THAT'S MY MAN
WRECK MY PLANS
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯
𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘥
𝘕𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯
𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵
wait a second this is real???? THIS is what he was saying??? no i don’t believe it. it’s too much. IN FRONT OF SARAH TOO?!?!
mcu characters but as quotes from me and my bestie that we collect in a google doc titled "reasons why we need therapy"
Oh. My. God.
Request: @the-craziestone story about Bucky x Reader, where Bucky is really obsessed with Reader - But not in a creepy way, more like he's really really in love with her and he can only see her, like she's his world Anon: can you do something with reader gifting Bucky Barnes the 3 Lord of the Rings books? They were published after WWII, and reader knows he liked The Hobbit so she thinks it's something he'd like
A/N: this is pure fluff with no warning, also I changed a tiny bit the second request to fit the story - enjoy ;)
He couldn’t explain the sadness he constantly felt every time he was walking through the streets of the city he used to know by heart. A stranger in a strange land was the best way to describe him. More than seventy years had passed, and he hadn’t witnessed any changes. While he had been a puppet deprived of freewill and controlled with the sole purpose of killing, he had missed the birth of a whole new world. Now, as he strode around the streets, he could easily remember each of their names, but none of them were familiar anymore. His mind remained in the 1940’s and in the middle of the noises, surrounded by the sound of first responders vehicles, the children running around and cars piling up on the road, he was a stranger in his own home. It was an unsettling feeling, a pining melancholy that reminded him in every step he made that his Brooklyn didn’t exist anymore.
He was furious in a way, but mostly confused. Haunted by memories he had gotten back a second ago, and they didn’t fit this new reality. He wasn’t even nostalgic, but the loneliness was getting heavier every day. He could still picture the park he used to take his sister, the alley where Steve had gotten beaten up one day, the bakery his mother used to go to every morning. Treasure of souvenirs he would keep forever. And although the park, the alley and the streets names were still here, he was left alone walking down Brooklyn.
“Hey, Miss Y/L/N !” He heard a voice shouting. “Where do I put those ?”
His head mechanically turned to a young boy carrying a heavy box of what looked like antics. Without thinking he crossed the road and when his eyes laid on the small shop, he gasped. There it was, one small piece of his past still here. It was an old bookstore he used to go to with his sister. The man, a friend, an immigrant from France with a thick accent, would let them stay for hours. Bucky loved reading to Rebecca. They would sit inside and she’d insist to hear The Hobbit. François, the man owning the store, would make coffee and stay with them, relating the stories he had heard around the world, telling them all about the France he had known. It was all still here. ‘Au Nom de la Rose’ was still here.
He didn’t hesitate a second and rushed inside the place, an honest smile on his face. His eyes roamed over the room and he took a deep breath. It was just like he remembered, a place filled with murmurs and whispers floating above his head and through the roof, indistinct conversations between friends, huge windows bringing in a powerful light at this hour of the day, plants in almost every corner. Even the atmosphere was the same, this powerful smell of imagination coming from the laying books on the shelves, begging to be read, mixing with a distinct smell coming from the dust. The small couch and the old table he used to sit by with his sister were also there. The wooden pieces had many rough and sharp edges but looked just as smooth and clean as he remembered. Finally, his eyes landed on a woman there. He watched her rearranging a bouquet of daffodils, breathing in the perfume of the vibrant flowers as she tended to them meticulously.
For some reason, he couldn’t look away. She felt familiar, like he had known her all his life, yet he had never seen her before. When she turned around he took an instinctive step toward her. She noticed, raised her head and that was the moment their eyes met. His breath caught in his throat when she smiled at him. He stood, frozen on the spot, staring at her. He couldn’t comprehend that instant connection. There was an inexplicable sense of excitement yet weird feeling that they had known each other forever, that they were meeting each other again after a long journey. He was transfixed, almost stuck by the confusing mixture of emotions but oddly comforted by them - all at the same time.
“Can I help you ?” She asked him.
He surprised himself thinking there was something eerily calming about her voice, that he could listen to her for hours.
“Do I know you ?” He quickly wondered out loud, mentally facepalming himself for his lack of tact.
“Shouldn’t I be asking that question ?”
“You’ve been staring at me for the past five minutes” She grinned.
“I’m … I’m sorry” He apologized profusely. “I didn’t mean to…”
“Look weird ?”
He could swear his heart skipped a beat when he heard her laugh.
“This place is beautiful”
“How long have you been working here ?”
“Forever” She smirked. “The store belongs to my family. Passed on from generation to generation”
Bucky raised an eyebrow, surprised.
“You’re related to François Y/L/N ?” He questioned.
She tilted her head, crossing her arms.
“Now I’m intrigued” She told him. “How do you know about my grandfather ?”
“We’ve met,” He answered without thinking. He rapidly realized his mistake when she narrowed her eyes in utter curiosity. “I … I didn’t mean … I mean … It was … It was a long time ago”
He gulped, hoping she wouldn’t push it. She looked him up and down, assessing him.
“What’s your name, weirdo ?” She inquired, giving him a skeptical glance.
“Let me guess, a soldier ?”
“How … ?”
“You all have the same manners, and the same eyes”
“What do you mean ?”
She was now standing in front of him, staring at his face with the most adorable smile he had ever seen.
“You carry the sadness and the horror you’ve seen” She replied honestly. “My father was a lot like that too”
Her answer had the effect of a punch in the gut he hadn’t been expecting. He felt naked under her gaze, a stranger with the power to see through his soul.
“I’m Y/N” She introduced herself, raising her hand to shake his.
It was rare for him to smile truthfully but the unexpected happiness slowly growing made his lips twitch before he could even acknowledge it.
“Hi, Y/N” He greeted her.
She chuckled, amused.
“Hi, Bucky” She murmured.
After that encounter, he made a point of coming back as much as he could. He stayed for hours sitting on the couch, reading the same book over and over again. They shared quick words but he didn’t dare to start up a conversation, too afraid he would say something he shouldn’t, something that would scare her. He was content like this. There was no Winter Soldier, no war, no fight, no one else than Bucky. Being next to this girl was in itself a medication for him. It made no sense but she was so bright and radiant. Like a magnet, he was sucked into this invisible gravitational pull toward her.
By the second week of him coming into the store, she started to notice the small marks of attention. He would come so silently she wouldn’t hear a thing, bringing a fresh cup of coffee he would lay on her counter when she wasn’t looking, replacing the daffodils before they could fade, carrying the heavy boxes filled with new books. When she wasn’t working, she would grab something to read and sit next to him. They would exchange a smile but wouldn’t talk. The proximity was enough. Their presence was louder than any word. A quiet routine they were slowly creating.
By the fourth month, nothing had changed. That day was no different. Rain was pouring outside and the store was empty, except for Y/N and Bucky. Just as usual, he was reading in a corner while she was working. New stacks of books had arrived and she was methodically putting them on the shelves. Standing on a ladder, on the tip of her toes, she was so focused on the task she had failed to notice the soldier walking up to her.
“Do you need any help ?” He asked her.
Surprised to hear his voice so close to her, she lost her balance and slipped. She yelped as her ankle hit one side of the ladder and automatically closed her eyes, anticipating the fall. She tried to brace herself but before her body could touch the ground she felt something cold holding her waist. Suddenly, instead of laying on the floor, she was against his hard chest, in a protective embrace. She recognized his arms around her and shivered at the odd coldness. He immediately felt it and was quick to put some distance between them, making sure his metal arm was no more on her body and only his human hand was steadying her.
“Are you alright ?” He questioned. She pursed her lips, trying not to show that she was hurt when she heard how worried he sounded.
“Yeah, it’s fine. I’m fine”
He looked skeptic but didn’t say anything about it.
“I didn’t mean to scare you,” He told her.
He took the books scattered on the ground, putting them away, and helped her walk to the couch.
“You know, if the goal was to literally make me fall for you, I’d say you did a pretty good job there” She flirted, making him chuckle.
He sat on the table in front of her and grabbed her calve, gently laying her leg on his thigh to assess the damage. From the corner of his eyes, he could see her blushing. It made him insanely happy to know he wasn’t the only one affected by their closeness.
When he clasped her ankle, she cried and instinctively pushed him back.
“Fine, huh ?” He repeated her own words.
She huffed and rolled her eyes.
“It’s not a big deal, Bucky. I’ve got to get back to work”
“You’re not moving from this couch” He ordered.
“Is that an order, soldier ?” She ironically threw at him.
“You bet it is”
She watched him, intrigued, as he piled up some books on the table and put her ankle to rest on it.
“No moving around, got it ?” He made sure she would follow his advice.
“Aye, aye, Captain”
“I’m not a Captain” He spoke as he continued what she had been doing earlier and started putting the books on the right shelves.
“Would you have preferred Sergeant ?”
He instantly stopped what he was doing and slowly turned around to stare at her.
“What did you say ?” He asked, more scared than ever.
Up until that moment, he had avoided telling her who he was. Becoming part of the Avengers meant his identity wasn’t a secret anymore, and although he had done a terrific job staying hidden among the mass of people, it wouldn’t have taken more than a little push to find his full name.
He stood in front of her, frozen, not having a clue how to react.
“Sergeant Barnes, isn’t it ?”
“I… “ He tried to say anything, but as the rain kept pouring outside, slowly turning into a thunderstorm, he blankly stared back.
“Would you have told me ?” She whispered.
She humorlessly snorted.
“We’ve known each other for more than three months, Bucky. I see you practically every day. Be honest, eventually would’ve never come”
“It’s not like that”
“I’m not mad, don’t worry” She sadly smiled. “I just wish… I guess I wish you could trust me”
He rubbed his jaw in frustration and made a step toward her. Without breaking his gaze, he slowly took the glove off, revealing his metal hand.
“I didn’t want you to be scared,” He admitted in a broken voice.
“Of you ?” She was surprised. “Why would I be ?”
“I’m not a good man, Y/N”
“Why don’t you let me be the judge of that ?”
“You don’t understand…”
“The red box under the counter, can you take it for me ? And turn the sign of the shop, we’re closed.”
He gave her a puzzled look, but did as she said anyway. He locked the front door and took the box she asked for before walking to her and putting it directly in her hands.
“Sit” She instructed him.
He didn’t dare to stay near her and sat on an opposite chair.
“I found this a little after you and I met” She told him, motioning to the box. “It was in the basement, hidden under old junks my parents had kept over the years”
He let her speak, not understanding where this was going or why she was telling him about that.
She slowly opened the mystery box and took a small envelope out of it. It looked old, so old the paper had turned into a deep shade of yellow.
“My grandfather wrote this” She confessed. “In 1957. It’s addressed to Bucky and Rebecca Barnes. I believe it belongs to you”
She handed him the letter that he took with shaky hands.
“How did you… ?” He started to ask.
“It was a long shot,” She explained. “The first time you were here, you said my grandfather's name like it meant something to you. Like you really knew him. When I found the box, and the enveloppe, I didn’t make the connection with you. But your name was all I needed to start my research. My parents kept pretty much everything from my grandparents so it didn’t took me long to find a photo with you and him”
He wasn’t moving at all when she showed him a picture François had taken of them right before he was enlisted.
“I wanted to wait for the right time to tell you, I guess. I mean, you have enough ghosts as it is”
“Still not scared ?” He inquired.
“Not one bit”
She softly smiled and motioned for him to come closer. When he sat next to her, she moved the box from her lap to his.
“We were friends, François and I” He recalled, his eyes glued on the letter. “He was married to Eloise. This bookstore was their treasure. He kept repeating that I shouldn’t go to war when I could stay hidden under the pages of books that would take me around the world without risking my life”
She took his metal palm between her fingers when she heard his voice breaking. He almost tried to remove it but she tightly entwined their hands together.
“Maybe he was right” He muttered under his breath.
“Or maybe you and I were meant to meet almost a century later” She shrugged.
He chuckled before turning around the enveloppe to open it. Y/N gently laid her head against his shoulder and let him read in silence. She didn’t move when she felt his body shaking with tears but only held his hand harder.
“They’re originals, from 1954 I think. He kept them for you” She told him as he slowly took what was in the red box. A set of three old books. “Why Lord of the Ring, though ?”
He laughed,sniffing, before brushing the tears off his face and staring down at the woman. At that moment, he felt like the journey was done. His soul had stopped the search it had been on for a time that felt like forever. Like a century.
“My sister and I, we used to come here often,” He said with a smile. Sorrow had finally been replaced with happiness. “We would sit on this very couch and she would make me read the Hobbit. She used to love that story so much.”
“How many times have you read it ?” The woman smirked.
“Enough to remember every single word” He exaggerated, making her giggle. “When I told François I was living, he said he would send me books to help me travel away from the war, even just for a moment. I guess he kept them, hoping I would come back. Even after I was declared dead”
“Maybe deep down he knew you weren’t”
“And he planned this whole meeting with his granddaughter ?” He ironically added.
“Oh no, that was beyond him. That was fate, Barnes”
“I was meant to find you” He agreed, a deep feeling of love and utter contentment forming in his heart. He bent his head down and let all he needed to say be spoken through the kiss they shared.
“Will you read it to me ?” She playfully requested.
Overflowing with happiness, he smiled and kissed her forehead before opening the old book. There it was, the only choice he needed to make. The only home he had yearn to create. Her.
Sir please fuck me id do anything
You're so GoRgEoUs
random assortment of fatws icons bc i need to clear my gallery
Not me swatting my own hand away as I start to write a few lines of Sam/Bucky fic. I have so many unfinished pieces that I can't start in on something for yet another fandom, but it's just right there.
hey here's a sharbucky layout
TFATWS head canon 3/???
Sam and Bucky run into Deadpool at one point, chaos ensures. Deadpool calls Bucky “big daddy James”, Bucky has to google daddy kinks, Sam considers retirement and Deadpool offers to take the mantle of Captain America.
sam and bucky are married and i wrote a sequel, yes it's a coda, yes it's fluffy, yes there's a wedding, yes i made my own damn self cry while reading it, and now you can too!
There are very few days such as this: no missions, no saving the world, just quiet conversation and equipment upgrades. Sam and Joaquín are discussing the new adjustments to his wings when your laughter rings out through the near-empty air hanger. Across the room, you and Bucky, deep in conversation, take no notice of the sets of eyes now observing you, one more intensely than the other.
“Oh…” It’s at that moment that Sam observes the stark difference in his protégé’s posture. The way his back is now straight, shoulders squared, gaze fixed on your figure, and lips slightly parted in awe as if you had just performed one sort of miracle, “OH!”
It takes several more ticks of the clock’s arms before Joaquín finally acknowledges Sam’s outburst. His eyes flick back to Sam before settling on you once again, “What?”
“You like her!” The older man announces his epiphany as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world now. Joaquín’s denials go unheard over Sam’s laughter, “You do. You stare at her all the time. You nearly lose your mind when having a conversation with her. I’ve never seen someone have that much trouble talking with another person before. It all makes sense now!”
Sam’s chuckles are now full-on belly laughs, the kind that make him grab at his sides and cause his abdominal muscles to clench in soreness. Meanwhile, Joaquín is the embodiment of embarrassment, hands waving frantically in the air and eyes darting between Sam and the location where you stand, “Shhh! Shhhh! Before her and Bucky hear you!”
“So it’s true then?!”
As if his presence was magically spoken into existence, Bucky suddenly appears behind the two, “What’s true?”
“Oh, fuck…” With a hand over his racing heart, Joaquín slinks away from Buck, hoping to create enough should he in a head start in fleeing.
“Jaoquín, here, is crushing on our girl (Y/N).”
Bucky’s silence lingers as he contemplates the information before finally deciding to step into Joaquín personal space, “Look here kid. (Y/N) is very important to us and if you do anything to hurt her, if you even think about doing something to hurt her, I will hunt. you. down.
“Of course. I’d never do anything to hurt her, sir. I promise.”
Bucky holds his stare, perhaps hoping to somehow project the images of what he’d do should the man ever break your heart. It would not be pleasant but to protect you, Bucky would walk through hell itself. Sam is the one to interrupt the silent communication. In a hushed whisper, he continues his teasing, “Oooooh, Joaquín. Here she comes! Get ready.”
Please comment and reblog if you enjoyed. It really helps when you do. Thank you!
Requested by Anon: “Hey! Can i request a Joaquin Torres x Avenger!reader where the reader is very close to Sam and Bucky, and when they notice Torres has a crush on the reader or something, Sam teases while Buck gets protective like a big brother? Thanks have a good”
Tagging the Lovelies: @totally-superrad @hocusbowie @newmidnightmayor @mssbridgerton
I was not fucking prepared for sebs new insta post...
I feel like the internet is gonna have a field day
welcome to 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐛𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐲, KARLI MORGENTHAU. this small city can’t thrive without you! please make sure you have everything you need and take a look at our map to make sure you know your way around! we’re pleased to welcome you to our little corner of the world, so hop on in, and enjoy your new life! in addition, KARLI now lives at the community college dorms, apple berry nine. VENUS, please ensure you’ve joined the discord and filled out the forms to access the in-character servers within 24 hours or your role will be reopened. if you need an extension, please message the main and let us know, thank you!
welcome to new beverly, KARLI MORGENTHAU ! it says here that you are NINETEEN years old, your pronouns are SHE/HER, and you come from MARVEL. you have reported that ALL YOUR MEMORIES are in-tact, and that UNRELENTING STRENGTH — ENOUGH TO CARRY THE WORLD UPON YOUR SHOULDERS, FIGHTING FOR A CAUSE FAR BIGGER THAN YOURSELF, AND WIT BEYOND YOUR YEARS represents you the most. and our scans say you look similar to ERIN KELLYMAN. very well, we’re glad to say you belong here now. ( VENUS, APPLE BERRY NINE )
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
TW: smutttt!!! But also kinda fluffy lmao fluff is just my default setting I think
A/N: this is pt. 2 to this prompt, but can also be read as a standalone xx this is my very first™ and my very last attempt at smut so pls forgive me for this horrible piece 💖
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Your back was immediately pressed against the door once you and Bucky had stumbled in. His right had was pressed against the door above your head, his left hand resting on your hip, thumb slowly rubbing circles against the soft flesh on your hipbone.
Your right hand was fiddling with the door-handle, trying to lock it so no one could interrupt. The ‘click’ sounded and you gasped as his mouth moved towards the sweet spot on your neck, softly sucking as you moved your hand towards his head, shifting your fingers through his freshly trimmed hair.
“No Buck, no you-, you can’t leave a hickey there,” you softly moaned, grabbing his chin so you could gently lift it up back towards your lips, the older bruises still faintly visible and very unprofessional.
“Baby, please,” he pouted and you kicked off your boots, tugging at his jacket as well. Once you had half tugged his jacket off his shoulders, your lips hungrily attached to his jaw, leaving a string of open mouthed kisses.
A small breathless giggle left his mouth as he struggled to get the jacket off, you leaving hot breathed kisses all over him didn’t exactly help much as his pants just strained a little bit more.
“What are you laughing at,” you pulled away to look at his face, flushed cheeks and swollen lips but bright blue eyes staring at you. Every ounce of love he felt for you, you could feel through the look he was giving you.
“Um, I’m kinda stuck?” He scrunched his eyebrows as you fully pulled back now, biting on your lip as you watched him pull his jacket, haphazardly throwing it on the ground.
“‘M ready now”
You scoffed, narrowing your eyes at his eager expression, “I’m sorry what were you expecting to happen right now?”
He gave you a blank stare but quickly grabbed you by the waist and lifted you up and over his shoulder. You squealed and he squeezed your ass before walking you over to the bedroom and setting you down on the side of the bed.
“You can’t tease me all night and not expect this to happen sweetheart,” he kicked off his own boots and stood between your legs, letting his hands work slowly up your thighs.
You pulled your lower lip between your teeth as you innocently looked up at him, “hmm, so walk me through whatever this is supposed to be.”
His thumb slid over your lower lip as he pressed a feverish kiss to your jaw. The breath you drew in was sharp as his other hand slid over your thigh closer and closer towards your core. The panties you had one were already ruined, and as his hand hovered over them he pulled his lips away from your jaw.
“I think you already know what’s going on,” he softly murmured against the side of your face and you moaned as he pressed his palm over your panties.
“No no no, i wanna feel you inside me, baby,” you said, sizzling further up the bed and losing contact with his skilled fingers.
You pulled the dress haphazardly over your head, the strings getting stuck on the necklace Bucky had given you for your one year anniversary.
Giggles bubbled out of your mouth, “Jesus, what a pair we make.”
A soft laugh escaped his lips as you felt the bed dip in front of you, his fingers working to untangle strings from the delicate necklace.
Once you were freed from the garments, you laid down on your back, pulling Bucky with you as you grabbed the lapels of his blazer.
“This,” you struggled with the buckle on his belt, “s unfair.” You finally got it open and you pushed off his pants a little, your feet pushing them even lower.
“Love you,” he breathed against your lips, his tongue slipping in your mouth and effectively deepening the kiss.
His pants were fully off now and he pulled away quickly to get his blazer and t-shirt of his body that was running extremely hot by now.
Your hands ran down from his shoulders towards the edge of his boxers, pulling those off in one swift move.
His mouth connected with yours again, teeth clashing against each other as you softly pulled on his lower lip.
“‘Nd i love you,” you shakily repeat the words back to him, his hands working on getting your panties off.
His digits flitted between yours as his body pushed down yours. The breath hitched in both of your throats as he entered you slowly and gently, both of your bodies stilling when he reached the hilt.
You were already out of breath, the feeling of love you felt for this person making your head spin and you couldn’t get enough.
The joking nature had been replaced with the pure love you shared for each other and when your eyes connected with his, you wished you could memorize every aspect of his face. Every freckle and every sun spot were a testament to the beautiful moment you were creating between the two of you.
He started slowly moving in and out of you at a leisurely pace, small grunts leaving his lips as you felt the delicious pit in your stomach tighten. You draped your arms over this shoulders and brought your lips towards his, open mouthed kisses shared between sharp breaths and small moans.
One of his hands moves your left leg so its sit on top of his hip, his thrusts going a little faster and deeper than before.
“Oh gosh,” you let out a shaky moan and he buries his face in your neck before mumbling something along the lines of yeah, yeah I know.
Your whimpers are music to his ears, the softest sounds that only he can create instantly pull on his heartstrings.
“What do you want, baby,” he whispered as he watched you wither under him, your legs shakily wrapping around his waist as his thrusts stilled for a moment.
“Faster,” you breathed out as your own hips bucked up, trying to get some movement back. He complied and pushed in again, feeling himself unravel as you tightened your hold on his shoulders, your nails leaving small indents.
The room was filled with breathless whispers of ‘I love you’s and small moans, the heat significantly rising. In this moment right there, you felt the most whole you had ever been. The sweet love making had given you some sort of high and every time he pushed deeper into you, you felt as if every broken heart you had suffered was getting put back together.
“I’m c-close,” he moaned in your ear as his thrust were getting sloppy. Your lips sucked onto the spot under his ear, as you felt the coil in your stomach tighten.
His blue eyes stared into your soul as he finished, the love radiating out of them enough for you to finish as well.
His body dropped down on yours, and you brought your hands up to his head to softly scratch his hair. His weight in you comforted you endlessly and tears sprang into your eyes as you thought about your future with him. You never wanted to lose him, wanted to keep him here in this moment where he was safe on top of you, every piece of his soul left bare as you did with yours.
After a few minutes he rolled off of you, his hand snaking around your waist as the tired look on his face was replaced by one of concerns when he saw the red in your eyes.
“Did you cry? Are you okay?” He asked as his thumbs swiped under your eyes, a soft look present on his face.
“I just-, I just love you so much,” you sniffled and buried your face in his neck, “and I missed you as well.”
“I love you so much, too,” he breathed out into your hair, pressing a kiss onto your head as his own eyes were starting to sting.
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