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quick psa
for everyone who follows my writing, i’m sorry. truly sorry. i started stories that i won’t be able to finish. i physically cannot make myself write these stories anymore and i’m really sorry. if anyone wants to continue my stories, feel free, as otherwise they will remain unfinished. if someone even wants to take over this blog, message me and i will work something out. again, i’m sorry, but thank you for understanding.
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-ellie
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You Don’t Think
Summary: You do something stupid during a mission with Bucky and it really pisses him off
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (one-shot)
Warnings: swearing, angst
Word Count: 1066
Prompt: “Why the fuck did you do that?” “I thought it would work.” (will be bolded)
A/N: This is for @ellie-scribble 500 follower challenge! Congrats girl!! Thank you for letting me participate! Thank you @stuckonjbbarnes for beta reading for me, love you babydoll!! Feedback is always appreciated. Enjoy! :)
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You and Bucky got sent on a mission in Louisiana to search through an abandoned Hydra base. Steve gave both of you a briefing and said you were to leave in 30 minutes. Both of you were in the hanger and on the quin-jet in 15. Neither of you really knew what you were looking for… or so you thought. Steve had gone to Bucky’s room with him to talk with him separately. He had let him know that the base may not have been abandoned and to be as careful as possible. Bucky figured as much seeing as half of the “abandoned” bases they have gone to search have never actually been abandoned.
The normal flying time was about 2 hours, but the jet got you there in about 1. Bucky went out first with you covering him. Both of you had your weapons drawn just in case anyone were to show up out of the treeline. You feel like you see movement and turn towards it, but it was just the wind blowing some trees. The two of you continue down to the door, where it was open just a crack. Bucky looks back at you and raises his finger to his lips in a “be quiet” motion. Nodding, you motion forward to get him moving, you just wanted this sweep done and over with so the two of you could go back home and snuggle up on the couch for movie night.
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this is so saddddddd but i loved it nonetheless
thank you so much for writing this!!!
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Show Me (2/3)
A Bucky x Reader fic long overdue for a request I got a WHILE ago from @letstalkaboutsebbaby :
Ok. Ruin me is great. I want to read more from you so I’m going to ask for this: it’s the 40’s and Bucky’s mother asked him two things: to take her best friends’ daughter to a wedding out of the city and not to touch the girl. The young woman on the other hand asked him to show her how it was to fuck. :)
Summary: Basically what the ask says. Smut won’t come (hehe) until the second or third part probably. A little bit of fake dating/bed sharing, but it’s not fake for long.
Warnings: Maybe language and smut in later chapters.
Word Count: 1465
masterlist — series masterlist
After you and Bucky had unpacked all your things, you made your way back down to the commons area, hand-in-hand.
“So. Tell me about yourself.”
“What?”
“Well, if we’re gonna be seeing each other, I ought to know all about you, doll,” Bucky said.
“I suppose you’re right,” you string together, “Well, my favorite color is yellow. If you’re buying me flowers, daisies are the way to go. I don’t drink coffee, but if I go without tea I am not the most pleasant person. I love dancing more than anything and my dream job is to perform at jazz bars.”
“Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Bucky smiled down at you. It was hard to not get caught in his amazingly blue eyes. They drowned out the world around them, all except for his goofy grin.
[[MORE]]
“Your turn,” you say, trying to shake yourself out of his stupor.
“I’m sure you’d love to know all about me,” you roll your eyes, “My favorite color is gree-”
“Y/N! I’m so glad you could make it!” You groan as you hear the voice of your aunt from across the room.
“Aunt Gladys!” you say as you force a smile.
“It’s so good to see you dear. Now have you listened to my advice? It doesn’t look like you’ve lost any weight, but perhaps the personality fixers I gave you helped. Although I don’t see-”
“Hello, madam. I’m James, Y/N’s boyfriend.” You almost cried in relief when you felt Bucky’s arm around you again. Your aunt had been grilling you for years, at every social event, on when you were going to get a boyfriend. She even gave you ‘tactics’ and many, many suggestions on how to attract men. Which you promptly ignored.
“Well I guess my tips helped after all,” she said in a low voice to you. You rolled your eyes for what felt like the hundredth time. “I’m Gladys, dear. I’m sure my niece has told you all about me.”
“Yes, she did. I’m sorry, Gladys, but I have to introduce myself to Gramma Minnie. Excuse us.”
Thank god for Bucky Barnes.
He leads you away from her. Lord knows you would have been stuck talking to Aunt Gladys for hours.
“Thank you,” you mutter as you drag Bucky across the room towards where Gramma Minnie was sitting.
“What are boyfriends for if not to save you from unmanageable relatives?” he chuckled.
As he lead you over to your grandmother, you couldn’t help but think of how nice it was to finally have someone, even if it was fake. You had someone, once. But he wasn’t in the relationship for the right reasons, so you ended it before anything happened. You cleared away memories of him, though, as Bucky caught your eye.
“Whatcha thinkin’ about, doll?”
“Doll?”
He waggled his eyebrows at you, “Yeah. If we’re together, I’m not just going to call you by your name.”
“You’re sure taking this pretty seriously, are you sure you don’t want to make it real?” You sure as hell did. He was a perfect gentleman, and you knew he would be good to ‘show you the ropes’.
He groaned, “Doll, you know I’d love to, but my ma-” He was cut off as you got in earshot of Gramma Minnie.
“Hello darling! I’ve been waiting to talk to you and this handsome man you’re with. What’s your name, sonny?”
“James, miss.”
“Ooh a gentlemen. I used to have one of those. In fact, when I was younger, I knew the kindest man. His name was Richie, and he actually looked a lot like you. I can still remember those days-”
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After socializing with your extended family for a few hours, you and Bucky decided to take a tour of the area, which really meant walking to the nearest diner.
“So, Bucky, what do you do? Or don’t do, I guess, if you were able to come on this trip with me.”
He nudged you with his elbow, “C’mon now, you wouldn’t have it any other way.” You rolled your eyes but didn’t comment. After a moment of silence, he continued, “I work on the docks, mostly. With the war coming up, I’ll probably enlist, if I don’t get drafted. Ever since my pa passed away, I’ve been working as much as I could to support my family.”
You turned a corner and reached the diner you had been heading towards. The yellow lights gleamed out of the hazy windows and left shadows across the sidewalk. The sun was nearly set, but still left a golden shine on everything it touched.
As you walked into the diner, you heard a little bell chime to indicate your entrance. A waitress dressed in red to match the colors of the diner came and led you and Bucky to a table. After staring at the menu for a minute, the waitress went back to the kitchen to get the milkshakes Bucky had ordered for the two of you.
“So, Bucky, what do you like to do for fun?”
Bucky took a second before replying, “I like to go dancing, especially with a beautiful dame-”
“Such as myself?” You interrupt.
His mouth fell open as he looked on me with faux shock on his face. “And why would you say that? I was going to say like your Aunt Gladys.”
You burst out laughing and a couple other people in the diner looked over at you, but you were too happy to care. “Well if you really want to dance with her, there’s a practice dinner tomorrow night, and there will be dancing after.”
“Now how would it look if I danced with my girl’s aunt instead of her?” Bucky’s eyes were so blue in the yellow light of the diner. You could get lost in those eyes so easily. You shook yourself out of the James Buchanan Barnes induced stupor and refocused on the conversation at hand.
The rest of the night was the same, many laughs, which meant many looks from the other guests, and it ended with you and Bucky walking hand in hand back to the hotel. Just to keep up the boyfriend facade, of course. You went up the elevator to your room, and even though there was no one to see, your hand stayed in Bucky’s.
Once you got into the room, you remembered the dilemma. Well, not so much a dilemma as a helpful little circumstance: there was only one bed. Normally, it would be very improper for only a boyfriend, not a husband, to sleep in the same bed, but the hotel had said that there were no more rooms left, what with everyone staying for the wedding. You didn’t mind one bit though.
“Doll, I can sleep on the floor if you want to-”
“Nonsense. We’re both adults, correct?” you begin, “We can stay on separate sides but there’s no need for you to break your back sleeping on the floor.”
He seemed to ponder this for a second, weighing the pros and cons of either action. His bushy eyebrows furrowed deeper into his shockingly blue eyes. His lips pursed slightly, and your eyes were drawn to them. They looked soft and full and perfectly kissable. You looked for another few moments, then realized he was staring at you. Well, not just you, but your lips. He noticed your attention and coughed.
“Yeah I can take one half of the bed, for sure. No problem.” He did not sound like that was not a problem. He could not even convince himself.
“I’m going to get ready for bed in the bathroom. You can use it after I’m done.” With this, you grab your bag and head into the bathroom, leaving Bucky to his thoughts for 15 minutes.
When you came out, Bucky was sitting on the edge of the bed, reading the paper from this morning. He looked up to see you had vacated the bathroom and dashed into it.
What the hell?
20 minutes later, he came out, looking very refreshed.
“Why is the stereotype that women take longer than men to get ready so popular? It clearly isn’t tru-” you were cut off when Bucky interrupted-
“How else am I supposed to get my hair this perfect?” You both chuckled at that, but it seemed to be a little less lighthearted than it was earlier at the diner. The air was heavier now. You shook off that thought.
As you both crawled into bed and turned the lights off, you became hyper aware of each other’s movements. Every deep breath caused a dip in the mattress, every shift a sharp intake of breath. Eventually though, you both fell asleep, unknowing of what would come in the morning.
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Show Me (2/3)
A Bucky x Reader fic long overdue for a request I got a WHILE ago from @letstalkaboutsebbaby :
Ok. Ruin me is great. I want to read more from you so I’m going to ask for this: it’s the 40’s and Bucky’s mother asked him two things: to take her best friends’ daughter to a wedding out of the city and not to touch the girl. The young woman on the other hand asked him to show her how it was to fuck. :)
Summary: Basically what the ask says. Smut won’t come (hehe) until the second or third part probably. A little bit of fake dating/bed sharing, but it’s not fake for long.
Warnings: Maybe language and smut in later chapters.
Word Count: 1465
masterlist — series masterlist
After you and Bucky had unpacked all your things, you made your way back down to the commons area, hand-in-hand.
“So. Tell me about yourself.”
“What?”
“Well, if we’re gonna be seeing each other, I ought to know all about you, doll,” Bucky said.
“I suppose you’re right,” you string together, “Well, my favorite color is yellow. If you’re buying me flowers, daisies are the way to go. I don’t drink coffee, but if I go without tea I am not the most pleasant person. I love dancing more than anything and my dream job is to perform at jazz bars.”
“Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Bucky smiled down at you. It was hard to not get caught in his amazingly blue eyes. They drowned out the world around them, all except for his goofy grin.
[[MORE]]
“Your turn,” you say, trying to shake yourself out of his stupor.
“I’m sure you’d love to know all about me,” you roll your eyes, “My favorite color is gree-”
“Y/N! I’m so glad you could make it!” You groan as you hear the voice of your aunt from across the room.
“Aunt Gladys!” you say as you force a smile.
“It’s so good to see you dear. Now have you listened to my advice? It doesn’t look like you’ve lost any weight, but perhaps the personality fixers I gave you helped. Although I don’t see-”
“Hello, madam. I’m James, Y/N’s boyfriend.” You almost cried in relief when you felt Bucky’s arm around you again. Your aunt had been grilling you for years, at every social event, on when you were going to get a boyfriend. She even gave you ‘tactics’ and many, many suggestions on how to attract men. Which you promptly ignored.
“Well I guess my tips helped after all,” she said in a low voice to you. You rolled your eyes for what felt like the hundredth time. “I’m Gladys, dear. I’m sure my niece has told you all about me.”
“Yes, she did. I’m sorry, Gladys, but I have to introduce myself to Gramma Minnie. Excuse us.”
Thank god for Bucky Barnes.
He leads you away from her. Lord knows you would have been stuck talking to Aunt Gladys for hours.
“Thank you,” you mutter as you drag Bucky across the room towards where Gramma Minnie was sitting.
“What are boyfriends for if not to save you from unmanageable relatives?” he chuckled.
As he lead you over to your grandmother, you couldn’t help but think of how nice it was to finally have someone, even if it was fake. You had someone, once. But he wasn’t in the relationship for the right reasons, so you ended it before anything happened. You cleared away memories of him, though, as Bucky caught your eye.
“Whatcha thinkin’ about, doll?”
“Doll?”
He waggled his eyebrows at you, “Yeah. If we’re together, I’m not just going to call you by your name.”
“You’re sure taking this pretty seriously, are you sure you don’t want to make it real?” You sure as hell did. He was a perfect gentleman, and you knew he would be good to ‘show you the ropes’.
He groaned, “Doll, you know I’d love to, but my ma-” He was cut off as you got in earshot of Gramma Minnie.
“Hello darling! I’ve been waiting to talk to you and this handsome man you’re with. What’s your name, sonny?”
“James, miss.”
“Ooh a gentlemen. I used to have one of those. In fact, when I was younger, I knew the kindest man. His name was Richie, and he actually looked a lot like you. I can still remember those days-”
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After socializing with your extended family for a few hours, you and Bucky decided to take a tour of the area, which really meant walking to the nearest diner.
“So, Bucky, what do you do? Or don’t do, I guess, if you were able to come on this trip with me.”
He nudged you with his elbow, “C’mon now, you wouldn’t have it any other way.” You rolled your eyes but didn’t comment. After a moment of silence, he continued, “I work on the docks, mostly. With the war coming up, I’ll probably enlist, if I don’t get drafted. Ever since my pa passed away, I’ve been working as much as I could to support my family.”
You turned a corner and reached the diner you had been heading towards. The yellow lights gleamed out of the hazy windows and left shadows across the sidewalk. The sun was nearly set, but still left a golden shine on everything it touched.
As you walked into the diner, you heard a little bell chime to indicate your entrance. A waitress dressed in red to match the colors of the diner came and led you and Bucky to a table. After staring at the menu for a minute, the waitress went back to the kitchen to get the milkshakes Bucky had ordered for the two of you.
“So, Bucky, what do you like to do for fun?”
Bucky took a second before replying, “I like to go dancing, especially with a beautiful dame-”
“Such as myself?” You interrupt.
His mouth fell open as he looked on me with faux shock on his face. “And why would you say that? I was going to say like your Aunt Gladys.”
You burst out laughing and a couple other people in the diner looked over at you, but you were too happy to care. “Well if you really want to dance with her, there’s a practice dinner tomorrow night, and there will be dancing after.”
“Now how would it look if I danced with my girl’s aunt instead of her?” Bucky’s eyes were so blue in the yellow light of the diner. You could get lost in those eyes so easily. You shook yourself out of the James Buchanan Barnes induced stupor and refocused on the conversation at hand.
The rest of the night was the same, many laughs, which meant many looks from the other guests, and it ended with you and Bucky walking hand in hand back to the hotel. Just to keep up the boyfriend facade, of course. You went up the elevator to your room, and even though there was no one to see, your hand stayed in Bucky’s.
Once you got into the room, you remembered the dilemma. Well, not so much a dilemma as a helpful little circumstance: there was only one bed. Normally, it would be very improper for only a boyfriend, not a husband, to sleep in the same bed, but the hotel had said that there were no more rooms left, what with everyone staying for the wedding. You didn’t mind one bit though.
“Doll, I can sleep on the floor if you want to-”
“Nonsense. We’re both adults, correct?” you begin, “We can stay on separate sides but there’s no need for you to break your back sleeping on the floor.”
He seemed to ponder this for a second, weighing the pros and cons of either action. His bushy eyebrows furrowed deeper into his shockingly blue eyes. His lips pursed slightly, and your eyes were drawn to them. They looked soft and full and perfectly kissable. You looked for another few moments, then realized he was staring at you. Well, not just you, but your lips. He noticed your attention and coughed.
“Yeah I can take one half of the bed, for sure. No problem.” He did not sound like that was not a problem. He could not even convince himself.
“I’m going to get ready for bed in the bathroom. You can use it after I’m done.” With this, you grab your bag and head into the bathroom, leaving Bucky to his thoughts for 15 minutes.
When you came out, Bucky was sitting on the edge of the bed, reading the paper from this morning. He looked up to see you had vacated the bathroom and dashed into it.
What the hell?
20 minutes later, he came out, looking very refreshed.
“Why is the stereotype that women take longer than men to get ready so popular? It clearly isn’t tru-” you were cut off when Bucky interrupted-
“How else am I supposed to get my hair this perfect?” You both chuckled at that, but it seemed to be a little less lighthearted than it was earlier at the diner. The air was heavier now. You shook off that thought.
As you both crawled into bed and turned the lights off, you became hyper aware of each other’s movements. Every deep breath caused a dip in the mattress, every shift a sharp intake of breath. Eventually though, you both fell asleep, unknowing of what would come in the morning.
Part Three
300 Writing Challenge
Hey everyone, Kallie here!
Thank you so much for 300 followers I really do appreciate every single one of you! So to celebrate my milestone, I’m doing my first ever writing challenge. I’m nervous to do this like I was nervous posting my first fanfiction here.
And I want to thank @sebbbystaaan for the suggestion and all of her help! You’re amazing hun and couldn’t have done this without you!!!
Rules (READ ALL PLEASE)
- You don’t have to follow me (although it would be awesome if you did)
- I’d appreciate it if you could reblog so others can join the fun!
- It can be any Marvel character you want, just send an ask with which prompt you want and the character! (no anonymous)
- You’re more than welcome to take more than one prompt if you do them all. Max 2 people for the same prompt
- Please add a read more if it’s more than 550 words
- It can be any format you want (Social Media AU, Drabble, One shot, or a Series)
- No p*do, inc*est or noncon/dubcon
- Please tag anything you think may be a trigger
- Due date is 19th June 2020 so you have plenty of time!!
- When submitting please tag me @itsunclebucky and use the tag #itsunclebuckyswritingchallenge so I can read them all!
- That’s it. If you have any questions, feel free to send me a message!! Let’s have some fun. :)
- If need be I’ll add more prompts!
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congratulations!!!! can i have dialogue prompt 16 with bucky? i wanna encorporate it into a current series i’m doing. thanks!
Show Me Masterlist
Short series based on the request by @letstalkaboutsebbaby :
Ok. Ruin me is great. I want to read more from you so I’m going to ask for this: it’s the 40’s and Bucky’s mother asked him two things: to take her best friends’ daughter to a wedding out of the city and not to touch the girl. The young woman on the other hand asked him to show her how it was to fuck. :)
Summary: Basically what the ask says. Smut won’t come (hehe) until the second or third part probably. A little bit of fake dating/bed sharing, but it’s not fake for long.
Warnings: Maybe language and smut in later chapters.
Part One
Part Two
Part Three*
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Show Me (1/3)
A Bucky x Reader fic long overdue for a request I got a WHILE ago from @letstalkaboutsebbaby :
Ok. Ruin me is great. I want to read more from you so I’m going to ask for this: it’s the 40’s and Bucky’s mother asked him two things: to take her best friends’ daughter to a wedding out of the city and not to touch the girl. The young woman on the other hand asked him to show her how it was to fuck. :)
I am so sorry it took this long I just get really distracted and forget about things lol
Summary: Basically what the ask says. Smut won’t come (hehe) until the second or third part probably. A little bit of fake dating/bed sharing, but it’s not fake for long.
Warnings: Maybe language and smut in later chapters.
Word Count: 1683
masterlist — series masterlist
“Mum, I told you, I can go to the wedding by myself!”
“Nonsense,” your mum cries, “My friend Winnie has a son around your age. He can take you.”
“And I am grateful for that, but I really will be fine on my own,” you reply. Your cousin’s wedding was coming up, but it was all the way in Jersey, and your mum didn’t want you going on your own. “I know that it’s in Jersey, but it’s family. I’ll be safe.”
“I’d feel so much better if you had him take you. Please darling? For me? Your father has me worried sick with his illness and I don’t want to worry about you, too.” Your father had recently fallen ill. The doctors said it should be gone in a few days, but your mum always worried about everything. You supposed you’d better let someone take you, rather than your mother keel over from stress.
“Alright, mum. Who am I going with?”
[[MORE]]
“James Buchanan Barnes!”
Bucky could hear his ma calling from a mile away. Hell, he could probably hear it all the way from Jersey.
“Comin’ ma!” He quickly extinguished the cigarette he had been smoking and hopped out of the fire escape. He followed his ma’s voice into the kitchen, where he was greeted with an unfamiliar face. Gorgeous, but unfamiliar.
“James, this is Y/N. Y/N this is my son James that I was telling you about,” ma said. You offered your hand to him.
“Lovely to meet you, Y/N.” He took your hand and pressed a kiss to your knuckles. This made you giggle slightly.
“You as well, James.” Her voice was like honey in my ears.
“Well now that you’ve met, I suppose I better tell you why. James you’ll be takin’ Y/N to a weddin’ in Jersey this weekend. She’s my friend Rachel’s daughter, so you better treat her nicely, James.”
“I wouldn’t treat a lady any other way,” he replied with a wink as his ma smacked him on the arm.
“I’m sure James will be a perfect gentleman, Mrs. Barnes,” you replied, “No need to worry.” You saw a glint in James’s eye, and knew that your previous statement was indeed false. That wasn’t necessarily a bad thing though. In fact, it was perfect for what you had planned this weekend.
“I’ll give my son all the details later. Tell your ma I said hi,” Mrs. Barnes said as she shooed you out to door. You took one last look at James before the door shut.
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“Now James, I know what your thinking-”
“Ma-” Bucky started.
“Don’t ‘ma’ me. I do! You see a pretty girl and all you can think about is how you want to be with her. Well, you don’t get to swoon this one. She is my best friend’s daughter, and if I find out that you did anything, I will whip you all the way to Staten Island. Understand?” His ma had a very serious look on her face, and he was scared to say anything other than-
“Yes, ma.”
“Good boy. Now you are going to pick her up on Friday at 8 am sharp. Pack some nice clothes and treat her well. But not too well!”
“I will,” Bucky turned around and walked to his room, where he began to pack. He had wanted to, as his ma said, swoon Y/N, but he would never disobey his ma. At least, he would try not to.
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“Now, Y/N, honey, make sure you say thank you to Mr. Barnes, and tell him to tell his ma that I said hi.” Your mum straightened the hat on your head and placed a sandwich in your hand.
“Yes, I will. I have to go now, otherwise we’ll be late. Watch over dad, won’t you?”
“I will. Have fun!” Y/N’s mum shouted as she walked out the door.
James was parked outside close to the curb. He was sitting in the driver’s seat of a yellow Buick Special, with the top down and the radio up. An Ella Fitzgerald song came through the small speakers of the car radio.
“Hop in doll, I’ve been waiting here for hours,” James drawled.
“Well James, I’m afraid my mum held me up. She doesn’t want me to go with a handsome gentleman unless my hair is perfect. And you better not ruin it by driving too fast.”
“I won’t. Promise. Now buckle up, it’s a drive to Jersey.”
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“So, James. What’s your story, huh?” You say, trying to start a conversation. You had been staring at him for far too long, and you didn’t want him to notice.
“I dunno. I guess I’ve lived in Brooklyn all my life. I got a buddy, Steve. Have to fight for him. Have to support my family, too.”
“A family man?” You gasp with mock surprise. You knew he was a perfect gentleman in every way.
“Yes, doll,” he turned to look at you.
“And is there anyone- I mean- are you seeing anyone?”
“Why are you asking?” he asks with a raised brow.
“No reason, James.” Your cheeks flush red and you look away. This was going to be a long weekend.
“Call me Bucky. Only one who calls me James is my ma, and that’s only when she’s mad at me.”
“Alright, Bucky,” you say, regaining your confidence, ”Why was your ma mad at you the whole time I was over at your building, hm?” You had your suspicions as to why, but you wanted to be sure. You had seen that glint in his eye, and you knew what it meant. You turned to look at him again.
“She wanted me to promise that I wasn’t going to try anything on a dame such as yourself,” Bucky replied. He gave her a side wink while still keeping his eyes on the road.
“Well, we’re going to have to see about that. You see, Bucky, I had all these plans for this weekend, and I need your help to get them done,” as you said this, you placed your hand on his thigh, and slowly trailed it upwards. Bucky drew in a sharp breath. He was struggling to keep his eyes on the road and his hands on the wheel.
“Doll-” he warned as your hand moved inches away from where he desperately wanted you to touch. You removed your hand and huffed.
“Fine. I won’t,” you say, “Tell me about this friend, Steve.”
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Bucky drove the car into a lot with a sign at the front advertising the wedding of your cousin. When you parked, he quickly hopped out and opened your door for you.
“Why thank you, sir,” you say in a false haughty voice.
“My pleasure, madam,” Bucky replies in the same tone. You giggle as he grabs your hand and helps you out of the car. You both walk around to the back of the car and bring your suitcases into the hotel that you’d be staying at.
When you came up to the front desk, you saw your cousin Betty doting on the arm of her soon-to-be husband George.
“Betty!” you shouted across the foyer. She turned to look for who was calling her, and when she saw that it was you, her face lit up.
“Y/N!” She crossed the room and engulfed you in a huge hug. “I was so worried you wouldn’t be able to make it, what with your pa being so sick and all.”
“Mum’s looking after him, but I wouldn’t miss your wedding for the world.” You and Betty had been best friends growing up. You would always climb fire escapes together, and when you got older, you would smoke in secret. Eventually, she found George, and they both moved away to Jersey. You had kept in touch through occasional letters and visits in the past few years.
“It’s so good to see you again,” she said, stepping back to look at you. That’s when she noticed Bucky. She lifted an eyebrow and asked, “And who might this be?”
You quickly attached yourself to Bucky, as Betty had been to George just seconds ago. “This is my boyfriend, James.”
Bucky had a shocked look on his face for a split second, then recovered and smiled at Betty, and wrapped his arm around your waist. “Call me Bucky,” he said, offering his other hand for her to shake.
“Nice to meet you, Bucky. I’ll let the front desk know we’ll need two keys for your room.” With that, she walked toward the concierge.
“Boyfriend?” You turned to see Bucky looking at you with his eyebrow raised. He didn’t move his arm from your waist, though.
“Yeah. Why not?”
“Doll, you’re only making it harder for me to keep my ma’s promise.” He groaned when you pressed yourself further into him. You felt his hand tighten on your hip.
“Maybe that’s the point,” you say with a wink. At this moment, Betty came back over holding two identical keys.
“Now, I’m sure we won’t have to worry about this, but Gramma Minnie is in the room next to yours, so no loud noises at night.” Bucky coughed and his cheeks reddened.
“No promises,” you say with a smirk. You picked up your bag and pulled Bucky towards the elevator.
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You walked into your shared room first, closely followed by Bucky.
“So I’m your boyfriend?” You turned to look at him, and had the gall to look bashful.
“My aunt is always hounding me for a boyfriend, so I just thought that you could- I mean- maybe you could pretend-”
“That you’re my girl?” He cut in.
Your cheeks reddened for what felt like the 50th time as you nodded, “Yes. That’s what I was hoping for.”
With eyebrows raised Bucky replied,”Well, since you already introduced me as your boyfriend, I don’t really have a choice, do I doll?”
You shook your head no.
“Well then, doll, get ready. Because you are about to experience the pleasure of dating James Buchanan Barnes.”
Part 2
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Show Me (1/3)
A Bucky x Reader fic long overdue for a request I got a WHILE ago from @letstalkaboutsebbaby :
Ok. Ruin me is great. I want to read more from you so I’m going to ask for this: it’s the 40’s and Bucky’s mother asked him two things: to take her best friends’ daughter to a wedding out of the city and not to touch the girl. The young woman on the other hand asked him to show her how it was to fuck. :)
I am so sorry it took this long I just get really distracted and forget about things lol
Summary: Basically what the ask says. Smut won’t come (hehe) until the second or third part probably. A little bit of fake dating/bed sharing, but it’s not fake for long.
Warnings: Maybe language and smut in later chapters.
Word Count: 1683
masterlist — series masterlist
“Mum, I told you, I can go to the wedding by myself!”
“Nonsense,” your mum cries, “My friend Winnie has a son around your age. He can take you.”
“And I am grateful for that, but I really will be fine on my own,” you reply. Your cousin’s wedding was coming up, but it was all the way in Jersey, and your mum didn’t want you going on your own. “I know that it’s in Jersey, but it’s family. I’ll be safe.”
“I’d feel so much better if you had him take you. Please darling? For me? Your father has me worried sick with his illness and I don’t want to worry about you, too.” Your father had recently fallen ill. The doctors said it should be gone in a few days, but your mum always worried about everything. You supposed you’d better let someone take you, rather than your mother keel over from stress.
“Alright, mum. Who am I going with?”
[[MORE]]
“James Buchanan Barnes!”
Bucky could hear his ma calling from a mile away. Hell, he could probably hear it all the way from Jersey.
“Comin’ ma!” He quickly extinguished the cigarette he had been smoking and hopped out of the fire escape. He followed his ma’s voice into the kitchen, where he was greeted with an unfamiliar face. Gorgeous, but unfamiliar.
“James, this is Y/N. Y/N this is my son James that I was telling you about,” ma said. You offered your hand to him.
“Lovely to meet you, Y/N.” He took your hand and pressed a kiss to your knuckles. This made you giggle slightly.
“You as well, James.” Her voice was like honey in my ears.
“Well now that you’ve met, I suppose I better tell you why. James you’ll be takin’ Y/N to a weddin’ in Jersey this weekend. She’s my friend Rachel’s daughter, so you better treat her nicely, James.”
“I wouldn’t treat a lady any other way,” he replied with a wink as his ma smacked him on the arm.
“I’m sure James will be a perfect gentleman, Mrs. Barnes,” you replied, “No need to worry.” You saw a glint in James’s eye, and knew that your previous statement was indeed false. That wasn’t necessarily a bad thing though. In fact, it was perfect for what you had planned this weekend.
“I’ll give my son all the details later. Tell your ma I said hi,” Mrs. Barnes said as she shooed you out to door. You took one last look at James before the door shut.
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“Now James, I know what your thinking-”
“Ma-” Bucky started.
“Don’t ‘ma’ me. I do! You see a pretty girl and all you can think about is how you want to be with her. Well, you don’t get to swoon this one. She is my best friend’s daughter, and if I find out that you did anything, I will whip you all the way to Staten Island. Understand?” His ma had a very serious look on her face, and he was scared to say anything other than-
“Yes, ma.”
“Good boy. Now you are going to pick her up on Friday at 8 am sharp. Pack some nice clothes and treat her well. But not too well!”
“I will,” Bucky turned around and walked to his room, where he began to pack. He had wanted to, as his ma said, swoon Y/N, but he would never disobey his ma. At least, he would try not to.
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“Now, Y/N, honey, make sure you say thank you to Mr. Barnes, and tell him to tell his ma that I said hi.” Your mum straightened the hat on your head and placed a sandwich in your hand.
“Yes, I will. I have to go now, otherwise we’ll be late. Watch over dad, won’t you?”
“I will. Have fun!” Y/N’s mum shouted as she walked out the door.
James was parked outside close to the curb. He was sitting in the driver’s seat of a yellow Buick Special, with the top down and the radio up. An Ella Fitzgerald song came through the small speakers of the car radio.
“Hop in doll, I’ve been waiting here for hours,” James drawled.
“Well James, I’m afraid my mum held me up. She doesn’t want me to go with a handsome gentleman unless my hair is perfect. And you better not ruin it by driving too fast.”
“I won’t. Promise. Now buckle up, it’s a drive to Jersey.”
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“So, James. What’s your story, huh?” You say, trying to start a conversation. You had been staring at him for far too long, and you didn’t want him to notice.
“I dunno. I guess I’ve lived in Brooklyn all my life. I got a buddy, Steve. Have to fight for him. Have to support my family, too.”
“A family man?” You gasp with mock surprise. You knew he was a perfect gentleman in every way.
“Yes, doll,” he turned to look at you.
“And is there anyone- I mean- are you seeing anyone?”
“Why are you asking?” he asks with a raised brow.
“No reason, James.” Your cheeks flush red and you look away. This was going to be a long weekend.
“Call me Bucky. Only one who calls me James is my ma, and that’s only when she’s mad at me.”
“Alright, Bucky,” you say, regaining your confidence, ”Why was your ma mad at you the whole time I was over at your building, hm?” You had your suspicions as to why, but you wanted to be sure. You had seen that glint in his eye, and you knew what it meant. You turned to look at him again.
“She wanted me to promise that I wasn’t going to try anything on a dame such as yourself,” Bucky replied. He gave her a side wink while still keeping his eyes on the road.
“Well, we’re going to have to see about that. You see, Bucky, I had all these plans for this weekend, and I need your help to get them done,” as you said this, you placed your hand on his thigh, and slowly trailed it upwards. Bucky drew in a sharp breath. He was struggling to keep his eyes on the road and his hands on the wheel.
“Doll-” he warned as your hand moved inches away from where he desperately wanted you to touch. You removed your hand and huffed.
“Fine. I won’t,” you say, “Tell me about this friend, Steve.”
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Bucky drove the car into a lot with a sign at the front advertising the wedding of your cousin. When you parked, he quickly hopped out and opened your door for you.
“Why thank you, sir,” you say in a false haughty voice.
“My pleasure, madam,” Bucky replies in the same tone. You giggle as he grabs your hand and helps you out of the car. You both walk around to the back of the car and bring your suitcases into the hotel that you’d be staying at.
When you came up to the front desk, you saw your cousin Betty doting on the arm of her soon-to-be husband George.
“Betty!” you shouted across the foyer. She turned to look for who was calling her, and when she saw that it was you, her face lit up.
“Y/N!” She crossed the room and engulfed you in a huge hug. “I was so worried you wouldn’t be able to make it, what with your pa being so sick and all.”
“Mum’s looking after him, but I wouldn’t miss your wedding for the world.” You and Betty had been best friends growing up. You would always climb fire escapes together, and when you got older, you would smoke in secret. Eventually, she found George, and they both moved away to Jersey. You had kept in touch through occasional letters and visits in the past few years.
“It’s so good to see you again,” she said, stepping back to look at you. That’s when she noticed Bucky. She lifted an eyebrow and asked, “And who might this be?”
You quickly attached yourself to Bucky, as Betty had been to George just seconds ago. “This is my boyfriend, James.”
Bucky had a shocked look on his face for a split second, then recovered and smiled at Betty, and wrapped his arm around your waist. “Call me Bucky,” he said, offering his other hand for her to shake.
“Nice to meet you, Bucky. I’ll let the front desk know we’ll need two keys for your room.” With that, she walked toward the concierge.
“Boyfriend?” You turned to see Bucky looking at you with his eyebrow raised. He didn’t move his arm from your waist, though.
“Yeah. Why not?”
“Doll, you’re only making it harder for me to keep my ma’s promise.” He groaned when you pressed yourself further into him. You felt his hand tighten on your hip.
“Maybe that’s the point,” you say with a wink. At this moment, Betty came back over holding two identical keys.
“Now, I’m sure we won’t have to worry about this, but Gramma Minnie is in the room next to yours, so no loud noises at night.” Bucky coughed and his cheeks reddened.
“No promises,” you say with a smirk. You picked up your bag and pulled Bucky towards the elevator.
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You walked into your shared room first, closely followed by Bucky.
“So I’m your boyfriend?” You turned to look at him, and had the gall to look bashful.
“My aunt is always hounding me for a boyfriend, so I just thought that you could- I mean- maybe you could pretend-”
“That you’re my girl?” He cut in.
Your cheeks reddened for what felt like the 50th time as you nodded, “Yes. That’s what I was hoping for.”
With eyebrows raised Bucky replied,”Well, since you already introduced me as your boyfriend, I don’t really have a choice, do I doll?”
You shook your head no.
“Well then, doll, get ready. Because you are about to experience the pleasure of dating James Buchanan Barnes.”
Part Two
i’m turning 19 tomorrow but it feels like i’m still 12
Could I please be tagged in all stories of yours? Thank you in advance! ❤️
of course!
ellie’s 500 challenge!!!
so i recently hit 500 followers and while that doesn’t seem like a lot, it’s still a huge milestone for me personally and i can’t thank you guys enough!
rules:
1. you can take as many or as few prompts as you like, just don’t take all of them please
2. no pedo, incest, noncon, dubcon, etc. and if you’re not sure, ask me please
3. due date is April 20th ;)
4. this can be however long or short, and whatever style story you want
5. once you post it, tag me and use #ellie’s 500
prompts:
dialogue
“why the fuck did you do that?” “i thought it would work.” @sebbbystaaan
“there is no way in hell i’m doing that.” “i’ll pay you $30.” “say no more.”
“hey.” “go fuck yourself.” “that’s fair.” @myxsecretsky
“i’m ordering a cheeseburger from mcdonald’s at one in the morning. my standards are not high.”
“why are you crying?” “because snakes can never wear mittens... also i got shot in the leg 5 minutes ago.” @howthehellisbucky
songs
let it breathe - water liars
resolution - matt corby
like real people do - hozier
my devotion - vaughn monroe
if i knew you were comin’ (i’d have baked a cake) - eileen barton
situations
the club was crowded and i thought you were my friend so i was grinding on you
it’s christmas eve and you’re both eating alone a buffalo wild wings @stuckonjbbarnes
i told you to surprise me with my coffee order and you gave me the one thing i’m allergic to
ice skating accidents
seven minutes in heaven (why not bring this back) @valkyriesryde
if these get taken up i might add more as it goes along. i will be making a masterlist for all of these stories and link it in my masterlist
tagging people who might be interested/i want to be friends with: @sebbbystaaan @stuckonjbbarnes @veronawrites @valkyriesryde
Charades
It’s All Fun and Games Series Masterlist
Summary: Bucky and Y/N are not allowed to be on the same team. Y/N comes up with a plan.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warning: swearing
A/N: this got out of hand but this idea has been swirling around in my brain for nearly a week now; i’m so glad i finally got to write it down even though it turned out longer than i thought it would; uh…yeah…enjoy…let me know what you think
Y/N lowers her phone and looks up at Bucky, hit with a realisation like a ton of bricks. He’s reading a book that she’s lent him, and she notices how his hair is starting to grow out again. He tucks one of the longer strands behind his ear, then places his hand back on her calf, massaging it absentmindedly. The shadow of his stubble doesn’t hide the strong line of his jaw, and she can’t help but curiously watch the muscles of his arm rippling beneath the blue fabric. She knows it’s not the same shade of ocean blue as his eyes, as it’s missing the green flecks that sometimes turn golden in the sunlight. His lips are pink and wet in the light of the sunset that’s streaming through the window to his right. Y/N suddenly can’t breathe, a rush of air escapes her mouth and there’s a split second where she’s feeling like she’s been sucker punched in the gut.
“Bucky…” She whispers, unable to take her eyes off him.
“Hmmm?” He murmurs, still focused on his book.
“Buck.” She tries again and this time she shifts on the couch until she’s crouched right into his ribs.
“Yes, baby. What is it?” He looks at her for a second, but his attention is not yet entirely on her.
“I just realised something.” She whispers, propping her head on his chest, struggling to get under his arms and in front of the book.
He sighs, throwing the book on the now empty half of the couch, and puts his arms around Y/N. He tugs her closer, until she’s completely sitting on his lap, and she plays with the strings of her hoodie. His hoodie actually, he realises idly.
“What’s up?” He asks, offering his undivided attention.
“You know how everyone always thinks we’re actually together?”
She’s now drawing irregular patterns with her finger on his chest, not meeting his eye. He frowns, unsure about what she’s trying to say, but he just hums in response, waiting to see where this is actually going.
“I was thinking…what if we were?”
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