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ofstarsandvibranium · 6 years ago

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By the Book: Part 1

Fandom: Marvel (Bookstore/Coffee Shop AU)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You love to get lost in the worlds created when you read. You go to this bookstore/coffee shop nearly every day. You come for the books, but after a new employee shows up, you find yourself more intrigued by him rather than words on a page.

A/N: This is for @caitfairwrites since she's one of the winners for my writing challenge. This will be a mini series of 3 parts, so no tagging. Sorry!

Books. What would you do without books? Books provided information, enlightenment, an escape. Books were your safe haven and anywhere that had books was where people could find you.

In the corner of your favorite bookstore slash cafe, sat you. Your nose buried in your current book of the week. The smell of paper and coffee wafted together in perfect harmony throughout the place. It was the smell of home to you.

“Y/N, your order’s up!” the barista and shop owner, Steve, called from the counter.

You slip your bookmark in and set your current read down, hopping off from the windowsill bench and towards the pick-up counter where your usual order waited for you.

“Thanks, Steve,” you cheerfully exclaimed, waving to your friend and walking carefully back to your windowsill.

You sipped your drink before setting it onto the table and picking up your book once more.

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Ever since Bucky got out of the army, he’s had trouble adjusting back to his civilian life. It didn’t help either that his new prosthetic from Stark Industries was causing him trouble. The gleaming titanium metal brought a lot of attention towards him, attention he didn’t like. It was like a magnet for trouble. That coupled with his PTSD, things weren’t looking good for him. And Bucky’s best friend, Steve, knew this.

More often than not, he offered Bucky help, referring him to the VA where his friend, Sam, worked, as well as offering him a job at his bookstore-coffeeshop. But Bucky was stubborn and he didn’t like getting help from anybody. But after three years, post-Army, he had enough.

The first step he took was going to the VA to seek counseling. This Sam guy was a piece of work, always calling him out on his shit and despite Bucky hating it, he knew that he needed it. He had to get out of the mindset that everything and everyone is out to get him, that he’s not a victim, that he can rise above this, even if it takes time. Yeah, time, no shit. Took him three years to finally admit he got PTSD, but what can you do?

“So, how’d job hunting?” Sam asked, leaning back in a metal, folding chair.

Bucky, hunched over with his elbows resting on his knees and his chestnut, shoulder length hair providing a curtain around his face, sighed, “Not good. My, uh, criminal record is an automatic rejection.”

“Criminal record from...”

“Assault. Twice. Both guys, they, uh,” he wiggled his silver appendages, “They were sayin’ shit about my arm and they wouldn’t quit. So to make ‘em stop-,”

“You had to beat them to a pulp?” Sam snorted, “Stupid, man.”

Bucky looked up, scowling at Bucky, “I asked them to stop, but they wouldn’t. What else was I supposed to do?”

“Bite your tongue and walk the other way, man. Guys like that wanna rile you up, don’t give them the satisfaction. Anyway, how long were you in for?”

He shrugged, “A couple weeks. Nothin’ bad.”

Sam nodded, “Steve owns a shop. Why don’t you work there?”

Bucky scoffed, “And do what? Making pretty lattes all day? That’s an insult to me, Wilson.”

He rolled his eyes and gave a defeated shrug, “I don’t know, Barnes, I mean, look, you keep getting turned down by all these jobs, but Steve? He won’t turn you down. You said it yourself that he offered you a job.”

“I don’t belong at a place like that. Not with the things that I’ve seen and done.”

“Steve’s there.”

“That’s because Steve is Steve.”

Sam sighed as he stood up, stuffing his hands into his pockets, “I’ll I’m saying is that you have an opportunity right there in front of you. Instead of being a picky little bitch, take it. No one said you have to work at the place until the day you die, just until you’re grounded and figure everything out. Yeah?”

He holds out his hand and Bucky hesitantly takes it, rising to his feet, “Fine.”

Sam smirks at him as he shakes Bucky’s hand, “Good, now get out. I have a group session in five minutes.”

Bucky then shuffles out of the room and towards the exit. Eventually, he’s back out on the busy streets of New York, “Guess I’ll go see, Steve.” with his jacket zipped up, hood over his head, and hands in his pockets, Bucky walks down a path to a new chapter in his life.

#Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #marvel #au #bookstore au #coffee shop au #lanis2ndmysteriouswritingchallenge

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itsbuckysworld · 6 years ago

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Yoga 101 | pt.1

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader Guest Appearance: Natasha World: AU.

Warnings: fluffy, mentions of smut in the form of thinking too much about how sexy bucky is, language.

Summary: Yoga would be the perfect activity for relaxing and just letting your mind go blank, if the yoga instructor wasn’t so fucking nice and so damn hot.

A/N: written for the #omnomwritingchallenge1.1k. My word choice was yoga, so I present to you, Yoga with Bucky. AND THIS IS SO LATE IM SO SORRY @omnomsauruswrites

Smooches! xoxo L

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED until i get back in the groove of writing and finish at least half the things I’ve planned to write.

Huge huge huge thanks to @delicatelyherdreams, @caitfairwrites and @sunmoonandbucky. Through the almost a month that took me to write this, they helped me with typos, cheering me on and assuring me this was worth writing. I will forever be so grateful to them, and they are now stuck with me loving them too much so whoops. Gifs not mine

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You stepped out of your car with your brand new yoga mat rolled nicely under your arm, and looked at the text on your phone and then at the building in front of you. This was the place. You groaned slightly.

Your friend Natasha had suggested – well, more like forced you – to sign up for a yoga class. You’d argued right back that you didn’t need it and that there was no use signing up for one when you could probably download an app and do the stretches at home just fine, but she was not having it. You remember her stern stare and calm voice telling you that you definitely needed it, and could benefit from it, and something about how you just had to believe her. Plus “yoga at home isn’t the same as yoga in a class”. It wasn’t even the same commitment, and before you could protest anymore, not that she’d back off if you did have something to say back, she had pulled up the page for a yoga place that had great classes and teachers, saying she had tried it herself.

A yoga class was the last place you wanted to be today. Your day hadn’t been the best and you were still on the fence about the whole thing despite knowing deep down you needed something to help you destress. Your job was growing more and more stressful as the days went by, and your limbs ached in the mornings because you had so much pent up tension keeping you from a restful night’s sleep. On top of that, you didn’t have time anymore to fit in any other type of exercise to keep yourself active and it was starting to bother you. Even if you weren’t on top of fitness and gym trends, you liked to try and keep your body active, it was part of a healthy life and right now, your life was just work, work, work; stress, stress, stress.

So you frowned as you looked at the time slots, the classes and what not, and before Natasha had gone home from your place that night, you had signed up, quickly so as not to retract, and decided to make space for the supposedly never intrusive, always helpful – as Nat had put it – activity.

You found the room you were supposed to be in and set up at a perfect distance from the front – not too close you’d be all up next to the teacher like an eager student, and not too far that you’d miss out on what the teacher explained – and sat quietly as the room filled in.

You placed your hands on your thighs as you kneeled and exhaled, eyes closed.

You wish you hadn’t as the ruckus eased around you and next time you did glance around, there was a man setting up at the front, clearly the teacher.

To be clear, you didn’t care that the instructor was a man. What you were absolutely freaking out about – battling to remain completely calm on the outside – was that the instructor was a Greek god of a man.

“Good day class. How’s everyone doing?” All the ladies and the one other guy in the room greeted him back, but not you. Your brain didn’t know what words were anymore.

He invited the class to sit on their mats in a relaxed position, and you quietly took him in. The chiseled jaw, the lean muscles – God bless that tank top he was wearing. His hair was pushed back somewhat messily to a small bun, some strands hugging the back of his neck and a soft beard. For a moment you were so captivated by how good he looked that you stumbled from your seated position to what he called next a moment too late. He was so gorgeous you hadn’t even noticed or cared for the shining metal arm – if anything that dark metal with gold accents really suited him – but you definitely didn’t look at it. Not when he did warrior pose and showed his back muscles.

Delicious.

“And breathe deeply,” he said, his voice resonating around the room.

Breathe? Oh, right! You were supposed to breathe, and focus on the class and relax. You shook your head, doing the best you could to maintain your balance as you copied his moves and changed poses.

For the most part, you thought yoga would be simple. A couple of nice stretches and breathing exercises to clear your head and give you peace of mind – and really pop your back because, God, was your office chair a torture device. On paper it sounded delightful, but this? The truth was it was absolute torture and more than a little embarrassing.

You struggled through every pose, noticing how minimal the looks from the rest of the class towards the teacher were. The Adonis of a man would call something like Half Moon to the left to warm up, and no one would bat an eye, switching their bodies to extend an arm and a leg in the air, somehow keeping perfect balance, and yet there you were, doing the pose too late, focusing on copying the person next to you to get it right and fighting for your life to not fall flat on your face, the leg that was planted on the ground shaking with stress.

And you’d expect to move to Half Moon on the right, right? But he would transition over to whatever King Dancer on the left was, and there you were back at zero trying to figure out what the hell was happening.

You lost your footing more than once. Tried – and failed – your best to discreetly shuffle your yoga mat even further from people, because, you know, yoga mats are supposed to not slip.

You could feel your face burning red hot, not only from the physical activity that was rushing to be up to speed with these yoga freaks and fighting “Lady Gravity” for the most part of an hour, but from failing miserably at even the relaxed poses in front of everyone, specially when you locked eyes with the instructor and his lips curved into a smile, watching you struggle with the extended side angle, clearly laughing at your excuse of a yoga pose. God, why did he have to be so cute? You think you would be a little less flustered had he been a woman or anyone other than every hot movie star melted together watching you fail miserably.

Yet you couldn’t keep your eyes off him. His voice was gruff and soothing, strong and tender. He would remind everyone to breathe and you found it hard to, because he gave you chills. The way he exhaled along with some words, making your mind wander. He walked around the class at some point, observing people’s forms, correcting positions and giving tips. You were absolutely sure you’re going to have wild dreams just based on how warm his hand was when he touched your elbow, indicating you to extend your arm properly while doing Balancing Table, his voice fading away as you kept impure thoughts at bay.

As the class did final stretches he kept his eyes on you, that smile of his still there, and you could see it mocking you. You could hear it in the way there was a bit of a laugh at the beginning of his sentences, and you puffed out your cheeks with a frown. He was cute but he was an ass for laughing at you. He moved to extend a leg almost to his forehead, hands grabbing his foot and eyebrows raised at you, before talking to the whole class.

“Let’s extend into Heron, right leg up” and without hesitation everyone did so, the same pose he was showing you before.

Oh wait, was he teaching you what was coming next? It was a relatively easy pose – had it not been for the position of your other leg – and for the last few minutes of the class, he kept transitioning into poses before calling them out, looking straight at you and giving you a small smile when you did your best to copy them. Okay, a little less of an ass now, still very cute. Damn.

The room started to clear out after a few moments in Corpse – a pose you knew well – and you took your time reincorporating afterwards, too comfy to move. Then you arched your back that somehow still felt impossibly sore – weren’t you here to release that tension? Where was that desired pop? – before you stood to pack up your things.

“Hi there”

You recognised the voice behind you, the one you had been hearing it for the past 40 minutes, giving directions and huskily delivering material for you to think about on lonely nights. Another shake of your head put you in the right mindset to face him.

“Hi!” your response was a little excited, but you didn’t have energy to feel embarrassed anymore. “Sorry,” you said, and the man shook his head, chuckling slightly.

“You’ve never done yoga before, then?”

“That obvious?” He laughed out loud this time, but you knew he wasn’t laughing at you.

“What gave it away, my terrible balance or my deer caught in headlights face at everything you said?”

“I think it was more the fact that you only knew Corpse.”

You were in trouble. He was even more good looking up close. From the distance you had been at during the class, you could only see defined muscle. From arms length, he was so much more. Smooth skin. Long dark lashes that made ocean blue eyes pop like none other you had ever seen. A killer smile that made the cutest crinkles appear by his eyes, and his laugh was gorgeous. All in all, it wasn’t fair. Whatever flaw he had better come up really quick.

“I don’t really mind the stumbling, Lord knows I can’t keep Half Lotus Tree for long –” you gave him a pointed look and he clasped his hands in front of his chest – “you have no idea what that is. Right” The two of you chuckled as you danced on the balls of your feet, biting the inside of your cheek. He took a deep breath and continued, “Point is, you shouldn’t sign up for an advanced class if it’s your first time. Mainly because you could injure yourself.”

“Wait, advanced?” You blanked. “I mean, duh, of course it was advanced, but I signed up for beginner.” You fished inside your bag for your phone.

“I don’t teach any beginner classes. I don’t think we have any this time around.” He grimaced, an apologetic look painting his features.

“No, I definitely –”

Advanced Yoga, 6PM, room 505 – you read it when you pulled up the email, eyes running over the words over and over. Everything made sense now. You sigh and run a hand down your face.

“Okay that’s… great. My mistake. This whole thing was probably a mistake.” He made motion to say something but you put your hands up, waving them in front of you. “I should go. Sorry again for… that. Thanks for the class, I guess.” And with that you turned on your heel and walked away, wanting the earth to swallow you whole. Did you seriously just go in the wrong class, made a fool of yourself, and then thanked the guy for it?

It was decided. You’d call and try to get your money back, yoga was clearly a bad idea. You stepped outside and fumbled with your bag in search for your keys, huffing and puffing, blowing a strand of hair off your face. A hand is placed on your shoulder and they turn you around.

“Excuse me, miss?”

You look to find the yoga instructor again. Bucky, the email said. You had missed that too the first time reading through. If anything it’s nice to finally put a name to the face, anything to stop your brain from calling him a hunk of a man.

He’s fixing his bag on his shoulder and giving you a concerned look that warms you inside. For some reason it’s sweet almost, how he looks at you and gives you a side smile. There’s something about how welcoming his features are that you can’t quite place. “I know it’s none of my business but… please- uh, would you consider continuing yoga?”

You arch an eyebrow at him, and he takes his hand off your shoulder, taking a few steps back as he stammers through his sentence and waves his hands in front of him.

“I mean. It’s really good. I know I probably sound like the cliché yogi in movies, but… It helped me a lot, at the beginning I didn’t even want to try, but it helped so much that… That’s a story for another time I guess –” He chuckled then, scratching the back of his head with that metal hand of his and curiosity peaks inside you – “I just know, it’s a great outlet, or aid, to whatever your life is right now.”

He didn’t assume or act like he could read you, and didn’t try to sell you that you’re clearly stressed – maybe so much that people can see it from down the street – and yoga is the magical ointment that takes it all away. He’s not trying to convince you to stay because he gets paid or because he just wants more people in his class. The way he looks at you and speaks to you, he’s really sharing something that helped him for the sake of it.

You sigh.

“I don’t know. I clearly can’t stay in an advanced class. Maybe I should just try again when there’s a beginner and...” You shrugged – “I don’t know”

He bites down on his bottom lip and it takes a lot from you to not look, to not let your mind wander.

“Are you free Wednesdays and Fridays?” His question snapped you out of your thoughts – so much for trying not to get them derailed – and he cleared his throat. “I teach an intermediate class those days. Same time. It’d be easier to show you the basic moves, and maybe you could come a little earlier and I could run you through them and… get you up to speed in a way?”

You gape at him for a few seconds, his scrunched up brows and soft features, almost resembling a puppy. You won’t admit it just yet but Bucky is selling you on this yoga thing too well. A nervous chuckle escapes your lips, and your fingers play with your card keys. Intermediate wasn’t beginner, there was no way, right? The universe must be saying something and you should be listening.

“Maybe yoga isn’t the thing for me, you know? Intermediate could still be too hard for me to–” There’s a car honking by the entrance that cuts your sentence short. Bucky motions the car to wait and he turns to look at you with understanding covering his face. And yet it’s like Bucky can read your hesitation, almost tipping over to say yes, and he has one last pitch to finish selling you on everything.

“I get it. But hey, look, if you want less commitment to start –” He opens his bag and pulls out a notepad and pen. He uses his knee to scribble something, and he’s handing you the ripped piece of paper with his metal arm, the other hand busy steadying his bag back on his shoulder – “There’s this free open air yoga group on Saturdays. 4PM. I join them most times, worth a shot.” The smile he gives you has your knees feeling like jelly – you would have gotten a great use of some jelly legs back in class to do any of those twists. A little late now, joints – with a little wave and a wink added to that dashing smile of his, he’s leaving you there on the lobby, staring at the piece of paper with the address and other details of this “zero commitment” group, scribbled in his neat handwriting. You sigh knowing very well you’re not going to be coming back to yoga.

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Damn you, Bucky Barnes.

That’s all you’re thinking as you lock your car and enter the fated park on Saturday. Damn him for being so cute, and such a fierce advocate for stupid yoga.

Natasha has this gloating look on her face as she follows you. A proud, shit eating grin. She hasn’t stopped crowing that she sold you on yoga, that you were wrong, and she was right about you ending up loving it, so much so that you even mentioned a Saturday class – one she had to tag along for. She’s really feeling like she’s on a high horse right now, and who are you to knock her off? You could live with a little mocking. Besides, the last thing you wanted was for her to know the real reason you were coming to this yoga class was that damned Bucky Barnes. Although, the moment you find him, she’ll definitely smell it off you.

Damn you, Bucky Barnes.

You didn’t want to even admit it to yourself, but after three days of looking at the stupid piece of paper, and having the time and place burned into memory, you couldn’t lie to your own face anymore; you were going to go to that stupid outside class.

As the two of you near the area where you see people set up mats on the grass, you’re not paying attention to Nat as she talks about whatever. You’re too busy trying to spot Mr. Too-Hot-For-Words in the distance.

Jesus, why are you so desperate to see him? Oh, right, he was cute and nice to you, that’s why.

When you do spot him, there’s a sudden urge, a tingle all over your body, to turn back around and go home, hide under your covers and down a pint of ice cream. Abort. There’s no way you can do a yoga class with him around! Not only are you a beginner, but you have learned in just one instance that you can’t focus when he’s there to look at. This was a horrible idea.

But just your luck, he spots you as well and your eyes meet. His beautiful, beautiful eyes. No turning back now. Damn him for looking so good in those gym shorts and fitted sports wear. Damn him for having his hair down, does he not know how he looks? Damn him for rushing to meet you, a wide grin drawn on his face, as if he’d been waiting for you.

“Hey,” he places a hand on your shoulder, “you came!” “I came.” You say shakily, cheeks feeling on fire, an awkward laugh catching in your throat and you hear Natasha immediately going silent. Not good, not good.

Bucky glances up and greets Nat with a firm handshake, introducing himself, and then returning his attention to you, with that teeth baring smile of his, crinkles by his eyes. There’s something wrong with your heart, it’s beating too fast.

He claps his hands together and clears his throat.

“I’m glad you could come. So this ‘class’–” he air quotes – “is very… What’s the word? Free?” another chuckle escapes his lips and the wind moves his hair, making him look like he’s in a commercial for something – his scent, definitely. He smells so good.

“You just join whatever little group you feel like and you all do a routine.” he waves his hand, motioning for you to follow him a little farther from the group, where his mat is placed. “I was thinking maybe you can be with me, and I can show you the basics, if that’s ok with you?”

You stutter, trying to find the words to say, and in a last attempt at some help, you turn towards Nat, hoping she’s read the situation and can help you out, but just like the little shit she can be, she’s just giving you a knowing smirk and not saying a single word.

“Sure,” you look back to Bucky. “Nat and I would love to” “Uh, actually…”

Okay, now you want to say something Natasha? She gives you a coy smile.

“I think I’m going to join that group over there, they seem more up to my speed.”

You glare at her. Of course Natasha, what a great friend, you’re basically screaming at her with your eyes and she’s just nonchalantly acting like she doesn’t know what she’s doing wrong. You begin to hate that she knows you too well, and that she’s so cheeky and mischievous you should have seen something like this coming. You should have not let her tag along for this damned class.

“You’re not new to yoga as well?” Bucky asks, genuinely interested, and Nat waves a hand in front of her face as if dismissing the idea. “Oh no, I used to go to the center, I was in a class with Ms. Potts last year.”

“Oh! Ms. Potts is so amazing!” Nat nods at him “In that case, yeah, that group would be more up your alley.”

“Cool.” In a simple skip she’s gone, leaving you with Bucky who looks straight out of a photoshoot.

Thankfully he didn’t read any of the looks shared between you and your best friend. That or he’s deciding to ignore them, which, bless him if he is; the last thing you need is any more embarrassment.

“Shall we begin?” There’s that forsaken smile again, like he doesn’t know it makes you lose the ability of speech whenever he flashes it at you. Like he doesn’t know he’s got to have lines of women fantasising about him while he does his poses. Like he doesn’t know your heartbeat is the same as whenever you jump on a treadmill and do cardio.

You’re giving yourself the pep-talk of a lifetime inside your head. You can do this, all you have to do is stay focused in the stretches and positions and, no matter what, do not embarrass yourself by letting your mind wander off to more… Bucky-related things, when you’ve literally been left alone with him under the wonderful shade of oak trees. Easy enough, right? He isn’t even that cute. You can do this, you got this. You so got this.

He grabs your mat from your hands and sets it up perpendicular to his, offering his hand to help you get down to the first seated position and making shivers run down your spine.

This is going to be impossible.

Damn you, Bucky Barnes. Damn you, Natasha.

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A/N: Hope you guys liked this! Part two will be coming tomorrow :) What did you think of yogi bucky?

Please any feedback is greatly appreciated, i was very doubtful of this piece.

Have a good day lovelies!

HERES MY ASK ||| Masterlist

xoxo, Little L.

#omnomwritingchallenge1.1k #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #fluff #yoga #yoga AU #this is so late i am so sorry #writing challenges i joined

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invisibleanonymousmonsters · 6 years ago

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i saw u said u read a lot of fanfic and now i'm curious, any favorite authors/fics u recall? if i trust anyone with recs, it's u!! (if u draw a blank on this don't worry ab it, i know how to find ur masterlist for all the greats :)

If you search fic rec on my tumblr, you’ll find all of my recommendations and what I’m reading.

However, these are all the writers I am obsessed with:

@star-spangled-man-with-a-plan

@captain-ariel-barnes

@wonderlandmind4

@caitfairwrites

@kentuckybarnes

@writing-parker

@moonbeambucky

@sebbys-girl

@softlybarnes

@jurassicbarnes

@sunmoonandbucky

@sarahwroteathing

Honestly, I am so, so bad at remembering people on tumblr because it’s a username and people change them all the time. And when people change their icons or layout, I’m doomed because that’s how I recognize people. So, I’m sure I forgot people. And I’m so, so sorry for that.

#writers i love #fic rec #writer recommendation #writer rec

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shreddedparchment · 6 years ago

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Man and Wife Pt.09b

Hot Fans

04/23/2019

Pairing: Bucky x Reader Word Count: 570

Masterpost Warnings: language

A/N: For @marvelszarrier who wondered what Bucky was thinking.

“Hot?”

Bucky looks the girls over as they fawn over their pictures, clustered in a small group as they take longing glances at him. He sees it now, what he’d seen once in Penny’s eyes and failed to understand.

He tries to see them as you do. They do have nice bodies. He can acknowledge that. They’re a little on the younger side. Probably late teens or very early twenties. Bodies are always nice at that age. Even the largest girl of the group has an ample booty that he finds nice to look at but other than the aesthetics, there isn’t much to see or appreciate. Bodies change.

Why do their curving figures matter so much to you?

Not one of their bodies curves like yours does. Not one of their voices makes his heart ache and sing all at once, the way yours does. Everything had been wrong about Penny--the way she’d felt beneath him, in front of him, around him--and everything is wrong about those girls because they aren’t you.

Why can’t you see how perfect you are? Why can’t he make you see how much he loves you? How much your body, and your body alone, speaks to him?

If it’s about the sex...no one’s body turns him on like yours. Your pregnancy glow is seriously fucking sexy. However there’s the other stuff about your body, the things you had before you were pregnant.

The subtle sway of your hips, the way you bite your lip, that intoxicating thing you do where you trace your lower lip with your finger when you’re deep in thought...it would be weird to try and have his way with you right now, wouldn’t it? Never mind all the trust he lost by betraying you. God, he misses the way your moans sounded sinful and magic.

It’s not like he doesn’t appreciate other figures but yours fits so perfectly in the cage of his arms. It settles against him--or it did before he fucked everything up--like it had been made for that specific reason. So that you’d find him, fall in love with him, and give him the privilege of holding you close.

It’s your heart that he wants beating in time with his, pressed firmly against his chest, your soft breasts smooshed tantalizingly against his pecs. And now with the baby...there is no one more beautiful than you in this universe.

As he looks back at you, he can see the terrible consequence of his tryst. He hurt you. More than that. He made you doubt your self worth and more specifically the worth you hold for him. You are everything. The crown jewel of women and damn him for fucking this up for you and for himself.

He must show you. He must prove it somehow. First things first. He’ll need to start somewhere, right?

“Okay.” He looks down at your sweet face and resists the urge to caress your cheeks.

“Okay?” You ask him, your eyes uncertain and full of that wretched doubt.

“Okay.” Bucky nods, assuring you that he means what he’s saying. He’ll make you see it. He has to. He must. Because he can’t go his whole life knowing that you’re wondering whether he truly loves you or if he prefers the company of other women. It’s only you. It will only ever be you. “No more pictures with fans. Female fans.”

He sees the brilliance of relief in your eyes and knows that he’s doing the right thing. Nothing else matters. Just you.

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chuuulip · 6 years ago

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My attempt on writing

Avengers Steve Rogers

Make My Wish Come True 💋 💄for @thatfanficstuff Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3

Where You Belong 💋 💄for @jtargaryen18 Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3

Light Me Up 💋 for @this-kitten-is-smitten

Vampire Steve Rogers

In My Veins for @prunes-said-bucky

Steve Rogers AU (Arranged Marriage)

Home for @stargazingfangirl18 @navybrat817 @caplanbuckybarnes @spaceodditybarnes @startrekkingaroundasgard @the-ce-horniest-book-club

Comfort for @spaceodditybarnes @the-ce-horniest-book-club @londonspidey @caplanbuckybarnes @stargazingfangirl18 @donutloverxo

The Red Sea Diving Ari Levinson

Ace of Cups 💋 for @ prunes-said-bucky

Avengers Bucky Barnes

The Lady & The Butler for @littledarlinhavefaithinme

Between Afternoon Tea for @thorfanficwriter

Could you not almost get us killed this time for @shield-agent78

All Good Boys Go To Heaven 💋 for @suz-123 Suz 1.5k challenge

By The Pool 💋 for HBC friday drunk drabble @the-ss-horniest-book-club

CEO Bucky Barnes

Inexorable Heat 💋 for @ruckystarnes

Here For A Ride 💋 Part 1 // Part 2 for @the-ss-horniest-book-club

Gale Of White 💋 for @moonbeambucky Chapter 1 // Chapter 2

Never Too Far for @marvelgirl7

I Want A Bunny In Your Oven 💋 for @buckysforeverprincess

Lawyer Bucky Barnes (Daddy Bucky and Kitten)

A Room With A View 💋 for HBC Daddy Monday @theeastiseverywhere

A Room With A View - Bathroom 💋 for HBC Daddy Monday @the-ss-horniest-book-club

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Musician Bucky Barnes

Favorite Record for @kentuckybarnes Hannah's 3k writing challenge chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3

Lance Tucker

Shaving The Gold 💋 for HBC Drunk Drabble @the-ss-horniest-book-club

Blinded By The Gold 💋 for HBC Drunk Drabble @the-ss-horniest-book-club

Charles Blackwood

Yes Please! 💋 for HBC Drunk Drabble @caitfairwrites @the-ss-horniest-book-club

Yes Please - It’s Time For Dessert 💋 I think this is also for HBC Drunk Drabble @the-ss-horniest-book-club

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The Fool HBC Choose Your Own Seb Character @theeastiseverywhere

TJ Hammond

Three Of Swords for HBC Drunk Drabble @the-ss-horniest-book-club

Four Of Swords for @littledarlinhavefaithinme on HBC Drunk drabble

Chris Beck

Worshiping A Star 💋 for HBC Drunk Drabble @the-ss-horniest-book-club

Brock Rumlow

A Kiss From A Rose To The Grey 💋 for @shield-agent78

Hidden Portfolio 💋 for @cametobuyplums

Hannibal Lecter

Aria - The Opening for @venusdemonroe

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beckzorz · 6 years ago

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12, 23, and 49? 💜

Thanks so much love!!! xoxo

12) Who is your favourite character to write for? Why?

Bucky Barnes, obviously XD

23) Do you prefer listening to music when you’re writing or do you need silence?

It depends? If I have a song or playlist or genre that goes well with the story I’m working on, that is really handy... but if I need to work through dialogue, I tend to do so out loud, and music is a bit distracting for that.

49) Can you remember the first fic you read? What was it about?

Nope! It was a Harry Potter fic in like 2002 or something, so I don’t even remember which characters it focused on hahaha. Maybe the Marauders? I do love book 3 >>

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By the Book: Part 3 (Final)

Fandom: Marvel (Bookstore/Coffee Shop AU)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N: This is for @caitfairwrites since she’s one of the winners for my writing challenge. This will be a mini series of 3 parts, so no tagging. Sorry!

“I met someone,” Bucky said excitedly.

Sam smirked, “Yeah? They cute?”

“She’s beautiful! And funny and adorable and smart-”

“What’s her name?”

“Y/N.”

Sam’s brows rose in recognition, “Y/N? As in Y/N who’s always at Steve’s shop, Y/N?”

Bucky nodded, “Yeah, you know her?”

“Yup. Whenever Steve is busy doing something in the shop, she helps me find books. We’ve chatted a couple of times. She’s nice.” Sam’s smirk was back as he rested his elbows on his knees and leaned in, “So you like her?”

“Well, yeah. These past few weeks I’ve been working at the shop and she’s there all the time, so we talk in between the rushes, I talk to her on my break. Stuff like that.”

“You tell her about,” he raises his left hand and wiggles his fingers, insinuating about Bucky’s prosthetic.

Bucky chuckles, “Yeah and he’s not bothered by it, at all. She said it’s one of the best technological advancements she’s ever seen and that she’s happy I’m someone who’s benefited from it.”

“So when are you gonna see her again?”

“I don’t know. I don’t work until two days from now, which she knows...should I still show up?”

“Hell yeah, man! Go over there and just chat with her. Show her you’re interested!”

Bucky groans and runs his hands through his hair, “But what if she’s not interested in me, Sam? I mean, why should she be? I’m mentally and physically disabled. I’m fifty shades of fucked up-”

“Hey, just ‘cause you got issues, doesn’t mean you don’t deserve to be happy or deserve to be with someone. As for her not being interested, I doubt that. From the sounds of it, she seems like she’s enjoying your company. But if it does turn out that she’s not into you, that’s fine. You made a new friend and that’s a big plus considering everything.”

Bucky stared into his lap, pondering and processing Sam’s words. It makes sense. Sure, it’s a little bit scary, but hey, he fought in Afghanistan! Nothing is scarier than that right?

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You know that Bucky isn’t working today, yet a part of you still expects him to be at the counter taking orders.

For the past couple of weeks, you and Bucky started to know each other more. He went over a little bit about his military background, his incident, him seeking help at the VA. You felt honored to be the one that gets to learn all these things, despite only knowing him for a short time.

On your part of sharing, you told him about work, how you’re a stay at home editor and that coming to the shop helps you destress. Despite you staying up late working, you always come to the shop in the mornings.

You hear the bell above the shop ring, and you don’t bother to look up, knowing that it’s just another cust-

“Hey, Buck!” you hear Steve greet his friend and your head shoots up.

“Hey, man.”

“You’re not working today,” Steve states confusedly.

“I know, I, uh,” he darts his eyes in your direction and Steve smiles.

“Aaaahhh. Got it. I’ll bring over some food and drinks for you guys.”

Bucky can’t help but roll his eyes. Steve always had a mother hen side to him, “Steve, that’s not necess-”

“On the house, Buck. You can’t say no to free stuff.”

“Ugh. Fine,” he grumbles and then turns your way.

You immediately pull your book up higher to cover your face, hopefully making it look like you just weren’t staring at him.

You feel the windowsill bench cushion dip and a presence before you. With a clear of the throat, you hear a, “Hi.”

You peer over your book, biting your lip to keep you from nervously giggling, “Hi,” you mumble out and you sit up a bit more, “Um, I thought you weren’t working today.”

“I’m not. I-I came by to-to see you.”

“Oh.”

“Is that alright?”

You nodded, bookmarking your page and setting your book down, “Yeah. I just-I was wondering why you came here? To see me?”

Bucky stuffed his hands in his hoodie pockets, shyly staring down at his lap. You’ve noticed that he does that often, “I don’t know. I like being around you and talking to you. You’re sweet. And..I think I...like you.”

“I like you too, Bucky.”

He looks up with bright eyes, “Really? Wait, as in like me as a friend or like-like me.”

You giggled, “What are we, ten? Yes, Bucky, I like-like you.”

His entire body relaxes, but his heart is still pounding hard, but not in the nervous kind of way. But more in the happy “I think I might explode” kind of way, “Good. Great! Um-”

“Here you guys go! Your respective drink orders plus some pastries. On the house! Enjoy you kids!” Steve said way too enthusiastically and gave a wink to Bucky.

You both burst into a fit of giggles, “Sorry about him. He’s just happy about all the progress I’ve made since I got out.”

“I don’t mind. Steve is great and a big dork.”

“Ugh, you should see him when we get new shipments of books in. He acts like a kid in a candy store.”

“I think that’s adorable.”

“No, Y/N, you’re adorable.” he chuckles when he sees you shy away at his compliment, “Do you wanna go on a date some time?”

You nod excitedly at him, “I’d love to.”

“Great! Oh, uh,” he pulls out his phone and you do the same, you both exchange numbers, and then put your phones away. The rest of the time there, you spend talking to each other.

At one point, you and Bucky decide to stroll through the book portion of the shop, your fingers grazing along the spines of different stories and information. There were literally so many different worlds at your fingertips.

When you look up, you see that Bucky is staring at you, smiling, through the other side of the bookshelf.

And that’s when you felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest. Bucky, this hardworking, broken man had been damaged by life and its fault. And yet, you found him to be nothing but strong and beautiful.

Then there’s you. The sweet and adorable bookworm that greeted Bucky on his first day at the shop. Every day since, you’ve given him something to look forward to. You’ve given him hope and life and he’s only known you for a short time, but that’s okay. The more he talks to you, the more he begins to fall for you, for your outrageous knowledge about books, for your light humor, and melodious laugh. He wants to know anything and everything about you.

Life doesn’t have a manual. There’s nothing you can truly do by the book. Bucky’s had some traumatizing life events and he’s learning to deal with it. He just hopes that you’ll be there with him for the rest of the ride.

#Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #marvel #au #bookstore au #coffee shop au

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