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rebelelegance · 2 years ago

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Can I get MCU!peter Parker x female reader fluff where they had been dating in secret for a few months before they get caught sneaking into each other’s room at night by your choice and they finally decide to tell the avengers and just pure fluff at the end thank you 😘😘

Love, nonny 💕💕

Juice Pops

A/N: I tweaked it just a bit. Hope you like it!

Summary: You and Peter decided to keep things quiet. That is, until a certain 5 year old decided even juice pops couldn’t stop her from telling her dad about the weird things she’d heard and seen.

Pairing: MCU! Peter Parker x reader, Avengers x teen!reader, Bucky x teen!kinda-sister!reader

w/c:2700+

Warnings: PURE FLUFF, reader is an orphan, thought it’s only mentioned once. All avengers are alive. No one dies. Period.

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Peter Parker was the sweetest human being ever. He was an amazing friend too, but he was the best boyfriend.

You’d joined the avengers a little after he had, after your best friend Lila Barton had seen your sparring skills when she’d come to watch one day. One thing led to another and you’d become the youngest agent on the team. When you and Peter met, you’d hit it off immediately.

Currently you were seated in your room in the tower, struggling with calculus when said boy scrambled through your window.

“Baby you have no idea what happened today,” he started, dropping his bag on the bed, pulling off his mask, full of excitement. You stopped, getting up and turning to him as he wrapped his hands around your waist, your own resting on his shoulders. “Yeah? What’d I miss?” you asked, a goofy smile on your face.

“I got an old lady a taco for free, courtesy of the suit,” he grinned.

You laughed, dropping your head to rest on his shoulder. He smelled like a tree. His hands tightened around your waist, pulling you even closer to his chest, as if that was even possible.

“I missed you,” he whispered, one hand resting on your head, as the other wrapped itself around your torso.

“Me too, spidey,” you responded, lips sending a wave of goosebumps over his skin, as you placed a soft kiss on his neck.

You both went to different schools, which meant you only saw each other at the tower. However, no one else knew about the relationship, because you were afraid of their reactions.

Except Ned. And Lila.

Which meant that you had to keep things subtle.

Which also meant you weren’t supposed to cast loving glances or wink at each other.

You weren’t supposed to. But what else were Ned and Lila around for?

Peter pulled away slightly, just so that he could see your face, your bodies still flush against each other’s. He cupped your jaw, kissing your forehead first, before his lips met yours. Your hands found their way into his hair, tugging slightly. He moaned, grabbing your lower lip with his teeth, tugging slightly, his hands sliding down the curve of your body, down till your hip, before squeezing it lightly.

You both pulled away after a few minutes, gasping for air, lips swollen and cheeks red. Just as you were about to reconnect, you heard a knock on your door. Both of your eyes widened in panic, before Peter quickly dived under your bed, relying on the shadows to hide him.

You straightened yourself out before quickly opening the door, to find a very amused looking Bucky staring back at you. “Y’alright kid?” he asked, a smirk playing on his lips. You tried to move slightly, trying to cover your bed as much as possible.

“Yup! Perfectly, perfectly fine,” you said, hoping he hadn’t heard anything. He nodded, that damn smirk never leaving his face. “Alright then, dinner’s ready,” he told you, peeking past you into your room, before turning around and leaving.

You quickly spun around shutting the door and leaning against it. Peter crawled out from under the bed, dusting himself off before giving you a panicked look. You shook your head, “Even if he heard, he won’t spill the beans.” you assured him.

Bucky had quickly become like an older brother to you, taking you under his wing when they all found out you didn’t have any parents. He’d done everything for you, from showing you the ropes of handling yourself on the field, to trying (and failing) to help you with homework. He’d even threatened a few boys that had been after you. You wouldn’t be surprised if he knew, but were confident he wouldn’t tell. However, he and Peter never seemed to get along, so it did seem off that he hadn’t lectured you about it yet.

Maybe he didn’t know as much as you thought. Or maybe he suspected it was someone else.

It was definitely the second one. You knew how much Bucky disliked Peter, and he probably trusted that you wouldn't date him.

You felt the teensiest bit guilty.

“I should get down to dinner,” you said, walking up to your boyfriend. He nodded, the disappointment on his face evident. “I’m sorry. You should go home for dinner too. Come back after, yeah?” you asked, holding his face in your hands. He nodded again, “Yeah, I’ll do that.”

He pressed his lips to yours once more, before grabbing his bag and jumping out the window. You ran over, watching as he swung away into the night, before closing, and pulling the blinds, then making your way downstairs.

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“Princessa, please explain to my sister that she is absolutely wrong,” Pietro pleaded, pointing to Wanda with his fork.

“I am not! N/n tell him that he’s the one who’s wrong,” Wanda replied, staring angrily at her brother.

They were talking about Wanda’s cooking.

Pietro hated it.

The team was divided, exactly half supporting one of the siblings each, so naturally Pietro looked to you for help.

You held your hands up in defense, “Don’t ask me. I need food. As long as I get it, I’m not judging,” you laughed, shaking your head.

“But if you had to choose?” Pietro asked, waving his fork around.

You pretended to ponder your choices for a minute, before shrugging, “If I had to,” you dragged, looking between the both of them before your eyes settled on Wanda. Her face lit up - “it’d be Pietro,” you said, raising your hand as he gave you a high-five. Wanda frowned, “I should’ve known. Of course you’d support him! I’m not helping you with homework anymore!”

You stared at her, mouth agape. “Don’t bring my homework into this,” you warned, waving your fork in her face. She just shrugged before continuing to eat.

The entire table erupted in laughter, Wanda and yourself included.

After eating, you quickly ran up to your room, finding Peter already waiting on your bed.

“You’re lucky no one else can open this door without my permission,” you told him, climbing in next to him. He pulled you into his chest, a hand on your shoulder and the other on your waist. You sighed, letting yourself relax.

He ran a hand through your hair, “How was your day?” he asked quietly.

You hummed, “It was good. Calculus sucks though.”

You felt the vibrations of his laughter in his chest, “Yeah, it’s a tough one.”

You felt yourself slipping into a slumber, soft lips against your forehead.

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“Ms.L/N, Ms.Stark wants entry into your room,” FRIDAY announced, your eyes snapping open.

You groaned, “Let her in.”

The little girl walked into your room as the door opened, bare feet against the cold morning tile.

She paused a few feet away from your bed as you sat up stretching, “What’s up Mickey?” you asked. The nickname coming from her obsession with Mickey Mouse.

“Why is Petey in your bed?”

Your eyes widened in shock, head spinning around to find Peter asleep in your bed.

Oh shit.

“Uhhh,” you had to think fast, “He was helping me with uh-with- with homework and he - um- he got tired - and he- he just fell a-asleep here. Yeah.” you said nodding, satisfied with your answer. How suspicious could a 5-year old be?

But that’s when Peter woke up.

He sat up stretching, wrapping his arms around you, before pressing a kiss to the side of your chest. “Good Morning, baby.”

The panic in your chest grew.

Morgan stared at you for a minute, “Why did he just call you baby then?”

Yep. You were fucked.

Peter seemed to have realized what was going on then, because he immediately backed away, back hitting the wall. You turned to glare at him, as he shot you an apologetic look.

“Okay, okay, Morgan look. You can’t tell anyone.” you said, getting off the bed to kneel in front of her.

She blinked, “It’s a secwet?”

“Yeah, yeah it’s a secret,” you said, nodding.

She put her tiny finger on her chin, tapping slowly, looking away, thinking about it.

You hated how a 5 year old was making you feel so terrified, right now.

She looked at you, the most sinister smile a kid could muster, forming on her lips. “Then, you get me all the free juice pops I want. Whenever, I want” she said.

Dammit, she was good.

You nodded. You had no choice.

She gave you a tight nod, before prancing out of the room, the actual reason she’d walked in long forgotten.

“We’re fucked,” your boyfriend said, letting out a breath of air.

“You think?!” you asked, spinning around.

He held his hands up in surrender, “I didn’t know! I literally just woke up!”

You shook your head. “Whatever. We just have to,” you waved your hands around, “give her what she wants,” you sighed.

“She’ll get sick.”

“Do YOU want to explain to Mr.Stark why you’re dating the newest recruit?” you asked, pointing to him.

He shook his head frantically.

“Yeah,” you whispered, running a hand through your hair.

“So, what now?” he asked, climbing off of your bed.

You looked at the wall clock, sighing. “Now, we have school,” you muttered, rubbing your eyes tiredly.

Peter nods. “See you after school?”

You nod, pulling him in for a quick kiss, before you both bid each other goodbye and he was out your window.

Today’s gonna be a long day.

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You’d managed to force Lila into coming to the tower with you, surprising Clint a little.

“You girls alright?” he asks, watching his daughter walk in with you.

“We’re fine dad, we’re gonna go study,” Lila assures him, pushing you towards the stairs.

“She just doesn’t wanna go see her boyfriend right now, Mr.Barton!” you yell, Lila hitting you immediately, eyes narrowed, “Shut up!”

You’d basically called her in as a reinforcement.

Within 5 minutes of you entering your room, Morgan made her way in.

The fear you felt for this child was unlike anything you’d ever experienced.

“Juice pop,” she declared. You sighed, getting off the bed, as Lila started snickering. You shot her a look over your shoulder as you guided Morgan towards the kitchen. Luckily, there was no one there.

You got her the flavor she wanted, and she skipped off again. You thought the worst of it was over.

Boy, were you wrong.

She came back twice before dinner.

The second time, Sam saw you give her one.

The third time, it was Steve.

“I swear if she comes back again, I’m gonna blow,” you whispered to Lila on your way down.

Peter was helping Natasha and Pepper set up the table, and you quietly joined them, trying to signal to Peter that things were going well so far. It was one of the days when he ate over at the tower, but you hoped it wouldn’t mess things up.

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Morgan decided she wanted to sit around with all of the “big people” today.

Her eyes wouldn’t leave you and Peter.

The second you finished eating, is when hell struck.

“Y/N, I want a juice pop,” she said grinning.

Oh boy.

“Morgan, you already had one,” Steve said.

“She did?” Tony asked.

“Two,” Sam said, holding up two fingers.

“What?!” Pepper asked, shocked.

Shit shit shit shit shit.

“Wrong!” Morgan giggled. Your eyes snapped to her, trying to warn her.

She held up 3 fingers. “I had thwee.”

That little-

You looked at Lila with pleading eyes, but you could tell that even she didn’t know what to do.

The panic in your chest grew, the adults talking over each other as your eyes found Peter, the same thoughts circling his mind.

We’re done for.

“Morgan, honey, who gave you those?” Tony asked.

Don't say Y/N. Don't say Y/N. Don't -

“Y/N”

Annnd she said Y/N.

All heads turned to you.

You looked at Morgan. You were still safe. As long as she didn’t-

“And if she doesn’t give me one more, I’m telling everyone her wittle secret.”

Your eyes widened, landing on a very terrified looking Peter.

“What secret? You might as well spill ‘cause you’re not getting anymore juice pops,” Tony declared, eyes narrowing as he looked at you.

Morgan shrugged, “Petey called Y/N baby,” she giggled, “and they were sleeping together.”

You wished you could make like Scott and just disappear.

“What?!” Bucky yelled.

“We weren’t having sex, I swear!” Peter blurted out.

“What’s sex?” Morgan asked.

“Not in front of the kid!” Pepper exclaimed, dragging Morgan away.

“You were sleeping on her bed?” Clint asked.

“They were just sleeping, dad!”

“Lila, you knew?!”

“FRIDAY, how come I didn’t get any reports of Peter coming in through the window or something?”

“It’s not necessarily a safety hazard, sir.”

“Yeah, well from now on it is.”

“Noted, sir”

You looked around as everyone started talking over each other. You couldn’t think, not in this noise.

“OKAY!” you yelled, silencing everyone.

You looked at Peter, “The cat’s out of the bag,” you muttered.

“Hell yeah. So, care to explain?” Buck asked. You could tell he was mad.

You let out a shaky breath, “We,” you said pointing between you and Peter, “are dating.”

The table was eerily quiet. No one said a word.

“We didn’t know how you would react. We knew some of you,” Peter paused, looking at Bucky, “wouldn’t like it very much.”

“Alright.” Steve nodded, “The three of you get out of here, the adults need to talk,” he pointed to you, Peter and Lila.

“And stay downstairs where we can see you,” Bucky ordered.

You all nodded, before slipping away quietly.

Lila tried to comfort you both, but you were still scared. You didn’t like the way Bucky had been looking at you. Almost, like he’d felt… betrayed. You knew they wouldn’t tell you to break up, but you were worried that it would weaken your relationship with Bucky.

When they called the three of you out, you could still see the fire in his eyes. And as expected, the verdict was not that bad.

“Just - keep your door open,” Tony said, tiredly rubbing his face, “and you,” he pointed to Peter, “use the goddamn front door.”

“You got that?” Steve asked.

You both nodded.

“That’s enough drama for one night, you guys should go to sleep,” Bruce said.

You looked to Peter, and he hesitantly came over, giving you a hug, his chin against your head. “We’re okay,” he whispered.

“Yeah.”

“I’ll text you,” he said, pulling away. You nodded, his eyes flickered to your lips, but you shook your head.

Not in front of everyone. Definitely not now.

He seemed to understand, and so he just quietly walked away, bidding everyone a good night.

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It was past 11pm and you still couldn’t sleep.

You were worried about Bucky being mad at you.

You got out of bed, “FRIDAY, is Bucky asleep?” you asked.

“No he isn’t, Ms. L/N. He is in his room, however”

You nodded, making your way out of your room and over to his. You knocked in his door, and it swung open after a few moments.

“Y/N?” Bucky asked, looking tired.

“Are you mad at me?” you questioned, your voice breaking slightly.

“What? No,” he said, pulling you into his room.

You both walked over to his bed, sitting down side by side.

“Why would you think that?” he asked, looking at you.

“ ‘Cause you don’t like Peter,” you said matter - of - factly.

He laughed. “You’re right, but I mean, if he’s making you happy,” he shrugged, “who am I to judge?”

“Really?”

“Yes, but," he said pointing to you, suddenly looking serious, “if he hurts you - ”

“You’ll break his neck?” you asked, grinning.

He tilted his head to the side, “I was gonna say, I’ll mess up his pretty little face but sure, you’ve got a better idea.”

“Bucky!” you gasped.

He burst out laughing again, and this time you joined in.

“Can I sleep here tonight?” you asked after a minute, making your best puppy face.

“Y/N” he groaned.

“Please! I swear I won’t pull all of the blanket off of you this time!” you said, joining your hands in a prayer-like manner.

He looked at you, clearly not trusting you.

“And I’ll never hide something from you again. I promise.”

“Deal” he said, climbing over to his side of the bed.

“That’s all it took?” you asked, laughing, and laying down next to him.

“Hey! I’m a simple man!” he said feigning shock.

You scoffed, “A simple man who hates a teenager.”

“A simple man who hates Peter Parker. There’s a difference,” he said, holding up his finger.

“Oh shut up Barnes!”

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bookishtheaterlover7 · 1 year ago

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This was so sweet!!! 🥹❤️

I don't know if it's the hormones or the fact that this is so good, I was legit crying through some parts 😅 Bucky's one idiot, but he's an idiot in love. 😁

When we are older

Pairing: BestFriend!Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x BestFriend!Girlfriend Reader

Summary: You and Bucky are best friends since childhood and you have the plan to marry when you’re older. But when you move away he turns into an idiot.

Warnings: hurt/comfort, angst, Bucky being an idiot for a while, but much of fluff

Wordcount: 6.7k (I know it’s so long but please, it’s worth it [at least I hope but it is I guess])

A/N: After you all wanted to read this one I wrote it and you know it with the title “Only love can hurt like this” but I had planned to name this one “When we are older”. The song “Older” by Ben Platt inspired me a bit, so I hope you enjoy that. Divider made by @firefly-graphics.

A/N²: Thank you to @cosmicbucky for encouraging me with that idea and helping me with some ideas for this one, that really means a lot.

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10. March 1925

"Happy Birthday, Buck!", you scream and throw your hands around his neck. He immediately wraps his arms around you and presses your little body against his. "Now you're 8 years old,", you say with a proud smile on your lips, and you kiss his cheek gently.

"Come, I will show you my presents," he whispers, and he takes your hand into his little one. He runs, pulling you along with him, with a huge smile on his lips. He is so happy to have you with him. His little doll, his best friend and the one he loves the most.

When you both arrive at the table, you are fascinated by all the presents. "My new stuffed cat. I will call her Alpine. Mommy said, I will get a cat when I get older." He puts his stuffed animal into your arms. It's a little white cat with ocean blue eyes. They immediately remind you of Bucky's eyes. "It looks so sweet, and her eyes are as blue as yours," you say, patting the little head of the stuffed animal.

"And here," he says, climbing on the table to find something else to show you. He hands you a picture. It shows the both of you during the trip a few weeks ago. Bucky stands behind you, and his hands are wrapped around your waist, while you both stand in front of a waterfall. His head turns towards you, and you still know the words he whispered into your ear.

"We are going to marry one day, aren't we? I love you so much, my doll. You're the most wonderful girl in the world, and I will love you forever."

You both giggle when you look at the picture. His one hand wraps around your waist while you lay your head on his shoulder. "You still remember what your answer was?", he smiles, and you nod. How couldn't you?

"You're so sweet, Buck. I will love you forever, too. Can we marry at the beach? Or in the tree house?", you asked, and his answer was "Everything for my doll."

He put the picture back on the table and wanted to do the same with the stuffed animal when he saw you wrapping his arms around him and cuddling. "If you cuddle Alpine more than me, I'm mad,", he says, giggling, before you both walk back to the other guests. All of them are adults, but you both don't mind; you have each other, and that is everything that counts for you.

Bucky and you lay in the tree house, watching the stars and the moon, while most of the guests are home again. His hand is around you, and he presses you tightly against his body. "I wish we were already older; then we could marry,", he whispers, kissing your forehead.

You absolutely love his forehead kisses, and you're the only one doing it. Even when someone told him to kiss another girl, he hit the guy in the face. "You remember the theater when you almost wanted to hit the man's face?", you ask, and Bucky nods, breathing loudly against your skin and making you giggle.

The week before the holidays is always filled with much fun for the students. And this time it is a theater performance. You wait for Bucky before you walk into the room with the other kids and adults.

"Hey, doll,", he says, wrapping his arms around you. He kisses your forehead gently. You walk together into the room and take a seat next to each other. When the lesson starts, you both pay attention to the people explaining what you all have to do. But you and Bucky can't stop looking at each other every now and then. He smiles widely when you meet his gaze, and his eyes brighten whenever he looks at you.

After finding out more about the characters, the plot, and the role for everyone, you start to exercise the performance. You're on the stage right now. You play the fairy, which you really want to play, and walk in the background before you have to go to the prince to tell him what he has to do. Bucky stands in front of the stage, looking as often as he can towards you while he plays his role as the prince.

When you walk towards him, he smiles widely, while the princess sits in front of him, looking into a book. A dwarf has enchanted her, and the prince wants to help her before they are going to marry each other.

You reach them and walk a circle around them. "You don't need to fight against the dwarf; you only need to kiss her. The kiss of true love, my prince.", You say your lines and walk around them both before you go off the stage. He follows you before he turns his head to the princess.

Bucky leans down, but he is a few inches away from the princess. "James, you need to kiss her. Just her cheek or her forehead,", the man says. Bucky turns around and looks at him with half-closed eyes, and his eyes darken. He is angry, and you know that because when someone makes jokes about you, he looks like that too. "I don't want to kiss her,", he says, folding his arms in front of his chest. "We talked about that scene. It's just her cheek or forehead,", the man tries again, but Bucky shakes his head.

He walks off of the stage and towards the man. When he stands in front of him, he doesn't even reach the chest of the theater teacher. With his little fingers, he points up to him and speaks between clenched teeth. "I. Don't. Want. To. Kiss. Her.", he points out every word.

You smile at the scene in front of you. Little Bucky is a big man, but Buck acts like he is bigger and could throw the man down when he wants to do it. "But a prince has to kiss the princess,", the theater teacher says, pointing towards the princess before he looks back at Bucky.

Bucky shrugs and walks towards you. The man looks at the two of you in confusion when Bucky presses his lips on your forehead, making you blush. "I've kissed my princess. And she is the only one I will kiss. I'm not going to kiss a 'would like to be' princess. Only my princess, and she is playing the most wonderful fairy because she is the most wonderful and perfect girl on earth. Understood?", he says, looking with an angry gaze back at the teacher.

He smiles and shakes his head lightly. "Oke", he says, clapping into his hands. "Then you don't have to kiss her. Put your head on her head,", the teacher adds, and Bucky nods proudly of himself before he kisses your forehead again and walks back on the stage to practice the theater performance.

You both lay in the tree house, looking at each other and talking about everything and nothing. Both of you love to just be there; it's like your little home. And you're almost planning your wedding and your future life together.

"No matter what happens later, the one person I take care of, protect, and need in my life is you, my doll,", he says, and you blush, giggling about his words, but you want it too; you want him.

28. June 1933

Bucky stands in front of you. His arms are around your waist, and he presses you against his chest. He is still bigger than you, and over the years, he has gained a lot of muscle. The cute little boy turned into a young, wonderful man, and almost every girl loves him, even some boys.

"You know I still love only you,", he whispers, and his voice breaks a bit. "We are gonna marry one day. It's not that long until we can marry,", he jokes, but you can feel the tears running down his cheeks. You smile sadly when you pull away. Just a bit to look into his eyes.

His eyes are red, but he smiles slightly. He tries to give you some strength. "I love you too, Buck,", you whisper, and you know he will wait for you. Shit job from your parents, so you have to move to the other side of the country. But he is yours, and you're his; you both have said that. His lips meet yours, and you can taste your salty tears while you lay your arms around his neck, pressing him more towards you.

When you have to go into the car, he waves and runs next to it before your parents drive too fast for him. You lean your head back and close your eyes. The tears stream down your cheeks quietly. You know he will wait for you; you know you're the only girl in his life; and you know he wouldn't do the things you both did. But no matter how much you know that, you don't want to move away, even when you know you can come back in a few months, maybe some years.

You pull out the little letter he gave you before you take your seat in the car.

For my doll.

When you unfold the letter, you can see the whole paper covered with blue ink and his handprint, which you love. But you also see some points with smeared ink, and you know he cried when he wrote the letter for you.

Hey, doll.

I hope you will have a good start at the new school there. If not, write to me, and I will come to you as far as I can. Believe me, I wanted to tell you that I will never find the right words. I had a couple of weeks to think about the perfect words.

You smile at his words, knowing he is right. And so both of you could just cuddle and kiss each other. Lying in the tree house again and feeling the things you already felt eight years ago.

Can you imagine that I got Alpine eight years ago? And now we have the real Alpine for a year. I told you about a surprise; I will tell you what it is. When you open your suitcase, you will find something you really love. And I can't get the picture of you with it in your hand out of my head. So I decided you both are perfect for each other until I can hold you in my arms again when I visit you. When you open your suitcase, you will find Alpine there. The stuffed animal, of course, but you have loved her since my eight birthday, so she is yours, like I'm.

You feel the smile on your lips with every word you read, but also the tears. Your mom takes you out of your thoughts and off of the letter for a moment. "We planned a trip, and we could ask Bucky if he wanted to come with us. Actually, we already asked him and his parents, and they said yes,", he says, stroking your knees with his hand. You smile even wider and look at her. "That sounds perfect,", you say before you turn your attention back to the paper.

I love you so much, and I can't wait to hold you in my arms again. A second surprise for you is the chocolate you like the most. I put it in your favorite cup. This is the chocolate we had our first kiss with. Or it was the reason for our first kiss.

You chuckle lightly when you think about the kiss. The first real kiss you both shared was the first time your lips met his, and the feeling of butterflies in your stomach grew.

It was when the two of you were in the tree house, like always. You watched your favorite movie while eating your favorite snacks. When he was looking at you, Bucky pointed to your face. "Was it there?", you asked, giggling, and he sat up. You rolled yourself to the side and looked up at him. "There is someone chocolate,", he whispered, kissing the corner of your mouth. Then he placed his lips on yours. "I think I got you mixed up with the chocolate,", he whispered against your lips, making you laugh softly.

He told you a few minutes later that there was no chocolate, but he wanted to kiss you. He laid on his back again and was looking at you while he told you. You leaned your body over him and kissed him again, while his hands moved to your hips and he pulled you onto his lap.

I love you, my doll; I always have and I always will. I can't imagine a life without you because you are my life. I hope we can see each other in the next holidays; otherwise, I will go crazy.

And I know you will be the most wonderful girl at your new school, and they will love you. I hope it is for them; otherwise, they miss the best person there is on this planet. I believe in you, and I'm so proud of you, doll.

I love you 'til the end of the endless line.

Your absolutely best friend, boyfriend, and one-day husband, Buck.

You have never talked about boyfriend or girlfriend. It was something usual for you two. You love each other, and there is no one else in your lives. So no one of you needed to say that directly or ask for it; you both are perfect for each other, and you know it since you're little kids.

5. September 1933

It's your first day at your new school. During the time you meet a boy, he lives just a few houses away from you, and you both become good friends. He is as old as you, a blonde-haired, muscular boy named Steve Rogers.

The two of you had a lot of time during the holidays, so you spent this time together. He helped you to avoid the pain in your chest, and he helped you to live at least a bit without Bucky by your side whenever it's possible. And Steve made you laugh as often as it was possible.

"Steve, where are we?", You laugh and look around. You're in the middle of a big room, but no one except the two of you is there. "In the classroom. Oke, maybe not, but I thought it's here,", he says and looks around.

You laugh even harder when he starts to scream like a little girl. "What the fuck?", he shouts, and when you look at him, he stands behind a table. "A spider,", he says, scratching the back of his head and blushing. "But it looks like a very big dinosaur or something,", he mumbles, trying to climb over the table again.

You look at him. "A dinosaur, really, Steve? You remind me of Bu-", you interrupt yourself, and your eyes widen. "Sorry, I'- not wanted,", you stutter quietly, but he shakes his head. "It's oke; don't worry. I know you miss him,", he says, and you nod your head, feeling the tears in your eyes, and wipe them away with one hand.

You feel his arms around you, and he holds you until you calm down a bit. "Can we go to our class now? I think this isn't the right room,", he whispers, and you chuckle lightly. Then he takes your hand and pulls you along with him out of the room and into the next room.

"Mrs. Y/L/N and Mr. Rogers,", the teacher says, pointing to the seats in front of him. You already don't like the place, but when you complain, the teacher will hate you. So you just walk to the table and take a seat, looking up at your teacher. He nods and continues with his lesson.

While you work on the tasks, your teacher walks around, and he often stands next to you. Steve sits next to you, and whenever the teacher isn't next to you, he makes jokes, and you almost burst out laughing whenever he says something.

"Steve, this is way too funny,", you say and giggle lightly. "Is it?", The voice of your teacher appears behind you, and you feel the cold shiver along your spine. "Sorry,", you mumble, but it doesn't help much to get less homework.

The lesson feels like two hours when you finally hear the bell and you almost run out of the room. You have a short break right now, and you want to use it to write a letter for Bucky. You told him you would send some his way, like you two did during the holidays.

When you reach a bench, you sit down and search for paper and a pen. You don’t need to think too long about things you write; you always have something to tell him, even if it’s only ‘I miss you’ or ‘I love you’.

Hey Buck.

Like I said last week, school started today, and it’s not too bad. I and Steve were late because we were in the wrong room, but it was oke. He made a lot of jokes in the lesson, and the teacher saw it.

But no matter how funny he is, he isn't like you. I really miss you, and I hope we can meet during the holidays. And in a few years, we can finally marry. I wish we were already a bit older.

How are you, and how is the school? Still as boring as always?

I love you, Buck.

Y/N.

You write, and when you finish it, you smile and put it all back in your back. With a look at the clock, you see the next lesson starts in a few minutes, so you walk back to go to your math class.

"Y/N!" Steve shouts and smiles at you when you walk closer. “Let’s go to math class, oke? And what do you think about a movie night?” he asks, and you nod immediately. “Sounds perfect,” you say, and the two of you make your way to the next classroom.

10. July 1935

You haven’t seen Bucky for eight months now, and he doesn’t write you letters anymore. You miss him so much, and it gets worse every day. Not even Steve can help you, so he made the best plan for the holidays, and when he stands in front of your door and shows you tickets, you smile lightly.

“We are going to meet him,” he says, and you look confused. “In the cinema?” you ask, and Steve chuckles. Then he shakes his head and hands you the tickets. You look at them, and when you realize this, your mood immediately changes to happiness.

Those are two tickets for the train, and when you read the place you are going, you can’t stop smiling. “We are going to meet Buck?” you ask to make sure you haven’t read something wrong. Steve nods at you, and then he points to the date. 10. July; 10.25 a.m.

"Steve, that’s in one hour,” you say, and you turn around to look for everything you need. He looks at you with amusement but also with adoration in his eyes. He takes a seat on your bed while you put everything in your bag.

When you suddenly turn around, you face Steve. “You’re the best,” you whisper, and you wrap your arms around his neck. “I know,” he chuckles, and he kisses your cheek gently. “But now let’s go,” he says, standing up to walk out of your room. You follow him.

The drive to Bucky takes a while, but with Steve, it isn’t boring. The two of you play some games and talk about everything and nothing. Even when you have already told him a lot about you and Bucky, you can always find other things for him to tell Steve. And he listens even when you talk for hours about it, and sometimes he asks you things so he can listen to more of your stories.

“He doesn’t have holidays yet, so we can go to school and meet him there,” you say while you wait to finally arrive at your home. Even when you live in another place now, your old home is still your home because of Bucky.

The next station is the one the two of you need to get out of the train. So you put your things into your bag and put on your jacket before you walk to the door with Steve. A big smile forms on your lips when the train slowly stops, and you would jump up and down when you could, but there are a lot of people, and you don’t want to embarrass yourself or Steve.

“Do you smell that wonderful air?” You ask when the door opens, and you take a deep breath. Steve chuckles, but nods then. “It’s nice here. So where is the school?” He asks immediately and looks at you.

He loves to see that huge smile, your lips, and the way your eyes brighten when you think about Bucky. Steve knows that Bucky means a lot to you, so he feels your joy inside of him as well. And he knows you to see that you’re so excited about the trip like he is. Steve can finally meet Bucky, the boy you always talk about and who seems like a really nice guy and lovely boyfriend.

You make your way through the streets to the school. With every step, you feel the excitement inside of you growing, and when you see the big building, you want to run there.

“There we are, almost, this building there,” you say, and you smile wide when you point to the school. The two of you walk next to each other along the street. With every step, you see more of the building and the schoolyard.

“When you walk around the corner and then along the street, you reach my old house,” you say, pointing to a corner. Steve follows your finger and looks interested. “It looks beautiful here, even better than in your stories,” he laughs, and you do as well. “Thank you for coming here with me,” you mumble before the two of you walk over the schoolyard.

“No problem. I prefer to see that beautiful smile of yours,” he chuckles, and you look up at him before you take his hand and pull him with you until you reach the entrance of the school.

There are already a few students, and when you look around, you see your favorite brown-haired boy. “Steve, Steve, there he is,” you mumble excitedly and walk closer to Bucky, who stands next to a tree and a little bench. When you walk closer, you see a girl standing in front of him, and she laughs about something.

“Buck,” you say, and he immediately turns around. He nods towards you and looks up and down at you before he looks at Steve. Bucky looks like a young man now; he has muscles, a slight beard, and his short brown hair is messy, but his steel blue eyes are still the same, as are his looks as well.

He turns his head back to the girl, excuses himself, and then comes closer to you and Steve. “What are you doing here?” He asks and nods to Steve. “I wanted to see you. I wrote a few letters, and now Steve said, we come here." You mumble and look up at Bucky.

The brown-haired boy nods and opens his mouth, but before he can say anything, another girl comes closer. “James, it was wonderful yesterday. Do you think we can do it again?” She asks, and you feel a cold shiver along your spine.

“But not today,” he says, and the girl smirks at him before she walks back to her friends. “Sorry,” he mumbles and looks back at you. You feel like you don’t know Bucky anymore. He looks so different, and his gaze and voice are so cold that you shiver whenever you look at him.

“How are you?” You ask, not knowing what else you could ask. "Good, and you? It looks like you found someone,” he says, looking at Steve, who stands next to you. “He is my best friend, but we are not together,” you say, and there is just a nod from Bucky.

“James, babe,” the girl he excused himself calls him. He looks annoyed and turns around. “Even when I fuck you, I told you not to call me ‘babe’ and I’m busy right now,” he groans, and you gasp quietly. The girl mumbles something, but Bucky just shakes his head and looks at you again.

“Sorry,” he says, and you feel the tears in your eyes. "Do you sleep with her?” You ask, and he chuckles darkly before he shakes his head. “I don’t sleep with her; I fuck them. Those girls beg for me; they are on their knees to spend a night with me. And I can do whatever I want with them; they are like fucktoys,” he explains, and you feel a tear rolling down your cheek. “What happened?” You whisper, and he looks confused before he shrugs.

“Buc-“ he interrupts you. “James,” he corrects, and you feel like you're in front of another person right now. The sweet boy who wanted to make you smile, loved you when you laughed, and wanted to marry you isn’t in front of you right now, and you don’t know why he is the way he is right now.

“I have my next class now, and after that, I go to a party with some girls to fuck them, so I need to go to my class now. It was nice to see you. If you want to get fucked too, you can just ask, but I’m sure he is also really good," he says, looking at you before he looks at Steve. “Have you fucked her, or are you the one making love?” He laughs sarcastically and waits for Steve's answer. “I don’t fuck her, and I haven’t slept with her. She loves you so much that she says no to everyone who just wants to dance with her, except me,” Steve says, placing an arm around your shoulder while you feel even more tears streaming down your cheeks.

When Steve says that you love Bucky, there is a moment where he looks like a lost puppy, a broken boy, but it immediately changes into a cold gaze, so you're not really sure if you saw it right. With a nod, he walks to the entrance of the school.

“Now we are older, and I wish we were younger,” you mumble and hide your face in Steve’s hoodie. He holds you tight against him and rubs your back with his hand, trying to calm you down while he mumbles sweet words into your ear.

“It’s oke. I have you, and he is hurt; he can’t see that he is doing this to you too,” he whispers, and you look up at Steve. Your eyes are red, and your cheeks are wet while you look up at him. “What do you mean? He fucks with all of those girls here,” you mumble, and you feel the tears burning in your eyes again. Steve uses his thumb to wipe them away and looks at you with a small smile.

Before he answers, he lifts you up, you let him carry you to the bench, and he sits down with you on his lap. “Have you seen that gaze when I told him you love him?” Steve asks, and you nod. “He misses you, and he is hurt. Maybe you should talk to him,” Steve explains, and you shake your head. “Noo,” you whisper and lean your body against Steve’s, your head resting on his shoulder.

“It wasn’t an offer; you will talk to him or I will,” he demands. “I don’t want to”, you mumble against his neck, and you close your eyes to get some sleep. Steve rubs your back slowly and helps you to sleep while he looks to the door, waiting until Bucky can go home.

It’s not too long until the door opens and the first people run out of the building. When Steve finds the brown-haired boy, he looks at him until he recognizes him and walks towards the two of you. You're half asleep when Bucky stands in front of you and looks at Steve. “What are you still doing here?” He asks and then looks at you with a loving gaze for a moment.

“I know you have a party you want to go to and fuck all those girls, but I want you to know that there is one girl who really loves you and she waits for you. When she saw you with those girls today, something broke inside of her, and I know you’re hurt. I don’t know why, but I don’t want you to hurt her. There was no one other than you she was talking about, and whenever someone asked her to go out, she said no,” Steve says, looking at Bucky with a serious look. “When you’re hurt, then tell her. But don’t act like you don’t love her. I can see that you have that look when you look at her; it’s only then. So warm and loving,” the blond-haired boy says, and Bucky swallows hard.

"Maybe, but I have something to do today,” Bucky says, wanting to turn around, but Steve stops him. “When you go to the party without talking to her, I will tell her that there is nothing about you that she always told me about. And that it’s not worth it to wait for someone like you; there are a lot of boys who would treat her better than you do right now,” your best friend says and strokes your back. You mumble something in your sleep while Bucky looks at you. Then he nods. "Let's go to my house,” he says, and Steve stands up with you. Bucky swallows hard when he realizes Steve’s words, and when he sees you, his gaze softens.

“Want to carry her? Otherwise, I would do it,” Bucky offers. “It’s oke, but her bag,” Steve answers and points with his head to your bag. Bucky smiles lightly when he sees the bag. You have had that one since the two of you were little kids. Then he throws it over his shoulder and walks next to Steve.

They don’t talk, but Bucky looks almost every second at you, making sure Steve holds you and because he just wants to see you. “Stevie?” You mumble, and Bucky's heart races when he hears your sleepy voice. He adores the one, at least as much as your voice in general. He missed hearing you talk, but he wouldn’t admit it; otherwise, he would feel the same as he did when you moved away.

“I have you, princess,” he mumbles, but Bucky hears it. And he wants to hit Steve right in the face when he calls you ‘princess’ but he knows he has no right to do it. “Are we at home?” You ask, but Steve shakes his head. “No, James is here, and we go to his house now,” he tells you, and you nod while you feel the tears again.

You let your best friend carry you to your second home, or it was your second home when you and Bucky were kids, but now you’re not sure about it anymore. “My mom is home,” Bucky says, and you feel a warmth running through his body when you hear his suddenly soft voice.

When he opens the door, the three of you walk inside, and Steve lets you down. “You can go into the living room; I just need to call someone that I have no time for parties right now,” he explains, and you nod while you walk into the living room. Steve follows you. You still know everything in that house, and it feels like nothing has changed except for a scratching tree in the corner of the room and a white fur ball lying on the couch.

“Alpine,” you say softly, and the little white cat lifts her head to look at you. She has steel blue eyes, the same as Bucky's, and she looks exactly like the cat Bucky got on his birthday when he turned eight.

With a few steps, you reach the couch and hold your hand in front of the cat. Alpine sniffs at your hand before she leans against it and lets you scratch her ear. "You are such a sweet little fur ball,” you coo. You turn your head to Steve and point with your head next to you on the couch.

“You can sit here. What did you say that he is so nice now?” You ask, and Steve chuckles lightly. "I told him the truth about your feelings, but I also told him that there are a lot of boys who would treat you like the princess you are,” he explains, and you smile at him.

When you hear footsteps behind you, you turn around and see the face of Bucky’s mother looking at you. “Y/n, I haven’t seen you in a while. You’re such a big and beautiful young lady now,” she says with a huge smile on her lips, and you nod before you stand up and almost run into her arms for a much-needed hug. “I missed you so much,” you whisper, and she agrees before she lets go and looks at you again. “I was sure you would be a gorgeous young lady, and you are,” she whispers and then looks at Steve.

“Hello, I’m Steve,” he greets the woman, and she nods before she walks closer to him and hugs him as well. “James is in his room?” She asks. “He wanted to call someone because of a party." You shrug and sit down next to Steve. Bucky’s mother takes a seat on the armchair across from you.

“I’m so glad you’re here, that the two of you are here. When you moved away, Bucky wasn’t the same anymore. In the first time, he tried to be as much as he was, but with every day, he turned more into an idiot. I haven’t seen him crying like that when you moved away, and I guess he changed into the one he is to avoid his feelings,” his mom says and sighs quietly. “I try to talk to him; I miss my little Buck, the one who wanted to marry me when we were young, and we didn't want to wait any longer there,” you chuckle. Steve listens to you and smiles lightly when he sees your chuckle.

Just a few moments later, the brown-haired boy walks downstairs again and comes into the living room. He doesn’t say anything when he takes a seat next to you, so you sit between your two favorite boys. He clears his throat, but then he is quiet again.

“Steve, I’m sure you heard a lot of stories about them; do you want to see the pictures of them? There are some really funny ones; I’m sure you will like them,” Bucky’s mother says and stands up. Steve nods with a wide and mischievous smile. “Love ya, princess,” he whispers into your ear. “Love ya too,” you say before he follows the woman out of the room.

Then you’re alone with Bucky, his jaw clenching, and he rubs his sweating hands in his pants. You look at him and see how nervous he is; he isn’t looking at you. “Buck, listen, oke,” you start, but before you can continue, you see tears streaming down his cheeks, and you interrupt yourself.

Suddenly, he stands up before kneeling in front of you, his hands on your thighs as well as his head. You place one of your hands on top of his head and run your fingers through his soft, brown hair. “I’m sorry, I love you,” he whispers against the fabric of your pants. You scratch his head softly and wait until he looks up at you.

After a moment, he lifts his head, and your eyes meet. His tears are wet, and his eyes are red when you wipe his tears away. He breathes deeply and then opens his mouth to say something, but before he can, you can see the tears streaming down his cheeks again. “It’s ok,” you mumble, and you glide your fingers through his hair.

“I’m sorry; I didn’t want to hurt you, never. I love you so much, but when you moved away-“ he starts, sobbing before he continues to speak. “Everything was so empty, and no matter where I was, we were there together. I missed you so much that I wasn't able to leave my room for weeks. And even so, there is everything that reminds me of you. I’m sorry for being an idiot; I wanted to think about aging nothing for a few minutes, but I haven’t thought about you then,” he whispers between even more sobs. He let his head fall down on your thighs again. “You really were an idiot,” you chuckle, and you capture Bucky’s face with your hands so he needs to look at you.

“But you’re my idiot,” you mumble before you lean forward and kiss him softly. You're not sure if it’s what he wants, but as soon as your lips meet, he wraps his arms around your waist and presses you closer. You feel the love and happiness, as well as the butterflies in your stomach, when his lips meet yours and his adorable blue eyes look lovely into yours. “Do you still want to marry me? We can do it; now we are older and can marry,” he whispers against your lips, and you nod. “I definitely want to, Buck,” you mumble. He smiles at you when you continue talking. “But no other girls anymore, and don’t be jealous about Stevie; he is nice,” you say, laughing, and Bucky nods with a smile before he kisses your forehead.

“No other girls and not jealous of Steve,” he chuckles, and it’s like his mother and your best friend heard you because they walk back into the room and see the two of you smiling at each other.

“Do you want some cake as well?” The woman asks, and you immediately look up at her with a wide smile. “What kind of cake?” You ask, and Bucky laughs when he sees your eyes brighten. “Your favorite,” Bucky whispers into your ear, and you push him back to jump to the kitchen.

"Cake, I’m coming,” you say, and the three others look at you while they burst out laughing before they follow you. When you reach the kitchen, you see the big cake on the table, but before you are there to steal it, you feel two strong arms around your waist and pressing against a body. “Do you like Alpine? She looks like my stuffed animal; do you still know it?” He asks, and you nod while you try to reach the table with the cake.

“Do you want me to bring you the cake?” Steve asks with a laugh, and you look at him with your best puppy eyes. "Yes, please,” you say, and he takes the cake but walks away from you, and you hear the two boys laughing. “You’re mean,” you mumble. Bucky kisses your neck, and you feel goosebumps all over your body.

“You’re the most wonderful girl, and I love you, my doll,” Bucky whispers into your ear, and you smile widely. “I love you too, Buck, but now give me some cake,” you say, smiling, and he shakes his head, looking at you with adoration and love in his eyes while Steve comes back with cake and places it back on the table.

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2braincellslz · 2 years ago

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can we get a list of the queue and the requests 🤭

YES, OFCOURSE!

This is in no particular order and the names arnt set in stone <3

Also, not all of these are requested.

Some of the ones from my last list have been scrapped. If you were looking forward to one and it isnt listed here, send in a Request or DM me and I'll do it :]

Carry a Kit, Now:

Steve Harrington x Fem!reader: after a major fight with the Demagorgan, YN and Steve fix up eachother wounds. Fluff, soft, comfort.

Your In Love With Who?:

Eddie Brock x Venom (cope). Eddie is trying to explain to Annie his complicated relationship with Venom to witch, Annie dose not understand but supports. The only problem is Venom keeps interrupting Eddie. Fluff(?), comedy.

Better Late Then Never:

Billy hargrove x male!reader. YN is on vacation in Cali (he wanted to bring Billy but Neil wouldn't let him) and he was still on vacation on Billy's birthday. Once YN gets back they share a very soft moment togather. Fluff; it's just really cute.

Maybe Just Handshake:

Jschlatt & fem!reader. Schlatt and YN hang out all the time. They run in to eachother at Wilburs New Years party. Wilbur practically dragged Schlatt here and then left him. Yn also wasnt having a great time. They get up to some trouble and just shake hands on new years countdown.

HANDS OFF, SHITLIPS:

Max x YN and Billy x fem!YN. (MAX AND BILLY FIGHT OVER YN. GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF THE GUTTER) Max and Billy fall for the same girl and fight over her.

Date Night:

Cc!Punz x Cc! Foolish x Masc!yn. Yall go out for a nightly drive, go to a comedy show, and then lose Foolish.

Sh, Sleep...:

Dad!schlatt & kid!masc!reader. Yn is having a hard time sleeping. He asks his dad, schlatt, if he can stay the night with him. Schlatt, being the good dad he his, comforts his son.

Where Love Is:

Jason Vorhees x Masc!reader. Jason has been suffering in silence recently. He worrys that you are with him out of pity or something. You help him feel better.

Love Like Ink:

Eddie Munson x Male!reader. Yn and eddie really want to get matching tattoos. They finally decided to combine their two favorite bands and tattoo eachother.

Listen To Me:

Bucky Barns x male!YN. Yn lost his voice on one of the missions with the avengers in a rather traumatic experience. He ans his Boyfriend, Bucky, work togather to help eachother move forward until one night when Bucky wake up from a nightmare.

My Eyes, Not His:

Billy Hargrove x Fem!reader. Neil is in jail. Thank God. And now YN and Billy are working togather to heal Billy's trauma.

Skipping to Avoid Him:

Billy hargrove x Fem!reader. Billy has been picking on YN for quite some time but one day YN dosnt show up to school. Billy takes it apon himself to find out why.

Because I Promised:

Cc!Schlatt & teen!masc!reader. Schlatt joined the DSMP because he made a promise to his best friend, Wilbur. Yn joined the DSMP because he made a promise to his best friend Tommy.

No More Demons:

Steve Harrington x fem!reader. Yn and Steve have always been the parents of the friend group, more or less against their own will. Now, that everything has settled down they have to deal with the consequences of taking on all that stress.

Skip To My Loue:

Eddie Munson x GN!southern!Reader. Eddie admits to his partner that he really doesn't know how to dance. Well, good thing his partner dose.

All is Fair in Love and Politics:

Wilbur soot & Jschlatt. Wilbur comes back to Manburg, throwing his pride out the window, the beg Schlatt to let Tommy back in to Manburg. Schlatt takes pitty on his old friend .

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hunterbunter3000 · 2 years ago

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Teen!Y/n : You did a really good job/pos!

Bucky :

Bucky : Why the hell did you spell that out loud

Bucky : And did you just call me a piece of shit--

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rosyrays · 5 years ago

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w e l c o m e

Hey everyone! I write imagines for most fandoms/celebs, though there are a few that I’m unfamiliar with but am willing to write for characters from it out of context from the canon plot. If you’re not sure, just ask!

My writing is not racial specific, therefore any requests that include specifics will just be tagged as x reader. This is because I want everyone to feel included and be able to imagine themselves in these fictional situations. Things like skin tone, hair colour, eye colour, etc will be left as reader insert (ex. y/h/c). However, I am a female, therefore my writi bf experience tends to lean towards female perspective, however if you wish to see a male!reader, I’m very much open to requests!

Thanks, and I hope to be posting soon!

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gettinshiggywithit · 2 years ago

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Marvel x monster high!

inspired by @multiverse-of-yn

word count:-1127

tw:- nothing that i can think of(maybe just that its not edited... :' 3)

pairing:-harley,peter,morgan x platonic!teen afab reader

with a cameo by clawdeen,draculaura and frankie stein

(will this become a series? who knows?)

clarification:- reader is from our world but can travel between universes to whichever she wants.also its like she's visited different fictional universes and is friends with a of of fictional characters!

ps. this is an old piece

It was a standard morning at the avengers compound and peter parker was in his assigned room,scrolling away on tumblr.

When suddenly,a bright pink,purple and blue portal opened up in his doorway.

Peter merely looked up and went back to scrolling and out of the portal came a (y/h/c) haired girl.

She stepped into peter’s room and closed the portal behind her.afterward she walked on over to peter’s bed,plopped down next to him and leaned on his shoulder.

“sup webs!” she said while watching him scroll.

“um nothing much y/n/n.just goun through the ‘ol hellsite,”he put his phone down and turned towards her, “what about you?how’s everything over on Earth-1218?”

“um still pretty non-super.basic as ever.”she said while yawning.

“so what brings you over?”peter asked.

“was bored,thought id visit my favourite web slinger!”she said over-enthusiasticaly.

At this peter got up off the bed and took her with him.

“well then lets go meet the guys!”the familiar spark in his eyes had returned and Y/n knew his social battery was finally at 100%

They walked out of his room and over to the common room where everyone was seated doing their regular stuff.

As soon as the duo walked in,the heroes visibly brightened.

“Hey kid! What brings you over to this side of the border?”asked tony from the kitchen island where he was making what Y/n could only guess was his Nth mug of coffee for the day.

“nothing much tony,just thought id visit you guys.” She said with a smile.

“its good to see you y/n/n .” Said bucky barnes as he enveloped the teenager in a bear hug.

“Buckyyy,” she squealed out as her older-brother-figure gave her a head pat. “whoa! You got a hair cut?!” she said outloud.

“yeah,how’d I look?”he asked as turned around.

“you look so different.” She said, “but- its a good different! You look way younger”she concluded.

“thanks kid!”He said,clearly happy with her response.

Next, she made her way over to the couch where peter had seated himself down.

“TV?”she asked and he nodded.

She picked up the remote to turn the tv on when all of a sudden she heard a sarcastic little voice and launched herself out of the couch and tackled the owner of said voice.

Harley Keener had no idea what hit him and when he looked down at the cause for his fall,to see his interdemential-travelling friend. “well hey there.” He said

“HIIIII!,” she practically screamed back.She hadn’t seen Harley since 2019.

He never seemed to be around when she happened to visit.

And a second after their little exchange Y/n heard a little giggle and looked up to see tony’s daughter,Morgan Stark standing a few centimeters away from where Harley had been standing just a moment ago.

She immediately got up and scooped up the little stark and gave her a kiss on the cheek and she started laughing even more.

“how’ve you been, bean?”Y/n said through her own laughter.

“Im oka-he-he”she said through little laughs.

Next she brought her over to the couch and Harley joined her.

Tony watched this whole ordeal and smiled his signature proud-dad smile.

“okay, shall we actually watch some TV now?”peter asked exasperatedly.

“yeah lets!”replied morgan.

At this the older avengers filed out of the room waving good bye as they went,it was going to get really loud really fast now that all four of Tony’s kids,both adopted and biological,were in one place.

The quartet just waved and didn’t think anything of it.The knew they were a little loud and they didn’t mind their older friends leaving.

This way they had more room to fool around and just have fun without having to worry about bothering anyone else!

Harley saw that both the web-slinger and his world-hopping buddy were busy and snatched up the remote from peter’s hand.

“HEY!” exclaimed both Y/n and peter in perfect unison.

To which he casually retorted,“well you guys weren’t gonna turn it on anytime soon.”

They mumbled out their protests but didn’t do anything to get the remote back.

Harley pressed the big red button and turned on the TV to a familiar and nostalgic little jingle.

Both peter and y/n’s eyes widened to the size of saucers and they had huge grins on their faces.

Harley immediately face-palmed. He recognized it too.

“MONSTER MONSTER HIGH MONSTER HIGH MONSTER MONSTER HIGH,FREAKY CHIC AND FLY MONSTER HIGH,WHERE STUDENT BODIES LIE!!!”

The duo belted out the lyrics to the monster high fright song and morgan just stared at them in wonder while Harley covered his ears.

After the anthem ended,the duo went on a rant about the series from their childhood while commenting on the new wave of dolls and how absolutely sacrilegious they were,and how maybe the new creeproductions could make up for it.

They even roped morgan into it and while the three of them were occupied,Harley changed the channel and started watching battle bots.

And five minutes later Y/n gasped out loud and everything went silent,apart from the robot match on the television.

“what??”asked peter in a small voice.

“I HAVE A GENIUS IDEA!”exclaimed Y/n.

Next she leaned in and told peter and morgan her idea.

“OKAY!!”came their reply and Harley knew they’d definitely rope him into it.

Next the three of them got up and dragged Harley along with them

“where are we goin?”asked already Harley knowing that he wasn’t going to like it.

“We,my little friend,”started Y/n, “are goin on over to monster high!”

“Wait what?!”said Harley, “how??”

To which Y/n wacked him on the head, “my little trick you wackus bonkus!” she said.

“that’s not the joke-, okay fine but wont they be, oh I dunno weirded out by the sudden appearance of a few normies’”he asked.

“well I already know them and- wait how do you know we’d be considered normies??” she asked

“I…I watched a few episodes okay!” he admitted.

“I knew you were a man of culture,keener!” said peter,posin dramatically with his hands on his hips.

“okay whatever,lets get goin,or do you guys wanna stay and chat?”he asked,a smug look on his face.

“right!”said Y/n

“buckle in boys and girl,we’re goin to the most skull-tastic highschool ever!” and with that she opened another portal right in the common room.

They all stepped through and the next thing they knew,they were in a crowded hallway filled with different students from the student body of the most iconic monster school.

“Oh my fangs! Y/n is that you??”they heard a little voice and when they turned around,Y/n,peter,Harley and morgan were met with the iconic, trio of Clawdeen wolf,Draculaura and Frankie stein.

“No way…..” said peter in disbelief.

“yes way!” said Y/n.

“guys meet my ghoulfriends clawdeen,ula d and Frankie!”she added “and ghouls,meet Harley,peter and morgan!”

dividers by @justlgbtthings

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#monster high #clawdeen wolf #draculaura #frankie stein #harley keener #peter parker #morgan stark #marvel #mcu #marvel x monster high #marvel x reader #harley x reader #peter x reader #draculaura x reader #clawdeen x reader #frankie x reader #monster high x reader

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aries-writingblog · 3 years ago

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Brave Enough

Summary: Bucky wonders if he’ll ever be brave enough to admit his feelings to you

Words Count: 1980- ish (I got a little carried away- sorry!!)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: language, characters engaging of age drinking

A/N: gif is not my own, credit to original creator. Happy reading!!

“Bucky, lighten up, man.” Steve griped, flicking through the menu. The brunette didn’t respond, just slumping down lower in his chair and sulking even more. A deep frown etched onto his features. “It’s just a couple hours.”

“Whatever.” He snipped. Bucky could feel his teeth grit together, his jaw aching from pressure. Sam’s foot connected with his under the table, a teasing tilt to his eyebrows.

“He’s just mad that he has to be here instead of lurking ‘round in the shadows back home.” Sam nudged his foot again. Bucky kicked out, but Sam was too quick. Pulling his foot away just in time. “You ever catch him at like three in the morning, just standing around in a dark hallway?”

“Shut up.” Bucky hissed, snatching a spoon from his place setting. The utensil flew across the table, smacking Sam in the chest before falling to his lap. “And I’m not mad I have to be here.”

He truly wasn’t upset he had to be there. He was upset that one person in particular wouldn’t be in attendance. YN was still off on a mission, unfortunately missing Wanda’s birthday dinner. Without her, Bucky would just spend the whole night sulking, no one else treated him the way she did. No one else was her. Without her, his night was already marked as uneventful and boring.

“You are.” Steve corrected, glancing to his watch. “The girls should be here by now. What’s holding them?”

Bucky glanced around the restaurant, eyes scanning over Tony who was animatedly speaking with the owner. Bruce, retuning from the restroom, Peter following him with a million questions. The older man seemed to age further as the teen pestered him- asking questions ranging from science to personal. The kid could be slightly invasive at times.

The door opened- the other half of their party. The birthday girl. Wanda made her way across the room, Natasha behind her and…

“YN.” Bucky felt a weight lift from his chest- possibly his reluctance to be at the table. He watched as she gave him a small smile and wave before Wanda pulled her off to the bathroom.

“Save me a seat!” YN called, meeting Bucky’s eyes. His eyes followed her all the way, until he could no longer see her. Then he was brought back into reality by a cough.

Fuck- he did that in public. His eyes fell to Steve and Sam, their faces schooled into expressions of taunting delight.

“You gonna save her a seat or what?” Steve asked, lips twitching as they begged to smile. Bucky flicked his wrist, giving his friend a very classy middle finger as they snickered in response.

But Bucky did as she said. He unfolded the napkin at the place mat on his right, showing someone was going to sit there. Then he tucked his hands into his lap, waiting anxiously for her return. Sam pursed his lips, leaning his elbows on the table. Bucky groaned, regretting his decision to stay out when Sam sat across from him.

“Won’t you just tell her you’re in love? It would be a lot easier.” He advised, fingers laced under his jaw. Bucky scowled, his foot finally catching Sam off guard, foot connecting with his shin bone. The man cursed, jerking his chair back.

The bathroom door opened, the trio of women hustling toward the table. Natasha was shoving YN playfully, the woman responding with a laugh. Then she turned her eyes to him and he stopped breathing. Stopped living. Oxygen leaving his lungs at an exponential rate when she smiled. Teeth flashing.

“Got a seat for me, Barnes?” She asked- the sound of her voice snapping his consciousness back into the present. Bucky stumbled over himself clumsily, shoving his own chair back to pull hers out for her. “Thank you.” He pushed her back in before taking his own.

“I thought you were still in Arizona?” He kept a constant tab in his brain to focus. There had been several occasions when the pair were carrying a conversation and he noticed, too late, he had just been staring into her eyes. He didn’t mean to- it just happened.

“Just landed. Sorry I didn’t tell you sooner I was back- Wanda begged me to come tonight so I had to rush to get dressed.” She explained, giving a half hearted gesture to her clothes. Bucky saw nothing wrong with them- she looked beautiful as always.

“No worries. You look beautiful anyways.” Bucky smiled. He could see in the corner of his eye- Sam and Steve sharing a look across the table. Bucky always experienced these mood swings around YN.

If he was distraught, she was there to soothe him. If he was annoyed or angry, just seeing her face would brighten his day. If he was happy, which wasn’t too often without her being a catalyst, she only intensified that feeling.

Bucky had met YN three months into his stay at the Tower. They shared a wall- his apartment was the one beside hers. He didn’t know she was his neighbor the night she came stumbling home from a mission- exhausted and dirty. Dried blood on her hairline and a red path dripping from her nose. She didn’t notice him that night as he sat in the quiet common area of floor 48. She brushed past him and dug into the fridge. He watched her shove six slices of cold pizza onto a plate and snatch three beers before disappearing into her apartment.

Needless to say, he was intrigued. But he never spoke to her. Not until two months later, in the middle of the night. She happened upon him sitting in the quiet, wide awake and writing in his journal. She commented that she also journaled- sprinting back to her bedroom to bring back a leather bound journal covered in stickers. She then offered him some of his own stickers, pressing them to the black journal in his hands.

Four months of midnight meetings passed and Bucky was infatuated. He found himself wanting to speak to her all the time- going out of his way to find her and talk. Thinking of her all the time, linking an activity with her. Asking himself ‘I wonder what YN would think of…’ Sitting with her at meals, hanging out when she was home. If he could, Bucky would have her attached to his hip at all times.

When they were together, Bucky would go to any lengths necessary to keep her there longer. To take more of her time. For once in his life, he wanted to be selfish. He wanted her complete and undivided attention. Most times, he received it. She happily gave into him, pouring affection onto the super soldier. And he swam in it- unabashedly. Unashamed to be so intoxicated around her.

“Hey, what are you ordering?” YN whispered, leaning toward his

Bucky snapped back, again, noticing that everyone had taken a seat and began to order their meals. Her eyes were trained on him expectantly. YN had seen him lose focus and attempted to reel him back in. He always seemed to fade away, she noticed. She didn’t know where his mind went when it happened but she was a pessimist- she assumed the worst.

“Me- ordering?” Bucky stuttered, his tongue barely catching up with his mind. He winced as she gave a soft smile- another snicker coming from across the table. He shot a glance over to Sam, the biting glare garnered a snarky reply.

“Smooth.” Sam muttered, propping his menu in front his face, shielding it from Bucky’s wrath.

“Sam.” Steve scolded lightly, voice low. Bucky bit back his embarrassment, clearing his throat before responding. It was gonna be a long night.

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YN giggled again, swaying as Bucky latched an arm around her waist. Keeping her upright. It was a struggle- she was very touchy when she was tipsy. Bucky’s heart did jumping jacks, unsure if he should revel in the affection or be disappointed she was doing it while drunk.

“Oh- Bucky, what if we took Four Loko’s and, and… White Claws!” Her fingers wiggled as she spoke, eyes watery and wide. Bucky chuckled, his body unaccustomed to the motions.

“No more alcohol for you tonight, alright? You’re already gonna hate me in the morning for letting you drink so much.” He tugged her waist gently, allowing his fingers to rest on her hip. YN rested her head against his chest as the elevator slowed to a stop on their floor.

“I could never hate you, you know that, right?” She asked, eyes gazing up at him. Bucky heaved a gentle sigh, meeting her eyes. A soft smile on his lips.

“Thank you, sweetheart.”

The pair slowly exited the elevator, YN trying her best to break away from his grip. Her attention span was that of a mouse- hands reaching for things in the hallways and in the common area. Finally, they reached the set of doors belonging to them. He released her very carefully to dig through his pockets. YN had given him her spare key months ago, he had it on his key ring. She had it printed in a bright blue- the loudest color on the ring when compared to the black key of his motorcycle and the silver key of his apartment.

He didn’t really need the color distinction. There were only three keys there but hers was the most important one. He had it memorized the day she gave it to him.

“Hey Friday, unlock Bucky’s main door.”

“What? She can do that?” Bucky whipped around, catching a fleeting glimpse of her wobbling, unsteady body as she stumbled into his apartment. “Fuck.”

Bucky abandoned his task in favor of the new, more important task. Getting YN out of his apartment. He followed her at a quick pace, hand outstretched to snatch her wrist but she made an abrupt turn down his hallway. Toward his bedroom.

“YN!” He hissed, reaching for her again. She shoved the door open and made her way into the room. “What are you doing?”

“I wanted to see your apartment- you never let me in here when we hang out.” She murmured, eyes locking in on the bookshelf in the corner. She made a beeline to it, fingers tracing over the spines of the books. She reached for a book on the second shelf. The second shelf was dedicated to his old journals.

“Okay, maybe…” he gingerly broke her grasp on the book before she could open it, sliding it back into place. Bucky rested his hands on her shoulders, steering her out of the room. “We can do a tour when you’re a little more sober.”

It wasn’t that he didn’t want her there- Bucky wanted to show her everything, give her everything. But some part of himself kept pushing it all back, keeping her in the light. He didn’t want her to see the bad parts, and there were plenty. He was terrified she wouldn’t want his broken pieces if she saw them.

YN hummed, breaking from his grasp again. He sighed in defeat, letting her go. She tossed her phone to the rug and flopped face first into the bed. A sigh of content rushed from her lips as she snuggled deeper into the blankets.

“Your bed is sooo comfy…” Her voice was muffled by the thick comforter. “This isn’t fair- my bed isn’t this comfy.”

No one’s slept in it since it was purchased- Bucky but back the comment, deciding it wasn’t a good topic to broach. Considering the circumstances. He stood, watching her for a moment. Allowing her to take control for the time being. The smile from earlier began to creep onto his face as she snuggled deeper into the sheets- fully clothed.

“Alright- enough of that, YN. Let’s get you home.” He murmured, tugging on her ankle. She didn’t budge. Bucky stopped, looking up to her face. She was sound asleep. “YN?”

Nothing.

Bucky sighed.

He reached for her ankle again, unclipping the heels from her feet, allowing them to fall to the floor. He swung her legs around, tugging the blankets down on the bed. Bucky pulled them back over her body, reaching into her hair to pull it out of the tight bun she had it in. The hair tie around his wrist as he tucked her in.

“Goodnight, YN.” He whispered softly. Bucky hesitated, lips close to her temple. He could hear a faint snore coming from her throat, dark lashes resting against her cheekbones.

He allowed himself to carefully lean forward, lips pressing to her temple gently. Then he backed away quietly, turning the lights off as he exited. He couldn’t help himself- stealing another glance at her sleeping figure before closing the door. He also couldn’t help the bittersweet smile that tugged at his lips.

One day… one day I’ll be brave enough for you.

Read Part 2: Courageous

#bucky barnes x female reader #james barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fic #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you

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imaginearyparties · 3 years ago

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loyal patrons of the arts,

it was a joy to share the stage with you during this challenge. our actors delivered truly incredible performances, and i'm so proud of everyone involved. thank you all for your contributions, whether you were onstage or giving your applause. I look forward to seeing you all in future productions. please, read over this playbill to remember the incredible performances.

- ilana 🌹

MARVEL

oh, I see stars by @auroracalisto

Steve Rogers x Reader | His angel, the soul with stars in their eyes. he was lost without them. He was lost without you.

first date, last night by @intrepidacious

40s!Bucky Barnes x Reader | You were supposed to go on a date tonight, but Bucky just had to interfere. It doesn't make any sense, either. It's not like there's anything going on between the two of you.

Never Planned On You by @hellotvshowtrash

Sam Wilson x Reader | You finally admit your feelings to Sam.

his little crush by @romancherry

pre!serum steve rogers x 1940′s!bucky barnes (romantic) ; pre!serum steve rogers x male!reader (platonic) | Steve comes out of the closet.

How 'Bout A Dance by @lady-salvatore

Bucky Barnes x Fem!1940s!Reader

where you decide to stay by @imaginearyparties (me)

Nomad! Steve Rogers x Reader | All you've ever known is the lonely life. If you're not careful, you just might let Steve Rogers convince you of something more.

ten minutes by @yelenabelovq

Carol Danvers x Reader | 18+ | She was brilliant and golden. But nothing gold can stay. Based off The Next Ten Minutes from The Last Five Years.

never such a night before by @ambrosiase

40s!Preserum!Steve Rogers x Fem! Reader | 18+ | At least the moon would remember them.

Call It Love by @sweetascanbee

Bucky Barnes x Reader | As much of an expert as you were in pain, Bucky Barnes had introduced you to a novel strain, a kind of pain that encased your entire being down to the last atom, the kind of pain that left you breathless and sated, and yet still, wanting more.

TEEN WOLF

No One Is Alone by @thesewordsareallihavetogive

Derek Hale x Braeden | Derek has been distant and Braeden finally finds out why. Inspired by the song “No One Is Alone” from Into the Woods.

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES

She Used To Be Mine by @yn-ymn-yln

Elijah Mikaelson x Reader | After Elijah turns Y/n she asks him to fix the mistake that he made.

My Dancing Queen by @mrs-maximoff-kenner

Lizzie Saltzman x Reader

#ip theater challenge #marvel masterlist #writing challenge #ilanas writing challenge #tvd fanfic #marvel fic #teen wolf fic #steve rogers x reader #sam wilson x reader #bucky barnes x reader #elijah mikaelson x reader #lizzie saltzman x reader

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moiravim · 2 years ago

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Date Night Drama

Tony x (daughter/son) YN

Bucky x YN

•YN is an adult

•Summary: Your dad, Tony finds out your dating Bucky.

Tony had always been a protective dad. It had gotten even worst when you started dating people.

That's why you were hiding the fact your dating Bucky Barnes, the man who killed your grandparents.

You know your father hates him and it scares you to think of what he'll do if he finds out.

So, the only person who knows is Sam. It's comforting being around him because you don't have to it hide from him.

Currently you were waiting for Bucky at the restaurant you planned a date at. It was a fancy buffet and you made sure to wear one of your favorite (dresses/suits).

The front door open and you smiled as you watched Bucky walked towards you and sit down in the chair in front of you.

"Hey, doll. Hope I'm not late." He says as he takes a sip of the water in front of him. "No, no. You're right on time. I came early." I respond.

He leans over and kisses you on the lips. Unbeknownst to you, Tony had just walked in with Pepper.

You grabbed onto the color of Bucky shirt, and pulled him closer. That's when Tony noticed you and stormed up to your table.

"what the hell is going on here?" Tony says in a pissed off voice. You quickly back away from Bucky, and try to explain to your father; "Dad! I um- Bucky and I- we're..."

"I don't want to hear it. YN go home. And Bucky.... Stay away from them. Never go anywhere fucking near them again."

"Dad please..." You said is your eyes started to water. "Oh sweetheart.. go home. Please." He responded softly.

You listen to him, and went home. You decided it would be best to explain to him after he cooled off.

During Tony's dinner with pepper, all he could feel was guilt. Was it him that almost made you cry? Most definitely.

"Tony... I know they are your kid, but they're an adult now. You can't control who they love." Pepper says as Tony looks down.

"I know. I know... I'll apologize when we get back home." You were crying in your bed when Tony got back to the compound. He went straight into your room ready to apologize.

"Sweet girl I'm so sorry I didn't mean to make you cry... Pepper and I talked about it and we don't mind if you date him. I'm sorry, I was just shocked" He apologizes as he sits down next to you and rubs your back.

You hug him as cry out "I love you dad..." He smiles and hugs you tightly. "I love you more sweetheart. Now get some rest.." He kisses your forehead once more before getting up and leaving the room.

It will take him a while to adjust to the idea of you dating Bucky, but you know it will all be alright in the end.

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lokivariantslover · 4 years ago

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dad? FATWS imagine

This is pure angst there is no fluff, it's just angst. Reader is gender neutral and I imagined them as a teen maybe 15-17 but you can do whatever you wanna do with it. I also wrote them as Steve's biological child who was created by Howard but that's another story if y'all are down for them IDK. *ALSO FATWS SPOILERS FOR EPISODE FOUR!

UNCLE SAM X ROGERS!READER X UNCLE BUCKY

Rogers!YN POV

As Walker jumps out the window I approach my uncles. {just go with it please lol}

“He has the serum? How’d he get the serum?”

“I don’t know but it’s not good” Sam huffs out

My eyes widen comically as I realize, “He’s gonna kill him”

Sprinting, I jump out the window and run after John, not quite able to catch up to him with his newfound super strength speed.

Finally catching up, I loose my breath seeing him lift the shield, about to smash the innocent kid with it.

“NO STOP JOHN NO”

I sprint towards them, shoving the innocent kid away just as John brings down the shield.

“JOHn STOP” I put my hands up to try to resist it but he’s blinded by his rage. Pulling it back and away from the resistance, before I could stop it he is straight down into my abdomen and all I can see is red.

“WALKER”

Smash.

I can feel my stomach rip open.

“STOP Ple-“

Smash.

The blood starts to spill everywhere.

“WAIt stop it’s”

Smash.

It’s dripping down my hands now.

“John I’m sorry I”

Smash. Smash.

I can’t feel my feet. Why CAN’T I FEEL MY FEET!

“stop”

Smash.

The blood starts to come out of my mouth

“please”

Smash.

Finally he stops, pulling back. I turn my head, trying to get the attention of anyone. Just one of the many people watching.

“help i-I can’t. I can’t”

I start to see red as I spot Uncle Bucky and Sam running? Walking towards me.

“Y/N oh my god”

Someone falls beside me but I can’t see who it is. Someone else pushes Walker away, He’s still holding the shield with blood, my blood, dripping off of it.

Suddenly I feel something cold on my head.

“Bucky? I-i don’t know what. I can't. I can't” It hurts to breathe.

“Stay with my okay? Keep your eyes open”

Sam.

I struggle to turn my head to face him.

“Sam I can’t It hurts too much”

Suddenly I feel pain, so much pain.

“It hurts, why does it hurt?” I start crying. Nothing makes sense I dont understand what’s happening.

“I’m sorry sweetheart we have to put pressure okay? Just until the ambulance comes.” Sam says.

“No, no it hurts too much I don’t want it please.”

Too much. There’s too much pain it hurts.

“Y/n, look at me.” Uncle Buck says, turning my face towards him, “C’mon doll you have to stay with me okay? Look at me”

He’s crying to. Why is he crying? Why am I crying”

“I want my dad! Uncle buck I want my dad”

I see him glance at something? He’s looking at Uncle Sam.

“He’s not here sweetheart you gotta stay here okay?

“No. NO! It hurts. I want him”

I want my dad!

“Y/n listen,” Sam “Your dad’s not here but I need you to stay here okay? I need you to stay with me and Buck.

“I can’t.my legs- I can’t feel it and it hurts. Too much I-.”

I can feel my words slur as my world falls apart.

“Y/n.. doll stay here... cmon sweetheart”

“yn please look at me”

“angel open your eyes”

I do open my eyes, and I see “Dad!”

“Hi angel”

#fatws #tfatws #falcon and the winter soldier #the falcon and the winter soldier #sam wilson imagine #bucky Barnes imagine #Steve rogers imagine #fatws imagine #falcon and the winter soldier imagine #sam wilson x reader #bucky Barnes x reader #sam wilson x Bucky Barnes #rogers!reader #Steve rogers x child!reader #angst #fatws angst

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swfteverlqrk · 3 years ago

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Marshmallows.

Steve x fem! Reader

Day 2 of Christmas countdown

Warnings: mention of food.

A/N: I was dying of sleep but I wanted to write you something,I'm sorry if it's bad.

Remember that English isn't my first language and all my stories are for Tumblr only.

Christmas had arrived to the compound, which meant the place smelled like pine and candy cane all over the place, the sun really did something for the place but there was something missing... The decorations for Christmas, so after 3 tries of gathering everyone, you arrived with your clipboard to read all you needed to.

"Ok, so, Team 1, Wanda, Tony and Sam, third floor and roof"

"Why us?" Wanda asked with her arms crossed.

"Cause you know how to fly..." You answered without looking up, like if the answer was obvious.

"She is so bossy" Stark said, according to him, quietly.

"Hey! I heard that" those three laughed.

"Team 2, which is first and second floor ,Nat, Bucky and Peter" The Spiderman smiled but the other two... They weren't that excited.

"How we end up with a teen in the team?" Bucky said looking at Peter.

"That was rude" you scold him.

"See? Bossy" Wanda said making Tony laugh.

"Anyway" you scoffed "That means that Rogers and Rhodey are on my team, which is living room, kitchen and outside, to work"

Everyone looked at each other and at the same time they said "Bossy"

The day passed, and after fights, broken spheres and tangled lights, the compound was finished.

"It's Christmas officially" you said excited looking at the three which made Steve smile, it wasn't a secret he liked you and you felt the same, except for you two.

"I have an idea" Tony spoke while giving his robots boxes to put away "Careful or I'll send you to a college"

"Tony,the idea" Natasha broke the 'fight'

"Right... Let's watch a Christmas movie"

"That sounds good, which one?" Steve asked while sitting

"Home alone" Stark proposed

Everyone agreed, and Bucky and Steve were excited to watch it.

"I'll go make hot chocolate" you said and walked to the kitchen,

"I'll help you" the Captain reached you, while you were preparing it, he looked nervous.

"Is everything okay Rogers?"

He woke up from his thoughts "yeah, well, I need to tell you something" you turned to see him, and now you were face to face. "I... like you, yn, I really do...a lot, and it's fine if you don't, but, you know? I wanted to-"

You interrupted him "Steve...I like you too" both smiled and then a silence arrived. "Would you like marshmallows in your chocolate?"

"No, thanks, I don't like it"

"YOU DON’T LIKE MARSHMALLOWS IN YOUR HOT CHOCOLATE? WHY DO YOU HATE LOVE?" You shouted really offended, Wanda ran there.

"What is going on?"

"Steve doesn't likes marshmallow with the chocolate" the red head took her hand to get chest,like her heart was broken.

"WHAT?! does he hates love?" Steve just shook his head, regretting it.

"Ok, yn, I'll try it,just for you"

"See? He knows who is in charge"

And this time Steve was the one who said "Bossy"

#marvel #avengers x y/n #steve x reader #steve rogers #steve x you #captain america

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crewhonk · 6 years ago

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...Of The Line (Introduction)

A series collaboration with @nomadsgrogers where she writes for Giovanna as the reader! We’re just projecting onto our writing, its FINE

Series Summary: Steve watches YN Banner grow up before his eyes-- from a shy, dorky sixteen-year-old to a fierce, brilliant woman who never fails to keep him on his toes. He knows that she’s untouchable, but that doesn’t stop him from being completely wrapped around her finger for the rest of his long life.

Series Warnings: Mutual Pining, age gap, gun use, these two are idiots-- seriously they're so dumb, slow burn

Pairings: eventual Steve Rogers X Banner!Reader, eventual Buky Barnes X OC!Stark

Words: 2.7K

Chapter Summary: Introduction of YN Banner, her brilliance and her meeting her best friend, uncle and one Steve Rogers for the first time. (warnings: battle of new york, english major discourse)

“... Of The Line” Masterlist

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YN Banner had grown up under her father's wing. Her mother had left her at his doorstep in New York, swaddled in nothing but a baby pink blanket and a note describing how she was too much of her father. How she was too much of Hulk— the strength of him, and his same green eyes— it was too much for her mother.

He took her in without a doubt in his mind. He had never hulked out when she cried as a baby, or when she fell from a large boulder in Spain. In fact, Hulk seemed only concerned for her— no desire to show himself but all the desire in the world to shelter her from all that was bad or could hurt. And he did so— for sixteen long years, he had taught her to control herself, taught her to be gentle, and taught her to pick her fights only when she had no other option. She made her first perfect stitch at ten, she had corrected him on the progression of Gamma Cells at twelve. She was everything he could want in a child.

His heart, still, broke for her.

She had lost her first patient in Somalia—a child just shy of five to radiation poisoning. She had never had a home, nor a best friend, nor a proper education. Sure, she could explain the basis of nuclear physics in a way a child could understand (something he still couldn’t do) but she didn’t know how to write an essay, how to sit down long enough to understand the meaning of a story because hell, there was no time for that when you grew up running.

Until 2012 a few months after her sixteenth birthday when Natasha Romanoff swept her and Bruce to the big city of New York.

“What’s your name, Little Lamb?” She had crooned, tucking a strand of hair behind YN’s ear. Her touch was gentle, the caress of her still chubby cheek almost longing.

“YN Banner, Ma’am.”

“It’s Natasha to you, Pretty Lamb.”

Everything picked up after that— YN and Bruce had been shoved into an expensive lab (with swivelling seats!) and a time bomb of a weapon with probably the most overwhelming man on the planet. YN had actually grabbed his forearm when he jabbed Bruce int he side with a pen, hoping to bring out Big Guy. Her grip was too strong for that of a sixteen-year-old, and he wasn’t afraid like he should have been. He was amazed.

“YN Banner. Little genetic miracle. Nice to finally meet you and not read about you.”

“Touch my dad again like that and I’ll rip your arm off.”

“Good.”

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A few days had passed until the attack on New York. The man wearing horns and green silk had escaped along with the Big Guy and the Norse God, and they had returned with fire and blood and green blurs.

YN had been hiding in the bunker of the tower with a few of the civilian employees while the buildings crumbled around them when a girl around her own age sat beside her.

“Banner, right?” She asked, her dark eyes already on YN. YN only nodded, trying her very best to keep her cool under this very new, very stressful situation. She didn’t need to respond to the other girl for her to continue speaking.

“I’m Giovanna Stark. One night stand with my dad and I came out the other side of nine months. Left on his Malibu doorstep. Good thing too— Mom was apparently an English major. Can't do much with that though, can you? Write a book. Teach a few high school kids. Yell at the clouds or something.” YN found herself laughing more as the new girl— Giovanna— continued to ramble.

“Me too. I don’t know what my mom did— Dad doesn’t talk too much about her, but she didn’t like that I was too radioactive. Apparently, she likes her kids without Gamma radiation in their blood.”

“Wait,” Giovanna stopped her pity party with a hand on her knee. “You have Gamma in your blood?”

“Yes?”

“First, when dad saves the world can I take some blood? I’m going to be a surgeon in ten years and how cool would it be to write my thesis on Gamma blood and its benefits? Second, if I annoy you will you turn into a green monster?”

“I haven’t turned green yet, have I?” YN smiled, and Giovanna smiled back.

“I like you. I think I’ll keep you.”

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As it turns out, Giovanna was just as smart as YN was— the two girls found themselves in the lab most hours of the day following the disaster that was New York. YN’s dad had hulked out, and Tony and his assistant (“they’re going to get married one day, honestly”) cleaned up the legal mess quickly and beautifully. Giovanna had drawn blood and babbled on excitedly in Italian about how different YN’s blood from any other humans blood she had seen before.

“Seriously, the way it adapts to the mutation as it multiplies is better than any porn I could find on the internet.” Giovanna rushed excitedly, putting the slides in the freezer and wiping down the counter. “This is brilliant— you’re brilliant.”

YN could only blush and smile, excited to have someone in her life who stretched her boundaries to the border of discomfort. She had been learning so much about how to be a sixteen-year-old in the past week that when Bruce walked into the lab one Monday night to ask if she wanted to join him in Australia, she could only wrap her arms around his neck in a tight hug.

“I think I’m gonna stay here, Papa. I— I can be a teenager here. I don’t have to save lives here, and I can actually finally read Harry Potter for the first time. I— I want to have as much of a childhood as I can.” She whispered a grimace on her face for fear of breaking her own dear father's heart.

“Good.” He only smiled tears of joy in his eyes. Finally, he could give her everything she deserved. “You stay here. I’ll come back every two weeks. Maybe I’ll even get you some presents occasionally.”

“Presents?” YN tried to quell her excitement. She hadn’t grown up with much, so the idea of her father spending money on her on things she didn’t need sent a small thrill jolting up her spine.

“Occasionally.”

“I love you, Papa.” She squealed, hugging him tighter. He squeezed back, burying his face in her messy hair and breathing her in. This would be the longest they would be separated and it scared the life out of him.

“Love you, Squish.”

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It’s later that day after Bruce leaves on a fancy jet that YN meets Steve Rogers for the first time. She had stolen American textbooks before, read through them and rolled her eyes at the basic knowledge that was the American curriculum, but one topic she could never get enough of was that of the Howling Commandos. Bucky Barnes, quick with numbers and a gun and oh, so easy on the eyes. Timothy Dugan, always smiling under the bush of moustache hair on his lip. Gabriel Jones expert sharpshooter and the best translator in the American Army— twenty languages in his load magazine.

Steve Rogers, sickly small until a serum mutated his blood and made him a soldier with enhanced strength, speed, agility, stamina, endurance, reflexes, durability, and regenerative healing.

YN couldn’t say she didn’t like to see someone like her heightened to such a high pedestal.

Tony had thrown a dinner in celebration of the commemoration of the Avengers: Initiative. The dinner wasn’t much— take out from any place that hadn't been destroyed and was, in fact, still open. “God bless the working class,” he had said after finishing his second cheeseburger. Gio sat next to a mopey YN who was not yet used to being without her dad and chatted around the food in her mouth while YN picked at her fries.

“Roscoe! Nice fo you to finally join us!” Tony cried, grinning as Steve Rogers rolled his eyes and sat down next to Tony. God, he was even more beautiful here in front of her than in the books she stole. His blond hair was darkened by the water fo his recent shower, skin tinged pink from the heat of it but fresh nonetheless. His shoulders were beyond wide and thick, and his arms bulged under the fabric of his white t-shirt. YN flushed red at the idea of him picking her up and doing things her father would very much not approve of. His thighs were straining the dark grey fabric of his sweatpants and YN had to genuinely turn towards Giovanna and talk to her so she would force herself to not stare at this Adonis of a man.

She, in her distraction of him, hadn’t noticed that he was staring at her in much of the same likeness. Her skin was glowing and soft, probably malleable under his hands, the softness of puberty just barely leaving her stomach and shoulders and face— a soft thing which he almost immediately wished to protect. He wanted to hide her away from the world until she looked at him. Her eyes were impossibly gentle but had an arsenal of maturity behind them and a roaring fight behind the shine of her green iris. She had fought every day to be where she was now, and the intelligence in her posture told him already that she would continue to stay and continue to fight. Whichever teen was lucky enough to catch her eye would be blessed by Thor himself— this was, in fact, an angel among them.

“Sorry, the media wanted about one hundred quotes. Did you save any fries?” He asked, and YN swore she could hear his stomach snarl at the sight of food.

“Nah, they were good though, if that means anything to you,” Tony said halfway through a bite of his third burger. (“I’m a growing boy!”)

“It doesn’t but thanks,” Steve grumbled, grabbing a take out container of fried rice and pulling it towards him. One thing Steve loved about this whole new century was the diverse choices of food. Sure, he still boiled everything but he honest to god had no clue how to do anything else so take-out was a really neat invention. YN acted quickly, sliding her paper plate of fries towards him and offering him a small smile and a shrug.

“I wasn’t gonna eat much anyways.” And Steve blushed nodded a thank you before swallowing them all down in a matter of seconds. Kind girl, he thought.

They talked aimlessly, laughing about some of the things they had seen in battle and boasting about their teammate's work and the night passed quickly. YN, always the shy one, could only steal impossibly brief glances at Steve as if he was the sun and she couldn’t look at him too long for fear of being hurt.

“What about you, what do you want to do?” Steve asked her now, and she flushed at the intensity of his stare before looking down and picking at her nails.

“I wanna work at an outreach centre, I think. Or maybe make changes in government that allows for kids like me to be safer in their homes. Something with kids.” She said faintly— she genuinely wasn’t entirely sure if she would even be able to go to school, but Bruce had always taught her it was good to have plans— something to look forward to.

“That’s amazing.” He encouraged ducking his head to catch her eye. His smile was gentle and warm and YN’s stomach flipped. “Nice to know that you two are going to be leaders of your generation. Real trailblazers.”

The way Steve made YN feel seen was a feeling she really didn’t want to go away any time soon.

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It’s about three in the morning later that evening and YN was sprawled on Giovanna's white duvet, staring at the posters on her ceiling and listening to One Direction's most recent album (”Take Me Home”) as Giovanna sat next to her, painting her own toenails a bright blue.

“You’re more broody than usual.” Giovanna piped up after a song called ‘She’s Not Afraid’, and YN shot her a confused look.

“Pardon?”

“I know we just met, but you’re already easy to read. What’s going on?” Giovanna asked, putting the lid onto the varnish and hucking the bottle across the room. It landed in one of her clothing drawers and Gio fist pumped before leaning back on a hand and staring YN down.

“Nothing.”

“Liar.”

“I just— God. Steve’s really nice, okay?” YN groaned covering her face with her hands and groaning into them. Giovanna’s eyebrows shot up before a thrill shot through her bones— did she sense a crush? Was this what that was?

“Bit of a stick in the mud, honestly— but yeah, he’s nice. His butt’s nice too.” Giovanna smiled, watching as YN’s skin flushed a darker red and cheering silently to herself. God, she was good.

“Yeah, I noticed,” YN mumbled, dropping her hands to her sides and smiling at her new friend who squealed and threw herself back onto the bed before clapping excitedly. YN shushed her quickly for fear of her excitement waking up the others on the floor, and Gio shushed herself enough to only let out a tiny squeak of excitement every ten seconds. The two sat in silence for only a few seconds longer before YN opened her mouth to speak once more.

“I think this one singing now is my favourite.”

“Harry’s my favourite too.”

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Three years had passed since then, Uncle Tony, as YN knew him now, had defeated the Mandarine (white cooperate guy playing the villain? Groundbreaking.), moved into his Malibu house, moved out of the house, rescued Dum-E and ended themselves back in the Avengers Tower. Flashy building with far too many rooms, but home. Always home.

YN and Giovanna had since become inseparable, bonding in a way only soulmates did and having the ability to almost communicate telepathically when words were not able to be said. They were both homeschooled by Tony and Pepper themselves, Bruce dropping by often and teaching them both about anatomy and other surgical procedures. Giovanna had almost cried the first time he complimented a sucre— textbook, he had said and she squealed and threw her arms around his shoulders.

“Thank you, Uncle Bruce!” She squealed into his ear. YN watched with bated breath— not out of jealousy but out of fear of Big Guy getting too uncomfortable. However, much to her surprise and joy, Big Guy made no move to show himself, only purring low in Bruce’s chest and hugging Giovanna tighter.

“Anytime, Brains. Now, YN come over here. JARVIS has a hologram of a heart that I want you guys to see.”

When YN and Giovanna weren’t in class or in the lab tinkering into the early hours of the morning with their dads, they were in the gym with Tony’s trainer, as Natasha and Steve had been posted down in Washington. She had worked their muscles and refined their fighting until they were almost lethal. It wasn’t until Clint had dropped by for. Weak they really became the pair to watch. Giovanna had become fond of the shining knives in the armoury, and YN had become fond of the arsenal of guns and Widow tech Natasha had left behind when she and Steve had left for Washington. Her aim was impeccable and her strategy on the matt threw even Clint a run for his money. It was an impossible match when Giovanna backed YN up— two angry, twirling tropical storms which could take out anyone who dared face them head-on.

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blushingbarnes · 6 years ago

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acne- Bucky Barnes

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Bucky Barnes

Warnings: self love issues, insecure reader, soft Bucky. Implied smut at the end

Pairings: you’ve struggled with acne your whole life, and sometimes you wonder if you’re enough for bucky.

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You’d dealt with acne since your teen years. All the dermatologists told you you’d grow out of it or it would subside. But here you were, mid 20s and still acne prone.

You washed your face everyday and took acne medication, but you were still left with scars and some acne. This caused you to not wear makeup because it clogs your pores and causes the acne to be worse.

Bucky never really mentioned your acne, so it was often that you forgot about it. That is until you looked in the mirror. Honestly, hating your skin was something you’d become accustomed to after 10+ years.

You were walking to your office in the upper level of the avengers tower when you heard voices. You couldn’t help but eavesdrop a bit.

“Barnes? Oh yeah no he’s not single” you hear a male voice say. You freeze to listen more. “Really, that’s too bad. Who’s he dating, a model? It’s his type.” You hear a familiar female voice snort.

“Actually he’s dating that assistant for Stark. YN?” The male tells her. “Really? He could have anyone, and he picks her?” You really should walk away, but you can’t help yourself.

“Yeah right, it’s like she never washes her face or something. Maybe he’s into the teenager look.” The male wonders out loud.

“I’ve been flirting with him for ages now, and he always returns it. I don’t know maybe he’s looking for a way out.” The woman tells the man.

“Agent Prater, you homewrecker” The male exclaims, and they erupt into laughter. Prater, Agent Joan Prater. She was out of this world beautiful, and a shield agent on top of that.

You walk away from the door. You call Stark and ask for a few hours off from your work. You tell him it’s for an appointment, but really you’re just going shopping.

You walk into the makeup outlet and look around the whole store. You’d never really been to one before, and all of this new stuff was intriguing.

A worker helps you find the things you need. Mostly just face makeup, and some eye things. You pay for your items and walk out of the store.

You stop by your apartment before you go to work to apply the makeup. It takes a while to get right, but you walk out of the door feeling more confident.

You get a text from Bucky before you enter the Stark tower. ‘Stop by my room after work? ;)’ you giggle at the winky face and agree.

Work’s the same as always, doing stuff for Tony Stark. You don’t actually hate your boss completely, so works great most of the time. Today you just want to leave and see your boyfriend though, so the day drags on.

After work you knock on Bucky’s door. He answers it with open arms and pulls you into a tight hug. After that he pulls you into a kiss.

You enter his room and put your bag down on the desk, then you turn around and face him. Bucky is the first to speak. “You look different today doll.” He comments, looking at you a bit closer.

Oh god. You were hoping he wouldn’t notice anything different. “Yeah I just.. put on some makeup today is all.” You say simply.

“Oh.” He steps closer to you, looking at your face. He shakes his head. “I don’t like it.” He tells you.

“What?” You ask. “I like your bare face, with nothing on it. It makes you seem, more you.” He tells you, putting his hand on yours. “Well some people don’t like it.” You mumble.

“Who doesn’t like it?” Bucky tenses, wondering what you meant. “I uh- I heard people talking about me today. Agent Prater, you know her obviously.” You say, pulling away from him and sitting on his desk chair.

“Well yeah I know her, she talks to me sometimes after missions. What did she say about you.” He asks, tilting your face so your eyes meet.

“She said you could have anyone, models even. And you picked me for god knows what reason. T-then she said that you two flirt all the time.” Bucky furrows his eyebrows at the last part.

“A-and then the guy who was with her said that it looks like I never wash my face. And that maybe you wanted to date someone who looked like a teenager.” Tears cloud your vision as you speak.

“So I went out and bought some makeup to look better. It’s like someone read my biggest insecurities and then told them to someone else.” Bucky shakes his head at you, and bends down to your level.

“You wanna know why I never said anything about your skin darling?” He asks. You stay silent, not really knowing if you wanted the answer.

He continues anyway. “It’s because you rock it so well. I always assumed you didn’t have a care in the world about it. You seem so strong and confident all the time. To be honest it intimidated me at first.” You laugh a bit.

“And I love that about you, but you should come to me when you’re feeling insecure. I’m always here to love you. It’s you’re world, I’m just living in it.” He brushes some hair back from your face and kisses you.

“So can you wipe of all that makeup? I really do love you more without it.” You nod and go to the bathroom to take off the makeup.

You return from the bathroom and give Bucky a sarcastic smile and thumbs up. “See? now I can do this.” He stands up.

“Do what?” You ask cautiously. “This!” He grabs you and pushes you lightly onto the bed. Then he gets on top of you and kisses from you lips, to your forehead, and all over your face.

“Bucky stop!” You giggle. He moves some stray hair out of your face and stares into your eyes. “I love you, you know that right?” He tells you.

You cup his cheek with your hand, “yeah I know Buck” you pull him down to kiss you. He deepens the kiss and you pull on his hair a bit. He groans out and you giggle, knowing what his reaction was gonna be.

“Let me show you how much I love you.” He says, and starts to trail down your body.

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seb-owns-these-tatas · 5 years ago

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Chapter 5 (Winter’s Gem) (Bucky Barnes AU)

CHAPTER 4

Characters: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader (AU)

Summary: Bucky Barnes has been scouted by your boss in Felicity Night, you were just a mere young, cleaner in Felicity night and have been living in the basement of the club for all your life. He's the most wanted Gigolo in the city, and taking him away from eager, thirsty women seemed to be impossible especially if he chose to be a Gigolo as his way of living.

Warning: The words in Italics can be quite dark. (My heart literally fell while writing it 😢) Obviously tons of cuss words because..you'll know why. 😉😂 One word that can be considered sexual. Ahem.

Words: 3300+

A/N: Everybody give feedback! Your comments and votes make me think y'all are loving this! (Sorry for the typos and grammatical errors if there is, Buddies!) Thank you for all the support I’ve been receiving for this Bucky Barnes series of mine! Love y’all!

Italics meant that flashbacks happened, alright? Thank you, tater tots!

Disclaimer: PNG's, pictures and GIF's aren't mine. However, the whole series, one shots and edits are from moi.

Taglists: @damnbuckyishot @yn-the-reader @iwillmakeyoucraveme @willpoch12

Tick-tock. Tick-Tock. The black clock without hour hands said. Rain droplets fell on his forehead, cold ice caressed his bare, scrawny, soft skinned chest. He could feel a woman's cold, fingers stroke his stomach in the most sickening way. Every beat of his heart was travelling straight to his mind, fearing him what the woman could do to him. What more can she do when she already did everything she had to?

"Your mother's going to be delighted to know how much I'm paying her,"

The whole scene changed, and next thing he knew he was back in the huge, green garbage truck that he hid from the entire week. It was raining cats and dogs, his whole body was filthy, unwashed and greasy. Who wouldn't be after basically living in the dumps for a month? Trying to get away from your abusive, inhumane second mother that sells you to different kinds of people?

"I don't wanna be here, I don't wanna be here," James repeated over and over again, tightly tugging on his roots, appearing to be loco in other people's perspective. "Don't touch me, that's enough, I'm hurting!" He burbled non-stop, something probably triggered him to remember it again and now he was in another episode that he will surely have a difficult time to get out.

Somebody had to open the back of the truck, the bald man was startled to see a teen hurled inside a truck full of garbage, the teen continuously talking to himself. He was reconsidering helping him when baby blue eyes peeped up at him, a juvenile who had no light inside his eyes.

"goddamn--motherfucker!" Drops of bloody sweat fell on his dark-hued complexion, making him drop the coat he decided to throw away. It was already dirty, used and bloody.

"Yo, Kid." He nonchalantly called, shivering at the same time from the crisp, cold winter wind. "I don't wanna be here, I don't wanna be here," James whispered over and over again, rocking himself.

"Alright, alright. I know you don't wanna be here in this goddamn truck because it fucking smells like shit," The man replied with a sassy raise of his brow, before taking in James's filthy appearance. Receiving a huff once he got a wiff of his awful smell, "You look lost," He stated as a matter of fact. "Where's your mother?"

Just one mention of her made him react in a violent manner, quickly scrambling away from the tall, bald man. "No! Noooo! Not her!!!"

He was fast enough to tug on his ankle, refraining from him to crawl out further. "Alright, chill down! I'm trying to fucking help you, blue eyed Tarzan!" He sent out another aggravated huff, probably thinking why he even decided to throw his black coat away in a god damn garbage truck. "I know I look scary to you, a pirate even. But, I'm good. I think I am,"

"Do you need help?" James didn't bother to send a reply as he shrugged his ankle off his hold, making the man nod to himself, answering his own question. "Well, obviously you do,"

He abruptly talked, leaving James confused, slyly looking around to who he was referring to but he only saw a huge, black Ford Expedition a few meters away from them. "Miss Hill, give this kid whatever blanket or shit that'll make him warm," He talked to himself.

"Yes, sir."

He sighed, waiting for the blanket he was asking for. Now, it was time for a mini interrogation that was needed because he won't go helping the kid if he doesn't know a thing about him, "I'm Fury, Nick Fury." He paused as he watched how James looked entirely alert and cautious of his next movements.

"Now, what's your name, Kid?"

James could only swallow his saliva, appearing to be nervous and hesitant to state his name. "You can trust me kid," Yet, he still wouldn't budge.

Fury had to grab onto his pistol, checking if the mag was loaded and gave the gun to him. James's eyes could practically jump out of his eyesockets as of the moment. "If you think I can't be trusted, shoot me. I won't hurt you back and I'll just leave,"

He opened his lips to talk, before closing it once again. Giving himself a peptalk and then finally raised the imaginary white flag. "James.." He swallowed the ball of anxiety pooling inside his throat, down to his stomach. "James Buchanan Barnes,"

Nick gave a nonchalant nod, thinking of ways and probably some other kind of name to go with him. "That's one hell of a name, I won't go calling you that." He stated as a matter of fact. "You'll be called Winter from now on, Bud." The former didn't hesistate but to give his hand out at the lost juvenile, gesturing for him to join his mysterious voyage. "And you're coming with me for help," Nick gave a tight smirk, a sneak peak of his pearly whites showing a little bit. "We need some extra help in 'Maximum Risk' anyway."

Winter didn't hesitate but to give back his pistol, dropping it on his outstretched hand as he jump out of the garbage truck all on his own while he quietly muttered. "Count me in,"

Blood.

"Winter, calm down. Calm the fuck down,"

Sweat.

"No, Fury. My arm! What happened to my real fucking arm?!"

Tears.

"I-I can't do this, I can't do this."

Scars that came from treacherous battles.

"You can, Barnes. It's the only way, and after this. You're rolling in the riches,"

Memories.

Bucky Barnes sat up in panic on his soft bed. A nightmare. What was her name, again? He remembers her face, the smell of her hair, the laugh that echoes inside his fragmented memories, yet he couldn't recall her name because all he could think of was that witch. The name that he loathed the most.

Bucky was quick to snatch the red book beside his bed. All perspired, anxious and heaving for life-saving breaths that could calm him down. Y/N's picture was all it took for his fears to concede.

"Y/N," He panted, fluttering his eyes closed. Taking in several breaths and retrieving his happy memories with her. Replacing the bad ones with those times he was untroubled and blissful. Those precious moments that he kept to heart. "Y/N." Bucky repeated, more like a mantra and a need to see and be with her.

He needed to see her. Bucky needed to see the only good thing that happened in his life and that was Y/N.

Dressed in just his sweatpants and shirt, he didn't think twice to scramble out of his bed, having a mission to search for his woman.

Right timing for Felicity Night to be closed because it was a holiday for them. Only a holiday that everybody picked to have their day offs. Even though, Gigolos and strippers shouldn't exactly have one.

As he was walking down the halls, passing by rooms that are vacant and a sharp right turn towards the bar, he instantly saw a semi-long blonde hair. All wavy and majestic just like his. Gigantic arms perched against the brown, wooden table with two people around him who were also drunk as a fly. Clint, the sneaky stripper who happened to own the stage with a nickname, 'the electrician' in which he highly despise because it sounded displeasing. Loki was the first to suggest that because he have seen him sleeping in the vents inside Felicity Night. As for Pietro who was called 'Silver' because of his unique hair color that the ladies loved.

"Thor, have you seen, Y/N?" Bucky clasped onto Thor's burly shoulders, startling the poor drunk man who had five seconds before he replied and acknowledged the metal armed man.

"No. I have not seen your gorgeous lady, Mr. Winter." Thor shouted a little too loudly. Well, a lot loudly. A whole lot. Startling his two drunk buddies who were tempted to curl into a ball and drop drunk on the floor with their barf all over. "Thor, shut it--"

Thor held a finger up, shifting on his seat to face him fully. "Or I must say I did?" He clutched onto his left boob. Bucky couldn't help but shake his head. He knew Steve's habit and it was getting too infectious now because Thor is beginning to absorb the way he laughs. "HAHAHAHA!"

"Well, well, well," Clint slurred, trying to keep his eyes straight as he grabbed a jigger full of vodka before drinking it straight. "If it isn't the Winter Soldier," He coughed, keeping himself straight on his seat. "Fury never forgot to mention you when I decided to move in this awful club," He drunkenly raised his empty glass, trying to keep his eyes opened. "Fucking vodka is making me barf like a hawk!" He hiccuped. "If that e-even makes sense!"

Bucky could hear another set of hiccups, however it was now coming from the silver haired waiter who became the best employee of the month because he was a quick server and his looks were a plus because it makes the ladies order more than normal. "Fury's infamous--" He hiccuped, slightly slapping himself with a smile. "--Soldat that everybody loves especially the ladies," Pietro chuckled to himself, his next words slurred and only Bucky, the sober person around the crowd full of drunkards could understand his words and foreign accent. "Why agree to an inhumane contract agreement with a bitch when you could've s-stayed in 'Maximum Risk', Soldat?"

Pietro deeply sighed to himself, feeling his barf in his throat as he tried to swallow it back. "Y-You were Fury's favorite right hand man," He frustratingly palmed his face, feeling more dizzy as time goes by. "Why leave, Winter Soldat?"

"CHEERS, UNCULTURED FOOLS!" Thor suddenly bursted aloud, a huge beer glass in hand as he laughed to himself. "I AM WORTHY," He murmured to himself, seeming to be in another dimension. "I AM THE GOD OF WHISKEY, I DO NOT GET DRUNK IN HASTE!"

Bucky left Pietro and Clint's question unanswered, leaving the three musketeers alone as they drink their hearts out. He sighed to himself, hearing those words come out of Pietro and Clint gives him mini flashbacks that he surely wanted to come back from but didn't want to remember all the horrible things he did.

Natasha's heels came echoing inside the pub despite of the semi-loud music. She swayed her red hair left to right, her hips swaying with the beat. She was a beautiful lady, too beautiful. Nonetheless, her beauty have been ignored by the metal armed man since day 1. Why? Because Bucky was used to beauties like her and he wanted someone different. "Natasha, have you seen--" She stopped dead on her tracks, a smirk lifting her maroon red lips. "Y/N?" She gestured behind her, "Think I saw her somewhere in the bar with Stan," She paused and nodded to herself, "Drinking their asses off,"

Bucky licked his cherry red lips out of habit, flicking his bangs behind his ears with his fingers, those kind of movements that the ladies loved. "Ah, Thanks." He nodded, thinking that his woman was probably drinking water because she was prohibited to drink intoxicating drinks. "Martini's is what I meant." And that made Bucky choke in his own saliva. "Jesus--what?!"

Only a mischievous smirk from the gorgeous red head was sent his way, "You just woke up, had a nightmare and this is what you do first thing in the midnight?" Natasha couldn't help but chuckle, Ahh. The smell of love, indeed. That's what it does to humans. "To find Y/N?" Pause. Bucky held a finger against his lips, hushing the grinning woman whom he considers one of his closest friends. "Shush, can you keep it down, will ya'?"

Thor's laughter made her glance towards where the drunkards and other drunk buddies where. Including a certain patriotic blondie who began stumbling to the bar where Stan was. "Yeah, yeah. Secret lovers hiding from the witches. Your fates are in luck," She clicked her tongue.

The metal armed man couldn't help but scoff from her choice of words, making him shake his head with a bittersweet smile. "I never had a good fate,"

"Now, don't go all drama with me, Barnes. Your lady's drunk with our old man, go get her before she pukes," It was a wrong move for Natasha, because she knew it would trigger him a lot more if she continues to talk and so she was quick to change the topic and move on to a subject that will definitely make Bucky's mind travel into another dimension. Y/N and his own dimension. "She's lucky her mother's currently having a meeting with the club in West Coast,"

One mention of the word, 'West coast' made his lost, fragmented soul lit up like birthday candles. "Maximum Risk?" He questioned with utmost curiosity, seeing his lips turn a little curve. Well, that was good. "Yep. The one and only,"

"God, I miss that place."

"Try and come by some time. I bet Sam misses you," Natasha joked, crossing her arms against her bountiful chest. Bucky mentally groaned at hearing that certain name, God. He thought to himself, remembering the kinda good ol' days with his old friend, Sam Wilson. "You make me puke, Romanoff."

To Bucky's surprise, he didn't know that the person he was finding for was actually swaying towards his way. A giggly Y/N was on a hunt, and it was a hunt for her Bucky Barnes. She knew he was fast asleep, however she didn't know he was up and at 'em. Searching for who knows who. Her of course.

Once at arms reach, she smiled, those kind of smiles that Bucky wanted nothing more than to take a picture of. Kind of heartmelting, kind of infectous too. "B-Booki? Is that chu'?" You took his appearance in, gray sweatpants and all of his glory. Eyes turning wider from accidentally taking a glimpse at his jam-packed crotch that made you nod your head a thousand times. Grading it in the back of your mind. A+ indeed. "It's Love for you, Doll."

Bucky caught her in his arms when she began to turn around and give a wave at the tipsy Loki who called her from afar. Swaying in the process. Bucky's arms were quick to engulf her waist, pulling her close to him as he breathed on her ear. "Lo-love? Are you serious? Do I get a man like you? Are you for real?" You giggled with a hiccup, quickly holding your mouth for no reason. Laughing more to yourself. "Shush. We don't want everybody knowing our relationship yet, right?"

You hummed, clicking your head to the side as you felt his breath fanning over your neck. It was hot, warm and it felt good. Too good for your own good and you were definitely wrecked. "Y-Yeah..But, are you seriously for real?" Bucky chuckled, tightening his hold around you and kissing the back of your ear which gave you the shivers. "Yeah, I surely am, Doll."

James chuckled from behind, his smile reaching from ear to ear. Kind of too precious not to notice and you leaned into his touch. Loving his warmth. Natasha was also grinning from ear to ear and the people who were close with her would know that her, 'grinning' or 'smirking' meant that she was being unpredictable. She noticed how everybody was doing their own thing, Bucky and Y/N currently wrapped in their own invaluable world and so she discreetly left like a Black Widow in disguise.

Not a little long after Natasha's silent departure, Bucky's patriotic best friend came wobbling-walking towards them. Igniting a stern look on Bucky's once happy face. He kept you beside him, his metal hand tightly clasping on your hip, making you giggle and hug his flat, sinewy stomach, geting comfortable and still completely intoxicated from all the Martini's that Stan made you drink. Your alcohol level was a little bit low than the others since you don't drink a lot.

"Hey, Buck. Y/N seem to be..left uncompromised?" Steve greeted with a chirpy tone, giggling just like you are. "And here I thought I could trust you with her, Punk." Bucky responded with a huff, shaking his head in disappointment as he watched Steve's face that was all red because he was damn drunk. "You said she has asthma? Why did you even let her drink?"

"I said she has asthma," Steve declared, his teeth showing from how wide he was smiling, "I didn't say she was disabled!"

Bucky couldn't help but wash his face with his flesh hand. Jesus.

"I-I was about to take her to my room--" Steve honestly spoke, gesturing towards where the stairs where. Bucky was quick to protest his disapproval towards it. Glaring right at his bestest friend. If he does that before for her..well, now's different. Everything turned a 180 degrees since last month. "Don't you dare, Steve." Bucky taunted with a scowl, making Steve giggle.

"It was a very genius suggestion!"

You began to realize that Steve was in front of you. Thus, you began to make grabby gestures with your hands. "Steveeennnn Grannnntttttt Roggeeeersssss," About to lean and sway in front of him yet Bucky was quick to hold onto you. Pulling you back against him with a gentle hush followed by a tender call of 'Doll' and the word 'Behave' that kept your feet rooted on the ground, giving your lower half a tingly sensation that made you giggle once more. Weird. Why were you feeling horny all of a sudden?

"Jesus Christ," Bucky muttered beneath his breath as he saw Steve twirling round and round. Completely watching him so smashed. "Steve--" He began, though he only got a laugh as a reply. "--Whatever, you need to lay it down a bit, pal. You know, you gotta hit the sack? You're stewed as hell,"

"I will, Buckaroo!" His bestfriend called out loud with a grin, knowing that Bucky didn't like to be called that way and it could tick him off. With a loud huff and a stern frown he grabbed you around your waist with his burly arm, not wanting to let go of you.

"That's it, we're leaving. Have a nice night, punk."

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