#i think most people look up to their older sibling but buckys older sister was literally the chosen prophet of his religon
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I bet they used to sing along to worship songs in the back of the car on the way to church
#d20 fantasy high#fantasy high#dimension 20#dimension 20 fantasy high#craftie art#i think most people look up to their older sibling but buckys older sister was literally the chosen prophet of his religon#its like if you were simon son of joseph and jesus was like. oh hmm. maybe not!#and youre like. what do you mean. what.do. you mean maybe not. this was everything we were as kids. what do you mean maybe not.#anyways. i really need to start actually including the background in the intial sketch instead of deciding to wing it as i go! it#dimension 20 fanart#fantasy high fanart
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"fuck it, a new year is about to start, and I can’t go another year hiding this from you — i love you.” with Bucky Barnes 💗
pairing: bucky barnes x maximoff!reader
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12 days of christmas - day 2
Bucky’s civilian life was more of a hermit one than excitement filled one. It was both one of constant surveillance by his therapist and staying inside his home; it was particularly bad during the holidays and after a walk, he had been arrested by the police, blaming him for missing a court mandated therapy session. In his defense, the last thing he wanted was to have to deal with passive aggressive remarks for two hours; yet, looking back on it, the last he wanted to do was to spend the holidays in a cell.
- Barnes, you’re up. - the guard opened the cell for him. Great, now he probably would have to handle Sam. Perhaps, spending Christmas in jail was not that bad.
He dragged his feet down the aisle, awaiting to see Sam’s face, but instead all he saw was a maroon dress followed by a familiar face. He continued with a scowl on his face, surely Sam had gotten her to come by instead and probably was waiting in the car for him to give him yet another one of his cheat life lessons. The guard smiled at Y/N before pretty much shoving him her way, yet maintaining the same smile. The Maximoffs surely knew how to charm someone, and Y/N Maximoff was no exception.
- Where’s Sam?
- With Sarah and the boys. It is the Holidays, Bucky. - she smiled, as she always did. No matter how many passive aggressive remarks he had, she just always continued to smile.
Tony Stark had once called her a professional empath, the balance of the Maximoff triplets who seemingly just enjoyed ensuring everyone was happy. Bucky found it strange; he knew she’d been a HYDRA experiment like him and her siblings yet she refused to let anyone know what she could do and was yet to be affected by the cynicism both Wanda and him had fallen victim to.
- So you paid my bail?
- You promised you’d help me get a Christmas tree. I can’t do it by myself.
- What about your sister?
- Wanda’s with Vision looking for a new place. Besides, she’s not as fun as you.
- I doubt a 100 year old man without an arm is funner than the witch who can do whatever she wants with magic.
- I think you are much fun.
Outside the weather was incredibly cold, cold enough to freeze someone and Bucky wondered why couples would want to walk outside when it was this cold. Yet looking to his right, and seeing her smile as she walked down the street towards the pile of Christmas trees, maybe, maybe he understood why. He tried not to dwell on it. She was just nice, she was nice with everyone and after moving to the same building as him, she’d become nicer. However, she was nice to every single neighbour of theirs.
- What about this one? - she pointed to a particularly short one, a bit rounded but much shorter than every other one. - I think it’s cute.
- I think it’s shorter than you.
- Bucky, c’mon. It’s cute, I want this one.
- You sure? - he looked at the tree again, turning to look at the salesman who just shrugged. - Don’t you want a big tree?
- I like this one. - she crossed her arms, making Bucky chuckle. - Could I have this one?
He really did try to dislike her in the beginning. She agreed with Sam most of the times, Steve adored her and even Tony, who disliked most people Steve liked, was fond of her. He found no reason for her to put up with him, he was much older than her, he fundamentally had a different outlook on life. However, whenever she looked at him with those eyes, full of hope and ... some emotion he couldn’t read, he couldn’t help but love her. Not that he’d ever tell her. Not that she’d ever love him back. It was just something for him to know, for him to whisper to himself at night.
- The short, fat one? - he said once again as he attempted to bring the tree into her living room. - Why?
- It’s not fat. - she took her scarf off. - It’s chubby.
He mumbled sure under his breathe, placing the tree on the corner of her living room. Her flat was much more of a home than his, she’d taken her time making it comfortable to her, decorating it with as much love as she had. He looked at the photos on the walls - several from her childhood, brother and sister; however, a small one in a frame by the kitchen caught his attention. God, he could barely remember that day with Sam, yet there it was, a photo of the three of them.
- Do you want some tea? - she returned from her bedroom. - I have chamomile, mint, green, black, blueberry and Wan got me some from her trip to Europe with Vis.
- Did Sam tell you to bail me out?
- I think Sam’s a bit busy playing Santa to constantly watch over you, Buck. White or Christmas mug?
- How did you know then? - he ignored her question.
- I care about you, Buck. Besides, Sam changed your emergency contact to me a very long time ago.
- It’s not your obligation to constantly watch over me, you know?
- I know but we’re ... we’re friends, right? That’s what friends do.
- We’re not friends, Maximoff. Just because we were tortured by the same people does not makes us close.
- We weren’t tortured by the same people, considering I wasn’t alive in the 40s.
- You know what I mean, Y/N. You chose to go, I didn’t. - stop, he yelled mentally to himself.
- I didn’t chose to go. - she turned around, crossing her arms. - I didn’t chose to go, I didn’t willingly go to die, I had no choice. I know you’re defensive and I know you don’t want help but I don’t deserve having to listen from you that I willingly chose to be used and tortured.
Fuck, Bucky. That was not good.
- Sorry. - he mumbled.
- I don’t know why you don’t like me. - she confessed. - I don’t know what I’ve done to make you say those things to me or to hate me.
- I don’t hate you.
- Because I’ve never been rude to you, or mean to you and I know you don’t want to be helped but I thought maybe you’d like to have someone.
- I like to have someone.
- Then why do you keep pushing me away?
- Because ... well fuck it, a new year is about to start, and I can’t go another year hiding this from you.
- Hide what?
- I love you.
She stood frozen on her ground, her cheeks flustered with heat as she held onto the marbled balcony of her kitchen.
- Oh ...
- And I don’t deserve you. Shit, Maximoff, how would I even ... how could we even ...
- You know ... some people take someone on a date first.
- People these days are very slow with emotion deciphering.
- I still would like to be wined and dined first.
- Oh ...
- Yeah ... so are you gonna ask me on a date Barnes?
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not a soldat | part 1.
Summary: Y/N L/N is not a superhero. No serums, no agencies. Just a civilian from a long line of family that’s served in the military. Y/N’s a history buff and bit of a spy in her own special way. This somehow lands her in trouble she never saw coming and straight into the hands of Falcon, Captain America, and Black Widow… if she doesn’t get caught in the unbreakable grasp of the Winter Soldier first.
Warning for the Series: violence, angst, slow burn
Pairing: Bucky x black!reader
Word Count: 2.1k
(Series Masterlist)
“Yes, Joan?” Sam Wilson asked one of the vets at his VA. The others all turned their faces to her.
“Um, I know this girl. She’s not a veteran but she comes from a military family. Really invested in telling our story and making sure people understand the truth about war. Wicked smart too, I think she’s getting a journalism degree or already has it… can’t remember if she graduated already or not but I was wondering if I could invite her? Only if you guys are okay with it, she already has a couple books out that she did with her grandfather before he passed. It wouldn’t be invasive, she’s cool.”
The other veterans looked around the circle at each other. Joan was one of the first to start showing up to Sam’s particular VA group. If she trusted this girl, maybe they could too. Everyone agreed with a promise from Joan that if it was too much or the girl made them uncomfortable Joan would ask her to leave.
Joan laughed as you smoothed out your skirt. You were sitting in the car with her since she offered to drive you to the VA meeting. Joan served with your older sister and cousin. She had also worked with your older brother a few times. Joan was more family than just your siblings’ friend.
“You didn’t have to get dressed up you know. We’re a bunch of vets just trying to forget our problems and play some chess.”
“First impressions, Joan. I just want to make a good impression on everyone.”
“Well, they’re all waiting and ready for you, Caliber.”
You snorted at the nickname your family had given you when you were maybe ten, twelve. It never went away even after meeting Joan. You grabbed your tote bag and followed Joan into the building. The group was already sitting in their circle when you and Joan walked in— it was mindless talking, you weren’t late. You sat next to Joan, wringing your hands from nervousness.
“Our newest member!” Sam greeted jovially, trying to ease your nerves. “Your name?”
“Um, hi, I’m (Y/N) (L/N).”
The other veterans smiled, everyone could see you weren’t a very extroverted person. At least not in big groups, not right away.
“Joan says you write our stories?”
You fished in your tote bag for the books and handed them to Joan who started to pass them around. You took out the dog tags of various family members from under your shirt— your sister always thought it was cute how whenever you were around other military, you tended to tuck the tags in like they did. You also pulled out a small strip of leather from your bag.
“My great great great great grandfather fought in the Civil War.” You held up the leather strip, a makeshift dog tag.
“That’s a lot of great,” one of the veterans joked, causing everyone to chuckle.
“Yeah. At least one person every generation has been in the military since then. It started when they couldn’t tell us anything about the freedmen and slaves who fought, the books, I mean. So my grandpa and I started digging.”
“You were seven when this came out?” A guy held up the first book.
“Told you she was wicked smart.” Joan smirked.
“Well, Papa did most of the work for a long time. I just helped sweet talk the vets, no one can resist answering questions when a baby’s asking them.”
And that’s how it started. The vets liked you. They liked that you were there to record their stories and not just the horror but the funny bits, the mundane bits. And that you didn’t just interview them and their lives but also shared your life with them. You started coming in early to help Sam set up and leaving later to help him clean. Sam liked having your company, you reminded him so much of his nieces and nephews. He wouldn’t admit it but Sam basically adopted you.
“You know I met Captain America last weekend.”
You stopped putting up the chairs to look at him. “No way, really?! Wow, wish I was there.”
“If you had gone on a run with me.”
“Sam, if I go on runs with you I would never get my work done.”
“You never get your work done or never make it past the first mile.”
“Both.”
“You’re always working.”
“I have to for rent, freelancing isn’t the easiest sometimes and DC ain’t exactly cheap.”
“Ain’t that what your books are for.”
“I don’t want to touch that money, that’s for real emergencies.”
“Well, I worry about you sometimes. Don’t see you with anyone but the vets.”
“Friends aren’t the easiest to make Sam.”
“You don’t—”
“Those tags aren’t just from my family.”
The rest went unspoken as Sam nodded. You grew up on a military base, you’ve spent your whole life around the military. Friends were either gone before you could get close, their family leaving to a different base, or as you got older they were gone before a tour could finish. You only got close to a few once they were out, like Joan.
You weren’t sure if that was why you continued to write the books even after your grandfather passed. To keep your friends’ stories alive. Not all books were on American soldiers, that was part of the reason you freelanced. You traveled and told everyone’s story you could find. And as long as the military existed, stories would exist and you would be there to write down every single one.
“Well, how about you start working remotely. I’ve been told I’m a great chef. I make a mean stack of pancakes.”
You nodded, thanking Sam for the offer. He was right. Even if you weren’t actively making friends, you shouldn’t keep to yourself in your house. You agreed to come over for meals with Sam— he failed to convince you to go on runs with him.
Sam came back from his run while you were on his couch sorting through papers. Books with firsthand interviews were easy to write. But the current one that you had set up was a look back into history. And you had lots of files and books sent to you as well as recovered journals from family members of soldiers. A few weren’t in English and you were currently sorting through the translations your trusty interpreter had given you.
These look backs were always some of your favorites— you were a history buff as well. This would probably be your last historical book for a while when it came to the military but you were definitely going to look into something else. Maybe writing easy to digest history for children, you had always loved mythology as a child.
Sam passed by giving you a wave instead of saying hi, you had headphones on. He was going to take a shower and then make the two of you breakfast. You lifted your head from transcribing a soldier’s journal at the soft pounding. Sam was still in the shower. You took your headphones off to find the pounding wasn’t soft at all, but very frantic actually. Your face was almost bashed in as you narrowly missed the fist coming at it when you abruptly opened the door.
“Sorry, I’m Steve Rogers, Miss.”
“Steve, should you really just say—”
“She’s in his house. If Sam trusts her, we’ve got to as well. We have no choice, Nat,” Steve said to the redhead.
She turned to you. “Everyone we know is trying to kill us.”
You looked back into the house, hearing the running water finally stop.
“Sam! You’ve got very important company!”
Steve and Nat looked stunned as the door slammed in their face before you opened it up again, looking sheepish.
“I didn’t mean to do that, come in, please.”
Steve and Nat looked around amused as you apologized and scrambled to put your papers up so they could sit on the couch. You looked at their faces and jumped up to get towels, they were dirty and probably bleeding somewhere you couldn’t see. You had moved to the dining room table in the kitchen, to give them room. Sam came in a few minutes later followed by Steve and Nat. They sat down at the table while Sam started cracking eggs for omelettes.
“So the question is, who at S.H.I.E.L.D. could launch a domestic missile attack?” Nat asked.
You were starting to think that maybe you should leave but you were really looking forward to Sam’s breakfast. So you just kept your head down and continued to transcribe the translations onto your laptop.
“Pierce,” Steve answered.
“Who happens to be sitting on top of the most secure building in the world,” Nat retorted.
“But he’s not working alone.”
Nat looked over at your papers to see what you were doing. Without really asking permission she picked up a piece of paper and slid it over to Steve.
“S.H.I.E.L.D.?”
“It’s for my latest book. I wanted to start doing the history of government agencies after finding a few soldiers that moved on to S.H.I.E.L.D. It’s fascinating really, except for this discrepancy. Well, not just this one but a few discrepancies actually. This soldier is S.H.I.E.L.D.”
You held up the notebook and its translations. “But a lot of this is HYDRA. And it’s not the only one, I think HYDRA’s trying to infiltrate… those are the guys trying to kill you, aren’t they?”
“Pretty much.” Steve sat back in his chair. He looked at Nat, them exchanging looks.
“I know. They’ve probably already got a hit on her now.”
“A hit? I’m sorry who?”
“You get any of this stuff under the table? Back alley dealings?” Nat asked you.
“No. Why would I?”
“Right, you’re an innocent civilian.” Nat eyed you up and down. “Even easier to make disappear.”
“Disappear?” You turned to Sam who was on defense now but also had no clue what was going on.
“You’ve unknowingly put a target on your back. HYDRA isn’t just going to let information of their infiltrating get out to the general public.”
You sank down into your seat. Writing history books, publishing biographies. Life was supposed to be easy or at least simple. Now you potentially had a very dangerous spy organization breathing down your back and looking to murder you. Worst part, you had no friends and little family. It wouldn’t be too hard to make you disappear.
“Zola’s algorithm was on the Lemurian Star so was Jasper Sitwell,” Nat commented to Steve.
“Zola? I think that’s somewhere in here… this guy, end of World War 2. Met Zola a little bit before S.H.I.E.L.D. or whatever the early days of S.H.I.E.L.D was.”
You pointed to some scribbles in Russian that Nat looked at, not even needing your translation sheet.
“She’s right. This guy knew Zola. Okay, Miss…”
“(Y/N).”
“(Y/N). You need to watch yourself and uh, maybe find a different topic for your little history lesson.”
Steve finished off his breakfast. “So how do the two most wanted people in Washington kidnap a S.H.I.E.L.D. officer in broad daylight?”
“The answer is, you don’t.” Sam plopped down his old file in front of them. “Consider this a resume.”
“The Khalid Khandil mission,” Nat said, looking the file over. “That was you?”
“You didn’t say he was a Pararescue. Is this Riley?” Steve asked.
You had heard lots about his wingman Riley. From the stories, he was a good man. Sam handed them a second part of the file. Steve opened it, looking at the pictures inside.
“I thought you were a pilot.”
“I never said pilot.”
“I can’t ask you to do this, Sam. You got out for a good reason.”
“Dude, Captain America needs my help.”
You snickered and the three suddenly remembered you were there. You smiled softly at Sam and gave him a pat on the arm.
“Last one of those is in Fort Meade. Guarded heavily.”
“Shouldn’t be a problem,” Steve said as he dropped the file reading EXO-7 Falcon on the table. “(Y/N), we’re gonna have to borrow Sam for a minute. Try to lay low and stay safe.”
“Understood.”
You scooped up all your papers and notebooks and left Sam’s house. After the talk with Steve and Nat, you became paranoid. It would’ve been much cooler to meet them under not so scary circumstances. Now, every car that passed you and every pedestrian whose stare lingered a moment too long made you nervous. You only breathed out a sigh of relief once you entered your apartment, dropping the keys on the counter and flopping onto the couch.
(Part 2)...
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Most Likely (high school reunion Stucky fic)
Nineteen:
Laughing so hard that he was just wheezing and tears building in his eyes, Steve grasped as his middle. Breathlessly accusing, "No way did that happen!"
"I promise it is! I wouldn't lie to you!"
Attempting to keep a straight face, Steve just watched at him for a while. But Bucky just barreled through. "Bianca was so devastated about that poor dead squirrel that we went and got it taxidermied, and she dragged it along on a little leash for months."
"Oh, god, I'm so going to hell for finding this funny," Steve broke out into more laughter.
Bucky raised his iced tea in a toast, "I'll be riding shotgun."
Shaking his head, Steve asked, "How did she even get so attached to a squirrel?"
"What, ya got wax build up in your ears?" Bucky teased, earning a balled up napkin being thrown at him. He didn't mind as he repeated, "Mr. Peebs was practically a part of our family. Always comin' up to our deck and eating the bird seed. It was a sad day for all of us."
Tossing his head back, Steve's laughter continued. Bucky wasn't sure how he had gone so long without hearing it. Sure, he was an idiot and a coward, but how could he ever not miss this man sitting across from him?
"What? Like your kids aren't weird?" Bucky joked, effectively getting the blond to calm and settle. With the sheepish look that took over his face, Bucky's interest was piqued, "Okay, spill. What's something weird that your kids have done?"
"Oh, god," Steve chuckled, taking a drink of his refilled lemonade. Thinking, "I don't even know where to start."
"Start wherever you'd like," Bucky assured, "I've got all day, doll."
Smiling – no, beaming at Bucky, Steve took a quiet moment to just look at the brunet while he thought. For that moment, Bucky felt serene. Felt more at peace than he had in the past two and a half decades. He felt as though he could finally breathe, deeply and fully.
"Okay," Steve started. Taking a quick drink, he set the glass down and said, "When Alice was six, she wanted a baby sister. Now, Pegs and I had already been divorced by that point, but Alice was adamant that she deserved a baby sister."
Bucky chuckled and Steve continued, "At first, she told people that I was going to have a baby. Assuming that – thanks to her older siblings – that all someone needed to do to have a baby was to really want to and to eat seeds."
"Seeds?" Bucky quirked a brow, "What kind of seeds?"
"Any kind. Didn't matter if it was pumpkin, watermelon, or sunflower. A seed was a, well, seed in her logic.
"So, she caught me eating pumpkin seeds and got so excited that she told her teacher, 'my daddy is having a baby.'"
"No," Bucky exaggerated while chuckling.
"Mhm," Steve confirmed. "And that's not even the weirdest part."
Bucky tapped Steve's leg with his foot, impatiently suggesting, "Well, out with it."
"Okay, okay." Playfully, he rolled his eyes, "So, after we sat her down and told her that no one was having a baby, she was crushed. But that was also around the time when Peggy started dating. And poor little Alice had overheard her siblings wondering about if their mom got married, if she'd have another guy's baby.
"So, there we were, back at square one. Only, different because she told her teacher, 'my mommy is dating so she can take someone's baby.'"
"Well, that wasn't where my mind went," Bucky chuckled, finishing off his tea.
"Oh, yeah. That was definitely an awkward conversation to have with my colleagues."
All Bucky could do was laugh. It reminded him of when they were kids and Steve would beg his parents for a sibling.
"What? Your kids didn't want any other siblings?" Steve good-naturedly teased.
"Enola wanted ten," Bucky claimed, remembering choking on his after bedtime cookies and milk, just like Steve was choking on his lemonade now. Bucky's brows furrowed in concern, but Steve immediately waved him off. Just like the punk always used to.
Deciding to keep talking so he had something to do, and Steve didn't feel like he was hovering, Bucky continued, "Bianca didn't want any. Vienna, though, wanted a brother, which she got a few years ago."
"Yeah?" Steve asked briefly before coughing again, still trying to recover.
Bucky nodded, "Yeah, Nat and Rick have Nadia, eight, and Nikolai, four."
"I haven't been around a toddler in years," Steve sighed, wistfully.
Growing up together, Bucky knew that Steve wanted to be a dad. Always claiming that he wanted to be just like his own father. And since Bucky grew up around Joe Rogers, he knew why Steve wanted to be like him. After all, Bucky wanted to be just like the man's best friend and his own dad, George Barnes.
"You miss it?" Bucky assumed, picturing Steve with his kids when they were toddlers. Imagining the kids on his broad shoulders and playing dress up.
"Sometimes."
Playfully, Bucky narrowed his eyes. He had always known a Steve Rogers bluff when he heard one. Thankfully, some things didn't change, and Steve caved.
"Alright," Steve shook his head, a smile on his face. "Of course, I miss it. All the cuddles and seeing the world through them as they learn new things? That stuff is the best. And now I've got two teenagers and two tweens, all of which would rather be with their friends."
Bucky could relate. He'd been there three times. "It's never easy. The happiest and saddest day is when you realize that you did your job as a parent. When Enola moved out, I was a wreck for about a week because I knew she could get by on her own. Sure, she'd always need me because I'm her dad, but it wasn't the same."
Reaching across the table, Steve gave his hand a comforting squeeze. Bucky could feel all those emotions building up in him. The feelings he felt when Enola moved out, like pride and fear. But also, the feelings he tried to bury at abandoning Steve, like guilt and longing. Because this, right here with Steve comforting him and empathizing with him, that was what he had needed and deprived himself of. No, deprived them of. He took that away from Steve too.
"God, Stevie, I'm so sorry."
Steve's brows furrowed, "For...?"
"Everything," Bucky said, caressing Steve's knuckles with his thumb. "I don't know if I'll ever forgive myself for not being there by your side."
"I hope you will," Steve squeezed his hand again. "I know it's not going to be easy – for either of us – but I want to be in your life, and I want you to be in mine."
"Yeah?"
"Yes."
"Good," Bucky let out a breath of relief. He never thought that he'd hear that. Quickly, he confirmed, "I want that too."
"Well, I would hope so!" Teasing, "You're stuck with me now."
His grin grew, "Sounds like torture."
Gosh, so much has been happening in my life. I've started reading "A Twisted Tales" series which are books of Disney fairytales not going the way the movies did. Like, I read "Part of Your World" which was a what if Ursula wasn't defeated. I also read "Once Upon a Dream" which is what if Sleeping Beauty didn't wake up. Now I'm reading "A Whole New World" which is what if Aladdin had never found the lamp. They're pretty good. Just in case you enjoy fairytales with a twist.
And since I've been reading those, I decided to rewatch "Once Upon a Time". Now, the last time I watched the show was back when it first came out and was week to week. And I never finished the series. So, there's a lot that I didn't remember, but it's fine because I got my nephew into the show. He is VERY passionate about NOT liking Prince Charming. Like, he went on a rant about how he's terrible and all of his decisions are stupid, and I wish that I had recorded it because it was the funniest thing. He also made some valid points about why he'd rather stay with The Evil Queen than with Prince Charming. So, yeah, it's fun rewatching it and seeing his reaction for the first time!
In other news, my health is pretty poor. But water is wet, so what else is new? But I do have to see my gastroenterologist and might have to get an upper endoscopy. Which, I've had before. It was nine years ago though, and my innards feel inflamed.
Oh! My brother and his wife also bought a house (can't remember if I've mentioned that yet), but I got to stay with them, so that was fun!
Anyway, I hope you're all doing well wherever you are!
Much love and appreciation
Minnie ❤❤❤
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(—) ★ spotted!! SAVANNAH PRESTON on the cover of this week’s most recent tabloid! many say that the 32 year old looks like SOPHIA BUSH, but i don’t really see it. while the SINGER/ACTRESS is known for being OUTGOING my inside sources say that they have a tendency to be RESENTFUL i swear, every time i think of them, i hear the song AIN’T NO DIME by TYRA MADISON {she/her / female} - penned by SUSHI, 27, FEMALE, SHE/HER (BETTY PRESTON’S WANTED YOUNGEST DAUGHTER CONNECTION)
BASICS
Name: Savannah Noelle Preston
Nicknames/Alias: Sav, Savvy
Face Claim: Sophia Bush
Age: 32
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Date/Place of Birth: August 29, 1990 in Nashville, TN
Currently: Ojai, CA (2 hour drive outside of LA)
Nationality: American
Occupation: Singer/Actress
PERSONALITY
Positives/Virtues/Skills:
Independent: free from outside control; not depending on another’s authority.
Confidence: feeling or showing confidence in oneself; self-assured.
Intuitive: using or based on what one feels to be true even without conscious reasoning; instinctive.
Endearing: inspiring love or affection.
Self-Aware: having conscious knowledge of one’s own character and feelings.
Outgoing: friendly and socially confident.
Flaws/Weaknesses:
Stubborn: having or showing dogged determination not to change one’s attitude or position on something, especially in spite of good arguments or reasons to do so.
Blunt: uncompromisingly forthright.
Opinionated: conceitedly assertive and dogmatic in one’s opinions.
Resentful: feeling or expressing bitterness or indignation at having been treated unfairly.
Archetype:
Leader: Always knows the best thing to do—and people follow.
Rebel/Revelutionary: Stands opposed to the status quo and fights for his cause.
Survivor: Pulls through no matter what happens, doesn’t give up.
Likes Favourite colour? Green
Favourite foods? Salmon, Chicken (especially fried), Chicken and Dumplings, Fried Pickles, Biscuits and Gravy, Banana Pudding (Literally her favorite thing in the world), Chicken Pot Pie, Corn Nuggets, Sweet Tea, Cornbread, Shrimp and Grits, Seafood Boil with Cajun Seasoning
Favourite music? Country, Pop, Rock
Favorite books? Romance
Fears: TBD
RELATIONSHIPS
Parents:
Unnamed Preston (Father, Country Music Superstar)
Bethany “Betty” Preston (Mother, Queen of Country Music/Founder and Owner of Preston Records)
Siblings:
Unnamed Preston (Older Sister, Singer, Wanted Connection)
Unnamed Preston (Younger Brother, UTP, Wanted Connection)
Children:
Bentley Kenneth Callaway (3-year-old son)
Presley Loretta Callaway (3-year-old daughter)
Other family: TBD
Pets:
Gypsy- 15 year old Mustang
Chief- 21-year-old Thoroughbred
Ace- 4-year-old German Shepherd
Harley- 1-year-old Border Collie
Loki (Orange Tabby), Bucky (Grey Tabby), and Natasha (Calico)- 7-month-old cats
Spouse: N/A
Current Partner: N/A
Ex-Partners: TBD
Co-Workers: TBD
Co-Stars: Athena Sinclair (Coyote Ugly), Felicity Dupont (Coyote Ugly)
Friends: TBD
Enemies: TBD
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Build: 5'4", 121 lbs, Curvy muscular build
Hair Colour: Dark brown
Eye Colour: Green
Distinguishing Marks: N/A
Accomplishments: 2 Emmy’s, 4 Grammy’s, 5 CMA’s, 2 AMA’s, 1 CMT Award, 5 PCA’s
Regrets: TBD
Secrets: She’s trying to break away from her family and do her own thing; Has been meeting with other record companies wanting to make the switch from Preston Records
HISTORY
Nashville, TN the heart of country music and hometown of the Preston children. Savannah born into bright lights and celebrity as the second born child of Unnamed Preston, Country Superstar, an Madelyn Preston, Queen of Country Music and Dallas Dame.
Life from the start was something of a fight, the wild spirit within Savannah never wanting to die down.
Her first televised appearance was at the age of 5 when her family signed a deal with ABC, a show called the Preston Hour that went on for 2 seasons before being cancelled.
Growing up, Savannah always felt she had to vie for her mother’s affection, leaning more towards her father, her wild, carefree spirit more centered with his own and feeling as though her mother pushed her way harder than her older sister and younger brother combined which only caused for resentment to grow untethered within the middle Preston child.
She started her music career at a young age, being cast as Cindy Lou Who in How A Grinch Stole Christmas and joining a local Children’s Choir after endless pleading to her parents.
From 10 to 17, Savannah enjoyed being a part of the Choir, dividing her time between that and her horses. Parents split when Sav was 15, mom got full custody, Savannah’s relationship with father becomes short to not fault of her or her father’s own, relationship with her mother continued to dwindle
Her first major career move happened at 16 when she released her self titled album Savannah Preston. Needless to say, the album was a hit and her rise to stardom was almost instantaneous and the signing on with her parents record label was to follow.
Every two years, a new album would be released and the time in between a few singles have been scattered. Music was where her heart was and while she wanted nothing more than to pull away from the shadow she was cast in behind her mother and older sister (whom she knew her mother wanted to take over the Queen of Country Music mantle) that wouldn’t come for a few years, her desire to impress her mother, prove to her that she could be the Queen of Country Music, and finally get the some affection and pride that her older sister got burning far to strong within the young star.
She had been cast in a few movies, all wholesome country movies until 2017 at the age of 27, when the realization that her mother would never give her the attention she so craved and so like the typical middle child and much like her own mother had done at one point, Savannah accepted a role in Coyote Ugly, a stunt that would only fuel her growing celebrity.
There was a pause in released albums from 24-31, focus on her roles in her various movies and her lead role in the TV show Nashville but also her return home to Nashville where she spent her time off from acting to help out her childhood best friend with their farm and even contributing to some of Aiyla’s humanitarian work, hosting fundraisers and raising money for some of the charities that she was on board with.
A series of unfortunate relationships have been left in Savannah’s wake, some ending because of her and others ending because of them but all inspiring a song or two.
Though no albums were released while she was taking time off to focus on her acting, her friends farm, and the charities, Savannah did still write music and release a couple of singles and covers, including Jolene which was written and performed by her mother. During this break Savannah got into a whirlwind romance with one of the stable hands she worked with on her best friends farm, her pregnancy with her twins a result of this at the age of 29. She has 50/50 custody of her twins and absolutely adores them.
Age 31 and the release of Midnights (3am Edition), brought with Savannah a newfound sense of self, the realization that competing with her older sister was a losing battle and that her mother was clearly intent on the oldest taking over her mantle, saw the brunette beginning to pull away from her family, not as connected to them as she once was and secretly meeting with other record labels in attempts to get away from Preston Records.
Now at 32, Savannah has found herself becoming more in tune with herself and the things she wants and loves. Not letting the pressures of anyone’s expectations drag her down or hold her back from what she can be. The release of her latest album, Backroad Therapy, had been a longtime coming, some of the songs having been written over the years and Sav not quite ready to release them until now. This album was a recent release, end of November and ever since it’s release she has felt nothing but high as she begins filming season 3 of Sweet Magnolias where she plays leading role, Maddie Townsend.
RESUME
Music Career:
Savannah Preston (Released, age 16)
Tim McGraw 3:54
Picture to Burn 2:55
Teardrops on My Guitar 3:35
A Place in This World 3:22
Cold as You 4:01
The Outside 3:29
Tied Together with a Smile 4:11
Stay Beautiful 3:58
Should've Said No 4:04
Mary's Song (Oh My My My) 3:35
Our Song 3:24
I'm Only Me When I'm with You 3:35
Invisible 3:26
A Perfectly Good Heart 3:42
Teardrops on My Guitar (Pop Version) 2:58
Fearless (Released, age 18)
Fearless 4:02
Fifteen 4:54
Love Story 3:55
Hey Stephen 4:15
White Horse 3:54
You Belong With Me 3:51
Breathe 4:24
Tell Me Why 3:20
You’re Not Sorry 4:22
The Way I Loved You 4:05
Forever & Always 3:45
The Best Day 4:05 (For her dad)
Change 4:40
Long Live (Released, age 20)
Mine 3:51
Sparks Fly 4:21
Back To December 4:54
Speak Now 4:01
Dear John 6:44 (Inspired by Valentine Laurent)
Mean 3:58
The Story Of Us 4:26
Never Grow Up 4:50
Enchanted 5:52
Better Than Revenge 3:37 (Inspired by Valentine Laurent)
Innocent 5:02
Haunted 4:02
Last Kiss 6:07
Long Live 5:18
Red (Released, age 22)
State of Grace 4:55
Red 3:41
Treacherous 4:01
I Knew You Were Trouble 3:38
All Too Well 5:28
22 3:50
I Almost Do 4:03
We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together 3:12
Stay Stay Stay 3:25
The Last Time 4:58
Holy Ground 3:22
Sad Beautiful Tragic 4:44
The Lucky One 4:00
Everything Has Changed 4:04
Starlight 3:38
Begin Again 3:58 (Inspired by Valentine Laurent)
1990 (Released, age 24)
Welcome To New York 3:32
Blank Space 3:52
Style 3:51
Out Of The Woods 3:56
All You Had To Do Was Stay 3:13
Shake It Off 3:39
I Wish You Would 3:27
Bad Blood 3:32
Wildest Dreams 3:40
How You Get The Girl 4:08
This Love 4:10
I Know Places 3:16
Clean 4:31
Midnights (3am Edition) (Released, age 31)
Lavender Haze 3:23
Maroon 3:39
Anti-Hero 3:21
Snow On The Beach 4:17
You're On Your Own, Kid 3:15
Midnight Rain 2:55
Question...? 3:31
Vigilante Shit 2:45 (Inspired by Valentine Laurent)
Bejeweled 3:15
Labyrinth 4:08
Karma 3:25 (Inspired by Valentine Laurent)
Sweet Nothing 3:09
Mastermind 3:12
The Great War 4:01
Bigger Than The Whole Sky 3:39
Paris 3:17
High Infidelity 3:52
Glitch 2:29
Would've, Could've, Should've 4:21
Dear Reader 3:46
Backroad Therapy (Released, age 32)
Better Than Goodbye 4:00
Dive Bar Dreamer 3:33
I Kinda Don’t 3:47
All The Cowboys 3:48
How Do We Go 3:28
Best Worst Ex 2:54
That’s What Love Is 4:04 (Was a wedding gift for Val & Julian lol)
Backroad Therapy 3:39 (Inspired by Louie Wiley)
Skip This Part 3:19
Tall Boys 3:23
Singles (Various Ages, All Released)
Where Are You Christmas 3:51 (age 10, performed in movie and in One Voice Children’s Choir)
Hero 3:48 (age 14, performed with One Voice Children’s Choir)
Mary, Did You Know? 3:41 (age 16, performed with One Voice Children’s Choir)
Holding Out For A Hero 4:21 (Cover, age 16)
I’ll Always Remember You 4:27 (age 17, with One Voice Children’s Choir Seniors)
She’s Mine 3:00 (age 17)
Makeup Is Expensive 3:18 (age 19)
Just Cause I Love You 3:19 (age 19)
Can’t Miss You Anymore 2:52 (age 19)
Give Into Me 3:30 (age 20, Country Strong)
Asking For A Friend 3:11 (age 21)
Waste More Time 3:08 (age 22)
Villain 2:56 (age 23) (Inspired by Louie)
What He Didn’t Do 3:18 (age 23)
What It Means To Be A Girl 2:48 (age 23)
Damsel In This Dress 2:58 (age 25)
We Wouldn’t Be Us 3:17 (age 25)
Strawberry Wine 4:04 (Cover, age 25)
Country Boy’s Dream Girl 3:04 (age 25)
Jolene 2:38 (Cover, age 26)
Close To You 3:45 (age 26)
Lived It Twice 2:54 (age 27)
Whiskey Side Of Me 2:47 (age 27)
Ain’t No Dime 3:12 (age 27)
Don’t Take The girl 3:37 (Cover, age 27)
Right Girl Wrong Time 3:48 (age 28)
Flowers 2:37 (age 28) (Inspired by Louie Wiley)
One Of The Guys 3:11 (age 29)
Lightning 3:46 (age 30)
Battlefield 3:00 (age 30)
I Hope You’re Happy Now 3:19 (age 30, ft. Lee Brice)
I Hope 3:33 (age 31)
This Is How I Learn To Say No 2:23 (age 31)
Hard Candy Christmas 4:00 (age 32)
Damn You 3:03 (age 32) (Inspired by Louie Wiley)
Voices 3:16 (age 32)
Do It Like A Girl 2:43 (age 32)
Movie Career:
2000- How The Grinch Stole Christmas; role: Cindy Lou Who, age 10
2006- Flicka; role: Katy McLaughlin, age: 16
2006- Bring It On: All Or Nothing; role: Brittney Allen, age: 16
2008- Step Up 2; role: Andie, age: 18
2011- Country Strong; role: Chiles Stanton, age: 21
2014- Dakota’s Summer; role: Kristin, age: 24
2014- Step Up: All In; role: Andie, age: 24
2017- Coyote Ugly; role: Rachel, age: 27
2018- Forever My Girl; role: Josie, age: 28
Television Career:
1995-1996- The Preston Hour; role: Herself, age: 5-6
2012-2018- Nashville; role: Juliette Barnes, age: 22-28
2020-Present- Sweet Magnolia’s; role: Maddie Townsend, age: 30-32
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hi write more dad!bucky headcanons please and thank you
there u go
BELLA I LOVE THIS???? IM SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG MY LOVE I HOPE YOU LIKE IT <33
pairing: dad!bucky x reader
word count: 1.1k
summary: just a bunch of headcanons about bucky with his children
warnings: babies; mentions of pregnancy; i think that’s it? otherwise, its pure fluff
a/n: i've never written headcanons before dhajdjjss i'm sorry if this sucks. i’ve talked about some of these on here before, but i added them here anyway.
Let's get this out of the way: Bucky is the best dad ever.
I mean, you thought you always knew he was going to be a great father. He's a literal angel, after all. But when you had your daughter, Marigold, you realized just how amazing he really was.
Bucky took care of everything. From waking his little girl up for school every morning, getting her ready and even making her breakfast.
He would often let her hook her arms around his metal arm and lift her into the air, the sound of her laughter filling the home you had built with the love of your life.
Bucky used to be insecure about his arm, once. About the scars that littered his shoulder like constellations in the sky, the vibranium shot through with gold. And while you had managed to rid him of most of these inhibitions, he still wore his gloves when he dropped Mari off at school.
That was, until the day Mari dragged him to meet her friends
"Look, guys," she said, with the biggest grin on her face. "My dad has a robot arm. How cool is that?"
Bucky damn near teared up at the look of pride on her face. Because how could his baby girl ever be ashamed of him? Her father was a hero who had saved more lives with that arm than he had taken, even if he forgot that sometimes.
When Mari decided she wanted to be a nail tech, he bought her a full kit just so she could practice.
Of course, she chose her dad to be her model.
Bucky walked around for weeks with his nails painted painted pink, waiting until the nail polish was chipped so bad he had no choice but to ask Mari to take it off and put on a fresh coat.
Seeing your husband with your daughter, you were completely unafraid to tell him that you were pregnant again.
You had never met a man capable of giving as much love to everyone around him as Bucky was, after all.
Bucky was overjoyed when you told him. He wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you up into the air and spinning you around, laughing like a child.
And when you found out that you were having twins—there's no way to put into words how delighted he was.
Just as he had when you were pregnant with Mari, Bucky took care of everything.
Only this time, he had Mari to help him.
The two of them repainted the nursery together. One of the walls was left the yellow-splattered orange it had been painted previously—for your Mari's name. One was painted a midnight blue for your daughter, and another a mint green for your son.
Brainstorming names was somewhat of a challenge. Bucky, of course, had two names in mind, but he was unsure of how you would react to them.
That was, until you brought it up yourself.
"I think we should name the boy Steve," you said one night, as he got ready for bed. "And our girl—Rebecca. After your sister."
Bucky froze.
"Are you sure, love? We—I know you had a lot of names in mind, but—"
"They were two of the most important people in your life, Bucky. Of course I'm sure."
The first time Bucky held Steve and Rebecca in his arms, he was shaking. Never in his life had he expected that he would have not one, but three beautiful children.
Three children with your hair and his eyes.
A family he would live and die for.
Mari was the most enchanting older sister. She read to her siblings every night, clambering into the crib and lying in between them, careful and gentle in a way most six-year-olds aren't.
As they got older, little Steve's fascination with his dad's metal arm grew.
He would draw little stars on the vibranium with white dry-erase markers, then rub them off with his thumb.
Steve never failed to boast about how his dad was a superhero to his friends at school—to the point where Bucky was bombarded with little boys asking to touch his metal arm every time he went to pick the kids up from school.
Becca, meanwhile, never let you do her hair. "I like it better when dad does it, Mommy."
And so Bucky did her hair every morning, sleeking those strands back into a silken braid, securing the ends with a black hair-tie that had threads of gold running through it.
"To match Dad's arm," Becca had grinned when she had asked you to buy it for her.
Eventually, Becca decided that if Bucky braided her hair, it was only fair that she braided his too.
It started one morning as Bucky was getting ready for school, when she told him that he was doing her hair all wrong and proceeded to climb up on the bed and put a tiny little braid in her dad's hair.
Of course, Bucky wore it around for the rest of the day.
The braid, coupled with his nails painted pink, thanks to Mari, subjected him to Sam's ceaseless teasing.
He didn't care, though. His heart swelled in his chest every time he glanced down at his nails or his fingers brushed the braid in his hair.
To the point where he grew his hair out again, just so Mari and Becca could braid it.
Of course, Steve decided that he wanted long hair too when he saw his dad skipping haircuts.
In fact, Steve even insisted you braid little sections of his hair like his sisters did for his dad.
It didn't matter to him what the boys at school said about his hair. If it was good enough for Dad, it was good enough for him.
Sam was bewitched by your children too. It was hard to say who was more excited to see the other on the weekends, when choruses of, "Uncle Sammy!" broke through the house every time the doorbell rang.
Spending Sundays at your house became sort of a tradition, as did spending holidays on Sam's boat.
Sarah's sons were enamored with your children. The five of them were inseparable, running around the docks, dodging Sam's neighbors who had now come to know the Barnes family all too well.
Bucky had never really imagined that he would ever know peace like this: with a family that he wasn't going to lose this time.
With friends he was sure wouldn't leave him behind.
He had never allowed himself to hope for it
But as he watched the sunset over the waters, sitting next to Sam with a bottle of beer in his hand, the sound of your laughter mixed with his kids' filling the air around him, he thought that maybe, just maybe, he had done something right with his shot at redemption after all.
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You always meet twice (Wanda Maximoff x Romanoff!Reader)
(not my GIF)
Masterlist
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader, Pietro Maximoff x Reader (Past), Natasha Romanoff x Reader (Siblings)
Warnings: cursing, i think that‘s it?
Summary: When your sister Natasha asked you to be her representative at the Avengers, you immediately agreed. But then you meet Wanda Maximoff again and it seems like your shared past comes up as well as the then developed feelings.
Word Count: 3.1K
In bold are flashbacks.
A/N: This story is based on my POV i started some months ago, but the plot varies most of the time. Keep in mind that this is my first story and please be nice hahaha
Good reading!
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You are walking through the halls of the Avenger‘s compound. Although your sister always talks about them, “her new family“, you have never met them before. At least not all of them. Some agents throw judgy glances at you, but you decide to ignore them - you are (Y/N) Romanoff, you’re not in need of being popular, being friendly, you’re a damn skilled agent, always ready to kick asses. That’s also why it didn‘t bother you when Natasha, your older sister, called and asked you for a favour - rather, you have always been curious what it is like to be an Avenger, so you didn‘t even think twice about accepting her offer of being her stand-in for some months.
Are you confident? Yes. Well... you try to be? Maybe- no definitely: it became a coping mechanism. But nobody could blame you… being Natasha Romanoff‘s sister sucks. Don‘t get it wrong, you love your sister with your whole heart, she is your one and only, your tower of strength. But constantly being overshadowed by her? Once people hear about your famous relative you were only seen as her sister, your own persona and personality weren‘t interesting anymore. As a result, you were working for S.H.I.E.L.D in an outpost in Europe, distant enough to start your own life, own career and only hearing about one Romanoff, (Y/N) Romanoff.
You stand before the door of the meeting room, aware of as soon as you go in there, there‘ll be no going back. Surprisingly calm you take one final breath before you knock and get invited in. There they are. The Avengers. Some of them you already know: Clint aka Hawkeye, your sister‘s best friend, Steve aka Captain America, your sister‘s ex-lover, Tony Stark aka Iron Man, sarcasm in person, and… the Maximoff Twins? Seeing them, seeing her, it literally took your breath away. You freeze, not able to breathe, to react nor to say anything.
„(Y/N),my god, have you grown?!“, Clint breaks the silence while coming near to hug you. In his arms you finally release the breath you unconsciously were holding in, and when you pull back you take a closer look at him.
„You‘re becoming grey, Legolas, are the kids that bad?“, you tease, matching his tone and patting his arm lightly.
„Oh dear, it just makes me nervous to see you again“, he jokes as he motions you to sit down.
„Speaking about that, it‘s nice to see you again, (Y/N).“ Steve nods at you and you force a smile - you think Steve is a nice guy, you really do, but you don‘t know the exact circumstances of his break-up with Nat, so you decide to keep distance in a friendly manner.
The remaining time of the meeting nothing special happens, though every time you look around the table you can‘t help but rest your eyes on a certain brunette. And it seems like she notices your gaze, meeting your eyes on and off. You try to ignore the uncomfortable feeling that sets in your stomach whenever her green eyes meet yours, and obviously you are not able to hold the eye contact, so you always look at the floor quickly.
After the meeting the heroes all pop off, only you stay to put away the new equipment and gear you got. But then suddenly a well-known voice speaks up and you startle.
„Already forgot me, (Y/N)?“ You turn around, your heart racing.
„How could I forget the Wanda Maximoff?“, you nervously chuckle.
„I must say I‘m disappointed, I at least expected a greeting.“
„Wanda I-„
„(Y/N)! How long has it been? I…“, Pietro speeds in the room and rubs his neck tense, „I missed you.“
Wanda wheezes and rolls her eyes. „I‘m gonna leave you lovebirds alone“. She walks out of the room before you can say anything more.
„Well that was… weird.“ you say as you turn completely to Pietro.
„She‘s going through a hard time, she will be gentler soon.“
„You think so?“, you laugh, „define soon.“
Pietro chuckles and doesn‘t answer, not even he sees through Wanda‘s feelings, especially when it‘s about you. „Come on, I will introduce you to the others.“
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Pietro took you to the living room and you have to say, you never thought the Avengers, the world‘s mightiest heroes, would be so endearing. You can finally understand why Nat sees them as her family, even after only spending some hours with them you start to let them in your heart immediately. Until Bucky decided to bring up a sensitive topic.
„From where do you know the twins, (Y/N)?“
You choke on the soda you are drinking, completely caught off-guard with that question. But after clearing your throat your coping mechanism once again appears. „They didn‘t tell you, huh? Well, we had a past.“, you chuckle.
Tony rolls his eyes, annoyed by the childish behaviour, but it makes you smile even bigger. Pietro blushes at the sudden mention of him and tries to distract. „(Y/n), why don‘t you tell them about your powers?“.
„Ok, ok… I'm pretty good at Teleportation, mind manipulation and shape shifting objects.“
Bruce, who you learnt was the human version of the Hulk, was stunned. „Wow, that sounds like a nice substitute for Natasha.“ You smile at him appreciating.
„So Romanoff, since the only other mind stuffy person in this house seems to be pissed, you’ll start training with Rogers.“ Tony announced bugged.
„Can‘t wait.“ You and Steve get up to go to the gym and the rest starts talking about their new member.
„She seems like a faithful person. A true Romanoff.“, Bucky states.
„Ironically, she‘s really good at betrayal and hurting people.“, Wanda says snippy as she walks in to get a snack.
Pietro sighs, „Wanda, what the hell?“
„She‘s not as perfect as you think, Romeo.“
Tony claps to get their attention, „Concentration, guys! You better clear up, Wanda, I just got Information from Fury, you and y/n will be a team in tomorrow‘s mission.“ Wanda rolls her eyes in annoyance, but she knows that it‘s unnecessary to protest.
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During training, all you thought of was Wanda. Then you tried to read, sleep, watch tv, but nothing could distract you from thinking about the Sokovian. It felt like all the feelings you tried to suppress this past year flood you now at the same time. You barely perceived that you got up, your feet carrying you to the kitchen. Standing in front of the kitchen door you finally wake up from your trance. Your hands are sweaty and shaky, your heart pounding. “What the hell am I doing here?“ You think and just before you turn around the door opens, hitting your shoulder lightly.
„Oh my god, I didn't see you, are you ok?“
„Don‘t worry, I‘m fine. I- I was about to leave anyway.“ 
„But you haven’t even been in there yet, (Y/N).“ The way she says your name releases a cluster of butterflies in your stomach, green eyes watching you amused. „I‘m sorry.“
„Really, it‘s fine. Wanda, list-“
„Don‘t, (Y/N). We don‘t have to do this.“, Wanda sighs.
You take a deep breath and continue, „No, I have to. I am sorry. For everything. I-...I miss you.“
„(Y/N), please, sto-“, she says almost whispering.
„As a friend. I miss my best friend.“
You notice slightly tears forming in her eyes. „You did this to me-“
„(Y/n)! We need you to show us your powers!“ Bucky shouts excitedly as he approaches you both.
„Bucky, now is really not the time to-“
„We need it. For the plan. You know, tomorrow‘s mission?“
You clench your fists and sigh, you know the private moment you just had was ruined. With one apologetic look to Wanda you follow Bucky to the meeting room.
This job will be your end.
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You weren‘t wrong about this job being your end. Well at least the circumstances. Last night’s events were just... crazy.
After showing the team your powers you went straight to bed, exhausted from all the physical training and psychological stress. When you heard the knocking on the door, you‘re surprised to see Pietro standing there after opening it.
„(Y/N), I think we should talk.“
„Pietro, i-...“, you sigh, „today‘s really not my day. Can we wait until tomorrow?“
„I can‘t wait. Please. I need to get this out.“
„Oookay, go on then, i guess.“, you say, kinda annoyed by the pushiness of the Sokovian.
„I‘m glad that you are here and ok.“
„So am I...“ you laugh humorlessly, „it certainly feels nice to know someone here that doesn‘t completely hate me“ Pietro looks you in the eyes and slowly comes closer. Your breath hitches and you gulp hard when he takes your hand.
„Pietro, what are you doi-“ Before you can finish the sentence, lips are pressed on yours. You are shocked by the action, and you hesitate to kiss back. Yet you can’t resist the familiar feeling of his lips caressing your own, so you kiss back.
„(Y/N), we need to...“, Wanda says approaching your floor but when she sees you both, she immediately freezes„...talk.“
The second you hear her talking you pull back and step away from Pietro. The brunette looks at you incredulously and then walks away.
„Wanda. Wanda!“ you shout while running after her. „Wanda, would you please stop eloping!“ She stops and turns around, eyes burning red. She‘s furious, dangerous, not in control of herself.
„Wanda, use your words. Calm do-“
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She did not calm down. In fact, she threw you against the closest wall. Even though you don’t have any serious injuries, you are mad. If you were trying to find the courage to talk to her, she could use her words too, right? The morning was quiet, too quiet if you are honest. Each time the door to the gym opened you startled, expecting to get yelled at. But it never happened. Once the twins walked in, they ignored you. Both of them, though Pietro occasionally glanced confused at you. After debating whether you should talk to her or not, you decided to walk up to her and confront her. „What the hell was that yesterday, Wanda?!“
She just huffs and continues to hit the punching bag, but you are determined to talk about it before going on a mission with her, you couldn‘t risk being distracted.
„You‘re acting like a bitch, I don‘t even recognize you anymore“, you say incredulously.
She aggressively turns around. „I am the bitch? You‘re the one that throws herself at anyone, not being here for even a whole day!“
„He“, you point at Pietro, „ he fucking kissed me! I never wanted it to happen. He caught me off-guard!“
„Oh and of course you couldn‘t defend yourself, poor (Y/N).“ Wanda ironically retorts, pushing you against your shoulder.
„Guys-“
„You literally came in one second after he kissed me-“
„GUYS!“ Pietro shouts and both of you turn to him, not noticing that he’s still in the same room. „What the hell is going on with you two?“
„You know what? What the hell Pietro, too! You can‘t just kiss me after not seeing me for a year! What if I don‘t like you anymore?“
„You don‘t like me anymore?“
„You don‘t like him anymore?“
You sigh. „Yes. No. I mean…. I don't like you anymore like that. I- I like you as a friend, Pietro. After you flew from Hydra-“
„-alone-“, Wanda interjects.
„After you flew from Hydra alone, it broke my heart! You freaking left us there!“
Wanda scowls. „And then you did the same to me some time later.“
„Wanda I-... You think it was easy for me to just leave you behind? Fuck, Wanda, do you really think that low of me? When Nat rescued me I tried to convince her to take you with us but she… we… you...“
„Say it, (Y/N). I was the enemy. You were the poor agent, kidnapped by Hydra and experimented on and I was the maniac that volunteered for a dangerous organization.“
„I tried to come back and get you!“
„Don't lie to me, (Y/N).“
„Oh my god“, you huff, „believe me for once!“
„Why should i?!“
„Because I love you!“
O oh.
You both tense, green eyes filled with rage, jealousy, confusion, probably every emotion there is, staring wide at you. You all stand there in silence, all shocked by your outburst, and the only thing that can be heard is your shaky breathing. „Shit. I- I need to go“, you mumble as you storm out of the room embarrassed.
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This was not going well. Your relationship with Wanda was already complicated enough and your dumb, unplanned love confession didn’t really help. However, you needed to suck it up, ignore all the overthinking in your mind. You are here for a reason. A job. Not a witch.
You are here for the missions. For Nat.
That’s what you tell yourself all the time. But your brain and your heart don‘t really agree, especially while being on a mission with Wanda. You have never been more thankful for your powers that were blocking her out from reading your mind, you were sure your thoughts were literally screaming at her. And gee, you know her too well, she was trying to read your mind - Wanda always has that certain concentrated cute gaze and slight wrinkles between her eyebrows when she does it. Studying her so precisely was a mistake, it made the whole thing even more uncomfortable.
She didn’t react to what you said earlier (not that you gave her that much chance), she acted like you never said anything important like that. But when she caught you staring at her she raised her eyebrows challengingly and broke the silence.
“Are you nervous?”
“Hmm? Oh well, no. I- I guess we had more difficult missions.”, you give her a shy smile and start playing with your fingers nervously.
“Sure.. That’s why you’re currently doing one of your habits when you’re nervous.`` Wanda teases.
You blushed, your cheeks turning faint red. “Let’s just do this'', you say, stepping out of the jet and putting in the comm - earpiece.
Your task wasn’t hard. Go in, kill the enemies, destroy the data, walk out. It was going well until you saw Wanda getting attacked from behind. But before the agent could point his gun at her and hurt her you shut your eyes close and focused on turning his gun into a flower.
“Romantic!”
“You’re welcome”, you playfully roll your eyes. You curse yourself for having no other - less with love connected - idea to use. You scream just before a grenade goes up next to you, throwing you through a glass door. You can’t use your teleportation in time and the impact is pretty hard, causing you to pass out.
Wanda turns after hearing your scream. “Shit, shit, shit Romanoff!”, she activates her comms, “Guys, pick us up, (Y/N) is down!” She stands protectively next to your unconscious body, defending you from getting attacked or worse.
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You wake up in the medical wing of the Avengers. The first thing you notice is that you’re still wearing your suit, so the injury couldn‘t be that bad. At least you thought. Only seconds later you feel the banging in your head, ringing sounds in your ears. You bury your face in the pillow, frustrated of being new and your first mission already gone wrong. You could hear them teasing you for being the “weaker” Romanoff and start rethinking the choice to even get on this team.
And then Wanda walks in and all thoughts are gone. No more noises, no hammering - all senses preoccupied with her. She seems tired, still wearing her suit as well, and exhausted.
“Hi.”
“Hey.” You look at her curious. “You look tired.”
She chuckles lightly. “You pass out and the first thing you comment is how I look? Wow.”
“What can I say, you really make me concentrate on other things than my condition.” She looks confused at your statement, though an amused smile on her lips. “Because you’re a known face- family- and that reminds me of my sister and gives me comfort.”, you stutter complete nonsense.
Did i really just say that?!
You wished she wasn’t standing there, then you would have been able to facepalm yourself as hard as you could.
“Oh, eh, sure. I’m tired, you were right. You were unconscious the whole night. I stayed, I thought it would be nice for you to not wake up alone.” She tries to overplay your weird comment.
“The whole night? Holy shit. I was unconscious for that long i-”, you feel your whole body tingling as you just now realize her purpose, “that’s very nice of you. Thank you.”
“No, no (Y/N). I owed you that. You saved me...thank you.”
“Wanda Maximoff, you do have manners after all.“ She playfully rolls her eyes on your comment and glances at the floor in embarrassment. „You’re welcome. You would have done the same - I hope?”
She giggles and you can’t help but smile like an idiot at that adorable sound. Then you just stare at each other, both too shy to break the comfortable silence. But then Wanda speaks up again.
“You know I’m-”, she starts fidgeting with her rings, “I’m sorry. For being such a bitch. I.. appreciate what you said… earlier. I guess I was just hurt and frustrated.“
“I know Wanda. Don’t be sorry. You have every right to be mad. It was wrong to expect that we could pretend like nothing happened back there in Sokovia.”
After a short silence Wanda asks, almost in a whisper: “Do- do you regret it?”
“What?! No! Loving you is the best thing that has ever happened to me. As a friend. But also more.”, you shake your head as if to underline your sentence and the last part of the sentence coming out almost inaudible, but she still hears it.
Wanda says nothing, she just nodds. But then she slowly moves her hand to your own and takes it. Ignoring the butterflies spreading all over your body, you squeeze her hand, happy you both stopped fighting. You shuffle to the edge of the sickbed and pat to the free place next to you. The Sokovian hesitantly moves next to you, but as soon as she feels your warm body next to her, she gives in and relaxes. You both lie there, just enjoying each other’s presence, until Wanda’s eyes start to get heavier and heavier and she eventually drives off to sleep. And seeing her, the girl you love, in this peaceful state relaxes you as well and you can’t fight falling asleep with the calming sound of her steady breathing next to you.
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Dishonorable Discharge | dark!Bucky Barnes x sister!reader
please please please do not read or interact if this content would be triggering or upsetting for you in any way. i do not condone the topics or behaviors that i write about.
summary: you and your brother were always thick as thieves, even if you weren’t technically related. you weren’t ready for him to leave to go off to war, but you were even less prepared for the shell of him that would return.
warnings: noncon smut, sibling incest (I mean she’s adopted but still), breeding kink, innocence kink, loss of virginity, mention of hypothetical underage activity?? idk how to tag that but everyone in this story is 18+!
word count: 3.6k
tagging @lestersglitterglue cause they asked real nice!
Even though you were adopted, people always said that you and Bucky had a family resemblance. It wasn't your respective appearances per se, but rather the way your eyes both sparkled. Your parents sometimes joked that the two of you were more brother and sister than most brothers and sisters were— and they were right: even with the age gap, often the two of you felt like twins. It was hard to imagine that your biological parents could've kept you and that you never would've known him... it felt like he had always been your brother, your best friend, your partner in crime; your Jamie.
You had been awful when he deployed. You'd sobbed and screamed and beat his chest with your weak little fists. You'd told him that if he left, you would hate him forever; that if he left, he might as well never come back.
Of course you regretted it once you got older and realized how stupid you were. But you were only fifteen then, and heartbroken, and too selfish to understand that there were things more important than the promises you'd made to each other as children. You were so afraid that he wouldn't come back and that you'd lose your only real friend in this world; and, like it often does, that fear turned to anger.
By the time you were seventeen, you finally stopped crying and tried to make a life for yourself. You tried to see it all as an opportunity: he'd always been the popular one, meaning you were stuck being known as "Bucky's little sister" rather than as your own person. Now you could just be you for once— as soon as you figured out who you were without him.
By nineteen, you had lost hope that he would return. You pretended to be at peace with that. You pretended not to hate yourself for pushing him away when you needed each other most. Silently, you thought of him every day; secretly, you went to church every night to pray for him.
It was the sort of neighborhood where you could leave your door unlocked, so you did. Still, people usually knocked first. You were wearing a nightgown you only wore around the house because it was much too short and small for you now, but with the hot weather, it was necessary. You hadn’t expected to hear the door open, so as you nervously peered out from the hall to the foyer, you were beyond surprised at what you saw.
The man in the doorway… he looked familiar. He was wearing your brother's uniform. But his eyes were different. That sparkle you shared was long gone. And without it, you weren't sure he was your brother anymore.
"Jamie?" you asked, unable to believe what you were seeing.
Recognition crossed his face like he was hearing the name of someone he used to know.
"Jamie," you called again, your voice breaking as you ran to him; you wrapped your arms around his waist and held him tight enough to make up for all the lost time. "I thought I'd lost you," you sobbed, "oh god, Jamie, I thought you were—"
"Shhhh," he soothed, finally reciprocating the hug as one hand stroked the back of your head.
"Don't ever leave me again," you begged. "I can't lose you again."
"I won't go," he promised softly.
And just like that, you were the same little girl who'd clung to his legs and begged him to stay all those years ago, but this time you'd gotten what you always dreamed of. This time, he wasn’t going to leave.
“You still like your eggs basted?” you asked him with a toothy smile, doing your best to keep things light. You had so many questions for him but you wanted him to just feel at home first. You two had always told each other everything, so you figured it wouldn’t be long until he told you what he’d been through in the last several years.
When you turned to receive the answer to your question, though, you found him spaced out in his seat at the dining table, staring off into nothing. You could tell he was thinking about something just from the way his eyes were glazed over; you could tell he was thinking about something unpleasant from the way his fist was tightened.
"Are you okay?" you asked gently. Silence.
You left your place by the stove, crossing the kitchen and kneeling down so you were eye-level with him. Hesitantly, you reached out to brush your hand against his face. He was certainly older-looking, and stubble dusted his jaw where it met with where his hair had grown out. You wondered if it was as strange for him to see you and how much you’d aged as it was for you to see him like this.
“Jamie,” you whispered, “come back to me.”
Finally, as your hand cupped his cheek, he turned to look at you. Even with a face that was hard to recognize at times, the eyes that met yours were undoubtedly your brother’s. Darker, yes, and clearly tired from everything they’d seen, but as blue and perfect as always.
"When you call me that,” he spoke, eyes scanning your face, “it's like no time has passed at all. It's like I'm still the same boy I was the day I left."
You swallowed. "But you aren't, are you?"
He shook his head, just barely.
“Hey, listen to me,” you instructed, getting more serious and refusing to let him break the eye contact. “It doesn’t matter what you’ve seen, or what you’ve done. You’re my brother. You’re my best friend. You’re my whole world—”
You choked up a little, but kept going.
“—and I’m glad you’re home, okay?”
“Okay,” he agreed, smiling that crooked smirk that made your heart melt every time.
“You still want those eggs?”
He nodded a little.
“Basted?”
“Yeah, basted,” he agreed, turning back to the table as you stood up and returned to the stove.
“Your room’s the same as it was when you left,” you told him as you cracked the first egg into the hot pan. You were sort of nervous to bring up anything about that, but you thought he might find it comforting.
“I don’t think I’m ready to go in there yet,” he admitted.
“Stay in my room tonight, then. It’s almost the same as it was then, too…”
“I’m amazed that bed can still fit you; are you sure we’ll both be able to sleep on it?” he asked.
“Oh, I was gonna give you the bed and make myself a pallet on the floor!” you clarified, wondering how he ever thought the two of you could share a bed; you hadn’t since you were little little-- like, under ten-years-old little.
But when you turned to look at him again, he seemed genuinely disappointed. "Of course I can't let you sleep on the floor. You take the bed; I've got a lot of practice with sleeping on the ground anyhow."
That was the last thing you wanted, him reminded of what it was like out there.
"We'll share the bed," you announced. "If I take off all the plushies and decorative pillows, there might just be room for you."
"Woah woah woah," Bucky raised his arms as if to motion for you to slow down. "We can't just go evicting Mr. Hoppy! He's been a full-time resident of your bed for the past twenty years!"
You both laughed, and it was almost like old times.
"He'd happily move over for you, Jamie."
The two of you brushed your teeth side-by-side in silence; you waited for him to finish his shower while you turned down the sheets, scooping up everything decorative on the bed and tossing it into the chair in the corner.
You choked a little when he stepped into your room with only a towel around his waist, using another to rub his hair dry.
"Don't you have some pyjamas?" you asked awkwardly. "No matter— I actually have some of the pants you used to wear right here."
You pulled the checkered pants from your closet, and handed them to him as he nodded gratefully; you barely turned around fast enough to look away before he dropped his towel.
"Why do you have these in here anyways?" he asked as you tried to ignore the sounds of the fabric brushing over his bare skin.
"I wear them, sometimes," you admitted, feeling your face get a little warm, "when I miss you."
"Well, I'm here now," he hummed, wrapping his arms around you from the back and pulling you into a hug. You could feel the warmth of his chest and arms burning right through your silky shift. You almost wished you had worn something thicker; and yet, somehow, you also wished that there was no fabric in the way at all.
Slipping under the comforter together, you wondered if it was odd that he was cuddling up to you. You didn't mind it, since it was the most like the brother you remembered that he'd been all day, but some part of you was worried what people would think if they knew.
You brushed the thought aside. Nobody would know anyways.
He placed a kiss to the top of your head as you basked in how small it made you feel. "You smell the same as before, sissy."
You used to hate that nickname but now it was beyond welcome. It reminded you of simpler times.
"I hope that's a good thing," you replied.
"It's a wonderful thing. The day your handkerchief stopped smelling like you was the day I thought I would lose all hope," he recalled.
You remembered when he took it; he said he wanted something to remember you by, and you'd responded by telling him to just forget about you because obviously he never loved you at all.
"I was so cruel to you that day," you cringed. "I hate myself so much for that..."
"Hey, hey," he got your attention with a soft plea, guiding your chin until you were looking up at him with watery eyes. "You were a kid. I was, too. You acted out, it happens."
"But I said things that weren't true, Jamie— awful, terrible things…"
"I never believed them," he assured you with a smile.
"We promised to never lie to each other," you whimpered, "and I broke that promise."
He shook his head. "It's all in the past now. Just be honest with me from now on, and I'll keep every promise I made."
You remembered a pinky swear made up in the highest branches of a tree: a promise to never be apart. He'd broken that one, but maybe he wouldn't do it again. The thought made your heart flutter.
"Be honest," he instructed you again.
"Always," you agreed.
"Do you love me?" he asked, so quiet it was barely a whisper.
"O-of course," you answered quickly, stuttering not because of any lack of surety but simply from wondering how he could ever question that.
Slowly, he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours, his thumb and forefinger still holding your chin. For a brief moment it felt believable as a familial kiss.
But then it didn't.
He began to move his mouth against yours, and instantly you pulled back, looking at him with what you figured must have been an expression of stunned confusion. "Jamie," you mumbled in disbelief.
"I missed you so much," he purred, seeming to ignore your reluctance. "Don't break my heart, sissy, I just want a kiss."
"I can't kiss you like that," you shook your head.
"Please? You have no idea how lonely I've been, how hard it was without you…"
You felt guilty for his pain, and you had always hated to deny him of anything. The absolute second that you gave him a hesitant nod, he dove right back in, kissing you deeper and harder than before. His tongue forced its way into your mouth but you couldn't pull back; his arm had somehow gotten to the back of your neck, holding you close to him.
You whimpered with confusion when you felt his other hand moving up your leg and slipping under your nightgown. He smiled against your lips when his fingertips brushed over your hips and he realized that you weren't wearing undergarments. You internally cursed yourself for it, even though it was normal not to wear anything underneath a gown like this. What was abnormal was what he was doing.
"You're so smooth, and soft," he murmured, just barely pulling back from the kiss, "and I know you want me so bad—"
Just as his hand started to move dangerously close to somewhere it was definitely not supposed to be, you reached down and stopped him by grabbing his forearm.
"D-don't," you managed to stammer out.
"Don't?" he repeated incredulously. "Well, why not?"
"It's wrong…" you explained weakly.
"Such a good little girl, just like always," he chuckled. "You haven't changed at all. Except, of course, this incredible body…"
It was much too easy for him to wriggle out of your grip, pulling out from your nightgown only to reach up and roughly grab your breasts through it. Your face was burning and your gut sank with fear— and yet, there was a paradoxical tingle of arousal burning between your legs.
"You've grown a lot while I was gone," Bucky noticed aloud, groaning softly as he felt you up. "Almost didn't recognize you when I stepped in. I saw those gorgeous legs of yours and thought, 'who's the fox and what's she doing in my house?' Of course, by the time I'd realized it was my kid sister, it was too late."
"It's not too late," you desperately assured, "you can stop now, and we won't tell anybody, and it'll be like nothing ever happened—"
You stopped as he started laughing lowly, shaking his head. "Sweetheart, I'm not coming back from this, don't you understand? You were all I thought about while I was gone. You're the only girl I ever loved."
His hips pressed forward and you gasped when you felt his erection pressing into your thigh. You bit down on your lip to keep it from quivering; for some reason, you didn't want him to know how scared you were.
"Feel that?" he asked, grinning when you nodded nervously. "That's how much I love you."
You stammered helplessly as he reached down between your legs again.
"Time to find out how much you love me," he purred, and you were frozen; paralyzed. Two of his thick fingers swiped through your folds, gathering the arousal they found there. "Oh, you love me quite a lot."
"I— I don't—"
"Take this thing off," he demanded suddenly, grabbing your nightgown. You shook your head. "I'm not gonna ask you again," he informed you sternly. "Take it off or I'm gonna rip it off'a you."
You shook your head again, tears flowing freely until you felt wet patches beside your face on your pillow.
Bucky growled and manhandled you onto your back, grabbing at your nightgown and pushing your arms out of the way when they reached up to cover your chest.
He tore through it like it was paper. "Look at you," he murmured in awe, "all grown up."
"James," you sobbed, "what are you doing?!"
"I'm taking care of you!" he responded, seemingly confused that you would even ask that. "You're my baby sister; I promised to always take care of you and I meant it."
"This isn't right," you whispered, partially to him but mostly to yourself.
"This is the only thing that's right," Bucky disagreed, leaning down a little to hover over you as he began to push his pants down.
You recoiled when you saw his cock; you hadn't seen one before, except in drawings. They hadn’t prepared you for this. His looked big, red at the tip like it was angry; leaking and throbbing like it was desperate.
"You a virgin, sissy?" he asked in a way that made it hard to tell if he was being genuine or mocking you.
You nodded; you'd promised to be honest, after all.
"You were saving yourself for me," he informed you, and before you could deny it, he continued, saying everything like it was obvious fact. "You knew you needed me. You knew you'd only be satisfied by your big brother's cock."
You shook your head as tears welled in your eyes, your protests muffled as he roughly kissed you again. You tried to push him away but he was like marble, hard and unyielding. You felt his sex sliding over yours and it made you feel dizzy and a little nauseous.
"You know how long I've dreamed of being inside you?" he asked darkly, his lips brushing against your ear. "You know how long I've wanted to get a taste of this perfect little cunt? I'll give you a hint: it was before I left."
He ignored your sobs of fear and cries of pain, and pushed his hips forward; he groaned as his cock forced your walls to part, and you felt like the wind had been knocked out of you.
"Oh god," he moaned weakly when he bottomed out, "oh my fucking god… you feel so perfect, sissy. You feel so fucking good, I swear I could come right now. I could fill you up—" he pulled back out most of the way and shuddered— "right fucking now."
"N-no, Jamie," you sobbed, "you have to pull out, you can't come inside!"
"Why not?" he pouted, slamming into you so hard that you were forced to choke out your cry of pain. "I think you want it. I think I deserve it. I could get you pregnant and then you'd be mine forever."
"No!" you sobbed. "Please, you can't!"
"I can," he assured you coldly through his teeth, his arm wrapping around your neck to hold you steady as he fucked into you. "I can, little girl, and I'm gonna."
Tears streamed down your face, even as you let yourself admit that your brother's movements inside you did feel… intriguing, to say the least. He buried his face into your neck, fucking you deep but slow. You'd never felt so full before; you wrapped your legs around his hips before you could stop yourself.
"Fuck," he groaned, "you want me so damn bad, don't you? You always wanted me. I remember how you got so jealous when I lost it to Betsy Miller."
As sick as it was, you had; and even now, imagining him doing this with her made your stomach twist.
"You want me all to yourself, don't you, sissy?"
Shamefully, you nodded.
"Aw, it's okay," he soothed. "You've got me, sis. 'M never gonna leave ya. We're gonna be together forever, just like we always said."
That was all you'd ever wanted. Why did it sound so terrifying now?
"I can feel you squeezin' me, babydoll. I know you wanna come all over my cock," he taunted.
"N-no," you stumbled over your denial, but pleasure was searing through you faster than you could handle it.
"Beg me to fill up this little pussy," he instructed as his eyes got darker and a hand wrapped around your throat. "Beg or you don't get to breathe."
"Please," you moaned through your tears, "please, fill up my— my little pussy…"
"Yeah? You want my come?"
He started thrusting faster and you could feel the way your arousal had spread to coat both his thighs and yours; why was your body so responsive?
"Please, Jamie, I want your come," you repeated. "I need it…"
"I know you do," he snarled, looking down at you with half-lidded eyes. "I know you do, baby, I know you need my come."
"Please…" you repeated one last time, the word coming out choked and weak as you felt your own orgasm starting to crash into you, your whole body tightening involuntarily.
"Fuck, I can feel you coming— 'm close, sissy, I'm not gonna last much— oh fuck—!"
His hips stuttered to a stop and you winced as you felt him flexing inside you, pumping his load into you for what felt like ages.
He collapsed on top of you with a sigh and a smile. "I wanted to last longer, even jerked off in the shower to try to take the edge off but… you just felt too good."
You were silent and still beneath him as he rambled, kissing away your tears between each word.
"I'll take better care of you next time, sis, don't worry. Wanna make you come with just my tongue," he announced excitedly. "But that'll wait until tomorrow. Tonight you just relax, and don't move too much so I can stay inside you. It's the only way I'm gonna be able to sleep."
He hugged you all night, drifting off even while you were wide awake and staring at the ceiling.
You were horrified at what your brother had become, and at what he had done to you. But that wasn't what kept you awake. No, you couldn't sleep because you were too busy trying to deny how much you had enjoyed it.
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The Number One Rule. Chapter 15.
Summary: Y/N has always been seen as “Steve’s rambunctious sister.” However, she grew up, graduated, and moved to London to study abroad for 4 years and get her bachelor's degree. The girl that returns looks nothing like the teenager that left, but don’t worry the attitude is still there and stronger than ever. What’s to come of the two grown adults that used to push each other's buttons, but now have a lot more in common than they’ve ever realized.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Y/N Rogers (Steve’s little sister)
Word Count: 3100+
A/N: Ladies and gentleman. This is in one of my top 3 chapters I’ve written in this series. The next one being my number 1;) I hope you enjoy and I would love any and all feedback you are willing to share!! xoxoxo
Chapter Fifteen:
Eventually when Bucky had snapped out of his thoughts, Y/N had long fallen asleep on him. He smiled down at her with a sad smile. One filled with remorse for everything she had gone through, but pride in how she handled it and didn’t let it destroy her. At least not to the extent that a lot of people get into.
She had years to do that, whereas Bucky was fresh on the subject. It would take him time to move on from that for her. He couldn’t help but feel hate for himself knowing exactly what party she was talking about.
It was one of the few he and Steve didn’t attend. They had planned on it, but Dot wanted a quiet night in, and Steve just didn’t feel like it or something. It had been a while since that party, so he didn’t remember intricate details. 7 years to be exact. And the only reason he could guess which one it was, was because of how she acted after it. A whole month of depression and guilt she sat with and it showed. For the last 7 years Y/N had carried that with her. The only person she trusted to tell to this day was Beck. Now he was the other.
He gathered her up in his arms, and she drowsily threw her own over his shoulders and hung on in a sleepy daze as he brought her up the stairs. He laid her in her bed, turned on her fan, and tucked her in.
But as he stood to go back downstairs, her hand clasped around his.
“Where y’ going?” she asked. The wine was playing a big part in the sleepiness and he could tell by her weak squeeze to his hand.
“I’m just going to clean up downstairs. I’ll be back up in a second, sweetheart,” she nodded before giving him another squeeze to his hand and pulling the bed covers up to her cheeks. He smiled at her cute self and bent down kissing her forehead. He moved the strands of hair they fell over her eyes and studied her for a second.
Eventually, he pulled away and went to do what he said. Popcorn kernels trashed and bowls cleaned. Leftover wine in the fridge and beer bottles recycled. He folded the blankets on the couch and set the pillows back in their original arrangement. Lastly, he went and checked to make sure all the doors were locked for the night. He had spent the night there enough to do a lock up without issues.
Coming back upstairs, he changed into his own pajamas and snuck into the other side of the bed. Careful not to wake her, he gently and ever so softly, pulled her back to him. In her sleep, she turned to where they were face to face. Curling into his chest in comfort, trying to get as close as she could.
He couldn’t hold in the chuckle that rumbled through his chest as she nuzzled under his chin. He ran his hand up and down her back and noticed her body relaxing with each stroke. He was glad he had that effect on her. It was the least he could offer after not being there for her in those hard times.
Now when he held her, he wasn’t just protecting her, but also trying to shield her from any more pain. He had been doing that his whole life for the family that the Roger’s had become to him. But now was different. This was a different kind of defense. This wasn’t just family protection. This was protection for someone you love.
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The next morning, Y/N was the first to wake. She found herself practically embedded in Bucky’s arms. He had wrapped his giant self around her waist pulling her in close to his body.
They had cuddled before, and even had a few sleepovers when Steve wasn’t in town, or if Becca wasn’t going to be home for the night and lent them her space. But it was only enough to count on one hand. That, plus, it never escalated to anything other than cuddling and maybe a makeout session here and there.
Bucky had been gentle and patient in that area. Even if they hadn’t had that talk yet at that point, he didn’t push. Something she wasn’t used to in most of the guys she had dated. Pietro probably being the only other one that was understanding of it.
Even if they had been dating a little over a month, she was glad they were taking it slow. Even if they had known each other their whole lifes.
She somehow was able to turn in his arms and see a soft smile on his lips. He wasn’t awake, so he must have been dreaming of something nice. She took a second just breathing him in and trying to wrap her head around how all this came to be.
Sure she had crushes on him growing up. I mean who doesn’t form a crush for your older brother's hot best friend. Though if she was being honest, she had always thought deep down that it was never a card that would be played in this game of life.
Little did they know, it would just take time and growth. Then the fates would do with them what they will. Most card games were just a game of chance. You never know what’s going to come around the corner...
Eventually, she pulled herself away ever so gently and quietly to escape downstairs and make breakfast. She was still in her sleep shorts, but at some point took off her sweatshirt in the night from almost overheating. That plus the surprisingly excessive amount of body heat Bucky gave off made it hard to sleep with it on.
She found a new one laying over her chair in the corner and threw it on before grabbing a hair tie and brushing her bed head up into a bun.
Tiptoeing to the door, she slowly closed it leaving it open just a crack.
Just as she took a step on the stairs, she heard the front door unlock and open. Freezing in her spot she waited a second. The only person who had a key besides their mom and her was…
“Hey, sis,” Steve said coming around the corner seeing her at the top of the stairs.
“S-Steve,” she said in almost a whisper. Panic. Fear. Dread hit her at full force.“What, um, what are you doing here?”
“It’s Saturday and mom’s out of town, and I knew you were home alone. I thought I’d come over and we can go get breakfast or something,” he said with a sweet innocent smile.
Running down the stairs a little quicker, she met him at the bottom.
“Um, why didn’t you call? I would have gotten ready. I just woke up,” her voice was filled with anxiety and Steve noticed.
“I thought I’d surprise you,” he said, raising an eyebrow. “You ok? You seem off?”
“Um, no. I’m fine. I just got a text from work that one of the projects they had me on needs to be done sooner than I expected.” How she came up with that lie on the spot like that? She had no idea, but she ran with it. “Yeah, not the best thing to wake up too. Making me a little nervous.”
“Oh, well do you want to go get breakfast and we can talk about it? I’ve barely heard about anything with your new job. We need to catch up, Mini,” he said, poking her stomach and making her let out a loud laugh, having always been super ticklish.
Just seconds after that, having heard voices and a loud almost shout, Bucky swug open the door and peered down the stairway where they were both at the bottom.
Two seconds.
Two seconds was all it took for Steve to put two and two together in his head. Bucky acting weird lately. Sneaking off randomly and never telling Steve anything, which wasn’t like him in their friendship. Hell, he had even noticed Bucky’s lingering looks, but always put in the back of his mind thinking nothing of it.
But now. Oh, he was thinking about something now.
Bucky was frozen at the top of the stairs, eyes locked with Steve. To make matters worse, he only had pajama pants on and no shirt.
Even from the distance of the stairwell, Bucky could see the storm brewing in the blue eyes of his best friend.
“Steve,” Y/N started placing a hand on his arm.
The blonde immediately ripped away from her as he turned to fully face Bucky. The alpha male, big brother, pissed off best friend was in a stance ready to fight.
“Why the FUCK did you just come out of my sister’s room half fucking naked?” Steve growled.
“Steve, you don’t know the full story,” Y/N said softly, but she could sense the tension and for once in her life, she was slightly scared to enter the fight.
“The fuck I don’t know the full story,” Steve said finally whipping his head back to Y/N. His blue eyes were carrying a category 5 hurricane in those ocean blues. But they didn’t stay on her long as he turned back to Bucky.
“Listen,” Bucky said, coming down slowly.
“I don’t know if I want to,” he responded through his teeth. “Take one more step down here, and you’re going to need some serious dental work and a nose job.”
Bucky froze about 4-5 steps away from the siblings. Finally, he looked at Y/N, worry in his eyes, but they were also apologetic.
Y/N immediately moved around Steve and stood between the two. Closer to Steve to try and hold him back if she needed to.
“Now wait a damn minute,” she spoke up looking straight at her older brother even if he was sending a death glare past her shoulder. “You need to calm down before we talk-”
“No. You need to go to your room. Bucky and I need to talk,” he said in an authoritative voice.
“Excuse me?” she retorted back. Her gentleness in the situation was fading and being replaced with aggravation. “Go to my room? Am I a 13 year old girl?” she said stepping in his eyeline so he was looking at her.
“This isn’t a fucking joke, Y/N!” He shouted. “Go to your room!”
“No,” she replied, folding her arms across her chest.
The two had this kind staring contest all the time growing up. Anytime there was a fight, they almost never relented with their stubborn asses. Their mom or dad had to send them to their rooms themselves and kept them there. The time ranging from 20 minutes to 5 hours before they calmed down.
They were two of the most headstrong ornery people to live in this world. And it didn’t help that they were now pitted against each other. This kind of fight looked as if it could be ranging more into weeks or months.
Knowing and experiencing situations like this with them before, Bucky spoke up again.
“Y/N, you should listen to him. We need to talk,” he said sedately.
“I leave and he’s going to beat your ass,” Y/N said, still staring at her brother.
“I think he’s going to beat my ass either way,” Bucky mumbled. “Really Y/N. Just give us a second.”
“I’m a part of this equation too,” she said. Her tone easing just enough to be noticed.
“Yes, you are. But right now, Steve and I need to talk first,” he said trying his best to defuse the fire against the heated situation happening in the entryway of their house.
There were a few more seconds of silence as they glared at the other.
“Fine, but I’m coming back down in 10 minutes,” she bartered.
No one responded as she started to go up the stairs backwards. The staredown did not cease until she was even with Bucky on the steps.
“If he does anything stupid, I’m going to beat his ass,” she said looking at Bucky.
“I’m sure you will,” he said with a small smile that was forced for reassurance.
She placed a hand on his shoulder. A silent good luck as they studied the other in a quick second.
Turning back to look at Steve, she saw he was still in a rigid stance. The tension in his shoulders doing nothing but grow with every passing second. She would’ve sent him one more warning glare if he was looking, but his eyes were trained on Bucky with a look that could kill.
Eventually she went into her room and shut her door, leaving it open just a crack. They deserved their privacy no matter how bad she wanted to step in. Deep down she knew, as best friends, they needed to talk on their own.
Bucky looked back down and saw a bull looking at him like he was a red cape.
“Outside. Now,” Steve commanded before stomping off to the back and letting the screen door slam harshly.
Letting out a long sigh and running a hand down his face, he finally went down the stairs. He grabbed a shirt from the bag he had left down there and headed to the backyard. Steve already in the grass pacing.
“Steve,” Bucky said softly as he walked down the porch steps barefoot.
Instantly, a fist collided with his face. He stumbled trying his best to not fall from the impact. When he looked up, grasping his jaw, he sent a glare to Steve.
“I’m not saying I don’t deserve that, but-”
“Oh, you deserve a lot more than that, but I need you to explain what the HELL I just walked into and you can’t do that with no teeth,” Steve glowered.
Looking at him while straightening his posture he wiggled his jaw some feeling just a tad bit of blood on his lip. Damn him for teaching Steve how to make a proper swing like that.
“You gonna punch me again before I talk, or can I fucking explain myself now?” No response, only a stare was given. “Ok, so I’ve been hiding something from you.” Steve raised an eyebrow.
“You think?”
“Listen, I’m almost as taken aback as you. One day, she’s like a little sister running around with my actual sister, and the next she's a mature grown adult who knows what she wants, exudes confidence, and is intelligent beyond measure.” He paused before adding. “Not that we didn’t know that.”
“I know what my sister is. What I want to know is why you’re sleeping with her?” Steve said, taking a step closer.
Bucky just straightened up more as if expecting another hit. But then he processed Steve’s sentence.
“Sleeping with her?” he questioned almost in shock. Steve not breaking his gaze. “I’m not fucking sleeping with her, asshole! I’m dating her.”
The smallest amount of tension released from Steve’s body and his face wasn’t frowning as much.
“You’re dating?”
“Yes. Dating.”
“So you guys haven’t-”
“No. I’m a little upset that you think that low of me,” Bucky scoffed. “You think I would really just start booty calling my best friend's sister? If I wanted a friend with benefits, I can easily find a girl at a bar,” he said, taking a deep breath and running a hand through his hair. “You’re sister isn’t a girl from a bar, Steve.”
Steve was silent processing it. He still wasn’t happy, but at least it wasn’t as bad as had thought.
“Listen, Y/N’s been in my life just as long as she has been in yours. We’ve grown up together, created childhood memories together, picked on each other, and protected each other. She would be the last person on this earth I would want to degrade to a one night stand. She deserves so much more than that.”
“Exactly,” Steve said.
Bucky paused taking note of Steve’s tone. “Exactly? Why do you say it like that?”
“I mean she deserves a lot,” he said, confirming Buck’s thought.
“I see. So I don’t make the cut?” Bucky said, now getting frustrated. The silence was enough of an answer to his question. “Wow. 26 years of being best friends and you think that little of me?”
“She’s my sister,” Steve answered. A slight tone of apology behind his words, but he kept the stoic face.
“Yes, Steve she is! And 2+2= 4! We know this!” he said waving his arms and scoffing as he turned in his spot before turning back. Hands on his hips before one came up and ran a hand through his slight beard.
“You know what? Screw this. I’m not going to sit here and be that guy that says, ‘Yeah, you’re right. She doesn’t deserve me. I’m not good enough for her.’ You know why, Steve? Because I know that. And it’s because I know that, that I’m going to strive with every muscle in my body and every might of my being to make sure I can be that for her one day. To make sure I can give her everything and more that she deserves. To make sure she never has to see a sad day again. To make sure she only experiences joy if I have any say. To make absolutely sure that no one ever hurts her. Why? Because I love her!”
Out of breath, Bucky chest heaving up and down showed how hard his lungs were working to get air back in them.
Steve’s posture had almost gone back to normal. The anger no longer there. Whatever emotion he was feeling, Bucky couldn’t tell.
“How long?” Steve asked.
“What?” Bucky asked, confused.
“How long have you loved her?” he repeated, looking down at the ground.
Bucky paused. He couldn’t actually answer that. There was no specific time frame. Truth was he had loved her for a while.
“Honestly, longer than I know... It’s just taken me this long to figure out that’s what this feeling was.”
Steve nodded his head as he put his hands in his pockets and continued to stare at the dirt by his feet.
“Ok.”
Taken aback, Bucky's eyes widened.
“Ok?”
“Yeah. Ok,” Steve repeated before he started walking to the back fence that led to the driveway.
“Wait. You’re just going to leave it at 'Ok,’ and walk away?” Bucky rushed over to stop him.
Steve slowly turned from staring at the ground and then back at him.
“You know, I thought that we were close enough that you could come to me with this kind of thing. That you wouldn’t feel like you had to hide it from me. Y/N and you both,” he said with pursed lips. “Guess I was wrong.”
With that he turned back and walked to his car. Bucky watched as he started the engine, pulled out, and disappeared.
What the hell kind of mess just happened?
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warnings: sexism, fluff, angst, regency style dialogue, 18+ ONLY, not historically accurate with writing liberties
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The townhouse was filled with people. It seemed as if all of London’s finest society had fallen upon the Vernillane centuries old townhouse. All the eyes of London were surely on the foundation of it, expecting to see the newest and youngest girl of the esteemed family exit the doors. It was almost like a serenade of people from their balconies, their eyes glued to the doors, expecting at any moment to see a mere glimpse. Carriages and carriages were stopped amongst the door and through the middle of such chaos, the Dowager Vernillane rushed through the halls.
- Dearest, must you run a marathon in our home?
- Oh hush, my lord. - the Dowager gave a look she barely gave to anyone.
- Yes, do hush father. - Andrew joined them. - After all, if this family can do one thing is marrying its females off.
- Is that a way to think of our sisters? - Thomas reprimanded him. - It is our job to accompany our dear sister and ensure she’s happy.
- Not that every man in this town is ready to jump into a quick marriage with her as much as without saying a single word. - Laurence added. - Where is she?
The whole family joined up by the furthest door in the second floor, gathering by the white door with pearlescent diamonds in a V shape. They could hear the maids move along with mumbling. The youngest Vernillane had been rather secretive and silent; remaining by herself was something the youngest girl had preferred over the years, after all, it as one of the traits which distinguished her from her 7 siblings.
- Perhaps she has fainted from all the excitement. - Andrew pipped up.
- Must you tease your sister even during her own day, Andrew?
- Y/N! - Andrew hit the door.
More mumblings and steps were heard before the expected sound of the lock opening had everyone on their steps. They all formed a line from each side of the door, the maids leaving through the middle before the well awaited sight that they were meaning to see. She was at the end of her bedroom, her breathe almost locked in her lungs as she stepped forward, dressed in a white gown with golden embroidery wearing the families diamonds upon her neck. Her mother almost swooned, a smile on her lips as she leaned his head upon the shoulder of her husband who was at the same proud and feeling the world’s worse bittersweetness as he watched his last daughter, perhaps one of his most cherished children, be yet another debutante. Y/N Vernillane was not the most enchanting of her siblings, that title belonged to her older sister Julieta. But she had something about her which perhaps her other sisters did not possess - mystery. She was absent for most of society, mostly staying at her ancestral home of Autumn Hall with her brothers and father rather than joining her mother and sisters during their seasons. Most of London society was yet to get a look at her, the 4th in line of very beautiful, talented and educated girls.
- My goodness, they ruined her. - Andrew pipped up only to be slapped over the head by Laurence.
- Oh ... Does the dress look weird? I though it looked similar to Julieta’s and it would bid me luck.
- Don’t listen to our idiot brother, Y/N. - Laurence held up his arm to her. - You look beautiful enough to tempt the whole entirety of England.
- Surely. - her mother joined in. - You look lovely, my dear.
Despite the praises, all she could think was a myriad of hurricane like thoughts as she was hushed outside of the home, covered by all her siblings which were enough in number to shield her from the wandering eyes of the British capital. She was hurried onto the carriage by her maids, sitting down with her heart beating as Laurence beat his mother to sitting in the carriage with her. He shut the door, ordering the coachman to departure.
- Mamma is not gonna be happy.
- Mother has accompanied Julieta, Catherine and Fiona. I wish to accompany my favourite sister to the entrance of the Queen’s quarters. Am I not allowed?
- She’s not gonna be happy about your ideas, Laurence. She’s already not happy that her eldest son and eldest child is unmarried and has no intentions of finding a suitor.
- That’s what you are for, my dear sister. To entertain mamma and her matchmaking abilities.
- I’m sure I won’t be as entertaining as my sisters. - she looked out the window, watching the scenery past by and the realisation dawned of her what was about to happen. She’d heard it from her sisters what it felt like, she’d seen her sisters be lucky enough to find themselves a love match suitable enough for the family name and even beyond it.
- You should be happy.
- I am happy, brother. - she nodded her head, attempting to keep her expressions to herself.
- You may be a good songstress, my dear sister, but an actress you are not. What’s going on inside your head?
- I’m merely ... worried, I’d say. It’s not any matter for great sadness, it’s just acceptance. Our sisters weren’t even named diamonds and they still earned the best matches of their seasons, they’re greatly beautiful and well spoken and everyone in London knows of their success. I don’t believe any of my suitors will be lining up for my looks or personality, I believe they’ll merely approach me because of my family name.
- Most ladies are fearing not even having a single suitor.
- It’s not ego speaking, brother. I just ... Look at our sisters weddings, they love their husbands and they noticed them, they forwent every lady, they forwent the diamond to be with them. And they were expected to be with the diamond but they chose them. A true love match despite better thought.
- You read too many romance novels, Y/N. Love is a feeling which can be constructed.
- I agree to disagree with you, brother.
- Within all of your shyness, you’ve always been extremely confrontational, sister. Your husband shall have his arms full.
She laughed at his joke, the mere poke at her personality lightening the load. A load which only seemed to get heavier as she saw the Queen’s quarters ahead. Her family’s carriages pulled ahead, all exiting while the queen’s footmen rolled the carpet which all the other ladies walked over. She had been deemed the last, the youngest and thus the last to be seen. Her door was opened by her mother and Laurence helped her to the ground. The eager eyes followed her onto the waiting room, yet while she was the novelty and with a sizeable dowery, she was not of interest of the other ladies who were much too worried settling their feathers to present each other to the queen, one by one. At least she was the last one, Her Majesty wouldn’t expect much of her.
- Dearest, must all these women carry chickens on their head?
- Benedict, do not speak like this in public. - her mother reprimanded her father. - You’re lucky you’ve been allowed to introduce your daughter alongside me. It’s most improper.
- As Viscount, I intend to introduce my last daughter to society. She is of most precious value to me, Elizabeth.
- You seem to forget you still have 4 sons, 3 which should be with wives by now.
Her father ignored her mother’s complaints, merely taking to be by his daughter’s side as that most feared voice announced it out loud. Her parents names and hers. Suddenly the massive white doors opened and she was faced with the whole of London and the Queen’s lady’s staring at her. Her ears were filled with whispers and mumbles from all sides, yet she appeared to remain in an almost mechanical stance as she walked towards the Queen, bowing ever so slightly. The Queen studied the young girl in front of her like one studies a book of a painting, her gloved hands resting under her chin to push it ever so slightly up. The studious look morphed into one of contempt.
- It seems Miss Vernillane has outdone perfection itself.
The air locked into her lungs appeared to dissipate as she nodded her head in grace and bow, being lead by her parents back into the waiting room. As the doors closed on her back, her family erupted, her mother grabbing her hands out of pure happiness. The first Vernillane diamond, the one whom the Queen had deemed above perfection itself. Y/N certainly didn’t think she was above perfection itself, or even above plausible. Perhaps it was her family’s reputation which had gained her the title. It was too much and through the middle of her family’s festivities of housing the season’s diamond, she managed to escape, rushing through the halls of quarters she did not know. She continued to run, hoping if she did she would escape the title, instead she hit someone. She cared too little to notice his face, merely mumbling a pardon, before continuing on her track.
The man found himself surprised, merely shrugging before returning to his path, making it into the room where any eligible man shouldn’t wish to be in. Nevertheless, there were things he did for the woman whom had taken on the job to raise him that were more challenging and as thus he entered the room. All the mammas had his eyes on him, his reputation in London still preceding him.
- You sure have your father’s wish for torture. - his aunt walked up to him.
- Lady Meyer.
- You look well considering you haven’t visited your poor aunt for five years now. All I get are pity letters and news of you from your father. You owe me.
- I intend to attend all of the balls you wish me to, Lady Meyer. - he nodded his head towards his aunt.
- You seem to have missed the deeming of this season’s diamond.
- Isn’t that title a bit redundant?
- You are much too cynic. Like your mother. - he caressed his face. - Come, I must introduce you.
(...)
The diamond. Being the diamond and the youngest Vernillane sister had to be a sure fire way to get every man’s attention. The moment she had stepped onto the first ball of the season, everyone was rushing towards her. Yet, despite the fact her future was secure, she couldn’t help but feel ... alienated. It seemed as every man in town merely asked her about her sisters or their husband’s work. She smiled at what felt like the 100th man, bidding her farewell as she was left alone yet for another second.
- He’s rather foul mouthed. - Laurence commented. - We must find you someone better, sister.
- Miss Vernillane. - another suitor stood in front of her. - I must congratulate you on the Queen’s favour.
- She was most kind.
- I remember having your sister’s first dance during her season. Miss Fiona.
- Oh ... - she put her hand over her chest. - Brother, I believe I need to catch some air. Promenading. I shall be back.
- Miss Vernillane? I shall be expecting a dance.
- Surely.
She moved through the crowds once more, finding a small window sill before sitting down. She knew that in was in her best interest to be out there, finding a match yet she doubted any of the suitors tonight would be asking her any questions regarding her person. She leaned against the silks of the widow curtains, looking at her dress. A new dress, the most expensive dress the seamstress could muster. They were all so happy, so glad to have the season’s diamond. She should be happy and if it were any other circumstances, maybe if she were Julieta, the oldest daughter, the first, with no expectations, then perhaps she should’ve been more contempt. She leaned her head against the wood of the window, attempting to calm down when the silks of the curtains were pulled.
- My lady, I apo ...
- You must leave, now. - she replied rather quickly.
- Such crude manners for such a beautiful lady.
- An unmarried woman and gentleman should not be seen together unchaperoned. It’s improper. - she moved the silk to cover herself, although they were as transparent as the waters of the rivers.
- Don’t worry, my lady. I’m no gentleman. - he smirked, contempt with her.
Her lips slowly lowered before she rushed away from the unknown man, which she had to admit was refreshing from running away from known men. She went down the stairs and back into the ball room, her eyes scanning for anyone who might’ve seen her unchaperoned.
- Ah, Y/N. - her mother wrapped her arm around hers. - May I introduce you to Lady Meyer.
- Pleased to make your acquittance, Lady Meyer. - she gently bowed.
- I believe the pleasure is all mine, Miss Vernillane. You sure have caught the Queen’s attentions as well as every single man’s it appears.
- Yes, it’s really rather a blessing, Lady Meyer.
The old woman smiled at her but Y/N’s eyes were on the unknown gentleman who approached them. Yet, it appeared he didn’t wish to call himself a gentleman. A smirk formed his lips as his eyes took her figure in and he had to admit it was rather one whom he admired. It appeared she did not admire him but she sure was one to be admired, bathed in golden thread and pearls.
- Lady Vernillane, Miss Vernillane, have you met my nephew Lord Barnes? He missed yesterday’s presentation and thus missed your daughter’s big moment. The first Vernillane diamond.
- I believe you went to school with one of my boys. - her mother replied while Y/N merely wished to go away. - I remember you being rather well spoken. Two languages before you could barely walk. Impressive.
- Being born outside of England sure has its advantages.
- My nephew is now back to pay for his sins of not writing his poor aunt.
- Did you enjoy returning home, Lord Barnes?
- Romania is beautiful in the spring, I am sure to miss it while I’m in London, Lady Vernillane. - his gaze set upon the young Miss Vernillane once more. - It’s beautifully located next to ...
- I know where Romania is, my lord. - she interrupted him. - I could point it to you in a map, tell you its national flower, animal and I can perhaps even tell you the name of all its cities.
A small silence was set between them. Lord Barnes smiled, his hands behind his back.
- Forgive my daughter. Her father was great friends with the ambassador of Romania and she’s always been in her father’s favour.
- Miss Vernillane, would you give me the greatest pleasure of being your first dance?
- Perhaps I’ve had my first dance already, Lord Barnes.
- I am certain I would’ve noticed if the woman described as above perfection was in the dance floor. However, if I may be so audacious, I believe describing you above perfection is a great understatement.
- She would love to, Lord Barnes. - her mother hushed her towards the man she seemed to only have memories of as a child.
Her hand set on top of his, the gloves against his palm. She looked around, everyone staring at her yet that was expectable. She was the season’s diamond after all, and thus every person watched as she joined the dance floor with a man who had been absent from London society for five years. Yet, she couldn’t particularly focus on them as once she was turned to face him, she felt .. odd. This man whose full name she didn’t even known yet had the most beautiful shade of blue for an eye colour. They weren’t just marvellous ... they were hypnotising. Her lip almost appeared to fall slightly down as his hand wrapped around her dress, a small breathe coming from her lips.
- Have you never danced before, Miss Vernillane?
- Pardon?
- You seem nervous, my lady. - he turned her around the room, his hand firmly placed against her back. - You seemed so sure just a few moments ago. What ever happened?
- I was merely defending my intellect which you insulted, my lord. I’m not so foolish as to not know where countries are.
- You don’t even know who I am, milady.
- As if you were the most important Romanian man to ever exist.
- As a London born lady, I doubt you’d know many more.
- You’re not only wrong about the place of my birth but also of my knowledge. I was brought up in the Autumn Hall in Hertfordshire but my father has hosted many Romanian born men from the likes of painters to politicians and they’ve known better not to offend a lady’s intellect.
- It wasn’t my will to offend you, Miss Vernillane. My apologies.
Her twirled her around of more, his hand still softly holding hers as they remained at an acceptable distance. His hand was a warm reminder of it, a sensation which she couldn’t quite explain.
- How come you were hiding?
- I was merely seeking refuge.
- Aren’t those words carrying the same definition, my lady?
- Not precisely. Besides, if you must know, my lord, I merely required some space from all of this. All the suitors.
- You’re not looking for a suitor?
- I am but those suitors are not particularly looking me. They’re looking for a variety of things but neither of them are me.
- I think you are overreacting, my lady. You are very suitable and those men are willing to be your next dances.
- You do not know my family at all, my lord. I will forgive your ignorance in this matter.
- I apologise, my lady. All my aunt told me about your family is that they’re known as a prestigious one with a fair ability to create beautiful daughters and handsome sons.
- My sisters are much more above perfection than I am and they’ve all made incredibly love matches. Incredibly powerful ones at that. My oldest sister she married a Duke, my second a Viscount and my third married possibly the Queen’s most favourite man in all of London. Marrying into my family is more of a proposition rather than a love one at that. Therefore, my lord, if you may forgive me, I believe you’re wrong.
- All marriage propositions are merely that, my lady. Propositions.
- You’re wrong there either. I’m my family’s first diamond, they weren’t diamonds and they got picked from the crowd because each of their husbands loved them dearly.
- Are you looking for a love proposition, Miss Vernillane? With all these knowledge you possess of the world?
- I may be looking for it, my lord, but I don’t believe I will be able to obtain it.
Before he could refute her words, the song came to an end. That soft touch dissipating from the her as they took a step back. Before they could even speak another word to each other, another man had taken to lead her on another dance. It was of course inevitable, she was the most wanted woman at the ball, yet he couldn’t help but wonder if those gentlemen would known of how much a sharp tongue she possessed. Surely a tongue worth of those flowers she knew much about.
- Miss Y/N Vernillane.
- Pardon? - he composed himself as his aunt walked past him.
- I’ve never seen you not reply to someone. Always expected it would happen, you take after your father, after all.
- Miss Vernillane caught me off guard with her knowledge.
- The Vernillane family sure is worth of beautiful praises it receives.
- They are merely a prestigious family, Lady Meyer. I’ve met plenty, I’m from one myself.
- Perhaps. - she took a pause. - However, between us, my lord, I believe there’s only ever been one Vernillane daughter worthy to be called a diamond.
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𝐀 𝐬𝐲𝐦𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐲 | 𝐁.𝐁
Pairing ➺ Bucky Barnes x Fem!Stark!Reader ft Morgan Stark (platonic)
Warning ➺ Slight TFATWS spoiler, some angst, pure fluff, Morgan being a comedian
Word Count ➺ 2.9k
Summary ➺ After the blip and loosing his best friend, you were there to keep Bucky grounded.
A/N ➺ Based off the song “I hear a symphony” by Cody Fry, such an amazing song. I’M ALSO SO SORRY IF I’M A LITTLE RUSTY
✿ 𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓣𝓪𝓰𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 ✿ - @loveyathreethousand @killerqueen-gunpowdergelatine @spideyyypeter @lou-la-lou@babebenhardy @rivervixenbaby @acklesholland @zabdisamor @keepingupwiththehollands @sweet666pea @sspider-parker @jackiehollanderr @caro0512 @thewinchesterchronicles @cporter003 @kisses-holland @spideysnugget @cryszus @sunflowerharrystyles @peterunderoos @ohbabycal @laucontrerasv @spider-mendes @jessybellsworld @quaksonhehe
☞ Masterlist ☜
Five years.
It had been five years before everyone returned, five years since Thanos snapped his fingers and wiped nearly 50% of the content. Five years of darkness, questioning whether or not those who turned to dust would come back. The thought of those who disappeared never coming back scared everyone, the thought of never seeing your mother, father, daughter, son- your friends and siblings again?
(Y/N) was one of the lucky ones to not turn to dust, but watching those around her slowly disintegrate never failed to bring her to tears every night. She was lucky enough to fight along side everyone, disobeying Tony’s order of staying put and “letting the adults handle it” she instead convinced Rhodey to let her follow, claiming if he let her he’d be her favorite uncle.
That’s where she saw him again, after nearly two years since Berlin. She had of course stuck by her father’s side and when he had gone to Sibera she stood with him. That’s when they had learned the winter soldier had killed her father’s parents. (Y/N) never entirely blamed Bucky, he never did it. It was the Winter Solider, not Bucky.
Tony always said she had her mothers heart and if her mom was still around she’d be proud of her, for always trying to see the best in people whether they’re good or bad.
“Wow, you’ve grown kid.”
𝘐 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨
A voice all too familiar spoke slowly she turned on her heels, his hair was still long it grew merely a few inches. He had also grown out his beard, the last time she had saw him it was more over stumble. She chuckled lightly stepping forward but keeping some distance between them, “Kid? I’m twenty-one James, plus we’ve been over this- I hate it when you guys call me kid!”
Bucky let out a small laughter showing off his pearly white teeth, there was always something about Bucky that made (Y/N)’s stomach fill with butterflies. I mean- who wouldn’t? Bucky was a handsome man.
𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨
“How have you been old-man?”
(Y/N) was the only person who had called Bucky by his first name, of course you had seen his files and even read about him smithsonian exhibit. She just felt she didn’t have the right to call him Bucky due to not knowing him long enough.
“James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes” she read to herself, reading the following description of the man.
That’s when you first saw how handsome this he was. And, when you first met him in Berlin it was amazing to see him up close. Well it’s not so amazing when some dumbass breached the centre and turned him back into the winter solider for a minute causing him to well fight everyone in his path.
After your dad’s ass was handed to him, he surely handed your ass to you he had you in a choke hold against the wall, your feet was a few inches above the ground.
“James, please.”
He’s eyes widened every so slightly tightening his metal hand around your throat, you felt yourself slide down against the wall gasping for air watching as T’Challa and him fought one another.
“I’ve been good, I’ve never felt so- calm an at peace in a while.”
(Y/N) smiled, that was good, it was good to see him happy for once and not afraid he’ll hurt someone again. He was brave and strong, from what she had read in the smithsonian exhibit and what she had seen in the past two years.
“Guys lets go, and kid stop leaving my sight your dad will kill me if anything happens!” (Y/N) groaned and stomped her feet to the ground “Uncle Rhodey! Stop calling me kid!” Bucky only chuckled at her, a sense of warmth filled his body- an uncommon warmth.
𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘦𝘸
(Y/N) knocked on Bucky’s apartment door, “Why aren’t we at the zoo yet?” Morgan questioned looking up at her older sister in confusion- Pepper was out of town dealing with business so she had to bring Morgan along to her.
When everyone came back, she had grown closer to Bucky. They had both lost someone, she had lost her father and he lost his best friend. Ever since her father’s death, she would dream about him often it started to become a regular thing after she started hanging out with Bucky. Last night’s dream, he had told her that if she got with Barnes he would be okay with it and to also apologize for blasting his arm off. Maybe it was just her subconscious playing tricks on her.
She crouched down slightly to be the same height as her sister, “Babe, remember I told you that my friend James would be coming along?” just then the door opened causing (Y/N) to fall back at the sudden movement. Instead of helping her sister up or asking if she was okay, she laughed and said “You fell on your booty.” oh, she was definitely Tony Starks daughter.
Bucky quickly helped her up apologizing for giving her a small fright, she noticed something different about Bucky he had cut his long hair. Just a few days ago he had it up in a man bun, “You cut your hair?” his brows furrowed, he ran his gloved fingers through his freshly cut hair “Does it look bad?” worry laced his voice.
(Y/N) quickly shook her head, “No! It looks good!” Morgan looked between the two adults standing in front of her before she let out a dramatic sigh, “Can we go now?” with that Bucky locked grabbed his keys and locked the front door as they proceeded towards the elevator.
The Central Park Zoo was in walkable distance, so (Y/N) left he car parked in the garage of Bucky’s apartment. Morgan stared at Bucky gloved hand she tilted her head slightly before asking, “Why are you wearing gloves? Aren’t your hands sweating?” (Y/N) eyes widened looking at the top of Morgan’s head then to Bucky who was laughing.
“Morgan!”
“It’s a serious question.” she shrugged as she kicked her feet awaiting for an answer, “Well because, this arm-” he lifted his left arm “is made out of vibranium.” Morgan looked up at him before saying, “Cool- now swing!” she grabbed his hand causing (Y/N) to look at Bucky. She knew he was a bit touch sensitive, “Mor-” before she could say her sister’s name again Bucky cut her off “It’s okay. I’ll be fine.” he took her small hand into his before pulling his arm back then forward.
𝘐 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶
Bucky watched as you smiled whenever Morgan would let out a small giggle, he felt the same warmth he did back in Wakanda. The same warmth she could only give him. He was grateful to have her in his life, she gave him the benefit of the doubt seeing the good and accepting the bad. He knew that she knew his history but still befriended him anyways saying, “there’s good in everyone even if you can’t see the good in you, I do.”
“How has therapy been going?” They stood behind the four year old who was admiring the penguins. Bucky shrugged lightly fixing his gaze to his shoes, “‘ts been good.” he mumbled. It had been about two weeks since he started therapy with Dr.Christina Raynor, you knew he had trouble opening up and well at most times never opened up at all.
Morgan came running back to the two, “I wanna see the red pandas.” she grabbed theirs hands and began to drag them towards her current favorite animal at the moment.
She wondered if he still had nightmares, there were times he’d call her just to talk because he couldn’t go back to sleep. The sound of an old sitcom could be heard in the background anytime he’d call.
𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴, 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦
Bucky watched as (Y/N) carried Morgan in her arms pointing at the red pandas, red pandas? How are they even pandas? Bucky thought to himself, watching as (Y/N) made Morgan giggle loudly she must have said some kind of joke. He watched as she turned her head slightly catching her eye, he began to notice this twinkle whenever she was smiling or talking about something she’s passionate about or enjoyed.
"So, what did you think?” the credits of Harry Potter and the philosopher's stone began to roll in. As far as Bucky knew, the only wizard he had read about before was Gandalf in the hobbit. Who would’ve thought about writing a book about a 11 year old wizard?
“It was surprisingly good.” He watched as her eyes lit up the corners of her lips tugging upwards. He loved to see her smile, to see the twinkle in her eye just before she spoke on about how much she loved something.
“I knew you would like it! Gosh it’s amazing- I could go on about the wizarding world but I’m sure you would rather not-”
“I have the time.”
(Y/N) had concluded Bucky would belong in Hufflepuff and basically forced him to take the pottermore test in which she was correct, he was in fact a hufflepuff. She had gone on why he’s in hufflepuff- though he didn’t really care about the reasons he just wanted to hear her talk.
“You have a lovely family.”
The comment caused Bucky to turn his head slightly pulling him from the recent memory, an elderly woman who seemed to be in her late sixties gave him a warm smile. “Uh- she’s actually my-” what is she to me? Before Bucky could answer (Y/N) had walked over with Morgan still in her arms.
“Hey, ready to go?”
Before Bucky could answer the lady spoke again, “I was just telling your husband you have a lovely family.” (Y/N) eyes widened her mouth slightly agape before responding, “We’re actual friends and, she’s my younger sister.” friends.
“Oh, my apologies. Have a great rest of your day.”
(Y/N) gave the lady a warm smile watching as she walked away, “Well, I think you’ve seen enough animals don’t you think?” Morgan tapped her index finger against her chin pinching her brows together, sometimes she was just a mini version of your dad or sometimes Pepper- but mostly Tony.
“Yeah- I’m hungry.”
Making their way towards the exit the gift shop had caught Morgan’s eye, specifically a red panda plush she shrieked loudly causing (Y/N) to jump with caution thinking something was wrong with her little sister, while Bucky stood there with his eyes widened.
“I need it!”
(Y/N)’s brows furrowed, “Morgan- you know mom is gonna be mad at me if I get you yet another red panda plush. Remember, you have like a billion of them.” Morgan pouted slightly crossed her arms across her chest and stomped away.
“Dad would’ve gotten it for me!” (Y/N) frowned at the comment, of course he would’ve- he loved seeing the smile on your face anytime he got you something whether you were five or nineteen.
𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘦
“I’ll meet you guys outside- I’m gonna use the restroom.” Bucky spoke, watching as she ran after her little sister. Well- he didn’t actually need to use the restroom- he had gotten the plush Morgan was head over heels for. He waited a couple minutes before finally exiting the zoo spotting (Y/N) holding Morgan in her lap as they sat on a bench not too far from the exit.
He held the plush behind his back, as he drew closer he could hear Morgan sob quietly. He sat down next to (Y/N) leaning his head slightly onto her shoulder, “Hey Morgan.” the five year old pulled back slightly wiping the back of her sleeve across her nose lips still in a pout.
Slowly he pulled the plush that was hidden behind his back into view, watching as Morgan’s eyes widened an a huge smile paint her lips quickly she snatched it from his hand and hugged it turning her body from side to side.
Morgan hopped out of her sister’s lap and onto Bucky’s wrapping her arms around his neck, “Thank you, thank you!” she chanted catching Bucky off guard as he slowly wrapped his arms around her.
“Anytime kid.”
They walked back to Bucky’s apartment in comfortable silence, Morgan squealing every here and there every time she hugged her new plush. Once they had reached his apartment, Bucky offered for the two to stay for pizza which Morgan quickly agreed to.
𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭, 𝘣𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘳
(Y/N) and Bucky situated themselves in the kitchen cross from each other- (Y/N) sat on a stool while Bucky stood. Meanwhile Morgan was in the living room distracted with her new plush, “Thank you for getting her the plush- I- I just didn’t know how to react when she said-” Bucky placed his hand over hers squeezing it reassuringly, she squeezed back giving him a warm smile. They stayed like this for a few minutes before (Y/N) cleared her throat causing Bucky to pull his hand away.
“You never answered my question earlier, about therapy.” She watched as he tensed at the word therapy, truth be told. He was struggling, he was still having nightmares and he was having trouble opening up to his therapist. He gets annoyed whenever she pulls out her notebook and starts to scribble stuff down.
“I made amends with um- Senator Atwood. No one got hurt.” (Y/N) nodded, “That’s good! Any progress with Dr.Raynor?” Bucky sighed lightly, running his fingers through his hair, “Kind of? I mean every time I tell her I haven’t had a nightmare she gets all aggressive and writes in her notebook.”
𝘖𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘸𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦
She frowned slightly, taking his hands into hers “James, you sometimes talk to me about your nightmares right?” he nodded slightly ushering her to continue, “You have to slowly open up- it’s gonna help James. And If you want, I’ll go with you. I’ll wait in the waiting room- whatever it takes to get you to talk.”
She cared so much about him, it made her chest feel heavy. She would do anything for him.
𝘐 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨
He had spent nearly seventy years as someone else, he was afraid that after he erased his past it would still catch up to him someday. That he would still become the winter solider even after all this therapy and time away.
𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨
But you were there to reassure him that would never happen, that he was a good person and no longer the person he use to be. She was there to reassure him that he was James Buchanan Barnes and not the winter solider.
𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘥𝘺
You were the light in his darkness, you were there to guide him and to stay by his side. He thought you’d run away after what he had done to your grandparents but you’re there to remind him that he had no choice that HYDRA had control over him but you knew deep down he tried to fight it.
Bucky tugged his hands back quickly pulling away from the counter and walked around to engulf (Y/N) into a hug, he was afraid that if he were to allow himself to love someone they’d only end up hurt. He didn’t want to loose her, he didn’t want to scare you away.
“Please don’t leave.”
(Y/N) quickly shook her head, “Why would I leave? I would never leave you Bucky.” he pulled away slightly, did he hear that right? “Did you just call me Bucky?” her eyes widened, “Oh I’m so-” he cupped her cheeks closing the gap between the two placing capturing her lips. Something he had been waiting to do.
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘐 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘢 𝘴𝘺𝘮𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘺
It was exactly like how people described sharing a kiss with someone they’ve longed to be with, fireworks and butterflies the way your skin heats up and your cheeks turn into a tomato red.
(Y/N) wrapped her hand around his wrist pulling back slightly for air a smile tugging at the corner of her lips, “Hello? Did you guys not here the door? Someone pay the guy!” Morgan carried the huge box of pizza and placed it onto her sisters lap before turning away to the living room. She quickly fetched her wallet wanting to beat Bucky from paying- but he knocked her wallet out of her hands and quickly rushed to the door.
She had given her sister a slice of pizza and ushered her to go back to the living room, “You make it seem as if I never saw people kiss before.” Morgan stuck her tongue out at her sister before returning to the living room.
“So-” Bucky began leaning against the doorway of the kitchen (Y/N) running up to him to wrap her arms around his neck the impact causing the two to fall to the ground with a loud thud. “You know- know a days people usually go on dates before the first kiss.” (Y/N) joked causing Bucky to smile, “Well in that case. (Y/N) would you like to go out tomorrow?” she quickly pecked his lips.
“I’d love to Bucky.”
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘐 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳
𝘈 𝘴𝘺𝘮𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘺
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Under Pastel Skies - 3
Sugar daddy!Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: Modern!AU Bucky doesn’t need anyone, especially not a sugar baby. He isn’t that desperate… but she smiles so sweetly and she’s endearingly awkward, and he’s so lonely. She’s an artist, a painter, the type of person who always puts others before herself. Throwing caution to the wind Bucky offers her a place to live, a place where she can finally paint whatever her heart desires. He doesn’t need much in return; a friend, a muse.
Word Count: 2,587
Warnings: none
A/N: I wanted to give Reader a family and this is the easiest way to do it. Btw Peggy’s husband isn’t Steve, I have other plans for him ;) Enjoy!
Wannabe sugar daddies don’t interact, idc if you have money, eat it and leave me be.
The rest of the week went by, and you kept hoping Bucky would come back. You hadn’t seen him since he’d left 300 dollars under his napkin after visiting you at work. You had tucked the bills into your bra, knowing they would be safe there, and walked home at the end of your shift.
Now it was Thursday afternoon and you were craving a day off.
Natasha’s apartment was spacious and the oversized glass window bathed the living room in natural sunlight. The apartment was a gift from Sam. Obviously.
You dropped your purse on the sofa –your bed- and laid out the bills on the coffee table. It was made of marble and brass, another gift from Sam.
You didn’t know what to do with the money, so you took it wherever you went, to keep it safe. You wanted to return it to Bucky. It was too much and you weren’t used to random acts of kindness.
You sunk into the cushion and blew out a sigh as you stared at the money. The persistent vibration of your phone against your thigh pulled you out of your thoughts. Half expecting it to be Natasha, you answered without looking at the caller ID.
The operator told you that Scott Lang was calling from Saint Quentin State Prison, and asked if you would accept the charges. You agreed. You always agreed.
“Splotchy, I need your help.”
Closing your eyes, you let your head fall back against the cushion. “I told you to stop calling me that, Scott.”
It was a silly nickname.
As a child, your mother dubbed you splotchy because of the colourful doodles you painted on the living room walls, and your siblings, who were roughly a few years older than you, had loved using that nickname. Especially since they knew you disliked it.
Their support and endless enthusiasm played a big part in your artistic journey, nurturing that spark into a flame. What started out as a childlike fascination with colours and shapes became your whole life. No one was surprised when you decided to pursue a degree in fine arts.
After the death of her husband, Peggy Carter adopted five children; a little boy from San Francisco, a little girl from Wakanda, twins from Sokovia and a little girl whose birth parents were still in high school. You were the last one, the only one she adopted as a baby.
“Is it offensive to call an artist splotchy?”
“It’s irrelevant. I haven’t painted in months,” you replied. “And we’re not kids anymore, you can use my name.”
“I’ve been calling you Splotchy for so long, I forgot your actual name.”
“You’re so funny,” you deadpanned. “What do you need, Scott?”
Scott’s tone changed suddenly, his voice grew agitated. “I need you to call Maggie. She isn’t picking up when I call her.”
“Scott,” you sighed.
“I haven’t talked to Cassie since her birthday,” he cut you off, pleading. “Please, I just want to talk to my little girl.”
Maggie was Scott’s ex-wife. Six months after his incarceration, she had filed for divorce. Natasha thought it was a real dick move but you didn’t blame Maggie. She was alone, her husband was in jail –for basically being a dumbass although the official charge was embezzlement and destruction of property- and she had a kid to raise.
Maggie wasn’t a saint but she was a good mother, and Cassie was a smart and healthy kid. Now you knew what to do with Bucky’s money.
“I’ll call her,” you said. “Listen, I’m going to put 50 bucks on your book. Buy yourself a bar of soap, I can smell you from here.” Scott interrupted you with a monotone ‘har har’. You chuckled. “I’ll buy Cassie a Christmas gift on your behalf, all right? I think she wanted a bike.”
“Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you,” he chanted over the phone, his voice muffled as if he was holding the receiver too close to his mouth. “Are you sure you can afford it? I know it isn’t easy for you. Between living in New York and paying for mom’s nursing home, you don’t have to-”
“It’s fine,” you said, cutting off the conversation. “I’m not alone, Okoye helps.”
“And Wanda?”
“She sends postcards from time to time.”
The line went quiet for a moment. “I want to get out of here so bad,” Scott groaned. “Everything’s gone to shit since I went to jail.”
“Everything’s gone to shit since Pietro died, Scott.” You both remained silent, remembering your late brother. Just thinking about him made your eyes start to prickle with tears, so you cleared your throat and ended the call. “I’ll talk to Maggie. You’ll be out soon, just... stay out of trouble. Love you.”
You left your phone on the table and kicked off your shoes before you lay down on the sofa for a well-deserved nap. In your dreams your brothers weren’t either dead or in prison, your mother hadn’t been diagnosed with Alzheimer, and you weren’t a burden to your friend.
If you were lucky enough, you wouldn’t even dream at all.
The next day, Bucky arrived at the hotel at six thirty and you playfully glared at him from across the lounge. He wasn’t stupid, he knew why you were glaring at him. At least he had the decency to look a little sheepish.
“Just so you know, you bought yourself about 30 breakfasts,” you told him, referring to the far-too-generous tip he had left the other day.
“A man’s gotta eat,” he replied with a boyish cockiness that made him look stupidly attractive. You were too flustered to find a good comeback.
You brought him his cup of coffee and let him enjoy his breakfast while you attended to your other clients. It was an unusually busy day, the room was packed with families who were getting ready to explore Manhattan. You didn’t have time to chat with Bucky and he didn’t stay long. You saw him flinch a couple of times; the muscles in his shoulders pulled tight and his eyes darting left and right.
He left another ridiculously generous tip, along with a handwritten note. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day x.
Bucky came back the following week, and even though it was a quiet morning, you made sure to find him a table in a secluded spot. He didn’t notice when you slipped the 300 dollars into the pocket of his coat. You could be pretty sneaky, too.
“Mmmh,” he said, wiping his mouth with a napkin, “I looked at your Instagram.”
“Oh,” you glanced at your shoes, embarrassed. “Wait, you’re on Instagram? I have a hard time imagining you scrolling through your feed.”
He laughed a little. “I’ll admit I’m not as tech savvy as you youngsters, but I’m not a fossil. I use it to look at the pictures my sister post of my niblings.”
“Cute,” you grinned.
“Anyway,” he said, pushing a hand through his hair. “I love your work. It’s very unique; a cross between Impressionism and Post-impressionism. It’s realistic, and yet there’s something different...” his face scrunched up as he tried to look for the right word. “There’s something in your paintings, something that isn’t here in real life but perhaps should be. It’s hard to explain. It’s a feeling, a color, a pattern; it’s indiscernible but it’s there.” He looked up at you, his cheeks red with embarrassment. “I’m not making much sense, am I?”
You blinked, suddenly stunned that someone had such strong opinions about your work. There was nothing but sincerity in his ocean-blue eyes, and for a moment, you were at a loss for words.
“I, um-” you cleared your throat, “Thank you, I didn’t know that. I look up to Monet, obviously. His work is phenomenal, and I also have a soft spot for Van Gogh.” You ran a hand across your face. “Sorry, I’m a little emotional. The people who compliment my art are usually my siblings, and Nat.”
“And now me,” he said with a warm smile. “And soon a lot more people.”
Flustered, you bit your bottom lip. “That would be nice.”
Bucky nodded. He gathered his silverware and set them on his plate, trying to buy time. You watched him hesitate before he turned to you. “I noticed that your last post was from almost a year ago.”
“Yeah,” you said with a casual shrug. “I don’t really paint anymore. I’m too tired when I get home and supplies are expensive.”
“Of course,” he pursed his lips in thought. “Are you free this afternoon? I was wondering if we could meet for coffee.”
You tried not to show your surprise but his words made the sleeping butterflies in your stomach crack an eye open, their interest piqued.
Was he asking you out? He’d come to your workplace every week since your brief ‘date’. He always gave you more-than-generous tips, and he listened to you with a combination of close attention and warmth that made you weak at the knees.
He’d made it clear he wasn’t looking for anyone but maybe he had changed his mind. Agh, down girl! He just wanted a friend.
You looked into his beautiful eyes, seeing a myriad of expressions cross his face before he smiled at you.
“I ain’t gonna hurt you, angel.”
It was an honest lie, just hearing him call you angel felt like a punch to the stomach. The butterflies were dancing around, reborn, and chanting the word ‘date’.
“If you don’t like coffee, we can have tea, or ice cream,” he said, “anything as long as you can sit down with me.”
You snorted. “Okay.”
“Okay,” he repeated, smiling. “This is my number. Pick a place and I’ll meet you there.”
After breakfast, you closed the restaurant and started cleaning the Lounge. You brought everything back to the kitchen, stacked the dishes in the dishwasher and turned it on. Then you put away the unopened miniature jams, butter and whatnot, and gathered the remaining patisseries and fresh fruits in a basket that you would later bring to the reception.
You worked mechanically. It wasn’t exactly the most exciting job you’d ever had.
You couldn’t stop thinking about Bucky. It was easy to let your mind wander into the cosy and dangerous territory of this being a real date.
You decided to go to the Australian coffee shop near Natasha’s apartment. It was popular but not as crowded as Starbucks, which suited you fine.
After your shift, you removed your uniform and changed into the spare set of clothes you kept in your locker for emergencies. Emergencies being an impromptu date or a night out with Nat. You dug around in your purse for your lipstick; the nice one, the Carter Red as your mother called it.
You dabbed the lipstick on your lips, staining them. You only wore it on special occasions, and you weren’t sure Bucky deserved your full red pout.
You walked to the café with a little pep in your step and a confident smile on your face. The freezing temperature didn’t matter, you were too giddy to care. It was a date, it had to be, why else would he ask you to meet for coffee?
You smiled when you saw him through the coffee shop window. He was chatting with the waiter as the latter set two mugs on the table.
“Hi again!” You shrugged out of your jacket and took a seat.
“I hope you like hot chocolate. Carl, here, says it’s their best seller,” Bucky said, smiling kindly at the waiter.
“Enjoy, and if you need anything else don’t hesitate to call me.”
You carefully wrapped your cold hands around your mug while you watched Carl walk away. A moment of silence rose between you. Bucky watched you with an unreadable expression, making you fidget in your seat.
“I’m glad you came,” he finally said.
“Me too. I’m a little surprised you asked.”
He looked down at his mug and smiled; it didn’t reach his eyes. “I have something to ask you.” He paused. “The night we met, you said you agreed to see me because being in a... financial relationship felt like the only solution to your problems.”
Your smile faltered but he didn’t seem to notice. Oh. The butterflies in your stomach fell so suddenly that it felt like carrying a ball of lead. They went back into hibernation.
“If I had been a decent person and, I don’t know, bought you a drink, talked to you,” he paused, meeting your eyes. “Would you have been interested in this type of relationship? With me, I mean.”
You swallowed hard. “You want to be my sugar daddy.”
It wasn’t a question but a statement. You were slowly realizing that you had been wrong about his intentions. This wasn’t a date, it was a business afternoon tea.
He winced. “Do we really have to call it that? I was thinking mentorship. I can provide financial help, and in exchange you could be my friend.”
“I can be your friend for free,” you said, your throat tightening.
He shrugged, a small smile on his lips. “This way we’ll both get something out of it.”
You looked down at your hands, still wrapped around the mug, and pursed your lips in thought. You felt a sharp tingling sensation in your nose, a sign that you were about to cry. You closed your eyes and clenched your jaw, fighting against the flood that was coming.
You pushed all the emotion down and forced a smile to your face. “Do you mind if I use the restroom? I just took the subway, I’d like to wash my hands.”
Bucky watched you, momentarily stunned by your request. “Of course, take your time,” he quickly recovered.
“Thanks,” you croaked, pushing your chair back.
You picked up your bag and walked to the restroom, your legs feeling like cotton wool. You didn’t need to use the restroom, you had walked to the café, but you needed a moment alone to collect yourself.
A woman came out of the restroom, holding the door open for you. You picked up the pace and thanked her before closing the door behind you. You looked pretty sickly under the artificial light of the restroom. Your eyes were glassy with tears and your red lips were taunting you.
“Got your hopes up, uh?” You watched your lips move. A little humourless chuckle escaped you and you shook your head at your own idiocy.
You aggressively wiped the lipstick off your mouth with the back of your hand and sighed deeply as you looked at your reflection in the mirror. Now you felt like an idiot.
It wasn’t Bucky’s fault. He had been nothing but nice and kind, and perhaps you had mistaken his kindness for flirting. A naïve mistake. You had always been a little clueless when it came to men.
You ran your index fingers under your eyes to get rid of the makeup that had gathered there. It wasn’t the end of the world, you barely knew him anyway. It didn’t hurt any less, though.
Maybe it was time for you to do something out of character, to experience life no matter how crazy it seemed. You were dreading this conversation with Bucky, but you couldn’t hide in the restroom forever. With another sigh, you pushed yourself away from the sink and walked out of the restroom.
Part 4
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Baby Avenger
Summary: (Y/N) is one of the youngest avenger members and some government officials repeatedly let her know of “her position.” So, she lets them know exactly what her position is.
Word Count: 2100
Fandom: MCU Avengers
Pairing: Avengers x Reader
Genre: Fluff, soft, slight angst and sadness, & family love.
Rated: 18+
Content Warnings: profanity, death, abandonment, bullying, this is my first ever post of any fanfiction ever so it’s probably bad
**** This is my first ever imagine that I have ever finished and published. Please give me feedback and let me know what else I should write! I’m very excited and nervous so please let me know if you enjoyed this :) I’m thinking of making this Y/N character into a little “Baby Avenger” one-shot series, so let me know your thoughts ****
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Baby Avenger.
Baby Avenger.
Baby. Avenger.
In her head, her stomping can be heard throughout the whole Compound and all of its residents and guests can hear her anger. They know she’s going right to the meeting room; not the team meeting room, but the meeting room they use when they have special guests in for a meeting.
The new government officials who are now “in charge” of the Avengers since The Snap Part 2 were in for the day to go over the general plans that the Avengers have been coming up with. They’re nicer than those in charge of the group from the Accords, but in no way were they nice to majority of the group as a whole.
(Y/N) (L/N) happens to be the second to youngest member on the team coming in at an age of 18, second only to her best friend Peter Parker
(Y/N) is an orphan, the typical origin story of any superhero. Her parents spent their last minutes pushing her out of their burning house in rural Pennsylvania. Actually, it was her father who got her out of the flames and by their fishpond 100 meters from the house. Her mother was inside, trapped under a steal beam in the basement.
(Y/N)’s mother was a scientist who worked in secret in a little band of scientists who tried to accomplish their own small victories in testing the alterations and limits of humans. The goal of these scientists is to stay out of sight of the CIA, FBI, S.H.I.E.L.D., and other government agencies. Most of them are left alone and those who get found are either immediately sent to a high security prison or recruited to continue their experiments for a certain country/agency.
(Y/N)’s mother decided to give herself her treatment she was working on instead of potentially kidnapping someone in the everyone-knows-everything kind of town that they had been living in. Her experiment and life studies were all in trying to find a way to unlock the rest of the human brain so that more than that small percentage is being used at a time. It has been hypothesized that humans could do a lot if their brains just used itself more.
The only problem is when she gave the treatment to herself, she was unknowingly pregnant, and the treatment attached onto that small lifeform instead of her own. She created a super baby.
No one knew the exact answer to what is on the other side of that tunnel of science. No one knew what opening the mind could do, there were only theories to support ideas. Plenty of scientific evidence, but it meant nothing with no legit proof.
Well, turns out that those on the team of “you will gain the ability to read minds and shit unlike any human” were the correct guessers.
(Y/N) can read others’ minds, move things with her mind, slow down time in her mind to be able to successfully breakdown a situation and perform the best possible reaction to anything that comes her way. Oh, and the color spectrum is broader for her, allowing her to see a significantly more amount of colors than a normal human (including seeing the aura’s and heat that people give off. Very useful in the few missions she goes on.).
But her parents are dead.
After setting small (Y/N) down, her father ran back in to save the love of his life. Or, well, that’s what the towns’ people say to romanticize the situation. A brave man trying to save his family.
In the end, her father had shaken his head, laughing at the moment like a mad man with tears running down his face. He pulled (Y/N) in for the tightest hug that he had ever given the girl—which is tight considering how close the two really were. They were just like two peas in a pod, the light of each other’s lives, basically soulmates.
But love makes you do crazy things.
“You listen to me, (Y/N).” He gripped her face in a painful grip, cheeks sure to be bruised later. “I will always love you. Don’t doubt that, baby girl, okay? I love you so so so so much” By this time, tears are pouring off his face, the neon flames coming from the house reflecting off his wet face. “Mommy… mommy just needs me now, baby. I need mommy, too. We love you so much.”
It had confused her, his words. Nothing could prepare her to watch her father run back into the house, leaving her by the pond with nothing but a small bag of little family things like pictures, little stupid gifts, and a notebook she had stolen from her mom’s bookshelf one day.
Her mother’s grandfather had been friends with Howard Stark, both science men having been in the same circle of famous inventors since before WWII. While neither her mother nor father personally knew his son, Tony, he was still listed as the godfather to the child. With no close friends allowed in their secret circle, old bonds and pacts that her grandfather had with the older Stark led to a blind trust in the man.
Tony Stark had agreed to be the godfather during a one-week bender in his 30s, and when he was yelled at about it, he chose to just keep it there because “the chances of this happening is very slim.”
But here we are, Baby Avenger.
The officials who are here now actually were the same people that used to do check-ins and such with them pre-Accords, so they knew the team better than any government official save for the rare union that the team members may have with government officials. (Y/N) randomly has one with the Queen of England (she did a favor for Her Majesty once, and now they have tea every third Thursday of every month).
They knew that Tony suffered from panic attacks, and they knew Steve was going through a never ending loop of an existential crisis, and that Bucky will most likely always be having an identity crisis, and that Sam cries to sleep a lot around a certain time of year that renders him almost useless in his sleep deprived state he puts himself into. They know EVERYTHING vulnerable about the team.
So, that means they know how when she first got to the team and to Tony that she wouldn’t speak to anyone unless absolutely necessary. It took her almost a year to be able to speak more than a sentence to every person she was around. No one was too upset, though, Tony was trying to figure out how to save himself and rebrand his whole legacy and the Avengers weren’t really a family family yet like they are now. (Y/N)’s shyness made it much easier on the adults to figure out their stressful situations.
The officials, though, never got why she wouldn’t speak to them. They actually pushed her progress back more and more with taunts and comments such as “Oh, the baby can’t speak?” or a “Get your phone out! She’s about to say her first words!” every time she did go to say something.
Tony soon got fed up with it and filed a lawsuit against them which threatened their agency enough to pull them out and let a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent be a liaison for them. After their presence was rid of, (Y/N) grew exponentially with her new family. She was still home schooled, but now she had Peter Parker as a friend and world geniuses as her teachers. She was an only child, but now she’s a big sister to Morgan and has plenty of people on the team that are dubbed her siblings (since they don’t act their age majority of the time to be considered aunts and uncles).
While she’s trained to fight, (Y/N) doesn’t go out on the field much unless they need her brain or her extended vision. She likes to remain behind the computer screen and help that way. She’s invented a way to make prosthetics like Bucky’s become more available to the general public and has started a school/home that’s three miles from the Compound for orphaned kids, mutants, super kids, and those who aren’t accepted where they come from.
In conclusion, (Y/N) is 18 and not useless in any way, shape, or form.
So why, why, do these absolute short dick idiots decide that they can come into here, her home, and push her around like she hasn’t contributed more to the Earth and society in the short 18 years than their middle-aged asses?
Eyes narrowed and seeing red, she stomps her way down the last hall, shoving herself into the door of the meeting room and throwing it open.
The team stays unfazed, knowing she’d show up pissed at some point. The officials, though, jump in their seat and turn to look at her.
It wasn’t the biggest meeting, the original Avengers plus Bucky, Sam, and Wanda sit around the table. Though, Rocket and Groot are here sitting along the back wall, looking bored as hell. Thor must have drug them along.
Fists clenched, (Y/N) narrows her eyes more. She’s been here since the first attack. Sure, she didn’t fight since she was like, 8 or so, but she was in charge of her man-behind-the-computer work. She’s been a part of the team since the beginning, and these assholes are too big of pricks to acknowledge that.
That’s what’s pissing the girl off. This could have been a meeting for every one of the fighters of the team, which she wouldn’t go to because that’s not her role. This meeting, though, was scheduled as “Originals plus the newly appointed leaders only.” She’s an original.
SHE IS AN ORIGINAL.
SHE. IS. AN. OG.
AND YET, they remained in telling her she wasn’t invited because “The Baby Avenger doesn’t need to join big kid conversation.”
She locked eyes with her adopted father and her best friend, aka Peter Parker, aka the only reason she knew this meeting was still being held.
Poor, lovely Peter. He grew confused when his best friend wasn’t sitting in between Mr. Stark and him for the meeting, especially when the officials referred to the meeting as they did. He was just there to take notes for Mr. Stark, not that the man wouldn’t remember it all. Pepper thought it’d be a good idea if Tony had written evidence to anything said in these meetings so that he wouldn’t be pouring statements out of his ass without proof, and poor, lovely Peter got elected to take such notes.
When he noticed you weren’t there, he had sent you a text asking where you were and that your drink that he brought you was right next to him.
“(Y/N)! It is so great to see you, my wonderful flower.” Thick arms wrapped around her as a golden man squeezed her tight to him. Thor and (Y/N) had a special relationship. They’re always close and do the most innocent of tasks together like flower crowns, step-by-step painting classes, and making those Tik Tok crocheted blankets made with that big yarn. He even had taken her to Asgard (back when it was a planet) for a royal ball where she was the guest of honor. They’re just soft together.
Though, rage blocked that softness that normally occurs between the two. Pushing off of him, she points her finger at the men in the front. The officials look like they’ve seen the devil and all of Hell and (Y/N) can see the fear pouring off of them.
“Let’s get this clear,” she says as she slowly stalks her way up to them. “I am an Avenger. I am an original Avenger. I know about 3,000 ways to kill you in this room at this very moment with anything. I drink tea with the fucking Queen on Thursdays, and I’ve created a better orphanage/school system in 2 years than this country has in the 250 years it’s been around. Don’t you EVER call me a fucking baby again, you fucking hear me?”
By this point, she’s right up in their faces, her glare unwavering and them sweating. The silence in the room was great and seemed to go on forever. The team held their breaths, some trying not to laugh and some scared of backlash that might be trust upon the girl.
With one last eye narrow (you could blindfold her with toothpicks at this point), she whips around and walks back to Thor, placing herself sideways on his lap and relaxing into his hold. Peter passes her (Drink Order) down the table, and (Y/N) takes it.
Clint, Bucky, and Sam try and hide their laughter when the meeting starts again as they look at their long-time teammate cradled and curled up in Thor’s arms, head on his shoulder and under his chin as she sips her drink with an angry look in her eyes and a pout on her face.
All wrapped up like a baby.
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the trials of online dating, part 2
hey @witchofinterest you’re still inspiring me btw
Swipe left, swipe left, swipe left-
Mika thought, with all the options available to her, that online dating in NYC would be a breeze. In truth, it didn’t even have to be dating. She just needed friends that weren’t her sister or her sister’s boyfriend.
Swipe left, swipe left, swipe - oh, hold on.
Mika furrowed her brow, glad that the handsome man on the screen couldn’t see the double chin she sported as she curled up on the couch. James Bucky Barnes. She’d heard that name before. Where had she heard it before?
A quick google search reminded her, making her sit up and stare down at her phone. Now when she looked at his picture, she remembered how sad he looked during the trial, how tired he was when he took the stand to talk about all the things that happened to him. TIME magazine ran article after article about the years he lost.
And now he was trying online dating? Good for him.
Mika stared long and hard at the screen. He was cute, and he also probably felt a little misplaced here in New York. Or, this was a fake account, and she would be disappointed. Again.
Hiking. Technology. Reading. Well, they had two out of three things in common.
Fuck it.
She swiped right before she could think too hard about it, going through a few more profiles before deciding that no one was going to strike her interest until she figured this James Bucky Barnes situation out. So she put her phone down and went about her afternoon, baking some bread for the week and cleaning the fridge out. She hated cleaning the fridge out, but since she was currently mooching of her sister in the studio apartment, she needed to do a little extra work.
She wasn’t surprised when her phone dinged later. She was surprised to find that it was James Bucky Barnes, accepting her match.
Interesting.
Her stomach did a flip. She wasn’t cool enough to match with the former Captain America’s best friend, and definitely didn’t expect him to go for the Romanian girl.
Had to be a catfish.
Mika: Is this really Mr. Barnes?
She was going to get to the bottom of this. If he messaged her back, then she could get on the web app and trace his IP address and see where it was registered. She wasn’t positive on the legality of that action, but safety came first. Her phone dinged again. A message!
James: Unfortunately.
The response made her laugh out loud, any thought of tracing his whereabouts fading. A catfish wouldn’t respond like that.
Mika: Deciding to try online dating? You’re becoming a real modern man, James!
James: My therapist made me.
Ouch, okay, so maybe he wasn’t into the dating part. Mika was about to switch her tactics when he messaged again.
James: Sorry, that was short. Still getting the hang of this.
James: You can call me Bucky.
James: If you want.
Mika smiled down at her phone. There was something magical about the guy not caring about sending multiple texts in a row. Any girls she dated didn’t mind it, but men were always wanting to look all stoic. Mika found that the less they talked, the more desperate they were.
Mika: Nice to meet you, Bucky. I’m Mika.
James: Nice to meet you, Mika.
James: I saw you’re from Romania. Have you lived in New York long?
Mika: Just a couple months. Moved here after the Blip.
James: Oh, I’m sorry. That must be tough.
Mika: Could be worse. I’m staying with my baby sister who is now, technically, older than me.
Mika: How is it being back here?
Well if he didn’t think she was a creepy stalker, he did now!
James: Weird. So many things are different.
James: But even weirder, some things are the same.
When Mika blipped back, it was hard enough to figure out everything that changed in five years. If the TIME articles were correct, Bucky was back in New York after leaving eighty years ago. She couldn’t even imagine how weird everything felt for him. And how lonely he must be.
Mika: So what’s the most important thing for me to check out?
Mika: You know, since you’re a true New Yorker.
That was a safe enough topic, right? She hoped so. Centenarian or not, he was the first person to message her that didn’t ask for pictures, and she was in desperate need of someone chill. It took a while for Bucky to respond, long enough that she was utterly convinced that she’d said something wrong.
James: Totonno’s is where we used to go for pizza all the time. If you want good cheesecake, Junior’s is the best.
Mika: Oh, I like both of those things!
She paused, hoping that the next message would be him asking her out. Of course, it couldn’t be that easy.
James: Let me know if you like them.
James: If it’s any consolation, they still taste the exact same.
Mika: Good to know. I’ve also been on the hunt for a Romanian place.
Mika: Know of any?
James: Not right off hand, but I can do some research.
James: I spent some time there, before the Blip.
Mika: Really?? Where??
James: Bucharest.
Mika: No shit! I lived there!
Mika: I was on the south side, in Rahova.
James: …so was I.
Mika: What apartments? I was Bloc 70 B.
The dots hovered, then disappeared, then hovered again, then disappeared again. Mika held her breath, but couldn’t maintain it long enough before having to take in a gulp of air. Bucky still didn’t respond. Was that too intimate a question? God, she hated this online thing sometimes.
Finally, her phone lit up again.
James: Did someone send you.
Mika: What? No.
Mika: I’m sorry, did I say something wrong?
Mika: I know they weren’t the fanciest apartments, but…
Another ten agonizing minutes, then,
James: I’m sorry. I lived in those apartments too.
James: I get spooked pretty easily nowadays.
Mika let out a huge breath of relief. Okay, good, so she wasn’t some inconsiderate asshole. Her and Bucky just had the weirdest coincidences.
Mika: That’s fair!
Mika: How do I know you’re not the one following me?
Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid!
James: I don’t do that anymore.
James: That…probably didn’t help my case.
Oh thank God, he was just as awkward as she was. And at least he had the excuses.
Mika: Meh, not the weirdest thing that’s ever happened to me.
James: Same.
James: Wish I could even say getting blipped was.
Don’t do it, don’t ask it, don’t say it -
Mika: What’s the weirdest thing then?
Fuck.
James: When Steve tripled in size.
James: Thought I was hallucinating.
Mika: Oh God, I can’t imagine!
Mika: It’s weird enough that Nicoletta is a year older now
Mika: At least she’s the same size
James: Do you have other siblings?
Mika tapped the edge of her phone. She never did figure out how to word this without eliciting a pity party. But hey, Bucky of all people would probably understand.
Mika: We had an older sister. She passed away.
James: I’m sorry to hear that.
Mika: Thank you.
James: My sister passed away about 20 years ago.
James: Obviously, I was not there.
Mika: Have you visited her grave?
James: Yea, in the first couple weeks I was here.
James: Will you think I’m an asshole if I say it was anticlimactic?
Mika: Not at all.
Mika: Last time I visited Raisa I called her a selfish bitch so
Mika: You’re in good company
Too much information, that was too much information.
Bucky sent back…a laughing emoji.
James: That’s how you know you were close.
James: My mother got mad at me because Rebecca thought her name was “Stupid Baby” for a long time.
Mika: Aw, you were much nicer to your sister than I was haha
James: Well, it was the ’20’s.
James: Things were a little different.
Mika: Were you a flapper?
Mika: Don’t lie.
James: I would never.
James: Lie, that is.
James: I was definitely a flapper.
James: The cutest damn toddler flapper you’d ever see.
Mika: Pics or it didn’t happen.
James: I don’t know what that means.
Mika: It means I want photographic evidence.
James: Cameras weren’t invented yet. Sorry.
Man alive, James Bucky Barnes was funny.
They kept going back and forth, attempting a more normal conversation. It was, Mika found, a very nice conversation. He was someone she liked talking to, and he seemed to enjoy talking to her too. Or at least he was really good at faking it.
“Why are you smiling so much at your phone?” Nicoletta asked later, giving her an odd look from her easel. Her boyfriend had already gone to bed, leaving them to watch whatever they wanted on Netflix. Of course that meant they put on a baking show and proceeded to do anything but watch it.
“Huh? I’m not smiling at my phone.” she said, tucking said phone into her lap.
“Don’t be dumb.” Nicoletta said, brandishing her paint brush like a knife. “Who are you talking to? You better not say-“
“Ew, no, not him.” Mika said, cutting her off before she could utter the name of her ex. “Just…someone I met on HiLove.”
“I thought we talked about those dating apps.”
“I’m lonely! I need friends.” she said. “He passed the background check.”
“Let me see a picture.” Nicoletta said, coming over. Mika sighed, thumbing through the app to find Bucky’s profile, and the one picture he had. She hoped her sister didn’t notice the two unread messages in the corner. “Hmm. Okay, he’s handsome.”
“Yes.” Mika agreed. In fact, he was becoming more handsome as the afternoon went on. “And he’s funny too. And smart.”
“Ok, calm down. You just started talking to him.”
“I know! I’m not like, proposing marriage.” Mika said, rolling her eyes. “I just like talking to him so far. That’s all.”
“Uh huh. I know how it goes with you ‘talking’ to good looking people.”
“About as well as it does with you.” she pointed out. “Pre Steve, of course.”
“Of course.” Nicoletta said. “Have you discussed future plans? Deepest fears? Favorite sexual positions?”
“I hate you.”
“These are important questions!”
“I’m going to bed.”
“No phone sex on the first day!”
“I really hate you!” Mika sang, pulling the curtain around the little area in the studio apartment that counted as her room. It was late, and she probably should go to bed anyways. But Bucky was still up, and they were currently discussing movies. Turned out, he was way behind.
Mika: Star Wars?
James: Nope. It’s on the list.
Mika: Star Trek?
James: Also on the list.
Mika: Pride and Prejudice?
James: Isn’t that a book?
Mika: And a movie! My favorite one.
James: Guess I’ll move that to the top of the list then.
Was he…flirting? Mika couldn’t deny the smile on her face now, even as her eyes struggled to stay open. Nicoletta went to bed, and with the light off, staying conscious was becoming a struggle.
Mika: Good answer.
James: Ever seen Wizard of Oz?
Mika: …no. A little before my time.
James: Ouch.
Despite the humor and the fun conversation, she could feel the fatigue setting in. She was so afraid to stop talking, afraid that tomorrow he would change his mind, or find someone cooler than her. But she couldn’t stay up all night anymore, she wasn’t in her 20’s.
Mika: Unfortunately, I think I need to sleep.
James: I understand. It is really late.
She paused, tapping the edge of her phone. What was the worst he could say? No?
Mika: Talk to you tomorrow?
Apparently it was his turn to pause, long enough that she nearly fell asleep before her phone buzzed again.
James: I’m looking forward to it.
James: Goodnight, Mika.
Mika: Goodnight, Bucky.
She went to sleep with a smile.
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Always By My Side — Prologue
Synopsis: Young Bucky and Ziarah learn about the story of the fates and soulmates. Whether the tales are true or not is left to be seen.
Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Black!OFC Ziarah Heartwell
Warnings (will change with each chapter): none that come to mind for this chapter besides a referencing to God.
Word Count: 1,189
Acknowledgement: I’ve created this AU alongside my best friend Taylor in roleplays, along with many of the plots and scenes that will be featured. I’m posting this with his expressed permission as we both continue to work on the story in our chat. Credit for its creation goes to both of us.
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Note: This is is kind of a teaser/prologue to the series I’ll be posting the first chapter to soon called Always By My Side. It’s an AU my best friend Taylor and I have been building off of an imaginary friend prompt. I’m hoping this snippet will give you a bit of insight into the purpose of the soulmate bond in their world so you have some context going in. Hope you enjoy.
Addition: I said I’d tag you when I posted my WOC OFC story so here’s the first part, @bucky-the-thigh-slayer!
[Brooklyn - Late 1920’s]
Faded hues of yellows and oranges could still be seen through the thin panes of glass of the Barnes residence. The table had just been cleared from supper, the delicious aroma of Winnifred’s cooking still clung to the air.
Bucky and his sibling gathered on the floor in front of their mother, all freshly bathed and dressed for bed. The anticipation was clear in the younger ones’ faces as they prepared for their nightly story, though Bucky decided Rebecca’s shown the brightest. The woman couldn’t help but laugh as she settled into the wooden rocking chair that had soothed all of her children throughout the years.
“What story would you like to hear tonight, dears?” Winnifred’s smooth voice interrupted the youngest pair’s fit of giggles.
Charles, the second oldest after Bucky, was the first to answer. “Tell us the one about the coal miners again!” It was always his answer as he loved the voices his mother would use during her retellings.
Rebecca seemed less than sold on the idea as her freckled nose scrunched in distaste. “That one is silly! I want to hear about soulmates. Will you tell us that one, ma?” The glint in her eyes only seemed to grow as her mother hummed in agreement.
The rhythmic creaking of wood on wood could be heard as she began to rock, summoning the tales of lovers separated by miles being brought together with a bond that only true love could create, or so they said. Her blue eyes fell to Bucky’s, which mirrored her own, as she began to speak.
“They say the bond of soulmates is rare, God’s way of bringing together two people destined to meet and fall in love. The first stories were from long ago, before planes, cars, or even trains existed. When the corners of the earth were undiscovered and untouched by man. A time when mere miles could act as a barrier to keep others from ever meeting. The two individuals would see visions of one another, guiding them closer together over time. A mirrored reflection of their fated love.”
The children listened to her words with great interest as she continued her story, even Bucky’s attention seemed to turn her way. He had heard the stories a million times when he was younger. He’d lean in the doorway as she rocked a babe in her arms, telling them the tale that he had deemed himself too old to care about. Yet, as he found himself at the age where the pretty young dames around were of great interest, he also found himself considering the possibility. That there was someone out there in the world who was destined to love him in the truest way.
Bucky was sure it was a fairytale at its core, meant to spark a light of hope and possibility in the young eyes of youth. Even so, he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something more akin to fate at play.
[Brooklyn - 2004]
Ziarah leaned over the top railing of the bunk bed she shared with her older brother. The boy on the lower bed rolled her eyes at the continued antics of their nightly routine as this was the third time his sister had been brought to bed that night alone. The four year old grinned goofily as her mother, Hanna, adjusted the silk bonnet on her head.
“Lay back and tuck in, my little bumblebee,” the woman said fondly, climbing the first few rungs of the ladder to pull the blankets up to her daughter’s shoulders. Once she was satisfied, she climbed back down to sit on the stool she kept nearby for bedtime stories. “Which one shall we read tonight?”
Hanna couldn’t help but sigh as Zara popped straight up in her excitement, wiggling out from under her pile of blankets and stuffed animals as she made her way right back down the ladder and onto her mother’s lap. She knew any scoldings she would give would be fruitless so she settled for gathering the girl warmly in her arms.
Zara seemed to consider the question for a moment, emerald green eyes scanning the small bookshelf tucked only a foot or so away. Her gaze settled on a small book on the second shelf. As her mother selected it, Zara’s hands reached out to run over the watercolor themed cover. Shades of blues and pinks blended together to create the scene of a galaxy, two lover constellations drawn into the stars.
“Ahh, yes, the lovers. This was one of my favorites growin’ up as well,” Hanna mused, memories of her own childhood swimming to the surface of her eyes. She shifted her daughter in her arms slightly so she could open the cover more easily, clearing her throat before she began to speak. “Once upon a time there were two fates, old and wise women who spun the tales of all humans. They did not control the stories as much as they were scribes--”
“Momma, what’s a sk-shir-scribe?” Zara looked up at her mother for an answer, her head leaning back against the woman’s shoulder.
“It’s someone who copies things down to keep a record,” she answered, placing a kiss on Zara’s forehead before continuing. “Of life. Occasionally, the threads of time would become twisted and out of line so the women would step in to correct it. That is how the existence of the soulmate bond came to be. Some time ago it was believed to be caused by the distance that separated two people meant to be together, but now they believe it’s changed--”
“To what?” Zara’s eyebrows knitted together in a line as her cheeks puffed out at her impatience.
Hanna couldn’t help but laugh at her dramatics. “I don’t know, love. Though, perhaps if you let me read more than one page without interruption, we’d know by now.” While the color was barely visible, the girl’s cheeks heated up as she bared her baby teeth, one of her less subtle ways of defiance. Even so, Zara nodded for her to continue.
“They believe it’s changed to times when one or both halves won’t survive without the other. The fates trigger the bond to preserve life and sanity, to provide support to both halves when they need it the most. The occurrence is more rare than ever now, as it relies on both sides truly needing it,” She went on to finish the rest of the story as Zara’s eyelids seemed to grow heavy. She was ever so careful as she stood to carry the girl back to her bed, tucking her in for what she prayed would be the final time that night.
Zara let out a large yawn as she pulled her stuffed bunny, Frankie, to her chest. “Momma,” she called out through another yawn, blinking over at her lazily. “Do you think that I have a soulmate?”
She was asleep before Hanna could even answer, but even so she gently brushed her thumb over the girl’s soft cheek. “I hope that you never need to find out if you do or not.”
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Day 29- Tropetember: Crossover
Day 29 of super early Tropetember with Crossover! The Stark's son is coming to Hogwarts and the whole school can't stop talking about it, too bad for Steve who doesn't understand the excitement.
(I'm sorry if things are wrong, I don't know Harry Potter very well but I was asked to take it on so I gave it a shot!)
On Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32904643
There had been rumors of the Stark’s son coming to Hogwarts this year but no one knew for sure if he was even a wizard, the Stark’s were a well known family in the wizarding world but they kept their son out of the newspapers the whole time he was growing up.
They were waiting for the first years in the Great Hall, all the talk was about the Stark’s son even if people had family members coming up this year, they were still only talking about him. One of Bucky’s sisters was coming to Hogwarts this year, but all Steve had heard him talk about was Anthony Stark all day. Of course, Steve knew about the Starks from his year in Hogwarts but he didn’t grow up in the wizarding world so he never really understood all of the excitement over them.
Howard was one of the best wizards Hogwarts had ever seen while Maria was one of the best witches of Hogwarts and they had hated each other the whole time until they left school and immediately started dating and lived up to the Stark legacy with ease. Howard came from a long line of Stark witches and wizards that had been the best and brightest until the next Stark came to Hogwarts and all of them had been in Ravenclaw, so Anthony had a lot to live up too.
The doors swung open and revealed the nervous looking first years who all stared around in awe of the hall, eyes wide and jaws dropped slightly. Bucky immediately spotted his sister and gave her a little wave, making her smile and settle immediately before nodding her head over to a small boy standing beside her that was looking calm and unfazed. Both of them knew straight away that that was the famous Anthony Stark, the talk of the school currently.
Steve only knew Bucky’s sister so he didn’t really pay attention to the sorting ceremony, clapping and cheering when the new Gryffindors joined them and actually congratulating Becca when she was sorted into their house and sat beside Bucky. Bucky was all smiles as Becca chatted to him about her trip, Steve knew Bucky had been hoping that Becca would follow him into Gryffindor so he could only imagine how excited Bucky was right now.
“Anthony Stark, you have a legacy to uphold here, I’m sure your mother and father warned you about that” The sorting hat announced loudly even as Anthony was looking calm and confident, they couldn’t hear what the sorting hat said next but they saw how Anthony startled and whispered back hopefully “Interesting, well it looks like it has to be RAVENCLAW!”
The Ravenclaw house was almost screaming as they clapped loudly, Steve rolled his eyes slightly as Anthony rushed to his house and was patted on the back and pulled about slightly as everyone tried to get his attention.
“I almost feel bad for the kid, he’s not going to have an easy ride” Bucky whispered in Steve’s ear as they watched Anthony sit down and immediately get bombarded with questions and hushed whispers “Lot to live up too”
“Makes me glad I’m the only wizard in my family” Steve teased making Bucky laugh and gently punch his arm, Becca pulling a face at him before a new first year came to their table and they were back to cheering and clapping. Steve’s mother had passed away during his first year and had immediately been adopted into the Barnes family, Bucky and Steve’s mothers had been friends and the two boys had grown up together so they were almost brothers anyway.
Steve was able to put Anthony Stark out of his thoughts for a week before Becca was excitedly telling Bucky about how she had befriended him and how cool he was, and how smart he was, and how he helped her with her classes if she needed it. He had to admit that the Stark kid sounded like he was a good guy but Steve didn’t want to buy into it. Anthony was probably just being friendly to build up his reputation already, Howard had been known for being anti-social while Maria was one of the most popular girls in her year so he was clearly trying to follow his mother’s footsteps.
“Tony said he wanted to meet you and Steve because I said about how I had brothers in the year above, would you come meet him with me later?” Becca asked hopefully making Bucky chuckle as Steve choked on his drink making Becca go shy as she added “I hope it’s okay I said you’re my brother, Steve, I mean you are a part of our family and you’ve always been in my life anyways and-”
“It’s fine, Becca, you just caught me off guard” Steve interrupted her quickly, both Bucky and Becca had a tendency to ramble when they were embarrassed so Steve knew to just jump in before they talked themselves out of things “I’m so happy you think of me like a brother”
Steve moved quickly to stand up and pull Becca into a tight hug that made the short girl laugh before whining as Steve picked her up and spun her around like he did when they were younger “Put me down, I’m not a kid anymore!”
“Sorry kiddo, as soon as I can’t lift you anymore then I’ll stop picking up you, that’s the rules” Steve teased easily as Bucky laughed hard behind them, Becca wriggled harder and Steve gently put her down on with an amused look on his face as she smoothed out her hair.
“I’m meeting Tony in thirty minutes, be ready!” Becca told them sternly before rushing away, once they were sure Becca was out of earshot the pair started laughing hard as Steve fell back into the chair beside Bucky with a grin.
“You better watch out now, Stevie, you’re apparently my little brother now” Bucky teased easily as he gently pushed at Steve’s arm only to get pushed back harder by Steve “See you’re a natural already!”
“Shuddup Buck”
Thirty minutes later, Becca was rushing them to one of the many courtyards and immediately picked up speed when she spotted Tony sitting on a bench with a load of students all swarming around him. Steve, despite his distrust of the boy, instantly scowled at the students as he recognized some from his classes and others from older years, Tony was looking more and more awkward even as he kept smiling at the people blocking him in.
“Hey, leave him alone! This is a private meeting!” Becca shouted loudly as she stormed over and shoved her way to Tony with a mean look on her face “Tony, shall we go somewhere a little more quiet?”
“Sure, lead the way, Becca” Tony stood up and let Becca link their arms together before she marched them away and towards Steve and Bucky who were both glaring at the students all of whom were looking annoyed by Becca’s interruption. The older pair acted as bodyguards to the two younger students who were chattering away together excitedly until they had found a place to sit on the grass away from most other students.
“That happen a lot, Tony?” Bucky asked as soon as they were settled in their new spot, Becca gave Tony a look that Steve knew all too well from the eldest Barnes’ sibling that was screaming at Tony not to lie to them.
“Uh, yeah, whenever I’m not already talking to someone I get mobbed” Tony admitted as he ducked his head down, Steve knew immediately why the first year girls were all falling for Tony as he took in his appearance. Soft looking, brown, curly hair, chocolate brown eyes that were hidden behind a pair of big, round glasses, he was small and slim but carried the confidence of someone much bigger and older.
“If you ever need someone to scare them off, you come find me” Steve told him immediately, the younger looked stunned as he stared up at the blonde who was still looking stern “I’m serious Tony, if you’re uncomfortable or just want some peace from it all, you find me and I’ll stay with you”
“Wow, thanks!” Tony grinned brightly as Bucky gave him a curious look but Becca was smirking, looking way too pleased with herself.
“I almost forgot, this is Bucky and your new bodyguard is Steve, my brothers” Becca introduced them quickly and Steve was ready to be questioned since both Barnes’ siblings had dark hair, tanned skin and steel blue eyes while Steve was bright blonde, pale as paper and had crystal blue eyes so it was quite clear they weren’t actually related, but Tony just nodded with the grin still on his face.
It was in that moment that Steve realised that he judged Tony too harshly, not wanting to listen to the rumors but fell into the same trap as everyone else of assuming what Tony was like before even talking to him. He had assumed that Tony was going to be self-obsessed or arrogant, but so far he had just been a bit awkward and very friendly towards the people that actually tried to get to know him.
It had only been a week, but Steve knew that this year was going to be interesting!
#tropetember#eotl writes#fanfiction#stony#Steve Rogers#Tony Stark#Bucky Barnes#harry potter crossover
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