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Summary : Turns out some of the documentary descriptions of Steve Rogers are wilder than he expected.
Word Count : 300 😎
Steve never enjoyed watching his own documentaries very much. Mostly because they played him out to be someone so sorted and so heroic that it almost didn't seem human.
He didn't have it all sorted. He still didn't know the distinguish between the good and the bad sometimes.
Which was the main reason he told you no when you asked if they could watch his documentary and have a cute date night kind of thing.
Those are the two things that absolutely do not do together. But Steve is a weak man when it comes to you. So he said yes.
He cooked his ma's spaghetti recipe and courted you with all the charm of a man still living in 40s. You didn't mind it. If anything you found it adorable.
Steve was very unlike the men nowadays—shallow and self absorbed. Steve was a giver, a listener and more than anything he knew your heart like his own.
You're settled half on the couch and half on him, watching the opening credits of the captain america documentary.
Steve huffs and sighs every time the narrator turns a small incident of his life into a full blown moral story.
You on the other hand are perfectly normal about it. But that was until the narrator described his smile “And he shows them pearly whites”
“Wait what?” You amusedly look up at him and he shakes his head with a sigh.
“That's how they describe your smile?” You’re cackling now. And Steve has the audacity to roll his eyes “You're never letting this go, are you?”
“Oh hell nah” you roll over, taking your phone out while laughing.
“I'm sending this to sam” horror crosses Steve's face in an instant. If this news reaches sam, he's done for.
But you're already recording the ‘pearly white’ part on your phone and he's frozen on his spot, unable to stop you because the joy on your face is unlike anything Steve has ever seen.
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Pairing : Bucky x Reader (assume they're in their 40s)
Summary : a car ride, an old song, and memories worth lifetime.
Word Count : 360 (I know, I'm sorry)
The wind hits your face like waves hitting the bow of a ship, splattering your hair into your face and making you giggle every time bucky tries to drag a stray strand of your hair behind your ear and loses control on the steering wheel slightly.
“Your driving skills are rusty, old man” you tease
He looks offended “You seemed to like my driving skills just fine last night”
He wiggles his brows at you and you nudge him with your elbow.
He chuckles.
The sound making you feel warm and fuzzy in the chest even after all these years.
The radio chooses the same moment to play your song.
“I never understood a single word he said”
The voice sharpens as you turn the dial up a notch, letting yourself be lost to the past.
Bucky turns to look at you. His eyes telling you that he is right there with you.
1970
A long drive and two teenagers in love. When the radio decided to play this song and you shared your first kiss at the tune of it.
“You remember this song?” You ask bucky, despite knowing he does remember it.
“I do” he nods eyes on the road but the picture behind his irises is of you.
You with your wild hair and wilder laugh. And how you sneaked your father's car keys just so he could take you out on a drive.
He remembers being flustered. Remembers wondering if you'd be impressed or repulsed. He remembers the entire length of your then very short relationship pass in front of him, worried if he'll make it last.
Turns out the relationship lasted just fine.
You had wrinkles around your eyes now. His hair had streaks of gray. Your children had moved out to go to college and you were back to how you were when you just got married.
Just you two.
And in a fleeting moment it hits bucky. That he got to see the woman with wild hair and wilder laugh turn into this majestic person he got to live his life with.
Pairing : Bucky x Reader (assume they're in their 40s)
Summary : a car ride, an old song, and memories worth lifetime.
Word Count : 360 (I know, I'm sorry)
The wind hits your face like waves hitting the bow of a ship, splattering your hair into your face and making you giggle every time bucky tries to drag a stray strand of your hair behind your ear and loses control on the steering wheel slightly.
“Your driving skills are rusty, old man” you tease
He looks offended “You seemed to like my driving skills just fine last night”
He wiggles his brows at you and you nudge him with your elbow.
He chuckles.
The sound making you feel warm and fuzzy in the chest even after all these years.
The radio chooses the same moment to play your song.
“I never understood a single word he said”
The voice sharpens as you turn the dial up a notch, letting yourself be lost to the past.
Bucky turns to look at you. His eyes telling you that he is right there with you.
1970
A long drive and two teenagers in love. When the radio decided to play this song and you shared your first kiss at the tune of it.
“You remember this song?” You ask bucky, despite knowing he does remember it.
“I do” he nods eyes on the road but the picture behind his irises is of you.
You with your wild hair and wilder laugh. And how you sneaked your father's car keys just so he could take you out on a drive.
He remembers being flustered. Remembers wondering if you'd be impressed or repulsed. He remembers the entire length of your then very short relationship pass in front of him, worried if he'll make it last.
Turns out the relationship lasted just fine.
You had wrinkles around your eyes now. His hair had streaks of gray. Your children had moved out to go to college and you were back to how you were when you just got married.
Just you two.
And in a fleeting moment it hits bucky. That he got to see the woman with wild hair and wilder laugh turn into this majestic person he got to live his life with.
Summary : Your friends with benefits situation is slowly turning your life hell.
Word Count : 315
Warnings : Allusions to smut.
You're sprawled on matt's silk sheets reconsidering every single life decision that led to this moment.
“Do you really have to go?” You ask from beneath the comfort of his blankets peeking up at his godly figure as he slowly puts on his daredevil suit.
The muscles of his back ripple in the low yellow light that matt insists on having in his apartment. The veins on his forearms bulging as he tugs the pants upward buttoning it close.
“You know I have to. Someone's gotta look after the innocent in hell's kitchen” his voice is serious in a way you dont want it to be when he has just fucked you raw.
What you'd rather like is to have him cuddle you to sleep. But that's beyond the terms of your…..whatever your relationship is.
You unconsciously whimper as the sight of his glorious cock is hidden from you by those pants that should be illegal for how good they make his ass look.
You feel yourself go warm, dripping onto his silk sheets all over again as your lonely cunt clenches around nothing.
Fine. Not lonely.
But you still can't resist the lure of his cock. Which is saying something since it has now brought you here. And you can't even be upset from him and leave now that you're neck deep in love with him. But he doesn't need to know about that yet.
“Stay out of trouble for me” you whisper.
He chuckles “No, I can't promise that I won't do that”
You roll your eyes, knowing you'll still wake up to care for his injuries halfway through the night.
He comes forward, pressing a chaste kiss on your cheek and before you know it, he's out of the window.
You walk over, shutting it close but leaving the latch open for when he comes back.
You make your way back to bed, smiling “Friends with benefits my ass”
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Summary : Your friends with benefits situation is slowly turning your life hell.
Word Count : 315
Warnings : Allusions to smut.
You're sprawled on matt's silk sheets reconsidering every single life decision that led to this moment.
“Do you really have to go?” You ask from beneath the comfort of his blankets peeking up at his godly figure as he slowly puts on his daredevil suit.
The muscles of his back ripple in the low yellow light that matt insists on having in his apartment. The veins on his forearms bulging as he tugs the pants upward buttoning it close.
“You know I have to. Someone's gotta look after the innocent in hell's kitchen” his voice is serious in a way you dont want it to be when he has just fucked you raw.
What you'd rather like is to have him cuddle you to sleep. But that's beyond the terms of your…..whatever your relationship is.
You unconsciously whimper as the sight of his glorious cock is hidden from you by those pants that should be illegal for how good they make his ass look.
You feel yourself go warm, dripping onto his silk sheets all over again as your lonely cunt clenches around nothing.
Fine. Not lonely.
But you still can't resist the lure of his cock. Which is saying something since it has now brought you here. And you can't even be upset from him and leave now that you're neck deep in love with him. But he doesn't need to know about that yet.
“Stay out of trouble for me” you whisper.
He chuckles “No, I can't promise that I won't do that”
You roll your eyes, knowing you'll still wake up to care for his injuries halfway through the night.
He comes forward, pressing a chaste kiss on your cheek and before you know it, he's out of the window.
You walk over, shutting it close but leaving the latch open for when he comes back.
You make your way back to bed, smiling “Friends with benefits my ass”
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𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+/MDNI. [dom!andy, hair pulling, gagging, dacryphyilia, tie being used as a collar, uhhhh.....yeah I like this]
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𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭: “No I can't promise that I won't do that”
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It wasn't like him, not really.
But he had been wound up tight, tighter and tighter till he was ready to snap. And no matter how much you tended to him, no matter how much you made him feel like he was okay, he wasn't. Not tonight.
The night started like any other. Him cooking dinner, you doing the dishes, you in his arms as you stroke his hair. But he had been quiet. And his eyes were dark—darker than you’d ever seen them.
And the night found itself to be like no other. He was still fully clothed, shirt unbottoned just enough to let you peek at his dark hair, tie undone, jaw clenched tight as he looks down at you.
He taps your cheek with two fingers, drawing your attention back to him. “Don't make the mistake of thinking I'm yours, that I'll care..” he enunciates slowly, making sure you understand each word that leaves his mouth. “I can't promise that I won't do that. But tonight, you're mine to use… mine to break.”
You whimper, his words so unlike him, but also, just like him. Promises to break you, but intentions to put you back together.
You'd be lying if you said you didn't like this— seeing him like this. You had always known he had this side to him, and you had been dying to see it. To feel it.
To feel him.
He tugs at the makeshift collar around your neck—his silk tie you gifted him last month for a job well done—and grabs at your hair, tugging at the roots hard enough to make you cry out his name.
He wonders why it took him so long to do this. To take you like this. The pathetic tears in your eyes, more of arousal than pain were a sight to behold, and his raging hard cock was throbbing painfully to be sheathed inside you to the hilt.
But he'd wait. He'd wait because he is a patient man, and good things come to those who wait.
“Say aaah!” he coos, voice deceptively soft.
You open your mouth, tossing away the shame that came with the act, and suck eagerly at his fingers as he feeds them to you.
“You look good like this, baby,” he pushes them in deeper, his fingertips reaching the back of your throat as you gag around the hefty length of them.
“Keep this up, I'll be waiting till you're crying for my cock...”
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Pairing : Bucky x Reader (assume they're in their 40s)
Summary : a car ride, an old song, and memories worth lifetime.
Word Count : 360 (I know, I'm sorry)
The wind hits your face like waves hitting the bow of a ship, splattering your hair into your face and making you giggle every time bucky tries to drag a stray strand of your hair behind your ear and loses control on the steering wheel slightly.
“Your driving skills are rusty, old man” you tease
He looks offended “You seemed to like my driving skills just fine last night”
He wiggles his brows at you and you nudge him with your elbow.
He chuckles.
The sound making you feel warm and fuzzy in the chest even after all these years.
The radio chooses the same moment to play your song.
“I never understood a single word he said”
The voice sharpens as you turn the dial up a notch, letting yourself be lost to the past.
Bucky turns to look at you. His eyes telling you that he is right there with you.
1970
A long drive and two teenagers in love. When the radio decided to play this song and you shared your first kiss at the tune of it.
“You remember this song?” You ask bucky, despite knowing he does remember it.
“I do” he nods eyes on the road but the picture behind his irises is of you.
You with your wild hair and wilder laugh. And how you sneaked your father's car keys just so he could take you out on a drive.
He remembers being flustered. Remembers wondering if you'd be impressed or repulsed. He remembers the entire length of your then very short relationship pass in front of him, worried if he'll make it last.
Turns out the relationship lasted just fine.
You had wrinkles around your eyes now. His hair had streaks of gray. Your children had moved out to go to college and you were back to how you were when you just got married.
Just you two.
And in a fleeting moment it hits bucky. That he got to see the woman with wild hair and wilder laugh turn into this majestic person he got to live his life with.
Pairing : Bucky x Reader (assume they're in their 40s)
Summary : a car ride, an old song, and memories worth lifetime.
Word Count : 360 (I know, I'm sorry)
The wind hits your face like waves hitting the bow of a ship, splattering your hair into your face and making you giggle every time bucky tries to drag a stray strand of your hair behind your ear and loses control on the steering wheel slightly.
“Your driving skills are rusty, old man” you tease
He looks offended “You seemed to like my driving skills just fine last night”
He wiggles his brows at you and you nudge him with your elbow.
He chuckles.
The sound making you feel warm and fuzzy in the chest even after all these years.
The radio chooses the same moment to play your song.
“I never understood a single word he said”
The voice sharpens as you turn the dial up a notch, letting yourself be lost to the past.
Bucky turns to look at you. His eyes telling you that he is right there with you.
1970
A long drive and two teenagers in love. When the radio decided to play this song and you shared your first kiss at the tune of it.
“You remember this song?” You ask bucky, despite knowing he does remember it.
“I do” he nods eyes on the road but the picture behind his irises is of you.
You with your wild hair and wilder laugh. And how you sneaked your father's car keys just so he could take you out on a drive.
He remembers being flustered. Remembers wondering if you'd be impressed or repulsed. He remembers the entire length of your then very short relationship pass in front of him, worried if he'll make it last.
Turns out the relationship lasted just fine.
You had wrinkles around your eyes now. His hair had streaks of gray. Your children had moved out to go to college and you were back to how you were when you just got married.
Just you two.
And in a fleeting moment it hits bucky. That he got to see the woman with wild hair and wilder laugh turn into this majestic person he got to live his life with.
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Pairing : Bucky x Reader (assume they're in their 40s)
Summary : a car ride, an old song, and memories worth lifetime.
Word Count : 360 (I know, I'm sorry)
The wind hits your face like waves hitting the bow of a ship, splattering your hair into your face and making you giggle every time bucky tries to drag a stray strand of your hair behind your ear and loses control on the steering wheel slightly.
“Your driving skills are rusty, old man” you tease
He looks offended “You seemed to like my driving skills just fine last night”
He wiggles his brows at you and you nudge him with your elbow.
He chuckles.
The sound making you feel warm and fuzzy in the chest even after all these years.
The radio chooses the same moment to play your song.
“I never understood a single word he said”
The voice sharpens as you turn the dial up a notch, letting yourself be lost to the past.
Bucky turns to look at you. His eyes telling you that he is right there with you.
1970
A long drive and two teenagers in love. When the radio decided to play this song and you shared your first kiss at the tune of it.
“You remember this song?” You ask bucky, despite knowing he does remember it.
“I do” he nods eyes on the road but the picture behind his irises is of you.
You with your wild hair and wilder laugh. And how you sneaked your father's car keys just so he could take you out on a drive.
He remembers being flustered. Remembers wondering if you'd be impressed or repulsed. He remembers the entire length of your then very short relationship pass in front of him, worried if he'll make it last.
Turns out the relationship lasted just fine.
You had wrinkles around your eyes now. His hair had streaks of gray. Your children had moved out to go to college and you were back to how you were when you just got married.
Just you two.
And in a fleeting moment it hits bucky. That he got to see the woman with wild hair and wilder laugh turn into this majestic person he got to live his life with.
Characters: Bucky Barnes & unnamed child, no romantic pairings
Word Count: 303
Audience: general
Synopsis: Bucky is recognized by a young fan.
A/N: June 1st submission for June Jukebox Scribbles with the song prompt Joy to the World by Three Dog Night. Lyrics in bold.
Event Masterlist | Main Masterlist | AO3
“Aren’t you Bucky Barnes?”
Bucky looks from the museum exhibit plaque down to the inquisitor. Apparently the ball cap isn’t enough to hide his identity. A young boy beams up at him, one front tooth missing.
“You are,” he whispers, eyes growing wide.
Bucky holds a finger up to his mouth and the boy nods, complying.
“Did you really know the first Captain America?” The boy whispers.
Bucky glances around quickly, scanning the room for a caregiver, but not seeing anyone. He nods toward a nearby bench, and they both take a seat.
“Are you here with a grown-up?” Bucky asks.
"Yeah, but my baby brother threw up so my mom is in the bathroom changing him. She told me to stay in this room."
"Okay," Bucky says, silently vowing to stay here until his mom returns to keep an eye on him.
"So… did you know him?" The boy asks, nodding toward a large photo of Steve in his first Captain America suit.
"Yeah, he was a good friend of mine. We grew up together."
"What was it like being a soldier?" He asks as his legs dangle from the bench seat.
Bucky steeples his fingers while he thinks of an appropriate way to explain war to a child.
"It was scary most of the time," he starts, "but if you found something or someone to fight for, it made you brave."
"Who did you fight for?" He asks, looking up at Bucky.
Steve, he thinks, but doesn't say it. He settles on, "Everyone I loved."
"My mom says you were a ladies man," the boy retorts.
Bucky laughs and shakes his head. "I'm not sure how that rumor got started, but I did love to have my fun."
"Mom!" The boy exclaims, jumping up from the bench. "Come meet my friend!"
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