#rogvewitch1k

[chaotic-wanda]

Hope Of It All

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Prompt: “I need to know that it’s possible that two people can stay happy together forever.”

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: mentions of cheating, lots of angst, but I swear it ends fluffy (y’all should be proud of me for that)

A/N: Surprise! Here’s the Bucky fic I promised forever ago. Sorry for the delay, school and work is kicking my ass currently. So this is for @hopesbarnes​ 1k challenge (it’s super late, i’m sorry). Congratulations on the milestone!! If you’re not following her yet, you should be. This has not been proofread. 

Y/N knew she was acting paranoid. She watched with close eyes as Bucky made the other agent laugh, the younger girl twirling her hair between her fingers and batting her eyes at him. He’s always been friendly with everyone he meets. So why was it bothering her so much now? And why did he have to make the girl laugh so much? Y/N tore herself away from the interaction playing out in front of her, opting to take a stroll outside instead. 

There had been an obvious shift in her attitude since she got back from visiting her sister. She thought she had been doing a good job hiding it, but, anyone who knew her could tell something was off, even Vision. Instead of the happy and bubbly personality they were used to, she had grown tremendously quiet, withdrawing more into herself with each passing day. Bucky had noticed immediately, but whenever he would ask her about it, she would simply shrug and say she was fine. 

As she walked, Y/N looked at the leaves that were already beginning to change color. Fall had always been her favorite holiday. The promise of change and being able to start fresh always made her feel rejuvenated. But as she kept walking, she pulled her cardigan tighter around herself, feeling bitter about the changes this time around. 

She’d been so excited to see her sister and her family. Her brother-in-law was the closest thing she had to a brother and she loved her nephews as if they were her own children. 

Bucky had laughed at how excited she was while she packed.

“You talk to your sister every day and yet, you’re acting as if you haven’t seen her in years.” 

He watched her from the bed as she ran back and forth in their shared room, looking for a particular sweater to pack. She rolled her eyes at his statement but still couldn’t seem to wipe off the neverending grin she seemed to have for him. “This is different! We get to have wine nights in person and I can dance around with my nephews while having our sing-a-longs.”

Grabbing her as she passed, Bucky pulled her into his lap while wrapping his arms around her. “I would gladly do all of that with you and then you wouldn’t have to leave me for a week,” he whispered softly, barely brushing his nose with hers. Y/N smiled as she wrapped her arms around his neck and softly brushed her fingers through the back of his hair. 

“Mmm as tempting as that sounds…” she started kissing up his jaw causing Bucky to shiver underneath her before leaning into his ear, “you’re not as cute as the 4 and 6 year old boys waiting for me.” 

She grinned as she tried to pull away from him quickly but he was always faster than her. He threw her on the bed effortlessly as she giggled. Caging her in, he peppered her face with kisses as she kept laughing. He pulled back slightly with a soft smile as he watched her catch her breath. 

“I’m trying very hard not to be jealous right now.”

Y/N grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, pulling his lips down to barely meet hers. “There’s no reason to be jealous baby, I’ll always come home to you at the end of the day.” That’s all he needed to hear as his lips softly crashed into hers… 

Her excitement for the trip however had been ruined the moment she’d gotten to her sister's house. What she thought she’d be welcomed with were warm welcomes and hugs to go around for days. Instead, she found her sister alone, with tear stained cheeks and a look of heartache and exhaustion. Y/N quickly learned the kids were with their grandparents and her brother-in-law… well he had been staying at a hotel.

An affair. Y/N was still having a hard time grasping the truth. The harsh reality of her favorite couple coming down around her. They had practically raised her during her high school years and supported her with every endeavor she chose to follow after her parents divorce. They were the only reason she had believed in love to begin with after learning about her mother's cheating habits. It was the one healthy couple she’d ever had involved in her life, and it all turned out to be a lie. 

She’d stayed with her sister for longer than she had planned, only leaving when her sister swore that her best friend was coming to stay. But even as she left, she couldn’t help but feel like everything she had believed in was a lie. It had turned out that once your sister revealed the affair that many of the people in her friends group had one as well. Out of six couples, four had an affair that affected their marriage. Her sister and brother-in-law did everything right and always seemed so in love but it still didn’t work out. So what was the point of love if someone was always going to get hurt anyway? She’d lost her trust in anyone it seemed.

_

Y/N had always been wary of being in a relationship, the trust issues of her pass always seeming to build walls and keep people out. It had taken Bucky years to knock every obstacle down, but to him it had been worth it. Now the walls seemed higher than usual and he wasn’t sure how to bring them back down. Later that day, they silently got ready for bed, Y/N’s back turned towards him as she changed. The emotional distance made him feel sick to his stomach. 

He slowly walked towards her and reached for her hand. She visibly flinched and he quickly drew his own hand back as quickly as he’d reached out. He was trying to hide the hurt that was  evident across his face but she couldn’t even bring her eyes to look at him. 

“Doll… please tell me what’s going on. If I did something, I’m sorry but I can’t fix this if I don’t know why you’re so upset.” 

She stayed silent, leaving the room in a state of uneasiness as they both internally fought with themselves. She desperately wanted to tell him everything. About what happened and how scared she was that they would fall into the same fate. That one day he wouldn’t want her anymore. That she wouldn’t be enough. Bucky trying and failing to think of how to make this better. 

Slowly, he lifted her chin with his finger. Her eyes finally met with his and Bucky couldn’t help but feel his heart break as he saw the turmoil within them. Before she could push him away, he quickly pulled her into a heated kiss. She met him with just as much passion, teeth clashing and desperation mixed in. Suddenly, Y/N thought of everything that had recently happened. Between her sister, Bucky with the agent earlier, and all of her fear and insecurities that were consuming her, she came to her senses and yanked herself away, keeping him at arm's length. 

Keeping her eyes on the ground to hide the tears in her eyes, she hoarsely mumbled, “I think I’m going to go sleep in my old room tonight.” She made a quick exit and slammed the door before Bucky could even get a word out. The tears freely and swiftly ran down her face now as she choked back the sobs. She wanted more than anything to believe that Bucky truly loved her. He’d never given her a reason to doubt that. But she couldn’t help but think he’d leave her in the long run. It was better to have her heartbroken now than later down the road. 

Bucky stared at the door praying she’d come back any second now. He knew he could chase after her but it’s like his feet were stuck to the ground. He had hoped that maybe after the past couple of weeks she’d finally open up and instead, she had shut him out even more. Running both hands through his hair, he tried to calm his racing heart before letting out a frustrated yell. He dropped himself on the edge of the bed, cradling his head in his hands as he kept trying to figure out where it all went wrong. 

_

It had been over a week since their last exchange. Y/N opted for staying in her old room and every time he’d walk into the same room, she’d get up to leave. It broke his heart, but he didn’t want to be even more of a bother to her by chasing her down. The two of them moped around for days, always staring at each other longingly when the other wasn’t looking. The rest of the team was either concerned or annoyed by the lack of communication between the two. Sometimes a mixture of both. 

“Sam, you’ve got to talk to her. Figure out what’s going on,” Steve insisted. 

“How am I going to make a difference?”

“Are you kidding? You’re like a brother to her!”

“Yeah well you’re Bucky’s best friend. Why don’t you talk to him?”

“Because Bucky doesn’t talk when he’s upset.”

“Well neither does Y/N!”

The two bickered back and forth until Natasha finally snapped, “Enough! Sam, you’ll talk to Y/N and Steve you’ll talk to Bucky. It shouldn’t be this difficult.” Both nodded in agreement, not wanting to risk making her any more annoyed than she already was. 

That’s how Sam found himself at Y/N’s door, knocking lightly and waiting for a response. He heard rustling but still didn’t receive an answer so he knocked once more. When he still didn’t receive an answer, he threw open the door. He was met with a pouting Y/N.

“Go away, Sam.”

“Nope. You’re gonna get your infuriating ass out of bed and we’re gonna go for a walk.”

She pulled the covers over her head like it would tune him out. He watched her as he brought his hands to rest on his hips. “Really? You think I won’t drag you out of this bed?” When he didn’t receive a response he sighed before making his way to the bed and yanking the covers off.

“Sam!”

“Get up and let’s go.”

She begrudgingly agreed, knowing she wouldn’t win this battle since he was so determined. 

They walked along the path just outside of the compound, words barely being spoken. Sam wasn’t sure what to say and she wasn’t sure where to start. They would mildly chat about random things until the tension grew too much for Sam’s liking. Once they reached the lake, he decided it was time to level with her. 

“Alright baby girl, what’s going on? You’ve got me worried. Hell, you’ve got everyone worried.”

She shrugged, not daring to look at him but instead out at the water. “I don’t know what you mean.” Sam couldn’t stop the full belly laugh that came out of him. 

“Y/N I hate to break it to you but the only person on this team who is good at hiding things is Natasha. You’re closer to the bottom of that scale.” The comment made her smile slightly before the tears overcame her as she remembered why they were really out here. So she told him everything. About how her brother-in-law cheated, how she started feeling hopeless about relationships and saw that agent flirting with Bucky right afterwards, and especially about how she started pushing Bucky away before he realized he didn’t want her anymore. 

After explaining everything, she looked up at Sam with tears in her eyes, “I just… I need to know that it’s possible that two people can stay happy together forever.” She then dropped her head into her hands in an attempt to hide her tear stained face.

Sam sat with her in silence for a while and tried to rub her back in comfort. He was upset that she had kept so much to herself, knowing she had a tendency to let things fester until it became too much, but even more upset that he didn’t push like he knew he should have. Letting out a sigh, he turned towards her and grabbed her hands, “I can’t promise that it’ll last forever. It takes a lot of communication and a lot of work. But what I can promise you, Bucky loves you. He loves you so much he would go to the end of the earths for you. Shutting him out won’t solve anything and you’ll lose him before you realize it’s too late.”

Y/N took in a shaky breath as she nodded her head. “I don’t want to lose him, Sam. He means everything to me” she whispered. 

“Then go get your man and tell him everything you just told me,” he stood up and pulled her up with him. She gave him the faintest of smiles and threw her arms around his neck.

“Thank you, Sam.” After releasing him from her grip, she rushed towards the house in an attempt to find Bucky. 

She looked in several rooms and even asked Steve if he knew without any luck. She finally made her way to their shared bedroom and slowly opened the door. She sighed in defeat as she found it empty but still made her way in, looking around the room. It was strange how it felt foreign to her at the moment. Seeing her favorite sweater of Bucky’s laying on the chair, she grabbed it and slipped it over her shirt, taking in the smell of him. She’d miss that scent and they way he’d hold her close. Y/N slowly sank to the bed and curled up on his side, thinking he’d come in eventually and she’d be there waiting. 

She waited as the seconds passed into minutes which turned into hours. Sighing to herself in defeat since Bucky still hadn’t shown up, she slowly pushed herself off the bed. She lost him and had no one to blame but herself. Herself and her stupid insecurities. Y/N wiped the tears off her face but they fell quicker than she could catch them. Once she finally collected herself enough to be seen, she briskly walked out the door and to her own room.

The second she made it in, she slammed the door and slid to the ground. Sobs racked through her at the realization of her mistake that she couldn’t hear the feet running towards her. She felt hands clutching her arms and a voice asking, “Y/N what’s wrong?” Finally clearing the tears, she saw that Bucky was eye level with her. 

She reached out her hand to softly brush against his cheek, “Bucky? What are you doing here?” 

He grabbed her hands to lift her up before slowly leading her to the bed. Once she was settled, he found her some tissues to help wipe away the tears before settling in next to her. “I wanted to talk to you and when I couldn’t find you anywhere, I figured waiting here until you came back was my best option.” Y/N let out a slight laugh as she used the tissues to dab the tears from her eyes. “What’s so funny?”

She slowly reached for his hand and as he worked to intertwine their fingers, she smiled up at him. “Would you believe it if I said I had been doing the exact same thing?” He slightly smiled back before turning back to their hands, rubbing his thumb along hers. It was always the slightest sign of his anxiety getting to him and it broke her heart knowing she was the cause of it. “Buck, I’m so sorry for the way I’ve been acting.”

“What have I been doing wrong?” the look in his eyes as he asked the questions felt like a knife running down her chest. 

“Nothing! I swear, it was all me.” She attempted to pull him closer without actually ending up in his lap. Bucky looked down once more, and she could tell he didn’t believe her. Letting go of his hand, she gently placed both of hers on his cheeks in order to get him to look at her. “Please… you have to believe me when I say it’s nothing you did.”

“Then why did you push away from me? You know I’m always here for you. And you even flinched when I tried touching you not even a week ago.” Her cheeks flamed up at the accusations. She knew he was right and she truly felt shitty for it. 

“I know I don’t have the right to ask... In fact you could walk out of this door and never speak to me again and it still wouldn’t be enough for the way I’ve treated you… but can you just hold me?” her eyes were pleading and she looked at him with such desperation. Bucky didn’t even give it another thought though as he laid back and brought her with him. With an arm wrapped around her, he pulled her in close so that she could snuggle up closer to him. She rested her head on his chest just under his chin then grabbed his free hand with her own, working to intwine their fingers. Bucky was calm and understanding, and she knew he deserved better than her. 

A few seconds passed as she gathered her courage. “When I went to my sisters house, it felt like everything had gone to hell. She told me how her husband had cheated on her and she just looked so… broken.” Her voice quivered and Bucky pulled her in even tighter if it was possible. He knew that they had been a role model of romance for her growing up. “It just made me believe that love was hopeless. If they couldn’t make it, then who could? And then I got home and I saw that agent all over you. Despite the fact it was obvious you weren’t flirting back, it’s like my mind just shut down. All of my fears and insecurities cruelly took over me and I was worried that we were destined for the same fate. As if you were already growing tired of me.”

Bucky adamantly shook his head despite her not being able to see then pulled away just enough that he could look her in the eyes. “Doll, I don’t want anyone else. You know I easily get sick of other people, but I’m not sick of you. Ever. I’m actually pretty in love with you.” Her eyes closed to let the words sink in and she couldn’t control the few tears that found their way out. He pulled her up higher so that they could be face to face, gently stroking her cheek with his thumb. “Out of everyone I’ve ever known, you’re the only person I want to spend every day of my life with and that’s counting Steve.” She laughed at his statement and the grin on his face grew at hearing that sound. 

Her eyes met with his own as she placed her hand over his. She took a mental picture, wanting to remember this particular moment in spite of the ugliness and hurt that had been caused because it also came with hope and love. “What are you thinking about, baby?” Bucky’s voice coaxed her out of her own thoughts. 

“I’m pretty in love with you too. I’m sorry I’ve been acting like an idiot.” 

He brushed his nose slightly again hers, hovering right about her lips. “Promise me you’ll always talk to me when doubt starts creeping in? I’ll be sure to knock it right back out,” he whispered against them. She nodded and not even a moment later her lips crashed onto his, letting go of everything that had held her back. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her on top of him as he kissed her back with just as much ferocity, tongues tracing each other as if they were trying to learn each other once more. They both pulled away once the burning in their lungs became too much. Letting out huffs of air, they still didn’t let go. Y/N began leaving soft kisses along his face before meeting at his lips and giving him a soft peck. 

They spent the rest of the night curled up into each other, catching up on everything that had happened from the past few weeks while sharing a few kisses here and there, only ceasing their discussion as eyelids grew heavy and sleep overcame them. And for the first time in what felt like a long time, she finally slept through the night while holding onto the man she loved and who she knew loved her just as much. All the fears and insecurities that once drowned her now easily had slipped away and was replaced with the hope of all they would become.

Tagging: @winterprincess-sky​ @bugsbucky​

[iamnotoriginalphil]

I Choose You (Loki x f!Reader)

Synopsis: Things don’t go so smoothly after a night out.

Words: 1091

Warnings: none

AN: This was written for @hopesbarnes​‘s 1k writing challenge. I hope y’all like it!

The apartment was dark when you entered, your keys jingling in your hand. You’d lost Loki during your night out, but from the looks of it he hadn’t returned home. You set your keys down on the side table. You eased your shoes off your feet, letting out a sigh as you dropped the heels on the hardwood floor.

You pushed your fingers through your hair, moving it off your face. It was sticking to your lipgloss and the sweat left over from the frantic evening you’d had. You padded through the silent apartment, wandering into the kitchen. The moonlight streamed through the window over the sink, bathing the room in silver light.

You reached up into the cupboards, pulling a glass down. You filled it with water, chugging it back. You refilled the cup, pressing the cool glass to the skin of your face. You closed your eyes, taking a moment to enjoy the calm.

You padded back into the living room, rifling through your purse to find your phone. You had tried calling Loki multiple times that night but each time you’d been sent to voice mail. You pressed the phone to your ear, waiting to see if you could get a hold of him this time.

A faint buzzing started up somewhere in the room. You searched through the room. Loki’s phone was sitting on the armchair, vibrating in vain for your boyfriend’s attention. Much as you’d been experiencing all night. You picked it up, declining the call, rolling your eyes. You had to wonder how he constantly forgot his phone, especially when he complained he couldn’t get in contact with you.

You pushed your hair out of your face again, putting your cup down on the coffee table. You sunk onto the sofa, looking at the blank screen of the phone. You were ignoring the kernel of worry that had sprung up in the pit of your stomach. You knew the kind of trouble Loki could get into and you didn’t want to think where he might be. You wanted to push back the images in your head of him lying dead somewhere or picking a fight with some poor mortals.

You tossed the phone onto the table and stood up again, determined you wouldn’t sit and wait around for him to make himself known. You pushed the door to the bedroom open, looking forward to getting into your pyjamas and climbing into bed. Getting off your feet would be a blessed relief.

You reached up, grasping your dress zipper. You turned towards the closet. You blinked.

“Have you had a good night?”

Loki was sitting in the armchair in the corner of the room, little more than a dark shadow hovering just out of sight. You hated not being able to see him, not able to gauge how he was feeling.  He enjoyed keeping his emotions a secret. You stepped forward.

“Where’d you go?’ you asked.

“You no longer needed my presence,” he said.

“I always need you.”

You saw the shadow shift until the light from the window caught his face. He was nothing but sharp edges and harsh planes, black and white like a line drawing. He was achingly beautiful.

“You were occupied with some of those do gooders. I assumed you were done with me for the night.” His voice was low and dangerous, gravelly, making your stomach clench.

“Loki,” you said, stepping towards him, “I’m never done with you.”

“And yet you choose to be with the do gooders over me,” he spat.

“Loki, I didn’t know where you were. I called about twenty times. I texted you about every other minute. You were all I was thinking about.”

He scoffed. You reached out a hand, gently cupping his cheek. He jerked back but you stepped forward, putting yourself between his splayed thighs. He scowled at you, retreating back into the shadows. You took his chin in hand, tilting his head up until he was looking you in the eye.

“Loki, I choose you over everyone.”

He tore his face from your grip, slumping back into the shadows. You pushed your fingers through your hair, frustrated at how stubborn he was being. You thought you did everything to show him how in love you were with him, but he always seemed to think you weren’t.

“Fine. Believe what you want. I’m gong to bed.”

You turned away, ripping the zipper of your dress down, stepping out of it and flinging it onto the floor. You grabbed your pyjamas from the drawer. You stormed out of the bedroom, slamming the bathroom door behind you.

When you emerged you felt calmer, the hot water beating down on your skin washing away your anger until it was more manageable. You were ready to put the day behind you and crawl into bed until the next day dawned.

“I know you love me.”

You flinched, surprised as Loki stepped out of the shadows. His hands were deep in his pockets and he was refusing to look at you. You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose.

A cold hand grasped your wrist, removing your hand from your face. You looked up into ice blue eyes, taking a deep breath. He pushed some of your damp hair behind your ear. He gave you a bashful smile.

“I’m sorry.”

“I just wish you believed me when I told you how I feel.”

He pressed his forehead to yours, closing his eyes.

“I know you’re too good for me and it’s hard to believe that someone like you could feel that way about me.”

You could feel your heart breaking for him. You’d never understood the self hatred that seemed to sit in the core of his heart. It permeated your entire relationship and all you could do was reassure him how you felt.

“I understand that, but I can’t have you lashing out at me for things I’m not doing,” you said, pulling out of his hold.

“I’m sorry.”

“Promise that next time you feel this way you tell me instead of being passive aggressive to me.”

“I promise.”

You pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek. You gave him a soft smile as you threaded your fingers through his.

“Well, okay then.”

You tugged on his hand, pulling him a step towards the bedroom.

“That’s it?” he asked.

“That’s it,” you said, “time for sleep.”

His smile was bright enough to chase away any lingering shadows. Your answering one could have lit up the Empire State Building.

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[captainchrisstan]

Lay All Your Love On Me

Words:717

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warning: none

A/N:This was made with love for @hopesbarnes​, hope you like it  ✨ ❤️

Hey guys! ✨my mother language is not English, so if there is any mistake please help me to improve. Also, my work is not allowed to be on other platforms. Just comment, like and reblog ❤️

Bucky knew he screwed up the moment you walked away from him to sit with the women at the bar table.

"You have so many things to learn, man"  Steve had placed his hand on Bucky's shoulder to give him some moral support. 

"What did he say now?" Sam peeks out from behind Bucky to watch the show on stage.

"He told her her skirt was too short," Steve vouched for his best friend.

"Oh, man! Y/n is a free and independent woman... that's the worst thing you could have said to her"

"Thanks for the help Sam," says Steve as he pushes Bucky to sit down, if the other felt the change in the air they didn't say anything since it was Friday night, and Friday nights were sacred for the group, especially when they were without missions.

After a few drinks the atmosphere in the bar had changed, the laughter was louder, the karaoke had started to sound and Bucky could already feel everything moving out of place, the alcohol that Thor had brought had been a great help. The soldier could see how you were laughing with Wanda and Natasha and couldn't help but feel a knot in his stomach.

"Who's next?" said Jimmy, who was in cheerleading that night. Without thinking Bucky stands up from his seat and shouts "Me!!".

Steve tries to stop it but it's impossible, Sam just pulls out his cell phone to start recording and the others start whistling and clapping like crazy. Your soul leaves your body when you see Bucky next to the Dj playing a song, you try to look at Steve but he has his hands covering his face. 

Your boyfriend stands in the middle of the mini stage of the bar and a melody that you know very well begins to play. oh no, you try to ignore Bucky's melodious voice while the memories of all the times both of you sang the same song in the kitchen fill your mind, fixing your eyes on the glass you try to think about Bucky and the ridiculous thing he is doing for you. 

I wasn´t jealous before we met 

Now every man that I see is a potential threat  

And I'm possessive, it isn't nice

You've heard me saying that smoking was my only vice

But now it isn't true

Now everything is new

And all I've learned

Has overturned

I beg of you

A microphone was in front of your face as you looked up you could see Bucky's pleading eyes

"Come on baby"

"Sing it!" can be heard through the bar, so without further ado you grab the microphone.

It was like shooting a sitting duck

A little small talk, a smile and baby I was stuck

I still don't know what you've done with me

A grown-up woman should never fall so easily

I feel a kind of fear

When I don't have you near

Unsatisfied

I skip my pride

I beg you dear

Bucky grabs your hand to take you on stage and even though it sounds very cliche the whole bar starts singing.

Don't go wasting your emotion

Lay all your love on me

Placing you in the middle of the stage next to Bucky both of you start singing. Mamma mia was one of your favorite movies and Bucky knew it.

I've had a few little love affairs

They didn't last very long and they've been pretty scarce

I used to think that was sensible

It makes the truth even more incomprehensible

'Cause everything is new

And everything is you

And all I've learned

Has overturned

What can I do?

The whole bar starts singing to the rhythm of the music, even the team. 

Don't go wasting your emotion

Lay all your love on me

Don't go sharing your devotion

Lay all your love on me

When everyone finished clapping and laughing, Bucky looked at you intently with puppy eyes without noticing what was going on around him. You put your arms around his neck and smiled at him.

"Does that mean I'm forgiven?"

"It can be"

"Other! Another!" glasses hitting the table, laughter and whistling could be heard in the pub, but you only had eyes for Bucky.

"I think we should give our audience another show.”

[carolmaximoffs]

helping hand

summary: bucky lets sam cut his hair. he thinks it might shut sam up for once. (it doesn’t).

pairings: platonic! sambucky (unless u wanna read into things...i won’t be mad ab it)

warnings: swearing, bucky barnes and his cat, brief talk of nightmares/PTSD, sam wilson deserves a hug and every possible heroism medal the U.S. offers

a/n: this is my (short) entry for @rogvewitch’s 1K challenge! my prompt was “It’s really human of you to listen to all my bullshit” from Sixteen Candles. i hope i did it justice! i intended to make it longer but i like it where it is so i hope a drabble is alright. also, the bit about steve cutting bucky’s hair during the war is an idea from a fic i read a long time ago and can’t find for the life of me but it rlly stuck w me. 

“SO YOU’LL PUT THIRTY MINUTES into shaving with a straight razor passed down to you by George Washington, but you can’t be bothered with a damn haircut?”

If he wasn’t such a highly trained former-assassin and soldier, Bucky might’ve driven his razor straight into his cheek. Instead, he makes eye contact with Sam in the mirror. Apparently, half a face of shaving cream takes away from his menacing glare, because Sam steps fully into the bathroom. Bucky wills every muscle in his body not to flinch as Sam reaches to fiddle with a chestnut lock, tugging it teasingly.

“C’mon, man. Let Uncle Sam do you right,” Sam teases, quickly grimacing as he realizes the possible implication there. Bucky snorts, resuming shaving.

“I could cut it if I wanted to. And just because you’re Cap now doesn’t mean you can call yourself Uncle Sam,” Bucky retorts. Sam has been making comments about Bucky’s hair for years now - it was easy to brush them off. He watches Sam’s reflection scrunch his nose up, before suddenly the razor is snatched from his hands. “Hey-”

“No,” Sam says. Without further ado, he grips Bucky by the shoulders and all but shoves him into their shared kitchen. They both know Bucky could easily slip from his grasp, but he’s satisfied with quiet grumbling as Sam shoves him into a chair. The other man disappears, returning with scissors, clippers, and a towel that he dramatically drapes around Bucky’s shoulders. Bucky stares wordlessly at his faint reflection in the kitchen window. A much younger man, from an entirely different lifetime, stares back; in a Howling Commando’s camp somewhere, Steve stands behind him, soft hands brushing hair off Bucky’s neck. Sam’s hands are a little more calloused, but he seems much more comfortable with the task as he separates Bucky’s hair into sections.

One thing Bucky’s noticed about Sam, since the moment he met him, is that Sam is a people person. Which means he talks, about anything and everything, all the time. He’s always got a response; whether it be a teasing remark or a sarcastic quip, there’s always an answer with Sam, even if you don’t give him one in return. He’ll talk for you. In fact, he’s doing it for Bucky as he trims his hair. Bucky doesn’t really listen; he’s never really listened to Sam, if he’s being honest. One thing makes his ears prick up, though.

“...since he died. Never felt the same wearing the wings after that. I think it’s part of the reason I accepted the Cap’s job. Get rid of the wings, distance myself from the memories. I mean, Cap is high pressure, but any ‘hero’ job is, right? I did what I had to, as Falcon, but it still felt...a little wrong. Had to remind myself that he’d want me to keep using ‘em, keep saving the damn world.”

Sam laughs, a little self depreciating, a little nervous. Bucky can’t find it in him to respond, blinking dumbly as his brain tries to process the information. Sam keeps going, plugging the clippers in and settling a steady hand on Bucky’s jaw. Bucky’s a little startled by how natural the whole thing feels - how much he trusts Sam in this moment. He tilts Bucky’s head one way, then the other, talking all the while. “I mean, we knew it was risky. Hell, I wanted it because it was risky. And afterwards, it took me so damn long to process it...hardest part of being a counselor though is taking your own advice. Stay still, just one more thing. And yeah, I know it’s probably something I shouldn’t dwell on-”

Sam is walking away now, still yelling over his shoulder. “-but it pops up in a dream here and there, and I just can’t shake it, you know?”

He comes back with a dustpan, a broom, and Alpine on his heels. The snow-white cat swats at both Bucky’s hair and the broom as Sam sweeps the clippings up. Alpine mewls in distaste as Sam dumps the clippings into the trash, settling instead to hop into Bucky’s lap. Bucky clears his throat, eyes trained on the contrast of his prosthetic fingers against Alpine’s fur.

“I, uh, used to get nightmares a lot too. ‘Bout what I did, or being brainwashed. But since Wakanda, I...it’s a lot about falling. Not necessarily the memory but I...I feel like I’m falling. from the train. From anywhere, I guess”

Sam is tense; he’s out of Bucky’s line of sight, but the latter is hyper-aware of the other man’s presence. Bucky’s words hang in the air between them for a stomach-churning moment. Sam begins to sputter in the rare way he does when he is at a loss for words.

“You...you actually listened to what I said?” He asks, rounding the island. He’s fiddling with his phone, but his eyes are focused on Bucky. Bucky shrugs, face burning, still scratching at Alpine’s ears. He can only bring himself to look up when Sam laughs - actually full belly laughs, like anything that had been said in the past 10 minutes was funny. Sam slides his phone, open to the camera app, across the counter to Bucky. He’s still chuckling, gap-toothed grin on display. “It’s really human of you to listen to all my bullshit.”

“Bite me, Wilson,” Bucky snarls, not even hearing Sam’s faux-flirty reply. An irritated growl dies in his throat when he lifts the cell phone. Bucky stares at an image much clearer than his window-reflection. The face staring back is strikingly familiar, but a stranger all the same, in the way that an old friend might be. His free hand leaves Alpine (much to the cat’s dismay) to slowly drag over the tufts of hair still left on top. Sam has cropped his sides short, though not fully buzzed them. Bucky swallows thickly, suddenly overwhelmed with an emotion he can’t identify. Apparently, he’s quiet too long, because Sam speaks up.

“Do you like it?” Sam asks. His voice yields no inflections of insecurity, but when Bucky looks at him, he’s rubbing nervously at the back of his neck.

“I...yeah,” Bucky replies, surprised to find his voice hoarse. He clears his throat, brows furrowed. “Thank you, Sam.”

“I’m sorry, can you say that again?” Comes the smug reply, and Bucky practically throws Sam’s phone at the man. He walks out of the room, Alpine tucked against his chest and middle finger raised high. Sam’s laughter rings through the apartment, but even Wilson has the decency to pretend he doesn’t see Bucky appreciatively running his hands through his hair during movie night later that week.

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Touch-a, touch-a, touch-a, touch me

Song: Touch-a, touch-a, touch-a, touch me from The Rocky Horror Picture Show soundtrack.

Summary: You’re very inexperienced. Clint runs you a bath and jumps in with you, leading you to explore each other’s bodies.

Characters: Female reader x Clint Barton

Length: 1,545 words

A/N: This is probably 18+ in that while nothing explicit happens, it’s implied. This is for @hopesbarnes​ 1k challenge, hopefully you like it. I chose this prompt as I have the RHPS soundtrack so it fitted in nicely with the songshots. See here for what that’s all about. If you’ve been following me for a while, you may also remember me dressing up as Magenta last year for Rocky Horror fun with my friends, back when we could do such things.

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It’d been a pleasant walk with Clint and Lucky, right up until the moment the heavens opened. There’d been nothing about it on the forecast when you’d watched the morning news, so you, and everyone else in the park, had been taken by surprise. Clint blamed Thor, although there was no sign of him anywhere. By the time you made it back to Clint’s, you were sopping, puddles of water following you through to the bathroom along with Lucky.

Clint began running a bath and the idea of getting out of your soaked clothes was appealing. A long soak under the bubbles would definitely help.

You just hadn’t realised he’d be joining you.

He’d left you to get undressed and said he’d be back with an extra towel for you. Bathing was always something private for you, but you were well hidden under the bubbles when he came back in.

The large lavender towel was draped over the heated towel rack and you were about to thank Clint when he peeled off his jeans and underwear without warning.

“Oh,” you said, cheeks burning and eyes turned up to the ceiling.

“What’s up?” Clint asked. “I thought it’d be nice for us to warm up together.”

“Y-yeah,” you stammered unsure how to respond. It was a nice idea, you just weren’t prepared for it.

“Am I really that ugly that you can’t look at me?” he teased, stepping into the bath at the other end.

“No, it’s not that… it’s just I’ve never seen a man naked before,” you admitted, hoping that the bath plug would pop out and suck you away from this moment.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” Clint said, standing back up. “I can go away.”

“No, no stay… I think it’s about time I know what you look like.”

Clint hovered awkwardly, one leg in and one leg out of the tub, as Lucky licked bubbles off of his calf.

“I just assumed, because of your job, that you’d be comfortable with nudity. I’m sorry.”

“Clients don’t get fully naked for a massage, which you would know if you ever came to see me for some physio instead of trying to train through your injuries,” you told him with a small smile.

“So you’ve never…?”

You shake your head.

“That’s why you want to go slowly,” Clint realised. “If I agree to get back in, do you think you could look at me? Like you don’t have to look there but maybe try looking at my chest or something? You’re making me feel bad about all the cobwebs up there.”

You take a deep fortifying breath and lower your gaze. There was nothing to be scared or ashamed of, Clint was just a man, just like in a textbook.

Well, mostly. The men in textbooks had a lot less scars than Clint.

He eased himself into the water slowly, watching your expression as you took him in. It was both an honour and deeply terrifying to be the first man you saw up close and personal. He hoped the sight wouldn’t put you off men completely.

“Ok?” he asked when he finally sat down, extending a hand along the side of the bath for you to hold.

“Ok,” you said with a smile. “I’m sorry, that must’ve been quite weird.”

“You know who I work with and what I do, nothing is weird anymore. I’m just sorry I made you uncomfortable.”

“No, it’s ok. I had quite a conservative upbringing, but logically I know it’s ok to see someone naked. I’ve only ever kissed before. I thought there's no use getting into heavy petting. It only leads to trouble and seat wetting,” you admitted. “But I’m an adult, you’re an adult. If it’s something we both want, then there’s nothing to be ashamed about.”

“Absolutely, but please tell me if there’s anything you do or don’t want to do.”

“I will.”

“You can touch me, if you’d like to,” he offered.

“I don’t think I have any choice, your legs are against mine.”

“Sorry, I can move.”

“No, no it’s fine. Honestly, Clint, it’s fine. I would like to touch you, but maybe after our bath I could give you a massage, get to explore your body in a way that’s more familiar to me?”

“Sure, I think I’d like that… just maybe go gentle on me and don’t give me a Steve-style sports massage.”

“I promise it’ll be a relaxing massage, nothing too deep, I'll oil you up and rub you down. Assuming you have any oil.”

“Have a rummage in the box next to you, that’s where I keep all my bath stuff.”

Leaning over the side of the bath, careful to position your arm to maintain some modesty, you began rooting through the box. There were purple rubber ducks, lavender bath bombs, and a coffee face mask. Somewhere near the bottom you found an almost full bottle of coconut oil.

“Oh yeah, Nat brought that back from Fiji. Said it was great for the mosquito bites,” Clint observed as you waved the bottle triumphantly. “Will that work?”

“It’s perfect,” you said, before adding, “you’re perfect.”

“I appreciate the compliment, but that might be the voice of inexperience,” he chuckled. “What would you be comfortable with me doing to you?”

“You can touch-a, touch-a, touch-a, touch me,” you stammered out. “Maybe you could wash my back?”

“I can do that,” Clint said, closing his eyes so you could turn around without him watching.

“You can look,” you offered. “It’s only fair.”

“I don’t want to look because it’s fair, I want to look because you want me to look.”

“Um, ok. I’m not much to look at, but I’d like you to look.”

Clint knew that was a lie. Clothes could cover you but they couldn’t entirely hide the shape of you, especially after the rain had caused them to cling to your body. You were awkward in your movements as you stood and turned to face away from him, eyes downcast, and cheeks magenta. You were absolutely gorgeous and he had to will himself to calm down. An erection poking into your back was not going to help your nervousness about the whole situation.

Grabbing a purple pouffe from where it hung from the tap, Clint dipped it under the water and began to rub gentle circles across your shoulders and down your back, smiling to himself as you slowly relaxed back against him, so that your head was leant back against his shoulder.

“It’s funny,” you mused. “I always tell clients about the importance of touch and relaxation, how it soothes and calms stress, yet I don’t practice what I preach.”

“Why don’t you put your hands over mine and guide me where you’d like me to touch you?” Clint whispered against the top of your head. “You’ll be in control and I won’t touch anywhere you don’t want me to.”

Your hands were so soft covering Clint’s, so unlike his own, which were thickly calloused from all those years of handling his bow and arrows. The rest of you felt soft too, as you guided his hands, fingertips skimming against your skin. You didn’t stop guiding him until the water was lukewarm, and your fingers were wrinkly.

“Perhaps we should continue this out of the bath?” you suggested shyly. “I could dry you and you could dry me?”

“I’d like that a lot,” Clint said, very much admiring the view as you stood up in front of him. He didn’t want to get ahead of himself, but he could already foresee the need for another bath, or at the very least, a cold shower, if the massage you’d offered turned the way he thought it might. He would never pressure you, but it was interesting to watch you become more comfortable around him. Now you’d had a taste, it was clear you wanted more, and he was all too happy to oblige, no matter how much or how little you wanted. If you wanted to make the massage a more intimate one, he was happy with that, and would be more than happy to return the favour if you wanted him to.

He didn’t think he’d ever been dried as thoroughly in his life as you carefully patted and rubbed the towel over his skin, and he took the same care drying you. He felt a little bad when he considered the rough towelling off he’d given Lucky when the bath was running.

Clutching the towel around your chest, you followed Clint to his bedroom, bottle of oil in hand.

“Sorry dude,” he said, shooing Lucky back out after you stepped inside, “I’m gonna need a little alone time. Don’t want you trying to lick oil off me or anything.”

Massage was what you did but it was like being back on your first day of training, you were nervous to touch Clint, even though he was putting you in control, and lying modestly on the bed under his towel. Just like Clint, you realised that this might not be just a massage. That it might bring your relationship to a whole new level.

And beneath the nerves, that thought felt good.

[nekoannie-chan]

La Damisela

Pareja: Steve Rogers X Lectora agente doble.      

Palabras: 1142 palabras.

Sinopsis: Una damisela en peligro, quien en realidad es una villana, la cual captura a los héroes que vienen a salvarla.

Advertencias: Angst y traición.

N/A: Esta es mi entrada para Rogvewitch almost 1K writing challenge con la frase de película adolecente #8:

“Mantén a tus amigos cerca, y a tus enemigos más cerca” Cruel intentions

Y mi entrada para 7.7K follower celebration con la trama azul #13:

“La Damisela”.

Mi entrada para Nicola’s 5K Challenge con la frase Angst #8:

“La verdad es: solamente te estaba usando.”

Y mi entrada para Buckysrighthandoll’s writing challenge con la frase #2:

“Por supuesto que estás envenenado. Fui yo quien te lo dio”.

No doy ningún permiso para que mis fics sean publicados en otra plataforma o idioma (yo traduzco mi propio trabajo) o el uso de mis gráficos (mis separadores de texto también están incluidos), los cuales hice exclusivamente para mis fics, por favor respeta mi trabajo y no lo robes. Aquí en la plataforma hay personas que hacen separadores de texto para que cualquiera los pueda usar, los míos no son públicos, por favor busca los de dichas personas. La única excepción serían los regalos que he hecho ya que ahora pertenecen a alguien más. Si encuentras alguno de mis trabajos en una plataforma diferente y no es alguna de mis cuentas, por favor avísame. Los reblogs y comentarios están bien. DISCLAIMER:Los personajes de Marvel no me pertenecen (desafortunadamente), exceptuando por los personajes originales y la historia.

Otros lugares donde publico: Wattpad, Ao3, ffnet.

Si te gusto por favor vota, comenta y rebloguea.

Taglist: @sinceimetyou​

El entrenamiento de ese día había sido agradable, al final habían logrado asignar en diferentes equipos a los reclutas y todos parecían conformes. Fury siempre halagaba la gran pareja de misiones que Steve y tú eran, ya que obtenían los mejores resultados en los entrenamientos y las misiones.

Acababas de salir de las duchas del gimnasio, irías a revisar la documentación para la siguiente misión cuando recibiste una notificación, había una misión de última hora, era una emergencia, pusiste los ojos en blanco.

— ¿En serio es una misión de emergencia? —cuestionaste cuando viste a Steve.

— ¿Cuál misión? —cuestionó Steve.

— ¿No tienes que ir…?

—Esta misión es exclusiva para el equipo STRIKE —los interrumpió Brock.

—Pero…

—No hay tiempo para discusiones Cap, son órdenes de los superiores y aunque T/N y tú sean equipo, ella sigue siendo parte de STRIKE.

—Regresaré para la cena —le susurraste al oído a Steve y le diste un beso antes de irte.

Steve miraba con impaciencia la pista esperando que la nave llegara, puesto a que el mensaje que habían recibido un par de horas antes fue muy confuso, inclusive te llamó varias veces a tu celular y al comunicador, pero nunca contestaste.

En cuanto llegó la nave se acercó, todos venían con heridas, ¿qué había pasado? Probablemente pronto lo sabrían, seguramente le ibas a contar todo durante la cena.

En el momento en el que no te vio salir de la nave, prácticamente se abalanzó contra Rumlow, quien era el encargo de la misión ya que necesitaba saber que te había pasado.

— ¿Dónde está T/N? —Rogers cuestionó.

—L-lo siento Cap, ellos la atraparon, intentamos hacer todo lo que pu…

Steve le soltó un puñetazo, los otros miembros del equipo los separaron para evitar una pelea y complicar más las cosas porque sabían que Rumlow iba a responder a la agresión, ahora debían idear un plan para recuperarte porque era lo más importante.

—Sigo sin entender por qué tenemos que ir a salvar a T/N nosotros y no otro equipo…

— ¡Stark! No seas tan insensible, T/N es muy importante para Steve, tenemos que apoyarlo —lo regaño Nat.

Brock soltó un gruñido, las cosas entre él y Steve habían sido muy tensas desde aquella pelea.

—Ya es hora, tenemos que irnos —sentenció Steve, no quería seguir discutiendo, necesitaba asegurarse que no te hubiese pasado nada malo.

El camino fue en silencio. En su mente Steve repetía paso por paso lo que debían hacer, no iba a permitir ningún error que pudiese ponerte en peligro. Una vez que llegaron todos comenzaron a seguir el plan, mientras los demás se encargaban de los captores, Steve comenzó a buscarte.

Cuando escuchaste unos golpes afuera de la celda donde estabas, de inmediato te levantaste y pusiste en guardia, no sabías que era lo que pasaba, pero ibas a luchar. La puerta se abrió de golpe, más bien Steve la rompió para entrar, en cuanto lo viste sonreíste y te abalanzaste sobre él.

—Muñeca, ¿estás bien?

—Ahora lo estoy, sabía que no me ibas a dejar aquí como ellos me dijeron —respondiste.

Te dio un beso y luego se separó de ti para asegurarse que no estuvieses herida, después volvió a abrazarte, en cuanto llegaran a la base iba a pedir que te hicieran un examen médico para estar completamente seguro que no tuvieses ningún daño.

—Nunca, eres lo más preciado que tengo en mi vida, tenemos que irnos, los demás nos están esperando.

— ¿Los demás?

—Nat, Tony y el resto, no sabíamos que era lo que podíamos encontrarnos.

Asentiste mientras él les informaba a los demás que ya te había encontrado por medio de comunicador, le tomaste la mano y comenzaron a caminar hacia la salida, extrañamente los pasillos estaban tranquilos, finalmente se reunieron con el resto del equipo.

— ¿Estás herida? —cuestionó Natasha.

—Unos cuantos moretones nada más —respondiste.

—Fue más fácil de lo que pensé —expresó Tony pensativo.

—Debemos de irnos, estoy segura que T/N querrá darse una ducha o comer algo delicioso después de todo lo que ha pasado —dijo Nat.

Asentiste, Steve no soltaba tu mano, siguieron caminando juntos, no se dieron cuenta que el resto del equipo no estaba con ustedes.

—Stark, ¿seguro que este es el camino? —inquirió Steve, al no recibir respuesta volteó—. ¿Stark? ¿Dónde están?

Volteaste porque pensabas que estaban atrás de ustedes, inesperadamente enfrente apareció Brock.

— ¿Y los demás Rumlow?

Antes de que Brock pudiera responder, Jack dejó inconsciente a Steve con un fuerte golpe, tú sonreíste.

—Creí que iba a ser más difícil —comentaste.

—Claro, como a ti no te dio un puñetazo —Brock se quejó.

—Tenemos que llevarlos al laboratorio, ¿tienen a los demás?

—Sí, ni siquiera tuvieron tiempo para reaccionar.

Terminaste de agitar la bebida, sabías que Steve no tardaría en despertar, era momento de ejecutar el último paso, te sentaste enfrente de él, únicamente los separaba la mesa; Steve abrió los ojos lentamente.

—T/N, ¿qué pasó?

—Te desmayaste —respondiste—. Quizás deberías comer antes de que se enfríe —señalaste el plato enfrente de él y luego probaste un bocado del tuyo.

— ¿Dónde estamos? —preguntó él.

—En un lugar seguro.

Él comenzó a comer también, quizás había alucinado la última parte de la misión, unos minutos después de que terminó su bebida comenzó a sentirse muy mareado. Al alzar la vista se dio cuenta que algo raro estaba pasando.

 —T/N, ¿qué significa esto?

—Que estoy segura que estabas hambriento por eso hice esta comida tan especial —respondiste sonriendo, pero no era la sonrisa que Steve conocía sino una muy diferente, era malvada.

En ese momento comenzó a sospechar, ¿qué era lo que realmente estaba pasando?

—T/N dime la verdad.

—La verdad es: solamente te estaba usando.

—N-no entiendo…

—Soy HYDRA, pero eres tan estúpido que no te diste cuenta.

— ¿Qué? ¿Qué me diste? ¿Acaso me envenenaste? —preguntó de forma entrecortada.

—Por supuesto que estás envenenado. Fui yo quien te lo dio”

—Pero eso es imposible, soy inmune a los venenos —la voz de Steve sonaba entrecortada.

Hiciste una mueca, eso lo sabías, pero siempre te había disgustado que se comportara así le quitaba toda la diversión, por supuesto que sabías que él era inmune a los venenos, aunque sonreíste cuando viste que cada vez palidecía más, no tardaría mucho en cerrar los ojos.

—De acuerdo señor sabelotodo, no te envenené, te di algo especial para que el suero…bueno no importa mucho porque en HYDRA tenemos grandes planes para ti —te acercaste hasta donde él estaba, pusiste tus labios cerca de su oído —. Mantén a tus amigos cerca, y a tus enemigos más cerca —le diste un beso en la mejilla antes de que él perdiera el conocimiento.

—Agente T/A hizo un trabajo excelente —te felicitó al entrar el Supervisor.

—Gracias señor, ¿cuál es el siguiente paso?

—Esperar a que despierte, Cráneo Rojo estará feliz —aseguró el Supervisor.

[hopesbarnes]

i crossed my fingers THE ENTIRE TIME that this would have a happy ending😭 im signing here like

and it did and im so happy😍 I loved this so much you don’t even know.

the “Youre the only person I want to spend every day of my life with and that’s counting Steve,” line HAS ME LAUGHING TOO

Hope Of It All

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Prompt: “I need to know that it’s possible that two people can stay happy together forever.”

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: mentions of cheating, lots of angst, but I swear it ends fluffy (y’all should be proud of me for that)

A/N: Surprise! Here’s the Bucky fic I promised forever ago. Sorry for the delay, school and work is kicking my ass currently. So this is for @hopesbarnes​ 1k challenge (it’s super late, i’m sorry). Congratulations on the milestone!! If you’re not following her yet, you should be. This has not been proofread. 

Y/N knew she was acting paranoid. She watched with close eyes as Bucky made the other agent laugh, the younger girl twirling her hair between her fingers and batting her eyes at him. He’s always been friendly with everyone he meets. So why was it bothering her so much now? And why did he have to make the girl laugh so much? Y/N tore herself away from the interaction playing out in front of her, opting to take a stroll outside instead. 

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SOMEHOW I MISSED THIS AND I FEEL REALLY REALLY BAD!!

this was so soft and cute and i loved it a ton💓

helping hand

summary: bucky lets sam cut his hair. he thinks it might shut sam up for once. (it doesn’t).

pairings: platonic! sambucky (unless u wanna read into things…i won’t be mad ab it)

warnings: swearing, bucky barnes and his cat, brief talk of nightmares/PTSD, sam wilson deserves a hug and every possible heroism medal the U.S. offers

a/n: this is my (short) entry for @rogvewitch’s 1K challenge! my prompt was “It’s really human of you to listen to all my bullshit” from Sixteen Candles. i hope i did it justice! i intended to make it longer but i like it where it is so i hope a drabble is alright. also, the bit about steve cutting bucky’s hair during the war is an idea from a fic i read a long time ago and can’t find for the life of me but it rlly stuck w me. 

“SO YOU’LL PUT THIRTY MINUTES into shaving with a straight razor passed down to you by George Washington, but you can’t be bothered with a damn haircut?”

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[hopesbarnes]

this was so freaking adorable😭 him singing it because he knows she loves mamma mia, what a man.

thank you for this💓 i absolutely loved it!

Lay All Your Love On Me

Words:717

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warning: none

A/N:This was made with love for @hopesbarnes​, hope you like it  ✨ ❤️

Hey guys! ✨my mother language is not English, so if there is any mistake please help me to improve. Also, my work is not allowed to be on other platforms. Just comment, like and reblog ❤️

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awww loki! i loved the way reader dealt with his self doubt and their communication. this was such a cute fic!

I Choose You (Loki x f!Reader)

Synopsis: Things don’t go so smoothly after a night out.

Words: 1091

Warnings: none

AN: This was written for @hopesbarnes​‘s 1k writing challenge. I hope y’all like it!

The apartment was dark when you entered, your keys jingling in your hand. You’d lost Loki during your night out, but from the looks of it he hadn’t returned home. You set your keys down on the side table. You eased your shoes off your feet, letting out a sigh as you dropped the heels on the hardwood floor.

You pushed your fingers through your hair, moving it off your face. It was sticking to your lipgloss and the sweat left over from the frantic evening you’d had. You padded through the silent apartment, wandering into the kitchen. The moonlight streamed through the window over the sink, bathing the room in silver light.

You reached up into the cupboards, pulling a glass down. You filled it with water, chugging it back. You refilled the cup, pressing the cool glass to the skin of your face. You closed your eyes, taking a moment to enjoy the calm.

You padded back into the living room, rifling through your purse to find your phone. You had tried calling Loki multiple times that night but each time you’d been sent to voice mail. You pressed the phone to your ear, waiting to see if you could get a hold of him this time.

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[hopesbarnes]

the soft ok? ok. between them😭 this is such a good story and such an honest view at consent between people and im soft

thank you for entering!!

Touch-a, touch-a, touch-a, touch me

Song: Touch-a, touch-a, touch-a, touch me from The Rocky Horror Picture Show soundtrack.

Summary: You’re very inexperienced. Clint runs you a bath and jumps in with you, leading you to explore each other’s bodies.

Characters: Female reader x Clint Barton

Length: 1,545 words

A/N: This is probably 18+ in that while nothing explicit happens, it’s implied. This is for @hopesbarnes​ 1k challenge, hopefully you like it. I chose this prompt as I have the RHPS soundtrack so it fitted in nicely with the songshots. See here for what that’s all about. If you’ve been following me for a while, you may also remember me dressing up as Magenta last year for Rocky Horror fun with my friends, back when we could do such things.

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It’d been a pleasant walk with Clint and Lucky, right up until the moment the heavens opened. There’d been nothing about it on the forecast when you’d watched the morning news, so you, and everyone else in the park, had been taken by surprise. Clint blamed Thor, although there was no sign of him anywhere. By the time you made it back to Clint’s, you were sopping, puddles of water following you through to the bathroom along with Lucky.

Clint began running a bath and the idea of getting out of your soaked clothes was appealing. A long soak under the bubbles would definitely help.

You just hadn’t realised he’d be joining you.

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Touch-a, touch-a, touch-a, touch me

Song: Touch-a, touch-a, touch-a, touch me from The Rocky Horror Picture Show soundtrack.

Summary: You’re very inexperienced. Clint runs you a bath and jumps in with you, leading you to explore each other’s bodies.

Characters: Female reader x Clint Barton

Length: 1,545 words

A/N: This is probably 18+ in that while nothing explicit happens, it’s implied. This is for @hopesbarnes​ 1k challenge, hopefully you like it. I chose this prompt as I have the RHPS soundtrack so it fitted in nicely with the songshots. See here for what that’s all about. If you’ve been following me for a while, you may also remember me dressing up as Magenta last year for Rocky Horror fun with my friends, back when we could do such things.

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It’d been a pleasant walk with Clint and Lucky, right up until the moment the heavens opened. There’d been nothing about it on the forecast when you’d watched the morning news, so you, and everyone else in the park, had been taken by surprise. Clint blamed Thor, although there was no sign of him anywhere. By the time you made it back to Clint’s, you were sopping, puddles of water following you through to the bathroom along with Lucky.

Clint began running a bath and the idea of getting out of your soaked clothes was appealing. A long soak under the bubbles would definitely help.

You just hadn’t realised he’d be joining you.

Keep reading