#mom's weekend and the winter soldier

[jojolu]

Chapter 6!!

[spiderbun]

I just want to die happily sandwiched between bucky barnes and dick grayson is that too much to ask for 🥲

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Cute In Your Uniform » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: DBF!Beefy Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky thinks Y/N looks cute in her new cheer uniform.

Warnings: Fluffy ending, Smut (18+), language, age gap (reader is in her early 20s), mentions of alcohol, secret relationship, kissing, hickeys, unprotected sex, daddy kink, metal arm kink, praise kink, Bucky’s dog tags and red henley, use of pet names

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

You were embraced in a hug by your mom the second you walked through the door. You decided to visit your parents for the weekend.

“How are you, sweetie? Me and your dad haven’t seen you since the beginning of January.” Your mom says.

“I’m doing good.” You tell her. “The cheer team got new uniforms.” You say.

“Put it on! I want to see what it looks like!” She says with excitement.

You went upstairs to your bedroom and changed into your new cheer uniform. You looked in the mirror and ran your hands over it to smooth it out. You went back downstairs to show your mom.

“What do you think, mom?” You asked, giving your mom a little spin.

“I love it! You look so pretty in it! Go show your dad.” She says.

“Where is he?” You asked.

“Outside with Bucky.” She says.

Blush crept up on your cheeks. Let’s just say that you have a huge crush on your dad’s best friend.

“Hi dad!” You say, walking outside.

Your dad turned around, smiling when he seen you. He stood up and gave up a big hug, picking you up in the process, making you squeal.

“I can’t believe you’re home!” Steve putting you down. “Is this your new cheer uniform?” He asks.

“Yes. Do you like it?” You asked.

“I don’t like that it’s showing off a lot of skin, but you look beautiful in it.” He says.

On the other hand, Bucky couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. You glanced at him to see him licking his lips.

“What do you think of my new cheer uniform, Mr. Barnes?” You asked.

“I think you look cute in your uniform, doll.” Bucky says, biting his lower lip and completely forgetting that Steve was right next to you.

“Stop staring at my daughter like that, jerk.” Steve says, glaring at his best friend.

“Sorry.” Bucky mumbles, taking a sip of his beer. “Your dad is right. It does show a lot of skin, but you do look beautiful in it.” He says.

“Thank you, Bucky.” You say, blushing uncontrollably.

“Sit down with us, sweetheart.” Steve says.

You sat down in a chair across from Bucky. Bucky reached in the cooler between him and Steve, handing you a beer.

“Bucky!” Steve scolds.

“What? She’s almost 23. She can have alcohol.” Bucky says, leaning back in his chair.

“He’s not wrong, dad.” You say, opening the beer and took a sip.

Steve playfully rolled his eyes at you and Bucky. You told your dad and Bucky about how you’re doing in your college classes and how well you’re doing in cheer.

“Steve, honey? We need to leave in a little bit if we’re going to make those reservations.” Your mom says to your dad.

“You guys are going on a date?” You asked.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I know you just got home, but we’ll spend the day together tomorrow. We can do whatever you want.” Steve says, kissing the top of your head.

“Ok. Have fun on your date.” You say, giving him and your mom a smile.

“You leaving, Buck?” He asks Bucky.

“I’m gonna stay. I don’t want Y/N to be alone her first night home in a while.” Bucky says, taking a sip of his beer.

“Ok. See you later.” He says, leaving.

You and Bucky were all over each other the second your parents left.

“I fucking missed this.” Bucky breathes.

“Me too.” You say against his lips.

You two pulled away from each other, looking deep in each other’s eyes. You stood up and walked to the door, motioning with your finger for him to follow you inside. Bucky was hot on your heels as he followed you to your bedroom. You closed and locked the door behind you. You grabbed the chain of Bucky’s dog tags and pulled him down for a hungry kiss. Bucky’s hands found their way to your waist, pulling you against his body. His hands left your waist to roam your body, stopping on your ass cheeks and gave them a squeeze, making you gasp.

“This uniform is making me go fucking crazy, babydoll.” Bucky says breathlessly.

“Now you know how I feel when you’re wearing these damn henleys.” You say, licking your lips and admired his muscular form in the red henley.

Bucky playfully spanked your ass before sitting down on your bed. You sat on his lap, straddling him. His bulge pressed against your pussy through your wet panties.

“Who knows…” You start, kissing his neck. “Maybe I’ll let you fuck me in it after a game.” Your teeth nipped on his skin, hard enough to mark him up. “I’ll be all hot and sweaty.” You whispered in his ear.

“Don’t fucking tease me, doll.” Bucky growls, smacking your ass. “Take this off before I rip it off.” He orders.

You kiss him once more before getting off his lap. You pulled your cheer top over your head and dropped it on the floor. You turned around and reached your hands behind you to unzip your cheer skirt. You pulled it down your legs, bending down in the process to give Bucky an amazing view of your ass. You turned back around and reached your hands behind your back, unclasping your bra and letting it fall to the floor. You pulled your wet panties down your legs and playfully threw them at Bucky. He caught them and shoved them into the pocket of his jeans.

“It’s your turn to get naked, daddy.” You say.

You got on the bed as Bucky stood up. You watched as he took off his henley and dropped it on the floor. Your eyes fell upon the bulge in his boxers. You licked your lips at the sight of it.

“Is this what you want, doll face?” Bucky asks, referring to his cock.

“Mmm yes, daddy.” You hummed, biting your bottom lip.

Bucky took his boxers off. His cock hard and leaking with precum. He wrapped his right hand around his cock and pumped it as he got on the bed in between your spread legs.

“Tell me, babydoll…” Bucky starts. “You let any of those college boys touch what’s mine?” He asks.

“No, daddy. I’m yours.” You answered.

“That’s fucking right. You’re mine.” He says, almost growling.

Bucky rubbed his cock through your wetness. You moaned when his tip bumped your clit. He lined his cock at your tight entrance and slowly slid it inside of your pussy, inch by inch.

“Fuck…” Bucky groans. “It’s been a while since I fucked this tight pussy.” He says, watching as his cock disappeared into your pussy.

Bucky gave you a moment to let you adjust to his size since it’s been a while since you two have had sex. He leaned down and kissed your lips sweetly. You gave him the ok to start thrusting. He pulled out almost all the way, only leaving his tip inside of you and then thrusted back inside of you in a fast thrust.

“I fucking missed you.” Bucky says, followed by a moan.

“I missed you more.” You moaned.

“Yea?” He breathes. “Tell me how much you missed me.” He says.

“I missed having your lips on mine.” You started. “I missed- oh fuck! I missed the way your body feels against mine. The way your tongue feels on my pussy and the way you fuck me.” You say and moaned.

“I missed all of that too, babydoll.” Bucky starts. “Especially the feeling of your pussy wrapped around my cock.” He says.

Bucky leaned down and kissed along your neck, his teeth biting down hard enough to mark you up. His stubble scratched against your skin in a way you love so much. You moaned when you felt the cool metal of his dog tags touch your hot skin. You spread your legs wider and arched your back in pleasure, your chest touching his. This created a new angle for Bucky. His cock was able to go deeper and hit your sweet spot at just the right angle.

“Oh daddy! Fuck yes!” You moaned.

Your hands found their way to his back, your nails digging in his skin and leaving red scratch marks.

“You know…” Bucky starts and moans. “The night you sent me that picture of you in your panties and my shirt…” He pauses to moan. “I was tempted to drive up there and go to your dorm and fuck you.” He says.

You remember that night quite well. You and Bucky were texting and you decided to tease him a little by sending him a picture of you in your panties and his shirt.

Bucky kissed his way up your neck and jaw, finally reaching your lips and kissing you sloppy. His tongue slid past your parted lips, exploring every part of your mouth. You placed one of your hands on the back of his head to intensify the kiss. Your fingers tugged at the long strands of his hair. Bucky’s metal hand found its way to your clit and began rubbing it in circles. Your pussy squeezed around his cock, making him moan.

“You’re gonna make me cum if you keep doing that.” Bucky pants, leaning his forehead against your shoulder.

Bucky sat back on his knees and spread your legs more, watching as his cock disappeared inside of your pussy, covered in your wetness. He then put your legs over his shoulders and grasped onto the head and started thrusting harder, his dog tags dangling above your face.

“Look at that.” He breathes, glancing down at where the two of you are connected. “Taking my cock like the good girl I know you are.” He praises.

A moan left your lips when he called you a good girl.

“You like that, huh? You like being my good girl, don’t you, babydoll?” He asks.

“Mhmm yes!” You moaned. “I’m gonna cum!” You felt your orgasm building up. “Please let me cum.” You begged.

“Come for daddy, doll.” Bucky pants, rubbing your clit faster.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you came, a loud moan left your lips. Bucky came inside of you soon after you came. He thrusted a few more times before pulling out and laying down next to you.

“That was amazing.” Bucky says breathlessly.

“Yea.” You say in agreement.

You moved closer to him and laid your head on his chest, your fingers playing with his dog tags.

“I hate keeping our relationship a secret.” You say.

“I know, doll. Me too.” Bucky says.

After a while, you and Bucky got dressed and went downstairs to watch a movie. Your parents came home soon after, making a beeline for their bedroom.

“You guys might want to turn the TV up.” Steve says as him and your mom went upstairs.

“Gross.” You mumbled, turning the TV up.

“Looks like they had a fun date night.” Bucky says, wrapping his arm around you and pulled you against his side.

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-Bucky’s Doll

[nickfowlerrr]

Would you rather:

Walk in on dbf!Lee pleasuring himself to your pictures or have Bucky go into Winter Soldier mode while he’s fucking you 💞

it's no secret

pairing: dbf!lee bodecker x curvy!reader

warnings: 18+ only. reader is at minimum 25 but there's still an age gap. male masturbation. unprotected smut. lee being referred to as "daddy". honestly not as nasty as i was originally imagining this to be, and not as forbidden as most dbf tropes should probably be lol sorry.

words: 3.7k

notes: i was gonna say bucky, i really was, but then i got to thinking, and suddenly my fingers got to typing, and now here we are lol. pls enjoy.

thank you in advance for reading! comments and reblogs are always welcome and so appreciated.

You were essentially blackmailed into coming along on this weekend trip to the family cabin by your dad. A promise that he wouldn't tell your mom about your holiday plans, and how they didn't involve you coming home this year, in exchange for your presence on this "family" trip. 

Unfortunately, your father failed to mention the last minute change of plans that included a few more people than you were prepared for staying at the cabin with you. 

Your room was yours, but all the other ones were now taken by family friends; some you knew, and some you'd only just met. As annoyed as you were at the number of people around, the presence of one in particular kept you from loading up your car and faking a work emergency to head back to your apartment in the city.

Lee Bodecker was a relatively new friend of your dad's, but his impression was lasting to say the least.

He was tall and thick, had a strong jaw and sharp cheekbones, gorgeous blue eyes and the beginnings of crow's feet around them that only added to his attractiveness; you couldn’t deny that his age and respectability were part of what held your attention. His chestnut hair was dark with gray that shone through around his hairline and the badge he wore on his belt caught your eye, too. A sheriff. Hm. He had this air about him, this unspoken confidence and a powerful, authoritative presence that had you just a little more than interested in the man.

You had met a few weeks back at your dad's birthday party. He had caught you staring at him from across the room as he spoke to a group of people crowded around him, while you were sitting on the couch alone, nursing your soda and watching the party go on around you.

You hadn’t meant to stare, didn't even realize you were, until his sapphire eyes met yours. The twitch of a smirk playing on his lips as he returned your gaze sent a thrill up your spine, but you simply looked away, taking a sip from your drink as you crossed your legs and got more comfortable on the sofa.

You felt his eyes on you for a moment longer before the heavy weight of his gaze fell away. It wasn't long after that that a heavy weight soon fell next to you on the loveseat. 

Most of the guests, and your parents, were drunk as the party continued all around you, no one paying much of any attention to you or Lee as you sat right up against one another.

You set your drink on the side table before you turned slightly with a raised brow to your unexpected company.

“Hope you don’t mind me comin over, darlin’,” he began easily, “you looked a little lonely sittin here by yourself.”

His arm moved to stretch across the back of the couch, inviting you in closer to him than you already were.

“Did I?” you questioned. “Well, I appreciate you tearing yourself away from your enraptured audience just to offer me some company.”

You and Lee spoke for a long while, his charm effortless, his hand wandering, and that damn lopsided smirk never faltering as he flirted and teased you with fleeting touches… his big, warm palm sliding up your exposed thigh, under the tight material of your dress in a game of chicken until he was reluctantly pulled away from you by the badgering of your dad and his drunken friends, needing Lee to recount the story you were sure they’d all hear a million times by now. 

You had had enough yourself for one night, so adjusted the hem of your dress that would have been riding up your thick thighs regardless, and grabbed your purse and keys.

“Maybe I’ll see you around,” you said as you moved past him to get to your dad first, needing to say your goodbyes to your parents before you left.

“You will,” Lee rumbled in his reply, his voice a little deeper now than it had been earlier as he watched you walk in front of him, the view leaving him licking his lips as he fought to keep his hands to himself.

And he was right. 

You weren’t expecting him to be here this weekend, but you definitely weren’t complaining. 

All day had been spent with you both stealing glances at one another and trying repeatedly to get close, only for someone to come by and ruin any chance you had to even speak. 

It wasn’t until that night that you finally had some alone time with Lee.

Your parents were leading a hike up the mountain to see the stars that everyone wanted to join in on. Everyone but you two.

Lee had said goodnight to the group as they started getting ready to take off while you hung back, making sure everyone had everything they’d need. You helped spray your mom’s friend’s kids with bug repellent and double checked the flashlight batteries on the bigger lights before giving your portable phone charger to your dad, just in case, before the group of them left for their hike.

You were surprisingly giddy as you watched them all take off down the path. You waited a few minutes, making sure no one was gonna change their minds about the long night hike and turn around. You did a quick look around the cabin to ensure it really was just you and Lee and when you were satisfied, you went to your room to change into something more…easily accessible. 

You fussed over your hair needlessly for a minute in the bathroom before adjusting the straps of your night slip.

As you padded down the hallway from your room to the one Lee was staying in, you slowed when you heard noise coming from his direction.

The closer you got, the more the anticipation built as you realized what it was you were hearing.

Lee’s grunts and moans filled the empty hallway and had your pussy fluttering as your heart pounded. You squeezed your thighs together in an attempt to ease the growing desire but it did little to satisfy you as his voice only rose. 

When you were at the door, you realized that it wasn’t completely closed. He’d left it ajar.

You saw the glow of his phone from over his shoulder as he sat on the opposite side of the bed, facing away from the door.

You didn’t have to guess to know what it was he was doing, his fist moving tortuously over his thick cock as he pumped himself. It did surprise you, though, when you made out what it was he was looking at; more aptly, who he was looking at.

You recognized your picture from your private instagram account, the one you kept family off of. It was for your sexier pictures, the ones you didn’t always feel comfortable posting on your main. You’d followed Lee from that account the day after you’d met, your mom had posted a picture from the party and tagged him, among others, in the group pictures, and you took the opportunity as it was presented to you.

You’d messaged each other when you got the spare chance, exchanged numbers, and talked more these past weeks. So much so, you had even told him you were going to be out of town for this trip this weekend. 

The cocky smile he wore when he saw you this afternoon let you know why he hadn’t decided to share that he’d be here too. The look of surprise on your face was exactly what he wanted to see.

He’d tried to set up a time to see you in the time between your meeting and now, but you were always busy when he was free and vice versa. Honestly, a part of him was worried if you knew he’d be here, you would’ve found a way out. 

God, was he wrong. 

You’d been desperate for this man since the night you met him.

As you pushed the door further open, you couldn’t help but admire his form. He was naked as he sat on the edge of the bed, the muscles in his solid back flexing as his strong arm moved up and down while he stroked himself.

You didn’t even realize you were breathing heavier as you inched closer, his moans the only thing you could focus on now.

Lee could sense you coming up behind him, he heard you when you pushed the door open, and now he was really putting on a show for you. He wanted you to know exactly what you did to him, with just a goddamn photo. He wanted you to hear how fucking good you make him feel without even having to have his hands on you. 

You aren’t thinking as you climb onto the bed, crawling closer to him until you're against him entirely. You take a second before you allow your hands to touch him, slipping them up his back, over his shoulders and down his chest as he purrs, leaning back into you.

You’re mesmerized by his movements, his fist pumping over his leaking cock as he keeps his eyes on his phone, your photo taking up the screen as his mind runs wild with all the things he wants to do to you. 

“As good of a picture as that is,” you speak headily in his ear, causing goosebumps to break out over his skin, “I’m sure I can do more for you in person.” You smile as he licks his pink lips, taking his phone from him before gently tossing it up the bed.

“‘Bout damn time,” he responds gruffly, turning to capture your lips in his as he lets go of his cock. He holds your head with one hand as he threatens to consume you with his kiss alone.

He then reaches his arm down and takes you by the waist as he moves to lay down on the bed in the same moment, everything much more hurried now as he urges you to move on top of him.

Lee is completely naked as you straddle him, your night slip raised over your hips to allow the position. 

“Fuck I’ve been picturing you like this since the night of your dad’s party,” he said as his hands moved from your thighs, up your hips, and under the slip to push it up your body further.

“Let’s not talk about my dad right now,” you rasped before you allowed him to raise the slip higher, finally pulling it over your head and tossing it to the side.

“How pissed do you think he’d be if he knew his precious daughter was seconds away from riding his friend’s cock in his own cabin, huh?”

“Lee, please,” you moan with a pout.

He chuckles as he reaches a hand up from your hip to your breasts, pinching a nipple meanly as you whine, moving your hips over his to no avail. He keeps you exactly where he wants you.

“You made me wait, it’s only fair, darlin’,” he smirks, clearly enjoying himself.

“You’re gonna be left waiting even longer if they get back soon,” you try to argue.

“You think I won’t still fuck you if your parents are here?” he asks as he takes hold of his cock again. You move your hips, trying to make it easier for him to position himself as he moves his dripping cockhead up and down your slit. You moan helplessly as he rubs against your clit, leaning over him as you urge him to just put it in already. His tauntings aren’t doing anything to help, either.

You can feel his tip at your entrance as you feel his lips against your ear, 

“Let your dad hear you screamin’ daddy,” he growls as he thrusts into you at last, a wanton moan escaping you as your hands find purchase on his shoulders. 

He growls again as your walls grip his length. He holds you there for a long moment as you adjust to his intrusion, his fingers digging into your fleshy hips.

“God, you feel so good,” you whimper before you begin to move atop him, his hands leading your movements.

Your head falls back in pleasure as you ride him, the way he fills you up, a delight you don’t think you’ve ever experienced. 

Lee watches you with heavy lids, his blue eyes dark with unrestrained lust. He lets you take control as you move your hips over his, chasing your own pleasure as each move stimulates your clit.

He can’t stop himself though, eventually his hips jerk up into you, causing you to clench around him, your hold on him tightening when he begins fucking up into you with abandon.

You fall onto him with a cry as he grips your ass almost painfully.

The first slap he lands is sharp and stings but has your walls gripping his shaft even tighter.

“You like that, baby?” he snickers through a moan as you babble mindlessly, his cock still thrusting into you as his hips never slow.

The second slap burns more than the first but Lee quickly follows it up with his palm massaging the sting gently as you moan meekly.

“Daddy asked you a question, darlin’,” he taunts as his pace slows. The drag of his cock is still long and deep, though. He ensures you feel every inch of him as he slides in and out of your cunt. 

“Yes,” you answer as you pick your hips up and down, wanting it harder.

Another slap has you gasping as you peer up at Lee. Your mouth goes dry at the look in his eyes as his hips stop moving entirely.

“Yes, daddy,” you murmur as you hold his stare.

A growl ripes from his throat at your words as he holds your waist tightly, flipping you so you’re on your back as he hovers above you.

The sight of Lee between your legs sends a new wave of slickness to your pussy as you relax into the bed with a pleasured sigh.

He positions himself at your entrance and slides right in, pulling you closer by your hips as he thrusts into your wet heat.

He groans as he leans over you, looking down at your exposed body.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, you know that?”

You’re stunned at his words. You knew he was attracted to you, duh, but there was something so genuine about the way he said it. It sent a flutter to your belly as you couldn’t do anything but stare back up at him with doe eyes as he fucked you so perfectly.

You reached up and pulled him down to you, crashing your lips into his as your response. He licked into your mouth and you let him dominate the kiss as you followed his lead.

He finally broke it when you were both nearly out of breath. 

“Goddamn perfect,” he husked as he leaned back up, rolling his hips into yours, his cock sliding right against the spot you most wanted to feel him. He groped your breasts, kneading them with his large hand, playing with your nipples as he growled and groaned, his touch and filthy sounds only spurning you on further.

“Lee,” you whimpered, grabbing at him as your walls tightened, that coil in your belly tightening more and more with his every thrust.

“‘M right there, baby. Right there with you,” he huffed, “just a little more.”

“Please,” you breathed, your eyes squeezing tightly as you tried to hold off your orgasm just a little longer, “please, Lee.”

He grunted, hands gripping your hips tight enough to bruise as he fucked your harder, stretching you delightfully. 

“Please come with me, Daddy, please,” you begged, earning a deep thrust and a symphony of sinful noises and curses from the man pounding into you. Another harsh thrust had you nearly squealing as you finally came around his thick length, the hot pleasure shooting through you before crashing down wave after euphoric wave as your body tensed and shook.

Cries of pleasure and his name like a prayer left your lips as your walls milked his cock, his come filling you up as he let himself burst inside of you. The hot, thick ropes of his release hitting your walls had you squeezing him tighter as you whimpered beneath him.

As you began to come down and tried to regulate your breathing, his hand on your face had you opening your eyes before they closed once more as he pressed his swollen lips to yours. The kiss was slow and deep as his hips slowed and stilled against yours while your hands found his face in return, holding him to you. His cock softened and slipped out of you, causing you to murmur into the kiss at the loss of him. He smirked against your lips before he ended it, pressing his forehead to yours instead as you breathed each other in. 

You peered into his eyes as he stared down at you.

There was a softness in his gaze that you swear could’ve had you melting into the mattress right then and there.

He smiled at you and you couldn’t help but return it as you smiled demurely back.

Your thumb mindlessly stroked his cheek before he nuzzled into your touch. Lee let his body lay down next to you on the mattress, holding your hand against his face and pulling your body closer to his with his free hand.

He sighed contentedly as you turned into him. 

“Was the wait worth it?” you asked softly.

He looked to you, squeezing you just a bit tighter, “Well worth it.”

You laughed, “Good. I’m glad. We’ll have to do this again sometime,” you simpered, pushing off of him, turning back to get off the bed.

“Where do you think you’re goin’ sweetheart?” he said, stopping you from leaving.

“What, I can’t stay in here. My mom’ll realize I’m not in my room and freak out. She’s paranoid about me being taken by some mystery monster up here, has been since I was a kid,” you reminisced. 

“Darlin’,” he drawled, rolling over you once again, “I think she already knows you’ve been taken by the monster,”

You laughed as he attacked your neck with kisses, holding you close to him. 

“Oh, and you, Sheriff, you’re the monster?”

“Mhm. Prepared to take her daughter away to his lair. Keep her all to himself,” he murmured against your skin.

“Well, for what it’s worth,” you said, running your fingers through his short hair, “I don’t foresee her putting up much of a fight.”

You could feel his smirk before he pulled away to look you in the eyes once again. 

“I am serious, darlin’. I think she already knows we may be up to something.”

“How would she possibly know that?”

He sighed, turned and layed down next to you again, “I asked your dad for his permission before I tried to ask you out the other week.”

“What? You did?” you asked in disbelief, “and he said yes?”

“I was as shocked as you are,” he smiled. “He asked me the other day at work how it went and when I told him we hadn’t been able to set anything up, he invited me here this weekend.”

“Ah,” all the pieces were connecting now as you let out a breathless chuckle. “Hm.”

“There a problem with that?”

“No,” you shook your head, “no, I just. I don’t normally tell my parents about the people I see until things are, uhm…serious, I guess?... And I mean, this was great, I would absolutely love to do it again,” you smiled, “but, uh, what exactly are we doing? Just so we’re on the same page, so we know where we stand.”

“Sex is great,” he agreed, “but I’d be lyin’ if I said I wasn’t hoping for more.”

“More as in, like, dating?”

He turned to be face to face with you before he spoke, “That was my intention.”

You nodded then, fighting a bigger smile from breaking out across your face. 

“Okay,” as you spoke, you could hear the front door downstairs open. Your eyes went wide as your head shot to the still open door of the room, “Shit. Well for now, I’d prefer my parents not know I desecrated their beloved cabin by getting creampied by their friend in the bed that they paid for,” you whisper ranted as you clamored off the bed and pulled your night slip back on. You were about to rush to the door, trying to beat them up the stairs as Lee sat up and leaned against the headboard, watching you, quite entertained by your frantic state before you stopped in your tracks, turned around and padded back over to him, “I’ll leave my door open, but you’ll have to wait until my parents shut their light off if you want round two,” you whispered, kissing him gently before slipping away just as fast, shutting his door behind you. All he could do was smile, still basking in the afterglow and the idea of what was still to come.

It was an hour later, after your mom had checked in on you - a habit from the past twenty something years since they’d bought the cabin - and their lights went out across the hall, that your bed dipped as Lee quietly crawled in beside you.

His arms wrapped around you, his lips pressed against your ear,

“You said somethin’ bout round two. Much as I loved hearin’ you moan for me, let’s see how quiet you can be for Daddy.”

You whimpered almost inaudibly, but Lee heard it anyway, his large hand coming up to your throat, instantly causing you to get even more wet for him as he squeezed ever so slightly.

“You gonna be a good girl for me, baby?” he prompted, a wicked smirk on his lips as he pressed his boxer cover erection against your bare ass.

Your voice was a pathetic whisper as you pressed back against him,

“Yes, Daddy.”

[abiatackerman]

The winter weekend nights

Event: @levievent "Levi Month 24"

💕Day 21: Post-war: Children💕

Canon universe! Tea shop owner Levi X Doctor Reader! Postwar Levi! Sweet af! Fluff fluff and fluff!!! 1K Words!

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The snows are falling uncontrollably and the wind is chilly enough to freeze anything. But the scene inside the Ackerman Tea shop is different. It's a duplex wooden cabin made very elegantly by the shop owner Levi Ackerman himself.

Rumours say that once he was a strong soldier and his wife was a great doctor in the same military section he used to work for. Some Marley people don't believe it because he is a man who uses a wheelchair and lost his eye and used to serve candies to kids once. Not to mention he serves the most splendid teas and looks so gentle and vulnerable now. Maybe that's just a rumour after all.

Well, the thing doesn't matter actually as long as he serves great teas and his wife works as a kind doctor to them. They don't have any problem with the Ackerman couple or their twins.

The most nosy woman in the neighborhood was thinking this as she looks outside through the window. The Ackerman Tea Shop is invisible due to the heavy rainfall. What's happening there?

As soon as the five year old girl finishes reading her script, you burst into her laughter. She tugs her hair behind her ear shyly, blushing. Her hair is just like you, her eyes dark brown which resembles yours. Though the other features are the same as the "Mysterious Tea Shop Owner Levi Ackerman".

"Mom, why are you laughing? Did I write something wrong?"

You daughter, Lily looks up at you and somehow you stop your laughter. She was currently reading the paragraph she wrote randomly. You both are snuggled up against each other under a warm blanket. You hug her and shaking your head, you caress Lilly's hair.

"Just look at your father and brother. They look alike."

Levi is sitting on the sofa which is settled just in front of you so you all are facing each other. He and his son are sharing another blanket, not cuddling but still sitting close enough to feel each other's warmth. Your son looks just like Levi, just the slightly round shaped face is from you. His behaviours are the same as Levi too. They're both sitting in the same position, hands crossed on chest, one leg is on another. They both even "Tch"s together.

"Stop copying me, dad!"

You son grumbles and Levi looks at him with disbelief.

"You're the one who's copying me, brat!"

Your son sticks his tongue at Levi as you and your daughter laugh at them. Both levi and your son glare at you two to stop laughing but that just fuels your laughter more.

"Ok ok... No arguments!!!! I'll prepare hot chocolate for everyone!!!! Now, kids.... Take your dad to the bedroom!!!!!"

You say and get up from the sofa, removing the blanket. You hiss due the slight cold but your daughter happily jumps and runs to bring her dad's wheelchair. Your son nods and takes off the blanket he and Levi's were wearing and starts to fold it.

Your kids are so well mannered that you can't help but feel proud all the time. Smiling, you walk towards the kitchen to prepare hot chocolate for your kids and tea for Levi. When you're done your kids have already taken Levi to his room and helped him to get into the bed. Your daughter is sitting on Levi's lap as Levi reads a story and your son is leaning on Levi's arm and trying to read with Levi too.

Normally your kids share different rooms but specifically on the winter weekends you four sleep together. It strengthens your bonds and all of you love it. During the cold weather when it's snowing heavily, all of you are on the huge bed, under the warm blankets, cuddling each other.... It's the most favourite moment of the Ackerman family.

"How many Marshmallows, mommy? I want 5!!!!!"

You son pouts and you chuckle, getting into the bed. Just like Levi, he's a mommy's boy.

"Both of you have gotten 5! No worries."

You hand them their hot chocolate and Levi his tea. You've taken a hot chocolate too since you prefer it more than tea.

"Dad's tea tastes horrible. I don't even know why he takes that thing."

Your son complains as Levi sighs. You decide to stay silent about it since it's a topic for Levi to explain.

"Unlike you brats, I didn't have the money to buy hot chocolates and sugar. So I've always been drinking only plain tea which your grandma used to make for me. My tongue has gotten used to the bitter feeling so I can't drink anything sweet."

Levi says calmly as he sips his tea again. Your daughter and son scoots closer to him and Levi's face softens.

"I wish I could meet grandma."

Your son says softly and leans his head on Levi's arm.

"Me too"

Your daughter says softly, sipping her hot chocolate messily.

"Me three"

You say, making the kids chuckle. Levi shakes his head, smiling softly. As all of you finish your drinks and you clean up all the cups, you all lay down on the bed together. Your son and daughter between Levi and you. Just like your son hugs tightly, your daughter hugs Levi in the same way. Slowly four of you start to fall asleep together with a content smile on your faces as the snow keeps falling heavily outside of the cozy "Ackerman" cottage.

[beforeimdeceased]

A GIRL IS MISSING: SMALL TOWN, BIG PROBLEMS 🪰🔎🚬

synopsis: what happens when a young girl goes missing and you volunteer yourself to help find her?

a/n: this is like…i’m trying something new okay! let me know if you want a part 2 i hope you like my experimental mystery/thriller. please give feedback it’s highly appreciated! 🙏🏽

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everyone had gathered at the church on joneston, down the road from the chicken shack. you can’t miss it. everyone had been gathering there for days in the sharp cold of the winter. runny noses and swollen eyes. some crying, some from lack of sleep.

a young girl was missing. that was the headline of the town newspaper for the past 48 hours. missing poster plastered on the front. sweetest smile you’d ever seen.

dina woodward was witty, quick on her feet and excelled in all her classes. graduated from high school and went on to work at the local bakery for her gap year. just saving up for a car. she was in plays, never missed a festival, and lit up every room she walked into. that’s what everybody said. that’s what you wished you could say.

the truth is, you didn’t know her very well. you’d gone to elementary school together but she was bit off and hung out with a different crowd. all the way up till senior year. her friends were the ones with the tear swollen eyes.

ellie williams, her neighbor and girlfriend, had chosen the picture for the missing poster. you talked to her once and the conversation went like, “hey, do you know what time it is?” “2:30.” “thanks.” lined lips, freckled face, smelled like car oil and the cigarettes she pretended not to smoke in the stairwell.

abby anderson, her enemy turned friend, couldn’t even look up. her face was in her hands as she hid her wails. they had gotten into a fight about some miscommunication during lunch one day. threw the whole middle school into a ruckus. team dina and team abby. the brunch moms talked about it on weekends, you’d heard them while you sat off to the side as your mom waited tables. drunk ladies blabbering on about who should apologize first. they ended up settling it after a game of volleyball. real dramatic handshake. some people clapped.

jesse, last name unknown due to you never being awarded the chance of knowing it, was her ex boyfriend and right hand. as an outsider you predicted that it would’ve been messy. the way they’d broken up and she was seen slipping off into dark corners with ellie a few weeks after, but there was no war. no bloodshed. only whispers of drama from bored admirers and jealous bitches.

your eyes were sunken on account of your lack of sleep. days at the post office, mixed with nights at the police station, molded with mornings in the church for the search party meeting was a recipe for disaster on your sleep schedule. not that you could sleep anyway, too busy dreaming about finding her dead in a ditch somewhere. waking up sweating like a whore in church-

“alrighty! thank you all for coming again today. looks like the crowd is a bit smaller than it was yesterday, but let’s not fret. we’re all going to work together to find her.” maria, leader of the search party, wavers her gaze to the three close friends of dina. face falling into a sympathetic gaze. “we’re going to find her.”

that second sentence sounded far less convincing than the first one. you knew, and they knew, that with this shit weather there was no way she could have disappeared for a week and survived out there on her own. she could’ve been kidnapped, oh god that’s worse. let’s stop thinking.

since the crowd had gotten smaller, the groups maria had configured were forced to shrink. too many lone soldiers and people without partners. she had to start being strategic. playing on the strengths of each individual, hoping they’d all make well rounded teams. then she pointed her finger at you, then at the blonde, then at lips in a line, then at sweet jesse and she smiled in your face.

“and you guys will be team 4.”

[youre-amazing-say-it]

Oh i have a request where chris evans having picnic date with his pregnant wife, reader in central park! paparazzi and fans are there

Strawberry Kisses

Pairing: Chris Evan x Pregnant! wife reader

Summary: You and Chris have a Picnic in Central Park

Warning: Kids, paparazzi at the end, Chris with Kids, pregnant, Crying. 

Taglist: @chrisevansdaughter @wndawtch @dumb-fawkin-bitch @slutfortaylorswiftandzendaya @winter-soldier-vibes

The two of you were walking around Central Park after his 5 show weekend. You were wearing a beautiful sundress that didn't hide the baby bump that was forming. You recently announced to the world that you guys were expecting at his opening night, and everyone was overjoyed to hear. While the happy couple loved the response from the public, you definitely needed some time off. 

Chris was carrying a little picnic basket while you held a blanket, and your free hands intertwined with each other. “How were the shows this weekend?” you asked as you looked at your husband's sunglasses. “It went well, but I'm excited for my family to come next weekend. Ma hasn't stopped texting me about how excited she is,” he responded with a chuckle. He quickly took the lead and grabbed your hand tighter as he lead the two of you to a nice empty area. 

“I think I have you beat. Lisa won't stop asking for updates about our peanut. I can tell she is going to be an amazing grandmother already,” you smiled as you laid the blanket down on the green grass. Chris dropped the basket on the blanket before coming over and putting his hand on your stomach while another stroked your cheek. He leaned in for a small but passionate kiss. 

“And I know that you are going to be an amazing mother. I couldn't imagine doing this with anyone else. I love you so much.” he said softly to you. You let a small tear roll down your face before laughing. “Sorry, hormones,” you replied. “But I love you too bubs,” you responded before giving him a quick kiss. 

“However I am hungry for some strawberries,” you said as you lay down on the blanket. Chris copied your movement as he opened up the basket and got everything set up. You had cut-up ham and cheese sandwiches, pretzels, sparkling water, and a huge box of strawberries. Peanut loved strawberries. 

As you looked around you, you saw a young boy with an iron man shirt pointing at you guys as he looked at his mom. “Hey Cap looks like you got a fan,” you smiled at him and pointed your head in the direction of the duo. Chris turned to see and let out a laugh as waved at the kid. He quickly took his mom's hand and ran to where the two of you were. “Are you Captain America?” the boy asked Chris, looking at him with his big brown eyes.

“I am, but I'm on a secret mission from Fury so we’ve got to keep it down,” Chris said as he switched into Captain mode. As Chris and the boy talked, you watched in awe at how sweet he was with him. You felt the tears coming down like a waterfall, which Chris didn't notice until the boy pointed it out. “Why is the other agent crying?” he asked, pointing towards you. Chris turned and saw you grabbed napkins to dot your eyes. “She got hurt so I have to attend to her,” he quickly spoke and he turned his attention towards you. 

“Bubs, what happened, are you okay?” he asked as he took his hand to your face and stroked your cheeks, just as he did earlier. You smiled while looking at him, “You are going to be an amazing dad Chris,” you whispered. “The way you were interacting with him just made me (sniffle) so happy, because you have the biggest heart. It's one of the many reasons I fell in love with you.”

Looking into Chris’s eyes, you see tears of his own start coming down. He grabbed your face as you shared a passionate kiss. “I love you my sunshine,” he spoke. “Love you more bubs,” you said as you reached down to get a long strawberry with the stem cut off, just as you like them. You put one end into your mouth, and Chris did the same the two of you meet in the middle for a quick kiss. 

“Strawberry kisses, my favorite,” Chris commented as he winked making you fall back with laughter. What the two of you didn't notice was the paparazzi capturing the moment between the two of you, making the world fall in love with you guys once again.

[candyistoosweet]

It's killian Lynch's birthday so here's special HCs about him!

Killian Lynch Random HCs

He hangs out with Cian at least once a week in weekend when he asks him to. Cian loves to hang out with Killian and Killian doesn't like it that much as Cian but he just does it for his son c:

When it's night or he's done with all his work, he goes to bed cuddling Julius to take a nap. He doesn't actually sleep at night and wake up in the morning, he justs sleeps when he wants to but always with his schedule done.

When he was a child, he used to cook himself cuz there was no one who could cook for him. But when he lived with Julius, Julius cooked for him so he didn't really had to cook by himself anymore. So he forgot how to cook for dozens of years, and that's why he doesn't like/can't cook. Because he has a trauma and also lost memories of how to do. (He actually cannot cook in canon as well)

When he's searching for a victim, he almost always goes to club and places like that lol. But as for club, he ONLY goes there when he needs to find victim. He doesn't really go there with his pure will cuz he doesn't really have time and also not a fan of it.

When he's selfharming again, Julius always comes to Killian to comfort or make him feel better. And Killian actually selfharms when he's having a mental breakdown, but he sometimes also does it to make Julius be with him. (He can stand the pain)

His favorite ice cream flavor is salted caramel and least fav is mint chocolete.

His childhood dream was being a royal soldier lol

In winter, Killian almost always wears scarves to cover his scar on the neck. It make him to cover his most unique physical feature so that none of his enemies can recognize him very fast. (He also wears it when it's too cold for him lol)

He also once had a stuffed comfort toy when he was young just like Julius having mr.bear. But now he lost it cuz his mom secretly sold the toy at the market while child Killian sleeping😡.

Here's a chart of how well other characters get along with Killian:

Julius-100/100 (Best)

Sera-87/100

Kelly-80/100

Cian-79/100

Duvessa-75/100

Octavian-73/100

Devlin- 70/100

Sullivan-20/100

Seamus-15/100

Lucien- -100/100 (Least)

When he finds child or children in trouble(Like, being involved in danger or cannot find their parents), Killian does his best to take care of and help them until their parents come. He just can't ignore it..:D

Duvessa and Killian's relationship is a little...cool? Or weird? I don't know. They still does some sexual actions when Killian needs it but nothing else really. They're just sex partners for each other. Nothing more, nothing less.

His favorite meal is medium rare steak, and least fv is any fast foods such as KFC, Burger King, Mcdonalds or whatever.

When he gets mad at Julius or someone he thinks it's important, he throws stuff towards them or some physical threat such as strangling their neck. Cuz he thinks this will make them be scared of him and think there's no other choice but listening to him. (As for Julius, Killian always ALWAYS apologize after what he've done to him.)

...That's all for now! Do you like it? :D

Character is by - @sanityshorror

[quinn-joseph]

"A Place in My Heart" - Bucky Barnes x f! Reader

Not me again trying some writing as I'm doing nothing this whole weekend hehe. I've been thinking about how Bucky would be such a fluff gentleman if he had a girlfriend or something, so I had in mind some romantic friend/boyfriend shot. Although he wants peace, being the Winter Soldier will somehow always put him and his love interest in danger.

(Y/N) = Your Name

(Y/S) = Your surname

Word count: 995

Bucky was always alert in the midst of the chaos in which he still lived inside his mind, mainly because he couldn't – and no matter how hard he tried – get rid of the dark past. Every day the hard and cold nightmares of a parallel reality haunted him, waking him up scared and with a trembling body, sweaty and stiffened by the memories that still sounded vivid in his dreams. The last time he didn't feel a bit out of his mind was when he moved to the new apartment, where he saw that he would have peace, comfort and even a “hug” from the place that conveyed serenity and security. Since the post-mission against the Flag Smashers, Barnes hasn't had much time to go back to dealing with the past few years in a caring way, specially because he doesn't feel like talking openly about his Winter Soldier stint as a serial killer. The new Winter Soldier was considered more “beloved”, even if he still carried with him the marks of what he tried, for years, to erase from his memory. The man woke suddenly, metallic arm clenched into a tight fist as an automatic defense, irregular heart beats and trembling hands showing signs of yet another agonizing experience. Bucky felt sweat dripping from his spore and grabbed a bottle of water, wetting his parched, burning throat. (Y/N)'s head popped through the small gap in the bedroom door, the light from the hallway illuminating a bit of your body.  

"You alright? I heard you scream.” (Y/N) met Bucky a few months ago, when you first spoke with someone experienced and who knew the amazing Captain America. At the time, the two of you – oddly enough, and Barnes was never one to say so many words, besides always keeping a frown of distrust – got along well and you knew that silent side of him, and didn't blame him. The journalist published an article in which she reported the last interactions between James and Steve, before the Captain returned to time. When you met Sam, the friend tried, in a very discreet way, so that (Y/N) could pass on government information to them, and ended up becoming a great trusthful to them. That night, you were taking care of a project while waiting for Barnes to get back from another mission, which he didn't want to say what it was. 

“Shit, it never ends,” he growled as he set the bottle on top of the nightstand. "If I had a choice, I would have asked them to permanently erase my memory." He sounded disappointed, and even though he didn't see him so well in the dark, (Y/N) could see a look of pain. The woman entered the room, sitting on the edge of the bed, resting a hand on his shoulder. She was never invasive and always respected the soldier's space, even though there she saw a true and genuine friendship between the two, and that Bucky could trust you, despite keeping himself almost always closed.  

“James, you know you need to go back and keep seeing Christina. I get it, what you went through was something you can't shake off, but you have to stay sane to survive”, (Y/S) caught a glimpse of her friend nodding. Of course, he knew that, but he often ended up closing himself off from the world, especially from Sam Wilson, who he was always with. 

“I don't know what else I can do,” Barnes sighed, holding your hand, which was still resting on his shoulder. "I have nowhere to run". The man in front of you showed such fragility, you had practically never seen that about him. You knew about the nightmares, the flashes of memory, the memories that still roamed through his super-soldier body, but you didn't know how to deal with the moments when he struggled against all the trauma he had lived, trapped in his mind without being able to get rid of them. 

“Bucky,” you called him, gently cupping his chin so that he would look at you. The crack of light in the hallway showed a body tired of fighting so much against it all. "You've been through a lot so far, you deserve to live like a guy, who we all now consider a hero." He let out a nasal laugh. “You deserve that redemption, mainly because you recognize that now everything you do is for the good of people. Fuck what they think, fuck it. I know it still hurts to remember the death of Yori's son, but that wasn't you." He looked down resentfully. (Y/N)'s words, even if painful, were quite harmonious, and made him – somehow – less guilty about his personal issues.  

“Thank you, (Y/S). Seriously. I needed to hear this. I just hope I can go back to dreaming less about all this”, he said. “How about we go somewhere tomorrow, drink some beers or some coffee?”, Barnes questioned, a smirk formed on his lips and his face already looked more relieved. The journalist nodded and smiled at her friend, getting up from the bed to leave the room.  

"Try to sleep again, tomorrow will be a new day", (Y/S) stopped in the doorway to wish him good night, seeing that he was already getting ready to go to bed again. 

“Good night, (Y/S). While you're still here, go to sleep and finish your article tomorrow, otherwise I will kick you out in the middle of the night”, Bucky shot in a playful way. (Y/N) laughed at the way he spoke to her. You took the opportunity to spend the night at his house so you could settle the matter about John Walker, and – charmingly – he asked you not to come home late. Even though he exuded a "princey man", you knew James wasn't in the right frame of mind to get involved with anyone right now, and it wasn't something you were thinking about either, even though your relationship was one of extreme tenderness. 

[just-dreaming-marvel]

! Sneak Peeks !

I know I haven't updated in a while or done sneak peeks, but here you go!

Please share your thoughts and excitement!

LESSONS IN LOVE ~ 9

You were awake before Obi-Wan. He still had his arms around you. Carefully, you turned toward him. You were thankful you were feeling better to allow yourself to move. You took a sharp inhale as your eyes raked over his face. Obi-Wan was truly a gorgeous man.

I'M FROM BROOKLYN, TOO ~ 159

Spring was finally making its appearance, which meant that Peter and Harley were beginning to spend weekends at the cabin doing yard work. Y/N had told them that there was no need, she, Morgan, and Natasha would do it. But the boys were insistent. It was nice though when they were around. Morgan adored them and they adored her. She had older brothers who would clearly do anything to help her. 

Harley, Morgan, and Peter were playing tag while Y/N sat on the porch watching when Rhodey arrived. She couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the presidential brigade with him. Getting out of his limo, Rhodey shot her a smile before his eyes snapped toward the sound of a voice.

“Uncle Rhodey!” Morgan squealed, stopping the game of tag to rush toward him.

“Mo,” he smiled, crouching down to meet Morgan. The two hugged. He looked up to see the two boys. “Peter, Harley.”

“Mr. President, sir,” Peter responded.

Rhodey shook his head. “Peter, it’s okay, call me Rhodey.” He smiled and gave a nod toward Harley before looking at Y/N. 

“Come play with us, Uncle!” Mo tried to get Rhodey to come with her.

“I will after I talk to your mom. Go play with the boys and I’ll be out to join soon.” Rhodey headed for the house.

“To what do we owe this pleasure, Mr. President?” Y/N teased.

Rhodey shook his head with a chuckle. “I will never get used to that."

A TERRIBLE ACCIDENT ~ PART 3

Bucky wouldn’t allow any of the Wakandans inside his cell, including Shuri. Luckily, Shuri had the technology to be able to still run the needed tests. It took her a few hours to finish running what she needed to before gathering the team into one of the conference rooms. Shuri didn’t put any of the information she gathered on the screens yet. Not wanting any of the team members to read ahead.

“What have you found, Shuri?” Steve asked, unable to wait any longer. He was worried for his best friend.

“As I feared, something has happened to the rewiring that we had done to Barnes and the Winter Soldier was able to return,” she admitted. Steve’s face dropped while the other team members tried to keep their composure. “My team and I are coming up with a plan. We think that we can do the same protocol—“

“The protocol didn’t work?” Tony questioned with a scoff.

“There are tweaks that can be made. I was hoping to have your help, Stark, as well as Dr. Banner’s.”

“How will you do the protocol when Barnes won’t allow anyone in the cell with him?” Asked Sam.

“With the previous protocol, we put him in cryo until I could—“

“No. No,” Steve interrupted. “Bucky cannot go under again.”

“Let Shuri finish, Steve,” Nat said.

“As I was saying,” Shuri continued, “we put Barnes in cryo and then woke him up to do the protocol. With his resistance to even having people in the same room as him, I believe we need to have him under the whole time and wake him only to test it.”

“He won’t agree to this,” said Sam. “Not at all.”

“He’ll do it for Y/N,” Steve defended. “He’ll do anything for Y/N.”

“He believes that shutting himself away is for Y/N’s sake,” Wanda said. “I don’t know if he will believe that this will actually work after this.”

“Y/N can convince him.”

“Y/N’s not allowed to go anywhere near Barnes,” Tony said. “As per his orders and mine. It’s for the best."

THE BOND BETWEEN US ~ 86

The command room was bustling with action as officers got the base up and running again. You stood near the edge, watching it all unfold as you watched your breathing and honed in on the Force. A saber was in each of your hands as you prepared for the fight ahead. At 75 years old, you were still healthy and strong but time and life still had done a number on you. You knew that any fight could be your last—which had always been the case but this was different. Your age now was a factor in both your strengths and weaknesses.

“General,” Finn called, pulling you from your meditative state. You turned your head to look at him. “Are you alright?”

You gave him a small, thankful smile. “I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?” 

You noticed how his eyes glanced at something nearby. Your eyes followed his line of sight to see that the pebbles in the corner of the floor were floating. You quickly refocused yourself, causing the pebbles to clatter to the ground.

THE TRUTH ABOUT LOVE ~ 17

The Gala was in the Stark Industries Tower in the downtown part of the city. Steve drove there in his truck and parked down in the private parking garage. When he got out to walk around to open your door, you allowed yourself to take a few deep calming breaths. You were nervous. Galas weren’t your normal—Steve’s life wasn’t your life. But you wanted to come to support him.

“Don’t worry,” he whispered, lips brushing up against your ear. “You’re stunning.” He kissed above your ear as he linked your arms together. 

“That’s not what I’m worried about,” you mumbled.

CAUGHT IN A WEB ~ 10

Your eyes were closed as you lay on the bed. Your injured arm was laid out straight, pointing away from your body. Helen’s cradle was over it, working its magic. None of this night had gone as you had planned. You thought it was going to be an easy night, spending time with Tony in a way that you were completely comfortable with. Now, you were injured in the med bay, and your secret was out to the whole Team.

Sensing Tony coming in, you didn’t bother opening your eyes. You and Tony needed to talk but now was not the place or time. Tony came in and sat down on the chair beside you.

“So… do they all know now?” You whispered though you knew the answer.

“They do,” Tony replied. “But I told them not to bother you about it… When did Romanoff and Maximoff find out?”

You sighed. “About a week ago. I snuck away to meet up with you in the middle of girl's night.”

“Yikes,” Tony winced. “I could have told you that was a bad idea.”

You turned your head in his direction and looked at him. “I’m sure.”

Tony looked at you, really looked at you. Something took over him before he could stop himself. “I’m taking you out.”

“What? You are?”

“Yes, tomorrow night.”

“Tony, I don’t know—“

“Nowhere fancy, just this hidden little place I frequent. It’s open 24 hours, but we can go at our normal meet-up time.”

“I… are you sure?”

“Y/N, honey,” Tony grabbed your free hand, “I’m sure.”

[the-firebird69]

Well I know it's my son I said boy is that weird he's got someone to do it and it's working and he's the one running this mission is to have any funding he's gonna start a go fund me page for what the X men alpha flight suicide squad agents of shield and a few more probably should do something. I know here what you're saying it's a partial parallel but not really this is the hardest guys to get off their **** to get information and he says that Comic Con helps them they're afraid. I've worked with them before as Wonder Woman and I do understand it. Now I will tell you that they see a lot of them get hurt and get mad I don't want them to have to. I have methods of doing things and it works and we're gonna get going on it I do hear you and I see you this is amazing you did a great job i've ever seen anything like that and how do you think of it and he says years and years of living and having fun and wanting to be free from their tyranny and that's really strange I like to make things that work better. See him make so many inventions and he's owed so much money and the Mac proper are keeping it from him with threatening tons of things is real big then we saw our dream and they're changing it 'cause you can't open and he says they'll catch on they usually do and Mike says yeah we're starting to get it it's not his fault at all and it's our fault a little and now they're paying attention a little but this is great and I'm going to Comic Con as Wonder Woman. I might change into Seahawk in a few other characters he wants a loan from me which means I need money mom and he can go as Bean well maybe the Punisher and I'll have to wear shorts underneath his pants cause it's so damn hot I know what and I say this you change your pants it says you can't in the past from everyone piece all over the place but that's what it's like giving a kid ok. He wants to go because he knows it'll help but they think that they should go without him to make sure it's okay and he wants to go on August it would work a lot more than bodybuilding but if he goes to both it would work pretty good and if he gets money he might use it somehow it cost a lot to Epsilon drive and he can't seem to get insurance it's temporary I was astounded what do people do that don't have a car and the bus is the option and he's gonna look in there so there's several things he can do comic Con is on the weekend he'd have to take a bus but he can stay up there because the bus takes too long and he can take the bus back and it's not that much he thinks it's like 30 bucks from somewhere and that the new dialer ride Michael closer to it and it's true so that might work but jeez guys this is horrible even leroy is just a loser and you don't see it so we're going to have to change it up and we're gonna have to start working 'cause people who aren't doing it can't do it I guess but they can be part of the team and they like doing that and they'll have to learn the ropes for real.

Wonder Woman ak Kamilla

and i thank yuoi need it and now good

Peacemaker cena lol yeh me the real deal she is Dianna too the real deal ok her his mom and wow this is cool two now. and has done her share. worked in nazi germany and vanquished and wash elped out by her son chitty chitty bang bang hitlers own car. and he is around mb. we find out who

now too

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we needed this so badly. forgot he says and he came to him good

Wonder Woman aka Kamilla

i have a charaacter and ok Ethan Hunt can do it too and wo mops jacket lol embarrassing yes. and small ii was small..wiil be damnit. water ok not good i see it.

no a better one. not the winter soldier that is later edge of tommorrow hahaah cruise no. and im not huge ok. we have it there shortly. i am a green lantern yes. and shall be no. you will see ok all.

and real too

grandpa aka biden lol im his hero helpe him a lot learn and be disciplined. dream of being a hero and more. and yes long distance too. grandma was kind to him ok he knows it lvoed him misses her too. mac woman. as was the insurance lady loma. she is entombed for sure a big name. and we know she is.

biden

for sure we go there shortly. a nd no your spandex wont fit you anymore ahhaah huge now and well it would be fine nope ice good. bad jokes all around. cassandra she has a character her lol ahhaah loks like her lol ahhaah. on the sistine chapel wall and hahah grafiti 200 years later lol no way fun ok ahhaah

trump

you suck both of you hhaahh lol and right back but no not grafiti is me ahahah lol

cassandra

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

I’ve been thinking about insomniac!reader and Bucky with nightmares that keep him up at all hours of the night— Bucky coming into the kitchen to get a warm glass of milk, but instead finding reader just pulling out a fresh batch of cookies from stress-baking. Maybe they have a nice little conversation and wind up falling asleep and snuggling together?

No pressure to write anything, I totally understand either way 🩵🩵

Cookies, Conversations, and Cuddles » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Avenger!Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Female Reader

Summary: You and Bucky stay up and eat cookies and have a nice conversation when the two of you can’t sleep.

Warnings: Fluff, language, Insomniac!Reader, nightmares, cuddles, kissing, pet names

A/N: Thank you to the lovely person who requested this🩵

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators. I found it on Pinterest.

Bucky gasps loudly and sat up, leaning his back against the headboard of his bed. He sat there panting and covered in a thin layer of sweat, trying to gather his surroundings in his dark bedroom. Once he regained his breath, he got out of bed and went to the kitchen, not bothering to put on a shirt.

He stopped a few feet from the entrance to the kitchen. The kitchen lights are on and he heard noises in there. He cautiously walked in the kitchen, only to see you taking out the second tray of cookies out of the oven.

“Y/N?” Bucky approached the counter. “What are you doing?” He asks.

“I’m baking.” You answered. “I couldn’t sleep.” You tell him. “What are you doing?” You asked.

“Nightmares.” He answers.

Your heart broke for Bucky. He has told you about the nightmares he has from when he was the Winter Soldier.

“Here…” You pushed a plate of cookies towards him. “These might help.” You say.

“What flavor are they?” He asks, picking up a cookie.

“Chocolate chip.” You answered.

“My favorite.” He smiles and took a bite. “These are amazing!” He compliments.

“Thank you.” You say with a smile.

Bucky watched as you put more cookies onto another plate as he ate some from a different plate.

“Let’s go sit down.” Bucky suggests. “We can watch TV or talk.” He says.

You stared at the cookies on the plates in front of you, wanting to make more, but you do want to have a nice conversation with Bucky. You washed your hands before following Bucky to the lounge room with a plate of cookies.

“What else can you bake besides cookies?” Bucky asks curiously.

“Anything.” You answered. “Cake, brownies, muffins.” You listed off.

“I love muffins!” He tells you excitedly. “I remember when I was a kid, my mom made me and my sister muffins every weekend for breakfast. I wanted chocolate chips and Rebecca wanted blueberry so my mom combined the two and made chocolate chip blueberry muffins.” He says.

“Those sound good.” You took a bite of a cookie. “I can make those for you sometime if you want.” You suggested.

“Yes please!” He says happily.

You made sure to keep that noted in your head. It gave you an idea.

You and Bucky continued to have a nice conversation till you felt yourself getting sleepy.

“You getting tried, doll?” Bucky asks.

“A little.” You yawned. “But I don’t want that to ruin our conversation.” You say with a pout.

Bucky readjusts himself on the couch and laid down.

“C’mere.” He motions for you to lay on top of him. “You can lay on top of me and we can keep talking.” He says.

You smile at him before crawling on top of him and got comfortable.

“Are you sure I’m not crushing you?” You asked to be sure you’re not hurting him.

“I’m sure.” He smiles. “I like you on top of me.” He pauses when he realizes what he said. “Sorry.” He apologizes. “I didn’t mean it like that.” He says with a small chuckle.

You could help but giggle when he said that. You and Bucky continued talking. You eventually laid your head on his chest with your face facing the TV. Bucky stopped mid sentence and looked down at you, thinking you were watching TV. It didn’t take him long to hear your even breathing pattern. He looked over at the back of the couch and found a blanket draped over it. He grabbed it and covered the two of you up with it. He then wrapped his arms around you protectively.

“Goodnight, doll.” Bucky whispers and kissed the top of your head.

Bucky fell asleep after a few minutes. The next morning, Steve heard the sound of the TV. He went to the lounge room to turn it off, only to find you and Bucky cuddled up on the couch and sleeping peacefully. Steve knows you and Bucky get little to no sleep so he didn’t bother waking you guys up. He put the TV on a low volume and adjusted the blanket on the two of you before letting you two get more sleep.

Steve walks in the kitchen to see a couple plates of cookies on the kitchen counter and dirty dishes in the skin from when you were baking last night. He also knows you stress bake so he didn’t mind it. He loves it when you bake. Steve couldn’t help himself but take a couple cookies.

“I smell cookies!” Sam says as he walked in the kitchen.

“I’m guessing Y/N stressed baked again.” Natasha says.

“Yes she did and shh.” Steve quietly shushing them. “Y/N and Bucky are sleeping in the lounge room. Don’t wake them.” He tells them.

Sam and Natasha nodded and got some cookies. The rest of the Avengers came in the kitchen and got some cookies too.

A few hours later, you were still on top of Bucky when you woke up. You rubbed your eyes and looked up to see Bucky looking at you with a smile on his face.

“How’d you sleep, doll face?” Bucky asks, his voice raspy from waking up.

“Good.” You answered. “How about you?” You asked.

“Good.” He answers. “I feel like I sleep better when we’re cuddling.” He says, smiling.

“Me too.” You say with a smile.

You got off of Bucky so the two of you could stretch. You looked up at the clock on the wall and read 12:15pm.

“Wow, we really slept in.” You told Bucky. “I think we missed the meeting.” You say.

“It’s ok. Steve will fill us in later.” Bucky says.

You two then went to your bedrooms and got dressed. You went back to the kitchen to clean up your mess from last night. Bucky walked in the kitchen and grabbed a couple cookies before sitting down at the table, watching you do the dishes.

“Do you have any plans for today?” Bucky asks.

“Nope.” You answered. “I do know what I want to bake next though.” You say.

“What is it?” He asks excitedly.

“A true baker never reveals her secrets.” You jokingly say.

Little does Bucky know that you’re going to the store to get the ingredients to make the chocolate chip blueberry muffins he was telling you about last night. You made sure Bucky was busy doing something so you can bake them and surprise him. You knocked his bedroom door and he gave you permission to come in.

“Are you busy?” You asked.

“I’m never busy for you, doll.” Bucky says with a smile.

You couldn’t help but blush and smile when Bucky called you doll. You love it when he calls you that. It makes you feel special.

“I have a surprise for you.” You tell him.

“Ooh, what is it?” He asks curiously.

You held the container of muffins out for him. Bucky took the container from your hands and sat down on his bed. You sat down next to him. He was speechless when he opened the container.

“Chocolate Chip Blueberry Muffins.” Is all he said.

He picked up one and took a bit of it, humming at the taste and savored it.

“I know it’s not like how your mom made it for you and your sister, but I tried.” You say.

“Are you kidding? These are amazing!” Bucky exclaims.

“Oh… thank-” Bucky kissed you before you could finish thanking him. “You.” You finally said.

“Sorry.” He mumbles softly. “I didn’t mean to do that. I haven’t had these in years and-” You kissed him before he could finish his sentence.

“It’s ok.” You tell him. “If this is what I get for baking you something, I look forward to your kisses.” You say with a smile.

Bucky kissed you once more before sharing the muffins with you. Let’s just say yours and Bucky’s love story started with chocolate chip blueberry muffins.

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-Bucky’s Doll

[nickfowlerrr]

know my name - 4

series masterlist

pairing: soft!dark bucky barnes x single mom!reader

warnings: 18+ only. angst. violence. winter soldier. allusion to murder. lmk if i’m missing something that should be included.

words: 3.1k

notes: 🫣 talk about a meet cute lol. hope you guys are getting the picture a little better with this addition. and thank you so much for reading and showing interest in this series, i have been loving seeing everyone’s responses and thoughts and i’m excited to write more! as always, comments and reblogs are welcomed and so appreciated. thank you for reading! 🩵

the way before:

The wind whips around you as you come up on City Hall, your coffee in one hand and your phone in the other.

It’s been twenty minutes now since you got here, sitting in your car impatiently waiting for Veronica to come out. You called her three times before you decided to actually get out and grab her yourself.

She had been so excited all week, counting down the days until her meeting with the soon to be congressman. She had spent so many weekends canvassing for his campaign around campus, when the votes came in you swore it was almost like she had won the seat herself, she was so happy.

When you first met her, freshman year of college, you were a little put off by her intense enthusiasm and her love for politics. She was a true activist if you’d ever met one. You sometimes think if it wasn’t for that journalism class you took together, you’d never have ended up being as close as you were.

You’re grateful though; she’s so easily become one of the best friends you’ve ever had.

Which is why you don’t mind spending your free Friday afternoon picking her up from downtown. Especially when she’s offered to pay for dinner after.

But she had said five o’clock sharp…Mr. Tedder had an important meeting right after her interview with him and she’d need to leave right away. You check your phone as you get to the door.

5:18.

You make a face as you read the time, not of annoyance, but of perturbance.

As soon as you pull the door open, you can tell.

Something’s not right here.

You can’t place it, but you can feel it. A little gnawing as you look around at the empty room. It’s quiet, disturbingly so.

Eerie.

You take a half step closer to the empty desk as your eyes continue to scan all around.

You’re gripping your phone as you feel your heart rate tick up and set your coffee on the desk.

What the hell is wrong?

You gulp and look down to the screen, your phone unlocking with your face. You go to your call log and hit Veronica’s contact again.

You put the phone to your ear as you idle in the lobby and your stomach drops as you hear the familiar ring of her phone sounding from just down the long hallway.

You follow the sound with your gaze and ever so slowly force yourself to step toward it.

One step, then another. You feel your heart racing as you get to the mouth of the hallway. You can see the doors of the council chambers just slightly open to the left, a bit further down the hall, but that’s not where the ring is coming from. You steady your accelerated breathing as best you can as you step further into the hall. Straight down is the heavy wooden door that leads to the mayor's office.

You scare yourself as the sound cuts off and her voicemail tone starts sounding in your ear.

You pull the phone away as you gape at the door.

What do you do?

Why do you feel so on edge?

Where the hell is everyone?

Slowly, you get closer.

Just as you pass the doors of the council chamber, you feel something press against your back.

Instantly, you’re frozen. Eyes wide as you're nudged forward. You hear a click.

You don’t have to turn to look to know there’s a gun on you.

“Walk.”

The voice is dark and gravelly, low and almost rough; as if it hadn’t been used in a while.

He doesn’t know what took him so long to approach you.

He saw you coming the second you stepped out of your car and headed to the building. He knows what he’s supposed to do. He knows his mission. And he knows there cannot be any loose ends.

But he lets you enter. And he lets you look around. He watches, and for reasons he doesn’t understand, he’s struck by you. You have him off his axis.

You haven’t even looked at him yet but he can’t take his eyes off of you.

He wants to let you go but clean up isn’t here yet. He’s… conflicted.

Hide, he thinks. If he can hide you, you won’t be a problem. Not for him and not for them.

You listen easily and he’s appreciative. He doesn’t want to hurt you.

He can hear your heartbeat as it pounds and the delicate sound of your stressed breathing as he walks you forward.

You were calling the girl he found in the mayor’s office. Her presence as unexpected as yours. But he had his mission. He knew what he had to do. And, unlike with you, he didn’t hesitate.

Most missions his orders aren’t so personal. He wouldn’t have to get so close. To put people aside from his target at risk. But this man had made his captors seethe. He wasn’t just in their way, he was on the verge of dismantling their local operations entirely and they could not have that. He angered the wrong men and so they wanted him to pay. In more ways than one.

This was an important mission and his orders were to be unseen. So anyone who had the misfortune of crossing the soldier’s path, they’re expendable, he hears in his mind, they’re all expendable. And you will do what needs to be done.

And he has.

As he nudged you on, the muzzle of his pistol still firm against your back, he thinks better of leading you into the mayor's office.

You don’t need to see that.

“Right,” he instructs lowly.

You pause in your path and slowly look to your right. Another door, but you’re unsure of where it leads. And more unsure of how to move to get there. You’re entirely too scared to turn around and face whoever this man is, so you trepidatiously side step until you’re next to the door.

“Go,” he nudges again.

You reach for the handle and as your sweaty palm touches it, the door easily pushes open.

You don’t enter the small office space until you’re pushed inside. And you don’t register the welling in your eyes until an errant tear slips down your cheek.

You haven’t said a single word. You haven’t a single idea what is going on, what you’ve stumbled into. But you’re terrified.

The man - you assume - walks you into the office and all the way up to the desk at the back of the space. You stop as you come to the edge of it, nowhere else to go as your legs hit the front of the desk and you bend just the slightest, your heart gripping in your chest as your hands come up to stabilize you.

You’re sick at the thought of what might come next. What could happen to you.

A tight breath escapes you as you wait for him to tell you what he wants you to do next.

“Behind the desk,” he orders after what felt like an eternity - though was only a second or two.

You listen without question, not a thought in your mind telling you to disobey.

It’s only as you round the desk you realize he is no longer at your back.

Your gaze lands on his body. The man is tall, and built. He wears military clothes, all black with tactical gear strapped around him. A holster on his thigh that holds a knife, and you’re thankful you didn’t try to run. You wouldn’t have gotten very far at all.

Your eyes drag up his imposing form slowly until they reach his face.

His hair is dark and long around his jaw. He wears a mask that covers half of his face and black goggles that cover his eyes. For only a second it makes it less intimidating to look at him; and then you realize he can see you all too clearly - he watches you closely.

Suddenly his head snaps to the direction of the door, as if he’s heard something despite the still quietness of the building.

You stand in disturbed confusion until he speaks again, not looking back at you as he starts toward the door. “Under the desk,” he orders. “Stay there.”

You lower yourself down to your knees and as you try to crawl in the small space allotted there, you finally hear what it is the man in the mask must have heard.

There’s people coming.

Your blood freezes in your veins as your eyes sting. What do you do?

What if they’re here to help? Should you yell, run, something?

There’s a pull in your stomach that tells you not to. Something about his instructions that feel more aimed at your concealment than his own.

You hear him leave the room, shutting the door behind him. Then the sound of others coming down the hall, voices harsh and mean and some taunting and chortles intermingled. You can’t make out a word, but you don’t hear the man in the mask’s voice either.

The uncertainty and unknowing grows and makes you feel sick. You’re shaking, you realize, as you grasp your hands together in a fruitless attempt to soothe yourself.

What is happening?

Where is V?

Who is that man? And who are these people joining him?

What’s gonna happen to you?

You drop your head as you hold yourself beneath the desk. What can you do but wait it out…

You don’t know how long passes as you anguish alone, your stress and anxiety mounting, when suddenly the door of the room slams open. You shake despite yourself at the unexpected noise and clamp a hand over your mouth to keep your startled gasp down.

“When I give you an order,” a dark and mean voice cuts through the quiet, “you listen, soldier,” he sneers. “You understand me?”

There’s no response as you wait, quaking with baited breath.

You can tell when the man actually enters the room. He makes a mess in his wake, pushing things off the shelves and breaking objects you can’t see all around the space. The sounds add to your terror as they grow closer.

“You said you cleared the building, soldier,” the man speaks, his voice so close now you can imagine him standing right beside the desk. “So then who the hell is this?” He asks as he bends down and meets your terrified and teary gaze. His face is scrunched in what you can only assume is anger before he takes you in and a sick smirk graces his lips.

He grabs you, hard, and pulls you up to stand. His hand is rough around your arm and his hold hurts as he turns you, holding your back to his chest as you’re once again met with the man in the mask across the desk from you.

He shows no emotion, none anyone would be able to read at least as his face is still covered.

“Never known you to miss… well, anything, soldier. How’d this one get by you?” He asks, jolting you for fun as he laughs when you can’t help the whimper that escapes.

“She did get by you, didn’t she? Must’ve,” he walks you around the desk, closer to the man in the mask. “Because you know your orders. And you follow them,” he shoves you into the man before you as you gasp and grunt, crashing into his vested chest. “To the goddamn letter,” he snarls.

The soldier, as he called him, takes you by your left arm, his hold not nearly as painful as the previous, as he keeps you close to him.

“NOW!” The man yells, causing you to finally cry as you keep your face to the soldier's chest. You don’t know why he feels like your only form of safety here, but he does - and you don’t want to face the anger of the man behind you any longer.

You see the soldier’s hand move to his thigh and watch as he swiftly takes hold of the knife kept there.

It all happens so fast, you don’t even really see it coming.

You almost don’t realize what happened until you feel it.

You clutch onto the soldier as you gasp, the pain radiating as you look down to your torso.

His hand still holds the knife that he pierced into you as he keeps it there. It’s quiet, until he jabs the knife further into you.

He’s not looking at you as he does it, he’s looking at the man behind you.

You can feel the hot tears as they slip down your cheeks, and the warmth of your blood as it begins to stain through your shirt, though you can’t make a sound.

The man behind you speaks, “That’s what I thought,” his voice is sinister and you can almost hear the smile you imagine he wears. He walks past you and the soldier as he moves toward the door, “You wanted to make a mess, you can clean this one up yourself. Extraction is still set.”

You both stay as you are, you frozen despite the adrenaline that is starting to rush through you, and him still as he waits for… for what, you’re not sure.

He must hear something you don't hear after a moment because suddenly he quickly and methodically moves into action, though he tries not to jostle you much as he does.

You murmur in your disbelief and confusion as he gently moves you around and tends to you. Your mind is scattered everywhere and nowhere and you don’t register much of anything but the pain and the fear and the confusion that swims around you distantly.

What is happening?

There’s blood. You look down and touch the red before the soldier can stop you. Your hand shakes as you lift it, examining the blood on your fingers.

Things start to come into form once again as the pain re-emerges. Your shirt is ripped and you're laying on the floor as the soldier kneels beside you. His knife is no longer sticking out of you as he dresses the wound, a crappy little first aid kit on the floor next to you. You’re not bleeding much that you can tell but it still hurts.

You begin shaking again, you’re cold and you feel dizzy.

He says something but you’re hearing is muffled and you can’t make it out or focus on the words he speaks.

You feel a hand on your face as he gently turns you to look at him.

“You’ll be okay,” he says, his voice thick with a Russian accent that sounds…misplaced somehow. Like it’s not his native tongue, but one he speaks in often. “I’ll make sure you’re okay.”

A chill runs through you again and you feel your eyes flutter, rolling back as he strokes your cheek in an attempt to soothe you.

And then it all goes black.

-

You woke up in your apartment, you’re not sure how much later. Your car was parked in its spot outside. You were in a clean pair of pajamas, your whole body felt clean…

Was it a dream?

You sit up and gasp as your abdomen pulls.

Fear engulfs you as you trepidatiously grab the hem of your pajama shirt. You inch it up slowly until you see it. The proof of what happened. There’s stitches as you stare at the healing wound marring your skin.

What the hell happened?

Did he bring you here? Did he wash you and change your clothes? Drive your car? Stitch you up?

Who else could it have been if not him…

Veronica! Where is she?!

You gingerly get up and search for your phone, finding it charging on your kitchen counter. You scramble for it and are met with an absurd number of notifications from friends and acquaintances alike. You scroll back to the first missed few and see Veronica’s contact on a missed message.

Your brows furrow as you open it.

Your mouth is dry and your stomach lurches, a growing pit threatening to overwhelm you.

The time stamp is 6:00pm yesterday.

That can’t be right, you know it. You heard her phone ringing and… no. This is crazy. This can’t be real.

The message is insane. A confession of love, of her affair with Mr. Tedder. Their plan to runaway together. An apology for not telling you sooner. A goodbye.

You feel like the wind has been knocked out of you as you click her icon to call her.

We’re sorry. The number you have called has been disconnected and is no longer in service.

You call again.

We’re sorry. The number you have called has been disconnected and is no longer in service.

And again.

We’re sorry. The number you have called has been disconnected and is no longer in service.

And again.

We’re sorry. The number you have called has been disconnected and is no longer in service.

Before you finally break down. You can’t stop the tears as you crumble into yourself.

What the hell happened?

You know Veronica. You know that message wasn’t sent by her. You can’t prove it. But you know it.

Who can you tell? Who would believe you?

She didn’t have any family, no one to miss her. No one to argue with the facts that seem to have been proven by every reporting outlet in the state. No one but you. And who were you? What could you possibly do?

You waded through the two week news storm that followed, through the messages asking you if you knew, if she had ever told you about their plans to getaway, to abandon the campaign and go live their happiest lives together somewhere far away. It was awful. Torture. You never spoke a word of what happened to you that day. And you never spoke a word of what fate you were sure truly met your best friend and one time mayor. Though, you never did see anything. Only the implication of what those men were there for, of what the man in the mask was there to do.

There was no scene at city hall. Those men must have cleaned everything up. Set everything up.

And then there was you. The one loose thread in their perfectly constructed story.

Lucky for them you weren’t brave enough or strong enough to ever attempt to unravel it all.

Though deep down you knew the truth. You weren’t supposed to be here. And they probably have no idea that you’re still around.

That soldier, that man in the mask. He saved you. He was supposed to get rid of you, to kill you, but he didn’t.

And you have no idea why.

You don’t think you ever will.

You’re not sure you even want to.

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[jojolu]

Mom's Weekend and the Winter Soldier

Chapter 1

Pairing: James "Bucky" Barnes and Sarah Wilson

Summary: Sarah Wilson, Connie Caro and Avery Vance were the only three of Sarah's friends that were still here after the blip. They have a monthly girls day before having a kid free weekend. Normally Sarah has nothing to talk about...but not anymore.

Word Count: 2.2K

Rating: Mature

May

"So you are just going to sit here in my house and lie to me, Sarah Wilson?"

"I have not said one lie, Connie."

"Shall I remind you that omitting the truth is a lie." Avery says as she walks back into the living room hold another pitcher of Sangria.

"Start at the beginning.....I saw you two at the cookout. You looking all googly eyed at him. Where did you two disappear to? All three of the Wilson boys asked me if I saw you."

"They did? Sam is fine and needs to mind his own business. The boys just adore James...Bucky." You quickly say.

"And what about you? How do you feel about James....uh. I mean Bucky." Connie says mimicking your tone when she said James.

Avery pours you your third glass of Sangria.

"Ughhhh....fine..I hate you both."

3 Months ago:

"Why does he have to stay here? The boys and I are fine." You says to your annoying older/younger brother.

"Because....He has no friends. He lives all by himself in Brooklyn, can you imagine being white and living in Brooklyn?" Sam says as dramatically as he can.

"That's all who lives in Brooklyn! White hipsters in their leather coats and skinny jeans. He literally fits in."

Sam just gives the look.

"You can barely handle the look. Fine he can stay. But not on the couch, that's where I watch TV when the boys go to sleep. So either your room or you two clear out the guestroom."

"Not my room!" He pulls out his credit card and hands it over.

"Yes! Amazon here I come! Do you the be likes bold colors?"

"Girl, I don't know!"

Two days later thanks to Amazon you are putting together the second nightstand. That you got to match the bed frame.

You step back and admire you sense of style. You went with a BoHo Farmhouse look and tried to get it to 'flow' with the rest of the house. Now you just hope that this unusually attractive man with a vibranium arm will like it.

You turn to walk out and walk right into Bucky who was standing at the door.

You scream at the top of your lungs as he quickly retreats from your personal space.

"Shit! I'm so sorry."

"No, it's fine! I'm just super jumpy and you walk around like an assassin......oh my God! Sarah stop talking.........like a NINJA! That's what I meant....a bad choice of words! Or like a cat...."

"Sarah it's fine. I swear." He says putting a hand in your shoulder.

"Sorry, again. What do you think?" You say trying to change the subject.

"I mean you didn't have to do this...but I love it. Thank you."

He gives you that same smile he gave your when you first met him and he repeated your name.

"You are very welcome....I'm glad your staying here....they boys will love it."

He takes a small step towards you.

"Just the boys? No one else?"

Oh no....he's doing it again....damn....why can't you resist that damn smirk.

"Miss Josie....she definitely enjoys your shirtless runs."

"Just her?" He says stepping even closer.

"Okkkkkk fine Mr. Gerald. He just uses you to move heavy stuff."

"Nobody else?" Bucky says as he finally puts his hands around your waist.

"Nope. I can't think of anyone else who will love having you."

"You are so stubborn."

"I know."

He finally kisses you and walks you towards the bed. You sit down and scoot back towards tiny headboard.

"The bus will drop off the boys in 22 minutes." He says as he crawls towards you.

~~~

"WAIT A DAMN MINUTE. I said start at the beginning. This is like chapter 8. I know Sarah 'The Prude' Wilson has not invited a man into her secret garden." Avery shouts.

"First of all, fuck you. I'm not a prude I'm just selective on the dicks I invite in. And secondly, James is nothing but a gentleman.....sometimes."

"I can't believe you are having sex with a 106 year old white man."

"Ew.......when you say it like that...gross and we technically aren't having sex."

"Then what are you doing?" Connie says heading to the kitchen.

You and Avery follow ollow her into her kitchen.

"Stuff.....we are both very satisfied." You say trying not smile to big.

"Like.....you aren't teaching him anything new?"

"New? He's been having sex since before either one of us were born. Apparently he was quite the ladies man and he also lived in Wakanda." Connie says pouring another drink.

"Oooooooooooh yeah. I forgot about that. So you aren't like his first Brown skin girl." Avery sang that last part like Beyoncé's song.

"I would assume no, I'm not going to ask him that. I also don't care."

"Tell me about the first kiss?"

"Was it at the cookout?"

"Umm no...you remember when I got that call Karli?"

"Of course! I took your boys with me to my parents."

"I don't know how but he was sitting on my porch when I got home from dropping the boys off with you."

~~~

"What are you doing here? Didn't Sam tell you to leave." Bucky says with to much attitude for your liking

"No one is sending me out of my own home Bucky!" You shout as you walk past him into the house.

You didn't mean to yell at him but you were actually terrified.

You hear the door open but don't hear any footsteps.

"I'm sorry...it's been a long time since I've been worried about someone other than myself."

The impact of his words broke the last straw of your tears and you just wept.

"I'm right here." He says from behind you.

You turn and practically jump into his arms and cry into his left shoulder.

"I don't know what salt water will do to vibranium." You say sniffling.

"I don't know either. No one has ever cried on it before." He says chuckling.

You just stand there in the arms of a man you don't really know that well but you want to.

"I can carry you to the couch if you want."

"OK."

He turns you and bridal carries you to the couch. You look up at him and give him a watery smile.

"Not many people are attractive from this angle. But some how you manage it."

"Not many people are this beautiful with tears in their eyes, but some how you still take my breath away."

You lean up and put your hand on his cheek and kiss him. He immediately stops walking and pulls you closer to him.

The kiss is gentle at first but as he slides his tongue slowly into your mouth and caresses your tongue. He pulls back slowly and looks into your eyes.

"I'm so.."

"My bedroom is the 2nd door."

He just nods and continues upstairs, you made out for what seemed like hours until you fell asleep in his arms. He woke you up at 4am telling you he got a call from Sam and had to leave. He apologized for waking you up but didn’t want you to think he just left in the middle of the night.

~~~

"Well if that isn't the cutest shit, ever" Avery says.

"Where is he now?" Connie asks

You check your phone and smile at the text he sent you.

"He just got off the boat." You turn you phone to show them his text.

He used an emoji boat instead of the word.

Before you realize it Avery scrolls up on your text as sees the ones from last week.

"Woow....didn't know old men knew those words."

"You raggedy heffa." You say pulling your phone back.

"Ooooh what did he say."

"Nope! You two are terrible and I'm going to go home."

You head up Connie's back stairs and yell for the boys.

You, Connie and Avery were the only three of your friends that were still here after the blip.

Connie's oldest son Alex and husband Ethan were blipped but her other two weren't. Now Alex and Cass were the same age.

Avery's daughter was blipped but no one else.

You three became closer than ever you all knew not everyone else was this blessed.

When things returned to normal you all did mandatory weekends off of parenting. Each month one of you took everyone else's kids and did whatever you wanted. This weekend was Connie's turn with all the kids.

"Alright you two, behave! Have great weekend. I love you both. And both of you leave Bucky alone too."

When you head back down stairs Avery is saying goodbye to her kids.

They wave at you and run back upstairs.

"Are you sure you got everyone?" Avery asks.

"Yesssssss! Now git! Both of you."

Connie follows you both outside to your cars.

"Avery you and your wife have a wonderful weekend."

"And you Miss Prude let that White Wolf into your secret cave." Connie says as she walks back towards her house

"You bitches are THE absolute worst."

"Wait! I have one last question....what does that arm do?" Avery shouts as she gets in her car.

You just shake your head and get in your truck and pull out of Connie's driveway.

Connies house was on the other side of town but it still only took you 6 minutes to get home.

You pull up your long driveway as see him outside grilling.

This will be your first time actually alone in the house, without a time schedule. No work, no Sam and no boys.

He closes the lid to the grill and walks over to you as you park.

"Well, hello Mr. Barnes."

He smiles at your formal greeting.

"Hello to you Ms. Wilson. How was your afternoon?"

You give him a quick kiss.

"It was good. Connie and Avery say hi."

You say as you walk past him onto the front porch.

"Avery said just hi? I don't believe that for a second." He says laughing.

"Of course she didn't, but I'm not going to repeat it."

He walks up to you and slides his left hand over your ass and brings you closer.

"I'm doing dinner tonight. So you can just go inside and relax."

"Oh you are? Well excuse me then...I'm going to take a shower and put something very comfortable on."

You kiss his cheek and pull away from him but not before he smacks your butt as you walk away.

"Bucky!" You gasp.

He just laughs as try to hid like that smack wasn't crazy hot.

You head upstairs and start the shower and immediately group text Avery and Connie.

SW: Tonight's the night. He is making dinner. I'm inviting him into the garden.

AV: yes! Let him into your lady garden. Make sure you use protection or don't you could literally get pregnant with a super hero.

CC: can they actually have sex before you come up with super hero names? Enjoy yourself enjoy that fine specimen.... Listen he was even hot as the bad guy.

AV: OMFG he was....did you see some of those videos on the internet.....whew....the long hair.

SW: well thanks for that now I'm nervous. It's been a while since I have had sex. The other stuff was like riding a bike. Although I did forget how much work a bj is.

CC: they don't call a job for nothing.

AV: so you have been servicing the Winter Soldier.

SW: of course I have. I was raised right! He's ridiculously attractive and so sweet. You wouldn't think it but he is SUPER giving. If you catch my drift.

CC: I understand....

AV: I don't....give me all the details.

SW: use your imagination. Night ladies.

AV: night? It's 5:30pm

CC: leave her alone.

SW: don't make me mute this conversation.

AV: when are you going to talk about what that arm do.....

You muted the group chat after that text.

You would never mention that things that his vibranium arm does....never

You finish up with your shower and put in the strapless floral maxi dress that you bought for this special occasion and pin your twists over to one side

You head down the stairs to a wonderful aroma as you walk past the front door Bucky walks in from the back door, carrying a platter. He is wearing a black short sleeve button up and black skinny jeans. The button up has the top 3 buttons are unbuttoned.

"Wow...you look amazing." He says walking in.

"You too...I like the short sleeve."

He plates the food and you sit next to each other and eat and listen to him tell stories.

"Sorry, I've been talking all night."

"Oh my goodness. It's been amazing..I could listen to you talk for hours....."

"But...."

"There is something else I've been dying to do with you." You say fidgeting with your hands.

"There is.....oh......oooooh. Understood." He quickly gets up and clears the table then takes you by the hand and leads you to his bedroom.

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Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: Bucky has been your neighbor for a few months now, so he likes to think you two are friends. Which is why he thinks you're the best person to go to to help him get back into the dating scene.

AN: inspired by one line of dialogue from the first ep of Falcon and the Winter Soldier. lol also, FALCON AND THE WINTER SOLDIER EP 1 SPOILERS!

Bucky felt lost. Well, he's always felt lost ever since he suddenly came back along with have of the world's population. He was pardoned by the government and now a civilian. He was going through therapy to deal with his 70+ years worth of trauma and trying to navigate his way through the modern world. Everything was new and exciting but also overwhelming and exhausting.

His therapist encouraged him to date and make friends. So that's what he did, or at least, tried to do.

He considers you a friend. You live in the apartment right beside him, gave him a friendly smile and helping hand when he first moved in. You two chatted when you'd run into each other in the hall or in the laundry room. You were nice, attractive, funny. He honestly thought about asking you out a few times, but you were his friend, his only friend it seems. So he couldn't ruin that. Therefore, he resorted to online dating.

He signed up to a bunch of dating websites and apps: eharmony, match.com, plentyoffish, tinder-SO MANY. Why are there so many dating apps?!

He's scrolling through his phone, so overwhelmed by the different pictures and information. What does DTF mean???

He scowls, tossing his phone onto a pile of dry laundry he should be folding. You enter the laundry room with a chuckle, "Everything alright?"

He glances over his shoulder and sees you. He immediately smiles and faces you, "Hey, um, yeah," he gestures to his phone, "Just, um..." he lets out a sigh and asks, "Do you know anything about dating?"

You look at him curiously and reply, "A little. Why? What's up?"

"I'm just," he nervously scratches his head and places his hands on his hips, "I'm trying this online dating thing and it's...a lot."

You can't help but snort, "I feel ya," you give him a reassuring smile despite your heart dropping to your stomach, "So, uh, what sites or apps are you on?"

"Um...all of them?"

You snort again, "No way. Let me see your phone." you hold out your open palm to him and he places his phone into your hands after unlocking it. You swipe through his apps and your brows shoot up to your hairline, "Well it's not all of them , but it's definitely a lot." you look up from the phone to Bucky, "Can I give some advice?"

"Please, I'll take anything you can give me," he replies desperately.

You hop onto the washing machine and hold up his phone, "Okay. These apps are usually for the older crowd. Like thirty five and up, so if you're not picky about age, feel free to keep these. Now, these apps are what the younger generations use. Tinder is usually for hook ups, one night stands and all that. Not many people take Tinder seriously. Bumble, is a level up from Tinder. You'll find people who are more serious about finding a relationship with also a mix of people looking for something casual. Hinge, I think, is a level up from Bumble. You don't see people's typical lame ass bios, but their answers to some fun questions, what kind of relationship they're looking for, if they smoke or do drugs, etc. Also, I'm not sure if you know this, but you can change the age range on all of these apps. So instead of having it from 18 to 50, you can narrow it so 25 to 35 or however you want."

You look at Bucky and see his brows are furrowed in...concentration? Confusion?

"Was that too much? Do I need to slow down?"

He shook his head, "No, no, that's not it. Um, thanks, Y/N," he shoots you a grateful grin and you smile back, "No problem, Bucky." You see the gears turning in his head and you ask a question, he might be scared to ask you, "Do you want me to help you find some potential dates?"

"Will you?" he asks in that same desperate tone from earlier.

Again, you put on a smile, despite your breaking heart, "Sure!"

You tap on Hinge, double checking on his preferences, and then going to the main page.

"Oh! Look here. She's a single mom, but she's also a nurse. On the weekends, you're most likely going to find her wine drunk and watching movies with her kids. She has pets. She'd like to have more kids some day. She sounds nice. How 'bout it, Bucky?"

"Sure. She-She sounds good."

"Cool! So you tap on the heart on whatever thing on her page. So let's like her....answer here. If you want, you can comment something, but if not, you just forward it and hope to see that she'll like you back and you can start messaging her! Also, it looks like some people already like you! So you just tap on this icon here and you can scroll through the different people who've liked something on your page and it's up to you if you want to make contact or not."

Bucky hums and plucks his phone from your hands, "Wow. This-Thanks Y/N. This really helped."

"No problem, Buck! If you ever need more help, just let me know!" you hop off the washer and proceed to start up a load of laundry. You mind running back and forth about how you should shoot your shot, but you were too afraid of ruining the friendship you and Bucky have.

______________________

Bucky: Hey

You: What's up?

Bucky: can you come over? I need more help with this online dating situation.

You: sure!

You let your phone fall to your side with a sigh, Bucky has been asking for your help with his online dating for two weeks now and while you're always happy to help him, it just sucks seeing someone get his attention that you wish you had.

You roll out of bed, not caring about how you looked and exit your apartment, knocking on Bucky's door.

He swings open to reveal him in a tight blue henley and some black jeans, "Hey!" he shoots you a grin and moves aside to let you in, "So, um, this girl, Janine. We've been messaging for a few days now and she wants to meet up. Is that too soon? And where should I take her? I've," he pauses to chuckle to himself, "I haven't dated since the forties so..."

Despite your feelings for him, you knew Bucky deserved to be happy, especially after all the shit he's gone through.

"Hm, well, what kind of vibes are you getting from her?"

"Vibes?"

"Yeah, um, what feelings do you get when you talk to her? Do you feel happy? Do you want to get to know her more?"

"Uh, yeah, I suppose so. I think it'd be nice to meet her in person and get to know her more face to face."

"Then yeah, take her out. But since it's your first time meeting her in person, it should be something casual. Low key, no pressure. A decent restaurant or a bar is probably best."

Bucky nods, "Yeah. Okay. Um, do you think you could help me pick something out?"

You can't help but laugh, "Bucky, I'm sure whatever you choose to wear, you'll be fine."

"Okay. Thanks, Y/N," he slowly wraps his arms around you for a hug, but not too tight in case you're uncomfortable. You surprise him by hugging him back, giving him a little squeeze, "You're welcome, Bucky."

It was Saturday and you didn't have work. You friends asked you to hangout with them, but you didn't want to. You wanted to stay holed up in your apartment, wallowing because Bucky would be going on his date with Janine tonight.

You're mindlessly watching tv , curled up on the couch. You turn your face into the pillow and scream in frustration. You should've just asked him out when you had the chance, but now that chance is gone.

You groan as you roll off the couch and head to your balcony. You just need some fresh air. You push up your window and climb onto the metal balcony. You sit on the outdoor chair you have there and stare up into the night sky. The stars are twinkling, the moon is shining. It looks like a perfect night for a date and here you are, alone.

"Hey-"

"AAAHHH!" you scream by the sudden appearance of Bucky on his own balcony. You're staring at him wide eyed, hand on your chest.

Bucky couldn't help but laugh at your expression, "Sorry."

You shake your head and stand to meet him, "It's fine. What're you doing here? I thought you were on your date."

"Yeah, uh, turns out Janine didn't, what phrase did you use once, pass the vibe check?"

You snort, covering your mouth as you giggled. Bucky's smile grows at the sound and you pull yourself together, "Um, yeah that's it. But I'm sorry."

He shrugs, leaning against the railing, "Honestly, it's okay. I don't think the online dating thing is really for me. I think I'll probably stick to the old fashion way: meeting in person and asking them out on a date."

"That's understandable," you say with a nod.

"So how 'bout it?"

You look at him confused, "How 'bout what?"

"Do you wanna go on a date sometime?" you give a look of surprise and Bucky immediately adds, "But I totally understand if you don't want to. I just-you're nice, and beautiful, and funny I thought maybe-but we're friends so I totally understand if you don't-"

"No, no. Bucky, I just-I'd love to go on a date with you."

"Yeah?" You nod and he holds out his hand, "Come on then."

You give a nervous chuckle, "What?"

"I picked up a pizza after that disastrous date. We can eat and watch a movie. Casual and no pressure, right?"

You look from his striking blue eyes to his outstretched glove hand. You reach out to place your hand in his but then pull back, "Wait. I should probably change."

You step back to head back into your apartment, but Bucky grabs your hand, "You don't have to. You look great."

You chuckle and begin to climb from your railing to Bucky's, with his help, "Alright, Prince Charming. I expect to be wooed tonight."

"Of course you do, which is why I ordered pizza from your favorite place and I'm letting you pick the movie we watch."

"Bucky Barnes, I could kiss you!" you exclaim thoughtlessly but then you realized what you just said. You shook your head and began to ramble off excuses, "No no! I mean not now! Now that I don't want to kiss you. You're very kissable. Not that I imagine kissing you or anything it's just-"

Bucky leans in and gives you a little peck on the cheek, "I don't kiss until after the date's over, doll. So will that suffice for now?"

You could feel your cheeks heating up as you nodded and squeaked out, "Yup!"

He chuckled, taking your hand in his again and leading you to the couch where the pizza was waiting for you.