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“Broken” (Chap. One)(Wings!ABO!Fic)

This is going to be an angsty start to our fic, so buckle up. This first chapter takes place over a few months. 

Trigger Warnings for mentions of panic attacks, past abuse, emotional breakdowns.



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It had been an accident, finding Bucky.

Sure, Steve had been searching for Bucky for years, every chance he had, because he knew in his soul that Bucky hadn’t died after that fall from the train. Not Bucky. Not his best friend. And then to realize that the Winter Soldier, the assassin that the Avengers had been hunting for months– god, that moment on the freeway when the Soldiers mask had flown off and Steve had found himself staring into Bucky’s eyes–

Steve thought he could have screamed right then, staring at his oldest friend, who was staring right back with not a single ounce of recognition in his gaze. Steve could have screamed.

But instead he chased him, and when he lost him there, Steve looked for him everywhere else, country to country, city to city until he finally pinned him down in Hungary– a botched assassination attempt of the Prime Minister that drew the attention of half the world’s leaders and of course, the attention of the Avengers.

The team had blown into Hungary with a vengeance, ruthlessly tracking down every person involved in the plot, ripping through the terrorist cell responsible, and spending every spare second to look for the Winter Soldier. Every piece of their intel pointed to the Winter Soldier having left the area, fleeing back to wherever he called base, but Steve– Steve had just felt that Bucky hadn’t gone anywhere.

So instead of leaving with the rest of the team, Steve had done one last check on the last known hiding place of the Soldier, a shitty motel with leaking roofs and moldy carpet–

–and walked in on Bucky having a complete breakdown in the corner next to a messy bed.

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Just Say the Word (Young Remus Lupin x reader-- SMUT)

A/N: OKAY so this is one of the first few times that i’ve attempted smut and i’m low key proud of it (??) like the ending got a little muddled but i love this idea sm ahhhhhh

word count: 1357
warnings: SMUT, unprotected sex, swearing

It’s the day after the full moon. Your boyfriend, Remus, hasn’t been to any of his classes today and you can’t say you’re surprised. It kills you, though. You’re always nervous the day after. You can’t pay attention to anything. All you can think of is rushing to the hospital wing after potions to see him.

The bell rings and you’re the first one out the door. You’re running as fast as you can manage in the now crowded corridors. You get to the infirmary and look all around, asking Madam Pomfrey if she’d seen Remus today. She had and she sent him back up to his dorm an hour before. You nod and thank her. Now, all you have to do is get back to the Gryffindor common room.

You climb the stairs to the boys’ dorms. You come to his door and exhale. It creaks as you open it, causing him to look up. “Y/N, hey.” He says sleepily. He sounds awful.

You sit on the edge of his bed and look down at him with a sad smile. “Hi.” You examine his face carefully, tilting it toward you. He has a black eye, and a scratch on his collarbone. You just barely trace your fingers over it, frowning. He lets out a quiet hiss. You retract your hand quickly. “Sorry! I’m sorry.”

He shakes his head slightly. “No, no. It’s okay. Just- hurts.” He huffs, reaching to intwine his fingers with your own.

“What did Pomfrey say?” You ask, softly brushing hair out of his face.

“I’ll be fine.” He assures you. “Gonna take a few days till I’m 100 percent, but I’m fine.” He tries to sit up, but ends up whimpering and grabbing his torso. “Really.”

You sigh. “Okay. Shirt off.” You stand up and help him lift his tee over his head. You gasp. His torso is littered with bruises and scrapes. “Oh my God, Remus!”

He bites his lip, wincing. “It’s not as bad as it looks. I p-promise.”

“Shush.” You press your finger to his lips, pushing him flat on his back, before kneeling up on his bed and straddling him. “This okay?”

“Mm.” He grins down at you, sitting lightly on his pelvis. “What’re you doing down there, sweetheart?” He reaches a hand up to cup your cheek. You place your hand on top of his and lean into it.

“I just..” Your eyes close. “I don’t want you to hurt anymore.” You lean down, placing cautious, barely-there kisses on each and every scratch, scar, and purple mark on his chest. “Close your eyes, now.” You coo, sitting up slightly to look at his face.

“Y/N-” He tries to protest.

“Close them.” You give him a bit of a look and he obeys. You carefully press your lips to his bruised eye and all the space around it, before laying one last peck on his nose. “What are we gonna do with you?” You giggle. He opens his eyes. You can taste his breath. He adjusts himself slightly to close the space between your mouths. The longer it goes on, the more intense it gets. Your tongues sloppily connecting and exploring each other’s mouths. A “mouth battle,” as Sirius and James would call it.

Then, you feel it. He’s gotten a bit too excited. You blush and laugh against his lips. “I’m sorry.” He mutters, chuckling as well.

You shake your head. “No, it’s my fault.” You sit up and are about to move off of him when he pulls you back down. He has that look in his big brown eyes, the one he always has when you two were about to get intimate. “Wha- Remus, no. No, you’re hurt. As much as I’d love to-”

“Please, Y/N. Just to distract me from the pain.” He whines.

“Rem, don’t do this.” You frown. “I don’t wanna risk hurting you more.”

He’s determined, though. “Please.” He grabs your hand. You don’t budge. “Please.” He can tell you’re starting to give in as he kisses your knuckles. “Please.” Goddamn it.

“Okay, okay.” You sigh in defeat. He sits up, beaming, ready to trade positions with you when you gently place a hand to his chest, pushing him back down. “Mm-mm. You aren’t moving. M'gonna take care of you, yeah?” You assure him softly. You’re actually incredibly nervous to do this. Your biggest concern is causing him more pain than he’s already in.

You slip off your shirt and toss it haphazardly on the floor, your pants along with it. You look to him. You can tell he senses your uneasiness. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, I just- I love you and I want you.. And I know that you’d make me feel a lot better. We don’t have to, though.”

“I want to. I’m just afraid that-” You cut yourself off. “Listen, if something goes wrong, hurts you, you have to tell me.”

He nods, his eyes gazing up and down your body as you unclasp your bra. “Stop staring, Moony.” You giggle.

“Sorry.” He smiles. “You’re just- you’re so beautiful.”

You shake your head, trying not to blush. “Okay. Okay.” Your hands are shaking as you slide down his body, removing his sweatpants and boxers in one slow, trembling movement.

“S'alright, love.” Remus watches you and how fidgety you are. “It’s only me.” He reaches for you and you give him your hand.

You take a deep breath. “Yeah. Yeah.” You scoot back up so you’re on his hips. You let him tug at the hem of your panties, before you pull them down completely. You lower yourself onto him, quite slowly. A little more than halfway down, you hear him let out a whimper. “Rem?!” You stop your movements immediately. Your eyes are now fixated on his face, instead of your own thighs. His eyes are closed and his fingers are tangled in his bedsheets.

“No- no. I- it’s fine. You’re just- so- this is good.” He finally manages the words. “Mm.. S'good.” You feel yourself get more excited as you slide down the rest of his length. God, he felt good inside you. You let out a quiet moan. His hands make their way to your hips as you buck them forward gently. “God, Y/N.” His breath hitches as you make your way back up him, your anxieties now having slipped your mind.

After a few go arounds, you feel him thrust into you. You gasp. It felt damn good, but you didn’t want him moving. “Hey, easy.” You lay a hand on his chest, while the other finds his own, still resting on your hip. “Easy.. If you want something, just say the word, babe. Use your words.” You lean down and kiss him roughly.

“Faster.” He murmurs against your lips.

You smirk. “S'all you had to say, love.” And with that, you sit up, quickening your pace.

“Y/N- sweetheart- fuck!” He groans.

The knots in your stomach tighten at his words. “Remus- I-” You grasp for his hands and close your eyes, wanting to let go, so badly. “I can’t.”

“Go on. Go on, I’ve got you. F- fuck.” He spits the words out as quickly as he can. He takes one hand off your waist and brings it to your clit, stroking it vigorously, helping you along. The new sensation sends you over the edge with a shriek of his name. The pure ecstasy has you squeezing his hand and trying to find something else to hold onto. “That’s it, angel- Oh my- Mm- Babe- I-” He’s at a loss for words. You feel him finish. You lean down and bury your face in the crook of his neck. He kisses the top of your head. You’re both panting. “Thank you.” He sighs. You nod in response.

You climb off of him after a minute or two and just lie next to him. You pull a blanket up over the two of you and snuggle into him, careful not to get too clingy. He turns on his side to face you, wincing slightly. “New monthly tradition?” He kisses your nose.

You chuckle, “I’ll think about it.”

A Hidden Pain - Part 7

Original request from anon: Could you please write a Bucky x reader where she works as the teams assistant? She’s got a violent bf but no one knows about it until he assaults her at one of Starks parties. Bucky steps in and kicks his ass. He helps her move out of her place to live with him since he’s got his own floor at the tower.

Note: Bucky is breaking my damn heart while writing this! </3 I also want to thank the anon that originally sent in this request as it has turned out to be an incredibly emotional story to write and I have loved every minute of it so far! Also I apologise for any typing errors…it is only me that looks over anything I write so there is every chance that I miss stuff :)

Bucky x Abused!Reader (Steve x Reader)

Words: 2,130

Warnings: Heartbreak, mentions of injuries and blood, language.

Disclaimer: First and last GIFs are not mine so all credit goes to their wonderful creators <3 Second one is mine (apologies for the bad quality).

A Hidden Pain Masterlist

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11

He couldn’t stop. He knew he needed to but the message didn’t seem to be transmitting from his brain down to his balled-up fists that were still pounding into Josh’s face. Not even as the Winter Soldier had he felt rage like this. The blood erupting from the wounds he was inflicting splattered onto his face, barely leaving any of his skin exposed, it was only when he heard a familiar ring tone playing out from underneath him that he stopped the deadly assault.

It was ‘Star Spangled Man’ – the song was assigned to Steve’s contact on your phone so he immediately knew who it was calling. Had he been in any other situation he may have even laughed at your choice but this wasn’t the time for that at all. Josh had taken your phone from you before bringing you to the warehouse and Bucky was just thankful that the idiot hadn’t lost it. He fumbled around in the pocket of his blood-soaked jeans until your phone was in his hand and he could answer the call.

“Steve it’s Buck! You need to get medical to my location…..NOW!” The panic oozed from his words as his wild eyes looked over to your lifeless form. His already broken heart seemed to shatter completely at that moment and the tears he had been holding back for you cascaded down his cheeks as he lost any and all resolve he’d once had. “…and hurry up otherwise you’re going to need to bring a coroner too. The bastard needs to pay for this.”

All Steve knew was that you had been taken from the secure room he had placed you into by Bucky’s cold-blooded assassin side, his call had been what he thought would be a futile attempt at getting hold of you, so when Bucky’s voice rather than Josh’s or the Winter Soldier’s came down the phone he was thrown into a state of confusion. He knew better than to waste time asking though; it was very rare he heard such a distressed tone in his friend’s voice, he had always been the one to pick him up when he had been low, so whatever had happened must have been really bad

“I will get Tony to locate your coordinates. Don’t do anything stupid Buck…”

He looked away from you and back to the bloodied heap he was currently straddling. He was breathing.…just, but he was barely recognisable.

“It may be too late for that.”

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You’re My Strong Soldier

Originally posted by buckwildbarnes

Pairing: Bucky x Reader, some OC (Alexei Petrov) for ya bc I know nothing

Warnings: Uhhhh violence, Bucky hits a child like once, BLOOD, talks of Bucky’s past, angst, not much really, this is pretty much just fluff

Summary: Reader is pregnant and is asked to stay off the missions for her own good and to work from home. Bucky comes back from a really tough mission with Steve involving some kids being captured by HYDRA and starts to question whether he’s going to be good for his kid or not.

RUSSIAN TRANSLATIONS (idk if they’re accurate, they were googled hahah):
моя принцесса = My princess
Где Вы такин’ я, ребенок? = Where are you taking me, kid?
Моей семье, господину Барнсу = To my family, Mister Barnes
Настолько хороший из Вас, чтобы присоединиться к нам, Зимнему Солдату = So nice of you to join us, Winter Soldier
возлюбленный = Sweetheart
Я люблю вас так много, мою королеву = I love you so much

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Dancing On My Own: Part 3

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader / Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Drunkenness

Catch Up Here

Word Count: 1206

Summary: Bucky Barnes never imagined himself falling in love with anyone, especially his best friend’s girl. Of course his plans were shot to hell when Steve decided to surprise everyone and propose to you on your birthday. Had he missed his shot, or would he be willing to risk both of his closest friendships in hopes of winning your heart?

Author’s Notes: <3 I love hearing from all of you! Please let me know if you would like to be tagged/removed.

Originally posted by winter-barnes

Originally posted by only-gossip-girl

“Bucky,” you sighed as you rolled your eyes. Your best friend was currently sprawled out on the couch – drunk off his ass and sound asleep.

“Y/N,” he muttered as he groped the air sleepily for your hand. You obliged him and he grabbed hold of it tightly before dragging you to the couch beside him. You laughed breathlessly as he held you tightly to him. “Mmm,” he muttered as he nuzzled his head into your hair.

“Come on you lush, we’ve gotta get you home,” you laughed as you stumbled back to your feet. Bucky opened an eye cautiously and groaned.

“Can’t I stay here?” he mumbled grumpily.

You laughed at this as you yanked on his hand. Of course you couldn’t actually get him to stand up if he didn’t want to – you certainly weren’t that strong. Luckily you had Steve, who walked over to you tugging at his friend’s arm in vain with a grin. “Need help?” he chuckled.

“Good luck with that,” you snorted as you dropped Bucky’s arm and moved out of the way.

“Up and at ‘em, pal,” Steve yelled as he hoisted his friend to his feet.

Bucky moaned at the action. “You’re such a punk,” he muttered under his breath.

“Mhm, whatever you say, Buck. You think you can get to the apartment if Y/N helps you? It’s just around the block,” Steve asked – uneasy about the steadiness of his friend’s feet. “Fury called – mission,” Steve mouthed silently to your inquiring eyes. You nodded silently in return – if Bucky knew the others were going on a mission he would insist on going, but right now he couldn’t walk in a straight line.

“Sure Stevie,” Bucky slurred before wrapping his arm around your shoulder and shuffling his feet clumsily with yours as you made your way out of the venue.

“Oh seriously Y/N – I’m not THAT drunk,” Bucky mumbled as he crashed headfirst onto the couch. You let out a sigh of relief as you sat on the floor by the couch. Having to navigate down two blocks in Brooklyn with an intoxicated super soldier was harder than it sounded. Bucky turned over with a huff and looked at you through his lashes – a sheepish grin spreading across his face.

“What?” You asked flustered as you laughed.

“Did you have a good birthday?” he whispered quietly.

“The best in recorded history,” you grinned at him as you responded.

“I’m sorry,” he grimaced as he turned away from you to stare at the ceiling.

“About what?”

“Getting drunk and falling asleep at your party. I guess I am just an old man after all,” he snorted as he grinned at the ceiling. You laughed at this. Bucky always had a way of making you smile even when you were exhausted or terrified of the future. The thought pulled you back to the turmoil that had threatened to surface all night. You sighed to yourself before getting up. You had almost reached the doorway to your room when Bucky’s voice rang out. “Doll?”

“Yeah, Buck?” you asked as you turned to see him sitting up on the couch.

He paused for a moment. It was obvious that there was something that he wanted to say, but he suddenly reasoned himself out of it. “Happy Birthday,” he smiled before laying back down.

Bucky sighed to himself as he stared at the ceiling. He hadn’t been this drunk in years and he silently cursed himself for acting like a total fool. He could hear you in the other room as you readied yourself for bed. The temptation was there – to burst through your bedroom door and press you hard against his body as he kissed you like his life depended on it. The thought caused his body to respond in ways that surprised him, but he wouldn’t act on it. He had too much to lose by rushing headlong into his confession to you. He sighed again as he turned on his side – this was going to be next to impossible.

Maybe he was better off having you as a friend than not having you at all. His heart ached at the thought. He knew he was treading on dangerous ground. Steve had been a brother to him for the better part of ninety years, but even then – he couldn’t help but hope for things to not work in Steve’s favor – just this once.

He was faced with an impossible task – to be the man you deserved and lose you to his best friend, or to be the man he knew he was and lose his best friend in the process.

You padded softly from the bedroom to to living room to check on the sleeping form nestled on your couch. Steve had texted you to let you know that he was going to be gone with the others for at least a week which meant you had plenty of quality time with your best friend ahead of you – as long as he didn’t die from alcohol poisoning first. You sighed with relief as you neared the couch. He was peacefully asleep— with his hair sprayed messily across his face, and his lips slightly parted. You couldn’t help yourself as you reached out to gently brush his hair from his face. A small smile turned up the corners of his lips as he raised his hand and nimbly placed his fingers over yours. You laughed as you shook your head at him – unable to even be annoyed that he was pretending to be asleep. “How long have you been awake, punk?”

“Long enough,” he grinned as he peeked through his lashes. “Why don’t you take a picture next time? It will last longer,” he teased as he pulled you down onto the couch – wrapping his arms around you as you snuggled beside him. You had always been affectionate with Bucky – it was part of your friendship. As he hummed into your hair you couldn’t help but relax into his embrace. His warmth was intoxicating, and after a long night of tossing and turning while you waited for Steve— you embraced it. Steve – the thought of him made you feel guilty immediately, but you weren’t sure why. You sat up with a sigh as Bucky propped himself up on his elbows to look at you. “You okay?” he asked as he stared at you.

“I’m not sure,” you muttered as you pushed off the couch and walked towards your room.

Bucky watched you closely before getting up from the couch with a groan and following you. He lingered at your doorway, casually leaning on the frame. “What’s going on with you?” he whispered.

You shrugged as you threw yourself back on the bed. “I have no idea, Buck. I just… I don’t know….” The buzz of your cellphone cut off your confession to your best friend. You had wanted to tell him that something didn’t feel right. You had wanted to tell him about the crippling anxiety that had descended upon you after you had said “yes” to Steve’s proposal, but as you brought your phone to your ear and heard your father’s panic stricken voice everything you had meant to say melted into oblivion.

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Request: Imagine a relationship with Happy Lowman

Warning: SMUT, drug use. 


Scared. That’s how you felt as you attempted miserably to distract yourself from that fact Happy was supposed to have been home hours ago. He had sent you a text message earlier in the day saying the run had been a rough one, but he was finally on his way back to you. Your mind ran through a million different scenarios, each one worse than the last until you heard the familiar sound of a bike pulling into your driveway.

You were waiting at the door when a very bloody and very tired looking Happy walked through the door, hanging his cut up on your coat hanger in the entry way. He nodded at you before heading to the shower, which showed you it had indeed been a rough run. You had been around long enough to know that look, you and Happy being together for a year.

You waited until you heard the shower turn on before going into the bathroom, gathering his bloody clothes, leaving him a clean pair in the bathroom. You were bagging the bloody clothes up when he came into the kitchen. “Beer’s in the fridge,” you told him, moving to go into your laundry room to put the bloody clothes to be burned later. This was somewhat of a routine for you guys, especially on runs that were as bad as this one.

“Thank you,” he told you, sitting at your kitchen table. You nodded, moving towards him, moving to sit in his lap. Wrapping your arms around him, you sighed contently. “I got scared,’ you admitted, bringing his head to rest on your chest. Happy would never admit it to anyone, but he loved this. You gave him this sense of peace he couldn’t explain.

“Scared about what girl?” he asked you, bringing his head up to meet your eyes.

You shrugged, “You were supposed to be home hours ago. I thought something had happened to you.”

“I’m fine, run took a little longer than we thought,” he told you, bringing the beer to his lips one last time.

“Not like you’d tell me if you weren’t okay,” you said, a hint of annoyance in your voice.

“Don’t start,” Happy told you, a warning tone in his voice as he signaled for you to get off of his lap, allowing him to stand up.

“Can you please for once fucking talk to me without walking away?” you asked, your voice rising with each word.

“I ain’t doin’ this,” he told you, “I just came back from a run that was fucking hell. I ain’t gonna end the night arguing with you because you have shit on your mind.”

“Welcome to a relationship, Hap. This is the kinda shit you do, or you’re supposed to do,” you stated, “Listen to your girlfriend when she has shit on her mind, not fucking walk away, but I know that’s what you’re gonna do.” You pushed past him and went into your bedroom, not expecting him to say anything else. If you were being honest, you half- expected to hear the door slam when you got to your room, meaning he had left. That’s how your fights went; you guys fought, and he left. It was just who Happy was, you always told yourself each time. Instead of hearing the door slam though, you heard the tv in the living room come on.  

You sighed before climbing in bed, your back away from the door, with tears in your eyes. He was complicated, always had been, but you couldn’t understand why he always shut you out, especially in the recent months of your relationship. The relationship had been rocky from the beginning, Happy not really being one to be in a relationship. He just knew he didn’t want you to be with anyone else, and you had told him that went both ways, and here you were a year later.

You didn’t know what time it was when you felt the bed dip on Happy’s side of the bed, but you pretended that you were asleep, never turning around to face him. “I’m sorry,” he grumbled, assuming you weren’t actually asleep.

“That’s what you always say, and then we’re back in this same shit a week later,” you stated, still not moving from your position. You couldn’t see him, but you could imagine he rolled his eyes at your comment like he always did.

“I’m scared,” he told you, barely audible, almost like he didn’t want you to hear it. You sat up immediately.

“Scared of what Hap?” you asked him.

“Of this shit,” he said, gesturing with his hands between the two of you, “This ain’t me, and I told you that from the beginning. I’m tryin’ though.”

You moved to sit next to him, “Shit was easier when you didn’t have me to worry about wasn’t it?”

He nodded, “It was, but that don’t mean I don’t want ya here because I do.”

“I love you,” you told him, pushing him to lay back on the bed, positioning yourself on top of him.

“I love you too,” he said, pulling you down to capture your lips in a kiss before you worked at getting his belt undone.

“No underwear?” he asked you as you lowered yourself onto him.

“I plan ahead,” you said.

You moaned as you brought your hips up and down, taking in every bit of his length. Happy’s hands massaged your breasts, while you scratched at his arms, surely to leave marks. The closer you got to your release, the faster you bucked your hips, bringing both of you to your releases at the same time. You got off of him, walking towards your side of the bed, pulling out a bag of weed and throwing it on the bed.

“My fuckin’ girl,” he said, laughing before beginning to roll the joint that the two of you would share.

Secrets Kill 3

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader; Steve Rogers x OFC Jessica; Bucky Barnes x Reader (Close friendship)

Warning: Swearing, Drinking, Cheating, Lying, Near death, Secrets, Angst, Drama, Heartache. (Don’t say you weren’t warned…)

They say innocent flirting never hurt anyone, clearly they were never in your situation. Being apart of the Avengers was everything you had asked for, and more. Getting close with Steve Rogers was an even bigger plus, that little crush you had on him, became something you couldn’t resist anymore. When you decide to admit your feelings for him, your best friend Jessica announces she’s going to ask him out. You can’t stomp on your best friends happiness for your own selfishness. Could you? But what if Steve doesn’t feel the same for her? Can you convince him to play along? Can you box away your own feelings for Steve to let your best friend find some kind of happiness? How bad could this go, you were a trained spy hiding and lying was a key part in your training.

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I Love You (Young Remus Lupin x reader-- SMUT)

A/N: okay i love this one sO MUCH like honestly i’m so happy with this one ahhhhhh

Requested by anon: Your Remus smut was sooooo good! I’ve read it like three times haha. Could you write one where the reader and Remus have sex for the first time together? Like maybe they’re not necessarily virgins (or they could be its up to you) but it’s their first time with someone they actually love?

word count: 1986 (shit man that’s rlly long)
warnings: SMUT, unprotected sex, swearing

You and Remus have been dating for quite a few months now. He’s your best friend. You can’t imagine life without him. He’s the greatest thing that’s ever happened to you. Yet, you haven’t found the courage to tell him that. Neither of you have actually said the words yet. You aren’t even sure why. You both know it’s true. You love each other. It’s that simple.

It’s mid-May. The weather has been so nice. The two of you have spent many an afternoon laying in the grass, reading, talking, just enjoying the atmosphere around you. He was lying in between your legs, the back of his head resting on your torso. You’re just looking at the sky, the clouds. “Y/N?” He breaks the comfortable silence you had been sharing. You look down at him and he looks up.

“Yes?” You smile, booping his nose with your index finger.

He chuckles. “I love that we do this type of thing. I love being around you. I love how we don’t need words.” He turns forward again, settling his head back on your stomach and turning his attention to the sky. “I just love you.”

You smirk, laying your head down too. “I love you too, Remus.” You bury your hands in his hair and continue your wonderful day.

Dinner time rolls along and you head inside, fingers interlocked. You both just have these goofy smiles on your faces. You just keep glancing at each other and bursting into grins and giggling all throughout the meal.

“Alright, you two are being more obnoxious than usual.” Sirius narrows his eyes at you.

James nods. “Yeah. What’s going on?”

You snicker, looking down at your food. It’s almost like you two have some sort of inside joke. “Nothing.” Remus shrugs as he places his hand on your upper thigh. You twitch slightly at the unforeseen contact. He goes to move his hand, thinking you’re uncomfortable, but you place yours on top of it. You kinda like it, honestly.

After you eat, you both go up to your dorm. Your lips were aching for his. You try not to, but you practically slam your door shut, immediately attaching your mouth to Remus’s, somewhat roughly. He pulls away, slightly shocked. “What’s that all about?” He chuckles.

“Want you.” You pout, burying your hands in his hair and leaning your forehead against his.

He gives you a bit of a concerned look. “Love, have you ever..?” He trails off awkwardly, but you know what he’s referring to.

You nod. “Once.” You pull away from him slightly, removing your fingers from his locks. “It was quite uneventful, though. Realized shortly after that I didn’t even like the guy very much. He was a bit of a wanker.” You bite your lip.

He laughs. “Okay. I- uh..” He seems flustered as he rubs the back of his neck.

You can’t help but frown. “Re, you’ve done- it- before, haven’t you?” You take his hand in your own.

“Of course I have.” He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “I just- I get a bit nervous. I don’t wanna hurt you, especially if you’re not very experienced. I wanna make it special a-and-”

You press your lips to his gently. “You’ll be perfect.” You assure him.

He cracks a small grin before nodding. “So, do you wanna- should I-” He cuts himself off. “I’m gonna take off my shirt now, and kiss you.” He says, quite blatantly, making you laugh.

“Sounds good to me.”

He undoes the buttons on his shirt and slips it off before attacking your lips with his own. He makes his way to your jawline, then down your neck slowly, searching for your sweet spot. You gasp slightly as he sucks on your skin. He smiles a bit, knowing he’s found it and makes sure to leave a bit of a mark. Now, the collar of your shirt has constricted all access to the rest of your torso. “Sweetheart, I- er- your shirt.” He babbles.

You nod, suddenly feeling a little self conscious. He’s gonna see you naked. You try to undo the buttons on your shirt. He watches you and how shaky your hands are. “C'mere.” He says quietly as he lays his hands on top of yours. “We don’t have to do this, Y/N.” He tells you, kissing your forehead gently.

You look up at him, peering back down at you. He’s so goddamn cute. “I want to. I do.” You reply. “I love you, Rem.” You lean up and kiss his cheek.

“I love you, too.” He brushes his thumb across the back of your hand a few times, just watching your face, searching for hesitation. “Let’s get this off for you, then.” He offers. You smile and move your hands, letting him undress you instead. Your shirt falls to the floor after a moment. Remus just stands there ogling at you.

“Are you gonna say something or just stand there?” You break the silence, almost ready to cross your arms over your chest.

He shakes his head slightly, snapping himself out of his daze. “Sorry.” He clears his throat. “You’re absolutely beautiful, Y/N.” His hand meets your waist. You can’t help but blush. He plants his lips to your collarbone, working his way down your body, between your breasts, then to your waistline. He glances up at you and you nod, causing him to slide your skirt down, leaving you in just your bra and knickers. He lightly runs his fingers over your clothed clit, causing you to jolt and bite your lip. He chuckles. “Feel good, my sweet girl?” He rubs a bit harder. “Getting so wet for me.”

“Re, p-please.” You stutter.

He smirks. “Alright, let’s get you on the bed, yeah? Want my love to be comfortable.”

Your knees are shaking as he leads you to your mattress. He lays you down on your back. He hovers over you, fingers now pushing past the fabric of your underwear, stroking you. You’re practically trembling underneath him. Your breath catches as he slides a finger between your soaking folds. He pumps into you a few times before adding a second digit. Your hands are caught up in your bedsheets. “F-fuck, Rem. Please.” You whimper, your mind going insane. You can’t seem to find the words. Your hips buck up into his hand.

“Faster? You want that?” He hums. You nod vigorously, feeling yourself get closer as his pace quickens. You bring one hand to the back of his head, pulling it down to yours to kiss him roughly. You pull away and let out a moan, indicating that you’ve finished. Remus watches you in content. “Was that good for you? D'you like that? Squeezing my fingers so tight, love.” He kisses your forehead as you nod, unable to find your voice.

As you come down from your high, Remus removes his hand from you and licks your remnants off it, with a grin. He lays down next to you, pulling you to his chest. You catch your breath, and rest your head on his chest. He shifts slightly and you feel his hard on from within his jeans. “I’m sorry,” You sit up slightly to look at him. “we’ll- we can-”

“What?” He looks up at you, confused.

“You. You’re still- I didn’t even-” You’re still trying to find breath, your voice still feels foreign in your throat, words are escaping you.

He takes your arm and gently pulls you back down into him. He kisses your forehead, once again. “It’s okay, darling. It’s fine.” He rubs circles into your back.

You pull away, though. “No, no. I’m not just gonna- No. Remus, you have to-” You’re a stuttering mess.

He chuckles slightly at your flustered state. “Okay. Just, give yourself a moment. Please.” He says in a low voice. You lay yourself back down. You can feel his chest vibrate beneath you.

After a minute or two, you deem yourself ready for him. You lift your head up to pout at him, reaching a hand down to graze his bulge.

“Alright.” He closes his eyes and nods once, sits up, then kneels above you. “You sure you’re good now?”

“Yes.” You prop yourself up and capture his lips with yours.

He pulls away. “Okay, then.” He smirks, biting your lip. “Let’s get rid of this.” He reaches behind you and unclasps your bra. “Lay back now, angel.” He coos, placing a hand on your chest and urging you back onto the mattress. He scatters kisses around your breasts, massaging them with his hands. You let out a quiet moan. He lets his tongue drag down your stomach, causing your back to arch like crazy, until he’s met with the familiar material of your panties, placing one last kiss on your covered heat.

“Stop teasing, Moony.” You growl. He snickers and peels off your underwear, exceedingly slowly, hoping to get a rise out of you. It does of course. “If you don’t cut it out-”

“Fine, I’m done.” He laughs and flings your undergarment on the floor along with the rest of your clothes. He undoes his pants, pulls them down hesitantly. “And you’re 100 percent sure you want to do this?” He gives you a look.

“Yes.” You confirm. “I want you to feel good.”

He sighs slightly, before unburdening himself of his boxers. You feel yourself tense up at the size of it. He notices your concern and positions himself over you. “Hey, s'alright, love. Easy. Can you relax for me?” He hums. You nod, swallowing the lump in your throat and urge your body to calm itself. He pushes into you, careful not to move too fast. It hurts, but not nearly as much as it did the first time you’d ever done it. He stops his motions. “See? That’s it. That’s all it is.” He says, brushing hair out of your face and kissing your nose. “You alright?” He cups your cheek.

“Mhmm.” You respond with a smile, slightly leaning into his hand.

His expression lightens. “Doing so good for me. So good, m'sweet girl. Mm, so tight.” He presses his lips to yours softly and just barely swipes his tongue across your lip. “We’ll start slow, yeah?” He murmurs.

He pulls out of you and goes back in, still causing a stinging pain to go through your abdomen. You wrap a fist around his bicep. “S'okay, love.” He practically whispers.

After a few easy thrusts, the pain starts fading into pleasure. You let out a moan and wrap your legs around his waist, allowing him to go deeper. “A little higher, there.” He adjusts himself in your vice. “There we are, my good girl. Love you, so much.” He dips down to kiss you again, before propelling back into you at a completely different angle.

You yelp in pleasure. “There! Right there!”

He grins and pounds you, hitting the spot again, and again, and again. “That good?” He grunts. “Mm, I’m close. Feels so- Fuck, Y/N!” He steadies his movements for a moment, his hand moving to your clit. You gasp, your fingernails digging into Remus’s back.

“One more!” You plead breathlessly.

And that’s it. That one last thrust sends both of you over the edge. You shut your eyes tightly. He collapses, a panting wreck. Your chest heaves beneath his. Both of you take a moment to regather yourselves before he pulls out of you.

He rolls off of you and you open your eyes to see him motioning you toward him. “C'mere.” His voice is just above a whisper. You clamber on top of him, now, a hand on your lower back, rising and falling with his chest as he regains his breath. He presses kisses to your shoulder. “Did so good for me. My sweet, sweet girl. Love you, so much.”

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Pairing :  Kenny Omega/FC (brief cameos by Matt and Nick Jackson)

Category:  Comedy/Smut

Tags:  @lunaticfringe216 @not-that-kinda-gurl08 @lahey-trash @houndofjustice-imagines @swedish-strong-style @tvrnbvckle @georgina019 @brezhonegselkea @artemisapalla316 @earl-01 @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch

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In your hands

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings/Contains: Swearing, masturbation, no actual penetration, dirty talk, bit of hair pulling, not a lot is going on right now

Word Count: 1630

i’m a sucker for the thought of bucky beating his meat. also i’m kinda down for anything that doesn’t contain *actual* penetration?? so enjoy if you’re one and the same (plus if you have any smut about bucky jerking it, send it to me thanks)

Originally posted by thespoilerwitchblog

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Everyday with you is wonderful

Request: Bucky x Reader where Bucky surprises her with a romantic dinner on the rooftop of the tower and everything goes horribly but the reader just finds Bucky adorable (because he is)

Warnings: language.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

A/N: I changed this up a little.

Originally posted by itsjustmycrazyvibe

You can say you’ve always had a crush on the shy, metal armed soldier named Bucky Barnes.

So to say you were ecstatic when he (nervously) asked you out, would be an understatement.

Late night missions together, training sessions, even trying to teach the soldier to make a high end meal, which didn’t go over well. But makes for good memories to tell in the future.

You were in your bedroom, putting on a dress for your date with Bucky.

At least, you assume that’s what he wants you to do. He never told you what to wear, if it was casual or fancy. So you just went ahead with a pink and white sundress, put your hair into a side braid, and applied minimal make up.

Taking one last look in the mirror, you decide you look good enough. Now you just wait for Bucky.




Bucky leaves his shared apartment with Steve, a nervous wreck, his only palm sweating so much he keeps dropping his phone and keys.

“Buck, you need to chill. Everyone at the tower knows (Y/N) is head over heels in love with you, she’ll love it no matter what.”

“I know, Steve…that’s why I need it to be perfect, she’s perfect and she deserves the best.”

“Take the motorcycle Bucky, girls love motorcycles, at least that’s what everyone tells me.”

“Y-Yeah okay, that’s a good idea.” He takes the keys for the motorcycle and drops them 2 times before they even make it into his pocket.

Steve leans down and picks them up for him, resting his hand on his right shoulder to try to calm him down.

“Buck..you’re gonna make her a nervous wreck If you don’t calm down.”

“I’m sorry. You’re right. She’s just so perfect Steve…she makes me feel something I haven’t felt since before the war…I actually feel like myself again…a part of me that I thought was long since dead has made himself known again…I can’t screw this up..” Bucky runs his hands through his hair.

“Just relax Bucky, she loves you just the way you are, you know that.” Bucky stands up and shakes himself off.

“I-Im ready. I can do this.”

Steve pats him on the back and smiles.

Bucky shakes his head one more time and walks out the door.

He comes back 30 seconds later.

“I need the keys.” Steve laughs and hands them to him.

“Wondered how far you’d make it.”



Bucky laughs and leaves for the 2nd time, with everything in tow.




Bucky is 30 minutes late at this point, you begin to wonder if he’s forgotten.

Another 5 minutes passes before you finally hear the door bell.

You get up off the couch and make your way over to the door, opening it to reveal your date.

You smirk at him, not at all upset with his tardiness.

“I-I’m so sorry, (Y/N), I forgot the keys, then traffic was bad, and the–you’re wearing a dress?” You’re taken aback by his sudden change of topic.

“Yes…is there something wrong with it?” You look down and try to find a stain, or something wrong with it.

“N-No! It’s beautiful…I’m sorry, I should have told you what to wear.., I brought the bike..”

You laugh, a big full belly laugh.

“You’re so adorable, Barnes. I’ll be right back.” You walk to the back room again, going to change into a T-shirt and a pair of jeans, seeing as that’s what he was clad in.

When you come back into the living room, Bucky is sitting on the couch, head in his hands. You assume he’s embarrassed.

“Bucky?” He sits up quickly, startled by you.

Did you just catch him off guard? That’s a first. He must be REALLY nervous.

“(Y/N) I-I’m so sorry…this is going horribly so far…I just wanted this evening to be perfect..you deserve perfect…” He looks down, his hands interlocked.

You walk up to him, grabbing both his hands in yours.

“Just spending the evening with you is a perfect evening…” You look up at him and lean up on yout tip toes and kiss his cheek.

He blushes and runs his thump over your knuckle.

“We better go, doll.” He leads you outside and towards the bike. He gets on and you get on after him, and wrap your arms around his waist, leaning your head on his back.

You love this man. He means everything to you, this evening is wonderful to you, even if it does flop.




The ride to the restaurant is quiet, as quiet as a motor cycle can be at least. You get off the bike first, getting your jeans stuck in the kickstand, and fall over. Your back smacks on the concrete.

Bucky jumps off the bike and runs to you, leaning down to help you up.

“Fuck, (Y/N) are you okay?” You start laughing, wiping some tears of amusement off your face.

“I-I’m alright, Buck. That was great, man I needed that laugh.” He stares at you like you have 3 heads.

“You sure you’re okay, doll?” He rubs his thumbs over your cheeks and kisses your forehead.

“I’m alright sweetie, let’s go, I’m starving.”

You walk into the Italian restaurant, and up to the hostess. Bucky speaks to her;

“Yeah, uh, we have a reservation for 2 under Barnes.”

She obnoxiously smacks her gum a few times and looks on her computer.

“Uh, yeah, we had to give them to someone else, as you’re 50 minutes late. Sorry sir. NEXT.” She turns her back.

Bucky is just standing there in shock. You find yourself smirking.

“W-what?” You pull him by the sleeve, back out to the bike.

“I-I’m sorry (Y/N)…I can’t believe this…this is a disaster, I can’t do anything right..” He sits on the bench outside, obviously humiliated.

“Aw come on Buck, it’s okay, the days not ruined, we can go back to the apartment, order takeout and watch some scary movies, and I can snuggle close to you when I get scared! That sounds better than anything anyway, wouldn’t you agree?” He smiles up at you, standing up, he cradles your face in his hands, bringing his lips to yours.

“Alright, doll. That sounds good.”

Back on the bike, you make it home without incident, and manage to NOT fall off the bike this time.

You change into comfy clothes and pop in Friday the 13th. Bucky ordered pizza, so you lay yourself down on the couch, with your head on his shoulder, he wraps his arm around you.

“I love you Buck..”
“I love you too, doll.”

A perfect ending, to a disastrous evening.



I actually REALLY enjoyed this, super cute idea!

Do You Have To Do That? (9/?)

Pairing: The Avenger Team x Reader // Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Swearing?

A/N: I have decided to re-write this for those of you who had started it, I’m going to start over I’m keep the first part and possibly a good portion of the second. But I am going to take it in a different direction. If you want to be tagged let me know, I’ll glad you add you.

(Sorry this has taken me so long with writing this!! I hit a major writer block)

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@yourtropegirl  @bellejeunefillesansmerci  
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@stank-tower  @thevanishedillusion  
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Fury was droning on about something, and someone. Training and newbies, you weren’t paying attention thinking back to the other night in the pool.

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Lose My Number - Parte tres

Originally posted by buckybarneswintersoldier

Prompt:  Reader is assigned with a group of agents to be trained by Captain and Bucky, whom she used to date a few years back when the relationship ended when she ghosted him. Also inspired by “Lose My Number” by James Blunt.

Words: 1597

A/N: Hi! Sorry for the long wait, but my personal life has been kicking my ass. Between University and work I’ve got no time left. Things are still busy no, I’ve just been drowing in anxiety as of lately, so I decided to take a break from it all and write you guys this. I hope you guys enjoy it (and leave feedback if you can. That it’s always lovely to read! <3 )

Parte dos  - Series masterlist

Twenty minutes. That’s all Y/N’s excitement of knowing she passed her comparative law final lasted. Twenty minutes. She was about to show Adam her test when the super soldiers showed up and started talking about the training they had coming. With that, her excitement evaporated as she pushed the paper inside her backpack and turned to look at Steve and Bucky.

“You talked things with him?” asked her friend while looking at the soldiers.

“Nope, first time seeing him since last session,” She said looking straight ahead too. Not wanting to get into a fight like last time.

“Today we’ll be sparring,”  Steve’s voice rang out, “we’ll do it in pairs.”

Adam and her looked at each other, fistbumping, they had sparred before together. They worked together well and knew this session would not be as grilling as others.  

Steve proceeded to grab a folder, “You guys by now have grown accustomed  to the way your partner fights,” he said before opening the folder, “that’s why we will be pairing you guys this time around.”

Groans were heard throughout the room as Steve read names at loud. “Adam and Jack,” he said and her friend went to join the other guy, “Y/N and Brock,” slowly she walked towards Brock’s usual spot, but couldn’t find him, she walked a bit more as everyone else paired up, yet  her partner was nowhere to be found.

“Everyone ready?” asked the Captain, she was about to raise her hand when he continued, “I’ll be observing everyone’s work, if someone does not have a partner, Bucky here will work with you,” she felt herself deflating. Of course of everyone in that class, she would be the one left without a partner, and of course the person she would have to spar against would be Bucky freaking Barnes. 

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Hcs for being drunk around the gang

requested by anonymous

Darry: -you totally grind on him - he’s intrigued - makes you tea - holds your hair when you throw up

Ponyboy: - doesn’t really know what to do - when you throw up, he freaks out - gives you plenty of water - makes you lay down

Sodapop: - refuses to let you drive home - you totally embarrass yourself around him - he finds it adorable - *tries* to make you food

Dally: -lowkey digs when your drunk - likes how flirty you can get - just has you stay at bucks till your sober

Johnny: - doesn’t like when your drunk - keeps you warm - you both sleep out in the lot - has experience from his dad

Steve: - notices pretty easily how drunk you are - “woah, woah slow down doll” - lots of flirting

Two-bit: - finds you hilarious when your drunk - he probably asks if you have any more - but tries his best to be gentle

(sorry this took so long, and I put “drunk” so many times)

Not So Alone Time

Warning: Smut

One downside to living with your best friend while your flat got work done on it, Y/N soon discovered, was the lack of alone time one got.

And she was getting desperate for alone time.

Especially since said best friend was attractive as he was. And liked to walk around shirtless. A lot.

It wouldn’t be that big of a deal if she didn’t also have feelings for Joe. Because that only intensified the attraction towards him.

Yeah, she really needed some alone time.

But he was always home when she was, and the only times he wasn’t home was when she was either at work or he was with her while they were out.

Y/N was getting desperate.

Until finally, the gods answered her prayers.

And Joe was gone, for a couple hours by the sound of it, leaving her blissfully alone in the flat.

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Summary: You’re practicing a dance routine in a studio and get an unwanted dance lesson from yugyeom

Type: smut-ish

Members: Yugyeom x Reader

Length: 1,167 words

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Originally posted by j-miki

Beads of sweat began to appear on your forehead, 1,2,3,4, your breathing started to get heavy, 5,6,7,8, shit! You’ve been at this routine for hours already and you still couldn’t get the last move down. You walked over to your phone, the time read 8:30pm, damn, 3 hours already?

One more time. You walked back to the center, the room began to seem less empty as the music filled every corner of the studio. You attempted your difficult routine once more, fuck, you landed flat on your ass and ended up laying there for a while. Clap, Clap, Clap. Your eyes shot open and you sat up faster than you moved in that last routine. Turning towards the uninvited clap you see him standing near the door with a smirk on his face, eyes on you. He’s been practicing here at the studio often, always passing glances at you, you could never tell if he was intentionally trying to annoy you or not.

“Can I help you? This is a private practice.” You say with a hint of annoyance in your voice.

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anonymous asked:

Would you happen to have any tips on bed brands? I'm looking for a good full-sized mattress but they're expensive and if I'm going to be spending money on expensive bed, then I need to make sure that I get one that's worth every penny and not threatening to kill my back with hard springs.

Story time!

Okay, so when I lived at my parents’ house I used to have a rough time sleeping. I would spend hours lying awake in bed. HOURS I tell you. And I figured- hey, this is just who I am. WRONG.

The first purchase my boyfriend and I made upon getting our own place was a bed. We went to a mattress store and laid on a bunch of different mattresses until we found one that we liked. It’s a half tempurpedic queen-sized bed, and it was about $1,500 with a 20 year warranty. But let me tell you, it’s worth every fucking penny. I fall asleep like nobody’s business. I sometimes even fall asleep when we’re watching TV, it’s just so so comfortable. We spend a couple nights away from home and our backs start aching because we’re not used to pedestrian mattresses anymore. Did I mention the 20 year warranty? If you drop big bucks on a mattress you WILL get a warranty.

My advice-

Go to a mattress store in your area, and just start trying out beds. They’re out in the open for a reason, you’re supposed to lay on them and see what they feel like. I highly recommend tempurpedic beds, half tempurpedic will be cheaper than full. Find out if the store offers a payment plan (or maybe you have some money saved up before you go) and invest in yourself with the perfect mattress. You are worth it! 


Requested by: Anonymous
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Pairing: Reader x Bucky
Word Count: 2.4K
Warnings: Fluff

A/N: Sorry this is so late! Life’s been hectic! I hope it’s okay!

E/C: Eye Colour

Feeling a coughing fit coming on, you will yourself to suppress it. Steve was pacing back and forth in the conference room, informing the team of the impending mission. You curse yourself for getting sick, it was a rarity; especially now that you were at peak fitness and a legitimate member of the Avengers. You’d been on a few missions before, but this was due to be the one that would signify your permanent addition to the team.

“Y/N?” Steve calls, and you exploding into a coughing fit, finally can’t hold them back,

“I’m fine,” you wheeze out, trying to sound convincing but it’s clear to everyone that you were sick,

“Bruce,” Steve turns to him, “Can you please run some checks on Y/N this afternoon, before we leave for the mission?”

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Road trip

Prompt: An interesting road trip with Sam, Steve and Bucky in which you end up squeezed in the back of the beetle with Buck.
Warnings: Sexual tension(?) oh and like a little swearing here and there.
Pairings: Bucky x reader

Originally posted by vivalaplutoh


“Why do we have to go again?” You asked as you helped fit all the stuff in the beetle’s small truck.

“We need to meet up with Tony” answered Steve who was by your side.

“It’s hours long!” You complained.

“It’s not like we can just take a plane and go, (Y/N). You know it” He answered.

You breathed out annoyed and followed Steve inside for the rest of the stuff.

Sam and Bucky were already downstairs waiting in the sofa. You sat down. “Alright guys, time to go, if there’s anything else you want to take its now or never” Steve said. You saw Him going for stuff in the kitchen and realised, Sam was also going.

“Shutgun” you shouted and he turned to you with a challenging look before starting to run towards the car.

You cursed under your breath before following him and starting a race to the car.

You managed to get next to him and you both stuffed yourselves in the front seat, neither of you willing to leave.

Eventually Steve arrived and rolled his eyes at the two of you.

“You do know you both will have to get off so that Buck can get to the back seat right” he stated.

You frowned but stayed in your place.

“I called shotgun first” you stated.

“I’m a better Shutgun” he defended.

“Steve” you complained.

“Steve” he complained as well.

Done with the both of you he started “both of you out of the car” you were reluctant “Now” he stated with seriousness.

You both got off looking to your feat like punished children.

“Right, so, (Y/N) you’re smaller than Sam, and there’s not much space on the back. I think you should go there”

You gasped “But I called Shutgun…” You started but where interrupted.

“Plus, Sam is way better at giving directions” he said then.

You frowned. He was right. “Whatever” you stated.

Bucky got on the car first, the you did and Sam closed the seat to get on himself. You had your arms closed and looked annoyed.

The trip started and you arrived to the gas station, Steve went down to pay and get some snacks.

“Sam, could you move the sit up?” You asked.

He thought about it for a second. He could say no, and annoy you, or he could say yes and and annoy Buck. “Sure (Y/N)” he said before moving the seat just a bit.

Buck gasped and Sam just held his laugh a little.

“Thanks” you answered and tried to accommodate yourself again. You saw Buck struggling just as well. You though it over and came up with an idea. “I’ll let you lay your head on my lap so you can sort of lay on the seat for the first half of the trip as long as I can do the same with yours for the second half” you snapped towards him randomly.

He seemed to think it over. He looked at you then at his squeezed legs and then at you again. “Deal” he said handing you his flesh hand to seal the pact. He then proceeded to accommodate himself on your lap.

“Better?” You asked.

“Definitively” he stated.

Then Steve arrived, with snacks.

“I’ve got a Twinkie and oreos. Also, a brownie. Got you two on the back your MTN dews and your dr. Pepper is on the bag as well. I also brought your water (Y/N)”

“I want the brownie” you and Sam said at the same time.

“Oh hell no!” You stated “You got to be Shutgun, that damn brownie is mine!”

Steve shot Sam a look and he gave you the brownie. He then passed you your sodas.

The road started again and you started biting on your brownie. To then feel a finger pocking your arm. You looked down and it was Bucky with a puppy face asking for a bite of YOUR brownie.

You breathed out but he looked so damn adorable there was absolutely no way of denying him a bite. So you lowered it to his moth and he gave it a bite. You then gave one yourself and ended with both of you finishing the brownie together.

As the trip continued.
You ended up finishing his Mtn Dew and he stole sips from your water.

At some point you got bored and started playing with his hair. And that evolved into you braiding it and unbraiding it about a thousand times.

But when the marker finally hit half of the trip you proceeded to change positions. Which left you happy and comfy. But we couldn’t say the same thing for him.

You fell asleep and some point but all he could think was of you being so up his tights, so close to his… And you couldn’t not mumble at your sleep. And those noises weren’t exactly helping. To top
It off you wouldn’t stop moving your head.

He was so concentrated on trying not to think of it he didn’t notice that you had awoken and put on your headphones. Actually dancing to your tunes.

When he did notice he just lowered towards your ear and manages to say “(Y/N), STOP MOVING” in a low voice. You froze in place. Not processing what had happened and thinking you were in danger.

You grabbed your gun and quickly sat on your sit pointing at the front. But there was nothing.

“Wow! Girl. Put that thing down” said Sam trying to calm you down.

“What happened?” Asked Steve pulling to the side of the road to look at you slightly concerned.

“Well as Bucky said -stop moving- in a very low and commanding tone I though we were in danger or something” you stated.

The guys looked At each other with a suspicious look and then turned to see
Buck that was as red as a tomato.
You didn’t see it. You were concerned looking at them.

Then they just proceeded to laugh. You still didn’t know what the hell was going on. They did. They both had made their conclusions way before now that Barnes had a crush on you.

“Guys!” You said annoyed.

“I’m sorry (Y/N) it was just a dare” said Sam covering up for his friend.

Bucky looked at them relived. Steve continued with the trip and you laid on Bucky’s lap again. Which just made a very very torturing end trip for him. Every now and then Sam would turn around a suppress a laugh as he looked at Buck’s expression.