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sunlightdances · 6 years ago

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— it’s the end of the world. you’re craving a human connection, and discover that the winter soldier has a more open heart than people give him credit for.

pairing: bucky barnes x female reader warnings: no real warnings - mentions of a panic attack and some harsh language. disclaimer: i don’t own marvel or bucky. the plot is mine. please don’t post my work on any other sites (including ao3) without my permission! reblogs are fine and welcomed! author’s note: this is my first time writing anything marvel-related. pls be gentle!

Horns are blaring on the streets as bumper to bumper traffic struggles to get out of Manhattan.

What’s the point, you think bitterly, your mind an endless loop of panic and resignation. The world is ending. Another alien attack, and no sign of help in sight. People were buzzing about seeing Captain America on the subway, but what the hell would he have been doing down there?

You press your phone to your ear one more time, trying to get through to your parents. It’s hopeless, you know, but you can’t help but try. The line goes dead. You sigh, feeling tears build up behind your eyes.

Suddenly, a hand grabs your shoulder, and you bite back a scream, whirling around, ready to throw a punch.

“Wait!”

It’s— you’re starting to think the world already ended, because it’s The Winter Soldier standing in front of you, blue eyes blazing with urgency and— you don’t know what else. Panic, you guess.

“Wait, sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.”

A disbelieving laugh bubbles out of you, “Startle me?!”

“You need to get inside. Anywhere. Find shelter.”

“What the fuck are you doing down here?” You ask, gesturing around you. “The world is ending and you’re— trying to make sure people are inside when they go up in flames?”

“You need to get off the street.” He says quietly, meeting your eyes. “This isn’t the end. But it could be if you don’t find somewhere safe.”

“Bucky!” A voice shouts and you both look up, seeing a man with sandy blonde hair perched on the roof of the building in front of you. “Time’s up. Gotta move.”

“We have these comms for a reason,” Bucky mutters to himself. “Come on,” he says, dragging you by your elbow into the empty bank building. There’s a few people inside, huddled in a corner, and they look up with wide eyes before scattering at the sight of Bucky Barnes. He rolls his eyes.

“What’s the difference between being in here or out there?” You ask, ripping your arm from his grasp. “We’re all going to die anyway.”

His eyes narrow a tiny bit. “You’re not going to die.”

“This is worse than last time,” you point out. This battle has been going on for nearly a week, the invasion having started even before that. “You and your friends can’t stop it.”

“You’re panicking.” He points out, cocking an eyebrow. He looks around you, out into the street, like he’s looking for someone.

“No shit!” You laugh, almost hysterically. “How is this happening. I’m— oh god, I don’t want to die.” You feel your breath start to speed up, but you can’t calm down. “I don’t want to die, but I can’t do anything about it, and I’m not even going to die at home with my family! I’m going to die here in some credit union with The Winter fucking Soldier—“

Bucky is saying something to you, but in your blind panic, you don’t hear any of it.

You also don’t see the look of determination that crosses his face, or the deep breath he takes right before he leans in and kisses you, hard.

To say you’re shocked is an understatement. You freeze against him, your breath feeling bottled up inside your throat, but his touch softens just a fraction, and it’s like warmth starts seeping into your veins. You practically melt against him, your shaky breath leaving you on a soft sigh, and a shiver runs up your spine at the feeling of his hand gently pressing against the small of your back.

You feel as if you were meant to be kissing Bucky Barnes for all of eternity.

He makes a soft noise, something like surprise tinged with satisfaction, and it makes you want to cling to him and never let go.

The floor shakes under your feet, quite literally, and the two of you break apart with a start. He runs a hand through his hair, looking at you sheepishly, though his steel blue eyes are laser-focused on you.

“You were freaking out.” He says with a shrug, and you can’t help it - you laugh. A loud laugh that has you gripping your sides.

He smiles at you, but just for a half second before his fingers go to the comms device in his ear again, his face smoothing back into seriousness. “Sorry. I have to go. I-- I shouldn’t have done that.”

You’re still a little speechless, so you just shrug. “... ‘m not really complaining.”

He grins. “You’re going to be fine. It’s all going to be fine. You’ll see.”

“Don’t you have to go save the world, or something?”

He takes a few steps backwards, eyes still on you. “Find somewhere safe. Don’t come out until someone comes to get you.”

“No one knows I’m here!”

“I do,” he replies with a wink, and then he’s gone, back out onto the nearly empty street.

“What the fuck.” You say to yourself, but you end up doing what he says. The bank of the bank near the vault seems safe enough, you think, and despite the panic wanting to rise up in you again, you think of Bucky Barnes smile and the way he touched you, and you try to stay calm.

You’re in there for almost an entire day, you think. You’re feeling panicky again, ready to just give up and go outside to see what’s happened and accept your fate, but there’s the sound of footsteps nearby that stop you.

You never thought about it before, but you think hiding out in a bank was probably the stupidest idea. If anyone else survived, where else would they go to try to loot?

“... down here, if she actually listened to me, instead of--” a familiar voice says, and when you hear him, relief shoots through your veins.

You come out of your hiding spot, hands on your hips. “Who tells someone to hide in a bank when the world is ending? You just-- and I listened to you, even though this is the dumbest place--”

“That’s her.” Bucky says, cutting you off, the grin on his face nearly a mile wide.

“I like her.” The man next to him says, coming forward to shake your hand. “Sam Wilson,” he says, and you just stare at him until Bucky gets your attention.

“Told you you’d be fine,”

“Now’s really not the time to be smug--”

“Actually, I think it’s the perfect time--”

“While you two keep flirting, I’m going to go…. Somewhere else.” Sam says, and you blush, avoiding looking at Bucky at all, because he’s just-- you’re remembering how badly you panicked the last time you saw him, and you didn’t have time to be embarrassed because you thought the world was going to end.

But now--

He takes a step closer, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “You lived,” he says.

You barely restrain yourself from rolling your eyes. “So did you.”

“You know, I never got your name.”

“Why did you come back for me?” You ask, ignoring his non-question.

He blinks. “I told you I would.”

“What-- what happened out there?” You ask, your brain going rapid-fire. “Oh, god. I need to call my parents. I don’t--”

“You’re freaking out again.” He says, and when you look up, he’s even closer than you remember, those blue eyes pinning you in place. His hand is hovering next to your waist like he wants to touch you, but isn’t sure if he’s allowed.

The world almost ended. You’re feeling a little bold. “Guess you better shut me up,” you say flippantly, and he laughs. You decide it’s quickly becoming your favorite sound.

When he kisses you this time, it’s not a thing born out of desperation and panic. It’s slow and sweet, like he’s savoring the feeling of his lips pressed to yours and his body pressed up against yours, and all the little sounds he’s able to draw out of you.

“Thanks,” you whisper when you break away to get some air.

“Anytime, really.” He says, sounding cocky, and you decide that just won’t do.

You plant a kiss on him to rival the one he laid on you, and feel gratified when you feel his metal hand sink into your hair to tug slightly, a groan escaping his lips as they part against yours.

“Ahem,” a voice clearing breaks the two of you apart with a start, and you’re glad he’s still partially holding you up, because getting caught making out by Captain America normally would make you melt into the floor until you disappeared entirely. “Sorry to interrupt,” he says, his voice tinged with amusement, “But we’ve got a lot of debriefing to do. Cell service is out, mostly,” he says, looking at you, “But we’ve got the jet and we can drop you somewhere if you need to check in on anyone.”

He smiles and then heads back out the way he came, leaving you groaning in embarrassment against Bucky’s shoulder.

“Your parents,” he murmurs, and you nod in agreement.

“Yeah.” After a few seconds, you smile at him. “Y/N. My name, since you asked for it.”

He beams at you. “Bucky. James. Whatever you want to call me, honestly.”

You blush again. “God, there were aliens here, and you’re still-- incorrigible.”

He shrugs. “Comes with the job description. I’m used to it.” He takes a step back from you. “I gotta go. And so do you.”

You frown.

“But--” he continues, “Let me know when you’re back in the city.”

“How am I supposed to do that?” You ask, and he grins.

“Big tower. It’s got an “A” on it. You can find me there.”

You snort, rolling your eyes. “You’re awful cocky, you know. What makes you so sure I’m going to look you up when I get back?”

“Because I stopped you from having a panic attack in the middle of an alien invasion. I figure that at least guarantees me a pizza date.”

The team drops you off at your parents’ place. They’re fine. The world is-- mostly fine. Struggling to deal with the aftermath, but the people you love are okay, and you know you will be too.

You can’t really stop thinking about a certain blue-eyed super soldier, and so when you finally come back to New York, after the trains are running again, and after things are sort of back to normal, you show up at the famous Avengers Tower, wringing your hands together with nerves.

A ding from a nearby elevator makes you look up, and the smile on his face wipes out all your previous worries.

“I was starting to think you’d forgotten about me,” he says as he gets closer, his strides sure as he walks towards you, “And I didn’t want to assume anything, but I thought despite the circumstances, we really hit it off, but--”

You cut him off by meeting him halfway, taking his face in your hands and pressing your lips to his. The sigh he lets out is music to your ears, and his arms go around your waist instantly, pulling you as close as you can get.

“You were freaking out,” you whisper afterwards, and his laugh rings out around you, settling into your bones.

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dobrienbabe · 5 years ago

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Answers || Lydia Martin

Original Post: on ssimagines

Pairing: Lydia Martin x reader

Word Count: 3402

Warnings: girl x girl?(don’t read it if you are sensitive to that), forced kiss, general assholeness, sorta unrequited love, and fluff

Request: # 71,83 & 97 with Lydia Martin pls <3

Prompts: 71. “I’ve been in love with you my entire life”

83. “You did this for me?

97. “If I ever see you anywhere near her, you’ll have to deal with me!”

Note: This is for a female reader specifically.

This is obviously already been posted, but since I started my smaller blogs, I wanted all my work for each fandom in one place. Instead of just reblogging everything I figured that I would repost it.

Request/Taglist

Masterlist

It was a normal unordinary day at Beacon Hills High School. That sentence alone sounded weird to you. Normal wasn’t something that you experienced often, so you were enjoying it.

The bell rang alerting you that your final class of the week was officially over. You wasted no time to pull your bag off the ground and rush out of the classroom. You scanned the hallway for the familiar strawberry blonde hair of your best friend. Making your way to the stairs, you tried to get a better vantage point to see over all the others.

Lydia was over by her locker. She seemed pinned to it by none other than Tommy Scott, a senior known for being a bit of a player. He was a grade A asshole, the human kind.

You pushed through the crowd of teenagers to get to your best friend before Tommy can do anything to massively stupid. Every step you made almost felt like a step backwards as you were meet with resistance from every push. Eventually you did make it through the massive crowd of teens trying to get out the building.

Tommy had Lydia almost trapped against her locker. He held onto the door of her locker with one hand and leaned against the wall of lockers on the other side of the girl. Lydia looked at him pained as if she was trying her best to hold her tongue. She was probably trying to hold back a quick-witted insult.

You caught her eye when you got out of the crowd of people and approached the two teens. You were able to make your way to them in a matter of seconds. Tommy was still completely unaware of your presence. He continued to talk to Lydia about some party this weekend at his place.

“Lydia, you ready to go?” you said interrupting the Tommy. He practically screamed as he jumped at the sound of your voice. A small smile emerged from beneath the disgust on Lydia’s face which brought a small smirk to your face. Now that Tommy wasn’t blocking Lydia off you went to stand by her side as she pulled you into a hug.

“Y/N, what a pleasure to see you,” Tommy hissed like the snake that he was. He shot daggers at you for interrupting, but that just made stand taller. Your goal for coming over was to get Lydia, but pissing off Tommy was definitely a bonus.

“Wish I could say the same, Tommy,” you said raising your voice up an octave. You even gave Tommy a small smirk.

“Tommy was just telling me about a party he’s hosting tonight,” Lydia said also using a higher pitched voice. “You should tell Y/N. She loves parties. Right, Y/N?”

“Yes, of course,” you said with still high tone. “Tell me about this party, Tommy.” Tommy just pursed his lips at you. Lydia reacted by wrapping her arm around you. Tommy let out a deep frustrated sigh and brought his hand to rub his face.

“I was just inviting Lydia here to a small party I’m hosting tonight,” Tommy said. His shoulders were slouched and his words dragged as he talked. “It starts at 9, my place. There will be a keg, but I’m trying to keep it sorta small for now.” “We will be there,” Lydia said looking to you for approval. You just gave her a sly smile in return as well as a nod.

“Yes, we will,” you said looking back at Tommy. He pursed his lips at the two of you as head nodded.

“Okay, see you there,” he said turning and walking away. As soon as he disappeared into the thinning crowd, you turned to Lydia. You took Tommy’s place leaning against the lockers. Lydia turned to her locker to take some books out of her bag and shove them in as well as take some books out of her locker and shove them into her bag.

“Tommy?” you said raising your eyebrows. She just rolled her eyes at you and kept moving books around. “Did he approach you or did you approach him? Do you like him now? Are you just trying to get laid? What’s going on Lydia?”

“Nothing is going on,” Lydia said. “Do you want to go to this party or do you want to dip out and stay at my place?”

The idea of staying in with Lydia was so appealing to you. You couldn’t help but want to be alone with her. She was your best friend, but she was your crush too. For that reason, you knew better than to agree to just spending time with just her.

The last time you had one of your just you two nights, you two had gotten massively drunk and confessed to her. You were lucky that she didn’t remember anything in the morning.

“Let’s go to the party,” you said with an encouraging smile. “If it’s a flop, we can just go back to your place.”

“Sounds good,” She said. “I’ll pick you up at 9:30?” “Perfect,” you said as you turned in the direction of your locker needing to drop some books off there. You waved to her as she headed toward the door.

You were nursing a red solo cup with bland warm beer. You weren’t actually drinking it, but rather holding to make sure no one tried to give you something else. Lydia was off talking to some of her other friends as you sat with Scott and Stiles. You were sitting to the left of Scott as Stiles sat next to him on the arm of the couch.

You felt the couch dip beside you. You turned to look to see a drunk Tommy sitting next to you. He had this shit eating grin on his face as he starred dazed ahead.

“Do you need something?” you asked. You were slightly amused at his demeanor.

“Lydia is so gorgeous, ya know that?” tommy said rolling his head to look at you before rolling it back to where he was looking before. You turned to see his gaze was on a smiling Lydia on the dance floor.

“Yeah, she is,” you said looking at her.

“You are so lucky to have such a banging best friend, you know that right?” Tommy said beside you. He let out a bit of a laugh. You looked at him disapprovingly.

“You’re such a pig,” you rolled your eyes at him. “You’ve been trying to get her to sleep with you for the past two months. You know that’s never gonna happen right?”

Tommy looked shocked for a moment. You let out a stifle of laughter at the expression on his face and shook your head to return to looking at Lydia.

You caught her gaze, and she smiled and waved to you. You gave her a half smile before waving back to her. The smell of alcohol overwhelmed your senses. You turned to the source of the smell to see Tommy’s face really close to yours.

You jerked back out of disgust and shock. Your face distorted as you scrunch your nose up and furrowed your eyebrows. He lurched forward connecting his lips with yours. Your mouth was filled with the disgusting taste of beer as Tommy’s rough lips pressed against yours.

You yanked away from him. Tommy just leaned back laughing.

“What the hell Tommy?” you practically screamed at him. You stood up from your spot on the couch catching the attention of the two teen boys that were sitting beside you. They stared at you confused.

Tommy stood up too moving towards you. He placed his lips on yours again. You stepped backwards quickly. You raised your hand to slap him, but you couldn’t bring yourself to slap him.

“What’s your deal Y/L/N?” Tommy said as he held his cheek in his hand. “Girls just fall all over themselves to get my attention. Here I am, offering myself to you, and you jump away from me? I give you an out to all the jokes that you like girls. I give you a chance to prove them wrong.”

“I didn’t really want you to kiss me now did I?” you screamed back at him. Scott and Stiles stood behind you protectively.

“Now you have these lackeys backing you up, huh?” Tommy said coming at you.

He was really close to you now. It made you uncomfortable with him looming over you.

“Tommy back off,” Lydia’s voice rang out from beside you. The two of you whipped around to see the strawberry blonde starring Tommy down. She had left her other friends on the dance floor probably after seeing the first kiss the he planted on your lips.

“What is to you, Lydia?” he asked looking her up and down. “You interested now or are you just here to defend your little girlfriend here? That’s what she is isn’t she or is it just a one-way street? She likes you, but you don’t like her. Am I right?”

“Leave her out of this,” Lydia demanded. She stood tall and held her head up high. Tommy approached her. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Scott and Stiles backed off slightly both being a bit afraid of Lydia.

“What are you going to do about it?” He said. Then he turned to back to you. He approached you and ran his fingers lightly up your arm. “She is all talk and no bite, aren’t you?”

You flinched away from him. That’s was the last straw for Lydia. She placed a hand on Tommy’s chest and pushed him away from you.

“Don’t you dare touch her. If I ever see you anywhere near her, you’ll have to deal with me!” Lydia said.

You gently took her hand in yours. She looked back at you to see the pleading look you wore on your face. She shook her head at him.

“You’re not worth it,” she said before turning back to you. “let’s get out of here, okay?”

You just nodded as she pulled you outside to get in her car.

Neither of you spoke the way back to Lydia’s house. The drive was completely silent as you waited for her to speak first.

When you finally pulled into her driveway, you realized that you were probably going to have to speak first. She turned off the car as you tried to gather your thoughts. The headlights turned off after a moment of the two of you just sitting there. You heard the click of Lydia’s seatbelt followed by the shuffle of Lydia turning in her seat. You leaned your head back against the headrest and turned to look at her.

“Lydia,” you started as she spoke too.

“Listen…” She said. You both stopped and waited for the other to speak. You let out a stifle of laughter as you watched her do the same.

“You first,” you said gesturing for her to continue. She let a deep sigh as she looked at you.

“Why did you have us go tonight Y/N?” Lydia said. A frown crept up onto her face. You weren’t sure what to say. You took a deep breath and let it out slowly. No longer wanting to face her you turned to look out the windshield.

“Lydia, I…” you trailed off as you looked at the strawberry blonde. What were you going to say?

If you were to tell her the truth, your relationship with her as you know would be over. How could you tell her that you didn’t want to be alone with her? If you made it out to be what it was then your feelings would be revealed, but if you didn’t you would come off as not wanting to be around her. You were sure that if you were to lie to her she would sniff you out right away.

“What Tommy said back there…” she said slowly. Her words eloquently flowed out of her mouth. “Is it true? Do you like me?”

You were in deep now. You only saw one option at this point. You were going to have to lie to your best friend which is something you’ve never done with Lydia. Sure, you avoided telling her your feelings, but you’ve never straight up lied to her before.

“Yes, I do,” the words slipped past your lips before you could stop them. Now what were you supposed to do.

Lydia let out a deep breath beside you. You couldn’t bear to look at her as you looked down at your fingers in your lap. The car was silent again. The only sound that could be heard was your breathing. It was eerily quiet.

The silence was broken by the Lydia’s car door opening. You followed suit by unbuckling your seat belt and getting out of the car. The silence between you continued as you went up to her front door.

She searched through her bag looking for her house key. You watched desperate to point out that they were still in her hand, but terrified of the reaction that you might get from her. You weren’t even sure if she wanted you to follow her this far.

“Where are my damn keys,” Lydia mumbled as her frantic searched continued as she continued to dig around in her back not saying another word. She shoulders were pulled to her ears practically as her movements became more and more stiff.

“Lydia,” you voice was a quiet as a mouse, but it caught her attention enough for her gaze to snap up to yours. “They’re in your hand still.”

She let out a deep breath and closed her eyes. Her shoulder visibly released the growing tension. She reached up to rub her head as she opened her eyes. She looked at you for a second as if she wanted to say something before shaking her head and looking away.

Lydia moved to unlock the door. You were unsure of what to do as you watched her struggle to move the key into the slot to unlock the door. You placed your hand over hers and steady it helping her guide the key into the slot.

“Lydia, do you want me to go?” you said. Your voice came out strangled and desperate. You were fighting back tears that you didn’t even realize you were holding back.

Lydia got the door open and she glanced back at you as she stepped across the threshold of her home. The tears were budding at the corner of your eyes as she looked back at you.

“Stay here, I’ll be right back,” She said with a confidence she hadn’t had since you were still at the party. She stood taller as she walked away leaving you standing outside the open door.

Part of you screamed inside run away. Run home and hope that this whole night was a dream, but there was another part of you. One that said stay and trust Lydia on this one. So that’s what you did.

You stood in the doorway looking into the house you had been so many times before. The house of your best friend. The house of the girl you loved. The girl you had just told you loved.

Now that Lydia was gone, the tears started to flow like a small drizzle down your cheeks. You were able to keep your breathing even as you wiped the salt water off your cheeks. You watched into her house waiting for her return. The longer she was gone the more you felt like you should turn around and leave.

Sure, enough she came back no more than ten minutes later. She said nothing as she reached you, but rather she took your hand in hers lacing her fingers with yours. Lydia pulled you into the house behind her. She closed the door once you two had gotten all the way into her house.

The majority of the lights were off, but you could see a small glow coming from her room. That was the direction she was leading you. You followed her silently. The tears hand stopped coming, but the remnants of them were still on your cheeks.

Reaching her bedroom door, she pushed it open revealing blankets and pillows set up on her floor almost like a nest and tons of candles were lite and placed all over to illuminate the room.

As you looked around the room, you could only think of how beautiful it was. You didn’t really know what all of this was.

“Lydia, what is this?” you said unsure. You turned to look at the strawberry blonde teen who was looking at you a way you’d never seen her look at you before.

“I need you to listen and not talk for a bit,” She said taking in a deep breath as if working up the courage to speak. “I’ve been in love with you my entire life. When we were little, I didn’t really understand what my feelings for you were. When we started high school, I was with Jackson for two years thinking that I was in love with him. It wasn’t until he and I broke that I realized that there was no way that I could be in love with him because I was in love with you. I didn’t know what to do about that, so I tried to get over you by getting with other guys, but nothing worked.

“Then one night you told me you loved me, but the next morning I was sure that you had forgotten, so I didn’t bring it up. I decided that I would just tell you how I felt instead. Then you would have to confess to me when you remembered. I’ve been trying to get you alone for the past two months, but every weekend you always opt for parties and raves and keggers. It couldn’t seem to get you to come to my house without you being completely wasted.

“But then tonight happened. When I saw Tommy kiss you, I was so pissed off. I was ready to scream, but that would not have gone over well. You pushed him away and then you started fighting with him. I just had to step in, and everything was such a rush, I didn’t even think about was happening I just did. In the car, I was hoping you would deny Tommy’s allegations, so I could know without having to confess to you and ruin our relationship, but you didn’t. I didn’t know what to say. I was so overwhelmed with my own emotions that I just shut down, but I can’t keep quiet anymore. I love you Y/N.”

You listened to her whole rant without saying a world. You couldn’t believe what you had just heard from her. There were no words in your head just one single thought. Kiss her.

You put your hand against her cheek and leaned forward. She met you halfway pressing her lips against yours.

There were no words for what you felt. Fireworks and butterflies had nothing on Lydia’s kiss. Her lips against yours was a magic that you had only read about but never thought actually existed. It left you completely breathless as you pulled away.

She grinned a large smile as her eyes fluttered open meeting yours. You let out a little giggle as you let a smile spread over your face. She leaned in again to press another kiss to your lips. This time when she pulled away to lead you to the nest like structure on her bed.

The two of you laid down together just pressing sweet kiss to each other’s lips and cheeks. You laid there together just enjoying each other for what felt like forever. Before you finally sat up and looked around.

“You did all this for me?” you asked. Lydia sat up behind you and wrapped her arms around you. She placed a small kiss to the back of your neck before placing her head on your shoulder.

“Anything for you,” Lydia said. A warm smile stretched over your face as you turned around in her arms. You placed another sweet kiss to her lips.

You had to admit there was something to thank Tommy for tonight. You now had Lydia. That was more than anything.

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