#Bucky x genderless reader

[bluebusstop]

Platonic! Bucky Barnes x Any gender! Reader

❗❗❗❗TW self-harm❗❗❗❗

Also parental issues, self-esteem problems

You have to admit this unpleasant fact: anxiety chases you wherever you go and whatever you do. It had crawled under your skin so long ago that you don't quite remember the day when it started. Maybe when that little boy with bright smile and modern toys grunted " it seems like you took your clothes out from dumpster"; or maybe when teacher's lips quirked in a mirror reflection of a smile and they said that "you speak too much". Or maybe this twisted feeling in your lungs that appears every time you spend a few hours with Natasha or Tony at the highest floors of Avengers Tower is just conscience? You don't belong here and your miserable little heart understands it more than ever when Clint unblocks the phone to answer his wife's call. They have their families, their friends who they know for a years and at the end, who are you for them? Just a shy friend of Peter: always in baggy clothes, with long striped gloves like it's 2007 again and old black converses, that have seen the crisis of 2008. A friend of Peter, Peter who can fly higher than some birds, Peter who can lift a car with bare hands, Peter with perfect grades in all subjects, Peter with genuine smile and good temper.

Maybe you're a little bit jealous, but to admit it is the same thing as finally confess you're a bad person.

Peter's got superpower. Peter's got cool supportive aunt and life full of risk. He actually does a lot for people around him and strangers - he's a person society needs. Someday he will be standing in a line under the spotlights with the greatest of the greatest (he's already almost avenger, and he's 16!) and you always be a person around the corner in the shades, not even the "guy in the chair". Peter is great, he's sweet and attentive friend but everything was so much easier when he was just Peter Parker, your best friend from school and the nerd next seat (not Spider-Man who saves people and works with real superheroes).

And now you have to deal with strange butterflies when it comes to every member of Avengers, from Bruce to Bucky. Especially Bucky. You felt those butterflies flying high, up to your throat that you couldn't talk when Steve ruffled your hair. You felt birds chirping inside your stomach when Bruce agreed to help you with your chemistry experiment. You felt like falling down when Bucky laughed: "You beat me here, kid". And you think you knew what was all these winces and red cheeks about but again - to admit it you had to confess that you're weak.

Bucky was a man from the past, quite guy who was sitting in the background and listening to others speaking. Until he got used that this life is actually his. No mission, no target. It seems like another month passed on when James Barns started adding comments and even making good old puns. It's not like they invited you on every meeting - something you overheard (yes, it's bad...but cmon, it's avengers themselves!), something you found out from Peter's rambling.

He was treating you extremely carefully from the first day. You knew that he tried to learn how to socialize and be actually nice, but...maybe it's dumb, but still it felt in a special way. He showed you a few useful stances when he saw your struggle in repeating after character from the movie and never ever raised his voice on you. His hugs were the heedfulest - no-one ever hugged you like this.

You would love to be his relative, somehow. Maybe then you would spend hours and days together and you wouldn't feel guilty; maybe he could teach you how to waltz or pick you up from school on his bike (and all of your classmates would gasp and gossip: "who's this attractive man? Do you know him? Is it your brother? Does he has a girlfriend? Or boyfriend?")

But all of these nice scenarios were only a dreams in your little silly head, as you thought, carefully wiping the blade with antiseptic. Today Peter was upset and desperately trying to hide his feelings as deep as possible. But after long assuring talk with Ned, MJ and you he was ready to sing.

"I heard Mr. Stark and Mr. Rogers debate about me," he murmured, "well, about us all, actually"

In that particular moment your heart split into two halves .

"Speak, dumbass" - MJ insisted, her eyebrows creased together. She also spend at least one day in a few weeks in Tower and obviously wasn't happy to hear news that may guarantee her never ever appearing there again.

"Their missions are getting more dangerous. Mr. Rogers said that it would be better for me to...keep doing what I used to do. Just be a nice neighbor Spider-Man. And that it would be better for all of us...to come less often" - there were no life in boy's voice.

Little space of their own in the middle of canteen had become deadly silent. You could hear your poor heart trying to escape it's ribs prison. Ned was looking at Peter with big Bambi eyes, filled with hope.

"You said they were confronting, and that means..."

"Yes, Mr. Stark was harsh at the beginning. But...they think I'm a child. They think..." miserably squished out of himself Peter.

"Legally we all are children," sighed MJ, "but I'm not sure if children are able to save 50 people a day and still manage to keep good grades"

And you all fastly nodded. God, you were so disappointed. Maybe they haven't told you officially yet, but you heard what they really think. Well, Peter heard. But he's trustful, right?

And yes, you wanted some of the things to go back, but...but Bucky and Natasha could have stayed for a longer in your life. And Steve. And Clint. Bruce also.

Thin blade left the red track on your forearm. Nobody needs to know. This is just your relief. Your punishment. Because if you already dropped on yourself and you learned your lesson it's no need for-

You hissed. This one was too deep. Shit. But okay, Chlorhexidine solves all the problems... Disinfector stings.

And when Peter excitingly screams about invitation to Tower the day after all you get is anxiety. Clothes rubbed unhealed wounds and scratches. Earlier you wanted to return home to lock yourself in a room for the rest of the evening, reading and preparing for the test but you couldn't refuse. Maybe it will be the last time when you see Bucky at all.

Peter, Ned, MJ and you arrived at the Tower on peens and needles, expecting dead silence and heavy atmosphere but instead of pokerfaces and "we need to talk", you saw Tony with a pan in a fire.

"Okkay kiddos no homemade anything today. FRIDAY, order pizza for all of us" Tony had washed his hands for a thousand times.

"Seven or eight boxes?" busily inquired AI.

Tony took a look for all the Avengers and kids. His eyes stopped at blushing Ned.

"Twelve"

The room filled with babbling again. You don't know about others, but i felt like a mountain sized stone fell from your shoulders.

Just a usual evening with the mightiest heroes of planet earth (Thor had to solve some questions in Asgard). Telling stories, playing Monopoly (god, how you hated this game, Tony always won!) and Xbox and teaching Steve how to use joystick (finally, he had avoided this for a few months).

You tried not to get included into pillow fights. To be honest, you didn't really want to move at all.

What concerned you that Bucky stared at you for the whole evening with a strange, wistful gaze. You were feeling uncomfortable also from knowledge that if he wanted to observe you, you wouldn't even had noticed you. But Barns wanted to let you know that he has something to say. Well, okay, let it be.

"Second batch of pizza arrived! Who knew that Parker eats more that all of us together," announced Tony with a clap, "I need someone to pick it up and...I need this someone not to be me".

"I will"

Yeah, of course, Bucky volunteered, you thought. Here starts the game.

"I'll help him" You added, rising from the chair.

You felt with your back - Natasha's watching you. It meant that she leaves it up to you were put down in "checkout list".

When you and Bucky got inside the elevator and doors slowly closed silence fell on little space and pressed hard. You threw the man a quick glance. Like carved out of stone...

"Is something wrong? I'm sure you're able of delivering pizza upstairs on your own" you tried to begin a conversation.

Barns was drilling the closed doors in front of him with eyes.

"I'm not sure what is going on with you" ex-soldier slowly turned his head. Behind deep ice eyes was hidden something you couldn't understand, "Once or twice a week you move slower. Also in that days you actually careful with hugs and you don't like when Thor squeezes you tight. I mean, who likes," a bit confused and you snorted, "but the rest of the days you seem okay with it".

You can feel cold sweat running down your spine along with a goosebumps. You take a quick glance at the changing numbers on the screen. Almost 15th floor.

"Something is going on," he continues, staring with his deep blue eyes, "You can't deny it. And today especially. I thought of a physical injury but it's happens to often to be a fight and you never had any noticeable wounds on your face and usually bullies-"

"Stop"

He slowly closed his mouth.

"You don't have to tell me all your logical chain, you know?" Weak laugh. Your hands started to shake.

Bucky pursed his lips.

"FRIDAY helped me with it," reluctantly answered unasked question, "I just never-"

Elevator slowly stopped and the doors opened.

You swiftly made your way to the backdoor exit. Barnes followed you as a inconspicuous shadow.

The pizza boy awkwardly muttered something about price with wide opened eyes and shoved at least 6 boxes right in your hands. You smiled as nicely as you could in that condition and thanked. The rest of the dialogue was covered with fog for you, even more, you felt like put in the depth of ocean. You woke up only after Barns's hand slightly touched your shoulder.

"You good?" He asked with care.

You stared at him with a wet tired eyes.

"I know how hard it can be - when you feel guilt pressing down," he slowly said, eyes looking forward, " And I'm not going to tell Tony or even Steve. But you have to do one thing for me."

You felt relieved for a second, but then anxiety had risen even harder.

"I will train you. If it's about anger, I can help you. If it's something else - we will figure it out," he said bluntly, "But if your self-harm gets worse I would have to tell Tony".

Your heart gladly went up and down like a child on a rollercoaster. You gulped. Tony doesn't have to know...he will look at you even worse...he has already a brilliant student - Peter, and how do you look, standing next to him? Right, pathetic.

You heavily raised you head, leaning to the side and releasing your hand.

"Deal" your voice was trembling.

Barns nodded and firmly shook your hand.

"Deal" he confirmed.

Pile of pizza neatly landed on the floor. Elevator quietly squeaked and the doors slowly opened.

"Shit" you sighed.

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[aliceaddellheidde]

Fatum

A/N: This is for @the-ss-horniest-book-club Lucky in love. March 26 – Success.

WORDS: 1815

WARNINGS: swearing, fluff, smut (graphic, 18+)

PAIRING: Bucky Barnes x reader (eventually) {Soulmates AU}

DISCLAIMERS: Endgame happened, but only Thanos and his peasants died. English isn´t my first language so sorry for mistakes.

Moi, Rai and Parca are genderless & are using they/their pronouns.

This is soulmates au. When you get tattoo, your soulmate gets it as well on same spot. It glows when you touch.

This is multi-chapter story. 15/19

Gif from here

Divider by @rainbowkisses31

~„Good night doll.” he whispered into your hair, letting familiar smell and warmth of your body to lull him into dreams.~

Bucky woke up hours later with you wrapped around his body, his hand on your waist. He tried to move a little bit from you to see your face, but you only hugged him tighter. He was happy that you were so comfy with him next to you until he felt his morning wood getting even harder. That's not how he wanted you to find him first thing in the morning. But he couldn’t stop it. All he could do was to take care of it. He untangled your arms from him and quickly moved from bed. He forgot your legs were also intertwined and he fell on the floor with loud oof.

„Bucky?” you mumbled sleepily. „It´s ok doll. I just fell.” You laughed and went back to sleep. He ran to bathroom, put shower on and wanked off with images of you.

You were hurt when you found Bucky's side of bad empty and cold. Secretly you wanted to wake up in his embrace, to him kissing you and then making you both breakfast. You cursed, got up from bed and went to bathroom. Only when you sat on the toilet you realised you're not alone there. „Bucky!” „Y/N!” You both screamed at same time. „What are you doing here!” he asked. „Pissing.” you sassed and your eyes wondered lower down his body. You got glimpse of his ass and couldn’t take your eyes of it. „Like what you see doll? You look like that Pikachu meme you showed me.” he smirked. You blinked rapidly. „Shut up Borky. And turn away.” He laughed, but obeyed. „I'm gonna check on idiot.” you informed him and left. Bucky exhaled and promptly washed evidence of his release from himself and shower wall.

Dressed in his casual clothes he went down to kitchen, but you weren't there. Not in the living room or cellar with that moron either. Just as he wanted to go back to kitchen, he saw door on his right opened. He thought it´s another cellar and you're looking for food but when he walked in he was shocked.

„Hey Buck, wanna join me?” you asked with beaming smile, swimming in indoor pool. „This house has a pool? How?” „I don’t know. But it´s amazing. Come in.” He was hesitant. „I don’t have swimsuit.” „Neither do I.” He felt himself getting warm and hard again. „Are you … .” He cleared his throat. „Are you naked?” Stupid question, you idiot. Of course she is when none of you have swimwear. You nodded. „Get in already.” you rolled your eyes. Bucky didn't know what came over him, but in mere seconds he was naked in the pool with you. „Now what?” he asked. „Now we can play with a pool noodles and balls. Bucky´s ones tighten up when you reached up to from water for noodles and he caught sight of you ass this time. „Arm yourself.” You threw him one woggle and swam to him. „Loser have to write whole mission report.” „Deal.” „Fight!” you screamed suddenly and hit his head. „C´mon Borky, fight!” He laughed at your childishness and tried to hit you as well but you swiftly dodged. „You missed.” you smirked, hit him again and swam away. He had advantage in speed tho and caught up with you. You felt bang on your head and turn to him. „Using superpowers, I see.” „No. I´m just faster.” „Shut up.” you lightly slapped his chest. „If I´ll dive you now, will I be a winner?” „No! That's cheating. Buck, no!” His hands were on your hips and he was ready to pull you under the water when all of a sudden whole pool lit up and you both gasped. „What the fuck?” you whispered, wide eyes on Bucky's face. His expression was same as yours „You're my soulmate.” he breathed after few seconds. „You have navy-blue stars on your left hip?” you asked. He nodded, inching his body closer to you, his nose in your hair. „It was you. All that time.” „Yes doll. I can´t believe we didn't see it.” You both giggled and you hugged him. It was quiet for a moment when you just indulge in each other presence. „Can I kiss you doll?” he mumbled into our ear. „Please.”

His plump lips pressed into yours tenderly. You closed your eyes and just enjoyed the moment. Your body was getting hot, heartbeat abnormal, ears rang, your tattoo lighted even more and you swore your soul was like in heaven. You almost physically felt a click when it connected with Bucky's. All of it was too much and you started to cry. He took your face into his palms and pecked your nose. „I love you Y/N.” he said sincerely with teary eyes. „Love you Bucky.” you spoke softly and kissed him again. „We should go out of the water.” „Good idea.” But neither of you let go of the other one. „Hold tight baby.” he told you and you wrapped around him like a bear. He came out from the pool with ease, took your clothes and marched to bedroom.

„Make love to me James.” you pleaded once he put you on bed. „Are you sure?” „Yes. I wanted you for so long.” He looked into your eyes before they closed in delight as he kissed your neck. „You have to let me go babe. I can´t move.” You blushed and let your limbs fell on the bed. Bucky's lips travelled from your shoulder, through your chest all the way to your breasts. „You skin is so soft. And it smells so heavenly.” His rough hands cupped your tits gently and his tongue touched your hardened nipple. You arched your back closer to his face and he smiled, his teeth grazing your skin. You moaned loudly when he sucked your nub and his fingers played with the other one. „More Buck, please.” He shushed you with moving to your other breast, giving it same care. Your hands ruffled his hair and occasionally pulled, making him moan around your teat. You grinned to yourself. „Gosh you are beautiful.” He kissed your lips and kept going down your body again, nipping at your skin, gripping your sides, moving his fingers from your back to your belly and you were shivering from temperature difference.

He was right between your legs, holding them tight. „You're dripping doll.” he smirked. You groaned and your body jerked forward as his tongue licked and sucked your inner thighs and everywhere else, but your clit where you wanted him the most. He spread your lips and took long stroke from your hole to your clit. You lifted your hips, but he pushed you back into mattress. „Fuck baby. Look at you.” He squeezed your thighs, dipping his tongue deep inside of you, brushing his metal fingers around your pussy before he pushed two of them into you. „So tight, fuck. So warm doll.” He started to move them in and out in steady pace, his tongue finally playing with your clit. „It feels so good Buck.” Your nails were leaving red marks on his biceps and your legs opened for him even more. He was licking and sucking, using his muscle the way you needed and shortly after he added third finger, you came hard, moaning his name. He took everything you gave to him, latching on you until you stopped shaking. You looked at him. His beard was covered in your juices, eyes shining. „That was amazing.” You caressed his cheek and pulled him to you. Your fingers briskly moved over his chest and packs to his hard member. His breath hitched. „Let me return the favour.” „You don’t have to.” „I want to.” You stroked him in slow movements and batted your lashes. „I´ll not last it you do it.” he admits. „You want to be inside of me, right?” you asked teasingly, tightening your grip. He sobbed a little and nodded. „You want me to moan and scream your name? Make me come all around you perfect cock?” „Yes.” „Then do it.”

You positioned him in front of your hole and he slowly sunk in, you both devouring every part of it. He was wide and long and for a second you thought he´ll not fit. But you were his soulmate. He was made for you and you for him. Not only in bed, but in life as well. The fact itself made you cry and Bucky panicked. „Did I hurt you doll?” he asked worriedly. „No babe. I´m just overhelmed.” „Me too love. Me too.” He bottomed up bit by bit, filling you to the brim. „You're amazing.” he murmured into your mouth as he kissed you. „I love Buck.” You moved your hips against his, and your belly twisted. „Move please.” And he did. Sweet and delicately first, his fingers stroking every millimetre of your skin, his face nuzzled in crook of your neck. Then you took handful of his ass and pushed him roughly against you. He huffed, quickened the pace and sucked hickey under your ear. You moaned and moved with him in perfect symphony. „You little minx.” he growled when your nails traced from his shoulders to his bum, leaving him shuddering above you. You were playing with his hair, pulling hard, while he kneaded your breasts and instinctively moved his thumb on your clit once he felt your belly tensing. His thrusting became more erratic, harsh and you came undone screaming his name. „Yes, just like that baby. Just like that. Oh fuck!” he panted as his hot, thick cum covered your trembling walls. He smiled at you widely and put damp hair away from your face. „That was perfect. You are perfect.” he kissed you fondly. „You´re perfect too, my soulmate.” You saw small tears in his eyes and he sniffled. „Yours. And you're mine.” He slowly pulled out and lied next to you. You both basked in peaceful bliss.

„We didn't use any protection.” he said after few minutes. „I'm on pills, clean.” „I'm clean too. Not many women wanted to … . Never mind. I don’t need them any more. I got myself the best one.” „I´ll kill if any of them will flirt with you.” „No need doll. What we need now tho, is shower.” You giggled and stood up. „You're dripping baby.” he said, eyes trailing down the leaking jizz. „Because you came in me!” „And I would do it again if you let me!” „Shower sex?” You squealed at how fast Bucky picked you up and carried you to bathroom.

For the rest of the day you were just chilling and waiting for Nat and Clint to pick you up.

[maladaptive-ninja-returns]

It’s The Avengers (03x08)

Loki x Reader Avengers The Office AU (Slowwwwww Burn)

Season 3 Episode 08: We Are Going Knowhere

Series Summary: Living in the Avengers facility post-apocalypse in a better timeline   Tony Stark has decided to capture every moment by pulling The Office on the Avengers. All of housemates are pretty used to the idea except for you, who had just come here to finish her degree, and the newest member- Loki.

Warnings: oooof!!!

Word Count:I sound so bad for actually turning happy that there was a positive patient in our block because that would increase the chances of my neighbourhood undergo a strict lockdown and then I wouldn’t have to go to work. My fam doesn’t understand this but I need some time with myself to recharge for good and so they look at me like I am posessed.

MASTERLIST in bio, darlings. Tags are open (check bio)

The lens focused from its blurriness over to the kitchenette where Bucky stood making himself some coffee.

Scott: Are we rolling? *nods* Cool. *clears throat* So turns out that there is another unspoken romance waiting to bloom in our midst and as a hopeless romantic with an engineering degree I am utterly disappointed in myself for not figuring it out sooner. *looks at some invisible void in the distance* Well, I would have if I wasn't so obsessed with my other couple goal. I would have. *smiles at the void* *speaks softly* those two almost gave me a heart attack last night!

A sweat-drenched Steve walked in after a run around the facility. "Hey," he greeted Bucky before turning towards the dorms. "Hey," Bucky greeted back while pouring his coffee and looking at America's ass strut down the lounge in those grey track pants that were just the right amount of tight across those butt cheeks jiggling down the hall while the camera caught that steaming hot coffee colour the -otherwise spotless- white island brown as Bucky's eyes and heart skipped with that booty while his hands holding the coffee pot forgot what they were supposed to do. Scott entered the lounge to find that coffee dripping down everywhere while Bucky was lost. "Watch out, Buck," he called out, breaking the Captain's trance on this Seargent, "your gay is showing."

Scott: *contemplates* huh...I should get that on a t-shirt.

"I don't get it. He's your best friend. Why don't you just ask him out?" Scott bit into an apple and looked at Bucky mopping up the result of his gaze and one sexy booty. "I can't ask him out because he is my best friend, Scott," Bucky sighed. "It was kinda easy to do this charade back in our day. Now, everyone is out of the closet like-" "Like your everyday lounging shorts," Scott added, getting a nod agreement from Bucky. "And I'm not even sure if he looks at me the same way." Scott had to look at the camera after on real slow blink in Bucky's direction.

Scott: *inhales while keeping his palms together in front of his face* Boy, do I have news for you! *opens his hands and tries to stop the excitement from making him scream* That dude literally fought Nazis for you! TWICE! And then brought you back to f****ng life! *tries not to cry* *whispers* Dude! Why are my OTPs so f****ng dumb!

On Our Trip to Knowhere The camera showed Lulu trying to swim in the sea of berries in a crate while popping one in his mouth whenever Loki wasn't looking. "If the merchant asks for mixed berries I'm going to sell you off to him," Loki announced from the cockpit. Well, at least Lulu thought he wasn't looking. The distraught and drooping fluff looked at you for any sign that this wasn't true. "No, he won't," you mouthed and shook your head before turning back to co-pilot - well, whatever was remaining of- the spaceship Loki had bargained from the last station. Putting the coordinates in for his stop, he turned around and brought his hands together and did one loud clap. "Alright. Everyone listen up. There are some things you need to take care of when-" You moaned incredibly loud, dramatically your head in every possible direction. "Uuuggghhhahaaaarrgggghh!!" "What." "We have heard this befoooore!" "And you will hear it again! Because Knowhere is dangerous. It has all kinds of filth gathered here hiding in the dark wh-" You wanted to groan one more time but something in the vast emptiness before you caught your eyes and took your breath away. "What...is that?!" your voice barely got out while a smirk landed on Loki's lips with a shine in his eyes. The camera quickly came forward to record what seemed like a gigantic skull being the bed of inhabitants floating in the dark of the space. From where its eyes were supposed to be, was a cavern lit with life inside while sizeable pods came and left from the jaw and ears. "That, my dear, is Knowhere," Loki declared softly, quite mesmerised for a moment by this look of awe in your eyes, "land of the lawless created when the Dark God Knull used his All Black sword to decapitate a Celestial. Seeing as the rotting skull was worth quite something to someone in some part of the universe, a notorious group by the name Tivan decided to make this their base. And as opposed to their demeanour, they are quite a dangerous group of underworld criminals, mind you." Loki had to turn his head and look at you when he did not get anything in response and found you sit there a shade lighter, looking right at the skull where you were headed. "Surely we'll be safe if we avoid that group, right?" You looked at him for a seed of hope to get out of this alive. "Right, Loki?"

Loki: *presses his lips together* *snickers* *lets the chortle slip his mouth* *guffaws for the next minute with tears streaming down his eyes while holding onto his stomach* One minute later Loki: *clears his throat* *wipes the tears from his eyes* Ah! I love humans!

"Oh, sweetheart," Loki practically sang a soft note in your direction with a gentle head tilt, "we are going to meet their leader."

The Lounge Team "Hey, would...you...like...ss-coffee?" The camera shifted from a disconcerted Bucky barely standing by the kitchenette on his wobbly legs to an encouraging- though a little disappointed- Scott standing there while Wanda sat on one of the barstools by the wall and witnessed the whole practice unfold. "Bucky, sweety," Scott pressed ever so sweetly, placing his hand on the island in his direction, "Steve would always like a coffee for his rat-like heart. We have to get him to have that coffee with you! Make him know that you want to have that coffee alone with him. Want to hold hands with him. Want to let him know how much you care for him. Want t-" "Want to let him know how much you want to bang him," Wanda commented, taking Scott by surprise. "How long have you been sitting there?" The Ant-Man asked with a hand on his chest. "Long enough," she shrugged while popping roasted almonds in her mouth. "Bucky, all you need to do is declare you like him. Rest will be easy peasy, lemons in vodka squeezy." 

Natasha: *tsks*Совсем беда с парнями. Без нас ни один из них даже не узнал бы, что второй жив. Wanda: *giggles* Ты бы видела, как Баки сегодня себя вёл в общей комнате, весь такой смущённый. Даже в глаза Стиву не мог взглянуть, не краснея. В конце концов он просто взял, молча пододвинул Стиву кружку кофе и ушёл — а у самого из ушей так пар и валит. Natasha: *rolls her eyes* Мои зверята и то сообразительней, чем эти двое. Wanda: *gasps* У тебя есть питомцы?! Natasha: *no change in emotion* Как-нибудь познакомлю. Так вот, возвращаясь к теме парней: ты замечала, что как только Баки заходит в комнату, Стив прямо весь тает? Wanda: *wide eyes* Замечала, и не только! Он только взглянет на Баки, как у него в голове начинает играть музыка из фильма "История любви", а перед глазами волосы Баки развеваются, как в рекламе шампуня. *blushes* *clears throat*  Да, и еще он почему-то переставляет себе, что на Баки из одежды только красные стринги. Natasha: *a big, toothy laugh* АХАХАХАХА!

Knowhere There were smoke and liquor everywhere the cameras swerved. There were creatures young and old, weak and bold, gathered to gamble, fight, rave, smuggle, hide. Anything unordinary you could think was there. From genderless strippers to non-binary fighters- the far corner filled with one hollered at the other, whistling, catcalling, making signs that you did not want to know the meaning of. Loki, on the other hand, was enjoying all fifty expressions your face reflected at the scenic view of the inside of Knowhere. Lulu, though mesmerised by the lights everywhere and blown away by the flying pods, still hung to your shoulder. If he had eyes, you were sure they would be wide open with their focus just on those flying machines as he made crackling noises at them. Javi caught you flinch and jump away from a creature looking like a six-year old's version of Satan but in green. Satan growled at you before pretending to bite you and lick those yellow fangs of his while he chortled with his equally appalling buddies. "Kin sibe nom torra," Satan rolled his R's while gurgling through his throat at you- someone who had no idea what that guy was talking about while trying to fiddle through your bag to find those earpieces the Hardy boys had provided you. "Ugh, is this what Clint has to go through?" That Satan dude stepped closer to you, driving you two steps back. All the onlookers could feel the sudden rush as they watched you stand one step away from backing into a murky wall while Satan smirked his dirty smirk at you, taking one potential step before Loki stepped in to put a hand on his chest. "Ukt sast nom kore grata," the God practically sang before parting his fingers with that chest while his face screamed 'yucky'. Just as he uttered those words, that smug grin on Satan's face got washed away to show confusion and fear eroding in those beady eyes. "Sica rom ni froa," Loki gestured him to walk away with a kind smile before turning to look at you with your jaw unhinged just a little. "Wha-how...what was that?" "Oh, they were catcalling you in the most vulgar way possible," Loki replied, looking at the address in his navigation device. "....okay? And?" "And-" he clicked the device close and pointed at a distant pathway- ever so casually with the other hand in his pocket- "I told them to only ask you to go with them if they liked getting their heads eaten when you orgasm." And the Silvertongue walked away, leaving that jaw to unhinge a bit more.

You: *grunts* now I wish I could do that *crosses arms in disappointment* *camera pans out to show Loki standing by your side, looking at you like a lost cause* Loki: This is why you do not have a lover You: *huff* *repeat his lines to him louder* this is why you do not have a lover!

The Collector's Den There were no guards on doors, something you thought would be a default scene considering you were walking into the Space Illuminati Warlord's lair. The neon colours breathing around you from creatures and elements unknown were too much for the eyes to deal with in one go. But it all seemed to be toned down to normal when your entire body felt itself jerk to prevent a heart attack at the sight of the four feet high and three feet wide head preserved in a tank right next to the entrance. "That's...one way to greet people," you muttered, your eyes still on that creature while your legs followed Loki further into the appropriately-named Collector's business place.  "Marvelous!" A voice boomed in the house of Tivan and you had to pull yourself back to the front, stepping closer to Loki to witness a creature anatomically very similar to a human walk towards your group with a pep in his step. "Finally someone who knows the worth of the head of a dark celestial." The white hair on his head stood as straight as a distraught anime character along with his brows. His lips were what caught your attention with an apparent thin tattoed line running down the middle, ending right before the chin. If that wasn't enough to make anyone wonder what in hell was this creature, the sudden whip of his cape was the last straw to help you innocent ones realise this one was the mad kind. "Tell me, oh beautiful one-" he bowed in front of you his hands going back in the air like a ballerina- "what do you think of that head?" You looked at Loki for some help. He simply shrugged and put his pale fingers on his lips, leaving the floor to you. "...that it's...big?" "It's hideous," the Collector grumbled. "A beauty like you should not have to see something so indigestible. EVER!" He whipped his cape again, making you shoot your brows up and turn towards the camera.

You: Ooooohohoho *giggle* my God! This guy is more dramatic than any theatre majors I have EVER seen! *gasps* Oh- Loki: No! We are not taking him to earth to meet theatre nerds. You:  You: *slump back* *grumble*

"Welcome to the humble abode of this mere creature that goes by the name Taneleer Tivan. Address me as you wish your grace. Your husband has been our esteemed partner for quite the time in this space." There was nothing but a slow blink that escaped you at the thought of the mafia lord thinking you were Loki's wife. Then, a finger rose in question at the audacity of that white-haired baboon reaching to that conclusion just by seeing you two together. "Okay, excuuuuse me," you started off with bubbling rage, "first of all, you have amazing eyesight for noticing I'm beautiful. And second of all, your partner wishes!"

Taneleer: *narrows eyes at the camera, oblivious* I am confusion

Loki simply rolled his eyes before touching a windchime next to him. "I see you still have your spies on a decent payroll, Tivan. Was it the Kou-Gare that boarded with us on the shuttle from the last station? Or was it the Djinn you had your clan's symbol etched on his back?" Taneleer blinked quite fast before breaking into a chortle, his head thrown back and his hands flailing. "You are still the same shrewd Silvertongue! I told them you would find out sooner or later." The camera focused on your expression- a swirl of shock and thrill. "But I do have to ask," he sang before turning to you, circling you like a cat, "where did you find this one? And what was so special about her that she got to stand by the side of the God of Mischief." He practically purred inside your hair while taking a sniff as you stood there frozen, looking at Loki for some sort of escape. "She is a human, Tivan," Loki called out, still looking at the windchime that refracted light into a colourful rainbow all over Loki's skin. And like a good chameleon, Taneleer's colours changed while Loki looked smug for the camera, his back still turned to you and the Collector. "By your Gods and mine! If she is a human how is she more alluring than you?!"

You: *smug* If I had a mic? I'd drop it. *still acts out a mic drop*

The colours on Loki's face washed away as fast as they had come. His lips forming as many different-sized Os as they possibly could. "What? WHAT?!" Taneleer simply nodded, observing you like an art connoisseur from a respectable distance. "Say, my ever-enchanting one-" with a leg bent out, he bowed to take your hand in his- "would you bestow upon this meagre merchant the honour to honour you by studying your essence?" "Okay, that's it," Loki muttered before covering the distance in two strides and breaking away that unwanted hand-holding; smacking away Taneleer's hand while taking yours and holding it in his. "You," he pointed his finger at the collector while the camera focused on his hand holding your wrist, "you are going to help me-" Taneleer parted his lips to say something before being shut by Loki's words- "BECAUSE you owe me for saving your life!" And then the God turned to you, the distance between the two of you lesser than Lulu lying on the ground. He was in fact lying on the ground, trying to make angels in something clearly invisible to the human eyes. "And you," Loki announced softer than he wanted to, his eyes locked onto yours. For the moment there, that was all it was. His greens shining like a freshly washed forest from rain shining under the new sun. And your eyes were the treasure quarry of y/e/c stones buried under the water looking up at that forest hiding both the light and darkness inside it. Seconds passed. Both Taneleer and the camera looked at each other for answers before the former slowly dragged his wine glass from the table to the edge, letting it fall and clunk on the floor, loud enough to break the God out of a trance. "You will stay here with Lulu. Do not cause trouble till I get back." Authority in his voice, he inhaled a lungful before furrowing his brows- trying to understand what had just happened- and turning to walk away. "Who's Lulu?" Taneleer was curious. You seemed to pop right out of your own trance by the question, beaming at the collector before picking up Lulu in your arms to let him purr in your embrace. "My baby." Taneleer took the appearance of little hairy creature in. "So much hair...or fur?" before turning to Loki, waiting for a second and then following him. "I told you not to take those drugs during your sexual endeavours for information extraction, Silvertongue."

The Lounge The flatscreen was muted, showing you sleeping in the back of the spaceship Loki just bargained for cheap. Your lips were parted and you were drooling all over the blanket underneath you while Loki set the ship on autopilot to come to take a look in the back. Javi was asleep too, with Lulu in his arms, both of them sprawled on the seats bunched up together by the last owner. What Loki did not realise- or did not bother to validate- was that the cameras were still running; those electronic bugs with space technology still buzzing around the temporary gravity.  He stood next to the makeshift bed of crates bunched together for you to sleep over, snoring loud enough to make Lulu's head vibrate in the direction of the voice. The camera focused on the screen when the expression on Loki's face bore a look barely ever seen before- soft. He was on his knees, putting the blanket wrinkled in your arms over your shoulder, securing it on both sides before moving a stray strand of your hair away from your face. He said something, apparently to you, but the only thing the camera in the lounge caught was the moving lips before frantically shifting between the screen and Natasha, Wanda, Scott and flustered Bucky; neither of them catching the lens' drift to look at the screen. Natasha and Wanda watched from the sofa as Scott still tried to get Bucky to open up a little more. "I can't watch this anymore," Natasha grumbled to Wanda with an emotionless face towards the two men, "just tell me when he comes." "Oh, oh, oh, he's coming," Wanda whispered, poking Natasha before transforming her excitement back to a dull sober self.

Wanda: So, I can always tell where this man is in the house. He does this thing where he will pick up a theme from something he is into lately and his brain keeps playing it on repeat. Last night Natasha made him watch Phineas and Ferb and so *flails her hands* *smirks* it's going to be the title sequence all day. *turns her smile into a fine line of distaste* and thanks to her I no longer have to listen to Never Gonna Give You Up for another week.

"Hey, Bucky," Natasha called out the ex-winter soldier as loud as possible, "I'm proud that you came out of the closet buddy! You should be proud of being bi. We are here with you." She clicked her tongue and finger-gunned him. Confused but delighted at the gesture, Bucky shared a chuckle with an equally excited Scott. "Thanks, Nat. But I don't know how will be able to tell to-" he turned just enough to let his eyes catch Steve standing frozen by the lounge entrance-"...Steve."

Tivan's Den "This is crazy. And so cool?! I wish I had the means to collect all the weird things around the world." Lulu chirped at you while tapping at the glass that had a pink coloured female inside it while you- bright-eyed and enthralled by the extraordinary roamed about the place, looking at the gems and flora, bugs and skeletons around this place. One little piece of quartz caught your attention for it had waves inside it as if clear water was kissing the pale dull sand on a clear beach and making it come to life. Your hand went for that crystal when you felt your brain jerk you back. "Ooooh, we're not supposed to touch anything. I don't want to be stuck in a death game again," you muttered before pouting at the crystal and walking away. Away from that shelf to turn and find yourself facing a golden music box and shrieking as low as possible. Lulu raised himself where he stood before leaping towards the shelf you were fangirling about. "Lulu, look!" You whispered in heated excitement, your toes barely keeping you on the ground, "a music box with Loki's helmet on it! You think it belongs to him?"

Lulu cautiously moved closer to the box sniffing it like a curious cat, pausing for a bit before rubbing his head with the precious trinket. "Okay. So, you approve!" You clapped and picked the box up. "Aw! You think little Loki got this as a gift on one of his birthdays?" Winding the lever as far as it went, you refrained from squirming as you opened it. A sweet sound was followed by Lulu's camera catching a hairpin inside the box. The camera caught the expression of pure awe on your face that was looking at the intricate designs on that hairpin while also catching a cloud emerging behind you that was slowly morphing into a figure; something you were not aware of. Lulu, on the other hand, seemed to feel the presence as the camera jerked and a hiss came out of the little one in the direction of the figure that was out of focus but slowly walking towards your back. "It's beautiful!" You whispered. "Do you think it belongs to his...mom, Lulu?" Another hiss came out of Lulu and this time you turned your gaze up in confusion at him. "I sure hope it does," an echo of a voice called out from behind you, making you shriek, jump away from that direction, hit your head in the shelf in front of you so hard that you went limp and fell down with one loud thump.

Back Where the Boys Are The back room of the Collector's den was rather more sophisticatedly decorated than the marketed front; not to mention the equally more bizarre antiquities surrounding the room as the God and one human entered. "I need a tool to break me out of these," Loki declared while directed Taneleer's gaze towards his handcuffs. Taneleer raised his brows and tapped his fingers onto each other. "Looks like someone forgot the key during their playtime!" A snicker left Javi and Loki almost lost it. "Why does everyone keep thinking I would voluntarily shackle myself to these forsaken cuffs!" "How many people have pointed that out by now?" Taneleer asked while supporting his weight on the nearest shelf. Loki shoved off the question, paused, blinked and then huffed. "Five," he muttered. Javi tskd from where he stood, signing something with one hand. "That Terran says eleven," Taneleer pointed out, now judging the God with his narrowed eyes. "Do not jest me, Collector!" "Jest you! You, the God of riding SOLO with nothing but self-preservation in your blood, trodding in space all mighty with a beautiful Terran and you expect the fauna to not suggest something titillating going between the two of you?!" The eye-roll Loki felt, almost made the audience wonder if they would disappear in the back of his head. "There is nothing going on between me and her. She's just. A friend." The most dramatic gasp came out of the Collector, his hand going over to his trembling lips. "He used the f-word," the poor mafia lord whispered to himself. "What? I have had friends before," Loki shrugged through his shoulders, not making eye contact with his company before getting conscious of the camera. "Oh, name one friend besides me who hasn't exploited you for their own wishes!" "Can we please get back to busi-" "That's because you don't have any-" "Peter!" Loki blurted out of nowhere before realisation hit his face and made a split-second eye contact with the camera before composing himself. "His name is Peter and if anything happened to him, I would kill everyone and then myself. Remember that." The weight in his words seemed to shift the power in the room, impressing the Collector beyond what he asked for. "Yes, yes! Don't boil your blood over it," Taneleer sang rather sweetly, swinging his hips and humming something. "Well? Are you going to help me or not?!" Loki huffed. "Give me back whatever grace I left with you." Taneleer muttered something that was not audible to the God.  "You did what?!" Taneleer groaned. "How do you have such sharp ears?" "YOU SOLD MY GRACE!!!" "Well, not sold so much as bartered for a nice sample of a fae's DNA. So, I'd say it was a good deal." The collector was in the middle of turning to face the God when he felt himself being shoved into the wall behind him by Loki. "You are-" Loki hissed- "going to get me-" and grabbed his throat- "out of these shackles-" and tightened his grip on the OverLord- "or this is the last thing you will see before you die." The Collector winced and croaked for air, begging through his eyes when Loki let go just enough for him to speak. Wheezing for as much air as possible, the Collector looked at the God with eyes of a mercy-seeking peasant. "Now, now, my sweet God! If you kill me...who will save your precious friend out there?"

to be continued...

[wordynerdygurl]

Ensnared

Author’s Note:  Hi everyone!  Truth time, I haven’t been feeling very inspired.  My little empathetic soul has really struggled with all the turmoil in the world and then my uncle passed away.  So, it’s been a struggle to write anything, much less focus on the bigger works I’ve got in progress.  So, forgive me my delayed posting, and enjoy this little One Hour drabble challenge my friend @sammy-jo1977​ and I decided to goof off with! Pairing:  The Winter Soldier x Reader (genderless)

Summary/ Prompt:  @sammy-jo1977​ and I pulled a prompt from Pinterest, “Imagine being unexpectedly cornered by your favorite character.  They tilt your chin up to make you meet their intense gaze as they press forward against you, lean in so close you can feel their hot breath on your ear, and purr, “Do you have any idea what I want to do to you?” Warnings:  Intensity, chase/ hunt vibes, implied smut

You were caught.  You knew it and still you chafed against the idea.  Giving in wasn’t really in your nature, surrender a foreign concept.

How long have you been on the run now?  Days, weeks, months?  It was a blur that was ending abruptly as you heard the heavy footfalls draw nearer to your hiding place.

No words were spoken.  There was no need.  He could almost smell the heady mixture of fear and exhilaration, tangy like overripe fruit, that rolled off of you.  It was a scent he’d been following for too long. Now it was so close.  Just behind the flotsam and jetsam of broken down boxes and discarded wood, huddled and hidden, you were crouched like an over tight spring.  

Set to snap, dagger in hand, panting, you waited for the inevitable confrontation.  Seconds dragged as you strained to hear your approaching hunter, each sound more important than the last as you judged the distance and direction of your hunter. Oh, to have his patience.  It was a snap decision that brought you to this place, this transitional, untethered existence.  If you hadn’t run who knew where you’d be?  Rest assured it would not be in the dank smelling basement of this run down warehouse. He stopped, treads crunching against the dusty concrete, ears straining.  Your breath was small little puffs of vapor, rhythmic and raw, and if he focused just right they would lead him right to you. Bending your knee, you adjusted your stance, sweaty palm tightening on the well worn handle of your blade.  It was enough movement for him to swing his dark eyes your way, narrowing in on your location, outting yourself for the last time.  

Instinct made you jump just as the flimsy barrier hiding you was ripped away.  You swung, knife flashing in the low light, catching the soft skin of his bicep.  His answering grip on your left hand, twisting it cruelly, was enough to make you cry out. Driving you hard into the brick wall behind you, his metal hand wrapped around your throat, you clawed at him, struggling to free yourself.  Your eyes widened as he pressed the air from your windpipe, exerting control over you, relishing the way you fought against him.  Dropping you to the floor, his leather clad hips pressed against your own, the Winter Soldier leaned close, sniffing at your sweat soaked skin.  Crowded by him, his larger than life presence looming over you in the gloom, you sense his hot breath against your neck.  A hand, his hand, ghosts over your ribs, the heat of his touch scorching you through the second skin of your shirt.

Hitching in your throat, your breath died as his fingers curled under your chin, lifting your eyes to his.  Intense and focused, you watched as he smiled darkly, his gaze locked with your own.  In that voice, the one that made your insides vibrate, Bucky husked into the shell of your ear, “Do you have any idea what I want to do to you?” You whimper.  It’s over.  He’s won.  And you feel that surrendering feeling, the caving in, as his hand holds you still and his tongue tastes your lips.  Whatever you were running from is forgotten as familiar palms lift your legs to straddle his pelvis, your arms curling behind his strong neck.  Heavy and hard, The Winter Soldier claims you with his mouth, hungry and hot. With a clunk you hear your dagger drop, forgotten, as you melt into the man in front of you.  How long had it been?  Days, weeks, months?  How had you lived without his touch?  His taste?  He felt the moment you gave in, relishing it.  You were his.  And he was never going to let you go again.

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[swooning-for-harvey]

I wrote a short wholesome fanfic that is reader x Bucky. Does not contain any dates spoilers, as it's set before Steve goes back. It's genderless as it's in first person and does not use nah pronouns for the reader.

[andyl394]

Happy you’re here (2/?)

Summary: You didn’t actually know who you were, rescued from H.Y.D.R.A, you suffered Dissociative Amnesia. The Avangers helped you, now was time for you to help Bucky.  

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,725

Warnings: Cursing(a lot, like... A LOT), Fluff(?), claustrophobia mention, dead body mention, violence mention. 

A/N: Ok, I tried, I SWEAR. Well, I’m just bored so.... Yeah. BTW, there’s a Bucky P.O.V. Sorry about any mistakes, as I said on part 1, english is not my natural language (Also, let me know if you guys want me to try to make Y/N genderless, since the characters reffer you as “she/Her”) 

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

“You did what?” Bruce almost screamed at Steve

“I introduced Y/N to Bucky. You’ve met him before, he wouldn’t hurt her!”

“Of course he wouldn’t. She would kick his ass.” Natasha said with a smirk while crossing her legs. Everyone was there, minus you and Bucky.

“See?” Steve knew she was right; it was hard to someone to beat you up. Impossible, actually. Your reflexes and speed were really good, even Pietro wouldn’t be able to harm you. Since you always knew where he was appearing, not even you understood how.

The abilities you acquired from your years in H.Y.D.R.A stayed, like the scars. To remind you that you’ve done things before, you just didn’t remember what.

“That’s not the point, Steve. The point is that anything can trigger her to remember what she had passed! Nat, do you remember how you found her? Wanda, do you remember what you saw?” Both woman nodded tensely

“She can’t see that… Never.”

“So what do you want us to do? To keep her or the Soldier locked in their rooms? The Captain here didn’t do something wrong. I saw Buck in the corridor with Y/N. Again, that weird person gained one of us. For the first time, he wasn’t looking like a grumpy angst teen.” Bruce sighed while massaging the bridge of his nose; he had a soft spot for you. Maybe because at the start you would always go to him and Steve when you didn’t know how to use things or what to do, when you had cute silly questions, when you discovered something new or etc.

“I know, Tony. However, she already has trigger words. We discovered three in these past years. She had nightmares that kept her awake for months; the memories were trying to come back. All of them had to do with H.Y.D.R.A, but there aren’t only words. Anything that remind her of that can trigger the memories.” He stopped for a moment, seeing that he got everyone’s attention “And I’m not only worried with her. Bucky also may suffer because of this. We all know him, he couldn’t even look to ours faces last year. And if he find out he might help her remember? And If the trigger words aren’t just to make her remember her past, but also turned her into the weapon?”

“Is a big IF, doctor.” Clint said, remembering how Bucky’s mood changed as soon as he saw you “She’s good to people, maybe is one of her powers or just how she is. But just like us, he also needs her.”

“What you’re still doing here, Princess Merida?” Your laugh broke the tense silence, FRIDAY had warn you about the reunion you had to go, after showing all the tower to Buck, that was still on the door. As if he didn’t know if he was supposed to enter the room.

“Actually, Steve called all of us, Y/N” Natasha voice made you turn your head quickly to the woman getting up to catch you as you hugged her

“Peter!” You screamed, hearing Sam and Pietro laugh

“Peter?” Wanda asked while glancing at the men she was sitting next to, Vision, her boyfriend.

“I think Y/N made a pun about “Black Widow” using Mr. Parker as a reference.”

“You thought right, my dear evil Smurf.” Steve pulled Buck to enter the room, but he didn’t know what to do. First, because he was too amazed by how you were opened to everyone, how each people smiled when seeing you. Second, because he didn’t know why he was there since it looked like a friend’s reunion.

“Guys, I called you to warn that Bucky is staying with us.”

“Bubbles, let him sit, first. You’re making him uncomfortable.” People laughed while Steve rolled him eyes, letting go of Buck’s shoulders. He almost let a sigh of relief come out of when he heard you coming to rescue him.

“Thank you.” He whispered, sitting in the chair you indicated, right at your side. Pietro glanced at him with a not so friendly gaze, but he got distracted when you winked at him, smiling sweetly

“Any time, love” He didn’t know why he was smiling all goofy. Steve was happy to see you there, making him truly smile in less than a minute.

Bucky was still paying attention to you when Steve continued to talk, making both of you stare at the Captain.

“Well, you all know Buck- Yes, Y/N?”

“Where was I when he first came?” Steve blushed, remembering what he send you to do, so you didn’t get caught in the small war it had between all of them.

“Remember that mission in Brazil?”

“You mean the one you send me to, that I stayed almost three months chasing a non-existing thing? That one?” Everyone laughed at your bitter answer, you almost punched Steve when you returned.

“Yes, that one.” He sighed “Well, I didn’t call everyone just for informing of Buck, unfortunately. Natasha and I found a base that might been used by H.Y.D.R.A and that is possible being activated again, and we are going to need help with this. Y/N, you know I wouldn’t call you for something involving… it. But, we fear that they might have files of you.”

Bucky glanced surprised at you, he didn’t thought that where you had suffered was H.Y.D.R.A, just like him.

You smiled comfortably at Steve, nodding calm with your head.

“I know, Stevie.”

“You don’t need to go if you don’t want you, nether you or Bucky. We are just informing, since involve both of you…”

“I’ll go.” Bucky said, a weird protective feeling growing inside his chest towards you.

“Well, I never run from a good fight, anyways… When?”

“Tomorrow, we need to make sure they don’t have your files.” After all, you were their most important, dangerous weapon, years had passed, and still, you hadn’t discovered all of your powers.

“Okay… Buttercup, I’ll introduce you to Buckbeak, c’mon.” You got up, when seeing that there wasn’t more anything to discuss. Buck looked into everyone’s small smiles when he also got up and you grabbed his wrist, knowing that they were going to talk something more. You always knew. “Sam, you still own me a rematch.”

“You lost?!” Pietro gasped, making you laugh and stop at the door, seeing Sam look at his own shoes embarrassed

“He ran.” You left the room full of people laughing, just like you wanted.

“You were captured Hydra?” He asked while you jogged to catch the elevator, you waited him entry the machine to answer.

“Well, as far as I know. Steve said that Nat rescued me from one of their oldest base. But as I said, I don’t remember.”

“Did they… Mess with your brain?” You stopped for a second, thinking about that question. Did they?

Your head started to ache when flashes of weird and old machines appeared, you saw metal, bright lights, loud screams and pain.

Mostly, pain.

Bucky studied you for a moment, feeling bad when seeing your eyes shut quickly as if you were in pain, frowning your brows and heavily breathing.

“I-… I don’t… Maybe… I can’t remember, sorry.” You whispered, slowly opening your eyes, remembering that you had nightmares about that kind of stuff before.

“I’m the one supposed to apologize, Doll.” A smile covered your lips when hearing his worried voice

“I’m O.K, Buttercup. It happens sometimes. Bruce says that are just some memories trying to force their ways to my mind. Anything can trigger them, so… Yeah”

“Like… Trigger words?” You snapped your head at him, surprised with the precision of his words.

“Exactly. Until now, we found three. Two of them are in Portuguese, the other is in Russian. Nat found it when she was angry at Tony, so she kind of snapped and said “walls” in Russian.” You started to walk towards the living room, next to the kitchen. “FRIDAY, can you please put Harry Potter for us?”

“The AudioBooks or the movies, Mrs. Y/N?”

“The movies, I’ll show him the books later.” Buck settled where you indicated to him, when you were about to sit on his side, he took the spot, making you sit on his flesh arm side.

“Sorry. Huh… What happened?” He said, trying to keep you talking, since he liked your voice. It wasn’t calm, but it also wasn’t energetic.

“Well, apparently, I fainted. But the nightmares were the worst, at the time I just had gazes at what was that. When I slept, I dreamed about a tiny room. It was so small that I couldn’t even sit. I had to be on my feet for what looked to be days… I felt so god damn claustrophobic!” You laughed, trying to make fun of what you had passed. But the memories of that dream reminded you of the worst part, the one you didn’t tell him.

You weren’t alone there.

There was a dead, stinking, cold body pressed against yours. It made you want to throw up, but at that time, you hadn’t eat anything, so there was nothing to come out of you.

“Harry Potter? Uh, the cat is turning into a woman.” He tried to take you out of those sick thoughts, and he did it.

“Minerva McGonagall, she is badass as fuck! You’ll like her!” Bucky smiled at you when you punched – lightly – his shoulder before bringing your feet to the couch, starting to pay attention to the movie.

“So… Everyone seems to like you.” Bucky said, glancing at you when seeing you chuckle a little

“Not everyone. Vision don’t like me.” He arched a brow in confusion “I mean, is not like he hates me. Is more of a… Caution feeling? I don’t know, actually. But I think he is afraid that I snap or something like that, because of my past.”  

He controlled his curiosity, since you told him about the trigger words, he didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable

Bucky P.O.V

In the third movie I understood the nickname, but that didn’t stop you to keep me there watching all the movies. You said that no one liked to watch the movies with you, because you would repeat the lines with the movie.

But I thought it was lovely, especially when you turn your gaze at me just to smile and say random things about the movie or the books. It was night before we could even tell, and you just yawned, getting up after we finish all the movies.

They were great.

“Now I’ll leave you alone, you need to get some rest for tomorrow’s mission.” You said, smiling and offering me your right hand, as if you knew exactly that I didn’t like my metal arm “Are you sure you want to go tomorrow? I mean, you just got here.”

“I want to go.” You nodded with your head and, as I did the whole day, I followed you. Walking on your heels to the room’s floor, you stood on the doorway of my room, waiting for me to enter it

“If you want or need anything, my room is the last one of the corridor, ok?” You gazed at me, stocking a piece of your hair behind your ear “Goodnight, Buck.”

“Goodnight, Doll.” You smiled gently at me and turned on your heels before jogging to the final of the corridor, entering a room that – as you said – was yours.

“You’re already charmed, tin can?” Sam laughed, making my smile fall. I felt him coming close, but I hoped that he just passed to his room and left me alone with my small good mood “Don’t worry, it’s normal. We would have a problem if you didn’t liked her.”

I just groaned in answer, making him chuckle and pass through my door to go to his room.

I just sitted on the bed, thinking how grateful I was that those people accepted me there after all I’ve done. But what stayed in my head, was Y/N laughter. The soft, sweet chuckle of yours.

“No, Y/N.” Steve said in his Captain tone, making you frown your brows in pure frustration

“So, you make me wake up early to go to this mission, just so I could stay in the fucking Jet?”

“And you are not flying it. Just to be clear.” I heard Clint say from the pilot part, you huffed and crossed your arms in front of your breasts. God Damn that was cute, especially when you were looking down on a man twice your height.

“Captain, you betta give me a good excuse for me not to punch you in your fucking amazing nose right fucking now.” Natasha laughed while entering the Jet, I was already on my way to one sit far from the others, thinking that they might not be used to me on a mission and will want their space.

“It might trigger your memories?” He tried, but the only thing you did was huff in anger

“Everything can trigger my fucking memories, Rogers! The stupid walls can trigger them, the stupid sky can trigger them. Hell, your butt can even trigger them, but you don’t see me stopping squeezing it, do you?!” Everyone on the jet laughed, Steve and me included. “The point, Steve, is that I can’t just run of everything and hide under my bed, scared to even look in the mirror. I did things, I’ve been through things, yes. But that is the old me, someone I don’t even remember and that by the scars, I didn’t want to be.” I looked at my hands, feeling those words enter my skin like blazing metal.

“Bruce will stay on the jet, why can’t you?”

“Because dad number two is a doctor and he can’t fight without turning green, big and grumpy, neither can he hold a gun.”

“Dad number two?” Steve’s brows frowned as you sighed

“I made a fucking life-changing speech, you just catch that?!”

“Who is ‘dad number one’?”

“Who do you think, papa?” I chuckled at your ironic, sassy, kind of sexy, side

“Steve, Y/N won’t stop complaining until you let her go. And she’ll be entering that place while arguing with you about entering there.” Sam went to your rescue, as if he had seen that before and knew where it was going to end “And you also know she’s right. She’s a grown ass woman, what’s the worst thing that could happen? Us finishing the mission before than expected?” He chuckled as you high-fived him

“And you are completely out of your mind if you think that I’ll let Wanda and Pietro enter there without me.” You whispered, but I was able to hear it, since both of you were closer to me than to the others.

“Fine! But when you get nightmares, don’t come to me!” He huffed, making you smile widely at him and jump into a bear hug.

“Thanks, dad!” Steve tried to contain the grin that was forming in his face, but ended giggling anyways.

“Don’t call me that, I’m too hot to be a dad.”

“If isn’t the captain feeling himself today, look at that!” Sam said loudly from his sit, making everyone laugh.

“I hope you don’t mind, not that I actually care, but I’ll use you as a pillow.” You said, sitting on my flesh side, aware of my problem.

“So is just the super soldier appear and you replace me, love?” The silvered hair boy said, suddenly sitting on her other side

“Oh, please, Pietro. You know you’re irreplaceable! But his biceps are bigger, like, fuck! Look at this, is bigger than my head!” You played, lifting my arm as I felt a smirk play in my lips

“Are you telling me you don’t think I’m hot, anymore?” He placed his hand on his chest, as if he was hurt “You cold woman!”

“Stop fighting over Y/N, Speedy. And you Barnes, you just got here and was able to finally make her flirt, congratulations.” Tony said, and as I looked into you face, I saw you sweetly blush, huffing and rolling your eyes.

“Oh, please, fuckboy. Nine out of eleven words that I speak I’m flirting”

“I thought it was cursing.” Sam said, earning giggles from you

“What do you think are the others three?”

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Freeze/Family(Ink/Self-tober)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enby/Genderless Reader; *Mutant/Super reader with Ice Powers! Word count: 700+ Warnings/disclaimer: Family abandonment; depression; anxiety; cursing; slight violence(???) A/N: This is work 1/5 for my randomly selected 2019 Ink/Self-tober writing challenge. I’m gonna try to keep everything fall related but I wouldnt bet the farm on it lol. Summary: Reader checks in on their “family” against Bucky’s wishes.

As always, be nice to me I’m delicate. • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •

    The house was dressed for the holiday the exact same way you remember. There are fake cobwebs and plastic spiders strewn about the square bushes that framed the porch. They’d hung witch’s hats and plastic jack-o-lantern shaped candy pails from the two large trees in the front yard. On either side of the door, that was covered in “blood”, are elaborately large painted wood signs that read “TRICK OR TREAT”. The warm glow of an old yellow bulb poured out from the window framing the kitchen. At the short plastic table inside sat a family… your family, just sitting down to dinner. You watched them laugh and tease and happily pass each other food as if no one was missing.

The Winter Solider would never be this fucking loud but Bucky made sure you knew he was there. Right where you said you wouldn't be caught again... you sigh.

      "We never used to do this."

You tug absentmindedly on a loose curl near your ear. He shifts closer behind you.

     "Y'know they have dinner around this time every single night. All of them, together... like a family."

He came and pressed a firm palm against your back.

     "Fuck em."

Just then you realized you'd iced your lower half to the house. You shook yourself back into the now and glanced at him quickly a few times.      "Stop... they're my family."

He sits on the edge facing your direction, his back to the house. Fearless; not that the fall would kill him.

     "Are they?"

You snapped your head in his direction, eyes locked. He folded his arms across his chest; relaxed, nonchalant.       "YES. They are."

Eyebrow cocked, you tried to sound as stern as possible.

"They left you, Alone. You had to track them down like a dog because they packed up and moved without telling you."

You shook your head, in denial quite frankly.

     "All this was sudden, I couldn't hide it anymore. They just got scared-"

      "Afraid of their own child?"

Your blood started to boil. You could both see your chest heaving.

      "They wanted me to get help. So I could control it, so I could come back home..."

Your voice had slowed into a whisper.

     "They didn't know what else to do..."

      "So they abandon you? Y/N they just didn't want this-you, to be their problem anymore."

      "Please stop."

You kneel down, hands firm on the gutter.

      "You call and you write and you tell them over and over that you're 'better'-"

Even his air quotes were frustrated.

      "Bucky."

Your grip tightened and ice climbed over your knuckles.

      "-and they haven't come looking for you once. Y/N, they don't like what your are and they just don't want you."

      "I SAID STOP!"

A thick jagged spear of ice crawled from your body and sprang straight out from the roof, stopping just as it reached his neck. He didn't even flinch. You fell onto your side, sobbing.

     "...this is why! This is why they left me... I'm too dangerous."

      "No, you're not-"

     "I ALMOST KILLED YOU BUCKY."

Your eyes sting, voice dry; hoarse from crying.

      "You were never going to. You know I don't wanna hurt you, so you wouldn't hurt me. This-"

He used his flesh hand to snap off a foot long piece of the ice and toss it aside. It all shattered instantly into a number of tiny pieces, it almost resembled glitter:

     "-would be a really good threat if I didn't know any better."

He crouched down to your level, to look you right in the eye. Determined to make it sink in this time.       "You have to stop. There are people who actually care about you, people who love what you can do and want you around. But you can't keep doing this."

Bucky is the only person who hasn't hurt you. And you keep letting him down.

      "I just want my life back."

You revert your attention back at the house, just in time to catch your mother draw the curtains. A surge of pain runs down your spine.

      "I understand."

Of course he does. He offers you a hand back up onto your feet.

     "We need to go. Before somebody sees us."

He leaves you to trail a few feet behind him and fix your face. They're happy without you, they don't even remember you're gone. Maybe you're not. This could be exactly where you're supposed to be and you've only just realised it now. You wipe the last trace of sadness from your face and a ay goodbye to your family for the last time.

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The French Enigma

Hey guys! I have a burst of inspiration so I created this thing, I thought I could share it with you! It's a little bit short but I hope you'll like it, and don't forget to tell me if you want a part.2 or just to tell me what you think about it!

Side note: sorry for the mistakes, english is not my first language so I try my very best!

Pairing: bucky x reader

Warning: nope

The blood that streamed from his arcade ended its slow stroke in his left eye, making him squint with discomfort. A setback of his sleeve later, and his gaze now detailed the scene that was played before him.

Heavy, bullet-riddled blinds filtered the light and illuminated the warehouse hangar in which two camps, superheroes and super-soldiers, were now fighting. They do not come from Hydra, he thought, he does not recognize any of their fighting techniques and they speak an unknown language.

In any case, the assassins in front of James Barnes were gaining ground, they were far too numerous, so he put himself in position, lying on his belly, sheltered behind a wall of wooden crates, he installed his huge rifle on his shoulder and began to shoot , attracting grunts from the enemies. One after the other, they fell against the cold soil of the warehouse with groans of Sorrows which James had learned, over time, to no longer hear.

In a short time he was able to get out of his hiding place and head to his friends, to Steve, the famous Captain America. As he walked a confident step towards them he felt a movement behind him, and before he could turn his head, a violent pain in his back blew his breath, but he soon resumed and after a short fight with the unknown soldier, he put a blow with his metallic fist to his belly and made him fall to his knees before him.

"Nice moves, soldier. Tell me who taught you to fight like that."

In his blood-stained, light blue suit that covered his face and eyes, the stranger, kneeling, his arms along the body, was totally at his mercy, and yet kept his back straight, dignified.

"Plutôt mourir, soldat de l'hiver."

"French?" Vision threw a curious glance at the soldier.

"Can you translate what he just said?" Asked James to the Avenger behind him.

"He has to say it again."

"Plutôt mourir, soldat de l'hiver."

His voice echoed through the empty warehouse , a cold tone, suave and mocking, and James turned to Vision, his gaze questioning him, asking for the translation.

"He said...."I'd better die, Winter soldier.'' translated the super hero.

The look of James was lost, his spirit traveled in time and he relived, strapped on an operating table, both vulnerable and indestructible, a machine to kill manipulated at will. He relived the months it took him to relearn to live, to regain control, he thought he was finished with this image of cold and cruel killer, and now his past caught up with him again.

He distinguished a bad rictus through the mask of the man in front of him, and the idea of destroying that abominable smile crossed his mind but he restrained himself, eager to restore his image, he knows that returning to gratuitous violence is a road without a way out. Instead, he circled the unknown and tied his hands with a rope and tore the mask off his face.

An electric current traveled his body, and he froze on the spot, wide-eyed, parted lips. He didn't believe what that could mean. Was that possible? After all these years... It couldn't be...

"... y/n?"

The young woman at her knees had the cold gaze of those who have seen too many, of those who will never be as they were before. Her face had to be pretty before, now she just had a bad look in her eye, and an hideous smirk. Looking at James, and tilting her head to the side, she maintained the eye contact, and with a harsh, genderless voice, she asked him.

"Je t'ai manqué, mon amour ?"

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Note: the last sentence mean: "Missed me, my love?"

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You really think I didn’t know? Pt4 (A Promise pt 1)

Pairing: Black/Enby Reader & Bucky Barnes Word count: 1.9K+ Warnings/disclaimer: Some Swearing/cursing; notes of depression; alluding to death. A/N: This is version one to the Final part of this story. I'll also be posting an AU to this with Steve so look out for that one. This is gonna count a solid part 1/? for a Bucky Series called “A Promise”- essentially the spin off. Summary: After the events of Endgame reader is still waiting to hear from Steve.

As always be nice to me I'm delicate • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •

You're at the stove cooking... something. You zoned out again honestly and that's probably why the knocking startled you as much as it did. It turned to pounding by the time you noticed it. Who ever it was knew you were home and seemed urgent. 

"Alright alright I'm coming! Gimme a sec.."

You turn the heat down on whatever your meal was supposed to be and try to adjust yourself and look like a person as you walk towards the door. Hoping to find an expression that resembles pleasantry to greet whoever is on the other side with.

"Sorry! I was kinda stuck in my own head just now, I didn't-"

You'd been to the Captain America exhibit at the museum just like everybody else, not to mention seeing his face briefly plastered across international news years ago, so you know what James Bucky Barnes looks like. The man in front of you was definitely him. A worn down version of the bright boy in all those photos but nonetheless. You also know there's only one reason he would come out of where he's been hiding to be here right now. You stood there in silence staring at each other for at least a solid minute. He hasn't said anything because he knows you aren't fucking stupid. Under different circumstances you might even be flattered by this. He tries to straighten himself a little and lightly clears his throat, which knocks you back into the moment. You shake your head attempting to think of something a human would say at a time like this.

"Do you want to come in?"

He didn't. He wanted to deliver his message and leave but you're both secretly afraid of what might happen if he just skipped away after dropping a bomb.

"Sure."

He shuffles inside, jaw clenched, hands still in his jacket pockets, trying to look as unimposing as possible. You slowly take him in; absorb his presence. Make sure he's real and actually here with you right now and not part of some fever dream. But staring is rude so you avert your eyes, causing you to notice the door leading to what used to be Steve's bedroom for the first time in who knows how long. Still empty and unopened five years later. 

You'd been too afraid of what you'll think or feel if you stood in there too long, so you pushed it to the back of your mind with everything else. The world had stayed the same shade of depressing it was before. Most people moved on, some... didn't. It kept on like that until one day people, almost everybody who vanished, just started popping back up all of a sudden. No one could explain it. But you knew it meant whatever they did, Steve and Tony; all of them, it worked... but it's been over a week since and you haven't heard from either of them yet. And you're scared. You slowly lower yourself onto the couch, arms folded across your middle, hoping that would be enough to hold your pieces together for whatever is coming your way. "So... lay it on me."

It was almost a whisper. You can tell that didn't make him feel any better about this. He dropped his gaze to the floor. You like to think he rehearsed before he got here but if he did, it's seems like he's lost it all again.

"It's hard to explain. I don't even understand it. I just know what happened to me and what I was told... what I saw." You lock eyes. The heartbeat pounding in your throat makes it swell up. "Steve went back-stayed. To be with Peggy."

There's a long silence. You can feel the confusion crawling over your skin. This isn't at all what you thought. 

"Peggy."

You parrot, blinking at him. "Carter."

You shut your eyes, nodding quickly at his words. You know exactly who that is. "Agent... Carter."

You saw her at the museum too. She did seem rather fond of Steve in those videos but you didn't think much of it until right now. Why would you, she died a few years ago. "They were... an item? at one point."

He pulls his arms out of his pockets and they land lifeless by his sides. It's silent for another long moment while you wrap your mind around this.

“What do you mean he 'went back'?" "Back..."

He hesitates, realising how this might sound. Anybody else would think he's lost his mind, but you know things.

"In time."

You rub your face in your hands while this information runs in and out of your mind and settles thick in the air. Finally you take a deep breath and lean forward, arms folded in your lap, gaze trained on the ground.

“He went back." "Yes." You shake your head at yourself, at the accusation tumbling around in your mind.

“Not, got stuck or... died. He went, he left?"

You're not even really asking at this point. Bucky takes a noticeably large breath. This is the part he wasn't completely prepared for. There aren't really comforting words that soften the blow on 'yeah sorry he left you here.' You lean back against the couch shaking your head more vigorously now. Mostly in disbelief but with an ever so sharp twinge of anger.

"...did he tell you anything? At all, about us?" "Not until recently."

You scoff. "I know what this looks like, what it must feel like. But he said he wanted you to know the truth. And I promised-" "Yeah well-"

You cut him off but stop yourself short. Smoothing your hands over your thighs and standing back up.

"...he promised me he'd come back."

His expression didn't change. It's not indifference on his face, he's just as tired as you are. Shouldn't shoot the messenger.

"So who cares what he wants."

You turn away, waving off his sentiment, just about done with trying to be strong and understanding. Bucky, eyes closed, lifts his face towards the ceiling. Searching for the right thing to say.

"If you could've seen his face. Heard him. He cares about you, I know he does."

You can hear him take a cautious step in your direction.

"It's shitty. All this. It really is... But I can't say I wouldn't start over too if I were in his place."

You stop. Triggered just enough now. Snapping back in his direction and face him square on with an expression of pure disapproval.

"Just like that?"

You can see him put a shield up in response to your reaction. 

"Without a second thought to anybody you  might be hurting or leaving behind? Just skip back to a new beginning without giving a fuck about anybody you might've made love you...?" His expression was almost blank and it kind of scared you.

"No."

You can feel your face harden-

“...not after seeing you like this."

-and soften.

You can hear his breath become shaky.

“I'm not Steve. And I'm not who I used to be... I just started figuring out who I really am now. How to love people and know whats important."

You looked deep into each other and locked onto something you both understood. He can see through you. Not like Steve, different. Past all the stuff on the surface, deep down in your soul at all the hurt because he knows where it lives.

“You clearly don't need my help. I was asked to look after you... but tell me to leave and I wont bother you again." Your heart sinks and you finally lose it. Face hot, blood boiling just under the surface, the wells of cool tears begin to roll down. You can feel the ugly spreading but it's all too heavy for you to carry anymore. You practically fall onto the floor. Bucky closes the gap between you in three quick strides reaching out to catch. Pressing the palms of your hands against your eyes you make an attempt to manipulate them into turning off the water works but it just stings with salt. He places a firm hand on your back to steady you, and himself. You lift your face towards the ceiling in an attempt to coerce oxygen into your lungs. Chest heaving. "I'm supposed to just take this..."

You practically gasp each word out. He looks you in the eyes as if to say 'Obviously' but they're filled with dread and something that reads like regret. You snicker and nod lightly just to yourself.

"Not that I have much of a choice, I'm not chasing down an old man to slap him accross the face..."

You push a lose hair out of your way to look at him seriously. He stares back, you can tell he's half expecting you to scream at him. You shrug instead.

"I hate both of you. Decades of unique life experience and neither of you thought that just maybe I'd be better off thinking he died?"

He straightened himself, knowing that lying to you about Steve's decision might've been the better option but he made promises. "The last time we tried to spare someone's feelings it didn't go so well."

You're half interested in whatever story he's referencing but that's for another time, the look on his face says 'Please don't ask.' "I want to be mad but... that doesn't really seem fair either, huh?"

You smirk, amused at your own shitty situation, and wipe away a few stray tears.

“None of this is fair."

You prop yourself up against the wall and he follows, making sure to not get to close, but your knees are touching. It's weird to have someone next to you again while you're this vulnerable.

"Why are you still here?"

Your eyes are locked on the door to the bedroom. There's a sharper edge to your voice than before that neither of you expected but you don't apologise for it. He inhaled deeply, you can tell he wants to be offended. He hands you possibly the oldest flip phone in exinstance and it seems like the world goes quiet. You look it over, passing it back and forth in your hands. "That's why he didn't come."

You see him turn to look at your face for some kind of explanation. "You said if it were you, that you wouldn't be able to go through with it after you saw me... like this." 

He drops his head and rubs the back of his neck.

“I just kept telling myself that if he didn't come back it was because... and when everybody else showed up, and he still didn't... I got used to the idea. It never occurred to me that maybe he'd chose to go."

You let the last five or six years roll around in your head. The endless empty feeling of 'what if' never really leaving you. Now you know the truth and you're right back where you started. The weight of the phone anchored you back into the moment.And just like that something flipped a switch inside you. Like your ass kicked itself back into gear when it realized you might still have options and choices. A life. You took a deep breath and drop the phone in Bucky's lap. 

"I won't need it if you're going to stay around."

You get up to toss out the mess you made on the stove.

"I'll order pizza."

[freddiefcknmercury]

Try Me

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader(Black coded/Genderless)

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings/Disclaimer: Smut adjacent. Allusions to ptsd/trauma. Mentions of sexual acts-not explicit.

A/N: Not too much to say about this one tbh. I just be thinking thoughts and this was another one of them: Bucky would actually be pretty tame in bed though right??? This is supposed to be a pretty un-horny Drabble piece but we’ll see how it turns out lol. 

PS if anybody wants the smut for this feel free to let me know for a part two..............

Summary: You finally get a night alone together but theres something on your mind...

~*As always, be Nice to me I’m Delicate*~

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      Tonight isn't special. Not by any means. It's another soft grey evening. No calls. No where to be. No work to be done, mostly because you demanded one day a month that Sam cannot call with "the world is in danger"... it seldom was anyhow. 

There's a gruff solider of a man gently pulling your shoulders back from behind, pushing loose coils of hair out of the way to expose that muscle in your neck that any other blood thirsty monster would swiftly take advantage of. Not him though. He nestles his face against it softly, breathing controlled and intentional so you can tell just how hungry for you he is. He needs to see that shiver in your spine before he tears into it.

He's always been sweet but passionate, enthralled by you. It's never not been amazing and you've never not been sure that this time the earth would surely fall in on itself... but it's a lot of the same. You've tried casually suggesting a little more drama, except you're honestly not that un-vanilla yourself but... tonight, on this soft grey evening where everything is going so well. You need to know.

He removed his teeth to speckle small delicate kisses just behind your earlobe, right against your hairline., The cool night air dancing a tingly sensation as it whips at the small wet spot left behind. 

     "Bucky...?"      "Mmm."

He growls low into the back of your head as he slowly massages your shoulders and chest. You are actual putty in his hands. You Inhale a sharp breath at the sensation.

     "I wanna know something."

     "Shoot."

He always says that. Anybody else it would almost seem dismissive, but that is a genuine 'ask me anything you want' reply. It just hits different.      "What if I said... You could do whatever you wanted to me tonight?"

He stopped for only a half second quickly shuffling threw some part of his brain you're unfamiliar with. He ghosted a firm metal hand straight down the center of your chest landing it squarely in the middle of your stomach. Pulling you back into him, hips perfectly centered into his; Face gently set atop your head.      "I just... want to do what you- I don't want anything special."

It was a soft voice and a gentle head shake, but you can hear a sort of confusion in it all. He didn't have any ulterior motives which is good but not what you meant. You're gonna have to push and be clear...

You pull away just enough to turn and face him. He's calm but his eyes are searching for something that makes sense to him. You can feel your face getting hot, but if you let embarrassment win right now you'll never try again.

     "If I wanted something different from what we normally do... would you want to try it?" He relaxes, relief washing him.

     "There's something specific you'd like?" You shrug, pulling on a stray coil behind your ear out of habit.

     "I'm not sure... maybe." He's intrigued. He smirks, still softly caressing a hip.

     "I'm willing to try anything you want."

He leans forward planting a deep kiss your shoulder. You let out a shaky breath, but maybe he really is on board.      "So..."

You place a firm hand on his chest, just over where his heart would be, deciding to test the waters.

     "If I asked you to hold me down and bend me over this table, you would?"

A shy smirk creeps across your lips, you scoff but refuse to back down from this, not until you find a line.

     "Or pin me up against the wall... and choke me?"

You both lock your gaze. There's an almost too long pause as you both search for something in each other's eyes.

     "Or tie me up."

You laugh a little at that last one, you're not so sure about it just yet. He straightens himself squarely in front of you. He still hasn't answered. You can see him breathing from his stomach. Stress. He wets his lips, eyes flashing down darting a bit before finding yours again; Gently glazing over in a weird mix of emotions you've never seen before.

     "Is that how you see me?" You don't get it. Of course it is?  You think to yourself. There isn't anyone else you would want to do anything like that to you. You blink back the dumb look trying to find a home on your face. The emotion on his is reading just a hair more offended than it was before. Then it sinks in.

     "Oh..." 

You whisper it to yourself first like a secret.

     "Oh god no, Bucky. No, no, no, no."

You take his face in your hands and rest your lips on his forehead. You hadn't thought about it like that. Bucky who only recently stopped asking if he could kiss you beforehand. Who always quadruple checks that you want him inside you. The man that still has a hard time trusting himself.... That maybe, just maybe the Winter Soldier didn't really want to be known for choking his partners in bed. A lot of people still think of him as a Murder machine and not much else. You know better... and you should've known better.      "I'm so sorry Buck. I didn't even consider that."

Now you're definitely embarrassed. You shake your head insistently. 

     "Forget it. I wasn't thinking." Brow furrowed, he places your chin in his hand. You don't recognize this expression either; it reads concerned but you highly doubt he's that worried about you. 

     "Is all that what you want?" You stop. You don't want him to compromise himself for your own cheap thrills.

     "I don't want you to feel-" He squeezes your chin gently. Tilting your head up just an ounce to look him directly in the eyes this time.

     "That's not what I asked you." You exhale, unaware that you were holding a breath. "Do you want to do something like that?" He flashes a quick semi-reluctant smirk, kissing the top of your cheek and lingering there.

     "...I want to make you happy."

[freddiefcknmercury]

Blur

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader(genderless).

Word count: 500+

Warnings/disclaimer: None actually which is weird asf. Maybe if you have any issues with social anxiety this is like moderate tho.

A/N: This is for @syntheticavenger's challenge that I thought to myself when I found "one month left... That's plenty of time!" It in fact is not, I make very bad decisions. I chose the prompt/lyrics "Sociability- it's hard enough for me" From the song Coffee and TV by Blur.

Summary: Bucky lost a bet and has to attend the social gathering but true to form, still try's to skedaddle early.

~*As always, be Nice to me I'm delicate*~

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You were trying your best to hold up the entirety of a conversation with three other people who definitely thought you hated them until tonight. Frankly, you're not entirely convinced they don't still think that now. Thats when you saw him duck into the back hallway, a direct route to a not quite secret exit. If you weren't looking for him you'd never have noticed he wasn't where he said he'd be all night- holding up a wall- because unlike you he definitely doesn't care if people think he hates them.

Sam noticed his attempt at escape too. The two of you make eye contact from across the room, Sam stuck in his own situation. You were delicately less compromised so he gives you the nod to go after him, excusing yourself from what barely resembled a conversation at that point.

He's quick. The fastest you've ever known. But you know all his tricks now and you cut him off at the pass.

"You definitely lost a bet, James."

He stops abruptly, just short of reaching out for the door. You can see annoyance in his shoulders as he hears your voice call to him.

"I definitely showed up, like you asked though."

"A half hour of dagger eyes..."

You saunter over, blocking his path to the door just in case.

"and leaning against the back wall like a jilted lover does not a casual party atmosphere make."

"What I'm hearing though is that we definitely are lovers?"

He lifted himself up on his toes once with a small bounce, head slightly tilted, eyes squint in that I-WILL-get-out-of-this-conversation-type-of-way. But you aren't having it.

You fold your arms behind your back in a lecturing pose really ready to let him have it.

"Sociability-"

"It's hard enough for me."

He stands feet apart, planted firmly, a half sour smirk entertained his face for just a moment has he contemplated the floor between you.

You sigh deep in your chest just to yourself.

"Have you tried... just being nice?"

"I am being nice-"

He nods desperate to convince you there was really an attempt made. You're not so sure but don't really have much reason to doubt him right now.

"Then be sweet."

You're pleading but it came out like a demand.

He straightens himself with a roll of the shoulders, eyes locked on yours. An exasperated expression now covering his face. You cross your arms over your stomach first, then step foreword into him, resting a hand on his heart.

"I know... I know.

You nod very gently, words less than a whisper.

He glances over your face, you're just as exhausted by all this as he is. But being lonely is something you have to work on when you can.

"10 minutes."

He sighs through his final and only offer. You consider it briefly. Very briefly.

"20. Tops."

He smiles, scoffing softly.

"Any longer and I promise I'll let you drag me out of there."

You pull him back towards the door to the main event hall; the soft glow of distant voices and faint music humming out from the other side.

"Besides."

You circle around him slowly.

"You really should start being nicer to the rest of your co-workers."

You bat your eyes dramatically.

There's a short pause before he replies.

"I'm not even nice to Sam."

[freddiefcknmercury]

A Promise(part 2)- Crimson & Clover

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader(Black coded/Genderless)

Word Count: 2.7+

Warnings/Disclaimer: SMUT. ANGST. cursing. mild depression/heart-ache. etc etc. if something needs to be tagged please lemme know.

A/N: LOL I'm back on my bullshit yall. heavy angst/depression from the previous Steve centered storyline so if you haven't read "You really think I didn't know?" I'll do some magic linky links here and at the bottom just in case. Also I'm trying something kinda different with the way I post the fics so feedback is welcome.

ALSO this one comes with a tiny playlist! there are Bolded lyrics throughout if you want to get a deeper sense of where I was emotionally writing this and where reader is as well you can Def give these songs a listen, they are in order of appearance:

Crimson & Clover- Tommy James & The Shondells

Every Time I Breathe- Arlissa

Navy Blue - Hasani

Summary: Bucky takes an extended leave for "work" related reasons and reader slips back into some dark places in his absence...

~*As always, be Nice to me I’m Delicate*~

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He said he might be gone most of the week. Sam called the day before and all you know is it's something important. He didn't go into detail, just packed a bag and you'd never seen him do that before. But he was also only gone a day or two at a time and never felt the need to tell you about it before now either.

Up until recently you'd tip-toe around each other. Not like you used to with Steve though, worse. Bucky is a lot better at making sure you don't know he's there until it's too late. It felt like you'd never get used to each other, or more likely that you'd never want to. You might've still been secretly hoping that he'd stop caring and go away... after a while you got tired of your own bullshit and realized he's giving off that vibe on purpose. Wordlessly telling you how you should feel about him, not wanting to get too close. You never much liked being told what to do.

It was only about two months before you became a Barnes' expert. You'd sit up at night listening intently for when he'd shower, get in bed, or wake up. He never slept more than five maybe six hours at a time, you'll never understand how he can function like that. You know how he likes his coffee, which angle he holds his cup. How and where he takes off his shoes, how much ice he puts in a drink, the way he likes to cut his toast, and what time he has to do all of it. There's an almost unnerving pattern to him, one that's always been there and you were just unwilling to notice for so long, and you're not sure if he's even aware of it.

You woke up to him already gone. You knew he was leaving but actually being left alone like that unsettled you more than you anticipated, a serious case of Deja vu. You went into your routine like normal, because everything still was, but by the fifth day... you stepped into the front room and got that empty feeling. One you hadn't really had since...

It stopped you for a few seconds longer than you liked and a large knot formed in your stomach. You spent the whole day trying to ignore the feeling but it only got worse. Like a hunger pain but much more vague, crawling through each muscle. You'd catch yourself staring at his room, Bucky's room but also... Steve's. It's the first time you let yourself admit to him fully crossing your mind in over a year.

You laid up in bed, trying to count the metaphorical sheep to no avail. Getting up thinking that a snack or a warm drink will stop the restlessness, you pause in the tiny hallway shared by your bedrooms. The low blue light from the moon outside dustily illuminating the space through  a cloudy bathroom window. You stare at the door like any second he's going to ask what you're doing up so late and you can tell him to mind his own business while pouring two cups of tea.

You just wanted to touch the knob; turn it to make sure it still works- that you're still "allowed in there if you want". But stepping inside was too far, an invasion of Bucky's privacy, and you felt it. But you couldn't help yourself. You needed to know.

They were definitely cut from the same cloth. Sparse furnishings and no decorations, save a few very small trinkets he'd held onto from who knows where. There is exactly one row on his bookshelf filled with composition notebooks that were beat to hell and back. Sticky notes lined the edge of most of the pages, so much so that they easily could've been mistaken for feathers on a quick glance. You dare not touch them. Observing someone with a past that checkered is very different to reading into the things they deem worthy of physically writing down.

Where Steve used to leave small drawings and notes Bucky left half empty ink pens and a few well used pairs of gloves. You saunter to the far corner of the room and caress a worn leather jacket hanging precariously on the lowest peg of a coat rack. Doing a slow sweep of the space something in the otherwise barren closet catches your eye. The knot in your stomach that had almost disappeared was back and it brought friends. Your shirt. His shirt. The big one that said BROOKLYN across the front, what you didn't know was your "going away gift." The one you balled up and shoved in the top corner of his closet, at the time hoping you'd never look at it again. You're amazed that it's still here, that Bucky hadn't tossed it out or tried to give it back to you when he moved in.

So you put it on. You're still not sure why but you needed to wear it. To feel it drape over your skin, enveloping you in warmth and that beautiful clean familiar scent you... loved once. It sent a shiver down your spine. The knots in your stomach were gone but now there's one in your throat. You can feel the tears seated right behind your eyes. You sit on the bed holding your face pleading with the water to stay put but it's too late. You miss him. You hate to admit it, but it's true and it always has been. You're angry and you should be, you loved him- you thought he might've loved you. Pulling the hem of the shirt up you wipe the tears off your face and fall into a pillow, trying to calm yourself out of your rage unintentionally drifting into sleep.

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You wake up to the sound of music in the kitchen.

...Ah, now I don't hardly know her, but I think I could love her...

You sit up quickly checking your phone: 11:34am. You'd fallen asleep in Bucky's room, in his bed. A blanket had been placed over you and a short scan of the room returned a brown leather duffel bag and set of black boots that weren't present last night. He'd come back early this morning and found you here. You can feel your heart fall straight out of your ass, the void that was left being filled with pure embarrassment. Is he angry? He did tuck you in...

As slowly and quietly as possible you make your way towards the door, poking your head out just enough to assess the situation. You can see his back in the kitchen, he's hovering over the sink. You notice the couch, the spare blanket and pillow from the bathroom closet folded neatly on one of the arm rests, he had to sleep there. The void gets deeper. You pull the door open just enough to slip out of and there's a quiet creak. Steve never did fix that, and you just figured out why.

Bucky didn't turn around but definitely noticed. He steps to the side, now in front of the stove and you here something crack and sizzle. You're not sure what to do here. You can try to apologies and explain but there's no un-embarrassing way out of this one. You fold your arms over your stomach trying to hold all your very delicate pieces together while you attempt to speak up. Finally reaching the bar and fully prepared to say good morning when he quickly sets a hot bowl down in front of you. White rice and a fried egg- runny yolk. You'd make it for breakfast when you'd get up early or couldn't sleep, a friend from school put you on to it. Looks like he's been studying you too. You make eye contact but, just briefly. From what little of the expression you get on his face nothing indicates that he's mad. But he hasn't said anything to the contrary either.

How was your trip?  Dangerous I bet-sorry you couldn't come home and sleep in your own goddamn bed! Oh?! AND you made me breakfast!

You feel like a crazy person.

"Comfy last night?"

He's pouring himself some coffee, not yet turning your way. There's no hostility in his voice.

You chuckle nervously.

"Yeah.. sorry about that."

"Don't worry about it."

He sets a small glass of juice down in front of you. Heavy eye contact this time, but his expression is soft. He didn't ask for an explanation and you really didn't want to give him one. But you still feel guilt looming over you. You take the glass in both hands and nurse it.

He nods at you with a squint, taking a big sip of coffee.

"If I knew that was yours I would've given it back."

The shirt. You forgot you actually put it on. You hold your breath stroking the fabric gently. Contemplating your next words.

"It's not- well, not really."

He raises an eyebrow.

"It was a gift, so I guess it does belong to me..."

Glancing back down at it you can see him realize it says "Brooklyn." His expression changes to a knowing one and it reads like regret but he quickly tries to box it back up for you. This is a new move for him.

There's a much longer pause in conversation than either of you would like before he shifts his weight awkwardly.

"Sorry."

You push glass, now empty back across the bar towards him.

"Don't worry about it-"

You swivel in your seat quickly, taking your bowl and getting up to leave. He steps out from the kitchen after you.

"Thanks for breakfast."

The tears had been welling up and started to pour over as you left. You're still in no state to pretend to be a functioning person right now. Trying to save him from your ugly cry face by escaping but he grabs your shoulder gently suggesting you backwards.

You cover your mouth to hush a sob. You can see your chest start heave but there's nothing you can do to stop yourself. He grabs the bowl setting it down carefully, then you feel a warm metal sensation squeezing the back of your neck.

"You don't have to be over it."

He's been back a couple hours and already knows you're still a mess. You scoff, laughing at yourself really.

"What's wrong with me?"

"Nothing."

He whispered back quickly, exasperated, but tender.

You sniffle; pathetic.

"That's not how it feels."

"He fucked up. He just doesn't know it."

He wrapped his arm around your shoulders pulling you into his embrace.

It's nice to feel another person. A real solid human being; you can't remember the last time you hugged someone like this. You turn in his arms to face him. He looks tired. Not just 'had-to-sleep-on-an-old-couch' tired. Emotionally repressed. Maybe he has actually wanted to talk to you. He pulls you into him, it's just a hug  but it almost hurt how sweet this was.

Then a thought came to you, not really sure how, you can't handle more rejection right now; but you kissed him anyway, hard. Like him being gone almost killed you- because it did. He pulls away from you, just a little, reading your face his own expressionless. You search his eyes for any kind of hint as to what's going on inside his mind. You're not ready to admit this was a mistake yet. There's no real way to know how long you stood there like that. You only dare to move after you hear the song change in the background.

Words... thought they just fade away

but hurt... gave them a place to stay

"Do something."

You were sure it was just in your head but it creaked out past your lips in less than a whisper, pleading with him.

He covered your mouth with his, smoothing both hands down your neck to your shoulders gripping them gently, intently. You cling to his waist almost afraid to explore anywhere else, then slowly drag nails along his back. He pulls you back into him, you want to fuse with the warmth radiating off of his body, he bends and you collide onto the floor with a muffled thud. He cradles your head quickly so you don't get hurt but you wouldn't care at this point.

The way you fit into each other is unnerving, like your bodies weren't meant for anybody else. You both scramble to undress him in between breathy wet kisses and he's... magnificent. He pulls off his shirt and you swiftly run fingers from his neck down each arm. The metal one is warm, this surprises you for some reason. You watch as each "muscle" dances at your touch and you catch a small glimpse of something on his face that resembles insecurity... or fear. He shelves it quickly in response to you bucking your hips up to dismiss your underwear.

He buries his face in your neck, warm breaths ghosting your skin. Hooking his hands behind your knees he hoists your legs up around his waist. He bites down gently and you gasp. It's too much. He's everywhere, all at once. The last person to touch you event remotely close to this was-

"...Steve."

It just came out, you almost didn't notice it. Bucky stops, pulling back and away. He scans you, a pitiful, panting mess on the floor. The most vulnerable you've probably ever been and definitely in front of him. He shakes his head slowly once, chest heaving.

"No."

Knots line your stomach once again. He grabs your wrist to hold your arms in place up above your head and presses his forehead against yours.

"Look at me."

You hold eye contact there for a solid minute, you're sure of it. He leans forward delicately dragging teeth against your ear.

"You're gonna keep saying it until you can't forget."

He drops his hips and lines up with your entrance. You feel a thick wash of euphoria from the pressure, throwing your head back as much as possible given the floor. You roll your hips along to his, cradling each other perfectly.

His eyes didn't leave your face until you both feel your legs begin to tremble.

"Oh Bucky."

The only words you can remember.

You feel every stroke hasten and all his muscles tighten each time his name falls from your lips. He pulls your shirt up to your neck looking to spatter kisses and bite marks across your torso. You futilely dig one set of nails into the floor and the other in his shoulder as he hungrily growls into your stomach, cursing, longing for mercy.

"Fuck."

You pull him back up to your face demanding his tongue. You hear the floorboard creek from the pressure of a metal hand, the flesh one surely bruising your hip by now. There's a deep enduring moan from the back of his throat as he finds his release inside you. You gasp at the sensation and you both pant into each other, nothing but a mess on the floor now.

He presses a long, firm kiss into the bridge of your nose then falls gently on his back beside you. You roll your head up to look at his face, whatever it is he's feeling isn't immediately obvious as he stares up at the ceiling. You shift onto your side placing a light, cautious hand on his chest and he glances over at you, reaching to squeeze your thigh reassuringly.

The sky is Navy Blue soon to be baby blue and baby you got nothing but time...

He looks over your face in a deep sigh before retiring his gaze to the ceiling.

"I don't know him... The guy that left you like that."

You watch intently has his jaw clenched, he's never been able to hide that bit very well.

"I don't know what kind of..."

He trails off, clearly upset.

You sigh deeply.

"I was gonna die that night."

He rolls his head back to look at you.

"The day I met him? I had pretty much made up my mind."

You start to fiddle with the hem of your shirt. Almost reminiscent.

"But he found me in the staircase..."

You hate how subtly he did some things. If you weren't lying next to him. There's no way you'd ever be able to tell his breathing had changed.

"Essentially-"

You pick your head up, chin on his sternum.

"He saved my life."

You state matter of factually. You watch his body relax in a short, bitter way.

He rolls his head over just enough to look you in the eyes. You kiss his chest once tenderly before moving to stand up. You extend a hand down for him to grab.

"That isn't good for your back."

"You really think I didn't know?" Part1

[freddiefcknmercury]

Reflex

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Mutant Reader

Eye powers????? X-ray vision, laser vision, prolly a whole lotta other similar things~~

Word count: 500+; there's no cut bc this is short asf

Warnings/disclaimer: mentions of mental illness; mentions of cancer; mentions of/alluding to abuse; broken bones/physical harm.

A/N: I got an idea this morning so I wrote it down before I could forget, ended up writing the whole thing. This isn't too fleshed out.

Summary: There's an incident/accident with Bucky, he hurt you and he blames himself.

As always be nice to me I'm delicate

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"Y/n please."

"Bucky no. It's gross and I don't like doing it. I don't want to."

You try to be as clear as possible then turn to leave the room. But he jumps in front of you pushing it closed.

"I know I'm being shitty but I can't, I... I'll never ask again, please."

He hasn't slept in who knows how long. He really thinks you'll be able to see something wrong with him.

You sigh.

"If I do this you have to drop it after today. There's nothing wrong with your brain."

He nods in agreement and you take a second to compose yourself. You're almost afraid that you will find something wrong. What if they did do physical damage... do you tell him?

You begin scanning through the layers, it feels like a huge violation. You normally try to avoid looking through people or at the very least ignore their details. It's kind of sickening and sometimes you do actually see something abnormal, but who are you to out a mutant or tell a small child they have a tumour. Just as you suspected, there's nothing visible. You shake your head, mostly to answer him and partially to knock those images loose.

"...I don't see anything weird."

He's silent for a long moment before flexing his jaw.

"You must've missed it."

You should've known better.

"I DIDN'T MISS ANYTHING JAMES!"

You pause to find your sanity again; he's annoyed with himself, not you.

"...there's nothing to miss. You're perfectly average."

"Then why did I do that?!"

You shrug. You honestly don't know, you're not a doctor. But he needs some fake bullshit to write this off under. Unfortunately you're too upset to think of anything.

"A reflex???"

You toss your hands up in defeat.

"That's not my reflex."

He scoffs and burries his hands in his hair.

"Maybe it is now..."

You try to soften a little bit, be a tad more understanding, and place a hand on his shoulder.

A few nights ago something happened. You shifted a bit too hard in your sleep or he had a nightmare or a random combination of things- who knows. But it caused him to jerk awake to defend himself, fracturing your forearm. He ran away for six days, you thought you'd never see him again or you'd have to go looking, only to come home to him waiting for you in the dark tonight.

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

He's trying to find an excuse to leave.

"I know. You won't. And honestly I'm offended you think this little of my abilities."

You're not afraid of him and he knows it, but he's convinced himself he's going to kill you.

"I broke your arm in my sleep."

"I shoot lasers out of my eyes."

He finally looks at you, sad and unimpressed, which really was annoying. You can see the tears welling. You adjust the back of your shoe with your foot so he can see.

"I will chase you this time Buck."

He straightens up, you just now notice the backpack. He's prepared to leave leave, but you're not letting him go this easy again. The two of you stand there, both waiting for his next move.

[aliceaddellheidde]

Fatum

A/N: This is for @the-ss-horniest-book-club  Lucky in love. March 20 – Opportunity.

WORDS: 669

WARNINGS: swear word

PAIRING: Bucky Barnes x reader (eventually) {Soulmates AU}

DISCLAIMERS: Endgame happened, but only Thanos and his peasants died. English isn´t my first language so sorry for mistakes.

Moi, Rai and Parca are genderless & are using they/their pronouns.

This is soulmates au. When you get tattoo, your soulmate gets it as well on same spot. It glows when you touch.

This is multi-chapter story. 12/19

Gif from here

Divider by @rainbowkisses31

You had week to prepare for another mission and you wanted be sure you are ready. You were training in mornings and evenings. It wasn't easy. Your body hurt so much. Between exercise and practise you and your team was educated about Hydra´s technology and weapons from last mission.

It was two weeks since you got your tattoo and you still didn't uploaded it. Tatiana´s words  sounded in your head, but your doubts about yourself were stronger. Who would love someone who is in love with her co-worker and has dangerous job? „Get off of your black thoughts and look how amazing Bucky is!” said Wanda next to you. She knew you got a tattoo, but she didn't know where and what it was. „You know I can´t look at him properly.” He was making you feel like some    teenage girl. From your birthday your feelings for him got only worse and your moods darker. If he got a tattoo he would for sure told Steve and Sam about it. But he didn't and you had to live     knowing he's not the one for you. You determined you will upload you picture after this mission. There has to be someone somewhere. But why they didn't put it on the page themself?

Bucky was watching you as you moved to bars with Natasha. He loved looking at you lately more then ever before. At the gym and outside of it as well. How easy you turned into gymnast right in front of his eyes. When you reached for a bar he swore he saw something blue peaking from   underneath your t-shirt. He felt like a creep now as he was gazing at you and waited if it will appear again. But it didn't. He was going crazy for sure. You couldn’t be his soulmate. Girls would knew by now if you had a tattoo. And they would throw another party. But his optimistic part was still sure he saw your tattoo and it was same as his.

You were sure Bucky was spying you by now. He was everywhere where you moved and it drove you mad. You went into gym one morning, he was already there. When Steve made pairs for sparing, Bucky was your partner. Your workout clothes were wet from sweat and he hardly had one drop on him as he was smirking at you laying on mat. „Help me.” You stretched your left arm to him and when his vibranium one wrapped around yours, you felt strong electric shock through your limb. It hurt like hell. „What the fuck?!” „I don’t know. Sorry.” He tried other hand. Same thing happened. You somehow manage to stand up by yourself. „It´s weird. You felt it too?” „Yes. Maybe it´s just static electricity.” „Maybe.” It didn't even stop after few days. Whenever you two got too close, sparks were flying. You asked your mated friends, but they swore they had no idea what it is. But they did.

„I swear these two will be death of me!” Moi were fuming. „What now?” asked Rai. „Look at this!” Moi showed them big board with 'Y/N Y/L/N and James Buchanan Barnes' written on it. „They are half way to eternal happiness and yet they are not doing anything about it! Can´t they see they are made for each other? Why thye didn't uploaded their tattoos yet?” „Dear Moi, you really forgot how it was before internet? How our work was much harder? Give them a little bit of time, ok?” „Ok Rai.” „Good. Now let them rest because I already have plan for them.” Rai might be ruler of broken souls but they also knew how to help lonely soul find a matching pair. But they will need help of Parca for this case.

[aliceaddellheidde]

Fatum

A/N: This is for @the-ss-horniest-book-club Lucky in love. March 3 – Blessing.

WORDS: 1277

WARNINGS: swearing

PAIRING: Bucky Barnes x reader (eventually) {Soulmates AU}

DISCLAIMERS: Endgame happened, but only Thanos and his peasants died. English isn´t my first language so sorry for mistakes.

Moi, Rai and Parca are genderless & are using they/their pronouns.

This is soulmates au. When you get tattoo, your soulmate gets it as well on same spot. It glows when you touch.

Bucky and reader have blessed time apart. Until they don’t.

This is multi-chapters story. 3/19

Gif from here, Don´t tell me it´s not Bucky done with reader 🤣

Divider by @rainbowkisses31

You had nice quiet morning with your hobbies - bit of painting, reading, writing and eating – until you were called to Tony´s office. When you got there, F.R.I.D.A.Y. opened door for you and you walked in. „Y/N! Good to see you.” „You have something to tell me Tony?” He offered you a drink, but you politely declined. „Look, I know you are hard-working and I appreciate it but you need break too. So I´m sending you to the best spa in city. For whole afternoon.” You were looking at him suspiciously. „Let me guess. It was Pepper´s idea.” You smirked at him and he smirked back. „She wants another baby Y/N! Another one! That’s why I need you all out of compound.” he said excitedly and gave you small card. „It´s key to every procedure in the spa. Now get lost.” „Rude. You owe me box of doughnuts!”  You took the card and left.

„Should I prepare car for you Miss Y/N?” F.R.I.D.A.Y. asked. „Yes please.” You went to your room to put your jogger pants on, paired with your Bucky´s hoodie and cute trainers with unicorns. You stole his hoodie as revenge for putting baby powder in your hairdryer. „Would you like some quick snack before you leave Miss Y/N?” „What do we have at home?” „There are dairy products, bread, cheeses, veggies and fruit.” „No cereals?” „On your shelf.” „Thank you F.R.I.D.A.Y..” You packed your stuff and went to the kitchen.

Surprisingly your cereals were on the shelf. Usually Bucky hides them somewhere. You happily poured it in bowl and took milk out. As it came out of bottle, you realized your mistake. It wasn’t milk, but shampoo mixed with water. And it was yours by the smell! You thanked all gods you didn’t washed your hair last night or this morning. „F.R.I.D.A.Y., where is Bucky?” „Sergeant Barnes left this morning Miss. Should I call him?” „No. But you can kill him once he will return.” „I'm sorry Miss, but I can´t do that.” „He committed crime!” „What he did miss?” „He put shampoo into the milk bottle!” AI was quiet for a bit. „According to internet it is considered as prank. I think  Sergeant Barnes wants you to laugh more.” „I will give him my best Cruella de Vil laugh when he comes back.” „Great idea Miss.” „As he will be dead once I´m done with him!” You threw everything into the bin and took out Bucky's opened box of Oreos. Then you went for toothpaste and did classy, but effective joke. Next was his favourite pair of running shoes. Perfect for mayo filling. You were very satisfied with yourself. As you went to the elevator Parca fled to Moi and Rai to tell them what have you done. And without their help.

Car ride took longer, because of traffic, but it worth it as you got off the car and stood in front of one of the most expensive spa resorts. You walked in and girl from reception smiled at you. „Good morning, how may I help you?” You gave her card from Tony. „Excellent. My name is Annie. Mr. Stark prepared a plan for you and your partner.” Of course he did. Wait. „Partner?” „Yes. Mr. Stark didn’t tell you?” „No.” Seconds later main door opened again and no other then Bucky Barnes walked in. Or better said thrusted in. „Hello doll.” he smiled at you. „Borky.” Annie laughed and handed you clipboard. Sauna, Dead sea detoxifying body polish, Dead sea healing body polish, hair treatment, manicure and pedicure was written on it. Tony really wants to make Pepper happy by keeping you here as long as possible. „Follow me please.” Annie said and took you through big, double door into small corridor. „You can put your things into locker, put robe on and after 10 minutes in sauna go to room 8.” „Thank you.” She nodded and left.

You turned to Bucky. „What are you doing here?” „Same as you. Came to relax.” „But I thought I will be alone.” „Am I really that bad company? That hurts.” „Shut up Buck. You are the one who ignored me since our movie night few days ago.” „Awww, did you miss me?” „Maybe. I wanted to kill you like hour ago tho. So don’t be so happy,” „You found milk bottle.” „Uhhhm.” He was laughing when you disappeared in changing room.

Behind beige door was small room with sofa and two massage tables. „Hello, I'm Nicky. Your masseur.” „Hi.” you smiled and then frowned when she was eyeing Bucky from head to toe. „Can we begin or do you have any questions?” „Actually yes.” you admitted nervously. „I would like to know what you will be doing with me today.” „Let me see.” She tipped your card on monitor. „Ah. Dead sea detoxifying body polish. It´s a full body exfoliation with mango and sesame body scrub for flow and encourage cell renewal. Next, cranberry infused body oil and detoxifying Dead Sea mud mask. Then we will wrap you in foil and warm blankets to give mask a time. After that 50  minutes massage with lavender oil. You can choose hair treatment. And at the end is nail treatment.” „So we just lie down?” „Yes. My colleague will be right here.”

„Hey doll. Psst!” „What do you want?” you said groggily and turned your face to him. „Are you sleeping?” „Nope. But I´m very warm and I feel like I will be sleeping soon.” „Nooo. You can´t!” „Why not?” „Because I will be alone. What if something happen to me?” „Nah, you will be ok.” „Uhmmm. I´m sorry for that shampoo.” „You better be. Ruin my snack like that.” „Will China make you happy?” „Are you paying?” „Obviously.” „Good. Tony owes me doughnuts.” „It´s a date then.”  You were even hotter after his words and he chuckled.

After few hours you felt like jelly and was happy to have firm Bucky´s body to hold on. You walked home slowly, bags of Chinese food in hands.

„Welcome back Miss Y/N and Sergeant Barnes.” F.R.I.D.A.Y. said. „Is someone else here?” „No Miss Y/N. But I detected car of Miss Romanoff 5 minutes from here. Should I tell her you are looking for her?” „No, thank you. Your room or mine?” you asked Bucky. „Mine. Go ahead. I´m  gonna take some Oreos too.”

„Have your doughnuts.” he smiled and sat down next to you. „Wanna finish the Witcher?” „Yop.” You put it on and took your food from him.

Somewhere between sixth episode Bucky took out one Oreo and threw it whole in his mouth. Moment later he was spitting it out. „What the fuck?!” You looked at him drinking his water and couldn’t hold a burst of laughter that left your mouth. „It was you? Come here!” He jumped on the bed, pinning you on your side, and started tickling you. I said I was sorry for my prank but you renewed a war doll.” You didn’t answer and tried to run away, but he only held you firmer. „Enough, enough! Please. I can´t breath.” He turned you so you were facing him and atmosphere suddenly changed. His nose brushed yours and you closed your eyes, when all of the sudden loud moan was heard from next room. „Someone forgot to soundproof the bedroom.” You giggled, but cursed Sam for ruining yet another chance for kiss from Bucky. „I should go. It´s late.” „Yeah.” He looked sad. „Good night Borky.” You left him with heavy heart.

Moi and Rai were crying, sitting on your ottoman. They were sure it was Parca´s work.

Next chaper will be 6.3.2021