#honeyvbirthdaychallenge

[buckysmischief]

they think my lover is strange

Loki x reader, soulmate au

Word Count: 1.4k

Summary: No wonder you didn’t find your soulmate sooner, he’s a damn god who lived in outer space.

Warnings: language, expected levels of angst topped with the right amount of fluff

AN: This is too late but it’s for @honeyvbarnes ‘s birthday challenge! I chose a soulmate au & this is my first attempt at one. I know she’s on a break but she knows it’s being uploaded and I REALLY HOPE YOU LOVE IT VI! // I listened to a lot of Halsey while writing this, this is a lil inspired :)

Masterlist

Even in a world where soulmates exist, almost ruling out any unnecessary heartbreak, you still had to work for it. Who said it was easier, anyways? Whose bright idea was it to have your soulmates name show up on your wrist? And just to make things more complicated, it wasn’t always their first name. See, fate was a funny thing.

About a year after you’re born a name would show up on your wrist, obviously the name of your soulmate, and when you found each other the letters would change from black to a new, random color. Half would get the others' first name beautifully displayed on their skin, and while that’s still pretty difficult, it wasn’t as confusing as having your soulmate's last name on you.

It was easy to find out someone’s first name, you just introduce yourself and if that’s your person, then BOOM instant love. But if you have their last name on your wrist, it wasn’t that easy. Not many people were interested in giving out their whole name to a stranger who will most likely not be their soulmate. You, unfortunately, were among the half with a .

Odinson. What kind of a name is that anyway?

You used to think that it could be easy to find your soulmate, all you’d have to do it Google the name. But when you didn’t find anything you could actually go on, you decided it was best to just let fate do its thing. Maybe taking a year to travel the world, because that’s definitely not an american name, could have been seen as taking the wheel, but you were no closer than you were before.

After college you took a job at Stark Industries working with Tony himself as his personal lab assistant. Not only did Tony give you permission to work on whatever you wanted in your free time, but it also allowed you to meet all kinds of people without having to disrupt your routine. There was no way whoever this Odinson is is a normal person, it was something you’ve always been so sure about but never could explain it to others. It wasn’t until the day after the battle of New York did you find out just how right you were.

You got a call from Tony saying you had the rest of the week off but you elected to ignore him. No way you were turning down uninterrupted lab time. Once you got into the lab you couldn’t help but notice the alien weaponry on Tony’s side, what was he planning on doing with all of it? He’d likely ask you to assist, so you’d find out eventually. You finally got to your desk and started organizing your notes and important documents.

Hours had passed and you didn’t even realize it. So when you turned around to found a strange muscular man studying you, you freaked the fuck out. “Oh my GOD you can’t just do that! Who are you!?” you yelled at the stranger.

His demeanor never changed, “My name is Thor O-” he stopped himself. “I’m a friend of Stark.”

He wasn’t meant to bring Loki back for another day or so, Tony wanted to ask some questions and run a few tests, all which Thor agreed to. So while Tony was attempting to know Loki better, he decided he’d explore the tower. What he didn’t expect to find was to see you through the glass, reading so intently he was positive you never blinked. If anyone asked him why he originally felt compelled to talk to you, he’d tell them he was just following his gut. But when he was coming up behind you, he saw your soulmark. His name.

Only a few minutes had passed while he thought of what to do. He didn’t think for a second that he was your soulmate, he knew he wasn’t - after meeting Jane the year before both of their soulmarks turned deep red. Which could only mean one thing, you were Loki’s. He tried to recall a memory where he saw the name that belonged to his brother, but it didn’t exist. By the time Thor paid attention to those kinds of things, Loki used his magic to cover his mark.

He was just about to announce himself when you turned around and screamed. When you asked his name, he caught himself before he gave you false hope. No, he wanted you and Loki to share that moment. The moment where you told him your name and all of his walls fall, a moment that has nothing to do with being the God of Mischief or the brother of Thor. After he found out the truth behind Loki’s attack, he hoped finding you would change him into the man he was meant to be. Otherwise, why wouldn’t it read Laufeyson?

“Oh, I’m sorry.” you stood up to shake his hand. “My name is Yn, I’m Tony’s personal- wait, you fought alongside Tony right? What the hell was all that!?”

Thor thought about giving you details about his heroics against an alien army, but he had a better idea. “I have someone I want you to meet, he can explain it better.”

You followed him to the elevator and took it to the underground levels, to the floor where Tony tests some of his inventions. When the doors opened, you noticed Tony sitting in front of a man inside of a glass box, which you’d eventually learn was an Asguardian cell. If you worked anywhere else, you’d be concerned, but you trusted Tony and his process.

“Ah, Yn, you found Thor. Why am I not surprised?” he laughed, eyes never leaving the man in the chair. So when he noticed Loki’s eyes land on you after he said your name, he got curious. “Hey, Yn. This is Loki, he’s as interesting as they come. Ask him something, see if he answers for you.”

“Mmm,” you didn’t have to ask the obvious, he was obviously behind the attack. Asking him why would be smart, but this guys not from here, and you could ask him anything. “Why’d you do it.”

His eyes never left yours, and you didn’t know how that made you feel until he spoke for the first time. He smirked, “That’s not what you’re interested in, now is it, love? Ask me the question you really want, I promise it’ll be worth it.”

“What’s-” you cut yourself off. “If Loki is your first name… what’s, what’s your last name…?”

Thor and Tony didn’t miss the way you had begun to gravitate to the younger god, now close enough to touch the glass. He put his left arm against the glass, magic disappearing to show your name as he answered, “Odinson. My name is Loki Odinson.”

“Hi,” you whisper. “I’m Yn.”

Never did you think your soulmate would be anything like the man standing in front of you, he was beyond everything you knew to be possible. You spent the whole night down there getting to know him, and when Tony came in the next morning to find you both asleep next to each other with only the glass separating you, he wasn’t surprised. It still took Thor hours to convince him to let Loki out of the cell, but he did. Under the condition that the two of you were not to be alone.

When Thor opened the door, Loki took a second to thank him, that’s all the time he had before you were pulling him close to you. He picked you up and effortlessly wrapped you around him, only wishing to hold you close and breath in your scent. “I was beginning to believe I’d never find you, my love.”

“Well you did, and you brought an army.” you laugh into the crook of his neck. “My soulmate’s a big dummy.”

Thor didn’t expect Loki to be offended by the comment, not from you. No, he expected his brother to pretend to be offended, but instead laughter filled his ears. Genuine, heartfelt laughter he hadn’t heard from his brother since they were young.

He put you back down and cupped your face, “It seems you’re right, Yn.” Before you fully registered what he had said, his lips were on yours, kissing you like he needed you to breathe. Much to your disappointment, though, Loki pulled away, looking at you as if you hung each star in the galaxy.

“So, love, how do you feel about being a Queen?”

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[mysterioh]

ticket to my heart || b.b.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Cop!Reader

Summary: Bucky tries to flirt his way out of a speeding ticket. Unfortunately for you, it’s working.

W/C: ~2500 words

A/N: Written for the lovely @honeyvbarnes​ writing challenge. I know I’m a bit early but I just couldn’t wait! Hope you like it and Happy Super Early Birthday!

Warnings: Mild Language, Sad attempt at trying to be flirty.

Masterlist

“Why did you have to pick the bushes?” Sam whined, “I hate the bushes.” 

You take off your helmet, shaking your head gently to free the strands sticking to your face. You look over to your partner-in-justice and can’t help but crack a smile. His thick, muscly arms were crossed against his chest, lips contorted into a disappointed pout that was too cute for words with chocolate brown eyes shooting sharp daggers in your direction. 

“C’mon, Sammy, it isn’t so bad,” you give him a lopsided smile. “You look like a pretty fairy princess.” 

“I’m a cop,” he bites, you hold back the urge to laugh but end up snorting instead. He rolls his eyes. The dense foliage you were hidden behind rustles in the rushing wind that comes with the cars zipping by the highway. 

“Why is it always the bushes?” he asks exasperated, letting his hands fall to his sides, “I hate bugs.” 

“Because,” you reached back and started to feel around in the compartment of the bike, “this is the only spot on the highway where we’re invisible,” you reminded, lips curling into a smile while pulling out your radar. “I hate it when they slow down when they see us.” 

Sam clicks his tongue then chuckles, “you’re brutal.” 

“I’m doing my job,” you pointed the radar at an SUV driving by. You scoffed, grudgingly at the driver’s adherence to the speed limit. 

“Holy crap!” Sam yells, jumping back in his motorbike, “it’s a spider!” 

You turn to him. “Where?” you asked, looking around. 

“Are you blind?” he hissed, pointing at the handle of his bike. “It’s right there!” he shouted, obnoxiously loud. “Kill it!” 

There’s nothing there!”  

“Yes it is!” he insisted, “Oh my God, it’s moving!” he cried, squirming away from the front of his bike. 

You lean over to get a better look and spot a tiny —minuscule, baby, small, microscopic— spider sitting on the handle minding its own business. 

You glare at him judgingly, but he doesn’t notice by how freaked out he is. You flick it away with a finger as if it was nothing and return to your work. Sam lets out a deep sigh of relief.

You roll your eyes while checking another car. 63 mph. So damn close. “You’re such a coward,” you grunted.

“Am not,” he retorted sharply. 

“Are too,” you bit back. 

“That thing was huge!” he defended. 

You aim the gun at another car when he starts to ramble about how much he hates the bushes. 

You whip your head back to him. “Dude it was this big,” you measured with your fingers, “Stop being so—” you cut yourself off when a flash of white flashes in the corner of your eye.

“Whoa,” Sam gaped.

“Officer,” you called, pointing the radar at the speeding car. Sam can hear the wicked grin in your voice. 

“Yes, officer?” he replies, all teeth and gums. 

“What’s the speed limit on this stretch of the highway?” you asked. 

“Sixty-five miles per hour,” he informed. 

“Now correct me if I’m wrong, but isn’t seventy-nine bigger than sixty-five?” you asked, showing him the radar. 

Sam looks at you with the most despicable look plastered on his face. He takes his helmet and slips it on. The engine of your motorcycle whirls and you flip on the emergency lights. 

“This is gonna be fun.” 

“I can’t believe you overslept!” Steve screamed into Bucky’s ear. Bucky moves the phone away from his ear. You could’ve heard Steve’s voice from a mile away. “Today’s the biggest deal of our lives and you’re not even here! Tony’s flipping out and I’m hiding under my desk because he’s throwing shit around.” 

“Tell him I’ll be there in five minutes.” 

“Five minutes my ass!” Steve hisses, “Where even are you?” 

His grip on the wheel grows tighter, mentally preparing himself for the blond’s impending and inevitable outrage. “On I-95, around exit forty,” Bucky replies cautiously. His ears started to ring at the sound of Steve’s ear-piercing screams and a distant siren coming closer as the seconds pass by. 

God no. Please, anything but that. 

He begins to slow down and turns to see who it is. He knows who it is. He’s had a run-in with the police more than once and he’s got a stack of speeding tickets to prove it.

Sam’s motorcycle comes up to his right and tells him to pull over. Bucky has a strong urge to just ignore him and speed past them. The possibility of losing his job was making him sway in his morals. 

He could do it and might even make a getaway. Hmm….

Yeah, he’d do it, if he wasn’t such a damn coward.

“Steve, I’m gonna put you on hold for a second,” He pulls over to the side.  

“NO, don’t put me on hol—” his voice cuts off when Bucky taps it anyway. He smirks at the screen of his phone. 

A tap comes at the window and he turns to come eye to eye with an officer. Not the guy, but a girl. 

Holy shit, she’s pretty. 

You tap the window again this time a bit harder and he breaks out of his trance, scrambling to push the button for the window. 

“Hi there,” you greeted with a smirk, prim but cocky. 

Scratch that, she’s hot. 

“H-hello, Officer,” he stutters. 

“Nice car you got here,” you lean back a bit to get a better look at the car. 

“M-Mercedes, miss,” he replies. 

You revert your gaze back to him and it sends sweet shivers down his spine. 

“Yeah?” you asked. He nods with a gulp, You let out a breathy chuckle, finding his timid behavior oddly cute. “Well Mr. Mercedes,” you sassed, “this ain’t the Autobahn, it’s a shitty highway to New York.” 

“Really? I didn’t notice,” he retorted with a grin. Your lips twist into a scowl and Bucky gets the feeling you are not amused. He panics on the inside. 

“You know the speed limit around here?” you questioned. 

“Uh—well, um,” he stammers for a few moments. “Seventy?”

You roll your eyes at him, shifting your stance onto one leg with one hand hugging the curve of your hip. “It’s sixty-five and you were running at seventy-nine. This ain’t the Daytona 500, kiddo.” 

“Yes, but you see,” he replies, “I’m actually late—”

“The law is the law,” you stated, “and everyone follows it. Now I’d like to see your registration, license, and insurance,” you extend your hand towards him.

He quickly turns and opens the glove compartment of his car and pulls out all of his papers and hands it to you. 

“I’ll be right back,” you grunt as you walk back to Sam and your motorbike. 

Bucky hits his head against his steering wheel and lets out a distressed exhale. 

This is it. He’s definitely fired now. You’re definitely going to give him a ticket. Steve and Tony are going to hate him. He’s gonna be dirt poor because he lost his job and nobody wants to hire a guy who can’t even wake up on time. He won’t be able to pay that ticket and then he’ll have to go to court. And the pretty cop is gonna be there, smiling at him all sweet as they drag him off to jail. 

Bucky’s head snaps up when he hears his phone ringing beside him on the seat. He picks up the phone call from Steve. 

It’s Tony.

“BARNES WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!?!” he shouted. 

“I’m-uh-,” he scratches his head. “On the way.” 

“On the way to where?” he hurls at him, “Mars?” 

“No, to Stark Industries,” Bucky sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Listen, I got into a bit of a bind, the cops pulled me over for speeding.”

“You’ve gotta be joking me,” Tony replies, sounding like he’s on the verge of crying. “I’m ruined. I’ve got a meeting with Pym Tech in ten minutes and my numbers guy is nowhere to be seen. Do you realize how much you’ve hurt me right now? You broke my fucking heart.” 

Bucky rolls his eyes. 

“Do something and get the hell out of there,” Tony ordered. 

“I can’t leave until they let me.”

“No one said you couldn’t.”

“No! Don’t do that!” Steve butts in. 

Bucky looks out the window and sees you checking his information. He pays close attention to the way your hair shines under the sun and how your rather modest uniform makes you look exceptionally hot. 

“But y’know,” he talks into the speaker. “She’s one cute officer.”

Tony snorts, “Yeah? How cute?” He was never one to not discuss women, even in the middle of a crisis. 

“Real cute, but hot at the same time,” Bucky replies. 

Steve snatches the phone from Tony, “Buck, don’t do anything stupid,” he ordered, knowing the way Bucky did things when it came to the ladies. 

“Too late,” Bucky smirked, hanging up on Steve. He throws his phone back onto the seat watching the way you strut towards him. Confident but elegant. 

“Everything’s good here,” you handed him his papers and he smirks. “You’ve got quite a history, Mr. Barnes.” 

“I’m bad with time,” Bucky said, “Always running late. Never late to a date though.” 

“That’s nice,” you reply in passing, filling out the ticket paper. 

“So…” he draws your attention towards him. His arm rests along the length of the window, making it hard for you to not notice the way his lean muscles stretch his shirt. “I don’t suppose there’s a way I can bribe my way out of this?” he asks innocuously, tracing his finger along the metal symbol on the steering wheel.   

You snort, returning to the notepad in hand, “For all the money you could bribe me with, you could just pay for the ticket.” 

“I wasn’t talking about money, Officer,” he smirks when you look over at him. 

“And what do you have in mind?” you jest just to see where this will take you. 

“I’m thinking, me, you, and a really nice cafe on the fancier side of New York.” 

You pause your writing and look over at him and raise a brow. His crystal blues eyes glimmer under the sun, pooling with harmless playfulness. Taking a closer look at him, you have to admit he’s kinda hot.

You shake your head, lips curling into a lazy smile, fingers returning to writing. “Nice try, but I’ll pass.”

Bucky slumps over his car and frowns. 

“What? You thought you were the first person to ever flirt with an officer?” you cackled, “it happens more often than you think.” 

“Thought I’d try anyway,” he says and shrugs. 

“I admire your honesty,” you compliment him. 

A soft smile spreads along his face. 

Get a hold of yourself, officer.

“So how about a date and a ticket?” he bargains. 

“You want a date with the chick that gave you a ticket?” you elaborated, a chuckle coloring your words. 

Bucky notices the soft pink dusting your cheeks and it’s immensely satisfying. “I mean if it’s someone as pretty as you, I’d be stupid not to take the chance.” 

You stop writing to clear your throat, the blush on your cheeks reaching your ears. “And what makes you think I’ll say yes?” you countered as coolly as possible. 

He shrugged, “I don’t think. I just hope?” he says sweetly. 

You smile at him for a second then shake your head. “Sorry to bring your hopes up but I’m not allowed to affiliate with others during work hours. So that’s a no from me,” you replied sternly, a bit harder than you wanted it to sound. 

“Damn,” he frowns slightly, “bad day for me I guess. I’m late for a meeting, possibly going to get fired because of it, and got two no’s from the pretty officer,” he lists on his fingers.

You huff, feeling unwanted compassion for the brunette. Usually, you weren’t this soft, but this guy had a charm to him that others didn’t. Damn bastard. This better not come to bite you in the ass later. 

“Alright, I’ll let you slide,” you give in, unwillingly. “Just this once.” 

Bucky grins from ear to ear making one creep onto your own. 

“But if I ever see you speeding again, I won’t be so nice and neither will anyone else,” you warned playfully. “So mind the speed limit please.” 

“Yes, of course.” 

“Have a nice day, Mr. Barnes,” you walk away but he calls you back. 

“Don’t you think I deserve a reminder of some sort?” he asks, faux innocence lacing his tone. “So I don’t speed anymore?” 

You turn back and smirk, feeling like you know what he’s talking about. “Like what?”

“Your number maybe?” he wonders, practically hanging out of his car. 

“My number?” you asked in mock confusion and a chuckle. “Now how would that help? I’m not allowed to do that.”

“A little rebellion never hurt anyone,” Bucky tempted with a sultry smile. 

“I won’t tell a soul, I promise,” he smiles. You’re unsure. “Cross my heart and hope to die,” he pledges with an action. 

You return to him with a chuckle and pull out the notepad. “I guess I can do that,” you nodded. Bucky quietly cheers to himself as you scribble something down. You rip out the piece of paper and hand it to him with a smile. Your fingers brush against his, firing goosebumps against his arm. His eyes look up to meet yours, sparkly under the sun. 

“Have a good day, Mr. Barnes,” you say, walking backwards to your motorcycle, almost bashfully. 

You get on your motorcycle and ride away with Sam. Both giving the brunette a wave before leaving. A few miles down, Sam finally asks: “You didn’t actually give him your number, did you?” 

You laughed, loud and bright. He doesn’t understand what’s so funny.

Bucky exits the conference room. The meeting was a success and Pym Tech agreed to the deal for the new set of tablets Tony designed. Tony slams a hand on his shoulder. 

“Great work in there,” he cheers, beaming from ear to ear. 

“Thanks,” Bucky smiles. 

“So how’d it go with the officer?” he asks. 

Bucky laughs heartily and shakes his head, a blush creeping onto his cheeks. “I-uh- got her number,” he told him. 

“That’s great man!” Tony congratulated before being pulled to the side by one of the others. 

Bucky walks on towards his office digging his hand into his pocket. A pink scrap of paper twists through his fingers and he roars in laughter, startling those around him. He pulls it out just to admire your pretty handwriting.

911 

p.s. ask for the police. 

Guess that’s three no’s from the pretty officer. 

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[mushyjellybeans]

Another Bad Day

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Prompt: “I wanna take my time with you tonight.” - HBC “Yes I know I cry a lot, so what?” - @honeyvbarnes​ Warnings: Protective!Bucky, degrading from other agents, insecurities, insecure!reader, language, implied smut. A/N: Guys, we’ve made it to Friday. How are we feeling? Here’s another @the-ss-horniest-book-club​ for you, I’m also combining this with @honeyvbarnes​ birthday challenge!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVE!

And if anyone in the world degrades you in this way, fuck ‘em! You’re gorgeous and beautiful the way you are and you’re all good enough for our Bucky boy!!! I love you!!!

“Oh my god guys, how on earth did Y/N end up with a hottie like Sergeant Barnes?” You heard one of the lower ranked agents say in the office a few floors up where you had agreed to meet Bruce. 

“I know, he’s too good for her. She’s just so ugly and fat and he’s like the perfect god.” You winced at their tone and decided to try and ignore it. But you couldn’t ignore the tears welling in your eyes at their hateful words, to have your insecurities dished out for you on a plate like that.

These bitches didn’t even know you. You were an Avenger and they had to stay behind and type some bullshit in on the computer. What gave them the right to judge you.

You weren’t blind, you knew you were no Wanda or supermodel. But Bucky loved you and that’s all that mattered, right?

For the rest of your day you couldn’t shake the nagging feeling in the back of your mind that Bucky could feel the same way they did.

“Look, Y/N. Go and rest, you’re clearly not in the mood for this.” Bruce said, putting a hand on your shoulder. You didn’t argue, you got off that floor as quickly as you could. Heading back to your room where you could let all your emotions out at once.

You slammed the door to your room so hard it echoed down the long hallway and could be heard from the common room.

“What the hell was that?” Bucky asked nobody in particular, peering over the top of his book at the team, where he received a lot of shrugs and wasn’t even acknowledged.

Bucky’s phone buzzed in his jean pocket. He sighed and read the message from Bruce.

Bruce: Hey man. There’s something up with Y/N. She seemed really out of it when she met me, just thought you should know! Bucky frowned as he re-read the text message. He didn’t understand, you seemed perfectly normal this morning when the two of you left the bed you shared.

You dropped onto your bed face first and cried into the pillow. Their words shouldn’t have hurt you and yet they did, very much.

A deafening knock sounded at your door and you squinted, as though you had invisible powers to make them disappear.

“GO AWAY!” You yelled, burying your tear-stained face back in your pillow. The door opened anyway and you internally rolled your eyes.

“No.” The gruff voice said behind you. Your body stiffened. “What’s going on, doll? Bruce said you were acting weird?” Bucky asked as he sat down on the edge of the bed, stroking your shoulder but frowning when your body became rigid from his touch.

“Nothin’.” Bucky sighed and rolled his eyes. He pulled you up by your arm and he became concerned when he saw fresh tears in your eyes.

“Doll, you’re crying.” He stated, his thumb catching the new falling tears.

“Yes I know I cry a lot, so what?” You snapped.

“I’m not judging, doll. What happened? And I swear to God if you say ‘nothing’.”

You sighed, knowing you wouldn’t get out of this so easily. Bucky wasn’t as stupid as he looked.

“I overheard some girls say some stuff and I don’t know, it just hurt me.”

“What did they say baby? Who hurt my precious baby girl?” Bucky leaned in closer and captured your lips with his for a moment.

“That I was ugly...fat...not good enough for you, do you-- do you ever think that?”

“Of course I don’t! Y/N, listen to me. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. I would move the fucking moon for you if it was possible, I’d do anything in the world for you. If you said to me, ‘Hey Buck, let’s retire and move someplace quiet’, my notice would be on Fury’s desk by the morning. I love you so much, I wanna spend the rest of my life with you and those pathetic wannabe’s got nothin’ compared to you baby, I’d need a telescope to find their breasts.” You chuckled wetly and wiped your tears with your sleeve. “There’s that beautiful smile. I love you and I’m gonna protect you. And for your looks? They must be fucking blind as well as stupid, you’re gorgeous to me and there is nothing I would change about you.”

“Really?” You whispered. He took your hands in his and kissed the top of your hands.

“Really baby, I mean it. I love you the way you are. I don’t wanna keep repeating myself, so let me show you how much I love you. I wanna take my time with you tonight.”

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[browneyedhimbo]

I Can Do This All Day

Prompt: 4. “I cAn Do tHis aLL dAy”

Summary: You knew Steve’s favorite line and you keep trying to pinpoint when he says it and why, leading you to go down memory lane.

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Warnings: cursing, slight implied smut, gun/gunshots, so much FLUFF

Word Count: 1.2K

A/N: This is for @honeyvbarnes​ birthday writing challenge. Happy Birthday booski!!!! Sorry this is later than when expected, things started piling up. I hope you enjoy it! Also shoutout to @this-kitten-is-smitten​ for beta reading, thanks again so so so sooooo much hun!! 

If you’d like to be tagged in anything, please let me know!  《MASTERLIST》

Ever since Steve Rogers was that scrawny kid in Brooklyn, he’s said it. It started the first time he got his butt whooped behind a diner after a douchebag cat called a girl who was waiting tables. He got up, wiped the blood off his face, and said it. Then of course Bucky found him and well, the rest is history. 

Though it’s his favorite catch phrase, you noticed he only says it during specific times. And you can name each and everyone of them.

—

“Shit!” You yelled fighting off a few Hydra agents. It was supposed to be a simple mission, raid the base and extract some files, but of course it wasn’t empty and they had an ambush set up.

“Language!” You heard over the comms. But it wasn’t Rogers’ voice, rather the rest of the team.

“One time!” Steve yelled over the comms, the sound of his shield hitting people faint in the background.

“That’s all it takes Stevie,” you laughed, getting up from putting one in a choke hold. 

“Yeah yeah,” he faintly chuckled. “Alright Y/N and I are going to go extract the files, everyone else stay out here and cover us.” Steve yelled, meeting up with you at the entrance. You both ran and cleared out the floor. You started working your magic on the computer with the drive Tony gave you. Loud banging and gun shots could be heard getting closer to the room you both were in. 

You tried typing faster and were almost done when a few Hydra bastards blasted the door. Steve turned around covering both of you with his shield while they emptied their clips on you. He threw his shield and started fighting them off while you finished up.

“Got it!” You yelled, punching and shooting one in the face. You unplugged the drive and tucked it into a pocket in your belt. You looked up and saw the room was surrounded. Steve took off his helmet and handed you his shield. You gave him a puzzled look. 

“Boom,” he mouthed. You nodded, he meant there was going to be an explosion. You looked around the room and saw a window. With a smirk you nodded slightly at Steve. With raised fists he looked at the agents in the room before a huge smirk landed on his face. 

“I can do this all day.” Agents started running towards him and he was able to fight them off. He grabbed a grenade off one of them and tossed it to the middle of the group of agents. You shot the window and both of you ran towards it. He grabbed your waist as you both jumped out, the shield blocking the glass from coming into contact with your faces.

“Fuck!” You heard Tony yell over the comms, before you metal arms wrap around both of you. As carefully as he could, he lowered both of you to the ground. His grip slipped and you both fell, rolling to a stop. 

“Next time, let’s not jump out a window.” You chuckled looking at him.

—-

You never really knew exactly what would spark him to say it. Maybe it was because he saw something as a challenge, maybe he wanted to show his determination? Whatever it was, it always got you to smile.

—-

“Is that fine?” He asked you, blue eyes filled with nothing but love and worry. No matter how many times you, as he says it, ‘fondue’, he’s always worried he might hurt you. You found it adorable. 

“That’s perfect b-baby,” you sputtered as his mouth attached back to your heat. He may be shy and blushy but damn did he know what he was doing. He chuckled, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine. You made eye contact with him and he had that look.

“Darlin’ I can do this all day,” he winked before going back to work. That didn’t help the grin that made its way to your face.

—-

He told you it depends on the occasion but also the person. You chuckled at that. But then he told you he loves to say it around you, because you never stopped him.

—–

“What’s that mean Stevie?”

“Well,” he started, a soft smile on his face, “I don’t-I’m not really sure.” He giggled, that slight blush creeping up his neck. “I guess it’s cause I know you’ll support me no matter what? Probably that or I know you won’t question my motives.” You shared a laugh. But he was right.

—-

It was the big day, and you were so excited and extremely nervous. You breathed deeply while looking in the full body mirror in front of you. You weren’t one for self compliments but today, you really did look good. 

“Ready?” Nat asked from the doorway. You took one last deep breath before nodding. Everything was a bit of a haze between getting from the room to the altar because that’s just how anxious you truly were. All you knew was that you were now standing in front of the man you love. 

The world blurred as you stared into those crystal blue eyes in which you fell in love with. You said your vows and kissed. Things moved at a faster pace as you both walked hand in hand for pictures and got ready to head to the venue for the reception.

The pictures never stopped, the talking never stopped, the laughs and the ‘congratulations’ either. You ate and drank and had the best time of your life. The music slowed on the dance floor, the song you both choose booming through the speakers.

Steve gave you his charming smile and held his hand out for you which you gladly took. He led you to the dance floor, only the two of you were there. You were in complete bliss. He pulled you close and held you tight. 

“Those classes paid off,” he whispered in your ear. You chuckled and bit your lip to refrain from belching out a laugh.

“Guess they did,” you beamed back. You heard ‘awws’ and coos from your family and friends. You leaned your head against your now husband’s shoulder as he brought you in impossibly closer.

“I can do this all day.” He whispered into your hair.

——

Now that you think about it, he didn’t say it during specific times. He just said it when he wanted to, when he felt the need to. Every time you try to guess when he’ll say it, there’s a 50/50 chance you’re right or wrong. Maybe that’s why you loved hearing him say it so much. 

You had especially loved it when he would say it to your kids while they were playing when they were younger. Didn’t matter the game or time. When they would ask him if he can keep playing he’d tell them he ‘can do it all day.’

“Baby doll, are you good?” Steve waved a hand in front of your face, that same charming smile on his face. 

“Mhm, just got lost in my thoughts.” You smiled at him.

“Your thoughts huh? Must be a very interesting place.” He teased. “Remind me to wish to not be a mind reader.” 

“Stevie,” you rolled your eyes playfully, “it’s not such a bad place. It holds a lot of our precious memories.” You stared at him. You couldn’t believe it was already your 50th wedding anniversary. Everything felt like it was just yesterday. 

“I’m sure,” he hummed, “50 years honey. We’re old.” You laughed loudly at that. 

“No, just you.” 

“Hey darlin’,” he grabbed your hands and intertwined your fingers.

“Yea babe?” You leaned closer to him.

“I can do this all day.” 

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A Little Stabby {Drabble}

A/N: This is for Vi’s B-Day Challenge! Love you girly! I’m also a whole month and some change early. But enjoy

Warnings: Cursing, A little stabby, A little chaos

Pairing: Steve x Reader

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"You know what I'd like to see." You mumble taking another shot, this time one of Thor's Asgaurdian liquors.

"Don't finish your sentence." Sam laughs.

"I'd like to see one of you fuckers try to stab me." You dare the trio, giving Steve a particularly soft smile.

"You move faster than Pietro...it wouldn't work." Bucky frowns taking a drink of his beer, having sworn off the good stuff.

"Even in this state. You're too quick." Sam agrees.

"You wann bet?" You grumble. "TAG, you're all it. Catch me!"

"Is she actually an adult?" You hear Bucky ask Steve. 

"I hear talking when we should be running." You giggle, tearing off the couch and darting down the hall, trying not to fall into the walls.

You've gone down several stories and decide to turn back, when none of the guys have made it down to find you. The common area is empty and quiet when you return. The perfect recipe for an ambush, you think, smiling to yourself for still being able to think tactically. You tiptoe to the kitchen for some water and jump only slightly, when Steve steps out of the shadows.

"Y/N."

"Hey Cap...long time no see, slow poke." You smile but there's something different in the way your boyfriend smiles back. This is the ambush, you assess, noticing something in his hand.

"Let me see what you have!" You grin, glancing over his shoulder and out the door to the empty common area.

"Bucky's Knife!"

"NO!" You scream and sprint past him, just barely making it out the door.

"Thought you wanted to see one of us try to stab you, sweetheart?" You hear Bucky taunt and you realize this is it. Your big mouth is actually gonna get you stabbed.

"Yeah...what's wrong, Y/N?" Sam laughs, taking a swig of beer. "Think Steve can actually catch you?"

"Fat chance." You smile, ready to bolt. "Bring it on, babe!"

Lunging over the couch you prepare to race to your room and bolt the door behind you. But your foot catches the end of the couch...no. Sam is tugging on your ankle, causing you to just barely clear the couch and scramble on all fours. As you stand, the air is knocked out of you and you look up to see Steve crushing you, blade plunged just under your clavicle.

"STEVE WHAT THE FUCK?!" You scream and then pause...because it doesn't hurt? and the other 3 are just watching you. 

Are you in shock? Is this shock? Should you be headed to the med bay to get the dagger removed? Why isn't anyone saying anything? Ever so slowly, Steve pulls the blade back and pushes it back in...in a stabby stabby motion.

"A FUCKING SPRING BLADE?!" You yell, realization finally dawning on you. "YOU STABBED ME WITH A FAKE–

You try to continue but Steve's hand is covering your mouth. The other two are rolling on the ground laughing with tears streaming down their faces. He keeps hold of your mouth, helping you sit up and then stand.

"I would never actually stab my best girl." He winks.

"Shoulda bet money on it." Sam shakes his head, as the four of you go back to drinking and talking what ifs.

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Roses

Bucky celebrates his birthday three years after the war

Pairing: 40s!Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 1.071

Warnings: Fluff, slight allusions to violence and PTSD

A/N: Birthday love in honor of the birthday boy! This is my submission to @honeyvbarnes​ Birthday Writing Challenge - thank you Vi for having me! My prompt was "Decade AU", which, honestly, was the perfect excuse to write some birthday themed, post-war 1940's Bucky fluff. I like to think this is set in the same universe as Dizzy From Lovin’ You, but it can absolutely be read as a stand alone. I hope you like it ♡

Disclaimer: I don't own Bucky Barnes or any fictional characters mentioned in this story - they are all property of Marvel Studios and Marvel Comics. The plot is my own.

When you press me to your heart I'm in a world apart A world where roses bloom

Bucky heard her as soon as she opened the door. 

He was still a little lost to the in between of asleep and awake - that peculiar place when you're not precisely one thing or the other, so you let your body decide instead, saving your consciousness the hard work. The last remnants of his dreams, still lingering at the front of his mind, begun to fade as the girl entered the room, while his sense of touch reacquainted itself with the feel of the sheets and the heavy duvet you saved for the winter months.

If it wasn't for this delightfully sluggish state of mind, he’d have opened his eyes, if only for the sight of his visitor making her way to the bed on her tiptoes, tongue between her teeth and brows furrowed in concentration, careful to avoid the fifth floorboard to the right - the one that creaks and, apparently, was responsible for ruining her Christmas morning surprise.

Bucky remained still on his stomach, breathing evenly, as she crawled over the mattress.

“Wake up!”

Her voice pulled him to surface, the small hands on his back as the anchor.

“Wake up, daddy!”

Tiny fingers lifted the hair that covered his ear, whispering again:

“Wake up!”

Noticing the beginnings of frustration in her voice, Bucky lazily opened one eye, then the other, finding irises that mirrored his own. Rosie giggled, nose to nose with her father.

“Finally! You sleep like a bear!”

Bucky gasped, feigning offense, drawing a mischievous smile from the girl.

“Is that so?” sleep was forgotten as he narrowed his gaze, quick arms circling his daughter’s little body. “Take it back, young lady.”

“Never!” she exclaimed, her infant bravado fading with glee at Bucky's war cry.

Rosie’s shrieks filled the room as Bucky tickled her. Joy lived in her smile, your twin, as she chanted in euphoria “lift me, daddy, lift me!”. The light streaming from the window cast heavenly shadows over her frame and, high in her father’s arms, she looked exactly like the angel he always thought she was.

“I’m just like Uncle Stevie!” she squealed. “Flying my parachute over Azzano!”

Azzano.

Dark rooms, needles and that thing they put on his body.

It was still here right now, allowing him to raise Rosie over his arms without breaking a sweat and alerting his ears of the slightest twist of the bedroom door jamb. Whatever it was that they injected on him, Bucky could still feel it, almost half a decade later. 

His child, God bless her, was oblivious to the way his pupils widened at the mere mention of anything that happened overseas, but you never were. While Rosie couldn't understand why Bucky didn't work with Uncle Stevie and Aunt Peggy “since you went to the same war”, you, on the other hand, were relieved when he decided to forgo S.H.I.E.L.D. and return to Brooklyn in '45, taking back his old job at Goldie’s Boxing Gym.

Part of your husband would never return from the front, but you'd take all the pieces of him that you could.

A dark brown stain on Rosie's pajama sleeve - out of place considering your perfectionism when it came to laundry - deflected his attention from the unwanted memories, so he lowered her, laying her gently on the pillows. 

“What was that?” he asked, tugging on the purple sleeve.

“Oh my God!” she blurted, suddenly remembering the reasoning behind her whole morning crusade. “Mommy baked a cake!”

Jumping from the bed and landing right above the broken floorboard - Bucky would have to apologize to Mr. Gilbert from downstairs later - Rosie dashed down the hallway, calling out for him.

“Hurry, daddy!”  

Bucky rose with a grunt, stretching his arms above his head. There was a bruise on his shin from where a rookie had accidentally kicked him during yesterday's practice - if only the kid could punch as hard as he could kick, he’d be perfect for the flyweight Championship - that somewhat slowed him down on his way to the kitchen. 

That or his old injuries had finally caught up to him.

He found you and Rosie putting the final touches on a three-layer chocolate cake - or rather, you were evenly spreading candles on top of it while she sneakily tried to get a swipe of frosting from the side. The clock on the hall told him it was forty past seven. If Bucky looked outside he’d surely find the streets busy with people starting their day, but, inside, time stood still. 

This was Heaven on Earth, he decided. Early tuesday morning, your hair rumpled, the slight shadow of breasts under the camisole as you snatched your daughter’s clever finger, pressing a kiss to it. Your daughter. Yours and his - blood and heart united, creating a soul. 

“Dear Jimmy” he could recite back from memory. “We have a daughter. Rose Winifred Barnes, born January 16th 1944. It was a long snowy night, but she arrived like a golden dawn, flooding my heart with love like I’d never known. She looks just like you, from the dimple in her chin to the blue of her eyes. I stare at her little face and can’t believe the two of us managed such perfection. Please come home to your family soon. We love you.”

The letter was safely tucked on the closet, in a box where he kept everything you’d sent him while he was away. Sometimes, when his sleep was unkind, he’d take them out and outline your handwriting with his pointer, thinking of you, alone with a newborn baby while he was fighting for his life and his country. It was hard to believe that the war was truly over when it insisted on haunting him.

But not this morning.

This morning he only had thoughts for you and Rosie, singing a flawlessly out of tune rendition of Happy Birthday to You, with the child breaking down in laughter at the end. Bucky blew his candles - all thirty-one of them, one for each hard-earned year of his life - to the cheers of his girls.

He scoped Rosie with his left arm, dropping a loud smack to her cheek and snaked the right one around your hips. He grinned at the new fullness there and you winked. There, nestled in the safety of his heart’s embrace, his birthday wish come true, Bucky Barnes had everything he needed.

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The Artist

A/N: This is a short drabble for @honeyvbarnes birthday writing challange by prompt was a Artist au I hope you enjoy reading this babe love you.

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Warning: none that I can think of, if you can think of any LMK.

He lived in prussian blue and blinked in deep sienna, He walked in indian yellow and bled in light crimson. He comes alive in the colors of his easel, each one breathing new life into him. He fell in love with a stroke of a brush, his heart skipped a beat at the curve of your lips and dip of your hips.

Warm Monday mornings were spent beside the rising sun, your skin soaking up the golden rays that creeped its way through the window. You sat still like the dead as his meticulous hands painted a mirror of your image. Capturing your soul in between the bristles of his brush. 

This thing between you two was just supposed to be cordial, an Artist and his muse but the sessions became longer and his affection grew deeper. Every Monday was a first for him, his love growing stronger and his heart growing heavier. He was in ecstacy just by having you close by.

Bucky was known for his beautiful art and his hardwork shined through each piece. He was anal, calculating his motions, planning every tilt, twist, and dip of his brush but with you he was free. A cloudless sky, a clear mind.

He drifted off in the tone of your skin and woke in the shades of your eyes. His hands floated on the canvas, wandering fingertips meeting together to draw the aches of your shoulders and slope of your back.

On the floor of his room, stacked between bookcases and bed frames and dim lamp lights laid stacks of portraits of you. Every part of your body on beautiful display in glorious art.

They littered the room, filling every crook and crevasse, nook and cranny but Bucky couldn't part with any one of them, each one measured a inch or two and if he stacked them up high enough maybe they'd measure the height of his love but they never do so he kept drawing and painting and sketching.

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To The Stars -Lowkey Finnpoe x fem!reader

HAPPY BIRTHDAY VI!!!!!! I had fun writing this. For @honeyvbarnes​ birthday challenge! Literally no warnings except for drunken shenanigans. 

“Go go go!” The black squadron jumped to light speed trying to get away from the tie-fighters that had ambushed them. “Damn it!” Poe yelled getting out of his X-Wing. “Poe, calm it.” (Y/n) ran over with her helmet still on. Poe huffed and (Y/n) slapped him. “If you don’t cool it I will put tauntaun guts in your lunch.” She whispers. Poe sighs and walked side by side with her. “Poe! (Y/n)!” Finn runs up to them. A sharp glare from (Y/n) tells him not to ask about the mission. 

“Come on. General Organa wants to talk you two.” Finn says as he drags them to Leia. The two stand as they wait for her. “General,” Poe says as she walks in. “It’s not your faults.” She says. “We should have checked the radars, found them before they ambushed-“ Poe began. “They were stealth! The radars couldn’t pick them up!” Leia says. (Y/n) closes her eyes and groans. “But part of your squad got through. The data was still received.” Leia explains. “At what cost?” Poe asks. Leia’s silence is enough of an answer. “Ok. I’m going now.” (Y/n) says. She walks out of the office. “Poe, Finn, keep an eye on her,” Leia says. The two follow (Y/n) out and to the loading dock. She sits on the edge and stares at the sky. “This was my dream y’know? To fly. To make it to the stars.” (Y/n) says. Poe nods. “We should pay a visit to Yavin IV soon. My dad wants to meet you two.” Poe says. (Y/n) lets out a small laugh. “That’ll be an adventure.”

Poe lets out a whoop as he lands the plane. “We did it!” (Y/n) steps off her plane with a huge grin on her face. Poe picks her up and spins her around. Finn runs off the Falcon, a grin on his face as well. The three wrap in a hug before (Y/n) starts giggling. Soon the boys are laughing as well, and there is a huge laughing fit spreading through the hangar before time runs out. Finn and Poe both press a kiss onto either of (Y/n)’s cheeks. “I have some old Coriellian if you guys want.” (Y/n) says before walking away. “(Y/N) NO!” Finn yells, remembering the last time they were drunk. “(Y/N) YES!” Poe yells, also remembering the last time they were drunk. Finn isn’t sure if she didn’t hear them or chose to listen to Poe, but she returns with three bottles. Giving one to the boys and then opening her own she smiles. “To us.” She says. Finn laughs and nods his head. “To us.” He says. Poe echoes the sentiment. The three sit on the edge staring up at the stars. “You know, we still have to go visit Kes,” Finn says. (Y/n) starts laughing. “Not like this we aren’t,” (Y/n) says. Poe laughs. “Why not? I’ll fly.” Poe says. “Poe, you’re drunk. You are not flying to Yavin IV like this.” Finn says. Poe laughs harder than he already was. “Hey, (Y/n). We made it to the stars.” Poe says. He pokes her, making it seem funny, but really, he was saying she made her dream come true. Welcome to the stars. 

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Im so happy you like it 💖😩

The Artist

A/N: This is a short drabble for @honeyvbarnes birthday writing challange by prompt was a Artist au I hope you enjoy reading this babe love you.

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Warning: none that I can think of, if you can think of any LMK.

He lived in prussian blue and blinked in deep sienna, He walked in indian yellow and bled in light crimson. He comes alive in the colors of his easel, each one breathing new life into him. He fell in love with a stroke of a brush, his heart skipped a beat at the curve of your lips and dip of your hips.

Warm Monday mornings were spent beside the rising sun, your skin soaking up the golden rays that creeped its way through the window. You sat still like the dead as his meticulous hands painted a mirror of your image. Capturing your soul in between the bristles of his brush. 

This thing between you two was just supposed to be cordial, an Artist and his muse but the sessions became longer and his affection grew deeper. Every Monday was a first for him, his love growing stronger and his heart growing heavier. He was in ecstacy just by having you close by.

On the floor of his room, stacked between bookcases and bed frames and dim lamp lights laid stacks of portraits of you. Every part of your body on beautiful display in glorious art.

Bucky was known for his beautiful art and his hardwork shined through each piece. He was anal, calculating his motions, planning every tilt, twist, and dip of his brush but with you he was free. A cloudless sky, a clear mind.

He drifted off in the tone of your skin and woke in the shades of your eyes. His hands floated on the canvas, wandering fingertips meeting together to draw the aches of your shoulders and slope of your back.

They littered the room, filling every crook and crevasse, nook and cranny but Bucky couldn’t part with any one of them, each one measured a inch or two and if he stacked them up high enough maybe they’d measure the height of his love but they never do so he kept drawing and painting and sketching.

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