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Viking Chief!Bucky x Princess!Reader (One shot)

Run-through: Everyone in your father’s Kingdom knows that the Vikings often raid the castle’s warehouses. They take anything they want. Food, gold, weapons. Although they never seem to hurt your subjects. But you had had enough. Given your training, and your need to defend your Kingdom, your father agrees to let you trap the Vikings and bring them in for negotiation because this habit of theirs needs to be stopped. You hated the Vikings, and you thought you always would. Until the moment you met a pair of blue eyes which made your world stand still. Bucky was the Chief of his people; muscular, rough and tumble, and arrogant. Not to mention a shameless flirt, and he got on your nerves the most. But you knew it from the very day you laid eyes on his very handsome face that no matter how hard you tried, some part of you couldn’t fully hate him, nor resist him - even if he was the rival.

Themes: viking!bucky, smut, fluff, banter, somewhat enemies-to-lovers, princess!reader, slight angst

a/n: this was meant to be short, but then I got carried away.

They came in great numbers in the dark of the night, every fortnight, like invisible but brave ghosts with only one goal - to steal and get away flawlessly without anybody seeing them.

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since its mother's day, how about bucky barnes being extremely protective over his pregnant gf

Happy Mother’s Day to all the wonderful people in the maternal role, it is hard so you deserve to have a day to yourself! 

Bucky is always protective and doting but the moment he saw that test come back positive he went into overdrive.

You couldn't even have a drink of water unless it came from a sealed bottle and even then he tasted it first. You didn't understand the reasoning, yes he may have enemies but you doubted they would be sophisticated enough to poison the random bottle you had picked out from a dozen on the shelf.

Bucky watched hundreds of videos and took a cooking class just so that he could learn to make your favourite foods that you craved, ensuring it was cooked through properly so that it was perfectly safe for you and the child you were growing.

Even Sam was shocked when Bucky almost put him in a choke hold for running towards too fast but he was excited to be an uncle. Soon they were both overprotective.

You thought you would be happy to have some space to breathe when he was called away on a short mission but you soon missed his overbearing presence, calling him just to hear his panicked tone as he answered with ‘Is the baby coming?’ every time. 

One time you spotted someone following you while he was away and you suddenly thought all his fears were true so you called him in your own panic, he ended up admitting he had called in a few favours to have some protective detail keep an eye on you at a distance. 

He was also very proud that you had been able to spot them and it gave him some reassurance. He still had to sleep on the couch for a night. Not that he listened. The second you were asleep he snuck back in and talked quietly to his child, feeling the kicks in response with a smile. 

You left Bucky to build the nursery and he enlisted Sam and Joaquin’s technical help, installing more than just he baby monitor you bought. You went to offer them lunch and found wires hanging around the room where they were putting CCTV camera’s in, silent alarms and a heartbeat sensor beneath the cot mattress. 

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If the Punisher is brought into the MCU and he’s not played by Jon Bernthal, then I don’t want it.

🌵 – Tommy's younger sister accompanies him to London and finds Ollie cute ? 🤣🤣 You don't have to do that of course haha just some random idea and omg I've never requested a shelby sister before!!

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Tommy had already promised you around a hundred times, that he’d take you to a business meeting, since you’d wished for it on your eighteenth birthday. Of course, Tommy did not hold his word and he never let you accompany him, always making up an excuse about it being too dangerous, not the right type of meeting or too far away from Small Heath.

It’s been more than two years now and you decided, you would make your wish come true on my own. You had heard your brother mentioning to Polly, that he’d be driving to Camden Town the next day to have a conversation with Alfie Solomons. And because you already expected him to say no if you asked him to come along, you did what any other grown-up, very mature twenty-one-year-old would do. On the morning of Tommy’s departure, you climbed into the back seat of his car, just a few minutes earlier, hiding, so he would not spot you when getting into the vehicle himself.

You knew, you had to wait for him to be too far away from Birmingham, or else he would turn around and bring you back. So, you stayed hidden in the foot space behind the two front seats, until you could see the high-rise buildings of London through the car window. Then, you quickly popped up, looking directly at Tommy through the rear-view mirror.

“Fuck!”

The car swerved, nearly hitting another driving in the opposite direction.

“Woah, watch out,” you said, obviously trying to act as annoying as possible.

Tommy was not amused.

Tommy was not amused at all by your presence. And especially not by the way you had surprised him.

“Bloody hell, what is wrong with you?!”

You shrugged. “Do you remember my birthday wish?”

Tommy frowned angrily. “I told you, I’d take you with me at some point!”

“It’s been two years, Tom,” you remarked reproachfully.

You watched him grit his teeth. Hard.

The rest of the journey he ignored you, until he arrived at his destination. “You’re staying in the car.”

“No, I want to–”

“I said, you’re staying in the car. I don’t want to have you in the same room as Solomons, eh?,” he repeated, raising his eyebrows as he spoke.

You swallowed heavily. Angered by your brother’s behaviour.

Fine, hiding in the back seat of his car to scare him to death hadn’t been very smart. But, what options were left, anyway?

Still, you believed it would be best to listen to Tommy and stay in the automobile, until he was finished.

While time passed, you stared out of the window, observing the large back-alley door, behind which your brother had disappeared. Suddenly, it opened again. A handsome man with dark, curly hair stepped out onto the street. He pulled a cigarette from his pocket and lit it with a match.

You couldn’t stop looking at the stranger. You noticed him wearing a kippah, confirming that he must be one of Alfie’s men. You knew Tommy would not be happy with you for eyeing him, but he was just so pretty.

Then, he finally looked up, giving you a perfect view of his blue eyes. You adored blue eyes, perhaps because it ran in your family and knowing how rare they were.

He spotted you sitting in the car, sending you a kind smile. You smiled back and shyly waved at him. Just when you thought he was about to approach you, the large door opened once again and, unfortunately, your brother stepped out.

He brushed past the gorgeous Jew and jumped back into the car.

“Who’s that?” you immediately asked.

“Hm?”

“The one with the curly hair,” you explained. “Who is he?”

Tommy’s eyes moved to the man leaning against the dusty wall. “Ollie. Alfie’s assistant, if one likes to put it that way.”

“How old is he?”

“Why?” he questioned irritated.

You grinned and looked back at Ollie. “He’s cute.”

“Oh, for god’s sake, shut up,” Tommy exclaimed and started the motor, driving off as quickly as possible.

Ooooh god next chapter is going to be AMMAAZING

Enamored [46] - Vices and Virtues

A.N: Last 2 chapters!❤ I hope you’ll like this one my loves, and please let me know what you think, thank you! ❤ And as always, thank you @theskytraveler for helping me with the chapter and the story❤

Summary: Good things come to those who wait.

Warnings: Regency era society and social rules, mentions of sex, some gender specific language and terms, mentions of pregnancy.

Word Count: 4300

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In all honesty, this plan seemed easier when it was merely a plan.

Putting it into action though? That was a whole different story.

For the last week, the ton hadn’t stopped talking about your potential divorce and how your marriage was doomed. You knew you were supposed to be happy that everyone believed your deception, seeing that it would work in your favor, and you had managed to convince yourself it was a good thing so far-

Until now.

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Fuck I am melting

Cold Shoulder {2} || mafia!Bucky

Summary: Your world is turned upside down overnight and the only way to get through it is with you and Bucky supporting each other. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, oral (both), unprotected sex, angst, cancer (not main character), tattoos, fluff WC: 3679

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You were writhing on the leather seat, or at least trying to with Bucky’s hands pinning your hips down and his elbows holding your legs open. His name fell from your lips as you gripped his hair tight and even in the dark limo you could see his eyes glowing like twin blue flames that threatened to burn you with their intensity. You couldn’t hold his gaze any longer, his tongue doing dangerous things to your sanity, and your head fell back with a cry as he wrought another orgasm from your body.

You pounced on him the second he loosened his hold to wipe your arousal from his chin and surprise flittered quickly across his face as he let you push him flat on his back along the narrow floorspace, straddling his thighs as you worked his belt and zip open.

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I love your Instagram imagines so much! I have a concept with Nawal Sari (nawalsari on Instagram and Pinterest) where Reader is Harry’s best friend and the fans love her so much and she always interacts with them and stuff? No pressure though! 💕

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Born In Flames || Chapter One

Pairing: Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Being the daughter of a mafia boss was hard enough growing up. You got out and made a new life for yourself as a bartender only to be sucked in when your old man made a bad deal and he thinks you need protection. Enter Bucky Barnes, your new bodyguard and roommate.

Warnings: Some mafia business talk but that’s about it for now

Word Count: 2,646

Authors Note: Finally decided to start on this bad boy! And yes, Duff’s is a real rock bar in Brooklyn! I did some research on places and now I really want to visit it! Also the title comes from one of my favorite bands, In This Moment! Enjoy! If you would like to be added to the tag list, send me a message/ask. I prefer you not to write it in the comments on this post. Thank you.

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We need to talk, come to the office tonight at 5.

You stared at the text message sent from your father, scoffing at the idea of him needing to talk to you. It had been months since you saw him face to face, and that was only because you went to your aunt’s funeral. The two of you spoke minimally, not seeing a reason to give updates on life.

Your father, Michael, had spent his life growing up in the mafia world. His father before him ran Brooklyn and handed it off to his son when his body started to slow down. You were born into the life, but there was a difference. You didn’t like it. Every time you wanted to go out, you had to have an escort. One of his men would follow you around, whether it was the mall or just sitting outside in the car at a friend's home. It was a pain in your ass but you learned how to hide from them. Escape through windows, duck through a group of people, shut off your phone so the tracker they had in it stopped working. You became your fathers biggest problem for a while.

When your mother died, it devastated you. You were only 19 and she was the one person in the world who would let you rant about your father. You couldn’t exactly tell your friends what Michael did for a living. Your mother tried to talk some sense into him but it never worked. You left home after her funeral and didn’t look back. Michael would try to message you from time to time, wanting to form some sort of relationship. You didn’t care though. He took enough of your life away growing up and now you finally had freedom.

You lived in an apartment in lower Brooklyn, just a two bedroom place that overlooked a park. You made amazing money at your job, working as a bartender at a rock bar named Duff’s. Music, beer, and metalheads willing to throw bills your way for another shot. How could you want anything else? You had been there for about eight years now and it kept the lights on at home.

You have 30 minutes to talk to me. I’m not going to be late for my shift because of you.

You sent the text back and rolled over in bed, curling up around one of your pillows. Duff’s was only open from 6pm to 4am so you were certainly a night owl. Why did he want to talk anyways? Had he not gotten the hint that you wanted to avoid him for the rest of your life? The only thing that kept you connected to your old life was your name, that was it. Checking the time on your phone, it was only noon. Grumbling, you knew sleep wouldn’t come back now that you were thinking about what Michael needed to see you for. Pushing the covers back, you decided to go about your day as usual. Shower, breakfast on the fire escape as you watched the people in the park, and a quick little conversation with your neighbor.

Miss Liz was a little old lady who seemed to come from her hippie days. She told you all about Woodstock and her crazy stories of the antics she got into. If you didn’t know it, you would have thought she came straight out of Dazed And Confused. There were days she would set a Tupperware container of goodies out for you if she wasn’t going to be home to talk with you. In return, you got her the best weed and left it in the container by her windowsill.

Things had been going great. The only thing you could really complain about were the neighbors to the other side, who seemed to be having nightly arguments. Little did the wife know, the husband was cheating on her during the day. Sometimes you wanted to intervene, but you decided it wasn’t your place.

You cleaned up the apartment, making sure the dishes were done and the guest room you had turned into a little hobby room was organized. A day bed sat inside while your computer setup was on the other side, along with a shelf unit with art supplies. You had a tendency to move back and forth between it all, depending on your mood.

By four pm, you decided to get ready for work. It took about twenty minutes to get to your fathers office and then from his office to your job, about fifteen. You didn’t want to change clothes and you didn’t honestly care what Michael would say about your attire. Growing up, he always wanted you to be a part of his business, but you couldn’t find it in you to be one of his minions.

Putting your hair up in a curled ponytail, you slid on a cropped tee with Duff’s written across the front. You decided on jean shorts with black fishnets since it was on the warmer side today and pairing it with your favorite boots. It fit the aesthetic of the bar you worked at which often had metal bands playing and visiting. Grabbing your bag and making sure you had everything, you sighed and tried to remain calm on the drive to the office you grew up around.

Pulling up outside, you gazed up at the building. A bubble of anxiety started in your chest and it grew when you stepped out and walked in. You flipped off the front desk as they asked for your name and you walked to the elevators, pressing the button to go up. It took a moment while you avoided the security guard, but all you said was that your father needed to speak with you. That seemed to shut him up. You got into the elevator and went up to the top floor where his office always sat. You got odd looks from people as you walked through, keeping your head high and your walking pace fast. Checking your phone, you saw it was 5:01. Perfect.

You didn’t care to knock as you swung the door open. Your father sat at his desk, in the middle of a conversation with a man who sat in a chair on the opposite side. The man had his back to you as Michael stood and gave you a glare.

“I see you still don’t knock. What are you wearing?” He asked, crossing his arms over his grey suit.

“I have to work. Now what did you want besides critiquing my clothing?” You raised an eyebrow, hands resting on your hips.

“Right. Work. Must be some job…” he mumbled with an eye roll. “Seems I have an enemy who knows just where that bar is. Duff’s, right?” He asked, though he didn’t give you a moment to respond as he pulled out surveillance photos and laid them out on his desk. “I was sent these this morning. Someone has been watching you and I feel like they’re going to try to use you as a way to get me to give in on this deal,” he stood back.

You frowned and walked over, ignoring the man sitting in the seat beside you as you leaned over the desk and looked at the photos. They had all been taken over the last week. Going to work, leaving work, your car, even your morning routine of talking to Miss Liz on the fire escape. You leaned up and looked over at Michael.

“Are you fucking kidding me? I haven’t spend a day in your world for almost a decade and now I’m the one being watched? Great, Mike, just fucking great. So let me guess, you made a bad deal again and I have to go into hiding again. The only difference is that mom isn’t here to actually give a shit about making sure I’m happy through it all!” You yelled, not caring who heard you outside of the office. “I should have known something was up when you wanted me to come here. You screwed up my childhood and now you’re trying to screw up the freedom I made for myself.”

“Enough, Y/N!” Michael spat, raising his voice as you took a step back. “What I do with my business is none of your concern and no, I’m not putting you into hiding. Meet Bucky,” he said, motioning to the man sitting in the chair. You looked down and met his eyes for a brief second before looking back at your dad. “He’s going to be your bodyguard until this blows over.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “That’s cute. A bodyguard, really? What, he stays with me at work and sits outside my apartment? Hope you like the fire escape buddy,” you said sarcastically.

“Actually, no. Bucky will be moving in with you. I believe your apartment has two bedrooms, yes? And you live alone?” He asked, looking over a paper that you assumed had everything about your apartment building. You knew he had his ways, you just hated that he did it. Using them for his enemies was one thing. On you? That pissed you off.

“So he’s gonna live with me? How is that fair? And how long do you think this will be before it blows over? I remember being stuck at the lake house for seven months before I was able to see my friends again and I was twelve. I’m not gonna quit my job because you suck at being a mafia boss,” you crossed your arms. If Michael could blow steam from his ears, he would.

“You can whine all you want. Wherever you go, he goes. Work, home, the store, anywhere. Don’t expect this to be fixed anytime soon because I have been dealing with this guy for years and he is one of the most ruthless in the business. I trust Bucky to watch over you. He’s been on my team for a long time now and he will make sure you stay safe,” Michael explained, taking a seat in his large brown leather chair.

You stared at you father for a few moments, wanting to sock him straight in the nose for swooping in and fucking up your life again. But you knew he probably had another plan if you didn’t take the first. Perhaps posting other guards up around your job and work, having someone secretly following you around. He wasn’t above doing any of that.

“Fix your fucking mess so I can get back to never having to see your face again,” you said, turning and walking towards the door. As you pulled the handle, you glanced back to see Bucky still seated. “Let’s go, guard dog,” you spat before walking out.

Michael sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I told you this wouldn’t be easy.”

“I can handle a little whining. I’ll update you at the end of every day,” Bucky nodded and stood, collecting his duffel bag that had his personal belongings that he would be taking to your place.

Michael gave a slight wave towards the door, knowing you were halfway to the elevator by now. Bucky walked out and shut the door behind him, putting on an emotionless expression as he hurried his steps to catch up with you.

The two of you rode down in silence, and it continued on the way to the car. Once inside, you noticed the bag he tossed in the back seat and rolled your eyes.

“Do not touch my shit in the spare room. I’ll clear out space in the closet but no touching my art stuff or the computer. I’m assuming he told you I work nights? Hope you enjoy metal music and loud people,” you said as you pulled out of the parking spot and drove off.

Bucky gave a slight nod to acknowledge what you said, but he didn’t feel the need to say anything. He was only meant to watch over you, not make friends. You couldn’t take his silence so you turned the radio up, fighting against the traffic to make it to the bar. You were opening up tonight and you weren’t sure how your boss would take to having a guy sitting there, watching you the whole time. But Duff was a cool guy, so you knew he would probably just offer to get Bucky drunk.

Pulling up in the back, you sifted through your keys as Bucky looked at the building. How could you give up the life of being a mafia princess for something like this? He wasn’t sure he would be able to ever understand it. Stepping out, he followed you inside after you unlocked the door.

Leading him into the main part, you pointed to a table in the back. “Better post up there for the night,” you sighed before starting the opening motions. Lights, glasses, music, checking stock, wiping everything down, filling the ice bin, getting the register ready.

Bucky watched you, his arms crossed as he leaned back in the chair. You were a spitfire, someone who probably could take care of herself in a fight. He heard the stories Michael told him about you and how you were as a child. Leaving the mafia business was bound to happen. But unlike those other guards you grew up with, Bucky wasn’t going to easily let you slip through his fingers.

Work had gone pretty simple that night, the usuals coming in and requesting songs as well as shots to get fucked up. Since it was the middle of the week, it wasn’t as crowded as the weekends. Bucky kept an eye on you, to the point of a few patrons mentioning that a “creepy man in a suit staring at you”. You brushed it off and said it was an old friend waiting for you to get off work. They didn’t mention it again after you offered them a drink.

It was hard to work with eyes on you. It was one thing when someone was trying to wave you down from the end of the bar, but something entirely different when some guy your father paid just stared. If it was any other situation, you would have found him quite handsome. The cropped hair, blue eyes, strong jaw, beefy build, it looked good. Or maybe you had been touch deprived for too long. Dating was never your thing and one night stands seemed boring. You tried it a couple times but the men didn’t even know where to find your clit, let alone how to make you cum. Your vibrator was your best friend and now it seemed like you may have to use it in secret. The thought made you roll your eyes.

By the end of the shift, your feet ached and your back was screaming. One of the other bartenders called in sick so you worked double time to get the drinks out. You had worked the last five days in a row and thankfully tomorrow was your day off, though it was silly to think you could do anything now without the guard dog on your ass. You shoved the tips in your bag and clicked off all the lights after locking the front door, ready to get into bed.

“Let’s go,” you said to Bucky, the first words you had spoken to him throughout the whole shift.

Bucky stood and followed you out, noticing the slight limp now that the adrenaline of the shift was gone. “Want me to drive?” He asked as you two made it to the car.

“Nope, don’t want anything from you,” you muttered, sliding into the driver's seat.

Bucky gritted his teeth and got in.

Babysitting you was going to be harder than he thought.

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Muslim Reader Being Married to Anthony Mackie and Being A Part of the Original Six

Faceclaim: @shahdbatal

Warnings: Cursing I think thats it.

A/n: I decided that this would be a good Headcanon post, feel free to check out my other writings. I loved this idea and it was requested too! I wanted to make it a mix of social media and real life stuff so I hope you enjoy! Feel free to request no matter race, religion, gender or sexual orientation. You are all welcome and I want the enviroment of my blog to feel that way. I have more writings in the works too. Enjoy!

You and Anthony would be happily married for a few months, and you couldn't have been more grateful to have him as your husband.

You would have two different Wedding Ceremonies, one less traditional for his side of the family, and a more traditional wedding for your side.

He would always comment about how beautiful you looked on that day which would result in a series of eye rolls from you. Him constantly saying how he got lucky and if you decided to leave him he would sue you.

"How in the world would you sue me?" He would be walking to your room yelling back to you, "If there's a will, there's a way."

You would love to reminisce about the time you met, which was on the set of CA:TWS, you were a part of the original 6; playing, and being proud that you played, a badass female Muslim character named Faiza. She was a shield agent turned Avenger and is one of the last alive of the original 6. Anthony would always claim that he fell in love with you because you could probably kick his ass.

You would be bestfriends with Chris and Sebastian mostly. You had spent the most time filming with them and obviously got attached at the hip to them like Anthony had with Sebastian.

You would hate to admit it but at times Sebastian and Anthony looked more like a married couple than you and Anthony. That wasn't your fault though cause Anthony was relentless with complimenting Sebastian.

The only time this man would use his Instagram would be to post about you. Which obviously you didn't complain about.

You would be like a kid in a candy shop when asked about what playing your character meant to you. Whenever your eyes would light up in interviews at that question Anthony's attention would be on you right away, ready to listen to his favorite sound in the world. Your voice.

"I've said it so many times before and I'll keep saying it, I have no regrets for my decision to audition. Not only has this franchise given me my platform today and my fans today...it's given me the confidence to say I love who I am. I feel powerful as Faiza and I feel powerful as Y/n and the endless support from people has helped with that so much. And getting to know little girls that you used to be like when you were younger, scared of what people will think and or what the future will throw at you...it feels amazing being able to give them hope and the confidence that they can do anything. That there are no real boundaries because you make your own." You would finish with a beaming smile and applause, the loudest in the room obviously Anthony.

Anthony would be your main and greatest supporter. He would be anywhere for you in a heartbeat, and you vice versa. So when rude questions/statements came along he was the first line of defense...well second because you could hold your own.

There was this one interview where the question wasn't really a question but a rude and bold ass statement. "...honestly I think you would look better without that head wrap thing," That had to be the rudest shit you heard yet, hell, even Anthony recoiled. He went to lift up his mic but you were already on it.

"Thank you for your opinion, I was actually thinking about taking it into consideration for a second, then I remembered that I don't give a damn. Sadly your opinion is flawed, because I'm with a man that saw me wear it for many years, and he still put this ring on my finger. Although, you are slightly correct because I look good all the time. FYI it's called a hijab. Thank you for your question."

You never failed to remind Anthony that he married a powerful ass woman.

He would respect your religion and especially take part in Ramadan, even though you told him he didn't have to. He would always ignore you though saying, "If my baby gotta go through this I'm going through it too."

With actions like these, and love like yours, you both constantly reminded each other you loved one other. With or without words.

Just for you, because all should all have a Bucky in our life 🤤

Sweet dreams!!!

Fuck I’m definitely gonna be having sweet dreams

Extra sweet even !!

I fracking love you