Summary: The night before Steve and Bucky leave to find the HYDRA informant, you and Bucky spend some time together. The two of you take a huge step in your relationship.
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, oral sex (male receiving), unprotected sex
Author’s Notes: Inspired by the books/movies in the Fifty Shades of Grey trilogy. I do use the books/movies as a reference, so some dialogue, etc, may sneak in. If you have an issue with this, please message me. This has taken on a life of its own and is close to rivaling my longest series in the SPN fandom (in word count, it’s passed it in number of chapters). Your comments, replies, and enthusiasm for this series keeps me going. Thank you so much for making this so much fun to write. Thank you always and forever to my amazing beta team @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan and @climbthatmooselikeatree.
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Summary: Bucky realizes why something feels off after being rescued by Steve. Words: 713 Warnings: angst, fuck is used like 12 times in one dialogue so cussing A/N: I know today was scheduled for something else but this was literally the only thing I could focus on writing. So here is day two of ficmas with a names drabble! This is Bucky’s POV. Sorry this was posted on the third, I wrote this pretty last minute and the taglist for names alone has 50 people on it so took up a lot of time.
I was glad to be rescued, glad to see Steve again. Glad that everyone else was okay. I walked back into camp behind Steve, holding the gun in my hands. A brunette woman approached Steve, looking rather annoyed. And though I was glad. I was upset. Upset that Steve was now here. That he was here in Europe, not back in Brooklyn with Marjorie.
But something still didn’t feel right. Something still felt off, and I couldn’t shake it. Even though I didn’t know why, but I had a gut feeling that something was wrong with Marjorie, that she was in danger. I didn’t say anything, I was probably just being paranoid. Steve always said I was when it came to her.
That night, I tossed and turned through the night. The feeling still hadn’t gone away and I racked my brain trying to figure out why I thought she was in such danger.
A/N: This is it y’all. This is the end. Skip reading this if you want to miss all the sappy stuff. Writing this series has been nothing like I thought it would be. It’s made me cry and it’s made me smile like a maniac. It’s calmed me down and stressed me out. This all started with the smallest idea and through your encouragement, it became all it currently is. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for every comment and like and reblog. You’ll never know how much it all means to me. As always you can send it requests for writing or tags here. (PS let me know if you want to be moved from this tag list to another) My main masterlist is here and the series masterlist is here. So for the last time (for this series), let’s jump into it.
You woke up slowly after reaching out and finding the bed cold. Sitting up and stretching, you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes. You swung your legs out of the bed and walked down the stairs and towards the kitchen. The smell of coffee and bacon greeted you, as well as the sight of a man, facing away from you, bare-backed and green plaid pajama pants slung low on his hips. Careful not to alert him to your presence just yet, you quietly walked into the kitchen and wrapped your arms around his waist from behind.
“Mornin’ handsome,” you mumbled as you kissed the spot between his shoulder blades.
A/N: This is it y’all. The last full chapter of Come Back… Thank you guys SO much for all the support on this one. The next thing on my to write list is a Steve Rogers series. If you want a tag for that let me know! Also, let me know if you want to be moved from the Come Back list to a different tag list. All tag and writing requests can be sent in here. You can find the series masterlist here and my main masterlist here.
After you made it back to the inn, you flung yourself on the bed and let the tears fall. You knew you had messed up. You knew it moments after walking away from Bucky but it didn’t change anything. He might not have ruined your life then or now but you weren’t wrong when you said it had all been a mistake. Being 16 and in love didn’t mean the two of you could just pick up where you left off. You had gotten over him once, you could do it again, right? You got out of bed and took what was left of your makeup off before taking off your dress and getting back into bed. It was too late now anyway. Bucky probably went back into the reception and continued on with his night like nothing happened.
You know what…. I’m one for loving cliffhangers because I write them, but NOT THIS! Reading them is another thing entirely and I DO NOT approve. I need to know.
A/N: Hey y’all! The wedding is here and our girl has some choices to make! Tumblr seems to have issues but I’m still putting links in here. As always let’s chat about this fic. You can send in requests for tags or writing here. You can find the series masterlist here and my main masterlister here.
You pulled into the gravel parking lot and hopped out the car. Following the signs to where you needed to go for the wedding, you observed your surroundings. A wooden barn stood to the right with lights strung all around it, Peggy had told you that was where the reception was being held. On your left sat white wooden folding chairs, lined with metal tins of wildflowers to create a makeshift aisle. You took a seat, still so lost in observation that you didn’t notice the blue eyes watching you from afar.
Warnings: heavy angst, additional spoilers in the tags
Author’s Notes: Inspired by the books/movies in the Fifty Shades of Grey trilogy. I do use the books/movies as a reference, so some dialogue, etc, may sneak in. If you have an issue with this, please message me. NSFW gif under the cut.
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FIRST of all, Mimi, I love you, so much. This entire series has been a rollercoaster of emotion, and I have enjoyed every dip and twist and turn. But this… this has broken me in the best possible way. It’s so beautiful and heartbreaking. Brava, my dear.
A/N: I know this isn’t how jail works but for the purposes of this story: it is how it is. Also, I just finished writing the remaining chapters of Come Back…! I could not be more excited about it friends. Thank you for all the love you’ve given this story. As always thank you for reading! Feel free to hit me with your comments, concerns and tag requests here. You can find the series masterlist here and my main masterlist here.
After seeing Bucky hauled off in handcuffs, you did the only thing you could think of- you called Steve Rogers, the unofficial captain of the group. You answered what questions you could. No, you didn’t know why. Yes, you were sure. Yes, you needed a ride to the station. No, this wasn’t a prank.
Steve came by to pick you up not too long after you hung up with him. The car ride was nearly silent, the only noise coming from your leg which was bouncing up and down frantically.
Steve pulled up to the station and you immediately got out of the car, quickly walking to the entrance, Steve following behind closely. The woman at the front desk glanced up when the two of you walked in.
“We’re looking for James Barnes,” you said urgently.
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