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[inviswounds]

Some Girl - Bucky Barnes

WARNINGS: Mention of sex/adult themes.

SUMMARY: You and Bucky have been together secretly for the past couple of weeks. 

A/N: Posting these on Tumblr for the bucky fans :)

*Your POV*

"Good morning, doll." I heard a voice say. I hesitantly open my eyes and see Bucky laying in my bed. His brunette hair was messy and his voice was deeper than usual; his blue eyes were piercing. I rub my eyes and groan.

"Morning," I reply, gently rolling over and wrapping my arms around him. Our bodies were now pressed together.  We both smiled as we stared into each other's eyes, trying our best to read the other person's thoughts. "What?" I asked, giggling. His hands moved along my body, and his eyes followed them before coming back to meet mine.

"You're just really beautiful." He says, licking his lips. I playfully roll my eyes and roll over to face the other way. He lets out a load groan, "come back to me." I laugh as I grab my phone from the bed side table before finding my way back into Bucky's arms. He holds me tighter. I scroll through instagram while he cuddles into me, closing his eyes. 

"Don't go back to sleep, Buck." I say, forcing him to open his eyes. He squints his eyes at me and furrows his eyebrows. I throw my leg over the top of his and cuddle into him, moving my phone to the side. "We have to get up."

"Can't we just stay like this?"

"I wish." I give him a quick peck on the lips before sitting up. He tiredly flops onto his stomach and throws his face at the pillows. I quickly head towards the bathroom, fiddling with the hair tie wrapping my hair in a messy bun. After a struggle, my hair falls onto my shoulders gently. 

I turn on the bathroom light and look at myself in the mirror. I let out a sigh before turning on the tap and splashing my face with the cool water. That always helped me wake up in the morning. I took a deep breath before walking towards the closet to pick my outfit. We didn't have any missions today, but we did have a few meetings and scheduled 'time together' with the rest of the group. Steve thinks it's a good idea to have allocated times where we have to hang out as a group. He says it helps our teamwork. I pull out some comfortable clothes and dress myself. As I turn to look back at my bed, Bucky is still laying there face down. 

"Bucky!" I call, he jumps slightly in a panic. 

"W-What?" He says tiredly. He looks at you and then at the clock before quickly jumping out of the bed. "Oh shit!" He grabs his clothes from last night and puts them on in a hurry. 

"Buck, don't let them see you." I say, as I fiddle through the jewellery on my desk. He nods and runs towards the door before stopping, turning around, and running back to give me a kiss. The quick peck lasted only a second before he rushed out of my room. I licked my lips and smiled to myself. 

After I finish getting ready, I head to the main room for Tony's meeting. I presumed it would be about the usual stuff, ya know, someone not doing their chores, or someone messing up on an assignment. He said it wasn't an emergency so it couldn't have been anything too bad. We all sit around the table in the main room, talking amongst ourselves. Tony walks in a few minutes later, of course he had to make his own entrance. 

"Right, settle down." He said, standing at the head of the table. The talking died out and we all looked at Tony. He glanced around at all of us while sighing. "Avengers, I hate to be the guy do this," he started. I looked around nervously. "If you're going to have people over, too uh," my eyes widened. Oh god. "You know what i mean," 

"No, Tony, I don't." Clint joked. Tony looked at him and took a deep breath, 

"If you're gonna do- that, you can at least clean up after yourselves." He replied. Clint leaned back in his chair with his arms crossed and laughed under his breath. "Please don't leave anyone's lingerie laying around." 

"Someone invited a girl over and she left her underwear?" Sam laughed, looking around at everyone to trying to figure out who it was. Tony nodded and raised his eyebrows, 

"Anyone want to own up?" He asked. My eyes glance around the people sitting at the table, I also wanted to figure out who it could be. "They were left in the gym." My eyes instantly widen and my lips part. I suddenly remember what Bucky and I had done in the gym yesterday after working out. I quickly look at Bucky, who's eyes were already on mine. His in-concealable panicked face said it all. Everyone turned to look at him slowly. 

"Bucky!" Sam gasped, looking at him. Fuck. This was it. Everyone was going to find out about us. He was going to tell them.

"Yeah, uh, it was me." He said. I blinked and turned away, knowing what was about to happen. He gulps, "I just had some girl over, thats all, my bad." My eyes slowly drift back to his, but his are no longer focused on me. He won't even look at me after saying that. 

"In the gym? Come on!" Natasha attested, rolling her eyes. Bucky looked around the room apologetically, hoping no one would make a big deal out of this. 

"That's weird," Steve added. He looked at Bucky and then at me. Steve had known for a while now that something was definitely going on between the two of us. I laughed nervously and looked down. Bucky looked at me and chuckled slightly. 

I looked up to realise everyone's eyes were on me. They could feel something wasn't right. I smiled at all of them and stood up before making my way back to my room.  As soon as I reached my room, I could barely hold back my laughter. As if  Bucky would just have 'some girl' over. Even though he put on this tough guy act, deep down he was too shy for that. 

Later, Bucky came to my room. "Hey," He whispers, shutting the door quietly behind him. I look up from my phone and smile. He wanders over to me and slowly gets on top of me, nuzzling his head into my chest. 

"Some girl, huh?" I say. He immediately looks up at me and lightly scrunches his face, trying to find his words. 

"Yeah, you know me," he jokes, "just messing with random girls." We both laugh as I pull him back closer to me, wrapping my arms around him. We lay there in silence for a moment, just holding each other. He looks up at me, studying my face. I smile.

"What?" I giggle. Without another word, he places his lips onto mine. I immediately kiss back, reaching my hand to his hair. His hand trails down my back as he slowly pulls me on top of him. As the kiss grew more passionate, I could feel him reaching to my jeans to take them off. He pulled away for a second to look down at my jeans to see what he was doing, but I quickly smashed our lips together hungrily. I grabbed at his shirt, trying to pull it off of him but I couldn't. He laughed between our kisses as he took his shirt off himself. I ran my hands down his chest as the kiss deepened even more. He pushed me onto my back so now he was on top and began pulling my pants down. Before we could go any further, we heard a gasp coming from the door. We immediately stopped and looked up. To our horror, Steve was standing right in the doorway of my bedroom. He blinked in silence for a moment.

"Uh- sorry, um," he mumbled nervously, not knowing whether to leave, cover his eyes or just continue staring in shock. 

"It's not what it looks like." I said, beginning to panic. Before I could make up an excuse, or a lie, Bucky had come clean.

"Ok fine we're together," He said, bringing up the sheets to cover you. I gently hit his chest and looked at him in shock. He titled his head and half smiled at me before turning back towards Steve, "Don't tell anyone!" Steve placed his hand on his forehead, still staring at us in disbelief. His mouth opened slightly, like he wanted to say something but couldn't find the words.

"Get out Steve!" Bucky yelled, throwing an arm out. Steve turned to leave, but before he did, he turned back around and looked at us again. 

"Wait what? You two?" Steve added, as if it had only just clicked in his brain. 

"Steve!"

With that, he swung around quickly and slammed the door shut. Before either of us could say anything, Bucky began to laugh. I pushed him off of me and rolled my eyes playfully,

"That's not funny," I said. He covered his mouth as he rolled over, not believing what had just happened. "He knows about us now!" Bucky quickly pulled me into him, forcing my head onto his chest as he hugged me tightly. I could feel his heartbeat begin to slow as he calmed down. I wrapped my arms around his torso and sighed. 

"Hey, y/n," he whispered, tightening his grip. 

"Hmm." 

"I love you." He said. I froze. We had never said that to each other. I could feel my smile growing on my face as I turned to look at him. He seemed nervous, but quickly relaxed once he saw my expression. I kissed his lips gently, I blinked rapidly as we pulled apart. Before I could get too far, he leaned in for another, lightly kissing my lip as I pulled myself away. I slowly opened my eyes to look at him,

"I love you too."

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Just What You Wanted

Pairing(s): onesided!Pietro Maximoff x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: pietro really misses his chance here, oocpietro? (first time writing him), reader being a big adult and moving on, pietro acting like a child, mentions of sexy time (readerxbucky), toxic!pietro, protective!bucky

Words: 4430

Summary: You decided to take your chance and ask Pietro out. There had to be more to his flirting right? Unfortunately he turns you down but you won't waste your time mourning what could have been. You move on and find a perfect partner in the Winter Soldier.

"Maybe I got the signals mixed up?" You lightheartedly muse to Wanda. Carefully, you push down on the button stopper of the wine box that was situated between the two of you.

Wanda shakes her head. "Don't even give it a second thought. He's my brother and I love him, but you can do WAY better than him." She couldn't fathom why Pietro would reject your proposition of a date. Wanda knew her twin brother liked you. Painfully obvious in the obnoxious manner both of you flirt.

Making a mental note to chew him out later, Wanda tilts the remainder of her own wine glass into her mouth. "He's been acting like a complete ass since we arrived in America. I think now that he has freedom, he's overdosing on it. What was the term Tony used?"

You choke on your wine, a snort burning your nose and throat. "Man-whore."

She nods. "Yes! That is it. He's become quite a man-whore!"

Near dying next to her, you're forced to put down your wine glass or you would ruin your bedspread. Once your hands were free, you use them to clutch your stomach as it aches from your laughter.

Really you weren't that upset about it. You thought you would give it a shot, maybe something was there. No big duh to you.

"Did he really say he didn't want to date you because you're coworkers?" Confusion still plagued Wanda as she slowly blinks her eyes. Trying to understand what her brother was thinking. They didn't have that type twin telepathy. That was mainly based on feelings. "That's complete bull."

"Honestly it's okay. Really." You tell Wanda trying to calm her down. "He's probably right. No harm done."

Wanda placates her own feelings with a smile at how unperturbed you were by the rejection. Pietro was a fool. His loss will be someone else's gain.

Not long after someone else did stumble upon you.

Never before had you worked with the Winter Soldier. You'd seen him around Avenger's HQ and spotted him in the common areas, but you wouldn't say you were close to Bucky Barnes. Only a handful of friendly words had ever been shared between you.

The assignment that paired you together with him would ultimately turn out to be a blessing in disguise. A simple mission that you confidently thought you could finish in no time. The run of the mill shadow organization that possessed weapons of mass destruction and infiltrating said organization. You and Bucky were picked for this based on your success record and skill set. You found it a compliment as you heard nothing but great things about Bucky. He was a fine soldier and outstanding friend to Steve Rogers.

Fury told you the timeline looked to be a month before this organization known as 'Specter' planned to launch its weapon. A major problem was that their base was hidden so both you and Bucky would have to go deep undercover.

You shared an close space with Bucky and found him pleasurable to be around. He was easy on the eyes too. His smile makes every inch of you flutter delightfully. Similar to how flirting with Pietro made you feel.

Patience was required when gathering intel. An operation like this couldn't be rushed. That meant learning more about Bucky. He even manages to pry some stories from your childhood out of you. Things you hadn't remembered in a long time.

When passing binoculars, fingers linger against one another. Excuses of offering warmth just so that you could press yourself against him. His jacket might as well have belonged to you now due to how often you were wearing it now.

"It looks better on you anyway." Bucky would tell you. A heaviness in his gaze puts all of your functions at a halt.

You started noticing how kissable his lips looked. Or the fine veins that run along his hands. Beautiful as they held a gun. Between your legs start to ache for him when you watch Bucky strangling a man for information. You never found violence. . . attractive until you worked with Bucky. It was just a means to get by. A requirement for the world you lived in.

Throughout the mission, you manage to keep things professional. Even though the burning gazes exchanged were still frequent. You had to focus your efforts on completing your assignment. Bucky respects that type of work ethic.

Identifying the main figures within Specter was easy once missing pieces were filled with the information you received along the way. One would be spared for questioning, the other two were quickly disposed of.

When your prisoner was handed over to the government which held dominion, you and Bucky head back to the room you'd been using to hide out in.

You were excited to go home and tell Wanda all about it. You're giddy, imagining her scandalized reaction that you loved. Her eyes would get so big, hands clutching onto your arm begging for more details.

A knock at the door puts a pause in your packing as you go to check the peephole. You open it once you verify it's just Bucky. "You all done packing? Sorry, I'll just be five more minutes."

He closes the door behind him. "It's not that."

The depth of his voice has you shivering, turning back to him with your full attention. He's cleaned off the dirt from his face and changed his clothes. Appeared Bucky even brushed his dark hair. Disheveled Bucky was sexy but cleaned up Bucky was a god damn smoke show. Your bones become trembling jelly as he stalks up to you.

"I believe, we have some personal business to take care of." The corner of his lips twitch up in a predatory manner to show off his sharp cuspids.

"By all means," You breathe out and internally cheer when it doesn't come out as a squeak "lets commence the business Mr. Barnes."

The delay of your return to headquarters did raise brows.

Especially Pietro's.

You took Wanda by the arm and she knew you had a story to tell. Using her magic-like ability, she conjures a bottle of wine accompanied by two glasses.

Two schoolgirls giggling and kicking their legs as they talk about one's crush.

"And he told me-" your cheeks hurt from your smile "that he wants to take me out on a proper date."

Wanda swoons backwards as she falls against your bed. She says something in her native Sokovian before switching to English "I told you that you could do much better than Pietro."

From then on it was a common occurrence to find you and Bucky together. You visit one another's room frequently day and night. Time spent not on assignment, Bucky would take you out on both fun and romantic dates. He wooed you like no other man had before. A goddamn gentleman who ate and slurped your pussy in a way that sucked the soul right out of you.

There were men before Bucky but sweet mercy they couldn't compare to the beast that was Bucky once he got your legs perched atop his shoulders. You would never had taken him for a sloppy eater, not by the way he used his fork and knife when he took you out to fancy restaurants. When he slides in his cold metal fingers, your back spikes up in a arch off the bed.

However, not everyone in the Avenger's Headquarters was happy for you and Bucky.

When Pietro first walked into the communal kitchen to find Bucky's hand up your shirt, he nearly suffered from an aneurysm on the spot. Thankfully his feet reacted faster than his brain and took off in the opposite direction before either of you noticed his presence. He'd heard the office gossip that you and Bucky were an item now. Pietro arrogantly thought that your relationship with the winter soldier was a fling or some fucked up way for get back at him for turning you down.

Hitting the two month mark had Pietro sweating. Your relationship with Bucky was thriving. The sting of betrayal sears his insides. When he voices his woes to his twin, Wanda held no comforting words for him.

"Oh well. They love each other now. So you have to move on." Uncaringly, her attention goes back to her phone. "You had your chance, Pietro."

He shoots his sister a glare. "Have some empathy."

That makes her laugh but at least Wanda puts her phone down and turns back to Pietro. "Empathy? Refresh my memory, what was the real reason why you didn't date her?" He'd told you it was because you were coworkers. Claimed he didn't want things to be weird around HQ. Conveniently forgetting that Wanda and Vision were in a happy relationship. But she knew the disgusting truth.

His eyes turn pleading, round and lined with those pretty lashes he flaunted. "Wanda-"

"No, I want to hear you say it again and really help me try to understand." Her arms cross in front of her.

Pietro takes his bottom lip between his teeth to give it a worrying chew. "I. . . I wasn't ready to be in a monogamous relationship- Hey, I'm being serious." He adds the last part after he hears Wanda snort. "We spent all of our adolescence and young adult lives under HYDRA control. It's only been two years since we were liberated. I want to live a little bit more before settling down."

"And look what that has cost you."

"I didn't think-"

"No, you didn't." Wanda's exasperated. "That's not a good excuse. Bucky is in the same boat as us and just because he missed out on having a life he didn't let that stop him from making things official with her."

In short, Pietro simply had no choice but to deal with it. And his way of dealing with it was bringing home his current ladies in the hopes of catching your attention. If you see him with another woman, maybe your jealous would remind you of your feelings for him. That tactic didn't work and only gained him disapproving looks from his twin. He stopped when it was clear your heart eyes weren't straying from Bucky.

Evident that he wasn't going to win you back, Pietro's disbelief curdled to jealousy.

Words weren't enough to bring him to his senses; none in English or Sokovian reached his ears. Exhausted from trying to speak reason to him, Wanda stops all together. Perhaps her brother needed to fall on his ass to wake up.

You weren't blind to Pietro's spike in hostile conduct. Lately there were a few close calls between Bucky and Pietro. Bucky refused to stand for Quicksilver's attitude. Fists weren't raised- not yet. But if looks could kill, both would be incinerated.

Unable to ignore Pietro at Headquarters, you and Bucky take the plunge and buy an apartment together and move out of the superhero facility all together. The apartment complex was still relatively close to headquarters; mainly housing other staff that worked out of there.

Just because you removed yourselves, you were still Avengers and required to attend functions for different movie fundraisers or anything else that had you in hair and make-up for two hours. It paid off to watch Bucky's mouth near drop at the sight of you. This once-assassin who has blood on his hands truly did something to you when he wore a sharp suit. Seams that are streamline and highlight his broad shoulders. Even his waist was deliciously framed. You wanted to hop on him and wrap your legs around that sinfully sexy waist.

Alas, neither you or Bucky could just continue to stand there drooling over the other.

"Wipe your chin, Barnes." Natasha teases as she passes by. To you she shoots a lively smile. "Come on you two. Free booze and food await us."

Pietro had already found the said free booze; ignoring the free food part. He was obligated to attend the gala, agreed to it months ago. If he backed out now, everyone else would have his ass over the fire.

Though he felt like maybe it would have been better had he just said fuck it and stayed home. Especially when you and Bucky walk in looking like the perfect couple. Cameras went off yet people kept a respectful distance from the two of you. You basically had your own guard dog in the form of the Winter Soldier. He towers over you in a way that told others to back off; a protective hand holding onto your's. Both of you are quite the sight standing next to Wanda and Vision. Wanda happily hugs you, her words lost to the loud background music.

He can't take his eyes off of you.

Alcohol warming his system, Pietro downed glass after glass. There was a momentary warmth he felt inside of him before he caught sight of you again.

Hating seeing the two of you together, Pietro spirals in his own head. Plenty of pretty girls around him, all he could focus on was you and the fact that you were hanging off the arm of a murderer. Everyone seemed to have so quickly forgotten that this man killed Howard and Maria Stark.

The moment you unlatched yourself from Bucky's side to go to the bar, Pietro descent upon you.

Your heightened senses barely register the high velocity sound that you associated with Quicksilver. Half a step back was all you were able to make before you heard his husky voice "You find killers sexy?"

His question rakes claw marks against your mind. "What?"

A mocking laugh puffs out of him and he rolls his eyes over in Bucky's direction. "The Winter Soldier. You like the fact that he's murdered innocent people?"

On edge, you notice in your periphery how people were starting to turn to look your way. The volume of Pietro's voice was gradually starting to rise and draw onlookers.

Flushing and attempting to retain your composure, you keep your shoulders back confidently. “Looks like you’ve had too much to drink.” Your eyes search the crowd for Wanda so that she could take him home before he said or did anything he’d regret later. You couldn’t see her or her floating man among the many bobbing heads. Even unable to find Bucky despite his stature.

“Deflecting the question, I see.” Pietro smugly smirks at you; a sway in the step that he took forward. “Shall I raise my voice so you can hear better?”

You narrow your eyes into deadly slits as you squint at him. He was clearly not in his right mind. “What do you want, Pietro?” What was this sudden change in him about? The moment your relationship became public knowledge, Pietro had been pissy ever since. He was the one who rejected you. The one who told you that you shouldn't date because you're coworkers. He had no right to be jealous.

Bucky suggested a few weeks ago that Pietro may still be interested in you. Proposed that his peaked interest must have been from seeing you and Bucky together. At the time you laughed it off. A corner of your mind was screaming at you to listen to him.

Not appreciating how closely he leaned into you, Pietro snarls "That guy has taken numerous, innocent lives. How could you fuck someone with that kind of blood on their hands?" Now you were sure more and more people were pulling out their phones and recording to send to whatever social media platform.

Heat rises off of your cheeks as they blare like alarms. You felt your body tremble not because you were afraid, no, you tremble under the weight of your own fury. Your powers rattled the bars of the cage you kept it in. Clenching down hard against your back teeth with the effort to keep them at bay.

"You know why he did those terrible things. It wasn't him." Growling softly you try desperately to keep a semblance of a calm tone. You were never the type to show your anger. The public might turn against you if they see you break from Pietro's cruel words. Even the bits you were letting slip was enough for your audience to know you were beyond furious. "He was under HYDRA mind control. You of all people should understand the ways HYDRA implements their tools of pain." It wasn't working.

You needed Bucky before you really snapped your last strand of patience.

At least Pietro had enough sense to take a step away from you. In his drunken stupor, he hadn't noticed the crowd. Dozens of people holding up their smartphones, a few reporters who were allowed in were snapping bright pictures. That's when he saw Bucky and Wanda toward him.

Wanda uses her power to wrap him up in scarlet bindings and drag him to where she stood at the cusp of the crowd. She spits something out in Sokovian toward him, motioning for Bucky to go to your side and get you out of there. He looked more ready to rip Pietro apart but valued your wellbeing over all else and easily strode to you.

He slings a protective arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to his side in an attempt to keep you out of the sight of cameras.

Those involved were taken back to Avengers HQ so the situation could be straightened out. That is, after Fury was done yelling at everyone for how they acted at what was supposed to be an extravagant gala. Admonished how you and Pietro were acting like dramatic high schoolers with your stunt and how this would definitely tarnish the reputation of earth's mightiest heroes. Pietro was still as drunk as a skunk, hissing at everyone who tried to get near him. Only being held back by Wanda who was still yelling at him in Sokovian. As everyone argued back and forth, only you and Bucky remained quiet.

A small upside could be found. Though it was quite the public altercation, popularity for you and Bucky as a couple sky rocketed. Within the hours of it happening, many social media websites exploded with praise at how you defended your man.

That news wasn't enough to make anyone happy at the moment.

Seeing that nothing would be resolved with such bickering, Bucky clears his throat to draw everyone's attention to him. "May I get a word with Pietro alone?"

Fury doesn't look like he wants to allow it. He was assured though that if anything were to happen, Bucky would be able to stand on his own and fend off an angry Pietro. His single dark eye roves around the room before conceding to Bucky's request.

Motive unclear, you arch a brow in his direction. He just offers you a smile and leans toward you to say "It'll be alright. Jus' wanna talk to him."

"I've seen you 'just talk' to people before." You remind him trying to keep your voice stern. "Don't make things worse. Okay?"

"Yes ma'am." That smirk of his will be the death of you, you just know it. There's a silent exchange between you and Wanda who finally relinquishes her scarlet restraints on her twin brother. Pietro staggers without the additional support that held him up.

"Fifteen minutes. Cameras are rolling." Fury warns as he escorts the others out.

Comfortably strolling forward, Bucky pulls out one of the conference chairs that had been entirely ignored. "Take a seat, Maximoff." Immediately there's a snarl curling Pietro's lips until Bucky rolls his eyes. "Or stand. Doesn't matter I guess. Just, listen to me for a moment."

Inebriated individuals don't understand reason, too caught up in their own tilted perception. He wants to do anything else but listen to Bucky prattle on about how he needs to back off of you. That you belonged to him now and how he wouldn't tolerate Pietro's pursuit of you.

Luck appeared to be on Bucky's side for the alcohol was wearing off of Pietro as he started to lose his steam and reluctantly slink down into the chair opposite Bucky's. His dark eyes hold steady onto the metal armed man. Remembering all too clear the stories that HYDRA would tell him and Wanda about the best operative they've ever had: the Winter Soldier. Would this legend of a man be able to hold off Pietro's speed attacks if he were to try?

Honestly he was tired of being angry. Emotions both positive and negative were siphoned out of him until there was nothing left.

Bucky could see that.

"Whatever we say here, stays here." Bucky speaks again, each word cruelly clipped. They strike Pietro like small arrows. Nothing could prepare him for the dead eyed glare that now pinned him to his chair. "Your behavior stops here. I've been more than patient. Held my tongue and my fist when I wanted to knock some sense into you. I didn't, for her sake since she didn't want to cause any trouble among the team. But you're spoiled brat act can't be tolerated anymore. You embarrassed all of us at the gala and made the Avengers look like fools."

His metal hand curls its fingers inwards toward his palm before releasing; an attempt to calm himself before his tone became too heated.

Pietro waits for any sign of movement for Bucky as the larger man deeply inhales. Finally, Bucky's eyes flick back up to him. "I get it."

With a heavy tongue, Pietro croaks out "Get what?"

"I know why and what has fueled your actions. Underneath it all you may have possibly loved her. You're upset that you lost your chance with her. It sucks, it has to to lose someone as amazing as her. I couldn't imagine. . ."

There's a flicker of anger at how the Winter Soldier spoke to him. Reminded Pietro of when his father would scold him as a child.

Bucky's voice soften when he detects the subtle twitch of Pietro's nose. He promised you that he wouldn't escalate things. "I'm sorry. I feel for you. But. . . I'm not going to be stupid enough to let her go. As long as she'll have me, she's mine."

He wanted to ignore the sincerity that warmed Bucky's words. Wanted to keep what little resentment remained inside.

Abruptly, Bucky stands from his chair; bottom of the legs scraping against the floor and startling Pietro in the process. In half a second, Pietro is up on his feet, taking a defensive position. Though his movements were sloppy as his perception was still muddled from his quickly consumed drinks.

Whatever camaraderie had been built between them in those short minutes of Bucky talking was gone. Back were those assassin sharp eyes. "If you upset her one more time, it won't be me you'll have to deal with. It will be the Winter Soldier coming after you. And I can guarantee not even your speed will be able to stop that monster."

"I told you."

He didn't want to hear it from Wanda right now. Damn her for always being right. Right now he just wanted to forget how he made such an ass of himself in front of so many people. When he wasn't trying to fend off his massive hangover migraine he was scrolling through social media, coming upon videos of how he spat in your face saying all sorts of cruel and vindictive things to you. So many mean comments slandering Quicksilver and adoring the hero couple.

In an attempt to drown out Wanda, Pietro grabs his pillow and lays it over his head.

That wouldn't stop her as she was on the war path. He'd hurt her best friend.

Red tendrils of her power rip his pillow off of his head. Pietro hisses in response and whips his head to narrow his eyes in her direction. "You're going to apologize to her. Because if you don't and pull this kind of shit again, Bucky is going to kill you and I won't be able to stop him. You're an idiot for not realizing how protective he is of her." She mumbles something about how lucky he was that Bucky hadn't smashed his face in the conference room during their private chat.

Quiet for a moment, Pietro sits up and leans his back against the bed's headboard. "I know. . . I know I've fucked everything up. I just. . ."

Wanda still has her arms crossed in front of her chest, posture vibrating with the need to throttle her twin. The frostiness in her expression slackens though at Pietro finally admitting that he was in the wrong. Not like she got satisfaction out of it. It pained her watching her brother act like a total dick head toward her best friend. It wasn't long ago that she thought you and Pietro would make a nice couple.

He sighs and runs a hand through his ash blonde hair, repeating "I've fucked everything up."

"At least you're owning up to it." quietly points out Wanda.

Time was necessary for all wounds to heal. That applied toward the ones Pietro had caused. He gave you space for two days before he came up to you to ask for a private word; promising he'd behave and that he just wanted to apologize for everything. Even told you about what Bucky had said to him.

You knew he told the truth because his face was the definition of genuine remorse and repentance.

For most of his speech he looked at his hands, but when he dared to glance up at you Pietro would hold your gaze. His earnestness brimming in his blue eyes. For so long they had been darkened by his discontent. Now they remind you of the pretty bright hue they used to be.

After a moment of silence, Pietro hesitantly asks "Are you happy with him? Truly?"

"I am. I've never been this happy in my entire life. He makes me happy." A bright smile flourishes on your face. "I love him."

Pietro nods.

"Hey, even if things didn't work out romantically with us doesn't mean I don't want to be friends with you. I do. We had fun as friends." You bump him with your elbow.

A wisp of a smile beckons at his lips but couldn't quite get all the way there. "I'd like that. Eventually. . ."

"Eventually." You repeat in agreement.

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[lunarbuck]

hi! i love your work, and was wondering if you could make a readerxbucky fic for me? specifically for a reader who is really scared of the dark. something along the lines of one night reader is pissing in the middle of the night and on their way back to their room their fear gets so bad that they end up having a small panic attack and require (bf) buckys help to calm down. plus cuddles at the end ofc!

Thank you for the request!!!

pairing: bucky barnes xf!reader (any race)

wc: 597

summary: bucky comforts you after you have a panic attack

warnings: fear of the dark, panic attack, fluff, comfort, pet name [baby]

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The lights of the bathroom flicker as another round of thunder shakes the earth. You wash your hands as quickly as possible, barely drying them as you flick off the lights. The nightlight glows, providing you with some relief. Your house is littered with them, illuminating your path just enough for you to find your way back to your room each night.

Another flash of lightning, another rumble of thunder, and a moment later, you’re encased in darkness. All your familiar nightlights shut off, and the hum of the refrigerator down the hall in the kitchen fades.

Your heart pounds in your chest, your blood pumping in your ears. 

You’ve always hated the dark and feared what could happen when you can’t see. The storm shaking your house doesn’t help. If anything, it sends you spiraling.

You feel your way into the hallway, doing your best to find the door to your bedroom, but your feet are like concrete. Your fingers shake, and your head spins. It’s hard to tell which way is up and which way is down.

Tears start to wet your cheeks, and you sink against the wall, hitting the floor a second later. You curl yourself tightly into a ball, willing the lights to just go back on.

Instead, you hear footsteps shuffling toward you. Instantly, you recognize them as Bucky’s. His slippers slap against the floor while he drags his feet sleepily.

“Baby, where are you?” He asks, voice gruff from just waking up. 

You open your mouth to speak, but nothing comes out.

“Shit, is the power out?” You hear him run his hands along the wall, walking towards you. When you feel him get close enough, you reach your hand out and find his leg. His flannel pants are soft against your skin and help ground you. “Hey,” he whispers, crouching down next to you.

“Hi,” you whisper. Bucky’s arms wrap around you tightly, pulling you to his chest.

“The thunder woke me up. When I realized you weren’t in bed with me, I got worried,” he explains. He shifts his hand and pulls his phone out of his pocket. The flashlight flips on, and he sets his phone down so the light can brighten up the hallway.

Bucky’s eyes are puffy with sleep, his hair mused and sticking up in odd places. He gives you a soft smile and runs his fingers over the tear tracks on your cheeks. 

You know by now that you don’t have to explain anything to Bucky. He knows how you’re feeling and knows what you need. You’d been embarrassed the first time this happened, but Bucky sent that feeling away instantly. He’s never judged you, never questioned your fear. 

“You wanna stay here, or do you wanna go back to bed with me?” He asks, stroking your cheek. You let him hold the weight of your head as your fingers begin to stop shaking.

“Bed,” you reply. Bucky presses a kiss to your nose and adjusts your position so he can pick you up and carry you into the bedroom. He props up his phone to illuminate the room, but you don’t need it anymore.

When you’d first moved in, you’d stuck those glow-in-the-dark star decals on the ceiling. Now, they glow just enough to make out the constellations you created. Bucky settles into the bed and pulls you into his chest, running his fingers up and down your back.

Even though it takes a while, you eventually fall asleep to the comforting sound of Bucky’s heartbeat and his fingers on your skin.

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[pinkiebieberpie]

hi! i love your work, and was wondering if you could make a readerxbucky fic for me? specifically for a reader who is really scared of the dark. something along the lines of one night reader is pissing in the middle of the night and on their way back to their room their fear gets so bad that they end up having a small panic attack and require (bf) buckys help to calm down. plus cuddles at the end ofc!

hi babe!! thank you so much and thank you for your request 🫶🏻 this idea is so cute 🥺 this is short, but i hope you like it!!

"hey, hi, woah, are you okay?" was the first thing you've heard when you bumped into your boyfriend in the middle of the night. you woke up a few minutes ago and decided to use the bathroom before going to sleep again.

you were shaking. it was so dark and it was stormy night, everything you hate combined in one. you really wanted to tell bucky that you are okay, it's no big deal, but that was a lie. he saw that you weren't fine, the first thing he did was hugging you.

"shh, it's okay" bucky said, but in your head it was like he was standing so far away. you heard his voice but not his words, it was loud, everything around you was making noise. doors were creaking, wind was so loud, you were sure it will destroy every window.

"we should go back to bed, baby" that was the moment when you looked at him, he wasn't waiting for your answer and took you straight to your bedroom.

"i'm scared" was the first thing you whispered to him.

"i know, but i'm here and everything is okay, there is nothing to be scared of"

he hugged you so tight, wrapped around you like he wanted to protect you from everything. you finally calmed down a little bit. it was easier with bucky next to you. his whole presence was calming, his touch, his scent. you can't tell when you felt asleep, but you woke up with your boyfriend still cuddling you.

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[venusofthehardsells]

Written in Blood [one-shot]

Avenger!witch!ReaderxBucky, avenger!witch!Readerxdemon!Bucky

Summary: When an alien army attacks the Earth, you make a last ditch effort to save the planet, even if it means losing everything you love.

(Reader’s Avenger-name is Hecate)

Warnings: all the angst, violence, blood, major character death, smut, non-con, dub-con, monsterfucking technically I guess?, fingering, p in v, Supernatural elements (yes, that Supernatural), end of the world, swearing (ofc), magic, possession, lots of bad things happen

A/N: It is STILL October in some timezones so here is this fic I wanted to finish like two years ago. Happy fucking Halloween!

Huge thank you to @awesomerextyphoon and @sagechanoafterdark for cheering me on, it means everything! ♥ 

The rancid ashen air lies heavy in your nose and makes your eyes water. It is almost enough to blur the wall in front of you, but you blink the tears away with an angry sniffle and raise your bloodied fingers to finish writing the spell.

All around you, the city is on fire.

Screams and cries ring out from the burning high-rises in between metallic sounds of fighting. Crashes, gunfire. Voices blast your ears through your com, shouting for back-up, shouting for their lives. It'll be too late for most of them by the time you can reach them.

On the edge of your vision, a flash of blue, white and red lies abandoned in the rubble of the building that fell on you less than an hour earlier. You would have been under all those bricks if it hadn't been for him...

You have to stop and let the sobs wash over you.

Steve died trying to save you because you were out of your mind with grief and didn't react to the blast fast enough. It's your fault.

His shield is all that remains.

Gritting your teeth against the pain in your leg from where the blood you're writing with is coming from, you smear the next part of the spell as clearly as you can manage onto the raw concrete of the upturned wall.

Your intent and will is worth just as much as the signs you draw, every witch worth her salt knows that, but still you make an effort to get each line as cleanly drawn as possible.

The magic you're working is a different kind than the one Strange uses. It's ancient and feral and bought with blood.

It's not something he would approve of.

When he put you in charge of this point of attack, it was because he was out of options. You know he would have prefered Loki, but none of the Asgardians could be contacted and you wonder again that day if their world too has suffered this very doom somewhere all those light years away.

Strange had left you to deal with New York while he went to Singapore and Wanda to Wakanda, where the fighting was worst.

Right now though, you can't imagine anywhere worse.

"Hecate!," Stark's voice yells on the com, using your Avenger alias. "I need a status, now! Hecate! Answer me!"

But you don't, can't let him know what you're doing.

"Y/N, god dammit, please tell me you're not dead!"

But you are. As good as, anyway.

Ignoring Stark's pleading for you to answer, you press your fingers into your wound again with a groan, but it's no use, it's not deep enough to grant you any more paint and you need to get a few more lines of formalia down.

You unsheathe the knife you have fastened to your inner thigh and kiss the blade swiftly before bringing it down on your arm. It's the last knife you have left on you and it's the sharpest. Of course it is.

It's Bucky's.

As the fresh cut starts gushing, you have to wipe away more tears.

Four hours ago, one of the alien invaders caught Bucky in the neck with its talon-like fingers and you heard him gurgle and choke over the com as he went down. Stark had managed to pluck you from the scene when you started screaming.

A few seconds later, all Bucky's life readings from his suit had hit zero.

It had been too dangerous to go back for the body.

You clench your eyes shut.

There's no winning this war.

With fingers red from your newly opened vein, you draw the last symbols of your spell.

Your summoning.

It fills the entire chunk of concrete. As soon as you're done, you wrap a scrap of your sleeve around your arm to stop the flow; you feel dizzy on your feet and you’re slightly panting, leaning on the remains of a bench. Or at least, you assume it’s a bench.

Even without the bloodloss and the heartbreak, you’ve been knocked and kicked and beaten around since long before dawn. Now, it’s nearly dusk. The only thing keeping you on your feet is the sheer desperation that has also brought you to conjure up this dark, nasty magic. The last resort.

"Parker, Romanoff, someone give me a twenty on Hecate! I think her com's broken."

Still not answering, you begin chanting. The language is old, long forgotten to the world and it fills your mouth heavy as a stone when the words form and tumble into the air; it's almost a living thing.

It's as if the summoning wants to happen.

You've always stayed clear of this particular sort of magic, as all the cleverest and most long-lived of your foremothers did, but none of them were about to lose the entire planet. In the grander scheme of things, your trespass doesn't look unreasonable.

"Mr Stark, sir, I can see Y/N. She's… it looks like she's talking to someone."

"Where are you, kid? I'm heading your way. Does she look injured?"

"I- I don't know what I'm seeing… Holy shit, that's… there's so much blood, Mr Stark. I don't know what she's- How..."

As Peter starts to realize you must be doing magic of some sort, it seems to dawn on Tony Stark as well.

"Fuck. Strange warned me she'd do something dangerous. Kid, whatever you do, you gotta stop her!"

Poor Peter. There's no way he'll get through the protective shield you cast around you so you could conjure undisturbed and neither is anyone else, at least for now.

The last line in the conjuring spell rolls off your tongue and it is as if it all goes quiet around you. The very air seems to hold its breath, waiting…

Somewhere far away, you think you hear something crash into the magical barrier surrounding you, but maybe it's just your heartbeat throbbing in your ears.

It has to work. It has to. If no one shows, if your spell didn't reach out, down, then…

Then you don't think you can bear another second in this wasteland that was once a city.

The moments crawl by and you wait. There's nothing else to do anymore, is there?

Waiting, listening, praying. But then again, if praying did any good, you wouldn't be here.

"Now this is a pleasant surprise," a voice speaks up behind you and you can feel the blood turn to ice in your veins.

That voice, it can't be.

He's dead, you saw him die.

Very slowly, as if trying to delay the inevitable, you turn around to glance at what your efforts have brought forth.

No.

It's Bucky.

Or rather, it is a demon wearing Bucky's flesh. There's more left of your super soldier than you had dared to hope for, but the way the demon moves his legs and his arms and the way it crooks his head looking at you through eyes filled with empty blackness makes it clear that the most vital part must be gone.

He, it, smiles with the mouth of the man you love and you can feel the tears rise anew in your tired eyes.

You knew it would be bad, but this…

"Get out of him," you whisper, your throat clinging thickly to the words.

The thing inside Bucky's body grins and blood trickles out through his parted lips,  fresh red against the dried black on his chin and neck.

"Don't think so, dollface. It's not every day you get a call like this. Had to make an impression."

The voice, oh god, there's something in the voice you know so well seeping through from the demon using it to speak and it makes your stomach churn. It was only yesterday that same sweet voice told you that Bucky Barnes loved you, but hearing it now is a nightmare.

The demon leans on the other end of the destroyed bench you're using to keep yourself upright, biting its lower lip.

"I have to say, I couldn't believe my luck when you called. An Avenger." It whistles, letting its black eyes roam over your dirty, bruised form. "We make deals with celebrities and politicians all the time, but you! You're supposed to be beyond reproach, all of you. Untouchable. When I heard your summoning, I had to come myself. Someone like you deserves a more… personal treatment."

It reaches out and lets Bucky's fingers brush your cheek in a loving gesture that almost makes you gag.

In a brief moment, you manage to see past the face of your dead lover and look upon the being’s true face. It’s not just an ordinary demon. It’s the face of the Devil.

"You're quite the legend downstairs, you know," he says softly, stroking the tears and grime from under your eye with a dark metal thumb. "A lineage blood witch so powerful, working with SHIELD's leashed heroes to save the world… Failing, obviously." The smirk on his face is so wide and so vile you can't imagine Bucky ever producing that expression himself. "We're still baffled they didn't kill you as soon as they found you. Of course, you have played your big, brilliant savior-role splendidly. I almost shed a tear when you took that bullet for Lang's daughter. Oscar-worthy, truly."

"You really like to hear yourself talk, don't you?," you grit out. It's a struggle not to recoil from its touch.

The smirk grows impossibly wider.

"Can you blame me, sweetheart? I haven't worn a human in centuries. I'd almost forgotten how it feels."

He rolls Bucky's shoulders the way one might do trying on a new jacket.

"And this one is interesting. Technology these days." He chuckles, inspecting the metal arm and, mercifully, removing its fingers from you to have a closer look at them. "It's marvelous. Makes up for how dark it is in this grapefruit of his. This one doesn't need to go to Hell, he's practically there already. I feel right at home."

He chuckles, but it's like watching a wax figure coming to life and trying to act like the person whose image it was sculpted in. You have never seen or felt anything remotely as uncanny before.

You need to send the Devil back to Hell right now while he still hasn't hurt anyone.

"If you won't get out, I'll force you."

"Oh, please." The way the Devil smiles is overbearing. "Right now, I'm the only thing keeping lover boy ticking. Without me, he's just a dead meatsuit."

It feels like your lungs have been vacuumed.

"What?"

"You heard me."

"It can't be."

"Is too. Your precious Bucky is still in here. Not being very generous about sharing this body, I might add. The ungrateful bastard is screaming himself hoarse trying to get me to leave-"

"No!"

His smirk grows into another grin at your outburst and you both know he's got you exactly where he wants you.

"Thought not. As delightful as this back and forth threatening is, how about we cut to the chase? You don't exorcize me, I don't let your boyfriend bleed out. Instead, why don't you tell me what it is you want, hmm?"

The way your stomach rolls with pain has nothing to do with the hits you've taken in the fight so far.

"I want to make a deal." Your voice is only just audible over the wind, but Bucky's face lights up with malicious barely contained glee; he heard you loud and clear.

"Go on," he prompts, licking his lips.

"I…" The air in your shriveled lungs fails you, so you try again. "I want Bucky and Steve back, I want all of them back, I… want all of this to never happen."

And you are willing to do anything for it apparently.

But for the first time, he shakes his head.

"Oh, honey. Now why would I do that?"

"What?," you breathe, disbelief written all over your face.

"Think about it. How many people have died in the last twenty four hours alone? Business is flourishing. The souls are teeming into Hell and at this rate it won't stop any time soon. It's better than the damn Apocalypse! I don't wanna undo all of this."

Every instinct you have is screaming at you to send him back to Hell, but it is as though all the fight has gone out of you at the refusal. You were ready to offer anything in return, had prepared for it and now the damn thing won’t deal?

It’s the end of the world and you’re out of moves.

The end of the world…

The Apocalypse…

The thought strikes you so hard and so fast you almost think it’s a bullet.

“This isn’t the endgame you want,” you hear yourself say with far more conviction than you feel.

The Devil cocks his head, amusement trembling on his lips.

“Really?”

“People are dying-”

“Do you really think I care-”

“People are dying,” you maintain firmly, “and their souls go up or they go down, until they don’t. This isn’t an invasion, it’s an extermination.”. Bucky’s black eyes are burning into you, but you continue. “These invaders don’t plan on leaving anyone alive. It might take weeks or months even, but at some point, they’ll have killed every human on the planet and there’ll be no more souls for you to harvest. Ever. Your Apocalypse won’t even be able to happen because there’ll be nothing left for any of you to fight for. You’ll be rotting in the pit for eternity. How’s that for business, honey?”

Bucky’s features scrunch into a snarl and he janks you to him by your jaw. His fingers dig into your skin hard enough to bruise.

“I should snap Barnes’ beautiful little neck for good, you insolent-”

“Doesn’t change the fact that I’m right.”

“You’re too clever for your own good, sugar,” he hisses, holding you close enough to feel his breath on your face. “But you’re forgetting something. I’m not the only one up here dealing right now.”

Fuck.

Shit.

“Twenty six of my employees are up here as we speak, looking to close deals themselves. They are only waiting for me to give them the green light and those twenty-six other desperate humans, well, let’s just say… they’re not all as clever as you.”

He clenches your jaw again and you wince in pain.

If someone makes a demon deal on this scale, you can’t even begin to think of the consequences it will have if they don’t fully understand what they’re doing. And best case scenario still includes someone innocent signing over their soul.

“Fine. Get your minions in line and we’ll deal.”

“Atta girl.” Bucky’s metal arm goes around your shoulders and forces you to sit down on the charred remains of the bench seat. The close proximity, the way your body is now pressed against his makes you feel sick. “So, what do you think we can do for each other?”

"I want the world back the way it was before-"

"Yes, before the alien horde attacked it. You've said that already. Don't bore me, sweet cheeks," he warns and a shiver creeps through you. "How do you even know I have that kind of power, hm?"

"Don't you?"

“Depends on what I’m being offered,” he drawls and your skin runs cold. “I believe you know how this usually goes. One wish for one soul, collected ten years down the road. If that’s what you’re hoping for, I might as well leave it to my employees and call it a day.”

He trails Bucky’s vibranium fingers down the back of your neck, making goosebumps rise in their wake and you close your eyes as hard as you can to focus on thinking, not vomiting.

“You can have me.” The scene of the building falling on Steve keeps replaying itself in your mind’s eye over and over in a vicious loop, prompting you to force out the words. “My soul isn’t just any other soul. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be here.”

“Arrogant. But correct.”

“And I don’t need ten years, just one.” The knot in your stomach feels as though it has moved up into your throat and it hurts to speak around it.

“Why should I give you as much as a day? You’re not exactly asking for pennies, sugar. The magic you want from me is off the charts. You should consider yourself lucky I don’t deep-fry you for even suggesting it.”

He enjoys every word he speaks out of Bucky’s mouth the way one might a sip of Champagne. But you have to endure his teasing, otherwise… there is no otherwise.

Clenching your fists, you turn and meet his blacked out eyes.

“I’m the only Avenger you’ll ever get and you know it. Every one of them is ready to repent and I have it on good authority they’re quite large upstairs with whom they accept these days. The Asguardians have their own deal. Wanda Maximoff is probably going to outlive you. Strange too. And if you had Steve…” The firmness in your voice wobbles and your eyes grow hot with tears. “If you had Steve you would be rubbing it in my face,” you finish in a quieter tone. Bucky cocks his head with a smirk.

“Yes, I most certainly would.”

“So I’m all there is,” you maintain stubbornly, forcing yourself not to cry outright. "My soul and any future soul headed your way. A new possible eternity to gear up for your pissing contest with the halo crew. All I ask in return is a year. This year, the one we've just had."

"Interesting." He studies your face with a mix of triumph and amused apprehension. He's close. So close in fact that you can feel his breath on your lips and smell the dried blood in his mouth. "You do realize that proper wording is everything?"

"I do." You have to swallow hard not to gag or cry or maybe outright scream. This is the only play you have. If he doesn't agree, no one else is going to save you, save everyone. "My soul for a one year reset. Do we have a deal?"

He licks his lips slowly in thought, blacked out eyes never leaving yours.

“Not so fast, cherry pie. Your soul for another year still leads to this place, this moment. Earth overrun by an alien army and no more business for little old me. If you’re just trying to trick me into giving you more naked tumbling time with your soldier boys-”

“I am trying to save the world! And you’re how I’m going to do it, so unless one of those twenty-six other random idiots miraculously have a better offer for you, I suggest you take it.”

When you finally realize you’re shouting at the Devil, it’s too late. The familiar metal fingers are around your throat before you can even think to say you’re sorry and they’re squeezing so hard you’re sure you’ve used up his patience. It’s not like he’s known for it.

“You witches always were a bunch of condescending whores,” he hisses. It’s so quiet you can only hear him because his teeth are practically scraping your cheeks with the words. “I’ll take your sorry little deal, baby. And I’ll make sure your dear Jamie gets to watch and feel every single second of it. Give him a little taste of what’s waiting for you when it’s all over. A dreamy dose of nightmare fuel to top off the horror show in this melon.”

With the hand that’s still flesh and bone, he tears at your fitted tactical suit, easily ripping it open and exposing you to his gaze. Shame burns in your cheeks. You knew it would go this way, but for it to have to be Bucky…

He starts to peel off pieces of your torn suit until you’re bared in front of him. You’ve done rituals and sex spells before, shedding clothes is nothing new. But having them ripped from your body by the Devil wearing your lover with one hand while he chokes you with the other makes you feel naked in an entirely different way.

Normally when Bucky rips your clothes off, it makes you feel desired and sexy and powerful. This is… so far from that. It's cold and it's ugly. It makes you want to push him away with everything in your arsenal, your muscles, your magic, shit, you're ready to claw his face bloody with your fingernails, but you don't.

You just stay where you are and let him throw you to the ground, asphalt and tiles beneath the debris biting into the skin and bruises on your back.

Trying not to cry, because if you start there is no way you can stop.

The body lowering itself onto yours is at the same time familiar and foreign to you. As he starts to undo his belt and zipper of the tactical suit, you allow yourself for just a moment to imagine that it is Bucky, your Bucky. And that everything will be fine again.

But then his mismatched hands glide over your hips, squeezing far harder than Bucky ever would, and there is no way you can keep imagining it's really him, no way you want to.

Bucky didn't consent to this. 

Because of what you've done, he is once again a prisoner in his own mind and even though he won't remember this, despite what the Devil said to rattle you, that is no excuse. He is being used all over again for something that Bucky himself would never allow. To make a deal with the Devil, to conjure dark magic… to hurt you. It has got to be his worst nightmare made real, all over again.

All because you were careless and desperate.

I'm sorry, my love, you think, closing your eyes.

This was meant to be your sacrifice and yours alone.

Bucky's body feels a thousand times heavier upon your own than it usually is, but you know it has to be that way, otherwise the last shred of your conscience would crumble completely. This has to hurt you too.

His warm hand slips in between your legs and his smirk is right above your face, dripping hot blood into your eyes.

"Think you can give me a little something to work with, honey?," he grins and drags his fingers through your folds, making you squirm to get away before you can stop yourself. "You know we both gotta commit here."

You grit your teeth and force yourself to lie still. The fingers you know so well start to circle your clit, but it takes forever before you feel anything but discomfort - little threads of warmth, only the beginnings of something pleasurable - and at that point, your little nub is too sore from the pressure for it to do much.

"Tough customer, huh," he smirks, clearly enjoying your helplessness. "Don't worry, I'll get you there, sweetheart. I've got everything I need in here, inside Barnes' pretty head…"

That may be so, but you can feel the difference because this isn't Bucky, not really. He kisses you roughly on the mouth. It's a struggle not to gag, but accept his tongue and let him explore. He tastes of dirt and blood and magic. He takes his time.

His fingers begin working between your legs again, slower this time, in a motion that forces a surprised little gasp out of you. He slides one thick finger in between your lips, barely dipping into you at first, just stroking your folds languidly and occasionally massaging your clit again with much gentler motions than first.

The way Bucky would do it.

The first time your legs tremble around his hand, he smirks and moves his kisses to the side of your neck.

“Knew you’d warm up to me, sugar,” he grins, licking up the underside of your jaw. “Just imagine it’s really me… doll.”

You can't help it, you let out a tiny whimper against his ear and it's not all pain anymore. You know better than this, but fuck, he's using that voice, the deep, gravelly one that goes straight to your core so much faster and more effective than his fingers.

And even though it’s wrong, you’ve made your choice. You made it the second you started writing the summoning spell.

So in the end, you lean your head back on the ground and close your eyes, let him work you over until you can’t hold back the moans any longer. They spill out of you as Bucky’s fingers rub your clit in faster and faster circles, his other hand holding you down because your hips are shaking and bucking away from the onslaught of pleasure his touch evokes, more and more, there is no way your body can take it…

The pleasure peaks and sparks through your veins. It feels awful. It feels delicious.

All your aching muscles pulse with the orgasm and he doesn’t stop to let you come down, no, instead he plunges two fingers into you and continues to rub your clit with his thumb while he searches for the spot inside of you that immediately makes you cry out when he touches it. 

“There we go, doll, you can give me one more.”

Smirking, even with your eyes closed you know he has to be smirking at the way your body reacts to him.

And you do give him one more. His fingers stroke and rub your sweet spot expertly while the rough pad of his thumb keeps pressure on your clit just the way Bucky always does when he wants to keep you strung high on pleasure and it works. Another orgasm crashes into the ebb of the former and makes you wail into his long, dirty hair. He keeps you locked in place even when you jolt in his hold, thrashing almost because it's too much, it feels too good, you're burning up from all the places his hand is touching you.

You whimper as he withdraws his fingers, soaked in your glistening wetness but he doesn't leave you wanting for very long.

He starts unbuckling his tactical belt and it falls to the ground with a clank. His pants follow shortly and you’re still shaking, still too overwhelmed in the afterglow of your sweet Bucky’s fingers as he takes out his cock and slides it through your slick folds with a grin on those bloodied lips.

“Deal’s on, baby,” he whispers and the sting of his teeth drawing blood from your earlobe disappears when he buries his cock within your walls in one, smooth thrust.

Your eyes roll back into your head and inside your fitted combat boots you curl your toes at the feeling. Your mouth falls open in a gasp of pitiful ecstasy.

Somewhere in the haze of pain and adrenaline and grief and serotonin and the primal fear of dying, your mind still knows this is wrong and that you should be utterly revolted by what the two of you are doing with Bucky’s body, but you just can’t.

The warmth of your lover’s familiar form is a balm on your heart that you don’t deserve, but you welcome it anyway. The salty taste of your tears of pleasure overshadows the bitter tang of blood. He groans in your ear.

Every thrust of his hips feel like home.

You almost cry out his name, it feels so good, but you bite down the instinct at the last second. Instead you close your eyes and try to lose yourself in the wild rhythm of your joined bodies that has you clinging onto him for dear life. The pace is brutal. You never expected otherwise.

And soon enough, the heat is blazing up in you again, making you groan, making you squeeze down on him.

“Oh God, fuck… fuck…,” you whimper, digging your nails into his shoulders and Bucky’s laugh that you know so well washes over you.

“God doesn’t care, dollface,” he grins, leaning back just enough to get the metal hand in between you and rub his thumb on your clit, “just be glad that I do.”

He moves his hips faster, pinning you down by the hips with the hand not between your legs and this time you do scream.

As your body finally succumbs to the pleasure, you throw your head back and wail into the darkness around you. It reverberates through both of you, through the ground and your shield and the slab of stone covered in your bloody summons. You writhe and thrash in his grip under the wave of the orgasm crashing through you, wanting it to be over, wanting it to go on forever.

And with a sound somewhere between a broken moan and a winded, manic laugh, the demon on top of you at last spills his cum inside of you to seal the magical contract.

He doesn’t stop moving until your cunt has milked every drop from him, your soft silken walls pulsing with the climax long after he’s done.

You want to lie there and bask in the afterglow until your shielding spell fails, pretending just a while longer that you’re lying in Bucky’s loving arms while you wait for the inevitable end of everything.

Every little piece of you wants it.

The tears that roll down your grimy cheeks now are cold.

The ground is getting harder under your stiff back and you can feel the chill quickly settling in your bones.

“Well, that was certainly worth my time.” You grit your teeth against the sight of Bucky’s blacked out eyes so close to yours and steel yourself as much as you can.

He softly strokes your cheek and makes a show of pulling out of you slowly, kissing you sweetly on your stubbornly shut lips the way the real Bucky would have done.

It’s a struggle not to wince but somehow you manage to lie there and let his antics wash over you without blinking. As soon as he steps away from you though, you’re off the ground and covering yourself up the best you can with what’s left of your torn tactical suit.

He zips himself back into the confines of his pants completely unhurried.

“So…” He stretches both arms leisurely above his head, looking you over. It would make your skin crawl if you had the time to really think about it but you don’t let yourself think at all. There’s no room for anything but what you’re about to do.

“So what?,” you shoot back mirthlessly. “We have a deal. Now deliver.”

“Your bedside manners are terrible, did loverboy here ever tell you that?”

The inside of your cheek breaks between your teeth as you hold back a furious retort.

“Don’t worry sugarplum, I am going to work my magic and make all of this nastiness go away.” He twirls on the spot, savoring the wreckage of New York around him. “But I am still curious. What are you going to do with your year, hm?”

It’s still difficult to look at him and not see Bucky. Your heart aches in your chest like a wound when the thought strikes you that this is the last time you’re going to see him and it isn’t even really him. Just the devil wearing his body. A body you just helped defile.

But you still manage to meet his eyes.

“I’m going to cast a spell. Turn those aliens into fucking dust before they even set eyes on this planet.”

You can feel the world slowly starting to change around you as you speak. It’s like a wet painting left outside in the rain, colors dripping down the canvas until the motive is all blurry shapes and splotches of acrylics.

Time is crawling backwards outside of your protective circle.

Bucky’s mouth twitches.

“You are very powerful, no doubt about that. But one spell against an army? You’re not exactly The Scarlet Witch, babycakes. Did a roll in the hay with little old me incite such illusions of grandeur in that lovely little head of yours?”

“Nimue’s Hand,” you bite and in less than a second Bucky’s features shift into a mask of rage. It’s almost satisfying when his fingers close around your throat and squeeze.

“You fucking whore!”, he yells into your face, slamming you against the concrete wall still bloodied from your summoning spell. “You filthy, cheating little… witch.”

And despite the fact that you can hardly breathe, that your vision is going fuzzy at the edges and a fresh pain is swelling in the back of your head, you grin at him.

“That’s right. You know that spell, don’t you?”

You don’t have to ask. Of course he knows.

Nimue’s Hand is an ancient spell of pure annihilation. No one has ever cast it before, otherwise… the world would know it. It has been passed down through the generations of witches as far back as the line has existed, whispered from mother to daughter for hundreds of years, probably even longer.

It is a morsel of forbidden knowledge that despite everything has managed to stay a secret lurking in the very depths of every witch’s consciousness, never spoken aloud, never used.

Until now.

The spell is so powerful that casting it will rip your very soul to shreds and scatter them among the stars. You are never going to find rest but it’s a cost you’re willing to pay.

A last resort.

Bucky roars and lets go of you, punching the wall next to your head so hard the whole thing disintegrates. But that is all he can do.

You have a deal.

He never said an intact soul. And af all, proper wording is everything.

It’s your turn to laugh. Wheezing and coughing, you can’t help it. At this point, it is all you really have to laugh about.

The world is coming into view around you again. You’re no longer wearing the tactical gear from the battle but instead the dress you were wearing a year ago is materializing on your skin. Bucky’s wounds are healing, the blood is disappearing and his suit is changing into running shorts and a white T-shirt. Together with his black eyes and the way he snarls and yells in fury, it looks almost comical.

You can’t dwell on it though.

You’re on a clock now.

“Pleasure doing business with you,” you manage to get out as you brush the concrete dust off your arms. “I’ll see you in a year.”

He grips your upper arm so tightly you know it’s going to bruise but you can’t care about that now. Slowly he leans in and traces a finger down the side of your face with the flesh hand, pure and utter hatred seeping from his every pore.

“Oh, I’ll see you, Y/N. I’m going to stick every last piece of that splintered soul I’m owed back together, no matter how long it takes and when I do… well…”

His nail cuts into the skin on your jaw, making you wince despite yourself.

“I’m not going to be as sweet as Jamie here.”

You try not to shudder as he lets go of you and turns to leave. You allow yourself to see him walk away and the exact moment the devil leaves Bucky’s body is obvious.

He stops in the middle of what is no longer a burned out crater, but instead an almost empty street in the early afternoon, and looks around a bit disoriented. 

Fresh tears prickle at your eyes and you can feel your heart nearly coming to a stop in your chest.

This is the day you first met. In a few moments he is going to turn around and see you, ask you for directions because he got lost in his own head for a bit and must have turned down the wrong street. His slightly embarrassed little smile as he said it…

The second before he spots you, you turn around and walk away, leaving him behind.

Fists clenched, vision blurred.

Angrily, you wipe at your eyes, ignoring how easy it would be to turn back and still bump into him, to get that wonderful year with him and Steve again.

You can’t think like that.

It takes a lot of effort to prepare your soul for the casting of your spell and after all, you did make a deal. You need to focus.

Your time is already running out.

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[anonymityisfunwriter]

hi! i love your work, and was wondering if you could make a readerxbucky fic for me? specifically for a reader who is really scared of the dark. something along the lines of one night reader is pissing in the middle of the night and on their way back to their room their fear gets so bad that they end up having a small panic attack and require (bf) buckys help to calm down. plus cuddles at the end ofc!

Hello! Thank you so much and thank you for the request!

This sounds really interesting and some of my favorite one-shots and scenes have been one's in the dead of the night.

I shall dub this:

In the Noon of Night

One thing that was rarely talked about was how fickle triggers truly were. There was no real way to tell what could be triggering.

All you knew it one moment, you were fine.

The next, you were crumbling in on yourself. Coping skills forgotten. Unresponsive. Unreachable.

Sometimes, it was a smell wafting through the air.

Touching metal that felt too close to the steel door that once held you captive.

Darkness.

Darkness was universal.

It was the same everywhere.

So you really thought nothing of crawling out of your warm bed to grab a drink of water. It wasn't unusual to stir awake, a little too warm from the super soldier sized radiator that slept beside you.

Without much conscious thought or effort, your feet instinctually guided you through your apartment to your kitchen.

Grabbing a glass. Pouring water. Taking a large gulp.

There was nothing unordinary or unsettling about any of it. You closed the refrigerator door behind you.

With the room no longer illuminated by the refrigerator light, it was now pitch black, your eyes strained trying to adjust to the dark room.

Purely by happenstance, the streetlights were out, not even remotely visible from your front window.

Still bleary eyed, you blinked once. Twice. Over and over, trying to make out any shape or shadow.

Perhaps it was your mind muddled by sleep. Perhaps it was just bad luck.

All you saw was darkness. A vast, unending void.

There was nothing.

Suddenly, the tile beneath your feet felt less like sleek ceramic tile and more like your old concrete prison.

The silence became a loneliness you'd thought you'd left behind long ago.

The cold floor sent a chill radiating up your spine that echoed and reverberated through your bones.

It was as though all your years of happiness and freedom were some delusions of grandeur developed as a coping mechanism. In the moment of intense vulnerable remembrance, it makes complete sense to you.

Found families were not so easily found, certainly not ones that incredible. There was not and never would be a person that knew you like you knew yourself. And certainly not one that loved you so wholly and fiercely.

It was more than being back in captivity. It was losing everything all at once.

The sounds of sobs being ripped from your throat tear Bucky from his sleep. He's on his feet before he even realizes it.

He's immediately on guard and alert as he bolts through the apartment toward the sounds of distress.

He smacks the light switch, suddenly illuminating the room. His frantic eyes wildly rake over the room. What he sees, tears his heart into a million little pieces.

The thing was, Bucky understood better than most. He knew what it was to wake in a cold sweat, chest rising and falling with panicked heaves.

He knew what it felt like, for even the shortest of moments, to think that all the light, love, and freedom was a figment of your imagination. It wasn't enough that the memories would live with you for the rest of your life, sometimes, you relived them. He did too. It was its very own trauma in and of itself.

He scrambles over to you. Your figure crumpled on the floor, huddled in on yourself as your tightly embrace yourself.

"Hey," Bucky drops to the floor with a second thought. You're huddled so tightly, he can't pull you out of the flashback. He shakes you, "Hey, hey, you're okay."

"I don't want to go back," you plead with Bucky, tears staining your flushed cheeks. "Please, I don't want to go back."

"Shhh..." he tries to console you, his hands cup each side of your face, finally pulling your eyes away from the floor and onto him. Your eyes are squeezed shut, shaking your head in desperation. "You're not going back. You're home."

"You're home. You're safe," he repeats in a whispered tone over and over again.

Your head sinks down onto his shoulder. After several long moments of kneeling on the floor with you, you relax enough for Bucky to slip you into his arms, locking you in his embrace.

"I don't want to lose you," you whimper into his shoulder.

"Never," he promises.

"You're okay," Bucky softly murmurs, stroking your hair while never breaking his secure embrace. The warmth of the words and the care slowly envelope you, seeping into your frozen, fear stricken heart. You can almost feel it start to beat again. "You're safe. I promise. You'll always be safe with me."

A.N: I never want to hear another comment about how I don't want these characters to be happy or let them know peace. At this point, it's not me. You guys want this. Readers only want love if it's torture. (And I'm more than happy to provide.) Thank you so much for the request! 💛

Grumpy Sunshine Series Grumpy Sunshine Drabbles

Reblogs and comments are always appreciated 💛

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[saiyanprincessswanie]

Missy’s 3.5K Challenge

Missy’s 3500 Challenge!!

WOW! How did I reach 3500 followers? What a crazy ride this continues to be. I want to thank every single one of my followers on my blog. Whether you follow me for my work or for my weekly reading lists I thank you. Without your support, I wouldn’t be here.

(Thank you @fictional-affairs for the header!!)

Rules:

You don’t have to follow me to participate, but if you want to you will make my day.

Reblog this post so others can join in.

You must be over 18 years old to participate

Send me an ASK with the Character, Troupe, AU or Prompt you want.

Mark all stories appropriately. (Fluff, Smut, Dark, Non/Con, etc) 

It must be a one-shot or new fic

Two people per prompt

Can be either reader insert or OFC

No incest, No underage, No pedo, No toilet/bathroom fics, No DDLG.

Minimum words 500, No max, Please use the keep reading feature if it’s longer than 500 words

Due date:  open

All stories will be reblogged. I will add all stories to a Masterlist for easy access. Tag your fic as #Missys3500challenge and tag me in your notes. If I haven’t reblogged your work for a week Tumblr might have eaten the notification so please send me a message.

Marvel Characters:

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Sam Wilson

Wanda

Natasha

Tony

Loki

Thor

Pietro

Billy Russo

Brock Rumlow

Helmut Zemo

Non-Marvel Characters:

Ransom Drysdale

Ari Levinson

Frank Adler

Andy Barber

Curtis (Snowpiercer)

Lloyd Hansen

Nick Fowler

Frank (endings/beginnings)

Chris (Destroyer)

Charles Blackwood

Dean Winchester

Lt. Bradley “Rooster Bradshaw (Maverick)

AU’s:

Mob

Biker

A/B/O

Cop/Detective

Firefighter 

Bartender

Royalty

Vikings

Tropes:

Enemies (to friends) to lovers

Sex pollen

First Time

Annoying Neighbor (Tony - @mostly-marvel-musings )

Love at first sight

Evil Twin (Steve - @ironlady1993 )

Hate Sex

Opposites Attract

Prompts:

"They invited us for the family brunch, am I slashing the tires, or are you?"

"I can't believe you made plans, I thought we were on the same side," (Brock - @nekoannie-chan )

"no one else gets to hurt you, you're mine!" (Mob AU/Andy is prosecuting Steve/trope 1/ - @adulting-sucks )

"I'm 90% certain I lost my sanity because of you," (Stark/Mob au/trope 4 @pigwidgeonxo ) & (Trope 5/Lloyd- @nepenthe-raes-affairs )

"You think your life is worth more than mine? Think again sweetheart," (Ransom & Lloyd AU 7, Tropes 5 and 6, - @sarah-in-disguise )

“Of course, they'll fall in love, I planned it," (Stark/Mob au/Trope 4 @pigwidgeonxo )

"Her boyfriend showed up? Oh no, this isn't good," (SamxBlack ReaderxBucky/trope 5 - @awesomerextyphoon )

"You're single, they're single, I'm a great third-wheel. It's a perfect match," 

"So I mean nothing to you now?" After everything we've done!"

"Hey, hey, It's okay, I'm here now,” (Dean/Bartender/Sex pollen - @tarithenurse ) & (Dark Steve - @kitkatd7 )

"Remind me to take a vacation after this,"

"I was never good enough, you always hurt me, so why? why do I miss you?" (Steve or Brock - @nekoannie-chan )

"I can't stop staring at her picture," (Ari/AU 7/trope 8 - @ladyfallonavenger )

"The image of you pops into my head and I just lose my breath,"

“You had me at hello.” (Dean/royalty- @spnexploration )

"Ah, my friend looks like he's about to kill you, you best leave," (Steve/Mob - @captainapple )

"I’ll always be here for you,”

"This is why I love you,"

"Why are you smiling at me like that?" (Ransom/bartender au - @fluffycutecevans )

"you're so beautiful,"

"I would burn the whole city down for you," (Loki/Vikings/Enemies to lovers - @floatinginadreamofhim )

"I said I was sorry! What else do you want from me?" (Enemies to lovers/BillyorThor - @lokislastlove )

“Just kiss already!” (Trope 4, w/Sam or Steve @ghostofskywalker )

“I miss your warmth,” (Steve - @americasass81 )

“Do you regret letting us end?” (Trope 7, w/ Sam - @fluffyprettykitty )

#missys3500challenge #marvel fanfiction #marvel fanfic #fanfic writing challenge #marvel writing #writing challenge #mcu fanfiction #mcu fanfic

[bucksangel]

hi! i love your work, and was wondering if you could make a readerxbucky fic for me? specifically for a reader who is really scared of the dark. something along the lines of one night reader is pissing in the middle of the night and on their way back to their room their fear gets so bad that they end up having a small panic attack and require (bf) buckys help to calm down. plus cuddles at the end ofc!

this is rlly cute! i'll add it to my list :) <3

#nonny #𖥔 ๋ .•⋆. love letters .⋆•. ๋𖥔

[issa-me-addy]

HELLO 

so a few weeks ago I posted about doing a teacher!reader x bucky barnes short series

since then I’ve gotten invested and created an OC, mostly for writing style purposes but i have intentionally made this character a blank canvas in terms of physical attributes cos i do want everyone to be able to read this and enjoy it. 

I AM READY TO START POSTING. I’ve written enough content to be comfortable sharing it without stressing myself out too much.

i still do not anticipate people reading or becoming personally invested but i still wanted to share lol 

ALSO i must say i do not have any preexisting reason to be writing bucky/mcu fic. this series is going to be very fluffy/easy to read. I just wanted to write some shiz. I hope yall enjoy. 

I’m posting part one at 5pm pacific time. 

also I will be posting this on AO3 as well under user: itsbuckysbitch

EDIT! heres the tumblr link to part 1! 

READ GENERAL SYNOPSIS BELOW

A/N: Takes place in an AU after Spiderman: Homecoming where the Avengers have reassembled and the following all live in the Avengers tower: Tony, Pepper, Steve, Bucky, Natasha, Wanda and Vision. Peter Parker’s identity is still intact and he spends his free time training at the Avengers tower under a “Stark internship” 

Warnings: none really? kinda angsty and awkward but fluffy n domestic more than anything else. OH AND SLOW BURN lots o slow burn

Maya is a 26 year old girl who’s spent her entire life in Philadelphia, fully dependent on her parents up until she graduates with an English teaching degree. She gets an offer to work as a general English and AP Lang/Lit teacher in New York at Midtown Science and Technology. She moves from Philly to Manhattan where she finds a quaint little studio apartment over a coffee shop called Corner’s. The apartment is mere blocks from the Avengers tower and just so happens to be Natasha Romanoff’s favorite spot. Maya somehow finds herself building relationships with very well known vigilantes and well renown heroes. She bonds with Natasha over online shopping, discusses literature with Steve and somehow finds herself keeping a secret for the one and only James Buchanan Barnes. 

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[wifeofbuckybarnes]

Friends, Teammates, Lovers, Husband and Wife...More?

all art is created by me, no takey without permission. :)

#bucky #Bucky Barnes #oc x bucky barnes #avengers au #wifey #baby? #pregnant #james buchanan barnes #bucky x reader #readerxbucky #Avengers

[bionic-buckyb]

Taking Chances: Part 4

A Bucky x Thor x Reader / Polyamorous Roomate AU series

Masterlist

-; In a city like Brooklyn, finding a new apartment at short notice is next to impossible. Luckily for you, your best friend Wanda knows two friends who’ve been searching a third roommate. Bucky and Thor are ideal housemates, almost too good to be true, and they both want to show you how much they care about you - together.

A/N: OKAY SO, I worked really FUCKING hard on this people, okay? It’s so fluffy, you just might die. (plz don’t die). I really really hope you guys like this, and are still enjoying this series. Every ask, reblog, reply, and like is SO appreciated. Let me know what you think, and if you want me to continue. ♥

Word Count: 2,105

Tags: (at the end)

Warnings:

- polyamorous relationship. if this makes you uncomfortable, don’t read it. - eventual smut, just not yet. i’ll tag appropriately when it does come up and mark the post as sensitive.

*gifs are not mine.

(credit: [ x ] and [ x ] )

Thor took your hand in his and led you down the stairs to the living room. His thumb brushed lightly over the back of your hand, making you shiver. Bucky was sitting and waiting patiently, his brow furrowed in worry, wringing his hands and putting them in his lap. When he saw you walking down the stairs with Thor, he stood up straight and smoothed the wrinkles out of his shirt. You heard him clear his throat, as he rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet. He was clearly nervous, but trying his best to keep it together. As always, Thor was completely at ease. If he was at all anxious about the situation, he was a master at hiding it.

“Come,” Thor said, putting his large hand at the small of your back, guiding you to the sofa. “There’s much we need to discuss.”

You sat down on the couch and shoved your hands under your thighs. Your stomach churned, like waves licking the side of a ship caught on stormy seas. Excitement and sheer nervousness coursed through your body. You looked from Thor to Bucky, and your heart leapt from your chest. They were so handsome, and you felt unworthy.

“Before we start,” Bucky said, scooting to the edge of the couch. One hand was placed delicately on your knee, while the other raked through his chestnut hair, making it stand on end. “I just have to say that all of this, if you truly want it, is on your terms.”

“Yes,” Thor agreed, placing his hand on your other knee, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Should you decide tomorrow that you no longer want this, it stops immediately. No hard feelings whatsoever.”

“So, wait, you two?” you asked, pointing to each man. “You guys aren’t… together?”

“No, no, no” Thor replied, shaking his head. Bucky also shook his, making his hair fall back out of place. “While I personally have no qualms about it, it’s not Bucky’s thing and I respect that.” “This entire relationship is about you,” Bucky chimed in. “I love Thor like he’s my own brother, but I don’t love the big lug like that.”

“When Bucky and I both realized that we had our eye on you, we decided that we weren’t opposed to the thought of sharing you,” Thor said.

“God, that sounds so bad,” Bucky groaned, again fixing his hair. Bucky took your hand in his closest to him, pulling it out from under your thigh. He rubbed it and squeezed, and good thing too, as it had fallen asleep. “We don’t want to share you like….like an object or something. You’re so much more than that. We just both really like you---”

“And want to give you the world,” Thor interjected. He was smiling, and it made him even more attractive, if that was at all possible. There were crinkles by his eyes that your fingertips itched to trace, to commit to memory. He put his hand over Bucky’s hand that was holding your own, his electric blue eyes staring into your soul. “Together.”

“So, what you’re trying to say is you both want to be my boyfriend?”

“Yes,” Bucky said quickly.

“At the same time?”

They both nodded, watching your every move like hawks. You’d be lying if you said it wasn’t flustering you. They were the most beautiful men that you had ever laid eyes on, and they both wanted you, all to themselves. How could you ever say no?

“What do you think?” Thor asked, his expression eager. Bucky chewed on his bottom lip.

“I have… some more questions,” you said softly, before sitting up straighter. You had to become more confident now, especially since two god like creatures lusted after you.

“Anything,” Bucky blurted.

“Will we do everything… together? Like all three of us?”

“If that’s what you want,” Thor answered. He was moving his fingers in small circular motions on your back now, doing his best to make you feel as comfortable as possible. You wanted to melt under his touch, but cleared your mind and continued.

“You can also spend time with us separately,” Bucky continued. “Again, I can’t stress enough how you call the shots in this relationship.”

“Well, I mean, both of your opinions matter too,” you cut in. “I want everything to be decided between us. No secrets. Everything has to be out on the table at all times.”

“Deal,” Bucky and Thor answered at the same time, making you giggle.

“Do we keep this a secret?” you asked. 

“We don’t have to,” said Thor.

“We’re more than happy to show you off,” Bucky winked at you.

You sat and looked down at your feet, the urge to look at something not so mind-numbingly attractive a necessity. You wanted this, all of this, but a small piece of you still had your guard up.

“What if I wake up tomorrow,” you said. “And this is all one big, amazing dream…”

“Trust me,” Bucky answered you. “It’s not a dream.”

“Our lives didn’t have much meaning, until you moved in,” Thor said with a grin. “We couldn’t be happier you chose us.”

You looked at both of your boyfriends and your heart was so full of love that you began to cry. Taking your hands away from theirs, you wiped your tears away. They were on you immediately, showering you with affection.

Bucky was at your left, kissing your cheek and your temple. Thor was on your right, rubbing his hand up and down your forearm, cooing in your ear. The sensations were just too much, and you felt entirely out of control. You stood up in front of them, and put your hands at your sides.

“Wait…” you began. “I’m okay. I just…”

“What is it, doll?” Bucky asked.

Both of their gorgeous sets of blue eyes, from entirely different spectrums of the color wheel, were staring at you, waiting for your next move.

“I want to try something,” you continued. Taking both of their hands you guided them to follow you. “Come with me.”

“Where are we going?” Thor asked, a playful smile at his lips.

“Who has the biggest bed?”

“Thor does,” Bucky answered.

You lead them to Thor’s room, and he took it upon himself to nudge the door open with his boot. Slipping your hands out of theirs, you also kicked your slippers off and took in Thor’s bed.

“Honestly, who needs a bed this big?” you jokingly asked, before running and diving onto it. It smelled purely of Thor, and you breathed it all in. Rolling around, you settled on your back as they watched you intently. They were waiting for you to advise them further. “Come here.”

Both of them slid onto the bed, after taking off their own shoes, and settled on each side of you. You looked from each man, and had no idea how you’d gotten so lucky. Each of them were leaning on their elbows, just looking at you, as if you were the only person on the planet. Suddenly, you had the urge to explore.

“Can I?” you asked Thor, your hand moving to cup his face, wanting to feel his beard against your skin.

“You can do whatever you wish,” he said softly, leaning into your touch. He was like a big, soft, cuddly golden retriever. Your fingertips moved to the crinkles by his eyes that you noticed before, tracing them and admiring them. He was stunning. Soft freckles dusted the bridge of his nose, and his eyelashes were so long they almost touched his cheeks when he closed his eyes. His lips looked so soft and inviting, you couldn’t help but to lean down and place a soft kiss on them. Thor raised his eyebrows and leaned in for the kiss.

Behind you, Bucky was tracing his fingers up and down your leg. Your body was on fire at his touch. Thor kept his hands to himself, for fear of overstimulating you.

Breaking away from Thor’s lips, you kissed the tip of his nose, his forehead, and his cheeks. His skin was so soft, and so was his beard.

“I don’t want you to feel neglected,” you said to Bucky, turning your body away from Thor, but your fingers still wrapped in his; your back pressed against his front. Your desire to be connected to both of them at the same time was so overwhelming.

“Take your time,” Bucky replied, smiling with his eyes, but you could tell he was holding his breath, desperate for it to be his turn. He was just as beautiful as Thor, yet so much softer. His cheekbones were so chiseled, and his jawline could cut glass. His hair was your favorite part, so wild and bouncy. You ran your fingers through it, like you’d been wanting to do since the day you met him.

Closing his eyes as you kissed his cheeks, nose, and chin you watched his chest rise and fall slightly as he struggled to catch his breath. The affect you had on these two men was too good to be true. They were both so close to you now, on each side, as if you were the meat between two pieces of bread.

Suddenly, as you were looking into Bucky’s sapphire eyes, Thor leaned down to whisper in your ear. His beard tickled your neck and you shivered. Bucky chuckled, and it was the sexiest sound you’d ever heard.

“Can it be our turn now, love?” Thor said gently, and it felt like a secret.

“Yes,” Bucky conceded. “Please.”

You nodded shyly, feeling your face get hot.

Thor’s large hand moved under your shirt and his fingertips grazed your stomach. Your entire body was covered in goosebumps, as Bucky positioned you to lay down flat on your back.

“If we go too far,” Thor said. “Tell us and we’ll stop immediately.”

“Yes, sir,” you joked, but the flash you saw in Thor’s eyes at those two words made your heart stop.

“We can explore that realm at a later time,” Thor winked, before working his hands up and down your thighs, kneading the muscles. Bucky moved you so that you were sitting between his legs, his hands massaging your neck and shoulders. He placed kisses along your neck, and nuzzled his nose into the crook of it. Thor leaned down and kissed the most inner part of your thigh, making you jump.

“Too far?” he asked, as you looked down at him. As much as you wanted to say no, you knew you had enough for the day.

“Not too far,” you said. “I just want to… wait. Maybe when I have more of a handle on all of this.”

“We’d wait forever for you,” Bucky whispered into your ear.

“Can we take a nap?” you asked, suddenly realizing how tired you actually were.

“Of course, doll,” Bucky answered.

“I will lay here with you until I have to go to work,” Thor said. “You can have some alone time with Bucky while I’m away. How does that sound?”

You nodded, and Bucky wrapped you in his arms, pulling you close to him. Thor laid in front of you and took your chin between his huge fingers.

“But when I get home,” he said, leaning down and kissing your lips so fiercely you swore he left a bruise. “You’re all mine.”

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[bandpreferences15]

Crazy in Love

I got this absolutely forever ago. I’m so sorry!

Request: could you maybe do a song based imagine with bucky barnes to crazy in love but Sofia karlbergs version??

Based on this song

Masterlist

Bucky x Reader

You weren’t exactly sure how long you’d been staring out the window, the raindrops traveling down the glass seeming infinitely more interesting than trying to process the emotions coursing through you. You’d been sitting in one of the overstuffed armchairs in Tony’s library, a blanket draped over your legs and an open book between your fingers, the word on the pages long forgotten. Your once steaming mug of tea on the side table now cold. You closed the book with a sigh. 

Was it real?  You thought to yourself, standing and folding the blanket before placing it over the arm of the chair. Your fingertips gently traced the spot on your temple where Bucky’s lips had pressed themselves against your skin.

--Earlier that morning--

The quinjet had landed in the early hours of the morning, the sunlight not yet having made an appearance. The weary team exited the aircraft, battered but otherwise intact. All except one. This particular mission, for lack of better phrasing, had broken the seemingly invincible Bucky Barnes. His hair disheveled from all the tugging, guns shining from all the times he’d cleaned them in an effort to keep his fidgeting hands busy. When the jet landed, he was the first one off, ignoring the sympathetic pat on the shoulder from Steve. He was moments away from breaking down and didn’t know if he would make it back to his room before the vulnerability reared its head. You see, unbeknownst to the rest of the team, Y/N had been threatened. Bucky had been in one-on-one combat with one of the Hydra base agents for nearly six minutes before the team had noticed he was missing from the group. In that short amount of time, the agent had revealed that Hydra knew everything about her and could get to her at any time. Bucky had panicked and nearly gotten himself killed. The thought of anything happening to Y/N while the team was away made his heart race, and not in the good way it did when she’d smile at him as they passed each other in the hall.

Upon arriving home, Bucky made a beeline for your room, skidding to a halt when he passed Tony’s Library, seeing the door cracked open. He knew he’d find her there, the unease of a team mission usually kept her awake. He knew she would make herself a cup of tea with a sickening amount of sugar, drag her fingertips along the shelves full of books, and pick the same one every time. He didn’t mean to slam the door fully open in his haste to get to her.

 Y/N stood from the armchair in surprise at his sudden entrance, her book tumbling to the floor.

“Bucky? Are you ok? What hap-” she was cut off as Bucky practically threw his arms around her, the affection coming as quite a surprise to both of them. 

“I will never let them get to you. I swear it.” he couldn’t help the shakiness in his voice, the fear of losing her more terrifying than any torture. 

Upon coming to the realization that the super soldier before was genuinely frightened, Y/N reciprocated the embrace. Slipping her arms around his back she rubbed gentle circles between his shoulder blades. She could feel his heartbeat from where her forehead rested in the crook of his neck, he was getting calmer. Y/n closed her eyes, an overwhelming sense of security flowing through her veins. She felt the slightest brush of his lips against her skin as he disappeared as quickly as he’d arrived. 

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[arrow-guy]

You’re A Ghost (1/??)

Summary: He’s not great at making friends and she’s practically invisible. Maybe they can help each other.

A/N: Alright, this is coming out of nowhere, but I hope you guys like it! It’s a little short and also mostly from Bucky’s perspective, but all around I'm p proud of it!

Pairing: BuckyxReader

Word Count: 1149

Warnings: None

“Are you sure it’s alright for me to be here?” Bucky asks Steve as they walk through the silent halls of the facility. “After everything that’s happened, I’d rather find and apartment in the city than stick around somewhere I’m not wanted.”

Steve shakes his head. “Everyone knows you’re not the winter soldier anymore, and they’re more than willing to work with you. Tony was actually the one to suggest that you stay here.”

Bucky’s eyebrows shoot up to his hairline. “You’re kidding.”

Steve grins. “I absolutely am not.”

“Then I guess I’m forced to stay,” Bucky snorts, doing his best to suppress a smile. “I’ll have to thank him later.”

“You might give him a heart attack if you do,” Steve stops in front of a residence door a few down from his. “Meaning, I’d like a heads up before you thank him.”

Bucky laughs outright. “You just want to laugh at the look on his face.”

“Could be, but I’d still like to know,”

“Sure thing, pal.”

“Hold out your hand,” Steve instructs. Bucky does as he’s asked and Steve drops a set of keys into his hand. Bucky stares down at them for a while before looking back up at his friend. “This is your room. You’ve got control over who comes in, and you can come and go as you please. Just be careful of Vision. He’s still working on boundaries.”

Bucky smiles. “Wilson’s told me about the numerous times he’s spotted Vision in the bathroom mirror. I’ll be sure to be on the lookout.”

Steve nods. “Alright then, you’ve met everyone and know your way around the tower fairly well, so I’ll leave you to get settled in.”

Bucky nods a few times before noticing something behind Steve. He squints, and his eyes focus on a ghostly looking woman a few feet off. “I thought you said I’d met everyone.”

“You have,” Steve says, confused.

“Then who’s that behind you?” He asks, pointing over Steve’s shoulder. The woman’s eyes go wide and she shakes her head vigorously.

“Who?” Steve looks over his shoulder. “Buck, there isn’t anyone there. Are you alright?”

Bucky tilts his head to the side, confusion clouding his brain. He watches as the woman walks away and shakes his head in an attempt to clear it. “Yeah, I’m fine. Might just be tired?” He offers.

Steve nods in understanding. “Get some rest. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Steve pats his friend firmly on the shoulder before turning back towards his own room and walking away. Bucky watches as he walks away and shakes his head before unlocking the door to his room and stepping in. As soon as he closes the door, the woman he had just seen in the hallway steps out of the shadows in the far corner of the room, and Bucky immediately jumps back, hitting his back hard against the door.

“So you can actually see me?” She asks, head tilted to the side as she slowly approaches him.

“You’re actually real?” He scans the room, looking for a projector or something that would prove this is just some sort of freshman prank. “Stark isn’t pranking me right now?”

She laughs hard. “Tony’s pranks are way more immature than this, I can assure you.”

Bucky cracks a smile, “Does that mean I am gonna get pranked?”

She smiles and shrugs. “Maybe. Depends on how much he likes you, and your standings don’t look so good right now.” She tilts her head to the side. “Maybe in a few months after he’s learned to trust you. Could happen then.”

“Well that’s reassuring,” He stares her down, trying to force himself away from the door and further into the room. “You’re real though, right?”

She nods. “I’m real. I’m just not fully here right now,” Bucky tilts his head to the side and she takes it as he cue to explain. “There was an accident in the lab. I’m stuck between two planes of reality. I’m here, but I’m not, really.” She frowns, eyes filled with frustration..

She moves and sits on a chair off to the side of the room. The air around the chair seems to shimmer before settling again. Bucky notices this and sits down on the edge of the bed.

“Is it the same there as it is here?” He asks.

She shrugs. “More or less. All of the colors here are more dull than they are there and the furniture never seems to be comfortable. There aren’t any other people and sometimes I have to hope that I can find food.”

“You don’t eat?” He asks, immediately set on edge at the thought of someone starving.

“I do, but I think time moves differently here, so I don’t have to eat as often as I would if I were home.”

Bucky relaxes at that only for the corners of his mouth to turn down in a frown. “How long have you been trapped?”

“You sure do have a lot of questions,” she says, smiling at him. “I’ve been here almost a year your time. I’ve tried getting the team’s attention, but no one’s ever really seen me. There have been a few employees who I’ve seen do a double take when they caught sight of me, but you’re the first person to actually acknowledge that I’m here.” Her eyes flick over his face and she stands abruptly. “Y’know, I think I’ve probably bothered you enough for one day. I should probably be going.”

Bucky stands as she passes him, reaching out to grasp her arm, only for her to pass right through it. She still stops and looks back at him, her hand on the door handle. She shoots him a questioning look and his stomach clenches, with excitement or nausea he can’t be sure yet.

“What’s your name?” He asks.

The corner of her mouth tugs up into a half smile. “It’s (Y/N). (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N).”

“I’m-” He starts and she laughs loudly, cutting him off.

“I know who you are. You’re Bucky Barnes. I tried to help Steve track you down before my accident.”

“Really?” She nods, and he manages to show her a small smile. “Will I see you again?”

“Why?” She asks, her eyebrows raised. “Do you want to?”

Bucky shrugs. “It’d be nice to have some company outside of the team.”

She beams. “Then I’d love to visit you again. I could use the company anyway.”

Bucky clears his throat awkwardly. “Then I’ll look forward to seeing you around.”

“Yeah, see you around,” she says.

She seems to phase through the door and she’s gone. Bucky has to restrain himself from opening the door to see if she’s really disappeared. Instead, he sits in the chair (Y/N) had previously been sitting in and runs his hands through his hair.

“Steve’s gonna think I’ve gone insane.”

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Part 2

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[tonydadisbestdad]

Masterlist

* NOT Dad!Tony

~ Smut - if you’re underage, please don’t.

Summary List

Peter

* Finding The Love Of Your Life

* Boy Oh Boy These Brothers (Sister of Thor and Loki)

The Daily Bugle

* Snow Play 

~ Dangerous Make Out

* Saved By The Spider (sister reader)

Hateful Flirting

Forgotten

* Healed Heartbreak

Pretend To Be My Date

Dear Peter Parker Masterlist

* Brother Sister Secrets (sister reader)

It’s Never The Answer

Comfy

* Long Lost Love

Relief

Told You So

* Crazy Inventions

A Knight’s Love

* Gwen Stacy or Mary Jane Watson

Senior Prom Stark Style

* That Dress I Like

Stress Overload

* Divine Intervention

* A Good Ending

* Would You Rather

~* I Can’t Believe Your Broke Your Bed (DAD!TONYXPETER)

* Meeting the Family (DAD!TONYXPETER)

Valentine’s Masterlist

Flirting for Jealousy

* Too Young

Hero Mentality Masterlist

* Wild and Free

No One’s Fault

Dad to the Rescue

Jess's Spooky Shorts Masterlist

The Power of the Shower

One Punch, Two Punch, Out the Door

Surprise

Midtown Catastrophe

* Teleportation Hero

* “Slow Hands”

* Secret Identity Blown

* The Ex

* Surprising Hotness

It’s All About Personality

More than an Idol

* Overflow

* Snow Storm

* On the Edge

~ “I had a wet dream about you.”

* Insignia

* Y/N and Peter’s First Date!

* Shadow Part 1, Part 2

* I can’t do this without you.

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Accidental Discovery

* Sticky Situation

What is this Feeling Masterlist

Unsteady

It’s too early to get out of bed

I’m Done

You’re Hot, I’m Not Part 1, Part 2

Growing Up

* It was probably a trap

* I Need You

“Why didn’t you tell me you’re Spider-Man?”

Meddling Iron Dad

* Bedbug

* Undercover

All Wet

Sleepless Nights

Secret Love Song

We’re Even

Sleep Deprivation and Wrong Beds

Personal Space

* Lies, Lies, Lies

The saddest days can be the best days

~ Untouchable

~ It wasn’t hard to figure out

Will you be my date

Secrets are irrelevant if they can’t be kept

Loving you is easy, saying the words not so much

~ Phone sex

*~ I didn’t know you had a tattoo

Gym Misunderstandings

Tom

* The Model and the Actor

Ultimatum

* Tom Holland’s New Ginger Girlfriend

* Backsliding

* Possessive And Violent My Ass

* More Than Good Enough

* Marriage Before Love

* A New Life She Has Found

* Tinder Date

* Happier

*~ “New Man”

*~ Watch out for those quiet ones Part 1, Part 2

~ You’re hot, I’m horny, let’s fuck

Winning and Losing

Bucky

* Love and Loss and Love Again

Focus is Dad!Tony some xPeter tho

Space Travel

Finding Yourself

Teasing Cast Mates

Awful News

New School Year

Hand To Hand Combat

Roasted

Apple Cider Can Fix Anything

My Dear

Follow The Rules And You Won’t Get Hurt

The Stark Anxiety

Skepticism At It’s Best

Superboy and the Invisible Girl

Yours If You Want It Masterlist

Happy Birthday, Dad!

I’m Your Daughter Part 1, Part 2

Steve

Long Ride

NOT xReader

Science Fair

Find the Cure

Harrison Osterfield

* Pretty Girl

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[gaytonystark]

Thunder Buddies

Pairing: Bucky x Reader Words: 1,013 A/N: Hieeee! I hope this is what you had in mind because I had so much fun writing it! Thank you so much and I loved this request because I am terrified of thunder and the rain after my last car accident lmao. I have a few more slots open for requests so you can send them here if you want to request something!

Another crack of thunder echoed in the distance and you flinched, nearly spilling your cup of tea. You resigned yourself to a night in when you checked the weather that morning and it showed a one hundred percent chance of thunderstorms throughout the night. Bucky asked if you wanted to go out, but you made some excuse to stay home. It hurt having to tell him “no” and the disappointment in his voice almost changed your mind. You knew better than to go out in the middle of a storm so you got a cup of tea, shut all the windows and wrapped yourself in a blanket on your couch.

You tried to distract yourself, but each clap of thunder was louder than the last and put you more on edge. Before long, you were clutching your cup of cold tea that you hadn’t even bothered to take a sip of as the storm raged on. Some documentary played on your television, but you had lost interest a few minutes in. Even through the closed curtains, the lightning outside lit up your living room and sent chills down your spine.

A distraction finally came when your phone rang from the kitchen. You grabbed your blanket, wrapped it around yourself like a cape, and fumbled through the dark until you found your ringing phone on the counter. Would it have been easier to turn on the light? Most likely, but this way just made more sense. You picked up your phone to see Bucky was calling you and you smiled a goofy grin at his picture on your screen.

“Hello?” You answered before it had a chance to go to voicemail.

“Hey, Y/N, I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize it was gonna rain tonight when I asked if you wanted to go out.” His voice sounded muffled, but you could hear him well enough. “I just wanted to see you.”

“Bucky, you don’t have to apologize.” You said as you walked aimlessly around your kitchen. “I wanted to see you too, but you know how these crazy storms freak me out.”

“I know and I completely forgot, but don’t worry, I’m on my way over.”

“Really? Please be careful, Bucky!” You rushed to the nearest window as if he was going to be standing there already.

“Don’t worry, I left a little while ago and I've got a surprise for you too.” You could practically hear him grinning and you were suddenly feeling like a giddy schoolgirl. Bucky had the tendency to make you forget about whatever it was that had you all worked up and replace your anxiety with pure affection for the man you loved.

“Okay, I can’t wait to see you!”

“Me too. I’ll see you soon dollface.” You hung up and almost forgot about the storm before the familiar boom of the thunder reminded you why you’d been in your Comfy Clothes all day.

After suffering through the storm on your own for a little while longer, you saw the familiar headlights pull up to your driveway. Bucky jumped out his car and ran to your front door where you already had it half open for him. He rushed in and shook the rain off like a dog would after splashing through a big puddle. You smiled at the water dripping from his hair and fought the urge to run your hands through it.

“Hey, doll, sorry I kept you waiting.” Bucky greeted you with a kiss on the cheek as you helped him get his raincoat off.

“Babe, don’t worry about it, I’m just glad you’re here.” You let out a sigh of relief you didn’t even realize you were holding in until Bucky walked through your door. “What’s that you got there?” You asked cheekily, gesturing to the big brown bag he was holding.

“Oh this?” He held it over your head, just out of your reach. “This is for my best girl for when she’s scared and I’m not there to help her feel better.”

“Is that so? And who could this lucky girl be?” You stood up on your tiptoes so you were right up against his chest and just under his nose. “Because I think I can make a pretty good guess on who she is.”

You closed the distance between you and kissed him full on the mouth, getting a taste of the rain drops that had not yet dried. Bucky’s arm lowered as he put more of his focus into kissing you back so you reached up and grabbed the bag out his hand once it was in reach. It was a silly trick, but you knew it would work. You peered into the bag and your face lit up while Bucky watched you with a satisfied smile on his face.

“Do you like it?” Bucky asked as you pulled out a brown stuffed bear with a silver locket around its neck. “This little guy can help me keep an eye on you when it gets bad.”

“Bucky, I love it!” You pulled it out the bag and gave the bear a big squeeze. “It’s absolutely beautiful!”

“Just like you.” He pulled the necklace off the bear and put it around your neck. “I can’t always be here so just look at this and remember I’m always thinking about you, no matter what.”

Your fingers opened the locket to reveal a small photo of you and Bucky from last summer after you two had started dating. His sweet smile would always be with you and you were completely overwhelmed by his sweet gesture.

“You are so incredible to me, I can’t believe it sometimes.” You got on your tiptoes to kiss him again and he smiled into your lips.

“There isn’t much I wouldn’t do to show you how much I love you, Y/N.”

That night, you slept soundly with that teddy bear in your arms under a blanket with the man you loved most. Thunderstorms be damned because you had Bucky and he was never going to let you go.

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Chapter Two

This chapter isnt as long but I think ill post these twice a week if I’m lucky. I would love some feedback.

triggers: abuse

word count: 1k

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Hours turn into days, It’s been 3 says since I was at the stark tower & I still haven’t manned up the courage to tell my parent that I was leaving. I made my decision. Maybe I could sneak out, and never return? No. That’d be taking the easy way out. I couldn’t do that. I get up from my room.

They were both sitting on their own recliner. I took a deep breath, making my way to the couch.

“Can I talk to you guys for a second?” I asked quietly.

“Can it wait?” Trisha, my foster mom, the mother of nightmares.

“Not really, it’s kind of important. Please?” I begged. I wanted this over with & their stalling is not helping me.

Tyler, not even a foster dad, he’s just here. The reason I thought broken bones was a norm. The reason I don’t sleep throughout the night. An actual nightmare. He turns off the tv in a huff & slams his remote into his lap.

“You’ve got our attention, brat, what do you want?” He barks at me. I took a breath, & without thinking, I say what pops into my head.

“I met my biological father today, and he wants me to move in with him” I say, trying to read their faces. It stays silent for minutes before Trisha speaks.

“Well, you’re just gonna have to tell him you already got a place.” She says with a matter-of-fact attitude. After 20 years, you learn to deal with her snarkiness but today was not the day I was going to deal with it.

“I told him I’m considering” I stated back. She kicked her recliner in, placing her feet firm on the ground.

“You what?” She snarled.

“I told him I’m going to consider it. You guys don’t need me here anymore.” I stood up, trying to keep my ground firm. Tyler stands up.

“It’s a shame you made say shit you don’t mean. You’re not going anywhere. You’re staying right the fuck here.” He said with fury.

“No, Tyler. I really think that’s where I need to be. With my biological family.” I said.

“What a disrespectful shit you are, we’ve provided a life for you, we feed you & put a roof over your head. Has your biological family done that for you?” Trisha remarked.

“It’s not up for debate. I’m 20 years old & can legally leave whenever. I’m sorry but this is what I need to do.” I turned & walked back to my room. The shouting did not cease. I ran through the hall, packing what little clothes I had & a few objects of value. It wasn’t long before I hear Tyler’s boots rumble the hallway, I quickly through my suitcase outside my window. Knowing that if they saw me with it, they’d prevent me somehow.

“Y/N, you’re not leaving this fucking house. It’s not up for discussion. I don’t know where you think you got the balls to tell us what you’re gonna do.”

I ignore his demanding tone & try to walk past him. My hair was pulled back hard, as I was thrown to the floor I wince at my sudden headache.

“YOU ARE NOT LEAVING BITCH” he screams in my face, forcefully kicking his boot into my side causing me to cry out. He leans down, colliding his fist with my cheekbone. A tear rolls down my face, the burn of his rings becoming unbearable.

“Stop! Please stop!” I cry out. His continues his acts of violence, kicking & punching the shit out of me until they feel like mere motions, my body numb.

“You wanna leave so damn bad?” He screamed. He grabbed a hand full of my hair, pulling me down the hall, my headache become excruciating. Tears continuing to run down my busted up & bruised cheek. I was thrown into the rain outside, “good luck out there without any of your shit!” And with that a slam of the door. I laid in the rain, I couldn’t move. My body sore & my spirits broken I could find the strength to get up. I couldn’t find the will. I pulled my phone out, after scooting myself under the house ledge where there was no more rain. I called the number from the business card. Hoping to god someone picked up, I hadn’t realized the time was 2am until I heard the groggy voice answer.

“Hello? Y/N?” Happy answered.

“Happy... I need... please get here. I need help..” I said as best as I could without getting winded. My breath was heavy & my ribs heart to talk.

“Y/n are you ok?” Happy sounded alert.

“Please, just hurry. I can’t stay here” I pleaded.

“I’m on my way” and with that the phone call was over. I limped my way over to my bag I previously had thrown out the window. I couldn’t move it without the horrendous pain piercing my rib age again. I sat next to the bag, and waited for happy. My vision blurry. The need to sleep was calling me, my eye lids felt heavier than ever. The rain kept me awake for another 15 minutes before happy arrived.

“Oh my god, kid, are you ok?!” His arm wrapped around me as he held my arm around his shoulder, getting me to the car.

“Happy... I need to sleep..” I whispered. Any louder & the ringing in my head would’ve made things worse for my vocalization. He grabbed my bag & threw it into the trunk. Street lights buzz by the windows. I can hear Happy talking on the car phone, “Tony, shes all banged up & I think she has a concussion. You’ll need to get the medical team ready to get her.” I can only remember being dragged out of the car, a million times being asked “are you ok” & “what happened”.

I can’t recall what’s happening before I get a light shone into my eyes, asking me my name & my age. Tony is sitting right in front of me, asking me what I can remember.

“Tony... I’m so tired, can I please sleep?” I beg. “My head is killing me”. Before he answers, my eyes are shut & my mind goes blank.

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