What f/m ships get: 

  •  Season long romance in every episode
  • Canon uncensored romance
  •  Story lines that don’t revolve around their sexual orientation
  • Ships on literally every show

What f/f ships get :

  • Subtext
  • Death by stray bullets
  • Queerbaiting
  • Disapointment
Faking It - part 3

 Paring: Bucky Barnes x reader

Characters: Bucky Barnes, reader

After getting news about a family reunion coming up, the reader decides to set up a plan to make her look like she isn’t as single as she actually is. But when all her candidates can’t go, she’s left with the only person who she least expects to go along with the plan.

Word count: 1.8k

A/N: I was actually going to make this part longer but decided to just end it all with a little fluff. I’m also really surprised at how much attention this imagine is getting, I honestly didn’t expect that. But I’m glad you all like it!If you want to be tagged, just tell me and I will gladly do so. I also never proofread my shit so bear with me, I’ll proofread tomorrow and fix the mistakes tomorrow as well. 

Part 1 Part 2

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Originally posted by 107th-infantry

“Fuck, fuck fuck,” You repeated when you realized that the pancake was burning. “Shit!” You cursed and searched for a fan to get the smoke and smell out of the kitchen.

Through violent coughs, you found a control system in the kitchen. It had various buttons but the one you pressed was labeled “Ventilation.” The smoke got sucked up through a vent above the stove. Once it was all clear, you were left with a burnt pancake. A sigh escaped your lips as you tossed the burnt pastry into the garbage.

By the time Bucky walked into the kitchen, you had whipped up five pancakes, bacon, egg and a fruit salad. You yourself had a full belly and all you needed to do was change out of your pajamas.

“Morning, doll,” He greeted.

You didn’t acknowledge the pet name he had given you. Instead, you returned the greeting. “Hey, Buck. How’d you sleep?”

“Turns out, a designer couch isn’t the best thing to sleep on,” He ran his fingers through his loose brown locks before sitting on the island. “You made breakfast?”

You nodded and set the plate and bowl in front of him, “I hope you like strawberries.”

He smiled, “Thanks, Y/N.”

“No problem, least I could do after you agreed to tag along, lend me your shirt and sleep on the couch.” You began cleaning up the kitchen.

“This is amazing,” Bucky said referring to the pancakes.

You smiled, “I should get dressed. Busy day and we need to take some sort of food to the barbecue.”

“Pizza!” He called.

“Uncle Matt is already bringing that,” You shouted back. “Think of something more original!”


You arrived at the beach with a bucket of fried chicken. Bucky smiled in triumph as he held a bag of gummy worms and was happily chewing away. He raised a gummy to your face and tapped the candy worm on your closed lips.

“Open your mouth, goddamnit Y/N,” He muttered.

You laughed and he threw the candy in your mouth. You nearly choked, but successfully chewed on the worm. “Watch my Aunts are gonna give me shit for not cooking anything.”

Bucky carried the bucket of chicken with his flesh arm and wrapped his metal one around your waist before pulling you close.  You mirrored the affection and rested your head on his bicep.

“You’re so good at this,” You whispered.

“Of course I am,” He planted a kiss on your forehead and you felt almost sad that his lips didn’t press against yours. Don’t get attached Y/N, you told yourself.

The volleyball net was already set up. A few of your cousins were in the middle of a game. Sports had always been your family’s thing. Your grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, parents and siblings were all .masters at one or two sport. It was no shock that you the first person to absolutely despise sports. Mainly because the last time you played a game with your family, you ended up with a black eye and various bruises. No doubt with your years of training you were able to kick ass, but you were still a bit weary.

“You’re just in time for the game,” Your sister Erika smiled.

Bucky joined your Mother near the table where all the food was. He set down the bucket and your Mom started up a conversation.

You let our a humorless laugh, “It’s a no for me.”

“C'mon Y/N!” Your brother Jay persuaded.

“I said no,” You shot back.

He raised his hands in surrender and shook his head, “Still have a stick up your ass, I can see.”

It took every ounce of strength you had to refrain from putting Jay in a tight headlock and force him to take his comment back. Instead, you glared at him, “Fuck you.”

You stomped away and approached your mother, who was laughing with Bucky. She saw you and smiled, “Y/N, dear.” She noticed your murderous glare that was now softening. Your mother sighed. “Don’t let them get to you, sweetie.” She kissed your cheek and glided away to one of your cousins who had a baby at hand.

“What’s wrong?” Bucky asked, concern written all over his features.

“My siblings,” You mumbled.

He pulled you into his embrace and you found comfort within his arms. You weren’t sure if it was because you have a lack of affection, but your found yourself blushing each time his fingers made contact with your skin.

“Well if it isn’t Little Miss Butt-shine.”

You gritted your teeth and turned to face your Aunt Betty who didn’t seem fond of the scene that was before her eyes.

“Ease up on the PDA, this is a beach, not a brothel.” She pushed past you and Bucky before grabbing herself an empty plate.

“We’re hugging,” You snapped at her. “But I don’t expect you to know anything about PDA, considering the fact that you haven’t had a man in over 15 years.”

Aunt Betty stopped serving herself food. You knew you had her by the throat. She glared at you and Bucky stifled a laugh. “Watch it, Y/N.”

You raised an eyebrow and stood up straight to indicate that you weren’t afraid. Not anymore.

The glaring contest would’ve continued if Bucky didn’t decide to intervene. He stepped between the two of you and nearly carried you away. You huffed in anger as he sat you down on a chair. He chuckled at your state.

“You’re cute when you’re angry,” He said.

“That woman knows how to piss me off,” you mumbled under your breath and continued to glare at Aunt Betty who was now laughing away with one of your Uncles.

“Hey,” Bucky grabbed your chin and made you look him in the eye. “Listen to me.” There wasn’t any harshness that lingered in his voice, but you knew that you had to listen to what he was about to say. “Don’t let them get to you. At the end of the day, they’re not the ones that get to say that they’re an Avenger. You have that privilege.”

He was right. Of course, he was right. You thought that you’d be the one to comfort Bucky throughout the week, turns out it’d be the other way around.

“Now let’s eat, cause I’m hungry again and that Chicken Alfredo looks really good.” He stood up.

You smiled, “Aunt Hazel makes the best food.”


“Will they notice?” Bucky asked.

“Unlikely,” You replied and started backing away from the crowd.

A bonfire blazed in the middle. A few members of your family sat around it. Others were playing an intense game of volleyball. All the attention was glued to the game. The sun was long gone. The moon now replaced it. Stars sprinkled the velvet sky but were hardly visible near the light of the orange flame.

You broke into a jog. Bucky ran beside you. Occasionally, you looked behind you to see how far you were. When the bonfire was nothing but a mere orange speck, you came to a halt. Without warning, you collapsed on the sand and dug your fingers into the earth. Bucky knelt next to you and softly rubbed your back. For a sweet moment, you were indulged in silence. The only sound was the waves serenading you with its soothing music.

You sat up and Bucky pulled you to his side. Your head lolled to the side until it rested against his broad shoulder. Bucky took your hand and you sat there, with your fingers intertwined with his and your eyes shut. Dread settled onto your shoulders. You wanted to leave. To go back home. To the Avengers facility. With Steve, Sam, Wanda, and the others. To those endless nights of you, Sam and Wanda watching Disney movies. Always crying when Mufasa died in The Lion King. Those mornings in which you trained hard with Natasha, learning new techniques. Painting with Steve, browning frustrated when you couldn’t blend the colors correctly. At least they respected you.

“Do you want to go back to the house?” Bucky asked, breaking the silence.

You nodded, not trusting your voice to carry out words. He stood and helped you up. As soon as you put weight on your legs, your knees buckled and Bucky was quick to catch you. You felt so weak, so small. Bucky carried you away from the shore.


Your spirits were lifted once you reached the house. Being away from your family made your soul mellow again. You returned to your usual smiley self. Bucky noticed this, he too smiled at your state.

It was only 11 PM, but you were exhausted. Although you resisted, Bucky helped you into the house.  You didn’t bother going towards the lounge and closing all the curtains. At the point you didn’t care, no one would look into them anyways. You changed out of your clothes and into the Pink Floyd shirt. When you walked into the bathroom, Bucky was standing over the sink. His bare back was facing you. A pair of sweats hung low on his hips and you sucked in a breath.

He looked up, his eyes meeting yours in the mirror. He gave you a sly smile as you approached him and reached for your toothbrush. Not a single word was exchanged between the two of you as you got ready for bed. It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence. It was one of relaxation.

“Goodnight doll,” Bucky said.

“Night Bucky,” You smiled and watched as he left the bathroom.

You sighed and remained in the bathroom for a few seconds. You gripped the sides of the sink and took in a deep breath before entering the bedroom. The lights turned off behind you as you climbed into bed. You tugged the sheets up to your chin and shivered, though it wasn’t cold. The bed felt too big for you. It felt like you were in a sea of loneliness.

“Bucky?” You said aloud. “Are you awake?”

“Yeah,” He replied from the other side of the wall.

“Can you,” You paused. “Can you come sleep in here? Please.”

Silence followed. Seconds passed and dread began settling onto you once again. The sound of footsteps made you perk up. You lifted your head and with the moonlight, you were able to spot Bucky. He was walking towards you. A shirt now covered his torso. You scooted to one side and let Bucky climb into bed, under the sheets with you.

“Are you cold?” He asked.

“No,” You said. “I just didn’t want to be alone.”

You weren’t surprised when Bucky pulled you close to him. Without hesitation, you snuggled up next to him and relaxed at the sound of his heartbeat. He rubbed circles on his shoulder using his thumb.

“You’ll never be alone doll. Not when I’m here,” He said.  Bucky held you until you fell asleep.

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Are we gonna pretend that best friends who slowly fall in love with each other is not what otps are made of?

because hello???

BRITTANA?

RILAYA?

KARMY? (Don’t say that they are not in love with each other, they obviously are)

EMISON?

BERONICA?

STEROLINE?

CAMREN? (I’m just kidding Lauren don’t kill me)

Faking It

Paring: Bucky Barnes x reader

Characters: All the Avengers

After getting news about a family reunion coming up, the reader decides to set up a plan to make her look like she isn’t as single as she actually is. But when all her candidates can’t go, she’s left with the only person who she least expects to go along with the plan.

Word count: 1.3k

A/N: Okay, I’m terrible at summaries. Just read the imagine and tell me what you think. If you want to be tagged on all of my works tell me, please. And if you want a second part to this tell me, it’s still under consideration

All other parts are on the masterlist

Originally posted by stuckwithbuck

It was the annual family reunion. Well, not so annual. The last family reunion was two years ago and the last family reunion you attended was six years go. You were a teenager at the time and itching to leave home. Not to mention you were the definition of teenage angst.

Now, you were someone completely different. You were Y/N Y/L/N, an Avenger. You were badass and can take down a man in less than 5 seconds. You didn’t have any powers, but you were a skillful fighter. It was a dream when Nick Fury offered you to join the elite team. So much adrenaline and you absolutely loved the members of your team.

Your family didn’t know this, of course, they think you’re a secretary for Tony Stark. Which isn’t an entire lie. You and Tony came to an agreement and he allowed you to pass that small lie. He was a good friend and you always did favors for him, you didn’t mind of course.

However, now that you’re going back home after not seeing your family for so many years, your mother is gonna expect some things. Knowing your mother, she will either hope for a man on your hand, a ring on your finger, or maybe even a baby bump. You surely didn’t have any of those. You also didn’t want to seem like a complete loser. Your older brother was already married with a baby on the way. Your older sister was engaged. Which means that they will be nagging you about how you don’t have a boyfriend or girlfriend.

You certainly didn’t want to walk into that reunion empty handed.

An idea popped into your head, not a very good one, but an idea nonetheless. You were going to ask Steve if he can accompany you. The look on their faces when I walk in there with Captain America will be priceless! You thought to yourself.

“FRIDAY? Where’s Steve?” You asked the system.

“Captain Rogers is in the gym, Miss Y/L/N,” She replied.

“Thank you,” You added and walked down to the gym. Just like you were said, Steve was hitting the punching bag. The muscles on his back were visible through his tight shirt. His blond hair was disheveled and drenched in sweat.

“Steve,” You called.

He turned and smiled at you, “Hi Y/N.”

You waltzed towards him, “Stevie Wonder, Stevie boy, Steve baby.” You poked his firm chest at each ridiculous nickname you gave him.

He had an amusing look on his face, “What is it?”

“So listen,” You patted his chest one more time before drawing your attention towards his face. “I have this family reunion coming up next week and my mother is expecting me to walk in with a significant other, so I was hoping you could go with me.” You smiled widely.

Steve raised his eyebrows, he looked surprised and flattered at the same time. A small blush rose on his cheeks, “Y/N, I’d love to, really I would, but I’m busy next week. Upcoming mission with Sam.”

You groaned, “Sam was my second choice.”

He laughed, “Sorry Y/N. If you asked me sooner, maybe I could’ve gone.”

“My mother called me this morning, it was all news to me too,” You paused. “Alright gotta find another date.”

“Ask Tony,” He asked, though it came out like a sarcastic comment.

“Tony is old enough to be my dad,” You said.

“And I’m old enough to be your grandpa,” He joked.

“Right you are there, gramps. But no, my family thinks I’m Tony’s secretary so it would be a bit questionable to be dating your boss,” You explained as you left the gym. The doors slid shut behind you.

“Okay,” You said aloud. “Steve is out, so is Sam, Tony definitely.” You gasped. “Thor!”

You went in search for Thor and found him in the lounge area. Mjolnir sat on the coffee table in front of him. Thor was balancing a book in one hand and using his free hand to hold a Poptart. His blond locks were pulled into a bun. His eyes narrowed down at his book. He looked so concentrated that you almost didn’t want to interrupt him.

“Hey Thor,” You greeted.

“Lady Y/N!” he looked up and bellowed.

“Just Y/N, remember? Whatcha reading?” You asked and plopped down on the couch next to him.

“A very interesting book, lots of death,” He smiled and showed you the cover of a book you didn’t recognize. “Hey Thor, I have this family thing coming up and I was wondering if you could go with me. It’s next week.” You said hopeful.

“I have Asgardian business to take care of,” He replied. “But why would you need me to go? Does your family want to see a real life Asgardian god?”

“Kind of. They’re just having high hopes of me being in a relationship. Considering the fact that all my other siblings and cousins are married, dating someone or engaged. I am the only single cousin that I know of.”

“Just tell your parents the truth. Say ‘Mother, Father, I have no one.’” Thor smiled and shrugged. “Simple as that.”

“You don’t get it, Thor, I can’t say that.” You whined and buried your head in a pillow.

“I’ll never understand your Midgardian ways,” He frowned.

Your shoulders slumped once again, you stood up and left.

The rest of the day you asked everyone who was a worthy candidate. Natasha said that she was busy of course. She was going on that mission with Steve. Wanda didn’t feel comfortable to be around so many unknown people. Pietro would not go anywhere without his sister because he didn’t want to leave her alone. You didn’t want to ask Vision because you knew he’d say no and you’re convinced he has a thing for Wanda.

You slid down in the chair and mumbled miserably to yourself. You had checked off everyone on the list. No one could go. You banged your head against the island as you tried to come up with another plan.

“Hey Y/N,” Bucky entered the kitchen.

It’s as if the gods spoke to you and brought Bucky to you. How could you forget him! He’s your last hope.

“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky,” You clung onto him.

He gave you an alarmed look, “Y/N.”

“Bucky, I have a family reunion coming up and my mom and pretty much everyone is expecting me to go with someone. A spouse, of course, and I don’t have one. I already asked Steve and he’s going on a mission with Sam and Natasha. Thor can’t go because he has Asgardian business. Tony is my boss. Clint has a wife. Wanda can’t go because she doesn’t feel comfortable and Pietro doesn’t want to leave her alone. I can’t take Vision because everyone will flip their shit when I show up with Robot Jesus. I’m freaking out because you’re my only hope and I completely forgot about you and if you can’t go I’m gonna be doomed. I’ll be the butt of everyone’s joke and I don’t like being the butt, Bucky.”

“Y/N,” Bucky grabbed your shoulders and shook you a little. “You’re talking so fast and so much.”

You breathed, “Sorry, I’m just freaking out!”

“Calm down,” He said. “When is it?”

“Next week,” You replied.

“Where?”

“Back home in California.”

He nodded, “I’ll do it.”

You perked up, “Really?”

He nodded once again and smiled, “Can’t be too bad? It’ll be fun, besides. I’ve been stuck in here for too long doing nothing good. Also, I’ve always wanted to go to the west coast.”

You squealed and threw your arms around him, “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” You repeated. “You saved my ass.”

“I think I’m gonna be doing plenty of that these next few days.”

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