take this grin off your face steve

It’s a [Tinder] Date! (Part 3/3)

Summary: Thinking he needs to find a date, Natasha signs Steve up to Tinder. In Queens, Peter Parker does the same to you. It’s a match!

Word Count: 3,405

Part 1 Part 2

A/N: Almost a month later, but this fic is officially done :D I hope you all enjoy this fluffiness. 

Originally posted by mackievanstan

Work managed to distract you enough to not keep looking at the clock every five minutes. Despite part of your brain telling you that there was no way you had a date with Captain America, there was another part that couldn’t help but to hope this was true. And so, you found yourself daydreaming of showing up to the restaurant and seeing him there. What would you even say to him? What kind of greeting would you use? Would you address him as Captain, or maybe Mr. Rogers, or just Steve?

By the time you got home, you had a few outfit options in mind and made a beeline to the bathroom, taking a shower before you got started on getting ready.

Peter came around as you were choosing between four different outfits you had draped on your bed. He helped you picked the one that was form-fitting, waggling his eyebrows playfully.

“We gotta tease him,” he said.

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Dirty Minded Cap*

Pairing Steve Rogers x Reader
Rating: Explicit
Prompt: Hi there! I loved resolution! Can I request one where the reader usually wears contacts, but runs out and wears her glasses and Steve realizes he has a thing for the naughty librarian look? Total smut. (requested by @ballerinafairyprincess)
Word Count: 2.1k
Warnings: Oral sex (female receiving) and unprotected sex. [Sex is safer with a wrapper. Use condoms, folks.]
Author’s Note: I don’t take requests for the moment, but this one has been sent to me after I’ve started posting on this blog, so I thought I could write it and I actually like the prompt. Hope you like it too, though. xx

    You dragged your feet to the kitchen of the Avengers compound, setting a pile of files and books on the counter. Sighing, you reached for the coffee pot and poured yourself a mug. You hummed a long soft moan as you swallowed the hot drink and you leaned against the fridge, looking down and drinking until a certain famous Russian redhead came in.

    “I didn’t know you wore glasses,” Natasha smiled and she poured herself a cup of coffee.

    “I woke up late and I didn’t have time to put in contacts.” You whined, clinging to the rest of the steaming hot liquid and you breathed it in.

    “You know what they say about men loving women wearing glasses,” she obviously quipped and you rolled your eyes playfully.

    “Yeah, of course. Everybody likes the nerd, right?” You chuckled and Steve walked in, joining Natasha behind the counter. “Hi, Steve,” you greeted, watching as his body tensed up when he heard your voice.

    “Y/N,” his smile faded away as he noticed the device perching on the top of the bridge of your nose. “Glasses? You told me you hate them.”

    “I do, but I had no choice. Nat will explain… Sorry, guys, I’ve got a lot of work waiting,” you took back your papers, walking past him with a smile. “See you later, Captain.”

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    Sweet Like Candy (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Valentines One Shot! ❤

    A/N: Hey y'all! This was requested by a lovely anon for Valentine’s Day! Tbh I got hella excited while writing this and wanted to go a slightly different route with the smuts! ENJOY - Delilah ❤❤

    Sweet Like Candy: After planning an entire day to spend with you (and confess his feelings towards you) Bucky’s plans are disrupted when Sam steals all of his clothes.

    Warning: Smut! Nudity. Humiliation.

    Bucky was going to murder Sam.

    By murder, he meant he was going to strangle him the second he saw him; also, the second Steve picked up his phone and brought him some damn clothes.

    It was supposed to be a simple day. Bucky had planned a pretty decent night for the two of you. He made dinner reservations at your favorite restaurant, planned to take you go karting (which you loved), and even went as far as renting a really nice hotel room, where he currently had most of your little presents he bought for you a week prior.

    Basically, Bucky was going to make you feel like you deserved to feel: special.

    Because your scumbag of an ex sure couldn’t do that for you.

    You and your ex had been together for nearly two years, much to Bucky’s dismay. It was great in the beginning but as time went on, things changed. Your ex was constantly entertaining other women, even in the same presence as you. The kindness he once showed was replaced by bitter insults and accusations of infidelity. The nights spent cuddling were replaced with you in bed alone each night, while he spent his nights doing god knows what.

    When you became an avenger, or mostly, when you met Bucky, you became instant friends.

    Somehow, the two of you just clicked immediately.
    He enjoyed everything that your ex didn’t. And it took three long months for you to realize that love wasn’t supposed to be as hard as it was with your ex, it was supposed to be as fluid and carefree like it was with Bucky. He was the answer.


    You were currently away on a mission, which you’d return from that evening, giving Bucky enough time to shower and get everything ready.

    But life loved to mess with Bucky.

    As soon as he stepped out of the shower, dripping wet and glistening with water, he reached for the white towel on the rack, only to find that it had disappeared.

    What. The. Fuck.

    He was absolutely positive he hadn’t misplaced it, he specifically remembered placing it on the towel rack beside the shower a few minutes ago. Where the heck did it go?

    He sighed. Opening the bathroom door, he walked into his room, leaving a small trail of water behind him. After getting to the dresser, he pulled open the top drawer only to find it completely empty. Furrowing his brows, he slammed it closed and opened the next two, only to find them empty as well.

    What the hell?

    Bucky made his way to his closet, throwing the two doors open. Empty. Where the hell did his clothes go? They certainly didn’t grow legs and take off. It wasn’t laundry day either. Steve usually did his laundry.

    The sound of muffled laughter broke his thoughts.

    Opening his door, he was met with the sight of Sam, howling with laughter as he clutched his sides. He was gonna die. Bucky swore on his dead childhood goldfish’s grave.

    “What did you do with my clothes?!” Bucky spat, glaring at the younger man. Boy, if looks could kill.
    It took him a second, but Sam composed himself, giving the super soldier a shrug.

    “I dunno, man,” he feigning confusion. “Where’d you put em’?”

    Bucky grabbed at him, only to be met with another round of Sam’s laughter. That little shit was dead meat when he got some pants.

    “God damn it, Sam!” He hissed. “Now’s not the time for this! I’m supposed to be taking Y/N out in an hour!” This only made him laugh harder. The little shit. This was far from funny.


    The two men froze.

    “Y/N!” Sam greeted, sending you an innocent smile; one that you could see right through.

    “What’s going on?” You crossed your arms. You were in your civilian clothes, but the evidence of a mission was still present. Nevertheless, you were going to get whatever Sam was hiding out of him.

    “Y/N,” Bucky called from behind the door. “Sam too-”

    “Bucky’s having trouble picking out an outfit for this mission he’s going on!” Your eyes narrowed. He was a lying little shit and you knew it.

    Before you could react, Sam grabbed you by the arm and dragged you towards the door, against your very loud protests.

    “Sam!” You shouted, trying to yank yourself free. But alas, Sam was twice the size of you, with twice the amount of muscle. He simply scooped you up with one arm and shoved Bucky’s door back, making the man shout as well.

    In one swift move, Sam tossed you into the room and shut it.

    “Hey Friday,” he called.

    “Yes, Mr. Wilson?”

    “Can you go into system 97?”

    “Are you sure, sir? I won’t be able to open the door without Mr. Stark’s authoritizati-”

    “I’m sure!” He called over his shoulder, walking down the corridors with a pep in his step. His plan was falling into place perfectly.


    You couldn’t stop staring at Bucky no matter how hard you tried. You’ve seen him shirtless countless of times, but seeing him like this was completely different. He managed to grab one of the pillows from his bed and placed it over his crotch. Regardless, you could still see the V of his lower abdomen, and especially the really impressive happy trail.

    It was then did you really notice how polar opposites Bucky was from your ex. You were way past bashing the latter, but it was completely objective to be honest.

    Bucky was practically perfect in your eyes. Your ex tried so hard to be perfect, whereas Bucky was just natural with everything. He didn’t even have to try. But what you loved the most was that Bucky never bragged about himself, he was by no means arrogant or egotistical. And that was the most attractive thing to you.

    Besides him being naked, of course.

    “You know,” he began, shifting uncomfortably. “It’s really rude to stare, Y/N.”

    You raise an eyebrow, crossing your arms over your chest. He was shy, you knew that, but damn he was really hot like this. You decided to mess with him a bit.

    Stepping closer to him, you peered up at him and smiled innocently. “I wasn’t staring, I was admiring.” You placed a hand on his chest, feeling the warmth radiate from him.

    Slowly, you dragged your fingertips down his stomach. His breathing became uneven, and you could feel his heart racing in his chest. He was really enjoying this, but nowhere near as much as you. When you got to the pillow, you slowly tugged on it. But to your dismay, he didn’t budge. When you looked back up at him, you found that he was closing his eyes.

    “I’m sorry,” you apologized, backing away from him. “I-I was just playing around.”

    Before you could back away even more, his metal hand shot out and grabbed ahold of your wrist tightly, dragging you back to him.

    “I didn’t want to ruin the surprise…” he trailed off, staring at your lips longingly. To say you were surprised was an understatement.

    “What surprise, Bucky?” You ask. He sighs sadly before walking to one of his dresser drawers and pulling it open, revealing two small pieces of paper that looked like tickets. Turning them around, he handed them to you.

    You felt your heart drop to your stomach.

    They were go kart tickets! You loved go karting with every fiber in your being. Ever since you joined the Avengers, you barely had any time to sleep, let alone go out with friends. But what surprised you the most was that Bucky knew the exact place you’ve gone to since you were little. How did he know that? You’ve only talked about maybe once and that was on the phone with your parents.

    “Bucky…” you gasped, placing a hand on your heart. “How did you know?”

    He gave you a sheepish smile and avoided your gaze. “I may or may not have asked your mother a few weeks ago.” Your eyes widened. Your mother almost never approved of any of your past lovers. How the hell did Bucky manage to get something like this from her? She was as mean as a snake when she had to be.

    “You talked to my mom?” you gawk at him. “And you didn’t get cursed out?”

    He shrugged as if it were no big deal. But it certainly was to you.

    “She’s really nice,” he said, smiling even brighter now. “She offered to bring me some of those cookies she sent you home with last christmas.”

    You stared at him. Somehow, Bucky Barnes tamed the dragon that was your mother and even charmed his way into her heart. He was a keeper.

    Without another word, you slowly backed him against the wall. “Doll, what are yo-”

    You placed your finger on his lips, shutting him up once and for all. You trailed your hands down his chest, feeling the heated skin in your fingertips until they landed on the pillow. You gently tugged it away from him, revealing his large, thick cock.

    And to your pleasure, he was already hard as a rock.

    You placed a small kiss onto his lips before sinking to your knees, your eyes never leaving his.

    You planet a small kiss on the tip before swirling your tongue around it slowly. Looking up through your lashes, you watch as he threw his head back; his torso still glistening with wetness. He looked so fucking handsome it nearly hurt.

    “Fuuuck,” he sighed, his metal hand weaved its way into your hair, pulling it back for you. You let out a whimper, making his cock twitch in your mouth.

    “Is this okay, baby?” You ask, batting your lashes. He looked down at you. You’ve never seen him so vulnerable and it was so hot. He nodded, thrusting his hips forward.

    “I’ve wanted this since the first day I met you, Y/N,” You feel your heart swell at his words. Bucky had been so good to you, but now you wanted to be good for him.

    You licked his shaft, all the way until it you reached his head again. “You’ve made me feel so good about myself,” you suck harshly, taking it into your mouth before pulling off with a pop. “I wanna make you feel good, too.”

    Bucky smiled down at you sweetly, cupping your face with his flesh hand. You grinned and bent your head back down, finally taking him into your mouth fully. The hand that once cupped your cheek instantly flew to your hair, tangling itself in it. You moaned, sending little vibrations up his shaft. Relaxing your throat, you allowed him to go farther inside your mouth.

    “Jesus fucking christ!” he gasped, closing his eyes. You placed your hand on his thigh, rubbing him softly. Even though it burned, you allowed him to go further in your mouth, stopping once you gagged, earning another sweet gasp from him. This was probably the first blowjob he’s had in seventy-something years. The thought made you want to laugh, but with his size, you chose not to. You just hoped you were making him feel good.

    You began bobbing your head up and down, running your tongue over the head each time you came up for air. You peeked up at him again, only to find his eyes closed with bliss, his jaw clenched tightly. The sight of his chest rising and falling, glistening from the shower made you even more aroused. You were the luckiest woman in the world right now. Only you got to see him like this.

    His breaths started becoming quicker, exiting his lungs in small puffs. His hips began thrusting into your mouth slowly in time with your bobbing.

    “That’s it, honey.” he praised, thrusting his hips into your mouth faster. “Take all of it.”

    You whimpered, sliding your hands into your jeans and into yourself. Bucky began gently pulling on your hair, lifting it in time with his hips.

    “You’re so beautiful like this, Y/N,” he moaned, looking down at you. “I swear, your mouth was made for this. Made for me, just like I’m made for you.”

    You inserted a finger inside your wet folds, thrusting them in and out rapidly. Your other hand released his cock and gently tugged on his balls. Bobbing your head faster, you began sucking harshly. His cock twitched in your mouth again, you could feel it pulsing on your tongue. He was close.

    “…I….Y/N, I’m gonna…” He managed to say, before you felt the salty sweet taste of his cum in your mouth. Swallowing, you peer up at him and grin.

    After catching his breath, he pulled you up to him and planted a kiss on your lips.

    “That was,” he laughed breathlessly, resting his forehead against yours. “The most intense orgasm I’ve ever had.”

    You wrap your arms around his, looking into his eyes. “There’s plenty more where that came from, baby.”


    “Mr. Stark,” Friday chimed as the older man entered the building.

    “What’s up?” There’s a moment of silence before he frowned, growing concerned. Concerned Tony did not happen often.

    “Mr. Barnes’ room has gone under system 97. I suggest you authorize-”

    “Jesus, Friday!” He panics, taking off down the hallway. How long had the poor guy been in there? Was he okay? Steve was going to kill him this time!

    But as he neared Bucky’s room, the sounds of moaning echoed throughout the corridors. Curiously, Tony leaned forward, listening intently.

    “-uck me, Bucky!” Y/N cried, followed by the sounds of skin against skin and Bucky’s grunts.

    The older man grimaced, stepping away from the door as if it had the plague.

    “Sir?” Friday chimed again.

    “I think they’ll be a bit preoccupied for a few hours, Friday,” he says, staring at the door. With a shake of his head, he walked away, ignoring your screams of ecstasy.

    -FIN. ❤

    P.S. If you’re reading this and you didn’t get a Valentines this year, you’re my valentines now! *does finger guns* ❤❤



    Another sneeze, nose running so you had to reach for more tissues, stuffy head, Lord you were barely gonna last the afternoon if this kept up. Why’d you even come into work anyways? Not like things couldn’t have been taken care of in the comfort of your own apartment. But then it’d remind you of the reason you came in today in the first place. Loneliness, granted you weren’t totally alone. Nat, Clint and Sam stayed home from this last mission so company wasn’t the issues. No it’s who you want there more than anything else. To keep you warm, hold you close, kiss your forehead and tell you everything’s going to be okay.

    Course the honeymoon stage should’ve worn off by now as Tony has said more than a few times over the past several months; given the fact you and Bucky have been together for going on three years. Though you can’t help it and only hoped Bucky felt the same. Thoughts are interrupted by another coughing fit that rattles your lungs and has you gasping for breath and the desk in front of you.

    “Damn sweetheart you don’t sound so good,” Sam’s deep voice reaches your ears right as you blow your sore nose for what felt like the thousandth time today.

    Glaring, before tossing the tissues out, “Thanks for the boost in confidence birdman, I’ll be sure to fix my makeup later.”

    “That’s not what I meant Y/N,” rolling expressive chocolate eyes, Sam perches a hip on the end of your desk, arms crossed, while giving you the once over. “You look sick.”

    “And he takes another shot,” groaning when two more sneezes land in the hastily grabbed tissues. “Insults gonna stop anytime soon Wilson?”

    “Woman,” he all but growls, then chuckles seeing the half smirk on your lips, which turns into a frown at the next couching fit. “Seriously Y/N, you need to get home, meds, soup and sleep,” worry seeping into his tone.

    “I’ll be fine Sam, promise,” soft groan leaving your lips as you sit up, sore muscle being pulled from coughing so much.

    Shaking his head, “Not taking no for an answer sweetness. I won’t have that walking icicle you call a boyfriend rip me a new one for not taking care of you.”

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    Selfless Love - part 6

    Summary: A journey toward recovery and the story of a broken man falling in love with a woman.

    Word Count: 960

    Warnings: Language

    A/N: Hope you like it, it’s the slowest slow burn ever…

    Selfless Love - Masterpage

    Originally posted by love-buckybarnes

    Asking you out proved more difficult than he had thought. How do you ask your best friend out on a romantic date? He tried to rehearse it in front of his mirror, but Sam caught him and teased him endlessly. His natural response was to go to the gym and punch something.

    “What’s happening between you and Bucky?” Natasha asked with a knowing grin as you walked down the hall toward the training room.

    “Don’t act like you don’t know, Nat. It doesn’t suit you.” You bumped your shoulder with hers. “I’m not blind, I know he likes me and I like him too, but we’re… taking it slow.”

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    I Love You Baby

    Anonymous Asked: Hey I hope you’re doing okay, I have an imagine pls if you could get round to it, it would make my year! I was thinking of you could do Bucky x reader getting to know some modern movies and watching 10 things I hate about you and then later down the line professing his love for them like in the can’t take my eyes off of you scene with all the avengers keeping the reader away until the moment and maybe joining in?? Sorry it’s so long I just love the scene and think it’s so Bucky! Good luck x

    A/N: AHHHHHHHHH I LOVE THAT MOVIEEEEEEEEEE. Okay, so I basically based it completely off of the scene but obviously made it more realistic to the Avengers universe and yeah. Hope you enjoy!

    Warnings: fluff and cussing xx

    Originally posted by in-perfectenschlag

    Movie night was easily your favorite night with Bucky. Showing him modern films was always a joy, whether it be for his utter distaste for them or his fascination at far they’ve come visually in such a short amount of time. 

    Today was one of your favorite movies, a true 90s classic and a rom-com that always left you in tears. 

    “10 Things I Hate About You?” Bucky questioned, staring at the DVD case with his eyebrows raised. 

    You nodded, crossing your legs on the couch and handing Bucky the bowl of popcorn. 

    Bucky read the back of it quickly, “So this is like- a chick flick?” 

    You threw your head back and giggled, “I guess, yeah. It’s cute though.” 

    Bucky shrugged, leaning back into the couch and allowing you to cuddle into his side. 

    You listened to Bucky’s soft chuckles as the movie went on, throwing his arms up in frustration at Joey’s plan to pay Patrick to date Kat, and watching intently with a smile on his face as Patrick sang to Kat on the football field. 

    “Do you like the movie?” You asked towards the end.  

    “Shush.” Bucky said, now leaned forward on his knees and listening to Kat’s poem. 

    Soon enough, the movie ended and you sniffled as you heard the poem yet again. Bucky leaned back, “So he still gets the girl?” 

    “Yes, because he fell in love with her and she with him.” You explained, putting the now empty bowl of popcorn on the table and turning on the lights. Now you could see Bucky’s facial expression a bit more clearly, seeing the pondering look across his face. 

    You plopped down beside him, “Whatcha thinking about?” 

    He broke out of his thought, “Nothing much.” 

    Bucky and you hadn’t been dating long. A couple months at most, you weren’t really keeping track. With him, you just lived day to day without really over thinking anything. You were happy, of course, and you certainly missed him when he was gone. 

    You enjoyed having him around. He asked you out not long after you joined the Avengers, and from there you two were practically joined at the hip. You went to bed that night with a smile on your face.

    A couple days passed and you noticed Bucky had become slightly distant. You’d walk into the room and he’d walk out without so much as a glance your direction. You’d try to talk to him and he’d give you a nervous smile and walk away. 

    “I think he wants to break up.” You said to Sam one night on the balcony, looking at the cars passing beneath you. 

    “No, he doesn’t. Trust me. He’s just going through some stuff.” Sam said, scratching the back of his neck. 

    “Why can’t he talk to me about it?” 

    “You’ll find out soon enough.” 

    At one point you walked in on everyone in the kitchen, whispering about something then stopping suddenly as they noticed your presence. 

    “What’s going o-” your sentence was cut off by chairs scraping against the ground. 

    “No time to talk, (Y/N). Gotta go train.” Bucky said, kissing your cheek and rushing out of the room. 

    You went to follow him out but was stopped by Natasha and Wanda pulling you back into the kitchen. “Guys I-” 

    “No, no. We’re going to go up to my room and, uh, you’re gonna help me pick out an outfit for a date I have tonight!” Natasha yelled, looking at Wanda nervously. You furrowed your brows, “Date?” 

    “Yeah! For tonight. Come now, I don’t want to be late.” 

    You felt them pulling you towards the stairs while your feet clumsily followed, still unsure about what was going on with Bucky. 

    Steve and Sam avoided your eyes and stared down at the table as you passed, causing you to glare at them with your mind filling with unanswered questions. 

    As you made it up to Natasha’s room, she threw open the closet and started pulling out various items of clothing that you hadn’t a clue she had. Wanda sat down on the bed, crossing her legs and leaning backward, “How about that cute blue one? With the open back?” 

    Natasha shook her head, “No. It’s too bright. It’s look good on (Y/N), though.” 

    “What do I have to do with anything?” You muttered, crossing your arms as Nat grabbed the dress they were talking about. You stared in disbelief as she handed you the dress with a smirk. 

    “You don’t, but put it on anyway. For future reference.” Wanda said, her sentence thick with her accent. 

    You threw your head back with a groan, slipping off your shirt and pants and putting on the dress. 

    Natasha clapped with glee as you zipped up the lower back of the dress. “I thought you were the one with the date!” 

    “This is more fun.” Natasha giggled, pulling you down and sitting you in front of the mirror. “Whoa! What’s with the make up?” You said loudly as she pulled out a dark brown liquid lipstick. 

    “Shush. Let me work my magic.” 

    Your mind was exploding as you puckered your lips and allowed Nat to apply lipstick. You didn’t know why you complied so easily, but the feeling in your gut told you to play along and maybe you’d find answers as to why Bucky was acting the way he was. 

    Natasha quickly applied some mascara to your eyelashes and smiled brightly at you. “Will somebody please tell me what the fuck is going on?” 

    When neither of the girls said a word, you stood up and promptly walked out of the room. You were confused as to why neither of them stopped you, but you furrowed your brows and walked down the stairs quickly. 

    “Hey!” Steve stood at the bottom of the stairs, looking you up and down when he noticed your attire. “Wow- you look gorgeous.” 

    “Yeah, yeah. I’m going to go talk to Bucky.” You said stiffly, feeling the bottom of the dress drag along the wooden floors with your feet. Steve ran quickly in front of you, “No!” 

    You turned abruptly and allowed your eyes to turn to slits, “What?” 

    “Do you know any recipes for banana bread?” Steve hands were out in front of him and his face turned into an awkward toothy smile.

    “I’m gonna kill you.” You walked away and as you glanced back, you saw Steve pulling out his phone quickly and almost dropping it. 

    You walked through the corridors of the building and towards the gym, the dress flowing behind you. 

    Just as you rounded the corner to the gym, Tony stepped in your way. “Hey, how you doing babe?” 

    “I’m attempting to find my boyfriend.” 

    “I need help with something!” Tony said, blocking you with every step. 

    “What? What could you possibly need that’s so important?” 

    Tony’s foot tapped anxiously against the tile as he looked around the room. “Uhm…” 

    You glared and crossed your arms over your chest. Tony gave a sheepish grin as he tapped his watch and allowed the hand from his suit to wrap around his flesh. “Does this look like it’s working alright to you?” 

    Tony shot out from his hand, a ball of energy flying out from the circle and through the wall, leaving a perfect rounded shape with burnt edges. 

    “Tony what the fuck?!” You said after you had ducked, staring at the wall. 

    “Hm, I guess it works fine.” 

    You stomped away angrily, wondering what exactly was up with everyone in the building. You spotted the gym doors and walked through quickly, noticing immediately the echos of your steps and the emptiness of the room. 

    “Bucky?” You called out, furrowing your brows and spinning around to see he was gone. 

    You sighed, rubbing your temples to get rid of your ache. You couldn’t wrap your head around what was happening with everyone, they all acted weird and you wanted answers. 

    As if on cue, you heard a deep voice singing softly. “You’re just too good to be true.” 

    Your head whipped around and you saw Bucky with a suit on and his, his hands holding a microphone and standing perfectly in the center of the room. “Can’t take my eyes off of you…” 

    Your jaw dropped open as he continued to sing, his voice actually quite good and you hadn’t a clue he could actually sing. Images of the movie rushed through your head, a grin stretching across your face as you realized what he was doing. 

    Wheels scratched against the floor and a chair swept you off of your feet that Steve and Sam pushed together. You laughed as the spun you around and the music picked up. 

    “I love you baby!” Bucky rushed towards you, sliding on his knees and stopping at your feet. All of your attention was on him at this point, a smile across your face as you were completely oblivious to everything happening around you. 

    The music continued to play as Bucky slid closer to you and finished singing, dropping the mic and taking your hands in his. 

    “I love you.” Bucky said simply, his chest heaving and his forehead glistening. 

    You looked around, seeing everyone standing nearby with sheepish grins on their faces. “Hey… you weren’t training.” You said, earning a laugh from everyone. 

    Suddenly you were able to put everything together. The dress, the stalling, the distance from Bucky. You almost leaped out of your chair with joy as you realized that Bucky was saying that he loved you. He wasn’t going to leave you. 

    Your heart bubbled with love as you threw yourself at him, wrapping your arms tightly around his shoulders and allowing a couple of tears to slip from your eyes. “You scared me, I thought you were going to leave me.” 

    Bucky took your head in between his hands, “I can’t leave you because I love you.” 

    You jumped forward again and pressed your lips hard against his, taking in his scent and loving the feeling of his arms wrapped around you. 

    “I love you too.” 

    Cheers erupted from everyone around you, causing a blush to grow on your cheeks but not caring as you had finally figured out what was going on with everyone. 

    Bucky stood abruptly, causing you to look up at him with confusion before you lifted you bridal style off of the ground. A gasp fell from your lips as you felt nothing but his arms beneath you. “Thank you all for helping me set this up, but (Y/N) and I are off to celebrate. In private.” 

    And with that, Bucky carried you out of the gym and towards the elevator, where his lips met yours once again. 

    “Leap of Faith”

    Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

    Summary: After hiking up a beautiful cliff overlooking the ocean, you confront Steve about why he hasn’t acted on his feelings for you.

    “Castle on the Hill” (Ed Sheeran)
    “Stronger” (Clean Bandit)
    “On Our Way” (The Royal Concept)

    A belated one for JinWoo, the master of taking leaps of faith.

    A/N: This one has been in my queue for about a month, and I rewrote it yesterday after a horrible session of therapy. Forgive me for the bumps and mistakes, I’m still not used to writing for/about Steve. - j xx

    “Whoa… This is beautiful..”

    “Yeah, it is…” Steve breathes out, silenced by his awe of the view.

    The isolated cliff you stand on sits tall, almost angrily, breathing in the salty air of the ocean below with small gasps. There’s a rocky edge that looms over the majestic sea, which spawns fantastic waves. Boasting a gradation of shades ranging from a peaceful sea green to a deep blue, the ocean dances the line between raging waters and a lulling calm.

    The hike up to the high point had been a rather challenging one, but anyone who endures the hike is rewarded with with a stunning vista of the surrounding area. While the rest of the Avengers have chosen to frolic and relax on the beach, you and Steve toughed the upward hike and are treating your eyes to a view worthy of the gods.

    Steve glances at the you with a small smile. “You okay, (Y/N)?”

    “Peachy, Captain. Just peachy,” you sarcastically wheeze. You use the sleeve of your shirt -why on Earth did you wear a long sleeve on a hike?- to dab your forehead before shooting the blonde an infuriated look. “How are you not sweating? Does the serum also make you look like a model even after a six mile hike?”

    Steve glances down at his body before shrugging. “The wind blew it off?” he weakly offers. The super soldier bursts into laughter as you dramatically roll your eyes at his answer. “Sorry, (Y/N). I probably should have warned you about this hike’s difficulty.”

    “Mmhm, no wonder everyone else opted to skip the hike.” You take in a deep breath and allow yourself to bask in the warm sun and salty air. “But man, they’re really missing out,” you happily sigh.

    “Yeah, they are…”

    This time you glance at Steve, letting your eyes wander over his physique, which is fantastically showcased in his tight blue workout shirt. Your eyes return from its journey only to make eye contact with his brilliantly blue eyes. Knowing that he caught you ogling at him, Steve arches an eyebrow. You, shameless about your lustful admiration for his body, deviously bite your lower lip and wink.

    “One day that look will get you in deep trouble,” Steve grumbles. He’s suddenly aware of how hot his face is and looks away, hoping the ocean air will cool him down.

    “Too late, Captain. I’m already in too deep.”

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    Model in the Making Part 1

    Summary: (College!AU) Y/N and Bucky, one of her close friends (whom she might like a teeny tiny bit), realise they might be able to help each other out with each their own assignments, much to the amusement of the rest of the group.

    Author’s Note: Yes, guys, another series. It’s partially inspired by ‘A Lesson in Love’ by @buckyywiththegoodhair, which you should definitely read if you haven’t already because it is so damn good. 

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    Originally posted by theimpossibleg1rl

    Part One

    “Just ask her already!” Steve mutters, elbowing Bucky’s side. You turn around from the hob just in time to see Bucky glare daggers at Steve.

    “Ask who, what?” you ask, picking up a nearby towel and drying your hands.

    “Well, I need, uh, I need help with an art project,” Bucky says. He explains his request in greater detail. Each word he says causes the hair on your arms to stand up and your cheeks to warm up.

    “Uh…” you stutter, trying to think of a response. “Surely there are plenty of other girls who would be more…. suited to the task,” you say, giving him a small, tight-lipped smile, before making your way out of the room.

    “Wait! Maybe we can help each other out,” he calls. You stop in your tracks, turning around.

    “I’m listening.”

    The sheer ring of a bell wakes you from your haze of concentration, and you look down at what you’ve drawn. Wrinkling your nose in disgust, you quickly place the sheet of paper in your folder and close it. You pick up your supplies and put them in your bag, before zipping it up and slipping the bag on. You give the instructor a brief nod and a tight-lipped smile as you walk past her. Glancing at your watch, you see it’s half past eleven.

    You step out through the door of the building and breath in the sharp, cool, night air. It’s dark. You can just about see the streetlights on the main street from where you are, but you’re still a fair bit away. You pull out your phone.

    You press the contact on your phone and hold it close to your ear as you hear the familiar buzz, telling you the phone is ringing.

    “Hey, what’s up?”

    The sound coming from your phone startles you.

    “Uh, hey, Steve,” you reply, practically seeing the grin on his face. You can’t help but smile. “What are you guys up to?”

    You can hear Bucky and Sam doing stuff in the background, and knowing it’s Friday, God only knows what they have planned.

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    Worth The Risk {Part 02}

    Bucky x Reader
    Summary: Bucky knew that all Steve wanted was for him to get along with her, but was it really worth the risks?

    A/N: Finished my second last final and hit 100 followers, so here it is a little bit early! 

    Part 01 / Part 03 / Part 04 / Part 05 / Part 06 / Part 07 / Part 08 / Part 09 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 13 / Part 14 

    Word Count: 1227
    Warnings: swearing, mild violence, angst (?), probably gonna be sad 

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    After finishing the mountain of reports you had been assigned, you’d been taking full advantage of your time off. In fact, you were in middle of finishing up a particularly good episode of Black Mirror when Steve barged in, out of breath and sporting the biggest grin you’d ever seen.

    “Y/N,” he breathed out. “T’challa called.”

    You paused the TV and sat up. “What?”

    “It’s Bucky. They think they’ve figured it out this time. He’s coming back.” His eyes were practically twinkling in excitement.

    You sighed softly and pulled your hair back in to a ponytail. “Steve, just because they have a new theory doesn’t mean that Bucky is coming back. The last time they said that they were wrong. We can’t know for sure.”

    “That’s why I want you to come with me. I’m flying out in an hour.” he offered, looking down at your hopefully.

    Your eyes widened in shock as you stared up at the taller man. “But you always go alone and it’s not exactly my place to-”

    “Please, Y/N. I need you to come with me this time.”

    You could feel the small smile beginning to tug at your lips. “You can clear it with Tony?” you asked cautiously. Steve nodded and your mind was completely made up. “I’ll meet you at the quinjet in 45 minutes.”

    “Have I ever told you how amazing of a friend you are?” Steve grinned, pulling you in to a hug.

    “Maybe once or twice.” You laughed, patting him on the arm and leaving to pack your bags.

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    Sassy Stark Pt. 1

    Pairing: Dad!Tony x Daughter!Reader, a lil bit of Capsicle on the side

    Warnings: None

    Word count: 812

    A/N: Tony’s my favourite and I wanted to write a dad!Tony series for so long! The reader is slightly based on me (I say slightly, I mean completely lmao) and @fandommaniacx approved of this, so here it is. 

    Part 2  -  Part 3  -  Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7

    Originally posted by dailymarvel

    Life isn’t easy - especially not if your dad is Tony Stark and everyone expects you to be just like him and you’re not like him, at all. Admittedly, you definitely had inherited the sass and wit of your father, but definitely not his genius. Which neither him nor you gave a fuck about, it was just that the public did.

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    99 Problems (8/)

      Summary : You are an agent that worked alongside the Avengers , with an unusually close friendship with Captain Rogers. What happened when he reveals his true feelings for you before you leave on an undercover mission?  By the time you return from the mission, you’ve missed the events of Civil War.  What happens when you come home and most of your friends are gone? And when they return?

    Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Avengers x Reader.

    Warnings: Swearing, flirting, angst, fluff, and smut ;)

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                                                           Chapter 8

       You hear the door open behind you , your hands fly to your cheeks to wipe away any lingering tears. 

    “ Y/n?“  Steve asks, his voice coming from right behind you . 

    You turn to him , plastering a fake smile on, ” Good morning Steve.“ you try to sound happy, but you can tell Steve sees right through it .

    ” You know, I can still read you like the back of my hand. “ he says as he crosses his arms. You sigh, then begin telling him what happened last night with Bucky .   When you finish the story , he pinches the bridge of his nose as he groans.

    " Ill talk to him .” he says, moving towards the door. You grab his hand to stop him .

    “No, Steve this is something I should do on my own . I just - not right now.” you answer quietly .

    “ Why not right now? Y/n, he doesn’t want that girl, and if he does something with her its going to be out of spite & bother both of you. "  Yelling from outside breaks you from your conversation with Steve, you both look to the window, seeing Bucky and Johnny yelling at each other.                                                                                                                                 ” Oh shit. “ you say as you rush to the door with Steve hot on your heel. When you make it down to them , Bucky is reeling his fist back . You launch forward, grabbing onto it.

    ” Bucky no !“ you say as he turns to see who stopped him .

     ” Of course you’d be the one to stop me.“ he snaps.” What the hell is that suppose to mean?!“ you shout . Now you and Bucky are face to face, anger radiating off of both of you .

    ” Guys-“

    ” Shut up Steve.“ you both say at the same time.

    ” Bucky what the hell is wrong with you!“ you angrily ask .

    ” Theres nothing wrong with me ! Keep your boy toy on a leash , he was hitting on my girl “ His Girl? You hear the girl from the beach giggle, walking up and lacing her arm through Buckys. She leans up pressing her lips to his ,you nearly lose it . 

    You let out a cold laugh , ” Oh really ? Your new girl? “ you ask , you direct you gaze to her , ” You have 20 seconds to get the hell out of here .“ you growl at her.

    ” I don’t think so.“ She replies bravely. You send her an impressed look , then take a step towards her. Steves arm wraps around your waist stopping you ,

    ” I would listen to her ma'am. I don’t think I can hold her back.“ Steve says to the girl.  She scoffs, moving behind Bucky to use him as a shield.  Bucky is wearing a sick grin that’s begging to be wiped off his face.

     ” Steve, let me go.“ you demand, and to your surprise he listens.

    You lock eyes with the girl , ” You want him, you got him Honey. Goodluck. You did me a favor, Saved me from telling an asshat like him that I love him.“  The last words falling from your lips before you can stop them . Your eyes go wide, mirroring everyone elses. You didn’t even realize how far you had fallen until this moment when the words involuntarily flew from your lips in a moment of hurt & anger. You turn , leaving everyone absolutely silent.  You don’t try to fight the tears that are falling now as you climb the stairs to your room.   Before you can shut your door a hand slides through .

    " 10 /10 on that performance . You left everyone speechless. ” Johnny says, trying to make you laugh . When he sees he failed, he pulls you to him . You push away though , wiping the tears from your eyes.  You hear a knock on your door, and he goes to see who it is . Him and Steve return ,

    “  What Steve.” you snap when you see him staring at you .

    “  Talk to him.” Is all he says ,all you can do is laugh.

    “ You’re kidding , right Steve?” Johnny asks

    “ I  don’t think so sweetheart. That ship, has sailed and sunk. ” you say while you flop down on your bed.

     ” Y/n?“ Oh hell no.You immediately sit up at the sound of Buckys voice,

    ” Get the hell out.“ you say . You lock eyes with him, and he steps towards you . ” What don’t you understand Barnes. Get. Out.“ you growl.  He keeps moving towards you , making your anger boil over.  ” Your girl wouldn’t appreciate you being in my room ,would she? “ you question with fake sincerity.

    ” Y/n I’m sorry I shoul-“   you push past him , exiting your room.

     Johnny catches up to you before you reach the stairs , he grabs your hand, pulling you with as he sprints down the stairs.  When you reach the bottom of the stairs he grabs a random pair of keys off the hooks then continues outside.  When he hit the alarm button on the keys,Tonys red convertible starts blinking.  You hear johnny pretty much moan at the sight and he hops in the drivers seat. You leap over the passenger door,landing in the seat beside him. Both super soldiers barrel out of the front door after you guys, but its too late . The car flies past them in a blur , you can hear them yelling after you but it soon fades.       

      When you return to the house a few hours later,  you feel much better . You spent the day arm in arm with Johnny, walking around & eating at every icecream shop you could find. You both try to sneak into the house quietly,  you’re praying the team is out back or on the beach  . It was too early for them to be asleep .

    You silently close the front door,  you and johnny both yelp when FRIDAYS voice appears.  ” Sergeant Barnes, Miss Y/n has returned.“ He would ask to be told when I’m back . Fucking creep.

      Bucky walks through the kitchen doorway , standing in front of you. Awkward silence ensues, until you break it by laughing. ” Well, that was fun . But I’m gonna hit the showers. Night boys. “ you say as you go to the stairs.

     ” y/n its only like 6 !“ Johnny calls after you . You flick him off over your shoulder as you start on the stairs.  You don’t get too far before a hand wraps around your wrist. You turn on the step , as you an arm snakes around your knees and you fall over someones shoulder.

    ” What the fuck. Put me down!“ you yell, you look up seeing Johnny in the same spot you left him .Oh fuck . You realize Bucky is the one carrying you , you start squirming in his hold.

    ” Unless you wanna fall head first down the stairs I suggest you stop. “ he warns as he climbs the stairs.  When he finally stops , he tosses you onto your bed.

    “  I should of let you explain last night, I jumped to about 500 different conclusions instead. I thought you were embarrassed that Johnny caught us, or that maybe you wanted him instead.  Or that you came to your senses and realized that you deserve more than me .  I love you Y/n , I’ve known for a while, but when you kissed me I couldn’t hide it anymore. The thought of you not -”

    “ Stop.” you say  . You are barely holding in the tears now, you move from your bed to your door.

     ” Y/n please-“ his voice cracks .

    ” Your goal was to hurt me by being with that girl, right? To hurt me like you were last night? Congratulations,you got what you wanted.I thought you were different ,I didn’t think you’d ever hurt me on purpose, whether we are friends or lovers.  You’re not who I thought you were . “ 

     " I’m the same person Y/n,  I made a mistake, and I am sorry for it.  But can you honestly tell me you wouldn’t of done the same if you were in my shoes last night ? If I pushed you away , what would you of done?” he was getting aggravated now, anger taking over his tone.  

    “ I would of let you explain!”

    “ Oh really? Like you did today when you took off with Johnny!?” he shouts.Oh crap. 

    You sigh , realizing he is partially right. When you don’t answer, he sighs as he pinches the bridge of his nose. You walk back to the bed and sit on the edge. He sits next to you , your elbows brushing eachothers.

     "When I came here, I really only had Steve.  You didn’t even know me, and you came to my rescue when Ross showed up . You came hurling into my life like a hurricane; a beautiful, crazy as fuck, caring hurricane. You blew away everything I thought I knew , and accepted me as I am; a broken monster . I didn’t think I stood a chance, why would someone as wonderful & sweet as you , love a disaster like me?“ he says . 

     You turn, your hands going to cradle his cheek. Tears are slowly falling down your cheeks at his words, at how low he sees himself.

    ” You are not a monster, do you hear me Bucky? You are far from it .“ you tell him , but you see the insecurity in his eyes.  " I didn’t want to push you away , ” you sigh , trying to gain the courage to continue, “ You spent your life having decisions made for you , never having the chance to choose what you wanted to do . I didn’t want to bombard you with my feelings, and make you think you had to feel the same.  You’re still piecing together your memories Buck, I didn’t want to add more weight on your shoulders. “ 

    ” So , you made the choice for me , huh?“ he scoffs.

     ” No! I was just- okay I know it seems like that . But I wasn’t - ugh this is just so- I wanted to talk about it with you last night. See if that was you really wanted, if I was what you really wanted .“ you say shyly.  The room is filled with silence, until Buckys deep laughter shatters it. You whip your head towards him in  confusion at his outburst.  

    He shakes his head, then leans over and places his lips gently on yours in a quick kiss, ” I love you.“ he says , his lips brushing against yours.

    ” I love you Bucky.“ you confess. The second the words leave your lips his fingers card through your hair, pulling you closer to him . You don’t resist, giving in as his lips move with yours . You run your tongue over his bottom lip, and he immediately parts his lips to let you in. As the kiss gets dirtier, you push his shoulders back, knocking him flat on the bed . You straddle his lap, quickly taking off your shirt. 

    You lean back down to connecting your lips once again . His hands are all over you , massaging your breasts, then sliding down your sides to grope your ass . He flips you both , then removes the rest of your clothes, then his. The feeling of his metal fingers swiping through your drenched folds sends a new set of chills through your body.  His fingers tease your clit as his lips trail down your neck .  

    ” Bucky , I cant wait. Just please.“ you beg through the moans that slip out. He leans down , starting a passionate kiss as he glides his cock through your folds . Your hips lift as you feel his tip prodding at your entrance . He slides into you , both of you moaning at the feeling . He gives you a moment to adjust before he begins slowly thrusting .  He stays slow for a while, before he grips your hips and starts pounding into you.

    ” God, you don’t know how good you feel doll. “ his voice was raspy and strained.Your back arches as he picks up his pace, you can tell you aren’t going to last long from the way you can already feel yourself clamping around him.

     "Bucky I’m-"   His grip tightens on your hips, his pace quickening as he slams even harder into you . ” Oh my god.“ you whimper . You spiral into your orgasm, loud whines leaving your lips as you tightly shut your eyes.  Bucky doesn’t stop though , just continues relentlessly fucking you as he chases his finish.

    ” I think I can get one more out of you Darling.“ he says between grunts. His fingers find your clit, the feeling of cold metal hitting your sensitive folds sends a shock through you . He keeps his animalistic pace as he harshly circles your clit. You can feel his rhythm falter, signaling you that hes close.

    ” Bucky , harder !“  He listens, almost violently fucking you into your second orgasm and him into his . He cums moaning your name, and you swear it’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever heard.   He rolls off to your side, both of you panting  .

      ” Mr.Barnes,  Mr Stark requests your presence in the back yard when you are ready .“  FRIDAYS voice startles both of you . You can feel the ache in your body forming already as you stand to dress.  Before you can take a step, Buckys arm is around your waist tugging you back down.  

    ” Don’t go anywhere. Ill be back. “ He says as he gently kisses you . You giggle and lay back down.    

     When you wake up , you grab your phone and see its been a couple hours since Bucky went to talk to Tony. You look to the other side of your bed and find it empty. Where is he?  You roll out of bed to find him . You find him in the kitchen, staring out the back windows at the ocean.  His posture was tense, setting off alarms in your mind. What could Tony of possibly said to him  .

    ” You never came back .“ you say quietly. He doesn’t turn around when he responds ,

    ” I know. “ You step behind him, beginning to wrap your arms around his waist from behind. As your hands go to meet at his stomach his hands stop you, grabbing onto yours and removing them .  

    "  Whatever this is, its over."  he says coldly.

    "  What are you -  It barely even started Bu-”

    “ Its over. I dont want this. ”

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    Pairing: Steve reader

    Summary: the avengers were being troubled by a vigilante; you. they had been trying to catch you for a while, but had failed in every attempt. You finally decided to end this game by confronting the handsome star-spangled man.

    A/N: and I finally wrote something. Please ignore any errors, I’m sleep deprived and have a whole lot of stuff to do. this is an introductory part, it will be kind of steamy, flirty series. Hope you like it!

    Warning(s): none! (how is this possible!?)

    Word Count: 1504

    PART 2

    Originally posted by imaginingbucky

    Tony frowned as another report about the so called ‘hero’ was handed over to him. he read it and sighed. they didn’t mind your help, anything to help save the world was welcomed. but they were still dubious about letting you continue doing so alone. After all, they couldn’t have blind faith in you and sit their believing that you won’t ever cause any harm.

    ‘it’s her again, isn’t it?’ Steve asked tony as he entered the common room.

    ‘yup, our new saviour!’ he waved the report at him. Steve took the report and gave it a quick read.

    ‘we really have to find her. it’s getting a little out of hand.’ he said as he placed the file on the table.

    ‘a little? On that last mission, she flew right past me with a wink and sent me flying back with her powers!’ he waved his hand in the air. Steve tried to hide his smile as the memory of tony spinning in the air helplessly popped in his mind. ‘I know you’re laughing, cap.’

    ‘I’m sorry. well, you don’t have to worry about it now,’ he kept a hand on his shoulder. ‘Clint and I are going to make this bust at a warehouse today, I bet she’ll be there.’

    ‘well, she better be. And can you do me a favour?’ he asked and steve nodded. ‘rip off that bandana of hers from her mouth and burn it in front of her.’ Tony said and he rolled his eyes.

    ‘come on, tony. You shouldn’t have tried to touch it at the first place.’ Steve said

    ‘yeah, yeah. Just go bring her here.’ He said before Steve left.

    Clint and Steve were crouched near the window of the old warehouse. they stayed in the position without moving an inch, watching the gang members as they loaded their supplies. Steve was growing impatient every minute, he was growing tired of not being able to catch you. being captain America and a former soldier, he was getting very frustrated not being able to complete his mission.

    Clint rubbed his arms as the chilly wind blew past him. ‘I am getting really tired of this whole cat mouse thing we have going on with this girl.’ He said getting up.

    ‘yeah, it’s driving me crazy! Whenever she gets out of my hand I feel so..’ he looked for a better word to describe his anger and frustration but couldn’t find one.

    ‘useless and frustrated?’ someone suggested.

    ‘yeah.’ he nodded. they both swivelled quickly as they recognized your voice.

    ‘you!’ Clint pointed and lunged at you but you dodged him effortlessly.

    ‘yes, it’s me.’ you grinned but they couldn’t see it because of the bandana tied across your face. ‘hello, darlings. Did you miss me?’ you said in a shrill, flirty voice.

    ‘oh, more than you think.’ Steve quirked his brows.

    ‘well, I sort of have that effect on people.’ you said before taking off. ‘I think we can continue this chatter after doing some work.’ They heard your voice from a distance.

    ‘can I shoot an arrow at her?’ Clint looked at Steve.

    ‘no, we want her alive.’ he took out his shield.

    ‘not even a little bit?’ he looked at him before jumping through the window.

    It took you minutes to clear the base. it never really took you much time with your telekinetic abilities, super strength and power of flight, it was a piece of cake. You tied the last guy with the pole and faced Steve and Clint.

     ‘you’re welcome.’ You bowed. ‘seems like you’ve got everyone you need, I guess I’ll leave.’ you were about to take off before Steve stopped you.

    ‘no, not everyone. We need you to come with us.’ Steve said with a tone of authority.

    ‘oh, and what makes you think I’ll do that?’ you crossed your arms. You flew near him, your face inches from him and your heights equal as you levitated.

    ‘we have a good opportunity for you, you can help without being a nuisance that way.’ Clint said.

    ‘well,’ you locked eyes with Steve and he gulped slightly. ‘the offer surely is tempting.’

    ‘so, you’re coming?’ Steve asked.

    ‘hmm,’ you pretended to think. ‘on one condition.’ You looked at Clint and then back at Steve.

    ‘what?’ Clint asked.

    ‘I’ll be here for five more minutes,’ you said.

    ‘and?’ Steve quirked a brow.

    ‘and if you’re able to find me, I’ll be very happy to come with you.’ you smiled.

    ‘oh god, why…?’ Clint pinched the bridge of his nose.

    ‘oh well,’ you looked at Clint and back at Steve. You grabbed Steve by the neck of his suit and whispered in his ear. ‘catch me if you can.’ You winked at him and left.

    ‘alright, let’s get this over with.’ Clint clapped his hands and set out to find you.

    ‘yeah.’ Steve snapped out from his thoughts and followed him.

    Steve was looking in the basement area while Clint searched for you on the upper floor. Steve was determined to find you, it had been too long, he never left a mission or task incomplete. He wasn’t in the mood to let you slip this time too. He sighed as he looked around the storage room, it was filled with old furniture and all kinds of rubbish.

    ‘I am really tired of playing this hide and seek!’ he finally called out. ‘why do you have to do this!?’ he spoke out loud but received no response. He puffed his cheeks before walking deeper into the room. the place got darker and colder as he made his way in. A certain eerie feeling seemed to have settled in.

    ‘is she trying to murder me?’ he muttered to himself.

    You sidled up to his side and he jumped back a little.‘I would never kill you, you’re Captain America.

    ‘good god!’ he kept a hand on his chest. ‘okay,’ he straightened up. ‘now, according to your condition, as I’ve found you, you’ll have to come with us.’

    ‘technically,’ you moved closer to him. ‘I found you.’ you pointed at him and he rolled his eyes.

    ‘I don’t care! Come with me now.’ He tried to grab your hand but you pinned him to the wall. ‘what the-? What are you doing?’ he tried to get out of your grip but you were stronger than him.

    ‘try as much you want, darlin’. Super strength.’ You tightened your grip to demonstrate. ‘so, why do you guys want me to join the freak show?’ you asked.

    ‘so that you can help in the proper way, use your powers for good.’ He said without a line of worry on his forehead. If there was anything he had learned after all these years, it was to keep his calm in such situations.

    ‘I think we can talk about that, I would like talk to one of you first. I can’t reveal my identity just yet.’ You said and he gave you a confused look.

    ‘and you would want that person to be…?’ he asked.

    ‘the man I have in a compromising position.’ You said and he could hear the grin in your voice. ‘alright, tomorrow, 7 pm, at this address.’ You handed him a neatly folded piece of paper. ‘don’t keep me waiting.’

    ‘I won’t. can you leave me now?’ he tried to wiggle out of your grip.

    ‘oh yeah, sure.’ You let him go and he rubbed his wrists.

    ‘you’re strong, you can fly and you have telekinetic abilities.’ He looked at you.

    ‘yup, I’ve got the perfect package don’t you think?’ you asked and he chuckled in response.

    ‘you gonna take that off?’ he pointed at your bandana.

    ‘you have to be patient for such things, love.’ You winked and he felt his stomach flip. Was he attracted to you? it couldn’t be, he didn’t even know you that well he couldn’t…

    He cleared his throat and shook off all those thoughts. ‘so, I guess I’ll meet you tomorrow.’

    ‘you bet.’ You pointed at him and began to walk in the direction of the exit. ‘oh, I almost forgot.’ You quickly kissed his cheek. ‘thanks for throwing your Frisbee thingy at that guy.’ You said before leaving.

    ‘you’re… welcome.’ He breathed and kept a hand on his cheek. ‘and hey! It’s not a Frisbee!’ he called out and received your laughter in response. ‘that’s a cute laugh.’ He thought. He leaned against the wall with a faint smile. he was liking where this was going.

    ‘hey Steve!’ Clint shouted.

    ‘what!?’ Steve shouted back.

    ‘you found her?’ he asked making his way into the basement.

    ‘yup, more than that actually. She’s willing to talk.’ He waved the piece of paper at him.

    ‘good, let’s get going.’ Clint pointed in the direction of the exit and he nodded.

    Steve couldn’t help but think about you. it was your images that filled his mind. he couldn’t wait to see you again. It was going to be a long night before a day full of surprises.

    agentraven007  asked:

    OTP Drabble Challenge #45 Bucky x Reader

    45. “I’m your lock screen?!” - “You weren’t supposed to see that.”

    “Yo! Steve, can you bring me my phone?” You hollered to your friend as you kneaded the bread dough in front of you.

    “What could you possibly need your phone for while baking bread?” Steve responded from the other room, he sounded busy too.

    “I wanna listen to music and I don’t have my playlists synced with FRIDAY yet.” You paused, waiting to see if he’d respond. He didn’t. “Please!

    “Jesus…” Steve mumbled under his breath. “Hey, Buck, can you-”

    “Yeah, where is it?” Bucky got up from the couch and set his book down.

    “Here.” Steve held it up. Bucky gave him a puzzling look, curious as to why the hell Steve had your phone. “I was actually trying to find some new songs to listen to so she lent me her phone.”

    Bucky shook his head and took the device, twirling it in his fingers as he strutted to the kitchen. He chuckled at the sight of you, flour spotted your clothing and parts of your face. You’d even managed to get some in your hair. He held your phone up when you noticed him enter the room.

    “Can you put my top playlist on?” You plopped the dough in a pot and covered it with a lid. 

    “Yeah, what’s your…” His voice trailed off and you peered up at him as you slid the cast iron into the oven. “I’m your lockscreen?” 

    “Fuck!” You burned your hand and quickly yanked it back, closing the oven door with your foot. “You weren’t supposed to see that.”

    “Where did you get this picture?” He smiled down at your phone before cocking at eyebrow at you. “This is from the time we visited the beach last month, right?”

    “Yeah.” You cleared your throat and turned the sink on with your elbow. “You just looked so happy running around with Steve…playing in the water, laughing, flirting with the babes; I thought I’d take a few candid pictures.”

    “What made you choose this one as your background?” His smile had been replaced with a devious smirk.

    “I just like the picture.” You dropped your gaze and fought the grin tugging on your lips.

    “It is a pretty decent picture of me. Shows off how muscular I am.” You could feel his gaze boring into you and your strength betrayed you. You dropped your head and laughed, drying your hands off and bringing them up to hide your face. “And my massive bulge.”

    “Oh my god!” You turned around and giggled into your hands.

    “I think it’s only fair that since I’m your lockscreen, you become mine.” Bucky circled in front of you and lowered your hands. He had his phone raised and with a tap of his thumb he had captured your beautifully embarrassed expression. “You’re so adorable.”

    He chuckled before handing you your phone. He pushed a strand of hair out of your face and dropped down, placing a kiss on your cheek. You forced an eye roll as he walked away. You groaned and shook your head.

    “I’m such an idiot.”

    Years (Bucky x Reader)

    Request: Can I please have a fic where Bucky and the reader are friends, and it shows their lives together? Like how it progresses into a relationship? Also bonus points if this is in the past!

    Word Count: 2797

    AN: You were born the same year as Steve (1918), making Bucky a year older (1917). 

    | Feedback is very much appreciated | Requests are open |


    “Come on, Steve!” You grab the small boy’s hand, gently pulling him behind you. “My grandma made fudge, she said you could come over!”

    Steve’s eyes light up as the corners of his mouth turned upward. “Wow, [Y/N]! That sounds swell-”

    “Sorry,” A smug voice cuts Steve off. “But Steve has other plans.”

    “Won’t you just get lost, Barnes.?” You cross your arms letting out a large huff. “It’s my turn to play with Steve.”

    “Well, Steve wants to go play down by the creek.” The brown haired boy looks towards his nervous looking friend. “Ain’t that right, Steve?”

    “Actually, Bucky-”

    “No,” You cut in. “Steve wants to come over and eat fudge.” You cling to the side of your best friend, wrapping your arms around his. “Ain’t that right, Stevie?”

    “That sounds-”

    “Steve wants to come with me.” Bucky takes a step closer, sending you a piercing glare. 

    “No, he wants to come to my house.”

    “Actually guys,” Steve squeeze out of your arms and slowly walks backward towards his house. “I think I’m going to head home.”

    As Steve walks away you look back to Bucky, staring at him with a blazing fire in your eyes. “Look what you did!” You yell.

    “What I did?” Bucky throws his hands in the air. “You made him run away!”

    “You’re such a jerk, James Buchanan Barnes!”

    “And you’re stupid, [Y/N] [L/N]!”


    “James!” You let out a booming scream, echoing down the street. Your face is red with anger as you storm towards the smug looking, Bucky Barnes. 

    “Try and catch me, [Y/N]!”

    You hold down the side of your plaid dress, chasing the dark-haired boy. “Bucky!”

    “Seriously, [Y/N], it’s rude not to share with your best friend!” Bucky called back, sending you a large grin over his shoulder as he shoves his hand into the bag of candy you spent all your allowance on. “Mmm, vanilla my favorite!” 

    "Bucky stop! Those aren’t for you!”

    “But I’m so hungry!” Bucky laughed “You shouldn’t want you friend to starve to death.”  He turns away from you, walking at a casual pace. He thinks you’re too tired to catch up, but after a few second he feels as sudden weight jump onto his back. 

    “Give them back!” You screech. 

    “Ow, stupid! Get off of me!!”


    “Hey there, sweet cheeks.”

    You let out a loud groan knowing exactly who’s speaking to you. You slam your locker shut, finding just the person you were avoiding standing behind it. You tuck a curl behind you ear, looking away from the obnoxious teenage boy. “What do you want Colin?”

    The boy who’s completely infatuated with you sends you a flirtatious smile, shuffling closer to you. “I was wondering if you wanted to go and get some fries after school?”

    “No thank you.” 

    “Aw, come one.” He brings a hand to your waist. “I’ll even pay.”

    “I’m busy, Colin.” You move out of his grasp, attempting to get to class.

    “Hey,” He grabs your hand, making you drop your text books. You try to pull your hand out of his hold, but he’s squeezing with all of his force, making it nearly impossible to escape. “I didn’t-”

    “Hey, twit” A booming voice cuts off Colin. “Let the lady go.” Colin’s grip loosens. You take the advantage, ripping your wrist out of his hold. 

    “Bucky Barnes,” Colin laughs. “Always coming to [Y/N]’s rescue.”

    “I wouldn’t have to if you had some respect for the girl.” Bucky steps closers to Colin, bring his face inches away from his. “Now beat it before I get the baseball team involved.”

    “Whatever.” Colin shrugs and walks down the hall, disappearing into a classroom.

    Bucky picks up a couple of your fallen books, passing them to you. He lets out a small sigh and shakes his head. “You and Steve really need to stop getting into trouble, it ain’t good for my heart.”


    "Steve, Bucky!” You call from across the diner, balancing a serving tray in one hand and an over-flowing glass of cola in the other. You nod your head towards an empty booth, "Go make yourselves at home, I’ll be there in a split!”

    A large smile plays at Bucky’s lips as he nods back to you. “Sure thing, Doll!” 

    The pair sits down in the leather booth. Steve casually picks up a menu, amused as Bucky twists his neck to watch you tend to your other customers. Steve shakes his head and lets out a small laugh. Bucky takes his gaze off of you and turns to his friend. “What?”

    "You’re not very discreet, Buck.” Steve jokes, smirking to his best friend. Bucky scowls at him before breaking into a grin, snatching the menu from Steve’s hands. 

    “You already know I like her, Punk,” Bucky states, still with a grin lingering on his face as he scans over the menu.

    Steve shakes his head and pushes his hair out of his face. “Going out every night with all of those girls doesn’t show it.”

    Bucky laughs softly, setting down the menu. “She’s smart, Steve. She doesn’t fall for my shit.”

    “She’s known you longer than the other girls, of course, your sweet talkin’ isn’t going to win her over.”


    “I’ve never had a gal to call my own, Bucky. I’ve never been kissed, I’ve never gone on a date, and hell, a girl’s never even show interest in me.” Steve leans towards his friend. “How is it that only I know what you’re doing wrong here?”

    Bucky opens his mouth to respond, but you come to there table holding a pad of paper. “Good afternoon, troublemakers.” You rest your hands on the table with a large smile adorning your face. “This ain’t bad for a first job, don’t you say, boys?

    Steve laughs and pats your hand. “Congrats, [Y/N]. Now you can pay for our milkshakes.”

    You tilt your head back in laughter. “Maybe one day, Stevie. I still need to get paid for that to happen.”

    “You know,” Bucky interrupts. “You could always save a dollar by sharing one with me instead?”

    You roll your eyes. “In your dreams, Barnes.” You take out your pencil to write the order of your two best friends, but you’re called by another customer. “Sorry, boys, I’ll be back in one sec.”

    Bucky watches as you jog over to a table across the diner. Steve shakes his head, finishing the conversation between the two of them moments ago.“The problem is that you treat like all the other girls. She isn’t like those girls, she’s [Y/N]. She already likes you-.”

    Bucky’s eyes widen, cutting Steve off. “Really?”

    Steve shakes his head and lets out an annoyed groan. “How are you good with girls?”


    “I don’t trust that guy, Steve.” Bucky slowly takes a sip of his cola, glaring at the man who’s constantly flirting with you. The worst part being, you’re flirting right back at him.

    “Well, I’d hate to say it, but since you won’t ask her out, she is technically allowed to flirt with whoever she feels like.” Steve mumbles, taking a sip of his own drink.

    “But right in front of us?”

    “How’s that different than what you do?” Bucky chokes on his drink, sending a glare to his shorter friend. “What? I’m not wrong, Bucky.”


    “Come on Stevie, hurry up!” You run a few feet ahead of Bucky and his dates, holding Steve’s hand, unable to contain your excitement. 

    Steve laughs at your behavior. “Slow down [Y/N], you’re gonna rip my arm right out of the socket.”

    You freeze at the entrance, sending Steve a sheepish smile. “Sorry, Steve.”

    “Don’t be,” Steve nudges your shoulder. “I know you’re excited.”

    “Excited is an understatement!” You look towards the shining building, bouncing on the balls of your feet. “I’ve always dreamed of coming to Stark Expo!”

    Bucky comes up behind the two of you with both of his arms slung across the shoulders of his dates. “I’m calling bull, [Y/N].” Bucky sends you a large smirk. “You’ve always dreamed about seeing Howard Stark.”

    A blush creeps onto your cheeks, only helping out Bucky’s case. “Shut up, Jerk.”

    “Never, Stupid.”

    You roll your eyes and look towards the two girls Bucky had brought with him. “Girls,” You walk towards them. “How about you lot come and get some popcorn with me and I’ll tell you any embarrassing thing about Bucky you’d like to know.” The girls look towards each other letting out small laughs. They walk towards you, eagerly following you to the concession stand. 

    Bucky watches as his dates walk off with you. “What an ass.”

    Steve shakes his head. “Coming from the guy who brought two dates when the girl he loves is going with me?”

    “I don’t love, [Y/N]”

    “I do know a thing or two, and I know that you and [Y/N] like each other. It’s almost painful to watch.”

    “You couldn’t be any more wrong, Steve.”

    “Whatever you say, Buck.”

    “Shut it, Punk.”


    “I’m fine, Steve.”

    Bucky leans into the now muscular side of his best friend as they walk down the base stationed in Italy. Bucky’s head feels cloudy and steadily pounds against his skull, still feeling groggy from his rescue from the HYDRA base. Steve, as usual, can see straight through Bucky’s lies.

    "Just go see the damn nurse." 

    Bucky glares up at him, not yet used how his his once five foot friend now towers over him. "Listen well, Punk. I just need a good nap, a half decent meal, and possibly a beer. I don’t need to visit the nurse, I’m sure she must have more than enough on her plate right now.”

    Steve lets out a deep sigh. “And that bullet wound?”

    “No clue what you’re talking about.”

    “Bucky, just go visit the nurse,” Steve groans, running a hand down his face. 

    “When did you become my mother? I don’t want to see the goddamn nurse!”

    “Good, she doesn’t want to see you either.” You yell out at your ever so stubborn friend. "But I guess there are others I can tend to instead.“

    Bucky’s eyes widen as he turns to find you standing at the end of the hall. You smiling face bring his heart to come to a sudden stop. 

    "Steve, I’d like to see the nurse now.”


    You sit in a worn-down leather bar stool, swirling around the remains of your amber-coloured escape. Its scent lingers throughout the whole bar, as many others, feeling the exact same way as you, attempt to drown out their pounding emotions. You’ve been here for a while, yet you’ve only drunk one drink. You sigh deeply, ready to finish the glass of burning liquid.


    You close your eyes and let out a soft sigh. You take a final swig of your drink, turning your head to the source of the voice. "What is it, Bucky?”

    “Whiskey?” He shakes his head “You hate whiskey.”

    “Yeah,” You wave over the bartender, “But that doesn’t mean I hate what it does.” You look down at your drink, hearing him sit on the stool next to you.

    The bartender finally comes over to you with a fresh bottle of whiskey, filling your glass halfway once again. He starts to walk away, to clean up the mess that many drunken men have made, but Bucky motions for him to come back. He orders a glass to match yours and instantly downs it. “What happened earlier-”

    “Shut it, Barnes.”


    “Not now.”

    The bartender fills up Bucky’s glass once more, and walks away. Bucky lets out a small groan and pushes a hand though his hair. “I’ve been looking for you all day.” He takes a sip. “I came in here mainly for myself, but when I saw you sitting over here I almost left. I know you need your alone time.” He place his glass on the dingy counter, and looks towards you. You keep your eyes trained on your fingers as they circle the rim of your cup. 

    “Then why didn’t you just walk out?”

    “I almost did.” He admitted. “I just needed to make sure that you’re okay.”

    You lift up your glass, swallowing the whiskey. You feel as it burns it’s way down your esophagus. “I don’t need to talk, James.”

    “James?” Bucky raises an eyebrow. A small smile plays at his lips. “That’s seriously taking our relationship back years.”

    You let out a bitter laugh and swallow the last bit of your drink, placing a five dollar bill onto the counter. “I should head to bed, you Commandos have a big day tomorrow and I’m almost positive that you’ll find a way to get hurt.”

    Bucky moves his hand on top of yours as you set down the bill, causing you to freeze. “You know what happened today wasn’t your fault, right?”

    You turn your head towards him, trying your best to keep your face as stoic as possible. “It is-”

    “Don’t you dare tell me that.”

    You take a deep breath desperately trying to keep a blank face, keeping your tears at bay. “Bucky…”

    “You did all that you could, doll.” Bucky takes a step closer to you, placing his hand gently on your shoulder. “We’re in a war, [Y/N]. People are bound to get injured, and you can’t blame yourself for not being able to save all of them.”

    “I can’t help but think that I failed my job. I’m here to help the injured, but I couldn’t save-”

    “Stop it.”

    “But I could have-”

    Wanting to comfort you, he pulls you into a tight embrace. “No one blames you [Y/N].” You instantly relax in Bucky’s arms, relishing in the safe feeling that he exudes. Not realizing what he’s doing, Bucky tilts your head up, staring deeply into your eyes. “Especially me.”

     A pressure builds up in Bucky’s chest, feeling as if his heart could burst at any second. His stomach felt as though it had been tied in knots, unable to stop flipping and turning. Without thinking, he brings his lips to meet yours. You close your eyes in response, not thinking either. He kisses you again and again, each kiss more intense than the last. He pulls you against him, wanting to be as close as possible. His heart races as he feels your form tightly against his. 

    Time was stopped until a loud yell came from across the bar, following the smashing of a bottle.

    A few moments of silence pass before Bucky finally decides to speak up. “Now do you want to go?”

    You laugh and slap his shoulder, sending him a playful look. “Shut up, Jerk.”

    “Never, Stupid.”

    You continue to laugh as you step out of Bucky’s arms. You pick up your jacket that’s draped over the leather stool. “As much as I’d hate to leave right now,” You look back to Bucky. “I should really get to bed, and so should you.”

    “Now you’re telling me when to sleep? You’re almost as bad as Steve.”

    “Well,” You walk towards Bucky, leaving a lingering kiss on his lips. “You can’t jump onto a moving train half asleep.” 

    “You really doubt my skills, [Y/N].” He grins cockily, also kissing you softly.

    “Whatever you say, Buck.” You place one last kiss on his lips. “Just to let you know, Buck, I’ve been waiting nearly fifteen years for you to do that.”

    “Doll, I’ve been wanting to do that for fifteen years.”

    You laugh, putting on your jacket. “Well, if you want another one, you’ll have to promise me you won’t get hurt.”

    "Me and you both know that I get hurt just so I can see you,” Bucky smirks cockily.

    You shake your head and walk towards the bar doors. You look over your shoulder, sending Bucky a breath taking a smile. “Just promise me you won’t go falling off or anything. I’m not that good of a nurse.”


    You can’t believe they’re gone.

    ‘Steven Grant Rogers 1918-1945′

    You can’t believe that after twenty years they left you alone.

    ‘James Buchanan Barnes 1917-1944′

    Your eyes shine with rolling waves of tears, overflowing and streaming down your dampened, scarlet, cheeks. Your cries are silent, though your breaths come out in rapid and wheezy pattern. 

    You’ve never felt pain like this.

    The gloomy day grew darker the longer you stayed. It seemed as if all nature was weeping for Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers.

    “You promised to always be here for me, Stevie.” You cried. “And you-” Your words get caught in your throat, making you gasp for air. ”I told you not to fall, Jerk.” 

    Asking For It [1/?]

    Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

    Warning: Swearing, arguing, sister trouble, and basically shit gets ugly.

    A/N: Let me know what you think and if you want to be tagged?

    Your life couldn’t get more perfect, an Avenger, engaged to Steve Rogers, your life was better than you planned. That is till your twin sister shows up, shady as they come you knew better than to trust her. Mirrored features, but two completely different people. She’s stirring up trouble in your perfect life, but what happens when Buck falls hard for her and you know she’s up to no good?Can you convince him she’s bad news before he’s too far into her web?

    “Coffee?” You lean over the bed resting on your hands, grinning at Steve.

    “Mm yes.” Steve smirks at you, leaning up kissing you. “I’ll be in the gym.” Steve sighs as you straighten up, he gets out of bed.

    “Work out with Buck?” You giggle as you pull your shoes on.

    “No some of the new recruits.” Steve chuckles leaning down and kissing your neck, leaving you grinning after him.

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    Never Enough (College AU) part 2

    Y/N Y/L/N is the most popular girl in school. Her life seems picture perfect and there is nothing she could want more. Or is there? And what role does the biggest nerd in school Bucky Barnes have in her life? Stay tuned and find out!

     Wordcount: 2403

     Pairing: Bucky x Reader

     Warnings: None that I am aware of. 

     A/N: Sorry it took so long guys. I do not have any discipline at all and I’m lazy as fuck. My apologies.

    It has been three weeks since the incident with Bucky and really nothing’s changed. You don’t bully him anymore but that’s about it.

     After you had brought Bucky to the schools nurse you went back to the cafeteria where Pietro and Nat were waiting for you.  As you stood in front of them, waiting for them to speak up first, you crossed your arms and a frown appeared on your face. After almost five minutes you realized that you would have to be the one to start the conversation and spoke up.

    “What the hell is wrong with you two!?” At this both of them finally looked up at you.

    “He was touching you! He had his fucking hands on your waist. I’m your boyfriend Y/N, I am supposed to scare other guys away.” Defended Pietro.

    “First of all, yes he had his hands on my waist, but that was to prevent me from falli-“

    “He was the one that made you fall in the first place!” Sad Natasha. You gave her a stern look that silenced her.

    “Accidents happen. Where was I? Yes, and second of all: you are allowed to scare them off, not break every bone in their body for saving me from a nasty fall! And Natasha, I had expected a little more of you instead you just crouched next to his face and started to say these terrible things to him. Things that I don’t even say to my sister, and that should say a lot!” They both had seemed to lose their interest in you and instead focused on their shoes.

    “You know what? I’m going home and let you think about this. You can talk to me again when you feel like apologizing to me and especially to Bucky!” After saying that you stormed off and took the bus home. That evening, much to your mothers dismay, Pietro stopped by to apologize and swore he’d done the same with Bucky. The next morning Natasha was there to pick you up and apologized too.

    And right now you were sitting in your arts class. You sat down next to Wanda and flashed a smile at Bucky and Steve who were sitting in front of her. To this, you noticed, Steve shot Bucky a weird look, who just shrugged it off.

    “Last week we talked about the new drawing projects that have to be made. I have already made the groups and e-mailed it to you. I want everyone’s drawing at the end of the month.” Our arts teacher said strictly. And again I regretted my decision to join arts class instead of Spanish. I might not like to learn another language but I can’t draw for shit. That was why I felt really lucky to have Steve in my group. The two others in our group were Bucky and Christine Everhart. After rearranging the whole class so that everyone sat with their group you were the first to say something.

    “Could someone maybe fill me in on what the project is? I don’t recall ever having heard about it.”

    “We have to make a drawing, painting or whatever the hell you prefer more of something pretty.” Answered Christine. You knit your eyebrows at her answer and look at Steve and Bucky. Bucky chuckles and Steve lets out a sigh.

    “We do have to paint something that interests us, something that is worthy of a whole assignment about it because that’s also part of the project.” Steve explains.

    “I can’t draw but how about we draw something like a beach sunset? Would that be okay with you, Steve?” Bucky suggested.

    “I can work with that. Maybe it would be nice to have a someone in it too? Christine? Or Y/N maybe?” Your eyes widened and Christine’s face contoured in disgust.

    “Oh my God, why would you think I would ever agree to that? Don’t you know how gross sand is? It’s like a huge cat litter.” Then Steve suggested that Christine writes the assignment, because she’s always been good at turning stories prettier than they are or just the way she likes them.

    “I wouldn’t mind to pose. It will make me feel less useless as I don’t have any good qualities in the shape of art.” You suggest.

    “Well the, that’s settled. I can take pictures to add to the assignment so we all have a part in the project, but when and where are we gonna be able to pull the whole girl in beautiful sunset drawing?” Bucky adds.

    “My house is only a ten minute drive away from a beautiful, small beach. We could go there.” You used to visit the small beach a lot in the past few weeks and found the most beautiful sunsets there.

    “Great! They predict good weather tomorrow. We should go then.” After Steve said this you all began to exchange phone numbers and the times you’d be off the next day. At the end of class everything was arranged.

    And just like everything was planned, you were on the beach the next afternoon. The sun was already starting to set so Steve somehow clicked into this very professional mode and started to tell you what to do.

    Just before you left the school you had changed into your favorite summer dress. A white, knee length dress covered in lace. After changing you and Steve got into Christine’s car and she drove to the beach. Bucky had the day off so he’d be joining you there.

    It didn’t take Steve very long to find the right pose and place for you to be in. He made you sit on a big rock, that seemed to exist out of a couple of smaller rocks attached to each other, that lay in the water.

    “Oh yeah, this is perfect! Keep staring into the distance and don’t move.” Steve ordered.

    “Yes sir.” You mocked.

    “What time is it?” You ask after what seems like an hour.

    “You’ve only been sitting there for like fifteen minutes, y/n.” Sighs Steve and Christine lets out a giggle.

    “Ugh! Posing sucks, people.” To this you hear a chuckle that definitely does not belong to either Steve or Christine. “Bucky! You’ve finally arrived.” You let out dramatically. You’re about to turn your head, but not without Steve noticing.

    “Do. Not. Move.” He orders strictly. “Oh and Bucky, nice of you to have finally joined us.” This gut gets annoyingly serious when drawing.

    “Guys.” Christine giggles. “He’s been standing there for over ten minutes, too awestruck to take his picture.”

    “I am not!.” Bucky tries to defend himself, but it’s too late for that.

    “You should see him, guys. His face is as red as a tomato right now!” Christine continues.

    Steve chuckles and adds: “You’re lucky y/n isn’t allowed to turn around. Your crush is showing.”

    “Steve… Hey! No pictures.”

    “Please guys, tell me what’s happening!” you beg, afraid to move incase Steve starts lecturing you again.

    “Don’t worry, y/n! I took a picture of Bucky’s tomato red face so I’ll show you when you’re done.” Christine cheers happily. To this you hear Bucky groan and Steve chuckle.

    “Don’t you dare have fun there ‘mister serious while painting’ Hurry up so I can get off of this rock ‘cause my butt is starting to ache.:

    About an hour later Steve finally gave you his permission to move again. You didn’t even get the chance to drink some water from your bottle because Christine shoves her phone into your face. Kind of forcefully actually.

    “This is what you just missed out on.” She grins as she waits for you to take her phone. The picture showing on the screen is indeed one of Bucky, with a very red face. You had to admit, he looked very cute all flustered.

    No! What are you thinking? You have a boyfriend for god’s sake!

    When you look up, you see that Bucky has disappeared from the spot he was just sitting. You give your two classmates a questioning look.

    “He just stormed off.” Steve answers your not yet asked question with a nod into the direction Bucky apparently went to. And as you followed that direction you could indeed see Buck sitting somewhere further on the beach. Christine takes her phone out of your hands and you start to walk towards your moping team member.

    “Hey, Buck.” You say as you plop down next to him in the sand. The only response you get is something that sounds like a sad hum. “What has gotten you so grumpy?”

    After a while of silence you bump your shoulder into his, what causes him to look at you. “C’mon Bucky. Talk to me.”  You beg.

    “There’s sand stuck in between the plates of my metal am.” He pouts. You can’t help but chuckle as you watch him defeatedly looking at his bionic arm.

    “And it has nothing to do with the picture that Christine took?” And you were met by silence once again. “Just so you know, I think you look very cure al flustered.” You wink at him in an attempt to dissolve the tension which Bucky seems to notice right away.

    “Don’t you have a boyfriend?” He asks with a raised eyebrow. You give him a small smile.

    “Yes, I do. But what he doesn’t know won’t harm him and it’s not as if I’m cheating. I just called you cute, there’s no harm n that.”

    The two of you just sit there in silence for a while. You notice Bucky’s mouth open and lose a couple of times, as if he wants to say something but isn’t really sure about it.

    “What’s going on in that head of yours? If you have something to say or to ask, just let it all out.”

    “I have a question, but you have tom promise me that you won’t get angry.” He murmurs.

    “Ok, on one condition.” You say, to which Bucky raises his eyebrows. “I get to ask you two questions.”

    Bucky chuckles and agrees. It goes silent again for a while so you take your time to take in your surroundings. The sun is almost gone, only leaving a slim orange line of light in its wake. Turning your head to the other side of the sky, you can see the full moon already shining brightly. Around it the dark sky is decorated with stars of all sizes.

    To you this could be a romantic evening if you were here with Pietro, but sadly your boyfriend isn’t very romantic. Not at all actually. Not that you were longing for always being super romantic an cheesy, but once in a while you would like a little bit of romance. You are pulled out of your thoughts when Bucky suddenly speaks up.

    “Why are you always such a bitch?” Auch. That hurt. You know it’s the truth but that doesn’t make it less painful. “Don’t forget that you promised me that you wouldn’t get angry.” Bucky defends himself quickly.

    “Nah, that’s ok. You’re right anyway. I’ve been a huge bitch to everyone except for my friends. I guess it’s because everyone is nice to me ‘cause they’re afraid of me. At home, the only one that is nice to me is my dad, who is always away on business trips. Besides him I have my older sister who despises me and my mother, who obviously loves my sister a lot more than me. I’m a disappointment to her and I guess I’ve been taking all of that out on everyone in school.” You sigh. Bucky takes his time to process all that you had just revealed to him.

    “Wow. I really thought that you had it all, you know? A big house, rich parents, a pretty face, popularity and a lot of good friends. I guess there’s more to you than the eye sees.” Bucky says eventually.

    “Well yeah, there’s not much I can do about it anymore.” You sigh.

    “Yes, there is. You are doing something about it right now.” You give him a questioning look, not understanding it. “You are talking to me. And Steve. And you are being nice. If you try this with everyone they’ll like you a lot more.” He tells you as he puts a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

    “Thanks Buck, I should definitely try that. But now it’s my turn.” You cheer as you mentally prepare yourself for the question you’re about to ask. “How did you get your metal arm?”

    “I’ll tell you if you promise me to keep it a secret.”

    You give him a reassuring smile. “I promise.” You say as you put your hand to your heart.

    “Well, your friends might have some kind of bad influence on you, but some of mine were worse. But worst of all was Loki. Loki Laufeyson.” He takes a deep breath and then continues.

    “At first he seemed harmless but after a while I got to get to know the real Loki. The one who always got in trouble, drank too much and smoked way too much seed. Somehow I ended up right in the middle of that word and one night, when we were both very drunk and high, we stepped into the car to drive for a bit. I can’t really remember much, but they told me that my arm was so severely damaged that there was no use in attempting to save it. And Loki, who was driving and got out of the accident with only a few scratches, was sentenced to jail. I was able to avoid that fate, but I did spend a little over a year into a rehabilitation clinic.”

    Bucky takes a little break and just as I am about to ask, he already has his answer ready.

    “I’ve always been good with mechanic stuff, so when I didn’t like the prosthetic arm they had given me, I invented my own. One that is definitely not sand proof yet.” You chuckled in amazement, not really knowing what to say.

    “Wow Buck, tha- that’s really something. I don’t really know what to say. Who ese knows about this?”

    “Only my parents and Steve so I’d really appreciate it if you’d keep this between us.”

    “I’ll keep my promise and never tell anyone. So now my second question.” You smirk.

    “Ask away.”

    “Do you really have a crush on me?”

    A/N: I really hope you liked it! Requests are open and if you want a part 3, let me know!


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    That Girl

    Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

    Words: 2.7K

    Summary: Steve sees the reader while she’s training and she suggests them to have a playful match, causing the atmosphere to heat a lot.

    Warnings: Smut; unprotected sex (once again –use protection), oral sex (both receiving)

    A/N: I loved writing this one, it was so much fun! I hope you like it x

    Inspiration and lyrics are from Caro Emerald’s song That man, but at the beginning I changed the lyrics a little bit (from ‘man’ to ‘girl’).

     I’m in a little bit of trouble
    and I’m in real deep

    “Ouch-“, Steve let out a laugh, leaning to the wall of the Avengers’ training hall. “What has that punching bag ever done to you?”

    Y/N turned around, sweeping sweat off of her forehead with arching hand, before flashing a smile to Steve. “Sorry”, she grinned. “I didn’t see you there.”

    “Working little hard there, don’t you think?” he laughed, nodding towards the bag, which was still swinging back and forth after Y/N’s punches.

    She let out a laughter, rolling her Y/E/C eyes before taking a draught from her water bottle. “Oh right, I forgot you are such a princess when it comes to training, Captain”, she mocked playfully, ripping the Velcro tapes of her boxing gloves open, tossing them to her gym bag. “I’m actually pretty sure I would kick your ass in a blink of an eye.”

    From the beginning to the end
    she was no more than a friend to me

    “Oh, you think so?” Steve laughed, rolling his eyes while laying his hands on his hips.

    “Mm-hmm”, Y/N hummed before walking right in front of him, crossing her arms on her chest, smirk on her lips. “I think we should find out.”

    “Oh no”, he laughed, shooking his head. “I wouldn’t want to hurt you, doll.”

    “Yeah, I bet you’re right”, she sighed, frowning. “Or then you are just scared that I’m right. You’ve seen me training, I’m not easy to be hurt and you know that better than well.” Squinting her eyes, Y/N stepped a little closer to him. “But I do understand, it would be pretty big knock for your ego to lose for a doll like me after all.”

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    Our Eyes Ch. 2 (Steve x reader)

    Hello my loves. Before we get started, I just want to let you all know that you all are amazing and I love you guys so much. I hope this series gets somewhere good, and that my story line holds up. So, if you like it, let me know :) xoxo

    Description:You’re a quiet girl who hangs around coffee shops, capturing what you see onto paper. You’ve always minded your own business, never getting involved with anyone in any relationship for reasons you’d rather not say out loud. He’s a super soldier who keeps to himself, never one to really talk to anybody that he doesn’t have to. He’s been through a lot, but never talked about it, always shoving it into the back of his mind. A chance encounter makes some sort of connection between you two and suddenly everything changes. Your eyes tell a story, as well as his, but will either of you find the courage to say it?

    Warnings: None

    Chapter 1


    You walked through your front door, tossing your purse on the small chair in the living room. You were exhausted from work, the bags under your eyes were evidence of that. The sky was dark, no longer the bright, light blue you had seen earlier at the coffee shop. It was now replaced with a dark, navy blue, specs of white showing up here and there. You slumped against the wall, pulling your knees to your chest, and sighed, placing your head in your hands. 

    “Another shift closer to getting the studio.” You tilted your head towards the ceiling, staring at the light fixture above you. The was a studio in the city that you had been looking at, hoping that you could come up with the money to purchase it. You wanted your own space to paint and sketch, and not cramping all your supplies into the corner. It was honestly the only thing motivating you to go to work these days. But, today was different. Ever since you left that coffee shop, Steve had been hanging around in the back of your mind, his kind and tired eyes blazing a trail through your memory. The small apartment was completely silent, the only sound was the sound of your breathing. You checked the time, 11pm. 

    Oh my god, what if I creeped him out? What if I scared him off? Was I too straight forward? Damn it. You kept thinking to yourself as you slowly went from sitting against the wall to sprawled out on the floor. You were mentally face palming yourself for possibly freaking out the most gorgeous man you had ever seen. Drawn in by your own thoughts, you jumped at the sound of your phone ringing. You froze, still sprawled out on the ground. Figuring that you should probably pick it up because it might be someone from work, you crawled over to your bag and fished for your phone. 

    It was a number that wasn’t in your contacts, but the area code was the same as yours. Probably someone from work. You thought to yourself as you pressed the answer button.

    “Hello?” You pressed the phone to your ear, the screen cool against your face.

    “Hey stranger.” It was him. He actually called. His voice sounded so smooth and you could practically hear the smile on his face. 

    “Steve! Hey, you called.” You were so nervous, you couldn’t believe that he actually called you. You were just a girl in a coffee shop, for crying out loud. But, hey, you weren’t complaining. 

    “Yeah,” you could hear him chuckle through the phone. “I thought to myself, why not call that talented and beautiful girl from the coffee shop?” Blood began to rush to your cheeks as you bit your lip, a smile reaching across your face. 

    “Awh, well I’m glad you called. I just got home from work.” You plopped yourself on the love seat couch. 

    “And how was that?” You could hear the roughness in his voice as he got more tired. 

    “Don’t even ask, my job is literal hell.” You chuckled through your words, but the pain was definitely there. 

    “What do you do?” Steve was interested in you. He wanted to know more. 

    “I’m a bartender. And I’d just like to say that it’s not the most fun job when wasted men at trying to hit on you.” You smiled, looking out the window, watching the cars pass by. 

    “Oh god, that does sound awful.” His voice made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside, something that you hadn’t felt in a long time. “How about I steal you away for a night from all the drunk men? Would you give me the honor of taking you out on a date, doll?” 

    You opened your mouth to say something, but the words were stuck in your throat. The pet name made butterflies go around your stomach. When you realized that you had paused for a long time, you finally said something. 

    “I’d love to, Steve.” You were grinning from ear to ear. He just asked you out on a date. You were speechless. “I’m off Friday night.” 

    “Great, I’ll pick you up at eight?” Your face was beginning to ache from all the smiling. 

    “Sounds great. I’ll text you my address. See you then?” You couldn’t believe this was really happening. You were finally feeling happy again, which you hadn’t been in months. 

    “See you then. Sleep well, yeah? Goodnight, beautiful.” 

    “Goodnight, Steve.” You hung up the phone and squealed into the pillow. God, he was such a charmer. You felt like you were in high school again, fawning over the coolest kid in school. Steve seemed like a sweet guy, who also happened to be completely handsome. You wanted to see where this would go, you wanted to give the guy a chance. Turning off all the lights and heading to your room, you asked yourself if this was a good idea. As your closed the door to your bedroom, you finally came to a conclusion. You were going to let it happen, you were willing to let him in. Sleep tugged at your mind, one last thought releasing itself before your eyes flitted closed. 

    I’m rooting for you, Steve. 

    Ahhhh, how’s you like chapter two? If you want to be tagged, let me know. I don’t know how many chapters there will be, but I’m guessing there’s going to be at least as many as Battered and Bruised. Have a wonderful evening everyone, I love you all. xoxo


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    Imagine being Tony's sister and dating Bucky

    Bucky was scared. Scared out of his mind. Now Tony, that was a different story. He was just flat out pissed off and angry. How could someone take his little sister? 

     "It’s all your fault!“ Tony screamed at Bucky. 

     Steve interrupted, putting a hand on Bucky’s shoulder. "It’s no ones fault.” He had said. 

     "No Steve. Tony is right. This is my fault.“ Bucky recoiled. "Hydra only wants her because of me.”

     "We are going to get her back.“ Bruce piped in. 

    "Like hell we are.” Tony raged. So that’s how you got to where you are now. Running faster than you ever have before, Bucky beside you.

     "Get back to the jet!“ You hear through the com Bucky gave you. 

    “I’m going as fast as I can Rogers.” You say with a goofy grin on your face as the jet was in your line of sight. Both of you tumble in, a mess of limbs. 

    “Barnes! Get off my sister.“ You look up to see your brother staring at the both of you. He grabs you and pulls you into a bone crushing hug. 

     "I never gave up on you. I never will.” He says quietly. You unravel from Tony and look at Bucky. 

     "I love you (Y/n).“ And that’s all it takes for you to know that you’ll be alright.

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    Originally posted by buckynsebimagines

    First Snow (Bucky x Reader)

    Summary: The snow might dampen Steve and Bucky’s spirits, but this year they have you around.

    A/N: Just something short as I push through these final papers and my last exam! Where I am has been getting a crazy amount of snow (considering we don’t usually get it?) and i’m absolutely loving it - fingers crossed for a white christmas?

    Word Count: 1529
    Warnings: none

    Originally posted by stupidteletubbie

    Bucky shrugged the loose sweater over his shoulders as he made his way towards the kitchen. His bare feet padded across the cold hardwood floor but he couldn’t be bothered to return to his room and grab a pair of socks; he didn’t want to risk waking you.

    Steve looked up from his seat by the window and sent his flat mate a small, tight lipped smile as he entered.

    “Morning, Buck.”

    Bucky nodded, his eyes drifting past Steve and out through the window. As he took in the view of the street in front of them, his smile slowly began to fall.

    “Mornin’…” he grumbled back.

    Steve noticed and sighed, using his right foot to push out a seat at the table for his best friend.

    Bucky took it, his eyes continuing to gaze out over the snow covered street.
    “Do you want a coffee?” he offered, bringing Bucky’s attention back inside their apartment.

    Bucky shook his head silently before clearing his throat. “It’s snowing.”
    Steve nodded and took a sip from his mug.

    “I hate the snow.” Bucky grumbled, standing up suddenly to grab a glass of water from the kitchen.

    By the time he’d returned to the table Steve had finished his coffee, pushing his empty mug across the table and leaning back in his seat. “I hate it too, Buck.”
    There was a heavy pause before Bucky spoke up once more, his voice quieter than usual.

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