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can we not tho. i like not seeing mcuau things on my dash :(
ao3 mcu a:aou abo bdsm ot3 hs au pwp
the fact that this is completely understandable and rather descriptive makes me rethink what iâve done with my life
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Better Than Words (OC x Bucky Barnes)Â
Cornerâs
PART ONE/?
A/N: HELLO welcome to my chaos. This takes place in an AU after Spiderman: Homecoming where the Avengers have reassembled and the following all live in the Avengers tower: Tony, Pepper, Steve, Bucky, Natasha, Wanda and Vision. Peter Parkerâs identity is still intact and he spends his free time training at the Avengers tower under a âStark internshipâ.Â
also here is my masterlist!Â
Word Count: 2261
Warnings: fluff, mild angst, and slow burnÂ
New city. New apartment. New job. New life.Â
Maya was ready, though. After living in her parents house up until her mid 20s, she was beyond prepared to leave and get the change of scenery sheâs been craving since middle school. And with everything she did, everybody could see how sure of this she was.
She did everything without hesitation. She said yes to the Midtown School of Science and Technology without even taking the time offered to think about it. She signed the lease to the first studio apartment she found in Manhattan and she started packing the moment she knew the job and the apartment were hers.Â
By the beginning of June, Maya had moved everything to New York and was pushing her parents out of her apartment. But of course they insisted on staying.Â
âJust one night! I can make you dinner and help you organize the kitchen. Weâll be out of your hair by the morning.â Her mom practically begged, as she was, quite frankly very anxious about the entire move.Â
And of course Dad agreed, âI could install your shelves and build your bed frame so you donât sleep on a mattress on the floor tonight.âÂ
But Maya needed this. She couldnât wait another night to fully embrace the reality of her new life.Â
âNo, it is fine! Really!â Maya was already grabbing her momâs purse, and fishing her dadâs keys out of the pile of junk on the kitchen counter. âI want you guys on the road before it gets too dark. Just make sure you call me when you get back to Philly!âÂ
And through bewildered arguments at the daughterâs new found independence, Maya continued to walk them towards the door. She managed to yell over them, and then physically pushed them out of the apartment, âI love you! Drive safe! Dad, make sure to use your turn signals!âÂ
And like a coming of age film, she closed the door, fixed all the locks, and pressed her back against the door of her studio, her eyes scanning the first thing that was completely and utterly hers. She took a breath and felt excitement like no other started to fill her veins.Â
Maya spent the rest of the night fixing the bathroom and then the kitchen. By 3 in the morning she was freshly showered and sitting on the floor of her living room with her back pressed against the couch. She smiled at the cluttered space, a piece of pizza in her hand, and Shrek 2 spinning in the DVD player.Â
For the next two weeks Maya spent her days unpacking, arranging, decorating, reading, online shopping, rearranging, and singing at the top of her lungs.
Most afternoons sheâd go downstairs to the Corner Cafe that was renting the apartment to her. Maya would sit and work on transfer paperwork, brainstorm potential classroom setups, and draft book lists for the Fall semester. Every now and then sheâd make conversation with the barista, a high school student named MJ. Maya would ask about local bookstores, where to get the best Thai food, and eventually about Midtown. They both laughed when they realized theyâd probably be spending the school year together. Needless to say, Maya and MJ got along really well.Â
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The following Friday afternoon, the Cafe was a bit more crowded. But all the same, Maya sat at her corner table by the pick up counter. She had always gravitated towards this spot, but now it was mostly to chat with MJ when things got slow and to cheer her on during the rushes. And MJ definitely needed a lot of support this shift.Â
And then to Mayaâs disbelief Natasha Romanoff walked in.Â
It was an interesting scenario considering everyone knew who the Avengers were now, but what was far more interesting to Maya was the way no one paid any mind to her presence. She figured it was true what they said about New York: everyone just minded their own business, really. In any case, Maya didnât feel any strong emotions towards being in the presence of known vigilantes, but she couldnât help but feel her muscles tense when Natasha stood at the side of her table.Â
A few moments passed and before Maya could properly comprehend what she was doing, she opened her mouth. âWould you like to sit?âÂ
Natasha was taken aback but nodded appreciatively, smiled and pulled the chair opposite to Maya and sat down. âThanks, stranger.â Natashaâs knees were facing the counter though, an elbow each on the back of her chair and another on the table they were now sharing.Â
A handful of moments passed again and Maya let out an exasperated groan after realizing that she, yet again, sent the wrong attachment to her new boss.Â
Natashaâs fingers were now rapping rhythmically, against the wooden table top and then she spoke up. âRough day?âÂ
Maya was a bit razzled, despite the fact that she was the one that opened up the possibility of a conversation just moments ago. âUh, yes and no? It's just a new job. It's a bit overwhelming, you know?âÂ
It was only after the words came out of her mouth that Maya realized she shouldnât have said her job was overwhelming to a person who fought crime for a living. She bit her tongue and braced herself for a laugh but it didnât come.Â
âYouâll get a hang of it.â It was at this moment that MJ called Natashaâs name out. She stood and pushed in her chair before grabbing the little white baggy off the counter. âTry one of the pastries. I promise itâll make you feel a bit better; theyâre the best in the whole city.âÂ
Maya gave her a small smile and a nod, âIâll do that! Have a good night.âÂ
âYou too, Stranger.â Natasha proceeded to pinch the little bag between her teeth, rummaging through her pockets and walking towards the exitÂ
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In the following weeks, the interactions only became more frequent. It was probably every other day that the two would see each other at Corners.Â
At first it was Hellos and Goodbyes but eventually Natasha would sit at the same table with Maya while waiting for her order to be ready, not that it ever took all that long. Before the end of the month, the two exchanged names and Maya was happy to find that Natasha actually preferred to be called Nat.Â
Shortly after the proper introductions Nat started to enjoy her pastry at the table with Maya before leaving.Â
Very quickly, Maya grew tired of the same courteous conversations and started talking about her new teaching job and Nat helped in large part with all of Mayaâs online shopping decisions. Sometimes Maya was afraid of coming off as self centered but she was pretty wary of asking Nat about her life outside of the coffee shop. But, fortunately Nat was much more interested in classroom decor and keeping updated with Mayaâs personal challenge of trying every possible drink MJ was willing to make.Â
By July, Nat started bringing the other Avengers by for coffee runs.Â
Maya immediately hit it off with Steve. After finding out that Maya was a literature teacher, Steve would talk about how reading was his favorite pastime pre-serum and that heâd love to visit the classroom one day. He even geeked about the latte art that MJ would do in the wide mouth mugs for Maya. She and Nat did not miss the opportunity to laugh about this when Steve excused himself to use the bathroom.Â
It was peculiar though. Nat would tease that Maya and Steve were a literal match made in heaven. Sheâd go on about their overlapping interests and how smoothly they got along from the beginning. Maya had to think about it, though. On one hand, Maya thought, who wouldnât want to be of interest to Captain America himself?Â
But alas, Maya was the kind of girl who believed in the kind of love that you felt in your gut. And despite the blush on her cheeks when Nat talked about the two of them, Maya didnât feel it in her gut.Â
Weeks had passed and Maya had grown accustomed to greeting Nat, Steve, Pepper, Sam & Wanda whenever they made their way into Corners. None of them really stopped to chat, except for Nat and Steve, but Maya thought it was still nice to share small smiles and waves with the rest of them.Â
In the back of her mind, Maya thought a lot about the rest of the Avengers. She was well aware of Tony Stark and heard things about Vision in passing, but Nat eventually clarified that Tony doesnât get his own coffee and Vision still doesnât entirely comprehend the act of food consumption.Â
Truly, Maya was most curious about Steveâs best friend, Bucky. Steve did talk about him in passing from time to time but Maya knew to not straightforwardly ask about him. She knew the bare minimum about The Winter Soldier from the Daily Bugle and the tabloids. And knowing that Steve was his best friend, Maya bit her tongue despite all the questions flooding her mind whenever his name came up.Â
It was the last week of July when Nat finally brought Bucky to Corners.Â
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In Mayaâs mind, aside from meeting Nat, Buckyâs introduction was the most memorable. When she thought long and hard about it, it was mostly because of the fact that Buckyâs first impression was distinctly different from the rest of them-- less chirpy, you could say.Â
When the two of them walked in, Nat basically made a beeline for Mayaâs little table and greeted her right away.Â
âHey, Nat! Pastry or coffee today?â Maya hummed, barely looking up from her laptop. She was intensely focused on finishing a thought about her lesson plan before properly opening herself up to conversation.Â
Nat sat to the right of Maya, her back facing the counter. Then, Nat gestured for Bucky to sit in her usual spot, across from Maya.Â
âPastries! I caught olâ Bucky here snagging some of my extras in the middle of the night, so I decided to let him in on the secret.âÂ
Maya nodded before properly looking up, âSounds like quite the racoon to me,â a small smile forming on her face. Then she lifted her eyes from her computer screen and there he was. Mayaâs stomach turned in the most peculiar way. Â
Bucky had on a hoodie and his hair was tied up in a low ponytail. The hood wasnât up on his head but instead fluffed up enough to come up around the bottom of his ears and his hands were in his pocket, resting in his lap underneath the table. He seemed hesitant to hold any eye contact with her, which Maya didnât take offense to, but he did manage to look at her for a moment.Â
He gave the smallest acknowledging grin before saying, âHello, Iâm James.âÂ
Nat was preoccupied during this small moment, busy trying to wave down MJ who was in the middle of pulling a shot of espresso. âMJ! Just the pastries today, but make it a double order, please!âÂ
Nat turned back to Maya before she could properly introduce herself to Bucky.
âYeah, he caught me with a jam filled one last week and has been snatching them ever since.âÂ
Maya smiled at this. âSo what? The jig is up? Everyone in the tower knows that tough Natasha Romanoff is obsessed with flakey pastries?â She loved to tease Nat, but some of her joy was being overcome by the tension she was creating in her own mind about even looking at Bucky.Â
Hearing him chuckle at her remark did help her muscles ease up though.Â
âHa. Ha,â Nat dully retorted. âThe only reason I decided to share my secret with him is because he wonât tell a soul. Itâd be much easier for me to gain my dignity back if I got caught, but he would lose most of, if not all of his tough guy credentials.âÂ
Maya giggled in response before looking straight into Buckyâs eyes and reassuring him, âDonât worry. Even if you get caught I think Cornerâs pastries are well worth losing your street cred.âÂ
Bucky chuckled and brought his flesh hand up to rub his index finger underneath his nose. âI think youâre right, doll. Iâd risk it all for another raspberry one.âÂ
Maya felt a wave of mixed emotions following Buckyâs response. She felt her skin grow hot after processing the outdated nickname and only hoped that her complexion wasnât visibly compromised. All the while though, she was glad to have been able to have any kind of conversation with him.Â
Fortunately for Maya, she didnât have to withstand that burning feeling for much longer because MJ called out Natâs name and she was quick as a cat to grab the little white bags off the counter.Â
Nat patted her hand on Mayaâs shoulder, not even bothering to sit back down. She looked at Bucky and nodded her head towards the door. âAlright, Maya! Weâre out. Iâll see you next time.âÂ
âYeah, get back safe,â Maya responded, her hand reached up and patted Natâs knuckles as Bucky pushed in his chair. âIt was nice to meet you, James.âÂ
âYou too, Maya,â and with that, Bucky gave a small wave and pulled his hood up as he and Nat made their way out the door and down the street.Â
Maya watched until they were out of sight.Â
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WIP Announcement!
I am currently redoing one of my stories on Wattpad and reformatting it for tumblr it is a Marvel The Avengers story so if you want tagged let me know or join my taglist!
âSomebody once said âNo one is truly dead until the ripples they caused fade away.â and I suppose itâs the truth. My name is Avyanna Stark and as my last name indicates I am the youngest child of Howard Stark. And this is the story of my life⌠and how I died.â
A little about Avyanna Stark
She is the younger sister to Billionaire Genius Playboy Philanthropist Tony StarkÂ
Shes roughly 26-27 during the battle of New York and was raised by Edwin Jarvis and his wife Anna after the death of Howard and Maria.
She was adopted from Saint Anges Orphanage at the age of 6 by Howard and MariaÂ
Her Face Claim is Kristen Stewart (Dont come for me please)Â
She has a somewhat good relationship with her brotherÂ
Taglist: @another-confused-gay @notreallybeccab
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PETOLLY :: BEGINNING VS. ENDÂ
âAnd no matter how hard you fought, you'd have to live with it. You'd adapt.       Transform.             Evolve.              Metamorphosis.â
#ocappreciation#allaboutocs#marvel fic#mcu fic#mcu fanfic#mcufic#mcuedit#mcuedits#marvelfic#marvelficsdaily#dailymarvelfics#mcu au#mcuau#peter parker x oc#peter parker fanfic#tom holland manip#natalia dyer crackship#natalia dyer manip#**#petolly#molly proctor#galgal#[pls dont @ me at how terrible her molly's villain look is]#[i did my best]
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⥠FC Bayern players as MCU Characters
| Robert Lewandowski as Loki
#bayern munchen#fc bayern#moodboard#bayern#bayern munich#edit#icons#robert#robert lewandowski#lewa#bayernmcuau#mcu#au#mcuau#marvel#loki#loki laufeyson#loki lives#loki love#poland national team#poland nt
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Rules were made.... Ch1
Summary: It had taken everything in her to walk away, but she did. She could ignore a lot but the last time was the last time. Bucky had cheated before but there was always a reason to justify it. As soon as she couldnât find a reason why, no another excuse to stay, she didnât.
A/n: This was my first write ever. Iâm continuing this series in one shots. #RulesWereMade Slowly, If you have any requests please send them to me and i will write them. Enjoy. Â
Words: 1200+
Warnings: Tiny bit of smut. More to come tho. First attempt at writing so please ignore me or leave comments.
Pairing: Mob!Bucky x Reader (who I call Maggie, Mags or Magdalene because I donât like Y/N)
âJust keep walking,â you mumbled under your breath. Eyes still facing forward firmly finally finding a target. You refused to dip your head. Â Look down. Â Let him or anyone else think you were sulking or any less confident than you had let on.
The truth was it broke you. Maybe it was because you hadnât been expecting it, your guard was down. You had never imagined that a simple wedding for someone either of you barely knew is the place you would be tested. There you were in casual conversation, suffering through some boring doctor finish his winded story with what you were sure was a sad punch line. Your mouth was tipped up on que to laugh with the crowd when you locked eyes. If that wasnât bad enough he laughed too.
God you missed his laugh. Your blood ran cold and your whole body locked. You hadnât seen him in almost 9 months. 8 months and 27 days to be exact. You felt like an addict counting the days. To be honest, you hadnât figured out if the counting helped or hurt. But he laughed. You got a fix and you were back at the beginning.
You didnât pull your eyes away. More like you couldnât pull your eyes away. You felt the breathe catch in your throat as you struggled to free it. He ran his lower lip thru his teeth and held it there. His eyes slowly took in every inch of you. The man standing next to him put out a hand for a shake.
âJames Barnes.â He said, trying to conceal shock in his voice. The man seemed to be in his mid-thirties, well dressed, and he spoke with confidence.  âWhat an honor, sir. I canât believe you accepted our invitation. We canât thank you enough for everything you did for my sister. This wedding has been her dream come true and it never would have happened if you hadnât step in andâŚâŚâŚâ his voice drowned out in your head as Buckyâs lip finally escaped his teeth. His perfect teeth. And you knew what he was thinking. Â
Red. Â You wore red.
You couldnât catch your breath as he moaned into your neck. He had pushed you into a random closet just off the main hallway. It was the middle of the day and you were at a ladies lunch where they were honoring Bucky for all the money and work he had put in to getting a new womenâs shelter build. Â This was the first time he had shown you what it was like when he wasnât in complete control. Not that the relationship was new by any means. But he grabbed your wrist and pulled you, catching you off guard. You fell into him and he slammed the door shut.
âYou shouldnât have worn red.â Lust had changed the color of his eyes. Â He was biting his lips so hard you were waiting to see blood that never appeared. It was a simple red dress. Very reminiscent of the infamous white one Marilyn Monroe had worn. Your hand reached up to cup the back of his neck as he tangled his fingers in your hair pulling at it slightly.
âKiss me, Bucky.â You smiled into his mouth as you forehead touched his. You laughed a little being flirting âHurry, before they start looking for us. Letâs go.â You nipped his lip a little then turned, pulling at his hand to leave. He used the hold on he still hand around your wrist to spin you back into him, and he let out a low growl. You loved this side of him. He grabbed your thigh and pulled you up pinning you against the door with his body.
âYou really shouldnât have worn red. I canât control myself with the way you look right now.â With that he smashed his lips into yours, his tongue piercing through your lips tasting you. You moaned into his kiss. You wrap your legs around his body pulling him that much closer. One of his hands slid up to your core to find that you werenât wearing any underwear. You never were. He liked that about you. He needed to know how wet you were, that always turned him on. And you stepped up as you always did, absolutely sopping. Â He was always aggressive but a handful of times he had taken it a bit too far and you had to put him in his place. Your mind began to race that this was one of those times.
He grabbed at you. Biting and sucking on your skin you could feel him leaving marks already. One hand holding you he reached to undo his pants and free his hardening member. You tried to plead with him, âJamesâŚ..â the word fell off. God he felt good. â waitâŚâŚ.we canâtâŚâŚ.Jaâ it fell on deaf ears. He pinned you back and lined himself up to enter you. You held in a breath waiting for it to tear into you and he stopped. Dead still not a muscle flinching and he looked you dead in to eyes.
âIs this ok?â he stared into your eyes. You let out the breathe you didnât know you were holding in and nodded hard. Â He must have looked a little startled because he still didnât move. âAre you sure? You donât look sure. I love you. Iâm not some animal. Not when it comes to you at least. I can stop if you want me to.â
You pulled his hair tighter âRavage me. I still want to feel this tomorrow.â With that he filled you, pressing his body into you, and keeping a punishing pace. You bit into his shoulder to muffle the sounds.
This dress however. This dress was tight and satin. This dress used as little fabric as possible but still held an elegance enough to wear to a formal outing. It hugged every inch of you perfectly and for Bucky left just enough to the imagination to send it brain into overdrive. Â
âSo really man we canât thank you enough.â He clapped his hand on Buckyâs shoulder now giving him a broad smile. âI donât know how you did it man, but thanksâ
Thatâs when he finally took his eyes off of you for the first time. âWell, I have to say being the boss does have its perks.â He said casually. Thatâs when you took your chance. Leaning in to excuse yourself with the woman next to you, you walked with a purpose right out the doors and into the hallway. You were headed to the bathroom when you saw Oliver, your target. With as much grace as you could muster you gently linked your arms in his and leaned in to tell him you werenât feeling well and wanted to leave.
He pressed a kiss to your temple. Excused himself from the conversation and the two of you walked down the hall towards the exit. Against every good thought you had inside of you, you turned to glance behind you. He was standing in the doorway of the hall. Glass in hand. Just watching. Watching you walk away on the arm of another man.
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sambucky au >> prince!sam/knight!buckyÂ
also they train dragons together bc why not??
[send me mcu aus]
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Ya know what, frick it, im making an MCU AU and no one can stop me
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Masterlist - Updated: 22/4/18
Rafael Barba:
Tell Me What You Want
Losing the Battle
Goodnight Sweetheart
Carry On Counselor
Lingerie
Rafael LovesâŚ
Sunday Morning With Rafael
Living With Rafael
Pillow Talk
Mike Dodds:
Mental Health Check
His Brotherâs Keeper
Mike LovesâŚ
Sunday Morning With Mike Dodds
Living With Mike Dodds
Casual
Sleeping with the Boss Series - Can be read as stand alone or as part of a series
Part One: Sleeping with the Boss
Ex!Mike Series - Can be read as stand alone or part of a series
Part One: See You Again
Part Two: Expectations
Part Three: Coffee Break
Sonny Carisi:
Sonny LovesâŚ
Living With Sonny
Sundays With Sonny
Carisi At Comic Con
Comfort!Sonny - Can be read as stand alone or part of a series
Part One: Truth
Part Two: Always
Nick Amaro:
Interested!Amaro - Can be read as stand alone or part of a series
Part One: Sweet Dreams
Part Two: Moment
Olivia Benson x Amanda Rollins:
Lullaby
Mike Dodds x Sonny Carisi:
Show Me
Relationship Questions
Rafael Barba x Sonny Carisi:
Unwrapped
Relationship Questions
Rafael Barba x Sonny Carisi x Mike Dodds:
Three In The Bed
Rafael Barba x Trevor Langan
Relationship Questions
First Kiss
Reckless
Coming Clean
Divorce Papers
Asks:
Unknown Love HC - Rafael Barba x Sonny Carisi
Mental Health HC - Rafael Barba
Squad Finding Out Youâre Dating Mike Dodds - Mike Dodds
Dating Chief Dodds - William Dodds
Finding Out Youâre Parents Were Serial Killers - Mike Dodds, Nick Amaro, William Dodds
Dealing With A Seizure - Rafael Barba, Sonny Carisi
Strung Out Friend - Rafael Barba, Sonny Carisi
Mike Dodds Dating a Grad Student - Mike Dodds
Sonny Notices Bruises - Sonny Carisi
Playlists:
Sonny Carisi
Mike Dodds
Fics:
All In - Rafael Barba x OC:
Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight, Chapter Nine, Chapter Ten, Chapter Eleven, Chapter Twelve, Chapter Thirteen, Chapter Fourteen, Chapter Fifteen, Chapter Sixteen, Chapter Seventeen, Chapter Eighteen, Chapter Nineteen,Â
Chicago PD
HCs & Imagines
Sunday Mornings With Mouse - Greg Gerwitz
Mouse & His Sobriety - Greg Gerwitz
Mouse On Reading - Greg Gerwitz
Living With Mouse - Greg Gerwitz
Married To Mouse - Greg Gerwitz
Nightly Routine With Mouse - Greg Gerwitz
Waking Up With Antonio Dawson - Antonio Dawson
Ringside - Al Olinsky
PTSD!Mouse - Can be read as stand alone or part of a series
Part One: Night Terrors - Greg Gerwitz
Part Two: Making Plans - Greg Gerwitz
Part Three: Reflection - Jay Halstead
Part Four: Coming Clean - Greg Gerwitz
Part Five: No Pressure - Greg Gerwitz
Part Six: Self Care - Greg Gerwitz
Asks:
Honeymoon With Mouse - Greg Gerwitz
Friday Nights With Mouse - Â Greg Gerwitz
Working in Tech With Mouse - Greg Gerwitz
Dating Mouse and Being Jayâs Sister - Greg Gerwitz
Aggressive Guy In A Bar - Greg Gerwitz
Fics:
Million Reasons - Antonio Dawson x OC
Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight, Chapter Nine, Chapter Ten, Chapter Eleven, Chapter Twelve, Chapter Thirteen, Chapter Fourteen,Â
CSI: Miami
Asks:
Horatio Caineâs Daughter - Horatio Caine
Criminal Minds
HCs
Living With Spencer Reid - Spencer Reid
Dating Spencer Reid - Spencer Reid
Living With Luke Alvez - Luke Alvez
Luke Alvez Proposes - Luke Alvez
Greyâs Anatomy
HCs
Owen Loves⌠- Owen Hunt
CSI: NY
Fics:
Complicated - Don Flack x OC
Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven,
MCU
AU!Bucky - Can be read as stand alone or as a series
Part One: Touch - Bucky Barnes
Part Two: Lucky - Bucky Barnes
#sonny carisi x reader#sonny carisi#law and order svu#law and order: special victims unit#svu#mcu imagine#bucky barnes#bucky barnes au#antonio dawson#antonio dawson x oc#mike dodds#mike dodds x reader#rafael barba x reader#rafael barba#criminal minds#spencer reid#doctor spencer reid#spencer reid x reader#luke alvez#luke alvez x reader#greg gerwitz x reader#greg gerwitz#chicago pd#chicago pd mouse
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The Archer and The Warlock
(A starter for @strongindependentmen, using his Francis Barton Muse. Iâm an awakward potato so this is my hello I guess? You can learn more about Saburo here: http://thenihilistofthevoid.tumblr.com/MCUAU For this starter Iâm probably going to go with my Scarlet Rage verse which might switch to Red Heroism if Francis can get Saburo to join the good guys.) Saburo glared at the anti-mutant protestors. Humanity First was the organization, their splinter cell was responsible for the terrorist attacks in Hinamizawa, a remote village in Northern Japan where Saburo was born and raised, a mutant paradise. Their splinter cell exterminated his parents and most mutants in the village before HYDRA drove them off and abducted the survivors for experimentation, Saburo was the only one who survived by clinging onto the hatred he felt which consumed him, his psychokinetic powers had just grown in strength to the point where even their Winter Soldier was no match for him, how could the man with the metal arm resist a child who could put him into a coma with a single thought? He found Magnetoâs words comforting, mutantkind was destined to inherit this Earth. With their united powers, mutantkind would be the cure to the sickness of the planet that was humanity. They would end the good times for the bad people and make sure only their race survived. He wanted to be a part of his Brotherhood, to do more than just anti-human vigilantism on his own. He quickly leapt over the barrier and used his abilities to render the officer who certainly had something to say about Saburoâs behaviour unconscious. The protestors saw this and went wild, igniting the metaphorical fuel Saburo had poured just as predict as they began throwing bricks and glass bottles at him, none of the projectiles so much as scratching the Scarlet Warlock due to his telekinetic shield. âMy turn.â He said coldly, ripping chunks of concrete off nearby buildings and out the road, pelting and crushing the protesters with them as he laughed out of sadistic joy more than anything. âRUN!â He screamed, chasing after them with malice in his eyes.
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Better Than Words (OC x Bucky Barnes)
Room #234Â
PART TWO/?Â
A/N: HELLO, so funny story I fell into a very long depressive episode and forgot that I had started posting a fic but I will be posting several chapters within the next few days just.... cos here is the link to PART ONE! And a kind reminder that this takes place in an AU after Spiderman: Homecoming where the Avengers have reassembled and the following all live in the Avengers tower: Tony, Pepper, Steve, Bucky, Natasha, Wanda & Vision. Peter Parkerâs identity is still in tact and he spends his free time training at the Avengers tower under a âStark internshipâ.
also here is my masterlist!
Word Count: 2073
Warnings: fluff, mild angst, and slow burnÂ
It had taken nearly a week for Maya to stop over analyzing whether she made a weird impression when she met Bucky, and it was August now. She had to clear her mind to polish up her lesson plans and start worrying more about getting her classroom ready for September.Â
She had always had a vision of what her classroom would look like, ever since she decided that she wanted to teach. This ideal classroom included filled bookcases, walls covered up and down with art and references to her favorite books and characters, both classic and contemporary. Every person Maya opened her mouth to in the past several months knew just how excited she was about this classroom.Â
Maya was practically itching to talk about it and luckily for her, Nat came in the day that she got the keys to her classroom.Â
She found herself waving Nat down as soon as she walked in through the door. Maya didnât even wait for her to take a seat before opening her mouth. âSo Iâve been hoarding a lot of stuff for the new classroom--âÂ
Nat laughed. âYeah, I helped you pick out more than half of it.âÂ
Maya stopped in her tracks and slapped on a comical pout. âNat⌠You know itâs for the childrenâŚâÂ
âYeah, of course. For the children,â she smiled back to Maya, only pausing to talk to MJ, letting her know she just wanted her usual coffee and pastry.Â
Maya grinned from ear to ear, waiting for Natâs shoulders to square back to herâs. âAnyways! I got my keys today and I was thinking, well-- Now, I know that this is kind of, you know⌠our spot, BUT I was wondering if you were free for the rest of the day? I was thinking, we could, maybe, caffeinate and you could help me move everything into my new classroom, maybe?âÂ
Maya knew asking this was a bit of a longshot, hence all the rambling. It was never verbally spoken, but she knew that Nat, Steve and everyone from Avengersâ tower knew not to make real connections outside of their small circle. And Maya wasnât stupid by any means, she knew that it made sense. She always thought about it long and hard, understanding that getting close to anyone who wasnât super human, anyone that wasnât capable of truly defending themselves was, in a way, selfish of them. Maya continued to make arguments in her head about how Nat wouldnât have let herself get close to her, and that she wouldnât joke about her and Steve if that was really the case. This only confused her more if anything, but nonetheless, she kept her fingers crossed because she genuinely considered Nat to be her friend.Â
Nat paused for a moment, and Maya could see her genuinely weighing out her options as Natâs head tilted back and forth. Then, her head dropped between her shoulders and her hand came up to rub the back of her neck. âYou know what? Yeah. I just had some training scheduled with Steve but moving things is a work out, right? Actually, should I ask him if he wants to help us out?âÂ
Maya exhaled a bit and took a moment to process her answer-- in the end she couldnât help but smile. âYes! Oh my God, thank you! And, yeah, I was going to ask if he could help anyways because I have some heavy furniture that I need to be brought into my classroom. The chair and desk that the school left for me just donât make the cut you know?â She was still rambling, but more so because of her excitement than her anxiety now. âAnd with his help, we can knock it all out sooner! As thanks, maybe I can make you guys dinner tonight? Or another night?âÂ
Her friend couldnât help but laugh a bit at her ability to get so many words out in one breath. Before responding, Nat pulled out her phone. âHold on. Let me call Steve first.âÂ
Nat was on the phone for maybe a minute, only pausing to confirm which school.Â
âMidtown Sci and Tech. Itâs in Queens,â Maya grinned, only getting more and more excited by the minute.Â
Nat nodded, âMidtown Tech⌠Yeah, in Queens⌠Yeah, Iâm sure thatâs fine! Also, steal Happyâs SUV-- thereâs some furniture youâll be moving⌠Awesome, see you in a bit.â Then a click and the phone call ended.Â
âSteve said Buckyâs coming along. I hope you donât mind.âÂ
Mayaâs brain nearly short circuited. Itâs not that she minded but she felt a bit blind sided, especially having only met him once prior for less than the duration of a commercial break.Â
Despite this she reminded herself to smile. âOh! Oh yeah, thatâs fine! I guess I need all the help that I can get.âÂ
MJ called out Natâs name, leaving her coffee and pastry on the counter.Â
Nat stood up and grabbed her order, simultaneously asking, âDo you want to get another coffee before we start loading stuff up? The guys wonât be here for 20 minutes probably. Steve has to choose between two dozen different white t-shirts.âÂ
They both laughed.Â
âNo thanks, we can just head up now. I have a few last minute things to pack before we start loading the cars. Thanks again, Nat. I really do appreciate it.âÂ
âItâs no problem. Lead the way!â And with that, Maya and Nat made their way out of the coffee shop and directly into the door to the left of the cafe entrance, which opened up to a staircase that led directly to Mayaâs front door.Â
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The two girls spent the next 20 minutes packing up the last couple of boxes and were already loading a few into Mayaâs car by the time Steve and Bucky pulled into the spot right behind Mayaâs blue Toyota.Â
âHey, short stack,â Steve greeted Maya, holding the door open for her and Nat to walk back up to the apartment.Â
âSup, gramps,â Maya teased, stepping through the door, closely followed by Nat, then Steve, then Bucky.Â
Once they got up the stairs, it was Maya that held the door open for everyone to file in. As they did, she realized just how small it was. The mere height and broadness of Steve and Bucky made the previously vast space feel tiny very suddenly.Â
The studio was made up of one large rectangle and a door that led to the bathroom.Â
As you walked in through the door, the kitchen appeared to the left. You could only see where it ended distinctly because of the dining table, which was scattered with filing boxes overflowing with books that Maya had been hoarding nearly her entire life.Â
Past the dining table was the entertainment stand, which was really just a short, long bookshelf where she stored her personal books, movies and CD collection. It was also home to a dozen or so personal journals that Maya refused to leave at her parentsâ house out of sheer paranoia.Â
Opposite to the television was an old leather couch and a small, pale wooden coffee table sat in between the two. Both the couch and coffee table were stacked with more books and a few more boxes dedicated to student freebies, desk supplies, as well as classroom decorations. And leaning against the wall were the boxes holding all the unassembled furniture Maya previously made the UPS man haul up the stairs similarly to the way she was going to make Steve and Bucky lug them back down.Â
Just to the right of the television was the door to the bathroom and to the right of that was a massive wooden wardrobe. Across from the wardrobe sat Mayaâs full sized bed, which looked mighty comfortable with the abundance of pillows alongside a questionable amount of stuffed animals for a fully grown and independent woman.Â
The desk was a hybrid nightstand, as it was pressed up against the wall and sandwiched between the bed and the couch. And as for the walls, miscellaneous things were hanging up and a photo collage above the desk was in the works.Â
Maya had to take a moment to understand how her apartment would look from a newcomers perspective for the first time and she grew a little embarrassed. After taking a breath she internally hoped that they wouldnât make any comments about the state of her living space.
Steve and Bucky took this time to look around for themselves.Â
And Steve was quite impressed. âNice set up! Is it just you?âÂ
âYup! Just me! I was thinking about getting a cat or something. I had a lot of pets growing up and just having the company would be really nice.â
A smile was almost immediately slapped across Steveâs face, âOoooohhhh! Thereâs a great adoption place Bucky and I have volunteered at. Itâs not far from here, actually. We can bring you another time, huh Buck?âÂ
Bucky nodded, hands shoved in his pockets, âYeah. We could do that.âÂ
Maya took this moment to finally greet Bucky, âYeah, thatâd be great actually! Also, thank you James, for coming to help.âÂ
Her words were short and sweet because she barely let him get out a nod and a âNo problemâ before giving directions.Â
âOkay, if you guys could take all the big furniture and bigger boxes of books on the couch to the SUV, that would be amazing! Nat and I will handle the rest of the stuff in the kitchen and the smaller boxes on the couch. Then, weâll head to Midtown.âÂ
After brief nods the guys got to work right away and Nat grabbed another one of the boxes cluttering the dining table before making her way downstairs again.Â
It only really took fifteen minutes for the four of them to finish packing up the cars. This mostly had to do with the fact that Bucky and Steve didnât need help lugging boxes of books down the stairs. Nor did they need breaks after several times up and down the stairs, unlike Maya.Â
Once the boxes all trickled out, Maya smiled at the cleaner state of her apartment. After a moment she grabbed the building and classroom keys out of her desk drawer, double checked her bag and did some last minute grabs. Half a dozen locks later, sheâs meeting the other three downstairs by the cars.Â
âYou guys know how to get there right?â Maya asked Steve before thinking long and hard about whether sheâd forgotten anything.Â
He nodded before pushing the button to close the trunk to the SUV. âYeah, Iâm pretty sure. Weâll be right behind you anyways.âÂ
âAw, no racing?â Nat taunts him.Â
âNot like you stand a chance,â Bucky retorts.Â
âIs that so, James?â Maya asks, mostly joking. She realizes, quickly though, that her competitive side is what gives her the courage to speak to Bucky in such a tone.Â
âItâs not even a question, sweetheart.â Bucky laughs, before patting the top of her carâs hood. âLetâs just get a move on, yeah?âÂ
âThey just know they would have lost,â Nat sneers before climbing into the passenger seat of Mayaâs car.Â
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Itâs on the drive there that Nat directly asks Maya about her potential relationship with Steve: âAre you sure? You wouldnât even give poor Stevie a chance?âÂ
Maya canât help but blush in response. âItâs not Steve. I would be interested, yeah but-- I donât know. I donât feel anything romantic for Steve for whatever reason. I mean, heâs great! And I love being around him, but I just feel like heâs a great best friend, good brother type. You know?âÂ
Nat huffed a bit. âI just think that you guys would be great together. You already get along so well and have a lot in common. It just feels really obvious to me.âÂ
âSometimes the obvious path isnât always the right one.âÂ
âDid you just quote a Pixar film to me?âÂ
âNat you realize that you didnât even skip a beat; you knew exactly what I was quoting.âÂ
âOh hush, Steveâs the one that made me watch it!âÂ
âIn any case, donât get your hopes up. OR Steveâs! I donât want things to be weird with him just because you think weâre cute together.âÂ
Nat canât help but roll her eyes. âJust keep an open mind, yeah?âÂ
Maya presses her lips together and nods. âOf course.âÂ
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MCUAU-RP
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REALITY IN MOTION :: QÂ âSUITâ PROCTOR
he knew nat didnât mean anything by the nickname, but it brought back memories he wished so badly to forget. qâs pantsuits were a part of her, one of her defining traits really. he just as much fell in love with them as he had fallen in love with her.Â
besides the memories that were tinged gray with sadness, the casual mention of the endearing, yet almost teasing nickname caused a sour taste to form in steveâs mouth. something he hadnât tasted since bucky fell off the train.
like if heartbreak had a flavor.Â
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⥠FC Bayern players as MCU characters
| Manuel Neuer as Captain America/Steve Rogers
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Rules were made.... Ch2
Summary: It had taken everything in her to walk away, but she did. She could ignore a lot but the last time was the last time. Bucky had cheated before but there was always a reason to justify it. As soon as she couldnât find a reason why, no, another excuse to stay, she didnât.
Words: 3600+
Warnings: Nothing much. Light female masturbation
Pairing: Mob!Bucky x Reader (who I call Maggie, Mags or Magdalene because I donât like Y/N)
Previous Chapter
You said nothing in to car. A few hmmâs and uh huhâs to keep the conversation going as Oliver carried the load talking about how he had enjoyed the wedding and the people he had spoken to. Oliver was a doctor and he took every opportunity to network. You did a bit of the same thing but not for business. You were just social, you had never met a stranger in your life. Â You treated every one and every conversation like a friend. Â But he was sweet. He didnât press you and took your words at face value when you said you didnât feel well.
As you pulled into the parking garage he squeezed your hand. âWhy donât you go take a hot shower and Iâll make you some hot tea.â He pulled into the garage and put the car in park. He turned his body to face yours and brushed the back of his hand on your cheek and looked into your eyes. âIs there anything else you need?â
He was perfect.  He always said the right thing and did the right thing. He was 6��2â and muscular. Worked out more than anyone with his work schedule should allow. Dark blonde hair, chiseled biceps, and just the right amount of scruff. Like, all the time. Not too short, not too long.  It was almost Disney prince status perfection. He was witty, and kind. She should tell him to stay.  Maybe invite him into the shower. Wrap your body around him in the bed and make him stay all night.
âI would love soup. From that ramen place down on 3rd. I know itâs a little far. And Iâm not even sure Iâll want it by the time You get back. I donât know.â You hesitated as your voice trailed off and your eyes fell to look at the center console.
âAt last youâre honest.â He smirked, and god was it sexy. âI donât mind, really, even if you donât eat it. Its less than 20 minutes away and I want to call and check on my mom. She hasnât been feeling well the last day or two. I hope youâre not catching what she has. She hasnât left the bed.â He leaned in and kissed your forehead. âGo take your shower and Iâll be back as soon as I can.â
You smiled slightly and got out the car. Shutting the door you blow him a kiss through the window before walking over to the elevator. You let out a long breath after the doors closed. Why were you letting him affect you like this? He didnât even speak to you. You left. You were in control and you walked away the way you wanted to, like a boss. But, god! the way he looked at you. Like he could taste you. Like every inappropriate though in the world was running through his head. At least half of those thought were provided by you and the nasty things you were thinking about him.
NO! Stop thinking about him. You unlocked the door to your loft and walked towards the bedroom starting to undress. Rules were made. Well Dua Lipa made rules which you played on repeat for months after you finally broke it off for good. You walked into the bathroom and turned on your iPod. It was childish you knew but it really had helped you stay strong when you left. I mean everyone had a break up song right? You remembered when you mom divorced your dad and she listened to Cherâs Life After Love on repeat all day every day for almost a year. Â You turned the shower on and it misted up the bathroom. Â There was a very high tech shower system in your apartment. Spa features, 4 shower heads, diffuser, a bench, it doubled as a sauna. You turned the setting to steam the room as you finished undressing and the music started.
You step in singing along. âOne.  Donât pick up the phone you know heâs only calling cause heâs drunk and alone. Two. Donât let him in youâll have to kick him out again. Three donât be his friendâŚ.â Your mind started to wander. Trying not to think about him AND singing about him gave you zero results.
You rushed out the coffee shop with your tea, yoga mat under your arm, turning, trying to get out the door. Â You got this. Fifteen minutes till your new yoga class started. You were new to this side of town but excited. You had moved out of your parentsâ house and were on your own. Sure you let them pay for your new place but it was all yours on the other side of town. They had money. Crime money. It used to bother you when you were younger but the more you grew up and saw some of the good that could come from it, it didnât bother you so much. You werenât really a part of that world anyway. You had gone to school with other kids from the same types of families and they were in and out of the house from time to time. Other than that you were completely detached from all of it, except accepting the money of course.
You ran into a chair and when you looked up to put it back and apologize you saw a familiar face from high school.
âJAMES!â you practically squealed, you voice coming out much louder than you intended. âOh my gosh. How have you been? I havenât seen you in years. Well, 6 years to be exact. Maybe less, I think we saw each other a couple times after graduation.â Your smile was big. You always got more excited than you intended when things like this happened. Well really when anything happened that you liked. It was hard for you to keep it on the inside. It was one of the things you didnât really like about yourself. You came on too strong and not everyone liked that.
He just stayed sitting at the table looking up at you and you just kept talking. He opened his mouth invite you to stay. âDo you want t-â
âDo you live over here? I just moved to this side of town. Thatâs so weird to find you here.â Your yoga mat unrolled under your arm. You looked down at it. âuh! I feel like such a klutz lately.â You laughed and set your drink down to roll you mat back up, thatâs when you looked down at your watch.
âCrap. Hey I gotta go. I have a yoga class starting in like 5 minutes. It was so great seeing you. Text me and we can get together. I donât have much going on since Iâm new around here just yoga every Monday Wednesday and Friday, but I canât wait to catch up. You leaned in and kissed his cheek as you rushed off.
You got set up and started in your yoga class and when you were letting your mind wander you thought about the conversation you just had. You had always thought James was cute in high school but damn growing up looked good on him. And you spazzed out. Of course you did. AND you told him to text you, as if he still had your number. Had he ever had your number? What. A. Dork.
You smiled at yourself. Pressed your hands on the tile and leaning in until your forehead touched the cool ceramic as the hot water ran over your body. The song had changed. Thank god. That song was torture at this point. You grabbed your loofa and added soap. You started rubbing it against your skin running it over your arms and down you breast stimulating your nipples. You closed your eyes and Buckyâs body flashed into your thoughts. His chest. You bit your lower lip and kept running the soap over your body, up and down your legs as his arms flashed into your brain. One flesh and toned and large; the other shaped the same but metal. A moan slipped out of your mouth as you dropped the loofa when fingers found your clit and you began rubbing in rhythmic stride. Your body fell back onto the wall and tensed arching your back when the cold tile hit flesh. Your free hand ran up the side of your body and groped your breast pulling at your nipple to make it hard again as you quickened you pace. Fuck you missed him. His arms around you, in your hair pulling it. The way he smiled into a kiss with you. Your ass ached to feel him smack it while he drove into you endlessly. The way his eyes bore into you when he was on top. The feel of his metal hand fingering you. Your orgasm tipped over the edge and your legs locked as you rode it out slowing your pace as you finished.
The shower was hot. Much hotter than it had been minutes ago. Almost all of the soap had been washed off your body. You turned the faucet cooler and started rinsing the conditioner out of your hair when Oliver stepped into the bathroom.
âHey baby Iâm back. Did you still want this soup or should I put it in the fridge?â
âLeave it out. Iâm getting out now and Iâm ravenous.â You stepped out of the shower and put a towel around you. Oliverâs arm found their way around your body too and he ran his hand up and down your back pulling you into him and kissing the top of your head.
âI was worried about you. You never get sick suddenly like that. You sure everythingâs ok? Did the shower help?â
You kept your arms tucked to your chest and let him keep holding you without hugging back. You loved being held more than holding back. âYeah baby. I think Iâm a lot better now, just hungry.â You looked up, wrapped a hand behind his neck and pulled him in for a kiss.
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Bucky climbed into his car alone. He had come alone, why wouldnât he leave alone. He had been alone for months now. He had gone to this wedding knowing, no hoping, you would be there too. When he agreed to help one of his âbusiness partnerâsâ niece secure âthe wedding venue she had dreamed of her whole lifeâ. The name had rung bell and he hoped it was because she was friend or at least acquaintance of yours and that you would be there. It was thin, he knew, but he had stopped calling and texting when you hadnât once responded that way. You quit your yoga class and didnât go to your favorite coffee shop. With that he had run out of excuses to get himself in front of you. He used the excuse of a head count for the owner to get a look at the guest list. Thatâs when he found your name with a verified plus one after it.
He had stressed for over a week what to wear. He felt like a girl in a bad teen romcom. He asked the shop girl several times how he looked and insisted she bring three other sales women over to verify what she stated, that he had chosen the best one and it fit his body perfectly, (âand that he looked tasty enough to eatâ one had whispered walking away with a giggle).
He showed up late so that you wouldnât be able to see him before he was ready. He heard you laugh the second he walked in the room. He swallowed hard and it hurt moving down his throat but he put one foot in front of the other and moved toward you. He still couldnât figure out what he was going to say to you once he closed in. Luckily someone was in the middle of a story so he seamlessly moved into the crowd of people listening, directly across from you. He stepped in the circle and saw all of you for the first time and his body forgot to keep breathing. When his body did catch up to his brain and start working correctly again it was just in time to answer some gushing fan. He was still at a loss of what to say to you when he turned to you but it didnât matter you never gave him a chance to speak when you walked off wordlessly.
He excused himself quickly and moved at a steady pace trying to catch up to you without drawing attention to himself by running. By the time he got to the door you were already down the hall wrapping your arm into another manâs arm, whispering in his ear, and walking away. His stare pressed on, soaking up every second of you that he could put his eyes on. Then, you turned, locked eyes with him briefly, to make sure he was looking, then kept walking on. âYes!â he mumbled under his breathe like a middle school boy and grinned as he turned to walk to his car. Â It was still early in the night so he went to the one place he always went to when he wanted to escape these days, the coffee shop.
It was barely autumn and the weather hadnât turned yet. He walked in and the girl behind the count smiled at his presence and simply asked, âHot or cold tonight, Mr. Barnes?â
He leaned on the counter and looked outside at all the empty tables, let out a deep breathe, unclenched his lips and turned back to the girl. âHot I guess, but Iâll sit inside. And Iâve told you to call me Bucky. And darling, thatâs not an offer I extend to many people so you should feel privileged.â He added with a lighthearted grin and winked when she handed him his coffee, a vanilla single shot latte, because it was late. âThanks doll, you know me so well.â he smiled again as he paid her with a fifty and walked over to the lounge chair in the corner, not looking back once. He was always such a flirt, especially when you were on his mind.
He pulled the paper back copy of The Once and Future King out of his back pocket, sat down, and stared at the pages, sipping his latte. He wanted to read, even though he had read this particular book more than a dozen time. He wanted to read because that had always been his escape. In school or when he could stand the things that went on in his house. When he was at war, and constantly in the hospital after he lost his arm in an explosion. And when his father had asked him, begged him, to take over the business when he got sick.
He did it the right way. His father really was a fair man. He had given him plenty of time to think it over. Given him options if he didnât want to. Told him his desires but never forced them on him. No, in the end it had been Buckyâs decision to step up and be the head of it all. He stared out into the court yard in front the coffee shop and thought of that day.
His dad looked bad that morning. He called him into the office he had at the house mid-morning. When Bucky walked in he was in the middle of a coughing fit that had turned his face a reddish grey, but he waved Bucky in and gestured for him to sit down. He quickly stepped into the adjacent bathroom to wipe his mouth and was back out again.
âJames.â He said but it sounded nothing like the voice that had been calling on him for over 20 years. He closed his eyes briefly and let out a long sigh. âI hate to bother you again and I know I said I would give you time but sitting behind this desk and dealing with all off theseâŚâŚthings.â He waved his hands over the papers on his desk. âIt tires me out more than I let on. I fought most of my life to get to the top and here I am, but Iâm done and Iâm tired and I need to know if itâs not going to be you, I need to figure out who.â
Bucky sank his head. If you had asked him growing up if he ever wanted to take up the head of the family he would not hesitate to tell you no. He was smart enough. He had a low enough moral compass to not be guilted by the deeds he would have to partake in. He was tough and after what he had seen and done overseas he had enough cruelty in him to withstand almost anything. What he didnât have was a passion for it. For any of it, or anything really. Thatâs why he ran off and joined the war. He knew it was cliche but getting out was the only way of getting away from it. It had changed him though, in ways he hadnât expected. Being a part of a team. Men he had never met before and trusting them with his life and theirs to him. It built in him the sense of family that his father had always gone on and on about and that he had never understood.
âYes, sir. I understand.â He lifted his head to meet his fatherâs eyes. âGive me three more days. I will have an answer for you before Thursday.â
His father opened his mouth to answer but started coughing again. He held a handkerchief to his mouth and nodded his head as he used his hand to shoo Bucky out of the room. Bucky closed the door behind himself. He ran up to his room, grabbed a book and left the house.
He drove for a long while to the other side of town. He wanted to think, really think without any interruptions or anyone noticing him. He found a small coffee shop with some tables outside a few blocks off the main street with little foot traffic. He ordered a latte and went outside to read. He hadnât been reading for ten minutes when a clumsy girl ran into the chair opposite of him.
By the time he looked up she was already apologizing and rambling on when he recognized her face the same time she did his. When he opened his mouth to answer one of her questions she just kept talking, somewhat louder than necessary. He remembered her from high school. Â She was beautiful then but no words came to him that would do justice in discribing her beauty. In a word she was absolutely breath taking. Like literally. All he could think was it was a good thing she never shut up because he had no words in return. He wanted to tell her how beautiful she was right then. Maybe she would stay if he did. And if she stayed then he could keep her and look at her always and with perfect beauty next to him always he could never go down a dark path. âSay it stupid. But be a man about it. Smooth and confident.â He mind was working over time trying to listen to you and get his own brain to make words good and fix his face so that he looked handsome. He finally opened to mouth to let the words out when he heard you telling him to text him and kissed him on the cheek as you rushed away.
He sat there dumbfounded staring in your direction slightly heartbroken because he knew he didnât have your phone number. Why would he? What were you thinking just walking away? He shook his head and laughed out loud a little. Only a creeper would have kept your number after 6 years.
His eyes burned when he finally blinked. How long had he kept them open? He looked over at the barista wiping off the table next to him.
âHowâs your book?â she asked with a smile.
âIâve read it before, but good.â
âI know. Well, I know that youâve read it before. Not if itâs good, Iâve never read it. Maybe you could read some to me some time.â She smiled deeply at him then bit her own lip, looking at him hopefully.
âMaybe some other time darlinâ. But not tonight.â He stood up and walked past her brushing her arm. âThanks again.â And he winked at her before he walked out the door. This was always how it started. Some young cute girl would flirt with him and he wouldnât shut it down. Then they would try harder and he liked the attention. He was confident in who he was but something broken in him craved the attention of strangers. Then he would have a bad run with things at work or something would fall through and he would rush into whatever desperate girl he was stringing along at the time and fuck her loose then never return or see her again. It was sick and anonymous and somehow you always found out. But right now he was trying to get you back. He should walk right back into the shop and tell the girl it was never going to happen but he just kept walking to his car. Hard as a rock by the time he got there.
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