#tfatws drabble

[queenashen]

I’d let him throw a tantrum anytime he wanted

[tom-whore-dleston]

Bed Chem

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f. reader

Word Count: 541

This fic contains: smut, pwp, fwb dynamic, spanking, lingerie, Bucky has different sides in bed, light choking, hair pulling

Summary: Being fwb with Bucky has amazing benefits.

Notes: look, after the release of the teaser trailer of Thunderbolts*, I’ve been feral for Bucky okay 🫣 I couldn’t think of a good title for this fic so I settled for my fave Sabrina Carpenter song lol This is my submission for @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt: Change in Tone.

You and Bucky had a different kind of relationship. You weren’t boyfriend and girlfriend, but you were both more than friends. For lack of a better term, you and Bucky were friends with benefits. And those benefits were the best terms you both agreed on.

Every time you had sex with Bucky, it was a different experience. Sometimes, his touches would be gentle and feather-like. Other times, his hands would be rougher and he’d grip you tighter in a possessive manner. Then, there was his voice. During his more tender moments, his voice was smooth like whiskey. On the flip side, when he was a little more aggressive with you, his voice was lower and animalistic. Bucky’s range in the bedroom taught you that sex wasn’t a performance but rather an experience. And each time you both ended speechless and satisfied.

In this current situation, you found yourself on all fours on top of Bucky’s bed wearing in a sheer lingerie one-piece. Bucky stood by the bed, admiring your backside with a smirk that you couldn’t see from your position, but could still sense. Bucky wore a crisp white shirt with the buttons done enough to get a peek of his chest hair and sculpted pecs. If you had seen how his sleeves were rolled enough to reveal his forearms, you would have melted into the bed sheets without him having to touch you.

You feel the bed creak under your hands and knees and suddenly Bucky’s bulge is right against your thigh. His fingers ghost above your spine, sending chills down to your cunt. Your breath hitched as you craved to feel his fingers down where your sensations were traveling to. All of a sudden, a hand crashes down on your ass, causing you to yelp in shock. Bucky chuckled, soothing the sting with his palm.

“Tell me what you want, darling, and I’ll give you that.” Bucky muttered, his lips dangerously close to your earlobe, his favorite part to tease.

“I want…you,” you gasped. Unfortunately, that wasn’t enough for Bucky.

“How do you want it?” His vibranium hand sensually traces the curves of your body. “Do you want it soft and sweet?” He places a kiss on the back of your shoulder, causing you to smile and bite your lip. A moment later, that same hand yanks you by the hair, pressing your back flat against his chest. “Or would you like it hard and rough?”

You were unable to conjure words. Only a broken moan left your vocal cords. Bucky’s flesh hand cupped your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. You gulped before Bucky smashed his lips against yours with fervor. His grip on your hair tightened as his teeth grazed your bottom lip. He let go of you once you attempted to grind against his hardness.

Bucky pushed you back down on the bed, your face in the pillow and your ass waving in the air. He unleashed a feral growl as he hurriedly unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down. The tip of his cock teased your entrance, making your voice drip with need like your pussy.

“I’ll give you what you want, darling, but I’ll give it to you how I want it.”

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[bucky-barnes-diaries]

Advent Calendar 2023

• Welcome to my Advent Calendar 2023 Masterlist! For this holiday season, I will post a mix of smutty and fluffy Christmas themed fics.

• All of these stories are with Bucky Barnes.

• Some of these stories are intended for an 18+ audience. Please read the individual warnings for each fic! If you are a minor, do not interact with the stories intended for an adult audience!

Day 1 — First Snow

Day 2 — Playing In The Snow

Day 3 — Christmas Tree Farm

Day 4 — Christmas Decorations

Day 5 — Cozy Morning

Day 6 — Christmas Goodies

Day 7 — Christmas Drinks

Day 8 — By The Fireplace

Day 9 — Christmas Ambiance

Day 10 — Under The Mistletoe

Day 11 — Cozy Night

Day 12 — Coffee Shop

Day 13 — Christmas Market

Day 14 — Santa

Day 15 — Mrs. Claus

Day 16 — Christmas Movies (delayed)

Day 17 — Christmas Shopping

Day 18 — Sledding

Day 19 — Ice Skating

Day 20 — Christmas Admiration

Day 21 — Christmas Joy

Day 22 — Ugly Sweater Party

Day 23 — Giving & Receiving

Day 24 — Christmas

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[th30ra3k3n]

“it’s beautiful.”

“yeah, it is.”

[jbarneswilson]

title: the phantom weight

rating: not rated

characters: sam wilson and bucky barnes

summary: It’s easy, during the day, to push aside all those who have been lost on his watch. But the night is a different story entirely.

read it here

[heartswarm-void]

“Well, that happened,” Bucky chuckles, masking his inner turmoil and pressure. He finds it funny. Because he’s everything that’s wrong in his life. He’s broken and miserable. And that’s funny.

Sam had been quietly listening throughout, his eyes soft and kind.

“You’ve been through so much. You’ve fought for so long,” Sam says, blinking back tears. “Let me carry the burden with you. You’re not alone, Buck. Not anymore.” Sam offers his left hand.

But for Bucky, Sam’s offering so much more.

Bucky’s eyes brim with decades of unshed tears. And he weeps.

He extends his hand, metal touching flesh.

[violetmuses]

On Your Mind - Bucky Barnes

TITLE: “On Your Mind” || Bucky Barnes 

FANDOM: Marvel - The Falcon and The Winter Soldier 

CHARACTER: James “Bucky” Barnes 

MAIN PAIRING: James “Bucky” Barnes + Female Reader 

MAIN STORYLINE: You catch Bucky’s eye…. 

Author’s Note: Hey! Feedback would be greatly appreciated and thanks so much for reading my work as always. - V.  💜

Main Masterlist

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2024

It’s too early for Bucky to visit Delacroix again, but sunlight reminds him of the small fishing town in Louisiana. 

Instead, he’s kept these New York windows open now, trying to remember good times with Sam’s family. With therapy over, there’s not much else to do, especially since he retired from service. 

For the millionth time, he walks to the nearest coffee shop out of boredom, opening that front door with his bare right hand and walking inside.  

Folks here still assume that his leftward metal arm is just some highly-advanced prosthetic gifted from the military. 

He orders black coffee and corners by a window seat, just people-watching. Beyond the glass window, pedestrians move up or down the sidewalk. Personal cars or taxi cabs honk horns. Blasting music plays in all directions, echoing time and again. 

Out of nowhere, the door jingles, signaling another customer. Bucky continues sipping the coffee and doesn’t care much until he glances across this space, quietly seeing you. 

He can’t exactly see your face as you stand in line to order a beverage, but your laughter catches his attention almost immediately. 

You sound joyful and light, chatting with the barista like a good friend rather than one stranger behind that cash register. 

“Thanks.” You settle down those chuckles and head towards one of the last empty tables found here. 

Now, You’re close to Bucky without entirely invading his own space. At least you’re kind enough not to bother other people. 

You’re so pretty. Buck thinks to himself. 

You enjoy your beverage alone, but take out one paperback novel that he’s never heard of before. The cover reminds him of Crime Fiction though and its image vaguely shows a federal building. 

“Excuse me?” Bucky finally stands from his window seat and walks towards your space once you’ve set down the beverage. 

You look up, almost immediately recognizing him. Everyone remembers what happened not long ago, especially considering how Flash Smashers perished. 

“Sergeant Barnes? Hello.” You greet him out of respect and put your book down. 

“Please call me Bucky.” Barnes tells you, appreciating the rank, but still not wanting that reminder of his past. 

“Bucky.” You make the correction and also introduce yourself. There’s no other choice right now. 

“Hi. Is this seat taken?” Bucky tries to calm down his own nerves around you, recalling the day he met Sarah, Sam’s determined and gorgeous sister, not long ago. 

“Go ahead.” You offer, watching as Bucky sits down across from you and settles in with his own coffee. 

“New in town?” He asks, smiling towards you. 

“No, but it’s a long story.” You say. 

“The world already knows mine, what about yours?’ Bucky turns as a joke and faces one imaginary watch. 

“Very funny.” You play right back. 

____________

By the time you both leave that coffee shop, Bucky is laughing. Genuinely laughing for the first time in decades. You’ve found this park bench and sit beside him, continuing a light-hearted conversation. 

“You still don’t know what Netflix is?” Your jaw drops and another giggle fit starts without fail. 

“Yes. I haven’t had enough time to watch anything, though.” Bucky defends himself. 

“Just pick something.” You suggest. “That’s how it all works.” 

Moments before Bucky can respond, your phone buzzes. 

“Shit! Sorry, but I gotta go.” You look downward and furrow your brow. It’s your family, planning a backyard barbeque. 

“Everything okay?” Bucky asks, genuinely concerned as you face each other. 

“Yeah. Family plans.” You lift your cell phone and smile to reassure him. 

“Oh! It was nice meeting you. Have a good one.” Bucky calls out. 

“You too! See you around, Buck.” You gather belongings and nearly run away, but glance over one shoulder to acknowledge him.  

His heart both drops and races as you vanish from the park. 

[babygirl-diaz]

Baby Riley

((Imagine Bucky carrying little Riley around like Peter B. Parker did with his daughter))

Bucky loved bringing 4-month-old Riley to the Avengers campus and letting everyone play with her. He strapped her to his chest in a baby carrier, slung her baby bag on one side, and headed to the campus where Sam hung out with his Avenger buddies. "I don't hang out with them, Bucky. I work with them," Sam claimed but Bucky didn't care. They were his friends, so they hung out together.

When Bucky arrived today, the Avengers were in the meeting room. From what J.A.N.I.C.E, the A.I. told Bucky, they were currently having a debriefing session with Sam leading it. Bucky snuck into the room to watch Sam speak. Riley was fast asleep against his chest and he sat down beside Scott and Hope. Their faces lit up when they saw them. "Riley, hey," Scott immediately said in a hushed voice.

"She is growing up so fast," Hope said gently stroking her back.

"You just saw her last week," Bucky pointed out.

"Yeah and she has grown since then," Hope huffed but then smiled at Riley.

They were suddenly garnering more attention from others on the team.

"Rileyyyyy...." Kate said excitedly as she came running over to them and sat down on the floor in front of Bucky. "Look at her little feeties, oh my god," she added pointing at Riley's feet that were hanging out of the carrier.

"Is she asleep?" Torres asked sadly. The kid had self-appointed himself Uncle Torres to Riley.

"Yeah, she-" As soon as Bucky was about to finish his sentence a sharp cry rang through the room.

The whole room broke out into a myriad of noises as everyone tried telling him what to do. All at once. Overwhelming Bucky and making him put a protective arm around his daughter.

"QUIET!" Sam's voice boomed through the room.

Everyone obliged and shut up at once, much to Bucky's relief.

Sam made his way over to the back of the room, walking with purpose, and his lips pressed together in a thin line. He looked like a man on a mission dressed in his Captain America suit.

"Oh shit," Scott whispered beside him. "Good luck, Barnes."

"Shut up," Hope chastised him.

Bucky readied himself to get yelled at. Sam has told him in the past not to bring Riley to the meetings. Riley, on her part, was still crying, and Bucky gently rocked her to quiet her down.

Sam came to a stop in front of him and Bucky looked up at him. Sam let out a soft sigh and stuck out his arms. "Give her to me," he said.

Taken aback by that, Bucky just stared at him.

"Buck," Sam's voice broke him out of his thoughts. He immediately took Riley out of the carrier and carefully handed her to Sam.

Sam took the 4-month-old in the crook of his elbow. "Shhh.... It's okay, baby girl," he gently said to her. "Papa's got you."

Bucky's heart melted as he saw the two interact. Yeah, he sees it every day at home but he still hasn't got used to it.

Sam then started to hum to her. It sounded an awful lot like "Stand By Me." He gently rocked her as he moved around humming and then softly singing to her.

There were a few "aww's" from the Avengers but soon Riley's cries subsided and the room filled with her laughter.

Everyone broke out into cheers before Sam turned around and proudly smiled at them.

Bucky got up from the bench and went over to his husband kissing him gently. "My hero," he said before clicking his tongue. "Nope, our hero," he said hugging his family close.

[ourghoststories]

Bright Stars [Bucky Barnes x Reader] Part 1

I was in hospital, I hadn't been feeling well as I'd been sick with God knows what and they'd admitted me to be on the safe side.

I was next to someone who looked like they'd been through the wars, he was handcuffed and had an armed presence - he was under pretty heavy security and God knows what he'd done.

I let a small smile across to him and waved as he'd keep looking at me intermittently, making me wonder if I had something on my face.

He smiled back, although still looking stony faced and stoic, he must be in some real deep shit "hi, I'm y/n" you introduced, not expecting him to answer back and for a second he didn't.

"I'm Bucky" he smiled curtly.

Ahh so that's what he had done, he was the infamous Bucky 'the Winter Soldier' Barnes, you knew he looked desperately familiar.

"Don't mind the security" he chuckled sarcastically.

"I- I won't" I gulped nervously, quite intimidated by their presence.

The guards shuffled a bit before he was wheeled off "cya 'round" he said blankly.

There was no doubt he was innocent, he protested his guilt like anyone would but you had a feeling deep down that something was off and everyone else was wrong, though you couldn't tell if that was just because he was pleasing to the eye.

Not long after he returned, this time he had a muzzle on and he looked sad, I know they think he did something, but there was no reason to treat him like a caged animal.

Shortly after the guards unclipped the muzzle, his prison-like restraints and walked out the room, the room was a sealed airlock so there was no way he was getting out even if he wanted to.

He got up and stretched "finally" he sighed, breathing out what I can only assume was a breath of relief.

It wasn't long before he made his way into a conversation with me, small talk, but nonetheless interesting, after all it wasn't every day you got to have a dialogue with a vigilante, even if you were sick as a dog.

The man was disinterested at best, he seemed to be deep in thought "they're supposed to be sending a psychologist, psychiatrist, whatever... In to talk to me, I don't want to talk. There's nothing to talk about, it's in the past and I'm done with being that person" he revealed.

"That's fair enough, I wouldn't want to talk either. I have a hard enough time talking to my psych, he's a great guy but... Therapy is good for people who enjoy it, I go out of necessity, I have a whole range of things, guess you could call me mental" I chuckled, as he let out a snicker.

"I might prefer him to this guy, a federal, smart arse who wants to know about me to send me off to some high security place when I just want to be low-key and by myself, plus he's with the law and they just don't get it" he said sarcastically.

"I get that".

He sat on the edge of his bed with his legs swung around and hanging off the bed, the guards watching his every room, although the security cameras were plastered all over the wall.

"So what's the first thing you'll do when you get out?" You questioned intently.

"Well if I ever get out of this damned placed, I'm gonna go buy some fresh fruit and veggies from the market and cook myself a nice meal" he answered, unexpectedly you thought, simpler than you would've thought but not unreasonable by any means.

"That's really nice" I said, I must've still had a look of surprise on my face because he soon quipped "what Super Soldiers can't cook? - just because I'm a vigilante doesn't mean I don't enjoy the simple pleasure of cooking, super soldier means super appetite" he chuckled.

"It's nice to hear you laugh after everything, at least you can stay sort of optimistic. Maybe after I'm not feeling so sick and if you are hopefully let out you could come for a home cooked meal at mine" I asked nervously, still barely brushing the surface with Barnes.

His eyebrows raised in response "you're interested in a scary ex-assassin coming around for a meal, I mean I won't say I'm not interested, but you're one brave lady, y/n. Watch out though, I'm not sure my security would like me socialising".

"Well you're a very polite ex-assassin and I've taken a liking to you, plus, you don't scare me or deserve to be treated how you have been in here, I know you're enhanced but they could treat you with some decency" I said seriously.

"So would that qualify as a date then?" He asked, intrigued.

"I don't know, depends if you want it to" i said suggestively, not really believing you were flirting when you weren't even feeling the best.

"No. Just joking, of course doll" he smiled, making my heart flutter just a little bit.

"Ugh I feel sick" you muttered, your stomach not feeling so good "that's not very nice I just said I wanted to date you - I'm not being serious, here's a vomit bag, you poor thing, what do you have?" He asked sweetly.

"Thanks, your humour is making me feel better, I don't know, a bug of some sorts" I mumbled.

"I won't come too close then" he smiled.

The sound of the doors opening made me jump, "oh fun. well I guess I'm off, I'll see you when I get back, I'll get your number then" he said politely as they marched in and restrained him once more.

Little did he know...

---A/N

So I didn't expect this but I got my writing mojo back so this is gonna be a series set in Civil War and then will hopefully go through until TFATWS -Darcy

[lilacwineandthesinkingsun]

My reality

AN: This is a submission for @flordeamatista's Loveeeeeee Song Writing Challenge wich i found not long ago! Hope you'll like it!

I did ask for some extra promt though, which i recieved yesterday, and man, did it get my brain going!

The prompt: "I don't mean as much to you as you do to me, and it's fine.". I’ve accepted that as my reality.”

It is also written with Rihanna and Ne-yo - Hate that i love you, on repeat.

WARNINGS: angst, fluff, Bucky being a gentleman(yes that is a warning), heartbreak

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

It was done, Steve was gone, Sam gave away the shield, the new Captain Amercia was actually a villain and Bucky couldn't really find his place in the world anymore. When you first saw him, he was having dinner with an old man, a friend most likely given they had no similarities at all. It warmed your heart whenever you saw them after that. The old man, Yori as you came to find out later was a regular, more often that not sitting alone at the bar, but when the mysterious man appeared he always seemed a bit happier. It made you a bit more happier too. Something about a sad, old man sitting alone broke your heart everytime. The man, James as he introduced himself a few nights ago, let his eyes find yours from time to time, and you were unable to look away. His eyes had you in a chokehold, but you never talked to him, you never waited for him to start a conversation with you either. Usually you just run to the back saying you need to pack some stuff, or do inventory. Yori always chuckled.

-You should take her out. - he murmured to James one night. He rolled his eyes.

-I'm not ready to date. - James said indifferently.

-I didn't say date, i said take her out. You should meet younger people you know, i ain't gonna be around forever. - he chuckled.

-The hell you aren't, you're over 200 and still more fit than me. - James joked, lifting his beer to his lips as you walked back from the back with a carton of beer to be put in the fridge behind you. You weren't a power lifter, but being a bartender did give you some muscles, yet your skin looked so soft, he had to gulp as Yori chuckled beside him, tearing his eyes away from you.

-What? - he grumbled to Yori.

-Take her out. - Yori said before he got up and walked out for the night.

After you filled the fridge with drinks, you started to clean up, it was nearing closing time and you wanted to get a headstart on the cleaning. The whole time you felt watched, of course James was still here, watching your every move.

-You know.. it's rude to stare. - you smirked without looking at him, he cleared his throat.

-I wasn't...

-Yea you were. - you smiled at him this time and he gave a half smile back. You swear your heart skipped a beat. Yea that smile, that tired half smile of his should be absolutely illegal. You looked away abruptly, resuming the cleaning. He stayed until you closed the bar, only talking then.

-Do you... um.. do you want to have a drink sometime? - he asked but when he saw your - deer in the headights - expression he quickly tried to salvage the situation. -As um friends of course, but you don't ha...

-I'd love that James. - you said cutting him off. Now he had an expression of shock. -i'm working tomorrow, how about after i close?

-Yea, um that is fine. I'll come pick you up. - he said before walking away. You chuckled seeing his retreating form. How strange this man was, how intriguing.

Yori came to the bar around lunch and he sat at his usual spot. He beamed at you, seeing you once in a dress.

-You got a date tonight? - he asked.

-Oh you old man, i think you know exactly. - you smirked at him.

-So he finally asked.

-Don't ring the wedding bells, it's just a friendly drink.

-If you say so sweetheart. - he winked and you gasped, faking being offended before you both chuckled.

After your shift, you waited in front of the now locked door for him, he was running late. You sighed thinking he stood you up. What did you even want from this? Just as you started to walk home a hand gently grabbed your wrist, turning you towards him. You turn terrified only to see James.

-I'm sorry for being this late.. i just.. i. - he stutters as he hold out a boquet of tulips in his other hand. You look at the boquet, then at him and back.

-You didn't have to.. - you start head hung low. He releases your wrist, finger gently hooking under your chin making you look up at him.

-I wanted to. - he says before offering his arm, as you go in search for a bar.

He is more fun than you expected, once he feels comfortable enough you even joke. Then months pass, but he just never makes a move. YOu fall into this limbo of being friends, appreciating his friendship, but he is such a gentleman, you couldn't help but also fall for him. You hear Yori tease him about taking the next step, he says he want's to be there for the wedding, and then you leave, you save your little heart from hearing his answer to the joke. You know the answer, but you wouldn't want to hear it from his mouth.

-See now you chased her off old man. Stop with this, we're friends. - James says as he clenches his jaw then taking a sip from his beer.

-If you say so. - Yori says before going silent. When you get back, the atmosphere is weird, you don't want to address it though.

Another month passes and James appear with a redhead on his arm, introducing her to Yori. Yori passes you a sad look, before taking her hand. You stand there, acting unaffected but from the inside you're burning. Its too cold and too hot at the same time, it hurts, it's like a thousand needles. You keep the tears at bay, you cannot afford to let it show. You walk up to them, asking what you can get to them. The redhead beams at James, saying that they'll have two beers and two whiskeys. You nod and go around to make it.

After you hand them their drinks, you ask the other bartender to cover them for the night. You couldn't do this. Bucky notices your smile falter everytime Nat laughs loudly, you gave away the table they're at. He doesn't know what it is, but he cannot ask. Nat just came back after literally not existing for years, and he's clinging to her. She's one of the last pieces of his old life. She's someone he knows. She's the only other person who knows about you other than Yori.

You pull away after. You don't talk to them, only to Yori, everytime they visit the bar. Nat saw how this hurt Bucky, she couldn't help but be colder to you cause of it.

-It's not her fault you know. - Yori says to Nat one night when you stormed out at the back to smoke, hands shaking. It was one of those nights when you couldn't bear to see them, it hurt too much. Sure, you were just friends, but your heart said something else. You couldn't help it. And now it was broken and hurt.

-What? She doesn't know it hurts him? - Nat rolled her eyes.

-Natalia, they've been building their friendship as they like to call it, for months. Poor girl loved him since the first time he sat foot in this bar. She was patient, she never made a move thinking she's not he's type, telling herself to be just fine with his friendship. And now he's only ever coming in with another on his arms. I know you're friends, i know he's known you most of his life, but you cannot expect someone who hadn't heard a word about you, to not pull away. Since you're back they did not talk.

Nat realizes what Yori means. Well to be honest he quite literally says it. He does not really have a filter, that's what they all like about him.

-Where did she go? - Bucky asks them when he gets back from the restroom.

-Out in the back for a smoke. - Yori says looking in front of himself. Nat motions with her head for Bucky to go after you. And he does. He founds you crouched next to the wall, smoking with shaking hands, battling with the tears that wants to fall.

-What's up ? What happened?

-Nothing happened James. - you say in almost a whisper - i just have a bad day.

-Doll, it's not just a bad day, tell me what happened. Who hurt you?

-No James, i'm not playing this. You just.. why don't you go back to Natalia?

He sighs, his hands in his pockets as he nods and turns around to go back in, walking away once more. That's when you broke down. For once you let the tears fall thinking he couldn't hear them hitting the pavement. His heart breaks even more not knowing why you closed yourself off so much, so abruptly.

The next few weeks the circles only grow under your eyes, you've lost weight too, but at least you sometimes smile now. Only at Yori though, he hugs you too. Oh how Bucky misses hugging you. He still had no idea what has gotten you to distance yourself from him, but he'll have to accept it. Your smile immediately leaves your face when Nat comes in, hugging Bucky. She tries to talk to you too, but you just give her a nod before getting back to work.

Bucky sees as Yori gently squeezez your hand, as if giving you some power to get through the day. Your lips in a tight line as you nod.

Nat leans closer to him, whispering to his ear.

-Did you try to talk to her? To actually ask?

Bucky nods.

-Did you get an answer?

Bucky shakes his head. No. You didn't answer.

-Try again. I'm fed up seeing you both sulking. - she says as he gently kisses his face. Your hands shake again. You need a new job. You cannot bear this anymore. You dropped a tray of beer glasses, cursing as you crouch down to collect the pieces of broken glass. Of course with shaking hands you cut your hand immediately in multiple places. Bucky rans to you, helping you, slotting your hand under the water before reaching for the medkit, to bangade your hand.

-James, you don't have to.. - you try to peel your hands away.

-I want to. Come on. - he says, with a gentle hanbd on the small of your back, ushering you into the back of the bar. You sit down and he kneels before you, gently disinfecting your cuts in silence.

-Why are you avoiding me? - he asks not looking into your eyes.

-I'm no... - you try to say but he cuts you off.

-Yes you are, and i'd at least like to know why, or what did i do..

-James... - his name rolls of your lips with a sigh, breaking his heart a little more. -It's..I don't mean as much to you as you do to me, and it's fine.. I’ve accepted that as my reality. It's fine. You don't have to pretend to care. - you say head hung low.

-Sweetheart, where did you get this form? - he asks making you look at him as he caresses your face, and you can't help but close your tearstricken eyes and melt into the touch.

-I.. i mean.. i've waited patiently for months.. I always hoped that maybe next time. Maybe with the next movie night spent cuddling. But nothing ever happened. And then Nat came and i was forgotten. Again it is alright, you're not obligated to feel anything for me.. I just wish there would be a way to know it before it happens.. To protect my heart from the imminent heartbreak..

-Doll, we're just old friends.. i.. i love you. I was just afraid to take that step.. you deserve so much better. You're so perfect in every way it hurts. - he says looking into your eyes, making you scoff as you wipe your tears away. -Don't scoff. - he says, leaning closer, gently pecking your lips before retreating to look into your eyes lovingly.

[neonovember]

tides

thoughts of bucky and sarah have been rattling in my brain for too long. no i cant start a new series, yes i will consume every single crumb they give us of them. (i mean just look at our man, he needs her).

bucky barnes x sarah wilson

-

Louisiana is sinking. That’s what Sarah thinks, as she drives back from St Orleans taking the road that winds up and twists into her home of Delacroix. Not the decadent blues that fall heavy on her tongue as she whispers along with the lyrical soundscape of her beloved home. Not the way the unrelenting sun beats heavy on her shoulders. And definitely not the head strong mass of muscle who’s surprisingly very good at playing hide and seek sleeping on her old beaten couch.

Yes, she is thinking about the future of Louisiana’s sinkage. That’s what she convinces herself, she has done the part of the dutiful civilian, using the god awful cartoon straws that turn to mush by the second sip, set up recycling boxes near the waste bin. Participated in local cleanups, followed the hashtags and discourse, the whole lot. So she is determined to put her mind to the near cataclysmic disaster of the climate warming.

But the drum of her fingers against her steering wheel lulls her back to dark curls and the open mouthed laughter of James.

Like a tide. Always.

@fleurdelouve my adoration for this ship!

[queenashen]

Fear him…

[1-800-teax]

The Dora’s

TFATWS Drabble

Avenger!Reader

Wakandan!Reader

Loki x Reader

A/N : I wanted to do a Wakandan!Reader Imagine for a while, so here it is! Expect more and better ones, this is just something I had in my drafts for a while.

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Y/n’s POV:

The sound of a spear colliding with concrete catches my attention, I take it as my cue and I walk inside with Ayo and another Dora at my sides.

The sound of my heels banging against the floors, as well as the spears of the Dora’s catches the attention of everyone in the room.

My face is mixed of annoyance and sternness as I focus my gaze straight on Bucky, paying no mind to John Walker.

"He's coming with us." I announce in Xhosa.

"Even if he is a means to your end. Time's up." Ayo follows up.

"Y/n-" Bucky starts, when I cut him off.

"James." I reply sternly, turning my focus on John Walker who starts to introduce himself.

"Hi, John Walker. Captain America." John says holding a hand out for me to shake.

I stare into his hopeful eyes for a second, holding in my piling emotions before releasing a quiet scoff, accompanied by a roll of my eyes as I walk past him towards the couch.

The hairs on the back of my neck stand up as I feel everyone’s eyes trail after me.

I sit, crossing my legs, watching as everything unfolds.

"Well, let's uh let's put down the pointy sticks and we can talk this through." John says turning back towards Ayo.

"Hey, John take it easy. You might wanna fight Bucky before you tangle with the Dora Milaje." Sam warns him, taking a quick glance at me at the end.

"The Dora Milaje have no jurisdiction here." John says to Ayo.

"The Dora Milaje has jurisdiction where ever the Dora Milaje find themselves to be." Ayo fires back which causes me to smirk.

"Okay. Look I think we got on the wrong foot-" John starts to say as he places his hand on Ayo's shoulder.

Big mistake.

Ayo hits John with her spear making him imediately fall to the ground.

I let out an amused sigh before getting up and moving towards Bucky who is seated at the bar.

"No Loki?" he asks.

"This is something I had to do on my own, for my country. This has nothing to do with him." I say watching the Dora Milaje continue to fight John and his partner.

From my peripheral, I see him nod his head absentmindedly.

Bucky releases a sigh before getting up, leading us towards where Sam is stood watching the fight.

"We should do something." Sam says to Bucky.

"Why? They're just having fun." I comment with a grin.

"Looking strong, John." Bucky encourages John, sarcastically. Which has me releasing a light giggle.

"Bucky." Sam says warningly.

Just as Ayo was about to impale John, Bucky intervenes by grabbing a hold of her spear resulting in them starting to fight.

I watch as everything unfolds before me with a bored expression on my face.

"Amelia!" Sam shouts grabbing my attention.

I let out a fustrated sigh before grabbing a spear from a Dora and throwing it so the sheild is pinned to the table with John Walker, attached to it.

John looks at me shocked and I just give him an irrated look in return.

I turn to see Ayo removing Bucky's metal arm.

Bucky looks at her then at me but I quickly turn away not wanting to see the look on his face.

Ayo says something to Bucky that I didn't quite catch before walking towards the bathroom and opening it up.

John gets his hand free and the Dora gets her spear making the sheild fall to the floor.

I slam my foot on it and caught it in my hand the way Steve taught me to.

"He's gone. Leave it." Ayo says.

I give John one last hard look before shoving the sheild onto the table and giving it on last look.

I look at Ayo and nudge my head to the door to signal 'I'll be there in a minute'.

She subtly nods and her and the Dora's left.

"Did you know they could do that?" Sam asks Bucky as he gets up off the floor.

"No." Bucky says placing it back on and adjusting it.

I walk towards them and hit Bucky upside his head before punching Sam on his bicep.

Both of them say "Ow." and groan.

"I can't believe the both of you." I lecture while resting my hands on my hips..

I let out a sigh before turning around to look at John and his partner.

"They weren't even super soldier." he says in disbelief while dazed.

"Damn right." I say sassily before walking out.

I walk towards the Royal Talon Fighter.

Ayo gives me a look and I give her a reasurring nod.

She looks away and starts to take us back home to Wakanda.

[bucky-barnes-diaries]

Day 11 — Cozy Night

Pairing || TFATWS!Bucky x Female!Reader

Word Count || Around 600

Contents & Warnings || Fluff — no warnings.

Disclaimer || English is not my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!

Advent Calendar 2023

You and Bucky had spent the week in a magical cabin nestled within a winter wonderland forest. The getaway was a relaxation for you both, offering a sanctuary from the busyness of everyday life. Your days were spent visiting the charming town, exploring cute vintage shops, and savoring cocoa at the cozy cafe.

Your evenings unfolded in the warm embrace of the cabin, where you and Bucky cuddled by the crackling fireplace with an assortment of books. Wrapped in a thick blanket, you shared beautiful moments, taking turns reading passages and stealing soft kisses between lines.

On the last day, plans of departure were interrupted by an unforeseen snowstorm, the roads dangerous. Stranded for a few more days, you and Bucky embraced the unexpected twist of fate, turning it into another cozy night with each other.

The storm-induced power outage left the cabin in darkness, with only the flicker of flames in the fireplace and the gentle glow of the candles illuminating the space.

Nestled on a plush sofa, your legs covered by a thick blanket, you and Bucky snuggled together. The warmth from the fire and each other kept the chill away.

You were at the end of your book, and Bucky took charge of reading the final chapters. His voice was a soothing melody, a comforting cocoon enveloping you both. He kept the story flowing, his voice becoming a rhythmic lullaby that was almost hypnotic. Tracing the plates of his vibranium palm, your fingertips danced along to his storytelling.

At the conclusion of the book, Bucky’s soft voice lingered in the air, leaving a warm, happy feeling behind. Closing the book, he kisses your temple, and you hummed in contentment.

“Hmm, that was a wonderful story, babe. Your storytelling skills are on point. I could listen to your soothing voice forever.”

“Well, I’ve had a few centuries of practice,” he mumbled, brushing his lips against your skin.

Cuddling closer, limbs entwined, you let the warm flames and the echo of the tale envelop you both.

“What should we do now?” you pondered, breaking the comfortable silence.

“You’re not tired?”

You shook your head. “Are you?”

“Not the slightest. How about we do a puzzle?” Bucky suggested, eyeing the 500-piece set on the coffee table. The box was adorned with a snowy, picturesque landscape with a cabin, much like the one you found yourselves in.

“Let’s do it.”

Seated comfortably on the sofa, still close, you unpacked the contents of the puzzle box onto the coffee table, sorting through the countless tiny pieces.

You began with the edges, searching for the border pieces that would lay the foundation for your masterpiece. Your conversation flowed between debates over puzzle piece placement and sweet nothings whispered to each other. Occasionally, Bucky would kiss your cheek or nuzzle against your skin.

As the puzzle took shape, you became immersed in the details of the image coming to life. The crackling logs and the wind’s howl serve as background music, along with the satisfying click of connecting the pieces together.

When the final pieces fell into place, a sense of accomplishment washed over you both. The once chaotic pile of puzzle pieces had transformed into a breathtaking panorama.

“We did it. It’s beautiful, Bucky,” you hummed, resting your head on his shoulder, nuzzling into the soft material of his sweater.

“Yeah, it’s beautiful,” he agreed, voice low and soothing as he draped an arm over you, pulling you closer. “Almost as beautiful as this moment with you.”

Meeting his gaze, filled with adoration, you felt a rush of affection. “I’m so glad we got stranded here for a few more days.”

“Me too, doll,” he whispered, leaning in to press a tender kiss to your lips. “It turned our simple getaway into a magical adventure.”

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Tactics

Characters/Pairings: Bucky Barnes Word Count: 650 Summary: A moment of character study set for Bucky in New York during episode five of The Falcon and the Winter Soldier after he returns from Rica, Latvia, and before he goes to Louisiana.

Content Warnings: TFATWS spoilers, some processing trauma and identity thoughts

Additional Notes: Written for @the-slumberparty Warm Up: One-Word Drabble challenge. The one word I got was TACTICS.

Tactics, skills, strategies, methods, abilities.

While one part of Bucky organized the components of the bookshelf he’d ordered and chosen to assemble himself, another part of him was analyzing and organizing the events of the past week.

For years he’s filed away things. Information about who he used to be – the good and the bad. Steve stating emphatically that wasn’t you in an attempt to bolster him, to pull him back, to say he trusted him. Shuri only getting after children from potentially pestering him rather than for dangerously being around him, the latter no longer a possibility in her mind. Ayo’s testing and then declaration you are free. Raynor reassuring him you have your mind back.

But did he?

That uncertainty had lingered for so long.

He thought he was free when Steve had rescued him in Germany, only to be captured again, and that time subjugated in every way, for years at a time not questioning who he was, being reconditioned at any waver of fidelity.

Once physically free from HYDRA, it was years of struggle – to piece together his past, to stay hidden, to remain alive, only to be brutally beaten back by discovering a slew of words could reclaim him completely.

Ultimately, yes, he had been released from the power those Russian words had held over him, but this week had called sharply back into question who he was. Zemo had played with the words, taunted the pieces of the Winter Soldier, forced him to actively front as him again in Madripoor.

John Walker had taunted him as well. All that serum running through your veins.

…and though it’s not what John had meant, now that he was home from Latvia, Bucky couldn’t stop thinking that maybe that was the truth. All that remained now was the serum running through his veins. Serum that changed him physically, but maybe in no other way?

Steve had visited him in Wakanda a few times during his own exile. Many a night they would end up awake, looking up at the incomparable stars above them, talking or not talking. Once Steve shared that Erskine had explained the serum amplifies everything that is inside.

After decades of being deployed as the Winter Soldier, Bucky – despite Steve’s insistence otherwise – thought it had to mean he was ruthless, a killer. He’s started to think it wasn’t all he was.

He was willing to consider now it may not be who he was after all.

All of these people who thought they knew him, and so many years of him not knowing himself, but maybe it was starting to make sense.

There was proof in the experience, and what had happened this week was irrefutable.

This was the first time throwing himself into the deep end without handlers, without a safety net of Steve, and now he could see the difference himself. There was differentiation between Bucky Barnes and the Winter Soldier, even variation between the roots of the Brooklyn boy and the White Wolf awakened in Wakanda. The developments that came with his years as the Winter Soldier were just that: acquisitions, abilities.

In the field again, trying to sort out some good, he could extract the skills, the tactics, and simply be effective – no necessity to deal death in his wake.

HYDRA’s most valued asset, now an asset that could help instead of harm.

He wasn’t convinced yet, but maybe he would be at some point.

What the serum had enhanced within him, he was still uncovering. Raynor probing him about what he wanted, he was still figuring it out.

But for now he could sit with this. Today he believed he was no longer a killer. Today he wanted a bookshelf and books. Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow, he’d figure out more, no longer the tactics, but really and honestly reclaiming his true nature as it unfolded – as he unfolded it.

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[terry-perry]

What happens if Natalie Rogers is also put in the same case with jack and met zemo and sharon

"So, you must be Mr. America Jr.!" Sharon directed her attention to Jack with that same playful grin on her face. "Heard a lot about you."

He could say the say about her. The famous Sharon Carter. Niece to S.H.I.E.L.D. founder Peggy Carter, and with the same amount of rumors that included the previous Captain America. Nobody wanted to think about that though since it wasn't exactly important. What was important was what was going on and how Sharon was involved with all this.

Then another surprise came in the form of a younger, pretty, young thing that just walked into the living room.

"Nat?"

Jack was shocked to find his teammate there. He wasn't informed about any plans for a mission in this strange country. Then again, he also didn't know he was going to help his dad and Sam, yet here he was.

And Nat of all people was here? He hadn't seen her since he visited her in New Asgard to try to talk about why she left New York without telling anyone. She told him she just needed time away after their last grueling mission which he understood. It was terrifying for all, with him even almost losing his life. Luckily Nat was there to save him before anything bad could happen.

He thought they had a nice time together in New Asgard when he visited her there. He got to catch up with her family who he hasn't talked to in a while and enjoyed some of the nice sights the country had to offer. Much hasn't changed there. The commercialism of New Asgard died down a bit some time ago, but the place was still a popular tourist attraction for most.

It felt like they were kids again. It was nice.

So what was she doing here and giving him a stoic look that reminded him of her father?

This didn't have to do with the almost kiss that happened did it? He didn't mean to come on too strong or make her feel like a rebound since this was not long after his breakup with Marcy. He meant it when he said he really cared about her.

"Hey Jack," she greeted him icily, not breaking eye contact. "Didn't expect to see you here."

He thought he saw a rather knowing look in the eyes of the older adults surrounding them. They most certainly would tease him once they had the chance to.

This was gonna be a long trip.