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#y do i ship bucky so much lmao
2braincellslz · 1 year
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⚠️Request are not guaranteed⚠️
Request junk:
So heres what is will and wont write:
Will:
Fluff
Angst
Oneshots
Long storys
Aus
Headcanons
Y/n
Ships
Will nots:
Smut (for now atlest)
Really just smut
Fandoms:
Ace Attorney:
Pheonix wright
Miles edgeworth
Dick Gumshoe
Maya fey
Franziska Von Karma
Slashers:
Michael Myers
Jason Vorhees*
Brahms heelshire
Billy lenz
Bubba *
Billy Loomis
Stu Macher
Stranger things:
Steve Harrington
Eddie munson
Hopper (as a father figure)
The kids (no shipping tho)
Billy hargove
Lexi*
Marvel:
Captain America
Bucky barns
Iron man
Peter parker
Dr. Strange
Thor
Widowmaker
Quick sliver (age of Ultron)
Wanda *
Peaky blinders:
Thomas Shelby
Arther Shelby
Finn shelby
Ada shelby
(I can't remember the rest of the names lmao)
The sandman:
The Corinthian (gay only)
Morpheus
Satan
Death
Spiderman:
Spider man
Harry Osbourne
Otto octavius
Norman Osborne
MJ
The breakfast club:
John Bender (the criminal)
Claire (the queen)
Andrew (the jock)
Brian (the brian)
Allison (the basket case)
Game of thrones:
Robb stark
Theon Greyjoy
Jon snow
Little finger
The other guys lmao
Witcher:
Jaskier
Geralt
Yennifer
Others and such
Other-
Characters from Nightmare Before Christmas
Characters from Corpse Bride
Jack sparrow
Also i can write fanfic with your oc.
If there is a character you want (from a completely different fandom or one of the ones listed) then dont be afraid to ask!
When you send in a ask, do be sure to specify if you want male, female, or GN. (And for the dsmp characters tell me if you wan c! Or cc!)
*I dont really know all that much about them
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eldritchmochi · 6 months
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b m u y ! letter ask game
B - A pairing–platonic, romantic or sexual–that you initially didn’t consider, but someone changed your mind.
i fully blame seize and gem for getting me on the shadowidomauk train, regardless of the teif personality. seize especially has me in a chokehold re: their lucien and essek combo in one of their fics, which i have not read nor do i even know if its been posted but they keep sending me snippets like MOCHI YOU WILL LOVE THIS IT HAS ALL* YOUR KINKS and by dog they're right (*it is not actually "all" this is impossible as i have Too Many Kinks but)
also gem's essek-owns-a-boujie-coffee-shop au that has shadowidomauk as end game is cute as shit im sorry gem that i haven't had the spoons to edit more (its so good aaa)
M - Name a character that you’d like to have for a friend.
i answered M with "ashton" over here in this post the other day but another character i would want to be friends withhhhhhhh hmmm lets say asterion. no i have not played the game but from the lore i have absorbed via cherry he is very much the kind of gay i would have fun having catty gossip with while also being the sort of rock for him to lean on and like..... not therapy him i hate being peoples therapist but the immovable object he can bounce trauma off and figure out How 2 People again. i think he would appreciate my bluntness and the way i set clear, explicit boundaries but am otherwise unflappable, and i would certainly appreciate his humour, and we can bond!! over the whole being ace as a result of trauma!! :D
U - Three favorite characters from three different fandoms, and why they’re your favorites.
answered U over here with ashton, kylo, and bucky over here but lets do it again!!
lets kick it off by going Old School with the Original Husbando ^TM: vash the stampede. you have no idea how jazzed i am about the new trigun anime (no i have not watched it i merely enjoy the smut on twitter) because vash is like, my og blorbo. did i have blorbos before? yes, kind of, but my Wants in a man* (*fictional character) had not yet developed so they were but proto-blorbos. vash tho... he has it all: tall pretty boy happy go lucky twink who is secretly Full Of Trauma but shoves it down super hard by being just so upbeat and goofy, and just really wants..... love and peace lmao. a lot of my blorbos historically have similar vibes in the "puts on an act to cover deep severe trauma" way lmao
next up: more anime i guess, but modern: i honestly super fucking love all might???? like SO MUCH he is such an interesting character and i desperately want to read fic of him grappling with his severe health issues alongside his image as a hero AND his mentoring of midoriya (preferably with that guud guud smut, but i have no clue who i'd ship him with, i only got two seasons in lmao). unfortunately, everything i like about him isnt even in cannon its just stuff that i, a cripple, can extrapolate from the worldbuilding and lil snippets we get of him but MAN i am o b s e s s e d
third!!! more comics: loki, specifically the agents of asgard loki. i am 100000% planning to cosplay that loki (i have the hair after all) and i am very excited because he is just so very Gender. it was the first time i saw a genderfluid character in mainstream media and his "i AM gender queer, i IDENTIFY as a bitch" like is something i quote constantly to describe my gender. also hes just such a dick who is obviously trying to do better and unlearn bad habits and god, i dont remember specifically what its about but he has a big fight with his earthside contact roommate buddy helper person over something and then comes crawling back and does this big speech where he talks about how he knows hes a fuck up but he's trying and he values her friendship so much even if he's been shit about showing it and it is chefs kiss
Y - What are your secondhand fandoms (i.e., fandoms you aren’t in personally but are tangentially familiar with because your friends/people on your dash are in them)?
dragon age. just... i know so much vague dragon age lore from listening to cherry talk about it because it is their BIG love for video games (pending bg3..... not sure if itll overtake da but theyre very sad they cannot play it again til monday lmao). i absolutely instigated a convo with someone on okc asking if xyz thing was a da reference and i was rIGHT it secured me a date lmao
similarly, mass effect, batfam stuff, haunted mansion, nbc hannibal (dont ask me why its a fandom in law still i cannot explain), s8 infinity (???? i only know matcha blossom), the final fantasy mmo, taz......
you can ask me more of these letter questions!! i have much time to spare!! maybe!!!
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the-bau-quinjet · 3 years
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heyy do you think you can do a steve rogers x reader where the rest of the avengers try to matchmake them because everyone ships them (& everyone knows that they're both in love with each other besides themselves LMAO)? it would be EXTRA amazing if you could make it such that the reader is smaller/shorter than steve? personally really love the height difference in a relationship but if not it's fine too! thank you so much, have a great day ahead xoxo
Set Us Up
Warnings: 2455
Word Count: crude language, but mostly fluff
a/n: This took me a hot minute because I couldn't think of ways for everyone to try and set them up lol, but I think this is super cute! I hope you have a great day too!!
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"He totally has a thing for you! Nat, back me up." Wanda turned to the redhead.
You, Wanda, and Nat were supposed to be training. Instead, the two of them have been trying to convince you to make a move on Steve. As if that would ever happen.
"She's right." Nat replied calmly.
"Would you two stop gossiping and just train with me! Please!" You have never confirmed your crush on Steve, but that didn't mean your two best friends didn't know about it.
"Y/N, I'm serious. That man is crazy about you." Wanda tried again while Nat easily defended your attack.
"Wanda, he's my friend. That it." You refused to make eye contact, knowing she would she the longing in your eyes. Instead you kept advancing on Nat.
"Friends don't look at each other like that." Wanda smirked, knowing you'd fall into her trap.
"Like what?" You continued sparring with Nat.
"Like he wants to fuck you against any flat surface available." She stated matter-of-factly.
"Wanda!" You finally turned to her. Unfortunately, that was the point where Nat went on the offensive.
She easily tackled you to the ground, unable to stop her own momentum. She folded you like a pretzel, resulting in a very pitiful whine from you.
"Ow." You complained from the ground, not bothering with trying to get up.
"I know exactly what you need." Nat smirked devilishly. "Steve!" She called across the gym, only making you wince further.
"Steve! Can you do me a favor?" Nat asked the super soldier, knowing he was never one to turn down a friend in need.
"'Course, what do you need?" He made his way across the gym to where you were still sprawled out on the mats.
"Y/N just took a pretty bad beating. Can you help her stretch?" Her and Wanda wore matching smirks despite trying to hide them. "I'd do it, but I promised Wanda I'd help her with something, and we have to go now."
Steve barely had time to respond before the two women were making their way out of the gym.
"Hey, Y/N." He greeted you kindly, looming over your body which was still on the ground. "Are you okay?"
You huffed, glared at the door where your friends just abandoned you, and then smiled at Steve. "Yeah, Wanda just distracted me and you know what that means when you're sparring with Nat."
He grimaced slightly, imaging the beating you just experienced.
"I've definitely been there." He gestured for you to put your foot in his hand. "Here, give me your ankle."
You followed his instructions, lifting your left leg until he grabbed onto your ankle. He slowly pushed your leg forward, helping to stretch your hamstring.
You couldn't help but laugh at the way he had to bend over slightly to fully push on your leg.
"What's so funny?" He tickled your leg before gesturing for you to switch.
"Nothing. You're just really tall." You snickered again at his hunched over frame. Your foot didn't even reach his hips, meaning his back was arched at an odd angle to give him the correct leverage to help you stretch.
"Maybe you're just short. Ever think of that?" He raised a brow, dropping your right leg back to the floor. "C'mon, give me your hands."
You raised your arms up like a petulant child, knowing he would have to bend down to reach your hands.
He rolled his eyes at your childish behavior, but ultimately bent down to grasp your hands. He pulled you to your feet a bit too harshly causing your body to stumble into his.
Your head landed squarely against his chest, really showing off the height difference.
"See," he put a hand on top of your head. "You're just short."
You shoved him slightly, backing away from his warm body. "That may be true, but that doesn't mean you can go around saying it." You playfully glared at the much taller man.
"I'm sorry. Come with me, I'll make you a smoothie to make up for it."
Despite your best efforts, you couldn't keep the grin off your face.
"Deal."
You just knew Nat and Wanda would be all smirks when you inevitably filled them in on this whole encounter.
-
"Who moved all the mugs?" You muttered to yourself. You spent the last five minutes standing on the tips of your toes trying to reach the mugs that, for some reason, had been move to the very top shelf.
Then you spent another five minutes looking for the step stool you kept in the kitchen.
You were about to resort to climbing on top of the counter when Steve walked into the kitchen.
You didn't even have to ask for his help before he was walking up behind you and reaching for a mug. His body briefly brushed against yours as he pulled the mug from the shelf, plopping it down on the counter in front of you.
"Thank you." You smiled at him, unsure if you could form any additional words.
"Anytime, short stuff." He smirked.
"Hey! It's not my fault someone felt the need to reorganize the cabinets." You whined. "Who does that?"
"I think it was Tony." He chuckled. "He said something about helping two idiots realized they're in love." He shrugged.
"That man is so weird." The two of you laughed, completely oblivious to Tony's plan.
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"You ready to go, punk?" Steve could tell just by the look on Bucky's face that something was up.
"What did you do, jerk?" He eyed him suspiciously.
"Nothing!" He quickly looked down the hall, knowing you and Sam were supposed to emerge any second.
"Sam! You promised you would take me to Coney Island today!" You followed him down the hall, not realizing Bucky and Steve were already in the living room.
"I know, but I can't! I have to fix my wings." He glanced at Bucky conspiratorially. "Tin man, Tony said he needs you in the lab. Something about updating the tech in your arm."
Bucky looked back at Steve.
"Sorry, man. Gotta go." Bucky went to leave, but turned back before he made it out of the doorway. "Why don't you and Y/N go?"
"That's a great idea!" Sam added on. "You two go have fun."
The two of them ran from the room together before you could protest.
"Looks like it's just you and me." You smiled at Steve, grabbing your purse and heading for the door. "You coming?"
"Definitely." He smiled right back at you before leading you to the car.
The car ride took a while, but it felt like no time at all while talking to Steve.
"What's your favorite part?" He gestured to the park map as the two of you walked in.
"I've actually never been before. That's why I was so bummed when Sam said he was busy." You looked around the park entrance, taking in all the bright colors and happy people.
"I'll just have to show you all of my favorite parts then." He smiled at the look of wonder on your face, slowly reaching for your hand.
"I'd like that." You bit your lip nervously, butterflies swarming in your stomach when he took your hand.
He showed you around the entire park, starting with the rides. You went on every ride you could, only stopping when a fan asked for an autograph or a picture from one or both of you.
"Those are all the best rides." He smiled confidently.
"Really? No ferris wheel?" You pouted a bit. "I've always wanted to ride a ferris wheel."
"Don't worry, we will." He grabbed your hand again. "It's better to save that for the end of the night. Right now, it's time for games."
You couldn't help but smile at his antics. He genuinely looked to be having the best time in the world, and you honestly felt the same way.
"Lead the way."
The two of you made your way to the arcade, where Steve let every kid beat him.
His face lit up with joy watching them celebrate beating Captain America at various carnival games. When the game seemed unbeatable, he would win and let the kid choose a prize.
At the last game, he whispered with one kid as you looked on suspiciously. The little boy grinned, nodding his head in complete seriousness before turning back to the game.
When Steve won, the little kid smiled bigger than anyone else had all day. Steve walked back over to you with an enormous gray teddy bear.
"Your losing streak ends." You gestured to the bear.
"Yeah, well little Michael over there said I needed to win a prize for my pretty friend. He said he'd throw the game for me." He spoke with complete seriousness, causing you to giggle.
"That might be the cutest thing I've ever heard." Your face was the epitome of heart eyes as you looked between Steve and the bear. You pulled him into a massive hug before finally stepping back and trying to calm down.
"What's next?" You grabbed the bear, holding it tightly in one arm.
"Food!" Again, he held your hand as he lead you around the park.
He walked with you along the boardwalk, pointing out various spots to get different foods. Some had been there since he was a kid, others were clearly newer.
"This used to be my favorite." He smiled fondly looking at the Nathan's Famous sign.
"Well then, what are we waiting for?" You walked confidently up to the window only to realize you had no idea what to order. "Steve! What should I get?"
He laughed at the panic on your face. Without even realizing, he put his arm around your shoulder, drawing you closer to him. You went easily, leaning into his touch.
"Can we get two Coney dogs and a large order of fries?" He asked the attendant taking orders. "Do you want anything to drink?" He looked down at you as though this were an everyday occurance.
"A slushie!" Your eyes went wide, a giddy kind of excitement growing in you.
"And two cherry slushies, please." He fished out his wallet with his free hand, still holding you close.
You moved to get money as well, but Steve shook his head. "This one's on me, sweetheart."
You all but melted at the pet name, hiding your smile by burying your head between your bear and his chest.
You signed a few more autographs and posed for more pictures while you waited for your food. A little kid came up to the two of you just as your order was called.
"I'll get it." You gestured for him to talk to the child.
"Captain America!" The little girl smiled widely when Steve crouched down to talk to her. "Are you on a date?"
Steve's face reddened at the question, but it made him think. "You know what, I think I am." He shook his head when he finally realized that Bucky and Sam set the two of you up without either of you realizing it.
"My mommy's gonna be sad. She said you're really handsome." The little girl laughed.
"Well, she's right. He is really handsome." You whispered conspiratorially as you returned with the food.
The little girl laughed before running back to her mom.
"C'mon, we can go sit on that bench." Steve gestured to an empty bench overlooking the beach. The two of you joked and laughed while you ate, but Steve couldn't stop thinking about the little girl's question.
"It's beautiful." You looked out over the sand. The sun was low in the sky, reflecting off the water.
"Breathtaking." Steve agreed, his eyes focused on you rather than the view.
"It's later in the day. Does that mean it's time for the ferris wheel?" You smiled widely, a common occurrence for the day.
"Yep. The ferris wheel is the very last thing to do before leaving." He threw away the trash from your meal before taking your hand in his.
"Why's that?" You looked up at him curiously.
"It's slow enough for you to enjoy the ride, even after eating. Plus, you get the best view from the top when the sun is setting." The two of you stood in line as he explained his reasoning.
"I guess you really know all the best tricks." You smiled at him, hugging the bear to avoid any embarrassing actions.
"Not really. Just the old ones." He joked.
"Steve Rogers! Did you just joke about your age?" You gaped at him playfully.
"Hey! If I can't joke about your height, you can't joke about my age." He pressed a hand to his chest in mock offense.
"I guess that's fair." You nudged him with your shoulder, but he remained solid as a rock.
The two of you sat next to each other in the cart, placing the stuffed bear across from you.
"You were right. This is an incredible end to a marvelous day." You looked out over the park, taking in the pink and orange hues from the sunset.
"Y/N... I think Sam and Bucky set us up." He looked at you nervously.
"Yeah, they did a great job of it too." You replied easily, having realized much earlier than Steve what was going on.
"You're not upset?" He questioned, a confused look on his face. You decided to respond with an unfamiliar amount of bravery.
"Steve, I had an incredible day. The only way I'd be upset is if you didn't kiss me at the end of it." You smiled shyly.
"What if I kissed you now, even though it's not technically the end?" His smile matched your own.
"That'd be okay too."
"You both leaned in, meeting in the middle for a soft and romantic first kiss. His lips moved against yours as if they were made for each other.
"Steve?" You pulled back for air.
"Yes?" He smiled blissfully, forehead still pressed against yours.
"I think we're the idiots in love with each other." You whispered softly, thinking back to what Tony had said.
"I think you might be right."
He smiled, pulling you to kiss you again.
"Steve?" You pulled back again, a bright smile on your face.
"Yes?" His eyes remained closed, just breathing in the moment.
"The ride is over..."
His eyes snapped open, a blush painting his cheeks when the ride attendant awkwardly cleared his throat.
"Sorry!" He jumped from the ride, grabbing the bear in one hand and you in the other.
"Where to now?" You questioned, laughing as he pulled you through the park.
"Home, so I can end this date right."
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reidingandwriting · 3 years
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"Deja Vu"
Word Count: ~2300 words
Ship: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader (ex/platonic?), Peter Parker x Michelle Jones
Warnings: A curse word or two, slightly OOC moments but it is fan-fiction so :)
A/N: I'm in love with this song and had to write this. Popped this baby out in 3 hours, and I'm pretty happy with it. Side note: I created my own timeline for this lmao. Morgan exists, but they don't live in the cabin. Reader is mentioned to be fem once or twice, but reads neutral besides that! Reader is Tony's kid but it could be read as adopted/his bio kid.
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“One strawberry ice cream, just for you.” Peter said as he set the cup down in front of MJ, a single spoon dipped in the light pink dessert. MJ immediately started to eat as Peter took a seat beside her, and you and Ned were seated across from the couple at a local ice cream shop you had discovered. The one where you had taken him, where you had convinced him to try the strawberry ice cream instead of the vanilla he always got. You scooped a spoonful of your rocky road ice cream a little too aggressively, unable to eat your favorite ice cream flavor anymore.
“Thanks, Parker, it’s really good.” MJ said and Peter nudged her shoulder.
“Mind if I steal a bite?’
“Of course I mind.” MJ deadpanned and Peter blanched before MJ smirked at him. “Go ahead, loser. Just one.” MJ gave him a look and Peter saluted.
“Scout’s honor.” Peter took MJ’s spoon before he took a bite, and you barely held back the scowl as you looked over at Ned. He gave you a sympathetic smile and tapped his foot against yours under the safety of the booth. You brushed your shoulder against Ned’s while Peter and MJ were too entranced by each other to notice.
“If you get any ice cream on my jacket, I’m burning yours.” MJ’s words were menacing, but you all knew she was (mostly) kidding. Peter scoffed and held his hand against his chest in mock offense, the sleeves of MJ’s jean jacket comedically too short on Peter’s arms. MJ was dressed in Peter’s Midtown hoodie, the same one you had worn just a few months ago.
You thought it would have been funny to switch jackets, knowing your jacket would look funny on him, while you wore Peter’s oversized hoodie. And now here was MJ, wearing the same sweatshirt, while Peter wore her jacket. Have any original ideas, Parker?
“Earth to Y/N.” MJ waved her hand in your face, and you snapped back to the present. “You okay? You zoned out there for a minute.”
“Yeah, sorry. Morgan decided she wanted a sleepover last night, so we just had to build a pillow fort in my room, and that felt fantastic on my back. Almost as great as her practically laying on top of me all night.” You chuckled. “And you know I couldn’t move her, she’s got me wrapped around her finger.”
“And she knows it.” Peter said and you smiled over at him.
“Speaking of Morgan. She’s been asking me all week about if you want to come over sometime this weekend. She’s in a big Lion King phase, and she wants ‘her Petey’ to come have a pajama party with her and have a sing-along. She’s Nala, of course.” Ned snorted and Peter’s face fell.
“I can’t this weekend. MJ and I are having a Glee watch party this weekend, can you believe she’s never seen Glee?” Peter asked and you felt a pang of jealousy in your stomach.
“Oh, really?” You asked. Much like you hadn’t seen it either, until six months ago. “It’s pretty iconic, but also the worst show ever. Singing along is pretty fun, just being annoying. Really fun.” You thought back to when you and Peter were in your room, doing the same thing.
“Don’t stop believing!” Peter stood on your bed, using the remote as a microphone to serenade you. Peter looked at you expectantly, and you rolled your eyes before singing the next line, just as enthusiastically as he did.
“Hold on to the feeling!” Peter cheered and you couldn’t help but laugh at him. “You’re so annoying, Parker.”
“As annoying as this show?”
“Almost.”
“Then I’m not quite done yet.”
“Raincheck next weekend, maybe?” Peter asked and you shrugged.
“I’ll have to check with Madame Secretary. She’ll likely be over The Lion King by next weekend, it’ll be ‘baby stuff.’” Your phone buzzed and you excused yourself before checking the text.
Iron Dad: Hey, kid. Are you busy?
You: A little. Why?
Iron Dad: Pep and I have an emergency meeting for work, and Happy’s sick so he can’t watch Maguna
You: I’m on my way. Give me five to say goodbye
Iron Dad: Thanks, Y/N/N. We owe you one
You: You owe me several. Love you
Iron Dad: Love you tons
“I’m sorry, guys, duty calls.” You smiled, albeit a little sadly, at your friends. “I’ll see you Monday at school?”
“We better. We have a project in chemistry due on Monday.” Ned said and you flipped him off.
“Science is my best class, you know I’ve had the project done and Dr. Banner approved since the project was announced in class.” You winked at Ned before waving at MJ and Peter. “See you later, lovebirds.” You internally cringed when ‘lovebirds’ came out more bitter than you intended. With goodbyes exchanged, you left the ice cream parlor, and you bit back the tears you felt beginning to build up. Did he feel it, too? Did he remember that you did that, too? Was he ever going to tell her all the ‘unique’ things Peter’s done were reused, that you had found them first? You wiped at your eyes before you hailed a taxi, and you shoved all your feelings down to be at your best for your little sister.
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“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N!” Morgan barreled down the hall when you stepped out of the elevator, and you barely bent down to catch her in time as she collided with you.
“Morgan, Morgan, Morgan!” You scooped your sister up into your arms and peppered her face with kisses until she was laughing, and your mood immediately lifted at the sound. “Where’s Mom and Dad?”
“Mom’s at work, Dad’s in his room. He’s leaving us.” Morgan pouted and you copied her expression.
“Oh, no. You’re stuck with me tonight. Too bad I’m not tall enough to reach the juice pops in the freezer.” You gasped. “Oh, wait. I am!” Morgan thrusted her fist into the air with a cheer, and you set her down. “I need to go talk to Dad real quick, then we can do almost whatever you want.” You emphasized the almost, knowing she’d ask for something you definitely shouldn’t do, then argue that you said ‘anything.’ You definitely saw a career in law for her when she got older.
“Kay-kay. I’ll go get coloring books, then we get juice pops?”
“Deal.” You offered your pinky out, and she linked pinkies with yours before she ran off to her room. You shook your head fondly before you walked off to your dad’s room, and you knocked on his door before coming in. “Dad?”
“Hey, kiddo. Come on in, I’m just packing a few things for Pep.” You walked over to the bag your dad had packed, and you began to inspect everything. “Have I been approved?”
“I think I need a hug before giving approval.” You opened your arms and your dad happily pulled you into his chest, and he held you close, as if he could sense your feelings.
“Are you okay? Do I need to stay?” Tony rubbed your back and rocked you gently, and you buried your face deeper into his chest, your eyes watering and you gripped his shirt tighter, a habit you developed when Tony first took you in- you always grabbed onto him like he was your security blanket, and Tony quickly learned there was no use in getting you to let go until you were ready.
“No, I’m okay.” Your voice was muffled but you made no effort to move yet. “Mom needs you.” You paused. “You’ll be back soon, right?”
“Luckily we’re just headed to the New York headquarters. I hope we’re home by midnight, but I’ll tell you when we find out for sure.” You nodded and let go of your dad, and he brought his hand up to cup your cheek, and he wiped your tears away with his thumb and the action almost made you cry again. “Ben and Jerry’s and sad movies when I get back, or should I get a few punching bags set up in the gym?”
“Ben and Jerry’s.” Tony nodded and pressed a kiss to the top of your head, and you patted his arm, telling him he could continue packing. “ Don’t forget Mom’s favorite lipstick. She always keeps one on her, but you can never be too safe.”
“Lifesaver.” Tony said before he went back to packing.
“I should go check on Morgan, let you finish getting packed.” You said and Tony smiled at you, a softness in his eyes reserved solely for you, Morgan, and Pepper.
“Have I ever told you that you’re the best big sister?”
“I do my best.” You smile back before leaving. Fingers crossed she hadn’t made a mess already.
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You laid in bed, scrolling through your camera roll with tears streaming down your cheeks. You pressed play on a video and let out a choked sob as you watched. You and Peter were seated at the piano in the living room, and your fingers moved gracefully across the keys, playing one of your favorite songs that Peter had begged you to play for him. The familiar sounds of Billy Joel’s ‘Uptown Girl’ filled your ears, and you sang along as you played. You turned to Peter, nodded at him, and he began to play the same song after you. You hugged him at the end of the song, grinning since he had finally learned it, and you began to play it again, Peter joining you in singing along. Not even that was reserved for you and him anymore, as you had learned recently.
“I didn’t know you played.” You said as MJ took a seat at the piano, Peter seated beside her.
“Oh, I just learned. Peter taught me the one song he knows how to play.” Your heart sank and now Ned was curious.
“What song?” Don’t say it, don’t say it.
“Uptown Girl.” MJ began to play, and you felt your lip begin to tremble. Your song. The one you had taught him. You looked away as Peter quickly pressed a kiss to her cheek after the first chorus, and he whispered something into her ear. You turned to Ned and dove deep into a conversation, refusing to cry in front of them.
You jumped when you heard a knock on your window, and you grabbed the baseball bat you kept by your bed. You would have called for Bucky or Sam, but the pair were off on their own mission. You got out of bed, wiping away your tears, and you walked to the window, bat at the ready. “FRIDAY, who’s getting knocked to next year with my bat?”
“It appears Peter Parker is the one outside your window.” Peter? Of course it was.
“Lights on dim, FRI.” You set the bat down and opened the window, and Peter popped into view. “Peter? What the hell? You almost gave me a heart attack, dude.”
“I’m sorry, I know, sorry. I didn’t plan on coming out here, but I needed to talk to you.” You gestured for Peter to come in, and you suddenly realized how you had to look to him. You were in a shirt you had stolen from Thor- what? His shirt got mixed up with yours, finders keepers. You were in an old pair of sweatpants that were covered in various stains- paint from Morgan, some grease from Tony’s lab, and a bleach mark from where you and Peter were goofing around in the lab and you spilled some mystery chemical on your pants. And let’s not even talk about your puffy eyes and the tear marks on your cheeks from a night of crying.
“About what?” You sat on your bed, eyes not meeting Peter’s.
“About earlier at the ice cream parlor. You seemed really… spaced out. Not yourself. And I caught you scowling once.”
“I didn’t scowl.” You tried to defend yourself but you sighed, knowing he was right.
“And ever since MJ and I started dating, you’ve just seemed different. You’re not, like, jealous, are you?” And you couldn’t help but laugh. Truly laugh, which caused Peter’s brows to furrow. “What’s so funny?”
“You think I’m jealous! Why should I be jealous?” Peter frowned at how you weren’t taking him seriously, and he was confused.
“You know, we had… a thing. Not that we dated, but I mean, we were really close you know.”
“Oh, I know.” Like a switch, your emotions flipped from sad to frustrated in seconds. “And I’m seeing all these ‘things’ we had all over again.” It was Peter’s turn to start getting irritated, and he crossed his arms.
“Oh, really? Like what?”
“Strawberry ice cream at the parlor, you can’t act like we didn’t do that. Trading jackets, we did that shit too. Teaching her piano when I taught you, how do you not get deja vu?” Peter opened his mouth to talk and you held your hand up. “You’ve got a different girl, but there’s nothing new. I discovered those places you take her, I showed you Glee, I taught you the jokes that you tell to her. When are you gonna tell her? She thinks it’s special, but it’s all reused. I know I get deja vu, don’t you?” You had started to cry again, and Peter started to defend himself until FRIDAY spoke.
“Y/N, your father and mother have returned home. You may want to continue this conversation later.” You looked at Peter who wordlessly nodded. He walked to the window, and he paused before he spoke.
“We’ll talk Monday after patrol. Bye, Y/N/N.” You whispered goodbye before he left and you shut the window before you dropped to your knees, letting out broken sobs.
“I get deja vu when she’s with you…”
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just for you, honeybee (2/?)
pairing: bucky barnes x reader, steve rogers x reader (platonic)
word count: 2,107
authors note: second part of this ongoing series! i still don't know how many parts this is going to be but i seriously want to finish this lmao. hopefully this will be a series i actually complete! please leave feedback - i truly appreciate it!
warnings: mention of bucky's death, uncontrollable sobbing, character death, a few curse words
summary: dating back to 1943, you, james barnes, and steve rogers were best friends, including bucky being your boyfriend. when you get a notice that bucky died in the war, you make it your mission to find closure for yourself and protect steve as he is the only remaining piece of bucky you have left. once you are offered the super soldier serum, you and steve must make your way through world war 2 - and the unknown future hardships to come.
recap: Steve seemed shocked that you were able to read him like that, but was defeated. With a sigh, he turned and reached into his handbag, pulling out a file, “there was this Doctor there, Doctor Erskine, who uh – he approved me for the army, y/n. But it’s for an experiment, something they call a super-soldier experiment, I’m not sure. I’m going – I leave in a couple days.”
How is your world falling apart this quickly?
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Sending Steve off was honestly just as painful as it was when Bucky was shipped off. You didn’t want to guilt-trip Steve into staying – you knew how important it was to him to join the army and do something. However, now you were completely alone. You knew you had Becca and you could always write to Bucky and Steve, but it just wasn’t the same.
Both of your boys were gone.
Once Steve had told you about this super-soldier serum experiment, you chewed his ear off for a good 10 minutes. It was brutal, to say the least, and while pacing in your small living room, Steve sat in his seat, hands folded as he waited for you to finish.
This was his final chance to get into the army and while he hated the idea of leaving you, he needed to do something, not only with his life, but with the army. He needed to prove himself. He knew you could take care of yourself – you were independent and a firecracker – there was nothing you couldn’t do. However, while slowly trying to convince himself that you would be okay, Steve was also having a midlife crisis of his own friendship with Bucky. If he found out he left you alone while the both of them were at war, Steve knew Bucky’s reaction wasn’t going to be great.
Once you were done tearing Steve a new one, telling him that you supported him all the way, but you honestly wished he would stay – and possibly called him a dipshit in between all of that – you calmed down. With a quiet voice, you looked to Steve, “can I at least send you off?”
Steve felt his cheeks grow warm and let a smile slip onto his lips, “I would be honored if my biggest fan were there.”
You shoved his shoulder lightly, “shut it, you fat-head. C’mon, we gotta get you all dolled up.”
While it was just as painful to see Steve go, you knew he’d be in good hands and wouldn’t do anything too stupid. You had told him sternly, “I want the name of your commanding officer, his commanding officer, and any fat-headed buffoons that are in charge at your camp, okay?”
Steve had shaken his head, “yes mom, whatever you say.” His eyes rolled but he had a smile on his face, “just so you can keep an eye on me?”
You hummed, “that, and to know whose ass I hav’ta kick if anything happens to you, Stevie. And if you see Bucky, you tell him I love him, you hear?”
Steve saluted before he headed towards the platform, “love ya, y/n!”
You had a small smile on your life, “love you too, Rogers. Kill some Nazis for me.”
That interaction was nearly 6 months ago, and every day felt like a new hill you had to climb over. You sent postcards to both Steve and Bucky in hopes that they would respond every time you sent one, but that wasn’t the case. You weren’t mad, nor upset, just lonely. Steve had let you know that the serum worked and he had been reunited with Bucky after taking over a HYDRA base where you learned Buck was captured. God, that letter caused you so much turmoil and anxiety, but Steve had calmed your fears, letting you know that Bucky was okay. You had also recognized his handwriting at the end, “can’t get rid of me that easily, honeybee. I love you.”
You hadn’t heard from them in a couple weeks, and your anxiety was beginning to show. Nothing new had happened, so you truly had no reason to write to them, but you did anyway, just updating them both on your life and how much you missed them. You had seen Captain America’s tours and his posters all over Brooklyn, and you were so proud of your Steve.
But it was weird seeing him so tall and…built.
Tearing your eyes away from another Captain America poster with his boys behind him, you continued your journey to some local shops, stocking up on groceries and possibly a new pair of shoes. Brooklyn was quiet today, which was certainly odd; there was nothing ominous about it, but it was not something anyone there was used to.
Hands skimming through some plums, you picked one that you knew Bucky would love. With a soft smile, you put the fruit in your basket, continuing through the store until you heard quiet whispers:
“Are you sure he’s here? The Captain America?”
“Mary, I told you, I saw him clear as day; no clue where the man was headin’, but he’s here.”
“Is there a tour or somethin’ here in Brooklyn?”
“Mary…I ain’t no mind reader, he could be stoppin’ by before he goes back off to war.”
Your heart nearly exploded out of your chest. Steve was here, back in Brooklyn? Wait – if Steve was here, then Bucky could be, too!
Quickly dropping the items you had in your hands, you ran out of the grocery store as fast as your heels would let you, passing by Grover in such a rush, he couldn’t even say hello. Crossing the street in a hurry, you grabbed your purse tightly and ran up your apartment fire escape stairs. Once you reached your floor, you grabbed your key and opened the door, being met with your Steve Grant Rogers and a very beautiful woman dressed in an army’s uniform.
“I – holy shit, Steve – oh my god,” you stumbled, out of breath as Steve stood up, towering over you, “I thought you were smaller.”
Steve stepped forward, hands out in case you fell or needed a hug, “side effect of that serum I told you about, remember?” The woman behind him gave Steve a look at the mention.
You caught your breath, “give me a hug, you doofus! Oh my gosh, those letters do you no good – nor do the posters!”
The two of you embraced as Steve held you in his arms, careful of his trembling hands, “’used my spare key, hope you don’t mind.”
You ran your hands over his back and his hair, “I get to see my best friend again, I don’t care how you got in here. Now, where’s Jamie, I – I need’ta see him.”
Steve pulled away and laid his hands on your shoulders, “actually, I wanted you to meet someone before… this is uh, Peggy Carter, she’s an agent of that Strategic Scientific Reserve for the serum and one of the best. Peg, this is y/n, the one who wrote to me and…Bucky, all the time.”
Peggy stood up, hand outstretched towards you as you shook hers, “nice to finally meet you, y/n. Steve here talked lots about you.”
You didn’t fail to notice her solemn look and the file of papers tucked underneath her other arm, “it’s, um, nice to meet you too, Agent Carter.”
The three of you stood in silence as Steve guided you to the remaining chair in the living room. With a bite to your lip, you turned towards Peggy, “I hate to be so forward, Agent, but I’ve seen those files before. I know what – what they mean.”
“Y/N,“ Steve began, “please let her –“
You cut Steve off, “Stevie…where is James?” Your eyes immediately started to fill with tears but you held them back for the sake of your own.
Peggy cleared her throat, “Miss L/N, there was a mission that included James Buchanan Barnes and during that mission, a part of the train that the soldiers were riding on exploded. Amongst the fight, we believe Barnes –“
Steve stopped her, “Peg, she – she doesn’t need to know how…”
Tears escaped your eyes as you looked at your best friend, “Stevie… Is he..?”
Steve ran his hands over his face, “he – he was hangin’ onto the side of the train, y/n, and I let him fall. I couldn’t reach him and…”
The rest of Steve’s story fell upon deaf ears. No, not deaf ears, but ones that were ringing. Bucky was dead. He was dead. He fell off a train and was dead. He wasn’t coming home.
Bucky wasn’t coming home to you.
At that revelation, your body began to shake uncontrollably as the tears fell from your eyes, unable to be stopped. You tried to breathe but the pressure on your chest was unbearable. You tried to look at Steve, but your eyes were so blurry, “St-“
No words left your mouth, only the sounds of your sobbing. Steve leaped forward, wrapping his arms around you as you cried, screamed for Bucky, for your Jamie.
"No, no, not James! Steve, please!" you cried, falling onto the floor with Steve as he held you.
Peggy let her own tear slip, overwhelmed with your reaction. Leaving his dog tags, his files, and a medal on your table, she stepped out of your apartment.
Mrs. Betty Davis stepped out of her apartment just as Peggy shut the door, hoping nobody heard your cries and screams for James. Mrs. Davis looked to Peggy, “that boy, Barnes… he never came home?”
Peggy wiped her stray tear and cleared her throat, “I’m afraid not, ma’am. He died an honorable death, taking down a,” she paused, “a Nazi base.”
Mrs. Davis shifted her gaze to the door where she could clearly hear you crying and yelling for Bucky, that he wasn’t dead. She looked down to her welcome mat, “he was a good man, always takin’ care of that girl. His heart beat for her, he turned her world. Wouldn’t surprise anyone if he had a ring lyin’ around. She was just as in love with him as he was her.”
Peggy’s eyes filled up with tears as your neighbor explained you and Bucky’s love for one another, “I had only met him once but he… he seemed genuinely good.”
Mrs. Davis gave a sad smile, “he was. Thank you…for letting me know.” Peggy nodded at her.
Back inside, your tears had stained Steve’s shirt as he held you close, “I know y/n, I – I know. I got you.”
You had stopped screaming for Bucky, but your hands shook as they held onto Steve, fresh tears still running down your cheeks. With a shaky breath, you grasped onto Steve’s shirt, “do – do you think he was in pain?”
Steve let his own tears slip but held his own, “I don’t know y/n, but I’d like to think he wasn’t. He – uh – he told me, before he fell… he told me to tell his honeybee that he loves you so, so much and he – he wanted you to have his tags.”
You pulled away from Steve’s chest, looking at him in slight confusion, “his…tags?” It had then dawned on you:
Bucky wanted you to have his dog tags from the army.
Feeling a new thread of tears about to be shed, your lip quivered but you covered it up, glancing over the room until you saw the file Peggy had sat on the table. With shaky hands, you leaned towards your coffee table – the one that Bucky would rest his feet upon all the time until you smacked them off – and grabbed the file. Opening it up, you immediately saw his army identification photo and his dog tags hanging in the middle of the file.
You shut the flimsy piece of paper before you could cry anymore. Turning to Steve, you noticed his eyes were also red from crying, “what now?”
Steve and you now sat on the floor, backs resting on one of your chairs, “I hav’ta finish what I started, with Johann Schmidt and Zola. Can I be honest with you?”
You nodded your head, wiping your remaining tears on your shirt, “of – of course Steve.”
He let out a shaky breath, “I wish I could take away your pain, but I can’t. Before Buck was shipped off, I promised him I would take care of you, and right now, I need to be here for you. So, if you want to, I can ask Peg if you can come along with us, with me, and once I’m done, we can… we can do whatever you want to do.”
You picked at your nails, anxiety swallowing you whole, “and what if you don’t make it back, either?”
“I will.”
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Lost In The Woods - T. Holland
Disney || Tom || Main || Taglist
Requested? Nah 600 words Kinda inspired by the whole Brad Pitt and Jen Aniston ting over zoom last year; also, they're older in this one and the ones in bold is the interviewer
"𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐚𝐦 𝐈, 𝐢𝐟 𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐮𝐲?"
You and Tom dated way back in 2015 and broke up in 2020. Aside from being known as Spider-Man, he was also known as your long time and first ever boyfriend. It was a mutual breakup, but it still hurt. Five years going down the drain is definitely painful and hard to let go of.
People in the same industry and mutual friends have been teasing you and Tom about it. You and Tom haven't hung out as friends ever since the break up and whenever you would bump into him at an awards show, the media would always make sure that they have a picture. So much so, that BuzzFeed has an article that's titled: '25 Pictures of Tom & Y/N Through The Years'. It was insane.
Everyone wanted for both of you to star in a movie together because you haven't shared the big screen yet. It was weird because both of you dated and even then, no one casted both of you as love interests.
That changed now, though. Both of you were starring in a movie and your characters were a couple who is on the brink of divorce, but Tom's character is convincing your character that you didn't need a divorce. That was all you were told and you wanted to do it because 1) you were interested in how that's gonna go and 2) it'd be nice to finally share the big screen with Tom.
When the movie came out, everyone went wild and the fans were super happy. You and Tom rekindled your friendship and grew close again after that.
Today is your interview about the movie and sitting next to you is Tom. At first, the questions were heavily about the movie and the process of it, but towards the end, the questions started to become about you two.
"Everyone still ships you and Tom and it's insane! What can you say about that?" The interviewer asked causing you and Tom to laugh.
"Oh my god!" You laughed.
"It's been YEARS since our last date." Tom said jokingly. "But we're really happy that even if we're not together anymore, they still support us in everything that we do."
You nodded, "True true. They're very loyal."
"Obviously your characters have chemistry, but what about you guys?"
"She's my girl, of course there's chemistry!" Tom exclaimed with a smile.
"She's your girl?"
"Yup." Tom said, popping the 'p'. " She will forever be my girl and I will cherish her everyday. She means a lot to me and she's my best friend."
You smiled at him and said, "Aww, thank you! You're my best friend too."
"I just hope I'm still her guy, y'know? Am I?" Tom looked at you and you nodded. He chuckled before turning to the interviewer, "Okay, I'm still her guy. If I'm not her guy anymore, I wouldn't know what to do, honestly."
"Of course you're still my guy! You were my first boyfriend and first love. You have a special place in my heart, T. I'll always love you." You confessed.
"And I, you." Tom winked.
"Are you guys getting back together?"
"I don't know." You answered. "Maybe. Maybe not."
"Until you're sure, I'll wait." Tom shrugged. "I love you and you love me. I'll wait until you know for sure."
"Wait, so you're down for that?" You asked.
"I'm down for anything as long as it's with you, darling." Tom answered.
"I'll think about it, then." You chuckled.
"Take your time. I'm not in a hurry." He smiled before turning to the interviewer to answer the next question.
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lmao i love this
𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: @blueleatherbag @cocoamoonmalfoy @thatforgottenangel @parkerpeter24 @turtoix @slutforsr @givebuckyhisplumsnow @buckys-little-hoe @runawayolives @chewymoustachio @hollandsrecs @just-here-to-escape-from-reality @yourstrulyamour @juliediggory @lharrietg @alexx-stancati @rumplebutterbaby @dummiesshort @spideyspeaches @thevelvetseries @buckymylove @quxxnxfhxll @marvelsimps @dreamy-clousds @bora-world @hunnybunimdun @supred12
𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: @holland-styles @trustfundparker @calltothewild @felicityparkers @hufflepuffprincess24 @tommysparker @justasmisunderstoodasloki @quaksonhehe @call-me-baby-gir1 @itstaskeen @theonly1outof-a-billion @lost-in-the-stars03 @justafangirlduh @piscesparker @speedymaximoff @miraclesoflove @lexirv @blairscott @getbywithasmile @pqrkerr @lavender-writer @blackbat2020 @hoodpankow
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moving-accounts-uwu · 4 years
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Right Where You Were Meant To Be (Bucky x Plus-size!Reader)
Fandom: Marvel 
Characters: Bucky x Plus-size!reader
Warnings: Fluff, hurt/comfort, body-shaming
Story type: One-shot
Word count: 2.7k words 
Summary: Reader has a crush on Bucky the second she looked at him but she also has feelings of self-consciousness about her body and doubts she’d ever end up with Bucky or any guy like Bucky. That all changes one night at one of Tony’s parties.
(A/N: This is a cute little one-shot idea I had and just wanted to write out. I feel there aren’t many plus-size!reader stories so I wanted to make my own. I’m a chubby girl and felt like I needed some love, lmao. Any mistakes I take responsibility for, this story wasn’t beta read, so I apologize for any mistakes. I hope you enjoy nonetheless!!! Also, the gif isn’t mine, but he just looks so precious <3)
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It all started when you looked at him for the first time. He had just moved into the Tower, and you had just gotten the job as Tony's new assistant since Pepper had become CEO of Stark Industries. Because you worked in an environment with superheroes who were very fit and healthy, you had become self-conscious of yourself; whether it would be what you wore, the things you ate, or just how your body looked in general. 
Being a bigger girl, it often took a toll on your mental health when you would notice the glances, the whispering, the judgmental stares, and how shopping for clothes in your size was difficult, and it made you feel like you had to lose weight to fit in and belong. You felt alone and isolated. 
You didn't have any friends; you didn't even talk to many of your co-workers, and just kept to yourself a majority of the time. When Bucky moved in, you noticed he did the same. He didn't speak much to the rest of the team, he mostly stayed in his room, and only hung around Steve. Bucky was very fit, and his muscular body showed it whenever he wore tight-fitted clothing. You would never wear tight-fitted clothing for fear of having your plumpness accentuated.
After five months working for Tony and having a more friendly relationship with the rest of the team, you had built a few close bonds with some of the heroes. Wanda and Natasha were your closest girlfriends and would regularly have 'Lady's Nights' every Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays. Tony, Clint, Sam, and Steve were like your older brothers and would look out for you. 
You and Steve made it a routine to do small exercise and yoga in the afternoons just after 4 o'clock. How this all started was because you wanted to accomplish small goals for yourself, as Sam told you to do to help with your mental health.
"Steve," You called out as you stepped into the Tower's gym, the one place you knew where to find Steve if he wasn't in the common room.
"Oh, hey (Y/N)! What's up?" Steve turned to face you as he held the punching bag still while he watched you walk closer to him, noticing you fidgeting with your fingers nervously.
"I just... I wanted to start doing light exercises, you know, to boost my endorphins, and so I have something to do in the afternoons when I've finished with work." It wasn't a complete lie, but it just sugar-coated the fact that you just wanted to lose weight to gain confidence in yourself.
Steve had agreed to help you; he wouldn't push you too much either because he didn't want you to strain anything and not push you out of your comfort zone too much. Both of you would exercise for an hour each day in the afternoons. This routine had been going on for six weeks, and you were enjoying it. You felt better about yourself each week when you would check your progress and write down how much you lost during the week; you were more confident than you were all those weeks ago before asking Steve for help.
During one of those afternoon exercises, you and Steve were both in the Adho Mukha pose with Steve wearing his usual tight t-shirt that you swore was a size too small, and shorts while you wore a loose, black tank top, and tight-fitted leggings that complemented the shape of your plump ass. You were so in the zone that you hadn't heard the gym doors open and the sound of footsteps coming closer to you. Bucky stood behind you and Steve, him getting an eyeful of your butt while he cleared his throat to catch his best friend's attention. 
"Hey, Bucky! I didn't notice you were there. (Y/N) and I were doing some yoga, would you like to join us?" 
You. Were. Mortified. You quickly stood up beside Steve and looked down at your feet, trying to avoid looking at Bucky after having your ass practically in his face. 
"Uh, I kinda have to get ready for 'Girl's Night' tonight, but I think Bucky can keep you company." You nervously spoke, having your words jumble out quickly due to your inner-embarrassment. "I'll see you later, Steve!"
You bolted out of the gym as fast as your legs could go and made it up into your room without another incident. When you flopped onto your bed, you let out a loud, exhausted sigh before closing your eyes shut tightly. 'Why did I have to act like a nervous wreck? You didn't even let him talk for Christ's sake!' After beating yourself up over the little incident, you started to get ready for 'Girl's Night' with Nat and Wanda. 
It was two hours into 'Girl's Night' and you, Nat and Wanda had, at least, drank four glasses of Kraken Rum and about three shots of Vodka. You were more relaxed and carefree, enjoying your time with your best friends while gossiping about an episode of Criminal Minds you all saw the other day together. 
"Not gonna lie, I would love to have a man like Morgan. Have you seen his muscles? And how he kicks down doors like a badass?" You gushed.
"That is true, and I fully believe Morgan and Garcia should be together. They have chemistry and look so cute!" Wanda loved her Morgan and Garcia ship. 
"Eh, I like to have a super cute genius but that's just my opinion" Nat took a sip of her fruity vodka drink while shrugging her shoulders.
"Of course you would, you're with Bruce and that's a little bias, Nat." You gently shoved your red-haired friend playfully. 
You and Wanda giggled like school girls when Natasha scoffed before she pointed an accusing finger at you.
"Well, says you, (Y/N)! You practically drool whenever you see Barnes."
That shut you up quickly. 'How does she know?! Play it off'
"That's very funny Nat, but I don't know what you mean."
"Don't bullshit me, (Y/N). I've seen the way your cheeks get all pink and how your eyes are glued to him whenever he walks by. You're so smitten it's grossly cute." Then Wanda turned to you with a small smirk on her face.
"Maybe you should ask him to work out with you and Steve!"
Flashbacks of your embarrassment earlier that day made your face go pale. 'Absolutely not'. You shook your head furiously, staring at your two friends with fear. There was no way you'd have the guts to do such a thing, not after how you acted around him before. Plus, you didn't want him to look at you with disgust when he looks at you working out. You shake off all the negative thoughts before finishing off your last bits of rum.
"I think I'm going to head off to bed now, gotta wake up early tomorrow. Tony wants me to help him organize and plan a gala party to celebrate his newest project. And when I say to 'help him' I mean I'll be doing most of the work while he hides away in his lab with Bruce." You said before walking off and waving the girls goodbye.
2 weeks later...
You had most of the gala planned out. You had booked a cute catering company to organize some food dishes for everyone and even hired a group of people to decorate one of the large common rooms that would fit all the guests on Tony's guest-list. You had even bought a cute new dress to wear for the party. The party was starting that night at 7:30 and you would hopefully get everything done while having an hour and a half to spare to get ready. 
When the decorating and planning finished, you quickly made your way to your room and got showered and changed. You stood in front of your mirror for quite some time, nitpicking every flaw you could see, judging your appearance because you knew how the other women at the party were going to look flawless and have every man swooping in for them. A sudden knock on your door snapped you out of your negative thoughts.
"(Y/n), you ready?" Wanda's voice called from the other side.
"Y-yeah! I'm coming now." You dashed for the door to get away from the mirror so you can't put yourself down even more. Once opening the door, Wanda linked your arm with hers, and both of you walked toward the elevator. 
Telling FRIDAY which floor, you both arrived just as a few of the guests were mingling around; drinking, eating, and chatting. You glanced around, hoping to see the familiar faces of your friends, spotting Sam, Nat, and Clint near the bar where Natasha was serving the drinks. Tony was standing next to Pepper and being an absolute flirt as always while Steve and Bucky were standing near a corner with drinks in hand. Before you could make your way over to the bar, Wanda told you to wait where you were while she goes to quickly touch up her make-up, disappearing before you could say a word. You stood there awkwardly and looked around, making sure everything was going swimmingly until you felt a presence behind you. A tap on your confirmed that someone was indeed behind you.
You turned around to see a group of two slender women and three muscular men staring at you with smug and cocky smiles on their faces.
"Can we get some more drinks? And make them with a little more alcohol this time." One of the men quirked an eyebrow, waiting for you to scurry off to grab their drinks.
"I'm sorry, but I'm not part of catering. I'm-"
"You certainly look it though, I mean, you're not dressed like you're here as a guest. The dress you're wearing looks like the other catering staff." A woman spat, her eyes narrowed at you. You started to feel self-conscious about your outfit now, realizing the color-scheme looked very similar to the catering staff.
"Plus, the dress isn't that flattering for your body hun. We can practically see your muffin top and panty lines with how tight that dress is on you." The other woman commented while she leaned to the side to glance at more of your plush figure.
A stinging sensation began to appear behind your eyes, feelings of doubt, and an anxiety attack began to make themselves known. So looked away from the group and quickly made for the elevator, shooting Wanda a quick text saying you weren't feeling too well. 'How stupid of me to think I even looked good or that I could fit in at the party.' By the time the elevator doors reached your floor and the doors opened, hot tears were falling down your cheeks as you tried to furiously wipe them away with zero results. The tears kept flowing down as you began to walk down the hallway to your room; quiet footsteps barely making noise as they followed you. Just as your hand settled on the door handle, a warm hand clasped onto your shoulder gently. With a yelp, you spun around with a jump to look at your "attacker", only to find a pair of stormy blue eyes staring at your teary eyes intensely. 
Bucky's eyes held hints of concern and worry, but it was hard to see because he was good at hiding his emotions, and the fact that your eyes were blurry from crying.
"You okay, (Y/n)? I saw you leave the party quickly and noticed how fast your breathing was." Bucky had to look down at you because he was so tall, or was it because you were just very short?
"I'm fine, Bucky. I just don't do well in crowded places or with so many strangers. I got a bit overwhelmed but it's fine now." You weakly smiled but he could see right through it, he always did.
"You had a panic attack after speaking to a group of people, and judging by the looks they gave you while talking to them, I can only believe it wasn't a pleasant conversation." Bucky then brought both his flesh and metal hands to cup your face while he peered into your eyes more. "Tell me what happened, doll." 
You sighed, you knew he wasn't going to let this go. Even though you both barely spoke to each other, he still cared for you like the both of you knew each other for years. Something about his calm voice and caring nature helped your nerves settle.
"They thought I was part of catering and asked if I could get them more drinks. I told them I wasn't catering, only for them to make snarky comments about my outfit and body. But it's fine, I'm used to having those comments made to me, I've dealt with those types of people all my life." Your hands gently held his and tried to move them away from your face but Bucky didn't budge. 
"You don't believe them, right? I mean, I think the dress looks good on you. It shows off your curves and any man who doesn't get blown away is blind."
You gave a humorless laugh and shook your head at Bucky, looking down at the floor.
"You're just saying that to be nice to me, Buck. We both know girls like me don't belong in a place like this, or a party like that. You can go back to the party, I don't want to waste more of your time." You went to turn away when Bucky held your upper arms tightly.
"Not a chance, doll. I'm not a fan of crowds myself and was about to leave the party myself until I saw you run away. I'd rather spend my time with you and making sure you don't ever think that you don't belong."
You both stared at each other for a few seconds, his stare was intense with adoration and love while you stared at him in shock that he'd want to spend time with you. Before you could blink, Bucky leaned down and you felt his soft lips on yours, his arms wrapping around you and caging you into a warm and gentle embrace. Your hands rested onto his firm chest while his hands rested on your lower back, just above your butt. At first, you were in shock but then you gave in to the kiss and snaked your arms around his neck, your fingers embedded into his long hair. 
The kiss was full of passion, and so much love that you didn't think it was possible. When the need for air was too much, you both separated and looked into each other's eyes once again.
"H-how? Why me? We barely know each other!"
"Because, (Y/n), I've been smitten for you since I first laid eyes on you but didn't have the guts to tell you. Steve's been a punk and trying to get me to join your work out sessions for weeks but I was too nervous to do it." Bucky's cheeks tinted red as he chuckled.
"And why's that? I was scared that if saw me working out, that you'd be grossed out by my body." You explained, chewing on your bottom lip.
"I could never be grossed out, sweetheart. I love a woman with curves and plumpness to her. I was nervous that if I watched you work out, I would try to make a move on you too fast and scare you away. I didn't want that to happen." Bucky grabbed your chin and leaned in again, his lips almost touching yours. "And you looked downright sexy in those tights, they shape your ass well."
You gasped and lightly smacked his shoulder while he smirked at you. His playfulness coming through. You made the first move this time and got onto your tippy toes to kiss him. This is was quicker than the first but still held the same emotions. With so much strength you underestimated he had, Bucky lifted you up, your legs wrapped around his waist as he opened your door and carried you over to your bedroom. Both of you watched a bunch of movies in your room; many kisses were shared before you both passed out, cuddled up under your fluffy blankets, safe in Bucky's arms. Right where you were meant to be all along.
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roguerogerss · 4 years
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Hi babe! I saw you wanted some requests so here I am! Could you do a Bucky x reader where the reader has secret telekinesis abilities (or whatever Wanda can do lmao) and is forced to use them on a mission. Bucky is just in shock bc his secret crush is a even more of a badass, so when he compliments her powers, she gets flustered and disagrees bc they’re dangerous, so Bucky helps her see the beauty in them? Tysm ❤️❤️
His Girl
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Reader
W/C: 3.9k (eek sorry!)
Warnings: Language (??), that's literally it.
(A/N: This one got away from me a little and I wrote wayyy more than anticipated. I hope u like it though? Idk. I had so much fun with this request, thank u sm bb! Praying that someone reads this, even though it's a whole ass novel.)
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"Bucky, where are you? We have a minute and eight seconds until this place blows."
Y/N was worried, and, upon hearing her frantic voice in his intercoms, Bucky was too. He was aware that he didn't have long until the bomb detonated, but unaware of just how short that amount of time was. He was caught up in a fight, one that was frustrating in the way that he couldn't shake this guy. "Yeah, be there in five?"
He was being sarcastic, he must've been being sarcastic, Y/N shook her head and pressed her fingers to her temples, agitated. "Five what? Five seconds? Minutes? Bucky, I have to ask, are you insane?"
She seemed angry - no, she was most definitely angry - and Bucky silently cursed himself and allowed the Hydra agent to get a hit in, he thought he probably deserved it. "Look, I'll get out. Is there anything you guys can do to buy me some more time?"
Tony had chimed in by this point, telling Bucky that he was 'fucking crazy', ranting and raving to the heavens above about how the entire motive had been messed up and they might as well have stayed home. Y/N knew that she could help him, but that would mean using them - she didn't like to call them by the name that most would use - and she wasn't sure if it was really worth the risk. Bucky would get out, right? He'd work something out.
But time was ticking on, fifty-nine seconds now, and she was unsure of just how right that assumption was. She wasn't even entirely sure that she still had her powers, since she'd avoided using them or telling anyone that they existed since she'd escaped from the grasp of Hydra. Even as she doubted her abilities, she found herself rising from her seat behind the control panels of the Quinjet, next to Steve, and sprinting to the exit to the aircraft.
"Y/N, where are you going?" Steve asked, getting up and following her. The rest of the team were staring now, Natasha and Tony also standing from their places and looking expectantly in Y/N's direction.
"I have something that'll help. Something that you guys don't know about." She said sheepishly, slamming her palm down on the button that opened the exit hatch. "Don't worry, I've got this."
Even though she was promising her friends that everything would be okay, they seemingly didn't believe her, as all five of the other Avengers on the ship - Tony, Nat, Steve, Sam and Thor - followed her out onto the streets of Bucharest, where the public was in awe at the huge, futuristic ship that was sat in the middle of a narrow, cobbled street. Natasha had told them to go home, she'd made the best effort she could to make sure that everyone was safe. However, no one had listened, and so she desperately ushered them away from the place that she knew would soon be rubble, while Y/N ran in search for Bucky.
They had what they'd came for, but that didn't mean that there were no Hydra agents willing to get into altercations with the team. Thor and Steve were frantically fighting off a pack of them, while Tony and Sam helped Y/N, hopefully getting a better view of the streets and where Bucky might be. "Hey, Y/N, I got him. Turn right, next street over. You'll see him." Sam spoke into the intercoms. Y/N thanked him, hurrying off in search of the super-soldier to whom she'd taken more than a liking to over the few months that he'd been fighting with them.
"Buck, I'm on my way, you better be ready to get the fuck out of here." Bucky's eyebrows furrowed as he wondered why Y/N, of all people, was the one who was coming to save him. He had to admit, he was more embarrassed than anything else, needing the help of the one girl who he'd felt anything for in seventy years. But he tried to brush it off, mostly because he had to focus on not letting a Hydra agent rip his arm off, and answered her.
"What are you gonna do? If I can't fight him off, no offence, but what makes you think you'll be able to?" Bucky sounded breathless, and she could hear the obvious sounds of strain and struggle as he continued to tussle with the agent. Y/N took a deep breath and turned the corner, close enough to hear the ominous beeping of the explosive device that a Hydra agent had planted there in hopes of causing harm to one of the Avengers.
"You know what, maybe don't question it. I have my own doubts, but it certainly doesn't help that you have them too."
The agent, who was currently deep in a brawl with Bucky, noticed Y/N, but all that she was able to think about was the amount of time that was left on the clock. She asked FRIDAY, and a rush of adrenaline and fear coursed through her when she realised that they weren't going to get out in time.
Ten, nine, eight, seven,
Y/N drew her gun and shot the Hydra agent, not missing as usual, and Bucky snorted. "Couldn't have done that earlier?"
Four, three, two,
She knew that this was it. It was either expose the world to her powers, probably be deemed as a weapon and certainly become even more wanted by Hydra, or die, and let her friends die too. She took a deep breath and felt the horribly familiar surge of - what was it, electricity? She wasn't actually sure - coursing through her body, and watched as Bucky ogled at the purple wisps of magic that extended from her hands and the way that her irises seemed to ignite.
One.
Bucky ducked and shielded his face, but looked up again when he didn't hear, nor feel anything that would signal an explosion had happened. Y/N had it under control, holding the bomb together with just her fingertips. She'd thought that it wouldn't happen, that her abilities would've simply subsided into nothingness due to being unused for so long, but she was wrong. She'd done it, and there was no going back now.
And then? The small explosion turned huge, and lurched forwards, setting a civilian apartment building completely alight. Y/N stood, watching, mouth wide open and quite unable to understand the circumstances of what the hell just happened. Bucky was at her side, a hand on her shoulder as he, too, watched the destruction take place. The rest of the team had rushed straight there, each one of them with hands over agape mouths while Steve called for Fire and Rescue and Tony wondered aloud, 'What the fuck is going on?'
Y/N found herself on her knees. She could see and hear Bucky in front of her, worry in his eyes as a few tears dripped from her chin onto her chest, but she didn't have it in her to decipher what his words meant, they all just sounded muffled and like he was speaking a language that she didn't understand.
She didn't know what she'd done, how bad it was, but she could hear the screams of the residents of the building, she could feel them vibrating through her body and ringing in her ears, and that was enough to convince her that her enhancements truly were the worst thing about her, that she really was the weapon that Hydra had deliberately mutated her to be.
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It had been hours. How many, Y/N was unsure, but a considerable amount of time had passed since they'd gotten home. The flight back from Bucharest had consisted of Y/N locking herself in a cabin, and the rest of the people on the Quinjet taking it in turns to try to speak to her, to try to understand.
No one, apart from Bucky, (who only had a vague idea), knew what had happened. There wasn't a single person on the jet who could fully understand it, Y/N included.
She was now sat on a sofa in the lounge, chewing off parts of her nails while everyone murmured and tiptoed around her. Tony was speaking quickly on the phone and glancing at her every couple of seconds, Steve was pacing back and forth along the length of the room.
Y/N wondered for a minute what would happen. Would she be arrested? Would something like the accords happen again? Was she about to become the cause of another civil war? Would Tony disown her? Send her back to Hydra? She didn't know. She didn't think she wanted to know.
Wanda and Natasha had come to comfort Y/N at first, sat with her and braided her hair like they did often, and it was nice to think that Wanda knew exactly what she was going through.
However, she'd told them that she wanted to be alone, and they'd dispersed and were sitting quietly in two separate armchairs, watching a movie with Sam. The truth was, she didn't really want to be alone. She wanted Bucky. She didn't quite know why, but she'd always felt calm around him, which was one of the reasons why she'd taken such a shine to him, and she made it very clear to herself that she was at least a little bit in love with Bucky, in a way that was less platonic and more romantic.
She couldn't lie and say that she was happy with the way that he'd handled things, though. As soon as the jet landed, he mumbled something about taking a shower and hurried off to his room, like he couldn't stand to be around her for any longer, like he was afraid of her.
And, honestly? She wouldn't be surprised if he was.
The truth, of course, wasn't that Bucky didn't want to see her, it wasn't that he was afraid of her, it was that she was evidently upset. It was tearing him apart to have to see her like that. He felt like he was obligated to be alone to think about what had happened, because he knew that - realistically - it was his fault that she'd had to use her powers. He'd been caught up in a fight, the bomb that had been planted was seconds away from detonating, she had to do something. Of course, he had no idea that something was going to be exposing hidden telekinetic abilities to the world, but close enough, right?
"I just got off the phone with a higher up." Tony stood in the middle of the lounge, everyone looking at him as he began his speech. "Everything's gonna be fine. Just, maybe don't turn on the news for a couple days, Y/N doesn't need to see that."
"Don't act like I'm a kid, please." Y/N spoke up, making it clear that she was annoyed by the fact that everyone was seemingly ignoring that it was her who had done this. "I did this, Tony. I want to know how much damage I caused."
Tony pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, shaking his head at her. "No, this is not the time to get all Steve-y on me, okay? You don't need to see it, you don't need to know, so you're not going to. Is that clear to you?"
"Mistakes happen, Y/N. It's not your fault." Steve said from where he was standing, next to the breakfast bar. "What matters is that you tell us what actually happened at some point."
"So, what I'm going to take from that, is that it's bad." She turned from Steve, back to Tony. "I'm not weak, I can deal with what I did, Tony."
Tony snapped, the stress of the situation and the argument from his daughter-figure becoming too much for him to handle, "Goddamn it, Y/N, you really wanna know what you did? Let's see, first of all, you used whatever powers you have, something that you clearly knew about but warned no one of. Second of all, you essentially bombed an apartment building in a poor part of Romania, you literally took from the poor. And now what? Fifty-five people are dead, kids have been left without parents, and that's on my back. Plus, you're being publicly deemed as a weapon until they figure out what's really going on there. So, do tell us, what is really going on there?"
"Tony. Stop." Wanda said, but Y/N was already halfway out of the room, with Tony realising that he probably shouldn't have said what he did and following after her.
"Y/N, hey, I'm sorry, okay?" Tony called, but she wasn't listening. She got in the elevator and left Tony alone in the hallway without a word, tears threatening to spill from her eyes the whole time.
And then, finally, they did. When the doors of the elevator closed, when she could no longer hear Tony's voice, when she was alone, oh they did. She found herself on the floor, face cradled in her hands - the same hands that killed fifty-five people just hours before - and there were tears falling from her eyes, past her chin, soaking her black catsuit.
She felt empty, like her body was a shell and she was simply there, watching herself fall apart. It was a kind of guilt, one that ate at her from the inside and seared through every nerve, every part of her, until she could think of doing nothing but curling up and ceasing to exist. She wanted to yell, scream, punch something, run. Anything that would distract her from how she felt. She wanted to sleep for a week, maybe two, forget about everything and ignore her responsibilities until it hurt less. Most importantly, however, she wanted Bucky. She wanted now more than ever to be his girl. For him to lay with her and tangle his fingers in her hair and whisper sweet things in her ear until the bad things in the world simply melted away.
The elevator dinged and the doors opened, but Y/N didn't get up, not until FRIDAY asked if she wanted to go to another floor. When she did, however, she found herself taking the wrong turn, to the left instead of to the right, and walking away from her room instead of towards it. Without thinking, she'd already opened the door to Bucky's room, where he was reclined lazily on his bed, a pair of sweatpants on and nothing else, focused on the ceiling.
He furrowed his eyebrows at her when she gave him a tiny little smile, but sighed when he noticed the remnants of her somewhat breakdown on her face. Bucky held his arms open, "Hey, c'mere."
She stepped into his embrace, tears finding their way onto her face again, and let him caress her back and play with her hair until the crying stopped. When Bucky held her, everything felt different, like she could put things into perspective and understand that maybe it wasn't all her fault. "Look, I know you think that this is the end of the world. I know it's scary, but Wanda learned how to use her powers for good. You can do the same." Bucky's attempt at comforting Y/N wasn't exactly superlative, but she knew that he was trying.
"I'm a weapon, Buck." She pulled away from him and sat on the end of the bed, wanting to cry and clawing at the sleeves of her suit in an essay to calm herself down. "That's how Tony worded it, anyway. I shouldn't have used them."
Bucky knew that his next question was stupid, that he probably shouldn't have asked it, but his curiosity had gotten the better of him and he was speaking before properly thinking over the consequences. "How did you get them?" He reached out for her hand and she let him hold it, getting a rush of exhilaration from the affectionate gesture.
Bucky wasn't usually one for showing how he felt, much less for saying it out loud or doing anything to communicate his feelings, and he wasn't quite sure why he had had a sudden change of heart and almost wanted her to know that he liked her, that, really, he would do anything for her. She didn't meet his eye as she began her explanation. "Well, before Tony found me, I worked for Hydra. Actually, less worked for them and more became their personal lab rat. They did a lot of experiments on me, tortured me, really, made me more destructive than any enemy organisation would know how to handle. And then, I escaped. And here I am, talking to you."
She gave him a sad little smile, one that he would swear had broken him. "I'm sorry." It was a lame excuse for comfort, really it was, but he racked his brain once, twice, and couldn't for the life of him find the right words to say.
"Don't be." Y/N shifted in her place, gaze on her hands which were clasped in her lap. It was quiet and Bucky wished that he knew what to say to her, that he could think of something that would make her feel less alone or soothe her in some way. A minute went by, two minutes, three minutes. The silence might've been comfortable between the pair, but it was certainly uncomfortable between Y/N and her own thoughts. "I should go." She said, standing from her place on the bed without looking in Bucky's direction once.
He knew that he had to say something, anything that would make her stay. The thought of her alone in her room was heartbreaking to him. He grabbed her wrist before she could take any more than a few steps towards the door and she looked down at him, lips slightly parted and one eyebrow raised in a silent question. "You're not a weapon. Sure, Stark said that, whatever, the guy's an asshole. But you're not a weapon, Y/N."
She gave a little humourless laugh, blowing a puff of air out of her nose. "The government apparently seem to think so."
Bucky smiled at her and said, "Fuck the government."
"Oh, so you're an anarchist now? Classy." Y/N sat back down and Bucky's heart felt like it was doing summersaults in his chest, all fluttery. She was smiling, he had made her smile, and it was genuine. As far as he was concerned, nothing else really mattered.
"You know what I mean."
"I don't, actually."
Bucky sighed and cocked an eyebrow at her, eliciting a laugh from her lips. "You're really going to make me explain myself, huh?" He joked. "Look, You're not a weapon to me. I think you're a badass, actually." She snorted.
"Bucky, I killed a lot of people."
"So have I." Bucky's tongue darted out to wet his lips as he placed a tender hand on her thigh. "You don't see me as the bad guy. You never have, actually. What I'm trying to say, is that all of us have done bad things. Made mistakes, lost control, that doesn't make us bad people."
"I feel like a bad person." Y/N had her eyes trained on Bucky's face, bottom lip held tightly between her teeth as she tried to avoid letting herself word-vomit about everything that she was feeling at that moment. His hand squeezed her thigh gently, and she let out an embarrassing and involuntary gasp that made her cheeks turn bright red.
"Don't. Y/N, I know it's cheesy as hell, but you did it to save my life, right?" Y/N nodded slowly, "So how does that make you a bad person?"
"You're grasping at strings, here."
“What can I say that'll make you feel better?"
Y/N knew what she wanted to hear, that he liked her as more than a friend, that he wanted to be with her like she wanted to be with him, that her fantasies weren't just fantasies, that he really did love her. But she couldn't say that. God, of course she couldn't say that. So, instead, she simply shrugged.
Bucky knew what he wanted to say to her, that he liked her as more than a friend, wanted her to be with him, of course he loved her. He couldn't drop all of that on her when all she'd given was a shrug, right? Wrong, apparently, because the words spilled from his mouth anyways, like he couldn't control himself.
And really, he couldn't. But he figured that she already knew that.
“I love you." He spluttered, and her eyes widened in shock. "Okay? God, I love you. And what you did today? Made me love you even more. I know you probably don't want to hear this, you don't want me to ruin our friendship, and I get it, I do. But, right now, all I wanna do is protect you, and let you know that you're really not the monster that you think you are."
She stayed silent. What could she say? Her head was swimming with ideas, but none of them really seemed fit. She thought that, if this day ever came, if somehow it came down to confessing her feelings for him, she'd know exactly what to say.
She really couldn't have been more wrong.
So, instead of speaking, she found herself simply staring at Bucky, into his eyes. Had he moved closer? Had she? Either way, their noses were soon bumping together and he was searching her face for any sign of disapproval, one that wasn't there, and so he kissed her.
She felt dizzy, lightheaded, like she couldn't quite figure out where her body ended and Bucky's began, and she didn't think she really wanted to. Lips on lips, his hand on her waist and hers roaming his hair, it felt like heaven.
She was on a high, he was too, and the comedown was breathless and just as euphoric as the real thing. "I love you too." Y/N said.
Bucky couldn't help the plainly stupid, goofy grin that had spread across his face. Did he look like an idiot? Unequivocally. Did he care? Maybe, but that wasn't the point.
"I should get back to my room." Y/N said quietly, a small smile on her lips. "Thanks for...uh, the talk."
Bucky laughed and let her get up, walk to the door and open it while he watched in a daze, and then he stopped her. "Let me walk you."
"I can handle myself."
"Oh, I know, sweetheart. But I'm not entirely sure that you should."
Really, she was already his girl. She always had been.
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gagmebucky · 4 years
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a little out of my depth on this one. don’t be too harsh! 😅
anonymous asked: pls dont shame me for this lmao 🥺 but could you write something about bucky masturbating with the reader’s panties? like he found them on her floor or something and he took them and jerked himself off with them and nutted into them oof 🥴 imma pass out
[neighbor!bucky. masturbation. doll.]
But he’s fueled by the euphoria tunneling into his very being by working your silk up and down his cock, clinched like a vice with corkscrewing motions; he’s fueled by the knowledge that hours before this, you’d been laid up in that luscious bed, legs spread, a dainty hand shoved between them—his name probably on your lips as you rubbed your fingertips against your cloth-clad clit until you doused it with your sticky essence. 
in which you drive bucky to do something he ever thought he would. (includes neighbor!bucky, bucky’s pov, dirty talk via reader, masturbation.)
do not repost.
Bucky Barnes doesn’t do cat and mouse. Because, at the end of the day, he’s a wolf and catching a lamb is a mere matter of flashing his teeth. 
There’s no need to chase because his charm is effortless. Dames are already lining up, begging him to take them to bed, so he’s never believed in needlessly pursuing another. To some guys, it’s a sport, a way to boost their ego, but to him, it’s a waste of time and he isn’t that insecure. 
Until now. Until you moved in next door with your seductive looks, enthralling smile and cheeky remarks. There’s too much about you to pinpoint one specific aspect that draws him in like a ship into a storm. 
Maybe it’s because when he flashed you his baby blues and rumbled your name with a naturally husky edge and laid a surefire pickup line on you but you just laughed and shook your head. Maybe it’s because he sees you everyday, getting your mail, lounging by the pool, or purposely changing in the window across from his and a figure that sexy is driving him mad. Maybe it’s because he watches the way you bewitch and throw away your many suitors in the same manner he does.
All he knows is that he wants you. On your knees, on your back, on top of him. And while he’s never had to try before, he’s positive you’ll fall like the rest. In no time, he’ll utter a few filthy litanies that’ll have your head spinning and your panties dropping. 
That’s what he decides on a particular Saturday night when the speakers from your place vibrate over to his. It’s low enough that he can ignore it, but it’s loud enough that it’s not weird that it coins his attention. So fuck the former because he’s a man on a mission, and he refuses to fail. 
Once he’s checked his stubbled jaw and half-hearted chocolate brown bouffant looks in the mirror, he throws something expensive and stylish on before he strides on over with determination ladening his combat boot-clad steps. 
The stars are outshines by the extravagance of your little shindig. Your two-story is lit up completely, in both lights and populace. People are filtering in and out through your opened front door, laughing and smiling with the faint scent of liquor lingering in the air. 
Women and the occasional guy pay him greedy glances, too intoxicated to give a damn about how obvious they’re being. Other than a cocky tilt of his lips, he gives the vaguely familiar faces no recognition. His mind is on one thing—you—and there’s a flurry of tactics he’s considering to reel you in with. 
He weaves through the throng and locates your kitchen where the drinks are being handed out. Not by you, but a girl he remembers you’re pretty close to, and she blushes every time she sees him. And right now is no different. 
Her cheeks burn red as he’s next in line. “H - hi, Bucky,” she breathes and nervously tucks a stray of hair behind her ear. “What would you like? There’s wine coolers, beer, vodka. . .” her voice trails off when she looks behind him, giving a nod before wordlessly scurrying off.
“Crashing my house party, Barnes?” your musically simpering voice calls and turns him around; greeting him is the sight of your alluring form adorned in a short dress. You click your tongue in a tsk and shake your head disapprovingly. “Not very neighborly of you.” 
“Not inviting me to your house party? Not very neighborly of you, doll,” he retorts smoothly, the riposte matching your tone’s fluctuation while his eyes drink you in. The satin wrapped around your skin is cut low, giving him an eyeful of your décolletage, and it stops at the middle of your thighs; suddenly he’s aware how easy it would be to do away with the flimsy fabric.
You fail to suppress a smile. “Considering you fucked most of the guests here, I thought it’d be bad taste.” 
His eyebrow lifts, and he casts a glance around to acknowledge he had, indeed, fucked most of your friends. “Haven’t fucked them all.” He shrugs and regards you with a confident half-smirk, adding, “Not yet, anyway.”
You titter and fold your arms, inadvertently jiggling your breasts in the process. “In your dreams.” 
He licks his bottom lip and shamelessly admits, “I do dream about you, doll. A lot, actually.” Stepping forward, he crowds you against the wall. He flashes his teeth as he stares you down. “Under me, begging and moaning my name, wrapped around my cock while I pound your little pussy drippin’ full of me.”
For a moment, you‘re stunned, and he knows his words have you throbbing—the look on your face is familiar, one he‘s invoked within woman after woman. Your breathing hitches, and your eyes dilate with unmistakable desire. “Y - you wish,” you finally say in a lame attempt to laugh it off and push past him. 
He catches you by the wrist, his fingers dwarfing your tiny limb, and tugs you gently in place so your back is flush against the upright surface once more. This time, both of his hands splay at the spaces between your shoulder and head, cornering you with only an inch separating your bodies. 
“Yeah,” he agrees because he does—his advances are proof of that—and he’s not afraid to own up to it. “But you do, too. You want me every bit as much as I do you.” His eyes drag over your body slow and deliberate as if he can see through your very soul. “It’s obvious. The way you look at me, how your nipples are always hard, when you squeeze your thighs together and think you’re being subtle. You aren’t.” His nose almost touches yours. “Just stop it with the charade and admit that you want me, and I’ll fuck you until you’re crying and can’t stop cumming around my cock.” 
You’re wavering. A battle rages in your narrowed irises, mouth slightly ajar like you’re trying to form a response. It takes a minute—going over the reason for your nonsensical resistance and debating the necessity of it all—but you figure one out, and he doesn’t know where the composture comes from when it grips you. 
Your lashes flutter against your cheekbones, and you breathe a strong, “No.” Tables turned, he falters backward somewhat in astonishment, but on that same exhale, you confess, “I do want you. I want you in every way under the sun. I think about it constantly. What your hands would feel like on me instead of mine. . . if it were your fingers rubbing me to an orgasm instead of my own, or knuckle deep inside me. If I’d be able to take two of your thick fingers, or if I’d be too tight.” 
Each word hits him like a punch in the gut; the sentences ooze wanton honesty, syllables drawn like honey, spoken to fan against his lips tantalizingly. Gaze transfixed on him, he can see the kaleidoscope of sinful fantasies flitting through your mind. He’s sure you can see the feral flame igniting within his. 
Of course, you don’t stop. “I think about how’d you cock looks. . . feels, buried inside me, or fucking my throat. I think about how’d I’d want you to take pictures so I can see my cheeks stuffed, eyes glossy, lips wet with spit and your cum,” you say so simply one might assume you’re talking about the weather. “Most of all, I think about how I know that once you start, I won’t want you to stop even when I tell you to. I’d want you to keep going until I physically can’t, until the only thing I have to ability to do is seize up around your cock, again and again.” 
Your voice has taken on a libertine rasp, translating into a sound that sends a shiver down his spine as you toss your head back and laugh. “God,” you whisper before pushing to your tippy toes, in tandem with fisting his shirt, to speak into his ear. “You should see the amount of panties I’ve ruined because of you. Really high end ones no good ‘cause I’m soaked thinkin’ about what you’d do to me if you got the chance—if I gave you one. Matter of fact, soaked one just this morning thinking about you. It’s why I’m not wearing any right now.” 
Adrenaline and raw hunger flood his veins rushes to his dick. His heart thumps like a jungle drum while concupiscence roars demandingly between his ears; air expels harshly through his nostrils like a bull before charging. He follows the instinct but you dart out of reach knowingly. 
“But no.” You smirk, several feet away now, preening at the way he palms himself uncomfortably through his jeans, and how his jaw ticks. “Those are just fantasies. You won’t ever get to learn what I sound like in the throes of an orgasm, James. I don’t care if I have to abuse every sex toy I have but I am not fucking you. So I suggest you pick someone else around here to be another notch on your belt and fix that—” You nod to the swelled bulge straining against denim, and you declare, “—cause it won’t be me.” 
Without so much as a goodbye, you disappear into the mass of grinding bodies, leaving him painfully hard and alone. 
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He can’t get it out of his head. He can’t get you out of his head. An hour later, and your encounter throbs at the base of his skull in unison with an erection. Every line, the tone and the twinkle in your eyes as you said them play like a mantra but instead of calming him down, it only drives him further insane. 
There’s been plenty of interests thrown his way, offers to “help” him with his not-so-little problem caged in his pants, and as tempting as they are, he can’t bring himself to. It’s pathetic, and he nearly punched a wall because seriously when did he become the type of person who’s spurred on by rejection—bittersweet rejection, as yours was. 
That speech, laced with provocation though it was, should’ve been it. Right? He should’ve left, and his dick should be flaccid, and your face, name and existence should never cross his mind again. Yet, here he is, locked in your upstairs bathroom, (because there’s a line otherwise, and he ignored the sign saying do not cross in front of the stairs), unsuccessfully trying to jacking himself off. 
“Fuck!” he just about snarls as his body refuses to give him relief. His third try, and he’s still hard as a rock. Being wound up is only making it worse but he can’t help it; you’re just as teasing in his mind as you are in real life. “Fuck it.” 
He tucks himself in perfunctorily, shirt ruffled and button and zipper undone, and swings the door open haphazardly. He’s gonna fuck one of your friends and pretend it’s you—that it’s you who’s finally given in to let him play as pleases. And he’ll give his best performance, pull out all the stops so she’ll rave to you in the morning. 
That brings a faint smile to his lips. The thought of your best friend ranting to you about how good he fucked her with every detail down to the second has him giddy, and the possibility that you'll masturbate to the hypothetical story suddenly strikes him. 
Mid-walk in the hallway, intention on returning to the party and enacting his plan, he stops. He whirls around, and there, he spots it. The master bedroom—your bedroom, and your innately sultry voice echoes, “You should see the amount of panties I’ve ruined because of you.”
And he takes that as an invitation.
Because you explicitly stated not to go beyond the first level and you apparently trust the herd of drunks below, your door is unlocked; so all he has to do is twist the knob and push in, revealing your sleeping chambers in its almost immaculate glory. 
Cream walls encase a room bigger than his with similarly toned furniture sitting against it. In the middle of mahogany dressers, a grand vanity and a flat screen television is your bed, framed in dark brown wood with a king-sized mattress on top, made neatly in a fluffy white comforter and throw pillows. 
While everything else seems to be pristine, surfaces shining without a speck of dust in sight, items tidily put away, your floor isn’t. Although it does have a mopped sheen, it’s littered in clothing. Yours, clearly, a trail of them leading to the connected bathroom. Amid various dresses and bras, there’s a single pair of panties straddling the threshold; black cotton is displayed with the inside of the triangle panel flipped up, and dark cotton is lightened with a shimmer of residual wet. 
Before Bucky can think about his next move, he’s already picking them up. He clenches the black silk in his hand and instinctively brings them to his nose. Inhaling deeply, a groan wrenches out of his throat from the scent of your feminine musk. 
The olfactory sensory neurons fires to his brain until he’s left with feeling like he just took a shot of the finest liquor. It rattles him to the very bones and electrifies his insides. Smarting shocks needle across his skin while every part of him vibrates with excuritating arousal.
“Goddamn,” he half-chokes, half-growls, his chest falling and lifting raggedly because you smell so fucking good he can practically taste it. It’s uniquely you, but unmistakably stained with the universal scent of cum, and otherwise confirms what you said earlier, that you had drenched them because of him.
And he doesn’t even try to stop as he hurriedly snakes his cock from its confines. With one hand, he holds onto the doorframe; the other, with your used panties webbed across his palm, pinches himself at the girthy base. No lubricant is needed because his tip has been weeping ever since he first saw you and hasn’t stopped dribbling down his well-endowed length. 
Slicked up, he grits his teeth and works the worn attire along his erection. Somewhere in his mind, he expects to fail again at self-pleasure like before, but it seems having your orgasm drenched silk swathed around him helps tremendously with that. 
A tremor wracks his body, hips jutting forth in a consequential thrust. “Oh, f - fuck,” he rasps at the warm feeling prickling from the tips of his toes to his fingers. To think, he can have a harem of women on their knees for him but instead, he prefers getting more satisfaction this. 
If it didn’t feel so fucking good, maybe he’d feel embarrassed—have some sort of shame for such a depraved act. 
But he’s fueled by the euphoria tunneling into his very being by working your silk up and down his cock, clinched like a vice with corkscrewing motions; he’s fueled by the knowledge that hours before this, you’d been laid up in that luscious bed, legs spread, a dainty hand shoved between them—his name probably on your lips as you rubbed your fingertips against your cloth-clad clit until you doused it with your sticky essence. 
“S - shit,” he moans the curse. His forehead falls onto the doorframe, and his nails engraved crescents into the painted wood. Though he may try to muffle them with his plump bottom lip stressed between his teeth, throaty sounds wrest out of his chest and fill the room, an erotic soundtrack in junction with the wet squelching of his hand pumping his cock. 
You besiege his mind, rule with an iron fist while he desperately fucks his own in lieu of you. Your face, your body, and all the turpitude he’d inflict on you because he’d want to consume you in the same way you’ve done him. He’d—he will—show you things those other guys can’t even dream of; you’ll be hooked on him like he is on you. 
A fever is building rampantly within him; he heats like leather in the sun, lava boiling under his skin in preparation to explode. Every defined muscle in his body is coiled with escalating tension while his strokes are becoming sloppier and sloppier. More concentrated at his sensitive tip, he’s coated your black silk in lurid splashes of precum, sluicing your used panties so thoroughly his palm is swamped by the almost-translucent fluid. 
In an embarrassing amount of minutes, the crux approaches at the speed of a comet. A mental imagining flickers through his psyche, snapshots of you, completely undone; tits bouncing as he drives inside you, your inviting lips opened in an o as you exude the prettiest moans and whimpers, his thumb strumming your clit like instrument string as he pummels your channel, the look on your face when he finally blows his load. 
That thought does it. 
“Shit, shit, shit—!” Sensations coalesce, and warmth frays his nerves. Your name tears pass this lips, strangled and breathy, while his hips thrust forward in completion. The volcano erupts, and stream after stream spills into the thin material for what feels like forever. 
His senses skew, blurring as he rides out the highest relief he’s ever felt. Shuddering, he milks every last bit before the intensity dwindles, and he returns to reality; the reality that, yes, he had just experienced a mind blowing orgasm thanks to a measly pair of panties—your used panties.
“Oh, fuck,” he mutters to himself, softening as he tucks himself away and shoves the silk into his pocket. “I’ve really got it bad, don’t I?”
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Endgame things and thoughts
Nebula and Tony hanging out was so adorable they have my heart :<
Carol singlehandingly bringing a wholeass ship back to earth ?ugh her mind
Thanos just chilling and cooking and Carol just fucking going for him is poetic cinema
Thor saying “I went for the head”
5 FUCKINF YEARS?!
Scott being saved by a rat? Iconic.
Scott panicking when looking for Cassie’s name then seeing her all grown up and ok was heartbreaking specially knowing he didn’t get to see her grow up
Scott giving all he could to get the others back and trying his best not to breakdown when mentioning Hope
“She’s my.. she was my..”
Scott saying he lost someone very important to him :((
I dont rlly ship them but the Carol and Rhodey interaction was cool of them to reference
Carol and Nat’s hair is sending me
Tony as a father is so adorable and i love morgan already
I’ve read posts saying that Tony rejecting helping them with the time heist was sefish, but he just didn’t want to risk losing the people he loves again. He didn’t want his daughter to lose a father or lose Pepper since him being back was already a second chance for him
Peter being his motivation :((
Morgan is so much like his dad uwu Tony is such a great dad
Valkyrie in midgaurdian clothes
KORG
Thor having a beer belly made the entire theatre gasp lmao
I also think they did him dirty. Specially since he clearly had ptsd and it seemed like they just turned it to a joke
Scott turning into a baby and Tony knowing he turned to a baby lmao
Bruce giving Scott tacos after his first one fell
Scott being friendly to Nebula :<
Scott giving 2012 Tony a cardiac arrest and 2023 Tony shouting for help lmao
“I could do this all day” “I know”
“That’s America’s ass”
Loki mocking steve
Loki’s lil wave at hulk in the elevator :< i miss my bitch
I really thought they’d make the elevator scene a parallel to the one in tws and we’d see a fight again
2012 Steve letting go of 2023 Steve when he told him that Bucky was alive
Steve and Tony in the 70s!
they should’ve had Dominic Cooper play Howard again.
Tony talking to his dad about his daughter
Peggy still having Steve’s photograph just like he has her’s :((
Steve seeing Peggy :((
JARVIS MY MAN
Nat and Clint being happy and giddy in space makes me cry now knowing whats gonna happen next
Peter singing without music lmao
Fuck thanos for hurting both nebulas
When Clint and Nat’s foreheads were together:( i love their friendship
“Please let me go” :(( Natasha deserved better
The fact that this film values family is so sweet
Thor and Frigga’s interaction and Thor saying his last goodbye to Frigga :((
Thor wanting to be the one to hold the gauntlet so he could do something right :<
Clint’s reaction when his wife called
Why does thanos always let the others do his work smh
Cap wielding mjolnir lemme tell u everyone in the theatre sCREAMED
The shot where Steve was ready to fight thanos and his army alone even before he knew the others would come is just-
“On your left”
Everyone who were gone appearing was so powerful
When peter appeared everyone cHEERED
The fact that everyone was there, Wakandans, Wong, the guardians etc iCONIC
“Avengers, assemble.” C h i l l s
Peter telling Tony what happened and tony hugging him
“Oh this is nice”
T’challa finally saying Clint’s name lmao
Captain Marvel’s entrance
Carol really just flew through a fucking battleship and managed to come out without a single scratch
“Hi im peter parker” “hey peter parker, you got something for me?”
HOPE VAN DYNE
“Is that everyone?” “Like you wanted more?”
“I don’t even know who you are” “you will” Amen sister
And the fact that Wanda singlehandedly nearly killed thanos and thanos had to recruit his army cos he got threatened by a woman
When Peter met Gamora and said “I thought I lost you”
Gamora kicking his balls HAHA
The all women scene was so powerful the entire theatre cheered
It upsets me tho that Natasha who brought them together wasn’t there
Hope and scott teaming up again oh god we dont deserve them
Captain marvel going for thanos the second time and when he tried punching her and she didnt flinch
Tony looking at Stephen was the time he knew what was supposed to be done
When tony had the gauntlet
“I’m inevitable” “i am iron man”
Peter going for tony “mr stark, can you hear me? It’s me peter.” “We won Mr. Stark. We won. You did it”
Pepper gently putting peter aside :((
The fact that pepper said “but will u be able to rest” back in their home when tony told her about the time travel thing and while he was slowly dying she told him “it’s okay, you can rest now”
Also when pepper was trying so hard to pull herself together and even said “we’re going to be okay.” And when she gave him a final kiss in the cheek but breaking down when Tony finally died
Tony’s last message while we see Clint reuniting with his family, T’challa, Shuri and Ramonda watching over the city, Hope, Cassie and Scott watching the sky and being happy
When hologram Tony looked at Morgan and said “I love you 3000” :((
the fact that Morgan lost his father at such a young age and that she wouldn’t get to grow up with a father. She probably doesn’t even understand what was going on
Morgan hugging her mom,, she must be so confused
When everyone was there for the funeral :( even Harley
Carol in those pants? G a y
Bucky in that jacket and jeans? Also gay
VALKYRIE AS THE QUEEN OF ASGARD? Iconic
Peter still searching for Gamora :((
“Don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone” “ur bringing all the stupid with u” THAT REFERENCE
“I’ll miss you” “it’s gonna be alright buck” Bucky knew what Steve was gonna do and that he wouldn’t come back
IM LIVING FOR SAM AS THE NEW CAP
“Wanna tell me about her?” *looks to the view and slowly smiles* “no, i dont think i will” HE CLEARLY HAD A HAPPY LIFE AND HE DESERVES IT
Steve and Peggy looked so happy and content and they deserve it
I still didn’t get why some didn’t like Steve’s arc,, Steve created a different timeline in which he comes back to Peggy and they both chose to get married and live together. So there is a different timeline where Peggy moved on, but in this timeline Steve and Peggy gets to be happy and grow old together. Steve is happy and he deserves to be :)
Also do u guys ever wonder if steve came back to the same date and place Peggy told him when he was about to crash the plane :((
The way the movie ended tho,, when right after we see Steve and Peggy dancing and kissing it cuts to black and the lyrics of the song start as the credits start rolling too. It’s such a beautiful way to conclude the phase :”( they ended it with Steve in the 40s, the very first avenger and the decade it all began.
Also the credits where they had their signatures :((
Anyway thats all thanks for coming to my tedtalk,, also feel free to add some more of ur thoughts from the film :)
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Shaken Up | Bucky x Steve x Reader (Fluff, mild Angst)
Category: mild Angst, Fluff (Suggested) Age: 13+ Trigger Warnings: passing out, physical illness (fever) Ship: Bucky x Steve x Reader Summary: Bucky And Steve Find Reader Passed Out Request: “So a couple weeks ago I was really unwell and ended up with a migraine so bad I fainted… it was rough lmao Could you maybe write something about stucky x reader finding their girl passed out and how they’d react? I was alone when it happened to me and lord knows how terrifying it was waking up on the ground with a busted lip, alone, not knowing how long I was out for😬” Contains Spoilers for: N/A Word Count: 1,509
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Just under two hours to go.
Two hours until her soldiers get back from the mission she really wished they weren’t on. She’s been counting down the minutes since they left at nine AM this morning, and now it’s six-thirty PM.
It was all going well until around midday when she suddenly felt very nauseous. Felt a headache coming on, her body was sweating yet she was shivering cold, she started to cough more often than normal, and that leads her to where she is now, curled up on the Bucky’s bed - that they all sleep in - in the American flag pattered blanket of Steve’s that Tony got him as a joke a few years ago on his one-hundredth birthday.
The TV is playing a show that the woman is no longer paying an ounce of attention to. She can’t. Her head keeps zoning out. The headache becoming progressively worse. There’s tears streaking her face that she’s not even acknowledged.
Part of her feels bad because she remembers what her two lovers remind her every time they go out on a mission without fail.
“You call us if you need anything, alright? No matter what it is, if you need us, ring and we’ll come back. Look after yourself, okay?”
They both tell her so many times whenever they’re going out for missions and yet here she is. She’s held the phone in her hand a number of times, finger hovering over both their names - trying to decide who’s most likely to answer - yet she ended up locking the device and dropping it beside her.
Sighing, (Y/N) slides off of the bed, wrapping the blanket around her, deciding to go and grab some water - and also see if Tony, Pepper or Bruce were around to see if they could recommend anything - but she barely manages three steps toward her door when the thudding of her feet on the carpeted floor becomes too much for her head and she’s falling. Then nothing.
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“Hey, how’d it go?” Nat asks the two soldiers who exit the lift on the common floor.
“Eh, not bad. Wasn’t anyone particularly smart so it’s up to the court now.” Steve sighs, removing his helmet as Bucky removes his gloves.
“Cool. Fury wants a briefing tomorrow at eight.” She confirms, the pair nodding.
“(Y/N) around?��� Bucky asks.
“Haven’t seen her all day. Probably in her room doing what she always does when you two are on missions,” She pauses, a small smile playing on her lips. “Waiting for you to get back.”
The two men chuckle and shake their head.
“She’s cute.” Steve grins.
“She’s definitely smitten.” Nat teases, receiving a playful punch from Bucky as they pass her to get to the lift once again.
“So she should be.”
The second Steve and Bucky are both in the elevator, their lips are together, hands wrapping around each other.
“Hello.” Bucky grins at the blond, Steve only chuckling in response and cuddling up against him.
“Hi.”
“You okay?” His voice is muffled against the blond’s hair.
Steve nods.
“Better now we’re home.” He smiles. “M’tired.”
“Plus one to that.” Buck agrees.
The elevator dings and they exit, sighing as they smell her perfume that’s always lingering the hallway of their floor.
“Who’s room are we betting she’s in?” Steve chuckles.
“Definitely mine.” Buck grins, both of them heading over to the Winter Soldier’s room. “Friday, tell (Y/N) we’re coming in.” He calls, knowing (Y/N) always asks everyone to get FRIDAY to announce their entrance since she fears unexpected door knocks.
It’s not until the door opens and their eyes widen that FRIDAY responds.
“I’m afraid Miss (L/N) is unconscious right now, sirs.”
“Oh my God, (Y/N)!” Steve calls out, dashing to her aside.
“(Y/N)!” Bucky adds at the same time, also running over.
The pair drop to their knees, helping her turn over onto her back and acknowledging her sweat-covered body, heavy breaths and trembling. Then the blood. The blood on her head. The blood on the corner of the dressing table. It doesn’t take a genius to work out what happened.
“Friday, what’s wrong with her?!” The blond shouts, eyes scanning up and down her body. The blood makes sense - she fell and hit her head - but the sweating, the trembling, the obviously change in her skin tone.
“Miss (L/N) has been showing signs of an intense fever since twelve-fifteen this afternoon, sir. It got progressively worse throughout the afternoon and she collapsed at eighteen-forty-two.” The AI confirms, Bucky’s wide eyes glancing at the clock that shows almost nine o’clock.
“Holy shit, baby. Come on, we’ve gotta get her too Bruce.” The brunet says to Steve who nods in agreement.
“You got her?”
The Winter Soldier nods and lifts the woman up in his arms, panicking at the sight of her pale face.
“Come on, doll, open those eyes for me.” He coos, shaking her slightly, hoping to get any response out of her.
“BRUCE!” Steve yells, practically shouting as he throws the doors open to the medical bay.
“Captain?” Bruce responds, coming around the corner with a raised brow at the man’s loudness.
“(Y/N)’s passed out - Friday says she has a fever - she’s also bleeding, think she hit her head on the dressing table. Please check she’s alright.” The blond pleads, Bucky laying her down on the bed.
“Friday, can you write up her symptoms?” The medical expert calls out to the AI.
“Of course, Doctor Banner.”
Bucky and Steve are hand in hand as they look over their girl’s trembling body.
“She was out for nearly three hours.” Cap murmurs.
“She’s dehydrated.” Bruce comments, scanning over the write-up of her symptoms. “That’s why she passed out, too low a blood pressure. She’ll be alright, I assure you both. The wound on her head is nothing, just a scratch.”
The pair nod but don’t look any less concerned. Eventually, Banner manages to get them to sit down in the chairs by her bed and just allow him to get her all fixed up.
It’s about an hour later when the woman’s eyes flicker and open, disliking the brightness of the lights in the room.
“Friday, can you turn down the lights by (Y/N).” Steve calls, both of them not having taken their eyes off of the woman for a second.
“Of course, Captain.”
“Hey, doll.” Bucky breathes, smiling down as he’s now stood over the bed.
“Welcome back, sweetheart.” Steve adds.
It takes the woman a second to recognise her surroundings and feel the faint pain in her head and sweat coating her body to remember everything that happened.
“You could’ve at least gotten showered and dressed whilst waiting for me.” She groans, sarcasm lacing her tone as she recognises their dirty uniforms from their mission.
The men can’t help but grin and shake their heads.
“Too busy being worried shitless about our girlfriend, doll. I can assure you, getting cleaned up and dressed was not at the top of my mind when I came in my room and see the love of my life laid face down on my floor, bleeding, sweating and shivering.” He responds, tone just as sarcastic. Teasing.
(Y/N) gives an apologetic smile to the men and shrugs.
“Sorry. I like to shake you up every so often.”
Steve chuckles and leans down to kiss her lips.
“Don’t. It was awful. I thought my heart stopped beating, I swear.” He shakes his head.
“Plus one to that.” Buck adds, also kissing her.
“You had a really bad fever, sweetheart. Why didn’t you call us?” The blond adds, his somewhat serious expression taking back over.
The woman glances away, too embarrassed to even respond.
“Doll, what’s wrong?” Bucky whispers, leaning over and stroking his flesh hand through her hair. “You know you can call us if you need to.”
“In case of an emergency. This wasn’t an emergency.” She mewls, subconsciously leaning into his strokes.
“No. You call us if you need us. Not if it’s an emergency. You needed us to look after you and that qualifies as needing us.” Steve explains, walking around to stand on the opposite side of the bed to Bucky, meeting her saddened, partially embarrassed, gaze.
“It was an important mission…” Her voice is quiet, knowing she won’t win this.
“Not as important as you. Never as important as you.” The brunet finishes.
“I love you both so much.”
“We love you too, sweetheart, more than words could ever describe. Now, do you wanna tell us what we can do for you?” Steve quizzes.
“Could really do with-“
“Some ice-cold water, with lemon, in that pint glass that Buck got me for my birthday, and a lot of cuddles.” Bucky finishes, mocking her voice and watching her grin, giggling afterwards.
“Am I that predictable?” She whispers.
“Nah, you’re just our girl, and we know what our girl needs.” He winks.
“Let’s get you to bed.” Steve chuckles, lifting her up into his arms.
“Yes, sir.” 
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movedvalkyriesryde · 5 years
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Exhibition of Future Technologies - 2
Pairing: 40s!Bucky Barnes x enhanced!reader
Summary: Bucky meets the girl of his dreams the day before he ships out again and she holds a mystery about her that he can’t resist.
Warnings: fluff, like a buttload of fluff, lil bit of almost sexy and kissy kissy so that whole 18+ thing and all that
Word Count: 2.695
A/N: whoops my fingers slipped lmao I’m not sorry for it though. Wrote this in about two hours with little proof reading so I hope you enjoy the fluffy desperate mess that are these characters. I absolutely adore them
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Bucky had siked himself up for this moment for three days now. He’d tried a couple times already but he couldn’t even build up the confidence to step round the corner into the hall. He’d done his pep talk, Steve gave him his own pep talk and now he was stood in the hallway peering through the window trying to get a glimpse of Dr Banner’s new assistant. 
“I’m not the same man I used to be. What if she doesn’t like who I am now?” he had been pulling at his hair as he paced across his room and Steve and Sam sat on his bed. The two men looked at each other then back at Bucky with bored looks, the man was on repeat for three days and they were about to shove him into that lab themselves.
“I think we’re glossing over the fact this girl somehow figured out time travel, or possibly stole Tony’s device,” Steve rolled his eyes at Sam, extensive background checks had been done before she was hired. Bruce had been, subtly, questioned about her character and could only say positive things. For the moment, how she was in 1943 and present day was not the biggest worry as of this second. Bucky’s biggest worry was how she would react to him, it was whether or not she would even remember him, remember the day they had.
“Sam would you quit it! This is the love of his life, the girl who got away, she’s his Doll!” Steve stood from his seat and walked towards Bucky, holding his shoulders with a firm grasp. “You got this bud, go in there. Go and get your girl and for the love of god. Don’t. Let. Her. Get. Away again!” With each word Steve shook Bucky slightly before he finished with a nod of his head and shoved Bucky towards the door. 
Bucky was racking his hands through his hair and opening the door to the lab. He would not let his Doll get away from him again. He walked slowly through the main area of the lab towards the office at the back that was hidden away. That’s when he saw her, sitting on the stool with papers and books spread out around her laptop which she was currently scrolling through. She had Bucky breathless, he stood by the wall that separated the office from the main area of the lab with his arms loose at his sides and his mouth agape. It was 100% her.
“Doll?” he whispered out, frozen in his spot. Y/N spun her head around and sucked in a breath when she saw the man in the doorway. 
He didn’t look much different she thought, she expected him to have long hair, for his shoulders to be tense and his eyes tired and pained. But he wasn’t. His hair was short but slightly longer on the top like it had been in ‘43, he even had that little loose bit of fringe that refused to sit with the rest of his hair. His body was relaxed, his face clear and tanned. She wondered if he remembered her, or if maybe he called everyone Doll now, maybe she wasn’t so different. 
Y/N had to keep her composure, she couldn’t let him know her dirty little secret, she couldn’t risk it. So she smiled shyly, stood from her stool and took a step towards him, sticking her hand out to shake.
“You must be Bucky, I’m Y/N, Dr Banner’s new assistant,” he shook her hand gently and she sat back in her seat.
“How do you-?”
“Well, the metal hand is one give away, I’ve also seen pictures, there’s some in Steve’s office,” she ticked something off on a piece of paper and smiled at him again. Bucky nodded his head and rubbed his hand over his jaw, this wasn’t exactly the romantic reunion he was hoping for, maybe she didn’t remember him. “Are you looking for Dr Banner?”
“Uhh, yea,” Bucky took a step further into the room as she stood again and gathered some papers, walking towards the photocopier. “He told me to pop round so,”
“Oh, well he’s at lunch with Tony at the moment. He should be back in ten minutes or so though if you wanted to stick around, or I can tell him you stopped by,” she kept her attention on the task of photocopying the graphs and analysis notes she’d made. This was too formal for her liking, he didn’t remember her. 
“Is it okay if I wait?” Bucky said standing in the middle of the room, she glanced at him and nodded as she walked past and stood in front of her laptop. “What are you doing?”
“Some weather analysis actually,” she smiled to herself and kept her head down, “I’m testing to see how much Sam’s wings can take in extreme weather. The coldest of cold in winter, warmest of warms in summer sort of thing.” 
Bucky’s ears perked when she mentioned winter and summer, what if she did remember him? He had to test this. “That sounds pretty interesting, he’ll probably be pleased to know his suit can withstand any season.” Y/N heard the smile in his voice and the small step he took. What if he does remember her?
“Do you have a preferred season Bucky?” she asked peering at him quickly before turning back to her screen. Bucky tried to hold back the smile that spread across his face, biting the inside of his cheeks to prevent it from getting any wider.
“I do actually,” he looked towards the door and then back to her, taking another small step towards her.
“What is it?”
“Spring.”
“And why’s that?” she bit her bottom lip to suppress her own smile.
“I like what it represents,” he stood right behind her now, close enough to touch his hands hovered over her back, “coming out of the dark someone once told me,” he smiled, she turned to look at him over her shoulder with a small smile.
“The lines at ice cream parlors are always shorter as well,” she said, her smile widened, Bucky breathed out a laugh as he pressed his forehead against hers and held her face in his hands.
“I knew it was you Doll, I can’t believe you’re here.” She held his wrists and closed her eyes briefly. “How are you here?” He whispered quietly, she opened her eyes and tried to blink back the water in her eyes as she took a step back out of his grip.
“I shouldn’t - I stayed too long. I shouldn’t have - I’m so sorry Bucky, I’m so sorry.” This was wrong, this was so very very wrong. She fucked up, she fucked up so bad why did she have to experiment with her powers why couldn’t she just be happy with how she was. She took another step back as he took one forward. God but she loved that day she spent with him so much she knew she would do the exact same thing over and over again if given the choice. 
“Don’t, please don’t apologise for that day Doll,” he reached out and brushed his fingers over the back of her hand, “how is this possible though?” his voice was quiet and soft, not wanting to frighten her. Y/N took her hand away from his and curled it into a fist, she clapped her fists together and in a small blast of light she was gone from where she stood.
“They call me a jumper, well people with my powers.” Y/N said from behind him now, he spun around, his eyes were wide in shock. “It was an accident, I was running late and then all of a sudden I’d gone back five minutes and didn’t miss my train.” She fidgeted with her hands, looking down at her feet. “Then I started experimenting, seeing how much I could do, how far back I could go. I haven’t gone forward, I don’t want to see the future, but the past,” she looked up at the ceiling, a smile breaking out on her face, “it just fascinates me, and I had this dress from Halloween so I thought I’d see if I could go back further than my own timeline, and I did.”
Bucky shook his head in amazement. It made sense, it made perfect sense and here she was in front of him proving it to her. He felt like she was meant to go back and meet him, like it was fate that she ended up at that fair. Bucky moved toward her and took her hands in his own causing her to look at him. He smiled at her, that toothy smirk she had imprinted in her brain from their day out. 
“I shouldn’t have talked to you, I didn’t mean to I promise. I just - I saw the posters, I wanted to see the show. Then you were stood next to me and I recognised you and I just. I wanted to talk to you, wanted to know if the stories were true and,” she let out a laugh as he watched her, “you’re definitely not a womaniser and Steve is right to call you a giant nerd.” Y/N squeezed her eyes shut, “please don’t tell anyone Bucky, please they can’t know.” 
Bucky ran his fingers through her hair and pulled Y/N into his chest. She pleaded for him to keep her secret, ‘they can’t know’ she kept repeating. 
“I won’t,” his fingers were tangled in her hair and his vibranium arm tightened around her waist, “I promise I won’t, I’m just so fucking thankful you’re here Doll.” His breath shook as he spoke and she pulled away and looked up at him. Steve’s words ran through his brain at that moment, don’t you dare let her get away, he told himself. So he didn’t, he cupped her face and he kissed her like his life depended on it, to him, it did. 
And she kissed him back. She wrapped her hands around the collar of his shirt and she pulled him against her. His arms gripped her waist, they pulled at her shirt, moved up her back and back down and squeezed her hips. She pulled him down further by his neck as he licked at her lip, smiling as she opened her mouth slightly immediately at his request. Bucky choked back a whimper as his tongue explored her mouth, she tasted the same, he noted. Bitter with a touch of sweetness, he knew what it was now though, caramel latte, but he liked to believe that sweetness was still just her. 
They heard the door open and Tony’s voice immediately sounded throughout the lab. Y/N pushed Bucky away, she straightened her shirt and turned back to her laptop while he ran his fingers through his hair and rubbed his hand down his face, trying to compose himself.
“We bought you some leftovers. Hello Barnes, what brings you to our neck of the woods? Here to meet Banners lovely new assistant?” Tony dropped the bag of leftovers next to her on the table and smiled brightly at Bucky who shoved his hands in his pocket.
“Bruce said I should pop by,” he muttered out, his eyes darting between Y/N, Tony and Bruce.
“I did, wanted to introduce you to Y/N, thought you two might hit it off,” Bruce smiled innocently between the two of them, “but I suppose you two have already met, damn.”
“Uh, yea. I should get going, training.” Bucky nodded before bidding a small farewell to the two men, giving a small smile to Y/N before darting out the door. 
“How’s the flying car coming along Tony?” Bucky heard Y/N say as he closed the door and walked back to his room laughing to himself.
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It was nearing eight when Y/N walked out of the lab with her jacket on, ready to go to sleep as soon as she got home. 
It was nearing eight as Bucky leaned against the wall in the hallway waiting for her to round the corner towards the elevators.
She let out a yelp as soon as she felt arms wrap around her waist and pull her into their chest. 
“Shush, geez Doll it’s just me,” Bucky laughed into the back of her neck as he lowered her back to the ground and spun her round to face him. 
“What are you doing here?” she laughed at him, looking around to make sure they were alone. They’d just met, well, that’s what the team thought. If they saw Bucky and Y/N this close after only having just met they’d be some questions. 
“Thought I could take you out for a late snack, if you want,” he bit his lip and let go of her hips, taking a small step back. “I wanted to tell you something as well.” She hummed an acknowledgment, finding his hand when he didn’t respond straight away. “I’m not - I’m not the same man I was in ‘43 Y/N. I need you to know that before I take you out, before whatever happens happens. I’m damaged goods and I’m recovering but I’m never going to be that man again,” Bucky rushed his words out, watching his fingers play with hers nervously. 
“Bucky, I only knew that man for less than 24 hours,” she brushed her fingers over his jaw, squeezing his hand in reassurance, “how about that late night snack, we can properly get to know each other.”
Bucky leaned into her touch, he kissed her palm, held her wrist as she placed small pecks on her finger tips. “Still got me wrapped around your finger though,” he smirked, leaning in and kissing her softly. And again with more force, again with more passion, a little bit longer each time until she was pulled against his chest, her arms in his hair and his hands slipping up her back underneath her shirt. They both laughed and giggled as they continued to kiss and make their way towards the elevator. He pressed her against the door next to the buttons and brushed his lips across her jaw and pressed them behind her air. 
“I’ve got snacks in my room,” he breathed out as the doors opened and they stepped in, bodies still attached to each other. Y/N nodded against his cheek and Bucky’s hand moved frantically to find the button that would take them to his floor as she pulled him down for another kiss. 
“Geez Y/N,” Bucky breathed out pulling her out of the elevator and walking backwards down the hall, “Doll, I’m never letting you go,” he paused in front of his door, opening it and pulling her in after him. 
“Please don’t,” she whispered against him. Bucky ran his hands down her side, he rested his forehead on her shoulder and she wrapped her arms around his neck. He waited a goddamn lifetime for this girl and he was done waiting. He used to think she was the one that got away but here she was, in his arms, kissing his shoulder. 
“Luckiest man in the world,” he breathed out holding her tightly. Bucky hoped she knew just how much she meant to him. He hoped she knew just how much that he loved her from the second he promised to let her drive her flying car. Maybe one day he’d tell her. Maybe one day he’d tell her that the way she talked about Spring is something that helped him step out of his own darkness. Maybe one day he’d tell her how happy he was when he saw her sitting in that lab, when he found her again. 
Today he was just happy he got his girl, got his Doll and she wanted him as well, and maybe he wasn’t going to tell her just yet but I can promise you that he was going to show her. He was not letting her go this time. 
His jumper, his Doll.
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valkyriesryde · 4 years
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Exhibition of Future Technologies - 2
Pairing: 40s!Bucky Barnes x enhanced!reader
Summary: Bucky meets the girl of his dreams the day before he ships out again and she holds a mystery about her that he can’t resist.
Warnings: fluff, like a buttload of fluff, lil bit of almost sexy and kissy kissy so that whole 18+ thing and all that
Word Count: 2.695
A/N: whoops my fingers slipped lmao I’m not sorry for it though. Wrote this in about two hours with little proof reading so I hope you enjoy the fluffy desperate mess that are these characters. I absolutely adore them
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Bucky had siked himself up for this moment for three days now. He’d tried a couple times already but he couldn’t even build up the confidence to step round the corner into the hall. He’d done his pep talk, Steve gave him his own pep talk and now he was stood in the hallway peering through the window trying to get a glimpse of Dr Banner’s new assistant.
“I’m not the same man I used to be. What if she doesn’t like who I am now?” he had been pulling at his hair as he paced across his room and Steve and Sam sat on his bed. The two men looked at each other then back at Bucky with bored looks, the man was on repeat for three days and they were about to shove him into that lab themselves.
“I think we’re glossing over the fact this girl somehow figured out time travel, or possibly stole Tony’s device,” Steve rolled his eyes at Sam, extensive background checks had been done before she was hired. Bruce had been, subtly, questioned about her character and could only say positive things. For the moment, how she was in 1943 and present day was not the biggest worry as of this second. Bucky’s biggest worry was how she would react to him, it was whether or not she would even remember him, remember the day they had.
“Sam would you quit it! This is the love of his life, the girl who got away, she’s his Doll!” Steve stood from his seat and walked towards Bucky, holding his shoulders with a firm grasp. “You got this bud, go in there. Go and get your girl and for the love of god. Don’t. Let. Her. Get. Away again!” With each word Steve shook Bucky slightly before he finished with a nod of his head and shoved Bucky towards the door.
Bucky was racking his hands through his hair and opening the door to the lab. He would not let his Doll get away from him again. He walked slowly through the main area of the lab towards the office at the back that was hidden away. That’s when he saw her, sitting on the stool with papers and books spread out around her laptop which she was currently scrolling through. She had Bucky breathless, he stood by the wall that separated the office from the main area of the lab with his arms loose at his sides and his mouth agape. It was 100% her.
“Doll?” he whispered out, frozen in his spot. Y/N spun her head around and sucked in a breath when she saw the man in the doorway.
He didn’t look much different she thought, she expected him to have long hair, for his shoulders to be tense and his eyes tired and pained. But he wasn’t. His hair was short but slightly longer on the top like it had been in ‘43, he even had that little loose bit of fringe that refused to sit with the rest of his hair. His body was relaxed, his face clear and tanned. She wondered if he remembered her, or if maybe he called everyone Doll now, maybe she wasn’t so different.
Y/N had to keep her composure, she couldn’t let him know her dirty little secret, she couldn’t risk it. So she smiled shyly, stood from her stool and took a step towards him, sticking her hand out to shake.
“You must be Bucky, I’m Y/N, Dr Banner’s new assistant,” he shook her hand gently and she sat back in her seat.
“How do you-?”
“Well, the metal hand is one give away, I’ve also seen pictures, there’s some in Steve’s office,” she ticked something off on a piece of paper and smiled at him again. Bucky nodded his head and rubbed his hand over his jaw, this wasn’t exactly the romantic reunion he was hoping for, maybe she didn’t remember him. “Are you looking for Dr Banner?”
“Uhh, yea,” Bucky took a step further into the room as she stood again and gathered some papers, walking towards the photocopier. “He told me to pop round so,”
“Oh, well he’s at lunch with Tony at the moment. He should be back in ten minutes or so though if you wanted to stick around, or I can tell him you stopped by,” she kept her attention on the task of photocopying the graphs and analysis notes she’d made. This was too formal for her liking, he didn’t remember her.
“Is it okay if I wait?” Bucky said standing in the middle of the room, she glanced at him and nodded as she walked past and stood in front of her laptop. “What are you doing?”
“Some weather analysis actually,” she smiled to herself and kept her head down, “I’m testing to see how much Sam’s wings can take in extreme weather. The coldest of cold in winter, warmest of warms in summer sort of thing.”
Bucky’s ears perked when she mentioned winter and summer, what if she did remember him? He had to test this. “That sounds pretty interesting, he’ll probably be pleased to know his suit can withstand any season.” Y/N heard the smile in his voice and the small step he took. What if he does remember her?
“Do you have a preferred season Bucky?” she asked peering at him quickly before turning back to her screen. Bucky tried to hold back the smile that spread across his face, biting the inside of his cheeks to prevent it from getting any wider.
“I do actually,” he looked towards the door and then back to her, taking another small step towards her.
“What is it?”
“Spring.”
“And why’s that?” she bit her bottom lip to suppress her own smile.
“I like what it represents,” he stood right behind her now, close enough to touch his hands hovered over her back, “coming out of the dark someone once told me,” he smiled, she turned to look at him over her shoulder with a small smile.
“The lines at ice cream parlors are always shorter as well,” she said, her smile widened, Bucky breathed out a laugh as he pressed his forehead against hers and held her face in his hands.
“I knew it was you Doll, I can’t believe you’re here.” She held his wrists and closed her eyes briefly. “How are you here?” He whispered quietly, she opened her eyes and tried to blink back the water in her eyes as she took a step back out of his grip.
“I shouldn’t - I stayed too long. I shouldn’t have - I’m so sorry Bucky, I’m so sorry.” This was wrong, this was so very very wrong. She fucked up, she fucked up so bad why did she have to experiment with her powers why couldn’t she just be happy with how she was. She took another step back as he took one forward. God but she loved that day she spent with him so much she knew she would do the exact same thing over and over again if given the choice.
“Don’t, please don’t apologise for that day Doll,” he reached out and brushed his fingers over the back of her hand, “how is this possible though?” his voice was quiet and soft, not wanting to frighten her. Y/N took her hand away from his and curled it into a fist, she clapped her fists together and in a small blast of light she was gone from where she stood.
“They call me a jumper, well people with my powers.” Y/N said from behind him now, he spun around, his eyes were wide in shock. “It was an accident, I was running late and then all of a sudden I’d gone back five minutes and didn’t miss my train.” She fidgeted with her hands, looking down at her feet. “Then I started experimenting, seeing how much I could do, how far back I could go. I haven’t gone forward, I don’t want to see the future, but the past,” she looked up at the ceiling, a smile breaking out on her face, “it just fascinates me, and I had this dress from Halloween so I thought I’d see if I could go back further than my own timeline, and I did.”
Bucky shook his head in amazement. It made sense, it made perfect sense and here she was in front of him proving it to her. He felt like she was meant to go back and meet him, like it was fate that she ended up at that fair. Bucky moved toward her and took her hands in his own causing her to look at him. He smiled at her, that toothy smirk she had imprinted in her brain from their day out.
“I shouldn’t have talked to you, I didn’t mean to I promise. I just - I saw the posters, I wanted to see the show. Then you were stood next to me and I recognised you and I just. I wanted to talk to you, wanted to know if the stories were true and,” she let out a laugh as he watched her, “you’re definitely not a womaniser and Steve is right to call you a giant nerd.” Y/N squeezed her eyes shut, “please don’t tell anyone Bucky, please they can’t know.”
Bucky ran his fingers through her hair and pulled Y/N into his chest. She pleaded for him to keep her secret, ‘they can’t know’ she kept repeating.
“I won’t,” his fingers were tangled in her hair and his vibranium arm tightened around her waist, “I promise I won’t, I’m just so fucking thankful you’re here Doll.” His breath shook as he spoke and she pulled away and looked up at him. Steve’s words ran through his brain at that moment, don’t you dare let her get away, he told himself. So he didn’t, he cupped her face and he kissed her like his life depended on it, to him, it did.
And she kissed him back. She wrapped her hands around the collar of his shirt and she pulled him against her. His arms gripped her waist, they pulled at her shirt, moved up her back and back down and squeezed her hips. She pulled him down further by his neck as he licked at her lip, smiling as she opened her mouth slightly immediately at his request. Bucky choked back a whimper as his tongue explored her mouth, she tasted the same, he noted. Bitter with a touch of sweetness, he knew what it was now though, caramel latte, but he liked to believe that sweetness was still just her.
They heard the door open and Tony’s voice immediately sounded throughout the lab. Y/N pushed Bucky away, she straightened her shirt and turned back to her laptop while he ran his fingers through his hair and rubbed his hand down his face, trying to compose himself.
“We bought you some leftovers. Hello Barnes, what brings you to our neck of the woods? Here to meet Banners lovely new assistant?” Tony dropped the bag of leftovers next to her on the table and smiled brightly at Bucky who shoved his hands in his pocket.
“Bruce said I should pop by,” he muttered out, his eyes darting between Y/N, Tony and Bruce.
“I did, wanted to introduce you to Y/N, thought you two might hit it off,” Bruce smiled innocently between the two of them, “but I suppose you two have already met, damn.”
“Uh, yea. I should get going, training.” Bucky nodded before bidding a small farewell to the two men, giving a small smile to Y/N before darting out the door.
“How’s the flying car coming along Tony?” Bucky heard Y/N say as he closed the door and walked back to his room laughing to himself.
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It was nearing eight when Y/N walked out of the lab with her jacket on, ready to go to sleep as soon as she got home.
It was nearing eight as Bucky leaned against the wall in the hallway waiting for her to round the corner towards the elevators.
She let out a yelp as soon as she felt arms wrap around her waist and pull her into their chest.
“Shush, geez Doll it’s just me,” Bucky laughed into the back of her neck as he lowered her back to the ground and spun her round to face him.
“What are you doing here?” she laughed at him, looking around to make sure they were alone. They’d just met, well, that’s what the team thought. If they saw Bucky and Y/N this close after only having just met they’d be some questions.
“Thought I could take you out for a late snack, if you want,” he bit his lip and let go of her hips, taking a small step back. “I wanted to tell you something as well.” She hummed an acknowledgment, finding his hand when he didn’t respond straight away. “I’m not - I’m not the same man I was in ‘43 Y/N. I need you to know that before I take you out, before whatever happens happens. I’m damaged goods and I’m recovering but I’m never going to be that man again,” Bucky rushed his words out, watching his fingers play with hers nervously.
“Bucky, I only knew that man for less than 24 hours,” she brushed her fingers over his jaw, squeezing his hand in reassurance, “how about that late night snack, we can properly get to know each other.”
Bucky leaned into her touch, he kissed her palm, held her wrist as she placed small pecks on her finger tips. “Still got me wrapped around your finger though,” he smirked, leaning in and kissing her softly. And again with more force, again with more passion, a little bit longer each time until she was pulled against his chest, her arms in his hair and his hands slipping up her back underneath her shirt. They both laughed and giggled as they continued to kiss and make their way towards the elevator. He pressed her against the door next to the buttons and brushed his lips across her jaw and pressed them behind her air.
“I’ve got snacks in my room,” he breathed out as the doors opened and they stepped in, bodies still attached to each other. Y/N nodded against his cheek and Bucky’s hand moved frantically to find the button that would take them to his floor as she pulled him down for another kiss.
“Geez Y/N,” Bucky breathed out pulling her out of the elevator and walking backwards down the hall, “Doll, I’m never letting you go,” he paused in front of his door, opening it and pulling her in after him.
“Please don’t,” she whispered against him. Bucky ran his hands down her side, he rested his forehead on her shoulder and she wrapped her arms around his neck. He waited a goddamn lifetime for this girl and he was done waiting. He used to think she was the one that got away but here she was, in his arms, kissing his shoulder.
“Luckiest man in the world,” he breathed out holding her tightly. Bucky hoped she knew just how much she meant to him. He hoped she knew just how much that he loved her from the second he promised to let her drive her flying car. Maybe one day he’d tell her. Maybe one day he’d tell her that the way she talked about Spring is something that helped him step out of his own darkness. Maybe one day he’d tell her how happy he was when he saw her sitting in that lab, when he found her again.
Today he was just happy he got his girl, got his Doll and she wanted him as well, and maybe he wasn’t going to tell her just yet but I can promise you that he was going to show her. He was not letting her go this time.
His jumper, his Doll.
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farfrombuck · 5 years
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The Aftermath — Steve Rogers x Mutant!Reader
Summary: After Thanos snapped his fingers and took half of the universe with it, you couldn't bring yourself to be what you were before it, so without listening to anyone else, you pushed everyone away, including who was supposed to be your rock.
Word Count: 2,6k
Warnings: it's a kinda bit angsty, I don't really know, I kinda cried but that might be because of Endgame. DOES NOT CONTAIN SPOILERS.
A/N: Your powers are supposed to be like Storm's, the Storm from the X-Men, I wanted to use Rachel Grey's powers, but she could like time travel so it wouldn't work out lmao. Anyway, Storm is really powerful if you didn't know, she was categorized as an Omega-Mutant, meaning a very powerful one. Anyways, this sucks, for real, but I wanted to post something, anything really. And if you want a second part, like with endgame spoilers and that, just ask for it ;).
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Steve shoot his eyes open, pushing himself from the dirt only to find Thor staring at Stormbreaker, his Axe that was laying on the floor. He stood up and stepped towards him, looking around for the purple titan that a couple of minutes earlier had knocked him unconscious to the floor.
"Where'd he go?" he looked to his sides "Thor... where'd he go?" Steve glanced back at the God, his breaths growing faster by the second.
"Steve?" he heard from afar, his best friend Bucky was looking at his vibranium arm which was slowly turning into dust, the gun from his other hand fell to the floor, Bucky turned to face Steve but fell on his knees, before the rest of his body could touch the ground he became dust floating around. Steve knelt, almost too weak on the floor, where the aches from his friend were resting, he took a quick look at Thor before resting his hand back to the ground.
You opened your eyes, finding an unfamiliar face, her neck decorated on gold and red suit, a Wakandian Warrior, she offered you a hand which you took to stand up, you were half way up when she let go of you and you fell back to the ground, the girl had a scared look on her face as she watched her hand turn into dust, seconds before her whole body was too. You quickly stood up, seeing how people turned into dust, panic pressed against your chest seeing that Steve or no one that you knew was around.
"Steve!" you shouted, making your lower stomach hurt but the adrenaline rush made it disappear quickly. You started running through the trees and big leaves "Steve!" you cried again, loud breathy and croaky voice coming from you, tears started coming from your eyes as the thought of Steve being gone and you not even being able to give him one last look in his eyes ran through your head.
The captain turned around Vision's body as he heard someone running towards them, he turned around to find Natasha, mouth parted and crystal eyes. Suddenly it hit him, Y/N. He stood up quickly "Did you see Y/N?" he asked Natasha, she drifted her eyes to him, she opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out so she shook her head instead "Has anyone seen Y/N?" turning around, he expected for someone to speak, but everyone was too caught up in the moment.
"Thanos threw her away, before knocking you," Thor spoke, dead tone, still eyes fixed on the ground. "She must be towards the battlefield."
Crashing his shoulder with Nat, he went away running towards the battlefield, how selfish of him to not even think of you, he knew there was nothing that could stop you from vanishing away but Steve could never forgive himself if wasn't there for you, to hold you, even if it was to watch you dissolve.
"Y/N!" he shouted running as fast as he could while looking around for anything, any clue to were you went, he didn't know how far he would be running or where to, but he kept going.
Your breath was failing you, you hissed strongly feeling your throat closing, denying to get air to your lungs as your legs started to slow down. You pressed a hand against your chest begging your body to give you more strength, right before you stopped you were knocked over by something, you felt big strong arms wrapping around you as you fell upon the body.
"I'm sorry - don't move." he ordered, you knew very clear who it was and as much as you wanted to do what he said, you threw your arms around his neck strongly. "Please don't move..." he begged with brittle voice, his arms holding the hell out of you. You closed your eyes thankful to have him once again.
"I'm not going anywhere." you settled, you weren't sure if that was true at all but you wanted to reassure him, everything was going to be okay, even if it wasn't.
"Thanos is gone." he muttered on a flat tone after a while, both your breaths were the only thing you could hear "Bucky -" he paused "Bucky vanished" Steve spoke, but his voice broke down, you heard him sob, almost too quiet, giving you a gentle squeeze. He had already lost his friend, he couldn't lost you too, right?
You lifted your head up, finding his face full of cuts and tears "We will find a way" your hands went down to his cheeks "we will fix this." you nodded pressing you lips against his, softly but short, you rested your forehead against his, sobs coming out of both of your mouths.
The war left you with nothing but sadness, it felt as everyone's souls was taken out of their bodies. It took you all a while to comeback to reality and grab a ship to go back to the facility, the war wasn't finished and the Avenger's work wasn't done. It wasn't until you landed that you remembered about your family, you insisted on driving alone but Steve, seeing how anxious you were, refused to let you go by yourself.
Steven wouldn't stop holding your hand, too afraid that if he did, you would vanish as his friends did. When you arrived you saw your little sister sitting on the porch all by herself, red eyes and a lost look on her eyes.
"Where are them?" she wondered looking up to you, "where are mom and dad?" her eyes started filling up with tears, you sat down beside her and held her close, tears out of eyes now too.
"I'm so sorry bug..." you muttered as Steve walked inside your parents home, he walked around looking for them and only finding aches in the kitchen, he sighed closing his eyes thinking about everything, everyone that was gone. He knew you said there was a way and there had to be one, but right now it seemed to be over, moving on seemed to be only option. Either way, he was not giving up.
Hours passed by and both you and your sister had cried all along, until Steve was called by Natasha to come back to the Avengers facility, were everyone was counting the Avenger that had disappeared, you agreed to go with him and packed a few things for your sister whom ended up falling asleep on the ride, it was a quite chaotic ride, it seemed everyone was out in the streets mourning someone or looking for someone, everyone was as devastated as you were or even more. You settled your sister on a room that was for resting and went with the rest of Avengers to try and help doing the best you could. The best was stay silent while they discussed options and ways to fix all that mess, but you were barely paying attention to anything, too caught up on your thoughts, on your parents.
Days came and go and you where getting hopeless, seeing no plan on fixing it worked, it was the end. You had seen Steve a couple of times, but no much. You felt like growing apart from him, he felt you pushing him aside. You felt like didn't get you anymore, he never had a close family to hold on to like you did, he didn't care about them as you did and that was driving you insane.
"Please, stop doing this to yourself" he begged "it isn't your fault." mumbling, he stepped inside the bathroom.
"We failed them, we failed everyone, how come it's not my fault?" you stared at him, red and puffy eyes looking directly into his, he knelt in front of you and took your hand in his.
"And we will do right for them, you need to move on from this and help us find a way..." he spoke softly but you pushed him away, an angry look on your eyes.
"Move on? My fucking parents are dead!" you shouted to him, thinking how damn heartless he was being right now.
"Mines died too, my best friend died twice but I moved the fuck on!" you stood up and so he did, trailing behind you.
"Moved on?" you mocked, you made your way around the bedroom to his closet, you opened one of his drawers and pulled the clothes out to find Steven's greatest possession, his compass. You opened it and showed it to him "Is this moving on? Does this looks like moving on to you?" you came closer to him, you wanted to throw it against a wall and watch it broke down in pieces, but instead you threw it to the bed, making Steve's heart almost stop "Hypocrite." you stated before walking out of the room, you didn't care about your belongings, you needed to get away from him but he wouldn't give up without a fight.
"Don't go, let's fix this." Steve didn't like people he loved to be angry, he didn't like to leave things unfinished and fixed. He went to touch you but an electric wave threw him against the wall, making the electronic devices shut down and even explode, you turned around preoccupied about hurting him but turned around quickly when you saw he was fine. That happened often when you entered Stark's training facility, where you learned to control all your powers.
Steve caught a glance of you before you left, bright white eyes and hair, you often would try to dye your hair to be your natural hair, but as soon as you would lose control, it will turn all white. And truly, you weren't on your best self right now.
You didn't see Steve the following couple of months, you kept your distance from the Avenger's facility and would only call Nat occasionally. Life wasn't easy, people lost control of everything, nothing worked as it used to and you were thankful that your parents had their own small farm, you and your sister lived out of. Children didn't attend school anymore, and people were getting meaner, you had to teach Emily how to defend herself, the way Steve taught you.
It was midnight when you heard your sister scream about something flying through the air, you came to her assuming it was a shooting star but were surprised to see it was not. "Stay here." you warned Emily before you took off flying to see what it was, you were fast enough to reach the flame and blast it with electricity which seemed to do nothing so you decided to form a ball around it with electromagnetism and electricity. It worked, seeing as the thing started to fall down straight until it blasted back, you used the electromagnetic shield to protect yourself but the blast was so powerful it send you back to the floor. Changing its trajectory, it came for you while blasting, you felt like drifting away but tried your best to keep on protecting yourself, until you were free falling to the ground, you were caught by someone who drifted flying otherwise, avoiding the blast.
"Not a good idea to fight on your own" Thor said, landing on the field of the Avengers' facility, he left you to stand up, but you almost stumbled, so Thor held you again.
"What were you thinking!" you turned around to find Steve on his suit followed by the other Avengers "you went to fight alone and without your suit?" he asked, clearly angry at your carelessness.
Once you steadied yourself, you lifted yourself up not even caring about what he was saying, you were ready to take off but Thor held you down "You are not alone fighting this thing, we are still the Avengers."
"We are what's left." you barked trying to shake him off, but clearly he was stronger.
"What's left will have to do, that thing is pissed," Nat spoke looking at light coming towards us "that wasn't very welcoming."
The thing went down right in front of us, turns out it wasn't a thing, it was a woman no one had seen before, she stared at us calmly before blasting her power to you, sending you far behind "You're right, that wasn't welcoming at all kid."
Later you found out that the woman, Carol Danvers, came from earth and was called by no other than Nick Furry. You went inside with Nat before she offered to take care of your wounds, while everybody else talked to Carol.
"We really miss having you around," Natasha confessed throwing some stuff into the trash can "it's not the same without you."
"It's not my loss making it different, it's the loss of the others." you corrected her watching your arm covered in band aids "I've got a kid to take care of now." you joked, but Natasha's mood didn't change a bit, she remained silent as she washed her hands. Of course everyone was different, everyone lost someone on a fight they weren't even part of.
You heard someone coming from the hallway and turned your head around only to find those blue eyes had been longing of. Pulling your sight away, you got off the chair, quickly rushing out of the door without saying goodbye to Nat, you kept walking away, knowing he was following you. You just needed to get out and fly away from him.
"Y/N..." he warned once you both stepped outside, you turned around frowning.
"Leave me alone dude." you rolled your eyes, his beard was gone and it was just the Steven Rogers you met for the first time, the moraly-correct fella.
"Can we talk about it?" he wondered, slowly walking towards you, but you stepped back, away from him. "You can't go confront things all by your self and without you suit."
"Stop, don't dad me Steven." you shook your head, he put his brow up.
"You can't put yourself at risk just because you're mad at me"
You laughed, sarcastically "You kidding me right? You think I'm doing this because of you? Because I'm so sad we are not together anymore? Because I'm so mad about what you said?" you took a few steps towards him, your eyes turning white as the weather become colder and clouds formed. "This is," you paused signaling the clouds and thunder above you "what you stupidity did to me, this is why we can't be around each other anymore, this is what you did to me, yes, you. That is why we won't ever be back together, what you created, will always, keep us apart." Most of the times you were able to suppress your emotions, that's how you were taught to control your powers, if not you would make a mess of the weather, just like you were doing right now. With Steve you had lost all control of them, he was the only one that could break you apart and he did. "So yes, Steve Rogers, I'm not doing this just because I'm mad at you, this is what I am, what I was born to be and I'm done handling myself, suppressing what I feel just because I am the freak, I was born like this."
Steve stood still before you, his jaw clenched and not a word coming from his mouth, his silence made you so mad you stroke a lightning between the two of you, but he didn't hesitate. The Avengers came out and looked at you with a worried face, you stared at them before taking off, you weren't one of them anymore, you had to protect what was left from you loved ones.
Steve was supposed to be your rock, the one that helped you control the immensity of your powers, but you lost him and with that, you lost yourself, unable to take care of your powers you tried to put them away, hide them in depths of your brain, where they wouldn't disturb you or your life. You would never move on from that fight, it will always be a reminder of how hard you had failed every single person and that would haunt you till your very last days.
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facemypast · 4 years
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Get to know the blogger!
Tagged by: stolen from @emcads​, then reposting on my steeb @/justicetempered I’m tagging: steal it <3
FIRST NAME Brittany
STRANGE FACT ABOUT YOURSELF I have an irregular heartbeat that goes away by itself when my heart-rate gets high enough
TOP THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU FIND ATTRACTIVE ON A PERSON Nice hair, muscles (i want people to break me in half, sue me), aannnndddd jawline
A FOOD YOU COULD EAT FOREVER AND NOT GET BORED OF Hmmm... probably chocolate covered pretzels
A FOOD YOU HATE Mayo makes me throw up
GUILTY PLEASURE Hmmm.... i don’t really feel guilt about most of the things i like?? 
WHAT DO YOU SLEEP IN shorts and an old t-shirt, in the winter i throw sweats or lounge pants over the shorts
SERIOUS RELATIONSHIPS OR FLINGS usually flings. i get tired of people tbh
IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN THE PAST AND CHANGE ONE THING ABOUT YOUR LIFE, WOULD YOU AND WHAT WOULD IT BE  A whole lot.... right now? probably working harder at certain classes in college
ARE YOU AN AFFECTIONATE PERSON With my friends? yea, im always wanting to hang out with them or tell them how good they look, etc. With romantic partners? not so much, it doesn’t come easy. It’s hard for me to connect
A MOVIE YOU COULD WATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN Lord of the Rings. I watch the whole series 2-3 times a year religiously
FAVORITE BOOK Lord of the Rings :)
YOU HAVE THE OPPORTUNITY TO KEEP ANY ANIMAL AS A PET, WHAT DO YOU CHOOSE A platypus! Or a tiger
TOP FIVE FICTIONAL SHIPS [IF YOU ARE AN RP BLOG, YOU CAN USE YOUR OWN SHIPS AS WELL] Steve/Bucky. Dean/Cas (sue me). Bucky/James (thanks RP). Steve/Peggy/Bucky. Fang/Maximum Ride (ride or die since 10 y/o)
PIE OR CAKE Pie
FAVORITE SCENT Lemon or eucalyptus
CELEBRITY CRUSH Edit forgot to actually change this lmao: Sebastian stan, obviously. Margot robbie too
IF YOU COULD TRAVEL ANYWHERE, WHERE WOULD YOU GO Tanzania or Kenya
INTROVERT OR EXTROVERT Introvert for sure
DO YOU SCARE EASILY Nope
IPHONE OR ANDROID iPhone
DO YOU PLAY ANY VIDEO GAMES Right now? Only animal crossing, haha. In the past.... animal crossing and mario kart. Not a huge gamer.
DREAM JOB Total dream? Actress. Not for the money or the fame, but bc of the work and meeting other famous people. More realistic? Doctor, but at least I’m starting medical school this fall <3
WHAT WOULD YOU DO WITH A MILLION DOLLARS Give some to my parents. Pay off student debt. Pay for medical school. Invest whatever was left. 
FICTIONAL CHARACTER YOU HATE Oh man, so many. Joffrey from GoT is coming to mind.
FANDOM THAT YOU WERE ONCE A PART OF BUT AREN’T ANY LONGER I used to be way more into HP than I am now, I guess. I also kind of left SPN behind.
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adoringsteverogers · 5 years
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Dad’s Wingman
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For anonymous
Pairing: steve rogers x son!reader; steve rogers x sam wilson (fluff)
Word Count: 1.7k
Warning: mentions of death; descriptions of destroyed Sokovia; my terrible writing lmao
Request: Would you being willing to do a x son reader where Steve’s son low key ships him with Sam (and/)or bucky and tries to set them up on a date?? (((welcome to the community, you’re gonna do great, looveyouuuuubye)
A/N: yes, i was listening to Marvin Gaye while writing this
If you have an opinion to share, please stop by my inbox on your way out and leave there some feedback! Thank you!
You had been the adopted son of Steve since the attack of Sokovia where both your parents were killed and basically all your relatives got lost. You were only a terrified child among the ruins of your beloved city, your home which meant both safety and happiness to you. It was all crushed and destroyed, most of the buildings had collapsed, there were dead bodies everywhere and you only survived because you found a very good place to hide. When the chaos was over and you couldn’t hear the noises of the attack anymore, you came out to look around but a well-built body blocked your view. Captain America himself was standing in front of you and he enveloped you into a huge hug when you started crying desperately. At that moment, Steve knew he couldn’t leave you there but he also knew that you probably had nowhere safe to go. After long minutes of contemplating and thinking about all the possible scenarios, he decided to take you with them to somewhere safe and quiet: The Avengers compound. Some of them weren’t the happiest about his decision at first: after all, you were a foreigner’s child who could barely speak and understand English and they were afraid someone might be looking for you. But Steve made sure he could become your legal guardian and taught you everything you needed to know, starting with his mother tongue. He became your father and even though you could never forget about your biological parents, you loved Steve with all your heart. He had always made sure you had everything you needed and felt safe and happy because you soon had become his priority.
Ages had passed by since Steve found you among the ruins of your home town and you two had grown very close to each other. You never felt uncomfortable telling anything to your father and Steve shared most of his secrets with you as well, except the ones regarding work - which you, of course, never felt mad about. Your relationship was one of the best and closest in the compound and all the other Avengers loved listening to your father-son banter which would always end in uncontrollable laughter. Steve never failed to put a smile on your face, even on your worst days. He took great care of you, often paying so much attention to you that he forgot about himself. Your dad had always put everyone before himself, especially you, and you felt like you had to return the favour and make him care about himself for once. 
You’d been suspicious for quite a while, but you only became sure about what exactly was going on when you saw your dad’s facial expression after a long training session with Sam. The two parted ways after stepping out the door, Sam saying bye with a cheeky line, leaving Steve looking at his back with absolute heart-eyes. He kept it from everyone, including you but as always, you could see through him this time as well. You just simply smiled to yourself and acted casually when your dad walked up to you, asking if the book you were reading was interesting, so you started a conversation which lasted until Steve told you he would take a cold shower and return within minutes. You continued reading the chapter but you couldn’t concentrate on it properly. You’d been thinking about setting your dad up on a date with Sam for ages and you knew this was the time. You were almost sure about Sam’s feelings and now your dad couldn’t keep them a secret any longer, either. It was way too obvious.
So, when he returned with his slightly wet blonde hair, you just smirked at him and shut your book closed. Steve looked at you with raised eyebrows, getting concerned about what was going on with you when you continued grinning at him. You finally broke the silence with one simple question which had Steve become a blushing and stuttering mess.
“You have a crush on him, don’t you?”, you whispered, grin getting even wider with each passing second while you were waiting for your dad’s answer.
He just lowered his head before looking up at you shyly. You had to admit; it was quite fun seeing your dad like this. 
“Is it that obvious?”, Steve asked, his cheeks turning into an even deeper shade of red and at that moment, you knew the real Steve Rogers was standing in front of you in his absolute humanity and vulnerability, You have always felt lucky to have Captain America as your father, but having Steve Rogers as your dad made you the luckiest person alive.
You simply chuckled and looked your dad in the eyes. It was your time to give him a pep talk.
“Yeah, it is quite obvious. And it’s also obvious that he likes you back. I know you love bottling your feelings up, because you think that’s some kind of protection but you really gotta act on them this time”, so stated, getting serious all of a sudden and it made Steve realise you were right as well. After all, he had been getting some signals from Sam, but he thought it just Sam being Sam. He’d always been flirty and cheeky with everyone and Steve didn’t realise it was a bit more than that when it came to him. 
“Sooo… You think I should ask him out? On a date?”, he asked with raised eyebrows, clearly already overthinking this whole stuff. You just playfully rolled your eyes at your dad; even though he’d been alive for a hundred years, he was quite unexperienced at love and dating.
“Yeah, that’s what I was trying to say. Dad, just get your freaking shit together and ask him out! Sam’s not a beast, he’s not gonna bite you and I’m pretty sure he’s waiting for you to make a move finally.”
“Okay, first of all, language. Secondly, I might need some help with that”, Steve mumbled, lowering his eyes again, looking at his own son sheepishly. You simply smiled at how adorable he was: You did quite enjoy that you were helping your dad out this time and not the other way around. You were thinking for a few moments before coming up with an idea that you very proudly presented to your dad.
“So, both you and Sam like retro, especially when it comes to music, right? Well, there’s an awesome vinyl shop not too far from here. Maybe you could take him there, talk about music and preferences, stuff like that. Then maybe you could take him to a restaurant. Not too fancy though, Sam’s a simple guy. After that, you could walk around in a park or just the streets, talking a bit more or whatever you’d like.”
You saw Steve listening to all your words carefully and you couldn’t help but laugh at how much he was concentrating.
“Oh my God, dad. It’s just a date, you don’t have to get so nervous about it”, you tried to calm him while he was trying his absolute best not to stress too much about it. After all, Steve trusted you more than anyone, and if you said that Sam wouldn’t resist him, then probably you were right; you were a teenager with an exceptionally great sense for stuff like this.
Eventually, your dad nodded and you basically squealed when you hugged him tightly, already getting excited about the fact that your father was going to have a date. You helped him decide on what kind of clothes to wear and how to ask Sam out in the most natural way possible. When an hour later Steve knocked on your door and came in, actually glowing you knew it was a success. Steve even gave you a high-five, making your arm hurt all afternoon but there was no way you would ruin his happiness. He sat down on the floor with his back against your bed and you bombarded him with several questions, but all he did was blush and mumble. Eventually, you just let him be and started talking about something else, until you both decided it was time for dinner and a shower before going to sleep.
Next day, when the others asked you if you had seen Sam or Steve in the compound, you grinned at them and told them you had a secret to share but they couldn’t tell anyone. Natasha looked at you with raised eyebrows and demanded you to blurt it out, when you finally stood up and announced the breaking news.
“Ladies and gentlemen, it’s happening. These two are finally dating!”, you said, earning surprised and shocked ‘what’s and glares. You just smiled happily, not even hiding how proud of yourself you were. When the shock disappeared and everyone realised what was happening, they started cheering and clapping. Bucky even whistled before shaking his head, laughing.
“They truly needed your help, Y/N. Haven’t met anyone so oblivious as those two in my life.”
Natasha just smiled to herself, then turned to Wanda who looked at her with a wide smile. The whole compound was talking about your dad and his new Romeo and everyone seemed pretty happy that Steve had finally made a move. It was not a big secret that all the Avengers had shipped them since day one and you couldn’t blame them; they were basically meant for each other. They even started planning the wedding and you future siblings, so you just let them be and returned to your room, waiting for your dad to arrive home and tell you everything about his date. You made everyone promise to act like they know nothing when Steve and Sam would return, but you already knew there were no chance they would actually keep the secret.
They had been away for hours when you heard voices from under your window, so you quickly jumped there and looked down just in time to see Sam lean in and kiss your dad. Steve looked red and shy as he kissed back and you silently celebrated in your room, but you basically jumped in your father’s arms when he knocked on your door.
“Does this mean I have to dads now?”, you asked, smirking at Steve who simply laughed.
“I think so.”
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