I got shot in the leg and I don't get any cookies?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 8.2K

Summary: Bucky becomes quite taken with the local barista, who is determined to help him figure out his coffee preferences.

Warnings: 18+, panic attack, PTSD, language, kidnapping, violence, gore, vague allusion to domestic abuse, angst, fluff–please heed these warnings, as they may be triggering to some

Minors–this is not for you. You are responsible for your own media consumption. Please be discerning. Do not interact.

A/N: I know it’s been a bit since my last fic; I had some personal nonsense come up that unfortunately had to take priority. I’ve missed sharing with you all a lot, and I am very glad to be back. Thank you so much for your patience. For this fic, please take these warnings seriously. This piece escalates significantly from fluff to angst and violence, so just be aware going in.

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black coffee london fog, decaf

“Hi, what can I get y—shit, are you okay?”

Bucky’s eyes darted to the source of the question, landing on a pretty barista behind the counter. She was tensed, watching him with concern.

Great. Now you can scare the shit out of a minimum wage employee. Get it together, Barnes. It was a fucking car backfiring.

Summary: An offhand comment about you being too heavy for your boyfriend to pick up, offends Bucky more than you thought possible. Now he has to show you how wrong you are. 

Pairing: Beefy Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Implied smut, fluff

A/N: Prompt based on an ask from @marvelmaree. Not beta’d all mistakes are my own. 

𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 (𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵)

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The first time you mentioned it, it was a casual remark, you didn’t think anything of it, but Bucky was confused. Very confused. He thought maybe it was some strange saying women from this time said. But it bothered him that you wouldn’t let him help you. 

So he brought it up to Sam, explaining how he tried to lift you up so that you could reach into the back of the top cabinet, however, you gently slapped his hands away saying you were too much, too heavy and he would throw out his back. 

That led to an entire conversation that he never thought he would have. He never considered that you would have any insecurities, why would he when Bucky thought you were perfection.

 He spent the entire drive home mulling it over and the only flaw that he could come up with was that you didn’t think he couldn’t lift you up, that you believed that you were too heavy for him. 

And he did not like that.

 When he walked into the house, Bucky found you sitting on the couch watching Netflix, he studied you for a good five minutes, getting closer and closer until his nose was touching yours. 

You look up from the screen to see an irate Bucky glaring at you, and you can’t figure out why. “Uh, Bucky, you okay?” you ask slowly, moving back into the cushions. 

“You don’t think I can handle you, huh?” he challenges, placing his arms around you, “you think you’re too heavy for me?” His offended tone lingering in the air. 

You stammer out, “well I, I mean, I didn’t want you to drop me or anything.” 

And that sets him off. He has plans already forming in his mind. He nods, his narrowed blue eyes peering into yours, “okay then, doll.” 

He walks away with a laugh, “we’ll see about that.” 

You stare at his retreating body. “We shall see about that!” 

That night, you’re walking out of the bathroom about to go to sleep when he scoops you up with his right hand and holds you in the air, ignoring your startled shrieks, he walks around to your side of the bed and gently lays you down. 

You look up shocked and mildly confused for the second time today, Bucky smirks at you and places a kiss on your lips. 

“Goodnight, doll.” He has a smug air about him, his blue eyes telling you he’s right and you’re wrong. It’s intoxicating, and he loves it. Not as much as he loves you but it’s pretty damn close 

The next morning, the previous incident is forgotten as you drag yourself awake and search for the caffeine you need to survive Monday. You shuffle to the kitchen, a quick press of a button on the fancy machine that Tony gave you, and the familiar aroma of coffee floats through the air. 

Don’t forget that Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes had to grow up way too fast, not only because of the war, but because they were teenagers in the Great Depression, they were part of an extremely marginalized group during a time of extreme tension, and the whole dead parents thing. Don’t forget that Steve and Bucky probably never got to do dumb teenager things because they both had to do whatever work they could to stay afloat and then a WAR happened. 

Think about all that pressure once Steve was “Captain America” and became a propaganda piece. Think about the atrocities of war that they’d have seen. Think about the fact that they both faced death. Think about the fact that Steve’s best friend died. THINK ABOUT HOW THESE KIDS ARE NOW SUDDENLY 95+ YEARS OLD. Think about Bucky, waking up and technically being maybe 27 and having to reconcile all the things HYDRA made him do as the Winter Soldier.

Peggy Carter was born in 1919. She is only a year older than Steve. She’s still in her twenties during Agent Carter, y’all. Let that sink in for a moment. She’s still in her twenties.

That flashback scene in The Winter Soldier with the “I’m with ya till the end of the line”? They were teenagers then. TEENAGERS. 

pairing: soulmate!peter parker x reader

summary: mj knocks sense into peter at one in the morning, peter steals ice cream from tony stark’s kitchen, morgan learns a new word, harry the mama hen fusses over peter who has no regard for his health and you should’ve kept her window locked

word count: 30.6k (what is wrong with me, i’m so sorry)

warning: typos, swearing, peter being a dumbass, mentions of sex, brief mention of uncle ben’s death and funeral, kissing at the end (I’d rather call it making out) gwen

a/n: okay, this took a while. I’ve been feeling a little disconnected to the story, but I hope it doesn’t affect my writing. thank you so much for waiting, please enjoy!! I am a hoe for feedback, I’d love to hear your thoughts! :)) 

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“Hello?" 

"Y/n is ignoring me,” peter sniffled, itching his face over the mask, leaning back as he let his feet dangle off the side of the building, perched on the edge of the terrace, “again." 

"I hate you,” MJ grumbled, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes as she rolled in bed, the phone slipping from her hand, “go fuck yourself." 

"I know you told me not to,” peter ignored her, licking his lips as his eyes drifted back to your window, the curtains were pulled back, a low golden glow illuminating your glass window, “but I called her again–”

MJ let out a frustrated groan, picking up her phone, “peter–" 

steve rogers x reader (fluff)

a/n: i got a johnny storm + biting request too! leave me a comment or send me a message to let me know who ur ideal cevans marvel boyfriend is.... JOHNNY OR STEVE?

warnings: body image issues. some thoughts in the tags.

steve’s fingertips linger on your back when he finishes zipping up your dress. his eyes flicker up to meet yours in the mirror.

you love so much about the dress. the feel of it against your skin and where it hits you on your leg, the color of it against steve’s suit and how it goes with the necklace he got you.

still, you tilt your head at what you see in the mirror, your hands sliding up from your thighs up to your stomach. you inhale, ready to let it go in a sigh, when steve bites the crook of your neck.

“hey!” you yelp, as he nibbles his way across your bare shoulder.

“whatever you’re thinking, it’s wrong.”

“i wasn’t thinking anything.” steve’s arms wrap tightly around your waist, your upper body flush against his solidness. “i just—”

wish tony wouldn’t invite so many models to these parties, is how you would have finished your sentence, if steve hadn’t nipped at your other shoulder to cut you off. 

“stop, stop, stop,” steve mutters, now pressing a soft kiss to each piece of skin he bit. “i swear to god i’ll bite you every time you say something bad about yourself.”

you laugh weakly. “everyone’s gonna think that captain america’s like, a kinky perv.”

pulling you tighter against him, he murmurs, "with you in this dress, maybe i am.” he spins you around. “i don’t care what they think. in fact, i don’t care what your own brain thinks either. you’re beautiful.”

you already feel better, especially now that you look directly into his eyes, and see the worship in them. “say it again.”

he grins. “you’re so fucking beautiful.”

“thank you, steve."

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"How does this thing work?" you heard his voice, but all you could see was his forehead.

"Tilt the phone a little bit,” you instructed with a laugh.

"Oh, there I am!" he realized suddenly, moving the phone back so it wasn't such a dramatic close-up. "God, I look like shit."

“No you don’t!” you disagreed instantly.  “You look cute.  And slightly underslept.”

“Have I ever not looked underslept?” he asked with a little smirk as he combed his fingers through his hair.

I missed your face

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Summary: Y/N “Birdie” Parker left New York and her family three years ago in the middle of the night. Now, a call for help to her best friend brings her back into the fold of the Three Families and their “business”

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Parker!Reader

Content warning: physical abuse, miscarriage, cursing, mentions of forced marriage, sex, mentions of alcohol and inebriation

Word Count: 2.3k

Notes: Steve is a bit of stubborn idiot in this, but so is Birdie. Next part we will learn more about Steve and his past. Enjoy! 💛

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Y/N stood outside the door of the round table room of the Ivory. Dread coursed through her as she waited to speak to Tony. Desperation was driving her and Y/N knew that if she stopped moving even for a moment, she would break. All she had to do was sign her name on the contract and then she could breakdown. Finally, the door opened and she was surprised to see that there was a group of people waiting for her inside. George sat at the head of the table with Tony and Pepper to his left, Barney on his right and Bucky and Steve filled out the remaining chairs. Everyone turned to look at her when she walked in. Y/N took a deep breath. This lie needed to be sold or she was in trouble, “I need to apologize for my behavior yesterday. The shock of it all hit and I didn’t handle it well. I took yesterday to calm down and think about it. I’ve decided that this union is a good idea. That is, if Steve is still willing.” She turned to Tony, “Dad, as much as it pains me to admit, you were right. He is a good man. I’ve been known as an irresponsible girl whose head is in the clouds. I need to prove that I’ve matured and this could be a step in the right direction.”  No one spoke as Pepper scoffed and glared at Tony as she left the room, the door slamming on her way out. 

Steve stood up and grabbed Y/N by the arm, she winced as he hit exactly where Brock had grabbed her the day before, “We need to talk.” He pulled her out of the room, “You’ve been avoiding me for three days. We slept together and the next morning you ran out of that hotel room without a word. Yesterday, you announced in front of multiple people that there was no chance in hell that you would ever marry me. What the hell is going on, Birdie?”

Her nails dug into her palm, “It’s like I said. I took the day and thought it over. I’m not leaving again, Steve… I can’t. This marriage has been in the works since I was 17 and it’s a way to show that I’m not little Birdie Stark anymore. I’m not the problem child that you got saddled with as punishment. Clearly, you want it or you wouldn’t have agreed the second time and I think I could be happier with you than anyway else I’ve ever met. So, please, don’t give up on me now… Please.” 

Steve looked down at Y/N. He could see the mistiness in her eyes, but he could also see that she was being genuine. He just nodded and they went back into the office. No one spoke as they both signed the contract that had been drawn up. Before the ink had dried, Tony was pulling out a celebratory drink. When Steve turned to hand one to his new fiancee, he realized she had left the room. He put the glasses down and went to look for her. He found her outside talking to Pepper and decided not to intrude.

As soon as everyone’s attention was taken, Y/N had gone after Pepper. She found her outside the building and called to her. “Mom, I’m sorry.”

Pepper held up a hand to stop her, “Don’t you dare apologize. It’s your father that is to blame for this. None of this would have happened if he hadn’t interfered. You wouldn’t have left the first time and you wouldn’t feel the need to prove yourself by marrying someone you don’t want to.”

“Oh, Mom… you can’t just blame Dad for all of that. There were so many other reasons I left.” The image of Brock leaning against the car haunted her. “Yes, he was part of it, but not all of it. I’m not just marrying Steve to prove myself. I know you imagined us finding our soulmates like you did with Dad. But, I don’t believe in the One. I believe that Steve and I can make each other happy and I’ve been stuck in a rut for a really long time. He and Jamie make me happy in a way I haven’t been in years. It’s not a great love story, but it’s a good future. One that lets me keep all of you with me and that’s all I want.”

Pepper reached up to cup Y/N’s face, “I just don’t want you to sacrifice because you think you deserve less.”

“Mom, it’s too late for regrets and all I want is to know I have your support, because I can not plan a wedding.” Pepper laughed at that and Y/N knew she managed to distract her mother from her anger. “Don’t be mad at Dad for too long. For all of his stupid mistakes, he really is doing what he thinks is best.”

The weeks following the contract being signed was exhausting. They had immediately started plans. This wedding was happening quickly, before Becca and Sam’s wedding could even happen. Planning this wedding was a nightmare for Y/N. The planner was the most odious person she’d ever had the misfortune of meeting. The woman’s hand had stayed on Steve’s arm the entire first meeting and cemented her as persona non grata in Y/N’s mind. 

Pepper had invited her for a meeting at the Ivory They sat at one of the tables in the solarium. “So color scheme for the wedding?”

“Lime green and orange.”

Y/N heard Pepper sigh next to her, “Jewel tones: burgundy, emerald, navy blue.”

“Lovely,” the wedding planner simpered, “Do you have a date in mind?”

“March is the hope, but we don’t have a specific date in mind.”

“Well we can look at a few locations and see if their availability will help narrow that down. Unless, you have a place in mind?”

“No, this wedding is a blank slate.” 

Y/N was zoned out, as her mother planned the wedding. Finally, she couldn’t stand it any longer and pushed her chair back, “I forgot I told Steve that I would stop into his office. Mom, you know what I like.” She escaped from the table and hurried up to his office. She threw the doors open, “Can we elope?”

Steve’s eyes didn’t even leave the document he was reading. This was not the first time they’d had a similar discussion, “Sweetheart, I’ve told you before. No.”

“Please,” Y/N slinked over and perched herself on the corner of his desk, “The wedding planner is the worst!”

He sighed and put the papers he was reading down. He looked up her, amusement shining in his eyes, “Are you sure you’re not jealous?”

She gasped in outrage, “Jealous! Why would I be jealous?”

“Because she kept touching my arm when we first met her and I thought you were going to rip her hand off.” She hated that he had caught that moment of weakness. They had kissed a few times since signing the contract, but they hadn’t slept together since the party. He gave her a quick kiss, “I kind of liked that you were jealous.”

Y/N pouted, her bottom lip sticking out, “I want a divorce.”

“Need to be a good girl and marry me first.” She whimpered and finally Steve shoved aside his work, giving her his whole attention, “You know for someone who is as bad at following rules as you are, calling you a good girl really seems to do something to you.”

Y/N hopped off his desk trying to put some distance between them, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh really? So when I said that to you, I didn’t see you get all flustered? Just like you are right now?” Steve stood up and moved behind her. He wrapped one arm around her waist and kissed along her bare neck, watching as goosebumps blossomed. He smirked and leaned close to her ear and dropped his voice, so that it was thick like honey, “You don’t want to be a good girl for me, Birdie?”

Y/N whimpered softly and a shiver ran down her spine as his voice rolled over her. She felt his lips brush along her neck and the ability to think was gone. 

“I – I,” She dropped her head back, giving Steve unlimited access to her, “Oh, I can’t think when you do that.”

“Let’s make a deal, sweetheart. You give me some answers and I promise I’ll make it worth your while.

“Okay, but I can’t guarantee you’ll like the answers I have to give.

He smirked at her defiance, “Were you jealous?”

“Yes.”

“Were you telling me the truth about that dinner I made two nights ago? Was it good?”

She snickered, “No, it was awful. I’ll cook from now on.”

Steve decided to try and see if he could get some answers to questions that plagued him. He switched his tune and spun her around so that she was standing between his thighs, “What happened to make you run from the hotel?”

Y/N played with the buttons on his shirt, avoiding his gaze, “Becca called me Jamie’s mom and it freaked me out. I don’t know if I can be a good parent and I don’t want to replace his mother. I know that she’s dead, but still.”

“First of all, you are an amazing mother to Jamie. Take it from someone who actually had no experience with kids, you are miles ahead of where I was. You love him and care for him and I trust you completely with him.” Y/N kissed Steve, her hand curling into his hair. They separated, but he kept on hand on her back, “One more question. Where were you for the last three years?”

She stiffened and he watched her mask fall into place, “I told you. I went to a lot of places. 

“What happened to you? The full story.”

Y/N shrugged him off and stepped away from him, “Rogers, don’t do this.”

“You need to talk to someone.”

“I have, just not the people who continue to push me and piss me off.”

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, “You deserve to be happy, Birdie.

“I am happy…Look, I can’t keep spending my life sad because some shit has happened in my past. I want to enjoy the life I have. Spend my days with my family, and be there for you and Jamie. I don’t want to be sad and broken.

You’re not sad or broken,” Steve tucked her hair behind her ear, “But there’s a difference between moving on and avoiding.”

“I’m not avoiding shit. I’ve always told the truth about what’s happened to me.”

Steve stared at her incredulously, “The whole truth?” Y/N stiffened and nodded at him. If her eyes could kill, he would died a hundred times over. “The whole entire truth? You’re not hiding something deep down?”

“I’ve told everyone everything they need to know about where I’ve been and about my ex.

Steve chuckled humorlessly and started walking towards Y/N, “You’re so careful, you know?”

Her stomach was is knots, “Careful?”

“Yes. You never say his name. Only ‘my boyfriend’ or ‘my ex.’ This anticipation is killing me. Why are you protecting him even after all this time?”

“I’m not protecting him. Maybe I just don’t want all the possessive guys around me to get even worse. Maybe… just maybe, it’s not your business.”

Steve groaned at her stubbornness and kissed along her neck, turning her legs to jelly. “Come on, be a good girl. You’re going to be my wife. Just give me a name, Birdie.”

Y/N knew his game and it still took all of her strength to pull away, “Oh no. You’re not using that against me.”

“Sweetheart, I am trying to get you to open up to me. Getting you to share is like Bucky and Sam trying to have an intelligent conversation. You’ve got so many walls up and every time I think I’ve broken one down, two more are put up. I’m just trying to understand you.”

She shoved his chest, “If you want to understand, just be there. Make me believe you’re worth it. Don’t seduce me into getting your way. Help me understand that you won’t leave when it gets tough. 

“What, like you did?” Y/N reeled back when Steve said that.

“I’m trying to make up for that.”

“Then tell me what is going on with you.”

She opened her mouth, but no words came out. Her mind was swirling, “No, Steve! No! You don’t get to guilt me into this. This is not fair to me. Will you do this every time I don’t act how you want? Is my leaving some ploy you’ll use to get what you want? That’s not the actions of someone I want to share with. I want to tell you everything because I trust you to understand and not because I think it’ll make you forgive me faster… I—I need to go.”

“Birdie…”

“I need space from all of this. Get my head on straight. I’ll see you later.” Y/N was out the door, before he could stop her. 

Her phone was vibrating like crazy and she finally looked at it. Messages from an unknown number had filled the screen:

I meant what I said when you’re all mine.

You belong to me and to HYDRA.

Maybe the Families will get some anonymous intel on where you’ve been

Can Steve Rogers really give you all I did?

Do you cry his name out like you did mine?

What will Daddy Stark say about his little whore of a daughter?

Are you so stupid that you think marrying Rogers will protect you?

What Y/N didn’t know was that George was tracking her phone and was seeing every message she got. It didn’t take long for him to get the information he needed. Brock Rumlow: the reason Y/N Parker-Stark was broken. HYDRA had gotten closer and done more damage than anyone else knew.

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w/c: 2.5k

warnings: veryyyy suggestive, swearing, some pretty embarrassing moments

a/n: thank you babe! i didn’t write the actual smut but y’all can guess what happened 😭 also this is super long i couldn’t help myself

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it was everything. it was everything you ever wanted your first time to be and more.

you’d brought up to peter during a make out session one night that you were ready to go farther than you two already have. there was one base you didn’t hit yet. the fourth, the final. you were thinking about it for a while before that, and peter would be lying if he said he didn’t.

your love has always been physical, whether it’s you kissing peter’s cuts after a mission or him tracing hearts on you with his fingers. there’s also the more sexual side of things. that part, you both enjoy just as much, maybe even a little more because you know exactly how to make each other feel good after all the trial and error.

what better way to combine the two than, well, making love?

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: you tell Cap the story of all the times you and Peter waited for each other. Takes place during Engame

Listen to Wait For Me from Hadestown for the inspiration behind this story

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6 years ago

“Whats the B for?” You asked as you traced your fingers over the shiny brass clasp of Peters suitcase. It was your first time hearing of his superhero abilities, and he had pulled out his suit to confirm his identity. You had always known there was something special about Peter, something that set him apart. Him being a superhero came as no surprise to you, so you were more distracted by the monogrammed suitcase where he kept his suit.

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Would I love to let my husband do everything? Of course?

1. I need a riding lawn mower

2. I need a white tank top

3. I need a beer, particularly an amber colored one

4. I need a book of puns

5. I need a baby back pack to carry said baby

6. I want my own diaper bag, and I want it to be STYLISH

Husband: I am often very dumb, and I do drink the respect women juice like fine wine, however I am not very strong, and I just don’t know if I can accept this title if I do not meet all the qualifications

Me: I don’t know, you lifted all those boxes on your own

Husband: this was simply DAD ENERGY

I heard a squeal and then he yelled

“THIS DUMB ROBOT JUST SPRAYED PERFUME IN MY MOUTH!”

and then he apologized to me and the robot for his tone 😂