Author’s Notes: This is inspired by Fifty Shades of Grey. If you have not read the prequel, you may not understand quite what is going on in this part (prequel parts are included in the master list).
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Summary: You can’t sleep, so you decide to watch a movie
Characters: Eventual Bucky Barnes x female reader
Word Count: 1237
Warnings: none, maybe some language, it’s getting a little fluffy
Author’s Notes: The prequel to Fifty Shades of Bucky. Learn how and why you came to live at the Avengers Compound, along with how you and Bucky ended up together. I did tag my FSOB, Bucky, and Forever tags in this. If you are not interested in the prequel, let me know and I will remove you from future chapters. The film The Maltese Falcon is classic film noir and was made in 1941.
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PAIRING: Steve Rogers x Female Reader WARNINGS: ANGST, secrets, flashbacks, violence, blood WORD COUNT: 9027 SQUARE FILLED: Rescue Mission AUTHOR’S NOTE: Part Two of my “When You Come Back to Me Again” Marvel Angst Bingo series. Catch up with the first part in the link below.
Steve sat at the table, staring towards the window, slowly moving the chair he was sitting in from side-to-side. Natasha was sitting on one side of him, Sam on the other. Wanda was across from them, and as usual, Vision was close by her. Tony was pacing in front of the room, and Natasha was watching him, waiting for the inevitable. Tony finally stopped, turning and laying his hands on the table across from Steve, speaking slowly and deliberately.
“What were you thinking?” “Tony…”
He ignored Natasha, throwing his hands out as he spoke.
“Thaddeus Ross’ daughter? And you—you didn’t think you needed to tell any of us?”
Steve lifted his head.
“Like you don’t have any secrets from the rest of us?”
Tony stopped at that, looking to Natasha. She raised her eyebrows and stared down at the tabletop. Tony huffed out a breath.
A/N: as some of you might have guessed, Thor’s one of my favourite characters. I haven’t written smut for a while so I thought I’d write this for a few of my challenges. Some of you might have noticed that this was up last night and disappeared. I wasn’t happy with it so I wanted to add a little more. Hope you all enjoy – feedback is greatly appreciated!
You were curled up on the couch watching True Blood and enjoying a rare night of peace and quiet. It was your guilty pleasure watching the vampire drama although that might have had something to do with the actor that played Eric. You had just started on season three and figured you could get through at least two episodes undisturbed. You’d had a horrible day – week – month if you were being honest. You just wanted to relax and ignore the worries you had about work and life if only for a moment.
It wasn’t even the horrible day (month) that you wanted to ignore. You wanted to ignore the fact that your love life was basically non-existent. Sure you flirted with the odd guy but it wasn’t the same. You wanted more than just one of moments; you wanted the connection that you always saw between characters in television or movies. That might not have been realistic but that was the point, right? And there was only one man you knew you’d found that connection with.
Thor.
Too bad he was a literal God and Avenger. You were friends, sure, but he had plenty of women throwing themselves at him, blah, blah, blah. You were too tired to go into the vast clichés of why you thought he wouldn’t be interested in you.
Sigh.
So you lived out your desire for true connection and true love and all that mindless happy romantic nonsense by watching television. The vampire part might have been corny but it made for good TV.
Warnings: Fluff, family and relationship drama, (trigger warning) healing after a trauma, some pretty strong angst, and explicit sexual content that is NSFW 18+. SERIOUSLY.
Chapter Summary: Big Bad isn’t dumb, and it’s bad for a reason. The story of how Agent Weber came to be in this position and came to despise Captain America and all he loves is part of a long and hateful history, part of the legacy of HYDRA. Weber’s lineage made it impossible to become anything other than a highly-trained ruthless double agent, with two goals in life – to initiate HYDRA’s resurgence as a force for destruction through the creation of an army of Super Soldiers, and to ensure the safety and security of the only person in life she held dear. Nothing would stop her from making these things happen.
Chapter Notes: HI all! I want to thank each and every one of you for all the love you’ve shown “my baby” (my very first fan fic). I am so glad to hear how you’re loving it. For this chapter, my HUGE GIGANTIC ENORMOUS thanks goes out to @lloeppky – this amazing woman just binged the previous 20 chapters of this fic in like 3 days IN HER SPARE TIME (oh, she’s a teacher, so she has none!). She has left comments on, and reblogged/liked EVERY SINGLE CHAPTER and for that I am so so grateful. Thank you sweetie, I am so thankful for you!
I *really* thought this chapter was going one way when I started, but Weber’s backstory really sucked me in. Given that I hadn’t given much time to explain motivation and history, I took longer on it than I expected. I hope you all enjoy – I would love to hear your feedback, as always. The most wonderful and kind beta, MsEnglish101 always keeps me going, and thanks also to MsZombieCake for her help with the history, particularly the parts that pertain to German military titles, etc. That was invaluable and I hope makes the story more believable.Enjoy!
Germany 1941
“Frau Strucker, we must leave immediately.”
“No! I will not leave without my husband and my son will not leave without his father.”
The sky over the camp burned red, smoke pouring out of the main building. Soldiers ran with the unmitigated panic of those who knew their end was near. Wilhelm Weber Strucker was only 13 years old, but remembered exactly what happened next.
Warnings: Fluff, family and relationship drama, (trigger warning) healing after a trauma, some pretty strong angst, and explicit sexual content that is NSFW 18+. SERIOUSLY.
Chapter Summary: As always, reunions with Steve were wonderful, but the one on your birthday was magical. The days and weeks leading up to your ex-husband’s wedding were busy, but also a time for reflection and bittersweet feelings that Steve picked up on. While your life kept going ahead in wonderful and positive directions, behind the scenes the big bad was starting to plan its revenge. The people you trusted to keep you and your family safe were not all what they seemed. Old ties, old wounds, new hate and fresh revenge were about to insert themselves into your happily ever after.
Chapter Notes: Now I know what it’s like to WANT to write like crazy but have life get in the way. Thank you, as always, to @MsEnglish101 for always being there for me and helping me write a story I am truly happy with. If you have a spare minute, let me know what you think – I love reading your comments – they are, without fail, uplifting. Stay tuned!!!!
As you walked over to kiss him and you recognized that he was in his stealth suit and not street clothes, you laughed as a thought came to you. “Did Clint drop you on the roof? Do we need to move somewhere with a landing pad?”
He held onto your waist and leaned against you. “What kind of guy would I be if I didn’t get back for my best girl’s birthday? Anyway, it wasn’t much of a jump.” You swallowed hard, grateful this wasn’t something else he was going to ask you to do. You hoped.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC | Word Count: 3945 Warnings: Lots of angst, emotional pain, soft Steve
Lily woke slowly and stretched her arms out, expecting to encounter Michael’s warm body. When she found only an empty bed, the night before came rushing back with a clarity which had her eyes snapping open. She thrust her fist against her mouth to stifle her sob, unable to stop the tears from shaking her small frame.
Mom… The pain was so sharp and fresh it hurt to breathe let alone cry. But grief would need to wait until she figured out where the heck she was.
An unfamiliar room greeted her when she managed to catch her breath. Then her eyes landed on the man sleeping propped on his fist in the corner. Her body seized as her mind whirled with the consequences disregarding secret would now have.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC | Word Count: 2614 Warnings: Angst. Language
Tears streamed down her face, ribbons of sorrow, showcasing her broken heart as Lily Tangela opened the door to the apartment she shared with her boyfriend, Michael. She had received the worst possible news tonight and needed the comfort only he could provide.
Her mother, her beautiful, sweet, wonderful mother had died. The cancer she’d been fighting for years had finally taken her life in a long-awaited, yet still much too sudden way.
The news had come only an hour into her shift, seeing her breaking down in her Captain’s office. A new officer for NYPD, Lily was just settling into her career, hadn’t yet been assigned a partner, and now with this tragedy, she was being told to take whatever time she needed to grieve and bury her mother. It was the worst thing that could have happened.
Her sob was soft as she pushed open the door and stumbled to a stop. The table before the window was set for two. Candles glowed. A wine glass, one of a pair, had a smear of ridiculously red lipstick on the rim.
It was eleven o’clock at night, and Lily was supposed to be working the graveyard shift.
Warnings: None really. Y/N being a little insecure, but a whole lot of supportive/sweet Tony, Steve, and Bucky 🙂
A/N: As always, I’m grateful @butterbeertoasts took some time to look this over and give feedback. I went rogue after and changed some things, so all mistakes are mine.
Walking hand and hand with Bucky, you left the
gym floor and took the elevator up. When you got to your floor, you found Nat casually
leaning against one wall.
“Whatever it is– no.” Bucky tried to walk right
passed her, but she stepped in front of him and crossed her arms, undaunted by
his reaction.
“Sorry, Barnes. Maria needs us to train with the
recruits today– Fury’s orders. Besides, Y/N is probably dying to have a break
from you.” She shot you a wink.
Bucky set his jaw, kneading your fingers in his
as he tried to formulate an argument. The team had been generously
accommodating with how much time the two of you spent together. You knew
several of them had taken extra training groups and small missions so Bucky
didn’t have to. You also knew he couldn’t sit out forever.
Masking your disappointment, you nudged him
playfully with your elbow and smiled. “She’s right you know. You’re kind of a
bed hog and I’ve been daydreaming about what it would be like to have a bed all
to myself.”
That stirred a small laugh from him. “Ouch. And
here I thought you liked having me around.”
“That’s…irrelevant,” you smiled. “It’s only fair
of me to share. I could probably use a nap after that surprise exercise with
Peter and Wanda anyway.”
“Sure you’ll be okay? Do you need–”
“C’mon, Barnes. She’s a strong, independent
woman. How many times has she shown everyone she can hold her own?” Nat cut in.
“I think she can handle walking the rest of the way down the hall.”
“Excuse me for being a little anxious, but last
time I left her to go do something she was kidnapped and tortured by HYDRA.”
Despite the truth in his words, you were glad he seemed to relax and settle
into his usual banter with Nat.
You raised your free hand and rolled your eyes.
“I promise not to leave the premises and I’ll check in with someone as soon as
I’m done with my nap. Scout’s honor. Feel better?”
“Nope.” He smiled softly and your heart swelled in
response. He’d been so serious and cautious since you’d been back that it was
rare to see him smile. You made a mental note to draw them out of him more
often.
Bucky pulled you into his side and kissed your
temple, lips lingering longer than usual. It had become a natural and automatic
habit of his, and you were slightly embarrassed at how much the sweet gesture
affected you. Giving you one last apologetic look, he turned and followed Nat
back to the elevator.
A/N: This doesn’t have the smut y’all were probably hoping for, but dang it– Professor Winchester is a handsome, respectable, intelligent man and I thought it would be a disservice to him if he just jumped into the sack with a student right off the bat. Y’all can blame/thank @ericaprice2008 for this. I posted some time ago that I had several big assignments due, but all I wanted to do was write smut. She said, “Just don’t confuse the two. That could get awkward hella quick.” GUESS WHAT IDEA I RAN WITH. Also, @whimsicalrobots messaged me the day I had a run in with my professor and said “So how’s your day going? See any professors you want to run any ideas by?” Y’all probably don’t remember those moments because this series has taken months to get going, but I thank you again for the inspiration!
By class Wednesday, Charlie was really starting to drive you up the wall. She hadn’t let your dream go for a second and she promised she wouldn’t give it a rest until you divulged every single detail. You’d purposely arrived late to class to have a few extra moments of peace, but you were sure she’d set into you again as soon as class was done.
Professor Winchester had settled into a lecture about the Transcontinental Railroad and its role in the growth of cities when Charlie decided she wasn’t about to wait until the end of class.
“So how’s your day going?” she whispered. “See any professors you want to run any ideas by?”
You ignored her and began taking notes. Since you still couldn’t get yourself to look at him and Charlie was trying to get a rise out of you, you fixed your eyes on your notebook and refused to let them wander.
“You can’t go all class without looking at him,” she continued in a hushed tone. “I know how much you love it when he wears darker colors.” You finally looked up to glare her, but all she did was grin.
Professor Winchester cleared his throat loudly and you snapped your attention to the front of the room in embarrassment–immediately forgetting that you’d been determined not to look at him.
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