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[shipsi]

Home Office Tampa An illustration of a modern home office with a large freestanding desk, white walls, and a gray floor.

[silvabrylee]

An elaborate arts and crafts basement design, for example Example of a large arts and crafts underground basement design

[shesarmed]

Basement Underground Denver Example of a large arts and crafts underground basement design

[jobean12-blog]

Impossible to Resist

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader (Mafia/Mob AU)

Word Count: 1,144

Summary: From time to time your husband has to attending important events and from time to time you just don't want to go and would rather keep him home.

Author's Note: Seb's new and delicious looks have been so fun! I just loved the idea of a bratty reader seeing him looking perfect and just needing to keep him home-at least a little longer 😏Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️ Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you so much Daisy! 🥰

Warnings: fun, fluff, bratty reader, dom Bucky but he's always soft and sweet for his wife, fingering, curses

“You’re still not dressed?”

Bucky’s voice rumbles through the room and even from your semi-hidden spot under the plush covers you can hear the edge in his voice.

“BUCKKKYYYYY. I don’t feel like going to the gala,” you whine.

“Doll,” he warns. “We don’t have time for you to be a brat. Get. Dressed.”

“NO.”

In the next breath the covers are ripped from your body and your bare skin instantly chills in the cooler air. You keep your face snuggled into the pillow to hide your smile but do nothing to hide the curves of your body for him.

You feel his heat first then the familiar weight of him against you when his lips meet your ear.

“If you’re trying to tempt me into staying home it’s not going to work.”

“Yes it is,” you murmur, still hiding.

That’s when you take the opportunity to remove yourself from the pillow and languidly stretch your body out under him.

Your breath catches when your eyes focus on him.

His lips turn up into a knowing smirk and he stares right back. Your palms flatten on his hard chest and you gently push him off you so you can get a look at all of him.

The crisp white material of his shirt is fitted against every sculpted muscle and his pants fall effortlessly over his long legs. But it’s the neatly fastened bow tie that has you  licking your lips before your teeth sink into the wet flesh.

“Bucky.”

You sit up and crawl to the edge of the bed to reach out for him. Your arms circle around his neck and you curl your fingers through the ends of his hair.

“I don’t want to go,” you whine. Again.

He takes your chin between his fingers and tugs your face up to his to let his nose run along your cheek and when his lips are just a centimeter from yours he whispers, “get dressed.”

With a kiss he releases your chin and steps back.

You pout and chase his lips. “What am I going to wear?”

“I bought you something. A surprise. Come see.”

Still naked, you slide from the bed and follow with a huff.

“I think what I’m wearing now is just fine,” you purr.

He takes your hand in his, sliding his fingers up your arm until they rest at the back of your neck. He gently massages as he guides you toward your walk-in closet.

“Definitely my favorite outfit,” he croons. “But not for a gala.”

You giggle and press yourself into his side.

A garment bag hangs against one of the glass doors and he walks over to slowly unzip it, revealing a gorgeous designer dress beneath.

You gasp and clap your hands together.

“OH BUCKY! It’s perfect.”

“Of course it is,” he preens. “I picked it out.”

You step into his arms and press your soft curves against his hardness.

“Are you sure I have to get dressed now though?”

Your fingers work along his broad shoulders and then straighten the bow tie at his neck. You graze your hands over his chest and bat your lashes.

“Doll face,” he simpers.

“Hmm?” you ask in a soft sweet voice, feigning innocence.

His hand falls between your bodies and he smooths his fingers along your skin leaving goosebumps in their path.

A soft moan spills past your lips and he moves you toward the wall, pinning you against it with his body.

As his fingertips continue teasing along your skin you quickly undo his bow tie so you can tug on each side and pull his lips down to yours. He groans into your mouth and slips his hand between your legs.

“Please Bucky. Please,” you beg. “I need you.”

“Fuck doll,” he murmurs. “You know hearing those words makes me weak.”

When his fingers meet your soaked flesh he hisses out another curse and easily slides them along your clit, gently pressing and circling until your legs are shaking.

“Is this what you want baby doll?” he asks as he pulls away to gaze at you.

“Yes Bucky,” you breathe out. “Yes!”

He’s still fully dressed and the lush fabric of his clothes is overwhelming as it glides along your heated and sensitive skin. With his hand wedged between your bodies you can feel the cool metal of his bracelet and ring as they press into your skin and it makes you roll your hips, desperate for more.

A firm hand spreads your thighs wider and he pushes a finger inside you. His lips meet your neck and he bites down on your pulse point, relishing how you tighten around his finger.

“You’re such a brat,” he whispers against your lips. “So needy for me.”

“Always Bucky,” you answer on a moan.

He slips a second finger inside you and rolls his thumb over your clit. His other hand ghosts up to your neck and gently closes around your throat. At first the pressure is light but as you begin to chant his name he puts more, squeezing harder like you squeeze his fingers.

Your orgasms hits you in a blissful ripple, making your body tremble and cling to him until you ride out every second of perfection.

He pulls his fingers free, still glistening with your release, and lifts them to your mouth to run them along its plush outline. Your tongue darts out to lick them and he hums in satisfaction, parting your lips until you clean his fingers of every drop.

“See how sweet you taste,” he whispers before he kisses you.

You’re putty in his hands by the time he pulls away and you grasp his shoulders.

“Please. I want you inside me Bucky.”

His mouth captures yours in another hard and dominant kiss. “I decide when I’m going to fuck you.”

Your lips curve wickedly. “Fine. As long as it’s now.”

Amusement dances in his eyes, but it’s quickly extinguished with determination and desire. Keeping his gaze locked on you, he starts to drag the undone bow tie from his neck.

You try to stay steady as he reaches behind you and brings your wrists together, securing them tightly with the silky fabric.

“You’re going to do as you’re told,” he murmurs as he spins you around and presses his chest to your back.

His lips lightly brush the shell of your ear. “Understand doll?”

You give your wrists a slight tug, whimpering when nothing budges.

“Yes Bucky. I understand.”

He steps back to look at you, naked with your legs spread wide, thighs shiny with your wetness, and growls out a low “fuck.”

“Please Bucky!”

You arch along the wall, presenting yourself for him.

“When I’m ready doll,” he says, running his hand along the curve of your spine, “I’ll fuck you like the madman you’ve turned me into.”

@lizette50 @hiddles-rose @randomfandompenguin @goldylions @blackwidownat2814 @buckysdollforlife @littleseasiren @kmc1989 @identity2212

[brunchable]

You told Bucky that, 'He's right' 《Drabble》

Words: ≈600

Pairings: Husband!Bucky Barnes x f!reader.

A/N: omg i actually wrote a short story. Dunno if you'd call it a drabble if its >100words but eh. Divider is mine :)

Bucky stared down at his phone, his brow furrowed in confusion. He sat on the edge of the bed, glancing at the door you had just walked through after the argument. Everything about the situation felt... wrong.

"Did I hear that right?" he muttered to himself, his voice tinged with disbelief.

You had said the words no married man expects to hear, especially after an argument: "You're right."

A cold sweat broke out on Bucky's forehead. He picked up his phone and hurriedly typed a message to Sam, his thumbs flying over the keys like it was a mission.

Bucky: Hey, I just had an argument with Y/N, and she just told me I was right. What do I do next?

Sam's response came almost immediately, as if he'd been waiting for the exact moment Bucky's world flipped upside down.

Sam: Oh no. What did you do?

Bucky: That's the thing! I didn’t do anything!

Sam: Doubt it. Check again. You definitely did something.

Bucky got up and peeked out the bedroom door. You were calmly sitting on the couch, scrolling through your phone as if nothing monumental had just occurred. No fuming. No angry glares. You even had a tiny smile on your face. That, more than anything, terrified Bucky.

He quickly shut the door and leaned against it, typing with even more urgency.

Bucky: I swear! She just said, “You’re right.”

Sam: She said WHAT?

Bucky: “You’re right,” Sam. I’m not messing with you. What do I do? Is this a trap?

A long pause followed. Sam was probably trying to process what Bucky was saying, and that made Bucky even more nervous. His phone buzzed with another message.

Sam: Listen, man, if she said you're right, there's no going back. You’re in uncharted territory now. Just apologize.

Bucky: But she said I’m right!

Sam: And you’re still wrong. Did your Dad not tell you that women are always right?!

Bucky's mind raced. What if this was some sort of test? What if this was a new form of argument he had never encountered before?

Bucky: Okay, but what do I apologize for?

Sam: For breathing. For existing. Pick one, man. Just go with it.

Bucky sighed, rubbing his temples. None of this made sense. He felt like a soldier in a war zone, except the enemy was invisible, and the battle lines were non-existent. He looked at his phone one last time, hoping for some final piece of wisdom from Sam.

Sam: If she said you're right, just apologize and bring her chocolate. And flowers. Actually, maybe throw in a puppy just to be safe.

Bucky: A puppy? Where am I supposed to get a puppy at this hour?

Sam: Figure it out. Good luck, man. It was nice knowing you.

Bucky groaned, shoving the phone in his pocket. He paced for a few minutes, trying to figure out the best approach. Finally, with a deep breath, he walked into the living room, feeling like he was marching to his doom.

You looked up at him with a raised brow. "Something on your mind?"

Bucky cleared his throat, feeling a bead of sweat slide down his back. "Listen, doll, about earlier... I just wanted to say I’m... sorry."

Your brow furrowed slightly. "For what?"

"For... being right?"

Your lips twitched, and you quickly covered your mouth with your hand, hiding a smile. "Oh, really?"

Bucky shifted nervously. "Yeah, and for... everything else. Just... all of it."

You finally burst into laughter, doubling over as you clutched your stomach. "Oh, Bucky, you’re ridiculous."

Bucky blinked, completely thrown off. "Wait, what? So I’m not in trouble?"

You shook her head, wiping away tears of laughter. "No, you goof, why would you be? I just didn’t feel like arguing anymore. I knew you'd spiral the moment I said you were right."

Bucky blinked. “So, you were messing with me.”

You grinned mischievously, shrugging a shoulder. "Just a little. But I like the apology."

Bucky shook his head with a grin. “I swear, you’re going to be the death of me, doll.”

As you laughed, Bucky’s phone buzzed again. He glanced at the screen to see another message from Sam.

Sam: You still alive?

Bucky: Barely. You owe me a puppy.

[hometoursandotherstuff]

This contemporary 1961 updated mid-century modern home in beautiful Greenwich, Connecticut is a great place to showcase an art collection or your own art. 3bds, 3ba, $2.250M.

I wouldn't buy the house unless that wire guy conveyed. The house was updated, but still retains the MCM vibe. The white walls are the perfect backdrop for colorful art.

The dining area is 2 steps up, so I guess it would qualify as a sunken living room.

Nice room, gets natural light, and it looks like the shelving is built-in.

Another 2-step platform leads to the stairs and the kitchen is right thru a doorway.

The kitchen is roomy and looks like it has the original cabinetry plus a whole wall of storage.

Plenty of space for everyday dining with a beautiful display wall.

Love the colors of the library wall. Every room has a door to an outside area.

Original stairs in the hall lead to a 2nd level.

On this floor is a family room with a nice storage unit. The large room is divided by a free standing bookshelf and note the stairs to a 3rd level and a balcony on the right.

On the other side of the divider is a workspace. Sliding stores open to a terrace on both sides.

Looking down on the space from the balcony.

Also on the 2nd level is this beautiful primary bedroom. Love the pink tiles, beams, and skylight.

Dressing room/closet has a makeup table.

One of the secondary bedrooms is a nice space.

Nice simple bath.

The home also has a sauna.

Barn with a guest space.

One of several working sheds on the property- the original owner was a children's poet and her husband, an architect.

5.60 acres of beautiful wooded property.

[thornsnvultures]

Already There

Lumberjack!Bucky Barnes x plus size!fem!reader

cw: slight angst, 950 words

a/n: a short follow up to my fic Ooey Gooey after Bucky leaves with Sam. I've had this 2/3rds written for like 5 or 6 months now 🙃 finished up the rest of it for @the-slumberparty 's week two prompt: Write a drabble/one shot as a continuation to one of your previous works. Based on the song "I'm Already There" by Lonestar. divider by @/firefly-graphics

Bucky can't sleep. Anxiety seeping through his bones. His body isn't used to being on the road for this long anymore.

Sitting at the edge of the too soft, too small bed in just his boxers. Even though the room is cool he's covered in sweat from a night of tossing and turning.

Bucky runs his hands through his hair and thinks of you. How your warm smile can wipe away all his worries. It's why he starts every day with you at the general store. And why he feels your absence so strongly now.

He wants to see you.

It's been days but it feels like years. His phone is a brick, built for making emergency calls out in the middle of nowhere, not video calls like Sam's fancy new iPhone. It still has an antenna for fuck's sake. Until you, Bucky didn't have a reason for a real cell phone. He knows Sam wouldn't mind Bucky using his but Bucky's not waking him up so he can tease him about giving his sort of girlfriend a call at one am.

So Bucky sits there, contemplating. He scratches his stubbled jaw, worrying at his lower lip. Would you even pick up this late at night? You said you'd answer no matter what, but this is different from his usual 9am calls when you're already up and most likely at work.

"Fuck."

Sam stirs behind him on the other bed but doesn't wake. Bucky throws on a pair of sweats and heads for the door to the balcony, grabbing the brick on his way out.

The cool night air wraps around Bucky his sweat slick skin feeling tight as he closes the sliding glass door. There's not much of a view, just the parking lot of this old motel and the fog dense trees beyond.

But the moon, she's nearly full and so, so bright.

Bucky takes a deep breath and dials your number, pushing away thoughts of whether or not he deserves to hear your voice right now. It doesn't matter, he can be selfish for a moment.

The phone rings twice and in those short seconds Bucky's heart rate skyrockets almost painfully until, finally, you answer.

"Bucky?"

The breathy way you whisper his name makes his stomach tighten. It's a moment too long before he responds.

"Hey."

"Everything okay?"

Bucky can hear your sheets rustling, the switch to your lamp clicking on as you presumably sit up in bed.

"Yeah...yeah I'm sorry for waking you. Just couldn't sleep."

He hesitates, the frayed drawstring hanging from his sweats unraveling even more as Bucky plays with it while he takes a deep, shaking breath.

"I -- uh, I wanted to hear your voice."

"Oh."

You sound surprised. Bucky hesitates.

"I'm sorry, it's late I'll let you get back to sleep."

"No! No, it's okay. I'm glad you called."

"Yeah?"

"Of course, Bucky," your giggle makes Bucky smile, feel that warmth spread through his chest again like it did the last time he saw you. Filling him to burst with that one sound.

"God I miss you, sugar. Sam's keeping me up all night with his snoring."

"Oh, no. Is it that bad?," you gasp in mock horror.

Bucky smirks as one of Sam's snores rattles through the glass door behind him.

"The worst, sugar. He could wake the dead."

"Should'a sent you off with ear plugs, huh?"

"Mm, you'll have to remind me next time."

Bucky pauses at the prospect of a "next time", of leaving you again when he's just got started loving you like he's wanted to for what feels like forever.

"I miss you, sugar."

"I miss you too, Buck," he can hear your sweet smile. It makes his heart ache.

Bucky's throat feels tight. He didn't know how much he needed to see your beautiful face every day until he left.

"Is it silly to feel this way? Like I can't breathe without you here."

"It's not silly," you sniffle on the other end of the line and Bucky almost regrets saying anything.

"I can't wait to feel you again. Take you in my arms and not let you go."

You laugh into the receiver and Bucky can't stop from smiling.

"Sam will have to pry me off you with a crowbar to get you off me and back to the Mill."

"He's welcome to try," Bucky practically snarls.

"I love you, Bucky."

He swallows the lump in his throat, taken aback by your sudden admission.

"I know you're having a hard time, but I'm right there with you, sleeping under the same moonlight and wishing you were right here with me. It's not silly. You're not asking for too much. And I miss you way more than you miss me."

Bucky scoffs at your teasing and wipes at his eyes. "No way, sugar.

"Prove it to me when you get back, then. Show me how much you missed me when you see me again and we'll decide then."

"I love you, sugar."

"I know. Make it back home safe so I can have you all to myself."

Bucky adjusts his sleep pants, imagining all the ways he can have you just how he wants to.

"Get some sleep, Buck. I need to know you'll be safe out there on the road."

"I will. I promise."

"Good. Good night, handsome.

"Goodnight, sugar."

Bucky hangs up, giving the antenna a satisfying click shut. He takes one last look at the moon before heading back inside and crawling under the covers. For the first time since before his accident, Bucky falls asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow. And he dreams of you, bathed in moonlight.

[late-to-the-party-81]

Meet, Greet, Indiscreet - Chapter 3

AN: A big hug and kiss from me to all of you who read and commented on the previous two chapters - find chapter one here and chapter two here.

And a final big thanks to @endlesstwanted for making this fic coherent.

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Summary: It’s time for Steve to reveal exactly what led up to his accidental coming out. Will he ever get over the embarrassment? Will Bucky ever let him near his computer ever again?

Relationships: Modern Bucky Barnes x Cap! Steve Rogers

WC: 2.4k

CW: Modern Bucky Barnes, Cap! Steve Rogers, Fluff, TV Interview, Flashback, Accidental nudity, Accidental coming out, Steve Roger’s Ass.

Bingo Fills and Challenges:

@stuckybingo B1 AU: You Tuber

@steverogersbingo D1 Steve vs The Internet 

Three weeks ago

Steve was tired. No, not tired. Exhausted. Weary in a way he couldn’t remember feeling. Admittedly, he and the others had been fighting super-robots in Belize for three days straight, but Steve was sure that the way he was feeling was because he wasn’t as young as he once was. Tony liked to joke that he wasn’t doing bad for a hundred and five, but physiologically he was only in his early forties. However, most forty-year olds were slower than their thirty-year old former selves. 

No-one quite knew what effect the serum would have on him as he got older, whether his body would age at a fairly normal rate, or just slow down. Either way, he was feeling forty-something and the mirror in the bathroom at the compound had agreed with him. At least Tony was feeling his age too, and agreed that a debrief could wait until tomorrow, after they’d all had a good night’s sleep. That being said, Steve actually had no idea what day it actually was, so there was a chance he could just get out of the debrief all together by feigning confusion, and he dearly wanted to not have to go anywhere when he finally woke up.

At this moment in time, he was riding his bike over to Bucky’s place and he wasn’t planning to leave for several days if he could help it. After the quinjet had landed, he’d only stopped long enough to change out of his uniform and have a quick shower. Then it was down to the garage and out onto the highway. He hadn’t seen Bucky in almost a week now, and he had been so busy tearing apart foes that were as tenacious as Ultron, if not as intelligent, that he hadn’t had any time to text him other than on the way home. Even then, that had been a cursory ‘I’m still alive, see you soon, love you’ type of missive. He knew Bucky wouldn’t hold it against him - his partner was more than well aware that this was what came with the territory, but Steve hated that it was that way sometimes.

Now he couldn’t wait to just get to Bucky’s apartment and slide into bed beside him. It was far too late to consider anything else other than that, but strangely that was the sort of thing he missed the most when they were apart - the non-sexual intimacy of just holding each other. That didn’t mean, however, that he didn’t have plans for the following day: plans that would be bed-centric. Or maybe shower-centric. Or any available surface-centric. There were a number of great places in Bucky’s home. Steve had made it his mission to find them all.

He took the off-ramp from the highway and began to wind through the streets, zoning in on Bucky’s block and then the apartment building itself. The structure was modest - expensive, but not flashy -, and he used his code to get into the underground parking garage before making his way up to the apartment itself. He quietly hung his keys up on the hook near the door and placed his leather jacket on the coat rack. Although his plan had been to make it to bed as quickly as possible, as he crossed the living room his stomach rumbled. Given all of the physical exertion he’d put his body through the last few days, coupled with how awful their mission protein packs were, it probably wasn’t a bad idea to get something more to eat before turning in.

Steve detoured to the kitchen and made his way to the refrigerator. A smile crossed his face as he looked at the calendar attached to it, with all of Bucky’s livestreams and tournaments emblazoned across it in the gamer’s haphazard scrawl. He always had so much going on, he had to be really organised to stay on top of it all.

Fifteen minutes and a large snack later, Steve tiptoed into the bedroom. He shed his clothes quickly and climbed into bed, cuddling up behind Bucky and drawing his warm, sleep lax body as close as possible. Bucky wiggled against him and Steve didn’t think he could get any cuter until he mumbled something that sounded like ‘Live-stream’ under his breath. Bucky was even dreaming about his job, a fact that Steve found utterly adorable. However, now Steve had finally allowed himself to relax, the urge to sleep could no longer be held back, and within a few minutes he had joined his lover in dreamland.

When Steve finally awoke, it was to find the sun high in the sky. Through squinted eyes, he made out the time on the clock - 13:23. A small, satisfied noise left his throat - he’d managed to sleep longer than he thought he would, and the lateness of the day explained why he was alone in the bed.

“Buck?” He called out, knowing his voice would travel out through the open doorway of the bedroom and into the sitting room, but there was no answer. He wasn’t worried, though - in all probability Bucky was probably in his studio, practising on his computer. His boyfriend had a live stream coming up, either tomorrow or the day after, so he wanted to be at his best.

Sitting up and stretching his arms over his head, Steve felt a dull ache running through his muscles. Most of his cuts and abrasions had healed overnight and his bruises had dulled from a purple to yellow, but the memory of the fight still remained in his body. Another shower was definitely in order. Not only would it help to soothe the ache, but it would also mean that he would be nice and clean for when he could drag Bucky away from his computer. Knowing his boyfriend's routine, he had no doubt that Bucky had had his own shower when he woke up earlier in the day.

Steve climbed out of bed with a smile, even if he was still a bit stiff. Today was going to be a good day. He and the team had defeated the bad guys,all got home with only minor injuries, and on top of that, he finally got to spend time with his love. As the hot water cascaded over his body, he hummed to himself, a chuckle leaving him when he realised that it was a Marvin Gaye track stuck in his head. If Sam knew, he’d never hear the end of it.

With his ablutions completed, Steve wrapped a towel around his waist and scrubbed at his hair and beard with another, getting most of the moisture off. He even put on some of the facial moisturiser that Bucky had bought for him. Apparently, super-soldier serum wasn’t a good enough excuse not to look after his skin properly. Still humming, he made his way into the kitchen, pleased to see that there was still some coffee in the pot. Between sips, he started to make his oatmeal, aware of the tell-tale sounds of Bucky in his studio - the whir of the computer fan and the clicking of Bucky’s mouse, overlaid with sounds of him talking. However, as he was preoccupied by making his breakfast, Steve wasn’t really listening. In all likelihood it was someone from the PR team.

Steve perched on one of the stools at the breakfast bar as he ate his bowl of oatmeal. Bucky might tease him about it, calling him an old man, but there was something comforting about the simple fair, even if it was ‘jazzed up’ compared to the breakfast of his youth. Skinny, pre-serum Steve would have been overwhelmed with the choice of toppings now available. With the bowl scrapped clean and placed in the dishwasher, he decided to brew another pot of coffee. If he took a fresh cup to Bucky,  the distraction might help him to find out what his boyfriend had planned for the day and whether he could be persuaded to do something - or someone - else instead.

With a mug in each hand, Steve used his elbow to open the door and walked into Bucky’s studio - his place of work. Bucky was sitting at his computer desk that was in the corner of the room. His back was to Steve and he had his headphones on. He was also talking, narrating what was happening on screen, as he played the first person shooter game. Steve placed the mugs down on the bookcase and moved up behind him, wrapping his arms around Bucky’s neck and nuzzling in, nudging one of the headphones off Bucky’s ear. “Morning, lover,” he crooned.

Bucky leapt up with a shout, his chair rolling back, causing Steve to jump and turn to the side to avoid having his toes rolled over.

“Steve! What on earth?” Bucky’s eyes, wide in shock roved up and down Steve’s body before his face went deathly pale. “Oh no!” Spinning back to the keyboard, he struck a few keys and the screen went black. Confused by Bucky’s reaction, Steve looked down at himself and realised that his towel had fallen to the floor when Bucky had jumped to his feet.

For a moment he couldn’t work out what was so bad about being naked in front of his boyfriend, but another look at Bucky’s stricken expression made something click inside his mind. The image of the kitchen calendar flashed in front of his eyes.

“Buck… Tell me it’s the fourth today. It is, isn’t it?”

Bucky twisted his hands together, expression still pained. “No,” he whispered. “It’s the fifth.”

Looking at the wall clock, the hands taunted Steve with the fact that the time was twenty past two. His legs felt weak, and he dropped, still naked, down onto Bucky’s chair. “You were just on your livestream.” It wasn’t a question - he knew it as a fact. His stomach rolled and he could feel sweat breaking out across his skin.

Bucky dropped to a crouch in front of him and took hold of his hands. “I did tell you last night - when you got in. I woke up a bit and I remember…”

Steve broke him off with a shake of his head. “It’s not your fault, Buck. It’s mine. I forgot what day it was.” He was trying to work out how he’d gotten so muddled, but at that moment his brain caught up with the more pressing issue. “Oh god. Your followers - they saw me cuddle you and they’re all gonna know and fuck! They saw my ass!”

“They did, indeed, see your ass,” Bucky agreed, with a fixed expression.

Steve looked at Bucky. Bucky looked back. Steve’s lips twitched and then they were both laughing. Steve slid out of the chair and onto the floor next to Bucky, who was wiping tears from his eyes.

“There’s no way Nat can delete this and smooth it over, is there?” Steve asked, already knowing the answer. This wasn’t a tweet that was probably only seen by a few hundred people and could be easily deleted and attributed to someone else.

“Nope,” says Bucky. “I think the cat is out of the bag.”

“At least I have a good ass,” Steve mused with a wry smile.

Bucky grinned. “The best. And welcome to being out of the closet.”

“You go call your PR and I’ll call mine?” Steve suggested.

“Sounds like the best plan. And Steve? Go put some pants on.”

The present

Much like how the pair of them had been when it happened, having now heard the story, the host is bent over his desk from laughter. “So,” he said between wheezes. “What’s been the fallout from this? How have your lives changed?”

“Well,” said Bucky with a twinkle in his eye, “I now have a lock on my studio door and the calendar is pinned up on the outside of it, so we don’t have a repeat performance.”

The host snorted.

“But,” Steve interjected, “all jokes aside, it wasn’t as bad as I’d fear it would be. Yes, there was a certain amount of the expected backlash, considering my job and what I stand for, but on the whole people have been really supportive. For me, defending America means defending the rights of all its people to live the lives they want to live.”

“And what was the impact on your channel, Bucky?”

“Well, obviously in the immediate aftermath there was a surge of people subscribing, probably in the hope they’d get more Steve, either accidental or planned, but they soon dropped away again when they realised they weren’t going to get it.” Bucky turned to the camera with a fake apologetic expression and a shrug of his shoulders. “Sorry, folks, my channel isn’t an Only Fans.”

The still amused host let out a snigger. “So what’s next? Is this going to alter what you do?”

“Now that everything’s out in the open, I’m hoping to do some collaborations or interviews with some of the other Avengers - talk about in-game physics versus real life physics, and maybe a Charity stream with Thor playing Mario Kart. All proceeds to Stonewall. Various things are in the works and we’d like to capitalise on the fact that one of the most famous Avengers is now a known member of the LGBTQIA+ community. Do something to help those who need it.”

“That all sounds wonderful. But no more Steve?”

Lips twitching, Steve replied “I think me and the Internet have come to an understanding to stay away from each other.”

With that said, the smiling host turned to the camera. “Well folks - that’s all we have time for. Thank you all for tuning in for this exclusive interview. We’ll be back next week, same time, same place. Until then, good bye and stay safe.”

From behind the camera, the director counted them out, and with the all clear given, Steve turned to Bucky. “I’m glad that’s over with.”

Bucky rewarded him with a soft peck on his lips. “You did brilliantly, baby. And you know? Now that you’re well and truly out, we can be seen in public together. Holding hands. And kissing.”

Steve gasped and raised his hands to his chest theatrically. “How scandalous, Mr Barnes.”

“I know. Shocking,” Bucky dead panned. “Now, take me home, Steve. Take me home and make love to me.”

“Buck, I can’t think of anything else I’d rather do.”

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[vodika-vibes]

Can something fluffy and sweet be written up for Commander Doom please?

Snowed In

Summary: A sudden blizzard leaves you and your boyfriend snowed in.

Pairing: Commander Doom x Reader

Word Count: 756

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: So, Wookieepedia says that Doom's personality is "Wise and loyal" which is great, apparently he's a freaking owl. Anyway, I made up the entirity of his personality based on what I think someone who chose the name would be like! I hope you like it!

Divider by Saradika

You pull your knees up to your chin as the door to the garage opens and Doom steps in from the cold. You watch him stomp the snow off his boots, and then strip off his thick winter gear.

He rips off his snow cap, and tosses it on the bench you keep all of your winter gear in, and then he focuses his attention on you.

“It’s still snowing.” He says, deadpan.

You dissolve into giggles, and clamp your hand over your mouth to muffle the noise. “I told you it was,” You remind him with a grin, once your giggles calmed down.

He has a grin on his handsome face as he crosses the room and settles on the couch next to you, “Well, everything is shut down, but I did move the generator from the barn to the garage, just in case.”

You shift so you’re able to lay your head on his shoulder, “Ooh, my hero.”

“Well, what kind of boyfriend would I be if I made you get up and go out in that?” He gestured out the window, where the storm rages.

You lean up and kiss his cheek, “Thank you.” You murmur, “Though I am sorry that you won’t get back to your barracks tonight.”

“Oh no. I have to spend the night with the love of my entire life. Whatever will I do.” Doom says very, very dryly.

You laugh and press your face against his shoulder, “You’re impossible.” you say fondly.

“And yet you still love me.”

“I do,” You move so that you’re straddling his lap, and you cup his face with your hands, before lazily trailing your fingers into his curls, “I love you so, so much.” You murmur, almost thoughtfully.

Doom rumbles low in his chest, and his eyes slide shut. “How much do you love me?” He asks, a small smile playing on his lips as he slips into the familiar game. 

You hum thoughtfully, “More than there are stars in the sky.”

“Hm, that’s an awful lot of love.” Doom replies as he relaxes under your touch, but he opens his eyes to look into yours, “How do you manage to fit so much love in such a tiny package?” His hands slide up your sides and then cup your face to pull you into a very gentle kiss.

“It compresses a lot.” You reply with a happy sigh as his lips ghost against yours, and then trail up your cheek to rest against your temple.

Doom chuckles and moves his lips back to yours to tempt you into a heart melting kiss. He always kisses you like you’re the most precious item he’s ever held. And he holds you like you’re made of the finest crystal.

Your arms slide around his neck as you melt into his kiss. 

He’s not forceful, your Commander. He doesn’t demand or push, not with his words or with his kisses. And you’re comfortable with him, knowing that he would never pressure you into something that you might not be ready for. 

You also know, however, that he wants. 

You can tell by the way his fingers flex and the way his gaze lingers on you when he thinks you’re not paying attention. 

And you want also.

Just as much as he does.

And yet, somehow, neither of you have ever found the time to actually fall into bed with each other. A matter of a lack of time, rather than a lack of desire. After all, you both work far, far too much.

But with the storm outside, and the fact that he can’t leave-

Well.

Your hands slide from his shoulders, down his chest and over his stomach. “Doom,” You murmur against his lips. 

“Hm?” He leans into your feather light touch, and releases a shaky breath when he feels your cool fingers against the warmth of his stomach.

“Come to bed with me?” Your voice is soft as your hands trail up his stomach under his shirt.

He sighs softly, though it’s a noise of relief rather than annoyance, and he catches your lips in one more kiss, a deep and passionate kiss that has you arching against him and moaning into his mouth.

“Hold on to me, baby.” He murmurs against your lips, and the moment your arms hook securely around his neck, he stands, holding you as though you weigh nothing.

You grin against his lips, “Love you, Doom.”

“I love you too.” He replies, “Let me show you how much.”

[captnvbarnes]

➼ 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑹’𝑺 𝑩𝑰𝑵𝑫 (17+) 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒆

theme — a marvel zombie au!

pairings — bucky barnes x fem!reader, steve rogers x fem!reader

warnings — marriage troubles, slight fluff, training, slight angst

summary �� the outbreak had happened as quick as the first bite. one, then two, then 1/3 of the population became 2/3’s. before any of the avengers could comprehend this threat, it overcame them with new york’s rising population becoming undead. bucky is your protector, not by choice but by chance he was there just in time to save you. you two flew the compound, leaving the life you knew. leaving your husband to rot. as you two grapple what this new world has become, everything became too much. the world depended on you guys to save them, but how could you save anyone now? and when the blood runs and the nights become colder, who will save you?

➽────────────────────❥

Unbeknownst to the entire compound, the United States Eastern coast has became initially exposed to its impending demise.

The spread began in the north of Maine,  at 2:13 am, September 27th.

—

Sun dripped into your windows as the birds chirped and sang their songs. You could feel the rising warmth kiss your skin, your eyes crinkle before widening at the blaring noise of your alarm.

6 am.

"Steeeeve..." You grumble out, tossing your covers over your eyes and tossing the other way.

The alarm's blaring noise answered you instead.

"STEEEEVE!" You yell out again, wavering your hand blindly to swat at the annoying piece of scrap on your bedside table.

The alarm's annoyance continued.

"Ugh.." You submit, tossing your cover over and cutting the box's voice short before it could continue its belligerence.

You sit up, yawning and stretching your arms outward. You blink and let your eyes adjust to the sun's colors, greeting you unwarranted.

You turn and find your husband's spot... empty. It's neatly folded as-well. You scan the room, looking for a trace to as where any sign of Steve could've placed. Nothing in sight.

You get up, tidying your bed to twin with Steve's side. You slide into your slippers and grab your morning robe that hanged on a door rack of your closest which you draggingly coated yourself into. You noticed Steve's was still there. You round the bed, noting Steve's slippers were placed beside a wall, not in front of the bed as he set them before he slept.

He must've started the day without you already.

You roll your eyes. You get he likes a fresh start to the day, but you love the mornings you awake with him together especially.

Figuring the previous, you grab your clothes for the day and bathing supplies. Can't trust leaving your soaps in the community showers after Captain Marvel took a visit and was curious to what each Earth product was the best for her hair. Although she is currently off planet, it became a better idea to keep things in each other's room after using.

You walk down the halls, yawning and stretching. You pass Wanda just before she re-enters her room, already completed with her shower. "Morning Y/N!" you hear her greet, and you say the same to her in kind, a little more tired, before following with another yawn. "Morning Wanda."

You soon enter the community showers, the woman's and men divided but placed across each other. You hear some men inside, and know everyone is now starting their day if they haven't already.

"Morning sunshine." You look and see Natasha, wearing her morning robe and dampening her hair with a towel before wrapping it on her head. "Morning Natty" you say, giving her a half ass smile. "What time did you go to bed?" She chuckles. "Late. Maybe around 2?" You reply, approaching one of the covered showers and turning the nozzle to warm it up.

You hear Nat playfully pout. "Why so late babe?" You feel for the water, checking its temp. "Steve kept tossing and turning." You say.

Causality of being married to a former man in the army. No biggie, you're used to it and it's not the worst thing in the world.

"Ah, yeah that happens. Barnes did it a lot when we were together for a bit. But then again so did I some nights.." She trails off. Her and Barnes had dated a few years ago, but parted for differences and that they were better as friends. No hard feelings. Nat then met Bruce and since then they've been stable for about 3 years.

You felt the water become the right temp, nodding to Nat's words but signaling her that you needed to waken the fuck up and let the water rush over you. You entered the shower, closing the curtain and began undressing leaving everything on a bench inside the area. Stark made sure to have it be spacious and with storage. Though you're convinced it was Pepper's touch.

"Have you seen Steve? He wasn't with me when I awoke." You asked, setting your ring alongside your clothes, looking at it for a brief second as it sat. "Yeah, he went on a run with Wilson earlier, like... an hour ago?" She estimated, slightly muffled sounding as she began brushing her teeth.

You nodded, beginning your routine and lathering yourself in this new body wash that Stark sponsored and they wouldn't stop sending him merchandise. At least it smelled nice and lathered all bubbly.

You heard from the outside of your shower the sink run, clothes rustle, a zip of jeans and soon blow drying.

You thought on how Steve, as of late, would begin his mornings without you. Actually... for the past few months. It felt special when you guys woke up together, greeting each other with morning kisses and snuggling for a little bit too long before risking being late on morning training and breakfast. Not to mention, you two have been going on separate missions as well. There's been a slowly increasing distance, but nothing you would dare be vocal on as you diminished it to 'just nothing too serious to worry on'.

"Hey babe, I'm done with myself. I'll be in the kitchen with the others, Steve and Sam should be back from their run soon." You hear Nat yell. "Thanks Nat, will do!" You respond, snapping out of your thoughts and slowly beginning to wrap up.

You turned the nozzle, grabbing your towel and drying yourself. There was a light layer of steam, the sun brightening the rooms more now.

You dressed yourself in your casual attire, adorning your ring last. You fiddled with it, twisting it with your right index and thumb.

Surely, Steve wasn't slipping from you, right?

Or... you weren't from him?

No, you wouldn't. You love Steve. He's your husband. Till death do you part.

You brushed your teeth and washed your face, cleansing it and patting it dry with your hand towel. You did your makeup after, then finally brushing out your hair before pulling it back, leaving some strands to frame your face.

You grab the remainder of your belongings and open the to door leave. As you do so, you hear the men's bathroom door open opposite of you.

It's Buck. His hair is damp and some parts wet. He wears a Henley that's clings onto his body a bit too well. You try to not take note of how well it highlights his muscles throughly.

"Oh, hey Y/N, morning." He greets, monotonously but still positive somewhat. "Morning Buck" You say, looking over his face. He recently shaved so he looks more cleaned up.

You two walk out of the bathroom area together towards the bedding suites. "You didn't join Steve for his run today?" You ask. Usually Steve and Buck do everything together. "Nah, just didn't.. feel up to it. Plus I had a mess to clean up." He says, gesturing to his jaw. You chuckle slightly to it, it was kinda getting out of control. "It looked somewhat fine before, but I get it." You say. He notices you trail off, looking more ahead downward. "You ok?" He asks, stopping to a halt and facing you. "Yeah, I'm good Buck. Just.." you trail off.

You stop and think to yourself. You don't want to bother your husband's best friend with marriage issues. Doesn't feel the most appropriate. Plus, you never like to talk down about Steve or any sort of negative way, especially when it could just be nothing.

"Just kind of hungry. I went to bed late too so I'm extra tired." You salvage, giving him a reassuring smile which he copies. You two continue your walk. "Well we got raiding drills later, so better be on your a-game for that soldier." He chuckles, before nodding towards his door which you two came upon. It’s the door next to you and Steve's room. Of course they were paired to be set up right next to each other's quarters. "Ha, so totally looking forward to that." You sarcastically say, him slightly chuckling before you two both enter your respected rooms.

You drop off your dirty clothes into the laundry shoot, setting down your bathing supplies and unplugging your phone from your charger.

1 message from 'Hubby', 5:45 am.

[Hey, out on a run with Sam. Be back around 7.]

You clear the notification off your screen and check the time. 6:53 am. He should be back soon.

You put your phone into your pocket, heading towards the door before closing it shut and heading towards the kitchen.

You hear the commotion before you see it, heading down the stairs and the smell of bacon instantly hitting you. Yum.

"So he said, 'you fucker!'" you hear Clint say, mimicking a foreign accent. "And I said, 'but I barely know her!'" he laughs at his own dad joke, you not initially hearing the first part of the joke but you know it was corny as any of his other jokes. And so does everyone, as you hear some disappointed groans follow from it. 

You see Bruce frying eggs and bacon, Nat preparing toast and jam for herself, Tony nursing a cup of coffee lowly talking to Bruce beside him, Clint rambling about his jokes sitting at the head of the table, and Wanda delved into her Sokovian poetry book on the couch. 

Tony's the first to notice you. "Hey sleeping beauty, thanks for joining us for comedy hour, don't expect much though, it's a bit outdated." He whips, Clint sending him an offended shocked look. "Hey my jokes are funny!" He retorts. "Sure pal, and I'm a blessed virgin nun." Tony quips back, some low laughter from the other teammates following. Everyone greets you with a morning as well as you make yourself more settled into the room.

You fix yourself your favorite mug, nudging Tony to the side with a small hip bump and grabbing the coffee pot nearby. He scoffs jokingly and makes his way towards a head chair at the opposite end of Clint.

"Morning Y/N, how do you like your eggs?" You hear Bruce warmly ask. He's always so sweet. He took up cooking, and it's calmed him a lot. "Scrambled today, and some bacon if you don't mind." You smile at him, he smiles back and nods his head. You stir your cream and sugar together.

As you clink the spoon on your mug, you hear the compound doors open followed by rumbling laughter. Steve and Sam are back from their run.

You feel as though you're supposed to be more warmly about your husband returning, but find yourself being only pleasantly happy. Why weren't you as ecstatic like before? Is it because you realized the distance?

"Hey guys, welcome back, how was the 10k mile run?" Tony jokes, Steve rolls his eyes but chuckles. He wipes his forehead. He doesn't look to you yet.

Why didn't he look at you first?

"Was quite the warm up, Sam barely caught up with me." Steve said, gesturing to Sam who was clearly delighted to be back from the morning cardio. He had a sheen of sweat over his face. "You cheated you old man.." he heaved, hands on both his knees to stabilize his breathing.

At the same time, Bucky made his way down the steps. You looked and caught his eye first. He smiled at you, and you returned the gesture and hoisted up your cup as an hello.

Steve finally took notice of you and smiled. "Hey honey, morning." He greeted, making his way to you before kissing you quickly. Luckily with his super soldier capabilities, he doesn't sweat. At least not after a run he'd consider easy work. You smiled into the kiss, lightly ghosting your fingers over his jaw. "Morning handsome."

Bucky watches the display of affection. It's cute. He's happy for his best friend. He found himself a very good beautiful woman. Steve's deserved this life, especially after everything. You're Steve's girl, and Bucky will always protect you on the field as a courtesy to his best friend.

"Eggs are done!" Bruce calls. "I get first dibs, mine!" Tony says, pushing past everyone to secure his plate first.

—

11:43 am.

Morning training is a brutal start of the day. It goes over swiftly, standard drills and procedures. Tony made a holographic simulation, that way it's easier to track each member's stats and determine their strong and weak points as well as pushing past the boundaries of what is physically possible. Which is somewhat good, because technically none of you guys should be possible, yet here you are. It prepares all of you guys for how to handle future opponents you've yet to encounter. For the chance of impossibility..

You sparred with Steve only a handful of times, but often spar against other people to not let the marriage influence any pulled punches. Today, your sparring partners were Clint and Bucky.

Clint was defense based. He had trained with S.H.I.E.L.D longer than you did when it was still active. He knocks you down only a few times, but more so you over come him. He's proud of you regardless, as he was one of the people who recommended you for the spot on the team. He wasn't that much older than you, but you remember him from the academy days when he was a fresh graduate and you were a shining young prodigy.

Bucky was offense based. You were vigilante with your defense, coming in strong with offense, but Bucky always had the upper hand due to longer experience than most people in the room.

"You need to aim high but strike low. Throw them off, take them by surprise. Always use the element of surprise to your advantage." He advised, you two in a walking rotating circle. You went for a fake out punch with your right hand, him raising his hands instantly before you swipe your left foot under him and watch him fall. "Like that? Feels like a cheap shot." You retort, you both chuckle but you help him up. "Cheap, but works at times. I let you do that by the way. Be more aggressive this time." He chuckles, and you two continue the routine.

Steve watches as you train with his best friend. He watches your every move. When the others don't train you, Steve tries to personally train you himself on what he knows. But different builds require different tactics. He hasn't trained you in a while, he realizes.

He then takes note. He hasn't really set aside a whole lot of time with you. He feels a slight disconnect, but he blames it for his soldier core. And he's sure you understand, right?

"Capper, you gonna stop drooling over your lady or focus back?" Nat quips. Steve shyly smiles. "Can't resist looking at her." He plays off his thoughts, and continues his training with Nat.

—

1:12 pm.

Lunch gets delayed till then, mostly everyone having cut training quits before then to eat while you focused more and trained a bit longer. Your thoughts run back to you and Steve as you attack a punching bag. You recall endless mornings waking up alone, how your soothing doesn't help him slept as well as it did, how he no longer looked for you first any time he entered a room. How he—

"Doll, we don't need Stark asking both of us for a new punching bag out of our paychecks." Steve's voice breaks your focus and you stop. You hold the bag to a halt and wipe the sweat off your forehead with your boxing glove. You turn and see Steve, hands on hips and a smug smirk plastered on his handsome face. The face that once upon a time charmed America and your heart.

You sigh, giving your best smile to him. Maybe you are just overthinking everything. You guys are Avengers, of course you guys can be caught up in this kind of line of work.

"I'm sure he wouldn't notice the dent in his wallet." You say, taking off your gloves as Steve approaches you. He kisses you lightly again, quick and brisk. You became accustomed to the chaste kisses. Though you missed the ones filled with passion and ones that felt like he was kissing you for air. "No, he definitely wouldn't but he'd notice out of spite for us." He retorts, rising a small chuckle from you.

He holds your frame and you place your now bare hands onto his broad chest. You take notice he's in his uniform. You weren't notified there was a mission today? Usually Steve lets you know weeks in advance.

"Why are you in uniform?" You question him, giving him a puzzled tense look. He reads your expression and drops his shoulders. "Emergency mission. Fury informed us that there has been this kind of outbreak in Central America. It's taken over governments in a day." He explains. You become more confused. "Why weren't we aware of this? Governments, like plural?" You ask, kinda huffing but surprised by the lack of knowledge of this. "Because hun.." a look of worry paints his face. Rarely he's this concerned over a mission. "It happened just two days ago. In just a couple days, multiple countries fell." He explains, and the worry on his face then dresses your own. "But-" "With the Sokovia Accords, international issues have been restricted. Until now. But they're being limited with it as an ultimatum." He reads your mind and answers the question you were about to ask. It explains a bit, yet nothing at all. Sure you heard some minor things on international plagues, but there has been so many new diseases in the last decade that you didn't think much of this one.

"Wait... what do you mean by limited?" You ask, and as if on cue, Nat, Wanda, and Tony stand themselves at the entrance of the training room.

The gears slowly start to form in your head. "They only want a few of us to go check it out. Fury was told that only me, The Black Widow, Scarlet Witch, and Ironman were requested by the UN." Steve says, and you feel your heart sink.

"No no Steve, I'm coming with you-" "Darling you can't.." Steve's heart breaks hearing your plea. "Steve no!" You scream at him, holding onto his uniform before he grapples his hold on you a bit tighter to shake you out of it. "Y/N!" You feel teary eyed. You felt wrong to have doubt his love and question the distance between you two. Although it was warranted and fair, it seemed so little now.

Something like this sounds dangerous. And you wouldn't be there to have his back?

"Please look... it'll only be a few days mission, a week tops. The UN don't want us there, so I'm sure they're gonna want us back as soon as possible." He reassured, though it did little to calm you. "I'm sure this is just an inside terrorist organization. They probably orchestrated this to all happen at once." He continues. You blink back your tears, trying to hear him out and make reason of it all.

Bucky, who was a few rooms down, had heard the commotion and came forward to it. He saw his fellow team members at the door, heading towards Nat for an explanation which she shortly gave to him. After, he looked to you and Steve, watching the scene unfold with everyone else.

"I'll be back soon doll. That's a promise." Steve says with a smile and caresses your cheek softly. You try to melt into his touch, but there's a million things going on in your head at the moment. You can't find comfort, there isn't enough comfort for what you're trying to process. But maybe he is right. Maybe it is just a situation where it's another power hungry turf war, and maybe you were just overthinking everything from earlier. All these maybes.

He lifts your chin with his fingers, looking for a knowing comfort in your eyes. That look where you know and believe in him. Your eyes dart before meeting his. He sees uncertainty. He doesn't know what to think of it, and just tries to reason to himself that you're worried for him as a wife and concerned.

You numbly nod, a soft "Okay" leaving your lips.

"Hate to break up this lover's bid farewell moment, but Cap were on a time schedule." Tony chirps, Nat instantly jabbing him in his stomach for his nonchalance. "Ow Nat." "Read. The. Room." she grits through her teeth, as Tony soothes his stomach slightly.

You two look to the group at the entrance, nodding before turning to each other again. "I love you Y/N. I'll be back. Promise." Steve says, holding up your hand and kissing it. You feel the heaviness in your heart and in your words, unsure and unaware for what will follow after this. "I love you too Steve." You return, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him. He hugs you tight and returns the kiss, savoring it and giving more passion into it than he has of late. He's certain it wouldn't be his last, as surely, he'd return in a few days.

He parts from the kiss first, caressing your cheek again with his hand and kissing your forehead before leaving and heading towards the entrance with everyone else.

He approaches Bucky, who with the newfound information, understands his need to go but still is worried for his best friend. "If anything happens here Buck..." Steve starts off, placing one hand on Bucky's shoulder. "Protect her, no matter the cost. No matter what you do, look after her." He says, entrusting Bucky to look after you. Bucky looks at you, who has Nat now comforting you. Bucky looks back at Steve, nodding his head. "I'll protect her. No matter what." Bucky promised. Steve believes it, if not, knows it. He thinks it won't come to that, but as a safety measure, he has to know you're taken care of. You are the most precious thing in the world to him. Whatever it means that you're safe and good, that's what matters to him. He knows you'll be good in Bucky's care.

The two best friends hug, and Nat rejoins the group and they begin their trek towards their locker rooms to prepare.

They leave in the Quinjet at 2:25 pm.

—

9:38pm.

It had been a couple hours since Steve had left. Communication had cut off about an hour into their departure, the signal not reaching far enough. If needed, you could contact him through the emergency line, but there was no reason to extort through those extremes.

You resorted yourself to you and Steve's bedroom, looking through old pictures of you two and little keepsakes you guys kept for years, nursing a glass of wine; this being your 4th full glass. There was a heavy pang in your chest for how you felt earlier. And as unjustified you felt for having felt that, you couldn't shake it off. You look at the pictures of your wedding day and the reception. His smile is so wide and bright, his eyes so filled with adoration. You wonder when was the last time he full on genuinely did that with 100% of him.

Placing your wine on your bedside table, you wrap up this box and begin to place it back on the top of your closet shelf where it was, when then, you notice something you never saw before. There's a metal glint in the far back of it. You saw it for a brief second, but knew it was there. You're tipsy, maybe a little bit more than you want to admit, but certainly not that drunk yet.

On slightly wavering feet, you grab a stool from your vanity. You place it in front of the closet, standing in it and nearly falling before stabilizing yourself. You're eye to eye with the top shelf, and realize you never actually saw what it looked like up here, only Steve did. And there was never a need to, it was for old memories and scrapbooks, but you two haven't looked at those in ages.

You extend your hand, wobbling slightly but still finding an unsure balance. You grab what you were looking for, and take it out.

Your heart sinks to your chest as you recognize what it was.

A compass.

You don't need to open it to know who was in it. A rush of emotions overcome you.

He had told he threw it out the first week you guys began your relationship, which was over 4 years ago now. And to make matters worse..

There wasn't a spec of dust on it compared to everything else up there.

*Knock. Knock.*

The sudden noise throws you off and you lose balance and fall off the stool, a big thud ringing through the room. "Y/N?! You ok??" You hear Bucky call out from behind the door, but it's ignored as you groan from the pain of the harsh landing.

"I'm coming in." You hear Buck say. You tried to protest, not wanting him to see you in this state, but the door begins to open already. Dammit, you forgot to unlock it when you entered; probably too overwhelmed with everything to notice.

Bucky enters and notices you on the floor and instantly rushes to you, noticing the stool, open closet, and nearby wine and puts it together in his head. "Doll what are you doing to yourself?" he asks softly, hoisting you up and sitting you down.  You try to fight it though, but the moment you stand back up the sharp pain in your back shoots through you. You collapse again, this time accidentally knocking over the wine causing it to land on your sheets and onto the floor. "Hey hey! Take it easy, you probably landed on that stool when you fell." Bucky says, sitting you back down, this time you relent. "Now, tell me what happened?" He asks more soothingly, holding onto your back and hand. You hiccup, and sniff. "I wass looking through our photos and was sad..." you jumble together. "He looked sooo happy here James." You say. Bucky is slightly taken back by the use of his first name, but he doesn't express it. You never call him James.

You smiled at the picture but frowned after. "Buuut he don't seem that happy anymore with mee.." you mutter, starting to get weepy eyed. Bucky frowns, it aches him to see you sad. "Well I'm sure he does Y/N, it's just been a stressful time." Bucky suggests, but genuinely, he has no clue why Steve has been distant. He noticed it slightly, but didn't bother to much to look into it as it wasn't his business to get into. "Oh yeah...?" You trail off, blindly looking with one hand for what you dropped. "Then whasss thiss?" You say, holding up the compass to Buck.

Bucky instantly is taken back. He frowns immediately at the sight. He knows that compass, hell anyone in America knows that compass. It's Peggy's compass.

He thought Steve had gotten rid of that long ago.

"When I found it, no dust. Not a spec! Poof, nothing, nada" you ramble, dropping the compass in his hand and feeling the alcohol warm your cheeks.

Bucky, still in shock, feels a big disappointment in his best friend. He shouldn't still have this. He's upset at Steve, not more so of personal, but he's upset for you. Steve should've gotten rid of that a long time ago, and if what you say is true, why doesn't it have any dust on it whatsoever?

Bucky, getting out of his own head, looks over to you who has your knees tucked and your arms holding them close to your chest. His heart melts, and he's hurt by it. Anyone but you should be this sad.

"Doll, look I can't tell you why he has it still. I thought he didn't have it either. But..." Bucky contemplated his next words. Steve is his best friend, and although Steve is wrong for this and Bucky will bring this up next time he saw him, you're still Steve's wife. And Bucky would never want to bad mouth Steve to his wife.

"...but, I know he does love you." Bucky reassured. You didn't lift your head up, and Bucky wanted you to know what he said was true. He lifted your head with his metal hand, cupping your cheek softly to meet his gaze. Meeting your teary eyes, he felt a pang in his heart. A feeling he couldn't describe, but as quick as it came, as quick as it was gone.

"He loves you Y/N. And he wouldn't trade you for the world." He said, and though he tried his most genuine and sincerest, it didn't seem to ease you completely. He sighed, giving you an unsure look before glancing around the place. Your bed was soaked with wine, and the glass that had fallen off and broke on the floor, luckily not near both of you.

You definitely can't stay here in your drunken state.

Usually he'd call in Natasha for this kind of help, but she was out and as well as the next best option, Wanda.

"Buckkk..." He glanced back down at you and kneeled down. "Yes doll?" He answered, watching you grovel and lean into him. It took him off guard, but he didn't want to push you off. "I'm tired. I don't want to be awakey right now. I juss don't wanna think bout this" you slurred. He nodded his head. Thinking of what he could do, but remembering that Steve told him to make sure you're protected.

He thought of an idea, and thought it would work, at least for right now.

"Hey doll, would you be ok sleeping in my room for tonight?" He asked carefully. It was better than the couch downstairs. There was no guest rooms at the compound up for availability, and Wanda's and Nat's room were left locked after their departure. He figured he could sleep on the floor like how he used to. That way he's there keeping an eye on you.

You numbly nod, and try to stand but still on wobbly knees. Bucky catches you, and wraps one of your hands around his shoulder and tucks his hand around your back. He helps carry you to his room which is luckily right next door. He holds the door open for both of you, turning on the light and closing the door after. He picks you up fully, you hiccuping but slowly letting the fatigue subdue you. He lists his covers and places you on the center of the mattress, taking off your shoes carefully and setting them against the bed.  He places the sheet over you, and you snuggle yourself in.

He sighs as he worries for you. He never saw you like this before. But he's content he's keeping his promise to Steve, who he is still upset for about the compass. Steve had lied to everyone about it. And Bucky always treated Steve with honesty.

Bucky quietly grabbed his clothes from his drawer for his nightly shower. As he opened the door, he heard you softly call out. "Thanksss Buckk." He gave a small smile and turned to you. Your eyes were closed and you were half turned away from him. "Of course doll. Sleep well, I'll be back soon." He said, you humming softly as a response before snuggling yourself more into the bed.

It smelled like wood musk and eucalyptus. A very strong masculine smell. But it was warm, and may it be you being drunk, it felt like the softest mattress in the world.

Bucky closed the door and made his way to the showers. He was alone in the big room, undressing himself inside one of the showers, taking everything off but his dog tags and folding everything neatly. He turned on the shower, letting the cold water wash over him. He felt worried for you, and already worried for Steve despite the small aggression lingering.

Bucky never heard of no terrorist group that could take over entire governments in a singular day. It just... wasn't possible. He would've known about it. It struck him as wrong... but it was late and he didn't want to think on it longer than needed, wanting to get back to you and make sure you were ok.

He wraps up and dries himself, eventually dressing in grey sweats and a black beater.

He comes back to his room and settles himself down on the floor with a spare blanket and pillow. 

He eventually falls asleep around 11:17 pm.

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New York's first contact happens at 3:36 am, September 28th.

END OF CHAPTER.

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Just between us

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers/Stucky (college!AU) same universe as my "My BFF's" series.

word count: 1000ish

warnings: fluff, intoxication (they've been drinking), hangovers, kissing, kinda friends with benefits, they are best friends, slight confusion.

a/n: This is Stucky pre-reader in my "my BFF's" series, but can be read as a stand alone. This is only proof-read by me and English is not my first language. Mistakes are mine, and mine alone. Hope you like it!

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dividers by @saradika

They had always been close. Best friends since childhood, together through thick and thin. 

"You know that I love you, Stevie" Bucky put all his weigth on Steves shoulder. 

"I love you too, you big teddy bear. But now I need you to come here, and hush. We're not supposed to be out" Their landlord was not a fan of nightly disturbances. Steve stumbles as Bucky trips on his own feet. He pulls his friend up and steadies him towards the door. 

They had gone to a party, and Bucky got involved in a drinking game. It seems that Bucky isn't as innocent as Steve thought, considering the game was "Never have I ever" and Bucky kept drinking on almost all the questions. 

Bucky giggled, "you know, I think about you a lot. Like a lot-lot." 

Steve could feel a blush creep up his collar. Why did Bucky look so cute? Steve had taken a few drinks himself, but he was nowhere as gone as Bucky. 

"I think about you too, Buck. You are my best friend" Steve held Bucky a bit closer and then maneuvered him in the door of his room. He layed Bucky down on his bed and tried to position him so he would lay comfortably. After taking Buckys trainers off, Steve takes a blanket and drape it over his best friend. 

"thank yoooou, babeeee. i love you" Bucky is almost asleep  - the words coming out as a breathy whisper. 

Steve stripped down and laid down on his own bed. The words on replay in his head. Why did they make him feel all warm and fuzzy inside?

After a while he dozed off.

He woke around 9. The sound of Bucky violently throwing up in the bathroom worked as a sinister wakeup-call. Groaning at his own headache, he waited until the sounds in the bathroom calmed down before he got up and knocked on the door. "You ok, Buck?" 

"Please, stop banging on the door. There is enough banging in my head, I don't need more of it" Bucky groaned, his voice hoarse from throwing up. Steve took this as a sign to come in, and the sight that met him was not a very forgiving one. 

Bucky sat on the floor in just his boxer briefs, his other clothes thrown all over the room. His eyes were red rimmed, and his hair…. Well, it resembled a bird's nest more than hair. Bucky looks up at Steve with sad eyes and Steve just loses it. 

He takes his friend up into his arms and embraces him in a big hug. The hug lasts a while, Bucky's skin radiating warmth under Steve's hands. 

"let's get you into the shower." Bucky nods and sits down on the lid of the toilet, and brushes his teeth, while Steve tidy up the clothes and turn on the water. Soon the water is warm enough and Bucky slides the boxer briefs down muscular thighs. Steve abruptly turns around and he feels himself blush. The sound of the shower curtain signals that it's safe to turn around again. 

Why do I react like that? he thinks to himself. He takes some pain killers from the cabinet and is just about to leave the bathroom when Bucky calls out. 

"Stevie? Come here"

Steve furrows his brow, but walks up to the shower.

"What is it?" Steve feels a stir of emotions in his stomach. 

The shower curtain opens and Bucky stands there in all his glory. Steve can't help but let his eyes wander. A deep chuckle rip him out of his trance and just when he is about to explain himself, he's stopped. Two wet, warm hands reach out for him and pull him into the shower.

"But.. I'm still wearing clothes!" His boxer briefs, socks and tshirt getting wet as he stands under the shower spray. 

"tsk tsk tsk, better take them off then" - Bucky's teasing voice makes a shiver run down Steve's spine. 

Steve looks Bucky right in the eye as he reaches to pull his tshirt off. The socks follow, but he seems to chicken out when it comes to the underwear. 

Bucky seems to notice and step closer. "May I?" he reaches his hands out towards Steve. 

Steve swallows hard and nods. 

Nimble fingers stroking down Steve's chest, making goosebumps arrupt. When Bucky's fingers finally reach the waistband of his underwear he is so riled up that he can hardly breathe. 

holding his hands still, Bucky steps even closer to Steve, their noses are almost touching. Bucky gives the piece of clothing a little tug and Steve wiggles his way out of it, the thud of it landing on the shower floor goes unnoticed by both men.

Steve can hear his heart rushing in his ears and the air feels heavy with want and need. His hands are doing their own thing, reaching out for Bucky and feeling his body. 

Bucky moves forward and captures Steve in a tender kiss. Inside Steve, there is a firework going off. He feels like he could fly. He kisses back, the kiss growing deeper and more needy. 

They simply stand like that, feeling each other and making out until the water runs cold. When they finally pull apart they grin like idiots. 

After turning off the shower and drying off, they got dressed. Steve made his way to the kitchen to find some food or snacks that they could eat.

Bucky tried to find something to watch, and they ended up with a stupid room-com they both had seen at least 10 times. 

Sitting down with Bucky, Steve felt the need to clear the air. 

"Buck… That thing in the shower…." Bucky glanced over. 

"No worries, Steve. I just really felt like kissing you. And it seems to me that you didn't really mind it all that much" A playful smirk appeared on Bucky's lips and Steve huffed out a laugh. 

"yeah, it was.. not bad at all" Steve poked Bucky in the side with his finger, earning a laugh from the other. 

"So… A one time thing or?" Steve said.

Bucky was silent for a long time. 

"What if we just did this when we needed it, and the other one was up for it? "Just between us?" Bucky's voice sounded hopeful. 

Steve's eyes met Buckys. 

"Just between us." Steve said. 

"then it's a deal"

Steve and Bucky looked at each other with rosy cheeks, but turned their heads back to the tv.

This was the kind of thing best friends do? Right?

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Vintage Furniture Trends: Armoires, Rustic Mid-Century, and Farmhouse Styles

In today’s interior design landscape, vintage furniture continues to be a cherished choice for homeowners looking to infuse their spaces with character, elegance, and a touch of nostalgia. Unlike modern mass-produced furniture, vintage pieces tell stories through timeworn details, rich textures, and timeless craftsmanship. Whether through antique armoires, rustic mid-century furnishings, farmhouse décor, or brass-studded barn doors, these elements add authenticity and warmth to a home. Here’s how these vintage trends are making a comeback and ways to incorporate them seamlessly into your space.

1. Antique Armoires: Functional Elegance with History

Armoires are a sophisticated and versatile addition to any room. Once essential in households for storing clothing and linens, armoires have evolved into stylish storage solutions that can double as statement pieces. Look for armoires with intricate wood carvings, ornate brass handles, or distressed finishes to enhance a space’s old-world charm. In modern settings, an antique armoire can serve as a unique wardrobe in a bedroom, a bar cabinet in a dining area, or even a media console in the living room.

How to Style It: When placing an armoire in your space, pair it with minimal accessories to let its historical beauty take center stage. If you’re using an armoire in the living room, style it with vintage books, textured linens, or a collection of classic pottery. This combination creates a relaxed and inviting look that radiates warmth and elegance.

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2. Rustic Mid-Century Furniture: Clean Lines Meet Textured Appeal

Mid-century modern furniture has been popular for decades, but vintage rustic mid-century pieces are becoming increasingly sought-after. These items blend the sleek lines of the mid-century era with a weathered finish that gives them a casual, approachable appeal. Rustic mid-century dressers, credenzas, or coffee tables offer the iconic clean lines and geometric forms but in earthy tones and distressed textures that add a comfortable, lived-in quality.

How to Style It: Embrace a mid-century-modern-meets-farmhouse aesthetic by pairing these pieces with natural materials like jute, leather, and linen. A rustic mid-century coffee table pairs beautifully with a deep leather sofa, layered rugs, and a selection of ceramic vases in muted tones, creating a balanced look that feels cohesive yet eclectic.

3. Farmhouse Décor: Cozy, Timeless, and Practical

Farmhouse style brings rustic charm and a sense of nostalgia that’s warm and inviting. Originating from rural homes, this style emphasizes practicality, simplicity, and a strong connection to nature. Farmhouse furniture pieces often feature wood, distressed finishes, and clean, straightforward lines. Look for classic farmhouse elements like a large, sturdy farmhouse dining table, distressed wooden cabinets, or a vintage-style bench to give your home a cozy, down-to-earth feel.

How to Style It: Incorporate farmhouse pieces into a contemporary home with a neutral color palette, adding soft textiles like wool blankets or linen curtains to soften the look. Farmhouse tables, for example, work well in modern spaces when paired with mismatched chairs, pendant lighting, and simple greenery for a touch of modern farmhouse elegance.

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4. Barn Doors with Brass Studs and Intricate Carvings: Artful Entries

Barn doors, once a purely functional element of barns, are now embraced in residential interiors for their rustic, aesthetic appeal. Their versatility makes them a wonderful addition as sliding doors for pantries, closets, or room dividers. Choosing barn doors with carved wood details or brass-studded accents enhances the rustic look with a refined twist, creating a grand focal point. This style is especially well-suited for open-concept homes, where a sliding barn door can bring warmth and definition to large, open spaces.

How to Style It: Opt for reclaimed wood barn doors to add texture to modern spaces, and pair them with contrasting elements, like a minimalist room with clean lines. The barn door can act as a piece of art, adding visual interest and a sense of history to the room without overwhelming the overall design.

Blending Vintage Pieces with Modern Interiors

One of the most compelling aspects of vintage furniture is its versatility in mixing with modern interiors. Vintage armoires, rustic mid-century pieces, and farmhouse décor can bring a unique, personalized touch to an otherwise contemporary setting. To achieve this look:

Vintage furniture is more than a design trend; it’s a way to add charm, character, and soul to a home. Whether through the sturdy lines of farmhouse tables, the artful carvings of antique armoires, or the rustic elegance of mid-century designs, vintage pieces are a timeless investment that elevates any space. Embrace the history, uniqueness, and warmth that vintage furniture brings, and create a home that feels deeply personal, stylish, and welcoming.

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Love and Flowers

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Word Count: 554

Summary: You surprise Bucky with something unexpected.

Author's Note: A friend shared a cute little reel with me that inspired this drabble. Also, I love flowers :) Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰

Warnings: soft fluffy fluff

When you hear the jingle of keys and the click of the lock at the door you startle with a quiet gasp of surprise and quickly hide your hands behind your back.

“Hiya doll face,” Bucky says brightly as he walks through the door.

He pushes it shut with his boot and holds his arms out, making grabby hands.

“Hi Buck. You’re back early.”

“I missed you,” he states simply.

You smile sheepishly and stay rooted to your spot by the kitchen counter.

“Doll?” he asks, his forehead furrowing with worry.

His fingers twinkle enticingly and you giggle.

“Come here instead,” you say.

In two purposeful strides he’s standing toe to toe with you and giving you an assessing look.

“What do you have behind your back doll?”

“Well...,” you start as you bring the bouquet of blue hydrangeas, blue delphinium and white roses into view.

He stares at the flowers then at your face and then back at the flowers.

“You bought yourself flowers?”

His tone is incredulous and his eyes are wide.

“I told you you’d never have to buy yourself flowers again now that you have me.”  

His voice gets more frantic with each word.

“Did I forget to get you your flowers this week?”

He lifts his eyes to scan the apartment.

“I did, didn’t I?”

He runs a frustrated hand through his long hair before rubbing the back of his neck.

“Doll…I’m so…”

“Bucky,” you say then press your finger to his lips to silence him. “These are for you.”

“What?” he asks.

“The flowers. They’re for you.”

“You got me flowers?”

“Yeah.”

“But…why doll?”

“Why not?”

“I don’t…really?”

“Yes. I saw them at the Union square market this morning and they made me think of you.”

You hold out the bouquet.

He tentatively reaches out to take it.

“They’re really pretty,” he whispers then presses his nose into the fragrant flowers.

“Right!” you say happily. “Let me get you a vase.”

“I did buy you flowers this week…didn’t I?”

You nod. “Of course Buck. They’re in the bedroom. They smell so good I wanted to keep them in there.”

“Where are you going to put yours?” you ask him when you hand over a vase.

He gently starts to unwrap them from the plastic before placing them in the water.

“I think I’ll put them on my desk,” he smiles.

You take his free hand and start to tug him toward the spare room where his desk sits by the window but he doesn’t move and instead rests the vase on the counter and pulls you into his chest.

“I never got my hello,” he murmurs against your lips.

“Oh,” you whisper, settling your palms along his chest.

With the press of his lips his hands slide up your back and pull you closer. He takes you in his arms and lifts you onto the counter, careful of the flowers sitting nearby and never breaking the kiss.

His soft lips leave yours and trace the outline of your jaw then press delicately to your neck, to the spot just below your ear when he whispers, “thank you for my flowers doll. I love them but I love you the most.”

Your arms tighten around him and you nuzzle your face into his shoulder.

“I love you too Buck.”  

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Exploring Stylish Sliding Door Designs: A Modern Guide to Elegant Solutions

Sliding door have become a quintessential element of modern architecture, offering both style and practicality. They are ideal for creating seamless transitions between indoor and outdoor spaces or dividing rooms with minimal disruption. In this blog, we’ll delve into various sliding door designs, discuss their price range, and provide tips on how to buy a sliding door online.

✨ What Makes Sliding Doors Special?

Sliding door operate on a track system that allows panels to glide smoothly open and closed. This design not only conserves space but also adds a contemporary touch to any setting. Whether you're aiming to enhance your home’s aesthetic or improve functionality, sliding door offer a versatile solution. 🏡

💡 Popular Sliding Door Designs

Classic Glass Sliding Door: Glass sliding door are a popular choice for their ability to let in natural light and create a sense of openness. They come in various styles, including clear, frosted, or tinted glass, allowing you to choose the level of privacy you desire. 🌞

Barn Style Sliding Door: Inspired by rustic barns, this sliding door design features a wooden panel sliding on an exposed metal track. Barn-style door add a touch of farmhouse charm and are perfect for creating a focal point in your space. 🛠️

Frameless Sliding Door: For a minimalist and sleek look, frameless sliding door offer a seamless design with clear glass and no visible framing. This modern aesthetic works well in contemporary interiors and small spaces. ✨

Sliding Pocket Door: Pocket door slide into a compartment within the wall, making them an excellent choice for tight spaces where you want to avoid the swing of a traditional door. They offer a clean, unobtrusive appearance. 🏠

Accordion Sliding Door: Accordion-style door fold up like an accordion, allowing for maximum opening flexibility. They are a practical choice for dividing large areas and creating multi-purpose spaces. 🎨 🏷️

🛒 How to Buy Sliding Door Online

Purchasing a sliding door online can be both convenient and efficient. Here are some tips to ensure a successful purchase:

Research: Start by researching various designs and materials to determine what best suits your needs and preferences. Look for detailed product descriptions and customer reviews to gauge quality. 📊

Compare Prices: Use online tools to compare prices across different retailers. This will help you find the best deal and understand the typical price range for the sliding door you want.

Check Measurements: Accurate measurements are crucial for a proper fit. Ensure you measure the space where the door will be installed and check the product specifications for compatibility. 📏

Customization Options: Many online retailers offer customization, allowing you to tailor the design, size, and materials to your specific requirements. Explore these options to get a door that perfectly fits your space. 🎨

Review Return Policies: Before finalizing your purchase, review the retailer's return and exchange policies. This will give you peace of mind in case the door does not meet your expectations or fit properly. 🔄

In summary, sliding door offer a stylish and functional solution for various needs. By exploring different designs and understanding the price range, you can make an informed decision. Whether you’re looking to buy a sliding door online or just gathering information, these insights will help you find the perfect match for your home. 🌟

Transform your space with a beautifully designed sliding door and enjoy the blend of elegance and practicality it brings!

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Hand Carved Door Collection- Mogul Interior

Rustic reclaimed woods used in the carved barn doors that are handcarved with florals and twines bring in the elements of the forest and are so beautifully earthy as well. They can be used as closet doors, sliding barn doors or as room dividers. The artistic door panels bring in the earth element and have clean lines that work well with modern interiors. The elaborately detailed consoles with…

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Transforming Small Spaces: Clever Interior Design Ideas

Small spaces can be both charming and challenging. With limited room, it's essential to employ smart design strategies to maximize functionality without compromising style. Here are some clever interior design ideas to help you transform your small space into a cozy, efficient, and aesthetically pleasing environment.

10 Interior design ideas for your small space

1. Embrace Multifunctional Furniture

One of the key strategies in small space design is to choose multifunctional furniture. Look for pieces that serve more than one purpose. For instance, a sofa bed can function as a seating area during the day and a sleeping space at night. Coffee tables with storage, fold-out desks, and ottomans that double as storage units are excellent choices for small spaces.

2. Opt for Light Colors

Light colors can make a small space feel larger and more open. Whites, light grays, and pastel hues reflect more light, creating a brighter atmosphere. Painting walls, ceilings, and even furniture in these shades can help open up the space. Additionally, using mirrors strategically can amplify this effect by reflecting light and creating the illusion of depth.

 3. Maximize Vertical Space

When floor space is limited, look upwards. Utilize vertical space by installing shelves, wall-mounted cabinets, and tall bookcases. This not only provides additional storage but also draws the eye upwards, making the room feel taller. For example, in a small kitchen, ceiling-high cabinets can offer extra storage without taking up valuable floor space.

4. Create Defined Zones

Even in a small space, it's important to define different areas for various activities. Use rugs, furniture arrangements, or even partial walls to create distinct zones for living, dining, working, and sleeping. This helps to organize the space efficiently and makes it feel more spacious and purposeful.

5. Utilize Mirrors and Reflective Surfaces

Mirrors are a small space's best friend. They reflect light and create the illusion of a larger area. Consider placing a large mirror opposite a window to maximize natural light or using mirrored furniture and decor to add a touch of elegance while expanding the visual space.

6. Invest in Built-In Furniture

Custom-built furniture can be tailored to fit the exact dimensions of your space, maximizing every inch. Built-in wardrobes, benches with storage underneath, and window seats are great ways to add functionality without overcrowding the room. Custom solutions often make better use of awkward spaces, like under the stairs or around windows.

7. Go Minimalist

Adopting a minimalist approach can make a small space feel more open and airy. Keep furniture and decor to a minimum, focusing on quality over quantity. Choose a few statement pieces that you love and that serve a practical purpose. Decluttering regularly and avoiding unnecessary items will help maintain a clean, spacious feel.

8. Incorporate Hidden Storage

Hidden storage solutions are perfect for small spaces. Consider furniture with concealed compartments, like a bed with drawers underneath or a coffee table with a lift-top. Utilize under-bed storage boxes, hanging organizers, and stackable storage bins to keep items out of sight yet easily accessible.

9. Use Sliding Doors

Traditional swinging doors take up valuable floor space. Replacing them with sliding doors can save space and add a modern touch to your home. Sliding barn doors, pocket doors, and even sliding room dividers are excellent options for small spaces.

10. Bring in Natural Light

Natural light can make any space feel larger and more inviting. Keep window treatments light and airy to allow maximum light to enter. If privacy is a concern, consider sheer curtains or blinds that can be easily adjusted. Additionally, strategically placing lamps and other light sources can help brighten darker corners and create a warm, welcoming atmosphere.

Final thoughts

By implementing these clever interior design ideas, you can transform your small space into a stylish and functional haven. Whether you live in a cozy apartment or a compact house, these small tips by TLC Home Charlotte will help you make the most of every square inch while maintaining a beautiful and comfortable home.