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Heated Weather, Crimson Blush (Bucky Barnes X Reader)

Title: Heated Weather, Crimson Blush  [ REQUESTED by @wildeone97​ ]

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader

Genre: Fluff

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Hi sweetie, I don’t know if this is what you’re looking for but because the request was so open ended, I just went with what flowed for me. Hope you enjoy it!

The unforgiving summer weather has finally taken its toll on the residents of the Avengers Tower. Everyone was in a sluggish trance every time they came back from the outside, and all they wanted to do was relax on the plush couches under the tower’s blasting cold air conditioning.

The speedster of the group, Pietro, couldn’t stand spending another day just sitting around and suggested to the team, with surprising enthusiasm despite the sweltering heat, that what they needed was to appreciate the sun and enjoy a day out at the beach.

There were hums of approval that got drowned out by the groans of displeasure sounding throughout the room. (Y/N) visibly brightened up at the suggestion and her eye sparkled with excitement; the long summer days taking a toll on her.

On the end of the couch, was a scowling Bucky Barnes. The serum made his body temperature considerably higher than the lot - sans Steve, and the heat was making him crankier than normal. The mere idea of having to leave the cooling compound and make his way to bask under the sun was unappealing at best.

With that thought, the frown on his face deepened until he managed to steal a glance at the eager look (Y/N) sported. The frown lightened up slightly, a fond smile creeping its way to his face.

“C'mon you oldies, just imagine the bikinis Nat, Wanda and (Y/N) would be wearing!” Pietro voiced out with a chuckle, speeding his way back to his room to pack. Bucky couldn’t help but let his mind wander into the forbidden territory of (Y/N) wearing one of those pretty little numbers that dames of the 20s wore. A blush crept onto his cheeks as he tried to shake the image from his mind.


The journey to the beach was fun and lighthearted albeit more than a little chaotic with the heroes filling up three full cars. Tony’s car was blasting tracks after tracks of ACDC; Steve’s was playing music from the 40s and Nat’s had playlists of Pop songs of the 2000s. (Y/N) and Wanda rode with Nat at her request or more like demand, despite Pietro constantly pestering (Y/N) to ride with him on Tony’s car much to Bucky distaste.

When Nat threw her dirty sock at Pietro for pestering (Y/N) and shut him down, pulling (Y/N) to her car, Bucky couldn’t suppress the satisfied smirk and silently thanked Nat for pulling (Y/N) away from the speedster.


(Y/N) eyes fleeted several times towards Steve’s car that sat Bucky, Sam, and Bruce unknowingly. The fourth time she stole a look at the sleek black car, Nat called her out and said with a smirk, “So (Y/N), who is it that so interesting in the car over?”, only to earn a red-faced (Y/N) that now only looked right in front for the rest of the car ride.

The trio got out of their car as Tony and Steve’s car pulled into their parking spaces. All three had on their cover-ups, sunglasses perched on their noses and rummaged through the trunk of the car for the beach-going essentials that they have packed.

(Y/N) grabbed the basket she has filled with goodies that she’s made bright and early in the morning with one arm and the other held her beach bag. She stumbled slightly and Bucky, whose eyes haven’t left (Y/N), caught her before she fell and took the picnic basket on from her and threw her a charming smile that left her warm in the face.


The entire group of child-like heroes was running amok on the beach, leaving (Y/N) to settle the food and lay the beach towels and Bucky who spurted out his overused excuse of hating the sun to stay near the girl.

Bucky and (Y/N) aren’t particularly close in the sense that they were alway too shy to start a conversation with the other or couldn’t hold a two sentence talk without stuttering and going pink. However, they probably knew a lot more about each other than they let on considering how much they secretly glanced at each other.

So when (Y/N) grabbed her bottle of sunscreen and looked over to Nat and Wanda that were a distance away playing beach volleyball with the others, Bucky knew she needed someone to help but was too embarrassed to ask him.

Bucky took a deep breath and was just about to offer (Y/N) his help when Pietro sped over, grabbing the sunscreen from her, his trademark smirk on his lip as he said, “Printsessa, you look like you need some help with this?”

Bucky’s eyes narrowed at the Sokovian that was running his mouth and was just about to stop him when a volleyball hit Pietro on his head. An exasperated Wanda came walking towards her brother, pulling his away by ear as she threw Bucky a little wink and tossed the bottle of sunscreen to him.

“Uh, um, Do you, uh, want me to um, help?” Bucky stuttered, lifting the sunscreen up to (Y/N).

“Yeah, sure. Um, thanks.” (Y/N) replied, her blush evident, dusting her cheeks.

(Y/N) started removing her crocheted white coverup causing Bucky to avert his eyes in an attempt to be the gentleman he was.

“Uhm, Bucky? I’m good.” came (Y/N)’s voice, making the soldier turned to face her.

Bucky’s line of sight fell on the girl lay face down on the beach towel before her causing him to squeeze the poor bottle so hard, the plastic contorted into half.

God, you must be testing me.

Bucky gingerly spread the sunscreen on (Y/N) back, his fingers fleeting around the tiny strings tied around her back in a little cross.

This string leaves absolutely nothing to my imagination, for goodness sakes. If I just slip and tug at it a little… No no no, James Buchanan Barnes, mama raised you better!“ Bucky chastised himself in his mind, finishing up his work on her back.


(Y/N) Has left Bucky’s side after an hour or so has settled herself with a group of young children, building sandcastles together. Bucky had his gaze set on her, and it hasn’t moved since she left his side.

A fond smile hung on his face, as he allowed himself to daydream about how wonderfully contented he would be if they would eventually have children together, playing at the beach during the dreary summer days.

A loud chorus of laughter snapped him out of his reverie, and he saw (Y/N) speaking to the group of children pointing over to his direction. She then made her way over to him, Wanda by her side.

"We’re going to go grab some smoothies for everyone, would you like one?” (Y/N) questioned, a radiant smile showing.

“Uh, yeah, sure that’d be great doll,” Bucky answered hastily, almost as though he was afraid (Y/N) would take back her offer. A small nod and smile, and the two girls were on their way.


A couple of minutes later, (Y/N) and Wanda came back with their hands filled with cups of icy smoothies only to be met with empty beach towels. The metal armed soldier that was lounging there is nowhere to be seen.

(Y/N) lifted her sunglasses and placed it on her head keeping her hair away from her face. The glaring sun made her squint at the scene in front of her. Buried in sand, was Bucky, his head the only thing visible as the group of children that were playing with (Y/N) before, giggled and used their tiny hands to pile sand atop the soldier.

She made her way to the giggling children and attempted to stifle her laughter.

“Sergeant! Sergeant! We’ll bury you in sand, and you’ll try and get out alright?” came a young boy’s voice.

“Yeah yeah! You’re strong! You’ll get out in no time!” another child continued.

Bucky noticed (Y/N) coming over and sent her a pleading look, and mouthed “Help me!”. Though, the soft smile on his face giving himself away. It has been awhile since Bucky’s felt whole and this was one of those rare moments.

(Y/N) smirked a little and kneeled down next to him, a surge of confidence filling her as the soldier helplessly stay buried under sand.

No can do sergeant. I’m sure you can do it. Here’s something for good luck.” she replied, placing a chaste kiss on the tip of Bucky’s nose.


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Temptations (Part Two) Q/reader.

Warning: Smut.

Part two of Temptations (there’s a little recap at the beginning, so you don’t have to read the first part)

(Recap)

You were in Hawaii with Q while he filmed Impractical Jokers and he invited you to set.

It was 90 degrees, so you showed up in your favorite (and Q’s favorite) purple bikini with a white coverup dress.

They had a lot of prep to do in between shots, so to keep yourself busy and from melting, you decided to go for a swim, then you sat back down to dry off in the sun. Q couldn’t seem to keep his eyes off of you the whole time, either. As every time you glanced over, he was looking at you. Even when he was meant to be paying attention to filming.

You saw Q walk out from the tent, you figured it was now his turn. His eyes immediately found you and he walked over to you. You were a little surprised, as you figured he was supposed to be filming.

He sat next to you.

“Am I too much of a distraction for you?” you teased.

“We have a couple of minutes, but I’m up next, just thought you’d wanna come back and watch,” he said, his hand immediately went to your upper thigh.

You raised your brows with a smirk. His hand moved up your thigh as he leaned over, getting closer to you.

“You know what, you are a bit of a distraction, tempting me all day… just wait till I get you back to the hotel.” his husky voice sent a pulsating sensation through your body. He pulled back and bit his bottom lip, which drove you wild. Then, his eyes widened. “Oh shit,” he said, sitting up straight. “I forgot I was still mic’d up.”

The boys didn’t let Q live that little slip up down, nor did you think they ever will. They poked fun at it the rest of the shoot, but you had a feeling it wouldn’t end there. Q was a little embarrassed, as the entire crew also heard that as well.

You, on the other hand, found it extremely endearing. Not to mention, those words stuck with you for the rest of the day.

One thing was for sure, you couldn’t wait to get back to the hotel.

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5

Phil x Reader
Paradise With Phil
—-
It was the first day official day of Phil and I’s holiday. We arrived just in time for sunset last night and had dinner before heading back to the resort for some much needed rest. The island was beautiful, full of rich green land, hued skies that looked like painting, and the water was deep azure blue. The weather this morning was cool, so Phil and I decided to head to out to explore the surrounding towns. We were at the Ionian islands and it was nice place to explore, in terms of architecture and overall scenery. Afterwards, Phil and I decided to head back to our resort and go to the pool that overlooked right at with the clear turquoise waters.

“Phil are you ready?” I called checking that I packed everything I needed in my bag.
“Yep! I just need to put a little more sun cream on.” Phil answered from the room, isn’t this like his 3rd layer? I laughed before waking over in the the huge bathroom provided with the suite.
“Why are you putting so much on? That’s like your third time, you’ll be fine!” I told Phil laughing while he tried to rub the cream over the back of his neck.
“I’ll be sun burned if I don’t put enough!” Said Phil groaning to spread it all around. I just rolled my eyes laughing, try to help him.
“Thanks y/n.” Phil mumbled before giving me a quick little peck on the cheek as I pretended to be disgusted.
“Ah, you smell like sun cream get away.” I teased and Phil rolled his eyes, and then we both got our stuff to head to the open beach.

—-
Phil and I decided to sit on some sun loungers with an umbrella, in one of us wanted the shade. Phil placed his belonging on the table in between while I put down my bag and got out my phone, sunglasses, and choice of book/magazine. We set the towels down on the chair, and settled. It was just noon time and the sun was already beginning to be bright and sunny. The blue water reflected back on the white tile like a pretty picture. Phil was laying right next to me with black shades, and I was wearing a bikini with white coverup over. I was relaxing reading about contemporary styles and how it related to psychology, when Phil looked over at me, taking a break from his sun bathe.

“y/n?” Phil asked softly still with a natural brisk in his voice.
“Yes?” I looked up from my page to see his black hair now pushed over on his long face.
He turned to face me and before he spoke have a delicate, loving smile.
“I’m so glad we got to go on this trip. I love spending time and relaxing with you.” Phil told me sweetly before bending over to kiss me with his light coral lips. I accepted his embrace and felt the warm touch between us, and it felt amazing. We pulled out and I had a chance to respond,
“Aw Phil. I’m having the best time so far, and it’s only the first day.” I grinned and motioned to Phil to come closer and he did, pushing his chair closest as it could be to mine.
“I love you, y/n.” Phil hummed, scooting over to my side and I just laid in his arms.

—-
Now it’s only been less than an hour since we are sitting, but it’s began to become more hotter.

“Hey Phil, wanna get in the water?” I asked him, who was probably drifting asleep.
“Huh?” Phil’s eyes shot up and I just giggled.
“Wanna go swimming?” I said again a bit louder, so he could hear me coming out from his little nap.
“Oh yeah!” Phil said excitedly. “I thought you’d never ask.” But before I could get up, Phil quickly pulled me over carrying me and now I was gripped against his bare chest.
“What are you doing?!” I yelled and Phil just giggled.
“I’m taking you in the water with me!” Phil shouted as I figured out what his plans were.
“No! I don’t wanna jump in!” I protested, to no avail. “Phil please… Phil. No. No.” We were now at the steps for the pool. “Phil!” I muttered, “Ah!” and but his arms were still wrapped around me.
“Okay fine, but I’m carrying you in with me.” Phil said kissing my cheek, as we were begin to come to in contact with the wet water.
“Ew gross.” I said attempting to pull away but Phil still held me, sticking his tongue me.
“You like it. You wanna do it more.” Phil taunts once more me before, SPLASH! Oh, we were now in the water.

The water was cool, but since the sun was so warm, it was a pleasant balance. I began to swim around and float with Phil’s torso being the only thing to see on surface, as he was swimming also.
“Ah, it’s kinda cool but it’s nice.” I said walking over to him. Phil’s hair was now wet with the slightest bit of curl starting to form. The sun captured Phil’s face precisely with the now clearly seem slight ginger freckles, long face, high cheekbones and aquamarine eyes that looked onto the water, that were a different shade of blue but just as beautiful. Phil was now by my side as we were in the middle of the pool. His arms were perfectly wrapped around my waist while we stood in water perfectly in paradise.

—-
After swimming, the two of us were hungry and decided to go an elegant shoreside
restaurant. We ordered and our drinks already were already here, but we were waiting for our food. Phil already had about 35% of his alcoholic beverage. It was a colorful, fruity cocktail, typical Phil. While I had a mango mojito, that I only barley touched.

“Oh look it’s a boat y/n!” Phil adorably shouted more than likely tipsy. Our table was overlooking the ocean and there was a boat coming in from shore.
“Yep.” I nodded looking over to where he was pointing.
“I want a boat..” Phil said with a relaxed sigh. Yet, he still slightly sounded about 6 years old.
“Do you?” I chuckled at his cuteness while Phil went to place his arms under his head.
“Yep, then I can sail it and we can ride it today. I’ll be a boat guy.” Phil said right before I burst out laughing.
“What?” I continued to laugh and Phil turned to look at me a bit awkwardly.
“Yeah! Like just live off my days in the ocean.” Phil proclaimed and took my hand, like a little happy tipsy chump. I giggled and took another sip of my drink, wondering if I would drift in Phil’s state, or at least something similar.

—-
After our food came, Phil and I wanted to explore the dock a bit more and went for a walk beside the Mediterranean waters.

“Hey y/n.” Phil said slightly less tipsy than earlier, or at least more aware while gripping my hand. The two of us were walking in the sand with a nearly complete nightfall coming.
“Yeah?” I asked looking at his tall silhouette behind the violet and indigo blended sunset.
“I know I said this a lot already. But I love you.” Phil said gazing lovingly into my face.
“I know. Love ya too Philly.” I said as we looked off at our scenic view, holding each other close.
“Thank you for making me so happy.” Phil said softly in my ear, when I thought nothing more needed to be spoken but I was gladly proven wrong. This truly was a paradise.