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You Think You’re So cool? (2)

Ship: Bucky Barnes x reader

warnings: There’s curse words and mentions of sex

Summary: Reader is in college with three roommates. Bucky Barnes is one of her sweet but rude roommates.

A/N: y/f/d=your favorite drink. Also I didn’t proof read again because I’m lazy as shit so I apologize loves. (check bottom after tag for more notes about tagging!!!)

Part 1

You sat in your room hearing Steve scolding Bucky for what must be the second time that night.

Sure you had found Bucky quite handsome and you really wouldn't mind spending the night with him. If only he wasn't such an asshole. You stalked toward your bed and plopped down on it. You heard someone walking down the hall. They stopped for a moment, then You heard Bucky's door slam shut. You shake your head and go underneath your blanket.

There was a light knock on your door. You groaned and put your face into your pillow.

"Who is it?" you said throwing your legs over the side of your bed.

"It's Steve, just want to see if you're okay..."

When you opened the door you noticed that he looked quite disheveled.

"Come in."

He walked in and looked around like he wanted to sit, but chose to awkwardly stand.

"You can sit Steve." you said gesturing towards your bed.

He nodded and sat, looking down at his feet.

"I'm sorry for whatever he did out there y/n."

You sighed and sat next to him, "You do not need to apologize for his actions Steve."

He finally met your eyes. His face looked tired, like he has been studying for hours. His eyes were slightly red and glossy. Like he's been holding in his tears.

"But I feel like I have to y/n. He doesn't suck up to it to do it himself!" he says throwing his hands up.

You place your hand on his back and rub soft circles into it. "I'm okay Steve... Are you?"

In that moment he collapses into your arms, letting out all the held in emotions.

"I'm just sick and tired of having to do this! He's like my brother y/n, seeing him like this, treating himself and everyone else around him like shit is getting to me." he says gesturing towards your wall that connected to Bucky's room.

You pulled him in and let him cry. You and Steve have gotten closer and closer since you met, you pretty much have seen everything. Except crying, this is new.

"Steve listen to me, it's not your fault that he's acting like this. It's not your job to make sure he acts correctly. You need to worry about yourself. Let him realize that he's not always going to have someone being his guardian angel."

Steve sniffles and sits up straight, "It's not that easy y/n. Bucky went out of his way when we were younger to keep me out of trouble, to make sure I was happy when I was sick. I feel like I have to do the same in return."

He stands up and looks in your mirror, fixing himself up. You remember when Steve told you about how he was sick when he was younger. He made Bucky seem like this hero that always stuck by his side.

"You can still look after him Steve, you just don't need to be the one picking up after him."

You stand up and walk towards him, looking at his reflection. Steve truly was a very attractive man. Even right after he cried.

He turned to you, engulfing you in a tight hug. "I'll try doll. Sleep well okay?"

"Will do, love yah Stevie. Goodnight." You said watching him by your door as he walked down the hall to his room.

"Love you too doll, night." he said flashing his signature smile at you.

Just when he closed the door to his room you saw Bucky walking into the kitchen from the living room. He paused for a moment when he saw you. He must've snuck back out when you and Steve were talking. You quickly looked away when he opened his mouth to say something, shutting the door.

You know you're gonna have to talk to him again, but definitely not now.

The next morning when you left your room you noticed Bucky's door was open but he wasn't in there. That usually means he's in the dorm somewhere.

You saw him sitting on the sofa, he had faded black bags under his eyes and his hair was a mess. But, he was sleeping peacefully. You also noticed he was wearing the same exact clothes from the night before.

You cherished this moment and headed straight for the kitchen, making yourself a bowl of cereal. Then you quickly ran back, carefully, to your room.

You ate your food while getting ready for your classes. You stopped caring about looking nice about two weeks into coming here. While putting on your sweatpants, you checked yourself out in your mirror.

"Still got it." You said winking at yourself.

When you left your room your room you made sure to grab your bowl and spoon to take to the kitchen.

With backpack on one shoulder you washed your dish and placed it away as lightly as you could, hoping that you don't awake the beast sleeping on your couch.

Sadly that didn't work for you. The sound of lazy footsteps entered the kitchen.

You rolled your eyes and turned to face the suspect.

You made a tight line with your lips and tried to walk past him, but he raised his arm on the door frame, blocking the exit.

"Let me by Buck." you said dryly.

You wouldn't dare look at his face.

"Talk to me doll."

You've always loved being called doll, whether it was from Steve or Bucky or even Natasha mocking the two fit boys. But this time, you really hate it coming from him.

"Do not call me that, you lost your right to call me that last night." you said finally locking eyes with him.

He looked so tired, and broken. It even made you slightly frown. But you quickly recovered.

He looked taken back for a moment. "Doll please-"

"James I said no. Now let me go, I have class."

Stepping away, he gazed softly at you.

You glared at him while angrily stomping by. "We can talk when I want to, and currently I don't even want to look at you."

You heard him say a light "Okay..." when you made your way to the door, closing it behind you.

You wanted to slam it but you know that people want to sleep at 8:00 am on a Monday.

When class ended you headed your way to the cafe, you were in dire need of your favorite cup of y/f/d.

You ordered and saw Nat sitting in a booth sipping a cup of coffee. She looked like she didn't get much sleep either. But lets be honest, no one gets any sleep for school.

You walked over and plopped down across from her, startling her slightly.

"Jesus y/n, you didn't have to sit that aggressively."

You placed your head on the table and groaned. She tilted her head at you.

"Rough day?"

You chuckled and sat up straight, grabbing your cup.

Before taking a sip you speak up, "Rough week, rough month, rough year, rough life, rou-"

"Okay darling I get it, what's bothering you?"

"Bucky." you sighed.

She looked to you to continue. You explained what had happened and she got angrier with each word.

"You shouldn't have to deal with that! Do you want me to kill him?"

You laugh, shaking your head. "It's okay Nat, I'll let you know on that though."

The two of you sat together chatting before you realized that it was 12:00 already.

You both headed back to the dorm together, you had completely forgot about Bucky in that moment. That was until you entered your dorm and heard the sound of loud moaning coming from his very room. Steve sat on the couch with his tablet in hand and headphones blasting presumably an audio book.

When he saw the two of you he quickly paused his story before standing up and shooing you both back outside, closing the door behind him.

"You shouldn't have to listen to that, lets all sit out here."

You were on fire. Anger was coursing through your veins.

"I shouldn't have to be kicked out of my own dorm so he can fuck some bimbo, Steve!"

Steve was speechless, you've never had to raise your voice at him before.

"I don't mean to yell at you but I'm fucking pissed!"

You push past him, swinging the door open. Making as much noise as possible.

You hear the moans stop when the front door slammed, Natasha's doing.

You stomp into your room and slam your own door. The feeling of satisfaction rushes over you at the sound of it.

You can hear the girl Bucky has arguing with him through your wall.

'You said no one would be here!'

'I didn't think they'd be back so soon... we can finish.'

'ugh! I'm leaving!'

You couldn't make out what else they were saying  but then suddenly you heard a very loud, "You can't even call me by my name! I hope this y/n makes you happy! PIG!"

Then the door slammed once again.

Your face was painted pink. You found yourself laughing, then crying.

Your phone buzzed, it was Nat.

-"I'd stay in your room sweetie."

--"Wasn't planning on leaving :("

---"text me if you need anything."

you sigh and slide down your wall.

"I guess I'm hiding."

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part 3

You Think You’re So Cool? Part 3

Ship: Bucky Barnes x reader

warnings: There’s curse words.

Summary: Reader is in college with three roommates. Bucky Barnes is one of her sweet but rude roommates.

A/N: Hi! I’m so so so sorry for taking so long, I was really blocked with this story and that’s why this chapter is so short. I’m also sorry if I’m missing anyone who wanted to be tagged I lost a bunch of people who asked. I’m so sorry I know I suck :( I hope you all still enjoy!

You waited about an hour before finally emerging from your room. You had gotten another text from Nat saying that her and Steve were going out to give the two of you some space, pretty much telling you that it was time for you to talk.

The dorm was silent, when you made your way down the hall you heard some noise coming from Bucky's room.

You sat down on the couch and waited.

Only about 15 minutes later he finally came out of his room. He paused for a moment, hesitating.

"Are you just going to stand there Buck?"

he caught himself out of his daze and sat on the couch.

The two of you sat there anticipating what was gonna happen next.

"Are we gonna discuss the elephant in the room" Bucky said trying to catch your eyes.

You sighed and nodded, "Why would you say something like that to me buck? What kind of person do you take me as?"

He sat there, fiddling his thumbs. unsure of what to say.

"I don't know what came over me. I said I was sorry. I don't know why you can't accept that."

You immediately looked right at him, "First of all, you didn't officially apologize to me. Steve had to come into my room and formally apologize on your behalf. All because you're too much of a wimp to say almost anything to my face!"

Bucky was taken back, you never had gotten that loud with him before. He went to go speak again but you kept going, standing up.

"-and you know what? You're not only hurting almost everyone else, you're hurting Steve himself because he feels the need to step up for your shit constantly, feeling like if he doesn't he's not being a brother to you and taking care of you the way you had for him!"

All of the sudden Bucky shoots up and grabs your arm, pulling you right in front of him.

"This isn't about Steve y/n! This was supposed to be about you and me, about how I was a shitty person to you! I know I'm a fuck up, you don't need to tell me twice! All I wanted to say to you was that I'm sorry, okay?!"

You were frozen in fear. He was so close to you, holding your arm in his left hand like if he let go you'd run away. You hide your fear with a cold gaze, regretting blowing up on him like that.

He sees right through your gaze and loosens the grip on your arm.

"You aren't a fuck up Bucky... you just need to think of the people around you." You say placing your hand on his shoulder.

He can't look at you. You feel him let go of your arm and sit down.

"I have bipolar depression."

You catch your breath. "What? Is that true?"

he looks at you and nods. You immediately sit at his side.

"Bucky why didn't you tell me any sooner? I'm sorry for yelling at you..."

All the sudden he sits up and looks directly towards you.

"No! Don't apologize! I'm sick and tired of people acting like the way I am means that I can get away with what I do or say. This is something I live through. I say shitty things and believe that everyone goes against me. I'm the one who should be apologizing to you y/n!"

This side of Bucky was new to you. You've never actually had the time to talk about these type of things with him before.

You just nod.

"Please say something y/n..." he says falling into your arms much like Steve had.

"What you said to me the other night truly disgusted me, but I can forgive you."

He looked up at you, taking your hands.

"You can?'

You stand up and put your arms around your stomach.

"But I can't just act like it didn't happen."

He stays back on the couch, shoulders dropping.

"I understand...thank you."

You nod and take a deep breath.

"I'm gonna go out."

He looks at you and tilts his head, "where to?"

You pick up your coat and head to the door.

"Just out."

And with that you were gone, you didn’t know where you were off to but you were just heading there.

It was freezing outside and all you had was a thin hoodie. Walking alone.

You looked at the time on your phone, 1:15.

You found yourself just strolling through campus, getting that breath of fresh air you didn’t know you needed. You gazed at the wilting flowers and the cloudy sky.

Then out of no where the sun shines through the clouds, you feel droplets of rain hit your face.

A sun shower.

You started sprinting up and around campus, feeling alive. relieving all the built up tensions you have about all your classes and well... Bucky.

You crouched and laid flat on some dewy grass and let the rain fall on you.

The rain eventually stopped but you stayed on the ground, soaked.

You looked at the time again, 2:30.

Your phone buzzed. It was Steve.

You answer it, “Hello?”

“Where the hell are you?”

You sigh and sit up, looking around you.

“Somewhere on campus, I was just walking. Why?”

You can hear how distressed his voice is on the other side of the phone. Steve tends to act like the father of the dorm room a lot.

“Y/n, you can’t just leave Bucky after a fight like that and just tell him you’re leaving. We are worried sick.”

You stand up and dust off the grass on your pants. 

“Steve I’ve only been gone for about 2 hours.” You say in a monotone voice.

“Can you please just come back?”

You stand there quietly and look to your left, away from the dorm, then to your right, towards the dorm.

“Please y/n?”

...

“I’ll be home soon.”

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We’ll Help You, Baby

(Drawing is not mine. All credit goes to the original artist.)

Chapter 1

Prompt: WandaNat own a notorious club in downtown New York, which has its fair share of specialty nights for BDSM and things of the like. Reader is out of high school, having taken a gap year, and now looking to find a way to put themselves through college to become a therapist, their dream, but without any support system behind them, they have to find a way to do so on their own. So, they find an opening at a random club in the city they got acceptance letters from, and started working for the two elusive owners they only know as Romanov and Maximoff. How will these two worlds collide? Will the two powerful women help their new found sugar baby achieve the image that they crave?

WandaNat x Reader

Reader Pronouns - They/He (Reader also experiences gender dysphoria and wears a binder)

Content Warnings - 18+ MINORS DNI! This story will have sexual scenes in future chapters, along with different MH issues described, such as panic attacks, past SH, ADHD, anxiety, depression, gender dysphoria and body dysmorphia. If any of these topics may trigger you, read at your own risk, or don’t read at all. I would rather my lovely readers be safe than force themselves to read through this! However, I will place warnings within the chapters before any detailed parts I feel might be triggering, so feel free to skip those parts if you’d like to read. Legal Age-gap (R is 19, W is 26 and N is 31)

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Y/n POV

I sighed as I made my way through the bustling streets of downtown New York, on the hunt for one of the most popular clubs within the city, even the whole state itself. I had gotten offered an interview, and I was buzzing with anxiety and excitement at the same time. I just kept telling myself that all I needed to do was get a steady income so I could get through my classes without taking out too many student loans. My eyes finally landed on the unlit neon sign with the name ‘Scarlet&Widow’, and I released a puff of air, trying to ease my pounding in my chest as my heart raced.

“Here goes nothing..:” I murmured, taking one final deep breath before opening the door, the club currently closed to the public as it was only around 3pm.

As I step inside, my eyes squint, trying to adjust to the darkness inside compared to the sun just beating down on my through the clouds, taking a moment before I ventured further inside. While stepping closer to the bar, my nose is assaulted by the smell of perfume and alcohol, scrunching but I ignored it, my hands clenching into fists in the pocket of my hoodie. Making my way to the man standing behind the bar, cleaning different glasses, I cleared my throat softly, making the man lift his gaze. His blue eyes met my own, and I took a moment to take in his appearance.

The man had short blond hair and was rather buff, his shirt even tight on him, but he didn’t seem to mind. The man nodded to me, speaking, “Y/n I’m assuming?” When I nodded in the affirmative, he waved me to follow him, and he lead me upstairs to what looked like an office, gesturing for me to sit. As I do so, he grabs some papers, clearing his throat, “So, this will be quick. Romanov and Maximoff are both out taking care of other things, so I’ll be conducting a brief interview. Got it?”

“Y-Yes Sir.” I stammered nervously, only relaxing a bit as he shot me a charming smile. I hated how soft and high-pitched my voice became any time I was anxious, which was nearly constant.

“Alright, my name is Steve Rogers, but you can just call me Steve.” He spoke, before continuing, “Mainly, I just need to know you can handle yourself if you’re placed anywhere. Whether that’s behind the bar or tending to tables. Some of the patrons can get a bit grabby with workers, but if they do, all you’d have to do is come and tell me or our security guard, usually Bucky, and we’ll take care of them. Are you comfortable with that?” When I nodded again, he gave me a smile, “So, when could you start?”

“Wh-Whenever!” I replied a bit eagerly, surprised my age didn’t seem to cause any issues. But, evidently, Steve didn’t care, as it was right on my resume in front of him.

The man chuckled at my eagerness, before standing, holding his hand out to me, and as I followed his lead, taking his hand, he shook it firmly, “Welcome aboard, Y/n. If you can, we’d love if you’d start tonight. We’ve been a bit short staffed recently. You’d be behind the bar serving for the night, and I’ll be there to guide you.”

I grinned, my heart still racing as I nodded quickly once more, “Of course! Thank you! Any specific uniform?” I asked, getting a shake of his head in return, before I turned to leave, only to pause, “What time shall I get here?”

“Well, we open at 9, so get here by 8:30, that way I can show you the ropes before people arrive.” He explained, and I quickly turned, shouting back a thanks to him as I rushed to get home and get ready for my first night.

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It was somehow already 1am, and my feet were starting to ache. The club was busy, busier than anywhere I’ve ever seen before, and I haven’t had a chance to even slow down. However, I wasn’t about to complain, as I knew this job would be worth the pay in the end, and maybe I’ll be able to get better shoes.

Steve was currently on break, and would be getting off to relieve me for my own in another ten minutes, leaving me alone at the bar, but, thankfully, it had all slowed down. As the door opened once again, I glanced up, and my breath hitched as my eyes immediately locked onto another pair that seemed to be a beautiful mix of green and blue, only to immediately after find intriguing verdant orb, both pairs staring at me. Once I finally broke the trance the two pairs of eyes put me in, my eyes glanced over both women, one with fiery red hair and the other a brunette, and I shivered a bit as they approached the bar.

I put on my best grin as I made my way over to them, “Hey there, what can I get ya?” I asked, my voice a cheery, customer service tone while my head tilted a bit, my eyes squinting some as I waited.

Suddenly, a smooth, raspy voice filled my ears, “I’ll be getting a straight vodka.” She replied, making me shiver a bit, but I grinned and nodded, my gaze turning to the brunette as I waited.

“I’ll just get a Russian caravan tea with jam, my sweets.” The other woman purred, a smirk on her lips at the squeak that left me, but I nodded quickly.

“Coming right up.” I grinned, moving and getting the drinks made for the two women quickly. Carefully placing the drinks in front of them, and noticing both of them watching me intently, the redhead head having her eyes squinted just a bit.

After placing the drinks before the two women, I moved to help another patron, as well as start on the order of drinks a waitress brought to me. Once those were both finished, I heard my name being called, and turned, seeing the two women from before. Making my way back over, I stood before the two, hands behind my back, “Yes? How may I help you two?” I asked softly.

“I just wanted to tell you, you made my drink perfectly!” The brunette praised, cooing as a blush crept up on my cheeks, barely noticeable within the dim lighting within the club.

“O-Oh, thank y-you.” I stuttered out shyly, giving her a small grin. Just then, however, Steve emerged, patting my back and telling me to go on my break. I smiled at him, nodding in thanks before heading to the break room in the back.

I wasn’t alone for long, however, suddenly feeling a presence behind me, and I tensed, hesitating to turn around to see who it was, but when I did, my eyes met a familiar face, and my heart races in my chest, “W-What are you doing here?” I asked the woman, who only chuckles with a smirk.

“I came to see you.”

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Word Count: 1481 (Chapters will be longer as the story progresses, I promise!)

A/N: I wonder who that could be 🤭 I decided that, having read all of the WandaNat stories I could find, it was time to write my own! So, here y’all go! I hope you enjoy!

Marvel preference: Pets

Tony: Let's face it, Tony can barely take care of his own needs, let alone the ones of a pet. He's always busy, and Pepper has told him multiple times that NO, she will not take care of a dog in addition to Tony, the company and about a million other things she has to take care of. So Tony decided to build himself a mechanic dog, but due to Peter and Clint changing the plans as a joke, it turned out to be a bunny as Tony was half asleep as he built it.

Not to worry, Fluffy (yes, Peter named him), is a beloved mascot of the Avengers, and sort of a guard dog for the base. Because even if he looks like a lop-eared bunny and is the size of a loaf of bread, he carries a mean kick. And by a mean kick, I mean enough ammunition to change a fully equipped tank into a holey hunk of metal. And best yet, he is basically indestructible. Well, the Hulk could crush him but when his fist was about to go down on to do it, he froze and muttered "Hulk not hurt bunny." and went to destroy one of Tony's suits. But that's a story for another day. 

Steve: Steves pet is a gift from Tony, and it's a parrot called Captain (no, Tony did not name him, he came with the name but Tony thinks it is hilarious). He's not just any parrot but one that has lived in a bar for the beginning of its life and as a result, it curses like a pirate. A really bad mouthed pirate. Steve is very fond of his pet, as he could never even go close to birds before the serum because of well... asthma and allergies etc. Now he can, but sometimes he wishes his parrot had a cleaner mouth.

He's working on training it not to curse as much, but the training is not going very well. Mostly because Clint likes to sneak into Steves room and teach the parrot new (bad) words and encourage it to curse more. Steve is to yet to find out.

Bucky: Bucky has a dalmatian dog called Popcorn. She was firstly owned by an animal hoarder and didn't see the outside for the first two years of its life, so she's very hyper. Like jumps-up-the-walls -hyper. She has light brown patches on her skin, hence the name. (Also, it was inspired by the way she moves. Like a popped popcorn, totally unpredictable where it will go and fully charged with of energy)

The whole team takes part in making sure that she gets to let out her energy. In addition to the high-quality dog walker Tony hired, she trains on the stairs with Clint, does tricks with Peter, plays fetch with Thor, he also runs for hours with Bucky, Steve, and Nat in turns, who are the only ones with high enough stamina to keep up with her endless energy. (Sam claims that he does not like Popcorn, and therefore does not run with her, Bucky knows that it's bullcrap because he caught him watching Lassie with her the other week while curled up on the couch. He can't wait to rub it in Sam's face when the right moment comes.)

Thor: Thor does not have pets, but you do. A big Samoyed dog named Thor. 

Loki: Loki claims that he does not need or want pets because they are "pathetic mortal stuff". But everyone in the tower knows that he has a goldfish called Destroyer. Enough said.

Pietro: No pets. No animal can keep up with his speed. But he has always wanted to race a cheetah.

Bruce: Bruce has a lazy Persian cat called Matthew who lives at the lab. And I mean lazy, nothing will move him if he wants to sleep. Want your notes that are under him? Forget it. Need to use the microscope he happens to be laying in front of? Not gonna happen. Hulk making an appearance? He will not care. He will just open his eye a smidge to see what the hell is interrupting his sleep and go back to sleep.

Peter plays a game of "how many paper cups I can make a pyramid of on top of him before he moves and it collapses." At the moment, the record is one hundred and thirty-seven. Next time Peter's going for two hundred and he will bring a ladder. And Clint to help him with it.

Sam: He’s not a fan of animals. You own a leopard gecko, named Macy. She’s a bit of a old lady, being but she’s still lively and happy.

Stephen: No pets. You beg him nearly daily that you could get a dog, but so far, he's not giving in to your puppy dog eyes and constant begging. 

Clint: He found a completely white kitten with blue eyes from the shelter, and upon asking more about him, he learned that the kitten was deaf. To cut the long story short, he was home with Clint the next day. Even Nat isn't completely immune to Ghost's cuteness. Ghost and Popcorn (Bucky's dog) are best pals and Popcorn will go above and beyond to protect her little friend.

Peter P.: You own three hamsters named Alvin, Simon, and Theodore. Peter is super jealous, he has no pets as May is allergic but you always let him play with your pet trio. 

Peter Q.: Peter found a gray cat while he was cruizing space and thought it would be a perfect surprise for you. It was, and even more so when she ate a burglar that tried to force you out of the apartment. Upon asking the Avengers for help, Thor declared that it was a flerken. You still loved her with all your heart and refused to part with her, even if the others said she was dangerous. Her name is Hermione.

T'Challa: No pets.

Eddie/Venom: You cannot keep pets in the same apartment Venom is in, it is just impossible. So no pets. You tried a goldfish once, but it was gone the next morning, even after telling Venom not to eat it multiple times, so you decided to give up. 

Nat: She owns a completely black ferret, and the little critter carries the name Bullet. She’s feisty like her momma.

Wanda: Wanda has a black and white cat called Pippin. She's a Ragdoll and she is an absolute lovebug and loves to cuddle with everyone. She is almost constantly purring and she spends most of her days walking around the tower to see if anyone would pet her. If you are doing pushups you can be damn sure that she is sitting on your back, purring in a few minutes. No exceptions. Napping on the couch? Soon you have a purring roll next to your head. Or arm. Or leg. Wherever there is room.

A/n: I’m clearing my book list in Wattpad and an ancient volume of Marvel oneshots and found this and a couple of other works there, and I’m posting them here. But they will probably be my only Marvel ones I will write.

I will post a few probably today.