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A gifmaker, sometimes attempts writing. Tracking #userliga My gifs // My fics

[stardustrider]

Hey, and welcome to the multiverse of my madness!

About me: I go by she/her pronouns. I'm a gifmaker that dabbles in writing from time to time. I’m a working mom and old enough not to let drama get to me. So please don’t try to drag me into any. There is plenty of NSFW and 18+ content on this page, so if you're here I assume you're of appropriate age.

Currently deep in my Bucky Barnes era, so expect an unhealthy amount of Bucky content.

Tracking #userliga

Speaking of blogs: @dracaria-dracarys is my sideblog for all things historical and historical fantasy

All my writing goes to this blog. I write for The Last Kingdom, A Knight for the Seven Kingdoms and of course Bucky Barnes (I have a few fics about Masema from The Wheel of Time and Valentin from The White Lotus)

I accept requests but I'm extremely slow writer

୨ৎ JuneJukeBoxScribbles Masterlist ୨ৎ

↳ multifandom event

A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms – Baelor x female!reader

A Whore for your Prince, I don't really know what this is. I just woke up horny and decided to make it your problem. It's just me dreaming about being Baelor's wife🤷Plot? never heard of it. Just SMUT 18+ with some pinches of fluff. Established relationship, p in v, oral, breeding kink if you squint, truly it's just a girls wet dream and boy do I want that old man fuck me senseless in all the possible ways.

Marvel – Bucky Barnes x female!reader

Looking for something quiet SMUT 18+, oral (m receiving), AU set somewhere after Civil War where Bucky lives in the Avenger's tower basement, virgin!Bucky. You don’t fit in at the Tower, you don’t fit in with Tony Stark as your dad, but you do fit perfectly beside the one person who looks like he’s been waiting for a friend as badly as you have

I can see you staring at my ass SMUT 18+, suggestive, teasing, oral (f receiving), after Thundebolts timeline. A teasing game in the Tower kitchen slowly escalates into something unexpected.

 ୨ৎ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ୨ৎ 

The Last Kingdom

Sihtric x female!reader

It’s just a hump, no strings based on this request SMUT 18+: friends with benefits medieval style😅

One time thing based on this request, SMUT 18+ (sihtric x reader x finan) Plot? Never heard of it. Just pure filth and I must say I thoroughly enjoyed writing it. Two handsome warriors and a girl that is brave enough to dream.

 ୨ৎ The Last Kingdom Masterlist ୨ৎ 

 ୨ৎ The White Lotus - Valentin ୨ৎ 

 ୨ৎ The Wheel of Time - Masema ୨ৎ 

[oddsnendsfanfics]

Fedaravičius Friday is here!

[unearthlydust]

SEBASTIAN STAN as BUCKY BARNES CAPTAIN AMERICA: CIVIL WAR THUNDERBOLTS*

[stardustrider]

Teasing a Dragon

Pairing: Baelor Targaryen x fem!reader

Authors note:June Jukebox Scribbles event.

June 13th – swap from original prompt to Cry Me A River - Julie London / “Now you say you're sorry”

Dividers by @cafekitsune

Warnings: spanking, (kinda soft dom or maybe just very annoyed Baelor 😅 x brat!reader)

Word Count: 490 (sorry, this one run away from me)

Summary: teasing a dragon has consequences...

EVENT MASTERLIST

You’re flustered and breathing hard from the frantic run just moments before as you try to squirm and wiggle out, but the arm on the small of your back holds you in place bent over the massive oak desk. 

Your dress is hitched up, bunched and thrown half over your shoulders. 

“Baelor, what…,” you gasp as your small clothes are suddenly pulled down, exposing your naked ass. 

What the hell is he doing? 

No, he wouldn’t dare! 

The grip tightens a bit, and then you hear it–first the swing, then a thunderous whack as a large open palm smacks down against the bare skin of your ass, and you feel your cheek wiggle from the impact.

You shriek. The sting is sharp and hot, the clap still rings in your ears, as you go very still.

You are too stunned to move. You just listen to Baelor’s heavy and panting breath behind and above you. 

“Baelor,…” you gasp, making a half-hearted attempt to push yourself up.

“I’m not finished, yet,” you hear, and almost immediately his arm swings again.

His palm lands on your ass, and you squeal helplessly. The sting is sharper than the first one and your flesh starts to throb. 

“Baelor, please, I’m sorry,” you whine. 

“Oh, now you say you're sorry. So tell me, what is my dear wife sorry for?”

“For… for being so impatient,” you stutter and squeeze your eyes shut as another smack lands on your rear. 

Baelor is panting throatily now, whether from the run through the palace chasing you or from something else you cannot tell. 

“Think harder!” he raises his arm while you try to scramble in your mind through the list of all your today’s misdemeanors.

“I’m sorry …,” you croak, “for… making you chase me.” 

Smack.

“There you go. What else?”

“For… for laughing at you during the council,” you mumble. 

Smack.

“Continue, my love.” 

“For teasing you,” you mewl. Swift, and purposeful, his arm raises and his palm hurls down, colliding with your ass in another sharp smack, over the same burning spot.

You squeak and Baelor stills. There is something else in your voice. He can hear it. Something more than just pain and embarrassment as you can’t prevent your gasp turning into a quiet delightful whimper. 

“Teasing…”

Smack. 

“Me…”

Smack.

“In front of …”

Smack.

“The whole council.” 

You breathe shakily, and your eyes are watery, but that’s by far not the only wetness your body responds with to your husband's fury.

You can feel it, no worse, you can hear it, the embarrassingly squelchy sound your cunt makes as you shift slightly in Baelor’s grip. 

You’re soaked through, drenched in gushy slick, seeping out of your cunt and dripping down your thighs and you bite down on your bottom lip in the futile attempt to stifle the filthy, honeyed moan that slithers from your lips as the next clap lands on your ass.

[stardustrider]

Feel good

Pairing: Baelor Targaryen x fem!reader Authors note:June Jukebox Scribbles event. June 9th – Somebody That I Used To Know - Gotye / “Like when you said you felt so happy you could die” Dividers by @cafekitsune Warnings: SMUT 18+, fingering Word Count: 300 Summary: It's your wedding night and Baelor is a total simp for his wife. Honestly, it's just me, dreaming about our wedding night. Love my old man😍😍😍 EVENT MASTERLIST

Your fingers nervously crumple the silk of your nightgown as you watch Baelor unbutton his doublet.  

Baelor Targaryen. The prince of the realm. Your husband. The word tastes strange in your mouth.

He makes a step toward you. Unconsciously you make one back. He reaches out, catches your hand and pulls to his lips. He kisses your fingers slowly, one by one. You lower your gaze, unable to suppress the faint tremor, running down your spine. 

“Remember the day when you agreed to marry me?” he asks softly and lifts your chin, making you meet his gaze. 

“Like when you said you felt so happy you could die?” you recall with a smile.

“I will make you feel the same tonight, my love,” he leans in and kisses you, tongue slipping inside your mouth and teasing yours as his fingers untie the laces at your shoulders. The silk catches on your breasts before it slides down to the floor. 

Baelor turns you, pressing your back against his chest. One large hand cups your breast while the other trails lower, dipping between your thighs.

He drags his finger through your folds, finds your pearl and starts rubbing it in low, firm circles.

“Does it feel good?” he breathes against your neck, sliding one long finger inside you. You moan at the stretch and he adds a second. 

He starts fucking you with his fingers, thumb never leaving your perl, and soon you’re moaning wildly, rocking shamelessly into his hand. He picks up his pace and fucks you faster, his own breath growing more ragged with every stroke. 

“Good girl,” he rasps in your ear, kissing your neck and you shatter with a sharp cry, legs shaking. Baelor holds you upright against his chest. 

“Easy, my love, we have the whole night.”

[stardustrider]

Teasing a Dragon

Pairing: Baelor Targaryen x fem!reader

Authors note:June Jukebox Scribbles event.

June 13th – swap from original prompt to Cry Me A River - Julie London / “Now you say you're sorry”

Dividers by @cafekitsune

Warnings: spanking, (kinda soft dom or maybe just very annoyed Baelor 😅 x brat!reader)

Word Count: 490 (sorry, this one run away from me)

Summary: teasing a dragon has consequences...

EVENT MASTERLIST

You’re flustered and breathing hard from the frantic run just moments before as you try to squirm and wiggle out, but the arm on the small of your back holds you in place bent over the massive oak desk. 

Your dress is hitched up, bunched and thrown half over your shoulders. 

“Baelor, what…,” you gasp as your small clothes are suddenly pulled down, exposing your naked ass. 

What the hell is he doing? 

No, he wouldn’t dare! 

The grip tightens a bit, and then you hear it–first the swing, then a thunderous whack as a large open palm smacks down against the bare skin of your ass, and you feel your cheek wiggle from the impact.

You shriek. The sting is sharp and hot, the clap still rings in your ears, as you go very still.

You are too stunned to move. You just listen to Baelor’s heavy and panting breath behind and above you. 

“Baelor,…” you gasp, making a half-hearted attempt to push yourself up.

“I’m not finished, yet,” you hear, and almost immediately his arm swings again.

His palm lands on your ass, and you squeal helplessly. The sting is sharper than the first one and your flesh starts to throb. 

“Baelor, please, I’m sorry,” you whine. 

“Oh, now you say you're sorry. So tell me, what is my dear wife sorry for?”

“For… for being so impatient,” you stutter and squeeze your eyes shut as another smack lands on your rear. 

Baelor is panting throatily now, whether from the run through the palace chasing you or from something else you cannot tell. 

“Think harder!” he raises his arm while you try to scramble in your mind through the list of all your today’s misdemeanors.

“I’m sorry …,” you croak, “for… making you chase me.” 

Smack.

“There you go. What else?”

“For… for laughing at you during the council,” you mumble. 

Smack.

“Continue, my love.” 

“For teasing you,” you mewl. Swift, and purposeful, his arm raises and his palm hurls down, colliding with your ass in another sharp smack, over the same burning spot.

You squeak and Baelor stills. There is something else in your voice. He can hear it. Something more than just pain and embarrassment as you can’t prevent your gasp turning into a quiet delightful whimper. 

“Teasing…”

Smack. 

“Me…”

Smack.

“In front of …”

Smack.

“The whole council.” 

You breathe shakily, and your eyes are watery, but that’s by far not the only wetness your body responds with to your husband's fury.

You can feel it, no worse, you can hear it, the embarrassingly squelchy sound your cunt makes as you shift slightly in Baelor’s grip. 

You’re soaked through, drenched in gushy slick, seeping out of your cunt and dripping down your thighs and you bite down on your bottom lip in the futile attempt to stifle the filthy, honeyed moan that slithers from your lips as the next clap lands on your ass.

[azriona]

June 12 Drabble: Nope

Clint & Natasha (with background Winterhawk), General Audiences, 100 words exactly. Probably crack. This drabble (mostly) meets the requirements for the following prompts:

@societynsoelsscribbles June Jukebox Scribbles (Tainted Love--"I've got to run away");

@swoon-june (Fairytale);

@juneofdoom ("Don't lie to me.");

@marveldrabblechallengeJune Challenge (Relaxing);

NASA's Moon Joy June Challenge (prompt: moon);

@flashfictionfridayofficial's Prompt #360 (Stuck Inside My Head).

Yes, six of them. It's @societyfolklore's fault, blame her, she said "evil fae ball" and it went from there.

Summary: Don't you hate it when an idea gets stuck in your head?

"Who thinks evil fairytale balls are relaxing?" Clint complains. "Don't lie to me, Nat, was it Fury?"

"It's whimsical, Barton," says Natasha. "Try the pizza."

"FRIENDS," roars the Head Fae. "THE MOON BLESSES OUR VENTURE."

"What venture?" asks Clint.

"Nothing." Nat's teeth shimmer, shark-like. "Eat the pizza."

Clint looks at the pizza, then Natasha. Her talons are as sharp as the fairies' grins behind her. "Um. No. I'm running away now."

But Natasha's fingers dig into his shoulder—

Clint wakes with Bucky's hand on his skin. "Same nightmare?"

"Nat's never dressing as an evil fairy for Halloween again," gasps Clint.

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[stardustrider]

🤣🤣🤣 poor Clint! But I would have nightmares too

[writer-in-a-cryofreeze]

Drabble Round 4 - Results!

It has been a fantastic, fun, and essentially spoiler-free week here at Writer in a Cryofreeze! We hope everyone enjoyed reading about what probably won't happen in Doomsday (but what fun if some of them did!?!).

However, it's time for two of our authors to run their end credit scenes and take possession of their Cyrofreezes.

So without further ado, please hail and farewell to:

@mickimoo1409, author of Shots Fired

@stardustrider, author of End of the World

Micki and Star, your predictions of what won't happen were wonderful, your drabbles funny and sweet and dare we say, sexy. But we're not surprised that they're fantastic—all of your drabbles have been crafted with care and love. We enjoyed reading every story you gifted us with these last few weeks, and we can't wait until you've posted them from your Cryofreeze under your own names. You'll find your badge under the cut.

As for our remaining seven authors, they'll have another prompt next week--so stay tuned!

[stardustrider]

OH, this was so much fun! What a ride and so many talented people participating!

But now I can finally get my well deserved rest 😘🥰

[mickimoo1409]

Reading Recs 

Here are my reading recommendations for this week. 

If you have read anything you think I'll enjoy please let me know. I mostly stick to the big 3, Evans, Stan and Hiddleston but will also read other characters. 

Most of these fics are 18+, warnings are on each post. 

Access My Own Masterlist Here 

Bucky Barnes 

His name was never just Bucky and scatter my heart by @marvelstoriesepic Mob Bucky x Reader

Scent of someone else and a torture called love by @metal-armed-muse Congressman Bucky x Reader and College Bucky x Reader

Unfortunately always his by @buckysdecaflove Mob Bucky x Reader

Carry you by @idkxwriting Stucky x Reader 

Need a ride? And need a ride part 2 By @ilovemesomebucky biker bucky x Reader 

His jersey J.B by @parkers-gal college hockey player Bucky x Reader

(Don't) Shoot your shot and don't shoot your shot 2 by @biglychee Bucky x Reader

Down at the bayou by @superbassbuck TFATWS Bucky x Reader 

Listen to your instructors by @tuiccim Bucky x Reader x Loki 

It's a theory by @azriona Bucky Barnes 

Starry summer by @w1nter-fairy dbf Bucky x camgirl reader

The racing line chapter 1 by @daydreamgoddess14. F1 Driver Bucky x F1 Driver Reader 

Pushing it down and praying by @sluterainterluder bucky x Reader 

Down bad by @apenny4thots old Bucky x Reader

Thin walls poor decisions and thin walls poor decisions 2 by @stardustrider neighbor Bucky x Reader 

Other Sebastian Stan Characters 

My best girl series by @writing-not-crying Steve Kemp x Reader

Loca by @late-to-the-party-81 Nick Fowler x Bratty sugar baby reader

I didn't catch your name by @daydreamgoddess14 Nick fowler x reader x ofc

The good wife by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor Steve Kemp x Reader 

Steve Rogers 

Let's explore and under the radar series by @inevitablysomber-dark dark Steve Rogers x Reader 

Locked by @godmadeaterribleerror Steve Rogers x Reader

Daddy's mean side by @laufeysonbarnes3000 Steve x Reader

Other Chris Evans Characters 

Think by @late-to-the-party-81 Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Arranged perfectly and Don't Move by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor Andy Barber x Reader / Curtis Everett x Reader

Tech Tuesday Lloyd Hansen part 11 by @thezombieprostitute Lloyd Hansen x Reader 

The gamblers wake up call by @paperweight91 Frank Adler/Curtis everett x Reader

You'd be like heaven to touch by @krirebr ghost Andy Barber x Reader 

Cry because it's over by @epiphanyrogers Ari Levinson x Reader 

Loki 

Titles don't matter here baby by @laufeysonbarnes3000 Prince Loki x seamstress reader

[stardustrider]

Thank you so much for reading and for the shout out 🥺🥰 so many gorgeous fics and authors on the list 🤩🤩🤩

[soelstress]

Lost My Light

Pairing - Endings Beginnings Frank x GN!Reader

Summary - You love him though he continues to snuff out your light

Prompt - ”The love we share seems to go nowhere and I’ve lost my light”

Warnings - alcohol & drug use , angst

Word count - 288

A/N - My twelfth entry for the June Jukebox Scribbles.

A/N 2 - Society made the banner

Frank was sprawled facedown on the sofa almost as if he’d been carelessly thrown over it like a jacket. One side of his body balanced precariously on the cushions while the other half dangled off the couch along with his head. An almost depleted bottle of alcohol sat on the table.

As you watched the man you loved the man your throat tightened and warmth filled your face. Blinking you hurried into the bedroom pulling a suitcase from on top of the closet and threw it on the bed before starting to grab your possessions. While you packed, tears blurred your vision as you dialed a number you knew all too well.

”Hey. Are you ok?” The soft lilting voice of Frank's best friend Jack. His concern caused your tears to spill over and you sniffled. “What’s happened? Police? Hospital? Talk to me sweetie.”

“I - I’m leaving. I can’t do this anymore.” 

“Do you need anything?” The fact that Jack asked that instead of trying to reason spoke volumes. 

“Check on him tomorrow?”

Jack promised to do so before saying to call if you needed help. Murmuring goodbye you ended the call and checked the room again. Quietly you crept back through the apartment and reached the front door. 

“What y’doin?”

The slur revealed that Frank was going back to his old habits. Despite your pleas.

”I’m leaving.”

”Wha-?” Frank sluggishly moved to sit up blue eyes bloodshot and unfocused. “Why?”

“Do I really need to say it?”

”Don’t. Just don’t. Stay. I can change.” His voice wobbled when you shook your head. “I love you.”

”The love we share seems to go nowhere.” Your eyes burned as tears spilled over. “And I’ve lost my light. Goodbye Frank.”

[stardustrider]

😩😩😩 I'm still half asleep and now I'm sad... Frank is such a mess, but a very handsome and cute mess... So beautifully written 💖

[stardustrider]

Thin Walls, Poor Decisions ↯ Part III

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader Authors note: June Jukebox Scribbles event. You asked for it! 😅 June 12th - “Tainted Love - Soft Cell / “Don't touch me, please, I cannot stand the way you tease” Dividers by @/saradika-graphics Warnings: SMUT 18+, it's imaginary but still smut Word Count: 300 Summary: Bucky has very vivid imagination when it comes to his cute neighbour, but the walls are paper thin and suddenly you're standing on his treshhold and Bucky has an unexpected confession.

PART I // PART II

EVENT MASTERLIST

Bucky lets out something between a groan and a laugh.

"You really don't want to know."

"Oh, I absolutely do," you tilt your head, watching him with entirely too much amusement as you let your fingers teasingly slide under the hem of his henley. 

The back of the sofa, his brain throws out and goes offline. All he can see is you bent over the backrest of that old, worn sofa, those tiny pyjama shorts ripped down to your ankles, legs spread and your perfect heart-shaped ass bouncing and jiggling with every thrust as he rails you from behind. 

He can almost hear the wet, filthy sound of his thick cock diving into your dripping pussy as he fists your hair and fucks you deeper, harder.

Your handsome neighbour suddenly goes very still. Wide blue eyes, quick, uneven breaths, shoulders tight, and he’s hard. So hard, it’s impossible not to notice. 

You smile, pressing your palm over his bulge and giving one slow stroke. Bucky’s head falls back against the wall, a broken moan escaping him but the next moment he jerks like he’s been burned.

"Don't..." His voice catches. "Don't touch me, please."

The plea sounds almost pained.

You blink.

"What?"

Bucky squeezes his eyes shut.

"I cannot stand the way you tease."

When he looks at you again, his face is burning. You hadn't thought it was possible for a man built like him to look shy yet somehow he does.

"Don't you want me?"

"I do," he chokes out. "I just... fuck..." he drags a hand through his hair. “I can't."

"You can't?"

Bucky swallows.

For a moment he seems to be searching for a way out of the conversation. There isn't one.

Finally, he looks away.

"I..." his voice drops lower. "I've never done this before."

PART I // PART II

[azriona]

Aw poor baby whoever shall he find to teach him? 🤭🤭🤭

[stardustrider]

Yeah, good teachers are hard to find 😆 Besides he just wants to combust right now...

[stardustrider]

Tiny Socks and Scraped Knees

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader Authors note: June Jukebox Scribbles event. June 10th - Pink Pony Club - Chappell Roan / “Every night's another reason why I left it all” Dividers by @/saradika-graphics Warnings: fluffiest fluff Word Count: 300 Summary: Sometimes love looks like cookies, cuddles, and no regrets. Just a sweet moment in the life of househusband Bucky Barnes. EVENT MASTERLIST

You unlock the apartment door and step in. It’s quiet. 

No, peaceful. 

You lean against the frame and close your eyes. Just for a moment.

Home.

There is cinnamon in the air, and somewhere down the hall on the floor lies a forgotten book. You pick it up. SpongeBob grins back at you from the page, and you can't help but smile.

A pair of arms slides around your waist. You never hear Bucky coming. Once it startled you, now it simply feels familiar.  

"You look exhausted," Bucky murmurs and kisses your neck.

You melt into him.

"Is it that obvious?"

"Only to me," he grins.

He takes your bag from your shoulder and puts it down by the door. You let him guide you toward the sofa and pull you down next to him. 

A glass of wine waits on the coffee table. You reach for it, but misjudge the distance and the glass slips.

You barely register what happened before Bucky catches it in the air.

“Force of habit,” he chuckles, handing it back to you. 

You notice traces of flour on his forearm. Little Natty must have talked him into baking cookies again. 

Bucky’s hand cups your cheek, and you nuzzle against it. 

You love him so much it aches sometimes. The super soldier who can kill a man with one arm and assemble a bomb from your kitchen supplies. The man who folds tiny socks, kisses scraped knees, packs lunches, and makes every room feel warmer just by being in it.

He leans forward, lips almost touching yours. 

"Do you ever regret it?" you ask quietly. 

Bucky's smile appears slowly together with tiny creases around his beautiful eyes.  

"Never," he says, his thumb brushing your cheek, "and every night's another reason why I left it all."

[ladyofmarvellia]

I want me some super soldier househusband Bucky ...

[stardustrider]

I want him too... so bad 😩😩😩

[stardustrider]

Thin Walls, Poor Decisions ↯ Part III

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader Authors note: June Jukebox Scribbles event. You asked for it! 😅 June 12th - “Tainted Love - Soft Cell / “Don't touch me, please, I cannot stand the way you tease” Dividers by @/saradika-graphics Warnings: SMUT 18+, it's imaginary but still smut Word Count: 300 Summary: Bucky has very vivid imagination when it comes to his cute neighbour, but the walls are paper thin and suddenly you're standing on his treshhold and Bucky has an unexpected confession.

PART I // PART II

EVENT MASTERLIST

Bucky lets out something between a groan and a laugh.

"You really don't want to know."

"Oh, I absolutely do," you tilt your head, watching him with entirely too much amusement as you let your fingers teasingly slide under the hem of his henley. 

The back of the sofa, his brain throws out and goes offline. All he can see is you bent over the backrest of that old, worn sofa, those tiny pyjama shorts ripped down to your ankles, legs spread and your perfect heart-shaped ass bouncing and jiggling with every thrust as he rails you from behind. 

He can almost hear the wet, filthy sound of his thick cock diving into your dripping pussy as he fists your hair and fucks you deeper, harder.

Your handsome neighbour suddenly goes very still. Wide blue eyes, quick, uneven breaths, shoulders tight, and he’s hard. So hard, it’s impossible not to notice. 

You smile, pressing your palm over his bulge and giving one slow stroke. Bucky’s head falls back against the wall, a broken moan escaping him but the next moment he jerks like he’s been burned.

"Don't..." His voice catches. "Don't touch me, please."

The plea sounds almost pained.

You blink.

"What?"

Bucky squeezes his eyes shut.

"I cannot stand the way you tease."

When he looks at you again, his face is burning. You hadn't thought it was possible for a man built like him to look shy yet somehow he does.

"Don't you want me?"

"I do," he chokes out. "I just... fuck..." he drags a hand through his hair. “I can't."

"You can't?"

Bucky swallows.

For a moment he seems to be searching for a way out of the conversation. There isn't one.

Finally, he looks away.

"I..." his voice drops lower. "I've never done this before."

PART I // PART II

[bbfwrites]

Pretty One

Character: Lee Bodecker

Prompt day 11: Little Bitty Pretty One - Thurston Harris

Word count: 300

Summary: Lee gets a chance with an old crush

Lee was nervous. This was his first dance since he got home from the Army. The last time was right after he graduated high school; right before he left for boot camp. It felt like decades ago even though it was only a couple years. 

He didn't opt for a tie, just a nice button up shirt and slacks. Being back in his own home town  had already led to a few open and easy conversations. 

Tell you a story

Happened long time ago

Little bitty pretty one

I've been watching you grow

Lee watched a young woman across the room trying to work up the nerve to ask her for a dance.  They'd gone to school together since first grade. He felt inexplicably shy. 

He'd probably had a crush on her since the 7th grade. Instead of gathering his courage back then, he’d dated other girls. But now he had the opportunity. 

She smiled when she saw him. “Hi Lee, I'm glad to see you're back.”

Lee gave a small grin, “Thanks, glad to be back. You, uh, wanna dance?”

“I'd love to,” she said, her face lighting up even more. 

Little bitty pretty one

Come on talk to me

The night flew by so fast. She must have danced nearly every dance with him and the conversation flowed the whole time. Lee felt more head over heels with her than when he was in school. 

“Let me drive you home?” He asked hopefully. 

She nodded, “please.”

The drive was a comfortable silence. Lee was wondering if she'd let him kiss her, if that was something she did when it wasn't even a date. 

“Thank you for the ride, Lee,” she said. “Would you like a kiss good night?” Maybe she had been into him more than he thought. 

[stardustrider]

Cutie, patootie shy Lee 💖 . I'm so down bad for shy men 😅

[phoenix-in-writing]

Bedtime Story

Bucky Barnes x Drunk!Reader - College AU

♪ Prompt | Little Bitty Pretty One - Thurston Harris | “Tell you a story” ♪ Summary | Maybe that last shot was a bad idea. ♪ Warnings + Tags | Reader is drunk af, college AU, Bucky is as down bad as 300 words allows him to be, fluff, princess used as a nickname ♪ Phoenix Chirps | Just something a little fluffy before some angst I got cooking here soon... ♪ Word Count | 300

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Somewhere between the shots of tequila and the water that you refused, the world became a hazy refuge of color. And you could've been okay with your movements slowing and your brain taking a bit longer to catch up with everything, had the everything not begun to spin like the teacups at Disneyland.

Looking for anyone to be a tether in the whirlwind that was your mind, your hands instinctively reached for your best friend on campus, Bucky Barnes. "Bucky…" his name came out elongated, surrounded by a giggle you couldn't suppress.

Your arms flung around his neck, the beer he had been nursing all night sloshing dangerously while he steadied you. "Think we should get you back to your dorm." Under his amusement at your inebriation though, concern was peeking through.

"Yeah…" you agreed without protest, once your head had landed on his shoulder, your legs suddenly decided to take on a jell-o like consistency.

"Alright princess, let's go."

Bucky held you steady, even when you almost spilled the contents of your stomach in the bushes outside of the psychology building.

"Determined not to throw up in front of you again," you managed to say triumphantly, walking with all the grace of a newborn deer.

Bucky only shook his head fondly, letting you babble drunkenly about Natasha's new boyfriend and Yelena's fling, leaving you without a partner for the semester.

Finally falling onto your mattress, you grabbed his arm. "Tell me a story, it'll help me sleep."

There was no hesitation, only Bucky toeing off his shoes and sliding into your twin size bed and letting you curl around him. "Tell you a story…" he mused, a hand sliding up and down your back in comfort.

"Once upon a time, a boy fell in love with a beautiful girl…"

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Cute, cute, cute 🥰🥰🥰 Oh, Bucky, tell me a story.... 💖💖💖

[apenny4thots]

Down Bad

Bucky Barnes x Reader.

Warnings: none, Bucky being a menace.

WC: 544. This one got away from me.

AN: June 11th entry for @societynsoelsscribbles June Jukebox event, “Tell You a Story.” Divider courtesy of @saradika-graphics.

The first sign of trouble should’ve been the giggling.

Your granddaughter, Rosie, is twelve years old and incapable of being quiet when she’s up to something. Her best friend, Emma, is even worse. The two of them are sprawled across the attic floor, surrounded by old photo albums they’d dug out of storage while looking for Christmas decorations.

“No way!

“Oh my God!”

“That’s your Pop Pop?”

Rosie groans. “Unfortunately.”

Emma holds up a photograph. “Your Nana was gorgeous. And your Pop Pop—”

“Don’t say it.”

“Pop Pop was HOT!”

“Eww!”

Emma cackles as Rosie snatches the photo.

There, frozen in time, is twenty-eight years old James Buchanan Barnes.

Dark hair falling into his eyes, rolled sleeves, a dangerous smile.

Emma flips to another page, then another, and then another: Bucky carrying you piggyback down a Brooklyn street. Bucky kissing your cheek at Coney Island. Bucky holding you against his side while staring at the camera.

Emma whistles. “Your Pop Pop had game.”

Rosie looks physically ill.

Five minutes later both girls come thundering downstairs. You’re in the kitchen making cookies. Emma drops an album onto the table.

“We need a story.”

“Oh is that so?”

“Why does Rosie’s Pop Pop look like he belongs on the cover of some romance novel?”

Behind you comes a familiar voice.

“I like this girl.”

Bucky shuffles into the kitchen. Seventy-eight years old, silver haired, still broad shouldered, with laugh lines around his bright blue eyes. Reading glasses are hanging from the collar of his shirt. He’s still as handsome as ever, still managing to make your stomach flutter after all these decades.

He steals a cookie. You smack his hand. He steals a second one anyway.

“Traitor,” Rosie mutters.

Bucky settles into a chair. “Alright. Tell you a story.”

Both girls immediately sit. One story devolves into another and so on, immediately becoming the “Pop Pop Tells Stories About Nana Hour.”

Bucky is halfway through explaining how he once drove two hours to Long Island because he heard you casually mention liking a specific pie from a bakery when realization washes over Emma’s face.

Emma looks at the picture of Bucky and then at Rosie. “I get why you have so many aunts and uncles now. Pop Pop was down bad!”

Rosie shrieks in horror and covers her ears with her hands as you and Bucky lose composure.

“She’s not wrong. And still am,” Bucky agrees. “That’s how I hurt my hip.”

You swat his arm, your cheeks burning. “James! The children!”

“What?” Bucky replies incredulously. “We’re married. It’s not like the kids came by stork.”

Rosie has buried her face in her hands. This is the worst day of her life.

Then Emma delivers the killing blow.

She points toward a framed wedding photo sitting on a nearby shelf.

“I mean look at that picture. That’s not a man looking at a woman.”

“Emma, stop,” Roșie pleads.

“That’s a man looking at a winning lottery ticket.”

Bucky is absolutely delighted.

“See? Smart girl.”

And then, because Bucky Barnes has never met a situation he couldn’t make more embarrassing, he reaches over and slips an arm around your shoulders. He is still so in love with you after all these years.

“Your Nana’s the best thing that ever happened to me.”

FIN.

[stardustrider]

This was so sweet 🥰🥰🥰

[azriona]

June 11 Drabble - It's a Theory!

Bucky Barnes, Doomsday Predictions (not!), Crack, 100 words exactly. General Audiences. No Doomsday Spoilers Were Harmed in the Writing of this Drabble. This drabble meets the requirements for the following events:

@societynsoelsscribbles June Jukebox Scribbles (Itty Bitty Pretty One);

@swoon-june (Denial/Sickfic);

@juneofdoom ("Maybe it's better this way.").

It was further inspired by the prompt from @writer-in-a-cryofreeze's Round 4: "This Will Not Happen in Doomsday." I'm not one of their authors... but if I were... 🤭 If you enjoyed this, please go check out the nine drabbles over there.

Summary: Oh come on, who do you think taught Steve Rogers how to be dramatic???

"Maybe…" Bucky coughs weakly. "Maybe it's better this way."

"No, Buck, no," sobs Steve, looking frantically for a wound to staunch. "I just got you back, you can't die—"

"Oh, fuck off, Rogers," groans Bucky, pained. "Did you bring the stupid back from 1955? You saved me something like, five times and each and every time you went swanning off on some mission."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" protests Steve.

"True," chirps Tony. "Don't worry, Buckeroo, I got this idiot now. Your watch is over."

"Thank God," says Bucky, and then as he dies: "Wonder if Nat likes the Batman franchise?"

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[stardustrider]

OMG this is ingenious 🤣🤣🤣 I never thought I might actually be laughing about a scene where Bucky is dying 😅