talk to Bucky, the better. So as soon as you were done, you jogged back to the elevator excitedly, unable to notice how everyone seemed to be preoccupied gossiping about something.

Your heart was pounding as you walked along the corridor leading to Bucky's office. Fuck, you were really going to risk it all for one Bucky Barnes. You were a few steps away from the door, ready to reach for the knob when an unfamiliar voice called your attention.

"I'm sorry?" you asked, turning around.

"Sir James said not to let anyone disturb him right now." you were met with the presence of a blonde girl who looked younger than you, an intern maybe?

You nodded but then spared another glance at Bucky's office. "Yeah, I uhh need to talk to him. It's usually not a problem for me to barge into his office." you explained with a soft chuckle.

The girl made a face, "I'm sorry, but I'm just following Sir James' orders." she explained, walking around the desk near Bucky's office.

"I don't think we've met. Are you an intern?" you asked, trying to be as nice as much as possible.

The girl giggled, straight on giggled cutely and stood up again. She excitedly extended an arm for an overly eager handshake, "I'm Beverly. I'm Sir James' secretary. It's my first job!"

You blinked, "Oh...oh uh what happened to Amelie?" you asked, curious about Bucky's previous secretary.

Beverly tilted her head, "I don't know. I just got a call over the weekend from Sir James, offering me the job so I accepted it. I mean, he is pretty cute. Right?" she said in a soft voice.

Is this Bucky's plan? To hire a younger, more bubbly secretary who'd follow his every order? Someone who was the complete opposite of you? Because if this was his plan to get you to cave, it wasn't working. At all.

Sure, Beverly was pretty and young and very chirpy. But you were sure she wasn't Bucky's type. He was never into obedient little girls, hell, your defiance turned Bucky on. This was definitely not working.

You didn't know why, but instead of relief you felt even more nervous. Because if this wasn't Bucky's threat to you, what could it be? You snapped out of your pessimism, maybe Bucky came around over the weekend too?

Only one way to find out.

"Beverly..." you carefully said. "I'm just going to go inside. And don't worry, I'll make sure that Mister Barnes won't get mad at you. This is all me, alright?" you reassured.

Beverly pouted and sighed, "I don't know, because he was very clear with his instructions. And he's talking to--"

"I got you, Bev. I'm going in now." you said, cutting her off and then going straight for Bucky's office.

Taking in a deep breath, you pushed the door open and wasted no time to talk.

"Hey, I really need to talk to you. I thought about--"

"Oh, who's this little lady?"

Your eyes widened upon seeing Bucky in the company of another woman. She looked like she was around your age, except that she was taller and had legs for days. Her brunette hair reached past her shoulders in lovely waves. She was wearing a white chiffon blouse paired with a pair of black trousers and matching stilettos.

She oozed the charm of a lady boss. The way she carried herself reminded you of someone but you just couldn't point out who it was.

"I'm sorry to interrupt." you said, straightening up and turning to look over at Bucky who lifted a brow at you.

That fucking look of mischief.

"I told Beverly not to let anyone in." he said.

"I just wanted to--"

"Oh come on now, Bucky. Don't be so grumpy this early, you were about to call everyone for a meeting anyway." the woman said, turning to you with a smile.

Did she just call him...Bucky?

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Bucky rolled his eyes and sighed, "Yeah, well you're already here might as well introduce you first."

You narrowed your eyes at Bucky in confusion, "I don't understand what's going on." you said.

Bucky stood up from his chair and walked over to the other woman, standing beside her. Seeing them side by side was making you feel things. You haven't even seen them interact that much but you were already sensing that you were going to hate their dynamics.

"This is Mackenzie. I hired her to help us out on a huge project which I will be discussing with the entire team this morning." Bucky introduced a little too proudly for your liking.

Mackenzie offered her hand, "You can just call me Kenzie. I'm a marketing consultant. And you are?" she asked.

Your blood boiled, your eye twitched and your heart ached. Because now you realized who it was that Mackenzie reminded you of when it came to her charisma.

You.

And not only did she have a similar personality to yours-- confident and had authority-- but she also seemed to be here to take the one thing you worked so hard for.

You offered a smile, taking Mackenzie's hand in yours as you mentioned your name, your piercing eyes glancing over at Bucky.

"I'm the head of marketing."

-

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[captainmarvels]

Muñeca Traicionera

Summary: Sam decides to pull a prank on one Bucky Barnes - how far will it go? 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Latinx!Reader

Warnings: Language, Sexual Innuendos?

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: I’m real scared about this fic b/c I feel like its not good but ANYWAYS, about 85% of the dialogue and some descriptions are in Spanish - NO English translations so either ask me or google translate for help lmao sorry - the songs mentioned are Propuesta Indecente by Romeo Santos and Loco by Enrique Iglesias!  I want to dedicate this to all my Hispanic/Latinx/POC writers and readers who have felt the lack of representation; hopefully this is the start of something good for all of us :) Enjoy! [PS: this is definitely not the last time I write a poc!/latinx!reader fic!]

Masterlist

As soon as you walked into the conference room, you were tackled into the wall.

“¿Por fin llegas, Y/N! Ay, como te he extrañado, por qué no vienes más seguido, eh?” You pulled away, giggling while enjoying Sam’s thick American accent. “¡No te reís de mí, chica. No soy una broma!”

“¡Jaja, por favor, nunca me burlare de ti, Sam! Te extrañe también, tontito.”

“Okay, eso dolio un poco, don’t do that to me!” Sam pulled away, laughing along with you.

“Perdoname, but your Spanish has gotten better since the last time I saw you, mi Falcon. ¿Como están todos?” You took a seat next to him, pulling out your laptop.

“They’re good - we’ve got a few new additions to the team, but you’ll meet them soon enough.”

You were about to ask about the new members when Tony strolled in, Steve and Natasha right behind him.

“Wow, hace tiempo desde la última vez que nos vimos, ¿verdad? ¿Como estas, nena?” Steve said as he pulled you into his embrace, practically smothering you. Once he lets go, you give Natasha a quick kiss on the cheek, hugging her as well.

“Muy bien, gracias. Y si, demasiado tiempo. ¡Pero, buenas noticias! ¿O todavía no les dice Tony?” You glanced over at him, his eyes scanning some document in his hands. “¡Oye, Stark! Para hoy, ¿no?” Sam and Nat snickered behind you as Tony just glared at you before turning around.

“You’re even snarkier in Spanish, Y/N. How did I ever deal with it before?”

“¿Quién sabe? Lo bueno es que sobreviviste para ver lo bueno que he hecho con tu ayuda.” You smiled as you walked up to him, pulling him in for a hug.

“Ugh, stop getting so sappy. Now, time for the briefing.”

“Man, I wish I could vacation in mother freaking Brazil! Take me next time, alright?” Sam was putting away his files while the rest of you stuck around, catching up before grabbing some lunch together. “Hey, Y/N? I got a favor to ask, and I really hope you’ll say yes.”

“Sam, this better not be the same thing from earlier-”

“Rogers, c’mon! You know it’d be funny, too! Natasha thought so! Right?” Sam looked between Steve and Nat, who kept a straight face while shrugging her shoulders. “Nat, c’mon, back me up, woman!”

“Just spit it out, Sam!” You laughed, rolling up the sleeves of your shirt, revealing a few painful scars on your tan skin from your last mission.

“Yo, where are those from?”

“Sam! The favor?”

“Okay, okay. So, like I was telling you, we have a few new teammates, right? Well, one of them is Bucky, and he’s just like Natasha - es un ex-asesino, y habla varias lenguas, incluyendo el español. I thought it’d be kinda funny to make him think you only know Spanish, and convince him that he’s the only one who can translate or talk to you? I was just wanna see how long the man lasts speaking Spanish - he once went like 4 months speaking pure French around here before Tony threatened to send him to Texas for 6 months.” Steve covered his face with one hand while Sam just looked at you, his eyes pleading for you to say yes.

“So, you just want me to pretend like I don’t know English? Isn’t this, como se dice...um, neglectful? No, no, eso no es...ah, demeaning! I mean, I’ll do it because it’s you, Sam, but I don’t want to make someone suffer.”

“Oh believe me, he won’t, cariño!” Sam smiled, walking out of the room. Steve walked you out, pulling you aside just before reaching the elevators.

“You know you don’t have to, right?” Steve frowned, concerned etched on his face.

“No soy una niña tonta, Steve. Lo quiero hacer; por lo menos puedo hablar español como siempre, y no perderme en los dos idiomas todo el tiempo.”

You were standing at the front of the conference room, right next to your mentor, Tony. You shyly looked up at the team, who had just begun to make their way to their seats. You spotted Bucky - Sam had mentioned he’d be the one to stick out like a sore thumb. You were pulled away from your thoughts when Tony mentioned your name.

“Well, like I said before, this is Y/N - they work for a Secret Service-type intelligence agency in Portugal; fluent in Spanish, Portuguese, Italian, and French. Y/N, por favor.” Tony winked, gesturing that you move to the front of the room. You stepped forward, tucking some loose strands of hair behind your hair as you began to speak.

“Me llamo Y/N, soy latinx, he trabajado en varias misiones con Tony, pero solamente en Europa, América del Sur, América Central y México. Es un placer conocerlos, y me emociona trabajar con ustedes en los meses que vienen.” You smiled, looking up to see understanding nods with the translator comms in place.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. It’s a pleasure.” Vision was the first to greet her, and soon everyone else followed. Bucky was one of the last ones, and after seeing Natasha greet you in Spanish, he decided he would as well.

“Hola, Y/N. Es un placer conocerte – ojalá podemos conocernos mejor luego, ¿sí?” He smiled, clearing his throat as you shook his hand.

“Por supuesto, Bucky. Eso me gustaría mucho.”

“Han pasado dos meses, y apenas acabamos nuestra decima telenovela juntos, Barnes. Esto si es una locura.” You laughed, handing him a bowl of grapes and cherries while taking your spot on the couch. He smiled, laughing too.

“Es una locura que nunca los descubrí antes de conocerte, Y/N! ¿Ahora, como si llama la que vamos a ver ahorita?”

“Teresa. Es una de mis favoritas, desde que era niña. Te va a encantar, Bucky. Mucho drama para alguien como tú.”

“Órale, que quieres decir con eso, nena? No seas mala conmigo, por fa.” Bucky frowned while eating his fruit. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“Ay si, pobrecito. Cálmate, ya verás. ¡Anda, déjame ponerlo!”

Bucky se tapó la cara con un cojín del sofá, tapando sus gritos de frustración, mientras tú te quedabas acostado, riéndote.

“¡Cariño, por favor dime lo que va pasar, tengo que saber!”

Le diste la espalda saltando sobre el sofá para ir a la cocina. “Ni madres, Bucky. ¡Te tienes que esperar como los demás!”

“¡Muñeca, por favor, te lo suplico, dime! Hare lo que quieres si me digas lo que pasa.”

“¡Cabezón, no te voy a decir nada! Ya, pon el próximo capítulo.”

“Te gusta hacerme sufrir.”

You were scouring the kitchen for something to eat when Bucky’s voice came out of nowhere, causing you to almost drop a massive pan on your foot.

“Maldita sea, Bucky! ¡No me espantes así, cabrón!” Bucky giggled, leaning against the island counter as you closed a few of the open cabinets. “¿Que quieres?”

“Nada. ¿Que estás haciendo, muñeca?”

“¡Tratando de encontrar algo de comer porque el bastardo Stark nunca deja nada bueno para los demás, como siempre!”

“¿Jaja, porque no salimos entonces? ¿Yo pago – que quieres?” You turned around, eyebrows raised.

“En serio? No tienes que pagar, Bucky, está bien-“

“Yo invito, Y/N. Basta ya, que se te antoja?” You rolled your eyes, walking over to where he stood.

“Sé que es una pregunta tonta-“

“Nunca.”

“Que chistoso. ¿Has probado los tacos en Harlem?”

“No. Ya ves? Nunca una pregunta tonta contigo, muñeca.” You smacked him in the arm, laughing as he feigned discomfort.

“Déjame subir pa’ agarrar mi bolsa y chamarra. ¿Te veo en el garaje?”

“’sta bien. Si, te veo allá bajo.”

“¿En serio, por cuanto tiempo has guardado este tesoro de lugar? Están riquísimas estos tacos”

“Lo sé. ¿Mm, quiero decir como tres meses desde que llegue? Ya llevo cinco, así que todavía era un poco egoísta pa’ compartir este paraíso con los demás hasta ahora.”

“Pos, gracias por compartirlo conmigo primero – ahora ya sé que soy tu persona favorita!”

“Ay si, ¡tú crees! En tus sueños, Barnes.”

“¡Todas las noches, muñeca!”

“Ya cállate y disfrute de los tacos, bobo.”

“Ya ves, ¡hasta me tienes un apodo cariñoso!”

“Bucky, cállate!” Bucky laughed, winking at you before taking a bite of his taco.

You adjusted the speakers in the deck before plugging in your phone to the surround sound system. Bucky was pacing back and forth, rolling the sleeves of his henley up and down.

“No tengas miedo, Buck. Todos tenemos que aprender en algún momento, ¿no? Iremos despacito.”

“Y si piso tus pies con las mías?”

“Deja de preocuparte! Vente, ya va a empezar la canción. Es una de mis favoritas.”

The music began, and you grabbed Bucky’s hands; placing one on the small of your back, holding the other in your left hand. You swayed your hips, taking two steps to the left, before stepping towards the right, in the same fashion. Bucky watched your feet, doing his best to follow the rhythm you had set.

As you slowly stepped along to the song, you began to softly sing the lyrics.

¿Si te invito a una copa y me acerco a tu boca

Si te robo un besito a ver te enojas conmigo?

¿Qué dirías si esta noche te seduzco en mi coche?

Que se empañen los vidrios

Y la regla es que goces

¿Si te falto el respeto y luego culpo al alcohol

Si levanto tu falda me darías el derecho

A medir tu sensatez?

Poner en juego tu cuerpo

Si te parece prudente esta propuesta indecente?

“Cantas muy bien. ¿Nunca has pensado en una carrera como cantante?”

“¡Que broma, hombre! No, soy la peor en cantar y bailar.”

“Por dios, bailas bien también, muñeca. ¿Me vas a enseñar más?”

“No dijiste tu que tienes dos pies izquierdos?”

“Anda, me gusta bailar contigo.”

“Anda pues, pero vas a tener que escuchar mi voz terrible.”

“Gano de cualquier manera, Y/N.”

A ver, a ver

Permíteme apreciar tu desnudez

(Take it off)

Relájate que este Martini calmara tu timidez

Y una aventura es más divertida si huele a peligro

It was after celebrating their one year of being at the tower - and their official invitation to become an Avenger - that Bucky decided he wanted to ask them out. Y/N had become his best friend over time, and he grew so fond of speaking Spanish and learning about latinx culture because of them. He only realized his feelings when he was listening to the lyrics of one of Y/N’s favorite songs.

Being the cheesy romantic that he was, Bucky decided that he would ask Y/N out by serenading them. He told the rest of the team to steer clear of the main living room, and he especially threatened Sam and Nat if they tried to pull anything.

He told you to meet him there in 30 minutes, so you could go out for lunch. Just enough time for him to set up the sound system, and get the music ready. Bucky had instructed Friday to let him know when you were in the elevator and about to get off, so he could stop psyching himself out.

“Mr. Barnes, Y/N is about to arrive from the elevators.”

He took a deep breath, hitting play on the music, right as you opened the doors.

“Wow, nunca pensé que iba tener una banda sonora en mi vida. ¿Que pasa, Bucky?”

“Y/N, ven, por favor. Quiero decirte algo; bueno, es mejor decir cantarte algo.”

“¿Me vas a dar una serenata, Barnes?” Sentías como tu corazón se iba a saltar de tu pecho, el sonido de tu latido fuerte en tus oídos.

No te perdonare

Si me dejas solo

Con los sentimientos

Que pasan como el viento

Lo revuelven todo

Y me vuelven loco

Loco

Por besar tus labios

Sin que quede nada por dentro de mi

Diciendo te lo todo

Yo

No te perdonare

Si me dejas por dentro con ese dolor

No te perdonare

Si me vuelves loco

You felt the tears at the brim of your eyes, and your face hurt from smiling. You could tell Bucky was nervous, pouring his feelings out to you in song, so you decided to cut him some slack. You walked up to him, cupping his face with your hands. He stumbled over his words, looking down at you.

“Eres un romántico desesperado. Mas, mi romántico.”

“Tuyo?”

“¡No juegas conmigo, James!”

He laughed, closing the distance between you. His lips were gentle and soft against yours, and you couldn’t stop smiling as you kissed him back, the music softly playing in the background, as if you were in a movie. After you pulled away, Bucky held you tight against his chest, kissing the top of your head.

“Nunca pensé que sentirías lo mismo, muñeca.”

“Bueno, ya sabemos que eres un tontito, pero está bien. Ahora sabes.” You laughed as you looked up at him, a frown tugging at his lips.

“Cuando me dejaras vivir?”

“Jamás.”

While you two stood there, on the other side of the door, Natasha, Sam, Steve, Tony and Wanda stood, high-fiving each other after witnessing your little moment. Sam slumped back against the wall, rolling his eyes as Natasha and Steve stuck their hands out.

“Man, I never would’ve thought he’d last this long. 14 months?! Goddamn it, I’m gonna be broke now.”

“Your loss, Sam!”

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[stockholmdolly]

Should I?

Summary: He is happy, he's been married for 20 years, he's the co-owner of a very successful bar chain with his best friend since childhood and has a really hot and strong wife at his side, a beautiful redhead named Natasha Romanoff. His first love since high school. He can't ask for anything else.... right? 

Pairings: godfather/uncle!Bucky Barnes x female!reader (try to make her the most neutral possible but her mom is Mexican)

Warnings: smut, age gap (20 years), somnophilia, dub-con but not really, cheating (”uncle” Bucky is married to Natasha) and a lot of bad English grammar hahaha

Word count: 2,791 at least that’s what word said lol 

Author’s note: Hello fanfiction world, it is me! Stockholm Dolly, I’m new to this wonderful world so I’m going to try my luck. Don’t destroy me that much. It’s the first time I write something. I think I switch from 3rd to 1st person, I’m a mess but I’m happy with the result hahaha 

PS. You’re gonna see my hate towards Natasha Romanoff on my stories, yeah, I blame you guys hahaha you always make her the bad guy and my mind can’t unsee that anymore.

He is happy, he's been married for 20 years, he's the co-owner of a very successful bar chain with his best friend since childhood and has a really hot and strong wife at his side, a beautiful redhead named Natasha Romanoff. His first love since high school. He can't ask for anything else.... right? 

Having kids was always something he wanted but Natasha was reluctant to have because she didn't like them, so he agreed to not have children, he was perfectly happy watching his goddaughter grown up to an amazing woman. 

Steve Rogers was always his best buddy, they grew up together, so it made sense that even when married live next to each other. After 30 years of friendship, they're more like family than everything. Steve got married a little later than him, Bucky couldn't wait to make Natasha his partner forever so they got married at 20 years old. But Steve always was different than him, he wanted to be sure about marriage, he wanted to be with a person who be his equal, his first love Margaret was strong, independent and beautiful but something was missing for him, maybe it was how she wanted him to move to London or how she started stranded him from his friends, so he made the decision of breaking things with her. That's when he met his wife, in a weekend getaway, Bucky and him went to Cancun to celebrate a huge merger with a hotel chain. And there she was a beautiful receptionist, he was smitten since the beginning and Bucky had to play wingman because he became a stuttering mess but he got the girl, Valentina is his name, they got married 3 years later in the same hotel in Cancun, and a year later they welcomed their first child, a baby girl named Y/N Rogers-Y/L/N, it wasn't even a question if Bucky and Natasha wanted to be her godparents it was a fact.

Bucky loved the baby girl, was love at first sight, he took care of her when her parents wanted to go out, he taught her to ride a bike, he consoled her when her dad punished or yelled at her, it was like a daughter to him. That's why 20 years later, he can’t believe he's feeling this way.

Everything started one day at night, Natasha was with her sister and he was having alone time, when he looked at his window he saw his goddaughter dancing...in a pole with a little too nothing for wear and he couldn't took his eyes of her, it wasn't a show, she wasn't taking her clothes off, but the sight was enticing, he was bewitched by this woman dancing, enjoying her body, looking damn good, he forced himself out of that trance and went to bed, he couldn't think about anything else, he wanted to be there in first row watching Y/N dancing, he wanted to feel her skin against him, he wanted to be inside her and make her world crumble with his touch. Natasha and him have a weird marriage, maybe it was because they got married at 20 years old, they are good pretending though, they had to do it to keep appearances to all the benefits and bar openings. But they haven't been a real couple for the past 10 years. Slept in different rooms or different places. He loves her, but not in the way he thought he would. He respects their marriage, never have cheated on her, of course, a lot of women throw themselves at him, but he never accept them because he didn't want to be that guy, his ma taught him well.

He was staring at the ceiling trying to think in anything but his goddaughter when the power went off and he could hear a yell, quickly, he got up and looked through the window and Y/N was nowhere in sight, then he heard a knock to his door, hurriedly went to answer and it was Y/N with a huge jumper than only covered till her mid thighs. He was speechless till she spoke.

- Hi uncle Bucky, sorry to bother you but the power went off and I don't want to be alone, I was wondering if I could stay with you and auntie Nat?

uncle Bucky, he thought, it was like a stab in his heart, well, more likely in his pants, because he was thinking not so uncle-y things about her 10 minutes ago.

- Of course, cariño, you know you didn't have to ask, you're more than welcome in our house, just it's going to be the two of us, auntie Nat it's at Yelena's.

- Thank you so much, you're my personal hero. She said hugging him.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and was tempted to lower his hands a little just to feel the swell of her ass but he refrained from her.

- Come in cariño, I’m gonna put some candles in the living room.

they sit beside each other and he took this opportunity to ask. What were you doing?

- Oh, I was practicing my pole dance routine.

- Pole dance huh? You have to show me one time. I bet you're excellent at it.

- Of course, uncle, whenever you want. there was silence in the living room for a moment and the she spoke. I'm a little tired, can I use your guest room?

- Oh, cariño the guest room is being remodeled, something about Nat wanting new vibes. But you can use my bed and I can sleep on the floor.

- Of course not uncle Bucky, I'm not gonna send you to the floor in your own house. Maybe we could.... she hesitated and look flustered about saying this, maybe we could share? Just like when I was younger.

- First of all, I told you a lot of time that you can call me Bucky cariño, second of all are you sure? I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable. He was feeling excited about it, but had to play it safe, he didn’t want to scare her.

- Sorry unc… Bucky. Of course, I would feel better if you were beside me. I’m a little scared.

BUCKY’S POV

I lie here and stare into the darkness...watching the outline of her body rise and fall with every breath she takes. I hold myself as still as possible to listen to her. She sounds so sweet and innocent as she sleeps. I slide my hand underneath the covers to touch her. I just can't resist the feeling of her skin. I place my hand on her side and rub it gently with my thumb. She’s so soft and warm to the touch. I hear her sigh softly...I suddenly feel so safe, so content next to her. Yet I yearn to be deep inside of her.

I breathe with her breathing as I think about taking advantage of her. I feel myself slowly growing, underneath the covers. Poking through my boxer briefs. The darkness engulfs us...and the thought of her rocking back and forth on my cock while she slept consumes my mind. I slide up closer, touching the tip of my cock against her thigh. "Should I?" My mind races one hundred miles per hour. I slide my hand underneath and behind her panties to touch her ass...moving in slow circles. My groin aching now, not wanting to make her do something she didn't ask for. "Should I?...Should I?...Should I?" runs through my head like a freight train...Slowly and methodically I slip her silky panties down, working them from side to side down to her knees. I think to myself, "what will I say if she wakes up and finds me pulling her panties off?" The thought slowly fades away into the blackness of the night.

I rub her thigh with my right hand and pull off my boxers with my left.... I jostle the bed a bit and hear her stir in her sleep. I lie very quiet as she takes a deep breath and turn to her back. I'm not sure if she’s awake or half-awake or not at all. I wait patiently a few moments before continuing. I pull my boxer shorts off all the way after what seems like an eternity. I creep in closer to her.

My eyes have adjusted to the light now, so I slide the covers off of us to look at her lying there almost completely naked. I run my hands down both of her sides softly and slip her panties off past her knees, down to her ankles and onto the floor. Feeling now very daring that I've made it this far without waking her, I get to my knees and start move her legs apart. I feel as though I'm about to pop so I give myself a few strokes to keep from fucking her brains out. I move in between her legs...

Looking down at her.... lingering on her face to see the expression as she sleeps. I lean over and give her a kiss on her cheek and play with her hair just a little. I kiss my way down to her neck and worship it my tongue and lips. I hungrily sample her breasts with my mouth, tugging at her nipples with my teeth. I feel myself getting tingly and warm inside as her nipples perk up and harden in my mouth. I suckle them for a few moments more, savoring every second of her beautiful breasts before I kiss my way down to her navel. I trace a circle around it with my tongue.

Feeling so confident now I bring my hand up and rest it on her mound stroking it softly. I raise my head to see the expression on her face. What was once a peaceful look upon her face, has turned into something of a soft smile. I focus on her kissable lips for a few moments and move my hand further south. Watching closely, the expression on her face I tease her pussy lips a little. I spread them apart to feel her warmth with my eager fingers. A deep sigh escapes her mouth as I slowly but surely slide my finger into her. I hold my breath and stop for a moment, sitting in the dark with my finger inside of her up to my second knuckle.

Mind racing again, this time I think I can’t hold myself back much longer. My throbbing cock is on fire it seems, and I feel the only way to quench this flame is to bury it deep inside of her sex. I withdraw my finger and bring the nicely coated digit to my mouth. I suck on it for a moment like a child with a lollipop. She’s so sweet to my taste buds. I think for a moment, "Why did I do that? Now I'm really in need of more..." I pump myself a few times to tame my thoughts to no avail. Her pussy looks so much more inviting than ever.

I sit back for a moment to try and calm myself down. I try to look away from her. My eyes wander back somehow. I glance at her eyes and think of how easily it is for me to get lost in them with one simple expression on her face. I see her delicious breasts again. I think about how I could spend hours just worshipping each of them…playing with them in my mouth.... caressing them with my hands...squeezing them so firmly in my hands. I shiver. I look down further. Her pussy is glistening in the moonlight coming from the window. I squint further to make sure of what it is. She’s are dripping wet. "Is she awake? Have I gotten her excited in her sleep?" I mouth to myself.

I can't keep my hands off myself. I slide closer to her in preparation of what I am about to do. I try to rationalize with myself not to do what I'm getting ready to do, but it seems I move closer. I lean down and give her inner thigh a kiss. Not only do I want to put my lips against your skin, but I need to whiff her familiar smell that she emulates, into my nostrils. She’s so sexy I have to hold back from just burying my face into her right then and there. I slide my knees underneath me to get a better angle and spread her legs apart slowly.

I lean in and put my throbbing cock to her shimmering pussy lips, touching the head to it. Slowly, but surely, I stimulate my head by rubbing it vertically against her. I coat the tip with her juices, hoping to squelch some of the fire building up in me. It only rises further, and I find myself pushing into her. I look down just in time enough to see me guide the slippery end penetrating her cunt. The ridge of the head becomes engulfed and slips into her opening.

I feel something suddenly. She’s lifting her hips, stretching in her sleep. My heart skips a beat. I look down at her face and see her eyes blinking. I run through a multitude of things I might have to say to her as she looks drearily up at me. I smile nervously, speechless. I've given into my innermost desires, and I'm not sure how she'll react to my obvious weakness to her hypnotic body. She smiles back at me with a sleepy smile and bring her hand to touch my cheek. And I hear the sweetest music of it all, keep going uncle Bucky, please, feels so good. I breathe out deeply with relief, she’s obviously enjoying this as much as I am. Still somewhat unaware of what is going on, she raises her hips more to meet her curious fingers. Her eyes open wide and her pussy jolts around the head of my cock. She’s surprised, but pleased that she found me there inside of her.

Looking deeply into my eyes in the dark, licking her lips, she tells me harder uncle bucky, please, ruin me I know that look on her face. I grin. She push herself onto me. Wrapping that silken pussy around my cock makes my jaw drop. I shudder, she’s so warm inside. Go on cariño, fuck yourself on my cock, you’re so fucking tight and wet, I never want to be outside this pussy.

I lift her legs up around my waist and she lock her ankles. I push myself in deeper and she sigh loudly in content. She contracts her pussy muscles around me. I hold her hips firmly and pull her to me. I lean in and press my pelvis into her clit and gyrate my hips. She tells me "more" in a moaning, robust voice, and I push in harder...increasing my rhythm, grinding myself into her clit while my cock explores her pussy walls. I groan loudly and I move quicker, now separating myself from her to draw away and crash back into her. She purrs and whimpers at the same time as my engorged cock feeds hungrily inside of her dripping wet sex. Her body heating up, bringing mine up to temperature as we meet in the middle.

Both sweating and breathing heavily, we collide with each other. Round after round of skin slapping against itself. Her pussy convulses around my cock as it slides in and out of her, hard, my hands grip tightly the headboard. Her body tenses and her back arches. She cries out into the night, sending me over the edge. I spurt my hot, cum into her. Her walls clench around my cock as she milks it for everything its worth. Feeling herself fill up, she climaxes with the most amazing and pornographic sound I've ever heard. A warm river of our own mixture flows out of her. I slip two fingers into her pussy to grab the mixture of our fluids and feed it to her, she cleans my fingers clean with eagerness, and I’m just can’t help but admire her beautiful fucked face. Fuck cariño, you’re so beautiful

She relaxes and I collapse on top of her. My head falls to her chest, softened by her breasts like a warm pillow. We pant together, catching each our breath. Our tense muscles, so loose now, bodies pressed together with my cock deep inside her warm, safe haven, we are leaning to kiss each other when I hear the door of the bedroom open, and there she stands…. Natasha, my wife.

[blackwidownat2814]

I posted 3,067 times in 2022

That's 2,019 more posts than 2021!

55 posts created (2%)

3,012 posts reblogged (98%)

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I tagged 2,438 of my posts in 2022

Only 21% of my posts had no tags

#bucky barnes - 568 posts

#bucky barnes x reader - 452 posts

#eddie munson - 424 posts

#bucky barnes x you - 422 posts

#bucky barnes fanfiction - 387 posts

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#bucky barnes x y/n - 206 posts

Longest Tag: 90 characters

#for the mexicans and the atheists and pagans and the iranians and iraqis and everyone else

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I just need everyone to know that @blizzspeaks is a QUEEN and amazing person. That is all.

PS: go read her work!!!!

19 notes - Posted March 25, 2022

#4

Um...what?

Thanks go out to @give-me-a-moose for bringing this to my attention. I’m famous now, so ask questions must go through my ‘people’. Thank yew.

49 notes - Posted May 30, 2022

#3

See the full post

53 notes - Posted August 16, 2022

#2

Roll the Dice (B.B)

Summary:

Then.

After an argument with your mother, you rage-search for a new job, eventually landing on the homepage of your local county and off the cuff, apply for an opening at the library you frequented as a child.

Your first day on the job changed your life. A few years later, you got your Master’s in Library Science, and left your hometown...

…and you ended up in Manhattan at the New York Public Library, a few blocks from a certain Tower.  

And after meeting the Black Widow herself, Natasha Romanoff, when she, Captain America, the Falcon, Wanda, and Thor came to do a program for the kids one weekend, Nat and Captain Rogers (“Please, call me Steve.”) invited you back to the Tower to meet the rest of the team.

And the rest, as they say, is history…

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female!reader

Word Count: 3490

Warnings: fluff.  

A/N: I haven’t written anything in almost three(?) years.  I just stopped.  But then, I sat down in March 2021 to watch The Falcon & the Winter Soldier and my brain started poking me to write so many different plot bunnies, y’all have no idea.  I was inspired to actually finish something thanks to @pellucid-constellations #LoveLettersWritingChallenge.

I am new to writing reader insert fic, so I wrote what I know and that’s being Latina.  I am constantly reading up on how to make reader insert fics more inclusive, so I will try to make it less specific next time I write.  However, once again, I am Latina so that might come up now and again, while I get used to writing all inclusively.

Also, thanks to @beefybuckrrito for all the help in beta-ing this oneshot!  You the best queen!  Another shout out to my girl Col @foreverindreamlandd for no reason other than she’s awesome!

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Heimdall and Loki stood unbothered in New Himinbjorg...

-From my attempt at a Bucky x reader, with Hanahaki disease as a main part of the story.  Still working on ironing out the details.

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La Malagueña

Capitulo 1: Que bonitos ojos tienes, debajo de esas dos cejas. 

1940’s Americas Golden Boy Actor Steve Rogers x 1940’s Mexican Actress Reader x 1940’s Cowboy Actor James Barnes

Inspiración

Author’s Note: Chapter one is Bucky’s point of view, and some ass Tony. 

James Barnes was Hollywood’s cowboy. 

He had been for the past five years making fifteen pictures about cowboys playing both the good guy and the bad guy. His career had started after being honorably discharged from the army he went to California and found fame. He had worked with big filmmakers like Alexander Pierce and Nicholas Fury, but today he would start working with the great Anthony Stark.

Anthony Stark had a big reputation, not only was he a talented director, but the way he did a film always had people talking. 

Fortunately he had received a phone call from his friend Steve Rogers telling him that he would also be part of the film and of course he would be playing the good guy. 

The film they would be filming was called Two Cautioned Guys. He had been given the script written by Phillip Coulson and he immediately fell in love. The cast and crew where amazing, but there was still one question in his mind: who was going to be the female lead? 

Today was the first day of filming and he was ready. He got up at 6 am and he got ready for the day, making a small breakfast, having his coffee, and reading the paper. Once he was done he got into his car and got ready to go to set. 

As he approaches the studio he sees the gates of SHIELD PICTURES and he smiles. 

He greets the security guard and drives all the way to one of the last sounds stages that had a big piece of the backlot where the town they would be shooting in had been set up.  He takes a deep breath and puts his sunglasses on and steps out of his car. In the distance he spots people moving around with a pace. It was only 8 am, so it must be a busy day on the lot. 

James is walking down to the soundstage humming a tune he heard on the radio this morning. The first person he spots is Phillip Coulson walking next to Anthony Stark. James walks faster as he approaches him. He looks down at Stark’s hands and notices a bouquet of white roses wrapped in silk and a big red bow.

James stares at the flowers then at Stark and smirks, “Mr Stark you didn’t need to bother.” 

Stark laughs, “Ahhh Mr. Barnes nice to meet you,” he holds his hand out and James shakes it. “Sadly this are not for you, I would think red roses are more for you,” he says with a smile. 

James laughs, “Nice to meet you Mr. Stark.” 

“Please call em Tony, and this here is is Phill he is the writer,” Tony says as he introduces to the man next to him. 

“Nice to meet you Mr. Barnes” Phil says with a smile on his face. 

“Nice to meet you I’m a big fan of your work. Also please call me James,”  James says smiling at both men. 

As he is about to ask Tony a question he can hear a commotion and an gasp being said through out the lot. 

As James turns he sees her. 

Long heeled legs walking towards him, as she walks towards him his eyes follow the legs and is met with a white skirt puffy with lace and as his eyes traveled further he sees a white belt pinching her waist and a simple sweet heart bodice and lace. 

His eyes finally settle in her face beautiful soft looking lips, and he locks eyes with her her beautiful (Y/E/C) strong and dominating enchanting him the moment he saw them. 

James sees Tony approach her with the bouquet of roses and he feels stupid wanting to give her all the flowers in the world. She laughs whole heartedly as she takes the flowers delicately and kisses his cheek. 

James is still for a minute until Tony calls him. 

“James this is (Y/N)(Y/L/N), she will be playing the lead with you and Rogers,” he says as he steps aside. 

James takes this moment to grab her hand and kiss it softly. 

“James Barnes, a pleasure to meet you doll,” James says with all the confidence in the world. 

Her smiles tightens and removes her hand harshly. 

“Nice to meet you Mr. Barnes, I’ve heard all about you,” she says in a slight harsh voice. 

With that she turns and smiles at Tony winking at him and slowly walking away. 

James just stands there struck at this woman who just blatantly ignored him. 

“Well it seems that her title as La Doña lives up to her name,” Tony says with a smirk. 

“Who is she,” James asks curiosity lacing his voice. 

“Only the most famous actress in Mexico finally doing a film in The United States,” Tony says with a shrug as he walks away. 

He suddenly turns to him, “Just wait until Rogers meets her. I thought she was more his type than yours.” Tony smiles and keeps walking. 

This just shocks the actor and leaves him dumbstruck. 

What had Tony Stark meant? Steve was in a happy and very public relation ship with Peggy? What about her? He would be great with her too, wouldn’t him?

He would have to talk to you and get to know you. 

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