#winter solider x you

[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

Can I request something cheesy for Bucky x reader? Reader is staying in his room for the night because he's having nightmares. "I'm falling in love with you Bucky." "Don't play with me doll" "Who said I was playing?" And they kiss half asleep. Maybe in the morning Steve is smiling like a jackass because he knew they'd get together.

this is so cute i cry. waaaaa

CAN I KISS YOU?- J.B BARNES

Pairing: Best Friend! Bucky x Fem! Reader (College AU)

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: none really other then some petnames, and mentions of smoking weed. lots of fluff but hints of sexual tension mkay mkayy

Ring! Ring!

Your phone sounded from under the blankets, the shrill noise waking you from your grogginess. You moaned, hand smacking the covers as you were blinded, face smushed in the pillow from when you were crying.

Your cheeks were sticky, eyes swollen as you had cried yourself into a state of sleepiness, just on the brink of unconsciousness before your phone had gone off.

You finally had found it, eyes adjusting to the dim light of the room your roommate had left on before she left, when she had snuck into your room to steal the lipgloss you had begged her not to.

“Hello?” you croaked out, voice laced with sleep as your rubbed your tired eyes.

“Kitty cat? Are you okay? I’ve tried calling you for a while now.” Your best friend Bucky asked, concern evident as you sat up fully. “Yeah, yeah I’m so sorry I was asleep. Is everything okay?”

“Just missed you. Can't sleep.” he sighed, and you could tell he was having his nightmares again. They happened nearly every night, and you did everything in your power to help him.

Weekly sleepovers were the routine for the pair of you, and honestly- nothing sounded better than being in his arms right now.

“You want me to come over Bucko?” you cooed gently, shuffling out of bed, watching as his oversized sweater slouched down past your knees.

“You know I do. But isn't Julia with you?” he asked, knowing that when your roommate was over she tended to want to do things with you, like take you out. You much rather stay in the comfort of your dorm, or his and Steves than go out and drink until your legs no longer functioned.

“No um- she left. Went to a party…again.” you huffed, opening your nightside table drawer to garb two bags of chamomile tea for when you went over. “You didn't want to go?”

“I never want to go. My idea of a good time is being with you or smoking weed in my room. Or those two things, together.’ He laughed at your truthful answer, knowing deep down you were right.

You hated big groups and gatherings, trying to avoid them the best you could. Sometimes, you'd go- just to make Julia happy. Tonight though, you couldn't. You didn’t have the energy, and you were tired of feeling used.

“I’ll be over in five.” you smiled, feeling slightly better already that you'd be seeing him soon. The man who always made you feel better when you were down, who looked after you as you did with him.

The man you were in love with.

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“Knock knockity knock knock!” you sang out softly, twisting the knob open to Bucky and Steve's door, poking your head in. You shuffled inside, tote bag filled with goodies brushing against the doorframe as you surveyed the little common room.

Steve waved at you from the little kitchenette, slipping his headphones off. “There she is!” he smiled, watching as you tossed your bag up on the counter beside him.

“Back again for more.” you teased, grabbing the tea packets, Steve switching the flicker on the kettle as he had done so many times before. “Did you bring more goodies this time?” he asked, leaning against the counter, arms crossed over his chest as he watched you with amusement as you struggled to grab the cups at the top shelf.

“I brought my weighted neck thingy I thought would help him this time. The tea- of course, and some late-night snacks.”

“Anything I can snag?” he asked, riffling through your bag before he stopped on a bag of cheese crackers. He tilted his head in an asking manner, and you nodded, watching him pocket the bag.

“God bless your soul Y/N.” he sighed, kissing the top of your head before he made his way over to his bedroom. “Goodnight stinker.” you whispered, making him laugh as he shut the door behind him.

You listened to the kettle whistle, the steam emerging from the top as you poured the hot water into the mugs. You hummed a little tune to yourself as you hiked your bag up your shoulder, balancing the drinks in hand as you walked slowly on the old hardwood, so it wouldn't creak in the night.

“Bucko?” you called out, seeing the door hand twist, his large figure appearing from the doorway. “Hi pretty kitty.” he smiled, dimples appearing as he opened the door, shooing you in quietly.

“I come bearing gifts.” you smiled, holding up the mugs before setting them down on his dresser. You took in his room, one you had been in many times before but couldn't get enough of.

You had helped him decorate it when the two of you moved into residence, transforming the dark and shabby shell of a room into something of a comfort. Posters dotted the walls, framed photos, candles and stacks of books, and his sketches surrounded the area, making you smile.

“You know you don't have to bring stuff every time you come over. Your company is plenty.” he shook his head with a smile, watching as you unloaded the snacks and comforts from your bag.

“You're telling me you don’t want… Mini Eggs?” you asked teasingly, shaking the bag in front of his face before he snatched it from you.

“Well duh. But doesn't the chocolate kinda cancel out the tea?” he asked, popping the bag open as he tossed a little blue egg in his mouth. “I don’t really care 'cause they taste good.” you shrugged in response, taking a sip of the piping hot tea, humming in delight as it warmed your insides.

“Very true.” he agreed, the old bed creaking as he plopped back onto it, resting his head on one of the many pillows, looking up at the fairy lights.

“Oh! I almost forgot-” You rummaged through your bag, pulling out the weighted shoulder pads. “I know you like your weighted blanket and you said your shoulders had been acting up so I brought this.” you smiled, skipping over to him as you sat beside him in bed, sliding it on him.

“Oh thank you kit. You're such an angel to me.” he blushed, kissing your hand gently. “Of course silly. Anything for you.” you said, snuggling into bed, not noticing the blush that deepened across his cheeks at your words.

“Hey kitty?”

“Yea?” You looked up at him, head resting on his shoulder as he held you closer. “Were you crying earlier? Your eyes are swollen.”

You looked down, not wanting to meet his gaze anymore. He had you figured out. He always did.

Damn him and his superhuman ability to read you like an open book.

“Maybe.”

“Hey, hey we don't have to talk about it. It doesn't matter why it matters that you did. And I’m really sorry for that kit.” he tilted your head up with his thumb, brushing your cheek.

“I’m here, okay? Always.” You sniffled, feeling the tears starting to brew again. ‘Thank you Bucky. Really.”

“Besides, you're too pretty to cry anyways.” he teased, making you laugh as he wrapped a soft, fuzzy blanket around your frame. “And you're too pretty to have sleeping problems.” you snorted, patting his bicep gently.

“Pfft. Yeah, I guess so eh?” he sighed, an arm wrapped around you as his hand stroked your back in a repeating, soothing motion. “It's okay. We can just eat snacks and cuddle away our problems.”

“Cause our problems fuckin suck.” he agreed, watching as you clung to his sleep shirt- an old band tee he had thrifted with you months ago.

“They really do. But we have each other.” you acknowledged, watching the clock's hands tick by on the wall. There was a kiss placed to your head and you smiled as he breathed in your lavender shampoo. “That we do doll. That we do.” he murmured, sleep laced in his voice as you closed your eyes.

You were groggy, muscles relaxing under his touch as you breathed in his comforting smell. You listened to his breaths, feeling the rise and fall of his chest as he fell deeper into relaxation.

It was then you decided to take the leap you had been wanting to take for years now. When the two of you were safe, and no one could harm you. Not even your own ego if it was wounded- you were too sleepy to care.

“ Hey Buck? I think I’m falling in love with you. Fallen- I mean.” You felt the bed shift as he peered down at you, shock written clear as day across his face.

Shock and well… Was that a hint of giddiness in his eyes?

"Don't play with me doll" he laughed half heartedly, as if this was a joke to you. “Who said I was playing? I’m serious.” you said sleepy, nails digging into his shirt as you clung to him tighter.

You were scared to let go, to leave his eyes. You were swallowed in their depth as he took you in, a blush back on his cheeks.

“ Serious?”

“Serious.”

He hummed to himself, as if he were thinking it though. “Okay.” was all he replied, a sly smirk on his face as he nuzzled back into his pillow with a yawn.

“Okay? That's all I get is an okay?”

“Yup.” he popped the p, his favorite thing in the whole wide world was to get under your skin and tease you. You grumbled incoherently, tugging the blanket over your shoulders.

It was several moments before you heard his voice again, and you perked up immediately. “Kit?”

“Yeah?” You waited, watching as he chewed on his lip.

“Can I kiss you? Ya know… like what all best friends do?”

You were stunned.

Yes. Yes yes, this is all I have ever wanted for years please Bucky, please kiss me with those beautiful, soft pink lips of yours, so your stumble scratches my skin slightly please.

Instead, you were quiet, jaw dropped to the floor. You couldn't speak, so you did the only logical thing you could think of. A hand snaked out to capture his jaw, thumb brushing his chin as you leaned in, lips attaching to his.

He tasted of mint and a sweetness that drove you wild, made your head spin as you heard his breath hitch. It was sweet and tender, yet lazy as whispers of sleep was exchanged between the two of you.

His teeth nibbled on your lower lip, tugging on it as you broke apart, as if Bucky wasn't ready to let you go quite yet. His eyes met your own with a look of hunger as he sucked, leaving your lip slightly swollen.

“So that happened.” you breathed, unable to leave his trance, watching that boyish grin you loved so much appear on his face. “That happened. Are you happy that it happened?” he asked as you snuggled back into his chest.

“Yes. Yes I am.”

And that was that.

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The smell of bacon and fresh eggs on the stove woke you from sleep, the comforting scent reminding you of Saturday mornings at your mother's house.

You sighed happily, knowing today was going to be a good day. You had no classes today, and you knew Bucky was free until his 8pm class.

The bed when empty when you stretched, yet the warmth of Bucky's body heat still remained on the sheets. Water spraying from the showerhead trickled from the bathroom, a yawn escaping you as you glanced at the clock on his bedside table.

8:48.

You were proud of yourself for not sleeping in until the late afternoon, knowing you'd be able to snag Steve's breakfast when it was still fresh.

You slid out from under the blankets, snagging a pair of fluffy socks from Bucky's drawer. Hobbling over, you balanced as you slid theme on, Steve's eyes watching you as you shuffled out the door.

“What?” you asked, watching as he just smiled, moving the egg around with his spatula as he whistled a tune.

“Oh nothin.”

“Nothin?” you questioned, confused about why he was acting as if he were a first grader with a secret he refused to tell you at recess.

“You just look… glowy. That's all.”

“Ah yes that smooth, silky pregnancy glow.” you teased, sliding up on the barstool as Steve tossed you a fresh blueberry from the basket beside him.

You caught it in your mouth, humming in delight as the sweet juices exploded in your mouth, sparking up your taste buds. It was then your stomach rumbled, anxious to have some food put in it.

“You know what I mean. So.. who made the first move?” he smiled, giddy as he turned to face you, letting the bacon simmer. “Who said there was a first move?”

“Uh, the look in your eyes. And the fact you literally cannot stop smiling, and it's a semi- decent time for you to be up. smiling.”

You rolled your eyes, knowing damn well he was right. It was true- you couldn't stop smiling. A feeling of happiness seemed to bloom in your chest at the actions that were portrayed last night, an afterthought that refused to leave.

“If you give me another berry- I’ll tell you. M’starving.”

“Kitty made the first move. Begged me to kiss her.” Bucky's voice called from the bathroom, the door now wide open as he stepped out, towel wrapped around his waist.

You forced your jaw to stay clamped shut, though all it wanted to do was fall to the ground as he made his way to you, water droplets still clung to his shoulders. It was nothing you hadn't seen before, Bucky's 6’4, toned body something you had pictured many times.

But now, it was different. How- you didn't know, but it was somehow.

“I did not! You asked me!” you exclaimed, shock written on your face as Bucky opened the fridge, stray water continuing to drip on the hardwood.

“She was all over me dude. I have never seen a girl so head over heels.” he smirked, making Steve laugh. Steve knew damn well Bucky was talking about himself, as Steve had told you many times Bucky had a thing for you.

You were just too scared to act on anything… until last night.

“He asked me. Swear on my life.”

“Yeah, yea yea you kissed. I told you so.” Steve grinned, Bucky’s eyes meeting yours, noticing as you (tried to) indirectly check him out for the millionth time. “You told no one so.”

“Did so.”

“Did not.” you and Bucky bickered back together, Steve's eyes rolling in response.

“If you keep fighting me I’m eating all this food myself.” Steve replied, making you laugh.

“Touche man. Tou fuckin che.”

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[potatothots]

Good Morning

(Hydra AU)

Rating: M

Pairings: dark Winter Soldier x You/Reader

Warnings: canon-level typical violence allusions, mentions of a hard on, non-con drugging

Summary: Hydra won, but somehow you slept through it. The Winter Soldier goes to tell you the good news. 

Edited poorly by this potato.

You woke up with a startled, undignified noise. Your skin was crawling: the same sensation as when someone watches you. Your sleep filled eyes looked around the room before landing on him. 

James Buchannon Barnes. Bucky. The Winter Soldier. 

He stood at a relaxed sort of attention. As if he'd been there for hours and nothing had happened to the point he was bored. 

Except, he had his tactical gear on. The revelation startled you. You looked at the clock - 6:30am. You couldn’t recall him needing to be on a mission. 

"Why are …" 

As your attention went back to him your words caught in your throat. He was so close now. You hadn’t heard him move. You cursed your muddled brain. 

"Mission successful." 

His voice was low and gravely. You wondered when he last spoke. 

"There was no mission." You responded, still confused with the situation. 

His face was emotionless, but his eyes were invested in you. He trailed a flesh finger down your arm. Your white blanket was pulled with it until it tangled against your forearms as you moved to stop him. He let out a hum and simply trailed his finger back up to rest at your collarbone. The touch left goosebumps despite his ever high body temperature. 

He climbed on top of you. He was dirty with the smell of gunsmoke and blood. He settled, his weight causing your legs to shift to let him lay between them. You could see the grime left behind on your bedding. The overwhelming scent of his sweat and polluted air invaded your senses. 

You grunted, trying to shove him away. "Get off."

He wrapped his arms around your body like an octopus. It didn't matter he ignored your free arms. You couldn't hurt him enough without using your powers. You weren't looking to do that until you figured out what was going on. 

"Mission complete. Successful." He murmured against the skin of your neck. 

"What mission?"

There was a long pause. He kissed the skin under your ear. 

"Hydra won." 

The short statement made you freeze. He trailed sloppy kisses down your neck, stopping at the top of your sleep shirt. With the way he was laying you could feel his cock harden.

"Are you not happy?" His voice was softer than before. Almost as if there was a fear of rejection under the gravelly sound. 

"No. No, I'm not!" Your voice got louder each time you said "no," until you were screaming.

Your body caught up with your mind. Your power licked at your skin. The Soldier let out an annoyed huff. He pulled a small syringe from his pocket. Sitting up, he jabbed it into the fleshy part of your upper arm. 

It happened so fast. He was faster than you on a normal day, but you should have been able to defend yourself quicker than this. 

Had you been drugged last night? 

He caught your struggling arms by the wrists. "Shh. Sleep." 

Your chest felt like it was pushing up a brick every time you sucked in air. Your eyelids grew heavy. You mumbled a few more "no's." Tears streamed from the corners of your eyes. 

He let go of your arms, laying them by your sides. He cradled your face in his large hands, his thumbs wiping away the tears. 

"Sleep now." The soldier leaned down to place a soft kiss on your lips. 

It was delicate despite his chapped lips and your stale breaths. It was a kiss you could have cherished if the situation was different. 

You fought sleep. He didn't seem to mind anymore as he settled back down. This time against your side. As he held you he hummed a song you couldn't quite make out as the tiredness won out.

#winter solider x you #winter soldier fic #the winter soldier #winter solider x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #hydra!au #hydra au #dark!winter soldier #dark!winter soldier x reader #dark!winter soldier x you #dark winter soldier #dark winter soldier x reader #dark winter soldier x you

[lillydiana304]

the collection of wives

summery:when the play-boy CEO Mr. Barnes mets y/n at a gala, the daughter of shyla many mens mistresses, the man who has had five wives (now ex's) seems to fall to his knees for the girl who wants nothing to do with him. warrings: fulff, smut, angst, bad parenting, bucky was a player, mention of cheating (not on reader) mean ex's wives, pregency, birth, throughing up, innonce kink, daddy kink, breeding kink, snoby people, crusing, yelling, reader has a bad relationship with her mother theres more but i cant think of them right now... CEO!bucky, player!bucky x shy!reader, innoncent!reader, sweet!reader, brown eyed!reader

chapter one

the gala

chapter two

the run in

chapter three

take her on a date

chapter four

mother spoke

chapter five

Natasha, sharon, sarah, leah, and millie

chapter six

make up

chapter seven

the engagment

chapter eight

mother spoke...again

chapter nine

the test

chapter ten

i do's

sneak peak!

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[catyo90]

Bucky x F!Reader: Sensations

Being the Avengers Medic was definitely a...odd job to say the least. Lets just say you never thought alien attacks or magic would be part of it. But you still did the job like a damn pro. Many times the others would come with all kinds of issues whether they were physical or even subconscious pain from old wounds and even a few times psychological pain.

The latter being mainly from the Bucky, he would usually come into the late of night into your office having awoken from a nightmare of his time under the control of Hydra. And tonight was no different. At least you thought it would be.

This time you were in your room reviewing over some of the medical records and started getting ready for bed that is until a knock on the door made you pause in your work. You opened the door to see a very tired and frustrated Bucky standing in the doorway with a pair of sparring pants on and a black tank top.

“Bucky...Are you alright.” Quickly looking over his body you saw no wounds or any kind of physical damage. 

“I can’t sleep...”

“Oh...” You said looking around and motioned for him to come inside.

“Another nightmare?”

“No...surprisingly not this time.”

As you closed the door you noticed he was sitting down on the nearby couch examining his metal arm. Now that was new. Usually when it was something with his arm he would go to Tony or Bruce to have them look at it. Why he came to you was a mystery.

“Your arm?”

Bucky merely nodded as he felt the metal adjust as he moved it.

“You know I can’t fix that right. If your having technical issues Tony or Bruce would-.”

“It’s not that either.” He said a tad bit annoyed at the insinuation that he wouldn’t have done that. He sighed as he ran a hand though his hair taking a deep breath.

“Sorry. Its just...Every time I look at it...It just reminds me of all the innocent people I hurt...I know I could just rip it off but it does nothing to help, the nerves in my body attached to it become too painful...Not that I dont deserve it.”

You looked at him and then to his arm. You stood in front of him and gave a quick overlook until you spoke.

“Take your shirt off.”

Bucky looked up a bit confused.

“Don’t worry. I wont touch you too much. But if I can see where exactly its hurting then maybe I can try something to help.”

Bucky was about to speak but he knew how well you were with this sort of problem. Heck this probably wouldn’t be the last time something like this happened. Might as well do as the doc orders.

Taking off his shirt, it gave you a pretty damn fine view of his muscles and his scars as well. Some from when he was under Hydra’s control and others from his fights with the others. For moment you felt your face get a bit heated at the sight but you shook it off as you sat down next to him. You had feeling for him there was no denying that but you were certain he wasn't looking for anything like that, to believe he could feel the same way was simply hard for you not to want. Bucky was a good man, who has gone though hell. You never saw him as anything else than a victim and it pained you everyday knowing he felt almost nothing but hatred toward himself.

You looked at his metal arm and brought it to your lap as you turned it over to see near his shoulder and ribs were surgical scars. Clearly the ones where Hydra simply forced it onto the nerves. A shoddy job was an understatement.

“They did a shit job on you. No care or emotion in it.” You said moving his arm behind you onto the back of the couch so you could examine the points where the arm attached to the skin. You gently pressed your hand to the edge of the metal and saw Bucky flinch.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“Its not that. It just tickled a bit.”

You smirked as your hand ran down the side of his torso for a moment before returning to his metal shoulder.

“I have to ask, can you even feel this?”

“Yes and no, I can’t feel your skin, but the pressure from it and the warmth as well. That I can feel.”

“That must be a strange sensation for you.”

You brought his metal arm back in front of you this time examining it with both hands. 

As you were examining it, Bucky couldn’t help but sigh in relief from your touch on the metal. It wasn’t like he enjoyed others touching him but at the same time he did miss that feeling of someone caring for him. Even back during the war he had never met a girl like you. Someone who didn’t see him as just a soldier but as a man in need of affection. 

You looked up at him and noticed he was staring at you, not in any bad way as far as you could tell. But those eyes. They were nothing like you had seen before. Once again you felt a bit warm in the face and this time you were sure you were blushing.

You brought a hand down to his wrist when he suddenly turned it over for you as his metal fingers felt underneath your wrist.

“Your pulse is slightly faster...Are you afraid of it or me.” He said felling the pressure of your fingers on his wrist as well.

"You could never scare me...even knowing this arm can crush metal and that you were once under Hydras control. I don't have any fear toward you."

"Then why are you nervous?"

"Because I don't want to make you uncomfortable. I hate seeing you like this. You seem..."

"Afraid?"

"Yeah..."

You let go of his hand and allowing him to move his metal arm away to adjust it.

"I'm only afraid I'll lose control. I don't want to hurt the others."

Bucky looked up at you and his features softened as he saw your eyes met his.

"I don't want to hurt you..."

He said gently grasping your hand in his metal one. You couldn't help but smile at the gesture.

"I know you can control yourself better now, but sadly it means that you have to endure more than the others could ever imagine. I know you would never hurt them...well maybe Tony when he bugs you enough."

Bucky chuckled at the statement as he sighed pushing his other hand through his hair. He watched as both your hands enveloped his metal one. Slowly it felt a bit warmer to him. Looking up at you he smirked and spoke.

"You know this is probably the best help I've gotten in a long while."

"Well I'm not sure about that but you are definitely welcome to come to me for any help."

"I'll take you up on that."

Both of you started staring into each others eyes. Soon you caught yourself and shook your head away trying you best to hide the blush slowly creeping onto your face. 

“Ah hem, well you really should get some rest Bucky.”

“Yeah your right, maybe tonight I’ll even have a nice dream.”

Bucky stood up and walked toward the door with you behind him. 

“Well...Good night”

“Wait...’

Bucky stopped himself at the entrance and leaned on the side of the entryway. 

“Are you free Friday night? Natasha recommended a movie to me called “Moulin Rouge” I’ve never seen but it would be nice to watch it with someone.”

“Yeah I can stop by...but something feels like you had something else you wanted to say.”

“Well...”

You took a deep breath and planted a quick kiss to Bucky’s lips. Before he could even register what happened you quickly said goodnight before closing the door. You fell to the floor flustered and slightly embarrassed before you heard him speaking to himself.

“Yep...Still got it.” He started to chuckle and sighed as he made a small knock on the door.

“I’ll see you tomorrow lyubovʹ“

Oh you most certainly would. You heard his steps fade away as you traced the edge of your face missing his touch already.

“I can’t believe I did that...” you said walking yourself to your bed grabbing a pillow and holding it close with the biggest smile on your face. 

*lyubovʹ=Love*

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[smiley1angry]

Imagine Winter Solider being forced to raise a child around 3-4 years old because the HYDRA kidnapped them. And Winter Solider just falls in love with the child and protects them from everything.

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[blulemonades]

Theories of Happiness || Prelude

word count: 1.7k

warning(s): 18+ languages, mentions: brainwashing and decoding.

summary: the introduction

*not beta read, all mistakes are mine*

Bucky Barnes x fem!avatar!Reader

links here for -> masterpost

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If someone had told you a year ago that you would be an Avenger you would’ve laughed in their face. Granted if someone had told you 5 years ago that you would have an overzealous hippo goddess living inside you, you probably would have kicked them into the nearest psych ward.

“Oh hush,” Taweret responded to the winning thoughts in your head. “You're my avatar, I only work through you. Technically, I'm not living inside you.” she snorted as you rolled your eyes. “Now pay attention, Mister Rogers looks serious.”

‘Mister Rogers’ is how Taweret refers to Cap. You’ve tried explaining that only you could hear her, so she can refer to the team informally but she insisted. “Manners are Manners and I have to set an example for your rude mind.”

Now if any of the others had heard that they would be in disbelief. Innocent, quiet, little Y/n with her books and sweets, couldn’t possibly be as dark and troubled as Tawerat had prompted.

“Shuri and T’Challa both say that he has done well with the deprogramming, so Fury, Tony, and I have agreed that the next step would be bringing him here to the compound, where he can be resocialized with the rest of us.”

Ah, that makes sense, you thought as you looked over as the others nodded along. Tony was stiff but he seemed to be accepting of the idea.

After the ordeal with the accords and Zemo, Tony had taken a long break away with Pepper before coming back and apologizing to Steve and the rest of us that sided with him, by setting a truce of wiping out Hydra and destroying all traces of the Winter Soldier in Bucky.

You had minor encounters with both Bucky and the Winter Solider, luckily more with the first than the second. But mainly that had to do with you siding with Cap during the whole debacle with Zemo, so there wasn’t much time for pleasantries. A mere “Hello" as you arrived at the car park with Clint and Wanda, it was before Steve told everyone to suit up, thanks to Tawerat, you didn’t take as long as some of the others.

“You’re welcome as always.”

“I’m cool with that as long as everyone is,” Rhodey spoke from his spot around the table. Next to Tony, he would be the next person to hold a grudge. Vision was aiming for Bucky when he accidentally hit Rhodey in the first place. Everyone immediately turned to Tony, who you were already studying.

Clearing his throat, he nodded and then in Tony Stark fashion clapped his hands together. “Then it's settled, let's go get the Manchurian Candidate, and bring him home."

"Tony." Steve sighed guiltily, it was easy to tell that he was still worried about how this was going to play out.

Tony threw his hands in mock surrender, walking backward before turning to the door. "Okay, Okay, don't quote me on that, just getting it out of my system."

“But seriously, let’s go, it's still a 4-hour flight to Wakanda and I promised Pepper that I would be home by dinner.”

After the two men left, along with Bruce, as medical and Rhodey, “to get any weirdness out of the way.” as he put it. Sam whistled lowly… “This is going to be interesting.”

“That’s an understatement.” Nat agreed as we all left to go about our daily routines. per usual you had to do research for an artifact that certain members of the ennead requested you find so you were heading back towards your room.

"Hey, Twelve!" Sam called, jogging over as you waited for the elevator. Twelve as in you were the twelfth Avenger, yes, yes very original.

“Don’t be hasty on Sam, at least he’s a gentleman so unlike that Harrow fellow you were talking to.” You shook your head slightly as you tied to recover from the Tawerat comment and especially the way she almost cooned “Sam”

"I was just wondering if you had fly time available for some practice shots." I have some new maneuvers that I want to try out.” He rubbed his hands together as he grinned excitedly down at you.

You flickered your eyes back to the elevator. Horus and Osiris both wanted you to find this Sarcophagus and you had been struggling with the research…but it was hard to say no to Wilson. You both joined the Avengers around the same time, and you guys were probably closer because of that and especially because He, you, and Barton were a part of the 'Bird Squad' as Stark had so graciously nicknamed you, three.

Slowly, you nodded and with a timid smile.

“Great! I’ll meet you at the Helipad!"

“Fucking Wilson”, you grumbled as you rubbed your shoulder entering the elevator.

“Ah Miss Y/L/N.” the calm voice of FRIDAY actually relaxed you slightly. The informative A. I was very helpful with some of your Ennead assignments. “Captain Rogers, wish me to inform you that Agent Barnes will be staying in Room E5 in your hall. The decision was made in transit but he wishes to still inform you before their arrival.”

That was...okay. You guess. It did make sense Hall E was just a dorm floor and it was vacant besides you, of course. Tony had made sure that there were multiple rooms for growing the team. You had liked the isolation and you would still have that, you were in E9, and 4 empty rooms would be in between you and Barnes, As well you could see why Cap and Stark were hesitant to leave Bucky completely alone, but still allow him the chance to get use to everything.

Still rubbing your shoulder from where Sam accidentally kicked you, you nodded before realizing FRIDAY needed a verbal answer.

“Okay, Thank you, Friday.”

“No problem, Miss Y/L/N.”

=//=//=//=

It has been hours since you last looked up from your work, nose buried in one of the many books you had stored in your room. Your crusty reading glasses rested gently on the bridge of your nose as you gently turned the page of the old book. Taweret was standing, well the illusion of Taweret was standing in the corner of the room as she talked to you about the collection of the artifacts you were looking for.

She had started casting a mirage of herself to you when there was a need. Granted, she couldn’t show herself to anyone but her avatar but it was really helpful for you not to feel like a complete lunatic talking to yourself.

“I’m still waiting on my contacts in Paris to get back to me about the Scarab, but I have a feeling that if it was there, they would have already sent word-”

Three soft knocks bumping gently on your door pulled you from your train of thought. Looking up at Taweret, she winked playfully before disappearing.

With furrowed brows still glaring at the corner. “It’s Open!” you yelled from your pile of papers on the floor. Far long gone has the embarrassment of your organized chaos bothered you since you moved in. It was pretty much expected by everyone now when they enter.

“Hey.” Cap’s soft tone greeted you as you moved to meet his gaze as he walked in, Bucky trailing behind him like a shadow. You smiled softly at the two. “Just come to say Hello.” Steve smiled back before looking over and gesturing to Bucky, who waved awkwardly as he avoided looking directly at you. Very similar to the interaction you had with him in the car park in Germany.

“Oh Hello.” you smiled more broadly, standing up from your circle. "Sorry for the mess." You sighed wiping the invisible dust off your pants. "Taweret has me on another artifact recovery mission."

"Taweret?" Bucky murmured confused, looking over at Steve.

"Oh yes, it's in the team's files that I gave you, Y/n's the human avatar for Taweret, Egyptian goddess of…" he trailed making you chuckle slightly.

"Motherhood." You added, nodding as Cap made an 'Oh yeah' expression. "Protector of women and children, it's probably all better explained in my file." You laughed lightly as you pulled off your glasses.

"An avatar is just a voice for the Gods, someone to whom they can monitor the world through." You explained lightly, as you gestured to the floor. "Hence the paperwork."

Bucky chuckled slightly causing you to feel proud of yourself. Still smiling, you glanced over at Cap to see him grinning like a magpie, he quickly recovered when he realized that you were both looking at him.

"Oh! Um" He coughed slightly "I guess that's it, so did Friday give you my message-"

"Oh yes" you nodded, looking back over at Buck "We'll be sharing the same hall, I'm looking forward to it!" You beamed kindly, "There shouldn't be any problems, I'm not here all the time like the others. The Ennead meetings have been kinda hectic lately, so my sleep schedule is pretty much out the door, so if you need anything the door is always open."

Buck nodded timidly, probably still confused from your earlier explanation before he looked back over at Steve. To which Steve made a nodding gesture.

"Yes, so I guess let's go get you settled in for the night." He clapped Bucky on shoulder, before waving at you.

With a small smile and wave at you, Bucky made his exit with Cap.

"Don't forget the call time in the morning." Cap pointed as he followed Buck back into the hallway.

"I won't" you grinned, "Night Cap, Night Bucky." You called gently as you closed your door.

It was the Two replies, mainly the one softer than the other, made you smile even harder as you opened back your reading glasses before plopping back down on the floor.

"He seems like such a nice soul." Taweret sighed in your eae as she reappeared in her corner. "Poor thing."

Smile faltering, you ducked your head softly in agreement.

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[starryparkrr]

You guys I'm begging ! Please give me bucky barnes fic recs 🥺 I am craving an absolutely lovely fic that'll have me going through every emotion possible. Just some information I love AU's, 2012 everyone happy in the tower, lots of angst, lengthy fics, and especially ENEMIES TO LOVERS fics :)) any fic that includes any of the above will make me extremely happy <3 xoxo

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[sunnylands-world]

Look at this man

Okay everyone shut up! we need to talk about how fucking fine Sebastian Stan is like fine doesn't even cover it he's gorgeous he's a wet dream a freaking god....

My toxic traits think this man would even look at me 😭 okay im going to go cry now

Request open💙

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[error151filenotfound]

Better Choices

The club lights flashed overhead as you downed another shot. 

“Gah!” you shake your head at the sharp taste of the liquid hitting the back of your throat. 

“I told you Sambuca would’ve been a better choice” a cheeky voice pipes up from behind you. 

You turn grinning at the attractive man behind you. “What if I don’t feel like making the better choices tonight”

A chuckle sounds from your co-workers mouth making you grin even more. 

You had always found Sebastian attractive, especially now in your semi-drunken state. Little did you know he thought the very same. 

He reached out his hand, you graciously take it allowing him to guide you away from the bar and back towards the table where everyone was sitting. 

You had all decided to go out for drinks having finished wrapping up your most recent Marvel movie, Captain America; Civil War. It was such fun and the first movie you had ever worked with Sebastian on. 

Although you didn’t have many scenes together you couldn’t help but admire the way he worked. How he brought the character of Bucky to life thrilled you, there was just something about the look he got in his eye whenever he was fully immersed in a scene that really fascinated you. 

And although you’d never admit it it kind of turned you on. 

You pull away from him as you get closer to the table. “I wanna dance” you shout over the music. He looks at you confused shaking his head slightly before moving closer to you so he can talk into your ear. 

“You’re gonna have to speak up hun I can’t hear you” he says, his breath hot against your skin. The husky tone of his voice makes it so much harder not to melt right there as his breath pans against your throat and you make a silent prayer right there to control your urge you mount the man right here right now. 

You stare at him blankly for a moment as your brain tries to regain it’s ability to think. Sebastian smirks at your hypnotised state leaning back in to whisper “Everything ok Y/N”. 

You nod slowly as he moves away from your neck and ear to stare into your eyes. He stares at your for a moment looking at every inch of your face from your eyes, to your lips, to the vein right under your ear that you know he can see pumping away as your heart beats faster and faster. 

He reaches forward pressing two fingers against it allowing the rest of his hand to rest against your neck “your hearts beating a bit fast, wanna get some air” he suggests not removing his hand from your throat. 

You nod silently again causing him to smirk even wider. He slides his hand down your neck and shoulder along your arm. Your whole body reacts to his movements shivering as he moves down your arm until he reaches your hand taking it in his own. 

You weave through the crowd until you get to a back door, the bouncer lets you both out saying to knock if you want to come back in. 

Once outside you gulp down a lungful of the cool air thanking the universe that it was a nice night. Your gratitude was cut short as you noticed a pair of eyes trained on your every movement. 

Sebastian watched you with a ferocity you’d only ever seen when he was acting in an intense scene. His stare was unwavering as his body stood rigid, unmoving in all its domineering glory. 

“Sebastian?” you ask stepping forward to wave your hand in front of his eyes in the hopes of bringing you back to reality but he stops you mid movement grasping your wrist. 

Neither of you move for a moment. Tension and lust surrounds you as he looks between you and your wrist before slowly bringing it towards his mouth. Placing a light kiss against it he looks back down at you his lips leaving a burning sensation on you as he pulls away. 

Your breath begins to heave but you don’t back away. No instead you swallow all code of work place relations surging forward wrapping your hand around his head and pulling his mouth against yours. 

He reacts instantly, pushing you against the wall, pressing his body against yours. One of his hands wraps around your waist while the other travels up your body returning to the stop on your neck from earlier. 

He squeezes the sides lightly causing a breathy moan to erupt from your mouth allowing him to slide his tongue in. 

Tongue on tongue, teeth on teeth, fists grapping clothes, skin begging to be on skin, you press closer to each other trying to feel every inch of the other. Take in every feeling, every sensation, every lump and curve and grove of your bodies. 

He moves his knee pushing it between your legs spreading them. Every cell in your body screams for him, begs for more as his hand moves slowly from your waist down to your thigh. He rubs circles on the outside of your leg as he pulls his mouth away from yours, a slight cry of protest leaves your mouth as he does. 

He smiles pecking your lips, resting his forehead against your own. “Y/N I want you. I want you right now. I need you but if you’ve drank too much you need to tell me right now because I don’t want you to wake up tomorrow and regret any of this”. 

“Oh honey the only reason I’d regret this is if we pretend it never happened tomorrow and I haven’t drank near enough for that” you laugh. 

He grins back at you pressing his body even harder against yours. “Good” he whispers scattering kisses down a line from your ear to your neck. You groan as he bites the soft tissue. He pulls away reconnecting his mouth to yours, his hand begins to move towards where you want it most. 

You can hardly breath with anticipation, your body withering with want, praying for him to stop torturing you and just touch you already. 

Just as he does a flash surrounds you. The back door had opened again. You spring apart as Chris and Antony come out laughing. 

“Oh there you are!” Chris shouts clearly every drunk. 

“We were just looking for ye, we’re all heading back to the hotel wanna come?” Antony asks. 

You’re about to refuse so you can return to your previous activities but Sebastian speaks before you can. 

“Perfect, we’re ready when you are” he smiles looking at the other two as though nothing was happening two minutes ago. Antony and Chris nod moving back inside as Seb turns to you. 

“Might be a better choice to continue this back at the hotel don’t you?” he smirks looking over your body once more licking his lips as he does.

“I already told you I don’t want to make the better choices tonight” you grin grabbing his collar and pulling him back into you backing into the wall so he’s pressed fully into you. 

Neither of you noticed when Antony came back to check if ye were coming and neither of you would know what he saw until two weeks later when he brought it up in an interview. 

Safe to say your little night out activities created quite the scandal. Looking back you had to admit there was probably several options that were better choices that night. But where’s the fun in that ;).  

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[a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all]

Nightmares

Fandom: Marvel, Captain America, Bucky Barnes, Winter Soldier

Word Count: 914

TW: Nightmares, Hurt/Comfort, Main Character Death, Grief, Angst

Sequel: Time To Wake Up, Part 3 (Coming Soon)

Every night you have the same dream. The exact same dream. The same dream that ends with you waking up sobbing and clutching at your chest. Struggling to breathe. The one that makes you feel as if you are being ripped in two. The one that makes you stay awake for days hoping to delay the inevitable, hoping you will finally just collapse from such extreme exhaustion that your body won’t have the energy to dream at all. But no matter what you do or how hard you try, the dream always finds you.

Tonight is no exception. Your eyes snap open as the painful, hollow ache rips through your chest. You curl into yourself, trying to hold the pieces of yourself together. You press both of your hands firmly into your lips trying to muffle the sob that rips from your throat. You struggle to catch your breath but the pain and the pressure in your chest is just too much. You are drowning as wave after wave of grief crashes over you. All you want to do is just let go, just let yourself slip under and let it take you, ending this torment once and for all.

But then, you feel his arms slide out from behind you to wrap softly around your quivering frame. The contrasting hot and cold of his mismatched limbs on either side of your body helps to ground you, to pull you up from the murky abyss. You lean back as his grip on you tightens and he pulls you flush against him. His dog tags dig into your back as you press into his bare chest but at that moment you don’t care. You can feel his soft breath against your ear, his stubble lightly scratching your cheek. In this moment, he is the only thing holding you together, the only thing keeping you afloat.

You lay there pressed together, feeling as your hearts sync and beat as one. For every breath he takes, you take one as well. He slowly begins trailing soft kisses down your neck and across your shoulders. You feel yourself finally starting to relax, the tension in your muscles lessening with every caress. The fear is slowly just becoming a memory as he helps you forget, even if in the back of your mind you know it is only temporary. But every night it is the same, you fall apart, and he puts you back together.

After a few minutes, you feel him start to pull away, but you gently draw him close, silently begging him not to break the spell. He relents and resumes his position. You don’t want this moment to end because that would mean the anguish would be that much closer again. You are so tired of the pain and just want it to stop. You would willingly die here, wrapped in his arm for all eternity if it were possible. But deep down, you know why that can’t happen.

Silent tears roll down your face and you feel his cold metal fingers brush them away. As he pulls away, you grab his hand and kiss the back of it. You can remember a time when he could barely stand you looking at the prosthetic, much less let you touch it in such a manner. And even though this dark new vibranium model is sleeker than the shiny titanium one he used to have, you can still feel the tremendous power behind it. Which just makes you appreciate the tender way he caresses you even more.

Glancing at the wall in front of you, you can see the first light of morning peeking through the blinds. You grasp onto his hands tighter, knowing what that meant. Knowing he had to go. And knowing there was nothing you could do to stop him. You choke back another sob, another wave of tears, and breathe, “I love you.”

And then you wake up. Your eyes snap open as the painful, hollow ache rips through your chest. You curl into yourself, trying to hold the pieces of yourself together. You press both of your hands firmly into your lips trying to muffle the sob that rips from your throat. You struggle to catch your breath but the pain and the pressure in your chest is just too much. You are drowning as wave after wave of grief crashes over you. All you want to do is just let go, just let yourself slip under and let it take you, ending this torment once and for all.

But this time, there is no one there to rescue you from the agony you are experiencing. There are no arms to wrap around you, no soft breath across your ear. There is no heartbeat thumping in time with yours. There is no Bucky. There hasn’t been for the past five years, ever since that day in Wakanda when you watched your whole world blow away on the wind. Now, he only exists for you a few hours every night. Never allowing you to see his face, never allowing you to hear his voice. But it is the tease of being in his arms again, of feeling his body against yours, of sensing his love surrounding you, that is enough to put you back together each night, just for you to shatter again each morning. It is your nights filled with the greatest of fantasies which have transformed your days into waking nightmares.

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[themorningsunshine]

Light in the midst of the darkness Masterlist

Summary - Sometimes he thought she was a segment of his imagination, a figure conjured up by his mind for a sense of peace among his tormentors. Why else would somebody as pure as her will be at Hydra? But then he realised the imagination of his broken mind could never be so beautiful. 

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

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[writersloungeforall]

Guns With Roses Intro

Info: Every person as soon as they turn 18 gets a tattoo-like mark somewhere on their body that matches another person's mark. Sometimes, being an avenger's soulmate is not all it's cracked up to be.

pairings: y'n/buckybarnes

Warning: none

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18. The age where you officially become an adult. The age that you can legally vote and move out. The age that makes you feel independent even if technically you are not. It’s also the age when you get your soulmate mark. The mark that only you and one other person share. The one that was on one of the other 7.59 billion people on the planet. It was crazy to think about. I know that everyone in my family has gotten to find their soulmate so I have hope that I will but you have to admit that there is some percentage that you won’t find yours. I hate that little nagging fear. I try to push it from my mind. In three hours, I will have my mark. In three hours, I will officially be someone’s soulmate and someone will be mine.

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[lillydiana304]

hi!!!! im new to the fanfic writing and i'm asking for some help?

i'm writing a marvel fan fic, about bucky barnes, heres the summary:

when the play-boy CEO Mr. Barnes mets y/n at a gala, the daughter of shyla many mens mistress, the man who was had five wives (now ex's) seems to fall to his knees for the girl who wants noting to do him.

and heres what i have for the first part of the chapter, just some feed back would be great! thank you!!!!

For the most part, y/n didn't mind her mother Shyla, she didn’t mind that her mother spent her whole childhood chasing her men and marrying almost complete strangers. She didn't mind that her mother was emotionally invested in everyone else but her child. In all honesty, y/n did mind but hated herself for it. She vowed from the age she could develop her own opinions that she would not come close to being like her mother.  

  The daughter of a selfish woman sat in her dark green mini cooper watching women in dresses, that were way too inappropriate and far from classy, walk into the gala. The idea of dressing up and being at a beautiful party made y/n happy, just not being with these people. These people were your old CEOs from the 80s that now have trust fund babies that are seconds away from crashing their father's company to the ground because they invested in bitcoin. This gala was filled with the trust fund babies, and their rich fathers, as mentioned before, but then there were many kinds of people left: the old wives of the 80s CEOs, that have been cheating on their husbands since their first child was born, or maybe their now divorced and still get invited and attend to piss off their ex-husbands. And the CEO’s mistress, who is there to make the wives insecure, or now the mistress is married to the CEO and flaunts it to others that she helped tear apart a family and is happy about it. They range from old women to 19-year-olds, then there are the sons and daughters of these emotionless marriages, the sons have taken the company over and married an ex-half-time Instagram or victoria's secret model that was only in two seasons. Some have real love and children and are actually good men but they are the tight-jeaned man bun-wearing kind of guy you met at an air-one in California. The others cheat like their fathers they may have children too. 

  The daughters are stubborn and have much more of a backbone than their lame brothers, and if we're being honest would have been totally better at running a company. They married a spineless man who is the inhuman version of Theodore of Alvin and the chipmunks, but they might have love in their marriage. And if you ask what kind of person y/n’s mother was, well she was the mistress to many men. 

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[vivaamor]

Thunderstorm

Warnings: Very minimal violence, swearing

Relationships: Bucky Barnes/Female Reader

Summary: After a bad week, you and Bucky get into an argument

Word Count: 1,728

Cover art is mine! Writing is mine as well. If seen on anything other than here or ao3 (if I post there, username is vivaamor), please let me know and report it!

You opened your eyes, groaning from your stiff neck after sleeping on the couch in Bucky's apartment. You had your own apartment but a few days of the week you would stay at his place. You and Bucky tried to spend as much time together as possible when neither of you were working. You had fallen asleep while watching television and hearing the shower running, you figured Bucky was in there.

You stand from your spot on the couch, rolling the sleeves of your sweater over your fists. Bucky always kept it freezing at his place. Whether it was because he ran hot or he knew that was how to get you to cuddle him at night, you didn't know.

When you opened the door to his bedroom, he had just gotten out of the shower and was changed into sweats and a black t-shirt. You frowned, the two of you were supposed to meet Sam and his girlfriend for drinks in an hour. Maybe he forgot.

"Hey, Jamie." You smiled softly, walking near him to kiss him on the cheek. He winced and stood a step back. You and Bucky had a healthy relationship for the most part. You knew him like the back of your hand. Most of the time, he would love nothing more than for you to kiss him, but there were other times where he just needed his space. Whether he was cranky or had a nightmare, he needed space to reflect and react appropriately. You'd learned at the beginning of your relationship to read the warning signs. This was one of them.

You keep your hands to yourself and take a step back, watching him walk out of the room and downstairs. He felt miserable, like there was a thunderstorm cloud lingering over his head everywhere he went today. He had his first nightmare in over a month today while taking a nap. Steve was there. But now? Steve was across the world at Tony and Pepper's wedding. Bucky was invited too, but he didn't do well with crowds. It frustrated him how he had limitations to what his anxiety allowed him to do.

Walking down the stairs once he's been down there for a few minutes, you decide that was probably all the time he needed and he most likely just didn't sleep well. "Jamie?"

Bucky raised his head, looking up at you, arching an eyebrow. "Yes?"

You decide not to push, and decide you'll only remind him about drinks. "We're supposed to meet Sam for drinks in an hour, remember?" He nods. "I'm going to get ready." You smile, walking back upstairs.

"Have fun."

You turn around at the top of the stairs, walking back down a few steps. "What? He invited both of us."

"I'm not going." He states matter-of-factly, returning his attention to his book. "Tell Sam I said hey."

"Baby, he invited you. He only invited me to be nice and keep his girlfriend company. If you're not coming, I might as well not, either."

He sighs, not even glancing up from his book. "Then don't. We'll stay home."

"What's the point of staying home together if you won't even look at me?" You snapped back, easily catching his attention as he puts his book down. "Look. baby. I love you, I really do. But we haven't gone anywhere besides the grocery store in three weeks. I need some fresh air, and I'd really like if you went with me."

For a moment, you think you changed his mind. That moment only lasts half a second until his nose is shoved back in that damn book. Bucky was a challenge for you. Not to mix it up, you loved him. Hell, you adored him. But he wasn't always very swell at communication. And it drove you fucking crazy. Being in a relationship where you both had insane tempers could be very challenging.

Before you know it, you've ripped the book out of his hand. "Why can't we just go for one drink? We've canceled on him three times already."

"Y/N, I said no." He tells you sternly, taking the book out of your grip and setting it on the coffee table. He stands, getting up and walking up the stairs to get past you until you move and stand in front of him, blocking his path.

"Oh!" You exclaim sarcastically, "You said no!" You smile, irritation drawn all over your face. "I'm sorry, I must have misheard you. Oh, wait, no I didn't I heard you the first time. I-"

"Y/N, I said no!" He roared, his metal hand slamming into the wall next to your head. Your breath hitches in the back of your throat, stunned. You look at him, expecting an apology immediately, like he'd always done whenever his temper got out of hand. Bucky had done an amazing job of always staying calm, never raising his voice at you and taking deep breaths when he needed to. He'd never gotten physical, so this was terrifying to you. "Go home."

He didn't have to tell you twice. You grab your purse from the kitchen counter and head for the door, tears streaming down your face, and slamming the door shut behind yourself.

It had been three days since your argument with Bucky. It was insanely embarrassing calling Sam once you got home that night and canceling plans, trying to your best to sound normal, like the two of you had just lost track of time.

Having just gotten off work at the gym you personal trained at, you walk into your apartment complex, climbing the stairs to the third floor, where your apartment resided. You'd gone over the argument a thousand times the last few days, telling yourself that you were in the wrong. But even so, he scared the hell out of you that day. Did he want to hurt you? Was his aim off and he hit the wall instead of you? Your anxiety was torturing your mind and you felt helpless.

You watch the rain drops fall down the window in the stairwell that faced the city, the weather outside dark and gloomy. Unlocking the front door of apartment 304, you step inside and lock it behind yourself. The apartment was dark and quiet and honestly sort of lonely. You kick your tennis shoes off, dropping your purse on the couch, flicking the lights on.

Something grabs your arm and you gasp. Without giving the intruder a moment to react, you hurl your first in their direction and your hand is caught by a metal one. "Y/N." You make eye contact with the familiar voice, your loving boyfriend, Bucky, sitting in on the arm chair. You sigh in relief, tearing your hand away from his grip. "I'm sorry, doll."

"For what?" You respond, looking away from him and walking away from where he was sat.

He sighs, running a hand through his hair. "Everything. Will you look at me, please?" As stubborn as you are, you look at him anyway. You couldn't say no to him, especially when he sounded so sad. "I didn't mean to push you away and I especially didn't mean to get so worked up. I never want to hurt you. You know that, don't you, doll?" You nod slowly, standing in front of his knees. "Come here, honey." He reaches for your arm and as angry as you are, you let him pull you on to his lap.

"You need to communicate with me." You finally say, "I know Wanda is, but I'm not a damn mindreader. If you need space, you need to tell me." He nods, rubbing circles on the back of your hand with his thumb. "I don't know, maybe we're spending too much time together. Maybe this is too much."

He shakes his head, pulling you closer to his chest. "No, that's not it. I just... Sometimes I feel so trapped in my own mind. I don't want a break from you, three days away from your this week alone almost killed me. But you're right. I need to speak up to you about what I need."

"Then will you tell me? Why... Why you felt that way a few days ago?"

He bites the inside of his cheek, thinking for a moment before he takes a deep breath to calm his nerves. "I had a nightmare, baby." He admits, leaning his head into your hand as your comb through his hair with your fingers soothingly. "It was about Steve, about you. I was working for Hydra again and I killed you. And Steve was holding your body in his arms, crying. Asking me why I would do such a thing, but I had no control over it. Hydra made me do it." He frowns, looking down at your lap.

"Hey," You cradle his jaw in your hands, tilting his head up until he looks at you. "I'm here, I'm safe. Steve is safe. We both love you. I know I do. But I need more than just you walking away when you're upset. Do you get that?"

He nods again. "I'm so sorry, baby. I didn't mean to scare you like that." A single tear falls down his cheek and you wipe it away, leaning into him.

"It's okay, Jamie." You reassure him, hushing his soft cry. "I love you. More than you'll ever know." You lean in, pressing your lips against his gently. He rubs up and down your back, leaning into you. Pulling away, you carrels the stubble on his cheek. "Let's go to bed, yeah? Come on, baby. Let's go to bed."

He stands up, holding your body in his arms and walking to your bedroom. You giggle, not expecting him to carry you. He chuckles back at you, kissing the top of your forehead and setting you down on the end of the bed. "I love you, doll." He tells you, getting comfortable under the covers and holding his arms up, ushering you to get under.

You crawl from the end of the bed to where he's laying and rest your head on his chest. "I love you more."

"Impossible." He replies, sitting up for a moment to take his shirt off.

You lean up, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Weren't you aware, Barnes? Anything is possible."

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[potatothots]

Autumn

Genre: Horror, Thriller

Rating: PG/Teen

Pairings: dark!Winter Soldier x Reader

Warnings: death, inaccurate versions of mythological[1] creatures, blood, obsessive!winter soldier, dark!winter soldier, body modification

Part of my What are You? series!

Note - I'm not your guardian. You read what you want. I can't stop you. If you don't heed the warnings, too bad for you, not me. 

[1]I like mythology. I also like making up my own.

Potatos aren’t the best at editing their own work. I’ve been writing this over and over until I’m basically pissed off at it, but I like it at the same time. So…enjoy!

The hike from our cars into the woods to see the graveyard was supposed to be filled with laughter and spooky revelry. Halloween had us all drunk on the scares. I can’t remember whose idea it was, but we decided the best idea for the kick-off of an All Hallows’ Eve party was to visit an abandoned graveyard. In our costumes. I might have been wearing flats with my witch costume, but at twenty I hadn’t realized that cute flats do not mean comfort. 

The crude map we found on the Internet had long proved useless. Cary and Beth decided it was too creepy after a mile and went back to the car. Glenn, Sean, and I continued on. We finally stumbled upon the site. It was hidden in a clearing with a rotten iron fence desperate to keep the surrounding life away. The mist clung heavily in the air. The tombstones were crumbling under the weight of time. It was cliche and not as scary with the sunlight still poking through the trees. It was beautiful, however. I started taking pictures when I heard Glenn say he’d go get the other two girls and for Sean to protect me from the serial killers. 

Except as the sun started to set I realized I was alone. I thought it was a joke at first. How could it be anything else? Monsters aren’t real and Sean was known to be the prankster among us. I kept calling out for him. I walked around the small graveyard and wove myself between the trees to look for him. I wish I could say it was eerily silent, but the wind rustled through the dead leaves. The few animals around made noise as they went to hide from me as I walked. 

I kept checking the time on my phone. After ten minutes I gave up. I walked back to the graveyard and huffed in annoyance. 

“Sean, this isn’t some 80’s slasher flick. Come on, we have that party.” I called out. When I got no response I tried again. “I’m cold and the sun’s setting. We should get back to the car and see where the others are.”

There was a weird gurgling noise behind me. Like an inhale of air caught in bubbling water. I turned and saw Sean and someone seemingly cloaked in shadow. The man had a hand around Sean’s neck so tightly the boy’s face was turning pale. 

I should have run for help right then and there. I now know Sean was dead before I even saw it. 

“Hey!” I yelled, “Let him go!” Anger laced in my words as I stormed over to them. 

Sean’s arms were limp at his sides. His head lulled in the man’s grip. I didn’t understand what I was seeing. The man had inhuman strength to hold up a human just by the neck. His arm, however, kept catching my eye. There was a swirling, faint glow that made an outline of a well-muscled human arm.

“I said - “ I balled up my fist and struck at the man, “Let him go!” 

I felt my knuckles collide with his face. It hurt me, but it must’ve hurt him, too. He dropped my friend and staggered back. The darkness around him faded and I could see him fully. He had espresso dark hair that fell almost to his shoulders. The warm-colored skin on his face was marred with a red print of my fist on his cheek under eyes dark as the midnight sky. 

His ethereal hand reached up to touch his cheek, his face is unreadable except for the raised eyebrow. I wanted to say he was confused, but he didn’t sound that way when he spoke. He laughed. It started as a low chuckle and then got louder. Pissed, I punched him again. This time in his mouth. My knuckles came back bloody, but so was his bottom lip. All he did was grin while he licked the blood off his mouth.

Looking back on it, I really wish I had run for help. I might not have survived the evening. Glenn had gone missing and Cary had watched as Beth had died of a savage attack from the same strange man. At least if I hadn’t survived I wouldn’t have spent two years in a mental health facility and a lifetime of therapy to get stable again. 

If I hadn’t survived, I wouldn’t have to deal with him haunting me now.

—

There’s no chill in the air here where I live now. Autumn might come and go with little thought in the minds of people if it weren’t for football, pumpkin spice, and leaves turning brown. As I sit by my window and look down onto the street I dream of a cold wind on my cheeks that makes them burn. A fire that spreads through the mountains’ trees in shades of reds, golds, and oranges. I rest my head on my window that’s chilled by the air conditioner and sigh. It’s mid-October. The trees are still green. Flowers bloom and greet the sun with happy faces. Even the cemetery across the street looks lively with the pert foliage growing like weeds. 

It’s beautiful here. It’s why I live here. My bakery thrives in this small town.

But, something about autumn has always captivated me. It’s the start of beginnings. The old falls off, it dies away and leaves space for the new things to come. My mind wanders back to all the vacations in the mountains. To the years I spent living there. I love it here, yet something still haunts me. It hurts. It’s not the call of promise, but of surrender. I’m restless to ignore it so I turn in for the night. 

…Men and women dance in a masquerade ball. Gold-tipped autumn-dipped leaves dance to the slow tunes of a dying song. My red, rose-adorned dress seems too lively for this court. The king, his steel crown glistening like ice, wears an obsidian half skull mask and the black of the night around his eyes. He stands statuesque and surveys his kingdom that he stole with cold-blooded murder disguised as a war for liberty. He might have lost an arm, but he gained an endless following. I can feel myself being pulled to him. He takes my hand in his eerily cold, magical one that was made to replace the one lost. He leads me to the dance floor. I can’t look away from the stone eyes; so alive with want and so dead with life... 

…I’m running from oppressive darkness. It’s bitter and stings when my heart beats. The beautiful leaves float around me. Begging me to stay forever in soft whispers through the trees. I kick off my heels. I have to get away. The faster I move, however, the faster the wind rips at my cheeks. Drops of blood can’t stain a ball gown so red…

…I stop where bits of green earth struggle to survive under my feet. It’s barely soft, but it wraps around my exposed toes. The warmth radiates into my body. The foliage caught upon the wind crashes into the door of the house in front of me. The cabin looks mossy and damp. More of a well-loved Hobbit hovel than a human house. Archaic symbols mar the wood along the outside of the cabin. 

I reach for the door. I can feel the homey warmth like a soft blanket enveloping me. 

“Don’t go,” the man with the ice crown whispers in my ear.

I turn to retort, but he’s standing far behind me. Waiting at the fence line. Unallowed to cross physically, but I feel him near me. His eyes bore into me with the weight of his question. His want. Oppressive and obsessive, it’s turned into a deadly need. 

I can’t give him the forever he always asks for.

“You always play this game, but you always come back to me.” The man speaks. He paces at the fence’s edge like a predator calculating his next move. His steps rot the bits of green that had managed to grow outside of the fence. “You want me. I can feel it, just as I know you can.”

I shake my head. Brushing the hair out of my face, I sigh. “I don’t want what you can give me.”

“We can be one together, forever. No one can offer you this. I can give you everything.”

“It’s selfish and I don’t want it.” I retorted. “You're nothing but cruel. You kill everything and everyone I love. I'll never spend forever with you. I’d rather be lonely.”

I pick up my skirts and turn back to the house. I can hear him speaking, low, growling. I don’t understand the language. I never do when he speaks it. It’s alien to me, unlike the protective words I’ve learned and scratched into my mind’s cabin that protect me from him. Hearing him now I wish I did. It's not until I hear him speak English do I look back at him.

“Then I will freely give you my greatest gift to show you how different I can be. Turning over a new leaf, as it were. Just for you.”

His mask is off and shows his beautiful face. Sharp, blue eyes, skin sun-kissed with a hint of fresh peach, chocolate hair flickering around his shoulders like feathers. He looks not like the death he holds dominion over. But his heart and mind are twisted rotting roots intertwined for so long they’re destroying one another. 

“Autumn happens every year, my love. Fall is the season for fresh starts.” 

He smiles. It fills me with dread. Especially with those words so similar to my thoughts. The wind picks up again. Beautiful, fiery leaves flicker through the air. Air traces across her cheeks like a caress. 

“What are you? Truly? Why do you keep hounding me?”

His ability to haunt me in my dreams even though I was thousands of miles away from my old home bothered me. I never accepted any of his advances. Not even when he offered to help me overcome the trauma he caused - as if allowing him to own me could erase the images burned into the back of my eyes.

“I am whatever you want me to be. Truly. Whoever you want, I can be that for you.” 

The edge of his mouth curled down at my scoff.

“Fine.” He narrowed his eyes. 

The creeping darkness he commanded slithered towards him from the dead forest around him. The temperature plummeted until it hurt. This is why he’s called the Winter Solider: He commands Siberian-like temperatures from the oppressive and bleak shadows.

“If I must endure this game of yours, love, then we shall have eternity to do it under my rules.”

The murky tendrils of his power shoot forward from his ghostly hand. It hits me right in my chest. It feels like my heart stops. Alarm bells ring in my ears. He’s never been able to get past the fence before. Is he getting stronger? …Am I getting weaker? The moment it beats again I fall to my knees, gasping for air. I will not give in. I will never…

—

I wake to the smell of decaying debris and moldy dirt. The wetness clings to me like a second skin. I pull myself up from the ground. Confused, I look around me. I’m on the floor in my room. I rush to shower, wanting to get the musty smell off me. Dressed, I go enjoy my coffee on my window perch downstairs and wait for my food to cook. The punctual sun is high in the sky. The outside world looks the same. Green, lively. Calm. My neighbor passes by on her morning run. The kids next door scramble onto the school bus.

When the bus passes I notice a new car at the house across the street. It had been vacant for months, then without any warning torn down and rebuilt. 

“Must be new neighbors,” I muse to myself before I sip my coffee. 

The car is nice. A sleek black something that would have all the attention on and off the road. A man got out in simple jeans and a tee and went to the front door. His dark hair was pulled into a loose bun at the nape of his neck. He looked built from behind. If this was the only view I’d ever have of him I wouldn’t mind. I watched him unlock his door and leave it ajar to put some boxes he’d carried inside. 

When he turned around I dropped my coffee as my body went rigid from fear.

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[theloveablesociopath]

Hello hello hello, it’s been ages. But I am back and ready to write again. If theirs a old story you really need an ending to or a new idea for maybe some Eddie Munson x readers! Please let me know! Suggestions are open.

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