Peach Scone - The Pep Talk (3/6)

Peach Scone - The Pep Talk (3/6)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: In where Bucky has it so bad for you, he cannot find the words to confess his feelings. After an entire year of failed attempts, plus a declaration of love for scones, he decides it’s about time the words come out of his mouth. Only Bucky knows himself and is certain it’s gonna be one hell of a challenge.

Words: 2,821

Warning(s): fluffiness, Bucky not really able to function because he’s a lovesick fool, language,

A/N: I’m so happy you guys loved the second chapter! I hope you enjoy this one as well! Lots of love! This chapter looks at a frustrated Bucky ;) Apologies if this is bad! 

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Bucky Barnes could blindly admit that fainting in front of you a week back hadn’t been one of his finest moments.

It had, however, been his most embarrassing one, and that alone said a lot given the excessive amount of borderline outrageous things he had managed to do in front of you.  

The incident hadn’t reduced his spot as the number one laughingstock of the Avengers; it had only earned him a crown. An actual crown which Tony specially designed for him and to say that Bucky wasn’t looking for an apartment elsewhere in the city would be a lie. 

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This is so sad 😭 I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to forgive Marvel for making Steve go back in time.

What Could’ve Been

FINAL PART

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader, Steve Rogers x Peggy Carter, future Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Angst, like ouch bitch who hurt you?, pain, regrets, moving on

summary: Steve stays in the past when returning the stones, leaving you behind and erasing everything you two were to each other. Decades pass and he wonders if he made the right decision. Especially since the memories of you still lingers in his mind years after.

DISCLAIMER: Time travel concept is different than in the movie. If you travel back in time, you mess with the future. You don’t have memories of Steve. He erased that the minute he decided to stay behind. You two never met. I didn’t want to make Steve go back in time and have another separate Steve still sleeping in ice. Whoops.

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What Could’ve Been Part 1

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Steve knew he didn’t have much time left.

He felt it in his heart, in the very core of his soul that his life was coming to an end. Old age eventually catches up to everyone and despite all the suffering he’s been through, he could only wait. He was laid there on his hospital bed, waiting as time ticked away second by second. His children and their family were just outside the room, talking to the doctors and trying to see if they could do anything to prolong his life. If there’s anything more they could do. The Barnes’ were here too. You were here too.

The ironic part was, he didn’t really want more.

Steve was tired.

He was so very tired.

He wanted to rest. To finally go into sleep and never wake up. He wonders if it’s anything like the time he first woke up from the ice. If by the time he passes, he’d open his eyes to blinding light or if he would just drift into nothingness. If there was a Heaven, and he wasn’t sure if there was anymore or if he was even qualified to be in there, what image would greet him?

Would he see Peggy? The Commandos? Would he see his mother? His father? All the people he’d lost? Would he see you?

God, he hoped he would. 

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Her name is Kaylen Ward. Thanks legend!

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Peach Scone - The Boo (4/6)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: In where Bucky has it so bad for you, he cannot find the words to confess his feelings. After an entire year of failed attempts, plus a declaration of love for scones, he decides it’s about time the words come out of his mouth. Only Bucky knows himself and is certain it’s gonna be one hell of a challenge.

Words:  3,5k

Warning(s): fluff, fun, banter, Bucky being the source of entertainment and a love sick fool, who just can’t function, language

A/N: I gotta admit, this chapter is not turning out the exact way i wanted it, but I hope you guys enjoy nonetheless! 

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“This one, or this one?” Natasha asked, gesturing towards the two different dresses in her hands.

The three men tilted their head in the same direction, inspecting the garments with care. Their gaze flittering from one to the other for a solid minute. The red had to refrain from rolling her eyes. The four of them had been at the store for more than an hour, and it was the fifth item she had asked their opinion on. Yet, each time they pondered between option A and B like the fate of the world lied at stake.

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Could you do a Drabble of Ransom x Reader where he’s fingering her under the dinner table whilst the family are trying to get along but the more frustrated he gets, the harder he goes, and eventually he feels her squirt a little so drags her out and fucks her hard against the wall in the hall? Omgggg

-> -> -> The only reason you're eating food at this point is so you have an excuse to not speak during the war breaking out over the dinner table.

As usual, the Thrombey clan started out somewhat normal and civil until someone had to instigate an argument; you couldn't even remember how it started at this point. You technically don't even have to be here, but you're here for Harlan. Your family has lived next door to the writer since before you were even born, and had ended up practically becoming a part of his family itself-- unfortunately. Your parents are out of town on a business trip, and so you decided to show face for their sake.

Perhaps the other reason this is unsettling is because you slept with Harlan's grandson a couple weeks ago.

You had avoided Ransom since then, but now as he was sitting right next to you, nothing could be done. You were at least content with focusing on eating and ignoring the commotion surrounding you until--

--you feel his massive hand upon your thigh, barely squeezing as his narrowed eyes remain focused on Walt currently rampaging about what a spoiled brat he is.

"I'm the spoiled brat? Really, Walt?" Ransom laughs out loud, nonchalantly pushing your skirt up under the table. "Then what does that make you? No, I'm sorry, what does that make all of you?"

You let out a little squeak when he starts rubbing against your panties, thankfully drowned out by the sound of Linda screaming, "What the hell is that supposed to mean? I made my own company and I worked hard for it, you know this! Where do you think all the money you get handed to you comes from?"

"Oh, you're right, Mother, I forgot. Oh, actually, you know what-- wait a minute. How did you "make" your company again?" Ransom asks with mock innocence, applying more pressure to your clothed entrance. You grip your fork harder, though no food is going into your mouth anytime soon. "From-- from working, of course, what kind of question is that?" Linda spats, and Richard begins laughing upon her answer-- then quickly shuts up when the woman shoots him a death glare. "Working, you say?" Ransom continues, now slipping his skilled, broad fingers into your panties, rubbing your clit roughly. You bring your napkin to your mouth quickly to fake cough, but you're really letting out a gasp. "So you worked to make the money for that company? What, did you get a job in McDonalds, or at a local bar, or in retail? How'd you earn that money, huh, Mom?"

Joni smirks, mumbling under her breath to Meg, "He kind of has a point." Linda widens her eyes, looking to her sister-in-law with furiosity. "Do you really want to be saying anything when it comes to finances, you little gold digger?!" Meg frowns deeply, standing up. "God, can we all just realize that Ransom's starting this shit on purpose?! Look at him, watching and laughing of all things! How fucked up is that?"

Ransom grits his teeth in both annoyance and amusement, suddenly pushing two fingers inside you without warning. Your moan turns into another fake cough, your cheeks bright red. He pumps hard though hisses at Meg through a cocky smirk, "I don't even have to start shit here, Little Miss FemiNazi, you guys do all the work for me." You're gripping his wrist hard and barely squirming, other hand gripping the edge of the table under the tablecloth. You begin to clench around his fingers, you can't help it; he suddenly feels your release come out in little spurts, and he barely licks his lips. Fuck, now he's way too horny to argue.

He fixes your panties and skirt surprisingly quick. "You know what? We're being very rude to our guest. Let me escort her out while you all continue embarrassing yourselves." He smirks at all of them and grabs your arm, jerking you up. You feel like a little doll at this point as he drags you out into the long hallway, getting to the opposite end before he pins you up against the wall.

"So fucking wet for me, aren't you doll? Did you miss my big dick stretching your tight pussy out?" he groans, wasting no time in undoing his belt and lowering his pants and briefs, his length hard and veiny. "Fuck, I hate them so much. You're going to be a good girl and make me forget about it." He thrusts into you and you can't help but moan; he smirks and clamps a large hand over your lips. "Oh, no. I'm not going to have them interrupt us having our fun. You need to be quiet, doll." You shut your eyes tight as he fucks you mercilessly, your body rocking back against the wall as his hips slam against yours.

You almost don't even want to say anything. Better to stay quiet rather than vocally acknowledge you actually... enjoy this.