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arcanaebbe-theartisticwithery · 1 year

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Finished Bucky Barnes Piece

TADA!!! And here he is, all finished! I decided to use water color brushes to finish him up and some brown paper texture for the background, along with paint splashes. I kinda love it! 🥰

I’m getting back into the watercolor. Not really done it in a loooong while but I like the look of it!

I’m also planning to create my own watercolor paints soon and do some traditional works with them. I’m very excited for it!! 🥰🥰

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myfanficlibraries · 1 year

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Bucky Barnes

Alpha!Bucky

1) Alpha!Bucky Drabble by @vanillanaps

2) Heart and Soul by @all1e23 Complete Series

3) Little Red Riding Hood by @holylulusworld Dark

4) Need You Now by @angrythingstarlight Smut

5) The Start of Something New by @navybrat817 Featuring: Hal Carter Omega!Reader Ongoing Smut in later parts

Angst

1) Question by @bluehourbucky Cheating

2) Stuff of Fairy Tales by @hannibals-favourite-meal Complete Series Plus Size Reader Pregnancy Sex Pollen

3) The Ultimatum by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky Ex-Boyfriend Angst

4) Waiting on the Corner by @holylulusworld College AU

Biker!Bucky

1) Kiss Me Like You Mean It by @angrythingstarlight Fluff Implied Smut

2) Roar & Giggle by @holylulusworld Ongoing Series

Boyfriend!Bucky

1) Can You Not by @buckyalpine Exhibitionism (later parts) Reader’s Ex

2) Measurements by @invisibleanonymousmonsters Fluff Tall Reader

3) So Perfect by @bloodredwolfsbane Fluff

4) Something New by @beanthesprout Smut

5) Take the Trash Out by @splendidreads Angst Reader’s Ex

Dark

1) Make You Feel My Love by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

2) Wrong Number by @targaryenvampireslayer

Drunk!Bucky

1) Clingy by @sleepypanda27

2) Drunk Baker!Bucky by @angrythingstarlight Dirty Jokes Implied Smut

3) Drunk Bucky Drabble by @pellucid-constellations

4) Drunk Words Are Sober Truths by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

5) Guess What’s On Your Mind by @tellmealovestory Angst Insecure Reader

6) Guys Night by @teamcap4bucky Featuring: Avengers Injuries Mentions of vomit

7) I Think I Wanna Marry You by @likeahorribledream

8) Maybe Later by @lovelybarnes

9) Sober Thoughts by tropicalcap (Deactivated account)

10) You Know What Rhymes With Drunk? Sex by @seventven Implied Smut

Fairy Tale AU

1) The Unseen One by @extremelyblackandwhite Complete Series Hades!Bucky

Fluff

1) Anything to Make You Smile by @takenbypeter

2) Best Boyfriend You Never Had by @language-rxgers Fake Boyfriend Complete Series

3) Big Fan by @bubblessunshinehoney Ongoing Series

4) Happy Little Accidents by @espinosaurusrexex Veteran!Bucky

5) The Life by @hesthermay

6) Little Black Dress by @thefallenbibliophilequote Insecure Reader Plus Size Reader

7) Tall Drink of Water by @invisibleanonymousmonsters Tall Reader

8) You Are Beautiful by @holylulusworld Ongoing Series Plus Size Reader

Fuckboy!Bucky

1) Send Nudes by @bucky-barnes-diaries Implied Smut Nudity

Librarian!Bucky

1) Face Sitting by @bucky-barnes-diaries Smut

2) Once Upon a Time by @navybrat817

Mafia AU

1) A deal with Bee by @angrythingstarlight Fluff

2) Blow Sweet and Thick by @angrythingstarlight Smut

3) Owned by @jobean12-blog Smut

4) Passionate Negotiations by @targaryenvampireslayer Smut

5) Plot Twist by @winterarmyy Arranged Marriage Mini-Series Smut in later parts

6) Power Play by @late-to-the-party-81 Ongoing Series Smut Soft!Dark

7) Promise by @straywords Smut

8) Trespassing by @sebstan2020 Dark Fic

9) Your Hands On Me by @slyyywriting

10) Your Love Gets Sweeter Every Day by @povlvr Series

Omega!Bucky

1) A Touch Too Far by @angrythingstarlight

2) I Am Sorry Alpha by @bucky-boo-bear

3) Where the Shivers Won’t Find You by @heli0s-writes Alpha!Reader Smut

Series

1) Baker!Bucky by @angrythingstarlight Fluff Ongoing Series Smut

2) Keeping Me Up by @writing-for-marvel Complete Series

3) You Will be the Death of Me by @fluffysucker Angst Completed Series Ex-husband!Bucky Fluff Some Smut

Smut

1) Beard Burn by @biteofcherry Featuring: Ari Levinson

2) Fitness Pack - Bucky by @holylulusworld Personal Trainer!Bucky Plus Size Reader Smut in Part 2

3) Lumberjack!Bucky Drabble by @angrythingstarlight

4) Midsummer Night’s Dream by @jamesbuckybarnes1917

5) Overtime by @navybrat817 Featuring Jake Jensen

6) Petals by @biteofcherry Sex Pollen

7) Pluvious by @buckymorelikefuckme

8) Sleepless Nights by @kikixreverie

Soft Dark/Stalker!Bucky

1) Follow You Home by @navybrat817

2) Permission by @silver-pieces

3) Sleeping With a Friend by @rubynationwins Plus Size Reader Somnophilia

Soulmate AU

1) Heartbeat for a Biker by @definitely-a-nerd

Winter Soldier

1) Kidnapped by @buckgasms Dark Smut

2) Sleepwalking by @lanadelreyscokewhor3 Smut Soft Dark

3) Welcome Home...Soldat? by @winterarmyy Light smut

4) Winter Soldier is a Match Maker by @universitypenguin Dark/Soft Dark? Smut

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 7 months

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WYD 1

Warnings: non/dubcon and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Summary: A fan makes an offer your can't refuse.

(based on suggestion he's been overworking himself for weeks if not months. He knows he needs a break but his work is too important. Maybe what he needs is someone to take care of him so he can focus more on work. from @thezombieprostitute)

Characters: Bucky Barnes

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You can’t help but grin as you scroll through the comments. There aren’t many but those that are there give you that rush of adrenaline. More so, the interaction is great for your wallet.

As a faceless creator, your interaction is limited. You prefer the smaller community. Your might not be the most lucrative account on OnlyFans but it pays your rent, just about.

It’s the only secret you’ve ever had in your life and it’s a big one. You don’t think anyone would believe it. Not you. Not the librarian’s assistant on part-time salary in her corduroys and stuffy oversized cardigans.

It wasn't exactly an opportunity you were fond of, more of a last resort. You don’t fantasize about the men on the other side of the screen, as flattering as they can be. They have a similar sort of desperation, but the crux of it is somewhat more pitiful.

It’s the private message waiting for you that surprises you. That alone is behind a paywall, a feature many users forego when they’re only there for the quick wank. You shudder at the thought, often avoiding that reality of your side hustle.

You’re nervous to check but alone in the stacks, with not much else to do, your curiosity gets the best of you. You tap the icon and bring up the chat from BB. No profile pic, no info, just a message.

‘Are you interested in a private arrangement? 5k/week guaranteed.’

Great, a scam. You roll your eyes and close the app. Stupid. But why would someone pay for content just to try to con you. It’s a pretty big gamble.

You tuck away your phone and sigh, pacing up and down the aisle. The soft flutter of pages and stagnant silence. It’s so dull, you’d rather deal with anything else for the minimum wage and uncertain hours. Still, the freedom lets you tend to your other business.

A few minutes later, out of habit, you bring out your phone again. You linger in the blindspot of the cameras and unlock it. The app pops up as you left it. Another message.

‘Don’t leave me on read.’

The demand startles you. You should just block but you know that it’s money in your pocket. You’re not gullible, more greedy.

‘5k? Okay, sure.’

You press send and hide your phone behind your back and wander on. Your insides squirm. You’re not stupid enough to believe it. You look again at the end of the next shelf.

‘If you want more, we can negotiate. We’d have to meet to do that.’

You scoff aloud and quickly look around. There’s no one there to be disturbed. You evasively sit at one of the desk and hide behind the wooden cubicle that encloses it.

‘I’m not stupid’, you reply.

‘No, but you’re gorgeous. Pick the place. Let’s talk.’

‘Good luck finding whatever you’re looking for but it’s not with me,’ you type, skin razed and speckly.

‘I mean it.’

‘You’re not real. Your 5k is less real. Save your money and stop messaging.’

You wait, watching the screen. Your ears prick as you listen to the lull of the forgotten library. You can hear a cart rolling a few aisles back. You can’t get caught on your phone again.

A new notification blips up in the app before you can black the screen. ‘BB sent a tip’. You click it without thinking and bring up the tip; $1,000. A thousand? A message pops down and you quickly flick the chat back over the screen.

‘Believe me now?’ He challenges.

You take a breath and lock your phone, tucking it up your sleeve as you stand and turn down an aisle, passing the approaching cart as you refuse to look at the employee behind it. You go to the catalogue computer and pretend to tidy the little paper slips and pencils. You wait until the wheels squeak onward.

You slide your phone out and press your fingertip against the censor. The screen opens and the next message taunts you.

‘Give me a place and time’.

You hesitate and peek around, paranoid that others could read your mind just by looking at you.

‘Send a pic. Then I’ll meet,’ you counter.

‘You first, doll. Face for a face.’

You don’t like this and yet, you’re messaging.

‘After you,’ you insist.

No answer. You shake your head and put your phone back under your cuff. You carry on and head up the stairs to the next level. When you look at your phone again, there’s a response waiting for you.

A man with bright blue eyes and a sculpted jawline. Handsome, almost breathtakingly so. Your surprise is undergirded by your insecurity. Well, might as well send your own and let him change his mind. You scroll through your miniscule collection of selfies that don’t make you cringe and send one off.

You can’t look away as you wait. You know what’s coming. Rejection. Finally…

‘Place, time. Make sure to buy yourself something nice.”

You stare at his answer, dumbfounded. Are you really going to do this?

#bucky barnes #dark bucky barnes #dark!bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #of!reader #WYD #marvel #mcu #drabble #series #au #winter soldier #captain america

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sunflowerrosewood · 4 months

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Take a Bullet For You ~ Mafia! Bucky Barnes

Author's Note: Since my other account @cheekyredwillow got deleted. I am adding some of my favorite fanfictions to this account and revamping this one with new ones. I hope to make an actual list of fandoms I am still a fan of! NO requests for the time being.

On to the one shot! This is a mafia alternative universe

You just moved into the New York area to open your coffee shop under your apartment. You knew it was insane to move into an area where one of the roughest mafia gangs resided. The big mafia leader was named James Barnes nicknamed Bucky the Sniper. You knew all of this but continued to move in and set up shop. You didn’t think he was near.

While you were moving in, Bucky was watching from across the street with his right hand man, Steve. From what he gathered was that you were just a coffee shop owner but he still was intrigued you picked a shitty neighborhood. You seemed confident even though most of your customers would be his mafia.

“Why are we watching her?” Steve asked. “She’s not important to what we need done.”

“She’s interesting.” Bucky said.

“Oh no! Don’t get all lovey dovey on me. She wouldn’t walk two seconds in our direction.” Steve snapped.

You continued to set shop up so you could open in the next few days. You opened the shop two days later and a bulky gruff man was your customer. You figured you’d see sketchy people but not the head of the mafia game. He was wearing all black. Combat boots, leather jacket, tighter jeans.

“Good morning. How may I help you?” You asked, feeling a bit of nervousness settling in.

“Just a cup of black coffee with a spoonful of sugar ma’am.” He said as he put a $20 on the counter.

“Okay let me get your change.”

“Wait. Just keep it. You’re new, arntcha?” The guy said.

“Just moved in a few days ago. I’m Y/n. You must be Bucky the Sniper?” You said putting two and two together.

“You’re not scared?” He asked.

“At first. But you haven’t done anything to make me think worse of you.” You mentioned before pouring his cup of coffee.

“You’re definitely different. Not in a bad way of course.” Bucky said nonchalantly before taking his cup to leave. “I’ll be around Y/n.”

You watched Bucky leave the coffee shop. You knew from this moment that nothing would be the same. You did not think you’d meet the mafia leader so soon but c’est la vie I guess.

But you did not know that you had infiltrated Bucky’s head. For some reason he couldn’t get your e/c eyes filled with wonder. He couldn’t help it. Something about you attracted him. He would tell the rest of the mafia to protect you.

You wouldn’t notice this in the week. An opposing mafia team tried to kidnap you but before they could even act, Bucky’s mafia members got rid of them. What did make you question is a guy asked for your number at the shop within the same week and never called back. But Bucky was always your first and last customer.

It had been a week since this and it was a Thursday night. You were closing up shop when Bucky came in groaning.

“Oh Bucky, I was wondering when y- what happened to you?” You yelled as you heard a few more gunshots.

A blonde haired guy and a dark skinned guy came in. They were panting. The blondie looked at you.

“Do you know first aid?” He asked.

“I d-do.” You stuttered.

“Then get to work.” He snapped.

“Steve, quit scar-scaring her. Just focus on protecting us.” Bucky coughed.

“Bucky is right. She knows what to do. That other mafia will be here shortly.” The dark skinned guy snapped.

“Sam, have any of the others called?” Steve asked.

You quickly ran to the back to grab the first aid kit. As you ran back, Steve and Sam were outside with a few others. Gunshots rang out as you sat by Bucky’s side.

“I need to remove your shirt.” You said softly.

“Already undressing me sweetheart.” Bucky drawled out but took off his shirt.

“Oh shut it.” You snapped but chuckled a bit.

“Good. Keep that smile. I’ll be okay with you.” Bucky said as he placed his hand on your thigh. “After this, we are going to finally have that date.”

“Wh-what?!” You exclaimed before washing his wound.

“Don’t tell me you didn’t notice my affections.” Bucky teased as you pulled the bullet out that was lodged into his side. “Warn me next time!”

“How about not throwing surprises out?” You said as you grabbed the disinfectant. “Okay this will sting.”

Bucky hissed for a minute as you continued to clean. The gunshots slowed down and finally stopped. You helped Bucky sit up as Steve and Sam came back in.

“We told the others to go home. Do you want us to stay?” Steve asked.

“I’ll be better shortly. I still have to discuss some things with Y/n.” Bucky said as Sam cackled.

“Are you going to quit acting like a lovesick puppy?” Sam cackled. “Hell that bullet was suppose to hit her but you got in the way.”

“What?” You exclaimed.

“I guess that’s our cue to leave.” Steve said as he was pushing Sam out the door.

“So when were you going to tell me that?” You questioned as Bucky shakily stood up. He laughed softly as you saw a warm blush appear on his face.

“I guess I should explain that.” Bucky said. “I was trying not to fall for you. But when I did, the other mafias saw you as a toy or token to me.”

“So you just decided to take the bullet?”

“Aren’t we forgetting the whole “taking you on a date”? I would take any bullet for you to be safe. I have fallen for you.” Bucky explained as your face flushed with heat.

Bucky pulled you into his arms and kissed your cheek. You smiled at him and squeezed his neck for a hug.

“After you heal, you can take me on that date anytime.” You said as you felt him squeeze back.

You felt Bucky chuckle against the hold. You two broke the hug and Bucky began to leave. You felt a piece of paper in your back pocket. It was his number but before you could say anything, Bucky had left.

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luna-rainbow · 1 year

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You know that headcanon about Bucky aggressively editing Steve’s Wikipedia page? What if Steve also aggressively edits Bucky’s Wikipedia page?

One day, Wiki users noticed that under the “Controversy” section, which starts with “Barnes has been criticised for his involvement with Hydra and his stint as the Winter Soldier”, someone had added “except these people are mostly journalists out for sensationalist clout or people who have poor parsing of facts” followed by a 1700 word dissertation on why an innocent man is not responsible for the crimes of Hydra.

Then, one day an excessively detailed “Achievements” section appeared. It had once just listed Bucky’s short academic and sports and military achievements, but now also includes a bunch of obscure awards including “most memorable choral performance” awarded in elementary school which Bucky was sure was a group participation award he wouldn’t have remembered even if he didn’t have memory problems. Notably (to Bucky at least) there is an omission of "best dance", also awarded during elementary school, because it was a shared award with a girl (whose face Bucky couldn't recall but whose full name Steve could recite off the tip of his tongue on command, with a scowl).

Steve doesn’t have a social media account, but fans have learned to keep up with what’s happening in his life by checking the Bucky Barnes page periodically. Steve didn't realise he outed himself when he inconspicuously (he thought) added “Bucky Barnes was a gifted student, a terrific sportsman, a brilliant sharpshooter, a reliable leader, but also a fantastic dancer and breathtaking kisser [41]” and a keen-eyed fact-checker found out the reference was to a Steve Rogers magazine interview that was still pre-publication.

It became the fans' best known secret. Through Bucky’s Wikipedia page, particularly the “Personal Life” section, they learn about Steve moving back to NY from DC, Steve adopting a dog (and Bucky adopting a cat), Steve’s volunteer work with various charities that don’t get mentioned on his own page but is listed on Bucky’s page because he’s so happy about what Bucky is doing (with him) that he wants everyone else to know about it.

Even after Bucky starts updating Steve’s page, the two of them stay blissfully oblivious that everyone has pretty much guessed that they’re the ones editing each other’s because god forbid if you get your facts wrong you will be hit with the brick wall (ie 800 word essay) of truth.

Then one day, Bucky's "Personal Life" section was updated with a simple "Bucky Barnes is currently engaged."

The next day the headlines are all, "CAP FINALLY SET TO MARRY HIS CHILDHOOD SWEETHEART?"

Meanwhile Steve is furiously checking his own Wiki page because he and Bucky agreed to hold off updating his page until he’s made an official announcement. “How did they know???”

The watching Avengers simultaneously roll their eyes and go back to their breakfast.

#stucky #ficlet #bucky barnes #steve rogers

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petite-madame · 4 months

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Hey queen! Love your art and have been a fan for a while now.

Just a question out of curiosity: do you do art pieces/“fanarts” for fanfictions? Like, not under commissions because I see you don’t have them open atm, but for bangs or other things. And beside bangs etc, under what circumstances do you draw for fics? I’m just curious because I’ve fallen in love with your art in the life of Bucky Barnes, but I’m not really informed on whether you write your fics and draw for them too or not, or if people base their fics on your art and you just partner up with them.

Your art is kind of like my jam at the moment and I’m looking for as many stories with your art as possible.

Thanks if you’ll answer!

Hi anon ^^

Thank you so much for enjoying my art and for taking the time to contact me, it's very kind of you. 💗

Do you do art pieces/“fanarts” for fanfictions?

Oh yes, I did, tons of them! I used to collaborate A LOT between 2009 and 2015 but then :

I started The Life of Bucky Barnes in 2014, so less time for bangs, as The LoBB was extremely time-consuming

I had big health problem between 2014-2019 so less energy to do bangs (I was afraid to let authors down and not being ready for the deadline so I stopped signing up)

Everything was happening on Live Journal, I found it easy and convenient but when things started to move to Tumblr and that the sign ups + "fic grabbing" system changed (like Google drive forms and whatnot), my old ass dropped bangs entirely. My age is showing. 🤓

Anyway! If you are interested in all the collaborations I did, you'll find everything you need in THIS POST (fics + illustrations). You'll also find a download link to a big PDF with all the illustrations I did for fics from 2010 to 2017 (well, not all of them to be honest because I used to have a NSFW Live Journal account that I also used for bangs but I closed it eventually, same for my NSFW Tumblr account after the great debacle of 2017)

It's a bit different but I can also link you to THIS POST that gathers all the fics inspired by my art (I'm so grateful, you have no idea 🥳)

Under what circumstances do you draw for fics?

Two circonstances:

I sign up for a bang (because I love the ship or the theme of the bang), I see a summary that I like, I grab it and then I illustrate the fic. It can also be the other way around when it's for Reverse Bang for instance: I draw an artwork and an author grabs my art.

I collaborate with friends, fic authors that I met after years in the same fandom even if I must admit I haven't done it in ages.

I hope I answered your questions! Thanks again and have a great week🥰

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love-my-fictional-men123 · 1 month

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Bucky Barnes x y/n

Y/N's passion for history, especially the era of the 1940s, often left her longing for a time she'd never experienced. She had a particular soft spot for the tales of heroism and heartache from World War II. She never thought that her obsession with the past would lead her to a chance meeting with a man who'd lived through it all.

One crisp evening in Brooklyn, her love for bygone stories guided her to an old, quaint bookstore that seemed to call out to her. The moment she stepped inside, she was enveloped by the musty aroma of ancient pages and leather-bound chronicles. As she navigated through the labyrinth of shelves, she was drawn to a corner filled with war memoirs and letters sent from the front lines.

While she was poring over the delicate pages of a soldier's correspondence, a voice, both warm and slightly worn, broke the silence. "Those are some of the best insights into what it was like back then," the voice remarked.

She turned and found herself face-to-face with a man who seemed as if he had stepped out of one of the history books she adored. His dark hair was neatly combed back, his blue eyes carried the weight of many untold stories, and his left arm gleamed with a metallic sheen under the store's dim lighting.

"You're... You're Bucky Barnes," Y/N gasped, her heart racing as she recognized the famed war hero and former Winter Soldier.

Bucky offered a small, self-deprecating smile. "In the flesh, well, most of it anyway," he quipped, a hint of humor twinkling in his eyes as he gestured to his prosthetic arm.

Y/N let out a soft laugh, her initial shock giving way to intrigue. "I'm Y/N, a big fan of... history. Your history," she admitted, still unable to believe who she was speaking with.

"Not many people come looking for that part of my past," Bucky said, his voice carrying a note of surprise.

They settled into a cozy corner of the bookstore, each taking a seat in an armchair that had seen better days. The conversation began with a shared enthusiasm for history, but it quickly unfurled into deeper territory. Bucky spoke of his experiences with a candor that he rarely afforded others, while Y/N listened, captivated by his firsthand account.

"It's strange, but talking to you feels like I'm reconnecting with parts of myself that I thought were long gone," Bucky confessed, his gaze lingering on Y/N's attentive face.

"And you," Bucky inquired, "what drives your passion for times long past?"

Y/N shared her dreams of writing and her desire to keep the stories of the past alive for future generations. Bucky hung on every word, as if her aspirations were the most important tales he'd ever heard.

Hours slipped away as they lost themselves in conversation. It wasn't until the bookstore owner announced it was closing time that they realized how much time had passed.

Bucky, ever the gentleman, asked tentatively, "Would you maybe want to continue this over dinner?"

Y/N's heart skipped a beat. "I'd like that very much, Bucky."

They found themselves at a vintage diner, reminiscent of the era Bucky hailed from, and took a seat in a quiet booth. The conversation picked up right where it left off, this time interlaced with laughter and an ease that felt like the comfort of an old friend.

"You make the past come alive, Y/N. I feel like you were there alongside me," Bucky said, his eyes sparkling with mirth.

Flattered, Y/N replied, "You're not too shabby at storytelling yourself, Mr. Barnes."

As the evening wound down, they lingered outside the diner, neither willing to end the night. Bucky was the first to break the comfortable silence.

"There's an old dance hall from the '40s in the area. It's been fixed up a bit, but it still has that old charm. Would you... would you want to see it with me?" Bucky asked, his voice laced with a hint of hope and vulnerability.

Y/N's response was immediate, her voice filled with enthusiasm. "I'd love to, Bucky. It's like stepping into history with the perfect guide."

Their gazes met and held, a silent acknowledgment of a bond that had been formed over shared stories and a mutual understanding. With the promise of more time spent together, they parted ways for the evening, but the warmth of their connection and the promise of a dance stayed with them, hinting at the start of a beautiful journey through time and memory.

Sorry I haven’t been posting lately I been busy with work and school and stuff

Hope you like it I’ll post something tomorrow probably💕🌸💘🎧🌸💕

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x black!reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky x female reader

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vicontheinternet · 2 months

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this come up every 3-5 business months and we have to keep telling y'all grown adults that y'all are wrong

Hi I am here to remind you that tony stark was not in the right in captian America civil war and not to bring real world politics in to it but by now I'd think we'd seeing how utterly useless the un is. If Tony had cared at all to stick by the accords or if they had any repercussions at all he would’ve had to wait and go to the un and petition the un to say that there are fucking aliens attacking earth then ask them if he could stop then wait for their answer. But he doesn’t even have respect for the thing that he had a hand in making instead he played the victim and took no accountability in his part and said the avengers broke up and then said that’s why my idea for the shield around the earth was a great idea. The accords were abysmal and Tony wrote him a way out while the other members of the avengers either had to sign or retire he wrote into the accord that he was exempt so ofc he was going to peddle that thing he was going to face nothing. The only reason he was doing this was because an American mother made him feel guilty he didn’t feel guilty for the town of ppl whose were ruin he didn’t feel guilty abt Wanda’s brother and she was sleeping in avengers tower he got to see her more often then that singular woman. Tony broke the accords like 3 separate times and you want me to be on his side. Don’t get me started on Peter because y’all irondad fans are weird. Y’all want me to see the guy who canonically kidnapped a kid peter was 14 in cacw he didn’t have a passport until homecoming and Tony withheld any information from Peter so that he couldn’t make an informed decision on what happened and what team he would want to be on and Tony took a 14 year old Peter to Germany under false pretense to fight a fight that he had no business being in without informing his legal guardian that is the textbook definition kidnapping. Ppl can say team cap is wrong all they want but at least their team stayed together and respects ppls consent. Why would cap trust the un when just the last movie it was exposed that hydra was in the government. I truly believe that ppl who are team iron man throws out all logic because “bucky killed his parents” even though he was brainwashed and they beat his ass even though he started it that man is grown grown if he didn’t want to lose a fight he shouldn’t have started it. He didn’t even like his father yall get on Peter quil’s ass for his emotional reaction but that was a fucking emotional reaction and he got his ass beat. I’m sorry but his ego got him thinking he could take out Bucky Barnes who was formerly the winter soldier with his friends right next to him and thought Steve wasn’t going to do nothing. And to dispel this misconception Steve and Tony weren’t friends they were barely co workers they tolerated each other

#tony sought out general Ross and the un because he got his feelings hurt #without his team he knew abt way before the team #he waited until like 3 days before they had to sign it before he told them #he ain’t shit #anti mcu #anti tony stark #anti cacw #anti captain america civil war #long post

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hey i noticed an anon mentioned submitting a lot of arcana characters and i wanted to pop in to say that that game is a racist, fetishizing mess. not only do they have a brown character who is kept literally in chains and is a vessel for one of the writers’ thinly veiled bucky barnes slavery kink, one of the bad endings features their fantasy-jewish-coded character turning into a literal bird, not to mention his numerous bird motifs.

between asra, nadia, and julian, asra and nadia are clearly more sexualized throughout the course of the game, even when fans have asked them to tone it down and stop fetishizing their “exotic” brown characters.

the fandom is and has been historically overwhelmingly hostile to fans/people of color who try to mention these problems. fans of color trying to dissuade people from writing nadia as a step on me dommy mommy queen have been shut down by elle trying to spin it into a “women can be dommes too!” issue, when the problem is that nobody would be treating nadia like this if she was white. asra gets his paid scenes hijacked by the white LI and then is painted as the toxic one in his and julian’s relationship (of which is only there due to elle’s mlm abuse fetishization) because god forbid their favorite white boy isn’t a perpetual victim.

outside of the game itself, dana rune has run a fanzine about an incestuous fire emblem fates ship (corrin/ryoma/xander) and further information can be found at the relations_zine handle on twitter. she may have scrubbed her name from it but it’s clearly her art style lmfao, and iirc she’s still in the followers/following list on that account. elle has a long history of fetishizing mlm abuse/slavery/“yaoi” on their tumblr that they’ve since deleted, but like. i googled “elle thalassiq fetishizing mlm” and immediately found posts with thorough screenshots so it existed lmfao. and even if it didn’t, it’s very evident with how they treat asra/julian/muriel.

this is heated and not thorough, but i’d like to end this by saying that this is coming from a former fan who eventually had to leave the game and fandom altogether because of the compounded issues that were never addressed, brushed under the rug, or actively encouraged time and time again. do not play the arcana. there are better games out there. and the last i was in it, the fandom was a toxic cesspool that would attack anyone, especially fans of color, who ever voiced a dissenting opinion about anything in the game. i hold my queer media to better standards and you should too. this game does not treat dark, heavy topics with respect, it treats them as fetish fodder.

Okay, I figured something like this would hit this blog eventually. The point of this blog is not for me take a stance and say what media is good and what media is bad. I am not brushing off your concerns - that’s a whole lot of awful information, and from me posting your ask, people can make their own choice about wether they want to engage with the game or the fandom. But I am just one person, and I don’t know anything about 90% of the media that is submitted here. If I excluded every piece of media that someone said was below a standard, I wouldn’t have any media left. This blog is simply a recognition game, I’m not trying to promote these pieces of media. I’m not saying that because they have queer characters that they’re fantastic or anything like that. I’m not taking any stance on any of it, actually.

This isn’t about the quality of a media, the quality of a fandom, or the quality of the representation that a character represents. It’s just a recognition game.

I am not going to get into any of these debates myself, since I know almost nothing about most fandoms here, but if you have serious concerns with a particular media posted here, send in an ask like this detailing the problems and I will post it, so that people looking at this blog can see valid criticisms before diving into a new piece of media.

As a further note, racist and antisemetic comments or tags on any post will be blocked on sight.

I will tag all asks like this with “media critical”.

#the arcana #racism #antisemitism #homophobia #Media critical #asks #not a poll #Important update in the comments

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Flash Forward - Part 1, Chapter 29 - Eyes of the Father

Summary: Set in the future, Tom brings his college girlfriend home for Thanksgiving. She’s worried about whether she’s enough to fit into the family of the famous Avenger Bucky Barnes and author, L.C. Chapman.

Length: 5.9 K

Characters: Tom Barnes, Raina (his girlfriend), Lacey Barnes, Bucky Barnes, Laura Barnes (daughter), Steve Barnes (son).

Warnings: Mostly feelings of inadequacy on Raina’s part, some frank talk about sexuality.

Author’s notes: Yes, it’s happy Bucky, settled into his home with his wife and family. If you haven't already and have a Wattpad account, please read His Blue Eyes, written as L.C. Chapman, her fictional account of her love affair with Bucky then losing him and finding love again. I worked hard on it as part of this story and her character. My username there is SJSmith56.

<<Chapter 28

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10 years later, Thanksgiving 2036

Putting the duvet on and fluffing the pillows up on the bed was the last thing Lacey needed to do to prepare Tom's room for him and his girlfriend, Raina. When he made his weekly video call several weeks before to say that she was coming for Thanksgiving weekend and that he planned to propose he also asked Lacey to redo his room into something more adult. Gone were the motorcycle posters, model airplanes and cars, and the skin magazines that she found still in the bottom drawer of his night stand. He never did find a new place for them after she first found them when he was a teenager. All he asked was that it show he was a grown up, stable, and ready for commitment.

"Are you sure she's the one you want to commit to?" Bucky had asked during that same call. "Twenty-one is awfully young. I was definitely not looking for marriage when I was that age."

"Dad, I don't even look at anyone else," replied Tom. "They don't interest me. When I was playing the field, and you know I was as soon as I got to college, most were interested in me because of my package. Raina and I talked all night about so many different things when we first met at the junior year mixer. We didn't even sleep together until our fifth date."

Bucky recalled a similar video call the previous year when Tom had told them about meeting this amazing girl. This conversation sounded even more sure than that one.

"That's when you told her you're a super soldier?"

"Yeah, on the fifth date," smiled Tom. "I jumped off a three story building to prove it, scared the shit out of her, and then we had incredible sex. Best I ever had. If that doesn't say she's the one ... then what does?"

Lacey looked at Bucky in her pragmatic way. "He's got a point," she said. "Didn't Bruce say the serum locks in on the mate when it recognizes the best emotional, physical, and sexual fit?"

"Okay, I'll repaint your room," said Bucky. "What colours are you looking at?"

"Masculine, like navy blue and light grey trim. But something that will appeal to a woman. Make it look grown up. I just want her to believe that I'm ready to commit because I am."

Since Tom's very first time telling them about Raina, they talked with her on subsequent video calls. She recognized Lacey on the first call, turning to Tom and asking why he hadn't told her that his mother was L.C. Chapman. He handled it well, saying that he kept much of his home life hidden, wanting people to like him for his own qualities. When she squeezed his hand in response Lacey smiled at the gesture. Raina was the oldest of three daughters and her father, Edward Harrison, was a huge Howling Commandos fan. At the time she told them Bucky had inwardly groaned. Some of those fans were over the top with their fascination with the minutiae of the various missions. It must have shown on Bucky's face because she assured him her dad wasn't like that. As a veteran himself he knew that Bucky just did his duty. He was a fan of those old missions in the same way other veterans were fans of D-Day, or the Battle of the Bulge. As she rolled off the names of other campaigns, he grasped Lacey's hand and turned to her with a brief smile. Raina knew her history.

Lacey looked at the time and double checked the bathroom, making sure it was stocked with soap, shampoo and assorted bath products. Quickly she checked the nightstand to make sure there was a box of condoms in there. She wondered if the couple would be brave enough to have sex under their roof but she was sure once Tom told her about the soundproofing it wouldn't be an issue.

It was the soundproofing that prevented her from hearing the couple arrive. She only heard them when she came out of the bedroom and heard Sarge bark. She went to the top of the stairs and listened first, to hear how her other children, Laura and Steve, handled meeting their brother's girlfriend. Steve, a blond like Lacey, ran up and jumped into Tom's arms, followed by barks from their black Labrador dog, Sarge, a gift from the enlisted men at the Avengers compound on Bucky's 115th birthday, four years previously.

"It's about time, jerk," said the boy. "What took you so long?"

Tom laughed. "This is my brother Steve," he said to Lacey. "As you can see, he has good manners."

"Sorry," replied the younger boy. "I'm Steve and I'm ten and a half years old. Don't arm wrestle with me because I'm a super soldier and can break your arm because I still don't know my own strength. Better?"

"Better," replied Tom. "This is Raina, my girlfriend. This nice dog here is Sarge."

There was a loud kissing sound and Lacey just knew it was Laura, who had walked up to the couple. "Cut it out," said Tom with a hint of annoyance. "Raina, this is Laura, almost twelve years old, another super soldier, and ready to inflict herself onto the world when she becomes a teenager."

"Hi," said Raina, to both siblings. "Are there any more?"

"No," said Lacey loudly as she came down the stairs with her hand outstretched. "Hi Raina, I'm Lacey, Tom's mother. It's nice to finally meet you in person. After Steve, I thought the world had enough Barnes children to deal with. Tommy was easy to raise because he was the only super soldier baby for ten years, then I had these two in a year and a half and they were a handful. I didn't publish a single thing during that time. Come on, and I'll show you to your room. You two can freshen up."

Tom put Steve down, following his mother and Raina up the stairs with their bags in hand. Lacey told her about the farmhouse and the renovations they had done on it since moving in 12 years before.

"We're having roast beef for dinner, Raina," she said as they walked down the hallway. "Are you okay with eating meat? Super soldiers need animal protein. Vegetarian protein just doesn't do it for them."

"Yeah, I eat meat," she replied. "We don't have it often, but I enjoy it when we do."

At the far end of the hallway Lacey opened a door and Raina gasped at the room. A large queen sized bed with plush looking bedding covering it was against the far wall, with a nightstand on each side. A fireplace was on the side wall, with two armchairs framing it. Lacey opened the door to the ensuite, pointing out the bathtub could fit both of them easily. She smiled at Raina's blush then kissed Tom on the cheek. He looked at his mother mouthing a big "Thank you." She left the couple there alone.

"She's okay with us sharing the room?" asked Raina. "She doesn't mind if we have sex?"

"Yeah, she's cool, so's my dad," replied Tom.

"You never said anything when my parents put you in the spare room."

"It was no big deal," said Tom. "We don't have to do anything you're not comfortable doing while we're here but if you are up for it the rooms are soundproofed. My parents can be loud."

"How is it I know so little about you?" asked Raina, putting her arms around Tom.

"I'm not one to tell stories," he said, kissing her firmly. "That's my mom's thing. I'm sure she'll bring something up when you have some alone time."

After putting their things away, they both walked back downstairs to the family room where Steve and Laura were playing a video game. The siblings looked very good at it and Raina reminded herself not to challenge them to a match. From there they went to the kitchen where Lacey was checking a very large roast. Lacey wasn't kidding about the meat thing. Raina had never seen a roast that big. Lacey noticed the look.

"We're having other company for the weekend and the first family is arriving before dinner," she said. "Sam, Maria and the kids."

"Nice," said Tom. "You'll like them. Sam is my Dad's best friend and Captain America. Maria was with SHIELD for many years then the Avengers when they reformed."

Raina smiled at him then turned to Lacey. "Can I help you with anything?" she asked. "I'm not much of a cook but I can do simple stuff."

Lacey pushed a head of lettuce over to Raina to break apart, then slid a salad bowl close by. "So Raina, what do you do for fun?

"Not much," she replied. "Really, I'm just a big computer nerd. I read a lot. I loved your book His Blue Eyes and your non-fiction book on human trafficking was an eye opener."

"So was being trafficked," stated Lacey. "Did you see the movie His Blue Eyes?"

"Yeah, it was okay, could have been better," she said. "I thought they focussed too much on the first part of the book and they didn't even include much of the pregnancy in the movie, which took a lot of the drama away. They could have done a better job of capturing the sense of loneliness and longing that was between the two characters, although I liked the casting of their friends and how their initial meeting changed everyone's lives. Plus they totally downplayed the second part of the book. I liked that love story as much as the one in the first part of the book."

Lacey looked at the young woman with a big smile. "Thank you for being honest. I felt much the same about it. My intent was to go for the same feeling as in Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen when Marianne is jilted by Willoughby. I wanted a similar sense of loss after Lauren learned what happened to John. But you just knew Marianne would fall in love with Colonel Brandon because he was the one who would help heal her broken heart and treat her right."

"Jane Austen is one of my favourite writers," exclaimed Raina excitedly. "She could capture a moment in just a word or a look between characters. I wish I could write like that." She pulled the lettuce apart with her fingers. "I like being transported to other worlds, but I don't know how to create them."

"Fair enough," said Lacey, smiling. "I wish I could write as well as her myself." She looked at Tom for a moment and he shrugged, indicating it was her choice to say more. "You know, His Blue Eyes is semi-autobiographical, at least the first part is although Jack also has aspects of Bucky in him. I had just started writing it when Bucky became one of the decimated. Thought he was gone forever. I changed much of it and all of the names but it became my fictional story of meeting him, spending the night with him, then I debated about whether to add being on my own with a baby. I'm glad I did because TJ is Tom and he was my whole life for almost ten years. The rest of the second part is pretty much all fiction because what's the point of writing a love story if the heroine doesn't find love again?"

Raina looked at her with something approaching awe. "Wow, I never would have thought that," she said finally. "It's a great story on its own." She thought for a moment. "So, you're saying Nash has a counterpart in real life? And Sawyer? Who is a made-up character?"

"Jack is made up but he's also kind of a different looking version of John Boyd, because I couldn't see Lauren falling in love with someone that didn't have the same qualities as John," replied Lacey. "The Greeks are all made up, as are two of John's sisters, but pretty much everyone else has a counterpart in real life, although I changed the back stories of many of them, to fit the character."

Before Raina could respond the front door opened and Bucky walked in. He put his briefcase and jacket on a chair, pet Sarge, kissed Lacey affectionately, and hugged Tom, who had come around the kitchen island, then kissed him on the cheek. Raina almost fell over with how handsome he was in person. Tom took after him, especially in the eyes, although his colouring was lighter but Bucky was next level, movie star handsome. She wondered if Tom would be that handsome in twenty years.

"Dad, this is Raina," he said. "This is my dad, Bucky Barnes."

"Welcome, Raina," said Bucky, extending his right hand. "It's nice to finally meet you in person. Thank you for spending Thanksgiving with us. I hope your parents are okay with it?"

"Yeah, it was no problem," she replied.

"Has Tom shown you around yet?"

"No, do we have time to go for a walk before dinner?" he asked his mother, who looked at the clock, nodding.

Tom ran up to get their jackets and helped Raina on with hers then took her outside. Sarge went with them. Bucky looked at Lacey.

"Well?" he asked. "Does she measure up?"

"I think so," she replied. "I get the feeling Tom hasn't told her a lot about us, except for you. She's a reader, so that's good. She loves the book. I had just told her about it being about us before you came in."

"He's pretty sure about her based on his calls," said Bucky, picking up and eating a piece of green pepper that Lacey was chopping for the salad. He put his arms around her, and this time gave her a proper kiss, with a full embrace that included some intimate caressing. "Everything ready for everyone?"

She nodded. "Sam, Maria and the kids will be here in time for dinner, Clint, Laura, and Nathaniel, late tomorrow morning, Terry, Sarah and the boys on Friday," she stated. "Nancy sends her regrets, again. Did you ask Bruce?"

Bucky nodded then shook his head. "He declined, said he had some important experiments he wanted to work on. I worry about him. He's too isolated sometimes which I understand but it really is better to be with people. I'll call again tomorrow and see if he'll come for dinner, at least."

Lacey squeezed her husband around the waist. Even though there was no give due to his minimal body fat she knew he liked it, as it comforted him. They both looked out the window as Tom and Raina appeared in the yard, hand in hand at first, heading towards the lake on their property. Tom threw a stick for Sarge to chase as they watched.

"They have 200 acres here," said Tom, petting Sarge every time he brought the stick back. "There's a lake, where we're headed now, and a woodlands that is uncut, except for deadfall that we pull out for firewood. No hunters allowed. A few years ago a couple of guys snuck into the woodlands and began firing at some deer there. My Dad ran there in minutes, grabbed their guns and broke them, right in front of them. They threatened to sue him until he took his left glove off and they realized who he was. They took off running and Dad threw the pieces of their guns at them, almost hitting their trucks from a mile away."

"Wait, your dad doesn't have guns here?" she asked.

"No, they're kept at the armoury on the compound," replied Tom. "To him, they're just tools, meant for a mission or to kill and he doesn't kill. When I was learning to shoot he took me to the compound, to the shooting range there. Talk about tough. He took me through the entire firearms training course. The way he explained it was that owning a gun was a responsibility and that it should be used in the line of duty first, to hunt second, and to protect your family third. Since we're super soldiers he reasoned that we didn't need them to protect our family and he doesn't hunt."

As he spoke, they approached the lake and Raina gasped at how beautiful it was. Tom threw the stick into the mirrored surface of the lake and Sarge jumped in to get it, swimming back with it in his mouth. Before he could shake off the water Tom threw the stick again and pulled Raina away to higher ground.

"You should see it in September and October when the sugar maples are red," said Tom. "It's just glorious. I love this place, truly love it. In the spring my parents tap the maples for the sap and make their own maple syrup. There's a little sugar shack on the other side of the lake. It's good stuff."

She looked up at Tom, seeing the tenderness on his face as he looked out over the lake. "Do you think you'll move back here after graduation?" she asked.

"I want to," he said, turning to her. "That's partly why I brought you here so I could ask you something." He faced her and took her hands in his. "We've been dating for a year and I'm so in love with you. I've never made it a secret that I want to be an Avenger after graduation. We can live anywhere in the country but we're on call 24/7. It would be hard leaving you in another city when I'm called in. If we lived here, it wouldn't be easy sometimes, but I think you're strong enough to be at my side if we got married. I was thinking of asking my parents if they would subdivide the property, so we have our own bit of land to build a house on. It could be at the other end, so we have privacy. It will be close to the compound so I would be home most days except when I'm on a mission. With your computer skills there's lots of jobs within driving distance as several technology companies have their headquarters close by. You might even be able to get a technology job at the compound if you want. Shit, I meant to kneel at this point."

Sarge came up to him with the stick and he threw it in another direction then told the dog to go home. He got down on one knee and pulled a ring box out of his jacket pocket, opening it to her.

"Marry me, Raina," he said softly. "You are the love of my life and I don't want to be apart from you. Be my wife, please."

She looked at the ring then at Tom's bright blue eyes. His dark brown hair with golden highlights was lighter than his father's and he wasn't as muscular, but Tom said he would bulk up once he began training seriously, which he would do as an Avenger. The super soldier serum naturally running through him had already made him stronger, faster, and healthier than other men. Seeing how his father looked at his mother she believed that he would be faithful just to her.

She was surprised when they met at the junior mixer the previous year at how much of a gentleman he was considering his reputation. He had bedded a lot of women, and a few guys, according to the rumours. He didn't brag about it either as it was always those he slept with that talked about him. He didn't even try to seduce her that first time. Considering what she heard about how sexually active he was she was surprised when they went on a second, third, and fourth date without him going past kissing and some mild grinding over the clothes. On the fifth date he told her about being the son of super soldier Bucky Barnes, and that he had inherited his father's abilities. At first she didn't believe it, even though he did resemble the famous Avenger, especially in the eyes. Then he climbed up on the outside of the three story library, one of several on campus, and stood at the top before leaping off and landing cleanly on the ground, his bent legs taking the force of the landing before standing up. She screamed when he jumped then he straightened up and walked to just in front of her taking her face in his hands, kissing her fiercely. She knew then he was the one for her. They went straight to his apartment where the other rumours of his endowment were confirmed. They had mind blowing sex, both coming so many times that she lost count. He wore a condom for each encounter, explaining he wanted her to trust his integrity. They stayed in bed the whole following day, having food, lots of food, delivered so they could just eat, talk, laugh, kiss, and make more love. It was the most incredible night and day of her life. In the year they had been dating since she never caught him even looking at anyone else. All of that played through her mind in the short moment before she smiled, leaned over, and kissed Tom lovingly on the lips.

"Yes, I'll marry you."

She placed the ring on her finger and Tom picked her up in his arms, easily lifting her above his head, before lowering her gently and kissing her again. On the way back to the farmhouse he was almost giddy with excitement and she had to admit she liked seeing this side of him. They stopped at the barn where Sarge was sniffing around and he opened up one of the doors to the bleating of several goats, and the neighing of a few horses. She looked at him with a smile.

"You have farm animals as well?" she asked.

"My Dad is also a goat farmer," said Tom. "He learned how to raise them when he lived in Wakanda for a time. He makes goat cheese and sells it at the local farmer's markets. The people that buy it don't know it's his product but it's in demand. The horses are for us to ride, and to drag the deadfall out from the woodlands so we can cut it for firewood. We can go for a ride out there tomorrow or Friday and explore it. We have chickens as well; always need fresh eggs."

They left the barn, calling the dog, and went up the steps to the deck. A large dog towel was on the deck and Tom roughly dried Sarge with it, bringing a huge smile to the dog's face. Then he opened the door, letting all of them in. Lacey and Bucky were still in the kitchen, preparing dinner and they looked at the young couple, expectantly.

"She said yes," announced Tom and the older couple came out from behind the large kitchen island, hugging their son and Raina.

Even Steve and Laura came from the family room, offering their congratulations. As they held hands, taking in the congratulations Raina couldn't help but feel she was part of something good.

"I better call my parents," she said, then she looked at Tom. "Did you talk to them already?"

He coloured. "I might have said something about my plans," he replied. "Let's go make that call."

"Raina, tell your parents to expect an invite soon," said Bucky, interrupting them before they went up. "We'd love to have them visit us here."

"I will," she replied, then ran up the stairs with Tom to their room.

Sam Wilson and Maria Hill-Wilson arrived about twenty minutes later, bringing their two, Paul and Darlene. Just like Tom, they knocked then walked right in, knowing they were family to the inhabitants. Tom and Raina finished talking with Raina's parents and he led her downstairs to meet Captain America. Sam opened his arms to the young man.

"There he is," he boomed. "The next Captain America if I have anything to say about it."

Tom blushed but Raina looked at him in an entirely new light. She was learning all sorts of things about her now fiancé.

"We'll see," replied Tom. "Sam, Maria, this is my fiancée, Raina. I just asked her about an hour ago and she said yes."

The couple both hugged Tom enthusiastically and hugged Raina as well. "He's a fine man," said Maria to Raina, looking fondly at him. "I know you'll both be very happy."

Lacey told the couple which bedroom they were assigned. All the kids were being bunked in the media room, camp out style. It had become a tradition no matter which house they stayed at.

"That comes from our wedding," said Lacey to Raina, as she cut the last of the roast into slices and put them on the serving plate. "We got married on a farm and had RVs and glamping tents set up for the guests. The kids took over one of the tents and had a blast. Ever since, they all do it, once they're old enough, of course."

Bucky delegated himself, Sam and Tom to set the table, and sent the kids out to get firewood for the fireplace. Lacey and Maria bustled around getting the food ready to serve. Raina offered to help but Lacey wouldn't hear of it.

"You're our guest, this time," she said. "Next time, we'll make you work."

Within minutes everything was set out and everyone picked out a seat at the large table which was obviously custom made. Tom noticed Raina looking at it.

"Dad and I made that a couple of years ago," he said. "We had a thunderstorm and one of the taller maple trees was hit so we cut it down and took it to a private sawmill to get it sawn into boards and sanded. He likes to keep busy and I guess it kind of rubbed off on me."

Raina became slightly overwhelmed, excused herself, and left the table, going out onto the deck. Tom followed her and stood next to her in front of the railing. He didn't say anything, instead letting her come up with her thoughts on her own.

"Why do you love me?" she asked, looking out over the landscape. "It looks like you're all such super achievers, building your own furniture, raising goats, making cheese, cutting your own wood, being an author, being an Avenger.... How do I fit in to this family? I have no hobbies, no skills except with computers."

"It's not a competition," replied Tom gently. "Dad grew up in the Depression, working the docks to help his family make ends meet, then to raise his own funds for college which was interrupted by World War II. Mom moved to a farm when she was pregnant with me and learned all about farming because she felt obligated to contribute to the family that took her in. They're both just hard workers that like the feeling they get when they do something with their hands. Marrying me is marrying my family, and the Avengers because they really are family, and that means they'll love all of you because you're you. You're important to me because you make me feel ... special, and wanted, and like I matter, the me inside. I don't want a perfect Stepford wife. I want a wife that will grow with me, that will make mistakes just like I will but will learn from them, that will be an equal partner for the rest of our lives and I believe that woman is you."

He leaned forward on his elbows, resting them on the top of the railing then he turned his face to her.

"You're also great in bed."

"So are you, dammit."

He kissed her passionately and ran his hands through her hair before hugging her again and turning her back to the house with his arm around her. No one said anything but Bucky looked at Tom, giving him a subtle raised eyebrow. Tom just smiled and nodded. Nothing was said during dinner or afterwards about the moment.

The following morning Sam, Tom, and Bucky went for a run so Lacey asked Raina and Maria if they wanted to get eggs from the chickens. Lacey opened the barn up, letting the goats out into their large enclosure, then the horses into their bigger paddock, putting feed out for all of them. They watched the baby goats for a while, laughing at their antics then went to the large chicken coop, followed by Sarge but he had to stay outside as he tended to chase the chickens. As the kids scattered feed over the ground the women went inside the henhouse and Lacey told Raina that although most of the chickens laid eggs in the nesting boxes they still had to look underneath the boxes in case any were laid there. Sure enough she found several. All told they had about 20 eggs.

"Bucky eats three eggs every day," said Lacey, as they watched the baby goats again, "and bacon, sausages, and hash browns. You've probably already noticed Tommy has a big appetite. Super soldiers need about 10,000 calories a day. There is a supplement they can take on missions, but Bucky really doesn't like it."

"It doesn't affect his cholesterol or anything?" asked Raina.

"Nope," replied Lacey. "Bucky has about 10% body fat, and the heart of a 25-year-old, the last time he was checked. He doesn't get colds or the flu. It's disgusting really. I still have to watch my weight, but he says he likes that I have extra curves for making love. They're always horny, I'm warning you right now. You have slept together before coming here, right?" She asked even though she already knew they had.

Lacey blushed. She hadn't even had this conversation with her own mother. "Um, yeah," she replied in a hushed voice.

"We're open about sexuality in this house," said Lacey. "Tommy inherited certain attributes from his father, which I'm sure you've noticed. It was difficult for him at first, when he reached puberty. He felt like a freak for a while. Bucky talked to him a lot about not being ashamed of his body. When he got older he talked to Tommy about how to please a woman. I hope that you've been satisfied."

Raina smiled shyly, then nodded, and Lacey patted her shoulder, satisfied with the response. Maria said nothing but she did smile, having heard it all before. They came away from the chicken coop and walked to the house with their bounty. Both older women began making bacon and sausages for everyone, laying them out on baking sheets lined with parchment paper. Lacey quickly peeled and parboiled some potatoes. The three men returned, Sam wheezing a little, while Bucky and Tom looked fresh. Quickly running up to their rooms they all showered and were back in minutes to help make breakfast. Bucky diced the parboiled potatoes, onions, and peppers for the hash brown potatoes; the knife work was so fast that Raina couldn't keep up. He heated up some oil in a large frying pan and threw everything in, distributing it evenly on low heat. Tom handled the toast, while Sam handled the eggs, starting with scrambled. Raina watched, fascinated as the two couples and Tom worked around each other as if they had always done it.

"Barton going to make it for breakfast?" asked Sam.

"No, for lunch," replied Lacey. She noticed Raina watching them. "We've done this so often that it's like we're all short order cooks in a diner. Wait until you taste Sam's jambalaya. It's perfection."

He smiled broadly. "Do you cook?" he asked Raina. "Food is very important for an Avenger, all Avengers, not just these calorie gobbling super soldiers."

"I've helped my mom at Thanksgiving and Christmas but I have to admit I haven't done much in the kitchen," she replied. "My Mom's kind of particular about who she allows in her kitchen."

He looked at her shocked. "That's terrible," he said. "I was helping my Titi when I was 5 or 6, cooking for the family by the time I was ten. I'm going to have to show you some things. Come here, girl."

Raina walked to his side and he looked at her. "Now, these are going to be scrambled eggs," he said, to her droll face. "Okay, I'm being condescending on purpose but all you have to do to get the perfect scrambled egg is to whisk 4 eggs at a time with some milk." He handed her the whisk and watched as she incorporated some air into them. "Set the pan on medium low heat, with about two tablespoons of butter. Don't use margarine and don't worry about using the butter. It's more natural, being churned cream, with a bit of salt, right? Let the butter melt completely. Now pour the eggs into the pan and let them sit there for a couple of minutes so that they start cooking."

He got a silicone spatula from a drawer, tentatively inserting it into the mixture.

"Now, when it starts to cook, you're going to draw in the cooked parts from the side to the middle and lift the edge of the pan so that the uncooked egg moves into that spot," he said, handing the spatula to her. Watching her intently, he gave her encouragement. "This is how you make an omelet as well, but the difference between the two is that when you don't have any more uncooked egg you start breaking up the cooked egg into clumps. That makes it scrambled. With an omelet you add the filling then fold it over on itself and slide it out of the pan." Raina did as he told her. "You see how they are soft but there's no uncooked egg anymore? That's when you plate it as they will continue to cook a little on the plate." He watched as she transferred the eggs into a large serving dish, scraping them all out. "Outstanding! You've just had your first cooking lesson."

She looked at Sam, beaming and saw Tom watching her softly. "Thank you," she said. "You'll have to teach me some more before this weekend is over. You made it seem easy."

Sitting back at her spot on the other side of the island she smiled at Tom and could see what he meant. It wasn't just his family she would be marrying into, it would be the Avengers family. If they were anything like Sam, she felt good about her prospects of fitting in.

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Silhouettes In the Spotlight - Bucky Barnes - Eight

Summary: Bucky Barnes has worked immensely hard to have a filmography expanding across genres and garnering accolades from critics, peers and fans. Y/N Y/L/N, with her debut novel (fan-fiction turned New York Times Bestseller) has two other best sellers under her belt. Next is her highly anticipated fourth book lined up for release. SHEILD Productions has acquired the film rights to her debut novel and they want Bucky Barnes to play the lead (aka himself) by any means necessary. This story is about angst, lust, heartbreak, and love. After all fairytales only exist in books and movies right?

Warnings: angst, fluff, swearing, fake PR relationship mentioned, swearing, dolores is a bitch, allusions to the reader receiving hate online for her books not explicitly described, making out, angst, steve is well steve, jealous bucky.

Pairing: Actor!Bucky Barnes x Plus Size!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4.8k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics

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Chapter Seven || Chapter Nine

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EXCLUSIVE! Behind The Scenes Pictures From The Set Of Bucky Barnes and Steve Roger’s New Movie.

Bucky Barnes Unrecognisable Without His Bionic Arm!

Author Y/N Resorts To Sharing Poetry On Her Account. Will Her Book See The Light Of Day?

Dolores and Steve Spotted At Restaurant Is She Going To Be The One That Gets The Best Friends Back Together? We Miss Our Golden Boys.

Uh Oh Early Call Time And Shoot Delayed Yet Again Because Starlet Is Sleeping Crew Says Money Is Being Burned.

Natasha Romanoff prides herself on several attributes, patience might just be the one she loses today. It’s the nineth day of shooting and Dolores is still not getting out of the damned trailer at the required times. She tosses the script harshly onto the fold out table.

“Will someone check on little miss starlet?” Natasha rubs her temples.

The crew is already on eggshells because of Dolores and her tantrums.

Yesterday they had to shut down production because Dolores did not like the simple outfit. Demanding only designer pieces to be shown and worn by her. Another alteration to the original Doll characterisation.

You almost crushed the designer scarf the wardrobe team was trying to get approved by the producers. Hell you almost threw a fit, but you knew you had to shut up. Bucky’s eyes widened comically when he noticed your anger as you stormed past him. He almost expected your wrath. You two had hardly spoken unless it was related to work over the past month. Every time you wanted to, another article would pop up with him and Dolores.

You wouldn’t get between two people.

Bucky watched you from his marked places on set, the way you would smile when he did the scene as you had imagined, the little laughter he took notice between takes you gave, the way you were kind to the crew. Even if you were irritated you’d leave the set, walking away calming down then returning. Natasha started doing the same, followed by Ace.

The three of you began having almost communal meetings at the spot.

Bucky walks towards Natasha. Today they were supposed to be shooting the scenes where the friendship between Rhys and Doll bloomed, it was going to be sped up to show the passage of time but they needed the footage.

“Nat, look they’ll get her out.” Bucky offers empty words. He knows Dolores, they all do.

“Shouldn’t you try to get her out.” Nat raises her brow, “Girlfriend and all?”

Bucky gives her an irritated look. Nat lets out a small laugh.

“Ugh, what if we shoot your scenes? With someone else saying her lines?” Natasha looks around for Maria and Nick. Spotting them she saunters over with Bucky trailing behind.

“Listen, I’m not wasting another day behind these childish tantrums. I don’t care whose dick she sucks.” Natasha warns, you look up from your laptop hearing her words. You offer an apologetic look. Your eyes flicker to Bucky, he’s not looking at Nick and Maria.

He’s staring right at you.

Blue eyes piercing into yours, his words to your from the elevator echo silently between the two of you.

“Y/N?”

You blink and turn to the source of voice.

“Y/N?” Nick questions again, looking between Bucky and you.

“Yeah, sorry spaced out for a minute.” You try to brush it off, “The leak and everything has put a lot on my plate.”

“Could you run the lines with Bucky?” He requests.

“Um, as in on camera?” You look at the three of them confused.

“The camera would be on Bucky, you’d sit where Dolores has to sit and say her lines. We’d only be filming Bucky.” Natasha explains, her green hopeful eyes, pleading.

“You can read it from the iPad too, it’s alright.” Bucky adds.

“I, well okay, if it saves the crew time and energy.” You shrug, dwelling on the leaked chapters thing wasn’t doing you any good. You suspect SHEILD had something to do with it but didn’t verbalise anything.

Steve had been sympathetic, rushing to your home within half hour of the news breaking. Then consistently visiting for his character work instead of it being hosted at SHEILD or BW. Bucky had sent messages and emails, you read them but did not bother responding. The way he left things had you wonder if you had come between Dolores and him.

Your stomach twists, you hate the feeling on anxiety that swoops over.

“Alright, Y/N just sit there, you will be able to see Bucky through the glass, we’re giving you both computers with stands they are dummy ones so you will just have a transparent screen.” Natasha explains, the cinematographer, Wanda Maximoff steps in as well making placement adjustments.

They hide your iPad discreetly, wanting B-Roll for Dolores’ side of the screen to edit later. Bucky takes his place opposite to you. Waving, you shake your head giving a bemused grin.

“You’re going to do well.” He encourages.

“Hope so.” You rolls your shoulders.

“Alright, can we get lights, camera, action.” Natasha calls, the clapperboard resounds.

“Doll, did you watch the episode yet?” Bucky looks at you through the glass, smiling. You look down at the iPad, then back up.

“Not yet, this next exam is killing me and if I procrastinate anymore I’m going to flunk.” You sigh, picking up the pen from the side and playing with it between your fingers.

“You aren’t flunking, we’ve established you’re smart.” Bucky shakes his head.

“How exactly have we established that Sergeant Bass?” You chuckle as he blushes.

“Should not have told you my ranking.” He grumbles.

“Why not? It suits you. Sergeant Bass, Special Ops — Sniper trained.” you enunciate each word with opening and closing your palms.

Natasha shares a look with Wanda, “Cut!”

Bucky curiously looks at the duo,

“We want to run that scene again, a little more conversation, go off track if required.” Nat assures, Wanda asks another camera person, taking over the camera and setting it towards you.

“B roll,” Wanda shrugs, knowing you’d get nervous and fumble.

“Alright from the top.” The instructions ring out.

“Did you watch the episode yet, Doll?” Bucky questions, you shake your head.

“Not yet, preparing for this exam is killing me and if I procrastinate anymore I’m going to flunk.”you sigh picking up the pen and playing with it again.

“You aren’t flunking we’ve already established you’re smart.” Bucky chuckles when you narrow your eyes at him, not buying his words.

“How have we established that Sergeant Bass?”

He gazes away embarrassed, pink dusting his cheeks, “Should not have told you my ranking.” He shakes his head.

“Why not? Sergeant Bass, Special Ops — Sniper Trained.” You repeat the gesture.

Bucky chuckles, “Well we have established you are smart because I’ve read your papers, the ones you sent, also given the fact that you have a brilliant mind and way of thinking.”

“Rhys…” you trail off, your own cheeks heating.

Bucky meets your eyes through the glass, you look up at him.

He has a smile on his features that prompts your own smile.

“Cut!” Natasha’s voice pulls the two of you back into reality.

“That was good, now can we have a change of clothes? To show the time passing.” Natasha requests.

You stand to return to the producer table, Bucky grabs your arm.

“You did good.” He says, you look down at his hand, then back up at him.

“Thank you, you did too.” You smile.

“Can, could we please talk?” He requests.

Your grin fades, “I,”

“Y/N? We need to go over this next shot, Bucky head to change please.” Nat interrupts, Bucky leaves, you move towards her.

“That was good work, you never contemplated acting?” Nat wonders a smile on her features.

You snort, “Right, this industry is cut throat and I don’t have the mental capacity to deal with the hate I already get.”

“You get hate?” She seems baffled.

“Not everyone likes my books then they take it out on attacking me.” You shrug.

“I didn’t think it would happen to authors…” Nat trails off.

She’s called to the side by the assistant directors and Wanda.

Bucky returns clothes changed, the clocks on the set are changed. Popcorn bowls are placed. Bucky steals one off of the bowl when he thinks no one is looking.

“I saw that.” You tease, he chews shrugging, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” he says going for another handful.

Your eyes fall to his left shoulder.

“It didn’t bother me, I thought it would.” He admits.

“I’m glad.” You say honestly.

“Popcorn?” He offers, the ones in his palm you take two pieces he eats the remaining. You laugh.

“Stop eating the props.” Natasha calls you both out.

You and Bucky turn, “We didn’t eat anything.” He says.

“Yes no buttery goodness eaten here.” You lie.

Nat raises a brow you scurry to your side as Bucky just laughs.

“You have to admit your feelings.” Loki tells Bucky.

“Its going to ruin the friendship. Ruin what the two of us have.” Bucky declares.

Loki rolls his eyes, “Rhys, come on this is her, I see how you smile when you play online games or binge watch something with her.”

“Levi, I don’t want to fuck it up besides she won’t feel the same way.” Loki scoffs, “I’ve read her replies and heard her flirt back, I’m telling you she likes you more than a friend. Those little stolen looks mid conversation, even far apart it’s as if you both are on a different frequency together.”

Buck runs his hand through his hair, Loki moves then, grabbing his phone from the table and running off. The camera follow their antics of running around.

“It would be great if she likes me back.” Bucky admits through their running around.

“Well then tell her cause I know it will be great because she does like you back!”

Bucky grabs the pillow throwing it at Loki with precision.

“You asshole, that hurt!” Loki groans rubbing his head.

“You are slow.” Bucky narrows his eyes, grabbing the phone out of Loki’s hand.

“You’re a trained sniper.” Loki reasons still wincing at the tenderness.

“Levi.” Bucky almost has to do a double take, because Loki opened up his Instagram DM to you and send you the voice note of his admission.

You’ve replied, ‘well, it’s great then’ he looks past where Loki stands, you’re on set but you look up at him. His brows furrow.

“You sent her a voice recording?” Bucky groans.

“Well you weren’t going to tell her directly.” Loki takes a step back, “Did she reply?”

“She said, it’s great then.” Bucky reads the message again.

They know all of this would be covered in post editing with digital alterations, their screens never seeing the light of day.

Loki seems confused, Bucky gnaws his bottom lip. The phone begins to ring. You’re calling him.

“It’s her, she’s trying to call…” Bucky panics as the script desires,

“Pick up!” Loki gestures with his hand moving closer to answer the call, the phone falls from Bucky’s grasp and shifts onto speakerphone.

“How dare you try to steal my part, you ugly bitch!” Dolores’ voice resounds from the speaker Bucky and Loki look at where you’re standing.

“Cut!” Natasha calls out before any sort of leak, occurs of this drama.

Dolores’ hand is raised you’ve blocked her from hitting you.

“You fucking—,” she fumes eyes narrowed.

“Enough!” Nick Fury yells, you let go of Dolores’ hand.

“Do you know what your call time is Dolores?” Maria questions stepping forward, as Ace pulls you back.

Dolores keeps quiet. Most of the crew stray clear of the area.

“I asked you something.” Maria raises a brow when Dolores doesn’t respond, “Since you have nothing to say for your disrespect towards the call time and the producers on the movie, go get cleaned up, and get in for the next scene, then you can shoot the pending segments. Also we will be discussing your fee.”

“You’re going to pay for this.” She sneers at you.

“Are you threatening the producer?” Ace pipes up, moving towards Dolores.

“Ace—,” You try, they shake their head.

“I’m warning the bitch that she’s going to get what is coming for her.” Dolores points at Ace, “You speak carefully if you don’t want to be on the list.” She warns them.

They move forward, you grab their hand. Ace clicks their tongue in annoyance. You shake your head.

Bucky and Loki walk up.

“Dolores, do you ever work without threats?” Loki looks at her unimpressed.

“You just got out of the blacklist you want back in?” She raises a brow.

“Dot.” Bucky draws her attention, “Do you really want to stoop to their level?”

Your stomach drops. Ace looks at him baffled.

“The whole abuse power thing? Babe, I thought you were better than that? Damn.” He gives her a disapproving look.

Ace grins.

Dolores’ mouth parts, “No! I wasn’t doing— babe, no just life has been so hard and I just—,”

“Aw, I know, I understand but you can’t power trip your way, you know without my arm it hurts. I keep having to delay having it on because you delay things.” He shrugs.

Dolores looses her cool further and rushes to hug Bucky. He wraps his flesh arm around her. She flinches, When her head rests on his left shoulder and she doesn’t spot the arm. Making an annoyed expression.

Bucky clenches his jaw, your eyes meet his, the hurt in them is evident. Unhidden. You can’t believe it. She doesn’t accept him without his arm. She doesn’t see him as complete.

You look towards Loki with a what the fuck expression, he moves to where you stand. He cannot say anything, or provide you answers.

You move, needing to get away because how the fuck can she date Bucky but not want him as he is? How can he date her when she hurts him over a traumatic event of his life?

Why is it upsetting to you this much?

Tearing apart inside your chest the way he just accepts the veiled affection from her despite his eyes giving away his pain.

You’re walking off, trying to find a place to collect yourself when someone grabs your arm.

“Sweetheart?” Steve’s sickly sweet voice washes over you. Not again.

“Steve please, I need to be alone.” You push at his chest.

“You’re upset you should not be alone.” He reasons, cupping your face, “Do you want to go home? I could take you home.”

“I just need to take a breather, I’m okay otherwise.” You assure. Steve steps back nodding.

“Do you want me to come visit? I could stay with your mum while you work on the book.” He offers.

“My timeline has been disrupted because of the acquisition issues. I’ve pressed pause on writing.” You tell him, somehow welcoming the distraction from the ache in your chest.

“I could just visit, I know she adores me.” He smiles, then chuckles.

“What?”

“The other day she was asking me about work, she asked if I see you on set and if you’re happy or not.” He informs you.

“What did you tell her?” You ask curiously.

“I told her you’re happy, but you could be happier, and that you’re happiest when she is happy.” He admits.

“Steve…” You swallow the lump in your throat.

“I know you think I drop by without reason or too much, but I’ve lost people in my life, sometimes spending time with your mom talking to her it makes me feel good. I know you’re closer to Loki and he visits more often. I just, I want to say thank you for opening your home to me despite the constraints.” He offers a sympathetic smile,

“Bring raised in a house of abuse isn’t easy.” He gazes to the side, then back at you.

“I’m sorry…” You don’t know what else to say to him.

“I know it doesn’t excuse how I am, I’m painfully aware. I know you haven’t outright said it, but on days if I stay late and you go to tell him, I can hear the crap he spews. I’ve heard it too.”

You close your eyes, “I’m so sorry—,”

“Don’t apologise, you’ve made Rhys say it in your book, you aren’t responsible for his actions.” Steve cups your cheek again, stroking your skin with his thumb. He presses his lips to your forehead.

Valentina smiles from behind the trailer, lowering her phone and moving back before Steve pulls away from you.

“Want to stay out here or head back?” He questions, you gesture towards the set.

“What scene are you shooting today?” You ask him, curious because you didn’t recall him on the schedule.

“I don’t have any scenes, I wanted to meet you.” He smiles.

“Oh, Steve, I—,”

“As friends, I know you aren’t interested in that aspect.” He chuckles easing your worries.

“Thank you.” you tell him as you both walk back onto set, being as quiet since the cameras are rolling.

Bucky pauses mid scene with Dolores the laughter he was faking morphs into a glare.

“Cut!” Natasha yells, then looks back at what distracted Bucky, she rolls her eyes. “Bucky focus, please.” She reminds.

Ace moves over to you, you smile at them.

“Sorry, just got distracted.” Bucky reasons, looking back at Steve who raises a brow and grins in challenge. Bucky bites the inside of his cheek.

“Can we have the scene set again, from the top.” Natasha requests, the crew move forward in practiced ease to reset everything.

Bucky can’t take it, the third article highlighting how Steve is at your house burns in his mind. His trainer fixes the plates on the barbell.

Bucky stares at the set up, he was supposed to be setting a personal record today.

It’s a day off from shooting that everyone has, but he felt so restless the gym seemed to be a solution.

“Alright.” Dalton pats his back, “Ready?”

Bucky nods, bending down, Dalton wraps the straps around the barbell. Bucky moves into his starting position. Taking a deep breath. He attempts the lift. He shakes, but completes the rep, Dalton cheers him. Bucky grins, exhaling.

“Come on, five more reps.” Dalton claps, Bucky moves, the plates touch the floor, he powers through, “Fuck yes new PR.”

Bucky hugs the man, feeling better.

“Alright I’m increasing the weight. I think we can go to 242 lbs which is 110 kgs.” Dalton grins excited.

Bucky nods, as he catches his breath, his phone chimes.

Sam: Valentina is playing fucking dirty. They’re trying to push a Steve-Y/N story. I’ve reached out to Yelena, she’s pissed. Y/N’s upset not answering calls.

Bucky opens the link, Steve is kissing your forehead, and then there is a picture of him gazing out your upper floor window. Bucky’s grip tightens around his phone. You didn’t deserve this bullshit.

“Bucky?” Dalton watches him, “We can stop if something has come up.”

“No, we can,” He locks the device after sending you another message to talk. He doesn’t think you will respond. Ever since the whole PR mess with Dolores you’ve been pulling away from him.

He walks over to the barbell, getting into his stance.

“Alright, let’s go.” Dalton prompts, Bucky’s grip tightens, inhaling, holding, he moves, the stupid image flashes through his mind he drops the damn barbell mid deadlift..

“Fuck.” he groans.

“it’s okay—,”

“It’s fucking not, fucking bullshit.” Bucky moves to the edge of the room, getting into stance he punches the punching bag off of its hook. It collides with the wall.

“Bucky.” Dalton shakes his head.

Bucky groans, hooking the bag back up, “Sorry.”

“You’re not sorry. You’re upset.”

“I’m angry.” Bucky glares at his trainer.

“Bullshit, you’re upset. Is it the girlfriend?” Dalton questions, they had been friends for a long time.

Hell, Dalton even called Bucky stupid for dating Dolores again.

“Not exactly.” He admits, there is a rumbling of thunder and a knock on the door.

“Weather warning, need to shut the gym.” The trainer announces, Dalton shares a look with Bucky.

“Go, sort your not exactly thing out with your girlfriend.” He advices. Bucky’s shoulders sag, head hanging in defeat. He moves to grab his phone calling Sam to ask Yelena about your whereabouts.

He puts on the windbreaker, sunglasses and a cap. The cab is booked for eight houses down from your place. Throughout the cab ride he’s contemplating what to say to you. The car stops, the rain pelting down harshly, the cab driver unbothered sighs irritated when Bucky stays inside gathering his nerves.

He steps out, the cold water engulfs him, he begins his jog to your home. The scent of petrichor is soothing, he wants to know first and foremost if you’re lost to him. If you are then he wouldn’t stand in your way to happiness. He might punch Steve in warning.

The knocking at your door draws you away from Bucky’s messages, you’ve only read them. You move to the door, not really wanting to interact with anyone after the picture of you and Steve was released for the world to comment upon.

When you open the door, the rain’s patter increases, the sound covering the thundering of your heart. Your chest tightens.

You stare up at him, he’s panting, drenched by the rain. The droplets trailing from his temple to his jaw. Then onto his clothing. Your curious gaze challenges his determined one.

“I need to speak with you, Feather.” Bucky’s voice is deep, cracking slightly and then he sniffles, “I can’t speak freely whenever SHEILD or anyone else is around. Please let me inside.”

“You shouldn't have come here, James, they keep sending paparazzi. If someone sees you here…” you reason. Bucky reaches for your right hand with his left index finger traces the border of your index finger over the tattoo.

Blue eyes hopeful, begging for a chance. You fold.

“You need to be quiet, mum’s resting. Dad’s sleeping in his room.” Grasping his hand you guide him inside, handing him a towel from the cupboard.

He takes it, swiftly drying himself and running the towel through his hair. He gazes outside it was only three pm but the storm made it seem as dark as late evening.

Bucky follows you to your room, pausing inside as you shut the door gently. His eyes move over the little bookcase, the stacked piles of books and your desk. Then he spots the bed, tucked away in the corner against the wall. Your laptop left opened to a document on the bed. The cursor blinking, waiting for words to be spoken through it.

Bucky’s mind flashes to the picture of Steve peering out a window of the upper floor of this home.

“Has he been here?” He turns to face you.

“Are you even entitled to ask me that question?” You raise a brow.

“He’s visited quite a bit, you don’t allow me a moment of your time.” Bucky complains.

“I allow you my time, James.” You look away.

“You allow me professional time, you hardly reply, we haven’t played scrabble in weeks. We haven’t spoken in weeks. Even on set.” He moves toward you.

“You’ve been in a relationship for past few weeks, what I do on my private time should not be of your concern.” You seethe.

“What you do or should it be who you do?” He scoffs, “I thought you’d know better than to fall for his fake charm.” Bucky shakes his head.

“He keeps popping by unannounced. You know this.” You say through gritted teeth.

“Yet he has full access to your room doesn’t he?” Bucky knows his words sting, hell he hates them on his tongue.

He’s frustrated, angry, upset.

“James, please shut the fuck up before you say something stupid.” You warn, he moves closer.

“Or what? Are you going to be mad at me for being mean about your little boyfriend?” Bucky sneers, you glare at him.

“After everything I told you, everything you know about his bullshit.” He shakes his head in disbelief.

“James.” you warn again.

“How could you pick him?” he’s baffled, beyond angry.

“How could you pick her? After the crap she has put you through? She cannot even accept physical affection from you without your arm.” You demand, “Why do you take her to Winnie’s?”

“I did not take her even once at sunset. Why do you even care what she requires from me?” He glares.

“I could ask you the same thing. Why do you even care if he’s been in my room?” You cross your hands across your chest.

“Has he kissed you? Touched you?” Bucky towers over your form, you move back.

“Are you here because you want to know if he did something you keep hesitating to do or are you here to speak to me?” You look away, your own jaw set.

“Answer me.” He grasps your chin with gentleness, a stark contrast to his anger.

“Answer me.” You demand, meeting his stormy gaze, “Tell me, are you here to lay some kind of fucked up egotistical claim? Or are you here as a friend?”

Your eyes are ablaze with a fire Bucky knows he harbours, if he was the stormy sea you were the burning flames upon the surface, standing despite the downpour.

“Feather.” He says as if it will answer all the questions.

“James.” You breathe, your anger turning into tears, you did not want to be weak.

“Why are you treating me as if I’m an option?” Your voice cracks, your eyes fixed upon his.

Bucky’s thumb brushes along your jaw, “You aren’t an option. You’re my choice, the only choice.”

“W-why are you treating me as the form-former?” Your voice cracks, you hate it, you don’t want to be weak in front of him.

“Because I’m being forced to choose. It isn’t real, her status was falling, it was going to hurt the movie. The contracts… Steve’s already done the PR for SHEILD. He’s trying to take you.” He trails off, his forehead rests against yours, Bucky closes his eyes. Your palms press to his chest.

“I can’t keep doing this, James.” You tell him, “PR or not you’re with her.”

“Did he say anything to make you his?” He’s scared, so scared, “Feather, please say no.”

You contemplate your words, “He’s trying to take me from whom?” Your palm pressed against the wall behind you.

“From me.” He admits, he can’t help but think how right it sounds, you being his, you and him, him being your James.

“Am I even yours?” You question, you need him to answer.

Bucky stays quiet. You laugh bitterly.

“You pushed me away that day. You pulled me close and then you told me to go.” Your chest aches as you remember.

“I had to push you away. If they know they’ll try to take you away.” He hopes you understand.

“Steve doesn’t have me.” You admit, his shoulders sag with relief.

You feel cruel, oh so cruel, as you utter the next three words, “Neither do you.”

His grip loosens upon your chin, you almost think he would leave, he doesn’t.

Bucky’s grip on your chin tightens, his lips ghost over yours once, twice, then they press onto yours, the wind knocked out of you when you finally feel them. He shifts, you’re against the wall. Your palm wrapped around his wrist.

Your lips move against his, neediness taking over. To taste, to memorise, all those moments of so close come crashing down. The raging stormy waters pull your fire under, your lungs burn. Bucky doesn’t relent, tasting you upon his tongue. His chest gleams with relief, as though he can finally be calm.

Your free hand moves to his chest, gripping his shirt, beckoning him closer. Just as needy, craving the chaos only he quells within your chest.

Your lips part from his, only momentarily to look into his azure gaze. Bucky pulls your lips back upon his own.

HEADLINES:

Is Steve Rogers Writing His Own Love Story? Look At Who he Shares This Sweet Moment With, We Could Not Have Guessed.

Things You Need To Know About Steve and Y/N’s Blooming Relationship, A Source Close To Steve Spills The Beans On This Surprising Romance.

Tragedy Surrounds the Y/L/N Household, First A Terminally Ill Parent and Now This Heartbreaking Event.

Fans Reach Out To Author In Wake Of The Next Two Chapters Of her Story Leaking Further.

Bucky Barnes Spotted At Nightclub With Loki Laufeyson But Dolores Is Not To Be Seen.

Ace Spotted Giving A Warm Hug To A Visibly Upset Y/N Y/L/N. Yelena Belova Offers Shoulder To Cry On.

Dolores Spotted In Ibiza Partying With Friends While Crew Of Movie Suffers Delays Yet Again.

Filming For ITIMYIMDO Resumes This Week, Director Natasha Romanoff Says The Show Must Go On.

Bucky Barnes Spotted Exiting Y/N’s Apartment Building.

A.N.: spoiler alert: they finally kissed, who expected that??????????

Taglist is Open comment or DM to be added!

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alltheficsiwant · 2 years

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Main Masterlist

Hi I'm J and this is my master list of stories. I have only written several and I focus my posting mainly on Ao3 but fret not. All stories there will be posted here. :) If you don't have an Ao3 account, you can find my works here too.

I am a big fan of Dramione, Bucky Barnes, Marvel BOTH Comics and Cinematic Universe and Eddie Munson. I write with a reader insert and if I'm writing for a couple like Dramione or Romanogers; I usually put myself in the story. The girl, who is asian, five feet flat and an introvert and has a name that starts with J. That would be me written in the story. Here is the list below. Categorized by the Character I write. This will be updated from time to time. :) I mainly post on Ao3 with my series but my one shots will be posted here in my tumblr first. :)

CREDITS TO ALL THE OWNERS OF THE PICTURE I AM USING AS BANNERS. (Source: pinterest)

FOR TAGLIST: Please make sure to follow me and message me through my ASK if you want to be included. :D Thankieee!

Legends:

🤗 - Fluff

💔 - Angst

🖤 - Dark Themes Involved

🌶 - Smut/Lemon

Warnings: My story is for 18+ readers. I have the tendency to be dark and I'm a bit graphic with violence, mentions of blood, rape or other dark themes. Please be warned.

😍JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES / BUCKY BARNES

🎸 EDDIE MUNSON

➡ Same Old Hawkins, Or Not? (Eddie Munson x Harrington!F!reader) 🤗💔🖤 [COMPLETE; Undergoing Editing] Summary: After a series of unfortunate events in Utah that she would rather forget which she moved to from Hawkins. Reader moves back to her old hometown just in time for her senior year. She half expected it to be the same old boring Hawkins as she remembered back at middle school.

She was wrong. Apparently, Hawkins is now home to the monsters she thought only existed in D&D and now she is in the middle of an impending doom on her beloved hometown. Really, she was just passing through and now she might have a reason to stay.

Yeah, it’s nothing to do with her small crush on a certain fellow senior. A metal head who is always up to no good. It’s really about saving the town she is starting to love again, yes?

➡ Here We Go Again (Sequel to Same Old Hawkins, Or Not?) 🤗💔🖤 [COMPLETED] Summary: The Summer of '85 is on the roll. Reader has started her job as a printing personnel in the Hawkins Post with the help of Nancy and Jonathan who are both in their internship as a writer and photographer respectively. Eddie on the other hand is working as a part time mechanic at Jaeger’s Auto shop while Steve continues to work at Scoop’s Ahoy with Robin alongside him.

The kids, well, they are enjoying their summer with the mall in full operation and the upcoming fair that is being planned by the Mayor. Really, as long as all of the upside down remains quiet, everything will be great.

Unfortunately, their plans are going to be in ruins when one Billy Hargrove starts to take interest in the reader. Though, it was much better if it was just some misguided infatuation but apparently there is much more into it than meets the eye.

Reader was really happy not to deal with the upside down and would face a million Billy Hargrove, in fact the rest of them would be happy not to deal with it at all. Apparently, its not done yet. It is just getting started.

➡ Magnetic Attraction (Werewolf!Eddie x Human!Reader) 🌶🤗💔 In Progress.... [Writing parts]

👮‍♂️LEE BODECKER

➡ Mind Palace : Lee Bodecker 🖤💔 In Progress... [Set in a Universe called Mind Palace. It will have Eddie and Bucky soon and other characters I can write on. Lee is the first one to enter]

💑DRACO MALFOY / HERMIONE GRANGER

➡Untitled Dramione 🤗💔 In Progress... [Set still in HP Universe but altered. Already four parts in.]

#bucky barnes #eddie munson #lee bodecker #dramione #masterlist

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 5 months

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Silver Lining 8

Warnings: non/dubcon, speech impediment, bullying and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: silverfox!Bucky Barnes

Summary: You have an unpleasant encounter with an older man.

Part of the Silverfox AU

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You lose yourself in the trance of your work. Just like you used to in the office. You have a way of blocking out the entire world when it's just you and words. You have your fingers curled into your lower lip as you reread what you hope it the last version.

You have one leg crossed over the other, jittering as you scroll. A sudden squeeze on your shoulder makes you jump and you clap your hand over your mouth to catch your scream. You swivel in the chair to face the disturbance.

Bucky looks amused as he steps back, dragging his hand away, "sorry," his voice is low and gritty as he tries to upset the quiet, "I called your name."

"S-sorry," you nearly hiccup, "I was f-focused."

"Seems like it," he hugs an armful of books, "almost done?"

"Y-yeah, the doc-- sh-should be up-da-dated."

He dips his chin and his eyes narrow just a bit, "you alright?"

"Ye-yes, you d-don't ne-need to w-wor-r-ry," your voice cracks as you check that all the changes are saved and log out of your account.

"Just.... checking," he murmurs. "I just know..." he clears his throat and shifts the book in his arm, "when you're worked up, you tend to.... never mind."

"St-st-stutter," you click out of the session and the PC returns to the login page, "I kn-know."

"I wasn't meaning it as anything."

"It i-is what it i-is," you shrug and stand to pull on your coat then gather your purse and your zip up folder.

"I really hope you're not upset."

"D-do you?" You counter, "you d-don't have to p-pretend."

"I'm not," he frowns, "look, I know I was a bit of a prick before but I'm tryna make up for it."

"S-sure," you say dully, "i-it r-really is f-fine. Let's get th-this done."

He's silent as his nostrils flare. He looks around then looks at you, taking in your purse and your lilac leather folio.

"So... what happened to the computer?"

You look away, "y-yeah, it--it fell," you sniff, "I-I'll get s-something else."

"Explains a lot."

"Wh-what?"

"Why you're at the library. I get a very homebody type sense from you."

"Y-you d-do?"

"I'm the same way," he says, "I'm not a fan of the general public."

"F-figured," you agree.

He tilts his head, "I deserve that."

You don't reply. That's that. You're both socially inept.

"Ready to go? You wanna look around first?" He asks, sweeping back a grey swoop of hair as he it falls forward.

You shake your head. You're really not feeling well. You don't know if it's the lack of sleep or the dregs of your flashbacks, you just feel so off. Like something really bad is going to happen.

He gestures you ahead of him as he pivots on his heel. You take the lead and head for the front doors. He follows not far behind. He must've already checked out as the censors doing chime at his passing. Outside, you stop short, realising you don't know where you're headed next.

He collides with you from behind, grunting as his hand briefly clutches your side. He apologise and sidles away. The contact makes your face burn against the bitter chill.

"Parked over this way," He points ahead of himself.

You walk beside him and turn off into the lot. There aren't many cars and you wait for him to get in before you claim the passenger's side. He starts the motor and adjusts the heat, asking if you're cold but getting only a shrug in return. Your mind is far off and hard to rein in.

Before you know it, the car is moving. It isn't until the tires crunch of snow and he turns into a driveway that you fully process what's going on. You agreed to go to his place but why would you do that? Why didn't you ask yourself that earlier. Oh gosh, you need sleep. You need to get your head straight.

This is exactly why you're in therapy. It's why you're trying to change. You want to stop being that person who just lets things happen to them.

He turns off the engine and you just sit staring through the windshield. You want to go home but not really. Your family doesn't want you around to stain their perfect image. You're clearly better off with this man who can only tolerate you professionally.

“You okay?” He asks yet again.

“Yep, all g-good,” you shake it off. “Y-you said you h-had a re-re-recording set-up?”

“Sure, yeah, been working on it a while now but with the script coming together, I finally got my ass in gear and got the last few pieces,” he explains.

“Must h-have been ex-expensive.”

“Eh, I budgeted,” he pulls the handle on his door, “no use staying out in this cold.”

He gets out and you do the same. You trail him up the shoveled walk, glistening with a thin layer of sparse snow newly fallen. The house is pretty nice. It's not too dissimilar to your parents but there are no bright Christmas lights or ridiculous inflatable decorations on the lawn.

He unlocks the front door and holds it open, ushering you in first. You're mindful not to step off the mat as you bend to unlace your boots. He steps in close and slips out of his own bulky boots. He stands first as you balance your purse and folio in one arm.

“Want me to take all that?” He offers.

You shake your head and straight, “g-got it.”

“Right well, you want something to warm up first?” He unzips his jacket, “I have some tea or coffee.”

“No, th-thanks,” you unbutton your coat, shrugging off one sleeve at a time. He takes it from you and hangs it with his own.

“Okay, I suppose I should show you around,” he sighs, taking out his phone as a soft buzz vibrates the case. “Not this guy again.”

He ignores the call and slides his phone into his back pocket, “the studio is in the basement. Best place to soundproof–”

He stops as you hear a car outside. He brushes by you in the entryway and pulls back the curtain over the window set into the door. You huffs again.

“Can't take a hint.”

“I c-can g-go. C-come back later.”

“Nah, it's fine,” he dismisses you as he opens the door, “go home. I'm busy.”

“Ah, come on, Buck, you're gonna ditch me out in the cold,” the voice wafts back on the crisp air as treads mulch in the snow. The timbre makes your heart knot, you swear it's familiar.

“I can and I will,” Bucky avows as he starts to close the door.

“Wait, wait,” the footfalls pick up and a large hand catches the door, “I'm here on business–”

“I told you, Steve…”

The name plummets in your chest. No, no, it can't be. It can't be him. It's a coincidence. The peek of a rolex under his jacket sleeve is just a coincidence, the voice is not the same, just familiar.

“Just hear me out, okay? You're gonna love this project,” the man bulls his way through the door, getting a grunt from Bucky in return. “I'll even pay you this time–”

The man's voice halts as he senses your presence, your dumbfounded gaze, the whole word zeroing in as your ears ring. It is him. It can't be. This has to be a dream. He only comes in your nightmares.

He looks at you and you know. He's real.

#bucky barnes #dark bucky barnes #dark!bucky barnes #buxky barnes x reader #drabble #series #au #silverfox au #silver lining #mcu #marvel #winter soldier #captain america

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sunflowerrosewood · 4 months

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Trapped Together ~ Bucky Barnes

On to the one shot! Takes place after Civil War

You have been working in the Avengers for two years as a mercenary. You would help build and rebuild weapons and when you fought, you fought with a silver sword and grenades.

While you worked together with Nat and Clint often, the others had a lot of respect for you. Well most of them. One particular man that wasn't as keen was Bucky Barnes. He always seemed to piss you off or degrade your work.

You actually thought Bucky was extremely attractive and kind to others but whenever he would degrade your work, you would feel your heart shatter. It made you feel like you meant nothing to him.

Well Bucky thought opposite of that. You walked in with your head high and knowing how to make weapons. He could have kissed you then and there. But you couldn't love him. He's still in bad shape from after Wakanda. Sure he was "fixed" from the brainwashing but it scared him if it came back. It was easier to push away. It was easy to call you out harshly when you fixed his gun.

You were working on Sam's Red Wing with him and noticed Bucky had walked in.

"L/n, what are you doing? Trying to break Sam's Red Wing?" Bucky sneered before dropping a file on your table.

"What did you drop Barnes?" You snapped back as Bucky rolled his eyes.

"We're on a weekend case in Barcelona. Apparently there's Hydra trying to build up there." Bucky explained before storming off.

"I swear you two just need to kiss." Sam grumbled as you dropped your wrench on your foot.

"Damn it!" You held your foot. "Why do you say that?"

"There's too much tension here." Sam chuckled as you two continued repairs.

It was a few days later when you wore some jeans and a tank top. You got your overnight bag and went to meet Bucky. Bucky was already at the helicarrier and glaring towards the door.

"Ready to go?" You questioned.

"The sooner we can get this over with." Bucky grumbled as you sighed.

You two sat as far from each other until the plane landed in Barcelona and near your hotel. You two entered your room and noticed you two had to share a bed.

"I can-can sleep on the floor." You stuttered out as Bucky sighed.

"No we both need our strength so just stay to your side. I'll get us some food." Bucky sighed.

You sat your bag down and jumped in the shower while Bucky got food. Bucky got back before you got out of your shower. You did not know Bucky imagined sharing that shower with you and listening to the humming that he could barely hear. When he realized the water turned off, he immediately sat the food out. He already began to ate.

"I see you grabbed some chops. Thanks." You said softly as you came out in a tank and shorts.

"It's nothing L/n." Bucky said.

The night went as well as it could. Bucky took a shower and you couldn’t help but stare at his body as he got out of the shower. You quickly went back to your phone as Bucky got into bed beside you. You felt your heart race as he laid down away from you. You sighed and laid down yourself.

When you woke up, there was breakfast out and Bucky was already dressed. He was loading his gun which he was having difficulties with. You got up with bed head and walked over to your bag to grab some wrenches.

“Here.” You said with a yawn as you tinkered with the gun.

“What are you doing?” Bucky questioned with not as much haste.

“I’m fixing your gun.” You said softly before handing it back and it was working better.

“I found breakfast for us.” Bucky said before working to get other things together.

“Thanks.” You said while munching on the omelette.

After you ate the rest of breakfast and got some clothes on, you and Bucky ran out to the helicarrier to fly to the nearest base for Hydra. You and Bucky grabbed your weapons like his machine gun from Wakanda and your Claymore sword. You noticed Bucky was not as rude to you until the Hydra agents found you.

“Damn it L/n! If you would have made a silencer on the gun, we would not be running!” Bucky screamed as you were following him.

“Will you shut up and keep running?! There’s like 30 agents firing.” You yelled before a bullet hit your shoulder. “Oww! Damn it!”

You two ran into a nearby small room and quickly locked the door. The other Hydra agents came storming in and past your room that you two heard. You were grabbing your arm that was staining your hand red.

“Damn it, if we would have gotten rid of them. We would not have to deal with this. Now we have to wait for backup. You better hope we do not have to stay in this tiny room.” Bucky rambled while pacing in a small area where you could only pace three steps.

“If you would quit rambling then maybe we can get out of this.” You said as Bucky was still pacing.

“If we would have had the damn silencer, we would be fine!” Bucky snapped before stopping his pacing. “You’re hurt?!”

“Now you notice.” You snapped. “Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.”

“Here let me-”

“If you are just going to degrade me more then let me heal myself.” You snapped.

Bucky stopped and dropped down on his knees to grab a bandana that he had in his pocket. He touched your arm and you flinched.

“Sorry Y/n.” Bucky said as he opened your bag. “Do you have water that I can clean ?”

“Back pocket.” You hissed as Bucky opened to find your med kit and water bottle.

As Bucky cleaned the wound and pulled out the bullet. He sighed and continued to wash some water over it before you heard more firing. You could hear Sam, Steve, Nat, and Tony outside the area yelling. You sighed in relief as Bucky wrapped your wound with a bandana.

“Bucky? Y/n?” You heard Steve yell as Bucky kicked the door to show where you two were.

“There you two are! We got rid of the Hydra agents. Let’s get on the helicarrier.” Sam said as he noticed the already stained bandana. “Y/n! You’re hurt!”

Sam immediately helped you up and you failed to notice Bucky’s hurt expression. He was thinking over the idea that you said you degraded him. He walked towards the helicarrier almost like a ghost.

As you returned back to the base, Steve made you get your wound patched up and allowed you to take the next couple of days off. You hated having to not work in your mercenary room. You were listening to your favorite genre of music until you heard a knock.

“Come in.” You said softly as you saw Bucky walk in. “Barnes, what are you doing here?”

“I wanted to apologize for my behavior. Is it okay if I come over to you?” Bucky asked while scratching the back of his neck.

“Of course.” You said before patting the spot beside you. “FRIDAY, please turn down the music.”

“On it Ms. L/n.” FRIDAY said as Bucky walked over.

“Y/n, I never meant it to seem like I was degrading you when it came to your weapons or self. When you snapped that comment at me in the Hydra base, I was honestly surprised. I came off rude to you to protect yourself but I feel bad. I really do think you are a wonderful person.” Bucky explained as you smiled softly.

“Thank you for apologizing Bucky. I honestly thought you hated me so I kept to myself with Sam.” You explained as Bucky touched your hand.

“I could never hate you. Quite the opposite really.” Bucky said softly.

“What do you mean?” You asked as you scooted closer to him.

“I fell for you Y/n. I figured you would not want to date a man from the ‘40s who has issues with his past.” Bucky explained as you shook your head.

“Bucky I don’t look at those issues. You were and are very brave.” You said to him as he turned your face to him.

“Is it okay if I kiss you? I’ve been wanting to do that for a while now.” Bucky said as you softly laughed.

“Always the gentleman.” You teased before kissing his lips.

As you two kissed each other, it was as if the kiss was conveying the emotions left unsaid. You were pushing passion and love in the kiss. Bucky reciprocated quickly and continued to kiss you till the two of you fell backwards. You were looking into his ice blue eyes and panting softly. The two of you laughed as Bucky fell beside you.

“I still hate that you got hurt.” Bucky said as you quickly did not make eye contact. “Y/n.”

“It was coming for you so I jumped into it.” You mumbled but you know he heard because he quickly turned to you.

“What?!” He exclaimed as you buried your face into his chest.

“It was coming for you and I did not want you to get hurt.” You said as he kissed your temple.

“Well from now on, I am going to protect you. Not the other way around.” He said softly as you smiled into his chest.

You failed to notice the cheering outside your door as Sam and Steve were rooting for this. They asked FRIDAY to see your room and make sure it was going smoothly. They noticed the two of you fell asleep in each other’s arms and cheered quietly. For you and Bucky, the two of you slept until dinner was served which Bucky brought to you in bed.

#marvel #marvel one shot #marvel fanfiction #marvel x reader #marvel bucky barnes #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barns x y/n #marvel winter soldier #bucky x reader #bucky x you #james buchanan barnes #james buchanan barnes x reader #marvel fluff #marvel hurt #bucky barnes one shot

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emmie-tt · 1 year

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Welcome to my Blog

Hi!

New Blog/Writer here. I'm Emmie and I have found a small love for writing and reading fan fiction. I'm new to the writing part and have been in a major writers block lately and decided to make an account in hopes I could find some people out there with the same interests as me. I'm asking for requests on what to write, down below this small paragraph is the fandom's I write for and my request rules. Please don't be shy and send them in so I can hopefully get my creativity flowing!!

HARRY POTTER

Harry potter

Draco Malfoy

Blaise Zabini

Ronald Weasley

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Ginny Weasley

Hermione Granger

Luna Lovegood

Neville Longbottom

Mattheo Riddle

Theodore Nott

Tom Riddle

Severus Snape (PLATONIC ONLY)

Lucius Malfoy (PLATONIC ONLY)

Narcissa Malfoy (PLATONIC ONLY)

Bellatrix Lestrange (PLATONIC ONLY)

Remus Lupin (PLATONIC ONLY)

Sirius Black (PLATONIC ONLY)

Regulus Black (PLATONIC ONLY)

Molly Weasley (PLATONIC ONLY)

Arthur Weasley (PLATONIC ONLY)

STRANGER THINGS

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

Billy Hargrove

Eleven (PLATONIC ONLY)

Max Mayfeild (PLATONIC ONLY)

Will Byers (PLATONIC ONLY)

Mike Wheeler (PLATONIC ONLY)

Dustin Henderson (PLATONIC ONLY)

Nancy Wheeler

Jim Hopper (PLATONIC ONLY)

Robin Buckley

Chrissy Cuningham

Lucas Sinclair (PLATONIC ONLY)

Johnathan Byers

Erica Sinclair (PLATONIC ONLY)

Joyce Byers (PLATONIC ONLY)

Karen Wheeler (PLATONIC ONLY)

TWILIGHT

Edward Cullen

Jasper Hale

Alice Cullen

Carlisle Cullen (PLATONIC ONLY)

Bella Swan

Emmet Cullen

Jacob Black

Rosalie Hale

Esme Cullen (PLATONIC ONLY)

Charlie Swan (PLATONIC ONLY)

Renesmee Cullen (PLATONIC ONLY)

Leah Clearwater

Sam Uley

Seth Clearwater

AVATAR/AVATAR THE WAY OF WATER

Jake Sully

Neytiri Sully

Ts'utey

Neteyam Sully

Lo'ak Sully

Kiri Sully

Tuk Sully (PLATONIC ONLY)

Tonowari

Ronal

Tsireya

Ao'nung

Roxto

TOP GUN MAVERICK

Nick (Goose) Bradshaw

Bradley (Rooster) Bradshaw

Jake (Hangman) Serisen

Pete (Maverick) Mitchell

PEAKY BLINDERS

Thomas Shelby

CHRIS EVANS / CHARACTERS

Chris Evans

Steve Rogers

Lloyd Hansen

Ari Levinson

Andy Barber

Ransom Drysdale

SEBASTIAN STAN / CHARACTERS

Sebastian Stan

Bucky Barnes

Lee Bodecker

MISC. CHARACTERS/PEOPLE

Elvis Presley/ Austin!Elvis Presley

Miles Teller

Jack Harlow

Taylor Swift

I WONT WRITE FOR ANYONE I DONT KNOW I WILL WRITE PLATONIC FOR ALL OF THE CHARACTERS I WILL ALSO WRITE FOR PREGNANCY AND THE READER AND CHARACTER HAVING KIDS :))

PLEASE LIKE RE-BLOG AND COMMENT

LOVE YOU ALL <3

RULES

Smut is allowed! I make no apologies for how bad it will probably be though

I wont write about R@pe, Abu$e or ince$st

All my writing will be fem/GN!reader, I wont go into detail about skin color, body type or really any personal details UNLESS asked to

I want to keep my stories fun so try and keep the requests non boring lol :))

If you have any questions please ask

I write it all, smut, fluff and angst