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Nerves - Smut

Originally posted by redstringbughead

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader
Words: 2,414
AN: Hey look! I’m not dead! Thanks for being patient with me these past few weeks, I was in a weird place and it’s just been hard for me to get into the mood to write, but it seems as if I’m back in the groove. Yay! This was written for @sarcasticallystilinski and @rememberstilinski‘s lacrosse week, so make sure you watch their blogs for some more of our favorite team, the Beacon Hills Cyclones! Also special thanks to those of you who have been encouraging me like @celestial-writing, @ninja-stiles and @thelittlestkitsune. And thanks to @writing-obrien for helping me when I got stuck, I love you all!!



“I’m so nervous.” Stiles said quietly from beside you, his knuckles white from his grip on the steering wheel.

It was his first lacrosse game, the first one where he’d actually be playing on the field, and he was extra fidgety. You reached out to rub his shoulder soothingly as he drove the familiar route to the school. “You’re gonna do great, babe. You and Scott have been practicing so much, you’re not a bad player.”

He sighed. “I’m gonna get out there and choke, I know it.” He pulled into a parking spot, turning off the ignition and sitting back, his hand over his eyes. “Maybe I’ll just fake sick.”

“No way.” You unbuckled your seatbelt and slid closer to him, your hand moving to grab his wrist and uncover his eyes. “The team needs you. You can do this, I know you can.”

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the anonymous wall (teenlock)

Based off this headcanon  (from @grumpy-swoop)

Read it on ao3


Mike had known that something good would come out of this stupid Anonymous Confession Wall, and now he had proof. Amongst all the I spent thirty-two hours watching a tv show for seven-year olds last weekends and the If you’re reading this, go to the corner of the boys bathroom on the third floor near the chem labs and the cute doodles, there was the smallest, shyest, and most interesting confession.

I’m gay and hopelessly in love with the rugby captain

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Open Ending | R.M.

 imagine requested by @ladyannikki

Summary: In which you get paired up for a project with Reggie friggin’ Mantle, and you just so happen to witness the duration & the aftermath of the scene in 1x02

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Happy birthday, Neil Armstrong! Though Armstrong died in 2012, his reputation as the first man to walk on the Moon ensures his place in history. Born in 1930 in Wapakoneta, Ohio, Armstrong worked as a naval aviator, engineer, test pilot, and administrator before being transferred to astronaut status in 1962. On July 16, 1969, the Apollo 11 spacecraft launched from Cape Kennedy with Armstrong as commander, accompanied by Command Module Pilot Michael Collins and Lunar Module Pilot Edwin “Buzz” Aldrin. The team aimed to accomplish a goal set by President John F. Kennedy in 1961: to land on the Moon and return to Earth. Indeed, on July 20, 1969, Armstrong took “one small step for a man, one giant leap for mankind.” On July 24, the team landed back on Earth—in the Pacific Ocean southwest of Hawaii—victorious.

Check out more about the Moon landing here: https://goo.gl/VJQSBv

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Do you want to know what new China is like?

It is like a ship far out at sea

whose masthead can already be seen from the shore.

It is like the morning sun in the east

whose shimmering rays are visible from a high mountain top.

It is like a child about to be born

moving restlessly in its mother’s womb.

We’ll stand on the ship and see the sunrise together.

Preference #18- Details of Your First Kiss with Them

Tony: It was sloppy. The two of you had had a bit too much to drink at the party Tony had thrown after yet another successful mission. Alcohol was making the both of you a bit more cheeky than usual and it led to the two of you locking lips in his lab. You two had sneaked away to his lab to get away from all of the people and then it just sort of happened. The kiss was short while being full of clashing tongues and Tony almost missing your mouth. It may have been a bit sloppy, but it wouldn’t be forgotten.

Steve: You hadn’t expected your first kiss to be with Steve after a mission and you certainly didn’t expect to be the one who initiated it. Steve had once again been reckless in the mission and it had scared the hell out of you. When you all got back on the jet, your eyes were blazing with anger at the blonde haired man. The two of you hollered at each other until your throats were burning. Steve was in the middle of a long-winded rant when you couldn’t take it anymore. You grabbed him by the back of his neck and smashed your lips to his. This stopped his rant completely as he kissed you back. That was one hell of a first kiss.

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Secrets: Liam Dunbar

requested: by @fluffystiles

pairing: Liam Dunbar x Talbot!Reader

word count: 2k

warnings: fluffy, a lil bit of angry Brett, and minor season 4 spoilers

summary: Liam wants to go public about your relationship, while you’re hesitant your brother, Brett, won’t be as accepting as others.

a/n: This one was a lot longer than I expected! Keep sending in those requests you guys!!

There wasn’t a word that could describe the bond that had formed between you and Liam.

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Drabble Request - Unsafe

Ok, anon! Thank you for your patience! Here is the re-write after one long fucking day! I wasn’t sure how I wanted to approach this at first but your excitement is adorable and infectious, I got real carried away with this prompt. This is not even a drabble anymore, I don’t know what the hell this is. I somehow found myself with an enhanced reader, which you totally didn’t ask for… I hope you like it anyway.

Prompt: ANGSTY AS FUCK DRAB WITH BUCKY GOING INTO WINTER SOLIDER MODE AND YOU THINK HE’S HOT (OPTIONAL) AND IT’S A FIGHT AND SHE’S ALL “NO BUCKY COME BACK TO ME BABY” AND IT’S LIKE HIM AND MAY IN CIVIL YOU KNOW CHOKING SHIT AND I’M SORRY I’M SO HYPED

Warnings: All the violence, a lil swearing.

Word Count: 1261

Masterlist

Originally posted by 5ummit

You stood off to the side leaning on the wall, watching Bucky carefully. He was pinching his eyes closed and gritting his teeth as if this was physically hurting him. Wanda was hovering just beside him as soft red wisps ghosted from her fingers, swirling around Bucky’s head and back to her. They had been poised this way for nearly 45 minutes. She must be exhausted.

You had been in on several of Bucky’s sessions with Wanda, watching intently while she pulled on his memories, trying to find a way to free him from the words that held him captive. A prisoner to anyone who knew them.  Steve had decided that you were best equipped to… handle Bucky if things went south while they were working together. You had both been hesitant at first, but you had agreed on a trial-basis. So far the sessions had been pretty mild, but Wanda was really pushing today.

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Tai: Hey guys, maybe you should slow down.

Raven: Uhhhh, esscuze me? Yuh dun eve know wuh eh issn whu fo whu for? Uh-Uhhhhh.

Summer: Essacly! It dussn even mader!

Tai: Uhhhhh

Qrow: -wheeze-

Drunk Raven and Beyond Drunk Summer.

The group all goes out to celebrate Tai and Raven’s engagement. It was Qrow and Summer’s idea to go bar hopping after dinner.

What ends up happening is that Qrow is his normal streamline of drunk, Tai is buzzed…his fiancee’ and team leader are TRASHED. Shots sneak up on you.

Qrow will save Tai…in a few minutes. After recording his sister and Summer slurring their words and tearing Tai a new one.

Summer can hold her liquor, but decided a shots drinking game with Raven was a good way to start the night. Raven is an “in your face” drunk, which is okay since she also becomes incoherent, slurring her words and repeating unfinished ones like “wuh” and “fo”. Summer, on the other hand, is usually a happy, energized drunk. Here, though, she is just defending her bestie…I think. 

The fuck are you talking about, Raven?


Shoutout to Chris D’elia whose comedy drunk girls bit I used in this. He is amazing.

S5E18- The Fight

The two teams, buzzed, tired, and thrilled with the added company, had finally circled around the almost worryingly large cooler in the dimly lit warehouse. Hotch and Cooper were on opposite sides facing each other and the junior agents had instinctively taken sides with their commanders. Cooper was chortling away at Reid’s intellect curiously exploring the minds of his own agents, specifically “the Prophet,” whose unique experiences made for excellent stories for the young genius. Hotch, who had submitted to Morgan’s relentless arm twisting and had abandoned his jacket, loosened his tie, rolled up his sleeves, and had partially unbuttoned his shirt, was sitting casually on a table, his legs dangling and gently kicking Emily, who was sitting cross legged at his feet, nursing a beer.

Morgan, who was sitting, legs spread, on the floor in between the babbling Dr. Reid and the cheerful Emily Prentiss, held up his bottle towards the opposing Unit Chief. “Yo, Cooper! Do you have any good Hotch stories?”

Hotch swung his legs in the man’s direction and groaned, unable to reach him. He bored his eyes into Cooper, attempting to intimidate him into silence. “Don’t,” he warned. “He asks every senior agent we come across and I have to hear about whatever embarrassing story they tell for weeks.

Senior agent?” Cooper repeated incredulously. “Well, Aaron, if you’re going to insult an old man like that I’m afraid I’m an open book.” Hotch’s team’s eyes shot open, eager to hear tales of their leader’s junior exploits. Before their need for blackmail could be properly satiated, Cooper frowned and turned to Rossi, who was content leaning on a cement pillar and watching the young ‘uns foolish antics. “Hang on, you have more than enough stories, Dave? Why don’t you share any?”

The man shrugged. “I prefer to stay out of bullpen dramatics.”

Cooper and Emily snorted simultaneously. “Please,” Cooper said. “If I remember correctly, it was you who started all of that ‘bullpen dramatics’ in the first place.”

Rossi held up his hands. “Woah. They asked for humiliating Hotchner fables, not David’s nighttime extravaganza.”

Emily snorted again, drawing the attention of the senior profiler. “And what about you? You seem to have been keeping Mick entertained.”

The raven-haired agent scoffed. “If by ‘entertained’ you mean ‘struggling to keep him more than two feet away from me’ then you’ve got that right.” Nonetheless, she felt her ears getting hot under Hotch’s gaze.

Gina nudged the Brit in question. “Aw, Mick. You really tried going after one of Hotch’s agents?”

“Unsuccessfully,” Emily added.

“We’ll see,” Mick smirked. “This is all a part of a grander plan.”

“I’m sure,” Cooper dismissed. “But really I would like to get to know you agents better. I don’t talk to Hotch here as much as I would like and when I do he rarely talks about anything but Jack.”

Emily laughed, ducking when Hotch’s leg came swinging overhead and grabbing it, pulling to make sure it remained secure. “Of course. That does sound like him.” She deftly avoided the other leg and was saved by Morgan, who began a very odd wrestling match with Hotch’s single leg. The others pretended not to notice.

“Care to introduce yourself? I’m afraid I wasn’t present for your introductions.”

She bowed her head and raised her arm as if to curtsey. “Hello. My name is Emily Prentiss. I like to consider myself the brains and brawn in the group because I am both the smartest and the most physically capable of the team.”

Morgan rolled his eyes. “Sure, Em’. We all know it.” He released Hotch’s leg and looked at the other Unit Chief. “I’m Derek Morgan. I specialize in all things tedious and excel in all things grand.” It was Emily’s turn to roll her eyes.

Reid bobbed his head in greeting somewhat awkwardly. “I’m Doctor Spencer Reid. I have an eidetic memory and three PhD’s currently.”

“Currently?” Simms questioned. The boy shrugged and turned to the woman next to him.

“I’m Jennifer Jareau, the communications liaison for the team,” she said, the most graceful of them all.

Rossi offered his hand to Cooper, who shook it firmly. “I’m David Rossi, senior agent operating under Agent Hotchner.”

Emily tugged on Hotch’s leg, which she had wrapped her arms around and was now leaning heavily on, who groaned and continued the bit. “I’m Supervisory Special Agent Aaron Hotchner, Unit Chief of the Behavioral Analysis Unit operating out of Quantico, Virginia. I think of myself as the father of the group. Except for, of course, Emily Prentiss, whose high school photos are indicative a life preferably isolated and ostracized from civilized society.” He grunted as a surprisingly sharp set of teeth made its mark in his leg.

“Our technical analyst, Penelope Garcia, can actually get practically any information on anyone in this room,” Reid boasted about his friend. “One day she brought in a picture she’d found of Emily. Hotch wasn’t with us when we saw it, though, so Garcia probably gave him the copy-“

The genius was interrupted by a large crash as Hotch toppled on top of Emily, who shoved him off. The Unit Chief settled against a pillar and wrapped the attacking agent in a quick headlock before releasing her and allowing her to slump against his chest.

“Speaking of!” Morgan interrupted before the teams could derail the subject even more. “Humiliating Hotchner fables! I want them!”

“As do I!” JJ raised her beer.

“And I as well!” Emily reached for her beer, but was held back by Hotch, who’d wrapped her hands around her stomach in order to prevent her from participating.

“Me too!” Reid added, much to everyone’s pleasant surprise (except for Hotch, whose lethal glare was lost upon the oblivious Reid). JJ wrapped her arm around Reid’s shoulders while Morgan ruffled the kid’s hair.

“Well,” Cooper began, smiling down joyfully upon the team who looked so blissfully content. “If you insist.”

How Country Feels

Hello everybody! I’m sorry it’s been a while since I’ve posted. I’m super busy at school and going through some stuff right now, as I’m sure we all are. If anyone needs to talk about anything please message me! I know this is a scary time for some. Tumblr has been a wonderful and safe place for me and I want to thank you guys for your constant kindness.

ANYWAY this is the post that is literally a NOVEL that I warned y’all about. Almost all of you asked for it all in one shot so here it is! I hope you guys like it, I had fun writing it.

Warnings: 4.7k words, some angst, smut, too much fluff-oops

Summary: The team has to hide out at Clint’s farm again, your boyfriend, Bucky sees a new side of you and rethinks his future.

Originally posted by cuddle-porn

“So where are we going?”

The team was buzzing around you packing bags of food and clothes to stay at a safe location for who knows how long.

“We’re going to Clint’s farm until we know SHIELD hasn’t been compromised again.” Steve said shoving boxes of crackers into a bag.

You stopped in your tracks. “Clint has a farm?”

“(Y/N), where have you been?” Tony taunted.

“Apparently under a rock. Since when does Clint have a farm?”

“And a family.” Steve corrected.

“With kids.” Natasha added.

“HE FONDUED?”

“Ha. Ha.” Steve said dryly in answer to your teasing.

You helped Steve finish up the snack packing before attending to your own clothes upstairs. “So where is it?”

“Can’t say. Just be ready to go in a half hour.”

“Aye-aye Cap.” You jogged away laughing before Steve could give you a playful smack on the shoulder.

Up in your room you picked out a couple outfits that would fit in your small duffel. The next thing to pack would be weapons, which were locked in a box under your bed. You bent down and reached for the box when you felt a spank to your backside.

“Hey!” You pulled the box out and straightened up to see Bucky laughing at you, a satisfied smirk on his lips. “You scared me.”

“Sorry doll.” He lifted you to your feet with ease and quickly kissed your lips. “Do you need help packing?”

“No. I’m done” you declared, putting your last gun in the holster around your waist.

Bucky grabbed your duffel for you and slung it over his shoulder along with his own and the two of you started downstairs.

“Have you ever been to Clint’s farm?” You asked.

“No. They hid out there before I joined the team.”

You walked out of the elevator together and met the team in the garage. It took three of Tony’s top of the line cars to fit the team. You and Bucky took the back seat of the car Steve was driving.

With all the commotion, you forgot it was the middle of the night. It was easier for the team to split when the city wasn’t awake to see them.

“It’s gonna take a few hours to get there, so Sam and I will split the drive. You two just try and get some shut eye back there.”

Bucky tried to argue with Steve, but to no avail, and you were glad. The possibility of SHIELD being compromised put a lot of pressure on the whole team, but it was especially screwing with Bucky’s mind. You knew he was distinctly on edge and needed some sleep and relaxation.

The car drove smoothly on the highway and between the soft music on the radio and Bucky’s warm arm wrapped around you, you were quickly lulled to sleep.

The morning light peering through the car window woke you before Bucky. You felt his easy breathing beside you and, for the first time in the past few hectic days, he looked untroubled. You straightened yourself from your leaning position and tenderly brushed his long hair out of his eyes.

You were curious to know where this farm was and now that it was light out, your question could more easily be answered. You patiently waited for a highway sign to give you a clue.

However, the next sign didn’t only give you a clue, it gave you the answer. Your hometown popped up on the green sign to your right, leaving you absolutely stunned.

“Steve, how far away are we from the farm?” You asked quietly so as not to wake the sleeping Sam and Bucky.

“About a half hour.”

Steve chuckled when he saw your jaw drop in the rear-view mirror. “You can’t tell anybody, (Y/N).”

“You knew?”

“Yes. But no one is supposed to know where Clint’s house is. It’s better this way, it keeps his family safe.”

You understood. “Alright.”

“And with what’s going on, you can’t go see your family either.”

“I know.” You knew it was for the best. You missed them terribly, but you couldn’t take the chance.

You watched everything familiar fly past you out the window. The exit you would take to go home, the one you would take to go to the mall, the one to go to the gas station you and your friends would get ice cream at every Friday over the summer.

Right on the dot, a half hour later, Steve pulled into a long driveway, the others following in a caravan behind. The driveway led to a large farm house on what looked like acres of land.

“Bucky, we’re here, babe.” Your voice was low, your hand rubbing his leg. You hated to wake him up, he hadn’t slept this well in days.

A pretty woman walked out onto the porch, who you assumed was Clint’s wife. Behind her three children followed, beaming as Clint jogged up the steps and picked the three of them up at once.

The team filed into the house, you and Bucky picking up the rear. As you passed Clint’s wife, she introduced herself as Laura and welcomed you. “You’ll be staying upstairs, the last room on the right. You don’t mind sharing a room, do you?”

Bucky wound his arm tight around your waist, tenderness lacing his voice, “Not at all.”

The wooden stairs creeked as you climbed them, a familiar sound that warmed your heart. The last room on the right had a large bed in the middle and a window looking out on the farm.

“They have horses?” Your smile brightened your voice.

“Yeah, we do.” You spun around to see Clint leaning on the door frame. “You should go down and see ‘em. If not today, tomorrow, we’re gonna be here for at least a few days.”

You laughed, turning away from the window and opening your bag to unpack. “That’s alright, Clint.”

“No, (Y/N), I’m serious. Go out for a ride. The saddles are in the barn. Midnight’ll be a good girl for ya.” He winked and walked back down the hall.

“Did I miss something?” Bucky’s eyebrow was cocked in confusion.

“No, you didn’t.” You giggled and kissed his cheek as you passed him walking over to the closet.

“Good. Because you know what they say…” he closed the door before turning around to face you. “Save a horse, ride a cowboy.” And with that he pushed you onto the bed and landed on top of you, placing his lips softly onto yours.

You giggled into his warm mouth and raked your fingers up his back, lifting his shirt as you went. He took your hint and sat up on his knees to take his shirt off by the back of his collar.

“So you’re the cowboy in this situation?” you teased.

“What, you don’t think I’m wild enough?” He threw his shirt over on top of the dresser.

“Oh, I know how wild you can be,” you pulled him back down to your lips and roughly ran your fingers through his long, messy hair.

His fingers trailed your waist under your shirt, leaving fire behind his light touch. Just as he unbuttoned your jeans you were interrupted by a voice from downstairs. “Lunch is ready!”

You only pulled Bucky closer intending to ignore the supper call.

“Lunch is ready, get down here!”

Bucky laughed, his body rumbling above you as you hooked your fingers in his belt loops, attempting to lock him in place.

“Come on, doll. She won’t tell us again.”

You groaned as he left the bed, walking over to cover his beautiful body with his shirt. You sat up and buttoned your jeans and ran your fingers through your now tangled hair.

As soon as Bucky opened the door, you shut it again and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, bringing him down to you for one last sloppy kiss. Leaving him wanting more, you opened the door and walked out first, him trailing behind you. You heard the bedroom door click closed and then felt a spank on your backside as you walked down the hall.

“Hey not in front of the kids!” Steve was playing referee.

After you all ate a huge lunch to make up for missing breakfast, you and Bucky helped clean the dishes. You washed, he dried. You couldn’t help but laugh at his huge hands gently drying the tiny dishes.

“What are you laughing at?” he swatted you with the towel.

You retaliated by splashing him with your wet hands. “You!”

He quickly put the towel on the counter and pinned your hands behind your back, landing a kiss on your lips that was once again interrupted.

“We’re bringing the kids out to feed the horses. Why don’t you two come?”

You looked over at the back door and giggled when you saw Tony following the three kids out. You turned to Bucky. “I’m gonna go. Wanna come?”

“Sure.”

You laced your fingers in his and followed the family of five and Tony out to the barn. Clint and Tony slid the barn doors to the side, revealing a large barn with two rows of stables.

You couldn’t hide the smile on your face. The familiar smell that most people hated, you loved. It smelled like home.

You walked up to the first stable on the right, playing with the nose of the horse standing there. The horse’s large, soft lips spread, playfully showing her teeth to you.

Tony passed you and Bucky struggling to hold a saddle in his hands. “Come on, (Y/N), Clint said you would do this with me.”

You laughed. “He did, did he?” you gave Clint a playful glare.

Clint shrugged and you shook your head, a soft laugh leaving your lips. You looked up at Bucky. “Wanna come?”

“Doll, I don’t want you to get hurt.”

You smiled. He only knew you as the city girl. “I won’t. I’ve done this before.” You grabbed a halter from a hook on the wall and followed Tony out the door to the ring.

You were entertained watching Tony balance the blanket and saddle on the horses back. “Hey, Clint, we may need some help over here.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, (Y/N), I’m doing just fine,” Tony lied as he struggle to tie the girth of the saddle.

When Clint was busy chasing his kids, you decided your were the one who had to help Tony, or else the horse would trick him into tying the saddle too loose, which would lead to a broken Iron Man.

You easily fit the saddle to the tall, brown horse, and tied the girth in the intricate knot.

“I could’ve done that,” Tony protested when you finished.

“Mmhmm.” You smirked.

Clint came over just in time to help Tony on the horse. After about 10 minutes, he finally sat high on the saddle, Clint walking the horse around the ring.

“Midnight’s yours today.” Your spun around to see Laura holding a beautiful black horse out to you. She patted the saddle sitting on the bench.

“That’s alright.” You said no to the saddle. She grinned and gave you the reigns.

You turned to Bucky and asked him one more time, “Sure you don’t wanna come?”

“Nah, I’ll just watch.”

“Scared of some horse, huh, Barnes?!” Tony yelled from inside the ring, making Bucky furious.

He turned to you, his jaw clenched, his voice low. “I am not afraid of a horse.”

You took his hand and looked at the stressed man in front of you. It had been a long week, and Tony taunting him was the cherry on top. “James Buchanan Barnes, you are the bravest man I know. I know you’re not afraid of a horse.”

You kissed him and felt him grin beneath your lips.

“Go have fun.” He sighed. “And then you’re going to tell me how you know how to do this.” He said to you.

You turned a bucket upside down to give you a boost. Slinging your leg over, you sat on the horse’s bare back, a feeling you missed and couldn’t be replaced.

Your horse walked over to Tony’s and for a few minutes, you simply reveled in the rhythmic swaying as you circled the ring.

“How does she feel, (Y/N)?” Clint asked from his place on the ground.

“Good. Really good, Clint. Thank you.”

“Yeah, you’re doing a good job. Almost as good as me.” Tony said cockily.

“Okay, Tony. Thanks.” You said as you nudged Midnight, telling her to work up to a trot. You traveled around the ring, laughing at Tony’s dumbfounded expression.

You were about to lap Tony again when Clint pointed to an open gate leading to a wide, grassy pasture. “Go on out.”

You took the invitation. As soon as Midnight trotted through the gate, you nudged her and clicked your tongue, her speed increasing to a full gallop out into the pasture.

The wind whipped your hair around your face, and you closed your eyes, enjoying the freedom you hadn’t felt since you left home to become an Avenger. You loved being a part of the team and you wouldn’t trade it for anything, but you missed living on a farm. You were not a city girl at heart and you didn’t realize how jailed you felt in the concrete jungle until now.

Midnight reached the far gate of the pasture, and you jumped off, letting her graze on the long green grass. You leaned on the fence looking out into the rolling hills and daydreamed about moving back up here sometime in the future. Having your own farm and your own big white house and your own kids and your own horses.

And then your thoughts drifted to Bucky. He was a city boy. Has been his whole life. You didn’t think he would like to live out in the country. Brooklyn was his home. As long as you were with Bucky, you would be okay, you decided.

You stepped on the fence to give you enough of a boost to get back on Midnight without the stirrups of a saddle. You turned her back around to where you came from and told her to walk on. You spun around and laid down on her back as she carried you back to your love and her stable.

Bucky caught you as you slid off the horse’s back. “You have some ‘splainin’ to do, baby.”

“I do.” You nodded as you closed the door of Midnight’s stable after giving her some carrots.

“Clint, can we borrow a truck?” You wanted to take Bucky somewhere away from the team so you could talk.

“Sure, but can you drive standard?”

“Clint.” You said dryly, insulted he could think you didn’t know how to drive a pickup.

He laughed and tossed you the keys. “The blue one in the back.” He pointed around the barn.

You thanked him and took Bucky’s hand as you started walking.

“Wait!” You spun around to the small voice yelling your way. Clint’s three kids were holding blankets and pillows bigger than their bodies, and Laura carried a picnic basket.

“These are for you.” She said, handing Bucky the basket.

“You should count the stars in the truck! We’ve counted a hundred so you gotta beat that,” Lila said.

You laughed and nodded. “We’ll try.”

You threw the mess of blankets and pillows in the bed of the small chevy and rounded the tires to the driver’s seat.

Once you were both buckled in you heard Bucky say your name. You turned to him in the passenger seat and chuckled at his curious and patient expression. His eyebrows were pushed up, his head tilted, waiting for your explanation.

“Let’s just get where we’re goin’ and I’ll tell you everything you wanna hear.” When he nodded in agreement, you leaned over and kissed his lips.

The two of you sat in comfortable silence for the short ride. You smiled as he took in the sun setting on the winding back roads. You could drive these roads with your eyes closed, you knew them so well.

After about 10 minutes, you pulled off to the left of the road in a clearing, back end first.

You put the truck in park and jumped down out of the seat. Bucky followed, holding the picnic basket.

“Wow.”

You hummed in agreement. Before you was a beautiful view of the sun setting on the hills. Farther down the steep way was a pasture full of cows grazing, the bells around their necks faintly chiming with their movement. You could see miles and miles of flat, green land. Not a building above two stories in sight, just the way you liked it.

You circled to the back of the truck, opening the door of the bed and sitting on it. Bucky jumped up and sat next to you, placing the picnic basket on the other side of him, so it wouldn’t create space between you.

He pulled out two huge chicken salad sandwiches, a big bowl of macaroni, and two mystery mason jars. He unscrewed one and gave it a sniff. “Iced tea” he declared.

The only sound between you was the ruffling of the plastic wrap as you both pulled it off your sandwiches, until Bucky finally broke the air. “Okay, start from the beginning.”

You laughed with your mouth full. “Well.” you swallowed and spun around to the road. “My house is right down that driveway.”

“You grew up here?”

You nodded taking another bite of your sandwich.

“Why didn’t you say something?”

You started spooning macaroni salad on a little plate. “I’m not supposed to say anything. I’m not even supposed to know this is my town. It keeps Clint’s family, and mine, more safe if nobody knows. But Clint told me I could tell you the truth.”

Bucky set his sandwich down on his lap. “So your family has no idea we’re 300 feet away from your house.”

“More like a quarter mile” you corrected through a full mouth. His look of confusion made you laugh. “It’s a long driveway.”

He shook his head and chuckled, eating about a third of his sandwich in one bite.

“Do they still live there?”

You nodded.

He paused like he was unsure whether or not to ask the question on his mind. “Do you wanna go see them?”

This time you shook your head no. “It’s too dangerous right now.” You finished your dinner and put the remnants back in the basket. “And it’s hard for them that I left. The rest of you guys- the team,” you looked at the man next to you and chose your words cautiously. “Your families aren’t… around. Or they’re in another realm.” You both laughed as the mood brightened. “My family’s right here. And me becoming an Avenger wasn’t the plan.”

He understood without you having to explain further. “You were supposed to stay.”

“And take over the farm.” You nodded. “But I just couldn’t. When I found out I could help people… we have a duty, ya know?”

“I do know.” He gave you a comforting and knowing kiss and rested his forehead on yours. “But our only duty tonight is counting the stars.”

He jumped off the end of the truck and put the picnic basket in the passenger seat. Your laughter rang out in the field as you spread the blankets and pillows out in the bed of the truck. You hadn’t noticed how dark it had gotten, all the stars were already out.

You laid next to Bucky and closed the door of the bed and tucked yourself under the blankets. Once you were settled, he wrapped his arms around you tightly and you rested your head on his strong shoulder.

“I can’t remember the last time I saw that” he said, pointing to the dippers in the sky.

You hummed and closed your eyes, a sigh of complete contentment leaving your lips. Your drew nonsense patterns on his chest while he ran his fingers up and down your spine.

After a long while, his low voice grumbled in his chest. “We could move up here. Later.”

You snorted. “And leave the city? No way.”

“(Y/N), I’m serious. I’ve never seen you as happy as you were today. I know you miss this.” You heard him take a deep breath and felt him kiss your forehead. “I love you so much, babe, as long as I’m with you, we could live anywhere.” He rolled onto his side, propping himself on his elbow to look down at you.

“We can move up here, have Sunday dinners with your family, have our own huge white farm house, I’ll get over my horse fear, we’ll have five kids running around… hell, we’ll start makin’ babies right now!” He dove down and placed open mouth kisses on your neck, his chest shaking with laughter.

You shrieked and laughed and tried to push him away. “Bucky! No!”

He pulled away and looked into your eyes. His brilliant blues were shining bright, even in the dark. “Okay, we’ll start that process later,” he said. You giggled and brushed his long hair out of his eyes and propped the locks behind his ear.

“I’m serious, doll.”

“I know you are.”

He nodded, he knew you understood. He leaned down, his lips meeting yours, in soft, slow kisses. His hands patiently cupped your cheeks and gently tangled in your long hair.

You wrapped your limbs around his warm body, your arms around his shoulders, your legs around his waist.

His body shook as a chuckle spilled out his lips. “So you wanna practice making babies?”

“Practice makes perfect,” you mumbled against his lips.

“And now there’s no Barton to interrupt us.”

“Good point.” You held him close and deepened your kiss.

You held onto the hem of his shirt and pulled it off his glistening body, and he followed suit, doing the same to you. His lips traveled from your mouth to your neck, his nose grazing your jaw as he went, sending shivers up and down your spine.

His metal fingers effortlessly unhooked your bra, opening your chest to him. He took his time admiring your body, as you reveled in the work of his mouth and hands.

When you couldn’t stand the emptiness between your legs any longer, you yanked his lips up to yours once more and palmed him, quickly leading to you unbuttoning his jeans.

You heard his breathing get heavier and faster and you watched his chest rise and fall as he pulled your jeans and panties down your legs in one fellow swoop.

His kiss was passionate and deep and he gasped against your mouth as you pumped his length, feeling the precum around his tip. “Oh, baby” he moaned softly.

He took himself from you and entered you slowly and gently, not stopping until he filled you completely. You groaned into his kiss as he tenderly thrust in and out of you. This man knew just what to do to make you unravel at the seams.  

His pace was slow and deliberate. You could still see him clearly in the dark night. His eyes were smiling and bright, his long hair framed his handsome face and stuck to his forehead slightly. You kissed his neck and shoulders, feeling his pronounced muscles under your lips.

His quiet moans and grunts sent electricity through you. His sounds alone could send you over the edge.

His thrusts became more wild as he was rising to his climax. With every plunge, he drove into your g-spot, driving you mad and swiftly bringing you to orgasm. You came under him, shaking and arching, squeezing and scratching his muscular back. He held you, caressing you and kissing you until his own climax hit and your name fell off his lips over and over.

He pulled out of you and and rolled to your side, his lips never leaving yours. He pulled you close to him, keeping you safe from the cool summer night air. His chin was resting on your hair as you both counted the stars.

You couldn’t believe you could love someone this much. His words rang in your ears over and over. He wanted a family with you, he wanted your life, to raise your children as you were raised. You wanted to give him that.

Not right now, of course. But him thinking about the future touched you in a way you’ve never felt before. After all he’s been through, he chose you.

“I love you.” His words broke through your thoughts.

“I love you too.”

After you counted 105 stars, you allowed yourself to fall asleep in his arms under the country summer sky.

In the morning you folded the blankets and headed back to the farm house.

“Okay, that’s one of the sexiest things I’ve seen in my 99 years.”

“What?” you chuckled.

“You driving stick shift.”

You let out a loud laugh and felt heat rising to your cheeks. You were glad the windows were open to give you some fresh air.

You parked the truck where you found it and jumped out to see the team holding their packed duffel bags.

“Welcome back.” Steve gave you and Bucky a knowing look at shook his head with teasing disappointment. “Grab your bags, we’re leaving in 10.”

“Leaving?” You asked, trying to hide the sadness in your voice.

“Yeah, the coast is clear. SHIELD’s intact so we’re heading back to the tower.”

Bucky’s hand rubbed circles on your lower back as the two of you started up the driveway to the house.

You fought the tears brimming in your eyes as you buzzed around the bedroom and threw your clothes into your duffel.

“(Y/N).”

“Mmm?” You hummed zipping up your bag.

“(Y/N), doll, look at me.”

You blinked away the tears threatening to fall and looked at the man you loved so dearly.

“You don’t have to be so brave and strong all the time, ya know.” He walked over to you and rubbed your arms.

Your smile pushed the tears out of your eyes and down your cheeks. Bucky encased you in a hug, his arms tight around you, his fingers running through your hair. You pushed your face into his chest and felt the streams tickle your cheeks.

After his soothing voice and soft caressing calmed your cries, you finally spoke. “I just thought we’d be here longer.”

“Someday, we’ll never leave” he assured you.

Bucky held you close on the car ride back to the tower. Your breath caught in your throat as you watched the exit sign for your hometown pass.

“We’ll come back soon, baby. I promise” he whispered in your ear so only you could hear.

After the team arrived at the tower and unpacked, you all went out to your favorite pizza place that Steve and Bucky used to go to before the war.

“So (Y/N), where’d you learn to ride a horse?” Tony asked, his mouth full of pizza.

You decided to have some fun with him.

“Oh, I never learned. Yesterday was my first time on a horse. I just kinda… did it.”

You struggled to keep a straight face when his jaw went slack.

“You just kinda did it? You’re kidding right?”

“Tony, where would I learn to ride a horse in New York City?”

Clint, Steve, and Bucky choking on their drinks almost gave you away.

“She’s just a quick learner, Stark.” Steve backed up your white lie.

“She’s a natural.” Clint also came to your aid.

You shrugged and Tony took a defeated bite of his pizza and you giggled when Bucky pinched your thigh and shook his head at your teasing.

On your walk home, you and Bucky lingered behind the team.

“You alright, doll?”

You nodded your head and grabbed his hand. “As long as I’m with you, we could live on the moon and I’d be happy.”

He smiled, his teeth shining bright in the neon lights of the New York streets. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and kissed your head. “Tony could probably arrange that.”



You stopped the truck and took a deep breath. “Are you sure about this?”

“Absolutely.” Bucky jumped out of his seat and rounded the truck to open the door for you.

He took your hand, lacing his fingers in yours and walked you up to the door of the large house.

You paused before ringing the door bell listening to the commotion inside and smelling the scent of supper sneaking out the crack under the front door.

Bucky tilted your chin up to his and placed a quick kiss on your lips before ringing the bell.

“Comin’.” You heard a man yell from inside the house.

The front door opened and bright light and delicious smells drifted onto the porch.

“Hi. Um, this is my fiance, Bucky.”

Your dad stood in the doorway, a huge smile on his face. Your mom wiped her hands with a dish towel, tears pooling in her eyes.

“Come on in honey. Everyone’s here. They’ll be so happy to see you.”

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