#i had a full dream about james wilson

[nanazxx]

im going insane….

[lanawinterscigarettes]

More Important (Greg House x reader x James Wilson)

Summary: you not feeling well is far more important than work in your boyfriends' eyes

Warnings: the reader is sick/doesn't feel good but it isn't specified the reason why so it's pretty much up for interpretation, House and Wilson are both loving and worried boyfriends, kind of hurt/comfort given the themes, brief and mild swearing, they/them pronouns are used to refer to the reader one (1) time in a gender neutral manner

A/N: I felt awful when I woke up the other day and when I went back to sleep I had a dream with House and Wilson that ended up inspiring this fic

When you woke up that morning, every muscle in your body ached as if someone had dropped a sack of bricks on you while you slept. As much as you wanted to just stay in bed, you unfortunately had to get up to use the bathroom.

House was still asleep next to you, letting out the occasional peaceful snore despite the time indicating he'd be late for work if he didn't wake up soon. Not that he cared.

Wilson was already up and ready, from what you could tell. That assumption was later confirmed when you stumbled to the bathroom, the sight before you making it seem as though your boyfriend was being serenaded by the sound of the blow dryer as he fixed his hair.

"Are you almost done? I need the bathroom," you mumbled groggily, leaning up against the side of the doorframe while you waited for him to finish.

"Well, good morning to you, too," He responded in a voice that was far too chipper for your taste given how early it was. "And yeah, almost." He shut off the blow dryer and turned to face you, his big brown eyes studying you with a slight look of concern. Being a doctor, of course he could recognize when something was physically wrong.

"Are you okay?" He tentatively asked, trying to approach the subject in a delicate manner. After all the time he'd spent with House he knew not everyone wanted to talk about their feelings or even admit when something was wrong.

"Yeah, 'm fine. Jus' have a slight headache." Technically it wasn't a full lie, as your head did hurt, but you were greatly underexaggerating the pain level in hopes he wouldn't worry.

Big mistake. Almost as soon as you shut the bathroom door did Wilson turn and head towards the bedroom with the full intent of waking up your other boyfriend.

By the time you were done, both House and Wilson were standing close together, presumably discussing your supposed symptoms, even if you couldn't hear what they were saying.

"I know you guys are talking about me," you grumbled out the accusation while shuffling back over to the bed. Wilson looked a bit guilty to be talking about something involving you behind your back, but House just seemed amused you still had the energy required to dish out snark despite not feeling good.

"Whatever led you to that conclusion?" House asked rhetorically. "We very well could've been discussing what traffic will be like on the way in to work, or our favorite romantic movies." At that, Wilson rolled his eyes in annoyance. House ignored him, finishing with, "Not everything is about you, y'know."

"Don't play dumb with me," was the only thing you could manage to get out as a response given how tired you were. Collapsing onto the bed, you curled under the covers in hopes that maybe all you needed was a couple hours of extra sleep.

Too exhausted for your brain to work properly, you only picked up bits and pieces of their conversation. From what you could tell, they were trying to decide whether or not they should stay home from work to look after you, and if so who it should be out of the two of them.

"I'll stay here with them. Just tell Cuddy I can't come in today because of a medical emergency," House offered while glancing over at your blanket clad form. As much as he acted like he didn't care, he didn't enjoy seeing you in pain, even if it was over something small.

"Are you sure?" Wilson questioned, just to double check in case he wanted to change his mind.

House nodded his head to confirm, uttering "yeah, I'm sure" in an uncharacteristically soft voice.

You heard the sound of footsteps approaching, feeling as Wilson leaned down to press a kiss to your face, murmuring the words "I have to go to work, but I'll be back soon". You just nodded, too weak to say anything more than a quiet "love you".

After he left, House made his way back over to the bed, gently nudging what he assumed to be your leg with his cane. "Move over," he commanded in his usual gruff manner that led little room for argument.

Obliging, you shifted over on the bed, giving him the space to lay down in his normal spot. "Sorry."

He let out a sigh as he got on the bed, feeling a little bad he was so rude given just how pathetic you looked. "It's fine."

The two of you were quiet for a moment before you spoke up again, your voice sounding a little hoarse. "I'm sorry you got stuck here with me. I'm sure you'd rather be doing anything else other than this."

As much as he didn't want to admit it, hearing you say that hurt his heart a little. Then again, he couldn't necessarily blame you for thinking that. "Not true. Why would I want to be in a hospital full of sick people I don't even like when I could be with only one sick person I can at least tolerate?"

You let out a snort of laughter, fully recognizing the jest in his tone. He obviously cared, the grumpy bastard, even if he didn't show it very often.

He felt accomplished when he heard your laugh, continuing in a softer and more genuine tone. "Besides, some things are more important, anyway."

"Mhm." Humming softly in agreement, you moved closer to him on the bed until your head was resting against his shoulder, making sure to give him the space to get up and stretch his leg if he needed to later on. "I love you."

A faint smile formed on his face at your words, one of his arms reaching over to wrap around you protectively. "I know." It was his own way of showing his love for you without having to say the words.

Feeling comfortable and safe in his arms, you must've dozed off because the next thing you remembered was being woken up by the sound of a door opening and shutting.

"Could you be any louder?" House's irritated voice rang out through your ears, the sound not being entirely unpleasant even if it did manage to wake you up more.

"Sorry," you heard Wilson apologize in a hushed tone. There's no way it was evening already, which meant he must've gotten off work early.

"What are you doing back here?" You called out, your voice sounding tired yet curious. "You're supposed to still be at work."

"I couldn't stay knowing you were home sick," he responded as he slipped under the covers next to you, not even bothering to change into more comfortable clothes first.

"Oh, sure, just forget all about me," House complained in mock offense, something that Wilson chose to outrightly ignore.

"But the hospital- I mean, you're the head of oncology, you can't just-"

"Some things are more important," Wilson gently cut off your worries, his hand reaching out to rest on top of yours.

"Hm, that sounds familiar," you muttered while giving House a look that said 'I know you two have been talking about me again'. He looked back as if he had no clue what your deal was.

"Go back to sleep, honey. We'll both still be here when you wake back up." It was hard to ignore the command of the oncologist next to you, especially when he spoke in such a low and soothing way.

"Okay," you agreed without a fight, snuggling comfortably into the arms of your two boyfriends as you closed your eyes and allowed sleep to overtake you yet again, starting to feel a lot better already.

End notes: I feel like I'm not very good at writing fics with poly couples which is a damn shame because I really love doing it </3

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Sam Wilson and the Case of the Damisa-Sarki Habit

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/SwHjz2U by Writer_Lethogica Sam Wilson is a private eye who specializes in art theft. His current case has put him against the infamous White Wolf. Or so everyone thinks... EXCERPT: “This must be a dream come true,” said Nat with a smirk, “Or fanfiction becoming reality. Do you write self-insert RPF with him in it? I bet you do.” Sam rolled his eyes, turning to Nat. “Stop being a dick, I just keep up with the ongoing investigation. I’m not, like, obsessed or something.” “Oh, you’re definitely obsessed, don’t even try to front here, Wilson.” Sam wouldn’t say he was obsessed. He just found the White Wolf fascinating. No one even had an idea about who the White Wolf was. Nationality, gender, reasoning; no one had a clue and leads ran dry almost immediately on the cases. Sam had a few theories on why the White Wolf did the things that they did, but the theories weren’t conclusive, mostly speculation. Words: 3431, Chapters: 1/4, Language: English Series: Part 48 of SamBucky One-Shots Fandoms: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Misty Knight, Elvin Haliday, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Sharon Carter (Marvel), John Walker (Marvel), Steve Rogers, Peggy Carter, Peter Parker, Michelle Jones (Marvel), Brock Rumlow, Georges Batroc, Nakia (Black Panther), Sinthea Schmidt Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson Additional Tags: full beta we survive like final girls, POV Sam Wilson (Marvel), Meet-Cute, Mission Fic, Detective Sam Wilson (Marvel), Thief Bucky Barnes, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Getting to Know Each Other, Dorks in Love read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/SwHjz2U

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Coffee Disaster — P3

Bucky Barnes x Barista!Fem!Reader x Father figure!Tony Stark x Avengers.

Summary: Will James Bucky Barnes be able to take his nemesis at his word and join forces? The answer may surprise even the Avengers themselves.

A/N: After changing a lot of things, finally part 3 of this fic appears !!!! Your reactions are going to be worth gold with this chapter 🤭😂 the more I'm thinking the more I want to write 😗👀

P.S: you're going to be nutritionists too 👀 (sorry not sorry guys 😂)

I hope you like it 🤭

Tag: @ro-is-struggling @luciasimmer96 @aquanova99 @themorningsunshine @mads-weasley @alexsoenomel

If you wanna be tagged, feel free to tell me 🥺❤️

Warnings: angry reader - kilocalories (those bastards are the worst to calculate 🥲) - exams - stressed reader - fluffy Bucky - fatherly Tony

Tony: - without looking up - are you ready Barnes?

Bucky: Yeah - next to Sam - we're ready.

Tony: - putting his glasses aside - you sure you want to help, Wilson?

Sam: Absolutely.

Nat & Bruce: - walking in - we're ready too.

Bucky: Guys...

Nat: We heard everything - interrupting - we know what happened when Tony went on his way to the office.

Bucky: w... How what....

Bruce: - defending himself - it was Natasha's idea, not mine - backing away as the redhead gave him her trademark murderous look

Sam: Wait a minute - watching as the man with the prosthetic arm - so you know what he said?

Tony: What and who? - confused -

Nat: Y/N confessed his love for your nemesis.

Bucky: thank you very much Nat, you're a great help - sarcastically -

Tony: I don't understand - Putting the pieces together - Wait... Did she mean it? - incredulous - you're not kidding, are you?

Bruce: did Nat ever lie about something like that?

Tony: Well ....

Nat: - exasperated - the point is Bruce can say it's true and apparently Barnes already told Wilson. So... - shrugging her shoulders -

Tony's head started to fit everything together. Piece by piece. The times he found them sleeping draped and cuddled on the couch in the living room, the late night conversations in the cafeteria or the library (courtesy of F.R.I.D.A.Y.), the way they looked for each other with their eyes at every party he hosted, even when Bucky arrives from the missions! The poor girl almost fainted when she once saw him full of wounds!

Tony: s... Seriously... - looking slowly at Bucky - and you like her too...

The supersoldier sat looking at the collage, totally dejected. At that very moment he wanted to disappear from the face of the earth!!!!

Bucky: - quietly and looking at the collage - yeah

Tony: Do you like her? - asking as if to confirm what he heard.

Bucky: - almost shouting - Yes! Yes, I like Y/N, in fact I love her! - walking around the office - and I'd do anything to turn back time so I don't make her suffer! - agitated - I want her to be more than my best friend! I said it the day of the fight and I'm going to keep saying it!

Tony was more than satisfied with the confession he had just heard.  Smiling, he approached his nemesis, placing a hand on her shoulder.

Tony: I believe you - sincere - that's all I needed to hear.

Bucky: - looking at him in confusion and sadness - Tony...

Tony: I trust you, Barnes - taking the collage in Bucky's hands and looking it over carefully - as long as she's with you, nothing's going to happen to our girl.

Bucky: That's more than settled, Stark - looking at everyone - all right, you want to help us, don't you? - seeing that everyone was nodding - good. Everything we need to know is in that collage.

Sam: Everything?

Tony: yeah - showing it - from the environment, machine, crockery, furniture. Everything.

Bruce: And how do we go about getting all that?

Nat: the right question would be how do we do this without Y/N suspecting something?

Tony: I don't know, but we'll make her dream come true - turning to look around at everyone -

Bucky: - grabbing the collage again and extending his arm to the middle of the room - who's with us?

Each person in the room put their hands on the box, making it more than clear that they would help set things right and secretly get James Buchanan Barnes and Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N together once and for all.

Bucky: right - looking at everyone for the last time - let's get started!

The next day.....

Steve: Bucky... - looking everywhere for his friend - has anyone seen Bucky?

Steve went all over the tower looking for his best friend with no success, he thought maybe he could have gone for a jog on his own but it was illogical at 10am!

Y/N: Hi Steve! - in the kitchen - Coffee?

Steve: Good morning Y/N/N. What's that? - confused by the object on the counter - and did you see Bucky anywhere? I can't... - he cursed himself for mentioning his best friend's name.

Y/N: ahh... No, I didn't and I don't want to see him, to be honest - she knew that Steve said it with all the kindness and honesty in the world, but she didn't want to hear about the person she confessed her love to in the middle of all this disaster.

Steve: don't worry, I understand - scratching his neck -

Y/N: thank you Stevie - smiling a little bit

Wan: good morning! Uhhh - looking at Y/N - filtered?

Y/N: - laughing at the questions of the pair present - yes. This is a chemex 6 cup coffee maker, it's a bit tedious because of the paper filter but.... The taste is worth it!

Steve: I don't understand much - looking at what his favourite barista was doing - but isn't there a metal filter for that?

Wan: I was going to ask the same question - reaching for his favourite cup - can I try it?

Y/N: Sure! I'll pour you a cup each - taking out the filter with the coffee grounds - and yes, there are metal filters for chemex and all sizes - pouring into the two cups - but I couldn't get one.

Wan: why not?

Y/N: all out of stock - shrugging her shoulders - anyway, I'll be in my room if you need help with anything, I have an exam coming up and I haven't started studying, yet - washing her hands - so it's time for me to make it - sighing - if you want more coffee, you can help yourself

Steve: thanks doll and... - taking a sip - is this the new one from the other day?

Y/N: yes! How did you know?

Steve: it's what you described, that last taste that no one can get out - laughing and earning a little look from Wanda - what?

Wan: Rogers, since when...

Y/N: thank you! - smiling - Wan, I needed you to taste this Kenya's coffee, you don't know what you're missing!

Y/N headed to her room, thinking about the exam that was coming up. She was a nutrition student at NYIT, one of the most prestigious universities in NYC. Tony had taken it upon himself to find the best college for her.

Y/N: Really? - wanting to access her virtual encyclopaedia of human anatomy and physiology - why can't I!!? - wrong password; wrong password; wrong password; wrong password again and again! She needed to access that program to start studying! - TONY!!!!!!! - getting up from the chair - F.R.I.DA.Y, do you know if Tony is in the lab?

F.R.I.D.A.Y:-after a moment- No Miss Y/L/N, but Dr Banner is there.

Y/N: Thank you, let him know I'm on my way, I need to know what Tony did with the password -taking her phone and leaving again- first the cafeteria and now this... I'm going to kill him !!!!!

F.R.I.D.A.Y: Don't worry, Miss Y/L/N.

Meanwhile in the avengers lab....

Bucky: -taking stock of everything that was on the counter- I think this is enough, we already have paint, the necessary tools...

Bruce: Then come on, we have to get started if we want this thing finished by...

F.R.I.D.A.Y: Dr Banner - making them both look up at the ceiling - Miss Y/L/N is heading to the lab, I would suggest you hide everything before she finds out what you plan to do...

Bruce&Bucky: FUCK!

Bruce: Ahhh.... ok, thanks F.R.I.D.A.Y -putting everything on the floor with Bucky's help- we need to stay calm, get everything out of here and....

Bucky: What do we do? -nervous- She wants my head as well as Tony's. If she sees me HERE, she'll kill me. 

Bruce: Barnes - "staying calm" - hide! Here she comes! -Hearing rushing footsteps

Bucky: Where the hell do you want me to hide?! There's no place...

Y/N: Bruce? Are you here? -almost to the door

Bruce: Hide back here! Anywhere! -Bucky, listening to him, hid behind the same counter - Barnes, what are you doing?!

Bucky: I'm trying to duck so he doesn't see me! What do you want me to do?!

Bruce: Hold still before I...-looking up- hey! Y/N/N! F.R.I.D.A.Y told me you were coming, what happened? -trying not to get her to suspect anything

Y/N: Bruce, do you know if Tony changed the password on the anatomy and physiology hologram encyclopaedia again?

Bruce: -checking the computer- I think... yes, he did it again - sighing-

Y/N: -pinching her nose- I can imagine the reason -looking at the screen- do you know what it is?

Bruce: Unfortunately not -commiserating with the girl- you have an exam coming up, don't you?

Y/N: Yes - making Bucky light up a little light bulb - Dietotherapy pathophysiology exam.

Bruce: If you want, I can give you mine so you can at least access what you need - grabbing a pen and paper-

*Bucky: -whispering and grabbing Bruce's ankle- ask her when it is!*

Y/N: that would be a big help! -relieved-

Bruce: No problem Y/N/N -smiling- ahh... when would your exam be?

Y/N: Ammm -checking his phone- from today, thursday.... in about three weeks, why?

*Bucky: tell him there's a barista fair in...*.

Bruce: No, no reason - giving James a "little kick" under the table - it was so that no one starts bothering you and you're left alone to study.

*Bucky: And what was that for?! -receiving ANOTHER kick- ouch!*

Y/N: What was that?

Bruce: What was that?

Y/N: I thought I heard Bucky complaining about something -fuck.......-

Bruce: Amm...- looking for an excuse- I thought I saw him walking down the hallway, I think he was in gym clothes.

Y/N: that makes more sense...-laughing- well, I'm off to study, thanks Bruce!

Bruce: Y/N/N, wait -making the girl turn around- are you ok?

Y/N: Yeah, better than ever, why? -she clearly wasn't-

Bruce: If you want to talk, I'm here for whatever you need.

Y/N: Thanks Bruce -half smiling- don't worry about it.

Bruce: You can get out of there -helping him up once she were gone- Bucky?

Bucky: Bruce...-looking at him- she's not well Y/N/N

Bruce: No -affirming what his partner was thinking- keep thinking about what happened with you... -seeing him grabbing the toolboxes previously placed on the floor- what are you doing?

Bucky: Doing what I can to change the story -waiting for the Hulk to grab the cans to leave with the others- our plan kicks off today.

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Returning to the kitchen with a confused Steve.

Once Y/N was out the door, and making sure he wasn't coming back, Wanda hurried to fill 4 more cups with the freshly brewed brew.

Steve: What are you doing?

Wan: You keep an eye out for Y/N. I'll explain later.

Steve: I'd rather you explain to me now what's going on and where Bucky is - crossing his arms; he suspected the Scarlet Witch knew something and wasn't letting on - he's been weird since the incident, you know?

Wan: I'll explain that once I wash that thing - pointing to the coffee pot - put the cups on a tray and follow me.

Steve: But...

Wan: just follow my lead Rogers!

Steve: ok...

Once the perimeter was secure, Wanda came out of the kitchen first to check that the coast was clear and hurriedly told Steve to get out of there and follow her, no questions asked, for the time being.

Steve: Maximoff, where are you leading me? - slowing down - what is all this?

The place was full of plastic curtains, a makeshift door with two wooden planks and very little lighting. It looked like they were entering the hideout of a killer from one of those horror movies Clint used to choose for Halloween.

Wan: right - with her back to the door - first of all, Y/N makes coffee for everyone but two people who we already know who they are, don't we?

Steve: Yeah.... - looking at her suspiciously - she's torturing them with it. And what's it got to do with you bringing me here? This place looks like something out of a serial killer movie!

Wan: It's not what you think Rogers - turning to open the door - Tony and Bucky are going to explain what's going on.

Wanda ran a timber and found all the avengers gathered in a very large place. There were construction materials everywhere, paint cans, lumber, tools... But James Barnes wasn't there. Yet.

Wan: We're here - walking towards them with the tray that Steve had in his hands seconds ago - we had to wait for Y/N/N to leave the kitchen so we could get coffee without him suspecting anything.

Tony: We love you Maximoff!!! - exaggeratedly praising her - it's torture not to be able to have this freshly brewed coffee every morning!

Nat: Stop exaggerating Stark, though.... That's a good method of torture she's using on you two.

Tony: and I hope she never uses it again - sipping the black elixir - Rogers, if this is the coffee they were talking about the other day, let me tell you, it's amazing.

Steve didn't understand anything. Why were they all gathered in this part of the tower with all this stuff? And where was Bucky!?

Steve: Ok, wait a minute - pinching his nose - what are we doing here and why are we on the ground floor of the tower surrounded by... Whatever is this?

Sam: that.... Barnes will explain it - smiling and taking a seat with everyone.

Steve: and where's Buck? - following the others - nobody wants to tell me where he is!

Bruce: We're back! - loading up some paint cans - sorry for the delay, we needed a mini distraction to get Barnes out of there without Y/N seeing what we were carrying - leaving behind him a James Bucky Barnes carrying four toolboxes in his arms

Bucky: Yeah, those kicks hurt.

Bruce: I had to do something to keep you quiet, she was going to find out what we were looking for! -looking at Tony- by the way, Y/N will kill you for changing the password, your strategy to get me to talk to you half worked.

Tony: Then I'll go and have a word with her -leaving the cup- my plan didn't work, but I'll get her to talk to me -carrying the cans of paint with the others

Steve: - smiling and understanding some of what was going on - Buck, I've been looking for you all day!

Bucky: - dropping everything on the floor and moving away from the rest - been doing a couple of things. I made a promise and I'm not going to break it.

Steve: - putting a hand on his shoulder - you're really going to make THE dream coffee shop?

Bucky: Yeah, it's the least Y/N deserves, Steve. Besides - crossing his arms and looking down at the floor - yesterday.... She confessed that he loves me and .... - before I could ask the question - left before I could tell her I felt the same way.

Steve: Buck...

Bucky: I have to do this, Steve. I'm not going to lose her over some stupid mistake like a fight.

Steve: in that case - admiring his determination - where do I jave to start?

Bucky: I knew I was going to count on you - hugging him

Steve: Til' the end of the line, pal - grinning

Tony: OK - once everyone was close enough and Bucky was at his side - what we're going to do is this - walking back and forth - we know this is a huge project and our little girl's dream, so we're going to do what we need to do to make it happen. This - pressing a button on the control in her hands - is what she wants. This place was my old workshop, it has everything you need. From water connections to heating.

On the wall they could see pictures of vintage style coffee shops, cosy, with neutral colours and exposed bricks, spaces to read and study, a giant menu with all kinds of coffee drinks (with and without alcohol) and tea, among many other dreamy things. Some were taking notes, wondering where or who could help them get it all, others were gawking.

Bucky: also - seeing how the film was changing - the espresso machine we set out to get with Stark is a Carimalli two or three group, black with a capacity for 16 litres of water, and this white La Marzocco with small blue flowers, something like porcelain.

Clint: Where did you get that information Barnes? It's too specific!

Tony: never ask a man in love where he gets his information from Barton.

Wan: - changing the subject to stop Clint from asking any more questions - where could that machine be found?

Bucky: in three weeks there's a barista trade show in NYC, where the Carimalli company will be - pointing to the brochure on the screen -

Bruce: that's about the same day as your pathophysiology exam, isn't it?

Bucky: exactly

Nat: And what do you want us to do?

Tony: after her exam take her to the fair, go to the Carimalli stand and ask them to bring some of these espresso machines here.

Steve: how?

Sam: we could be at the back of the fair waiting in my van - looking at everyone for approval - it'll be easier that way to get them to the tower.

Bucky: We'd have to get someone to come and set them up.

Tony: Good idea - finishing the presentation - let's get on with it.

The project was starting today, no excuses. All the Avengers, even half the SHIELD agents, started setting up the whole place.

Tasks?

- polish the floors

- plaster the walls and paint

- get the chairs and tables (courtesy of Sam)

- adequate lighting

- distract and keep Y/N away.

Sam and Steve were in charge of furnishing, Clint, Wanda and Natasha of preparing and painting the walls, Bucky and Bruce of polishing the floors. They all had their chores divided up but....

Wan: Hey, have any of you seen Tony? I need him to tell me where the lamps I just found would go.

Bruce: - slowing down the polisher - he said he had something to do before he went on.

Wan: do something? What could be more important than that?

Bucky: I don't know?

Wan: -sighing and putting down the computer- I better go get him, if he's gone to take a break now, I'll get him by the ear.

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Y/N: I appreciate with all my being that Bruce gave me his password, but this is driving me crazy - she muttered to herself; the kind of program he was using was not the same as the one Tony had programmed for her- next time I do this I'll tell Pepper...

Seeing that she couldn't concentrate in her room, she went to the living room. It was more comfortable, had more space and, obviously, the kitchen was closer. That was a crucial part for when she started preparing for exams.

As her good luck charm, she decided to put on comfortable clothes, glasses and her hair in a messy but cute bun, make her favourite coffee, ask F.R.I.D.A.Y to put on warm light so her eyes wouldn't start to get tired, and her headphones to listen to the pre-recorded lecture they had left on the faculty platform.

Y/N: ok, let's see.... -reviewing her notes on diabetes-.

Time was passing and she was still studying. There was no one to disturb her, thanks to Bruce. With the tower supposedly deserted, plus points for her study environment, she was coming up on a quarter of the topics for the exam.

Y/N: -scrubbing her face- why don't I get this shit? -the calm didn't last long- I've got everything! Why don't I get the kcals!!!!!???? - yeah... when the kcals don't add up in a meal plan it's best to stay away from it; Nick Fury almost got hurt and lost his other eye once when he interrupted her study session when she had just started her degree and... Anyway... story for another day.

While she was still muttering angrily, Tony was watching her from the kitchen doorway. Sheets and books scattered all over the place, two cups of Y/F/C (your fav coffee), calculator and pencil in hand.... God! He had adoration for that little 27 year old! From the day he introduced her to all the avengers, he knew that in less than a day she would be part of the family. And so she was.

Y/N: Ok -exasperated- I add this and that and... I would have to give me... about...1500kcal.... -comparing results- AHHH!!!!!! I HAVE TO CHANGE EVERYTHING AGAIN!!!!

Tony: -trying not to laugh- how long have you been on this meal plan? Ok, take it easy -seeing that the girl was startled- why don't you rest a bit and try again later?

Y/N: Tony -leaving everything on the little table- shouldn't you be with Pepper or whoever you have to do something with?

Tony: -sitting next to her- Nope -emphasizing the last part- I wanted to talk to you about something important.

Y/N: And what might that be? -looking at him suspiciously- if it's about the password....

Tony: Ammm.... yes... about that... -grabbing the device and typing -there you go, you can log in again. Sorry about that, I needed some excuse to get you to talk to me again.

The longest silence Ironman had ever experienced in his life. Y/N looked dumbfounded from the computer to the man on her left, not knowing what to say. She knew it was an excuse, but to hear it from his mouth, it was.... weird.

Y/N: I'm still upset - taking off her reading glasses and scrubbing her eyes - I know you swore and you want to protect me, but this has gone too far.

Tony: that's why I wanted to apologise to you. And a very big one apologie. I shouldn't have behaved like that with Barnes and even less in the place you loved the most and it had a lot of meaning, - he said sincerely- I know you're still not going to forgive me, but I swear to Pepper that... I'm capable of turning back time and...

Y/N: -taking his hand and making the man shut up- Stark -he didn't know if it was a good or bad sign- it's enough that you're honest -smiling- I know you said all this from your heart and it means a lot to me.

Tony: That means...

Y/N: you're apologized, half-apologized, but apologized.

Tony: that's what I wanted to hear - but... - hey, are you ok?

Y/N: Ammm... not really, Tony -hugging herself- yesterday I did something I shouldn't have done and...

Tony: What's wrong? - he was so sure of what it was that he wanted the super-soldier under the counter to listen-.

Y/N: Amm... -almost hesitantly- ItoldBuckyIlikedhimandranoff -bingo!

Tony: What? -wanting her to repeat what he said so fast

Y/N: I told Bucky how I felt about him and I left -closing his eyes and putting his hands on the coffee table-

Tony: - "surprised"- What? What did he say?

Y/N: I left before he could say anything -covering her face- told him a lot of things! I was, and am, so upset about everything that happened that I just acted without thinking! No... -sighing exhausted- I didn't want him to find out like that!

Tony: You wanted it to be special, didn't you? -His eyes softened at the sight of her, after all the bad relationships she'd been through, she'd finally found someone who loved her for who she was; Tony felt more than guilty for having stopped Barnes from asking her out.

Y/N: Yeah -looking at the floor- I wanted it to be a special moment, something that neither of us could forget...-she looked up- I fucked everything up, didn't I?

Tony: Hey -hugging her while she was crying- you didn't ruin it, ok?. You wanted to let off steam and you did it that way -without letting go of her- I'm more than sure that this is all going to work out, make no doubt about it.

Y/N: -with a broken voice- and how do you know that? You should have seen his face Tony!!! I really think I've ruined our friendship forever.

Tony: I know Barnes -undoing the hug and wiping away a tear that was falling down his cheek- between the two of us we'll do our best to get out of this setback

Y/N: Yes, I know -smiling a little- it's... it's the first time in my life that someone has made me fall in love like this... I also wish I could turn back time and avoid saying all those things to him and shut my big mouth.

Tony: It'll go back to the way it was, don't worry.

Tony: -looking at the sheet of paper after a few moments- let me see that -taking a pencil and checking for any calculation errors- I think... there's a mistake here -pointing to the total caloric value- look, you made a mistake when passing numbers

Y/N: What? But if I...-taking the calculator and making the correction Tony had made- but...-comparing the results- now it gave what I needed!

Tony: Go and get some rest - gently and giving him a tender kiss on the head - watch TV, listen to music, distract yourself. You can't study if you don't take breaks, girl! -smiling at Y/N's bewildered face.

Y/N: You're right, - getting up - I'll make myself something to eat and stay here watching a series or something. I don't have any more brain cells -laughing

Wan: Anthony Edward Stark -appearing out of nowhere- I was looking for you, don't disappear like that!

Tony: And that's my way out -running to the other side.

Wan: Oh boy, you're in trouble...

Y/N: What's wrong? -laughing out loud seeing Wanda chaising Tony-

Wan: He left me alone training a bunch of new recruits and it was a disaster -better said "he left me alone picking out some lights so I don't know where they're going to go".

Tony: It's not my fault! -leaving the room

Wan: Y/N/N, see you later, remember to take breaks while studying, hydrate and eat -leaving the room- STARK!!!!!!

Y/N/N: oh these two....-shaking his head

Y/N listened to her adoptive father and took a break. His head was elsewhere and he couldn't concentrate.

To distract himself, he picked up one of his favourite books: "Before the coffee gets cold". Bucky had given it to him for his birthday. Every chance he got, he read it over and over again, never tiring of it.

Y/N: a chapter won't hurt - settling into the armchair and leaving his cup of tea on the coffee table.

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Sam: Buck - making the dark-haired man look at him - listen, Stark's going to end up dead but not because of your girl.

Bucky: What do you mean, what do you mean...?

Tony: MAXIMOFF ENOUGH! - running in and hiding behind Steve

Wan: Oh no, Rogers isn't going to save you.

Tony: HELP!

Steve: You're on your own Stark - moving to the side - I wouldn't mess with her.

Sam: help him? - seeing how terrified he was

Bucky: no, let's let him...

Sam: If you want him to help, you're gonna have to do something about it.

Buck: Fuck - closing his eyes and taking a deep breath - Wanda, leave him alone. He's already here.

Wan: But Barnes!

Bucky: Wan, he must have a very good reason for him to be gone - tired - don't you Stark?

Tony: Indeed ....

Wan: when I arrived I found him talking to Y/N - crossing his arms - you went to him for coffee?

Tony: - tired of the interrogation - she said she blew it with Barnes!

Everyone stopped doing their homework and stared at Ironman.

Bucky: What? - confused - why does she think she's to blame for any of this?

Tony: after everything she said to you she thinks your friendship is ruined - staring at him - that girl is fucking in love with you Barnes! - reaffirming it - I regret stopping you from asking her out, seeing her like that tears me apart!

None of the people present, not even James, could bring themselves to speak or say a single word. No one had ever, ever, seen Anthony Edward Stark like this, let alone admit such things out loud.

Tony: Barnes - looking at a giddy winter soldier - Barnes....

Bucky: how is it going to be her fault.... This... - not having the right words - I'm not mad at her, I'm not even.... She didn't do anything wrong!

Bruce: listen, we don't have time to overthink things. You guys want to make Y/N happy?

Tony&Bucky: yeah

Bruce: use that to your advantage and let's get back to work. This coffee shop isn't going to build itself - smiling - let's go!

That was all the push they needed. They each returned to their tasks and in less time than they thought, they were almost halfway through their tasks for the day.

Steve: - exhausted - we're done for the day - wiping his hands on his already grimy trousers - I need a shower - laughing.

Bucky: you're not the only one - smiling - tomorrow we'll start the painting - looking around - all right, get some rest! We'll continue later

Steve: - walking beside him once they had said goodbye to everyone - Buck, what's the matter you're so pensive about?

Bucky: Nothing - shaking his head - I thought of something but it's stupid and I don't think it will work.

Steve: What are you going to do? - intrigued - and I don't think it's stupid.

Bucky: Sing to the girl I love, don't you think it's stupid?

Steve: - slamming on the brakes - would you really do that? Steve: Wow...

Bucky: yeah, I know, it's ....

Nat: - behind them - you know Sam's betting you won't do it, don't you?

The two supersoldiers watched as the redhead walked away, leaving Bucky's head still working amidst his exhaustion.

Steve: Pal... Tell me you'll do it.

Bucky: I'm counting on it - taking off again-

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The days went by with repairs, painting, pictures (yes, Wanda thought it would be a great idea to take pictures of each avenger having coffee, Peter being the photographer of course), decoration, couches, chairs, tables... Everything you can imagine.

Tony and Bruce helped Y/N prepare for her exam to make it the best day of her life. She passes the exam, goes to the fair and, when she least expects it, they are going to give her the surprise of her life.

Tony: Enough Miss - seeing that Y/N was nodding off - I think it would be too much for today and... - looking at his watch - it's late, too much pathophysiology at the moment.

Y/N: my head was already starting to hurt - yawning and earning a chuckle from the two men present - I should save everything for tomorrow and go to sleep.

Bruce: I'll help you - getting up next to her - is your exam early?

Y/N: 8am to 10am - taking off his glasses - it's 60% of our grade.

Tony: you'll do fine princess - Bruce could see the gears in Tony's head turning -

Bruce: - before his dear mate could say anything - is there anything else missing?

Y/N: no - checking - nothing is missing.

Bruce: in that case, best of luck tomorrow - smiling and hugging the girl - you'll pass that test

Y/N: thank you guys for helping me - happy - see you tomorrow

Bruce&Tony: see you tomorrow

They both looked at each other and started to follow her. They needed to be more than sure that she wasn't going to leave her room until tomorrow morning.

Tony: - after a few moments - ready, let everyone know that the coffee princess has gone to bed.

Bruce: - pulling out his phone - really? That nickname?

Tony: send that message, emerald - stepping back - we need to finish the finishing touches.

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Winters coming

Mob! Bucky Barnes X reader

Crime Family: Avengers

The Don: Tony Stark

The Underboss: James Barnes

The Consigliere: Steve Rogers

The Capos: Natasha Romanoff - Clint Barton -Bruce Banner

The Soldiers:  Wanda Maximoff - Vision - Peter Parker - Sam Wilson -

Info: Y/N is used- Cussing- Fem! Reader- mentions of violence

His life all dark and bland until he met you. He was out to eat in a restaurant Tony owned. He was there for "business" along with Steve. That’s when he met you, you were the waitress serving them. You had the brightest smile he has ever seen. How did you end up working here? He wonders watching as you set down the food they ordered. “Last but not least the chicken parm for you! May I refill your drink?” You ask smiling as he nods his head. “Bourbon, and may I get some extra sauce?” He asks flashing you a charming smile. You nod your head grabbing his glass. By the time the meeting ends he is tired and annoyed, but at least you were a small light in his boring evening. He couldn’t stop thinking about you the whole time, and eventually decided he would ask to you out. He stuck behind waiting till you came back over asking if he needed anything else. “Is there anything else I can do? Desert?” You offer smiling as you clear away the left over plates. “Yes actually, as you can see I’m very lonely is there anyway you could keep me company?” He questions messing with the ring on his pinky. “Sure I have a couple tables to clean off first then I’ll be right over” he smiles as you walk away quickly finishing picking up. He watches as people leave and it’s just the two of you. Then you return with a big piece of apple pie and two forks. “All we have left right now so I figured we could share, if you don’t mind?” You explain sitting across from him. He smiles taking a fork stabbing the pie and plopping it into his mouth. “So, what’s your name?” You ask mouth full of pie. “James, but my friends call me Bucky” You then introduce yourself and by the time you finish the pie and wash the plate it is well past sun down. “Thanks for the great ending of the night Bucky” You smiles pulling your Jacket closer to your cold body. “Doll, you sure you don’t want me to call an Uber?” He worries as you shake your head. “I don’t live far, I’ll be fine” he shakes his head not believing you. “It’s freezing cold and it’s the middle of the night, I’m walking you home” you can tell by his tone this is not a question it’s a fact. “Here take my coat, that thin Jacket isn’t gonna keep you warm” he takes off his thick warm coat putting it over your shoulders so you can slide your arms through. “So, why’d you move here?” He asks meeting your surprised eyes. “How’d you know I’m not from here” you ask confused and slightly amused. “It’s the middle of winter and all you brought is a small jacket” he laughs kicking a rock. “Wow you must be some kind of all knowing witch” you tease. “Wait wait wait, guess what number I’m thinking!” You shout making eye contact with him trying not to blink. “Hmmm, let’s see your thinking of the number four” he smiles as he plays along. “Nope, guess your not as cool as I thought” you fake a frown. “Don’t frown doll!” He laughs. “Hmm maybe you can make me smile again?” You fake pout crossing your arms. “Would a piggy back ride make you smile again?” You immediately nod your head. He bends slightly so you can climb on. Once on his back you point down the block towards your apartment. “Forward my loyal knight!” To on lookers it looks like two childish friends walking home, but to him? It’s like he’s dreaming, he’s never been happier than in this moment with you. “It’s the one on the corner” you point out as he slowly lets you down. “And the loyal knight dropped off the princess at her castle where he asked her on a date” he smiles as you giggle. “The princess says yes and gives the knight her number” you play along pulling out your phone and showing him your info. He watches as you then walk into your apartment only leaving once you made it inside safe.

“Bucky this place is so cute!” You giggle as you pet the cats circling your legs. He was determined to keep you out of his business life at all costs, and he is going to do this the old fashioned way. “I figured you’d like it” he laughs as a all white cat continues to try to reach you from its spot on a couch. Only to fall off landing on the hard floor of the cat cafe. “Awh poor kitty” you giggle as you pick up the small kitten. “It says her name is Alpine” Bucky smiles petting the cat. The two of you spent about an hour drinking coffee and letting the small kitten you’ve both come to love. Eventually Bucky gives in and adopts the cat. You could not be happier with his decision. After a couple months of dating you guys made it official. Your favorite moments were spent together with the kitten watching movies. Sometimes he would even come to your apartment after work and let you comfort his stress levels with a massage. Bucky’s life was going great till he began to notice familiar faces around your apartment and at your job. He always wrote it off as his paranoia until he saw him talking to you. Zemo stood outside your job sharing a cigarette with you as he laughed at something you had said. All Bucky saw was red, but he practiced self restraint by not killing Zemo on sight. Instead he waited till Zemo stopped at the gas station that night and left him a little "gift".

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Happenings at Easton High

Excerpt:

Character scent list:

Erin Williams: Strawberry Cake | Designation: Omega

James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes: Cedar Wood & Ocean mist | Designation: Alpha

Steve Rogers: Warm Apple Pie | Designation: Alpha

Natasha Romanoff: Lavender and Orchid | Designation: Alpha

Sam Wilson: Fresh Mint | Designation: Alpha

Supporting Characters:

Wanda Maximoff: Granny Smith Apples & Toasted Macadamia Nuts | Designation: Beta

Pietro Maximoff: Black Tea & Ginger Root | Designation: Alpha

Steven Grant: Raspberry Jam | Designation: Omega

Scott Lang: Key Lime Pie & Cinnamon | Designation: Omega

Sharon Carter: Coconut | Designation: Alpha

Tony Stark: Tequila & Mahogany | Designation: Alpha

Mrs.Williams: Stale Wine & Caviar | Designation: Alpha

Maria Hill: Freshly Baked Bread | Designation: Beta

Fever Dream

Year: 2012, February

Location: Portland, Maine

* this is only a part 1. I'm so tired but I will just post this anyway.

Gym class had gone on without a hitch. Bucky just finished weightlifting and headed for the locker rooms to change. Among the scents of the crowd, waiting to move on to the next class, Bucky knew something was off. Bucky’s nose scrunched into the air, examining the ether for his mate. He could only pick up the faint scent of Strawberry Cake. Erin.

His sweet Omega, the one that made him feel butterflies flutter in his stomach, believe it or not. He’d seen her with her classmates and her assigned gym teacher, Carol Danvers. Bucky was a part of a different class in the gym, so he always cherished when all the gym classes grouped up occasionally. But now, she was gone, only remnants of her scent left in the stale air. True they had only been officially dating for three months, but Bucky would protect her with his life, if he had to.

He knew there was something, more about this girl. Something refreshing and simple, something he wanted to keep around for as long as he could. He never wanted Erin to be ‘the one that got away’. Bucky shook off his nerves and ducked his head down, making sure his scent wasn’t too sweat-leaden. Raking through his long, chin-length hair, he solidified himself. He went over to Natasha, the foreign exchange student from Russia. She was a girl in the same class as Erin. She was an Alpha too. One that Erin seemed to build a quick friendship with since moving to Portland.

“Hey, Nat. Um. Have you seen Erin around? I thought she was with you?” Bucky asked quizzically.

Natasha lifted her head from her bag, one that she routinely checked on, making sure she was as prepared as possible. Nat straightened up the tie on her backpack and closed its top flap, pushing her hair out her face with a swipe of her finger.

“I saw her talking to Coach Danvers about midway through our track jog. I figured it was her asthma bothering her again. Probably the winter air, y’know? Go ask Coach, she’ll let you see her in the infirmary.” Nat slung her bag across her back, giving Bucky a warm smile.

Bucky returned the favor, “Thanks, Nat.” and walked in the direction of Coach Danvers. Who the Hell says infirmary anymore? Thought, Bucky realized the strange way Natasha used her words. That thought quickly dissipated in his mind, as he put his utmost important focus to the forefront. His stomach sunk at the news that Erin might be in pain. His Omega out there, struggling to breathe, without him? He couldn’t fathom something worse.

He cursed himself, how did he not notice sooner?! He could have taken her to the nurses’ office himself. Bucky’s instinct was in full swing. The need to be by Erin’s side only intensified as he got closer to Coach Danvers, chatting up another gym teacher. Bucky swallowed his nerves, he couldn’t act stressed out in front of adults.

“Coach Danvers?” he asked, looking forward.

“What’s up?” She responded, her line of vision tearing away from her co-worker.

“Is Erin alright? I heard you sent her to the nurses office.” Bucky stared into the Coaches eyes, carefully looking for any sign of fabrication.

“Oh. Williams, the new girl. Yeah. She ran out of scent block spray and her heat came on out of the blue. It’s better on everyone if her mom takes her home. Nothing more hectic than a school full of horny Alphas and a heated Omega. You can try talking to the nurse. But I dunno if she’ll let you go back to see her.” Coach Danvers warned.

Bucky got the urge to run, every second he wasted spending time here was another he wasn’t helping Erin. Bucky turned to leave forgetting his manners.

"Hey, I don't want to hear any funny business going on. Or you'll answer to me. You understand?!" Coach Danvers semi-yelled out to Bucky, turning to face her but keeping his mind on his Omega.

"Loud 'n' clear, Coach! Thank you." Bucky concluded heading out the heavy double doors.

It was no surprise to Bucky that as he got closer to the nurses’ office, that he couldn’t smell Erin’s scent. It would be concealed as best as possible until her parent came to pick her up. Bucky knew there were two isolated rooms built to hold Omegas who were in heat, granted the emergency situation.

These Heat-Rooms were tough. Made to make Fort Knox look like a joke. To keep Alphas out and Omegas protected at all costs. Any visitor who enters must first be neutralized with scent spray. Betas are typically fine though, being that Betas usually emit a calming scent to both Omegas and Alphas.

Bucky reached the front desk in record time, stopping to catch his breath. The nurse, Maria Hill, was diligently typing away at her computer. Her scent combined with her cool demeanor working to calm the frantic Alpha down. So far it was working ever so slightly. But it wouldn’t make Bucky’s worry go away.

“What can I do for you, Bucky?” Hill asked, finally stopping her work and giving the Alpha her full attention. Bucky was no stranger to the nurses’ office. Having to go there himself to get patched up after rough hockey matches with Sam was a regular occurrence.

“Erin’s in there. I want to make sure she’s alright. Just til her mom comes and picks her up.” Bucky said, unable to keep his gaze away from the heavy steeled door.

“No one’s making pups on my campus. Not on my watch. Sorry to burst your bubble Bucket.” Maria stated, getting up to file some paperwork away. Bucky let his head hit his hand on the counter with a soft thud.

“That’s not, it at all. I’ll leave as soon as her mom loads her in the car. Hell, I'll load her in myself if she can’t walk. Please, Hill? We’re Courting.” Bucky pleaded. He wasn’t used to pleading, so he mentally crossed his fingers hoping this would be enough to convince her. Maria’s eyebrows raised from her eyes, shocked at what he was saying. The desperation in his voice told her he was telling the truth. But she still couldn’t believe it.

“You? Courting, her? I thought you were into the more spunky Omegas.” Hill shook her head in disbelief. She’s probably the only person in the whole school who doesn’t know Erin and I are Courting, Bucky thought, rolling his eyes a bit.

“Yeah I get that a lot.Can you let me in? I don’t care if you keep tabs on me. Please. She’s in pain. And you can’t give her any pain meds unless a legal guardian signed off on it. And I bet it’s blank, right?” Bucky straightened up his spine. He didn’t want to leave here without at least checking on Erin. Bucky knew Erin couldn’t get as little as Ibuprofen for a headache. Much less given pain killers for her heat.

Maria chewed on her lower lip. Knowing that the only thing that might give Erin relief is her Alphas’ scent. She raked a hand through her hair.

“Alright Barnes. I’ll let you in. but you better behave yourself.” Hill gave him a stern index finger. Bucky clapped his hands together and bowed his head. Relief wasn’t a strong enough word for the emotion he was feeling.

“Thank you, thank you! I promise. No dickin’ around.” Bucky nearly exclaimed in joy.

Erin:

Ms. Hill was nice enough to give me a weighted blanket, and to keep the overhead fan on. But my heat was gnawing at me, slow and vicious. I kept my eyes closed, the lights beating a headache into my skull. That wasn’t the heat talking. Something I don’t like talking about. If Bucky knew about it, what’d he think about me? Would he disown me? Dump me? Never want to be associated with me ever again? Probably.

The kind nurse gave me multiple pillows, one of which I used to block out the light. I often felt like I was floating on my heats. At least not when a cramp had me in its jaws. Then I would come crashing back to earth until the pain subsided. Mom denies I have strong heats. Only because Dad never had strong heats, and he didn’t have debilitating cramps, like I do. I often wonder if the reasoning is because of my secret. Am I just too… sensitive? Just like with my emotions? The constant Ping-Ponging between feeling overly happy, to deep dark depressions, and enormous tidal waves of sadness that wash over me.

I’m nuts. I’m fucking nuts. A teenage girl who is so afraid of the dark, she has mental breakdowns. I can’t tell if I’m going crazy from just being me or if it’s the emotional abuse. Sometimes, if I didn't behave, Mom was mean to me. All through middle school and to now. Maybe it won’t end? Maybe I just need to be on my best behavior? Maybe by the time we graduate, Bucky can claim me. So Rapunzel won’t have to live in the tower anymore? Nah, that’s just a dumb fever dream. That’s the heat talking.

“Erin? You have a visitor.” a soft voice said, Ms. Hill. Oh no. I don't want to leave. I don’t want to go home, not yet. I groaned into my pillow. Curling into myself, half from a cramp and half from wishing I didn't leave so soon. But if I don't comply, then tonight will just be another argument.

I heard her pull up a chair. I know what she’s gonna say. ‘I took off work from a very important meeting to be here.’ Right, because I'm always the problem. If I’m such a burden then, why did you even have me in the first place?!

“Omega?” a voice asked with trepidation. My breath hitched and my heart skipped a beat. It wasn’t Mother Gothel after all. I removed the pillow from over my head, thinking it was very possible that I was just imagining all this. What a horrible trick resulting from a heat haze. But instead I was met with a soft smile and a heaping whiff of Cedarwood laced with hints of Ocean mist.

“Bucky? Why are you here?” my entire body shuddered as the heat fevers were beginning to kick in. Bucky chuckled a bit.

"I noticed you'd left. Talked to Coach Danvers and once I heard you were in heat. I- I couldn't just leave you to your misery. It's okay babe. I'm here now." Bucky said, his features softening. Bucky wiped sweat from my brow and gingerly stroked my warm cheek with his thumb.

I couldn't help but mewl at his tender touch. There was nothing like it. It was so sweet to have someone who cared for me like this. What's Bucky gonna think when I tell him about Mom? I trust him, but I feel like he might get too involved. And that would only make my situation more complicated.

Ms. Hill wandered about the room, giving me a water bottle and checking my temperature. I noticed she was assessing how Bucky was with me. Cautious as she should be, Alphas that are students are not allowed in the Heat Rooms when an Omega is present. She’s breaking the rules. Something I wouldn't be confident to do myself. She smiled and opened the door to leave.

“If either of you love birds need anything, I'll be just outside. I hope you feel better sweetie.” Ms. Hill expressed her sympathies. I could only give her a curt nod, feeling the beginnings of another cramp gripping my insides. I grasped at the thin cotton bedsheets, my teeth grinding in an effort to conceal a pain filled outburst.

Bucky noticed my pain immediately and dragged my hand to his lips, leaving soft kisses to distract me for the time being. When the wave subsided, I opened my eyes again, staring back at my lover's face. It was killing him to see me like this.

His brows furrowed and his face fallen he asked, “Is it always like this for you?”

I nodded, “mmhmm. Every month since I was 9.”

Bucky’s eyes widened at my response, “You were 9 when your heat started?! That’s crazy! Shit. I’m sorry Baby. You know, I would take your pain away if I could. Is my scent okay? I heard sometimes an Alpha’s scent can help the cramps.”

I nodded again. “Yeah your scent always smells so good. And I think it is helping. But i’m just a wuss anyway."

Bucky growled a bit. "Don't put yourself down like that. Heats are tough. Hell, ruts are tough. I can't imagine what you're going through. I mean… I can. I just. I wanna help you." His hand went to the back of his neck, I noticed. He was getting bashful. I smiled weakly.

"Thank you, Buck." I replied. With some struggle I forced my torso up. I always hated getting that cottonmouth feeling during my heats. Bucky followed my every move. I sipped the water before taking a few big gulps. Hopefully this won't make me nauseous.

The bell rang, normally I would be making my way to 3rd period. English 2 class. I looked to his perfectly blue eyes.

"You don't have to miss class for me." I said.

"That doesn't matter to me. You're more important. And agriculture class is boring as shit anyway." He made me chuckle.

"Whatever floats your boat, Billy goat!" I laughed at my own cheesy joke. I saw a brightness come back to Bucky's features. He gave a light chuckle before landing another kiss on the back of my hand.

"Jeez. What am I gonna do with you?" He asked rhetorically.

I never expected him to be by my side all day. I wasn't used to this kind of, kindness.

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ocean waves & faded dreams — shore viii

tony’s attempt at digging into johan’s life returns unsuccessful, so wanda offers another way.

⚝༄ platonic!tony stark x original character (ft. platonic!bucky barnes x original character)

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The Avengers stayed silent after Detective Jessica Jones and Agent Johan Collins left the floor. The deafening silence wasn’t because they had nothing to note about the hours they spent with the kid assassin; but, rather, it was because they had a lot to note. Everyone simply just couldn’t settle which one to say first.

"I like her," Pietro Maximoff was the first one to break the silence. "Kid, I mean."

"She does seem like a good kid," Sam Wilson indirectly agreed. "Even with the whole ‘programmed to kill’ thing."

"It took a lot of strength resisting her trigger like that," Bruce added. "She was in a lot of pain, almost like it was slowly killing her."

They all saw how the twelve-year-old looked when she was fighting her programming. She was trying her hardest to hide it, but they all still saw right through her. Mostly because the intensity of the pain must’ve been too much to hide effectively, even for a well-seasoned agent. Although she did seem to feel better after napping and reuniting with her fellow assassin, the pain notably came back with a stronger force once she laid her eyes upon her targets once more.

Regardless of how tormenting it was, Johan still fought anyway.

"She’s too young to have gone through all of what she did," Clint lamented.

Out of all of them, Clint was one of the two people with an understanding different than the rest. Sure, Natasha, Bucky, and the Maximoff twins understood in depth what it was like to be experimented on. And the others could only begin to imagine how difficult her life was, as her struggles greatly differed to theirs.

But Clint and Scott Lang were the only ones who understood how young she was. "Kid’s only three, four years older than Cassie. Jesus."

"She’s around the same age as Cooper and Lila," Clint nodded, his expression stayed crestfallen.

The Avengers fell silent again after that remark.

They all had the opportunity to meet the three children mentioned, along with the youngest Barton kid Nathaniel. Cooper was the oldest of them and yet, he was still far too young. Not that there was an appropriate age to be traumatized to the core, but the point still stands: Johan Collins was far too young to be an assassin with post-traumatic stress disorder.

"Tony, what are you doing?" This time, it was James ‘Rhodey’ Rhodes who interrupted the silence. Had he not done that, then his best friend in question’s actions probably would’ve escaped everyone else’s notice for another five more minutes. However, since he did, they all turned just in time to witness him open the S.H.I.E.L.D. database in a holographic screen.

"Researching," Tony Stark replied simply, before typing: Johan Collins.

"Invading privacy, you mean."

"Only if I can actually find info on Kid." His hands began moving faster as he maneuvered the holograms in front of him. Everyone unconsciously held their breath as they anticipated a wall full of her information to pop up any second. Except . . . "Rogers, did you just jinx it—"

"What—"

"—I’m assuming you did." He cut Steve off before the latter could even defend himself. "Are there any other ways to spell her name?"

"Try ‘Anastasia Stark,’" Natasha suggested. Tony followed through. Unfortunately, the screen still came up blank. "‘Anastasia Collins’? ‘Johan Stark’?"

"Boss, you have a new message from Director Fury," FRIDAY announced, effectively halting Tony’s so-called research.

Everyone suddenly looked at him expectantly, silently urging him to read the message out loud with their eyes. "What did he say?"

"‘You aren’t authorized to see Collins’ data. Stop snooping.’"

Much to Director Fury’s chagrin, Tony merely took his message as a challenge. Unfortunately for the challenger, though, he still failed to uncover anything regardless of whatever offense he threw at the S.H.I.E.L.D. database.

By the time he ran out of all the system offense he knew on top of his head, the blank screen was mocking him.

"What is S.H.I.E.L.D. hiding?" He blurted in frustration, mostly to himself. "Barnes has a profile, so why doesn’t she?"

"What are you trying to find, anyway?" Bucky spoke up. "Maybe I can answer."

"Jones was obviously avoiding to mention something. I want to know why."

"I can give you more than that." Wanda, who had been awfully quiet since Agent Collins and Detective Jones came to the common floor, finally contributed to the conversation. "I can show them to you."

"You went inside her head?" Pietro looked at her in slight disbelief. "What did you see?"

Contrast to her twin’s reaction that had a hint of curiosity in it, Steve’s response wasn’t relatively as excited. "Wanda, we’ve talked about this."

"I didn’t force my way in. She was thinking very loudly." That would’ve been a weak attempt at defense if it really was one, except she wasn’t actually defending herself. "Kid kept on thinking about one memory in particular." She was merely stating facts as they were. "It answers the ‘why’ Stark wants to know and more."

Wanda let her words sink in. "Fine. Let’s see it."

"Only if we could help her see her father." Wanda bargained out of the blue — albeit as if that was her plan all along.

No one could read what she was thinking. Not even her twin, who knew her more than anyone else in the room, could decipher her expression.

"I can’t promise you that," Tony’s reply was almost immediate. "We can’t afford to expose a civilian to an unpredictable, amnesiac assassin suffering from PTSD."

next shore >

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Most Likely (high school reunion Stucky fic)

Twenty-Three:

"Well, well, well. Look who took a shower."

At the sound of an exaggerated low whistle, Bucky turned to find none other than Sam Wilson. As though not a day had passed from the last time he had seen the man, Bucky teased, "If it isn't the man, the myth, the loser."

"Ha-fucking-ha," Sam narrowed his eyes, feigning offense. Bringing the brunet in for a hug, Sam claimed, "The only loser I see here is you."

"Ouch, I'm hurt," Bucky pulled back, theatrically holding his hand to his chest, "You wound me."

Laughing, Sam looked over Bucky, complimenting, "For real though, you're lookin' good. How've ya been?"

"I've been alright. Divorced, but I got three daughters out of it."

"No shit? I've got a daughter too," Sam smiled, reaching for his phone in his suit slacks pockets. Holding it up, he showed the screen to Bucky. "This is Sloane."

"She's so cute," Bucky smiled at the picture of the teenager and their pet dog. But he couldn't let his childhood friend get away that easily, "She must get it from her mother."

"She does," Sam and a woman agreed in unison as she joined the two men. She smiled politely at Bucky as she handed Sam a drink and the Black man introduced them, "Bucky, this is my better half, Dr. Monica Rambeau. Babe, this is James Barnes."

"Bucky's fine," the brunet smiled, taking her offered hand, "It's a pleasure to meet the woman to put up with him."

"Hey!" Sam objected.

"I've heard a lot about you."

"That doesn't sound promising," Bucky chuckled.

Monica smiled, "I'm sure he exaggerated greatly."

"I really didn't," Sam grinned.

All the things that Sam could've shared from their past ran through Bucky's mind. Whether they were good or bad or somewhere in between and outside, there were so many memories. Sure, it wasn't as many as with Steve nor with Nattie, but there were plenty. And Bucky truly had to have his head so far up his own ass to not realize how much he missed Sam until this very moment.

"Is it true that you built a miniature model arc reactor from scraps around your house? And it worked?"

Not expecting the question about his tenth grade science fair project, Bucky was taken aback. He was certain that she was going to ask him about some embarrassing story. Like how at the eighth grade award ceremony, he passed out on the stage and peed himself. Or when they were seventeen and Bucky got stuck in a baby swing at the park and the firemen had to come and cut him out of it. Or –

Shaking his head in hopes of shaking the embarrassing thoughts away, Bucky confirmed, "Yeah. I, uh, used whatever I could find at my family's auto shop. But it wasn't anything impressive."

"Don't downplay it," Monica ordered. Instead, she encouraged, "It's not every day that a high schooler can create a functional arc reactor out of recyclables."

"Maybe not," Bucky felt his cheeks getting hotter as he blushed. Deciding to get the focus off of himself, he was about to ask Monica about herself, but his mind completely blanked.

There, standing in the open doorway to the ballroom was everything that Bucky had ever wanted. Memories of past school dances ran through his mind, full of twinkling lights and colorful streamers. Steve Rogers was always gorgeous, but especially like this. Classic black suit and tie, fitted to perfection. God, it made Bucky's heart skip a beat seeing Steve standing there as though he was a dream come to life.

"...everything okay?" Bucky distantly heard Monica ask while her husband said, "Don't bother, he's gone–"

"Excuse me," Bucky distractedly interrupted, making his way to Steve before anything else could be said.

At first, Steve was searching the crowd of their former classmates. He stopped though when he spotted Bucky. The blond's eyes widened and his naturally white complexion started to pinken. Just as Bucky's gaze traveled the length of Steve's body, Steve's did the same with his. Bucky knew that he couldn't possibly look anywhere as good as Steve did, but that didn't stop the blond from looking at him like he did.

"Wow," Steve breathed once they were face-to-face. "Buck, you look incredible."

"Speak for yourself," Bucky shoved his hands into his pockets to stop himself from reaching out and touching Steve. "I think suits were created for you specifically."

"Oh-kay," Steve sarcastically agreed.

"Still can't take a compliment, I see," Bucky muttered.

Despite his blush, Steve narrowed his eyes and mocked, "'Still can't take a compliment, I see.'"

Of course, the blond's sass just made Bucky's smile grow. While it wasn't unusual for Bucky to find Steve's attitude annoying while growing up, he couldn't help but long for it now. It was Steve being Steve, after all. And that was something that he had missed out on for twenty-five goddamn years, no way was he going to spoil it. Instead, he held out his hand in an unspoken request for a dance.

"Oh no," Steve protested, waving his hands in front of himself as though he was trying to erase the gesture, "Not gonna happen."

"C'mon," Bucky pleaded, "Just one dance."

"I have zero rhythm," Steve scoffed, incredulous, "You should remember that, you're the one who tried to teach me!"

"I don't care," Bucky chuckled, taking a step forward.

Despite his objections, Steve didn't retreat. Even as he slipped his hand into Bucky's, however, he claimed, "You might not, but your toes will."

Leading Steve towards the dance floor, Bucky shrugged, teasing, "Give me a foot massage later. Problem solved!"

Steve didn't seem so sure. The blond worried the inside of his lower lip while his eyes darted around the room. Bucky noticed the familiar hesitancy. It had been similar to when he first taught Steve how to dance all those years ago. A lifetime ago, really. Just like when they were pre-teens Bucky gave Steve's hand a comforting squeeze and a reassuring smile.

"Just one dance?"

Bucky confirmed, "Just one dance."

Still chewing on his lower lip, Steve glanced around. His gaze landed off to the side of the room, "Perhaps we should get a drink first? To loosen up a bit?"

"Sure, Stevie," Bucky agreed, keeping his hold on Steve's hand as the pair headed over to the bar and got in the short line.

Nodding, Steve sheepishly admitted, "It might help with my nerves."

Brows furrowing, Bucky good-naturedly scoffed, "Why are you nervous?"

"I'm not nervous," Steve's voice cracked like a teenager's. Stubbornly arguing, "I never said anything about being nervous. My nerves are just... heightened."

"What's the difference?"

"Nervousness is a state of being." Steve shrugged, "Heightened nerves ride the precipice, so it could go either way."

Bucky bit back his grin as he accused, "You're so full of shit."

Chuckling, Steve half-heartedly agreed, "Maybe."

Stepping up to the bar, the pair ordered two vodka tonics. Before they could take their cocktails and go, a strong hand clapped onto each of their shoulders. Turning, the pair found their former classmate, Thor. The jolly blond ordered them each a shot and enthusiastically egged Steve and Bucky to do another round with him. Thor even roped in some of their other former classmates who were waiting to either order a drink or weren't quick enough to get away so they could drink them.

"What the hell," Bucky shrugged, taking the extra shot.

Steve pressed his lips together, fighting a smile before tapping his shot glass against Bucky's now-empty one and tossed it back like they were still those stupid teens at Brock Rumlow's house parties. Before Thor could get them another round, Steve grabbed Bucky's hand and pulled him towards the dance floor; all the while, the blond downed his vodka tonic on the way. Not wanting anything distracting him from getting his hands on Steve's impressive body, Bucky followed suit and quickly finished his cocktail as well.

Turning, Steve faced Bucky. It was awkward, at first, but it had been the same back when they were kids too. Bucky took a step forward, further entering Steve's space. The blond's cheeks were already turning rosy as he placed his hands on Bucky's waist. That was how Bucky had taught him, after all. Bucky didn't mind, he gladly ran his hands along Steve's broad shoulders.

The pair didn't move for a moment. Bucky looked at Steve expectantly which made the blond admit, "I don't think I should lead."

Playfully, Bucky rolled his eyes, and brought Steve closer to himself before getting them set to swaying to the music. Bucky took a step to the side and Steve took a step on his toes. The brunet winced, but mostly just to mess with Steve.

"That's not funny," Steve swatted at him before returning his hands to the brunet's trim waist.

"It's a little funny."

Steve simply shook his head, but there was a smile tugging at the corners of his kissable lips. Speaking of those kissable lips...

Their swaying didn't stop even though their lips were busy mingling. Steve brought one of his hands up so he could cup Bucky's face while his hands slid to the back of his head, tangling in those soft blond locks. Neither of them cared about the alcohol that still lingered on their tongues. Neither of them cared about them stumbling into each other.

When the song changed to a faster, more upbeat one, Bucky pulled back from the kiss. They kept swaying and Bucky dazedly reminded, "Just one dance."

"One more won't hurt," Steve assured, pulling Bucky back in for another kiss.

Author's note copied from Love Blooms from September 30th, 2024: I know that I haven't been very active as of late. First, it was just writer's block. Then, I was adapting "A Place to Fall". But over the past few weeks my family has really been going through it. My mom's dad aka paw paw's health has been bad. He already had COPD, but he was recently diagnosed with lung cancer. They found one large mass in one of them and a smaller mass in the other. So, mom and I traveled from Michigan (where we live) to Arkansas (where he lives) and we stayed with him and my mom's younger brother for a little over a week. It was nice to visit and alleviated some of our worries, but my mind is elsewhere. But I'm trying to get back into the swing of things and writing has always helped me distract myself from the things in my life that I can't change. Anyway, if you want, you can keep up to date with my life on instagram. I hope you're all well wherever you are Much love and appreciation Minnie ❤❤❤

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50 Years of Island Books: Roger Page (and a bit of Nancy), Part 2

In the previous installment of my interview with former Island Books owner Roger Page, we talked about how he came to own the store, and how Island Books navigated the arrival of online and big box retailers (hint: it was you who kept it going, the community and customers). In part 2, we dig into staff memories, and Roger's wife Nancy chimes in with what it was like having their kids participate in the store effort.

Miriam: Roger, can you talk about the team you had around you at Island Books during those years as an owner? What was the cast of characters like, and do you have any particular good team memories? I know I do.

Roger: It was always a good mix of booksellers...and I'm not sure how that came about. A lot of the credit should go to Lola Deane, with an assist by Phil Deane. Her vision from the beginning was for something more than a little community bookshop. She dreamed up a mid-sized, sophisticated, warm and welcoming bookstore that could serve much of the Eastside. She hired well-educated readers from amongst her friends and worked with the wider bookselling community to stay up to date with inventory and publishing trends. 

When I came across the bridge in 1984 to inquire about a gift wrapping job, I was one of the first of many to be surprised by this eclectic and first class collection of books and book lovers. Those local book lovers took pride in their store and I was lifted by their standards and expertise. That sharing of pride and expertise was the key to wave after wave of great booksellers that came through the store. In the earlier days they were from Mercer Island, people like Meb Paxson, Poo Putsch, Wendy Crawford, and Elinor MacDonald. But as I began to take more of a role in management I made a concerted effort to transition towards more full-time, career booksellers. I raised salaries, arranged for health care and bus passes, even a modest retirement fund. 

The group that slowly formed mostly in the nineties were all bright and interesting people who had chosen to work in bookstores long term. They had progressed past the casual bookselling experience and were now looking for more stability in their thirties and forties. Their commitment to the job, to each other, to the store, and to the community was strong and deep. That was the core group that worked together for 20 plus years and became a second family to Nancy and me. It was the great reward of working with the likes of Garry Jarman, Cindy Corujo, Kay Wilson, Marni Gittinger, Carol Kelly, Lori Mitchell, Nancy Shawn and so many others that made our time there so rich and stimulating. They rode the ups and downs of retail and bookselling. The Harry Potter parties, the long hours of Christmas season, the goofy publicity events, the great author readings and the terrible ones, the leaky ceiling, the power outages, the funky computers. All of it. Together. 

In the end I think we were better friends than employees and employers but that's because our relationships had outgrown defined roles. After twenty years we all knew our jobs; we all knew our favorite customers and favorite books; and we treated the lovely, lively space that Lola had envisioned so long ago as our second home populated by our second family full of characters with flaws and talents that we just adored.  I still marvel at it...and feel so lucky to have been a part.  

{At this point, I managed to lure Nancy Page into our conversation, even though Roger and Nancy’s grown kids were home and keeping her occupied. Here’s what she added--}

Nancy: One thing I can bring to this latest installment is the staff who were in the wings ready and willing too help at Christmas time, year after year, Terri Moorman, Sandy Bartow, James Crosby and the Pagelings, as Cindy coined our children, Emma and Lewis. They were all a cheery and energetic group coming to the rescue when the fried full timers needed them most, picking up slack at the shipping table, taking long and detailed phone orders with grace and wit. More than once I found Lewis up at the picture book wall pulling stacks of his old favorites for local grandmothers, several who would often ask year to year if Lewis was working. And Emma over in the YA section, convincingly handing out just the right edgy book to mystified aunts who would come back after the new year and rave about the successes. There was love and camaraderie; a heady experience for our kids.

Miriam: Those kids are pretty amazing adults these days. I can't think of a better place to grow up than in a bookstore.

To our Island Books community: In the next 50 Years of Island Books installment, I'll be talking to my old blog partner, former Island Books bookseller, and the current manager of Seattle's Madison Books, James Crossley. We'll talk about his philosophy behind buying and curating what goes on the shelves, how the blog changed the way Island Books connected to the community, and more. I hope you tune in!

—Miriam

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FIC REC: oldies but goodies

Decided to go back and re-discover some of my older favorite fics that aren’t as recent and re-read them. Maybe older fics you haven’t read yet. So here we go, In no particular order. This one includes Bucky x reader, Steve x reader, Sebastian x reader, etc. Enjoy!

This is purely a fic rec blog, always reblogging fics I enjoy. So check out more I’ve reblogged on this page. :) See my past fic recs below:

2020 fave fics // recs: one // two // three // four // five

Bucky Barnes x reader:

Howlin’ For You by @invisibleanonymousmonsters Biker!Bucky x reader

“When Y/N gets an unreal deal on her first home, she wonders why her neighbor scared away all the other buyers. Despite being cautious, she wonders why the town has given Bucky Barnes a bad name.“

Safe With Me by @bitsandbobsandstuff Bodyguard!Bucky x reader

“When an unknown threat enters your life, protection is offered at the highest level. As Bucky Barnes comes into your life, the game changes, and you realise falling for the man tasked with keeping you safe is the last thing you expected. “

Leave This Town by @avengerofyourheart​ Mechanic!Bucky x reader AU

“Your dreams of kissing your small town life goodbye are about to come true when an unexpected detour leaves you stranded. Meeting the handsome local mechanic has you rethinking your plans. Perhaps happiness is less about where you’re headed and more about the people you meet along the way.“

Spilled Wine by @sunmoonandbucky​ King!Bucky x servant!reader

“You’re nothing more than a servant who happens to warm the bed of the king.  At least, that’s what you thought you were.“

Emergency Room by @jaamesbbarnes​ Doctor!Bucky x reader

“Who would have thought that going to the ER could made a bad night turn pretty nicely?”

Just One Kiss by @sarahwroteathing​ 40s!Bucky x reader (happy ending)

“Bucky Barnes has been chasing after you since he was ten years old, but you’re determined not to give in. How long can you hold out when all he’s asking for is just one kiss?“

All That’s Best of Dark and Bright by @ursulaismymiddlename​ Bucky x reader

Sam asks his old friend if Bucky can live with her while he’s recovering. 

“Wilson had come to you as Sam, your old friend, Sam, the man you trusted, Sam, who thought more of you than you did yourself sometimes.  And he was with people he trusted that could use your help.  Damn that man for knowing you all too well, for knowing that you were a sucker for a tragic tale.“James Buchanan Barnes,” Natasha informed when the scruffy-haired man with the metal arm was ushered quickly into your living room to sit on your couch.“Bucky,” Steve corrected solemnly and you suddenly saw a war going on in the broody blue eyes of your new acquaintance.  One war or a hundred or a thousand, all because of a word that was said more like a quiet plea than a nickname.They’d barely finished telling you all they knew before you gave them your answer.“Okay.”“

A Touch of Ink & sequel Of Love and Ink by @deamstellarus​ Tattoo Artist!Single dad!Bucky x reader

“After a breakup with your ex, you decided to move to the small town where your long-time friend Sam lives, hoping for a change of pace and starting a new chapter in your life. You were prepared for a slower paced lifestyle, quaint diners, and a change of scenery. However, you didn’t expect to be swept off your feet by two stunning pairs of blue-grey eyes.“

Heart to Love by @mywritingsblog (can’t tag for some reason) Modern!Bucky x reader, fake dating AU

“You hate Bucky Barnes. He’s arrogant, full of himself, shallow and a total womanizer. But when you take him as your fake date to your family’s Christmas vacation you learn there’s a lot more to Bucky Barnes than meets the eye, a whole lot more.”

Time After Time by @justsomebucky​ Modern!Bucky x reader au

“When the reader’s parents divorce, her mother moves her to a new town, right next door to Bucky Barnes. This is their love story.”

Cafe Crema by @wonderlandmind4​ Bucky x reader

“The first time was an accident. The second time was coincidence. The third time is just unlucky. The fourth time is getting out of hand and the fifth may or may not be with intent. Otherwise known as The One Where He Spills Her Coffee.“

Bulletproof by @amandaoftherosemire​ College!Bucky x reader

“You, Steve Rogers, and Bucky Barnes have been the best of friends since middle school. On top of that, you’ve been in love with Bucky pretty much the whole time. Everything changed after the three of you got to college, however. Over the past couple of years you and Steve have become even closer but things between you and Bucky have been strained since the night he broke your heart. Can anything bring you back together?“

Espresso by @shurisneakers​ Modern!Bucky x reader

“In which your best friend’s brother begins to set you up on dates when you mention that you haven’t been in a relationship in years, but things don’t go as expected.“

Sleeping Beauty by @221bshrlocked Bucky x shapeshifter!reader

Just the adventures of Bucky and reader who turns into different animals and they very much prefer being around Bucky.

Feelings Are Fatal by @sunmoonandbucky​

Bucky x reader, past Steve x reader

“After the events of Endgame, you struggle to come to terms with what you’ve lost, though you’re learning that you still have something to gain.“

Paper Walls by @writingcroissant​ Bucky x reader

“Your apartment happens to be right next to Bucky’s, heads only separated by a paper-thin wall, leading to you witnessing every second of his nightmares. Although, bonding over your late night conversations, you seem to forget that you never even saw him before.“

Seven Thirty by @nacho-bucky-fics @nacho-bucky (for some reason it won’t let me tag the main account.) Bucky x reader 

“You were planning on a productive — if lonely — weekend, but the little girl across the hall has different ideas about how you and Bucky Barnes should be spending your time.“

Tender Surprises by @empyreanwritings​ Biker!Bucky x reader

“On Bucky’s birthday, your son has a very important question to ask him. And it may just be the greatest gift anyone has ever given him.“

Words on My Skin by @letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked Bucky x reader soulmates

"Words that have significant meaning in their soulmate’s life appear on the skin at birth & emotional bond.

Y/n had always felt a little leery about the tattoo on her wrist. She could feel her soulmate’s aversion to the 10 russian words, and was too chicken shit to translate them… When she finally does? All hell breaks loose. Life will never be the same.”

My Neighbor’s a Jerk by @jurassicbarnes​ Modern!Bucky x reader

“there’s this mutual feeling between you and your neighbor, called hate. and since your first meet you both commence that feeling with a burning passion. you don’t know the reason behind his hate but you know for damn sure that he will never tell you. but what happens on the first day of your job, when you find out that you even work together? maybe you will learn to co-operate?

“𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒅𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒎𝒆?” “𝒊 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖.”“

Flour Girl by @avengerofyourheart​ Modern!Bucky x reader, Baker AU

“Discovering the cute guy you just flirted with is the heir of a rival bakery, you suddenly find yourself running into him all over the city. Can your small boutique bakery compete? And how do you deal with the guy who seems determined to make your life a living hell? Luckily you’re distracted by a secret admirer…But who is he? (Inspired by “You’ve Got Mail”, Enemies to Lovers)“

The Witness by @wkemeup​ Detective!Bucky x reader

“Owner of a bar full of criminals, maybe you shouldn’t be surprised when you’re the sole witness to a hydra hit. In comes Detective Barnes, the quick-witted, flirtatious cop who somehow became a regular at your misfit bar. When he takes it upon himself to ensure your safety off the books, you learn to rely on someone else for a change and find you don’t mind it at all. Not when it’s him.“

Sparks by @sunriserose1023​ Bucky x doctor!reader, Enemies to Lovers AU

Sparks fly between the Avenger’s team doctor and Bucky, except they seemingly don’t get along.

South Hills by @beccaanne814​ Southern/Cowboy!Bucky x reader

“You have been in love with Bucky your entire life, but he still sees you as the kid his friend used to babysit.  When you finally get him to notice you, will you be able to convince him that you’re the only woman for him?“

Catch Me by @buckyywiththegoodhair​ Bucky x reader

“In which a bet leads Bucky to have to catch you every day for a week, no matter what.”

Keeping Score by @all1e23​ Bucky x reader, fake dating au

“After hearing you begging Steve to pretend to be your fake boyfriend to keep your family off your back, Bucky quickly jumps at the chance to play your boyfriend even though you’re a hundred percent sure he hates you. What could possibly go wrong?”

365 Days by @abovethesmokestacks​ Bucky x reader, soulmate AU

“you all know how it is, the one constant in this hellish life: you have a soulmate. no idea who it is, no clues whatsoever, only 25 years to find them. in 364 days, my time’s up. it sounds like a lot, but so does 25 years, and look where that got me. so, for better or for worse, i’ll try. i’ve got twelve months to find whoever my soul is knit together with.”

Love or Hate by @justsomebucky​ Modern!Bucky x reader, enemies to lovers au

“When the reader’s shot at a better life is stolen from her, she continues to see the person responsible all over town. Will she learn that there’s a fine line between love and hate?”

Wrong Number by @jaamesbbarnes​ Bucky x reader

“When calling people for a living turns out being your favorite thing in the world.”

Mark Yes or No by @teamcap4bucky​ Bucky x reader

“Sometimes you find the most comfort in the people you barely know, because it’s there where you’ll find the least judgment.“

Bloody Roses by @the--sad--hatter​ Bucky x reader

“What you thought was a trapped squirrel turned out to be a super soldier in need. It’s not every day an Avenger turns up in your garden; in serious need of help, but you deal with it as best as you can.“

Not Happening by @notimetoblog​ Modern!Bucky x reader, enemies to lovers au

“An online dating site clearly makes a mistake when it matches you with the one person you cannot stand.”

I Hate Everybody by @morsmordre-writes​ College!Bucky x reader, social media au

“After spending the summer getting over your high school sweetheart, it’s time for new beginnings. What else is college for?“

On, Off, Repeat by @avasparks​ Bucky x reader

“It’s been 247 days since Bucky came back home. It’s been a good 300 days since he last felt remotely human. He came back from his last tour not only battered and bruised, but down one arm, and a nice big hole in his head causing brain damage.It’s been 247 days since Bucky left his apartment.“

Say It by @sgtjbuccky​ Bucky x reader

“In where you loved Bucky unconditionally, enough to sacrifice your life for his happiness, now Bucky tries to save yours.“

Steve Rogers x reader:

Slow Like Honey by @heli0s-writes​ Single Dad!Steve x teacher!reader AU “The gossip that buzzes around in the teacher’s lounge is that sweet, sensitive, divorcé Steve Rogers is hot-for-teacher. His daughter’s first-grade teacher, to be exact.”

Missed Connections by @i-am-a-closet-fanfic-fiend​ College!Steve x reader

“The reader sees the same guy almost everywhere on campus. Despite her friends encouraging, she is too shy to talk to him, but will that all change when there’s a post on the school’s missed connections page?“

Twenty-Twenty by @brooklyns-boys​​ (story on Google Drive link) Steve x blind!reader

Post Endgame Steve is retired, filling his time walking the streets of NYC reacquainting himself with Brooklyn. He stumbles upon an old bookstore and takes a liking to the woman behind the counter. 

Sebastian Stan x reader:

Great Chemistry by @thedevilwearsvibranium​ Sebastian x actress!reader

“After years of auditions and small acting jobs, you finally get picked to play the female lead in a major spy movie: Rogue Agency. Suddenly you find out that the actor playing the male lead and love interest is none other than Sebastian Stan himself. Throughout the story you go through the motions of filming a movie and come to find out that you and Seb have great chemistry. Do you take the leap and let yourself fall in love with your costar?”

[trashywormeateroffics]

The right universe.

Summary: After Y/N's life turns upside down, she's full of grief. Somehow, one day, she manages to travel to the MCU, where she meets her favorite characters, including a certain god who seems willing to establish a friendship with her. Suddenly she's enwrapped in this new world, where everything she loved in a screen is now reality. How will she react? Will she be able to deal with the ghosts that haunt her? Or will she let them consume her? Will she be open to accept the love she is offered? Read to find out!

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Category: F/M.

Relationships: Loki/reader.

Characters: Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Vision (Marvel), Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Stephen Strange, Nick Fury, Maria Hill, Bruce Banner, Thor (Marvel), Clint Barton, Steve Rogers, Peter Parker, other minor appearances of other characters but these are the main ones, Pepper Potts, Loki (Marvel).

Additional tags: Loki/reader - Freeform, Avenger Loki (Marvel), Loki & Tony Stark Friendship, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Smut, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Fluffyfest, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Pining a lot because we love to suffer, Domestic Avengers, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Tony Stark is a parental figure, Natasha Romanov Is a Good Bro, Everyone is a good bro, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, y/n, After Infinity War but no one died and the purple bitch was defeated, Missions, Y/N is a universe traveller, Grief, Therapy, Protective Loki (Marvel), Loki in love.

MASTERLIST OF THE STORY

Chapter 15: Things that shouldn't be said.

Y/N woke up to the sounds of the birds and the river and found herself sitting between Loki's legs, his arms around her and her back against his chest. She turned her head and looked up at his sleeping face. The back of his head was against the tree, and from that angle his jawline looked as sharp as a kitchen knife. She sighed and admired him for a bit. It had been a while since they met, a few months, but she felt like she had known him all her life. Yes, she knew him before she knew him, but it was different. It was different to see him on a screen and dream about him, knowing deep down that he was just a fictional character, than to have him there in the flesh. She tended to forget the times when she was a fan of his, only remembering when he teased her about it. He was just Loki, her best friend Loki. Did she just call him her best friend?

“You are staring,” he said, his eyes still closed. Y/N blushed.

“I am not.” He slowly opened his eyes, without letting go of her.

“No?” He asked. “Then why are you blushing?”

“Ugh, shut up.” She told him, trying to get up, but he held onto her waist tighter.

“Good morning.” He said in a raspy voice. God, it was the sexiest thing she had ever heard.

“Good morning Lokes.” She smiled and fixed a loose hair that was falling on his face behind his ear. He stilled for a moment because of the gesture, unnoticeable to anyone but him. They stared at each other's eyes, feeling like the other was reading their soul, for a while. For someone watching from the outside, it must have looked weird, but they liked those moments of intimacy, of closeness.

Y/N cleared her throat.

“We should head back, they're probably worried about us not coming back last night.”

“They must be worried about you. As for me, they probably suspect I kidnapped you.”

“Little do they know, it was the other way around.” She said playfully, winking.

“I came here willingly,” he retorted.

“Only because I charmed you, Your Highness.” He let out a laugh.

“I can not be charmed by a mortal.”

“Yet you already have been.” He looked at her, smiling softly.

“That I have.”

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“Where the hell were you?!” Tony shouted the question as soon as she put a foot in the living area. Y/N looked at him, wide-eyed.

“I was… in the woods.” As she was finishing her sentence Loki came out of the elevator and stood beside her.

“What were you doing in the woods alone with him?” He asked in confusion and anger.

“I wanted to show him something. A place...” Y/N hated being yelled at, she could take anything mostly, but someone yelling at her, especially Tony, paralyzed her.

“Tony.” Steve said, noticing Y/N's state. Tony seemed to snap out of his angry daze and looked apologetically at the terrified girl in front of him. He sighed.

“I'm sorry kid, I was worried. You can't leave and not let anyone know. Especially not with him.” Y/N's fear quickly turned into anger.

“Oh so if I had disappeared with Peter you would have been calm?”

“More calm than if you were with him? Yes!” He raised his voice on the last word.

“He's my friend Tony!” She equaled his tone.

“Don't say that.” Iron man said, sternly.

“No, you can't tell me what to say and who my friends are.” Y/N said, firmly. “He is my friend, whether you like it or not.”

“He's still the man who tried to take over New York a few years ago! He's insane!” He told her, yelling now.

“What is happening here?” Thor entered the room alarmed and saw an angry Tony, an equally as angry Y/N, and a worried soldier and god.

“He's not!” She answered, her voice loud as well.

Loki noticed that the conversation was not going to end well, so he put a hand on Y/N's shoulder to calm her down. But Stark saw it and was about to push it away from her when she grabbed it and twisted it.

“Don't touch him.” No one had ever heard Y/N so angry. Her voice was low, venomous and threatening.

“Or what?” He asked.

“Do you really want to know Stark?” She responded, preparing her magic around her hands, but Thor got in the middle of the two.

“Lady Y/N, it is not wise to do this. And very unlike you.”

“See? She's met him, for what? Four months ago and now she has anger issues!” Tony said. “And let's not forget about how childish she is acting.”

“You are talking to me about childishness? Please,” she laughed.

“Yes, I am talking to you about childishness. You left the whole night without letting anyone know and now you come here and instead of building a case for yourself, you destroy it to defend the war criminal who-”

“Stark,” Thor said, warningly.

“No, let him finish his monologue.” Loki spoke this time. He had his arms crossed in front of his chest, an unbothered expression on his face being threatened by the stress on Y/N's one.

“No,” she told him, softly and he turned to her. “You don't have to go through that.” His eyes softened.

“Oh, but I have to go through nightmares almost every night from his attack? Is that what you're saying? I didn't think you were this selfish…” The billionaire said.

“No!” she choked out. “That's not what I-”

“Maybe it was a bad idea to let you join the team.” Everything went silent. Y/N felt as if the world was moving in slow motion. He didn't want her there. He had gotten to know her, and the first time she showed anger he didn't want her anymore. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she didn't spill them. Not in front of them; so she ran to the stairs, unable to wait for the elevator and locked herself in her room, where she broke down, but not before running into Nat and Bucky who were entering the living area and were too shocked at her state to be able to stop her.

“What the hell just happened?” The supersoldier asked when she was gone.

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“Why did you tell her that?” Nat asked, angry.

“I got upset, it just came out. I didn't mean it!” Tony answered.

“You shouldn't have even thought about it.” Steve said, serious.

“She doesn't know that you didn't mean it, since she can't read your mind.” She sighed. “God, Tony, you have to be careful with what you say, especially to her!”

“Why especially?” The billionaire asked, confused. Loki rolled his eyes. After Y/N left and Natasha and the Metal Armed Man entered he didn't know what to do, so he stayed there, listening, and, if necessary, telling the spy to go check on her, since he didn't know if she'd want him there. After all, the fight happened because of him.

“Stark,” Thor said. “Lady Y/N is very kind and very brave, yet one is blind if they do not see her fear.”

“Fear of what?”

“Of us, of everything.” Bucky said. He didn't know what Y/N had gone through, but he knew the look on her face all too well to not recognize it.

“We don't know what she went through in the other world, but she's no stranger to pain, you can see it in her eyes.” The spy said, making everyone silent. Loki got up and left.

In his room, he paced from one side to the other, thinking of Y/N, of what Natasha said, of the implications of Stark's phrase. He knew Y/N had been hurt by people in her past, but he did not know how and he did not know who; but it was not important now, since he had already ruined everything with her. She probably did not want to speak to him ever again, and he would understand, but it would break his heart. A heart he doubted sometimes he had, until he met her.

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Someone knocked on the door. Y/N didn't answer but they entered anyway. It was Nat, and after entering, she sat herself on her bed.

“Hey ˈzajkə,” she said. “How are you feeling?”

“Great!” Her friend said, sarcastically.

“Y/N/N.” Their code. She knew what she was doing. Y/N sighed.

“Bad, Tasha, he…” she started to get choked up and the redhead grabbed her hand. “He is someone I…” A tear escaped her eye, and then another one, and another one, and soon enough, she was a puddle of tears.

“It's okay,” Nat said, rubbing her back.

“It's not, he said he doesn't want me here.” Her eyes went wide. “Is he going to kick me out?” She asked, terrified.

“What?! No!” The spy told her, flabbergasted. “He would never do that, he adores you Y/N.”

“But what if he changed his mind? What if he doesn't adore me anymore?” She asked, still scared.

“That's not possible. Family doesn't just change its mind.”

“My family tended to change their minds a lot.” She said in a low voice.

“We are not them. We don't leave anyone. We won't leave you, ever.” Y/N took a deep breath and blew her nose before speaking.

“Thank you Natty,” she said and the redhead just dried her tears with her thumbs and smiled softly at her. “I love you.”

“I love you too Y/N/N.” She told her. “Now, where is Loki? Is he hiding in the bathroom or did he leave already?”

“What are you talking about? Loki never came here,” Y/N paused. “Could you do me a favor?” She asked, and her friend looked at her with a questioning look.

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[lexiasmind]

The Compromise. I

PAIRING.

Dark!CEO!Steve Rogers x Reader.

SUMMARY.

Wealthy CEO, Steve Rogers is a businessman before everything. All he ever wanted is to be the best, richest and smartest, owning all the finest companies. His priority: be better in affairs than his father.

But when a huge opportunity is offered to him, Steve would do anything in his power to seize it. And he’s ready to make a sweet and dangerous deal with you. Even though you are not willing to make a compromise with him.

A/N.

Political Relationship/Marriage? AU. Dark AU.

This is DARK. ANGST (i’m sorry) & SMUT (explicit sexual content) +18. Breeding Kink - sort of... Non-Con & Dub-Con. Mentions of Political Marriage. Mentions of Relationship/Marriage of Convenience. Swearing.

Here it is. One of my favorite story. Hopefully you will enjoyed it too. As always, thank you very much for reading! Don’t hesitate to leave your thoughts, comments, and feedback. (sorry for the layout at then, bugs from Tumblr)

A lots of Love! Lex!xxx

P.S: Gif is not mine, credits to the owner and maker.

WORDS.2942ish.

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Being the assistant of the wealthy, arrogant, sexy Steve Rogers has its perks. Your income was very high so you could buy anything you ever wanted. You could use his name anytime you wished to impress your relatives, or friends when they were visiting you for booking the best tables in the greatest and luxurious restaurants in Manhattan. And, one of the greatest benefits of them all was that you could have the best sex you ever had with this gorgeous man. It was one of his “arrangements“ with you. Every once in a while, Steve Rogers, solemn and clever, needed a release from his stressful business life. He was the one who decided the when and where without any confirmation on your part. He just scheduled the meeting in your daily calendar like it was one of his business luncheon. And you showed up.

That’s why, on this Saturday evening you were, naked, sweaty, and panting hard under his muscular chest. Steve was thrusting into you, again and again, hitting the soft delicious spot inside your pussy. You clenched his thick cock once, biting your lips watching him grunted.

“ Baby! “ Steve moaned, still moving above you. He descended one hand caressing your skin stopping between your thighs. The blond man started to stroke your clit with his fingers, urgently. “ Come for me. ” He whispered his red mouth still wet from your previous orgasm. “ Come all around me.“

The bed was creaking with your movement in his darkroom. You were pressed into the mattress, feeling your climax coming once again deep inside your core. Steve pushed harder inside of you, feeling you were almost there. You grazed his smooth back with your nails arching your back as you reached your peak, deliciously hot and blissful. You whimpered, squeezing him hard. Steve swore under his breath, putting his head into the crook of your neck, he came in a low and deep groan, his hips jerking at each spasm, his cock throbbing inside of you. You breathed hard under him, softly kissing his shoulder. Your eyelids were heavy from tiredness but you felt euphoric. His hot breath was fanning your neck, his sweaty chest was against your naked breast. Steve swallowed as he braced himself from you, one hand next to your head the other stroking softly your clit making you shiver. He took himself out, looking at you, he frowned, concentrating.

“ Did you send the fiscal papers to the Financial Department? “ He asked a bit out of breath. His head was clear and turned into business mode.  

You nodded once. You didn't know how after all of the sex, he could still think about work.

“ And did you send the e-mail to Stark? The one with the new numbers? “ He continued his voice hoarse.

You nodded again, confused. Because his voice was CEOish but his hand on your stomach was gentle.

“ Good. “ Steve replied.

He licked his lips humming his approval as he tasted your sweet juice on his tongue. He smirked seeing your eyes darkened from the sight closely watching him, but he pushed his body away from you and get up on the steady ground of his bedroom’s floor. He started to walked toward his bathroom, naked like the day he was born.

“ Monday I have a meeting with Wilson & Barnes, don’t forget to buy the beverage, Miss Smith. “ He informed you, his back, turned to you. You could saw the long scratch of your nails on his skin.  

You sighed, watching him closed the door of the bathroom. It was back to Miss Smith again. It wasn’t your last name, but Steve Rogers wasn’t the greatest of the boss. And if he used this name it meant that your night together was over and it was the time for you to go home. It was your deal between the two of you since you started to work at Rogers Inc. You were the best assistant ever, he was a jerk and arrogant boss, and sometimes the two of you will meet, preferably in his apartment, and had sex. Just wild and sensual sex, with no feeling and attachment. For him for sure. But for you, it was difficult each day to fool you that you haven’t any feelings, for him. You were lost, one part of you liked the tender man, he was sometimes. And another part of you was scared of how harsh, brutal, and dark he could be when he wanted something.

°°°

“ I heard Rumlow is on the market again, trying to buy Stark Industries. “ James Buchanan Barnes stated, smiling behind his hand, watching his best friend getting angrier at the information. “ Even though he filed for bankruptcy last year, the word in the street is that a private investor gave him the money to buy one of the biggest companies in the world.” “ I don’t believe this lie, Buck’. “ Steve told him completely annoyed that his oldest rival/enemy was back in the game. “ I am the one who will buy Stark’s company. Tony trusts me. “ He continued, turning his chair back to the men to watch the biggest and tallest skyscrapers of New York City through the huge windows of his office. “ The only thing Tony trusts, my man, “ Sam smiled, raising himself from the white couch buttoning his jacket. “ Is money. “ He finally revealed, pointing at the glass door at his associate, he left the room a grin on his lips.

It was barely 10 a.m and Steve Rogers was already mad. The week had just begun.

“ Contact your father, Steve. I’m sure he will have a solution.“ Bucky raised himself from his seat his eyes following Sam leaning against the main desk in the waiting area. The dark-haired man sighed frowning at his colleague who was currently flirting with Steve’s assistant. The CEO couldn’t see them but he could hear them giggling in the lobby. His irritation was going up reaching a new level of anger. “ My father will blackmail me or worse bully me into something I don’t want to, for me to get the money. ” Steve replied without turning his back from the beautiful skyline of the city. “ Yes. “ Bucky admitted walking toward the door. “ But, in the end, you would possess the most important industrial firm in the world. “ He explained, his eyes watching the head of his friend, over his shoulder. He shook his head, before leaving the office closing the door behind him.

Steve knew that Bucky was right. He had to ask his father for the money or he could say goodbye to one of his biggest dream for his career: merging Stark company with his own. He turned around, turning his computer on to make a deal with the devil. Without turning his head from the screen, Steve hit one button on his telephone.

“ Miss Smith, I need you for a moment. “ He talks directly to the interphone set on the device and pushed his finger away.

You entered the office, less than a minute later. A pen and a notepad in your hand already ready to write his orders. He didn’t acknowledge you, still taping on the flat and white keyboard. A couple of minutes later, Steve finished his e-mail. He pressed send then he raised himself from his chair, tucking his tie and buttoning his expensive jacket. He walked around his desk finally looking at you. You had waited for him for the exactitude of two minutes and thirty seconds, but it wasn’t the first time he was a complete asshole to you. It won’t be the last time either.

" Follow me to the Financial Department, I need to know the exact numbers we could pull out for Stark Industries. " He informed you, still walking. " What ordered do I make to the kitchen for your lunch, sir? " You asked, nodding but also preparing your pen to write his answer. " Nothing. I’m going out for lunch and will remain out for the most part of this afternoon too.” He informed you, as he stopped in front of your frame. “Cancelled my appointments.”

You paused for a nanosecond at the new information settle in before putting your pen and small notepad in your skirt pocket. Steve was about to walk around you but he suddenly took your wrist into a firm grip in his hand. His eyes were darker and full of promising threats. You gasped surprised by his sudden movement. And then you felt it, the burning feeling from his tight hold, you winced under his angry face. He pulled on your wrist making you collided into his chest, with his other hand he raised your head, one finger under your chin. Your eyes met his cold blue one.

" It’s the first and last time I hear you flirting with one of my friends, sweetheart. Do you understand? " He asked his voice grave and low, his lips barely moving.

You nodded biting your lips under his glare. Steve leaned his mouth to yours, put a simple kiss on your lips. One. Tender. Then, he released you from his grip, stepping beside you to open the door. You let a quiet gasp escape your lips as you stroked the tender flesh of your wrist.

" Let’s go, Miss Smith, we haven’t all day. " He cried out without turning around, striding into the lobby toward the elevator.

Confused you followed him, tears in your eyes. You paused next to him, waiting for the elevator. Discomfort growing inside your chore.

" Miss Smith, you will do a quick reckon on Mr. Brock Rumlow while I’m away. I need to know everything. From the professors he had in preschool to the girls he's currently banging. " Steve commanded you as the metal doors open up in front of you. " Yes, sir. " You sniffed, quickly wiping away a tear from your cheek taking your small notepad and pen from your pocket you took notes.

Steve step inside. You followed him but pushed yourself at the back in one of the four corners, putting as much distance as possible between the two of you, making yourself small. The elevator closed the doors and start his descent to the floors below. Steve turned around his back to you. " Stop crying, baby. You know how much it makes me hard. " Steve said to you, his voice low. He took his phone from inside his jacket and started scrolling "And, I don’t have the time to fuck you, right now. “

With a trembling hand, you wiped away the remaining tears on your skin. You bite your lips your sighted set on his long fingers tapping the screen. Sometimes Steve Rogers could be much worse than a simple asshole. He could be frightening.

°°°

It  turned out to be a horrible and awful Monday as the day goes on and on. Steve was angry at everything. Pushing the bag, harder with his fists, he didn’t hear you walk into the gym room of the building. The night had felt in New York City, and almost every employee had returned home. Except you. You couldn’t leave until he did. Steve was wearing his sports clothes, a white t-shirt with sweat pants. His forehead and face were coated in sweat. He had returned to the office two hours ago without telling you anything. He just took his gym bag and went straight to this room. The space was large and clear with numerous sports machines. You leaned your side against the wall, a big folder in your hands.

Finally, Steve stopped hitting the punching ball. Panting, he put his hair away from his eyes.

" Did you finished what I asked you about Rumlow? " Steve asked, starting to take away the white bandage from his hand.                                                        " Yes. " You answered, clearing your voice. " I searched and classified every single information I could find on him. " You waved the folder to him. " From birth to present day. "

But Steve didn’t look at you. His thought turned on what his father had told him over their lunch earlier. “ Find a sweet wife, and makes an heir. I don’t want to see my name tainted and ending with you. “ Sweet words. His father was the worst but he had accepted to give him enough money to gather with what his financial team could bring from his company. It would be more than enough to beat Brock and buy Stark Industries but he still had to look for a wife and make a damn baby. He wasn’t the romantic kind of guy. Steve didn’t believe in love and all the other bullshit the media was brainwashing the world with. He loved sex and was pretty damn good at it. But what drove him was to grow his business and be the best. To be better than his father. And he was one step away from it and nobody or anyone will stop him.

" That’s great, Miss Smith. " He nodded taking the last bit of the bandage from his left hand before taking off the bandage from the right one. " Will you marry me, Y/N? " Steve asked not once raising his head from his fingers.

You froze feeling that you haven’t heard him well. You frowned taken aback by the words that came out of his mouth. You didn’t know if you should be more shocked at him for using your real name in three years or by his proposal. You swallowed hard waiting for him to laugh at you. And announced that all of it was a joke. A bad joke. Steve finally turned his blue sight toward you, raising an eyebrow, waiting for a reply.

" Well? " He asked impatiently, finishing with his bandage.                                    " Oh, you are serious! " You exclaimed your mouth wide open, and almost dropping the huge folder on the floor.                                                                                         " Of course, I’m serious. " Steve replied annoyed throwing his stuff in his large sports bag.

Surprise, you dropped your gaze on the ground. Marriage? Marriage was such a big thing, celebrating and vowing in front of your friends and family to love each other for the rest of your life until death comes to break us apart. For you, it was something to do when you were in love but it wasn’t what Steve had in mind.

" You are great at your job, sexy and I like to have sex with you. " He enumerated looking at you and putting his hands on his hips. " I’m not taking no for an answer. So when we should get married, the sooner the better. " He continued his face dead serious looking at you.

You were so confused and baffled by all this, looking at him like a second head had grown on his neck. What the fuck was happening? You shook your head, making a step back to the door. He was insane. Seeing you moving back, Steve took two long strides to reach you before you could escape from him. Extracting the folder from your hold, he threw it across the gym room, papers flying around felt on the ground. Steve put his hands on both of your cheeks. He raised your head pulling it closer to his own. Scared, you look at his eyes. The word dangerous flashing around your mind.

" I told you, I won’t take no for answer. " He murmured his lips brushing yours. "When we will get married I will offer you everything that you desire. I’m filthy rich it’s almost indecent, sweetheart. You will have everything and more." He explained to you stroking your cheek, his dark eyes looking at your teary and fearful one. " A house, cars, clothes anything you want. All I asked in return is a couple of kids. " Steve whispered low against your lips. He brushed his hard-on in his pants against your lower stomach emphasizing his thought. " It will be your kids, I will send them to the best schools, they will have everything they want." He dry-humped your stomach, wiping a few tears on your cheeks with his thumbs, excited watching you frightened. 

Steve was certainly insane selling this dream life to you. You needed to think alone, away from his pushy behavior. Closing your eyes, you tried to shrink away from his grasps but he was holding you tightly. You opened your eyes more tears falling on your cheeks, scared you shook your head once again.

" I-I… " You stuttered, choking a sob as you watched him smirked in front of you.                                                                                                                                     " I told you, baby. I won’t take no for an answer. " He said quietly and pressed a kiss on your lips. He took one of your trembling hands from your side, pulled on it, and guided it inside his sweat pants and underwear. You gasped breaking away from him. You felt his hand forcing yours to pump his thick cock in his clothing. " I already told you, seeing you cried makes me horny, baby. " He mumbled in a low voice. " Horny and hard, just for you. " Steve reminded you, groaning at your touch.

He put his forehead against yours, feeling your hand all around him. He guided you to stroke him as he liked you too. You whimpered sobbing, not knowing what to do. Watching the tears falling on your cheeks, his cock throbbed inside of both of your hands. He darkly smiled at you before putting his lips on yours, pushing his tongue inside your mouth.

You will be his perfect little wife.

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Two. Thee. Four. Five.

[midnightswithdearkatytspb]

VelvetCardiganBucky’s Recommendations 2021: Week 12 & 13 | March 14th – March 27th

Welcome to weeks 12 & 13 of my recommendations, if you would like to be featured on a future list, I follow the hashtag #VelvetCardiganBucky, message me, tag me in your future works, or reblog this post and link to your story, one-shot, Masterlist, writing challenge, etc.

Be aware some if not most stories and writers on this list are meant to be consumed by an audience of those 18+. My blog is also an 18+ blog.

✨Page breaks are made @firefly-graphics✨

«Last Week

Week 14»

My Masterlist

My Fic Rec List of Mafia/Mob Bucky/Sebastian & Steve/Chris/Andy

Stuff I Posted This Week:

Steve + Bey = 4Ever » Steve Rogers and Bey carved places in each other’s hearts, that no one else could ever replace.

I Hear A Symphony » Bucky Barnes x Mutant!Reader — Reader plays an important song to her for Bucky.

—Formerly The Winter Soldier » “I’m no longer the winter soldier, my name is James Bucky Barnes & you're part of my effort to make amends.”

Lee Bodecker

(Mini) Series:

*Give In by @not-a-great-writer » soft!dark!Lee Bodecker x shy!Reader — She didn’t think she was anything special. So when the intimidating Sheriff takes an interest in her, she can’t help but feel a little unsettled. Her boring life is about to get a little interesting. | This story has to be one of my all time series I’ve ever read, and I know I will weep when it’s over. The chapters are decently sized, you have angst, fluff and smut. I couldn’t ask for more, it’s simply a masterpiece.

Deadbeat Pt. 9 by @the-witty-pen-name » Lee Bodecker x F!Reader — You work at the bar at the edge of town, the Sheriff is going through a divorce and needs to rent a room. | Cole thank you for feeding my current Lee Bodecker obsession after I watched The Devil All The Time, for the time. This story is good and I love soft!Lee, and one where no one dies. At least I hope no one dies...

SamBucky

One-Shots:

Loving You Is Cherry Pie by @river-soul » Sam Wilson x Reader x Bucky Barnes — When Sam Wilson, one of your regulars at the cafe finally asks you out, you’re ecstatic until he tells you he wants his friend to join. When you meet Bucky, you decide it might be worth your while after all. [Allusions to stalking, exhibitionism and explicit sex, 18+] | There is just not enough SamBuck stories out there and we have @river-soul to thank for feeding our love for the boys and giving us some good smut, especially to tide us over till Friday.

Nothing Good Happens After 2 AM by @callmeluna » Sam Wilson x Reader x Bucky Barnes — You are admittedly a handful when you’ve had a few drinks in you. Luckily, your partners Sam and Bucky are more than up for the challenge… maybe. | If you are looking for something to make you laugh, might I suggest reading this? The whole time as I read this I couldn’t get the huge smile off my face, it was that good.

Bucky Barnes

Drabbles:

Matching by @heli0s-writes » Bucky Barnes x Reader — Reader and Bucky are “matchy matchy,” with their belly button rings. | This is adorable as well as very funny.

One-Shots:

Smooth Criminal by @bestofbucky » Bucky Barnes x Reader — Based on a dream @velvetcardiganbucky had. You’re parents told you to never give rides to strangers, but when you notice Bucky Barnes trying to break into your car, you know some strangers aren’t so bad. | Jenny did my dream justice! I honestly couldn’t have asked for anything better.

Don’t Over Do It by @whisperlullaby » Bucky Barnes x Reader — Your boyfriend is an asshole. Bucky reminds you that you are perfect the way you are. | I can’t describe this anyway other than perfect, that I wish I had a Bucky like this there for me. Trust me you’ll love the ending.

Coming Home to You by @angrythingstarlight » Biker!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Your Biker boyfriend is finally home and he’s going to show you how much he missed you. With every inch he has. And you’re going to remember how much he loves you. | It’s not very often you read something that has an alternate ending and when you do you find yourself loving both endings. Both endings are hot, the smut is great, again who couldn’t love Biker!Bucky?

Won’t Let You Go by @kind-of-crazy-butthatsokay » Mob!Bucky Barnes x OFC!Kori — Kori met Bucky in one of his clubs, out to get shit-faced with a couple of friends to forget about her worries and maybe take home a guy to further rid herself of her numerous frustrations. Little did she know that the one-night stand with Bucky would turn into so much more than that. | Thank you so much for entering my writing challenge, it means so much. This one-shot is so good, it hit me right the feels and left me falling in love with Kori and Bucky.

Show Me How To Ride by @angrythingstarlight » Beefy Biker!Bucky Barnes x Reader — You’ve been keeping a secret from your biker boyfriend. He is going to get the information out of you one way or the other. | It’s hot and it makes you realize just how much you realize just how much you love Biker!Bucky.

Bubble Baths by @floatingpetals » Bucky Barnes x Reader (Modern AU) — Even your boyfriend Bucky, needs to wind down at the end of a stressful with a bubble bath, but he doesn’t want to do it alone. | Okay, so my summary of this sucks but let me just say this is fluffy and smutty all at once. I wish I had Bucky to take a bubbly bath with.

Bad Boy!Bucky Barnes x Shy!Reader by @gagmebucky — in which there’s nowhere to sit and bucky offers his lap—then, subsequently, his cock. (bad boy!bucky x shy!reader, dirty talk, exhibitionism and voyeurism, cockwarming, unprotected sex.) | *chugs water* yeah is it a little hot in here? I probably would have failed class if Bucky had been in my class along with Steve, I wouldn’t have known who to stare at, forget learning the material.

**Greater Good by @fuel-joy » Bucky Barnes x Reader — There is a cure for the zombie outbreak but is it worth the cost. | Grab your tissues, because you are going to need them. Thanks darling for entering my writing challenge and making me feel so many feels with this one.

(Mini) Series:

A Tender Heart ♥️ Pt. 2 by @river-soul » Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader — You’ve been sweet on Bucky since you started working at the compound six months ago. Normally quiet and mild mannered, an unexpired fight with a coworker brings Bucky into your orbit. [A/B/O dynamics, brief mention of bullying and fluff] | If anyone can pull at your heartstrings it’s @river-soul making the beginning of this series look so promising and I can’t wait to see where it goes.

Run To You 🪙 Pt. 10 🪙 Pt. 11 🪙 Pt. 12 by @bestofbucky » Mob!Bucky Barnes x Bodyguard!Reader — Mob boss Bucky Barnes hires you to be his bodyguard. | Jenny left me at the edge of my seat, making this such an amazing story, I always look forward to her updates, and so sad that there is only 1 chapter left.

Better than Working sequel to This by @angrythingstarlight » Beefy Biker!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Beefy Biker Bucky shows you all the benefits of working from home. In fact what he has for you is so much better than work. | Sometimes you just need to read something hot to lift your spirits, let this do that.

Stucky

One-Shots:

*Tell Me What You Want by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Steve Rogers x Reader; Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Your mob boyfriend, is none other than Steve Rogers and he is willing to get you whatever you wanted, all you have to do is ask. And be careful what you ask for because he’s going to give it to you over and over again. | This is so hot that I highly recommend not reading this anywhere out in public. The smut in this is just *chefs kiss*

(Mini) Series:

Miracle Pt. 2 🥀 Pt. 1 by @heavenhatesme » Soft!Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader; Soft!Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader — When infertility threatens mankind with extinction and there hasn’t been a baby for almost 18 years, what happens when two certain super soldiers fall for the same woman and accidentally impregnate her? | It’s not tagged as dark, sorry to the writer I tagged it that please forgive me? But I just want to tell everyone heed the tags. I do look forward to reading what happens next. The smut in this is great!

Invisible Ink by @navybrat817 » Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader; Bucky Barnes x Reader x Steve Rogers — The owners of the Howling Commandos Tattoo Parlor want to make you their best girl. | I love the idea of tattoo’d Bucky and Steve, but that's because I have a weakness for tattoo’s. So this series is just right up my alley, and the start of it is so good that I know it’s good to be a great one!

Steve Rogers

Drabbles:

Chocolate Milk & Dino Nuggets by @nony-bear » Steve Rogers x Reader — Daddy Steve helps make his little girl feel better after a long week. DDLG THEMES | Had me wishing I had a Steve to make me Dino nuggets after a long day at work. It’s precious folks.

Prompt 4K Drabble Challenge by @sweeterthanthis » Steve Rogers x Reader — “Show me how deep you can take it.” | You’re going to need an ice cold bath after this one.

One-Shots:

A Cruel Tide by @writerwrites » Nomad!Steve Rogers x Reader — A lost hero thinks she needs saving, but this divorcée’s needs were different, fleeting, and then full of attachment. Can they overcome the burdens on their shoulders and keep their word? | Sometimes you want to wrap the reader and Steve in a blanket and protect them while enjoying the smut. This gave me that and more.

Untitled Request by @navybrat817 » Steve Rogers x Reader — Sending Steve a naughty photo while he’s in a meeting leads to punishment that will remind you to never do it again, right? | Hi, I’m just going to drench myself in ice cold water. ✌🏻

(Mini) Series:

*Control Pt. 3 🔐 Pt. 1 🔐 Pt. 2 by @river-soul » dark!Steve Rogers x Reader — When a probationary agent asks you out on a date you learn Steve’s intentions for you have evolved. He doesn’t take kindly to someone touching what’s his. [Noncon, physical violence (biting), grooming behavior and explicit sex, 18+] | Definitely one of my favorite series to read on Tumblr so far, you know it’s dark, and the smut is great. I always look forward to the updates on this one.

*Lipstick and Crayons 🖍 Ch. 4 by @oneoftheprettynerds » Dark Mob!Steve Rogers x Reader — Steve can’t ever repay you for what you did. After meeting you, Steve believes his broken family is the missing piece in the puzzle of your own wrecked one. Indebting the crime lord to you has been the biggest mistake of your life, cause now you can’t get rid of him, no matter what. Loyalty and favours go a long way in the mob. | This story always gets my heart a racing and leaves you with questions as to what is going to happen next. I truly love it and Soft!Dad while being Angry!Mob boss Steve all at the same time, this story just has it all for me.

This Is My Unbecoming by @river-soul » Werewolf!Steve Rogers x Witch!Reader — When the Hydra pack graduates from turning humans to swell their ranks to kidnapping and murdering witches to consolidate power, Steve knows he needs to strike. He makes a deal with a powerful coven leader for a witch of his own in exchange for destroying the rogue pack. [Magical realism, biting, blood, slightly dubious consent and explicit sex, 18+] | Okay this is so good and I would like to thank the teenage mind of @river-soul for creating this! Like seriously thank you. I look forward to reading more!

It’s been a long, long time ☕️ Ch.1 by @mostly-marvel-musings » Steve Rogers x Reader — Steve Rogers – a man who has lost too much finds himself blending into the crowd in attempts to forget his past but revisits familiar places and spends days sketching his heart out. A rainy evening leads him to find shelter in your coffee shop. Is having meaningful conversations over endless cups of coffee with a stranger the key to unlocking a heart that’s lost the will to love? | The prologue tore my heart out, it truly did but the first chapter just puts the pieces back together. I really love this and I’m honestly looking forward to reading what happens next. I can’t thank you enough for entering my writing challenge!

*Not A Team Part: 1 by @shedobewritingalittle » Steve Rogers x Reader — The Reader tries to live a normal life, but her memories won’t leave her alone. Rhodey comes to visit the reader with a proposition. | There aren't a lot of stories out there that have walk on parts with Rhodey in it and I didn’t know how much I missed out on having him in stories till I read this. This was just so well written and the characterization of Rhodey was perfect, how Peyton got the emotions written across, it’s perfect. Read this and have some tissues on hand. I will always love it.

Andy Barber

One-Shots:

Closing Arguments by @river-soul » Andy Barber x Reader — Andy and you are going out for the first time since your daughter’s birth. Anxious about leaving her behind Andy does his best to make you feel better. [Fluff with explicit sex (f recieving), 18+] | So fluffy and sweet!

Keep the Heat by @ozarkthedog » Andy Barber x Reader — Andy fucks you in the coat. | Semi-Short and the smut is oh so good.

(Mini) Series:

Homebound 🏡 Ch. 1 by @fuel-joy » Dark!Andy Barber x Reader — You witness your neighbor kill his wife. You try to gather evidence all from the comfort of your home. | Prepare to be at the edge of your seat with this one, it’s just that good.

One Night by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor » Dark!Andy Barber x Reader — One night changes your entire life. | This is dark and exciting, with tons of angst in it. I love a real good dark!Andy fic and this is it.

Chris Evans

One-Shots:

Mirrors by @cherrychris » Chris Evans x Reader — “wanna know what i see? me owning you and this sweet little pussy” | Sometimes you read things that just blow your mind and this was one of those things.

*Work Party by @harrylovex » Chris Evans x Reader — you get drunk at a work party and chris looks after you… | This is really adorable and probably one of my favorite fluffy Chris Evans one-shots I’ve ever read.

Misc.

One-Shots:

An Act of Kindness by @stargazingfangirl18 » Jake Jensen x Female!Reader — A simple act of kindness seals your fate. | I would like to simply start of by saying that this was my first Jake Jensen fanfiction in years, or maybe my first one, and all I could was where have I been hiding from him? So good and glad I read this and so will you!

*Come Back Safe by @celestialbarnes » Sam Wilson x Reader — based on tfatws, you find out sam’s leaving for a mission, afraid to lose the man you love, you confront him, and he promises you to come back. | So fluffy you’ll want to cuddle it under a blanket fort and wish under a thousand starry night skies for it to come true.

(Mini) Series:

Fiery Friends Pt. 3 🔥 Pt. 4 by @wanderinglunarnights » Johnny Storm x OFC!Sophia Jones — Johnny invites his best friend Sophia to stay with him in his penthouse during quarantine. | I really like this story, because I find myself mentally rooting for Sophia and Johnny, also going you go girl. Looking forward to what is next for this duo.

Ensnared Pt. 2 🔗 Pt. 1 by @stargazingfangirl18 » Ransom Drysdale x Female!Reader; minor Robert Pronge (Mr. Freezy) x Reader — Robert preps you for the handoff to the smooth talking stranger who bought you, but before he lets you go, he wants to have a little fun first. | So good and hot. Honestly I look forward to hopefully finding out what happens between the reader and Ransom.

Made With Love by @ayybtch » Wanda Maximoff x f!Reader + Friends to Lovers — Wanda is an excellent cook but a terrible baker. A rough day leads her to the bakery in the Avengers compound where she meets you, the lead baker. After a dismal attempt at making chocolate chip cookies, you volunteer to help Wanda learn how to bake. Your friendship grows stronger with each successful recipe until the two of you stumble into something even sweeter than baked goods. | This story will constantly have you smiling, sure it’s only 3 chapters so far, but I started off reading it in a bad mood but by the 3rd chapter I was just so sappy and happy. I can’t wait for more!

Without Me by CuttingMyFingersOff » Legolas x OFC!Braigeth — Braigeth was an elf who has nothing but memories of Legolas to help her survive being imprisoned in the walls of Orthanc. That is, until she is able to escape and reunite with him. | I’ve been invested in this since my friend came forward to me with the idea for this story and now that it’s being written, I couldn’t be more excited to read it. I need more Lord of the Rings in my life if I’m being honest.

Forever and Ever More by @syntheticavenger » Dark Alpha!Ransom Drysdale x Omega!Reader — Ransom Drysdale may be Boston’s most eligible Alpha but he has his eyes set on you. With his inheritance hanging in the balance, he won’t take no for an answer, whether you like him or not. | Prepared to go on a Hawaiian EMOTIONAL roller coaster with this story, there are so many times in this story you find yourself picking your jaw up off the floor. I’ve linked you to chapter 9, which has all the previous chapters, listed.

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@bluemusickid in celebration of 700 followers is hosting a Holi Celebration Writing Challenge, that is due April 30th, but extension can be given. Any Marvel or MCU characters can be used in addition to Chris Evans and his characters. The theme is Holi and its colors, for better explanation visit the link provided.

@whisperlullaby in celebration of 700 followers is hosting a 700 Followers Challenge, your entries will be due May 5th. The theme is kinks, no RPF, DDLG/MMLG, bathroom related , incest, or under age kinks. This is MCU characters, Sebastian Stan, and Chris Evans characters x OFC or Reader. For more information visit the link provided. Congrats Becca on the 700 followers you deserve it hun!

@stargazingfangirl18 in celebration of 5K followers is hosting a Soft Dark Writing Challenge, which is due May 31st. Don’t let the name fool you, your writing can be soft, dark, or soft!dark, or headcanons about any Chris character. 500 word minimum with no max, but new or be read as a stand alone piece. For more information visit the link provided and be sure to congratulate Siri on her 5K milestone!

@cloudystevie in celebration of 4K followers is hosting a Mob!AU Writing Challenge, that is due on May 30th. You can use Chris Evans and any of his characters he’s played before, as well as make it NSFW or SFW. To learn more about it please visit the link below. Also congratulations Jasmeen on the 4K followers! 💗

[thedamageofherdays]

This week's (16-08-2021 - 22-08-2021) reading log is here. This week's reading log is super duper long and filled with lots of good things (my apologies for the long post, I really could not find a good spot to do a read more). I discovered some new favourites and re-read some old favourites and while I had an intense week personally at least the fics I read were absolutely phenomenal. I do recommend checking out the warnings as some fics are a bit heavier/angstier and you might wanna be prepared. Most of these fics are Stucky but there are a couple of other ships in between.

If you are looking for more fun and/or good things make sure to check out the @marveldisabilitycelebration as well to see all the awesome art, fics, meta, etcetera people created! And while I am mentioning events I am a mod for let me also just quickly mention that sign-ups for the @stuckygiftexchange are still open until the end of the month <3

Favourites are marked with a 🌻 Fics that are only available to AO3 users are marked with a 🔒 and Tumblr fics are marked with a 🍀

🌻 The Bends by dreamsinthewitchouse @dreamsinthewitchouse [Danbeau, side Stucky, 2k words, Teen]

Memory is not a house you can just walk back into after finding the key you thought you’d lost. It’s a thing you wade into and out of, rewriting it as it rewrites you.

It’s not without its rewards, either - recovering a memory about Maria and Monica, about her life, feels better than socking a thousand bad guys in the face, better than all the photon blasts in the world.

Then again, realising there’s still memories she can’t access, even after all this time, feels like drowning in space.

Not the one out there - the one inside her.

🌻 Sweet & Salty by musette22 @musette22 [Stucky, 3k words, Teen]

Idiots in love. That's it. That's the fic.

When life gives you lemons by moonythejedi394 @moonythejedi394 [Stucky, 34k words, Explicit] (11/15 chapters)

Or 13 Terrible Things to Do With Lemons Other Than Making Lemonade

Steve Rogers is a home health nurse. He works for an agency, which assigned him to the aging Winifred Barnes, the one and only Silent Era Hollywood darling. As her needs increased, she requested the agency assign Steve to her full-time. She could pay for it, so she got it. Steve then moved in with her, becoming her caregiver; he cooked, he cleaned, he managed her medications, he made sure she was comfortable.

Winifred's children treated him less than ideally. He was the help, after all. And then Steve had the audacity to go and turn out to be eldest son James Barnes's soulmate. No one saw that coming.

🍀 SamRhodey Tumblr Fic by ipoiledi [SamRhodey, ? words, Teen?]

“Wilson, this is Rhodey; Rhodey, Wilson,” Tony Stark says, and suddenly some six foot tall sexy guy is shoved right in front of Sam, and they both stumble a little, bumping into each other. This is a crowded party. “You guys have things in common, right?” Stark asks. “Uh, Army stuff. Talk about that. I hate wallflowers; stop wallflowering and talk to each other.”

Shorteralls by moonythejedi394 [Stucky, 6k words, Explicit]

The first time Bucky ever saw Steve Rogers, he was struck by how Neanderthal-like his response was. It was immediately followed by a bout of mental scolding. The second time was just about the same. The third time, it was actually appropriate for Bucky to start a conversation with him, at which point he was determined to be the gentleman.

No such luck. Steve Rogers is, always has been and always will be, a relentless flirt. These days, Bucky's Neanderthal-ist feelings about Steve are consensual and highly appreciated. More so now that they're having a baby.

what the fuck are perfect places anyway by tigerlilycorinne [Stucky, 6k words, Teen]

Steve clears his throat and stands. “Well, I should head in. I might want to begin packing.”

Bucky stills. “You won’t,” he says, trying to sound commanding. It only comes out uncertain. “Don’t.”

Steve shakes his head. “Maybe not tonight,” he says, and Bucky knows they’ll be discussing this again soon.

“Then stay. Play… play cards with me or something.”

Steve’s eyebrows jump up, his mouth tugging up in another of his bemused smiles that do things to Bucky’s insides, but he drops his hand from the doorway and steps back into Bucky’s room. Somehow, Bucky feels as if he’s won—not the war, just the battle.

Steve won’t stay forever. But he’ll stay for cards.

Steve and Bucky, on the run after Civil War (with a few alterations to canon), are laying low in Wakanda. But they can’t stay there forever.

🌻 honestly thought i’d be dead by now, but what you can trust is that i need your touch by moonythejedi394 [Stucky, 105k words, Explicit]

Bucky is 37 years old; he’s unmarried, hasn’t had a Sub of his own, is definitely not ripped, comfortable at his job as an Advanced Practice RN at Brooklyn General ER, and just got his Five Years coin from AA.

Steve is 26 years old; he’s unmarried, his last and only Dom has Alzheimer's, he's worryingly muscular, uncomfortable in his job as the government’s poster Alpha for masculinity and strength, and worries more than he should about his BMI.

Unfortunately, Steve and Bucky meet initially in a not-cute moment. Bucky’s tired as shit thanks to the sudden alien invasion that shook New York and Steve is tired as shit because he hasn’t slept more than 20 minutes at a time in – well, since 1936, probably. Bucky’s Alpha instincts get irritated at the sudden presence of another "Alpha" into his territory and Steve’s suppressed submissive tendencies latch onto this grumpy bachelor Alpha and he only suppresses it further.

Bucky’s grumpiness and Steve’s duckling impressionism aside, both of them are a mess. But since both of them are a mess? Their messes seem to fit pretty well together.

Deep Sea Diving by Aida Ronan [Stucky, 5k words, Explicit]

Steve's wallowing in heat-related misery under a shade tree in Central Park when a man walks by in bright red booty shorts and a crop top. RIP Steve Rogers. It was nice knowing you.

honey, make this easy by steebadore [Stucky, 8k words, Explicit]

Bucky likes the way he looks. His silk button up with the tiny gold polka dots feels soft on his skin and is tailored perfectly; no pulling at his chest or belly. His hair falls in shiny dark waves and his skin is smooth and dewy. He looks expensive. He looks taken care of. He looks like Steve’s.

🌻 let's take it back to the start by howdoyousleep @howdoyousleep3 [Stucky, 6k words, Teen]

How it all began.

This sleepwalking through my life. by barthelme [Stucky, 1k words, Explicit]

The internet is an interesting place and when Bucky came home (or, when he came to live with Steve), Steve did a lot of research. Apparently, it’s not safe to wake a sleepwalker. He assumes that waking a sleepwalker with traumatic dreams and PTSD is beyond just being frowned upon.

And he tells himself--has told himself--that this is safer for Bucky. That if he were to stop him and wake him up, that Bucky would be mortified to be slurping on his best friend’s cock. That all of the improvements he’s made would be lost, would be repressed, would be just--

They’d be back at square one.

So he lets Bucky do it.

🌻 the way i've been craving by howdoyousleep [Stucky, 3k words, Explicit]

"Lunch break at 12:30. My office. Hope you’re hungry…"

It’s the ellipsis that sends Bucky’s insides swimming warmly, his heart beating twice as fast against his ribs where he sits in class. Senator Rogers is concise, direct, to the point. Without an ellipsis this is lunch, this is a meeting. With it though?

This is a booty call.

nasty but classy by howdoyousleep [Stucky, 4k words, Explicit]

“No, you don’t have to know the purpose, that doesn’t matter. Nat showed me this challenge where couples drink a lot of wine and get drunk together but they can’t touch each other. And whoever touches the other first has to...has to give the other head.”

🌻 Put It on Repeat, It Stays the Same by giselleslash [Stucky, 20k words, Explicit]

Steve and Bucky have a one night stand that turns into a friends with benefits situation. A weekend snowed in at Bucky’s apartment brings to light how much that really doesn’t suit either one of them.

Greetings to the New Brunette by victoria_p (musesfool) [Stucky, 10k words, General]

"You said he should have a hobby. That it would help."

"I meant, like, knitting or coin collecting. Motocross, if he was feeling antsy. A baby's not a hobby. It's lifetime commitment."

🌻 Rogers & Barnes: Partners by triedunture [Stucky, 10k words, Teen]

Steve and Bucky have to pose as a couple for a mission. Nat insists it really is the only option. She's checked.

The complication: unbeknownst to even Natasha, Steve and Bucky's friendship has been rocky ever since Bucky confessed his tender feelings and Steve left him out in the cold. Can asexual, completely-in-love-with-his-angry-best-friend Steve complete the mission and win Bucky's heart?

(The answer is yes. Yay!)

this will be our year (took a long time to come) by biblionerd07 [Stucky, 4k words, General]

Bucky's therapist is worried he's using Steve as a crutch and wants him to try going on outings without Steve. It wouldn't be terrible, honestly, if Bucky could just manage to open his mouth and say something to Steve.

I'll hold my breath by Little_Lottie (tfwatson) [Stucky, 8k words, Mature]

Sometimes Bucky’s hands flex in Steve's direction. Neither of them knows exactly why, but at least one of them has a hunch.

Bucky touches everything but Steve, even though Steve is all he really wants to touch.

Start from the Beginning by Mumble_Bee [Stucky, 13k words, Explicit]

What about a sex pollen fic where the pollen-ed one doesn’t remember getting hit in the face with a sex flower, and wakes up midway through the depollenating?

Or: the one where Steve wakes up on his back with a stranger buried balls-deep in his ass.

Match by emphasisonem [Stucky, 4k words, Mature]

The situation’s actually kind of funny from the right perspective, Bucky thinks as he reads the message for what feels like the hundredth time. He’s finally matched with a hot, funny guy. Tall and broad and clean cut. An absolutely breathtaking smile. Bucky’s walking wet dream. And he’s good. They haven’t messaged on the app, but Bucky already knows him.

He knows him because Steve Rogers is an art history professor at his university. His art history professor.

Best friends and married since childhood by StuckySituation [Stucky, 1k words, General]

Inspired by @/peterssquill's post in tumblr: "bucky and steve got married on the playground when they were like eight and though neither of them would ever admit it to anyone, even each other, they still consider it official"

~♥~ ♥~ ♥~

“Natasha, stop trying to set me up with every woman you meet, I’m-”

“Too shy? Too scared?”

“No, I’m-”

“Too busy? You’re mostly retired these days, not a good excuse anymore.” Natasha smirks and then drawls: “Or just too gay?”

Steve flushes at that, even if isn’t true -- he’s bisexual, not gay. “Let it go, Nat, I’m not looking for anything. I’m already married, for fuck’s sake.”

Clearly not what she expected. “What.”

Steve grimaces. He didn’t mean to tell anyone that, ever.

“Sorry, can’t talk about it right now!” he says and jumps out of the plane.

Nobody Should Be Alone on a Holiday by emphasisonem [Stucky, 2k words, Teen]

“So, um-” Bucky begins speaking again, pulling Steve from his less-than-work-appropriate thoughts. The brunet has shoved his hands into the pockets of his dark slacks, and he’s shifting from one foot to the other as he smiles shyly. “I have a question for you.”

“Shoot,” Steve grins, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms over his broad chest. Bucky swallows deeply as one of his hands comes up to pull at the collar of his button-up, and Steve can’t help following the motion of his Adam’s apple.

“I was, uh-” Bucky continues- “That is, I heard you don’t have Thanksgiving plans?”

In which Bucky finds out that Steve's going to be alone on Thanksgiving and invites his coworker to spend the holiday with him.

🌻 It's Been A Long Season Through by thiccbuckybarnes @thiccbuckybarnesfic [Stucky, 49k words, Explicit]

Bucky Barnes is in desperate need of a change in scenery, which is why he makes the foolhardy decision to quit his job, leave his asshole of a fiance, pack up his life, and move to his grandfather’s old farm all within a single day.

He expects confusion, hardship, and maybe even failure. But love? He wasn’t expecting that.

--

Or, a Stucky Stardew Valley AU that nobody but me wanted and that’s ok.

oh, peach pit, where'd the hours go? by thiccbuckybarnes [Stucky, 10k words, Explicit]

Can't see the forest for the trees.

--

Or, Steve learns that just because he and Bucky got their happily ever after, it doesn’t mean the past won’t come back to bite them.

I'll find my way by rainbow_nerds [Stucky, 725 words, Teen]

Steve had watched Bucky fall, and nothing had been the same since.

AU-gust day 19: Daemons

special delivery by glim @glim [Stucky, 6k words, Teen]

It's not that Steve's bad at taking care of himself when he gets sick; he just wishes he didn't have to all the time.

At least he can order most of what he needs online. That's some small comfort, that he can have soup and ice cream and everything else brought to his door.

at first chance i'd take the bed warmed by the body by spacebuck @spacebuck [Stucky, 8k words, Explicit]

This close, Steve can see exactly how beautiful his hands are. He’s never really noticed before, or at least he’s never really had a reason to notice, but the man’s hands are large, tanned like he works outside all day. There’s an endearing callus on the heel of one of his palms, and Steve can’t quite work out when calluses became endearing.

Steve pauses the video. Swallows hard. Casts his eyes around for anything that’ll keep his mind off the hands on his screen, off the words inked into those hands, the delicate shape of a bird’s wing, the curling edge of a vine.

He looks down. The name of the channel is right there, blaring the man’s name right into Steve’s brain until it feels like he’s known it all along.

Bucky Barnes.

OR: the one where Bucky's a youtuber who solves puzzles on camera, and steve's smitten and horny

🌻 Rock On! by millesable @marvelousescapism [Clintasha, 700 words, General]

“Hey, Romanoff!”

He lifted his hand, index finger and pinky finger raised, thumb out, all other fingers tucked. Their secret sign; their confession for the world to see, safe in the knowledge that the world wasn’t listening.

“Rock on!”

🌻 You Like the Way I Look by dontcallmebree @iamthe-wo-manwhocan [Stucky, 2k words, Explicit]

Bucky sidles up to him, hand boldly coming to rest on his chest. “What about you, big guy? Care for a dance?” Steve watches Bucky’s eyes twinkle with satisfaction, somehow already knowing he’s got Steve on the hook.

A decade out of the ice, Steve Rogers returns to New York. Reeling from a battle against the Chitauri, a night with the troublesome Bucky Barnes might be just what he needs.

Join the Rebellion by rainbow_nerds [Stucky, 765 words, Teen]

Bucky knew he shouldn't be out after curfew, but he couldn't resist the urge. He didn’t know where he was going, but he knew it was where he wanted to be.

AU-gust day 20: Dystopia

🔒 Five Days in December by mywingsareonwheels @mywingsareonwheels [Evanstan, 4k words, Teen]

“Shit shit shit shit...” muttered Chris to himself, glad that the sound of piped Christmas carols was drowning out his swearing amid the picture books. Most of the store was heaving even though it was Sunday, he’d been recognised at least three times, finding presents for all of his nieces and nephews was proving far more of a headache than expected, and he’d just sent a pile of copies of "Strictly No Elephants" tumbling off the bookshelf.

He scrambled about trying to pick them all up, and then dropped them again as someone bumped right into his backside. He lost his balance, caught himself against a bookcase, and a landslide of "Carter Is a Painter’s Cat" joined "Strictly No Elephants" on the floor. He yelped.

“Ah fuck, I’m so sorry… Chris!”

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London, December 2021. Amid cats, books, and the cold English drizzle, Chris finds everything he was hoping for and thought he would never have.

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Reaching for Fire by dixons_mama @dixons-mama [Stucky, 7k words, Explicit]

Bucky has always felt a fire in his heart (and other body parts) when it came to his boss, Steve Rogers, but he's made sure to never feed those flames. When he finds out about Steve's second job, though, he's tempted to let that fire out.

i've been dreaming of a face like yours by thiccbuckybarnes [Stucky, 3k words, Explicit]

Bucky is about to busy himself with making a small dinner for himself when he stops in his tracks at the figure drinking a cup of coffee in the kitchen, leaning against the counter and smirking at him.

It’s Steve.

“Surprise, sweet boy,” he says before setting his cup down.

--

Or, PWP reunion sex

🌻 Somewhere, Under Your Skin by thiccbuckybarnes [Stucky, 16k words, Explicit]

Bucky Barnes treats himself to a one-night stand after having a very bad no good day.

The sex is good--great, even. Might be the best sex of his life.

But Bucky wouldn’t have slept with the guy if he had known that he was going to continuously run into him every day for the next fucking month.

--

Or, a Big Grump Bucky has a hot one night stand with a college kid who is popping up everywhere in his everyday life and he doesn’t know how to deal with it.

(Written for HYBB Bingo Square: Grumpy Bucky)

i've played heartstrings before but not in your key by thiccbuckybarnes [Stucky, 11k words, Explicit]

He glances down, seeing a folded couple of papers, before peering up at Bucky. The older man is biting his bottom lip, making it pretty and red. Steve wants to run his tongue across where his teeth are digging into his flesh.

"What's this?" Steve asks, setting his phone down, emails forgotten. Bucky shrugs and looks away.

"I dunno. You tell me, genius," he says, sounding bratty enough that it makes Steve's dick twitch in his pants. Jesus, there has to be something wrong with him.

Steve glances once more at Bucky, who now has his arms crossed against his chest and is pointedly not looking at Steve, before picking up the stack of folded papers. He opens them, seeing a collection of maybe five or six sheets of paper. His eyes immediately land on the list of familiar words with negative next to each one. -- Or, Steve Rogers is a jealous, possessive little shit that wants nothing more than to mark up his boyfriend and stake his claim. And Bucky knows it. (And he likes it.)

🌻 I'm Home (With You) by BonkyBornes @padfoot-and-the-marauders [Stucky, 2k words, General]

In any other circumstance, the apartment would've been perfect. But it was today, and the fact that he was here meant he wasn’t out searching. He knew they hadn’t had any leads for weeks and he knew Natasha was right; all three of them were exhausted and a break would do them good. It just felt wrong to Steve that he was comfortable while Bucky was still out there—somewhere. Probably cold. Probably hungry.

The knock came again. Sighing, Steve unwrapped his hand from the dog tags and remembered how to move. Cold wind and snow greeted him when he opened the door. The solitary figure was walking down the steps, collar popped against the chill.

“Did you need something?” he called.

The person stopped. They were still. And then they turned. *

Or, the Christmas Steve deserved after Winter Soldier.

The portrait by rainbow_nerds [Stucky, 915 words, General]

Steve Rogers has a Gift. He can help people find their soulmates, all he needs is some art supplies, a quiet place, and eye contact.

AU-gust day 21: soulmates

Maybe A Muse by buckybarnesdeservestobehappy [Stucky, 2k words, Mature]

When Bucky Barnes needs extra money, he’s appalled that his best friends think he should become a model for the art department on campus. Shy, nerdy, and socially awkward, he’s not sure that’s something he feels comfortable doing. Still, he needs money, and he likes the idea of becoming someone’s muse. The problem is he had no idea two things would happen. First, one of the students in the class is exactly his type; second, he has to model nude.

[badassbuchanan]

Be Mine?

REQUEST: Could you write something where the reader has never had a valentines so bucky goes all out to celebrate valentines day with her? Like she just feels so loved at the end of it? Thank you💖

Warnings: smut; unprotected sex, fluff, hand job, pussy rubbing, romantic 

Word Count: 4884

A/N: I’m sorry, I tried but romance isn’t my strong suit - anyway, happy V day!

I tossed my hand carelessly through my freshly washed hair, trying to make it look somewhat decent as I made my way through the compound. “Meet me by the elevator at six.” That’s what Bucky’s text had said yesterday, and that was the first I’d heard from him since our conversation earlier in the week. 

“If you don’t get a better offer by valentines day, we should just do something together.” Bucky suggested as he absentmindedly scrunched up his nose. We’d been chatting over a pot of tea in the kitchen after listening to all of our friends’ special plans for the upcoming romantic holiday. “Otherwise we’ll be the only two in the compound without a date.”

“I don’t really do valentines dates.” I shrugged matter-of-factly, my heart sinking as I felt a soft blush of pink cover my cheeks. Dates in general had always been a touchy subject with me, but especially valentines day dates. I’d never had one. Ever. In my life. And it was embarrassing for me to admit. 

My comment didn’t get past the clever brain of the Winter Soldier, a soft frown of curiosity appearing on his chiseled face as he lifted his mug to his lips. “What do you mean, you don’t do valentines dates?” He emphasised the word ‘do’, blowing gently on the hot beverage before taking a sip. 

His eyes were fixed on me, patiently awaiting my response as I felt my heartbeat speed up. “I just don’t.” I shrugged innocently under his stare, noticing the little frown lines which appeared on his forehead as he processed my answer. 

“You think Y/N’s ever met a guy good enough to take her out on the most romantic day of the year?” Sam’s voice immediately had Bucky’s eyes rolling, turning his head to the side to watch the chuckling avenger stroll into the room. “You’re dreaming, cyborg. Even I wouldn’t try.” 

“It’s not that!” I jumped to my own defence, not wanting Bucky to think that was the reason I’d turned him down, because it wasn’t. Bucky and I had been great friends ever since he’d arrived from Wakanda, we felt somewhat connected by the commonality of the enjoyable silence and peacefulness of being alone. Something which people like Sam would never understand. “I’ve just never had a date for valentines.”

Bucky was a selfless guy and I knew he’d only offered to spend his valentines day with me out of kindness. He was an extremely handsome super soldier with a charming personality and a heart of gold. He’d be able to get a valentines date with a beautiful girl with a blink of his eye. 

“I guess I’ve never really felt strongly enough about anyone in that way.” I elaborated vaguely, looking between Bucky who was giving Sam a fed up look and Sam, who had grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and was happily leaving the room with a chuckle, knowing he’d done his job of winding Bucky up.

“It doesn't have to be a date.” Bucky pressed his lips together in a small smile, his voice softening as he looked over at me, his steel blue eyes shining bright. “We can just hang out like we usually do.” 

I smiled over at him sweetly, thankful for his understanding nature. “Okay, sounds good.” I let out a soft chuckle as his smile widened at my answer, taking another sip of his drink as his heart skipped a beat. 

I arrived at the meeting point right on time, deciding to wear a pair of distressed denim shorts with a floral top tucked into them after much deliberation. I was nervous. I didn’t know why, I’d hung out with Bucky hundreds of times before. But it was this damn day putting so much pressure on something as simple as two friends hanging out. 

The compound was particularly quiet where the rest of the team had already left for their dates. The silence only made the loud beating of my heart more evident. Bucky still hadn’t shown up. He’d probably found himself a proper date for tonight and forgot to tell me. 

“Hey F.R.I.D.A.Y, has Bucky left the compound recently?” I asked softly, fiddling with my hair as I prepared for a lonely night of movies. 

“No, Miss Y/N. Sergeant Barnes is currently in the south living room.” The AI answered immediately, the response surprisingly me as I raised my eyebrows. The south living room was an extravagantly decorated room of the compound, hardly ever used other than for special occasions and honourable guest visits. 

“Thank you, F.R.I.D.A.Y.” I spoke as I pressed the button for the elevator, my nerves calming a little as I tried to guess Bucky’s reasoning for being in that particular room. I stepped in the elevator, feeling the metal contraption move between floors. So maybe he hadn’t blown off our date - correction, ‘hang out’. Maybe he’d just forgotten where he’d arranged to meet me.

I stepped out of the elevator and wandered down the darkness of the hall, only illuminated by the soft light coming from the living area. I dragged my fingers along the cream coloured wall absentmindedly, the quiet sound of a song playing made me tilt my head questioningly. “Bucky!” I called out as I neared the entrance to where the AI had informed me of Bucky’s whereabouts. 

My breath got caught in my lungs as I turned into the doorway, my body completely still as I widened my eyes in shock.

“Bucky, what’s all this?” I whispered softly, my heartbeat speeding up as I looked in at the busy super soldier standing in front of me. 

“Crap, is it six already?” Bucky mumbled to himself as he rushed to light the candle in his hand, placing it carefully on the coffee table. He looked up at me with an innocent smile as he shoved the lighter into his back pocket.

He was standing near the roaring fireplace, the floor almost fully engulfed in rose petals. He’d strategically placed candles and flowers on the mantlepiece and the coffee table, a rug thrown down of the floor with pillows and a bottle of champagne ready for us to indulge. 

“Y/N, please don’t be mad.” Bucky begged as he saw the stunned look on my face. I tried to process what was going on, why he’d put all this effort in, but instead, I just stood there speechless. “I know you said you didn't want this to be a date but I just-”  “Bucky, it’s beautiful.” I spoke with eyes full of tears, my hands shaking slightly as I stepped further into the room. I’d only ever seen such a romantic gesture in movies, I’d never in a million years expected that one day it would happen to me. 

Bucky watched intensely as I walked towards him, his eyes softening into a smile as he realised I wasn’t upset with him. He sighed out in relief, holding his hand out to tug me close to him as I continued to admire the gorgeous set up he’d put together.

“You said you’d never had a date for valentines day,” He spoke deeply, shaking his leg nervously as his eyes stayed glued on me. His hand kept hold of mine as I looked up at him, attentively listening to his words. “Well neither have I.”

“Are you telling me that Sergeant James Buchnanan Barnes, even back in the roaring forties, never had a valentine?” I gasped in a playful tone, although I truthfully was surprised to hear his confession. Bucky was a catch, I would’ve thought he’d have been spoilt for choice back in his youth.

He rolled his eyes with a chuckle, reciprocating my gaze as his fingers absentmindedly massaged my palm. “Well at least I didn’t say I’d never had a date because I’d never found anyone good enough!” He raised his eyebrows accusingly, his lips falling into a sassy pout. 

“That was Wilson!” I reminded Bucky with a tilt of my head, a small smile playing on my lips as his gorgeous eyes bored into mine. I felt myself get carried away in the moment, tugging him slightly closer as I admired him.

“I made us some chocolate covered strawberries.” He mumbled shyly, a proud smile on his face as his eyes flickered down to my lips absentmindedly. 

“You really thought of everything, didn’t you?” I sighed out contently, walking passed him to sit down on the rug. I crossed my legs and looked up at Bucky who followed my lead, sitting down on the soft material next to me. 

I watched carefully as he leaned over to grab the flute glasses in his metal hand, his other grabbing the bottle which he sat between his thick thighs. Bucky’s arms tensed as he pulled the cork out with a pop, the soft music still playing in the background filled the silence. 

My heart fluttered as I gazed over admiringly, my fingers fiddling nervously with the blanket beneath us. Bucky’s brows furrowed as he focused on pouring the liquid into the glasses without it spilling over the top. 

I smiled maybe a little too widely, catching Bucky’s attention as he looked over at me innocently. “What?” He chuckled with a charming smile, placing the bottle down carefully away from where we sat. 

“Nothing,” I smiled back at him, too lost in the bliss of the moment to stop and think things through. I could feel myself falling for him, fast. The vulnerability of it worried me, but Bucky made feel safe. “You just get these cute little lines here when you frown.” I spoke sweetly, lifting my hand to touch between his brows delicately. 

Bucky smiled as he watched me, entertained by the mesmerised look on my face. “I think you’re the only person in the world that thinks frown lines are cute.” He chuckled softly, leaning over to hand me a glass of champagne. 

“I don't think frown lines in general are cute.” I corrected him, rolling my eyes with a cock of my eyebrow, our fingers brushing slightly as I took the glass from his hand. 

“Oh, so you just think they’re cute on me?” He smirked teasingly, watching my face blush pink as he caught me out. He lifted his glass to his lips, sitting closer to me now from where he’d handed me the glass of champagne. 

“Gosh, you really love making me blush, don’t you Barnes?” I sighed with a shy smile, sipping the fizzy alcohol as I watched Bucky’s smile widen. His eyes travelled up and down my body as I shuffled to sit with my legs sideways, leaning on my hand which moved me closer to him. 

“Hey, can I tell you a secret?” Bucky’s voice dropped to a serious tone as his heart started beating a little harder. I detected a slight hesitation from him as he coughed shyly, his eyes glued on mine. 

“Mmh hmm.” I nodded sweetly, my eyes softening as I tilted my head to the side, my finger circling around the rim of the glass as I anticipated his confession. 

“When I originally suggested we do something for valentines,” He looked down at his lap nervously, a small smile of his lips as he thought carefully about his words. “I wanted to ask you, you know, not just because we were going to be the only two people without a date.” 

Butterflies fluttered in my tummy as I shyly looked down into my lap, trying to hide the smile that had appeared on my face. “What was the real reason?” I asked curiously, my voice softening to match his. 

“Well, because I think you’re the greatest girl in the whole world.” He answered deeply, his eyes flicking up to my face just for a moment as he smiled at how happy I looked. “You’re beautiful, smart, generous, accepting, funny.” 

“Is this just another way of you getting me to blush again?” I cut him off, teasing him accusingly with a raise of my eyebrows. It broke the tension, Bucky scoffing softly as he took another sip of champagne. 

“No, that time was an accident.” His ocean blue eyes caught mine as he responded, both of our hearts beating a little faster than usual at the new depths of our relationship we were exploring. 

“You could’ve asked me, you know.” I spoke as I watched Bucky lean over to grab the chocolate covered strawberries he’d made from the table. He looked back at me as the plate lifted into his hand, waiting for me to clarify. “On a date. I would’ve said yes.”

“You would have?” Bucky’s eyes softened as he sat back down, strategically sitting so close that our arms brushed together. He offered me a strawberry after throwing one into his mouth, placing the plate and our champagne flutes safely on the marble base of the fireplace.

“Of course,” I nodded quickly as I ate the chocolate covered fruit, catching any of the excess juice with my tongue. “Bucky, you’re the most loving, kind, handsome, brave, loyal guy I’ve ever met.” 

Bucky held his breath as he listened to me speak, the both of us feeling so loved in a world of so much pain. “You’re not scared of me?” His voice cracked slightly as he furrowed his brows into a frown.

I confirmed my answer with a shake of my head, my heart aching a little at the thought of him worrying about people being scared of him. 

“I could never be scared of you.” I admitted softly as an intense moment started to build between us, which neither of us were able to control.

I felt the tension between us boil over, noticing Bucky’s eyes dropp to my lips as I instinctively leaned closer to him. I let my hot breath linger on him for a moment before I pressed our lips together. 

Bucky’s metal hand immediately rose to cup my cheek, keeping me close as he kissed me back, the taste of strawberries on our lips. I felt butterflies in my tummy as his stubble scratched against my skin, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. 

I sighed out in satisfaction of his mouth on me, his kisses sweet and gentle as I pressed my palm flat against his solid chest. I felt his pecs move with the rhythm of his breathing, my cheeks flushing a light shade of pink as I felt myself wanting more from him.

He was touching me with such delicacy, as if he was scared he would break me. I shuffled forward as Bucky breathed into the kiss, his hand snaking around to grab the back of my head. He pulled me against his lips harder as my hand slid up to hold the side of his neck.

I parted my lips encouragingly, mimicking his action by tugging him closer by my hand on his neck. Bucky grunted softly into the kiss which was becoming needier with every second. 

I whimpered into the kiss, our heads tilting as our lips collided. My palm held onto his strong jaw, his stubble scratching my hand as his metal fingers ran down the side of my body.

I sat up a little straighter which leaned me further into Bucky, the palm of his hand supporting me at my waist. I hummed contently between kisses, Bucky’s eyes falling to where my lips were moving to connect to his again.

I gave him a sultry look as I pulled back from his mouth teasingly, lightly tugging on the thin material of the white t-shirt he wore. Bucky immediately took the hint, removing his hands from me as he pulled the top over his head.

He shook his hair back into place as he threw the shirt carelessly next to him. I couldn’t help but stare at his body in amazement, running my fingers up to where his metal arm fused to his flesh.

Bucky’s lips pressed back onto mine, a small whimper escaping my lips as his tongue pushed its way into my mouth. I felt my wetness seap down onto my cotton panties, sliding my thigh to rest on top of his as he let his hand quickly move over my ass to grab the back of my thigh.

Bucky grunted softly as he tugged on my bare leg, the silky flesh under his metal palm had his cock stirring in his pants. I took the hint, shifting myself to sit straddling the super soldier’s lap.

It was as though all of our built up emotion had exploded in a moment, our touches getting riskier as we roamed each other’s bodies. I let Bucky’s bottom lip sit between mine, sucking on it slowly as his tongue ran over my top lip.

“Is this okay?” Bucky whispered against my lips, our chests heaving as I nodded in response. I closed my eyes when I felt Bucky’s lips travelling across my cheek, leaving little pecks in their path. 

I massaged the back of his head, my fingers dug deep in his long hair. I let out a shaky breath as Bucky’s lips reached my jaw, his tongue wetting my skin with his open mouthed kisses. 

I tilted my head to the side, granting him more access as my other hand clung to his strong bicep. His metal hand held the back of my neck, supporting me as my body gave in to the pleasure. His flesh hand tugged the hem of my top out of the shorts before letting his palm slide underneath the material.

Bucky groaned against my neck as his hand came into contact with my lacy bra, his kisses getting sloppier as they reached my collarbone. “Tell me to stop.” He huffed out as he tried to control himself, not wanting me to feel pressured into anything.

I shook my head softly as I turned my head to look at him through half closed eyes, overwhelmed by the amount of pleasure and love I felt. “I don’t want you to stop.” I whispered vulnerably, Bucky’s head lifting to look at me with his gorgeous blue eyes.

He leaned in to press his lips back against mine, a whimper escaping my lips as I rolled my hips down onto his. A groan erupted in his throat, his hand travelling back down my body as he gripped the material of my top in his hand.

I leaned back momentarily, balancing myself with my palms on his bare chest as I helped him lift my shirt off of my body.

Bucky panted as he took in my semi-naked body, his hands rubbing the start of my hips needily as he watched me let my top drop on the floor. I leaned my hands back behind my body, making quick work of undoing my bra to let my boobs bounce freely.

I could feel his hardened bulge pressing against the inside of my thigh, his eyes fixated on my tits as he moved his lips onto my chest. I whimpered softly as his hot mouth left wet kisses on my breasts, his tongue flicking over my hardened nipples. 

Bucky’s hands hugged my body tightly, pulling me as close as he could as he sucked on my tits. I ran my hand through his soft hair, biting my lip as I closed my eyes in ecstasy.

Bucky’s metal palm slid down to my exposed lower back, holding me against him as he flipped us over. My back gently hit the blanket, Bucky’s large frame hovering above me as he moved his lips back up for another kiss.

My hands slid down his toned chest, over the chiseled abs of his stomach until I reached the button of his jeans. I tugged the waistband away from his skin gently, a little huff escaping his lips as I did so.

I broke the kiss to focus on what I was doing, Bucky’s head dropping into my neck as I popped open the button of his jeans. My head flew back, little moans escaping my lips as Bucky nipped at the base of my throat softly. 

My fingers pulled open his zipper, my pussy clenching as I slid my hand into his underwear. My touch was greeted by his hard cock, heavy in my hand. Bucky huffed out softly, his eyes closing as I felt my way down to his balls. 

I gasped softly at how big he felt, his lips kissing a strip up up the front of my throat and chin. His lips reconnected with mine as I circled his swollen tip with my thumb, smearing the leaking pre-cum. 

I lubricated my hand as much as I could with his juices before wrapping my fingers around his shaft. I tugged on his member gently, feeling his whole body tense at the foreign feeling. I hummed into the kiss, my pussy aching with need as I imagined how he’d feel inside me.

Bucky moaned as my hand jerked him off, his hips bucking to meet my touch as he hovered above me. He kissed me with so much force that my head pressed hard against the floor, softened slightly by the blanket. 

I felt his cock twitch in my hand, his hips jolting forward as he tried to control himself. Bucky lifted his flesh hand from the floor and moved it down between our bodies, his fingers tracing down my bare skin. 

His eyes immediately dropped to look between our legs, he licked his lips as his fingers came into contact with my shorts. Bucky’s jaw clenched as I squeezed his cock tighter, keeping my eyes trained on his gorgeous face.

Bucky skilfully flicked open the button on my jeans, his lips dropping to kiss me as he snaked his hand beneath the material of my panties. I gasped as he cupped my mound, my wetness leaking down onto his palm. 

My fingers dropped from around his cock, clinging to his bicep as he rubbed my pussy. My hips bucked up to meet his touch, needier than ever for his attention. I moaned into the kiss, my tongue flicking his as I arched my back off of the floor, feeling Bucky sit back from where I was. 

I looked up at him innocently, all baffled and horny as I watched him hook his fingers into the waistband of my shorts. In one swift motion, but slid my shorts and panties down to my knees. I wiggled my legs, helping him get them off the rest of the way as he sat back on his knees. 

“So beautiful.” Bucky mumbled as he looked down at my naked body, his cock standing proudly against his stomach. I bit my lip shyly a I sat up, my arousal dripping down onto the rug. 

Bucky crawled closer to me, his flesh hand running up my bare thigh as his cock throbbed desperately for attention. I breathed shakily, my arms wrapping around his neck as he pushes the last of his clothing down his thick thighs before kicking them behind him. 

He hovered over my body as I laid back down, now being cradled by the pillows he’d decorated the floor with. I could feel his big member against my thigh, trying to nudge its way into my warmth. I whimpered needily, bending my knees and pressing the heels of my feet against the blanket.

“Just let me know if this gets too mu-“ Bucky cut himself off with a moan, his nose crinkling in pleasure as he felt my hand wrap around his cock again.

I guided him to my entrance, encouragingly rubbing his throbbing tip into my wetness. My hand pulled away when I felt him pushing into me, filling me up with his big cock.

I let out a sensual moan of half pain and half pleasure as Bucky’s lips parted, a shaky breath escaping them as we felt my pussy clench around him.

My thighs clenched too, squeezing around his hips as his thick length slid out from where it was half sheathed inside of me. Bucky was going at a painfully slow rate, sliding his cock a little deeper into me with every thrust.

His lips dropped down onto mine, kissing me gently as he stretched my tight little pussy with his cock. The feeling of his thick length inside me made me dig my fingernails into the muscly flesh of his back.

I whimpered against his lips, my face screwing up in pleasure as he pulls his head back for a moment to admire me before crashing his lips on mine again.

I lifted my legs to wrap around his waist, my hips desperately bucking up to him in need. Bucky used his flesh hand to balance as his metal one ran up my leg, over my waist and up to my boob, squeezing it gently.

I cried out and arched my back into his touch, still in disbelief at how good he felt inside me. His cock filled me up again as he let out a grunt, breathing heavily as his body stilled.

Bucky moaned against my lips as he felt my pussy squeezing his cock, both of us lost in the overwhelming feeling of our bodies connecting. I pecked his lips over and over as he started rocking his hips back and forth slowly, making my tits bounce with every thrust.

His balls slapped against me, the sound filling the room as I let my mouth hang open. Our breaths met in a hot mix as Bucky squeezed his eyes shut in pleasure.

His hips jerked with each thrust, feeling himself rubbing against my walls as my pussy lips hugged his length. Bucky shuffled forward on his knees, deepening the thrusts as he picked up the pace.

I whimpered out softly, the new angle hitting all the right spots as my pussy welcomed his size, his cock soaked in my juices. “Bucky” I breathed shakily as I wrapped my arms around his neck, hugging him tightly against me. Bucky’s head fell perfectly into my neck, his little grunts intensified in my ear now.

A shiver ran through my body as I inhaled his manly scent, overwhelmed by the emotion and euphoric feeling of the moment. I felt my pussy tingle with pleasure, already close to my high as Bucky fucked his cock into me.

I tugged on his hair lightly when I felt his lips on my neck again, both of his hands pressed into the blanket either side of my head as he nudged his hips forward, sending his cock deeper into me. Bucky moaned into my neck, his cock twitching inside of me as he became overwhelmed with the feeling.

Bucky stopped his thrusting with such a suddenness that my eyes opened, a worried look washing over my face. He panted breathlessly, gripping my hips and supporting my back as he picked me up, sitting back on his knees with me on top of him.

I let out a moan the new angle impairing me on his cock as my arms stayed clung tightly around him. Bucky groaned full of pleasure, kissing me slowly as he started thrusting up into me, using his new position to his advantage.

Waves of pleasure mercilessly washed over me, only being intensified by the way Bucky was watching me fuck himself on top of him. He leaned his head back to watch me, his hips lifting to meet my movements as his arms clung to my body.

His eyes were soft and full of lust, his lips dropped into a pout as he watched me whither on top of him, overwhelmed with pleasure. I moaned with as gasp as my orgasm suddenly took over, my body pulsating on him as I rode out my high. 

I leaned forward and kissed him deeply, our tongues playing as he kept me in place despite how my hips were jolting at the throbbing of my clit. Bucky’s face dropped into my neck, his hot breath against my skin as I felt his warm cum spurting inside of me. I sighed out in satisfaction as Bucky grunts, wave after wave of cum filling me up.

He kept me close, our breathless bodies pushed together as we sat there in the afterglow of our orgasms. I’d never cum so hard in my life, the gentleness and love of Bucky’s actions had only topped the experience.

I turned my head and smiled lazily, kissing his swollen lips as my fingers ran through his hair. Bucky reacted by leaving soft pecks on lips over and over, his softening cock still buried inside of me.

“Y/N.” Bucky whispered softly, his breath still warm against my lips as his hooded eyes gazed into mine. “Will you be mine?” 

“Your valentine?” I softly asked, holding him tightly as I thought about the coldness I would feel once his body retreated from mine. 

“No, forever.” Bucky replied hopefully, making my heart stop as a wave of emotion flooded through my body. 

“Forever’s good for me.” I smiled as my eyes filled with tears, nothing but love for the man in front of me as I connected our lips in a gentle kiss. The perfect end to the perfect day.

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Don’t Tell Me

This is for @cockslut-padalecki​’s Not My Ninth Challenge. My prompt was Stucky x Reader with Royal Au and No Doubt’s Don’t Speak for the lyrics.

Summary: You loved them with all your heart, but now you must wed another.

Pairing: Stucky x Black Female Reader, Brock Rumlow x Black Female Reader

Word Count: 1,893

Rating: 18+ / Explicit

Warning: Angst, Implied Smut, Threesome, Mild Depictions of Violence, and Forced Marriage

A/N: This might be my saddest fic yet. I hope this isn’t too much of a downer for you, @cockslut-padalecki​. Happy Birthday and Congratulations on 9K followers!

Dividers are by the lovely @firefly-graphics​

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“Rise and shine, Your Highness! Today’s the big day!” Sabine, your closest handmaiden, announced.

You covered your head with your pillow in irritation, “I don’t want to!”

Sabine sighed, “You have to get up or the guards will come and force you out of bed.”

With an annoyed huff, you got up and stretched, “Let’s get this over with, Sabine.”

You had been dreading this day for weeks. Today was the day you were to wed Brock Rumlow, ruler of the Triskelion Empire. You didn’t want to marry him. He was boorish, cruel, and violent.

But most of all, you didn’t want to marry Brock because your heart belonged to Steve Rogers and James “Bucky” Barnes.

  It started when you were six years old. You were sent to Brooklynd to be King Joseph’s ward as part of a peace initiative (you later found out it was because of a failed coup and your mother wanted you safe).

King Joseph, Queen Sarah, and the court loved you. Only Prince Steven and his best friend, James Barnes Duke of Shelby, gave you the cold shoulder.

It sucked because they were the only ones near your age. You tried to win them over with baked goods from your homeland, trinkets and toys Queen Sarah said that Steven would love, and some of your favorite books. Nothing worked until you had enough and confronted them.

Steven was about to enter the stables with James when you caught them. You just wanted to ask why they were avoiding you, but as your mother warned you got violent and socked James with a left hook. It got to the point that the guards had to split up the three of you.

Queen Sarah had an unusual and embarrassing punishment: the three of you had to sit in a circle and hold hands for one hour under the stern eye of the governess and the queen herself. The air was thick with tension until the governess farted. You tried your hardest not to laugh, but you help yourself. Soon Steven and James joined in the merriment.

You were best friends ever since.

 “What do you want for your bath, Your Highness?”

“May I have the Rose, Hibiscus, Black Pepper, Lemongrass oils for the bath, and the Amla/Coconut Oil mixture for my hair, please. Thank you, Ngozi.”

“As you wish, Your Highness.”

Once the oils were applied to the bath, you sunk in sighing from the nearly scalding water; its warmth giving you a peace of mind that has been denied to you for weeks.

You wondered how it got to this, then you frowned at the bitter memories symbolized by the single piece of jewelry under your pillow.

  The three of you became thick as thieves. Always helping each other in defending one another whether it be fighting off Steve’s bullies with Bucky or telling the snobby rich girls to stuff it whenever they said you weren’t feminine enough.

Joke’s on them because you passed all of your etiquette classes with flying colors.

Though something happened when you turned thirteen; you started seeing your best friends in a new light. You noticed how Bucky’s shoulders were broadening, Steven’s full bottom lip, the dazzling blues in their eyes, or how their laughs.

Sabine, your closest handmaiden, and friend, confirmed it; you were falling in love with them.

You were scared at first; you didn’t want to ruin your friendship with them. So you started avoiding them by spending time with Duchess Natalia and Marchioness Monica as they were the only female peers you could stand.

You would sneak glances at them when you thought they weren’t looking, but they were.

It went on like that for a year until Bucky had enough and confessed to liking you. You were relieved that he returned your affections, but was taken aback when Steven grabbed Bucky’s hand and pulled him in for a kiss. Turns out they’ve been a secret item for six months.

They both loved you and wanted to make it work.

And it did, for a time. You spent a great deal of time together. Though they were a few close calls since your mother instructed Queen Sarah not to let you court anyone and Steven and Bucky couldn’t go public just yet.

It didn’t matter; you just wanted to be near them. The three of you would sneak kisses by moonlight, write secret love letters, all the fun, and mushy stuff. Your relationship reached a new level when Steve and Bucky presented you with a vibranium and dragon’s gold alloy promise ring with ruby rose and emerald leaves. The three of you vowed to be together forever.

It was pure bliss; you didn’t want it to end.

  “Life had other plans, huh?” you muttered to yourself as your handmaidens were making the final body preparations before you got into your gown.

  Your mother, Queen Ketandu, had written to you and Queen Sarah requesting that you return to Abia in order to complete your studies and take on royal duties. You cried in Bucky’s arms for hours before he had to return to his quarters the morning before your departure.

It wasn’t long before puberty hit you like an airship going at full speed (late bloomer). You became famed for your beauty with scores of suitors, but you rejected them all. Only Bucky and Steve would have your hand.

One of the suitors, Brock Rumlow of Triskelion took it especially hard. He vowed he would have your hand, but your cousin, Samuel Wilson, said to pay him no mind.

You were only able to communicate with Steve and Bucky via phone or letters. It took you four years to return to Brooklynd, but it was not a joyous occasion. King Joseph had passed and Steven was to be crowned king within the fortnight.

Both of them had changed so much, especially Steve; he was nearly unrecognizable. He towered over nearly everyone (only Bucky, Thor, Loki, and M’Baku were taller), broad shoulders, rich tawny pink skin, and a face that could make nearly all the women (and some men) swoon.

He looked like the kings of old, even more so than his father.

Bucky wasn’t slacking either with the way many of the courtiers were ogling him; admiring him for his rugged, yet prim presence.

They were Rulers of Paradise and you were to be their queen.

The three of you finally made love that night. It was your first time, so they decided to be gentle and showered you with kisses and affection. Steve and Bucky worshipped your body as if it was the last thing they would enjoy before the afterlife.

It was as though you were dreaming.

  “Here’s your wedding gown, Your Highness.” Zara, another handmaiden, exclaimed.

“Thank you, Zara.” You tried your best to not let the tears fall. This day was never supposed to happen.

Why did your dream have to die like this?!

  The first crack in your fantasy came with the news of your older brother’s assassination and the outbreak of a civil war. Your sister-in-law begged you to come home.

Your airship was to leave first thing in the morning.

You raced to inform your lovers of your departure. One of the servants said that they saw Steve in his mother’s rose garden. Thinking it was Steve being shy and needing some rest, you ventured into the garden only for fantasy and your heart shatter completely.

In the rose garden under the central archway was Steve on one knee proposing to Margaret ‘Peggy’ Carter with Bucky looking on with a smile and the full moon behind them.

Everything froze at that moment.

Why?! Why did they do this?! Were your feelings a joke to them? Did they ever love you?

Unable to hold back your despair, you shrieked at the ideal romantic scene before you.

Steve tried to explain the situation and Bucky almost caught you, but you ran away before you could hear them.

You left for Abia that night.

  “Now ladies,” Lady Bente, the wedding planner bellowed, “remember, this is Emperor Rumlow’s big day. There’s no room for failure.” She didn’t need to say what would happen if you tried anything ‘funny’.

“I know. How can I forget the threats?” grumbled as Sabine put the final touches on your wedding outfit: an off-the-shoulder A-Line Tulle Wedding Dress, a Hand-crafted white gold Baroque tiara inlaid with pale sapphires, diamonds, and pearls, and matching earring and necklace.

Looking in the mirror, you almost didn’t recognize yourself. The dress accentuated your curves and the jewels made your face glow. You were a vision.

Too bad it was for a man who wouldn’t hesitate to destroy everything you hold dear.

  Barely six months after you returned from Brooklynd, Abia conquered by the Triskelion Empire. Their ambassador informed the council that the empire will let Abia continue as a client state if you married their emperor, Brock Rumlow.

If not, Triskelion would raze Abia to the ground and take her citizens as slaves.

The council implored you as Triskelion forces had Sam captive and Abia’s army was running out of supplies.

With a heavy and broken heart, you accepted Rumlow’s terms.

The wedding was to be in a month.

  You took one last look at yourself in the mirror, “Too bad Rumlow isn’t getting a virgin.”

“Goodbye, Your Highness.” Sabine whispered, “Now, don’t you start crying after all the work I put into ya!”

“I know it’s just not fair. I have to lose you, too?” Rumlow made it clear that you were to leave your old world behind, including your closest friend and confidant.

Sabine pulled you in for a hug, “I know it’s not. It’s been a pleasure and delight being your handmaiden and friend.”

“Alright, everyone! Line up! The wedding is about to begin!” Lady Bente ordered.

You gave your friend one last glance before the doors shut behind you, “Goodbye Sabine.”

  The cathedral was spectacular.

Bouquets of roses and elven tulips adorned the pillars. The banners of Abian and Triskelion colors were delicately placed creating an ethereal atmosphere.

Rumlow really outdid himself.

Dignitaries from far and wide were in attendance. You saw your mother, uncle, Sam, and your sister holding her ten-month-old son.

Rumlow took your hand with a triumphant smirk. You could say that he was handsome if you didn’t want to claw his eyes out.

“You look ravishing, darling.”

“I hate you.”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Dearly beloved and exalted rulers, we are gathered here today to join the Triskelion Emperor and the Second Princess of Abia in holy matrimony.”

You closed your eyes in resignation. No one was coming. Maybe Brock wouldn’t be so bad.

“If anyone has any reason as to why these two should not be married.”

Then you remembered how he threatened your mother and uncle when after Abia surrendered. His twisted smirk was enough to make your blood boil.

“Speak now or forever hold your peace.”

The cathedral was silent for a few minutes until the doors were blown off their hinges and several guards were flung to the opposite wall behind the altar.

Everyone turned to find smoke and debris. An inhuman roar filled the venue terrifying the guests.

Two figures emerged from the smoke and your eyes widened in shock.

“We do.”