Not a Fairy Tale Kiss, Chapter 64

Originally posted by oursisthefvry

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Avenger!OFC (2nd person POV)

This Chapter word count: 2.1k ~ Total Story count: 157k ~ This chapter is rated Mature. Chapters will be posted every Tuesday and Friday until the story is complete.

Summary: When you and Bucky are both accidentally hit with sex pollen while on a mission, you're determined to keep your relationship status at friendship, even if you’d like it to be more. Even if you think he feels the same. Even if you accidentally end up pregnant. Even if it kills you.

(Spoiler Alert: it might actually kill you. Good luck with that.)

Trigger warnings include discussion of abortion, failed pregnancies, deaths of both mom & baby--not the MC! Full warnings on AO3. Happy ending is guaranteed, despite warnings. Please see AO3 for full A/N and tags.

Chapter Summary: In which there are no good options.

“We’re going in circles, Steve. Lang can’t use his ants, we can’t use the Quinjet, there’s not a single one of us who can approach that bunker and not immediately be shot out of the sky.”

There’s only way in that isn’t likely to get anyone killed.

And you hate it.

“Me,” you say quietly. A whisper.

“Then we keep thinking until we find a way,” snaps Steve.

“Me,” you repeat, a little louder now. You open your eyes and look at your hands on your bump. They’re so small, in comparison. When did your bump get so big?

You look up. “Steve. I can get in.”

“No,” says Steve. “We can be wheels up in—”

“Steve—”

“No,” repeats Steve. “What’s the fastest route to Siberia, east or west? Lang can meet us there, maybe if we drop him from a high enough altitude—”

“I’m the one you drop, Steve. I can get in,” you say. “They were after me, right? If I’m the one who shows up—”

Steve slams a hand down on the table.

The table cracks.

“I am not letting a pregnant Avenger walk straight into the Winter Soldier’s arms!” says Steve through gritted teeth.

Read the rest of the chapter on AO3.

Not a Fairy Tale Kiss, Chapter 64

Originally posted by oursisthefvry

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Avenger!OFC (2nd person POV)

This Chapter word count: 2.1k ~ Total Story count: 157k ~ This chapter is rated Mature. Chapters will be posted every Tuesday and Friday until the story is complete.

Summary: When you and Bucky are both accidentally hit with sex pollen while on a mission, you're determined to keep your relationship status at friendship, even if you’d like it to be more. Even if you think he feels the same. Even if you accidentally end up pregnant. Even if it kills you.

(Spoiler Alert: it might actually kill you. Good luck with that.)

Trigger warnings include discussion of abortion, failed pregnancies, deaths of both mom & baby--not the MC! Full warnings on AO3. Happy ending is guaranteed, despite warnings. Please see AO3 for full A/N and tags.

Chapter Summary: In which there are no good options.

“We’re going in circles, Steve. Lang can’t use his ants, we can’t use the Quinjet, there’s not a single one of us who can approach that bunker and not immediately be shot out of the sky.”

There’s only way in that isn’t likely to get anyone killed.

And you hate it.

“Me,” you say quietly. A whisper.

“Then we keep thinking until we find a way,” snaps Steve.

“Me,” you repeat, a little louder now. You open your eyes and look at your hands on your bump. They’re so small, in comparison. When did your bump get so big?

You look up. “Steve. I can get in.”

“No,” says Steve. “We can be wheels up in—”

“Steve—”

“No,” repeats Steve. “What’s the fastest route to Siberia, east or west? Lang can meet us there, maybe if we drop him from a high enough altitude—”

“I’m the one you drop, Steve. I can get in,” you say. “They were after me, right? If I’m the one who shows up—”

Steve slams a hand down on the table.

The table cracks.

“I am not letting a pregnant Avenger walk straight into the Winter Soldier’s arms!” says Steve through gritted teeth.

Read the rest of the chapter on AO3.

real people

chapter seven

Originally posted by samcky

18+

you're popular among horror fans. he's well-respected among film critics. though you work in the same industry, you couldn't be more different - but your managers think a pr romance is just what your careers need.

content warning: actor!bucky x actress!reader, mature themes, enemies to lovers, fake dating, angst, unwanted sexual advances + touching, violence, mention of blood and injury, mention of sex.

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The Sixth Night ended up being a box office hit, making you the talk of the Internet. You've been a well-established celebrity for a few years now, but the past few weeks have been another world altogether.

"This is incredible," Pepper says with a wide grin as she scrolls through her phone. "That TikTok you posted with Bucky yesterday? 3.5 million likes already!"

You sit back in your chair, taking it in. Though you've gotten used to the limelight, being this relevant to such an intense degree is overwhelming.

"Hey, this doesn't mean I've forgotten the Stark thing," Pepper says, looking up from her phone at you with a glare. "It's been hard work trying to bury that story. Your haters are fueled by it. They're saying you cheated on Bucky with him."

"By haters, you mean Sharon Carter fans?" You ask dryly.

"Hey, for some reason, they love comparing you to her," She says with a shrug. "I mean, you guys have never even interacted - where has that come from?"

"She was on Sunset Lake and dated Bucky way back then, and some people think she's a better match for him than me because they were each other's first loves, or whatever," You tell her. "Boring people who are still stuck on something that happened ten years ago."

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steve’s these-motherfuckers-are-up-to-no-good face

Joaquin: What are you writing?

Bucky: The government wants to know what kind of weapons we have in the house. I'm letting them know it's private information.

Sam, looking over Bucky's shoulder: This just says 'fuck around and find out' in calligraphy.

i appreciate that i saw both of these on my dash within about five posts of each other. we’re gonna need both moods going forward, tbh.

I love a woman with a loud ass laugh. I love a cackle. I love a guffaw. Love when a bitch laughs so hard it scares the dog. Be unapologetic in your joy.

Are you Jealous? || B.B. [Oneshhot]

Originally posted by bloodvows

Pairings: Roommate!Bucky Barnes x f!Reader
Themes: Jealousy made Bucky immature. Bickering. Another attempt at being funny.
Summary: The guy you were talking to ruined Bucky's morning so he decided to do something about it.
A/N: This is a comeback ONESHOT. HELLO, I am alive, how are ya'll? I've intended to come back earlier but health related stuff just kept on slapping me left and right. But I'm fine, this baby in my tummy is fine, everyone is fine! Expect a few sporadic posts from me as I am working on where I've left off ;__;

The morning had started so well.

Bucky took a deep, satisfied breath as he cradled his coffee mug, his soul momentarily at peace on the upper balcony. He had earned a kiss. A cheek kiss, sure, but a kiss was a kiss. And it wasn’t just any kiss—it was your kiss. A reward for heroically delivering your USB to the hospital before your presentation. He’d strutted out of there like a goddamn champion, feeling like he was glowing from the inside out.

And now? Now, he was sipping his coffee, reliving the moment in high definition, when the universe decided to slap him across the face.

Because there you were.

Sitting at the picnic table in the backyard.

With some guy.

Bucky's brows furrowed. He tilted his head. The guy was laughing. You were laughing. You were both laughing.

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The Price of Silence (Blue-collar Bucky #1)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: 18+ only. Smut. Unprotected sex. Dirty talk.

Summary: Porn with a little plot, what can I say.

Word Count: 9k.

notes: None. Just filth.

The world had shifted after the Blip, mutated into something unrecognizable. Bucky had learned to survive in chaos, but survival wasn’t the same as living. His government-mandated therapy sessions had been a performance. A carefully crafted facade to prove he was “reformed,” that the Winter Soldier was no longer a threat. It worked. The government gave him the pardon he’d been promised and promptly forgot about him.

Finding a job had been the first hurdle. The Blip had flooded the workforce, and employers weren’t keen on hiring a man with his history, no matter how clean his record now appeared on paper. The rejection became a pattern, confirming what he already suspected, there was no place for him here.

But the construction site didn’t care who he was. They didn’t ask questions when he showed up looking for work. His enhanced strength made him an asset. Moving steel beams, hauling concrete, cutting down hours of labor with what he could do in minutes. He worked silently, head down, invisible among the noise of drills and heavy machinery. On Fridays, he got his paycheck and a little extra for the tasks only he could do.

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