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I want to start buying some comics of my own, but I have absolutely zero clue where to start. If you would be so kind, could you tell me where to start/what order to read comics for some characters I list? Thank you!!

(The ones I want to know the most will be green lmao)

Clint Barton | Hawkeye

Moon Knight

Scott Summers | Cyclops

^^^especially Champions!!!

Bucky Barnes | Winter Soldier

Remy Lebeau | Gambit

Tim Drake | Red Robin

John Constantine

Michael Carter | Booster Gold

Bart Allen | Impulse

Doom Patrol

Coyote Ugly part 4

A/N: soooooo I know I haven’t finished I hope you’re the last, but this was too good of an idea to not write. ;) As always I do not own the gif.... credit goes to moviewhorexo :)

Warnings: cussing (not surprised), mentions of ptsd and flashback, angst, little bit of fluff, y’all ain’t ready

Pairings: Plus! Sized reader x Bucky, Steve x Natasha

Imagine: Running a bar was not ideal in your mind. However being able to invoke complete privacy for your clients was. All you had to do was lie about them and yourself, but what happens when your lies come to the surface and fate takes you on a whole new path? What happens when Earth's greatest heroes force that path?

To say I wasn’t a fan of Fury was a major understatement. Although the day was spent laughing and forgetting about everything, Maci still dragged me to Shield headquarters. I knew she wouldn’t let me go home until her boss had heard the news. I dreaded the meeting with every fiber of my being. Don’t get me wrong, I owe a lot to Shield, but Nick Fury was one man I never liked to be in the presence of. The drive was silent except from the radio playing God knows what. The closer we got the more anxious and nauseous I felt. I was so wrapped up in my head that I wasn’t paying attention until I heard it. The first few keys made me freeze in my seat. 

500 miles I had it all planned Drove all day to ask your Dad for your hand I wrote it all out I knew what I'd say My heart it was racing and my hands started to shake But I, took a deep breath and I said I promise to love her With all that I have I'll put nothing above her And I won't turn my back She's my everything She's all I'll ever need And she loves me at my worst Sir, I give you my word I promise to love her

“M turn that off.” I whispered feeling the tears form, my throat went dry, and all the blood in my body turned ice cold. Maci to wrapped up in singing the song didn’t hear me. My heart began to race and I felt a cold sweat rise over my brows. ‘Maci turn it the fuck off!” I said louder this time. Her attention suddenly taken off the the song to me, but she didn’t move to change it. 

The music plays And I'm all a mess As I watch you walking towards me in that pretty white dress Do you take this woman to be your wife To have and to hold for the rest of your life Well I, took a deep breath and I said I promise to love her With all that I have I'll put nothing above her And I won't turn my back She's my everything She's all I'll ever need And she loves me at my worst I'm giving my word I promise to love her and keep her Want her and need her Make her my whole world And when that day comes I'll come undone When that doctor brings in that little girl I promise to love her With all that I have I'll put nothing above her And I won't turn my back She'll be my everything And all I'll ever need My little angel on earth

I tried to slow my ragging heart, while my fingers began to shake. Maci noticing finally turned the song off, but not fast enough. Tears cascaded down my cheeks. “What? Do you not like the song that much?” she asked completely caught off guard by my reaction. I shook my head in anger and wiped  the tears away fiercely. “Yes! In fact when I am around do not ever play that fucking song again!” I seethed before turning my head to look out the window. 

“Y/n talk to me... I don’t know-” Maci began, but I cut her off with my hand. Releasing a sigh, I moved to look at my best friend. “You can’t fix this M. This has to do with the bastard.” I said sighing heavily. Maci waited for me to continue. “He played it when he was in his ‘nice’ moods, but he would also play it when he wanted to hurt me. He filled my head with empty promises with that song, and crushed every single one of them with it as well. He would play it only when I was ‘good’ and swear it would be us after he fixed me. He would also play it when he would beat the shit out of me, saying I am the reason we would never be able to fulfill ‘our’ song. I detest that song, just please don’t play it around me.” I finished my eyes trained on my fingers. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked her voice breaking a little, before she quickly recovered. I just shrugged my shoulders while trying to come up with an excuse. “In a way I guess it felt like I still had something to hang onto, what it is I don’t know, but it was something no one else knew about what happened to me M. It just solidified that I was there alone, no one else. There wasn’t you or Tony, hell there wasn’t Fury yet. In some twisted sense it made it all feel more real.” I confessed slowly, while lifting my head up. Maci looked with tears in her eyes. “Y/n what happened to you changed you, and it was real. You don't need to hold onto it to make sure it was real. Yes you were alone, but you aren’t anymore. You have people who would die for you. You don’t have to keep it all in anymore.” she said grabbing her hand with mine. I slowly nodded my head, before training my eyes on the compound. Well if anything she said was true people would die for me, but all for a secret. 

The compound was still the same as I remembered it almost 3 years ago. The walls are still white with black or gray accents actually the whole building was filled with white, black, or gray. The walk to Fury’s office was too long for comfort. My stomach twisted and churned the closer we got. Maci was walking with her head held high, without a care in the world. While I shrank into myself, but displaying a fake smile on the outside. Maci’s abrupt stop made me almost run into her. Her eyes were scanning the surroundings, before she glanced back towards me. Slowly she brought her finger to her lips motioning for me to stay quiet. Time slowed while my heart ragged on. Inhaling as quietly as I could I tried to keep myself from panicking. The compound was quiet, too quiet, normally people are everywhere like flies; but there wasn’t a soul to be seen. 

“Y/n, follow my every move! And don’t lose control...” she whispered calmly, her once green eyes now almost black. I nodded my head, before following Maci down different hallways than before. We were off the main floors and in the tunnels. If something was wrong, we would be safe there or meeting the danger head on. I replayed my favorite things to keep my breathing from rising, while my hands were beginning to tremble and my legs felt like mush. “Y/n when we . hit this door we bolt for it you hear me?” she harsly whispered while grabbing my arm. I was too focused on the door to notice Maci’s warning. Her persistent jerking snapped my gaze to her. “Shit! Your eyes.” she said before looking around. When she double checked we were alone she met my gaze again. “Y/n you have got to remain in control. You can out run my by miles you hear me, so no matter what happens you keep running.” her voice filled with conviction and determination. “M you must be dumb to think I would leave you behind.” I say while shaking my head at her. Maci just rolls her eyes before placing the keys to the car in my hand. “Y/n! We don’t know what is behind there....If the compound has been taken over and someone is here our job is to get you out of here!” she said before grabbing my arms and staring at me with a look of such desperation. “Promise me if things get ugly in there you will go straight to Tony’s! Or I swear on my aunt Helen I will whoop your ass to Timbuktu.” she whispered before locking eyes on me again. I slowly nod my head, understanding it was her job to keep me out of enemy hands. Maci content with my answer returned back to facing the door. I released the breathe I didn’t know I was holding, silently preparing myself for what was to come. Then with one finally look Maci opened the door and before we knew it all hell broke loose....

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I spent the next several hours in the training room, punching everything in my path. I was currently on my 5th bag when Steve strolled in, his hands in his pockets and a defeated look on his face. I didn’t stop the task at hand which was currently to get all my pent up frustration out on the bag. Steve didn’t speak to me until I finally quit my assault on the bag. “You know Buck I’ll always have your back..” he began before trailing off like he couldn’t get the words out, but before he could finish I cut him off. “No! I get it, take their sides on how wrong it was, but you know what we did was necessary!” I snapped, throwing Steve a hard glare. He shifted uncomfortably not liking the position he found himself in. 

“I’m sorry Buck, but you know we should have just asked Tony before unlocking that file. Now I have Nat mad at me for going along with it, and Tony won’t come out of the labs.” he said looking defeated. “Don’t shift the blame, we both knew what we were doing!” I snap not being able to contain my anger anymore. “I took the blame for you because no one would question me digging up someone’s past, but do not for a second think you can come in here and guilt trip me!” I yell finally facing my friend. Steve looked passive, but I know underneath there was a storm brewing. “What do you want me to do Buck?!” he yelled back lifting his hands into the air. “I want you to help me find out more.” I say more calmly, while crossing my arms over my chest. Steve stood there mirroring me, his jaw clenching and unclenching. “I can't do that Buck.” he says while grinding his teeth. “Then leave.” I force out, before turning back around to continue my assaults. Steve didn’t move an inch his gaze burning holes in my back. “I really am sorry Buck.” he whispers before leaving me alone with my thoughts.   

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Adrenaline. That is what kept me from feeling anything. The sounds of gunshots were echoing off everywall. The only light to help guide me came out in pathetic flashes. My grip on Maci’s hand only intensified as we maneuvered through the chaos.  The only thing I could make out was we were stuck in a crossfire. There were 2 sides, this I know from the different smell of the the guns. “M we gotta find Fury.” I whisper slowing my movements. Maci didn’t respond just kept moving forward. The sudden grasp on my neck made my body freeze. “Where ya going 236.” the voice whispered, but before I could answer Maci was on the assalent, working on his grip. My blood rushed to my head and the instinct to lose control slowly crept up my spine. Effortlessly I pulled his hand off my neck, before swiftly kicking him on the ground. The scent of fear soon flooded my nostrils, making them flare with desire. But before I could do anything further, Maci’s hand on my arm pulled me away from my target. 

“Hagyd elmenni. (let him go)” Maci whispered in my ear. The urge was getting stronger to rip his heart out with each passing second, but Maci wouldn’t let me. “Ez már nem te vagy. Ne hagyja nekik elégedettségüket adni nekik. (This isn't you anymore. Stop giving them the satisfaction that it is.)” she persisted before reaching for my hand. Closing my eyes I released my hold on his throat letting his body crumple to the floor. “Let’s move.” I whisper not liking that we were exposed. Maci agreeing continued to lead me further into the tunnels. 

Time seemed to slow as the guns continued their pursuit of victims. While moans were heard everywhere from those unfortunate of falling victim. The many hallways was starting to make my head feel fuzzy with confusion. the closer we got to the exit the quieter the shots got and so did the moans. Maci squeezed my hand three times signaling we were close to the exit. But my stomach kept churning with uncertainty. 

As we rounded the last corner, a fire rang through the halls. And before we knew it a second and then a third before we were forced back. “M are you hurt?” I ask releasing my friends hand to check my own body as well. “I’m ok, none hit me. Are you ok?” she asks before grabbing my shoulder. As soon as her hand touched my shoulder she drew it back. “Fuck your shoulder.” she breathed, while ripping a piece of her shirt off. 

“I’m fine. It’s just a scratch.” I say while avoiding her advances. “Y/n let me at least cover it.” 

“No, I said I’m fine. What we need to worry about is how the hell we are going to get through them.” 

“Well if you let me..” 

“M I swear to God if you touch me I will roundhouse kick you.” I harshly whisper. Maci let her hands fall, obviously knowing she wasn’t going to win this argument. We stood there for a few seconds gathering your thoughts on what to do next. “Ok, fuck Y/n. We have to surrender” she whispers before peering around the corner, causing another round of gunshots to echo through the hall. I slowly nod my head before making my way infront of her. “What the hell are you doing?” she says while trying to grab my shirt.  I avoid her hands while slowly bringing my own up.

 “Ez 236. A barátom és én fegyvertelen vagyunk és hajlandóak leszünk átadni mindaddig, amíg le nem engedi fegyvereidet. (This is 236. My friend and I are unarmed and are willing to surrender, as long as you lower your weapons.)”  I yell while revealing myself from the corner. There were 3 men standing in front of the door, none that I could recognize. Maci slowly followed behind me, allowing herself more room to jump back if they were to fire at her. 

“Engedje el a barátomat, és én szívesen megyek. (Let my friend go and I will go willingly.)” I yell while taking a few cautious steps forward. One of the men grunted before the weapons were lowered. “Y/n what are you doing?” Maci whispered while falling into step with me. “Saving your life.” was all I said before glancing her way. Mer face contorted with a mixture of anger and sadness. “No.” she said while stopping her movements. “M, I don’t have a choice, now move your ass. I’ll be right behind you.” I whisper, slowly bringing my gaze back to the men. We continued the walk in silence until we reached the men. 

The one in the middle nodded his head, before slowly opening the door. The sunlight burst in with a vengeance, causing me to squint my eyes. “Csak ő mozog, vagy mi lőni fogjuk. (Only she moves, or we'll shoot her.)” he said while nodding his head towards Maci. Maci glances back at me before making her way out of the door. She stopped and looked back at me to see what I was gonna do. Our eyes met and for a second I hoped she would listen. 

I slowly tilted my head to motion her to keep walking, but she stood firm. Worry settled into my skin when the guy on the right began to lift his gun. I tilt my head again for her to keep going. Fuck Maci please for once listen. As soon as he raised his gun Maci turned back around and kept walking. As soon as the light had come it was gone. Silence filled the air before the gut in the middle began to smirk. “Azt mondták, hogy veszélyes vagy, de itt be vannak zárva ezekbe az alagutakba, és Ön is megadja magát. Hogyan érzi magát itt bezáródni velünk? (They said you were dangerous, but here we are locked in these tunnels and you surrendering. How does it feel to be locked in here with us)” he says while reaching for my hair. I slowly begin to smile allowing myself to lose control. “Nem, nem vagyok itt bezárva. Itt vagytok bezárva velem. (No, I am not locked in here with y'all. You are locked in here with me.)” I whisper before meeting his eyes. His smirk began to fall, and before I knew it their blood was covering my hands. 

Wiping my brow I make my way to the door, carefully avoiding the damage I’d caused. With a small push the door swung open, and the light welcomed me once more. Before I could walk further a voice stopped me dead in my tracks. “I see you haven’t changed sweetheart.” he said, making my skin crawl. I turned on my heels to find Brock leaning against the wall down the hallway. “Such a shame you didn’t finish like you wanted to. I mean their hearts are still in their chests.” he chuckled before motioning to the bodies at my feet. “I’m not that person anymore.” I yell, before eyeing the bodies. The Insatiable hunger starting to gnaw at my insides.

 Brock let out a small laugh before meeting my hard stare. “You may be able to lie to yourself, but never to me. I know you better than you know yourself. Hell I created you.” he says his eyes leaving mine to rack over my body. A shiver ran it’s way up my spine, turning my blood cold. He quickly met my gaze before breaking out into a dark smile. “You can run all you want Y/n, but I will get you back. I don’t like what’s mine to be gone for too long.” he whispers before pushing himself off the wall and walking back into the darkness. 

Tags: @buckysthing​, @mccloudchloe​

Coyote Ugly part 3

A/N: soooooo I know I haven’t finished I hope you’re the last, but this was too good of an idea to not write. ;) This was so long overdue!!!! I’m sorry for such the long wait I made the mistake of grabbing a snack and came back and the whole chapter was deleted :( (the pain I felt). However, to make up for the wait I should be posting the other 2-3 within tonight or tomorrow!! As always I do not own the gif.... credit goes to moviewhorexo :)

Warnings: cussing, more ptsd (may be triggering), angst, things start to build!!

Pairings: Plus! Sized reader x Bucky, Steve x Natasha

Imagine: Running a bar was not ideal in your mind. However being able to invoke complete privacy for your clients was. All you had to do was lie about them and yourself, but what happens when your lies come to the surface and fate takes you on a whole new path? What happens when Earths greatest hero’s force that path?

An annoyed groan left my lips as I looked back at her picture. Her bright (y/e/c) eyes that were sparkling from earlier, now appearing dull through the screen. Her hair dull and lifeless, resembling the emotions held in her face. Her face was hollowed and thin, dark circles apparent under her eyes. I couldn’t wrap my head around how this was the same girl. If anything I would have thought they were twin sisters, and one fell into the wrong crowd. Shaking my head I placed the tablet down and pinched the bridge of my nose. the only thought crossing my mind was, who are you? 

The silence was cut short by the slam of the door opening. I didn't need to open my eyes to know it was Tony. “Are you fucking serious?” he yelled. I turned my head towards Steve who was looking right back at me. Great. “Now Tony before you start a fight-” Stave began to try and defuse the tension building, but Tony wasn’t having it. “I said to drop it! How hard could it be to just drop it? But no you went behind my back and invaded someone’s privacy, might I add a someone I love like a sister!” roaring he stepped further into the room. 

“She lied to you at the party.” I replied flatly

“The fuck did you say?”

“She lied to you, hell all of us back there!” I began feeling my own anger rising. “Tony how well do you know her? I mean there isn’t a shred of paper on her, no one has that little of information on them!” I say standing, while subtly crossing my arms over my chest. The metal turning and shifting was the only thing distracting me from losing control. 

Tony stared at us for a second, before shaking his head. “Friday call a team meeting, NOW!” he said eying both Steve and I. “Right away Mr. Stark. Is the living room ok?” the system responded earning a curt ‘that will do’ from Tony. “You want to know more about her? Well first we’re going to discuss serious matters, before we get to that part Barnes.” Tony fumed, before storming out. I took my chances looking at Steve, he looked just as confused as I was. “Did we just start something?” I questioned hoping he would provide me the clarity I was searching for. Steve stood there for a second before looking at me. “All I have to say is she better be worth what Tony is about to do, because Nat will freak if we did this without a good reason Buck.” was all he said before following Tony. Shit. 

The living room was in full chaos by the time Steve and I arrived. Wanda and Vision were arguing with Clint and Thor over what this ‘meeting’ would be about. Loki sat across from Natasha and Bruce who looked focused in their own conversation. Sam sat in his love seat with popcorn. He was smiling like a kid on Christmas. Tony was in the front setting up the screen. I felt out of place, don’t get me wrong I love the team (well most of them). But right now I felt like a fish in a shark tank and I was about to meet a very slow death. Steve strolled over to Natasha, who upon seeing him smiled. “What the hell is going on?” she asked watching Steve for any sort of hint. He looked down at her and smiled. “I guess we’re about to find out soon.” was all he said before joining her on the couch. I took my chances on the wall behind Loki, who seeing me knew this was going to more of a scolding then a meeting. “What did you do now Barnes?” he harsly whispered, with a smug smirk on his face. I just rolled my eyes and stayed on the wall. 

“Well now that we are all here.” Tony began, “I want to bring something to everyone’s attention.” he paused and scanned the room. No one moved an inch, but stared back at him confused as to what this was all about. “Invasion of privacy is a big deal! Now I know I’ve dealt in invading people’s privacy, but I want all of you to know right now. If you are going to try and dig information on anyone without my knowledge. Do not use my resources, I will not permit anything of the sorts. Now why is this relevant Tony? I’ll tell you why. Wanda put your hand down.” he snapped. 

Wanda taken by surprise lowered her hand and waited for him to continue. “Now as you all know I have very few people in my life who are dear to me!  People who are like family, besides all of you. I take it very personal when I let some of you meet someone close to my heart and for you to try and invade their privacy.” he stopped again, eying Steve and I. This caught everyone’s attention, causing me to shift my weight between my feet. “So I have decided to tell all of you about this special person and some general information, and I hope this will end curios minds from continuing their search.” Tony stated before tapping the screen. Her picture appeared replacing the once black screen. Her eyes still as emotionless as they were before. I couldn’t keep my gaze off of her. 

“This is my ‘adoptive’ sister Lea Black. She is 23 years old and owns her own Business, Coyote Ugly. This picture was taken 3 years ago when I first met her. She is my family and frankly I could use some. Here.” he said tapping the screen again. “is her today.” The image was completely opposite from the previous one. Your (y/h/c) shone brightly in the sunlight. Your delicate (y/e/c) eyes were squinted just a bit from your smile. Your eyes alone held so many emotions and life in them, I felt myself getting lost within them. Forcing my gaze from your eyes your smile welcomed me like a warm summer day. It was effortless and raw, truly beautiful. You were standing in the middle of a sunflower field with a bright yellow dress on. You looked content and at peace. 

“Now like I said she does own Coyote Ugly, a few of use have had the pleasure of being clients there, but if I find out that there is anymore invading her privacy there will be hell to pay.” as he finished everyone slowly looked around the suddenly to small of a room. There was a brief silence before Sam’s voice broke through. “So that’s why y’all were in a hurry to get back.” he stated throwing more popcorn into his mouth. “What does he mean by that Steve?” Wanda asked knowing no one was gonna let her in their minds. Steve lowered his hands into his hands, releasing a long sigh. “Well I-” but before he could continue I interrupted him. 

“I was the one who invaded both Lea’s and Tony’s privacy. She said something back at the club and I caught her in a lie. I forced steve to help me and againsts his better judgment he helped because he is my best friend. I am sorry Tony for doing what I did, but I will not apologize for trying to find the truth. There is something more you won’t tell us about her and I’ll be damned if I don’t figure it out.” I said my voice slowly lacing with venom as I spoke. Before anyone could say anything else, I stormed out of the room. Leaving them all in confusion and my head swarming with questions. 

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How could I have been so foolish? I let a dry laugh pass my lips. How did he find me? Why hasn’t he come for me directly, Brock wasn’t a patient man, what’s his game?  Releasing a frustrated groan I stand up, deciding it was best if I left my home for a bit. Maybe going to see Maci would help. I glance at the clock seeing it was only 11 am, I normally would be getting up at this time, but I haven’t slept at all last night.

 I tossed and turned before caving in on the fact I wasn’t going to be getting any sleep. I spent most of the night sitting on my balcony embracing nature’s tranquility; while silently wishing I was as peaceful. The moon shone high above me, almost proudly. And with every pass of the night breeze sent a shiver up my spine causing me to nestle further into my blankets. My mind soon wandered over when I was little and everything was so simple. But simplicity is a luxury only few can afford. Around dawn I made my way inside for some coffee before resuming my silent contempt. Living a life mine, caffeine was the only consistent thing in it, besides Maci and Tony. The sun rose emitting soft orange hues, making the almost pitch black night turn into a shade of vivid lilac and pink. 

At that moment I wished for once time would freeze and let me relish this a few seconds longer, but all good things must come to an end. I finally made my way back inside, and began pacing back and forth once more; leaving a permanent trail in its wake. I don’t remember when I had decided to take a shower, only when did the scalding hot water hit my skin did my overly tense muscles relax. I stayed there for well over an hour trying to escape my reality. But all to soon the familiar worrying and unsettling feelings started creeping back in. 

Forcing me back to reality. I proceeded to get ready in an almost dazed like trance. I hadn’t even realize I was downstairs till I was grabbing my keys. The drive was around 15 minutes, surprisingly short for New York traffic. Maci had been by my side since we were little. She knew everything about my past and still stayed with me. I didn’t knock when I reached her house, using the key she made me I opened the door. I began to shrug myself up the stairs and slowly make my way to her room. 

I noiselessly open her door, her room was barely lit. Her shades were almost drawn closed allowing the only light to enter from their small cracks. I quietly made my way to my side of the bed, before taking off my shoes. Double checking for any one night stand stragglers, before easing under the covers. Minutes passed and the only sound in the room was her soft snores. Slowly I positioned myself to face her, while trying to make sure she didn’t wake up. “Don’t be quiet on my account. I heard you when you opened the front door dumbass.” she said in a airy laugh. I laughed as well party at her response and the other out of relief. I hate silence. “I was trying to be considerate moody Judy. What’s got you so cranky?” I ask genuinely curious. Maci is normally and angel when she wakes up. “I met tequila, and tequila knocked me on my ass.” was all she said before we were taken by a fit of giggles. 

Maci got out the bed with an urgent need to go pee. She left me still silently shaking my head and laughing. She wasn’t gone long as soon enough we were facing each other again. “What’s bothering you gorgeous. Normally you don’t come over here till after lunch. And I can practically hear your thoughts turning around in there.” she said tapping me lighting on the head. I pursed my lips not know where to begin, and eventually giving up while rolling onto my back. I let out a long frustrated groan while my arms covered my face. “I don’t know if that was angry frustrated or sexually frustrated, but I will gladly help with either.” 

Maci said earning a heartfelt laugh from me. Maci was something else, and the complete opposite of me. She was 5′7, thin and toned in all the right places. She had long blonde hair that fell to her low back and sparkling green eyes. She was the equivalent of sex on legs, she slept with anyone and everyone. No matter size, gender, or sexuality. Not only that but she was extremely intelligent and witty, maybe that is why Shield hired her.

“Definitely angry frustrated, but I’ll let you know about the other.” I said jokingly. she said something along the lines of ‘you better’, but I was still too busy laughing. She got out of bed to put her hair up as she waited for me to talk. “Y/n? What’s wrong?” she persisted standing in front of the bed. I sat up running my hands through my hair. “Yesterday there were a couple of kids who snuck into the club. Nothing out of the ordinary until we started to interrogate them. Someone had paid them to sneak into the club. Me being curious as to why kept persisting on the topic.” I said before pausing to release a sigh. I looked down at my hands before meeting her waiting gaze. “Well one of the kids, she said he paid them to come and find out if there was a y/n y/l/n there. I was stunned because only a few people know my real name M. So against my better judgement I asked who sent them. A-an-and she said he was a man who went by the name of Brock.” I finished looking at my best friend. 

Minutes of silence passed between us before Maci spoke again. Her gaze was fixed on the wall behind me.  “Fucking bastard will wish he was dead, before I ever get the chance to find him.” she fumed catching me off guard. “M I don’t know what to do. I can’t stop living my life, and so far there has been no more contact attempts.” I said her stare was hard and cold, before softening when she looked at me. “You know I will have to tell Fury Y/n... I would much rather you be safe than in the hands of that bastard again.” she replied softly while sitting next to me. I let her words sink in for a moment, while trying to come up with some answer. 

“Then tell Fury. I was foolish to think I could out run my past...” I said while the memories clawed their way back into my mind. 

“Come now it’s not that bad see?!” Brock said while bringing the needle too close for comfort. I flinched back only to earn a hard slap on my left cheek. The room he held me in was white, but not the pretty, pure white. No this white was dirty almost yellow, close to turning brown. The lights were bright as if knowing they were going to burn themselves into my memory. I didn’t know what I had done to deserve this. I stopped fighting him a long time ago, so why did he keep treating me this way? His hand came around to my arm, jerking harshly for me to move. When I didn’t move fast enough he dug his nails deeper into my delicate flesh, causing me to bite down on my tongue. Tears brimmed my eyes, while metallic filled my mouth. He led me down hallway after hallway, my tears causing me to trip earning more punches or kicks, whatever Brock felt like doing. When we reached the last hallway there was only one door at the end of it. It was all black and metal by the way the light reflected off of the steel. And as if to make it worse there was a large red x painted in the center of the door, making a shiver dance up my spine. My head was pounding and I began to think this is how I will die. I began to feel betrayed, betrayed by my family for abandoning me the way they did, betrayed by my brain for it won’t cooperate with my body, and lastly betrayed by heart for ever being able to love a man like Brock; and worse of all for still loving him. He released my arm to start unlocking the door, and my body came alive. I had a minute tops to start my escape and if I were to die, well I’ll be damned if I don’t go down with a fight. I turned on my heels and sprinted down the hallway. My blood felt like it was going a billion miles an hour, my ears were ringing, and natural instinct took control. I rounded the first corner and kept going, I heard the footsteps getting closer, but I kept pushing. As I went to round my 3rd corner a hand grasped my hair and flung me back, forcing me to land on my back and head. The air that once fueled my lungs to escape completely vanished and I was left a coughing mess. My head began spinning as all the blood rushed to the injury. Brock came into view and leaned over my body. He swayed his finger in a ‘no’ motion while tutting at me. “Now sweetheart, why’d you go and get yourself hurt like that? I haven’t even shown you my surprise yet and here we are with you hurting yourself again.” he said with a dark smile. I gasped for a few more minutes trying to gain the strength to crush his heart like he did mine over and over again. “I-I-I” I stopped to inhale a breathe, my breathe coming back to me. he leaned forward before grabbing my hair and pulling my face close to his, our lips no more than a hair apart. “What was that?” he asked a scowl forming on his once handsome face. The face I used to trace and love with every fiber of my being. “I-I-I was going to sa-y... I’m not your swee-eetheart no more!” I said before spitting in his face. His eyes clouded with fury I have grown to know all too well. He dropped my face and stood up motioning for whoever that was coming to wait. “We’ll see about that Y/n...” was all he said before I felt the feeling of his foot kicking my face and everything went black. 

It tooks me a while to remember I was at Maci’s and not at that horrific place. My breaths came out uneven and short. “Y/n? I need you to breathe okay? You are having a panic attack, hands over your head. What are your favorite things in the world?” Maci asked kneeling in front of me. Tears blurred my vision, but I refused to cry. “Y-yo-you....” I paused to raise my hands over my head to allow myself better access to breathe. After a few seconds I got a deep breathe allowing me to continue. “To-ony.. m-y job... a-and.” I paused again finally getting my breathing to return back to normal. I slowly lowered my hands and looked at Maci. “And cake.” I said with a small smile. “There ya go. See, you are ok? Now how about we get that cake and a stronger concealer for your dark circles.” she said with a smile. I laughed before pushing her slightly. “Hey!” I laughed getting up and slipping on my shoes. “Well babe I don’t ever hide the truth and the truth right now is we need food in our bellies! And some new makeup!” She said before throwing her hair into a messy bun. I gazed at her for a second, before glancing at her full length mirror. “Ooo God! You’re right, I look like a racoon.” I said laughing followed by a very loud ‘mhm’. 

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Coyote ugly

A/N: soooooo I know I haven’t finished I hope you’re the last, but this was too good of an idea to not write. ;) I do not own the gif.... credit goes to moviewhorexo :)

Warnings: none besides cursing and alcohol.

Imagine: Running a bar was not ideal in your mind. However being able to invoke complete privacy for your clients was. All you had to do was lie about them and yourself, but what happens when your lies come to the surface and fate takes you on a whole new path? What happens when Earths greatest hero’s force that path?

Running a bar was not an ideal job. I used to be a law student running the system. After my parents kicked me out and cut me off at 17, I got ripped into the sugar baby business. It wasn’t like I didn’t work for money. I did the graveyard shift and tried attending college it just wasn’t enough. Life taught me the hard way nothing ever comes for free. So here I am sitting in my office of the most prestigious bar in all of New York. Coyote Ugly, naming it after that one movie, thinking it was clever.

Sighing I got up. The only reason I was here is because of the past. Changing my identity wasn’t fun in the slightest. Rubbing the past few days stress out of my neck, I headed towards the door. Sparing a glance at the clock reading back in bright red letters 8. “Time to focus on the clients.” I mumble pulling the door open and stepping onto the balcony. The familiar scent of alcohol and cinnamon swarming my senses. A small smile creeps onto my face at the welcoming scent. Slowly Descending down the stairs I catch a glimpse of red hair scurrying off towards the lounge. “ Rebecca!” I yell knowing full and well she went off to see Jace. Waiting for her at the end of the stairs absentmindedly double checking the common area. The scent of strawberries steers my attention to the red head. “Yes boss?” She asks slowly shifting her weight between her feet. “Just reminding you to sleep with your boyfriend on your own time okay? Or at least give me a heads up and I’ll get y’all a room.” I laugh out causing her to chuckle as well. “Will do Lea, thanks for the offer.” She says smiling before heading off back to Jace. Smiling as she disappears behind the block doors.

“Yo Lea the staffs waiting!” A voice bellows into the empty room. Without looking I know exactly who it is. “Thanks Alec.” I say over my shoulder giving the room one more glance over. Checking that everything had a place before meeting him behind the bar. 25 employees gazes fall on me as I enter the room.

“Well guys I hope y’all are all rested because tonight will be long. You 5 on bar tending go!” I yell randomly pointing to the staff. The 5 of them walking out of the room with mumbled ‘yes ma’am’s’. When the last one closed the door I returned my gaze to the group. “You 10 room duties go!” I howl pointing to the group in the back. Quickly they head up to the hotel section of the bar. “You know you could just say their names.” Alec laughs before nudging my side. A slow smile crawls on my face before looking to the group.

“You know I do know all of their names. I just don’t like saying 25 names when grouping them up.” I state. “You 8 on wait staff. Chop chop!” I announce followed by a few sighs. “Jess and Alex on receptionists.” I add before smiling.

“I don’t know why you called us in here Alec. We always do reception, because we’ve been here since this place started.” Jess says a small smile tugging at her lips. “Same reason as me to watch the newbies fret.” He responds while following the 2 girls out of the room.

Satisfied I head towards the kitchens knowing I have more employees then the 25 I just assigned. Stepping in the room goes quiet. “The 5 in the freezer head upstairs to help with the hotel staff. You 5 in the pantry head to the unoccupied bar. You 2 under the table are on waitressing while the other 8 are on clean up. Let’s move it people we open in 5!” I holler watching as some of my oldest employees laugh at their stunt. “Yeah yeah laugh it up before I make up shut it up.” I snap causing them to flea like rats. Clasping my hands I turn towards the door and head back to the floor, grabbing the nearest mic. “Listen my lovely people. You know the rules 1. No asking, 2. No judging, 3. Confidentiality is key, 4. Manners, 5. Do not talk to them unless you must or they start the conversation, finally earn your pay and have fun. This will be a 10 hour shift. When things have slowed then you may take breaks longer then 5 minutes. Lastly I love you my lovelies.” I tell earning hollers from all my employees. Putting the mic back where I had it I signal the bouncers. It’s show time.

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It was now 11:30 and the place is in full swing. Clients all over the world enter for a break from reality. Which I am more then happy to supply. “Boss the phone!” Mason whispers before handing me the device. Quickly making my way upstairs into my office only stopping when I press the door closed with my back. “Ms. Black speaking. May I have your 4 digit code?” I ask earning a gruff 3397 back. Walking to the laptop and entering the digits pulling up the file. “Mr. Stark what can I help you with?” I ask trying to keep the smugness out of my voice. “Drop the formalities Lea.” Tony answers with a chuckle causing mine to escape me. “How long has it been since you’ve came by, let alone call!” Snapping the last part at him. A long sigh comes over the phone. “Been pretty busy kiddo.” He states before going quiet. “Well a call from you would have been nice.” I saw softer then before. “Yes I know... Pepper has been on my ass about checking in on you.” He laughs followed by a short sigh.

“Yeah she calls more then you.”

“That’s not fair.”

“All I’m saying is maybe try better to keep up with your family is all.” I say sitting further back into my chair propping my feet on the deep mahogany wood. “Well I’ve got a surprise.” He states catching my attention. I hum a yeah before he continues. “Yep I’m swinging by in a few and I have new clients with me.” He mumbles before yelling at the guy to pull over. “Well then see you in a few.” I answer before hanging up. Dropping my feet I stand stretching my tired limbs. After a few satisfying pops I make my way to the door. A knock letting me know that I am needed. Opening the door I see Alec and Bryce standing on each side of the door. “Your favorite person just walked in with 3 guys behind him.” He informs me. “Then let’s not keep them waiting then huh?” I ask looking between the 2. The smile on my lips spreading so wide my cheeks began to hurt when spotting the familiar set of brown hair. Sprinting towards Tony never minding the lingering stares.

Holding out his arms I jump in them enjoying the squeeze I felt around my thick middle. My feet leaving the floor as he picks me up and swinging me a little. “Surprise kiddo.” He says while placing me down on solid ground. Smiling I punch his arm causing him to yell an ow. “That’s for taking so damn long to come see me.” I answer before turning my attention to the whole group. “Welcome fellas to my bar and hotel. How about y’all follow me to the private area over here.” I say before turning around and making my way to the empty corner booth. The 6 men following close behind as we approach it. Gesturing for the guests to enter before sitting down myself. Alec and Bryce standing up at the corners to keep people away. “So how much has dumbass over there told y’all?” I ask pointing my thumb at Tony. Earning a hey from him. “Not much if I’m being honest, but nice place you have here miss.” The blonde one spoke.

“Please call my Lea. Any friends of Tony’s are friends of mine.” I say while analyzing the other 2. “Anyhow business must be done before y’all can enjoy my facility.” I disclose before calling Alec over with 3 new contracts and pens for them. “Thank you.” I say smiling at him before he turns and heads back the his spot. “So..” I start while handing the pens and contracts around towards the men. “What is in front of you is a contract disclosing all the envents that take place here and your confidentiality. If you look at the front page it will give you the run down on the rules. If you flip to the second you’ll find the contract stating that by coming here you agree to go by a false name while promising to keep the identities of the other members in here secret as well. Sign right there with the red post it please.” I tell waiting for them to sign before continuing.

“Next you will see on the next page another contract stating for safety measures that you will undergo alcohol testing if deemed needed before leaving this facility. If I or my staff feel the need to treat you for any alcohol poisoning then you will stay upstairs for as long as my medical staff seem fit before being able to leave. Now please sign where the yellow post it is.” I add while again waiting for them all to sign.

“Now lastly if you flip towards the back you will find the final contract stating that by signing the first 2 you accept full responsibility for any damage and medical cost if my team can not treat you. You will also not be able to hold my facility liable for any injuries that occur here. Then after all that down further it states that for safety precaution that you keep my identity secret and that of my staffs. Now when y’all are ready sign by the green post it and look at the final page. There you will find sutible names you may choose from to go by while under this roof. You will also notice a 4 digit code beside the name you have chosen. Then at the very bottom if you will sign with your full legal name and the date in print.” I say while watching the men ponder over the names.

When they all finished I collected the contracts and pens before reviewing them. After reviewing, calling over Alec to take the contracts and place them in the system. “Thank you for your cooperation Mr. Sam Wilson, Mr. Steve Rodgers, and Mr. James Barnes.” I whisper earning a snort. Raising my eyebrow I drop my gaze to Sam. “Mr. James Barnes.” He laughs causing Steve to elbow him in the ribs. “Is there an issue?” I ask while staring puzzled at the 2. “Uhh if you could just call me Bucky instead of James.” a man with piercing blue eyes and long brown hair states. For a second our eyes lock and I couldn’t help but look away. Letting out a slight cough I look back up. “My apologies.” I say before glancing at Tony. “So lady why the contract and secrecy?” Sam asks narrowing his eyes at me as if to see through me.

Pulling a smirk on my face while holding my hands out in front of me. “Well for 1 most of the people you see here will be top of the food chain elete people. Second most of them come here for a sense of normality. A place where status doesn’t matter and they are treated the exact same. While being able to indulge in absolute privacy from cameras. Most of the events that go down here would end up ruining most of their careers. That is why I have the contract. Trust me you don’t want to be the one who breaks confidentiality. It will not end up good for any of the people involved.” I inform the group while holding back a victorious smile.

“Now can we go drink already?!” Tony states before moving to get up. Following suit I lead the men to the bar informing Mel they all drink free tonight. “Well it was a pleasure meeting you all, but I must leave y’all here. Please enjoy yourself and if you need anything don’t hesitate to ask for me.” I say before making my way across the room to Blaine. “How’s the hotel?” I ask wondering if anyone was up there. “So far 7 rooms have been booked for all night and 3 until 2.” He informs me while shaking his head. “What?” I ask wondering what he was saying. “None boss just you seem to have an admirer over there.” He states while pointing to where I just left. Following his finger my eyes meet the ones of Bucky. A shiver runs up my spine as I can’t will myself to look away. After a few awkward minutes of staring I regretfully turn my gaze back to Blaine. “Keep up the good work.” Was all I could say before heading back to my office. Peering one more time behind me to see a set of cerulean blues follow me.

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“Come on Buck enjoy yourself.” Steve says handing me a drink. From the smell I assume it was whiskey. “Tony what’s her story?” I ask ignoring my best friend. “Whose? Lea’s?” He asks letting out a small laugh. I just nod my head waiting for him to tell us. “Oh you’re serious. Well that I can not tell Barnes.” He says before taking a swig of his beer.

“Why not?” I push.

“Not my place?”

“What do you mean not your place? She practically jumped in your arms?”

“Look it’s none of your business!” He roars stepping closer. Puffing my chest I step closer.

“Woah Buck.” Steve says stepping in between Tony and I. If looks could kill Tony would be non existent at this point. Sighing Tony sets his beer down. “I have known her for quite a long time. There are things about her I don’t even know. All I know is to stay out of her hair.” He says bringing the beer back up to his lips. Grabbing the forgotten drink Steve gave me I turn my gaze to the balcony. What is it about her?

“Guys look that’s Matt Damon!” Sam practically squeals like a school girl. “Seriously?” Tony asks looking at Sam like he’s crazy. “What?”

“We just went over the contracts.”

“And?”

“I would like to stay here longer then 15 minutes.”

“But it’s Matt Damon..”

“Sam!”

“Fine I won’t bother him.” He says deflating into his stool.

Sitting forward I down my drink. “You ok?” Steve pries. Nodding my head I order another drink, knowing all to well I’ll need it to get her out of my head.

The Stucky brainrot is consuming me… I’m learning to draw him

The ones below are kinda off, there’s just something weird about them

Commander of his heart ~ James Barnes x Reader romantic one shot

Words: 1400

A/N: It’s just some fluffy/romantic story for my lovely Pandas & their challenge! @thepaperpanda

Summary: Action takes place before events from World War II. Bucky & Reader have a romantic dinner, but what happens later make Reader happy like never before.

You put on red dress to your knees and black high hills. You make your hair into a braid and check yourself in a mirror for one last time. Smokey eyes, red lips, contoured eyebrows. You can admit you look sexy. You also hope HE’S GONNA LIKE IT.

You are ready for your date with the most incredible and interesting man you know. James Barnes.

You arrive on the place before the time. You are a perfectionist and you are always on the time.

You have a long black coat on you, it’s a chilly evening on Brooklyn.

When you hear footsteps nearby, your muscles tense.

It only deepens when a pair of familiar hands is placed on your shoulders.

“Excuse me, ma'am, you got lost?” Strong voice whispers straight into your ear.

You feel a shiver running down your spine, and you smile in the darkness of the street.

“Maybe. Do you want to help me find a proper way?” You reach your hand back to stroke his nape.

You hear him purring deeply.

“Your ask is my command, ma'am,” he giggles softly turning you around to face him.

And you melt within a second only by looking him in the eyes.

James is ao handsome and you literally can’t take your eyes of him.

He has short dark hair, but they look so fluffy.

His eyes are in the color of a stormy ocean.

And that smile on his lips…

You feel little weakness in your knees, fortunately he offers you his arm.

“Shall we, doll?” His voice is so deep and you can’t resist, you nod.

“With a pleasure, handsome.”

He takes you to a cosy restaurant.

You’ve been there few times before, and you’re glad he picked this place.

He’s a real gentleman.

First, he takes your coat and his own jacket, he carries them to the cloakroom.

Subsequently, James moves chair backwards for you a bit and push it gently forward shortly after.

He takes a seat in front of you, on the opposite side of the table, that mischievous smile is still present on his lips.

After the waiter took your orders, you smirk at Barnes.

“You look fabulous,” James says, and you know he’s telling the truth.

You blush.

“Thank you, Buck…” In this moment your voice is as soft and quiet as a warm summer breeze.

The waiter brings a bottle of the most expensive champagne.

Bucky waves his hand briefly to give man a signal to go away, so waiter nod and disappears between other guests.

“I’m happy you agreed to meet with me,” he’s still smiling and with every second your heart is melting faster.

You’re playing with lock of your hair playfully.

“How could I say ‘no’, huh?” You wink at him.

Bucky laughs audibly sipping on his champagne. He reaches for your hand above the table and you both tangle fingers together.

Your heart’s skipping a beat strongly in your chest.

“I’ve never met someone like you before, Y/N,” Bucky’s eyes are glistening in the light of lamps hanging under the ceiling. “You’re the best. Smart and beautiful, and yet so shy,” brunette lowers his tone, “it turnes me on.”

He teases the bottom of your hand and you can’t help but chuckle softly.

“Oh, Bucky!” You raise your glass. “To us.”

“To us,” he repeats, then sips his alcohol to the bottom.

The dinner goes amazing.

You both are happy by spending time with each other. You talk and laugh, enjoying meals.

When the orchestra starts playing the waltz, Bucky gets up and asks you to dance.

He has his strong arms wrapped around your waist while one of your hands is placed on his shoulder, and other on the chest.

You nuzzle you cheek to his neck.

“It feels amazing, Bucky,” you whisper. “Thank you for all of this.”

You hear him breathing out loudly.

“No need to thank me. It’s you who made my evening the most wonderful ever.”

Barnes is rocking with you in his muscular arms to the rhythm of the music.

You can give everything to make this moment never end.

You close your eyes and inhale his scent.

He smells splendidly. It’s a mix of nice perfumes, sipped alcohol, cigarettes and something more, which you can’t name, but somewhere in the back of your head this smell is associated with freedom and sense of security.

You both are like that for few next minutes, until the song is over.

Then he leads you back to your table. You end dinner and another bottle of champagne.

“It’s getting late, my dear,” you say with sadness. “I have to go back home. I start work earlier tomorrow, besides I bet you also want to rest a bit before next day on duty, don’t you, soldier?” You slip hand under your chin to rest it on your palm.

Bucky gives a small nod.

“You’re absolutely right, doll. Let’s go.”

You both get outside.

The night is cold, little cloudlets of vapor are exhaled with every word you speak.

“You live close enough so we can take a walk there,” Bucky suggests and you eagerly agree.

He offers you his arm and you take it.

He chooses the walk by the promenade at the Hudson river. You both are walking slowly holding hands.

“I’m so glad we’re together, Bucky,” you say openly when you stop for a while to look at the river illuminated with city lights. “You know, I’ve never had a real relationship. My friends were warning me of you. But I didn’t listen.”

He wraps arm around your waist and pulls you closer to him.

“I’m glad, too. My girl is the most adorable doll in the whole world,” he leans down to you and crushes his lips on yours. He tastes wonderful. You give kiss back.

Bucky looks you deep in the eyes.

“You came down on me like summer rain, wearing nothing but your love Y/N. The shivers I get when you call my name, can’t explain this, Y/N.”

You feel like tears are forming in the corners of your eyes, and one of the run down your rosy cheek. James wipes it with thumb.

Oh, you are so in love with this guy!

“I want to see every sunrise in your eyes, Y/N. I want to see every sunset on your smooth skin,” Bucky caresses your cheeks gently, then he places next lovingly kiss on your lips.

You wrap arms around his neck pulling him deeper into the kiss.

“You’ve changed my life, Buck.”

He smirks and laughs subtly.

Suddenly he takes two steps backwards.

“Bucky?” You ask confused.

The familiar smile is still present on his lips when he reaches to the internal pocket of his jacket. He pulls a little square box, and it’s when your heart stops.

Since that moment you feel like you’d be watching the movie in slow motion.

“BUCKY,” you cover your mouth seeing how man slowly kneels down on one knee.

He opens the box and you can see a beautiful ring with a crystal in your favorite color, namely red.

“We’ve been through a lot for last year, Y/N. You mean a world to me. I want to have you by my side forever. Beside, every soldier needs a commander of heart. Will you grant me this honor and will you marry me, Y/N?”

You feel how your knees get weak, but you manage to keep yourself in a place.

“Bucky… Of course! Of course, my love!”

You give him your hand and he places the ring on your finger. You pull hand to your face to look at it.

“Oh God.. Bucky.. The ring is resplendent! You shouldn’t have…”

He doesn’t let you end your sentence giving you a long passionate kiss.

You purred into it happily.

Bucky accompanies you to your flat to make sure you are safe.

You stand in front of your doors, and you find a courage in yourself. Well. Bucky is now your fiancé, so why not?!

“Will you stay the nigh” You bite your lower lip looking shyly at him, but when you notice sparks in his blue eyes, you’re sure you made a good decision.

“With a pleasure, Y/N,” he responds.

You both get to your flat. You lock the door.

You good know it’s gonna be the best night of your life.

guys i made a meme and also i need context behind this image

Falling thru the flower field..

(Inspired by that one scene from Falcon and winter soldier)

Sam: don't flirt with my sister

Bucky:

Bucky: ok i will flirt with you then

The Winter Soldier

@bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky I had to try👀

Pairing: Soft! Bucky × fem reader! Pregnant

Summary: it's been a good three months since you broke up with your asshole of a boyfriend. Almost 4 months pregnant and working from home leaves you little time to indulge in your cravings but when you smell a divine smell from the next door new neighbour whom you haven't even seen yet, you can't help but go ask for some. Who can stop a pregnant woman from eating what she wants?!

If this isn't hell, what is?! This smell has been taunting you for over a good 30 minutes and you're loosing your mind! Maybe you can go and ask for some. You can't just barge in for food like that! But you can't leave it alone either. So ofcourse, like a good lil' pregnant woman you had to go and bother the nice neighbours. How do I know which neighbours? Well, what do you think I've been doing for the past 30 minutes?! Snooping, of course.

Two knocks and a little bang later, Bucky sighs and finally leaves his cooking to go see who's at the door. He would've never expected a gorgeous but panicked and pregnant young woman standing there with a plate. The moment he opened his door, in proper american terms, you literally went off your rocker.

"Ummh, I was just going to knock once but then you didn't come so I knocked again and then I got anxious, cause like I have bad anxiety, like bad bad anxiety and so I just kicked the door once, sorry about the kick though. I just wa-"

"Hey, hey. It's okay, just breathe. You're okay, alright?"

You nod slowly with a sigh of relief and then smile sheepishly.

"Sorry about that. Uhmm, I just smelled something really good and I had to come ask for some of it! What is it that you're making?"

Bucky laughs softly. Hearing you talk like that about nice and mudane things, oh, he's missed this normal interaction. Ever since he's shifted, he has been couped up in his own apartment for over a week now, and then all of a sudden, this adorable babe comes asking for a helping of his latkes and the world feels warm again.

"Of course, I'll get you some. You wanna come in and see?"

You nod in excitment. Oh! He's very nice, way nicer than your shit piece of a boyfriend. You trod after him slowly, looking around only to find a simple apartment with not much of a personal touch. Frowning a little, you keep pace with your neighbour.

"I'm making latkes actually, they're simply put, potato pancakes, like fritters. C'mon, I can give you some for yourselves and your husband."

Bucky hums softly putting the latkes on your plate but when he looks up he sees you fidgeting and staring at the wall behind his head.

"Hey, you okay? Did I say something wrong?"

You swallow thickly to avoid crying. Pregnancy hormones suck! Clearing your throat you mention.

"I don't have any husband. I threw my last boyfriend's clothes in the building trashcan three months ago.", finishing with your clarification, you smile a wide one.

Bucky tries to hide his surprise at her revelations, you certainly sounds happy to have thrown the clothes in trashcan, he won't ruin it for you by asking useless questions.

He smiles back at you and says softly, "My bad. Then I gues it's more for you and the little one, eh?"

It was a fun evening for you. Eating a full plate of latkes and watching shows. A good end to the weekend you'd even say. But this morning has been annoying as fuck. Having a deadline to meet is already work enough, but now you've to do your laundry too because of course, you forgot to do it this weekend!

You huff and kick the dryer in irritation. Just bloody speed up, you little tin can!

"Are you planning to break it, doll?"

You gasp and turn around quickly. Your new neighbour looks good in almost everything. And right now he's looking very good in a black shirt and blue jeans. As you both stare at each other, for some reason you both start laughing.

"I'm Bucky by the way, you were more focused on the latkes yesterday, we didn't get to sharing names at all."

You flush at that but you know he's right. So, you chuckle and offer your name.

"That's a lovely name, doll. You look like you almost done with all that. What me to carry them up the stairs for you?"

"No, it's okay. I'll..", looking at the laundry basket you sigh, "...do it myself."

Bucky has never seen someone so adorable. The way she's so full of expressions and life, it's beautiful. He smiles softly, something he's been doing a lot since yesterday evening, and offers again.

"Hey, I live next door. It's no bother at all, unless you don't wanna walk with me?", he teases lightly.

You smile but give in easily.

It's been a good 3 weeks since you've known Bucky and you two are almost always spending your free time together. He cooks for you often saying he likes to cook anyway. You both have been have become really good friends and you live every second of it.

Her name's Kristen. Her eyes remind you of your mother so much that the name seems too fitting. Bucky's been a great help. You've come to trust him so much so that for the past two month since Kristen's birth he's even been sleeping on your couch often to help with the baby. You two are friends, but the amount of trust, feelings and care you both have for each other seems more than platonic. You've seen Bucky look at you and Kristen like you both are his whole world and frankly he's a big part of yours too.

"She's sleeping?"

"Yes, just put her to bed. How are you?"

"I'm alright, doll. Are you tired?", when you shake your head he continues, "here, I though I'd bring dinner. It's been long since you had latkes, don't you think?", he smiles lazily.

You chuckle and nod excitedly.

"How's the article coming along, doll? Made any progress?"

"Wish I did. I just need to uncoil you know? I've just been too tense for last few weeks." , and really horny but I can't say that to you just like that, can I?

Bucky looks at you intensely and hums audibly. You stare back, effortlessly and he looks away while walking to the kitchen counter with a small secretive smile. These staring matches have been getting frequent since the last month, sharing the apartment at frequent intervals has changed something between you two and given the stares, you both know it too.

Taking out the plates you put them on the table, all the while Bucky's watching you intensely and you know it. He comes towards you, still staring, but ends up taking out the sauce from the refrigerator beside you.

You are about to open the container to serve the latkes when suddenly his hand brushes yours as he puts the bottle of sauce beside the plates.

You freeze, breathing in sharply. Bucky's still watching you carefully, although the little smirk tells he did that on purpose; but you already know that, don't you?

"What are you trying, Bucky?"

"What, doll? Something the matter?", he smirk grows as he plays pretend.

Weeks of tension and suppressed sexual desire make you throw out caution right out of the bloody window. You pull him by his hair and kiss him roughly, all the while Bucky's participating eagerly.

Without wasting anytime, you both undress each other rapidly as he guides you to the couch, still kissing you deeply. Long minutes of hot passion, moaning, withering and grinding later, you pant harshly and mention "Condom?"

As Bucky extends his hand to bring his pants near, you bite his left cheek softly, "You had this planned you bastard, didn't you?"

He laughs roughly taking out the condom, "I've had enough of the staring, doll. Had to nudge you a little, love."

You both laugh softly as he rolls the condom over. Moaning into his skin as he enters you think, maybe you've finally reached you're happy ending, before loosing your mind to the inescapable passion again.

I would love a very pregnant reader (single, shit ex is out of picture for good) to smell something SO amazing her neighbor is making, her hormones cant hold her back she HAS to know what hes making. She waddles over with a little plate and shyly knocks on his door to ask for a little taste. Bucky thinks shes the most adorable thing hes ever seen as she waddles back to her place, content with his generous portion. It starts off as sweet and platonic and develops into a loving relationship where they also have their own babies together as well

Hi there!

Such a cute premise but I don’t write about pregnancy- sorry!

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Carrion Daybreak C1 - Bucky x OC - Avengers Series - Of Glory, Honor, and the Path to Redemption

Summary: No longer fugitives, the Avengers are broken.

Bucky is lost; struggling with his identity and past as he tries to right his perceived wrongs. Tony is cold; his soul withered and mind ravaged by visions of terror. Political warfare breaks out, unmasking shadow organizations, spies, and corrupt officials. Enemies stir on the horizon.

As the last remaining wolves of HYDRA are hunted down, two Gods return, scarred and worn. They bring ominous news of war and Titans.

The World Eater is coming.

Series masterlist (link)

WARNINGS: This chap isn’t too bad but there is a small depiction of Bucky/Winter Soldier ID crisis. A good amount of tension between the team. And a panic attack in both Bucky and Tony. 

This is eventually a Bucky x OC story.

Carrion Daybreak

- Avengers Global Compound (AGC), Upstate New York, Midgard. 7:53AM. February 5th, 2018. -

It was with trepidation that former-Sargent James Buchanan Barnes stepped out of the sleek Wakandan jet. He was the last to emerge, hiding behind his childhood friend and the rest of the fugitive heroes. This place is foreign to him, more so than the arid heat and sprawling jungles of Wakanda. It sets him on edge, certain his fate would not be so kind as King T'Challa's heart.

"Welcome back," a wry figure, with offensively orange glasses and mishappen hair, greeted. He stood casually, hands in pockets, dressed in worn jeans and a faded black shirt. Beside him stood a young woman, dressed equally casual, cloaked in an oversized sweatshirt and jeans. James glimpsed caramel skin briefly before she turned away.

Anthony Edward Stark, supplied the darkness in his mind. Unknown female. Assessment pending.

"Tony," Steve greeted, smiling warmly at the man. "Miss Gene." The Captain reached out to shake hands but was quickly rebuffed as Tony turned, angling himself towards the landing strip. Steve frowned and hesitantly let his hand drop.

Iron Man. Genius. Unpredictable. High level threat. Caution advised.

Female identified. Gene. Assessment pending.

"And how is everyone on this glorious American morning? Feeling chipper? Need some coffee? We have a long day ahead of us, kids."

To his left, the Widow and the Witch shared unpleasant commentary, a comradery in their nasty thoughts. Even the Hawk seemed unenthused with the man, although it reaped no surprise if their opinions were an indicator. Clint raked a hand through his hair, breathing deeply.

Steve had recovered from the slight, returning to his usual sunny disposition. "It's really great to be home again," he offered, trying to gain Tony's attention.

Tony hummed, lips pursed. "Shall we enter, then?" he swept a tan arm toward the lobby, "Lots has changed. You'll need a tour."

Steve bowed his head, "Lead the way."

James quietly followed after the others, mapping the grounds and itemizing escape routes. Widow and Witch continued to chuckle, sharing barbs and memories, with cruel delight that showed just how happy they were to be home.

It seemed Scott and Sam were more at ease. Of course, he thought, they were never a part of the Avengers until recruited after SHIELD fell. Which happened in part, if not entirety, because of James.

As they walked, the group converged across the grounds, a strange tension crackling in the air. Relief was palpable, an ode to the year long estrangement from the only home most of them had ever known. It mixed with bitter resentment, like inky black oil and stagnant, cloudy water.

For James it was strange. Strange like a deep summer haze, yet he was ice cold.

New York had once been his stomping ground. In a prior life he had run rampant across the boroughs, fighting ragtag groups of kids and listening to musicals in the backalleys of Manhattan. But that life had faded from his mind and he only knew of it because Steve had told him so.

So nostalgia evaded him, replaced by caution and fear, and jittering nerves. No longer an American soul, he felt alone, deserted in his mind with only the Soldier's ominous presence to keep him company.

"You're going to need your room cards and a security check." Tony began, pushing the door to the lobby open. He strutted through like he owned the place, which James supposed was true, whilst Gene held the door open for them. "Your biometrics will be uploaded into the database and FRIDAY will map out the compound on the Starkpads you'll get soon."

James listened as he gauged the five story building before he slipped inside. He calculated the height of the top story and the damage he would take should he need to jump.

One sprained ankle. One fractured shin. Weak spot: left knee. Time to recovery: 4 hours.

"After that's been done, you can settle in. You each have your own rooms in the East Wing, which is where Vision and Gene are. In those rooms you'll find a self contained kitchenette, wash room, and your copies of the Accords. Read them or don't, but I advise you do." Tony gestured towards a guard manned desk, seemingly unaware of the sudden change in topic, not to mention tone, of his spiel.

Wanda bristled, but whether it was at his comanding voice, mention of the Accords, or having a security check, James was uncertain. If he had to hazard a guess, he would choose the latter. The Soldier disagreed, citing them all as Wanda's immaturity took little to ire.

"Security check? This is our home, Stark. Why do I need a security check? Is it not enough that I have signed the Accords?"

Tony sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, but didn't speak as a very tall, very broad black man stepped from around the desk, smiling warmly at them. "If you would place any electronics, firearms, metal objects, weapons, or combination thereof into the tray and then please step through, you will be permitted entry."

Without argument, Steve did as asked, dropping his sole duffle bag into the tray and moving through the scanner. "It's okay, Wanda," he placated, "It's just standard procedure. Right, Tony?"

"Yeup," came the clipped reply, "Everyone has to be screened once. Not singling you out, Maximoff."

Despite looking like she wanted to argue, Wanda held her tongue and lined up behind Natasha who gave the younger woman an encouraging squeeze. One by one they stepped through, with Lang having to redo it three times because of his belt buckle, iPod, and necklace ("Sorry, sorry. TSA always gives me hell.") before it was his turn.

The Soldier frowned, muttering in Russian, but James simply followed suit and placed his bag in the tray before stepping through.

A horrid beeping filled his ears, making him jump like a startled cat. Tony would have laughed if he thought it wouldn't end badly. Wide eyed, James stepped backwards, uncertain why the scanner beeped.

"Sir, do you have an concealed weapons or cellular devices on you?"

His disused voice sounded even worse to his own ears than everyone else, but he shook his head and said 'no' regardless.

Figuring it may be his boots, he untied them and took them off, feeling unrelenting eyes boring into him. It made him nervous and put the Soldier on edge, fighting him for control. When the scanner beeped yet again, James was ready to just strip naked and see if that worked, because damn if his hands weren't sweaty.

The others were talking amongst themselves, some of it centered on their return but he could clearly hear Steve's worried whispers and Widow's questioning hums.

"It's his arm."

A new voice broke the forray effortlessly despite being quiet. And though quiet, this woman, this Gene, captured the attention of the group.

"His arm? But.. Bucky doesn't.." Steve trailed off confused, shooting James a questioning glance. He shook his head.

"His arm is gone but the port isn't. It's probably made of a heavy metal."

James cast a scrutinizing look to her but again, her face was mostly obscured by the ratty hood, her height making it easier to conceal her form.

Tony nodded suddenly, "Actually, yeah. Just wave him through, Jay, don't worry about it." The man said, flapping a hand carelessly.

A small dawn of comprehension crept across both James' and Steve's faces. Crossing through the scanner with no more trouble, the group set off down a brightly light corridor.

"This looks different," Natasha remarked, finally acknowledging Tony's existence. James stayed to the back still, cautiously treading, kneading at his shoulder port as it began to ache. The stress of the trip alone had him wound up and feeling like a hairspring would trigger him- if he were a desert eagle with a bullet in the barrel.

"Mhmm mhm, like I said. Lots changed. Anyway, here-" Tony stopped, indicating with an impassive face. Behind him a positively ginormous window bay took up a good fifty feet of the wall. "-is the employee rec centre. You're all free to use it but there is another one in the Centre Block, and a third in the East Wing. It's mostly intel and tech staff who use this area but their Donburi restaurant is to die for, so if you don't feel like cooking just grab one. It's all paid for."

Unimpressed gazes scrutinized the large hall but no one said anything. Only a few employees inhabited the area, eating in small clusters.

Without a word, Tony moved on, quickly showing them the public Med Bay, library, tech control room, and general area gym before they hit a security block. So far they hadn't seen anyone and it was almost eerie. But James didn't know what to expect. Should it be bustling with life? Or was the compound vacant, waiting for the original team to reconvene? Everything was so foreign and abstract, his head began to pound.

"Aight, listen up." Tony turned to face them fully for the first time, although he didn't remove his glasses and the almost inconvenienced expression never wavered. "This here is a Deadlock Passage. You need clearance 5 or above to pass through, and the further you go the higher the clearance. You are all level 7. All you need to do is present your keycard," he held up a thin white card that closely resembled a credit card, "And hold it up to the scanner. If for some reason the scanner isn't working just slide it in the reader. Capiche? Great."

"I don't remember that being here," Natasha quietly remarked, smiling softly at Tony. Immediately the Soldier scoffed, and James nearly did, too. The Widow was always looking for something. Always has an agenda.

Tony didn't even twitch. "I know, right."

The door slid open with a hiss, revealing a starkly different interior. Replacing the beige and white walls and harsh slate concrete floors was an intimidating deep blue. The linoleum flooring looked so inky it could have been a galaxy, and for a moment, they were mesmerized. Soft gray walls branched off in four different directions, and a glistening row of elevators lined up before them.

"You are now in the Centre Block," Tony intoned. James suspected the man didn't want to be here. In fact, he had probably been roped into doing it by the newly founded World Defense Council (WDC). And to be fair, James thought with a cold flash in his stomach, why would he? Steve and himself had bludgeoned the man little more than a year ago. "From this lobby you can reach the East, West, and North Wings by following their respective corridors. There are signs. This bank of elevators will take you to the basement levels or to the upper floors, which you will be shown later."

"Christ," Clint muttered. "Do you even want to be here."

"No," Tony deadpanned. "Do you?"

Clint spluttered for a moment, growing redder and redder, but Tony never gave him a chance to lash out, swiftly leading them away. Soon, after trekking down varying corridors- "He's trying to confused us," the Soldier murmured - they arrived in a truly quiet portion of the compound. Squashed into a small alcove, the disjointed group were faced with a heavily fortified black doorway.

"This is the entrance to the East Wing. There are two more entrances, one from the Upper East Wing and one from the North Wing. They are all the same. There is no clearance requirement as only select individuals may enter. That is you all, Vision, Gene, James Rhodes, and myself. You merely swipe your card and that's it. FRIDAY, my AI, can also grant access to the Wing should the situation require it. Say hello, FRIDAY."

James jumped violently, to his retrospective horror, as a disembodied voice filled the room. It seemed to come from every direction, even leeching from the walls. His first instinct was to plaster himself against the wall in a crouched fighting position, but thankfully he managed to remain standing, even if his sudden startle had frightened Steve.

"Hello. I am FRIDAY. I am here if you need anything," came a lilting Irish voice.

Gene snorted quietly, muttering to Tony, "Bit snippy today."

Gene. Accent. Unknown origins. Close affiliation with Anthony Edward Stark. Caution advised. Assessment pending.

"I missed her voice," Steve said, although it came out as more of an awkward offer. Tony remained expressionless, didn't even say a word.

"Anyway, this is also a Deadlock Passage, but it is reinforced. Unless a nuke hits the doorway head-on, no one who shouldn't will get through. So, here are your cards," he nearly threw the stack of them all tangled in lanyards at Steve, "And get settled. FRIDAY will direct you to your individual rooms. A charged Starkpad, the Accords, and anything else you'll need will be there. Okay. Great."

And abruptly, startlingly, Tony simply slid between them all and charged off, disappearing around a corner seconds later. An awkward, pregnant silence filled the air, before Steve came to and cleared his throat.

"Uh, okay, let's see.." Steve fiddled with the lanyards, slowly pulling them apart.

"FUCK," Clint burst, tense and red, and all sorts of angry. Beyond the pounding of James' heart, the snarling of the Soldier, and his rapidly approaching anxiety attack, James could easily read the exhausted frustration on the archers face. "He's such a fucking asshole. Could barely stand to be in the room with us. It's like he knows he's a scumbag!"

There were murmured agreements, all from Widow, Witch, and the Falcon. Natasha tenderly wrapped an arm around the man's shoulder, murmuring words of comfort. "Stark isn't like us, but he'll come around. We're home now, aren't we?"

"Maybe you are," Clint trembled, "But I'm not. And it's because of HIM."

Gene cleared her throat, lips pursed. "How about I let you in and you can go get fixed up?" Swiping her card, the door wooshed open and she disappeared into the hallway.

James and the rest followed, his mind a haze, and somehow he found himself in his room. Sliding down the wall as his breath caught in his throat, panic bubbled up. Hysteria gripped him as the world went black.

Rhodey pinned Tony with an angry glare. "Really? Really?"

"What, Platypus?"

"You told FRIDAY to keep their arrival from me. Serious, Tone, we had an agreement."

Tony shrugged, "Dunno what you're talking about."

Wheeling himself around the desk, Rhodey smacked his chair against the inventors legs. "Dude, don't shut me out."

Tony let out an unbecoming grunt and threw his hands in the air. "What?"

Rhodey breathed deeply, bracing himself. Even though he knew Tony was only trying to protect him (which was touching, really) it still irked him. "You know I don't blame you."

"Yes, I know you don't blame me!" Tony shouted, finally losing his composure. "And fuck, Rhodey, I don't blame myself anymore either. I get it, okay? But that doesn't make it okay. None of this is okay. You're- ah, you're in a wheelchair most of the time, and I walked away after a week in hospital. Those PEOPLE," he jabbed an oily finger at the ceiling "Up there have no idea what they have done. And now they're in our home, walking free. They don't know what I-WE have had to do to get them pardoned, the SHIT we went through, and-and-"

"Jesus, Tony, breathe." Rhodey lay a careful hand on the genius' shoulder, feeling the shuddering breathes wracking the man. "Just let it out."

So he did. Dry sobs shook his body, tearing away his earlier aloof composure.

Tony could barely breathe. The past six months came crashed down on him like a freight train, baring the same weight he had felt all those years ago when he saw the helicopter in Afghanistan. Yet it didn't bare the same odd relief, and it didn't reassure him that there would be another way out.

"I don't want them here," he choked into his hands. Rhodey grimaced out of pain for his dearest friend. "But if we don't have them here I just know something will go wrong. I can't explain it but it's been weighing on me since New York. Something is coming, Rhodey," Tony felt his mouth run ahead of himself, blathering fears he had held tighter to his chest than his reactor, "And I shouldn't be scared- I'm not really, not for me- but I can't sleep. I don't know when the last time I slept was because every time I so much as blink I can feel space closing around me and that fucking ship in the distance just gets closer, and closer."

"Tony."

"And I know I can stop it. God, I know I can prevent whatever the fuck that thing was behind it, but-"

"Tony."

"But it feels like the bigger threat is making its nest on the first floor of this awful compound."

"Tony!"

Gasping upright, Tony finally looked at Rhodey. The colonel looked aged and grim in that moment. "Why didn't you tell someone?" He spoke slowly.

He simply floundered, speechless.

"You know we're here for you," Rhodey pressed on, nudging his wheelchair closer until he was almost in the billionaires lap, "Me, Gene, Stephen, and Pepper. Whatever we can do, we will. I got you."

Nodding quietly, Tony could do little more than lock eyes with his feet and wonder how it had all come to this.

Had he wronged some god when he cheated death in that cave? Was this recompense for Stark Industries' weaponry? For his indulgent lifestyle or something else he had once spared little thought to? Or did it go all the way back to Howard, to his birth?

From the moment that bomb had landed next to him in the desert, some primal and instinctive part of him he had thought long dead sparked to life. It coiled in his stomach with more than the promise of pain, but with some ominous hint of the future.

Had he known what was to come he could not honestly say he would have tried so hard in the cave. Perhaps he would have, and made sure Yinsen lived, but then nobody would have to know how long he simply lay in the sand dunes and waited for death.

Maybe it was true, about the butterlfy effect and time lines and string theory and all that mojo magic bullshit.

But even through the fear and lingering anxiety, he felt such rage. Some days it was quiet, soothed by FRIDAY and Rhodey and Gene, but other times the smallest sounds or movements would ignite the rage until it engulfed him.

When that happened he would seal himself away for weeks at a time in the lab, toiling and building horrible weapons. Sure, he had washed his hands of the arms trade. But he had never said he would stop building them. Because how could he? Everyone wants him dead at best, and at worst he'd probably be shackled to a desk and forced to help HYDRA or Loki or who-the-fuck-ever to take over the world.

So when he couldn't open his mouth for fear of threatening even his closest friends, he quietly made sure nobody else could do so either. He had discretely spent billions on a new arms trade- his own -and stockpiled what he felt could ensure Earth's survival.

Surely that was retribution for his sins?

"I got you," Tony repeated, smiling weakly at Rhodey's deep set frown. "We got this."

Maybe.

Accidental Assault (Bucky x Reader) Fluff & Angst - Part 1

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

WARNINGS: Somewhat gratuitous violence towards the ex-bf. It's more explicit than overkill. Also a fair amount of cussing in the first half. Cheating.

Thinking it would be nice,

you returned home with Jerry's favourite coffee, a cheesecake, and some burritos. Nothing could have broken your spirit. Not only had Fury given you a raise, Clint and Laura were expecting! You'd be an aunt! You hadn't asked but if Tony was going to be an uncle, you would damn well get to be an aunt.

"Jay? Babe, I have burritos!"

Silence greeted you. Frowning, you hummed curiously. He was supposed to be home, wasn't he? Crap. You checked your watch as you slid the goods onto the coffee table. No, no, you were right. Where was he?

"Babe?" You called again, walking towards the room. Maybe he was in the shower.

Pushing the bedroom door open, giggling greeted your ears.

"Ba.."

Entwined on the bed like some Peruvian romance painting was Jerry and a blonde woman you'd never seen before.

What?

You couldn't move. You were frozen. This can't be right. 'Am I in the right apartment?' You thought, taking a step back. Same dresser, same bed, same gaudy lamp you bought for a buck fifty.

"Shit!" Jerry hissed, struggling to get out from the twisted heap of your lovely egyptian cotton sheets. They were your favourite. And now they're tangled in between this woman's legs.

She was beautiful, really. Long blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and a beauty mole just below her lips. Jerry looked good. All hot and bothered. And look, he's even still hard. Wait, he's saying something.

What's your name again?

"-Y/N, seriously, come on. Hello??"

You stared at him. Jerry. Right. Your bed.

"Babe, this is totally worse than it looks. Uh, Jasm-"

Snapping, you tensed up like a rabid dog and found your arm slowly moving towards his perfect face. Jerry.

Jerry's head snapped back violently with a spray of blood erupting from his nose. Jasmawhatever shrieked, trying to get out from your sheets, and started spiting slurs at you.

"You slut, what the fuck?!" She screamed as she managed to clamber out of the bed and stumble towards you. Idly you noticed she had almost ridiculously large breasts. Huh.

Struggling on the floor, Jerry gasped and hissed in pain, clutching his prett- ugly ass face as he stood up.

"Y/N, fuck, what the hell is WRONG WITH YOU?" he spluttered. Blood dripped from between his fingers and spilled down his chest. In the back of your mind part of you laughed as some of it landed on the tip of his dick.

"What's wrong with me?" You questioned, puzzled. Is there something wrong with me..

And then everything became clear again. Jerry, the son-of-a-bitch was cheating on you. In your apartment. In your bed. ON YOUR NICE SHEETS.

"WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME?" you screamed, voice cracking. Reering back to balance on the balls of your feet, you almost laughed. It came out manic and hysterical.

"HELLO, MOTHERFUCKER!" you screamed again, this time purposefully and deliberately arching your arm back to suckerpunch him. Natasha had shown you the best way to lay out an enemy, and now, as far as you are concerned, Jerry is the fucking enemy.

Your fist cracked against his head again, loud enough that even you winced, and he crumpled to the floor with a pitiful yelp. Behind him the blonde woman cried out and rushed to catch him, missing. She crouched naked, fussing over him for a moment before she looked up at you, clearly deliberating over fight or flight.

Numbly, yet bitter and vaguely enraged, you stared at her blankly.

"Come on, come on," she hurridly whispered to him, trying to pull him up. They struggled, with Jerry moaning into his hand, and 'Jasma' weakly trying to lift him. They managed to stand, and then hurried to the door, fleeing from the room. You stayed, staring at the droplets of blood on the floor.

There was a crash from the living room and you supposed Jerry had just fallen onto your glass coffee table, breaking it. Another prized possession destroyed by Jerry.

"Oh, and uh, what's ya name again?" The woman yelled sarcastically, "Oh yeah, (incorrect name) we'll see you in court, you homewrecking bitch!"

Then the front door slammed.

Homewrecking. How funny..

--

The next thing you see is a short, squat man tapping the bars before you impatiently.

"Finally," he muttered to himself, "Hurry up, kid. Your bail posted."

Bail? Wait, WHAT?

"B-bail..? What?" You spluttered, rocking to your feet unsteady and dazed. "Are these bars?!?"

"Jesus chriist," the man sighed, rolling his eyes before he reached out and yanked you from the cell you were apparently confined in. Stumbling into his chest before you lurched away, you ended up crashing back into the bars with a wince.

"Your bail posted," the man said slowly. You notice he's wearing a blue uniform and has a badge on his laple. Fuck. Jerry. That's right.

You nodded numbly.

"Your ride is here. I'm going to take you to the front desk, and then uncuff you. You will then be free to leave. Understand?"

Fucking Jerry that bastard. He'll see you in court? Fine, you'll mail him exorbitant bills for all your hard earned housewares he'd broken while frolicking with goldilocks. You could probably smash a few things up and add it to the bill. You didn't want to keep anything he'd ever touched anyway.

"Right, okay." You croaked, throat parched.

He pursed his lips before leading the way to a small office area, where he uncuffed you and told you to sign some papers. You should probably read them but you just wanted to leave at this point.

"This way," the man sighed again, unlocking a heavy steel door. He must really hate his job..

Stepping out into the station foyer, you stood unsure what to do.

"Have a nice day, ma'am," he said dryly before he slammed the door behind you.

Great. You don't know where you are, you probably look like a lunatic, and your feet are cold. Where are your shoes??

A low whistle caught your attention. Great, now some jackas-

Bucky Barnes stood leaning against a wall, staring at you bemused.

Even worse.

"You are not a sight for sore eyes," he remarked, taking in your appearance. There was a tinted window next to him but you feared seeing your reflection so stayed away.

"Fuck you, Barnes," you spat.

His face twitched, and you couldn't tell if it was amusement or anger. Sighing, your head dropped in shame.

"I'm sorry, sorry.."

Barnes pushed off to the wall and walked to you until he was so close you could see his boots. You refused to look up.

"What was that?" He asked innocently.

Groaning, wishing your hair wasn't knotted up into a painful bun and instead could hide your enflamed face,

"I'm sorry," you croaked pitifully.

He half huffed, half chuckled before shaking his head.

"Aight, doll, come on," he said, gently grasping your shoulder and steering you towards the station doors. Stepping out, you breathed in the city fumes greedily.

"To your apartment, or..?" Bucky trailed off, eyeing you carefully. You still refused to look at him, obviously ashamed. He didn't know what to do. All Stark had said was that you were at the station and he had to pay off the officers not to charge you with assault. When Bucky tried to pry for more information Stark had just shaken his head and said to ask you himself. He planned to but now didn't seem like the best time.

When you had stepped out from the booking bay, he had been shocked. Normally your hair is perfectly groomed, never a hair out of place, and yet right now it was in a messy bun and curling around your face. You looked gaunt and pale, clearly upset, and a small splattering of blood could be found on your white blouse. And to top it off, you had no shoes.

Bucky had figured something bad must have happened. Considering your lab tech status and general passive if not sweet nature, anything violent was more than out of sorts. So surely, whoever you had supposedly assaulted deserved it right? His stomach twisted painfully at the thought that you may have been in danger. He was dying to know but it would have to wait.

Unfortunately, Bucky had walked the two blocks from the tower.

"I'll call a cab," he eventually said when he recieved no response. That snapped you out of it.

You shook your head, "No, no. It's only like, two blocks or something to the tower. I'll be fine."

He nodded uncertainly, wishing you meet his eyes. "Not your apartment then?"

"Nope," you replied, popping the 'p'.

Silence reigned as the two of you walked, Bucky carefully shadowing your every step and examining the footpath for anything sharp or dangerous. Once you arrived and ascended in the elevator, it became awkward.

"Stark has free rooms ready," Bucky grumbled, staring at your reflection in the shining elevator walls.

His eyes burned into you like an itch, making you want to cry and scream and tell him just how much of an ass Jerry is. But he wouldn't care. You barely knew each other despite seeing him most days. You'd even designed the upgrades for arm, but somewhat socially nervous, had insisted Cho be the one to fit them.

"Okay..um," you cleared your throat, finally looking at him in aprehension, "Is there.. ah, I dunno, somewhere I can go for a bit where I won't be bothered.. I know at least Cho will come and pester me, and I just.." You sighed through your nose, wanting nothing more than a warm blanket and a bottle of wine.

Bucky's lips twisted as he thought about it, while you silently urged him to think of somewhere, anywhere, away from prying eyes. The residents of the tower, Avengers or genius scientists alike, may mean well but right now you just couldn't do it.

"Well.."

"Please," you begged, hating the desperation in your voice.

"Only," he began, head cocking to the side. It seemed playful, but why? "If you tell me why you were arrested."

Which is exactly what you didn't want to do. The one thing you absolutely didn't want to do. And yet you absolutely wanted to be alone and calm. Weighing the options in your head, you considered Barnes, unintentionally scrutinising him,

He's not really the conversational type, doesn't gossip, definitely has his own demons and likes privacy. He had picked you up, too.. oh god, he didn't pay your bail, did he? Oh please no. Stark, Cho, fucking Peter, anyone but a guy you'd spoken all of ten words to prior to today.

Slumping, you agreed.

Pleased, he smiled at you. "Follow me."

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Now seated in his apartment with a warm afghan around your shoulders, you stared at him. He stared back. You drained your glass of water, wondering who would crack first.

A minute passed and you had to accept it was you.

"Alright, what do you want to know..?"

He smiled at you. It was relaxing. You tried to smile back but you were sure you looked more frightening than friendly.

He leaned back, sinking into the couch, and for the first time you could really see him. Despite your interactions in the lab, which really constituted "Morning." and "Here you go, Mr Barnes." you had never really taken him in. If you thought of him, it was more of a shadow. Tall, menacing- although you'd never really been intimidated- and with his ridiculously broad shoulders and bulging muscles, very attractive. But it was his wolfish eyes, slight aftershadow, and shoulder length hair that you'd never quite seen before. Each time his file (the watered down, medical version) passed your desk, you'd only ever had the technicians focus on the man.

"I wish you'd been the one to smack him," you blurted. Your eyes went wide before you slapped your hands across your mouth. Crap.

His eye brows shot up. "So you did assault someone?" He asked incredulously.

"Uh."

He started laughing. "Seriously? Aight, start from the beginning."

You sighed once again.

After you were done, Bucky stared at you open mouthed. He was completely shocked. Not only was that just plain wrong, but he would have never done such a thing when he was a civilian. Heck, he wouldn't do that now. Being a ladies man was one thing but a relationship, especially an eight year one, was not something he could imagine using as some coy joke.

It hurt him, too. It hurt him to see you so upset, and it hurt him because.. because not only did you not deserve that, but he would never do that. Bucky would never do that to you. Never.

"You're fucking joking," he finally said.

You pursed your lips. "No, Mr Barnes, I am not fucking joking. And now I'm going to be charged with at least a misdemeanor, if not aggrivated assault." Moaning to yourself, you flopped backwards, eyeing the empty glass. What you'd do for a little wine.

@38leticia @purplekitten30 here you guys go! Part 2 up later.

Bucky Barnes/James Barnes/The Winter Soldier imagines

Hi all! This is a pretty long list of possible situations for you and our darlin' Plum. Feel free to use them however, and if possible, tag me! I love reading Bucky x Reader (or Bucky x Tony, ikik..) and there's just never enough of it around.

I'm thinking about doing some of these so let me know if you're interested in reading one!

You are a consultant on cultural behavior, which means you detail the best appearance, attitude, and quirks for an undercover agent to have. Given your indepth knowledge, Fury assigns you the arduous task of bringing Steve Rogers and James Barnes up to speed on history post-1949.

You have known Tony for 15 years. You were born on August 1st, 1980, and attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. After the war, you found yourself numb and detached from life, with your only surviving close friends and family being Harry James Potter and Ron Weasley. After suffering through apathy and depression for five years, at the age of 23, you throw yourself through the Veil. Unsure if you will encounter a blissful void, screeching hellfire and your righteous maker, or some other world, you put all your belongings in an extended bag and welcome the final step. Funnily enough, you fell face-forward into a gutter. 15 years later, Tony calls on you to consult on the portals opening at random. Unsure what to expect, seeing as you are the last magical being on this earthly realm, you agree. What you find brings back memories of parseltongue, bloodquils, and man with 7 lives. Bucky x Reader.

Born into an impoverished family, Y/N Y/L/N is the last in a long line of witch-hunters. Your father was already well into his 60s when you were born, so when he passed, it was just your mother left to instill the family doctrine in you. Despite this all, you eventually turn to a life of normalcy, and become a historian specializing in occult artifacts (that's normal, right?). Stephen Strange is a close friend, and eventually asks you to help him in his research kickstarted by Jane Foster. You come into contact with all of the Avengers although you've barely held a conversation past "Hi, how ya doin'?". With Darcy as your new best friend, and her ridiculous affair with the God of Lies, you find yourself reciting the words your father had carved into his flesh. "For our King, our God, and the Righteousness of Divinity, may God have Mercy upon your Filthy Soul." Would be very interesting with a fictional twist on a religion or faith of your choosing. Bucky x Reader where eventually Reader is the only person in the tower/compound who can successfully defend herself against attacks by the supernatural without heavy firepower- Bucky being the exception of course. Horror!theme?

It had been a nice sunny day in Manhattan. You thought to yourself, "You know what, this is gelato weather. I deserve gelato." And instead you get shot by some asshole with a red star on his shirt, kidnapped by a blonde man with a shield, and then told it was your fault for telling the red star asshole to leave your landlord alone.

Peter thinks he's sly- that you don't know about his spandex-wearing cobwebby bullshit. Ha! You'd lived next door all your life. Your WINDOW faces his. Who does he think he's fooling? Doesn't matter, he got you into a Stark Expo VIP tour. But hey, that tall brooding dude looks like he needs a laugh. Wait, what do you mean you can't say "Who pissed in your cornflakes?" to the Winter Soldier? He's not the Winter Soldier, he- oh. Shit. Haaa..haha.. "PETER!!"

As Tony Stark's assistant, you've seen a lot of stuff. You've seen him butt naked, you've seen him so drunk he thought you were Rhodey (somehow), and you've even had your heart in his chest. You and he trust each other completely. One day, you get a call and it's a hospital in Y/Home/Town. They say your grandpa had a heart attack. And so you're on leave for 2 months making sure he's okay. Ol' Dirty Dugan doesn't go down easy. When you return, there is a strange split in the team. Tony spends even more time in his lab, he smells awful, and there's bags under his eyes. The team doesn't mention him and you notice they don't call him out for missions anymore. Wtf? After some digging you find out that Clint, Natasha, Steve, Sam, and Wanda are convinced Tony is a piece of shit. They think he's selfish, a coward, and a pervert, all because of misinformation and his public image. Hell fucking no. Thank god they thawed Barnes out, at least he isn't partaking in Bully-Tony-Tuesday. In fact.. he seems to be just as distant and despondent as Tony. You have a lot of work to do.

Bucky is your best friend. In the sense that, you don't have any real friends, and he doesn't let people close. But you bring him coffee, he shares his protein bars, and sometimes you two watch youtube together. Then one day an office clerk slaps your ass. What does Bucky do? He fractures the guys jaw.

"Happy Birthday to me. Happy birthday to me.. Happy Birthday, dear (Y/N), happy..birthday..to me.." Nobody remembered. Again. Your parents didn't call. Your sister didn't call. Your old friends didn't call. Nobody on the team said anything, but then again, they probably didn't know.. you are just a lab assistant anyway. Oh, well, Jarvis 2.0 did say Happy Birthday. That was nice. Bucky overheard Jarvis, though. So he goes out and buys some flowers, a bottle of sake, and a cheesecake. And then you cry and doesn't know why. Happy birthday to me. Oneshot. Fluffy angst.

They didn't know you were sick. None of them. You were conveniently out of town when the medical check ups took place, and never allowed the pain to show on your face. But one day at work you collapse, and they can't wake you up. Cho discovers you have kidney disease. You're dying and have been for a while. Tony pays top dollar for an immediate transplant, but it will still take a month or two. You used to have morning chats with Barnes after his run. You always were an early bird. But now he's on assignment somewhere secret, and you feel even more numb. Bucky couldn't handle the thought that you'd die (you won't but he doesn't know that), so he runs. He runs and immerses himself in a mission, believing you'd never feel the same way.

You came home and discovered your boyfriend of eight years in bed with a woman you'd never seen before. Turns out they'd been having a secret affair for nearly 5 years. You are arrested for punching him in the face- not that you remember, you blacked out in rage- and humourously enough, Barnes is the one who collects you from the station. It's okay, you hadn't been in love with Jerry for a long time, but it still hurt. So when you see Jerry with his 'side chick' three months later, you also discover Bucky had a sense of humour. Apparently you're now married to James Barnes, have been for a while, and are pregnant. Of course you're not but somehow Bucky knew just what to say and do to piss Jerry right off.

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What Phone Sex Is Like With…

Bucky Barnes

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Bucky had been away on a mission for a few weeks, and it took some adjusting for the both of you as it had been a long time since you two had been separated for even more than a few days.

It was lonely not having Bucky around the house, it was too quiet and too void of his comforting smell. You had gotten used to your sort of routine and you missed him dearly.

Somewhere thousands of miles away from his home, Bucky was thinking the exact same thing. He missed you, he missed waking up in the morning and getting to admire you for a little bit before you woke up and started your day. He even missed the cute little line of drool you would sometimes have on your face.

As Bucky thought about all the things he missed about you, he started to think about the way your skin felt on his, the way your hands felt roaming his body while your nails scratched down his back as he rutted against you.

Bucky readjusted himself in his bed as his pajama pants got increasingly tighter. He tried to ignore the feeling of the sudden arousal and will himself to go to sleep as there was a time difference and he didn’t want to disturb the deep sleep you were most likely in.

After about half an hour of tossing and turning Bucky sat up rubbing his face, while he was trying to sleep all the images his mind could conjure up were of you, writhing underneath him softly moaning his name as he touched you.

Which unfortunately for him, didn’t help at all.

The brunette threw the covers off of him, glancing at the clock as he made his way to the bathroom in the hotel he was staying at.

2:30 am. Goddamn it Barnes.

He splashed some cold water on his face trying to cool himself down and snap out of it, but he couldn’t help it. He missed his girl. Sighing after taking in his appearance in the mirror he turned the bathroom light off and returned to bed.

As he slid under the covers he thought about calling you, maybe hearing your voice would help him sleep, maybe not. But then again you were probably sleeping and he would feel terrible for interrupting that just because his dick was hard.

Deciding against it, Bucky slid his hands down into his boxers gently palming his erection. He could feel more blood rush into his cock so he rubbed harder, finally pushing his boxers down and letting his cock spring free. His right hand wrapped around his shaft and began to slowly move up and down not wanting to rush the feeling.

Bucky's lips parted slightly as he focused his mind on memories of you, he could still hear the way you begged him to let you cum as he edged you for the third time one night.

Remembering the sight of the tears of frustration in your eyes made Bucky let out a low groan. The more he thought about you, the faster he pumped until he just couldn’t take anymore, he had to hear your voice.

Bucky grabbed his phone off of the nightstand before finding your name in his contacts, pressing the call button he held the phone up to his ear, his hand still going as he listened to the ringing waiting for you to pick up.

After a few rings you finally answered “Bucky?” your sleep ridden voice came through the phone. “Hey sweetheart” Bucky grunted into the phone, the sound of your voice sending a shockwave through his body.

You could hear Bucky panting through the phone, still half asleep you thought something was wrong “Is everything okay? It’s like 3 in the morning, are you alright?” a soft gasp came through the phone “m’fine doll, I just, just need you so bad right now”

The sleep faded out of your system and was replaced by the tingling feeling of butterflies in your stomach when you finally heard the familiar rhythmic sounds in the background as Bucky moaned and gasped into the phone.

“Are you touching yourself Buck” You knew he was and it wasn’t even a question really, you just wanted to hear his whines as he said it. “Yes” His voice came out cracked “Yes fuck, I am. I couldn’t help it I’ve missed you so much y/n” he breathed. You let out a soft whimper at the way he said your name.

You laid back down in your shared bed, slipping a hand into your underwear as you listened to Bucky pleasure himself on the other end.

“What’s gotten you all worked up like this baby?” you moaned out. Bucky's hips bucked into his hand at the sounds of your moans “You did angel, couldn’t stop thinkin’ ‘bout you. Miss that wet little pussy begging for my cock”

Oh God how you loved it when Bucky talked dirty like this. Your hand started to spread the wetness that had pooled in your panties around your pussy just like Bucky's would do.

“Fuck Bucky” you groaned circling your clit with your wet fingers. As you started to pump your fingers inside of your pussy, Bucky could hear the squelching sounds and his mind conjured up a picture of what you had looked like in that moment.

A deep guttural groan came from the soldier and his hand came up to rub his thumb over the tip of his cock, spreading the precum over his shaft.

“Bet you look so fucking good right now doll, can just hear how wet that little cunt is for me. Tell me how wet it is baby” Bucky’s words went straight to your core and your back slightly arched off of your bed “So so wet Buck, need you so bad”

You managed to choke out through your gasps. “Fuck” He groaned “Love how needy and desperate you always sound, like a dirty little slut who’s just begging to be fucked”

Bucky chuckled at the way your breath hitched in your throat at the name he gave you “You like that don’t you, fucking whore” you could practically see the grin on his face as he exploited your desires. “Buck please I’m so close, I can’t-” your voice trailed off into a moan as the knot in your stomach tightened. “You wanna cum?” Bucky grunted out.

You could tell he was getting closer to his own orgasm by the way his voice was slightly strained. “Yes!” you blurted out “Yes please let me cum just-” you grunted, not really sure what you were saying but wanting Bucky to help you to sweet release.

Though you weren’t sure how it was possible, the skin on skin sounds of Bucky's hand on his cock got even faster and his groans turned into whimpers.

“Hang on just a little longer sweetheart. Wanna cum with you” You threw your head back in frustration “Almost there, be my good girl and keep rubbing that clit for me” You moved your fingers in tight circles over your slightly sensitive clit, juices coating your fingers.

By now you had put your phone on speaker, the sounds of Bucky’s and your frequent moans filled the room as you fought to keep yourself from succumbing to an orgasm.

“I can’t hold on any longer James,” you whimpered. Bucky let out a choked gasp “I’m gonna- shit” he breathed “Cum with me y/n” Bucky’s voice cracked as he moaned out your name, thick ropes of cum spilling over his hand and stomach. Listening to Bucky only made another wave of euphoria wash over you as you rode out your orgasm, back arching as your eyes squeezed shut.

As you came down from your high you could faintly hear Bucky praising you “Such a good girl for me sweetheart” and “Always do so well for me” reached your ears over now slight panting and you smiled. Even thousands of miles away and over the phone, Bucky was still providing the sweetest form of aftercare to you.

“Thank you doll” Bucky’s voice rang out. “I really needed that” You heard rustling as he cleaned himself and settled back into bed. As you did the same you asked “Stressed?” A quiet hum came through the phone that was now off speaker “Something like that”

You softly chuckled “Do you wanna talk about it now that you’ve destressed a little bit” Bucky let out his own laugh “Maybe later when I’m home doll”

You yawned tired from the late night activities “I’ll hold you to that” “Get some sleep y/n, I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?” You hummed in agreement, eyes starting to feel heavy. “I love you” Bucky's voice became deeper as sleep started creeping in “I love you too James”

Pressing the end call button and setting your phone on your nightstand to charge, you pulled your blankets over your shoulders as your eyes slid shut, ready to be another day closer to Bucky coming home.

Call me baby

pairing: bucky barnes x reader x natasha romanoff

warnings: sexual content, choking kink, threesome, explicit language, face slapping, (please be careful if you want to try this at home) and basically a bunch of other sexual stuff (MINORS DNI)

a/n: the title doesn’t really have anything to do with the story, it just popped into my head. i didn’t make natasha speak russian in this just because i feel like she hated being/speaking russian, so yeah. also so gay for tasha i love her, what i wouldn’t give to be in a relationship with her and bucky. please enjoy the story that is my tired brain spilled into text. <3

The first time you realized that you were into some interesting things was when you Bucky and Natasha were laying in your bed in your shared apartment one day watching movies. You were laying in between the two avengers on your stomach, propped up on your elbows.

Natasha had her head laid on your back and Bucky was propped up against the headboard by your feet, flesh hand on the back of your left thigh. In the movie the woman’s boyfriend cheated on her and she was confronting him about it.

She reared her hand back and slapped him across the face, and he smirked at her slowly turning his head to look at her form as she left the room. At the sound of the crack as her hand connected with his face, you couldn’t help but let out a moan that unfortunately, didn’t go unnoticed by your two lovers.

“Uh, y/n?” Bucky said as he sat up from the headboard “Was that a moan?” Natasha added as she too lifted her head to look at you with a smirk. Your face grew a bit hot as you realized that you had involuntarily moaned at the sight of a man being slapped.

“Do you” Bucky paused as a grin spread across his face “Do you have a slapping kink?” You groaned as you flopped on your face, covering your face with your hands “No? Maybe? Shut up guys” you said muffled as you felt the bed shift a bit

“Aw” Nat said from above you, you could feel her straddle you and then soft hands prying your own hands away from your face “Don’t be embarrassed baby, we’ve always known you like it rough” your face unamused as you sat up and playfully pushed the laughing redhead off of you.

“You do like to be choked babydoll, it’s not a surprise” Bucky agreed “You guys- ugh i can’t” you buried your face into a pillow as both of them laughed. You felt large hands grab your waist and turn you over, Bucky grabbed your chin as he looked at you. “It’s certainly nothing to be ashamed of sweetheart, we’re not here to judge you” he leaned down and gave you a kiss.

“He’s right y/n, and i’m sorry, i wasn’t making fun of you, i just think you’re cute when you’re embarrassed” she leaned down and kissed you in the cheek. “How rude” you said, natasha looked down at you eyebrows furrowed “what’s rude babe?” “You didn’t even kiss me on the lips” you batted your eyelashes at her and she rolled her eyes as she leaned down “you’re an idiot” she quipped and you hummed with a smile, pulling her down by the back of her neck.

The kiss quickly turned heated and you tugged her on top of you, rolling your body into hers. She spread your legs apart, settling her hips between them before trailing the kisses down your neck.

“Guess tashas got it handled huh baby?” Bucky teased you as you turned your head to look at him. You gasped as the woman bit down on the sensitive part of your neck “Want you too” you moaned and reached out for him. Bucky pressed a kiss to your forehead before Natasha rolled the two of you over.

You broke the kiss with Natasha and Bucky’s metal hand came up to grip your throat pulling your face to his for a sloppy kiss. One of your hands came up to grip his wrist, moaning in his mouth as you continued to grind your crotch into Natashas.

“Fuck” she moaned as she saw Buckys hand wrap around your throat. Bucky pulled away smirking as you panted “you like that baby?” He looked down at her flushed face. The redhead grunted “love when she’s so submissive”

You whined as Natasha gripped your hips, turning you over so you two were on your sides facing each other. She ran a hand down your chest to your shorts, her fingertips just barely grazed your skin underneath the band of your shorts before she stopped.

She turned her head and smirked “you wanna watch buck?” The man let his eyes wander from his other girlfriend to your squirming form “please tasha, want you to touch me” you begged. Natashas attention turned back to you and she cooed “Tell Bucky that you want him to watch me touch you sweetheart, go on”

She slid her hand farther down your shorts, fingertips just above your clit “Want you to watch her make me cum james” you panted. “You’re so pretty when you beg, doll” he said just before natasha brought her hand down and began rubbing your clit, your moans echoing throughout the room as Bucky and Natasha spurred you on

“Such a good girl babydoll”

“Your pussy feels so good around my fingers honey”

“That’s it, tell us how good it feels y/n”

Natasha rubbed your clit faster as you began to withe beside her. “Gonna cum tash, please, please let me cum”

She had sat up by now, making your pleasure her top priority. She grabbed your chin roughly and forced you to look at Bucky, cock in hand, sweat dripping down his body as he watched Natasha work your pussy over.

“I want you to look at him when you cum, baby” she demanded. You felt your back arch off the bed as your orgasm washed over you and Bucky never broke eye contact with you. You could see his eyes darken as you came all over natashas hand, fighting to keep your eyes open as you watched him work his cock even faster.

Bucky threw his head back and groaned and you both could tell he was getting close by the way his cock twitched in his hand. You kissed Natasha leading her and yourself over to Bucky and you took his cock in your mouth. Bucky let out a loud “fuck!” At the feeling of your warm mouth wrapped around him.

Bucky raised his hand slightly and tapped your cheek a few times, and you nodded the best you could. “Are you sure?” He asked, still a little conflicted, you pulled yourself off of his shaft “I'm sure buck” and leaned up to kiss him before going back down.

The next thing you knew Bucky's flesh hand had come down across your cheek with a small crack! You moaned around his cock at the stinging feeling on your face, and your eyes fluttered close at the tingling following through your body.

You pulled off of Bucky's cock once again, pumping him a bit with your hand “harder” you said as you panted for air. Natasha groaned from behind you, watching as Bucky's hand came down a second time, this time hard enough to leave a glowing red mark “God you’re so fucking sexy sweetheart”

Soon you heard Bucky's groans get muffled and you saw that Natasha had pulled Bucky into a kiss, you felt yourself get wet all over again at the sight of your boyfriend and girlfriend kissing and you began to suck him a little faster. Buckys hand came down to wrap in your hair as he began to snap his hips back and forth, fucking your mouth.

You felt his cock twitch and he let out a low moan “fuck girls” he said before you felt his warm salty cum spill into your mouth. You swallowed around him and his hips sputtered, you pulled off of his cock and pulled Natasha down to your level “want a taste?” You asked before pulling her into a kiss, you felt some of Bucky's cum drip into her mouth and she moaned at the taste.

“Goddamn doll” Bucky groaned from above you and you smiled as you pulled away from her mouth to look up at him. Your attention turned back to Natasha, Buckys too. “It’s your turn honey” you said as you and Bucky pushed her back into the pillows. “I could get used to this” she smirked as she snuggled back, getting comfortable.

You shook your head at her and Bucky chuckled before kissing his way down her stomach. Her mouth turned into a beautiful ‘o’ shape as she felt Bucky's fingers run across her pussy. You leaned down to lay on your side beside her and started kissing her neck, hands running over her chest, gripping and tugging the hard nipples there.

“Damnit barnes” she groaned as Bucky teased her, pressing kisses just above her clit “what’s the matter doll? Can’t handle it?” He smirked. You hummed in amusement as you trailed down kisses to her chest, you figured Bucky tired himself out of teasing because a second later you could hear the sound of his tongue lapping at her pussy.

Natashas back arched as Bucky continued to lick and suck, her hand going around the back of your neck and pulling you down into a very sloppy kiss as she moaned into your mouth. “Feel good tasha?” You whispered against her lips “fuck yes!” She yelled out as Bucky quickened the pace. You cooed at her as you ran your hand down her body, Bucky tilting his head to give you some room.

You spit on yours fingers, getting them wet before easing them into her wet pussy, groaning at her clenching around your fingers. You could feel her cunt relax as you worked your fingers, pumping them in and out while Bucky sucked on her clit. “Oh god” she moaned, her hand flying down to grip Bucky’s hair as she rolled her hips into his face.

You and Bucky both could feel her start to get close as she started to whine underneath you two “you gonna cum on y/n’s fingers doll? Bucky panted, rubbing at her clit. “God yes, wanna cum, fucking hell” you worked your fingers faster “you’re so pretty when you’re all flushed baby” you said as you looked her body up and down, a thin layer of sweat covering her.

Bucky sucked her clit into his mouth and Natasha came undone, her back arched letting out a loud moan as she grabbed at the sheets while you and Bucky worked her through her orgasm. You could feel her cum gushing over your fingers as you continued to pump them in and out. “Oh god” she moaned as she gasped for air.

You pulled your fingers out and Bucky wiped his mouth. You held up your fingers to him “wanna taste?” You repeated what you said earlier, he smirked and grabbed your wrist popping them into his mouth. You watched with amused eyes as he sucked on your digits.

He pulled back and smiled “c’mere babydoll, I know you wanna taste too” Bucky pulled you in by the waist and pressed your lips together, his tongue swiping in your mouth. You moaned at the taste of your girlfriend on his tongue, pressing your hand to Bucky's cheek. “You two are insatiable” Natasha teased. You and Bucky pulled apart laughing and laid down on either side of her, pulling the sheets over you three.

“I can’t help that you taste so good babe” you nudged her cheek with your nose. “She’s got you there doll” Bucky laughed. “I hate you” she grumbled, you curled into her side as Bucky wrapped an arm around her “you love us” you retorted. She sighed.

“Unfortunately”

Hey! :)) You're very talented! So I dare to send in a Bucky imagine <3 Maybe one where you're dating but you're not an avenger, so you sometimes feel not good at all for him even though he always makes you feel special and he loves you more than anything. one time he comes from a mission to you waiting in his room, doubting again but he immediately tries getting this thought out of you and gives you his dog tags to prove he's yours forever and it's all cute then and also soft smut? :)

a/n: thank you my love!! <3 omg the dog tags, this is amazing. this one is probably one of my favorite things i’ve written so far, I took it and kinda ran with it lol. but i certainly hope you enjoy it, i can also always rewrite it with any gender you want!!

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It was always hard when Bucky was on missions, he’d go away for god knows how long. Sometimes a few days, sometimes a few months, it was extremely hard on your relationship at first, having him in your arms one minute and then gone the next.

Even since you started dating he had tried to keep you as far as possible from the life he knew as an Avenger. Now there was nothing wrong with being an Avenger but it was dangerous, and as long as Bucky was alive he’d do anything to protect you. You were the one thing in his life that wasn’t tainted by his past, and he wanted to keep it that way.

At first you didn’t understand why Bucky didn’t tell you more about where he went or what he did, whether it was a recent mission or something that happened in his Winter Soldier days. It made you feel bad to feel like it, but you had started to think that he thought that you couldn’t handle it.

That sweet innocent little y/n couldn’t handle the burden of knowing the horrible things that his other persona had done. Now you knew who Bucky really was and you knew that all of these thoughts were irrational, but sometimes it made you feel like you couldn’t truly be there for him.

It slowly started to make you feel helpless, the nights where Bucky woke up screaming from a dreadful nightmare and all you could do was just hold him and tell him it would be okay, not really knowing what you were comforting him from.

It’s not like Bucky neglected you in the slightest, in fact that beautiful man showed you that he loved you in some way just about every single day, if not more. If it was bringing you flowers, asking how your day was, holding you for hours, or even just plain telling you.

Bucky had left about two weeks ago on a mission with the rest of the Avengers, you of course stayed behind. It had been a long two weeks and you missed Bucky something terrible, so you left your quiet apartment and went and stayed at the tower for a little while.

The last night before Bucky was supposed to be back you laid in Buckys bed, tossing and turning, doubts flowing freely in your mind. What if Bucky was pulling away from you? What if he was realizing that you’re not good enough for him?

Because of all the thoughts swirling in your head as you sat up, you didn’t even hear the heavy footsteps outside your bedroom door, not even the door opening and the tired super soldier trudging in. Bucky stopped at the sight of your shrugged over shoulders “doll?” He called out

You jumped at the sudden voice and turned around a tired smile spreading across your face “Bucky!” You walked into his embrace, sighing as you took in his smell. Even after a grueling mission he still smelled good.

Bucky noticed something was wrong by the way you carried yourself across the room, he pulled back and lifted your head up gently by your chin. “Is something wrong y/n? Are you okay?” You let out a small chuckle “I should be asking you that”

You pulled away and sat on the bed, Bucky following you “You mean because of the last mission?” He had a feeling he knew what was bothering you, he just wanted to hear you say it. “Among other things” you whispered looking down at his hands in your lap

“I just” you continued “I feel so helpless all the time, I feel like I’m not doing enough for you, you know? Every time you wake up from a nightmare, every time you come home with bruises and cuts and all I can do is just clean you up and blindly tell you that it’s gonna be okay” you sighed. “Sometimes I feel like I’M not good enough, for you.”

You finally looked up at Bucky, his eyebrows furrowed in concern. At your statement, his face softened “Oh babydoll, I’m sorry I let you down” he pulled you into his neck, wrapping his arms around your waist. “You mean more to me than you’ll ever know. I can’t even put into words how much you’ve changed my life” he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

He pulled away slightly to look at your face. “The reason why I don't talk about” he looked down. “The things that I’ve done is because I don’t want you to think any differently of me. I want him to be long gone and I don’t want him to ever come back, and I’m just not ready to admit that there’s a possibility that he’s still there okay?” He kissed your temple “it’s got nothing to do with you doll”

“Here, I want to give you something.” He reached into his pocket and you heard something that sounded like metal clinking together. He pulled his hand out and into your view

“These are my dog tags, you know from the war. I keep them because, well they help me remember who I used to be. Who I really am, they remind me that I’m more than what all those years with Them made me into.” You gingerly reached down and touched them

James B. Barnes

32557038 T42 A

He took them and pulled it over your head, the metal resting just above your chest. “I want you to have them” he said “Oh Bucky, I can’t take these away from you” Bucky gave you a soft smile “You can and you will, I want you to have these, that way I’m with you all the time. Now any time you miss me, you can know that i’m right here” he placed a finger on the dog tag over your heart

“Always. Because I’m always going to be here for you, no matter what honey” He titled your head up, eyes meeting yours. “Because I love you.” You blinked away the tears welling up in your eyes “I love you too James, thank you” He leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss onto your lips.

You wound a hand in his hair tugging him closer and he placed a hand on your thigh, rubbing circles on the skin there. “Bucky” you whispered against his lips. He slowly laid you back on the bed, shifting to lay in between your legs. “I know doll, just let me show you how much I love you okay?” He trailed down to your neck “I’m not going anywhere”

Bucky sat up, trailing his hands down your sides. He reached your sleep shorts and hooked his fingers in the band. He pushed your shirt up a little bit and placed kisses on your waistline before pulling them down your legs.

Bucky worked on your underwear next, he placed gentle kisses on your thighs before placing one right over your clothed clit. You could feel his eyes on you, watching your reaction as he pulled those down too. He kissed his way back up your torso and pressed a soft kiss to your lips “You’re so beautiful doll, so so beautiful” he whispered in your ear.

Your hands gripped Buckys as he pulled off your shirt. His hands cupped your breasts through your bra, as he placed a kiss on the top of both of them.”Gorgeous” you heard faintly. You felt the roughness of his hands on your skin before his hands worked to unclip your bra.

The brunette made his way back down your body, his thumb immediately swiping your clit, you grabbed onto his shoulders as he leaned down to replace his finger with his tongue. Bucky lapped at your clit and slowly worked a finger inside of you. “Taste so good doll, my favorite thing in the world” he mumbled

Bucky could feel you getting closer so he sped up his movements. “Wait” you panted and he stopped completely “what’s wrong y/n? “Just wanna feel you already, can’t wait anymore” He smiled and kissed your hip bone before crawling back up your body

“Anything for the lady” Bucky used his right hand to spread your other leg out for him more, settling in between your thighs as he kissed you. It was the kind of kiss that left you breathless, and most certainly wanting more. “Ready for me baby?” He pressed a kiss to the collum of your throat. “Always, Buck”

Bucky's arms caged you between him and the bed as he slowly slipped inside of your wet pussy. Both of you letting out groans of pleasure at the feeling of Bucky filling you up. After a minute and Bucky whispering to you how good you felt around him, he started to move.

The only sounds in the room were the sounds of your pants and moans of each other’s names as Bucky fell to his forearms, trying to get as close to you as possible. His eyes caught a glimpse of his dog tags resting over your breasts and it stirred something inside of him.

Both your hands tangled in Buckys hair as he went faster, somehow working himself deeper than he already was. “ God I love you so much doll, you look so pretty wearing my name around your neck” he panted into your ear as he pressed a kiss on your neck.

One of your hands fell to Bucky's side pulling him closer “Buck” you moaned “I’m gonna cum” you squeezed your eyes shut as he grunted “me too doll, cum with me” Bucky worked you higher and higher until you finally orgasmed around him, an airy “I love you” whispered into his ear.

Bucky wrapped an arm around you tightly as he came inside of you, praises and grunts falling from his lips and his hips slowed as he milked you both through the high.You both stayed like that for a while, neither one of you wanting to move as you threaded your hands through Bucky's now damp hair.

“I know I’ve got to be more open with you, you’re the most important thing in my life and I don’t want anything to ruin that” the man laying on your chest suddenly spoke. He squeezed his arm around you pulling you closer together.

“I know Buck, i’m sorry. I just wanna make sure you’re okay you know?”

“Don’t be sorry” he leaned up and gave you a sweet kiss “As long as i’m with you, I’m gonna be just fine” he laid his head back down on your chest “Plus we got one hell of a night out of it” he smirked

“Ow!”

“Idiot”

Take it

pairings: bucky barnes x reader

warnings: sexual content 18+, choking kink, breeding kink, explicit language, dom!bucky, daddy kink, a dash of degrading

a/n: honestly kinda love this one, breeding kink bucky is my fav. also the gif is kinda unrelated to the setting, i just love 40’s bucky (this also literally started out as a savitar barry allen imagine lol)

(NOT MY GIF)

“fuck that’s it doll, take it” he grunted as he pounded into your cunt, your hands very tightly intertwined as he made the bed squeak with his thrusts. You moaned at his words, another wave of arousal washed over you “oh fuck, Bucky make me cum, please” You begged already getting close.

He tapped your swollen lips with his thumb “suck” he said. You took his thumb into your mouth, closing your lips around the digit and swirling your tongue. He grunted loudly “that’s a good little girl, doll”

“Just for you James” you moaned out, he gave a particularly hard thrust and you moaned and gasped as you came around him. Bucky leaned down slightly and wrapped his hand around your throat “yeah, you liked that didn’t you Princess?”

You whined in response “oh god yes, harder buck” Bucky squeezed your throat a little bit tighter and did just what you asked. His hand went behind your head and his head fell into your marked up neck, as he thrusted faster and faster grunting into your ear.

“You want me to cum inside that sweet pussy, doll, hmm?” He asked, breath fanning your face. You looked up at him through half lidded eyes and nodded. A smirk spread across his face “then you gotta cum one more time for me”

Bucky dropped his hand between your bodies, his thumb started rubbing circles on your now very sensitive clit “Fuck, James” you gasped “that’s it baby, tell me how good it feels” he grunted in your ear.

“So good, daddy” his hips stuttered at the name you just moaned out. “What did you say?” He rasped “say it again” you moaned again, too wrapped up in pleasure to answer him. Bucky gripped your hair tightly “i said, say it again, y/n” “Daddy” you groaned.

“There you go, such a good slut for daddy aren’t you?” You gasped at the new name given and felt yourself get all that much closer to your second orgasm. “You gonna cum again baby? Aw go ahead slut, cum for me”

He moved his hips faster, bringing you closer and closer before you let out what felt like the most pornographic moan you had ever let slip and came all over Bucky’s cock.

“Fuck” Bucky groaned, as he helped you through your orgasm he chased his own. You could feel his cock twitching as he got closer. Your hands gripped his shoulders and pulled him closer to you “c’mon daddy, fill me up. I know you can, please i want it” you pleaded in his ear. “Goddamn” he whispered

“Wanna get you pregnant” the brunette grunted, his hand bunched up your hair and tugged as he came inside of your swollen cunt “Fuck, y/n ” he chuckled “oh so so good baby” he laid on top of you for a bit catching his breath, before he flopped on the bed beside you.

He pulled you into his now slightly sweaty chest and gave you a sweet kiss “that was amazing, thank you doll”

“Did you mean it?” He titled his head down to look at you “mean what sweetheart?” You tilted your head up “that you wanna get me pregnant”

“Absolutely I did, I think you’d look beautiful pregnant with our kid” he smiled as you blushed at his statement. “I’d love to have a family with you” you leaned up and kissed him softly.

“Also we should definitely keep the new names in. You know, for research purposes”

He let out an adorable chuckle

“Anndd moments gone

Okay so this is the closest gif I could find on short notice, cause I don’t want to lose my train of thought.

But you all know how their promise gets Bucky out of 70 years of brainwashing?

Well it kind of just hit me, and if you already thought of this good for you, BUT what if he also got out of it (because of/with the help of) the fact that he was looking down on a beaten/weak/defenseless Steve like he was ‘used’ to seeing back then??????

I really didn’t need to hurt myself like this but oh well...

You’re welcome everybody! Let’s suffer together🥳

Bonus:

When your flatmate is a jerk.

James Barnes (Bucky) is your new flatmate and so far living together has not gone very well.

2K.

PART 2

Warnings: Not a smut, kinda soft but with a little bit of spicy. (Eng not my first language.)

You hadn't even been living together for two months and you already couldn't stand that asshole named James Buchanan Barnes. The cost of living in New York was exorbitant and when your flatmate left you alone without a previous notice you had no choice but to accept the first stranger who answered your ad, well the first one who didn't look like a serial killer or a pervert. How wrong you were… Sleeping at night had become impossible, when James didn't bring a girl, he spent the nights tossing and turning in his room. That man didn't know what rest meant. If things went on like that, your bosses were going to throw you out of work, nobody wanted a zombie for an employee. 

You needed a way to bring the matter up and make it clear to your flatmate that he had to learn to be less noisy. But how could you look him in the face and tell him that his hoarse moans were keeping you awake at night? 

Well ,that morning was going to be the definitive one, during breakfast you would tell him. The night before the blue-eyed man hadn't brought any friend with him, so you wouldn't have to face a naked stranger, just a freshly risen James, with tousled hair, no shirt, and grey sweatpants that left little to the imagination. Shit, if you hated him so much for depriving you of a good night's rest, why did you bite your lip until it almost bled when you were in the same room?

"Good morning," his deep morning voice caught you off guard, making you almost choke with your coffee when he showed up in the kitchen. 

 “Morning” was the only thing you could mumble, all the determination you had gathered a few minutes before, disappeared in the presence of that man. “I was about to make pancakes, do you want some?” you managed to pull yourself together, your main idea was to soften him up with some treat and then drop the bomb.

“Sure” he accepted, a little suspicious. The fake smile on your face did not go unnoticed. Normally the only thing he got out of you in the mornings was a grunt or two.

You turned your back to him to focus on making breakfast, you just hoped you didn't burn anything, you knew your kindness hadn't gone unnoticed and James was analysing you from head to toe, making your stomach tingle from that intense stare.

You devoured the pancakes in complete silence. In the short time you had lived together you hadn’t found anything in common, so apart from things to do with the rent or the bills, you had nothing to talk about. But Barnes didn't seem to mind, he was too captivated by the way you were sucking on the honey-coated fork, although it didn't escape his notice that you wanted to tell him something, even he could hear the gears in your head turning.  

"Just say it." he grunted as your tongue went from playing with the fork to your lips, that game was starting to cause him problems in his sweatpants, and it wasn't easy trying to hide his half-erection. 

“Eh?” your innocent expression made him even more upset. 

"If you have something to say to me, say it now, I don't have all morning," he sounded more abrupt than he meant it to, but that only made all your pent-up rage of those days come out of your mouth, unfiltered. 

"All right, that's what you want... how about you keep your fucking voice down when you bring someone to the flat or better yet, why don't you join one of those sex addiction groups? Because you've got a fucking problem and I'm not going to put up with any more sleepless nights," you blurted out without thinking, your eyes fixed on the blue ones that seemed to open wider and wider with every word that came out of your mouth. 

Barnes' astonished face turned into a grin of amusement as he recovered from your speech, "Ohh, honey, I think you're overreacting. You're not jealous that I'm the only one having fun at night, are you?” he took you by your chin, caressing your jawline.

“How dare you?” you slapped him away and you were really close to punch him in his pretty face but you restrained yourself. Revenge sounded better. If he wanted to go the hard way that's how it would be, you were going to give him a taste of his own medicine.

***

You had been chatting with a guy for a few weeks, he was cute but just not interesting enough to want to get to know him more. He had insisted a couple of times to meet and you finally found the reasons to do so. That idiot James was going to have to eat his words. Who did he think he was? The worst thing is that you hadn't been able to stop thinking about Barnes all day. You only wanted to get revenge, right? It had nothing to do with the fact that that caress had left you longing for something you couldn't yet put into words, but your imagination had, and it had given you a very clear picture of what it would be like to have James on top of you. Fuck! You just wanted to forget about it, and focus on your revenge. The date was set up, you and that guy were to meet at a bar near your house, just a little warm up before taking him with you and show Bucky how things worked.

A few hours later you were playing with your Martini. That man was really boring; he only knew to talk about him and his exes. He was so absorbed in himself that he didn't care if you were listening or not and you only could think about running away, but you had already gone too far... With a coy smile you touched his arm and batting your lashes you tried to get his attention. "I know a better place to talk." you said almost without recognizing your own voice. "My flat is very close... What do you say?" you made yourself sick. Why is it that deep down all felt so wrong?

By the time you got to your flat you were shaking in your boots, you were regretting your wonderful idea, but your stubbornness prevented you from letting James get away with it. As soon as you turned the key the last thing you expected to find was your enemy waiting for you to return, or that was the impression you got when your gazes met, Barnes had got up from the sofa and seemed to want to say something to you, but it was enough for the dark-haired man to see your companion for that feeling to disappear. "Who is this guy?" James asked with his worst manners. 

"Oh, Hi, I didn't know you'd be home" you lied through your teeth. "We don't want to disturb you, my friend and I will be in my room." you tried to sound as innocent as possible. It's fair to say that you had completely forgotten the guy's name. 

"Y/n can I talk to you for a moment?" James approached you, blocking your way to your room, but you didn't have time to dodge him because all you could think about was how good he smelled. Someone had taken a shower and his cologne was knocking out all your common sense. It was lavender and mint, right? At that point the other guy seemed to have ceased to exist. 

"We can talk later." you managed to articulate as you came to your senses. 

"Don't do this..." he stopped you by grabbing your wrist but not forcibly, just to stop you from running off with that loser. His voice sounded almost the same as always, but if you hadn't been so nervous you would have noticed that his eyes were tinged with desperation.  

"Okay, okay, what's going on here?" That big mouth remembered how to talk. The weird vibes you two were giving was too much to handle for his small brain. James stepped away from you and you froze, not knowing what to say. "Is this some weird thing like couples who like to see each other with someone else?" he added, leaving you dumbfounded. Before you could react, your flatmate did. 

"Get out of my fucking house!" he imposed, bringing out for the first time the soldier he once was. One of the few things you knew about him was that he was a veteran, but that was something he never used to talk about. His dog tags hanging around his neck gave you an idea.

Then, it all happened so fast that it seemed unreal. Barnes was shoving your date out and he was being more dick than ever. After slamming the door shut, James cornered you against it. "What the fuck was that all about?" he questioned, blocking your escape with his muscular arms. He was pissed off, you could tell by the swollen vein on his forehead and how his breath had become heavier. 

"I just wanted to have some fun..." you managed to articulate with your eyes locked on the ground as you were unable to look him in the face, too embarrassed by everything that had just happened. "Besides, I don't owe you any explanation." you dared to add. 

"So you want to have fun, right?" he seemed to snap, "I can fix that." his voice lowered a few tones and your whole body shivered when he made you look at him. "You only have to ask nicely..." his gaze looked wolfish and hungry. If he needed a reaction from you to keep going, the way you were biting your lips was enough, but at that point he wanted to make you beg. 

“Why should I?” you arched your brows with all the strength you had left. He was driving you crazy, but in a completely different way than before, however you didn't want to give up so easily. Barnes stroked your arm, barely touching you, but immediately causing goose bumps all over your skin. 

“Because that's all you can think about since this morning.” he saw right through you, but it didn't save him from being a jerk. That was enough… You were tired of him playing with you.

“Fuck you!” you pushed him with all your might, but before you could get away, he lifted you over his shoulder and carried you to his room. On the way you kicked as much as you could, but it was like hitting a wall. He left you on the edge of his bed, and crouched down in front of you with his hands up, wanting you to know that he was coming in peace. “I know I owe you an apology." he looked genuinely sorry, “This morning I behaved like a dick.”. 

“Only this morning?” you mumbled, avoiding his gaze because you knew you would be unable to resist his puppy eyes. James sat down next to you and let out a low snort.

"I know I haven't been the best flatmate." Then he plopped down on the bed and his gaze was lost somewhere on the ceiling. "I have no excuse, but this is the first time I've lived with anyone after leaving the army." he confessed and it felt like that was the first time you had a real conversation. "I guess I've lost my manners."

You dropped down next to him, mirroring him. "Your manners aren't the problem, you just need to stop moaning so loudly," you chuckled to yourself and rolled onto your side to make yourself more comfortable, finding yourself face to face with James. You felt your cheeks flush, you had never seen Barnes like that before, without that armour that seemed to accompany him everywhere he went. "I'll try my best." he laughed with you. 

You let silence fall between both of you and just stared at each other. Without really knowing how, the distance between you was getting shorter, your eyes kept going back and forth from James' eyes to his lips, he seemed to notice and with a soft grin in his face he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. 

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lifeguard!bucky x reader: motel 6

my inspiration for this imagine:

dare short film

overall motel aesthetic

a oneshot that got taken down (I was quite sad so I needed to fill that void)

american dad season 10, ep. 6: this indie movie episode

the last days have been quite chaotic: you stranding in a random city cause your car broke down. luckily there was a motel close by so you checked in. it was a really nice motel, the indie summer vibes not fading away. you car still is somewhere to get fixed so you need to wait in this city till it's done. but not everything is entirely bad: you've started liking the lifeguard at the motel's pool. you went to the pool everyday, enjoying the sun and maybe also the tall man with brown shoulder length hair and azure eyes, roaming over the pool's surface to be sure that nobody drowns.

you also went to the pool at night cause it was empty, quiet and peaceful. this night though, you weren't left alone. you were currently sitting at the edge of the pool, legs in the water. you have your dirty pj on since you're a bit self conscious and also just to lazy to change or care. you actually didn't notice him at the beginning since you were caught up with your thoughts and the water moving.

"can't sleep or do you just wanna relax?", you hear a smooth, yet husky voice saying. you flinch a bit and turn around to see him. "I just like the peacefulness when no ones there", you answer with a flutter in your heart. "why are you here?" "same reason. and also cause it's nice to just go for a swim without needing to take care that no one drowns." he dives into the water smoothly. he resurfaces and drags his hand through his hair. you look at him in a somewhat dreamy gaze as you breathe in the summer night air deeply. "I never got to know your name since I got here some days ago", you say after awhile. "my name is James but call me Bucky", he answers as he swooshes around the water to stay afloat. "I'm Yami", you smile at him as you can't seem to get your eyes off of him.

you two stay quiet as you exchange smiles and laughs. he dives in the pool as you watch his every move, his muscles moving, stretching, tensing and relaxing. coming back up for air, he notices that you still look at him but you don't seem to really "be there", your head in the clouds. "something on your mind Yami?", he asks as he gets closer to investigate your face. you fall out of your dreamy trance, looking away for the first time. "actually yes, I have a lot of things on my mind currently but only one thing sticks out right now", you tell him with a bit of sadness in your eyes but also bliss and peace, the motel feeling like an escape from reality, a little break that wasn't planned. "would you mind to tell me?" he is quite close to you now, looking through wet strands of brunette hair with cerulean eyes. "do you promise me not to judge?" "I won't judge you, you can trust me doll." you grin at the nickname and take a deep breath, trying to calm down. "I have a liking for someone but they don't know. it's also quite tough since I've broken up with my boyfriend recently, sorry for getting so dark and deep." you look at the water surface as the water carefully moves around in small waves. "a boy or a girl?" he asks, interested in your problems, looking at you with soft features. "it's a boy this time. I don't know him but I would like to get to know him but I'm worried he might find me weird and creepy since one did in my past." "I understand you completely and I know what it feels like to be humiliated or feel rejected." he said with a caring face, flashing you a soft smile. you slip into the water carefully and you both swim more into the middle of the pool. "thanks for understanding and listening." you smile as you look at him. he inches closer to you.

"I noticed you sparing me glances in the course of the last days, don't think I haven't seen you daydreaming while looking at me." he smirks a bit as you look shocked, feeling embarassed by actually getting caught. you accept it though, cause you were quite bad at hiding it. "I'm sorry for that it's just...that you're quite attractive. I'm really sorry if you felt uncomfortable by that." he pulls you closer, mere inches apart, your skin touching his. "don't worry, I don't mind.", he answers as he does something you wouldn’t have expected but have dreamed of the last nights and days: he carefully leaned in and kissed you softly, his lips slightly wet. the kiss was passionate but ended to soon. he pulled away slowly, opening his eyes, his wet lashes sticking together in little traingles. you smile at him and lean your head on his shoulder. "you feel the same or was it just to make me feel better? whatever you say, it made me happier. thank you, Bucky." he chuckles and smiles at you, caressing your wet hair. "it's both" you chuckle as well, feeling hopeful for the first time in ages, the night endulging you in it's cooler (but still hot) air.

I haven't proof-read this so sorry if I have some typos in there