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spicler-man · 2 years

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amnesia fics

masterlist here remember me by aileenwood

"Glad you're back," he smiles, and Peter can see the raw relief in it.

My kid.

Oh, of course. That's his dad."

or:

After a particularly bad injury, Peter wakes up in a hospital room with a blank mind.

He's lost and confused until a man steps in, ruffles his hair and smiles gently.

He immediately guesses that's his father, obviously. He's not stupid.

Memory Is All We Are by romeoandjulietyouwish

Tony gets amnesia and forgets his family.

I will remember you. by zimnokurw

“What?” “What’s the last thing you remember?” the soldier added, slightly alerted. “Ugh, I was in my workshop, I was doing a little update to JARVIS’ holo tables. Why?” Tony felt lost and this worried look on Rhodey’s face wasn’t helping. “In the workshop in… Malibu?” “Yes, of course in Malibu, where else would I be? Can you explain to me what the hell is going on?” This whole situation was annoying, Rhodey was acting weird and Tony felt perfectly good, not seeing any reasons to why would he be in this hospital-but-apparently-not-hospital room.

or; Tony loses a few last years of his memory and discovers that: e.g a terrorist blown up his house, he was in a superhero band that broke, and, oh, he kinda has a kid now.

Not Gone But Forgotten by samos7

Peter and Tony are kidnapped and willing to do anything to protect one another. Until one of them isn't.

“I get it, you’re starstruck- not sure how to handle yourself.”

“Excuse me,” Peter begins to defend himself but he's blatantly ignored as Tony talks over him.

“Look, I promise to take a picture with you when all of this is over, I’ll even offer you an autograph- but first I need any information you know that can get us out of here.”

Peter is completely lost, but at the same time he isn’t. He already knows the answer when he asks his next question. “Mister Stark, do you know who I am?”

Tony gives a baffled look in return, “have we met before?”

And that was all the confirmation Peter needed. He feels his heart drop to his stomach as the realization strikes him, and he’s certain that he’s gone pale in the face.

Tony doesn’t remember him.

That's Not How You Act by opal_earrings

"Peter was fine. Other than having no memories, he was fine. He wasn’t really hurt, so it wasn’t like he was going to die or anything, and therefore it wasn’t that big of a deal, right? He could just keep this quiet so as to not worry anyone.

“No. I, uh, I’m fine, thanks.”

All Peter had to do was find out everything about his life before anyone discovered he had amnesia. How hard could that be?"

Or: Peter wakes up with amnesia, but this guy in a suit seems really worried about him, and Peter's too polite to mention it.

The Heart of Heroes by SilverDraconyx for Coffee_and_notebooks

Peter has an internship at Stark Industries. It’s cool, except the most interesting thing he gets to do is be in the building. He figures that the internship is to gain good press by ‘helping poor orphans’.

That all changes, when he is sent to bring coffee to the Tony Stark!

As he spends time with Tony and Steve, they can’t help but come to love the teenage vigilante.

Lost and Found Family by puddlesandparkinglots

There’s an accident and Tony loses his memories. This is Tony trying to deal with it while Peter breaks.

I Wish I Could Live Without You (But You're Apart Of Me) by SpaceCowboysFromMars for Detective_Odin_Ashcroft_52

“I’m sure you know him from somewhere, Tony.” She’s leaning against the kitchen counter, studying the frame intensely, like the answer to Tony’s mild breakdown was hidden within in.

“Clearly not!” He flails for emphasis, frustrated. He’s supposed to be a genius, so why can’t he figure this out? “This is a prank, right?”

She scowls at him, face hardening with her lack of amusement. “Don’t be an idiot.” Pepper straightens, clearly wanting no more than to be done with this whole conversation. “Maybe it was one of those college interns.”

He shakes his head fiercely. “No. This must be- shit, what are those called? Something effect... the effect of something...”

A Mandela Effect, as his research would later reveal.

Figured it out, yet? by nokurde

Could there be something worse than losing every single memory of someone you love and treasure? Yes, Peter Parker could argue. Being the person that was forgotten.

Iron Man gets injured in a fight, which leaves him with a (temporary?) amnesia, erasing the last few years of his life. Now he’s left with an annoying kid for a babysitter. (It is temporary, right?) As Tony Stark struggles with his new reality, Peter tries to keep the company running, look out for his mentor without getting himself kicked out of the Tower, and not break down in the process. (Right?)

Long Story Short (It Was A Bad Time) Or AIs Don't Forget by peacockgirl

Turns out magic doesn't affect AIs. Karen is Peter's only link to his old life, and helps him hold on when he gets low. Meanwhile, in Upstate New York, Tony struggles with the inexplicable certainty that he's lost a kid.Until Peter gets hurt, and Karen tells FRIDAY ...Set in that wonderful AU world where Tony survives Endgame, and our boy (eventually) gets all the hugs he needs and deserves.

Nominated for a 2022 Iron Dad Creator Award in The Fixer-Upper Category

Don't Let it Make You Cry by amine

“'And who are you?'

Peter recoiled, stunned by the harsh unfamiliarity of those words. God, did that hurt. He was so used to being greeted with a warm 'hey, kid!' and an arm around his shoulders that tears nearly sprung to his eyes at seeing and hearing for himself that Tony really did not remember them."

A river to skate away on by frostysunflowers

Peter has survived a spider bite, a building falling on him, turning to dust and being a teenager.

He can handle anything.

Except being forgotten.

who am i to you? by wisterispidey for Spencer_Loves_Cherries

He sighed with relief when he saw the suit’s faceplate lift up, but something didn’t seem right.

“Who are you?”

Peter froze. That was obviously Mr. Stark but it also wasn’t Mr. Stark.

Fuhgeddaboudit by SpideyFics

Hesitant, he approached the man, cautiously touching his shoulder. “Sir? Are you OK?” The man moved his head in response to hearing his voice, wincing. He’d been beaten, his face battered and bloody, and vivid bruises bloomed across his cheekbones and crept up from underneath his beard. “Huh?” he said, his eyes fluttering open. “Who’re you?” And wasn’t that the million-dollar question, because he had no clue. No ideas. No memories. A teenager and a man wake up in a cell with injuries, no personal memories, and no apparent means of escape.

How Could I Forget You? by inkinmyheartandonthepage

Tony knows that this kid is important somehow, knows deep in his heart that the kid is special. He just can’t remember who he is.

I'm Peter Who? by inkinmyheartandonthepage

Where was he?

Who was he?

Peter wakes up in an alley way with a throbbing head and no idea who is.

Remembering You by Kevy_Grayce for opal_earrings

All Tony can do is stare at the pale, unmoving form of Peter as hands force his heart to beat and air is pushed into his lungs. This time it’s different. There's no beeping to prove he's still alive as he lies there, no steady rise and fall of his chest. Nothing. Tony doesn't realize he's on his knees until hands are gripping his shoulders. “No. No no no no, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. Please, don't go, I'm so sorry, I still need you, kid, I didn't-” He's cut off by his own sobs, vaguely aware of the steady arms that keep him up as he curls in on himself. I didn't mean it, he desperately repeats in his head, begging in a way he had never begged before. Or: Peter gets amnesia after a grueling fight, forgetting who he is to Tony.

Nice work, kid by madasthesea

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All I've ever known (is how to hold my own) by notapartytrick

Peter Parker fishes out a five. “Thank you.” MJ stows it, feeling like an interaction like this can’t just end here. But here they are. “No problem.” “I’ll, uh, see you around,” he tells her with a little tilt of his head as he turns away. And before he goes, he fishes something out of his back pocket and shoves it in the tip jar without looking at her. He speed-walks out. MJ stares at his retreating back. Then she stares at the tip jar, no longer empty. She fishes out the bills: a ten and two fives. A ten? And– Peter Parker just tipped her twenty dollars.

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Michelle Jones, begrudging waitress at Peter Pan Donuts, comes across a customer who feels strangely familiar and decides to do what she does best - solve the case.

Retrograde by madasthesea

Prompt: what about the remember me one? seen a lot of fics with peter getting amnesia but never one of tony forgetting anything? could be a nice switch to see how peter would deal with that + tony trying to figure out how he went from a wild playboy to a supposed superhero with a teenager.

Tony gets amnesia. When Peter comes to visit him in the hospital, Tony takes one look at him and immediately assumes that Peter's his son.

Loved You to Pieces by Gingerquery (PeppermintTegan)

But time is on nobody's side --- Peter Parker keeps coming in to the bake shop, keeps invoking deja vu in Ned and MJ, keeps walking out with a sad smile, a coffee, and a pleasant goodbye. Well, Ned Leeds has some new tricks up his sleeve and wants to know just who this strange stranger is. The answer only leads to more questions.

mongoose dreams by sushicorps (Inclinant)

The formidable Morgan Stark - also princess, miniature terror, little miss, baby mo, precious Morguna - has also once been described by someone (actually one formerly existing Peter Parker) to be as headstrong as a wild mongoose.

So at the grand age of almost six years old, Morgan has now decided (declared) that she wants her entire family at her birthday party.

Yes, including her big brother that no one seems to remember.

gone with the arm by turtle_bean for polaroid15

Tony cracks open his eyes again and turns to face the boy, who looks positively heartbroken. “You, uh, don’t... remember me?”

“Kid, I don’t remember anything,” Tony groans, pushing himself into an upright position with his left arm and holy shit - where the fuck is his right arm? "What – my arm.”

or, after the snap, tony seems to remember everything except peter, plus the reason that he no longer has an arm.

[bad things happen bingo / prompt: amputation]

The more you say, the less I know by for_the_night

Peter imagined what Tony's first words would be when he woke from his coma. He supposed he'd be shocked by the lack of arm, or maybe he'd just be grateful he survived. Maybe he'd come out with a witty one liner about saving the world single-handedly. He never imagined it being 'who are you?'

or Tony wakes up from snapping with amnesia and for the life of him can't remember the kid hanging around, claiming to be 'just an intern'. Feelings get hurt.

Hold On To It All My Son by for_the_night

*NWH SPOILERS* Tony wakes up one day feeling like he’s missing something. He couldn’t understand why he risked his life inventing time travel for Spider-Man when he didn’t even know the face behind the mask, so Tony makes the decision to find out. He gets more than he bargained for.

…

“That’s you isn’t it? Wow look at you go.” The overwhelming feeling of deja vu almost made Peter’s knees buckle. He couldn’t go through this again.

Where Is My Brother? by eliotandq

They were supposed to celebrate Christmas together, but neither Peter nor Aunt May ever showed up. And then Happy came and told them the sad news of Aunt May's death, but no one mentioned Peter. No one has ever mentioned Peter, and when Morgan asked about him, everyone pretended not to know him.

Except they didn't pretend and she was the only one who remembered Peter. Her brother.

If This is What I Get, I Will Take it by mikimouze16

NWH Spoilers

Peter had been putting of visiting Ned and MJ because he wasn’t sure if he could handle them not recognizing him. Thankfully, their bond is stronger than any magic spell that can be cast.

Or where I fix the ending scene because it’s been weeks and I’m still broken, thank you very much.

Missing Pictures by rainbowanatomy

Redacted. That’s the word Pepper keeps coming back to as she waits for Peter Parker to pick up her call.

Marshmallows & Chocolate Shavings by spideybegins

“This is you, isn’t it?” Tony held it out. Peter reached out, his hands shaking as he took it from him.

It was the picture they took at Stark Industries. They needed proof for May that he was working as an intern there, so Tony had a certificate made. It was Peter’s idea to give each other bunny ears, but Tony was the one who held the certificate upside-down. They’d barely known each other then, but they’d both laughed when they realized his mistake.

A couple of tears ran down his cheeks as Peter gripped the frame. “Yeah,” he choked out. “That’s— That’s me.”

Peter knew Tony had the photo. He kept it in his lab. Once the spell was set and done, he figured Tony would’ve thrown it out. Why would he hang onto a picture of someone he didn’t recognize?

Peter never told him, but knowing it was there made him feel so important. He should’ve told him.

“You’ve shivering,” Tony commented, just like Pepper had. His anger had turned into a shade of worry and concern. With a small shake of his head, he moved out of the way. “Get in here.”

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Or the one where the world has forgotten Peter, and Peter still finds himself at the Starks' cabin anyway. Set after Spider-Man: No Way Home. Spoilers ahead.

The world kept you like a secret, but I kept you like an oath by for_the_night

NWH SPOILERS At 23:37 Doctor Strange casts a spell to make the universe forget Peter Parker.

At 23:36 Tony Stark's heart stops for three minutes. When he comes to, no one remembers his kid, but you best believe he's going to do everything he can figure out why. He isn't going to lose his Spider-ling again.

Missing Memories by Sillysbarka16

Peter lost his memories in a battle and wakes to think Tony is his dad.

Tony doesn't correct him.

Workplace Safety 101 (don’t give a nail gun to the new kid) by inkinmyheartandonthepage

A work place accident leaves May in the hospital where she gets a surprising visit and even more surprising news.

May suffers a head wound and forgets Peter.

Wrong Number by Anarchyduck

Peter sends the text message without even thinking. A stupid meme, something he knows Ned would laugh at.

His phone chimes with a message.

who is this?

I just want you to know who i am by strkhollnd

"Do you ever talk about chemistry with random boys in a coffee shop?" Peter tried to play.

"Only the sad-faced and extremely intelligent ones." the man smiled in amusement.

Or: After the events of no way home Peter is in a coffee shop when a familiar face appears to him

Baby Spider Protection protocol by GNM_dreaming_girl

SPOILERS !!!! Don't read if you haven't watched the movie.

Regardless of what happened at the end of the movie, FRIDAY's protocols are still well in place.

note to self: don't get kidnapped by OnlyForward

Peter gets kidnapped and gets temporary amnesia. When a man he doesn't recognise rescues him in some kind of metal suit and keeps checking to see if he's okay, Peter jumps to the conclusion that he's his dad after a passing comment.

Whumptober Prompt 30: Note to self: Don’t get kidnapped

#iron man #irondad and spiderson #irondad fics #spider-man #spider-man no way home #spider-man fics #fic recs #peter parker #peter parker fics #tony stark #tony stark fics #amnesia fics

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betterto-die-thanto-crawl · 1 year

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HAVE A QUIZ!!!!

WHAT FAIRYTALE ARCHETYPE ARE YOUUUUU?!?!

(hey guys look i did a hyperlink 🤣)

Tagged By: Stolen from: @deafandstoned MWAHAHAHAHA

Tagging: @w-o-r-d-s--f-a-i-l (esp. for James i'm so curious 😭), @sparksofdaylight , @orchestrahearts , @mythunderlegion , @heirtothetrib , @brooklynnewsies (YO FOR DAVEY ESPECIALLY), @grazziella and @ycllowhaired , @oughtabeinpxctures (Crutchie DEMANDS TO KNOW ABOUT SPOOKY DAD... and Spooky Sib, too!), @birdhouse-in-thesoul (for any of your various children!!!), @armandlucienduval... and anybody else who wants to!

(I did this for most of my muses, so I am grouping them together by the answer they got!)

Crutchie Morris, Jack Kelly, Prince Zuko, Anthony Hope

Your Result:

the long-suffering knight

“Lancelot is: […] Probably sadistic or he would not have taken such frightful care to be gentle. […] 6. Ferociously punitive to his own body. He denies it and slave-drives it. 7. Devoted to ‘honour,’ which he regards as keeping promises and ‘having a Word.’ He tries to be consistent. 8. Curiously tolerant of other people who do not follow his own standards. He was nor shocked by the lady who was naked as a needle. 9. Not without a sense of humour. It was a good joke dressing up as Kay. And he often says amusing things. 10. Fond of being alone. 11. Humble about his athleticism: not false modesty. 12. Self-critical. Aware of some big lack in himself. What was it? 13. Subject to pity, cf. no. 3. 14. Emotional. He is the only person Mallory mentions as crying from relief. 15. Highly strung: subject to nervous breakdowns. 16. Yet practical. He ends by dealing with the Guinevere situation pretty well. He is a good man to have with you in a tight corner. […]18. Human. He firmly believes that for him, it is a choice between God and Guinevere, and he takes Guinevere. He says: This is wrong and against my will, but I can’t help it. […] People he was like: 1. Lawrence of Arabia, 2. A nice captain of the cricket, 3. Parnell, 4. Sir W Raleigh, 5. Hamlet, 6. Me, 7. Prince Rufant, 8. Montros, 9. Tony Ireland or Von Simm […] or whatever, 10. Any mad man, 11. Adam.” — TH White. Torn between guilt and devotion, he represents the late medieval anxiety of whether equal devotion to one's lady and one's liege is possible. He loves both, so he must lose both. He can only end the story happy if he either refuses to indulge his temptation or leaves this world – either for heaven or the fairy realm.

Peter Darling Pan

Your Result:

the monstrous bride

“Just as the ultimate goal of Arthurian quest finally defines itself as the Holy Grail, the object that can never be assimilated into the real world, so the ultimate woman of romance is a fairy mistress, or fairy queen.” — Helen Cooper The monstrous bride is not necessarily monstrous, but she is, by definition, inhuman, which is part of her je ne sais quoi. Her happiness often depends on whether her groom knows her inhuman. If he does not, he is bound to find out before the story concludes, at which point he will either be repulsed by his wife's deceit and leave her, or attempt to make the relationship work, but fail, because he is operating under a misinterpretation of her nature. If he is aware of her inhuman identity, it will often be one of the factors leading to his attraction to her, and he will be rewarded with her love – but often at the cost of abandoning his previous life completely.

Belle

Your Result:

the wicked witch

“All witches are selfish, the Queen had said. But Tiffany’s Third Thoughts said: Then turn selfishness into a weapon! Make all things yours! Make other lives and dreams and hopes yours! Protect them! Save them! Bring them into the sheepfold! Walk the gale for them! Keep away the wolf! My dreams! My brother! My family! My land! My world! How dare you try to take these things, because they are mine” – Terry Pratchett. The witch needn't be wicked, though she can be. Cannibalism is never out of the question. She lives in a gingerbread house, or one standing on a chicken foot. She meddles only if asked, and the unwise often ask her. The very wise do as well. Those in-between prefer to give her distance, something she appreciates. She appreciates her solitude almost as much as she appreciates her cat.

Romeo Montague, Connor Murphy, Oscar Delancey (1992sies!), Orpheus

Your Result:

the fool

The fool is a distorted reflection of the witch – he is as intelligent as her, but while she chooses seclusion, he functions close to power. Some love him, some despise him, all see him as harmless – perhaps wrongly. He hears a lot. Perhaps more than any other character, he knows he is in a story.

Enjolras, Johnathan Harker

Your Result:

the boy king

The boy king has a huge burden placed on his shoulders. With a dead father who perished in battle or was poisoned, a shrewd and scheming mother, an abundance of homicidal relations, and a nation to rule, he can either become a puppet or the most formidable ruler a nation has seen.

#ooc: out of crutchies #i won't grow upi don't want to go to school just to learn to be a parent and recite a silly rule: quizzes

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movedyoakkemae · 3 years

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tony stark // tag drop.

⤷ tony s.【 ❝ if we can’t protect the world you can be damn sure we’ll avenge it. ❞ 】threads.

⤷ tony s.【 ❝ i see a suit of armour around the world. ❞ 】musings.

⤷ tony s.【 ❝ i shouldn’t be alive unless it was for a reason. ❞ 】headcanons.

⤷ tony s.【 ❝ i think i would just cut the wire. ❞ 】aesthetics.

⤷ tony s.【 ❝ i came to realise that i had more to offer this world than just making things blow up. ❞ 】visage.

⤷ tony s.【 ❝ the end of the path i started us on. ❞ 】drabbles.

⤷ tony s.【 ❝ i’m sorry earth is closed today. ❞ 】opens.

⤷ tony s.【 ❝ cheap tricks and a cheesy one liner. ❞ 】metas.

⤷ tony s.【 ❝ i’ll put you on hold. i like to watch the light blink. ❞ 】answered.

⤷ tony s.【 ❝ i have to protect the one thing i can’t live without. ❞ 】relations.

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thatblackravenclaw · 2 years

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You're The Best Thing

Masterlist

author note: YOU GUYS HAVE NO IDEA HOW LONG I'VE BEEN WANTING TO WRITE THIS!!!! My excitement for this is beyond compare. I really really hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Sam Wilson x fem!reader

word count: 2.7k (my longest one yet)

song: Never Knew I Needed -Ne-Yo

warning(s): cursing, SMUT!!!!!, p in v, fingering, protected sex, oral (fem receiving), fluff

background info: everyone is alive, Steve didn't go back in time and stay there with Peggy, but still chose to retire and pass the shield to Sam.

For the way you changed my plans

“Sam, I would like you to show the new recruit around.” Tony says to me as he walks into the kitchen.

“Why me? You know that I have more stuff to do now that I’m Captain America, right?”

“Which is why you’re perfect to show her around. Now get to it rocket man. She’s coming up the elevator right now.”

I sigh before turning back to Bucky.

“Can’t believe I’m stuck giving the newbie a tour.”

“Maybe she’s cute.”

“Maybe she’s a child. You know how Tony does recruits. Look at the spider.”

Right as Bucky opens his mouth to respond, I hear the most heavenly voice I’ve ever heard.

“I’m actually 29, but at least I’m not a bitter old man like you.”

I turn around to see her full lips turn into a smirk at me before walking towards us. I have never seen someone so gorgeous in my life. I mean Nat is gorgeous, but this girl is gorgeous.

Her hips sway as she walks towards the kitchen and I can’t help, but to stare. Good Lord.

I shake myself out of the trance I’m in. I must stay focused. I was able to fuck around a bit as Falcon, but just from the one sentence she has said to me, she has me wanting to change my plans up a bit.

“So, Captain America, too busy being you or can you show this child around?”

“I don’t know. Is it okay for this bitter old man to show you around?”

“If you continue to be bitter then maybe I should just explore on my own.”

She’s even able to match my banter.

“Come on. I’ll even let you have one of my juice boxes Stark packed with my lunch today.” She says to me before I can respond to her.

Showing her around wasn’t half bad. She’s amazing. She’s from New Orleans, which is only a bit over 2 hours from Delacroix, her power is being able to multiply herself, she helped take down the Red Room with Nat, and her favorite food is seafood, more specifically, Crawfish.

I tell her about Sarah, my nephews, make fun of Bucky for a bit and then I show her where her room is.

Her bags and boxes are in the room, so I decide to leave her to unpack.

“Tired of babysitting?”

“No, just got Captain America things to do.”

“Mm, well, you know where to find me.”

“That I do.”

For being the perfect distraction

1 month later

“I know it’s a whole team of us, but Steve never talked about how hard it is to be him”

I see y/n roll her eyes before she beckons me over.

“Alright come here old sport. Sounds like you need a music break.”

“I can’t. I need to get the paperwork ready-“

“No. You need to get your ass over here and take a music break with me, because you’re gonna die from stress and I will be the last person to have been with you if you do and I will get blamed for your death, so come here.”

I roll my eyes and begrudgingly walk around the couch to the middle of the living room. A slow song starts to play, but that doesn’t seem to stop her. It’s actually one of our favorite songs, A Sunday Kind of Love by Etta James.

I wrap my arms around her waist, and she wraps hers around my shoulders. She was right, I really did need this. Being in her arms calms me down so much it’s ridiculous. I’m really starting to like her which was not a part of my plans. I was supposed to do the Captain America thing without romance. Steve was able to do it. I needed to focus on being a role model to people like me. I needed to show Isaiah that what I did was not a mistake, but she just came in here and took the idea that I had and of everything that I wanted to have and made me see that there was something missing. Fun, Laughter, Friends, Family, Love.

For the way you’re something that I’d never choose

But at the same time something I don’t want to lose

3 months later on a yet another life threatening mission

“Sam, if I multiply I could go in and save those people!” I hear y/n say through my earpiece

“okay, but the fire is quickly spreading, and you could die.”

I wait to hear a response.

“y/n, do you copy? Do not go in until I give you the all clear.”

Static, then boom, explosion from the 4th floor. Where the victims are.

Please don’t let her be up there. Please let her have listened to me for once.

I feel Pietro run by me. I look over to the direction he was headed and see the people I think y/n was talking about.

I run over there and make sure everyone is okay before I turn to Pietro.

“Where’s y/n?”

“She was right behind me.”

I turn to look in the direction of where he came from and see her. As I start to run over there she disappears in thin air.

She multiplied.

How could she be so reckless? Why couldn’t she just listen to me just this once?

I hurry up and fly to the 4th floor. I make it through the fire as best as I can before looking around for her. I search for about five minutes before I see her lifeless body on the ground.

No. No. I refuse.

I pick her up and fly to the ground. I hear everyone’s voices, but my only concern is her.

She’s still alive, but her pulse is slow.

I quickly bring her over to the medic and they put an oxygen mask on her.

I don’t want to leave her, but I still have a job to do. I check on everyone else and make sure that there were no casualties. Thankfully everyone is safe. I tell the other Avengers to go to the compound and I’ll stay with y/n.

Once her pulse raises back up to normal I see her eyes flutter open. She looks around confused for a bit before reaching over to take off her mask.

“Told you I could do it.”

The way you smile and how you comfort me (with your laughter)

I must admit you were not a part of my book

But now if you open it I may take a look

You’re the beginning and the end of every chapter

2 weeks later

“Okay, but think about it, if there’s two of me having sex with someone then its technically a threesome because there are three people present.” She says to me.

“It’s just you though. It’s not like your twin or something. It’s literally just you multiplied, so no.” I reply while throwing back another beer.

I honestly don’t know how she came up with this topic. I just came into her room to vent about how I upset I was to find not only Bucky with my sister, but Bucky on a DATE with my sister when y/n decided that she just HAD to ask me this question.

Hearing y/n laugh right now is really the only thing holding me together. It’s so contagious that you can’t help but laugh with her. Everyone else feels the exact same way about her, but I think I’m falling in love with her.

You’re the best thing I never knew I needed

2 more weeks later

She’s out on a solo mission. I have never missed someone so much in my life. Life around the compound is so boring when she’s not around. I don’t even remember what it was like around here before she showed up. She turned everything upside down in the best possible way.

I told Tony that I felt like this mission was too dangerous for her to do. She should have at least brought Nat with her. Not that y/n isn’t capable of doing things on her own I would just feel better if she wasn’t alone.

A week later

She’s on her way back. The mission went successful and she’s on her way back. I need to tell her how I feel. I had no idea how deep my feelings for her were until I had to learn to live my daily life without her.

“Your girlfriend is back.” I hear Tony say to me as he walks past.

“She’s not my girlfriend.” I respond before picking up my pace and running outside to the landing strip.

As soon as she steps foot on the ground I start running at full speed toward her. Once I get to her I hug her while picking her up. I don’t let go for a good minute. Her scent was so overwhelming (in the best way) and something I missed after two weeks of being without.

Who knew that I could be

So unexpectedly

Undeniably happier

I put her down and interlock our fingers while walking into the compound. I don’t let her stop to talk to anyone because if I do I would lose my nerve.

I decide to take us to her room since it’s closer than mine.

I sit her down on the bed and stare at her for a bit.

“Okay, you got me here. Now what? Gonna have your way with me Cap?” she asks me while wiggling her eyebrows suggestively and letting out a short giggle. I know she’s teasing, but some part of me wishes she wasn’t.

“I love you. You were not a part of my plans at all. I was going to focus on my job and just get shit done, but you came here and flipped my world upside down. You’re always around driving me crazy, and I like it.”

I pause to take a breath.

“When you were gone all I could think about was you. I hate being without you. I fought off my feelings for so long. You are not someone I thought I would fall for, but I did and now it’s so clear, I need you here, with me, always.”

There’s a pregnant pause before she starts talking.

“I’ve loved you since the moment I first talked to you Sam.”

Words I never thought I would hear come out of her mouth. I sit down next to her and kiss her. I quickly learn that her kisses are as addicting as her personality. I gently lean her back and continue kissing her without parting from her lips. I could do this all day.

I feel her hands creep under my shirt which I take as a sign and reluctantly part from her. I take off my shirt and reach to take off hers. I start kissing around to find her sweet spot and whenever I find it I suck a hickey on her while her moans are egging me on.

Once I get down to her cleavage I unzip her bra from the front. Her nipples looked like they were begging to be sucked on, so I did, and it was probably one of the best ideas I’ve ever done. She let out little whimpers and I felt her try to gain friction from anything under me.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll make sure to give you everything you need.” I say while pulling away from her nipple and moving over to the other. I reach down to her bottoms and take them off and feel the pretty panties she’s wearing underneath.

I palm over her clothed pussy while sucking on her nipple for one more minute before moving stopping my hand movement and moving my mouth down past her navel. Once I get her panties off I’m faced with quite possibly the prettiest cunt I’ve ever seen. She’s wet, but I can get her wetter.

“Sam, please. Please don’t tease me. I need you.” I hear her say exasperatedly.

“I gotta get you warmed up for me baby.”

I kitten lick her clit and feel her hips buck up towards me when I move my tongue away from her. I continue licking her clit until I swipe my finger through her lips, and I feel she has gotten more wet. Once I’m satisfied with how turned on I’ve gotten her I ease a finger inside of her.

I stroke my finger in her slowly while continuing the stimulation on her clit. Her moans have gotten a bit louder now and I refuse to tell her to keep it down. I want everyone to hear how I’m making her feel.

Her hips buck up against my mouth and her moans get quicker, signaling she was close, so I start to suck on her clit while pumping my finger faster.

She lets out the most beautiful moan I’ve ever heard while shuddering through her orgasm. I place a small kiss to her clit and stand up.

While giving her time to recover, I grab a condom out of her top dresser and finish undressing. Her blissed out look and the way the shade the light coming from her lamp makes her look ethereal has my dick is brick hard and I can’t wait any longer to be inside of her.

I stroke myself while looking at her. Her pussy all sick from my mouth and her cum and her hands holding on to her tits. A sight for sore eyes.

I tap the head of my cock against her clit and watch her jerk from the overstimulation.

She looks up at me and nods her head to give me permission.

“I need words, honey.”

“Please, fuck me.”

And that’s all I need to hear before I slowly slide inside of her. I hear her let out a low “fuck” as I do so. Once I bottom out a stay there for a bit to get her used to my size. She feels so nice wrapped around me. The throbbing of her pussy making me want to cum right then and there.

She tells me I can continue, and I slowly start to thrust. She lets out quiet whimpers with each stroke.

I pick up the speed after a minute and with each thrust I feel her sucking me back in. She has her legs wrapped around my waist bringing me closer to her which in turns lets me hear her moans in my ear that she’s been trying to keep down.

Her moaning my name is so sweet that it motivates me to move faster. I lift off a bit so I can put some distance between us and rub light, quick circles on her clit before I hear her scream my name and squirt all over me.

Now that was a sight for sore eyes.

Once I feel her relax I move and sit on the end of the bed and have her to sit on my lap facing me and ease back inside of her. I lean back on my elbow while holding her waist with my other hand and start pounding into her.

It’s not long before I feel my impending orgasm.

“Sam, please give me your cum.” I hear her say while looking down at me.

“Fuck” I say with a rasp. I speed up a bit before I hear her talk again.

“Cum in me baby.”

And before I knew it I felt myself tense up and cum inside of her. I try ease her off of me, but she puts her arms around me, holding me tight.

“Stay inside me for a bit longer? Please?”

I chuckle at how flustered she looks and tell her that I need to throw away the condom before it leaks, and she needs to pee before she gets a UTI. She sighs knowing I’m right and we get up to go do what we need to do. About 3 minutes later we come back to her bed, and she lays in my arms.

“You know that wasn’t it, right?”

#marvel smut #mcu smut #sam wilson fanfiction #sam wilson x you #sam wilson x reader #sam wilson x fem!reader #sam wilson x y/n #sam wilson fic #sam wilson smut #sam wilson fluff

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babemendesbarnes · 3 years

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I say that I hate you with a smile on my face | oneshot

Paring: Avenger!Bucky x AvengerFem!Reader

Summary: You and Bucky were not friends, far from it, so when reckless actions on the field have you facing his anger, you can’t understand the reason behind his outburst. You’re not just going to let him talk to you like that, though, and facing Bucky Barnes is your favorite hobby.

Warnings: SMUT (18+ only), a few kinks (regular enemy’s to lovers shit), things on fire?, curse words.

Word count: 3.3k

A/N: This quote goes perfectly for these two. Hope you enjoy, and if you do, please let me know! It’s a lot of work to post here and your opinion would make me very happy!

“What the fuck is she doing?”

You could hear Barnes´s irritation as his voice came through the comms, your fellow Avenger´s behavior routine by now. Honestly, it never stopped you before, it wouldn’t stop you now.

You overheard him curse as you run faster, the air growing hotter as you get closer to the building.

“Y/N, do not proceed! The firefighters are going to be here any second.” Steve used what you liked to call his "Captain´s voice", but the firm tone didn´t scare you.

To be fair, running to a building on fire was kind of your thing. Like, you did this shit a lot more than you considered smart too.

You ran faster as another explosion took out more of the roof, touching your earpiece to respond.

“We don´t have time, Cap. I can´t leave them to die.”

“You also dying won´t help.” Barnes made a good point, but not one you could allow yourself to think about now.

You ran through flaming halls as you searched for the family on the top floor that got stuck as the Avengers helped the others get out earlier.

Your lungs were on fire, the piece of fabric you tore from your shirt not doing much to shield you from the dense smoke, legs throbbing by the time you heard faded cries for help. You reached the door isolating yourself from the screams, kicking it down. In the corner of what once was a bedroom, two men used their bodies to shield a pair of frightened babies beneath them. You kneeled beside them, yelling above the sounds of destruction. "I´ll get you out of here, but I need you to trust me!" Both men nodded their heads.

Taking both babies on your arms, you confined them inside the thick material of your jacket, closing the zipper to protect them from the smoke. You helped the men up and split your improvised mask in two, handing it to them.

Their lives were on your hands now, and you needed to get them out fast.

The construction could collapse any second, the exact reason why the flying Avengers couldn´t get to them earlier, the structure of the building too damaged to do so without the risk of the whole thing crashing down.

On the way back out, you had to drag the civilians down the stairs and halls more than once, the amount of smoke they inhaled causing them to get dizzy. So basically carrying four people through flames that surrounded you from every direction. Piece of cake.

You heard the walls crashing down behind you as the outside light was finally visible, and your comms came back to life.

“Y/N! This place is about to collapse, where are you?” Tony sounded concerned, but you couldn´t find the strength to respond, your lungs and legs burning.

You rushed the family in front of you and pushed them forward as you felt the floor shaking, your body leaving the construction a second before the entrance walls crumpled behind you.

Paramedics ran towards you, and you finally opened your jacket, revealing the small babies inside.

“We got them now, miss.” One said and took the kids to be put in oxygen. With a silent thank you, their parents followed with tears in their eyes.

Another paramedic approached. “Miss, can we check on you?”

“Take care of the civilians first.” Your voice was hoarse and your throat felt dry.

“But, miss...”

“Go.”

You saw his blue uniform getting farther away from you, as the world began to spin. Recognizing the uniforms of your friends, you reached forward, grabbing what was not there. Your legs gave out, and all you could feel was a hot and cold feeling.

As your vision blacked, you could sense the person running, the soft sound of the Quinjet doors closing the last thing you heard before darkness took over.

Your eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the dim light in the room. The mattress under you was way too soft, not the med bay´s hard one you expected to feel.

“Hey honey, how are you feeling?”

You turned around, seeing a smiling Wanda standing by your bed, Nat by her side.

“Hey.” You were confused as to why you were here, but the concern on Nat´s face made you let that go for now. “Good I think? My body is currently begging for mercy, but well, were Avengers, that´s just a case of the Mondays for us."

They both laughed softly and Nat took your hand in hers, sitting next to you and pulling you into a side hug.

“You scared us Y/N. You weren´t answering and for a second I was afraid we were going to lose you.” Looking into her and Wanda´s eyes, you felt the guilt, a weight on your chest. You looked down, blinking away tears.

“I´m sorry, I won´t do it again.”

“We all know that´s not true, honey,” Wanda said, joining you guys at the bed and you giggled.

The red-head witch turned on the TV and you remembered to ask why you weren´t in the med bay, but they both just looked at each other with lips pulled into smirks and told you that you would soon figure it out.

You three spent the whole day like that, watching trashy reality shows and some weird Russian films Natalia forced you to watch, even though the only thing you understood was the action scenes. What were they even fighting about? That you had no idea.

By the time F.R.I.D.A.Y let you know Steve wanted to see you, the sun had already begun to set.

You walked to the meeting room and found Steve, Sam and Barnes sitting at the long table. Sam was laughing at something and- wait, was tin man blushing?

“Hey, guys.” They all turned at you with dear caught in the highlights looks and you had to hold in a laugh. “You asked to see me, Steve?”

“Yes, I did. Please sit down Y/N.”

You did as he told and watched as Steve stared at you with the same worried expression you noticed on the girls earlier.

“You can´t keep doing this Y/N. It´s not the first time you put your life at risk in a mission, and we can´t keep counting on luck.”

Of course, you would get a Captain America speech.

“Look, I get it, but what did you want me to do?” You heard the former Winter Soldier huff and you rolled your eyes, so fucking done with his bullshit. “What now Barnes?”

“Maybe not running to eminent death would be a good idea.”

He was mad, which wasn´t exactly news since White Dog and you never really got along. He always said you were reckless, joking around way too much on the field, and you always thought he was way too serious, never even cracking a smile. You two could be colleagues, and you had a lot of respect for the soldier, but you two were like fire and ice.

“And maybe I should´ve waited for the firefighters like I was told to, and then a whole family would be dead now.”

Silence took over the room. Yes, you knew you had to be more careful, but how could you when you knew people were in danger?

“We just want you to be safe Y/N. You scared us.” The Falcon´s sweet tone made you regret being so straightforward.

“I know Sam. And I´m sorry I did, I just... this is the job, isn´t it? We all risk our lives every day to help people. I chose this, and I´m aware of the possible consequences-”

“Consequences? You´re saying your death would be a consequence?” Barnes got up, his chair falling to the floor and his voice way louder than before.

You stand up, your hands hitting the table as you spoke.

“It´s my fucking life, Barnes. I don´t even get it, why are you so mad about this, anyway?”

He stared at you for a second, his face red and his stare burning through you before storming out of the room.

“What the fuck was that?” you thought out loud.

“Language. And I think he´s just worried like we all are.”

You almost laughed at the thought, Barnes worried about you? Yes, totally the case.

“That´s not it. But he can´t just say shit like that and run away.” You walked out of the room hearing Steve mumble something about how people your age have to wash their mouths with soup.

You knew Barnes would be going to his room, probably locking himself there until morning like he always did, but not today.

You slammed your fist on his door.

"What?!" he opened the door, his face just starting to return to its regular shade.

"Why are you so mad?"

He tried closing the wood, separating you two, but you knew him, hands on your hips and determination in your eyes, your foot stoped the door.

"I asked you a question, Barnes."

The man looked like he wanted to punch you, to scream at your face, push you to a wall and tell you all the things he hated about you, but instead, he did something that surprised you even more.

He kissed you.

Soft lips touched yours, his rough flesh hand gently cupping your face as your body stood stuck on the spot. He backed away just a little, your lips instinctively moving forward, looking for his.

His forehead touched yours, his chest rising and falling quickly, your own heart beating so fast, you knew he could hear.

His fingers moved to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, eyes boring into you.

"I caught you, and you were barely breathing when doctor Cho started working on you." He talked fast, and with the confusion in your mind, you could barely keep up. "I know you hate to stay in the med bay, so I took you to your room, but you still looked so beaten up-" Bucky stopped, shaking his head like he was trying to get his thoughts in order. He looked down at you and for a second you swore there were tears in his eyes. "I can´t lose you, Y/N."

This time, you kissed Bucky.

There was no tenderness in this kiss, your hands roamed on his neck, his on your waist, pulling you to his room. You kicked the door close, your fingers tangling on Barnes´s long locks, his hands against your covered thigh, boosting you up, your covered center brushing against the prominent bulge on his jeans, making you both moan at the sensation.

"Fuck, doll." his hips pressed you to the wall, his thigh in between yours, keeping you in place.

Tugging at the bottom of his shirt, Bucky lifted his arms, the piece of clothing thrown somewhere in the room.

His flesh hand wrapped around your throat, a gasp left your lips and his eyes widen.

"You like that, don´t you?" he smirked as he pushed your chin up with his nose, lips traveling your neck, barely touching the skin.

"Stop being a tease, asshole." he cut you off as he sucked at your skin, a moan erupted from you. You knew a purple mark would soon be there, and the thought had you panting.

Barnes looked at you, the blue in his eyes long gone, his pupils dilated with lust, looking almost completely black.

"Is that what you want, doll?" He kept sucking bruises in different spots, making sure to leave hickeys behind. "For me to mark you up? Make you mine?"

His tongue traced the marks, the warm feeling going straight down to your core. His grip on your throat got tighter, and you gasped.

"I asked you a question, Y/N."

Rocking your covered center against Barnes thigh, you felt his muscles clenching under you. Your feet touched the ground and you pushed the soldier to his knees.

"Fuck you, Barnes. Now make good use of that mouth, will ya? You talk too much.”

He ripped your shirt, and you had to stop yourself from slapping him in the face. You pushed him away before he could get to your pants.

"No, I like this one." he laughed as you removed the jeans, but silence took over as you stood before him, body only covered by black lace. Liking his lips, he pushed you against the door, drooping to his knees before you.

"You are going to be the death of me, doll."

Barnes pulled your leg to his shoulder, and you shuddered when his tongue moved against the fabric, moving it to the side and tasting you.

Your head fell back and you were sure the motherfucker was trying to torture you, his teasing tongue licking your pussy from top to bottom, fingers dangerously close to that one place that had you seeing stars.

"Bucky."

The sound of his name on your lips made him feral, his tongue making you feel things you didn´t even know you could. His nose brushing against your clit as his tongue invaded you.

"Fuck." you pulled at his hair, and he moaned against your core.

One thick finger slowly entered you, your mouth hanging open at the pleasure. "Got to get you ready for me." He put a second finger in, and you couldn´t hold the loud moan you let out.

He slowly pumped his fingers into you, your chest falling and rising quickly as his metal fingers found your clit, drawing circles in the bunch of nerves that took you closer to the edge.

Bucky noticed the way your thighs began trambling, your high just about to hit when he stopped, removing his fingers and ignoring the names you called him.

"Oh, no, doll, you´re cumming on my cock first." He picked you up and dropped you on his bed. "Don´t worry, I´ll have a better taste of you later."

His jeans fell to the floor, your mouth watering at the outline on his black boxers. You finally understood the reason behind the happy smiles of the girls that you saw leaving his room by morning.

Bucky kissed his way up your body, taking his time as he reached the inside of your thighs. Your fingers pulled on his hair, his lips never leaving your skin.

You kissed as your lives depended on it.

You palmed him through his boxers and he moaned against your mouth.

"Are you sure?" He gave you the same look from when he first kissed you. You had no idea what it meant, but something in you hoped to see it again. "I know you´re still healing-"

"I want to."

There was nothing left to say, no doughts left as you removed his underwear, your pussy clenching at the sight of his cock.

Your hands wrapped around the base, thumb spreading the precum all over his length.

He opened his first drawer, pulling out a condom, and you took it from his hand to put it on him yourself.

Bucky lowered himself, your chests touching as he positioned his member in your entrance.

"Tell me what you want, doll." you stared at him, panting, dying for more. "Beg for me."

"I will not-" his tip entered your channel, your eyes closing. "Bucky..."

He took your hands, holding them tight above your head. Inch by inch, his cock stretched your walls. His lips touched the tip of your ear, and his whisper made your whole body shiver. "Beg."

Your head screamed at you, your ego bruised enough already, but the feeling was just too good. Bucky Barnes was sin incarnated, and God, you never wanted to go to hell so badly.

"Bucky, please! Please, fuck me." You could feel his smile as he susurrated.

"Was it that hard?"

Before you could answer, Bucky moved, almost leaving you empty, before bottoming out.

You thought you had known pleasure before, but nothing compared to the feeling of Bucky inside you, hitting that spot within you with every thrust.

"Holy shit." he pulled your leg, holding it as he managed to go deeper inside of you. “You’re so fucking tight. Fucking made for me.”

His cold hand grabbed one of your breasts, his mouth on the other. He licked and bit your nipples, enjoying the feeling of your piercing on his mouth.

"God, such a good whore for me, hun?"

Your foot pushing against his ass, you begged him for more. "Harder, Bucky."

He pulled out, maneuvering you into your hands and knees, your ass up, and he smiled to himself.

Bucky pushed into you in one, hard thrust. His palm crashed into your ass and the hard slap had your body moving forward. He pulled you back and slapped your ass again, harder this time.

"Shhh, I know you can take it, doll."

The headboard rhythmically hit the wall, accompanied by the sound of skin slapping against skin, and with the pure smell of sex, the room felt and looked like pure sin.

"You thought about this before, doll?" Bucky´s hand grabbed the wood above your head, the sound against the wall louder as his thrust deepened. "Cause God, I did."

You moaned loud enough to wake the whole compound, Bucky´s dick twitching for being the one to get those sinful sounds out of you.

"You´re such a tease, Y/N. Walking around the compound when you knew I was the only one up in those red shorts you know had me drooling." Bucky pulled your hair, forming a make-shift ponytail and grabbing it. "Jerked off thinking about you, fucked all those pretty girls thinking about how it would feel if it was you in that goddamn uniform. I would take you in front of all those rookies that can´t take their eyes off of you, shove my dick down your throat as they watched. Would you like that, doll? Would you like me to show them who you belong to?" You nodded quickly, not able to form a sentence. Plus, the way your pussy clenched around him was just as good of a reply. "Good girl."

He kept thrusting into you, your vision going blurry at the intense pleasure, the burning on your ass bringing you closer to the edge.

"Bucky, I´m gonna-"

"No. Not until I say you can."

Your head was pushed to his pillow, his smell enveloping you. Suddenly, everything was Bucky. His scent, his touch, his sounds. You were drowning in him, and you still wanted more.

His fingers found your clit, your moans music to his ears. Your cheek pressed to his bed, Bucky fucked you like he hated you, and maybe he did, you had no idea, and right now, you couldn´t find it in yourself to give a fuck.

His hand wrapped around your throat, bringing you up to him, his torso against your back, your breasts bouncing at his force.

The assault on your clit and his cock hitting your g-spot had you seeing stars. Your body dangling on the edge of your high.

"Come for me, Y/N." His fingers sped up. "Come for me, doll."

Your body listened to him, eyes shutting close and mouth hanging open in a silent scream. A couple more thrusts and it was too much for Bucky, your walls hugged him like they were fucking made for him, and he came like he never had before, quietly moaning your name.

Bucky gently laid you on his bed, getting up and walking to his bathroom.

The feeling of emptiness that came over you was scary, but you ignored it as you began to feel the exhaustion.

He came back a couple of minutes later, helping you clean up with a washcloth. Laying beside you, you both breathing hard, your body´s covered in sweat, you laughed. "You know I still hate you, right?"

He looked at you, the most sincere smile you had ever seen on him plastered on his lips.

"Was about to say the same, doll."

You snuggled closer to him, his arms wrapping around you, and your head laying on his chest.

"You could." Your voice broke the silence.

"Could what?" His fingers danced through your hair

"Do the things you talked about." His lips turned into a smirk and you hated how your body got warmer at the thought.

"Yeah, maybe I will."

You both laid in each other's arms and Bucky was confused as he realized that for the first time in decades, he was truly at peace. Something in the way your fingers so tenderly traced the scars on his shoulder almost made him tear up.

When his breathing got slower and you knew Bucky was about to fall asleep, you looked up at him and said the words that had been on your mind since you met him, the words that scared, and freed you the most.

"I can´t lose you, either."

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unknownwriting · 3 years

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Straw Hats (Jinbe already in and can please with Carrot too? She is just adorable). Like how they will react to meeting Luffy's s/o or Luffy is with a woman and like "she is my lover!" I think it will hilarious 🤣🤣🤣🤣👌

Summary- straws hats reacting to Luffy’s girlfriend (platonic!!)

Characters - Roronoa Zoro, Nami, Go. D Usopp 🙇🏼‍♀️, Vinsmoke Sanji, Chopper, Nico Robin, Franky, Brook, Jinbe, Carrot

Warnings- none :)

I hope carrot joins the crew she is so cute. okok so this ones gonna be short bc I have to write to many people and I also changed it a bit

Roronoa Zoro

- Let’s be honest, zoro does not really care at all.

- he knows Luffy, so he finds it a bit weird that he was able to get a girlfriend in the first place. But he doesn’t think to much about it

- in his mind, your kinda like a 2nd captain. Well the whole crew things that but what you says go.

- he’ll also always be there to protect you too, even if you don’t need it. Luffy’s…well Luffy so he’s not always there to protect you so Zoro will always be there

- y’all definitely do get in stupid situations too just like him and Luffy. So it’s not uncommon for all 3 of y’all to get into trouble

Nami

- almost refuses to believe that your dating Luffy. She just can’t comprehend what you find in Luffy, but hey! Everyone has their types

- but with that being said, Nami is not scared to all Luffy what he needs to do and when. If your gonna date Luffy you definitely gonna be Nami’s best friend

- and it’s almost like she can read yalls minds too. She knows exactly what y’all want and when y’all want it and she won’t be afraid to saying anything to

- she’s kinda like the therapist in a way, you’ll go to her and rant and then Nami will go straight up to Luffy

- although Nami is still very confused on you dating Luffy and all, she’s still gonna be super supportive and always help y’all out

Go D. Usopp 🙇🏼‍♀️

- Usopp’s kinda like Nami, he’s just a bit to confused on why you would date Luffy but he kinda doesn’t care. As long as y’all are happy

- the 3 of y’all become one hell of a trio too. Always doing stupid stuff and getting in trouble and what not

- there will be some times where Usopp is confused on why y’all are dating but then there are other times where he’s in love with y’all being together

- like Nami, Usopp is not scared to point stuff out in the relationship too. Of course he’ll just do it in his own little way

- just like Nami is your wing women, Usopp is Luffy’s. I don’t make the rules it’s just how it is

Vinsmoke Sanji

- I mean I pretty sure I don’t even have to say it, he’s jealous. So jealous it’s kinda sad.

- Sanji definitely does not understand why you would chose Luffy over him. And he’ll definitely let everyone know that he’s not happy

- but of course he not gonna ruin it for y’all. Snaji may be jealous but he’s not a jerk. He’ll still flirt with you and all that but as soon as Luffy say something he’ll stop. Of course it not often bc Luffy dense

- but just like Nami and Usopp, they’ll definitely butt into the relationship and point things out. The 3 of them just form a little trio like that

- but of course, Sanji is happy for both you and Luffy even though he’s a bit hesitant

Tony Tony Chopper

- Chopper’s a reindeer soooo he doesn’t know much about Love and all that but just like everyone else his support of course

Nico Robin

- finds y’all 100% so cute. Especially since she’s older, she just loves how y’all are young and in love

- she doesn’t butt into the relationship like the others but she’ll ask you have things are going from time to time

- and if you need it, she always lend and open ear and help you work through your problems and whatnot

- she’ll also make jokes about y’all breaking up and being not able to live without each and all that. The others yell at her for that but just can’t help that

Franky

- he’s definitely a little shock when y’all do end up telling him y’all are dating. It’s just something he wasn’t really expecting

- he is soo like a dad.

- he’ll make sure Luffy is treating you right and all that, giving you attention and whatnot.

- like Robin he lend an ear just to hear you complain about Luffy or about a date y’all went on. Franky will also ask questions about everything too. It’s just him

Brook

- Now this classy-ish man right here will no doubt always play the violin for y’all when y’all have date nights and all

- he’ll definitely fantasize about y’all getting married and having kids and all. He’s definitely the best at making you all flustered

- he’s also very understand about y’all’s relationship. He’s been alive for a while so he knows a few things about relationship

- he’s honestly so happy for y’all

Carrot

- she was shocked when y’all were dating, not bc y’all were dating but just bc y’all are dating as pirates and all

- carrots like one of the youngest, so she finds y’all’s relationship so cute and everything

- she’s probably also the type to get flustered when the 2 of y’all do something couple-y and romantic

- carrot also loves to hear when you talk about y’all’s dates and all the romantic(??) things Luffy does for you

Jinbe

- he’s so unbelievably happy for y’all when he finds out y’all start dating. He knows it’s hard to date and all as a pirate so he’s happy y’all found something

- just like Robin and Franky, he’ll always lend an ear for you to rant and all and Jinbe will always say something to Luffy about it too. The 3 of them make up a little morale support group

- Jinbe is really wise and all so from time to time he’ll say a few words of wisdom just to make sure y’all’s relationship is toll going strong and all

#unknownwriting💕#one piece #one piece x reader #straw hats x reader #straw hats #monkey d. luffy #monkey d luffy x reader #carrot #Jinbe #roronoa zoro #vinsmoke sanji #usopp #Nami #nico robin #Franky #Brook #tony tony chopper

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lemonpeter · 3 years

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🧡Day 1: Inc*st🧡

Really starting off strong huh lol anyway, this is very background heavy (I don’t know what happened but now I’m obsessed) and I hope y’all enjoy 🧡

Warnings: inc*st, nff, father/son (but they don’t know), Peter is 18 and an intern at SI, brief substance ab*se mention (and impaired s*x, not between starker)

***

Tony never wanted kids. The thought of someone depending on him in such a way made him feel sick. So he always did all that he could to ensure nothing would happen.

There was always room for accident, though.

***

Tony never wanted kids. The thought of someone depending on him in such a way made him feel sick. So he always did all that he could to ensure nothing would happen.

He never had sex without multiple levels of protection. And he was famous enough that people rarely tried to argue against it. Sleeping with him at all fulfilled what they wanted.

So things were perfectly fine. He never had an issue, he was always completely safe with his partners.

Except for this one night.

He was in a self-destructive episode, in the downward spiral before he hit rock bottom. Mixed every possible substance that shouldn’t have been mixed, impairing him until he wasn’t sure which way was up.

And he had a woman spiraling right along with him.

Her name was…Mary. Mary something. She was a scientist in some field, but he didn’t catch anything else. Or he just didn’t remember it. It didn’t matter anyways, they were both just wanting to ignore what was around them. What their lives had served them.

And maybe he forgot to ask if she was on birth control when he sloppily kissed over her neck.

Maybe he fumbled with the condom to the point where she whispered, “We’ll be fine,” and he believed her.

How it happened didn’t matter. All that mattered was that it did.

Tony didn’t even know.

He didn’t ask for her number the next morning, he just hid out in the bathroom, emptying his stomach of its entire contents while he waited for her to leave.

She was gone by the time he could see straight.

Thank god.

He never heard from her again.

Mary Parker and her husband died six years later and he never knew.

He didn’t know that they had a son. Or she did, at least. There was no way for him to know that the son had been passed along to his aunt and uncle when no other relative was found.

He never knew that Mary Parker had a son. And that her husband wasn’t the one who got her pregnant.

She never crossed his mind again after she left him.

***

Enter Peter.

Tony had new interns come in every year, typically college students that needed the credits, but sometimes someone special would come along.

Peter was a high school senior, but he was one of the smartest people that Tony had ever come across.

Tony had a job lined up for him as soon as he graduated if he wanted it. Not that he’d told him that yet.

He swore that he wasn’t a stalker. He had to prove to Pepper that he wasn’t giving too much attention to one intern over another, and for him that meant that he needed to stay away from Peter personally.

No matter how tempting it was. There had to be a family history of such genius, right? That kind of brains didn’t just occur at random.

But he didn’t look into him at all. He wouldn’t even let himself google search his name.

Oh, but he wanted to. He wanted to know everything there was to know about Peter Parker.

Although maybe he could just do it the old fashioned way. Minimal favoritism involved.

He spent months working with Peter. They became friends. Close friends.

It got to the point where Tony couldn’t help the smile he had when he looked into those warm brown eyes.

He felt it happen, it was official. Peter Parker had his heart.

It didn’t matter how wrong it was, he couldn’t help it. The young man had completely gotten hold of him.

And he hoped that it was mutual.

***

“Peter, can you stay back for a second?” Tony was still standing at the lab table, eyes scanning over the coding that they’d put in place during the session.

Like that was actually what was on his mind.

The young man looked up with wide eyes. Very deer-in-headlights. But it was so cute on him.

“Y-yeah! I actually needed to tell you something, so yes, I can definitely do that.”

Peter sounded a bit nervous which made Tony pause. Maybe his confession could wait a while. Maybe forever. Whatever was on Peter’s mind was infinitely more important to him.

“Okay, you first. I can follow up.” Tony tucked his hands into his pockets, leaning back against the table.

His cheeks burned. “No- no, you can go first. Don’t worry.”

The older man let out a breath. “Peter, you say what you need to. I can wait.”

Peter looked at him, face flushed. He hadn’t really meant to blurt out that he had something to say. He’d thought about it, sure. But he didn’t know-

His brain couldn’t keep up with his body and suddenly he was leaning up, pressing his lips to Tony’s.

The older man froze. It wasn’t what he’d expected at all. But then he relaxed into it, kissing back.

Who knew that they both had the same confession?

But it wasn’t supposed to be happening.

Tony pulled away once he finally got control of his senses again, raking a hand through his hair. “Pete, I’m supposed to be the adult here. I can’t be a good role model if I’m….”

When was he ever a good role model?

“Let me start again. I’m an adult. Kid, I’m old. Old enough to be your dad. And you’re…how old?”

“I turned eighteen in august,” he supplied helpfully.

At least it was legal.

“Eighteen. That’s a thirty year age difference.” Jesus, he was creepy. Falling for an eighteen year old. He couldn’t even buy alcohol for himself.

Peter blinked up at him. “So? I like you, Mr. Stark. I don’t care how old you are.”

Tony sighed softly. “You’re gonna be the death of me. And it’s Tony. If this is what’s happening, call me Tony.”

Even though it had been his plan to confess his feelings anyway, the guilt was still eating at him. He had fallen for a teenager who was just barely legal.

“What is happening, Mr.- Tony?”

Tony leaned in for another kiss, sighing softly. “What do you want to happen, kid?”

“Oh. Well, um, not to be blunt, but- I just- I mean- I really want you.”

He was cute. Innocent. But Tony could tell that what he meant was a bit less innocent.

“Are you sure? You realize this is a bad idea on...a lot of levels, right?”

Peter huffed softly, looking up at him with a stubborn expression. “I don’t care. We can be sneaky.”

Tony snorted. ‘Sneaky’ wasn’t really how he’d describe it, but he had to remind himself that his terms were a lot different than Peter’s. Different generations and all that.

He was horrible.

“Okay, kid. We can take this upstairs-” where there was no one to walk in on them. “-and talk about what exactly you’re thinking.”

“How about we don’t talk about it and we just...do?” Peter gave him a shy, devious smile.

“Uh huh. We’ll see.”

Tony grabbed his wrist gently, glancing in the hallway to make sure that no one was coming before he dragged him to the elevator.

Before he could get another word out, Peter’s lips were on his again. And this time there was more heat behind it.

He kissed back, eyes slipping shut just as the elevator doors did. Their lips pushed together insistently and he felt Peter’s tongue clumsily swiping over his lip.

He suppressed a laugh and parted his lips, allowing Peter to lead.

It was all so curious and clumsy that he wondered just how many times Peter had ever kissed anyone. If any. But that was a question for later.

The elevator dinged softly when they reached the penthouse and only then did they pull away from each other.

Tony led Peter out, instantly heading for his bedroom. Bad idea or no, he’d imagined such a scenario so many times. He didn’t want to waste any time.

“Tony?” Peter spoke up, eyes on the bed. “I know this is really straightforward, but I’m glad you, like, don’t hate me. I’ve thought about this...a lot.”

“You and me both,” the older man murmured. “Something I feel like we should cover before anything else...how far are you wanting to go?”

Peter chewed his lip. “Not to rush things, but I really really want to go all the way.”

“Well, not to rush things, but I want that too.” Tony gave him a small grin. “Do you have a preference?”

“Hmm?”

The confused look that he got made him feel guilty again. Just how much had Peter ever done with anyone else?

“Top or bottom, honey. Receiving or giving, pitching or catching, whatever you want to say. What do you want to do?”

Peter blushed, deciding to distract from the question at hand by pulling his shirt off.

It worked. Tony’s attention was instantly elsewhere, his eyes focused on his trim waist but hard muscle.

“Jesus, kid. That’s...wow.” If he wasn’t hard before, he was definitely getting there from seeing just what his innocent little intern was hiding under loose clothing.

“Like it?” The young man grinned to himself, one hand sensually sliding from the v of his hips up to his chest.

Perfect abs. Round, firm pecs. Jesus, Tony was entranced.

But he remembered what he’d asked. “Peter, top or bottom. What’s your preference?”

“I- I don’t...know.”

There it was.

Tony looked at him, tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip quickly. “You’re a virgin.” It wasn’t a question. He knew it for sure. It wasn’t surprising.

Peter got defensive. “I’ve done some stuff.”

“Uh huh. What ‘stuff’?”

He refused to look at Tony, his eyes on his hands as he played with the button on his jeans. “I’ve given oral. Guys and girls. And I’ve gotten, like, a couple handjobs and blowjobs.”

Tony closed his eyes. “I shouldn’t be your first. This- Peter, this is such a bad idea. You should be with someone your own age.”

Peter made an indignant sound, popping the button on his jeans and unzipping them out of protest. “I don’t want someone my own age. I want you.”

He said it with such finality.

Tony stepped closer to the bed, his hands cupping Peter’s face gently. “You promise me you won’t regret this?”

“There’s nothing that could make me regret this.” Peter unbuckled Tony’s belt, slowly pulling it out of the loops before dropping it to the floor.

Tony nodded slowly, not fighting when Peter pushed his slacks down. It was really happening.

“Holy shit-” Peter’s eyes were wide. His eyes were fixed on the way that Tony’s dick was straining at the front of his tight boxers. There was a nervous look in his eyes.

“Good or bad?” Tony teased a little.

“Good. Good, oh man.” Peter reached down and squeezed himself hard. “So big….”

That was nice to hear. “You think so? Do you think you could take it, sweetheart?”

Peter’s fingers ghosted over the length slowly, making it twitch in its confines. “I...I want to try.”

Tony nodded. “We’ll make it fit. Let’s finish getting you undressed.” He pulled his own shirt off and tossed it to the floor before getting onto the bed next to Peter.

He finished pulling the young man’s zipper down and helped him shimmy out of his jeans. Peter’s thighs were gorgeous, Tony was nearly drooling over them. But he couldn’t get distracted.

“May I?” He met the young man’s eyes, his fingers slipping into the waistband of his boxers.

Peter nodded, breathing hard as he laid back more.

Tony slowly pulled the piece of clothing down, biting his lip when he watched Peter’s cock drop against his hip once it was no longer covered. “So hard for me, honey. Look at that.”

The younger man blushed darker. “I’ve wanted this for a long time, Tony….”

“God, me too. Me too, kid.” He pushed his own boxers off, unable to keep himself from wrapping one hand around himself and stroking slowly.

Peter watched him with wide eyes. “Okay. I want you inside me. Now.” He kicked his boxers away, grinning a little.

Tony laughed softly at his eagerness. “We have to get you ready first. Hold on, let me show you….”

Turns out that Peter was incredibly responsive to everything and by the time he was open enough for further activities Tony had already worked him through an orgasm.

If Peter was that responsive to just his fingers, he couldn’t wait to get his cock in him. And the young man was still raring to go.

Tony grabbed a condom - habit, it wasn’t like they were preventing anything - but Peter stopped him.

“Why can't we just do it…without?” He asked shyly.

“I mean…we can. But you’ll have to clean up and that can be annoying.”

“I want…I want to feel you. Is that okay?” Peter hid his face in his hands, embarrassed by the admission.

Tony nodded, biting back a smile. “Yeah. That’s okay.” He set the foil square down on the nightstand before moving back to the young man.

He got between his legs, hands sliding over the strong thighs he was met with. “You’re absolutely gorgeous, kid. I hope you know that.”

Peter smiled up at him, spreading his legs further. “Thank you, Tony….” He leaned back more, laying his head down. “Now hurry up,” he joked.

Grabbing the lube and slicking himself up, the older man shook his head. “Impatient,” Tony chided, laughing softly. But he was already moving to position his cock at the man’s hole, the tip brushing over him.

They both moaned softly, laughing a little at how in sync they were.

“Fuck me, Tony…please?”

The older man nodded, slowly pushing past the tight muscle with a groan. Even though he’d prepped him, Peter was still tight. Just perfectly so.

Peter was tightly gripping the sheets, popping a couple threads even, with the first movements.

It seemed like his effort was in vain, but he really wanted to try to last.

Tony bottomed out, hips pressed flush against Peter’s ass.

The younger man was whining low in his throat at the feeling. His cock twitched between them. He knew that if he was touched at all before he could calm down a little, everything would be over way before he wanted it to be.

“Need me to stay still?” Tony asked. He could tell that Peter was struggling.

He nodded quickly, squeezing his eyes shut. “Yes. Fuck.”

“Okay, honey. Don’t worry, we can take this at whatever pace you want.”

Peter nodded, trying to get a hold on how he was feeling.

It took him a couple minutes, but eventually he signaled Tony that he was okay. And he could start moving.

So he started slow, but Tony started thrusting when he was given the okay.

Peter moaned, mouth falling open around his noises.

He tightened around Tony’s cock, squeezing down with every movement. Then he cried out when a particularly deep thrust hit something that made him see stars.

“What was that?” Peter gasped, hips rocking up wildly.

Tony groaned, laughing a little through it. “I’m going to, fuck, I’m going to assume that was your prostate. Feels good, doesn’t it? I should have showed that to you when I was fingering you.”

“Do it again!”

The older man snorted, aiming for the same spot again as he picked up his pace. He held one of Peter’s legs, lifting it just enough so that he could get at a deeper angle. “I can try.”

From the increasingly louder noises he received, he assumed he succeeded.

He was so lost in the feeling of Peter that he missed how close to the edge his partner was getting. All that registered was how incredible (borderline painful) it felt when the younger man squeezed around him like that.

Then Peter was crying out louder and thrusting up as he spilled onto his stomach.

Tony swore under his breath. “God, Peter.” He watched him, subconsciously speeding up as he chased his own high.

“Tony!” Peter moaned, eyes squeezed shut as he rode out his high. It was the best orgasm he’d ever experienced, alone or otherwise.

But he slowly opened his eyes, wanting to watch Tony cum.

“I’m close too,” the older man moaned, speeding up again.

Peter moaned louder, feeling himself being pushed up the bed with the quicker pace. “Cum, Tony, please, want you to fill me up.”

He wasn’t so sure about dirty talk, but it could only be but so bad because Tony went still moments later. Peter felt the cock inside him pulse briefly before there was a smooth warmth spreading.

The thing itself felt odd, but thinking about what was happening almost made him cum again.

Actually-

His hand flew to his own dick and he quickly jerked himself off before he was cumming for a third time. It wasn’t nearly as good as the other two, but it was still incredible. Especially thinking about how good Tony still felt inside of him.

He opened his eyes when he heard Tony chuckling. “What?”

“You’re insatiable. And I’m amazed that you can just go again that fast.” The older man closed his eyes again, catching his breath.

He was almost in shock that it had actually happened. He had sex with Peter. After thinking about it for months, dreaming about it, it happened.

He slowly pulled out, laying next to the young man. He knew they were both messes, covered in sweat and cum and lube, but he didn’t care. All he wanted was to hold Peter close before they had to go back to real life.

Tony gently wrapped his arms around him, just gathering him close while he pressed a kiss to the man’s temple.

He found out quickly that Peter’s dazed, relaxed post-sex state would only last for so long.

It was only minutes before the man was talking, whispering about anything and everything. And Tony happily listened.

He hummed softly, holding the younger man close to his chest. One hand gently carded through Peter’s soft curls as they talked quietly.

“My mom met you one time,” Peter murmured. “Before I was born. But she would never tell me about it. Just told me that it happened.”

Tony snorted softly. “Yeah, well, about when would that have been? I had a reputation for a reason.” But the confession started pulling at a memory. It couldn’t quite come to light, though.

“Ew.” The young man grinned at him. “But I guess you’re right. I don’t know, she was kinda weird about a lot of stuff. Not just that.”

“What do you mean?”

Peter sighed softly and Tony frowned. Maybe he shouldn’t have asked. But Peter started answering anyway.

“I don’t know who my actual dad is. She never told me. I vaguely remember her telling me that Richard was the only dad I needed, but nothing else.”

“You would have been so young,” Tony whispered. “Maybe she just figured it could be a conversation for another time.”

“But she wouldn’t tell anyone else. My aunt and uncle knew that Richard wasn’t actually my dad, but they were never told who was. And I guess it just…died with her.”

The older man nodded. “You could always do a paternity test, right?” Why was guilt pooling in his stomach?

Peter shrugged. “That’s assuming that my dad has done one too that we could match. And sometimes….” He trailed off.

“Sometimes what?” Tony kissed him gently, trying to soothe him.

“Sometimes I’m not sure that I want to know,” he confessed.

It made sense. But something was still trying to pull at Tony’s memory. Forming an idea slowly.

Although he wasn’t sure that he wanted to know the answers.

But he couldn’t just leave a question unasked. No matter how dark the potential answer.

“Peter…when did you say that your mom met me?”

The young man snuggled into him more, shaking his head. “I didn’t. I think it was…the year before I was born or so. Why? Do you remember?”

Tony tried to mentally do the numbers. He’d spent most of that year in a fog, but that had been the theme of that era in his life. But maybe…

“Are you okay?”

The older man closed his eyes, frowning as he tried to remember.

Parker. Had he been with a Parker? He couldn’t remember the occasion at all.

Maybe that was for the best.

“Yeah, I’m okay. I’m okay, was just trying to see if I remembered her. I’m sorry.”

Peter leaned up to kiss him gently, shaking his head. “Don’t be sorry. It’s not a big deal, really. Sometimes I just wonder about that stuff.”

Tony tried to assure himself that it wasn’t a big deal.

Maybe it was best to not have all the answers.

He had what he wanted. That was all that mattered.

#starker #peter parker #tony stark #tony x peter #tony stark x peter parker #my writing #bri’s kinktober 2021 #now I’ll go do all the schoolwork I’ve been ignoring lol #if you see this: yes the backstory is heavily influenced by that one rp we did where I came up with too much backstory #yeah

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chudleycanonficfest · 3 years

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Day 20, Story #2 is by @floreatcastellumposts

Title: Dittany Author/Artist: FloreatCastellum Pairing: Neville/Hannah Prompt: Bravery Rating: T Trigger Warning(s) (if any): Discussion of maternal death, mentions of violence.

Hannah's mother had been a muggleborn, and that had been her death sentence.

Or rather, she had been a muggleborn with the audacity and bravery to be proud about it.

Most muggleborns ended up slipping entirely into wizarding society, and as much as they might say that they would keep in touch with their roots, the magic took over. Jeans became robes, electronics didn’t work in their homes so their pop culture references grew stale, the effort involved in keeping the statute of secrecy for extended family and old friends was too exhausting to sustain, so they saw them less and less and eventually…

This had not happened for Mum, even though the Abbotts were a very old family, well rooted in the magical community. She had agreed with Dad to live in Godric’s Hollow, because the Abbotts had lived there for many generations, but she had insisted on Hannah attending the local primary school, where she could make muggle friends. She was adamant that they make regular trips to Liverpool, to visit her side of the family, who believed that she worked in HR (which she did, but for a potion manufacturer, not for a haulage company as they believed) and that Hannah had received a scholarship to an exclusive boarding school, and that Dad owned a pub (which he did, but they neglected to mention that it was frequented by witches, wizards, goblins, the occasional hag and a half giant). And when the Stephens side of the family came to visit, they would have a flurry of activity where they would hide away anything magical-looking, and from the loft they would bring down the big television, and they would speed read some muggle newspapers so they could give their opinions on Tony Blair or Men Behaving Badly or Charles and Diana’s divorce or whatever else they thought might come up.

That was life as Hannah knew it, and it never felt complicated or brave or shocking or daring or any of the things she later found out it was.

She remembered certain details from the day very clearly. She’d been easing sneezewort plants out of their pots, the last repotting before winter, her fingers shaking at the long, pale roots, creating a rain of soil. The last of the cream coloured petals, curled and brown at the edges, fell onto the potting bench. There was a sudden shock of cold air, a breeze from the door opening that hit their faces and whipped through their hair.

‘Professor Dumbledore’s here,’ said Susan with surprise, and Hannah had glanced up to see him closing the door to the humid greenhouse, his long white beard tucked into his belt, Professor Sprout hurrying over to him.

Hannah looked back down at her plant. The roots were all tangled together. Professor Dumbledore was probably here for Harry Potter, there were all sorts of rumours flying around about secret meetings between the two of them.

The plant needed a much bigger pot, but the roots were strong, there was no rot there.

‘Hannah.’

There was no hiding the bewilderment on her face. She had never had a direct conversation with the Headmaster before, and here he was, speaking kindly, gently, softly, one hand touching her shoulder and the other, black looking, gesturing to the door.

‘I need to-’ she started saying, as he led her out. Everyone was staring.

‘Don’t worry, dear,’ said Professor Sprout, and her voice sounded so strange, ‘I’ll finish up here for you.’

Perhaps part of her had known then. She knew it was something terrible. She was too afraid to ask. No one was ever pulled out of class for a good reason. She walked up to the castle alongside him as though in a dream, her heart beating up through her throat and into her mouth.

She was not sure how it happened, but suddenly she was in the warmth of his office, staring at Professor Dumbledore’s grave face, his lips moving, without really hearing, except for that first, terrible, world destroying little phrase.

‘I’m so very sorry to tell you that your mother has been found dead.’

There would be no worse event, no greater loss, no stronger pain in her entire life.

There was still dirt under her nails and in the creases of her palms, she noticed, as she reached into the silver box of floo powder.

It had been so long since she had seen Godric’s Hollow like this, golden and red in its autumn. Fallen leaves tumbled and floated down the river that rushed through the village, or collected in the gutters along the cobbled roads, damp and heavy. The sun stayed a little lower each day, casting long shadows across the beer garden of The Lost Owl, and the wind ruffled the sign on the door which read ‘Closed due to family bereavement.’

During the days, she wondered what to do with herself, stuck between boredom and terrible, overwhelming grief. When she could cry no more, she wondered if there was something wrong with her for wanting to find something interesting or fun to do, but when she tried to read, she could not focus. When she tried to listen to the radio, she would fall asleep. She could not bring herself to ask her weeping father to play cards or chess or anything with her. She thought of going back into school, but how could she see other people? Now that the world had ended? She wanted to tell people about it, wanted to say the words enough until they made sense to her, or until someone found the right words to say back that would make it OK, but she did not want to do this to her friends.

At nights, she would cry herself to sleep, and her whispers, please come back please Mummy please come back, would grow and grow and grow into sobs, begging into her pillow as the agony of it tore at her, the desperation, the feverish thought that there had to be something, that this couldn’t be it, there had to be a way, a special way, just for them, just for her, because it was her mother and there was no way she could live without her. Mum wouldn’t leave her like this, there was no way Mum would allow it, she would go to the ends of the earth to make sure that Hannah was happy, she had always said so, she had always promised…

But Death was something parents could not protect their children from, it seemed. The more Hannah thought on it, the more she became crushingly devastated, horrified to realise that each and every human on Earth had to endure this at some point. In different ways, at different times, with different feelings, but the mere act of bringing a child into the world was to condemn that child, one day, to the unbearable pain of loss. Every person she passed, she wondered, have you suffered as I have? Or is it yet to come for you? She wished she could spare them from it.

The aurors said she was probably targeted because she loudly and openly discussed her muggle heritage in the pub, and it must have been heard by the wrong people. That was what passed for bravery these days.

In the church of St Jerome, the stained glass window pattered with rain, and Hannah looked up at the colours of red and yellow and green rather than looking at the coffin with the splay of lilies, and she wondered when this nightmare would end, when Mum would come back, and tell her that everything would be all right.

***

Months passed in unbearable agony, worse than she could have imagined. But there were glimmers of light there too.

Here, at the school she thought she would never return to, in the place that was filled with unimaginable horror and oppression, she had purpose again. More purpose, in fact, than she had ever had in her life. And with it, new friendships that ran deeper than she had ever expected.

‘This way,’ Neville whispered, and they ran low across the lawn of the grounds. Some of the windows in the castle behind them blazed with light, so that she thought for a terrible moment that they must be visible from the Great Hall, but, of course, the windows would be black with night to anyone who looked out from them.

It was the summer term now, but the air was still cold as they panted, as though Dementors were close, which, she reasoned, they might be. She could feel the dew of the grass, left to grow long since Hagrid had left, soaking the bottoms of her jeans, seeping through her ratty trainers.

Following the dark shadow of Neville’s figure, she ran through the grounds until she heard the crunch of gravel underfoot, and, ahead, the slight shine of starlight reflecting off the greenhouses.

‘They’re in greenhouse three,’ Neville muttered, and her stomach dropped.

He did not notice, and continued to hurry along the garden path, past the raised beds for the hardier plants and herbs, and she followed, but at a walk now, dread gnawing at her.

He stopped at the door, holding his hands up to the glass to peer in. ‘OK…’ he said, still breathless from the run. ‘OK, looks clear… Now, while I talk to the venomous tentacula, you grab a tray, and fill it with perlite and only a few handfuls of compost, it’s a mountain plant so it likes it nice and rocky.’

‘OK,’ she said, and though she thought she sounded normal, he turned to her. She could barely make out his expression in the darkness.

‘Are you all right?’

‘I… I’m sorry, I just… I haven’t been in the greenhouses for a long time… especially not this one. I should have thought before I volunteered, I'm sorry.’

She felt immediately embarrassed for blurting it out, and she had no idea if Neville would even grasp what she was getting at. He had been in the class, yes, but did he even remember that day? What had been the worst day of her life had been a perfectly ordinary school day for the rest of her classmates, and so many terrible things had happened since then.

‘I’m sorry,’ he said, ‘I can’t leave you out here.’

She thought he was telling her off, or saying that they had to go back, but before she had the time to feel hurt or ashamed, he was holding out his hand towards her.

She swallowed, and then placed her trembling hand in his. She was not unaccustomed to physical touch with him, or many others. Over the past year, she had tended wounds and comforted people as they cried, she had grasped hands and arms and knees under desks to soothe people or tell them to control themselves, she had passed secret notes and morsels of food and whatever else needed smuggling, slipping it nimbly from her fingers into their palms as they passed in the corridors.

But now his fingers pressed firm and reassuring against hers, and there was something very different about them holding hands.

She let him lead her into the greenhouse; the humid, warm air surrounded them at once, like an odd sort of hug that sat heavy on their lungs. Tall, leafy plants towered above them, brushing the domed glass high above their heads, which magically reflected the brilliant stars above them and lit the place in glorious silver.

Now that she was in here, she felt a little better. The dread that had stopped her ever returning here, that had caused her to drop herbology and pretend that this part of the castle no longer existed, had not come to pass. It was, after all, simply a greenhouse, and Mum could not die again.

‘Are you all right?’ he said gently.

‘Yes,’ she replied. ‘Thank you.’

He nodded, and reached for some gloves on a nearby bench. She missed his hand around hers. ‘Let’s move quickly, and get you out of here,’ he said, donning some goggles and a thick leather apron.

She went to the potting tables where Professor Sprout always stood, and seized a large seedling tray. As she took handfuls of compost and perlite, she could see Neville wrestling with the venomous tentacular, saying, ‘I’ll bring you doxy granules tomorrow - I’ll move you to a sunnier spot - I already checked with Professor Sprout - come on, you knew this was part of the deal, we agreed-’

Eventually, when he had tied enough of the writhing vines together with garden twine and stroked the shoots into calmness, he gave a nod to Hannah, and started to remove his protective gear as she hurried over and they squeezed behind the plant

There, on a table surrounded by blue lanterns to make up for the blocked light caused by the tentacula, were long, deep pots, stuffed with dittany. Their slender, arching stems were clustered with pleasant green leaves, with a dusty sort of whiteness, and they were dotted with pink flowers. She had never seen the plant as it was before; she had only ever remembered the little vials of dittany kept in their first aid kit, good for scraped knees and cuts from any broken glass in the pub. Mum had always said it was good to be prepared in an emergency, it had been one of her funny little things like that, along with being a bit of a hypochondriac, and so Hannah had had a vial in the bottom of her trunk when she returned to school. That, combined with her good potions knowledge, had helped her stumble into a kind of mothering role that she found had rather suited her.

‘I just need the flowers, the book says,’ she said, as Neville started gently pulling some up by the roots.

‘Yes, but I think it’d be good if I can grow another set somewhere, as a back up so we don’t have to keep sneaking out here. It’s just me and Seamus in the dorm, I don’t think he’d mind if I put them in the window between Harry and Ron’s beds. Here, take these, cut the flowers where the stem splits off - yeah, there - so it’ll grow back.’

‘It’s really pretty,’ she said. ‘I wasn’t expecting it to be so pretty. It’s usually that the most useful plants are the ugliest.’

‘It is,’ said Neville absent-mindedly. ‘It’s from Crete. The healing properties were only discovered in the 17th century - people used to think it was an aphrodisiac, and it’s still used in some love potions.’

She looked at him, and though the light in the greenhouse was white starlight only, she could still see his cheeks burn red.

‘It’s… it’s not, though,’ he mumbled. ‘Well… a little bit, but I… I don’t know why I said that.’

‘Because it’s interesting,’ she said quickly, as he busied himself repotting the seedlings. He nodded rapidly, and cleared his throat a little, and she cast around for something to say. ‘You… you should be careful, growing these in the dorm. If you’re caught-’

‘There’s no rule against growing plants,’ he said. ‘I’ve had plants up there loads of times. Especially my mimbulus mimbletonia, that’s had pride of place for a while.’

‘You know they don’t need an explicit rule,’ she said quietly. ‘They do what they want. If they think you’re… doing anything good, anything kind. That’s enough.’

He nodded, looking down at the delicate, thin roots of the dittany. There was a reason that he and Professor Sprout were growing such an innocent plant in such secrecy. ‘I know… but… it’s worth the risk.’

‘That’s very brave.’

‘Is it? Just growing a plant? Is that what passes for bravery these days?’

‘Yes,’ she said honestly. ‘Anything good does now. And it’s not just that.’ She paused, still cradling one of the delicate, rose pink flowers in her hand. ‘I mean… what were you thinking in muggle studies the other day? I hated seeing you screaming like that.’

‘Well I had to say something. It was repulsive, what she was saying about muggle children.’

‘No one believes her, no one really thinks-’

‘We don’t know that. Maybe some people might start believing her, because it’s easier. And anyway, it’s not just about that. Remember Umbridge?’

‘I try not to,’ she said dryly, and in the pale, washed out starlight she saw him grin.

‘I know it’s stupid, but as Ginny and Luna haven’t come back, and Harry and Ron aren’t here, or Dean, or loads of other people… I’ve been-’ he sighed, as though frustrated he couldn’t find the words, ‘I’ve been trying to think about what they would do. I can’t afford to be Neville Longbottom, I’ve got to be someone braver. And Harry used to just completely go off on her, used to tell her straight in lessons that You-Know-Who was back, and, yeah, it got him more trouble than it felt like it was worth at the time, but you know what? I always found it really inspiring.’

‘I did too,’ she said quietly. ‘I remember thinking… well… why would he stick to a lie through all that?’

‘Exactly. He had principles, and if he was here he wouldn’t stand for any of that rot. There’s a lot of times over the past few months where I’ve just tried to…’ he shrugged helplessly, ‘pretend that I’m Harry. That I’m brave.’

‘I don’t think you’re pretending at all,’ she said. ‘You are brave. You always have been. You’re a Gryffindor, aren’t you?’

‘Somehow.’

‘No somehow about it. You’re the bravest man I know, and that includes Harry.’

‘How on earth does it include Harry?’ he asked, and he sounded like he was on the verge of laughter.

‘Because he’s had to be,’ she said. ‘I’ve grown up in Godric’s Hollow, you know, I’ve seen the ruined house that he lived in. He’s had to be brave all the way from when he was a baby. But I didn’t. You didn’t. You’ve chosen to be brave, you’ve chosen to channel him. You're a pureblood, you could choose, every day, to keep your head down and get on with things, but you don't. You stand up and call her a bigoted liar in class and get tortured and you never back down. I find that more inspiring than anything.’

‘That’s very kind of you,’ he said quietly.

‘And you were brave lots of times even before. Don’t you remember winning those points all the way back in first year?’

He beamed, and looked at her directly, for the first time since he had blurted out that dittany was an aphrodisiac. ‘You remember that?’

‘Of course I do. Dumbledore pointing out about standing up to your friends - he was so right, that does take a lot of bravery. I tried to do it next year, when Ernie was telling me that Harry was the heir of Slytherin. I’m sorry to say that I wasn’t as brave as you, but at least I tried, I suppose.’

‘I think you’re very brave too,’ he said. ‘Looking after everyone like this, handing out essence of dittany, running out here with me to get more… I’m sorry that you’ve had to come back in here. I didn’t think.’

‘I didn’t either,’ she said, and she started cutting more flowers. ‘I was just so focused on the idea of more, I didn’t really think about where I’d be getting it from… But, you know, I’m OK, actually. The thought of it was worse than the reality. It’s just a greenhouse.’ She looked around. The white starlight bleached the dark greenery into shades of silver, bounced off the watering cans, sparkled in the droplets of water from the sprinklers. ‘A very beautiful one.’

‘I like to think so,’ he said, a little hoarsely. ‘I always found this whole place beautiful, but now it… sometimes feels like only the greenhouses still are. They’re the only place I haven’t seen people being tortured.’

She paused. ‘I’m secretly thankful my mum isn’t alive to see this. Is that awful? I’m just glad she never had to worry about me being here. I feel bad enough for Dad.’

‘It’s not awful,’ said Neville. ‘I know what you mean.’

‘Do you?’

‘My parents don’t know anything about what’s going on, and for the first time in my life, I’m glad,’ he said, and for some reason his words seemed to surprise him.

‘What do you mean?’ she asked, and without thinking she put down the little secateurs and touched his arm. He breathed deeply, not quite meeting her eyes, pressing down one of the seedlings quite firmly into the tray, before finally turning to her.

‘I live with my gran, because… my…’ He took another deep breath, and suddenly there was a clanging from outside.

They froze, and heard a low voice swearing. 'Bloody wheelbarrow…'

Hearts thudding, they ducked down and stayed silent, Neville silently mouthing for Hannah to get onto the large empty shelf under the potting table, where bags of compost were usually kept. He reached up, fumbling for the secateurs, and then started crawling along on his belly.

'What are you doing?' she whispered, horrified. Alecto Carrow was opening the door to the greenhouse, still muttering and swearing about the wheelbarrow he had tripped over.

He put a finger to his lips, and then pointed at the venomous tentacula, which had begun to writhe against the twine. The snip snip snip of the secateurs seemed unreasonably loud, but from the other side of the greenhouse Carrow did not appear to hear them, rifling noisily through the plants and shrubs, sending terracotta pots crashing to the floor.

'Anyone in here?' he demanded. 'I saw your footprints in the gravel. Hello?'

The vines of the tentacula waved threateningly, and Hannah watched with trembling fear as one of them reached out to Neville, still prone on the ground, and started to wrap itself around his throat.

'Don't be cheeky,' she heard him mutter to it, and he calmly prodded it with the secateurs until it released him.

It kept one tendril around his ankle, but Neville seemed to allow it as a compromise, and instead watched through the vines as Carrow upturned a table, still shouting and swearing.

After several, agonisingly long minutes, Carrow came close to them. The venomous tentacula silently released Neville’s ankle, and raised it's spiked tendrils.

'OW! Son of a bludger-'

A long line of expletives followed, and the venomous tentacular shook noisily, whip-like noises echoing through the greenhouse as it reached after Carrow, now bolting from the room.

'Grab the tray,' Neville told Hannah. 'He'll be heading straight to the hospital wing, we should have a clear path back. Quickly, before the tentacula gets over-excited and turns on us-'

She did so at once and he held back the spiked vines as she squeezed past the plant, and hurried safely out of range.

She stood there, holding her tray of little dittany plants and the heads of the flowers. She watched as Neville easily unentangled himself from the tentacula, patted it, said, 'thanks mate,' and grabbed a clear cover for the tray. He came close to her as he fitted it over the dittany, protecting them from the cold night air they would have to hurry back through.

His face was inches from her own, and she felt her breath hitch in her throat a little as she looked up at him. There was a slight clunk as the lid of the tray found its place. For a moment, they were perfectly still, just their breathing in that humid place, and his eyes, shining light blue in the pale light, lifted from the tray of dittany to meet her own.

'Do you really think I'm brave?' he whispered.

She nodded, and he seemed to be steeling himself for something. Please, she thought, please make this place good for me again. Her hands gripped the edges of the tray.

Very gently, very slowly, he leaned closer over the tray. His hand moved as though to softly move her face to meet his, but he didn't need to, for she was already naturally tilting her head, and her heels were lifting a little off the ground without her bidding them to.

Their lips met, soft like the petals of the dittany between them, sweet like the fragrance. His fingertips were trembling slightly as they caressed against her cheek, but then they calmed as the kiss deepened.

The tray pressed into them as he tried to move closer, and it reminded them where they were. They broke apart, panting and gasping as though they had just finished the run down from the castle.

She had never kissed anyone before. She was glad, unbelievably, overwhelmingly, joyfully glad, that her first kiss had been with Neville, in this place where the warm air was scented with damp soil and sweet flowers.

'We… we should take these back,' he said, his voice slightly hoarse. ‘Let - let me take them.’

He took the tray from her, and in her happy daze she allowed it, and let him lead the way out of the greenhouse. Joy had returned to her again, beneath the fogged glass, amongst the green plants, bursting with life.

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bvckys-doll · 3 years

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Let me take care of you

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female!reader

Word count: 2.7k

Summary: Bucky broke up with (Y/N) a month ago and she still doesn’t know why. When she decides to visit the HQ for the first time after their break up to get the rest of her stuff, the whole team is out on a mission. (Y/N) is not prepared to meet her ex soon after her arrival. Heavily injured.

Warnings: bloody wound. (Y/N) needs to stitch him up. Blood, duh. Angsty fic with a happy ending!

Author’s note: This one-shot sat in my Bucky folder for too long so now I finally got the chance to post it. Italics is the past. I hope you like it and might leave a comment in the reply section! PLEASE! Take care of yourself, stay safe and healthy! Cosplay the Winter Soldier and PUT ON A FCKING MASK!

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It was a strange feeling to walk through the hallways of the headquarters without being able to call it her home. Bucky and (Y/N) had broken off their relationship a month ago and it was still hard to process everything. Normally she wouldn’t be so tense and would walk down the hallway without a bad feeling, but the bad feeling was omnipresent.

After more than a year of their relationship, it was Bucky’s decision to end it. It had happened out of the blue, but he thought it was for the best, as the missions were getting harder and harder each time and Barnes knew that (Y/N) was worried sick.

He had often come home in the evening and found her still awake on the couch. She could not sleep if she knew that the rest of the team was on a risky mission that she could not or was not allowed to participate in.

Bucky loved (Y/N). He still knew that. Yet he had never said it out loud. Bucky knew after the first three months of their relationship that he loved her, but he was too much of a coward to tell (Y/N) the truth. What if she turned him down? What if she thought they were moving to fast? So, Bucky kept it that way and tried to show her his affection in different ways.

But in the end, the former Winter Soldier knew he could no longer keep it from her. So, James chose the simplest method: to let her go. Of course, he knew from the start that (Y/N) wouldn’t just leave. After a year of dating, she wouldn’t just leave if Bucky told her to. She would ask questions, probably cry, and beg him to try again. There was only one option: he would have to break her heart.

With a broad smile on her lips, (Y/N) opened the door to her room, while trying not to drop the plate of the fresh cookies she had baked and brought with her.

“Baby, you’re not gonna believe what Sam just said. ” (Y/N) chuckled and put the plate on the coffee table next to the couch when Bucky came out of the bathroom. Before she could speak up again, she paused, and her eyes widened. His eyes were swollen and red. He must have cried. A lot.

“James, what’s going on?” (Y/N) approached him and put her hands on his cheeks. Meanwhile Bucky was clenching his hands in fists to prevent himself from pulling (Y/N) close. The next words that passed his lips would not only break her heart, but also him.

“I want you to go.”

“W-what? I don’t understand. Shall I go down to the living room and leave you alone?” (Y/N) tried to make sense of his words. Another tear ran down Bucky’s cheek. Immediately she wiped it away and watched him anxiously. Slowly, he grabbed her wrists and pulled her hands from his face, whereupon (Y/N) looked at him completely disillusioned.

“I can’t be with you anymore. We are too different” James replied and stepped past her as (Y/N) froze at her place. She couldn’t quite believe what he had just said. Before she could say another word, he continued and pulled the final straw “I don’t love you…and I never loved you. This...was all just a pastime for me to feel a little better after everything that’s happened to me.”

Her back was still turned to him as Bucky saw how (Y/N) now clenched her hands into fists as well and a sob escaped her lips. How he would have loved to take her in his arms. Tell her it was all a lie to protect her. But he didn't. He stood firm and left it at that.

Without another word, (Y/N) turned on her heel and left their shared bedroom, pulling the door shut behind her with a loud bang.

Since the confrontation, they hadn't seen each other or exchanged another word. Natasha had packed a few things and left with (Y/N) only a few hours later after the incident. Natasha hadn't spoken a word to him since that day either.

Meanwhile, (Y/N) had been staying in a hotel for the past four weeks because she couldn’t find a new apartment so quickly. In New York it is never easy to find a good apartment and most of them are incredibly expensive. Despite (Y/N)’s constant reluctance, Tony insisted on paying for her accommodation at the hotel because she was one of his best employees.

Most of the time she worked from her hotel room, which Tony fortunately allowed her to do. Still, (Y/N) knew it couldn’t go on like this forever. Sooner or later, she’d see Bucky and the pain would come back.

According to the team’s entries in the system, everyone was on a mission near Rio de Janeiro. No one had told her why and for how long, but she knew they were not back yet. At least, that is what (Y/N) thought.

Since she still had some clothes and other stuff in their old, shared room, (Y/N) wanted to get them before the rest of the team started running around the headquarters again. So, with a moving box under her arm, she made her way to the room where she entered the usual code.

Beep!

Pushing the door open with her hip, (Y/N) groped for the light switch with her free hand. Briefly, (Y/N) squinted her eyes as the bright light illuminated the room. Why did Bucky always leave the curtains closed when he was away?

With a glance around the room, her question was answered.

The room has been left in a great mess. His shirts, shoes and sweatpants were scattered on the floor and his bed looked as if he had just got up. The cushions were either at the foot of the bed or in another corner of the room.

One of the signs for his nightmares. Things that (Y/N) wouldn’t have to deal with anymore.

Murmuring, she made room on his desk and set the box down. The first mission: the wardrobe. One of the doors was already open and one of Bucky’s knives laid on the floor. She opened the other door as well and pulled her clothes and blouses off the hangers before carefully packing them into the box.

Now it came to the sweaters.

To be honest, she sometimes didn’t even remember which ones belonged to her and which ones to Bucky, since she had usually put his shirts on instead of her own.

While (Y/N) was busy with her other t-shirts, Bucky’s red Henley shirt fell into her arms. Sighing, she held the thin, dark red material in her hands and looked at the thin seam. She probably had to mend the shirt five times already.

Suddenly the door of the room opened, and (Y/N) turned around in shock when she saw Bucky standing in the door frame. For a short moment none of them moved and they just stared at each other. (Y/N) was still holding his shirt in her hand before she quickly threw it behind her on the bed.

“What are you doing here?” they asked at the same time before Bucky raised an eyebrow and added a bit abruptly, “I live here. What’s your excuse?”

“I’m just going to get the rest of my stuff. I’ll be gone before you can count to three”, she snorted at his tone “Actually, I was hoping that- …you’re bleeding.”

(Y/N)’s gaze went to his hand, which seemed to squeeze a wound. Not successful, however, because the blood swelled through his fingers. Bucky briefly looked down at himself, pressing his hand further into his side, and gritting his teeth briefly “No shit, Sherlock.”

“Do you think now is the right time to make jokes, Barnes?” (Y/N) growled in a serious tone as Bucky pushed past her towards the bathroom. He got out of his jacket and closed his eyes while gritting his teeth. In the bright light of the ceiling lamp, (Y/N) could see the blood in his hair and the slight scratches on his face. Apparently, it had been a pretty rough mission.

“Why didn’t you go straight to Helen with an injury like that?” (Y/N) watched him throw his leather jacket into the bathtub and then leaned on the edge of the sink. Before James was about to lose consciousness, (Y/N) quickly came up to him and wrapped his arm around her shoulder, while his other hand was still pressing on the wound. He had already lost a lot of blood.

With the last strength James had left in his legs, he made it to his bed with (Y/N)’s help, where he laid down and squeezed his eyes in pain. (Y/N) quickly ran into the bathroom and dug the first aid kit out of the drawer before sitting on the edge of the bed next to Bucky, who was breathing slowly.

“You don’t need to help me” his voice was raspy as his eyelids slowly dropped.

“Hey, you’re staying with me” (Y/N) patted his cheek “Where are the others?”

(Y/N) took the scissors out of the box and used them to cut his shirt open so she could get a better view of his wound. His voice was still raspy as he replied, "There were too many. They surprised us and we weren't prepared for it. Some bastard caught me pushing Steve out of the way. What's he got that stupid shield for if it doesn't even help?"

"Is the bullet still in there?", (Y/N) asked him as she pressed a couple of compresses into his hand so he could use them to stop the bleeding, which was slowly but surely receding. Relieved, (Y/N) slumped her shoulders as he shook his head before replying, "Helen wasn't there and I didn't feel like looking for anyone else. I don't necessarily trust the others. Clint flew me in quickly and then flew right back. I told him the wound was already closing up."

“This lie could have killed you, you know that, right? If I hadn’t been here, you would have collapsed in the bathroom and probably died of blood loss.” (Y/N) answered as she tried to get the thread through the head of the needle, which was not as easy as she thought. Probably it was also because her hands were shaking, which Bucky noticed when he watched (Y/N) “I would have made it somehow.”

But the way (Y/N) looked down at him was enough for him to shut up. Knowing it was a straight lie. And he had to admit that he wouldn’t have cared if it had happened like that. (Y/N) was gone. He had lost her, and that was all his fault.

Attentively James watched her as she prepared everything and checked again and again if the wound was still bleeding heavily. After it had slowly but surely subsided, (Y/N) removed the compress from his stomach and glanced at the gaping wound. Sighing, she took the disinfectant and dripped some onto a cloth before looking at James, who understood immediately before he said “I'm used to the pain, you know that. Don't worry about it. "

“You don't need to play hero here, James. I know how much that it hurts.” (Y/N) muttered, holding the cloth tightly before pressing it to the wound. Briefly, Bucky's chest heaved, and he growled in pain, breaking (Y/N)'s heart in the process, before she finally managed to take the cloth down and throw it away.

Quickly she took some of the numbing gel and smeared it around the wound before looking to Bucky, “I'm stitching it up now as best as I can. I'll have Helen look at it as soon as she gets back.”

Without another word from Bucky, (Y/N) began stitching up his wound. She was still shaking a little, but slowly it was getting better. Finally, she bandaged the wound with a compress and took care of the small scratches on his cheek.

They hadn't been this close in a long time. (Y/N) didn't even notice how she held her breath as she ran the disinfectant over the wounds. Bucky gritted his teeth again for a moment, but his gaze didn't avert from her.

Calmly, she stuck a band-aid over the wound and gave it another quick brush with her thumb as it blurted out of Bucky, "I lied."

Bucky watched her reaction carefully as she removed her hand from his cheek and held his gaze. His gaze wandered to the ceiling, kneading his hands nervously. He added, "When I said you were just a pastime and I didn't love you, I lied. That's not true. "

"Then why do you say such a thing?", (Y/N) asked him in a calm voice that didn't show if she was amazed, sad, or angry. Bucky himself was afraid of any of these reactions.

Desperately, he tried to find the right words "I was worried about you. This life with me could break you. You haven’t slept for weeks because of me. Because you're always so worried about me and while doing so, you forget to take care of you. When I…come back from missions, you're still awake because you want to know that I got home safely. You…you're too good for me and I don't want to destroy you like I've already destroyed everything else around me. I got you-. "

"You've already destroyed me, James. ", (Y/N) interrupted, looking at him with glazed eyes. This was exactly what he tried to avoid. He never wanted to be the reason why she felt bad, but now his worst fear had come true.

"You successfully broke my heart when you told me I was nothing more than a silly pastime you're done with now. I thought that you…I thought that we will go on like this forever. Do you know how happy you've made me? You were the one I could imagine anything with. I never wanted kids. I never wanted to get married, only to get divorced three years later. I never wanted this. But then you came along and showed me that there is a man who could make this all a possibility. A family. A life together. . . "

Tears were streaming down his cheeks when he saw her sitting in front of him throwing all this at his head. He had been such a coward. If he had just talked to her and told her everything, it would never have come to this.

But he was scared. Scared of being rejected again like all the other women did it before. But his (Y/N) wasn’t like them, but he couldn’t bear the thought that she might be.

“I love you, doll. I really do.” Bucky sobbed and wiped the tears from her eyes as (Y/N) looked at him and her eyes were just as swollen as his own before he continued, “I love you more than anything and I-I was stupid because I once again thought only of myself and…and not of the consequences. I love you and I don’t want to lose you. You’re all I have left. ”

Sniffing, (Y/N) looked at the man she loved more than anything. How he lay there on the bed, showing his most vulnerable side. He always appeared so strong in front of everyone so they would not see the real Bucky. But this man was so exhausted by everything that had happened to him. He didn’t want to have those thoughts. These doubts. That fear. He just wanted to live a happy and fulfilled life with (Y/N).

Slowly, she moved closer to him on the mattress and brushed the hair out of his face, which was still a bit sticky because of the blood. Gently, she leaned down to him and embraces him as best she could without touching his wound.

At first, he remained calm, then he wrapped his arms around her center and pulled her into his arms until finally she lay next to him in the bed. The two were sobbing in each other’s arms with (Y/N) running her fingers through his hair. Again, and again.

“I love you, James Barnes. So so much.” (Y/N) muttered as she buried her face in his neck while she was still fondled the back of his head. “But I swear to God, if you do this again, I’ll send Natasha after you and you know what she is capable of.”

“Of course, I know that. I taught her well.” Bucky mumbled while he held her close “I’ll never let you go again. I promise.”

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taz-skylar · 3 years

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Things are different now, I have to protect the one thing that I can't live without. t h a t ' s y o u . (insp)

roh’s favourites: pepper potts & tony stark in iron man 3 (2013)

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marvels-bitch-boy · 3 years

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Emerald Eyes: Chapter 5

Chapter 5: (Y/N’s POV)

Word count: 2k

A/N: this honestly was awesome to write, like I'm hoping I got the protectiveness of Clint right, and then change in attitude. Also, I hope you find the same stuff I laughed at for like 20 minutes while writing funny. Other than that Enjoy the Chapter and if you wanna be added to the tag list fill out the form and give me some suggestions and your Vote for our endgame!

Chapter 4 , Chapter 6

Your first week of training with Natasha seemed to be going well, everytime you got pinned, had to tap out or take a break (which was not often, so you had to pretend a few times) she would tease you which started to become something you actually enjoyed, you liked how creative she would get with a few of them. Every so often she would make comments regarding something Steve said about you “not being a regular recruit” and “you’re something special, apparently” is all she would say about it, you were glad that steve didn’t tell her about your enhancements. You hadn’t told anyone yet, not even your -self-appointed -“best friend” Pietro, who you know would understand more than the others at the compound, but you just couldn’t risk anyone knowing especially the person who is in charge of your training at the compound. If Natasha did know or had a suspicion of you, you couldn’t tell from the way she acted around you.

It wasn’t until her friend Clint came back from “personal time” did she start to act different, at first nothing changed she acted as she normally does around you, but after your first meeting with Clint something changed…

“Hi, I’m SWORD Agent (Y/L/N), its great to meet you... Agent Romanoff has told me about you” you greet him with a smile and an outstretched hand, he returns your smile with an indifferent look and refusing your hand “nice to meet you…” he says as his eyes scan you as if he is looking for something, and then he turns to Natasha with a wide smile “soo...Nat how about we head to the team dinner now? I don’t want Thor to get all the good stuff” Natasha turns to you with a surprisingly gentle smile “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” you return her smile with one of her own as you back away from the two “yeah, have fun…” you give Clint a small wave goodbye “...nice meeting you, Agent Barton” he doesn’t pay you any mind as him and Natasha walk off down the hallway.

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You run into him a few times over the next few weeks around the compound after that, but none that stick out to you as much as when you were running around the track outside the compound while Natasha watched and wrote a few things down on her notepad every so often, you had noticed Clint walking up to her and just assumed it was regarding avengers business, but when Clint reached Natasha he just watched you run and would look at the redhead beside him a few times before his stoic expression slowly turned into one of surprise as his jaw dropped, he said something into her ear which made her finally look up at him. You couldn’t tell from where you were, but from the way she grabbed his arm and led him inside through the glass doors, she was either mad or something really bad had happened.

As you got closer to the side of the track they previously occupied you stopped for a sip of your water and watched them through the glass, Natasha seems to be annoyed while Clint just looked up at the ceiling with a huge smile and his arms crossed, Natasha however just shook her head and walked outside back to the track, she saw you and gave you a short smile that didn’t reach her eyes, when she came up to you she motioned for you to go back inside the compound you assumed that this meant training would be more sparing or shooting, but she didn’t move from her spot, you called out to her “you coming?...can’t really continue training without you” she looked up at you with an emotionless expression “you’re done for today, eat and rest and we’ll be back here tomorrow morning” this confused hell out of you, the entire that you’ve been training with Natasha she has not once let you go early if anything she keeps you for longer. You could tell something was up but you didn’t want to intrude so you simply walked back into the compound where you were greeted by Clint who was suddenly cheery to see you “Hellooooo, (Y/N)...I just realized I never asked how you’re liking training with Nat, is she fun? Keeping you on your toes?” this sudden change in mood from the two of them confused you even more.

“I’m finding it nice...she seems to know what she’s doing and she’s highly skilled, it was nice of steve to assign her to me” Clint’s brows furrowed at that last part but his smile didn’t fade “Oh...she told you Steve assigned her to you?...” you nodded because that is exactly what she had told you after your first training session “...big blue told me that she requested to be your partner, hmm I wonder why?-well I better get going have a lovely evening!” he pats your shoulder as he walks past you and down the hall, you stand there for another minute before continuing back to your qu-room -as Pietro kept insisting you call it- and called it a day before heading to the library to relax. You waited for a few hours for the young woman that you would talk with on the other side of the shelf, she had stopped showing up a few weeks prior and so you decided to head back to your room and attempt to get some sleep after the day you had.

Time Skip--3 weeks

After about a month of training with Natasha and getting lessons on “how to live” with Pietro you’ve started to feel comfortable around the compound, Natasha seemed to get back to her normal behaviour after a few weeks since her talk with Clint that had changed his mood about you suddenly, you were even invited to the avenger’s movie night by Pietro, it was a little weird when you first sat down though...

Pietro had asked Natasha if it was okay for him to join your training for the day and she knew he was lonely since his sister’s mission so she allowed for him to join a few exercises, once your session was over he was very quick to stop you when you were heading to leave the room.

He whizzes from his spot across the room to right in front of you as he beginnings “so dude, I was thinking...maybe you wanna join us for movie night?” he gives you desperate eyes that he always uses when he wants something.

You give him a “really?” look because you were pretty sure Natasha would object to this idea, “umm, well...I don’t know man, is the team cool with me crashing?” He nods and calls out to Natasha who is making her way towards you two.

“Is it cool if (Y/N) crashes movie night tonight?”

Natasha’s lips go up into a small smile -that you have been very oblivious to the fact that she only does it when someone says your name- as she responds to Pietro’s inquiry “well I think it would be a great idea, the team wouldn’t mind at all I’m sure”

You give a small smile before answering “I don’t really have a choice, do I P?” Pietro gives you a big grin which is all the answer you need, he was definitely going to bring you to movie night if you agreed or not “nope! Now tell me what do you like to snack on during comedies?” you tell him what your favourite candies are and he says goodbye as he rushes out to grab the snacks for the whole team and now you.

Natasha is already making her way down the hallway when you call out to her “You really had to give him an answer?” she lets a small giggle escape her lips as she continues walking.

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You get into a few of the new casual clothes that Pietro helped you buy as part of his “how to live” lessons, and make your way to the avenger’s common room, it is much nicer than you imagined and is filled with a lot of comfortable looking furniture, as you enter you are greeted by Pietro of course, who is setting up the snacks on the coffee table in the middle of the room, and then Steve who is grabbing beverages from the fridge in the kitchen, he hands you a beer but you decline.

“I don’t really drink, but thank you” as soon as you say this Clint and Pietro appear next to you. Pietro has a faux look of sympathy and Clint is giving you a look that says “don’t worry we aren’t gonna judge you” as he takes one of the beers from Steve. Pietro presses the drink into your hand and looks you in the eye as he speaks slowly “Lesson. Number. Three, dude...relax a bit” you hesitate at first but reluctantly accept the drink and thank Steve once again. You see Bruce enter with Tony hot on his trail ranting about one of their new inventions “Brucie, I’m telling you this would only take a few- um I’m sorry who are you? who is this?” he says pointing to you.

“Oh um, hi I’m Agent (Y/L/N)-*Pietro elbows you and gives you a LooK* (Y/F/N)-I'm (Y/N) -this was another lesson from the speedster "use your first name more"- Pietro invited me to join you all tonight” you say before taking a sip of beer to calm your nerves, he looks over to Pietro “you keep bringing the agents your shacking up with to movie night and I’ll ban you again” you spit out some of your drink as he says this and proceed to cough while you try to correct him “n-no *cough* we-we are not *wheezes before coughing again* we *clears throat* we are not together sir...I can promise you that, I am-I am very much into women” Pietro is laughing on the floor after falling over while all of this is happening and cursing that he didn’t have a camera. Steve is patting your back to make sure you’re okay and Clint is giving you a cheeky smirk as he walks over towards the TV area.

Once you and Pietro are both recovered from that spectacle, and you say hello to Bruce, and everyone goes and takes their seats, Steve takes an armchair, Tony takes an identical one next to him and Bruce takes the one next to Clint, Pietro goes and sits in front of the coffee table facing directly at the screen, as you look around you notice that one redheaded Russian is missing from the group, you shrug it off and go to sit down on the couch that is behind the coffee table as soon as you get comfortable though the entire team is staring at you with wide eyes and concern...all except for Clint who is looking at you as though he is calculating something in his head.

You look at all of them before you speak up “umm...is something wrong? Did I get beer on my shirt or something?” Bruce opens his mouth to speak before everyone turns their heads to the direction of footsteps coming their way, as you turn your head to look you are greeted by yet again a pair of mesmerizing emerald eyes that don’t connect with yours as they scan the room before landing on you, you wave and give a small smile to the owner of those eyes as she looks like she is contemplating something for a second before shrugging slightly and making her way over to the couch and sits next to you, far enough away that you are both sitting comfortably on the couch.

“Hi” is all you can muster to say in front of her, she gives you another small smile and responds “Hi..." she waits a moment before asking you "...could you pass me a drink please?” you reach over to the coffee table in front of you both and grab her the only beer left on the table, as you hand it to her, her fingers brush yours and you nearly drop the bottle, she lets a small giggle escape as she thanks you and turns to face the tv before adjusting herself to be comfortable in her seat, as you turn to look forward you can see Clint giving you a wink and Pietro looking over at Steve with absolute bewilderment and Steve returning it with a look of his own before he presses play on the movie.

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buckyownsmylife · 4 years

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The Party Scene - Bucky Barnes smut

The one where the Avengers organize a glory hole event and Bucky takes it as an opportunity to finally fuck you.

Warnings: smut, protected sex (p in v), glory hole. Kind of a crack fic? I’ve laughed throughout the entire process of writing it, ngl.

A/N: Okay, so day 14 of Kinktober and the prompts were glory hole and “I wasn’t expecting you to be... THAT big”. I’m pretty proud of myself for actually getting through with this one, despite the fact that it’s so ridiculous, because I had absolutely no idea I’d be able to come up with something. So I’m giving myself props for this. If anything, at least I’m stretching my writing muscles.

The whole idea had been Stark’s doing, of course, but the fact that everyone seemed to accept it was just further proof of exactly how sex deprived the Avengers had become after the last few months of consecutive missions. Everyone had been on their wit’s end, and so the prospect of a group activity that would help let off some steam without any strings attached was generally well received.

Bucky wasn’t exactly a part of the excitement. Well, he was a part of it, as his name had been thrown into the mix and he’d been selected as one of the attendees, instead of the “workers”. He just wasn’t as excited as everyone else, mainly because there was only one person he wanted to fuck.

Y/N. Ever since his arrival, she’d been the one good constant in his process of recovery, always there for him with a kind word, a soft touch or a comforting silence. She seemed to always know what he needed, even when he didn't have the words to explain it or when he couldn’t identify it for himself.

It wasn't a surprise that Bucky had fallen for her. He couldn’t understand how no one else was head over heels for her beauty and charm. But, as part of the Avengers, she was part of the exercise too, and just to his luck, she was going to be one of the people made available to… help with the relaxation.

Just the idea of anyone touching her was enough to get Bucky mad enough that a scowl seemed to be permanently etched on his face. He didn’t want to imagine anyone else inside of her. If only he’d been brave enough to ask her out… They wouldn’t even feel *the need* to partake in such an activity, he’d make sure of that.

There was only one thing he could do. He’d make sure to be the first one through the door tomorrow and he’d monopolize her body for his own pleasure. That wasn’t necessarily how he imagined their first time to be like, but it’d have to do.

The next day, Bucky managed to be the first inside the specially prepared room for the “GHE”, or “Glory Hole Experience”, as Tony had not so brilliantly dubbed the activity. By then, he didn’t even bother to hide his intentions anymore. Where before he would try to hide his feelings, pretend he didn’t dream about Y/N every single night, now he made sure everyone saw as he made a beeline to where he she’d be, having recognized her spread legs.

But then he stopped. Now, it had been a while since he’d seen any woman naked, and he could barely remember those days before the war when he was able to make any woman’s panties easily drop to the ground, but he was sure he’d never seen such a pretty pussy in his entire life. Even if Hydra managed to capture him and reactivate the Winter Soldier, he was sure he’d never forget the sight of Y/N’s legs spread open for his sick pleasure.

Almost mesmerized, his hands moved on his own accord to caress her silky thighs, barely noticing how they were trembling. But at the sound of her strangled gasp, he froze, the harsh reality of the moment suddenly dawning upon him.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, not even sure if she could hear him through the wooden wall Tony had built just for that day, his cheeks burning as he lowered his head to hide his face from anyone who could be staring at him as he stared at her lower parts.

“It’s okay, Buck.” So much for being undercover, he thought, extremely curious as to how she’d found out it was him. “I wasn’t expecting it, that’s all. Also, your metal hand was colder than what I did anticipate, so that surprised me.”

Oh, right. He’d forgotten about that. Stupid.

“Also, your touch felt nice. I haven’t been touched in so long, I guess I’d forgotten how good it felt…” Bucky raised an eyebrow at her words, definitely interested in the information she had just shared. Perhaps, just enough so he could push through the self-conscious feeling about what was going on.

“So… I can…” it felt weird to say “use you”, but Bucky didn’t know how else to word it. Thankfully, Y/N seemed to understand what he meant anyway. She always did. It was one of the many reasons why he had fallen for her.

“Yes! Yes. Please, Buck. I-I’d much rather have you than anyone else…” That last part was murmured in such a low voice that Bucky thought maybe he wasn’t supposed to even hear it, but with his super hearing, he had definitely caught each and every word that left her mouth and he was revelling in it.

So, making sure that he had a condom on, Bucky penetrated her slowly, one of his thumbs circling her clit to help her adjust to his length more easily. It was heaven and hell all at once. She was so fucking tight, and already so wet despite the lack of preparation. The little moans she was trying to swallow down were music to my ears, and I already knew I never wanted this to end.

Except the enthusiasm was perhaps too much for me, and I lost control of my hips, pushing all the way inside of her when I was already halfway in. At the pained groan that she let out, I immediately stilled, suddenly feeling incredibly guilty.

“S-sorry,” I apologized automatically, having to exercise great restraint to keep still while I waited for her to say something, anything, that would let me know I hadn’t just completely screwed up.

“N-no, it’s… It’s okay. I just wasn’t expecting you to be… THAT big.” I blinked a few times, trying to process what she’d just said. And then I snorted, the weight that had set on my shoulders at the prospect of hurting her disappearing all at once, leaving me in an incredibly bubbly mindset.

“Oh yeah, doll? Thought about this a lot, have you?” I heard her breath hitch as she realized the implications of her own words, but seconds later, I felt her thigh muscles relax under the palms of my hands.

“Can’t say that I haven’t, Sargent. Are you going to show me if I’ve been overestimating you or what?” Growling at her teasing, I took it as permission to start thrusting, initially making sure to do it as slowly as possible, but as moans started to flow from her and the pit of arousal in my stomach grew with each press of my cock head against her uterus, I soon began to pick up my pace, not quite believing the fact that I was now fucking Y/N. I’d stay here for the rest of the night, hell, if she wanted to, I’d stay nestled inside of her for the rest of our lives. I just didn’t want to ever forget how it felt to be deep inside of her pussy, being this connected to her, knowing I was giving her pleasure as well.

Under my thumb, I felt her clit throb as she screamed out her high, her pussy contracting around my member and prompting me to cum on the condom too. My release was so strong, such a spiritual experience, that for a few seconds I forgot where I was - it was just me and her, and the feeling of having cummed inside a girl after so long.

But then, I hear the most annoying voice in the tower, characteristically interrupting our bonding with a tap on my shoulder, saying, “Mind if I join?”

It was safe to say that Sam didn’t touch her that night or ever again.

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just-dreaming-marvel · 3 years

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A Loss

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Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2,125ish

Summary: You find out some news, but also overhear a conversation that affects the news. You go out on a mission, knowing you shouldn’t.

Warnings: injury and loss of life.

Notes: this was requested. Hope y’all enjoy.

It was weird. You hadn’t even realized you were 6 weeks late until you woke up, throwing up on the floor right next to Bucky’s bed. Thank heavens for FRIDAY’s immediate response for calling the maid and that your boyfriend was out on his morning run with Steve. You cleaned yourself up and quickly left for the store before anyone could even notice you were gone.

You were anxious the whole time. Knee bouncing, hands shaking, heart racing. You felt like you were going to pass out as you allowed yourself to pee on that little stick you had just bought. You paced inside the bathroom of your private room. You didn’t want to chance Bucky walking in on you. Plus, you were terrified. Bucky and you and been dating for a little over a year now and not once had the two of you talked about marriage or family. You wanted that all with him, but you feared that he didn’t want that all with you.

When your phone’s timer went off, you froze. It took you what felt like hours to convince yourself to look at the results. It was positive. You were pregnant. The joy that filled your heart did not fill your eyes. Tears of worry filled your eyes and your mind began to wonder how Bucky would take the news.

“FRIDAY?” You called out. “Where’s Bucky?”

“Sargent Barnes is currently watching TV with Captain Rogers in the common room,” the AI responded. “Would you like me to get him for you?”

“No, I can get him myself.”

You were shaking with excitement and fear as you went down the hall, heading towards the common room. As you drew near, you could hear the men talking about something. You listened closely.

“You can’t tell me you didn’t think that baby in the diaper commercial wasn’t cute, Buck,” Steve teased.

“I never said it wasn’t!” Bucky replied. “I just just ‘eh’.”

“You and Y/N ever talk about having kids? Starting a family?”

“No,” Bucky responded, almost too quickly. You froze, hiding behind the wall to still listen in. “That’s not for me. Maybe back when we were still in the 40’s, definitely not now. Can you imagine, me, being a father?” Bucky scoffed. “Carrying around a child with this metal arm? What stories would I tell it anyway? About that time I murdered Stark’s parents? Can you imagine—“

“Alright, alright,” Steve chuckled. “I get it. Have you at least talked to Y/N about this? She might have an opinion on the matter too.”

“No I haven’t. And I don’t plan on it until she brings it up.”

“Seriously, punk?”

“I don’t want to ruin what we have.”

“And you’ve never thought that, with all the sex you two have, a baby might just accidentally happen for the two of you?”

“It couldn’t. She’s on the pill and we always use protection.”

“Always?”

“Whatever the case is, she’s on the pill. And I’m not meant to be a father. Can we drop this now and go back to watching football?”

You handed your had covering your mouth, trying not to let them here your sobs. Quickly, yet as quietly as you could, you ran too your room. You ordered FRIDAY to lock everyone, including Bucky, out as you curled up onto the floor and cried. You had no idea of what to do.

~~~

“Hey, doll,” Bucky knocked on your door later that evening. “You in there? I haven’t seen you all day.” No response. “I thought that we could go out for dinner.” Again no response. “Y/N?” He tried the door. “You okay in there? Why can’t I get in?”

“Miss Y/N has ordered that no one be let into her room,” FRIDAY informed Bucky.

“Not even me?”

“Yes.” FRIDAY was silent for a moment. “She is not feeling well and wishes to be left alone.”

You were on your bed, still crying, and listening to the conversation Bucky and FRIDAY were having.

“She’s not feeling well? Why didn’t she tell me?” Bucky began knocking again. “Sweetheart, please, let me in. Let me take care of you.”

“She wishes to be left alone,” FRIDAY repeated.

Bucky sighed. “Just… let me know if you need anything.”

You sobbed as you heard Bucky’s footsteps fade away. You wanted him. That’s all that would be able to comfort you right now, him holding you. But you didn’t know how to tell him about the baby growing inside you. The baby he didn’t want.

~~~

The whole team was woken up in the middle of the night. An emergency mission, and everyone was needed. You knew that you were in no condition, mentally and physically, to go, but it was your job to. It was clear to everyone that you were avoiding Bucky, which didn’t settle well with anyone. You were all on the quinjet, listening to Steve and Tony debrief while you got ready.

“Here,” Bucky said quietly, coming over to you. You were struggling to put your parachute on. “Let me help you.”

“I’m good,” you responded, moving away. The hurt in Bucky’s eyes was impossible to miss.

“Did I—“ Bucky swallowed. “Did I do something wrong?”

“Now is really not the time to talk about this, Barnes. we’re headed in for a mission.”

“Y/N.” Bucky gently grabbed your wrist, turning you to face him. You looked up at the ceiling as tears tried to form in your eyes. “What’s wrong?”

You ripped your hand out of his grip. “When were you planning on telling me you didn’t see yourself starting a family with me?” Now everyone’s attention was on you and Bucky.

“Doll, I don’t know what you’re—“

“Oh, don’t play dumb with me. I heard you talking to Steve.”

“When did I— oh… Oh, that was— Doll, please, let me explain.”

“Over the drop zone,” FRIDAY announced.

“I think I’ve heard enough,” you growled. You were the first to the ram, jumping off to the fight below.

“What have I done?” Bucky looked at everyone else helplessly.

“Focus on the mission, Buck,” Steve said. “Deal with your personal life later.”

~~~

Each team member was grateful that everyone had come. It seemed that HYDRA had brought in their whole forces. Bucky had tried to stay close to you but was separated quickly in the fight. Everyone was basically on their own.

You were fighting off flocks of HYDRA goons. Using all your senses to notice any new agent from any direction. It was exhausting, but you were making it look easy. Until, the need to throw up arrived. And you couldn’t hold it back.

“I need…” You panted over the comms, trying your best to hold the bile down. “I need… some help over here…”

“Y/N, are you alright?” Bucky’s panicked voice filled everyone’s ears.

“I… I can’t…” You fought off one more HYDRA agent before collapsing onto your hands and knees, emptying your stomach of all it’s contents.

“Are you throwing up, L/N?” Clint asked over the comms.

“I’m on my way, Y/N!” Bucky shouted. “Stay put!”

“Can’t,” you wiped off your mouth as you kicked an opposing agents legs out from underneath them. “I’m being attacked from all— AH!”

Searing pain was felt in your stomach. Another one immediately following. One of your hands went to clutch your stomach as the other kept you stable on the ground.

“Y/N!” A chorus of voices sounded in your ear.

“I’m on my way, Y/N!” Bucky sounded terrified. More terrified than anyone had ever heard him before.

The HYDRA agents surrounding you were taken out in one turn of Tony’s lasers as he landed.

“I’ve got her, Barnes,” Tony stated, picking you up. “Meet us at the quinjet.”

“T-tony-y,” you groaned in pain.

“Hang on, Y/N.” He flew you to the quinjet. “You’re not leaving us just yet.”

“I’m… preg— preg… nant….”

“What?” He laid you down on the med-bay table, hoping he did not just hear what he had just heard.

“I’m… p-pregnant…”

“Barnes, you have 30 seconds to get on this quinjet before I’m leaving your frozen ass.” Tony hurried to the cockpit.

“Why?” Steve asked. “What happened?”

“Y/N’s pregnant.”

“What?!” The chorus of voices exclaimed.

“And… and it’s not looking too good.” Tony turned just in time to see your body completely give out. “FRIDAY get us in the air!” He hurried back over to you, pressing his metal hand on your stomach. “We’re leaving now, Barnes!”

“I’m here! I’m here!” Bucky yelled, running up the ramp as the quinjet was lifting off the ground. “Oh my—“ He fell onto his knees beside your head. “Y/N.” He cried, resting his forehead against yours. “Please… I didn’t mean it… please fight. For me. For our child… I can’t live without you…”

~~~

You were rushed into surgery immediately. Leaving Tony and Bucky helplessly waiting in the other room. The team wasn’t far behind, finding more fight in them after hearing about your condition. They were all in the med-bay waiting room in the Tower, either unable to sit still or being about to sit too still.

Bucky wouldn’t let anyone near him. He stayed on the other side of the room, pacing as he mumbled to himself in Russian and pulled out his hair. Dr. Cho came through the doors 8 hours after you had been taken back. Bucky rushed up to her, but was unable to speak. He feared what the response might be.

“How is she?” Steve asked, resting a hand on his friend’s shoulder.

“Y/N pulled through,” Dr. Cho answered. “She’ll need a good two months off missions, but she’ll survive.”

“An-and… the…” Bucky swallowed as he tried to get the words out. “The baby? Wh-what about the baby?”

Dr. Cho’s eyes gave it away before she could even speak. “The baby didn’t make it. I’m sorry, Sargent Barnes.”

Bucky stood there, clenching his fists before beginning to pace again. The team watched, not knowing how to comfort their friend. Bucky let out a heartbreaking scream as he punched through the wall. Letting the tears fall, he fell onto his knees. His sobs were the most heartbreaking thing any of them had ever heard.

~~~

There was something heavy on your legs. That was the first thing you noticed when you began to come to. The next things were the bandages around your abdomen and the IV in your arm. Slowly blinking to adjust to the lights, you opened your eyes. You looked down to your legs to see Bucky. His shoulders were trembling as he let out quiet sobs into your legs. That’s when you knew.

“I lost it… didn’t I?” Your raspy, quiet voice had Bucky head snapping up in your direction.

“Oh, doll.” Bucky’s eyes were red and puffy. You had never seen them that way before. He gently took hold of your hand, running his thumb across the back of it. “You had me so scared there.”

“The baby, Buck… Is it…” Tears filled your eyes as you trailed off, unable to finish your thought.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart.” You didn’t try to stop the loud, painful sob that ripped through you. “I’m so sorry for everything. For what I said. I honestly didn’t mean it. I was scared and I thought that Steve and I were just joking around. If I would have known…. I never should have said any of that to begin with…”

“I was coming to tell you the news, when I heard you two… it broke my heart…”

“I’ll never be able to apologize enough… this is all my fault.”

“No,” you shook your head, “it’s not… I knew what I was risking going out into the field… I was being stupid. I should have insisted on staying here.”

“Will you ever forgive me?”

“I… I honestly never hated you. Just heartbroken… I want you to be honest with me though… do you see a future with me?”

“That’s all I see… that’s what terrifies me. The thought that one day you’ll wake up and realize that I’m not good enough for you and leave… that’s why I haven’t brought anything up. I don’t want this to end.”

“James Buchanan Barnes, I love you. And I never plan on leaving your side. Ever. You here me? And if you ever have those awful thoughts again, you come straight to me, alright? I love you.”

“I love you too, doll. Oh gosh—“ He leaned up and kissed you, hard. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I love you, so much.”

“I love you… And I’m sorry.”

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persephonesinfernos · 3 years

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ignoti nulla cupido | part eight.

summary: natasha finds you once again to be able to keep her an tony’s promise to keep you safe, but how would they react when they’ll learn about the little dirty secret you have been keeping since you left bucky’s side?

word count: 1128.

pairing: bucky barnes x reader.

warnings: angst, and bucky being a dickhead.

author’s note: I’m sorry but I hate bucky, it doesn’t matter if I write him like this, I hate him. and please, please, do not hate me.

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“A kid?” Steve asked astonished.

“Yes, Cap. A kid, a little human being.”

Suddenly the whole room erupted in noises, everyone was asking questions about the revelation. Every single one of the Avengers wanted to know the name of the boy, his age, who was his father, why HYDRA took him, why (Y/N) didn’t tell anyone about him, etc.

Everyone was stating their opinion on the mater but Bucky, Bucky remained sited in a dazing state. Not a single movement was perceived by Natasha that was solely focused on the father, little did he truly know about (Y/N)’s son.

“Okay, that’s it,” Tony’s voiced was heard loudly over the murmuring. “Romanoff, why didn’t you tell me about this? Knowing about the kid would’ve made things much easier all this time.” The billionaire was clearly fed up with the present issue.

“Because Tony, I didn’t know,” the redhead spat back tired of Tony’s shit. “I didn’t even know until a few days before I went for her, until it was probably too late,” her hands up in the air, signalling her frustration. “Don’t you think I would’ve love to know that my best friend was pregnant? To be with her during the pregnancy, during the whole thing? She did it all by herself Stark,” Romanoff’s orbs stayed focus on Tony, but she was still very aware of Barnes’ movements. “Besides, it was not my secret to tell, not my confession to make. If she didn’t it was because of something and I always have trusted her judgment.”

Bucky stood up abruptly, his chair falling behind. Every single pair of eyes darted to him, however, nobody said anything as he walked out.

“Where are you going Buck?”

“Steve, I just… I just need to know,” a distraught whisper was all Steve could make out of his friend.

“Let her be, maybe you don’t like what she has to say.”

“I don’t care anymore.” With that, James Buchanan Barnes left, ready to discover what was truly going on with her former lover.

(Y/N) was pacing around her room, she knew she told Nat to tell her big secret – most of it, at least. The team deserved to know if they’re going to help her out on this, but did she make the right choice? Maybe it was her who should’ve let everyone in her secret, maybe she should’ve of talk to Bucky first.

An ear-piercing bang startled her, turning around as she pointed her gun at whoever dared to walk in there without her permission. A blank pair of blue orbs staring right through her, her soul ripping apart at the sight.

“A child (Y/N)?” Barnes’ voice was calmed down but his heart, his heart was beating so loudly he was afraid it would break through his thoracic cage.

(Y/N) was still pointing her gun towards him, too afraid to even breathe. This was the moment she dreaded for the past three years, all the things she had thought of saying to his father’s son at some point evaporated from her mind.

“What do you want Barnes?” She blurted out.

“By starts, to not being pointed with a gun. Secondly, I want to know.” Bucky’s eyes began to look everywhere in hopes of a sign. A sign that he was doing the right thing, that what his instincts were screaming to him was wrong.

“I don’t have anything to tell you. You were crystal clear last time we were standing in front of each other, do you remember it? ‘Cause that last time is still my worst nightmare James.” Just speaking out his name broke more of her soul, not anymore was the name of the love of her life, but also the name of the child he fathered and now was at the claws of the same people that made Bucky’s life a living hell.

“(Y/N)….” He spoke softly, his feet stumbling to her in caution but something made him stop dead in his tracks. An image on an Ipad, a picture of a little kid with striking ice blue eyes, sharp jaw and short brown hair that was cut oddly familiar to a past life.

(Y/N) noticed what was going on but she was too afraid to try anything, she just stood still and watched how Bucky’s face changed from sorrow to realization, realization about your little boy, about his boy.

“Is that him?” Bucky’s voice was just a whisper, his fingers tracing the screen.

Taking a deep sight (Y/N) decided to tell the truth, nothing could be more broken. “Yes, name’s James. A shy three-year old that doesn’t need to blurt out a word, just the way he looks at you is enough to know what’s in his mind,” (Y/N) approached Bucky’s slowly, she was behind him now and even though Bucky didn’t budge when she placed her hands on his shoulders, she could sense the storming coming. “Just like his father” (Y/N) spoke, tears running freely down her cheeks.

Bucky snapped out, turning furiously to (Y/N) “He’s my son and you didn’t think I deserved to know? To know I had a kid.”

He towered over her, making (Y/N) feel terror at how his metal fist clenched in his side.

“You told me to get the fuck out of your life, that you didn’t care anymore about shit that happened to me or that will happen. That I was a demanding bitch.” (Y/N) chocked out, not looking at his eyes.

“You gave birth to my fucking son (Y/N), and now Hydra took him because you weren’t able to protect him.” She was sure that by now, someone had heard all the noise coming out of her bedroom even thou Bucky’s words were a mere whisper.

“I wasn’t able to be there, to watch him grow, to protect him because of you and your fucking insecurities and fear.” He was now inches away from her face, his metal hand grabbing (Y/N)’s wrist so tightly she was sure there were going to be bruises on it tomorrow morning.

(Y/N) tried to say something but it was like she was paralyzed, the only thing she was able to do was to watch the cold demeanour of the person she still loved and hated equally.

“This is on you (Y/N). Whatever happens to him is on you, just pray that we will get to him in time.” Bucky said voidly now, it felt like the Winter Soldier was the one standing in front of you.

He let go of (Y/N), her back hitting the wall behind her. As Bucky was about to cross the threshold, he stopped and without glazing her way he spoke “I’m getting a lawyer, as it is clear that you can’t be responsible for my child.”

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