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Alastor [Platonic or romantic] [romance-wise I headcanon him as an Demiromantic ace and that's what I tend to write him as, reader for the fics with him romantically are ace even if I don't outright say it]

Angel dust [Platonic or romantic [ If romantic it'll be male reader only, for platonic though the reader can be anything!]

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Shane [platonic or romantic]

Maru [Platonic or romantic)

Robin [platonic]

Evelyn & George [Platonic]

Krobus [platonic]

[The Amazing Digital Circus] I'll write for

Pomni [Platonic]

Ragatha [Platonic]

Zooble [Platonic]

Caine [Platonic]

Jax [Platonic]

Gangle [Platonic]

Kinger [Platonic]

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[Helluva Boss] I'll write for

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Millie [Platonic]

Moxie [Platonic]

Loona [Platonic or romantic]

Stolas [Platonic or romantic]

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Wirt [Platonic]

Greg [Platonic]

Beatrice [Platonic]

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Soos [Platonic or romantic]

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MCU Masterlist

Key

Fluff = 🥰 | Angst = 😢 | Smut = 🥵 | Hurt Comfort = 🩹 | Platonic = 🤝 | Familial = 🏠 Headcanons = 📝 | ABC Headcanons = 👩‍🏫 | Oneshot = 📘 | Series = 📚 AU = 🌎 | Songfic = 🎵 Male Reader = 💙 | Gender Neutral Reader = 💜 Story on hold = ✋ | Character on hold = 🔒

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Augustus "Pug" Pugliese (Josh Segarra)

~ Still stuck in a dream ~

Bucky Barnes (Sebastian Stan)

~ Still stuck in a dream ~

Clint Barton (Jeremy Renner)

~ Still stuck in a dream ~

Dane Whitman (Kit Harrington)

~ Still stuck in a dream ~

Daniel Sousa (Enver Gjokaj)

~ Still stuck in a dream ~

Deke Shaw (Jeff Ward) | 🔒

~ Still stuck in a dream ~

Druig (Barry Keoghan)

~ Still stuck in a dream ~

Everett Ross (Martin Freeman)

~ Still stuck in a dream ~

Frank Castel (Jon Bernthal)

~ Still stuck in a dream ~

Helmut Zemo (Daniel Brühl)

~ Still stuck in a dream ~

Howard Stark (Dominic Cooper)

~ Still stuck in a dream ~

Ikaris (Richard Madden)

~ Still stuck in a dream ~

Jack Russell (Gael García Bernal)

~ Still stuck in a dream ~

Joaquín Torres (Danny Ramirez)

~ Still stuck in a dream ~

Kingo (Kumail Nanjiani)

~ Still stuck in a dream ~

Leo Fitz (Ian De Caestecker)

~ Still stuck in a dream ~

Lincoln Campbell (Luke Mitchell)

~ Still stuck in a dream ~

Logan Howlett (Hugh Jackman)

~ Still stuck in a dream ~

Marc Spector (Oscar Isaac)

~ Still stuck in a dream ~

Matt Murdock (Charlie Cox)

~ Still stuck in a dream ~

Namor (Tenoch Huerta)

~ Still stuck in a dream ~

N'Jadaka (Michael B. Jordan)

~ Still stuck in a dream ~

Peter Parker (Tobey Maguire | Andrew Garfield | Tom Holland)

~ Still stuck in a dream ~

Peter Quill (Chris Pratt)

~ Still stuck in a dream ~

Pietro Maximoff (Aaron Taylor-Johnson)

~ Still stuck in a dream ~

Quentin Beck (Jake Gyllenhaal)

~ Still stuck in a dream ~

Scott Lang (Paul Rudd)

~ Still stuck in a dream ~

Stephen Strange (Benedict Cumberbatch)

~ Still stuck in a dream ~

Steve Rogers (Chris Evans)

~ Still stuck in a dream ~

Steven Grant (Oscar Isaac)

~ Still stuck in a dream ~

T'Challa (Chadwick Boseman)

~ Still stuck in a dream ~

Thor Odinson (Chris Hemsworth)

~ Still stuck in a dream ~

Tony Stark (Robert Downey Jr.)

~ Still stuck in a dream ~

Xu Shang-Chi (Simu Liu)

~ Still stuck in a dream ~

[bluebirdsboi]

MCU Masterlist | Last Updated: 7/24/23

Key

Fluff = 🥰 | Angst = 😢 | Smut = 🥵 | Hurt Comfort = 🩹 Platonic = 🤝 Headcanons = 📝 | ABC Headcanons = 👩‍🏫 | Oneshot = 📘 | Series = 📚 AU = 🌎 | Songfic = 🎵 Male Reader = 💙 | Gender Neutral Reader = 💜 | Female x Female = 💖 Story on hold = ✋| Character on hold = 🔒 

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Augustus “Pug” Pugliese (Josh Segarra)

Coming soon... 

Bucky Barnes (Sebastian Stan)

Coming soon...

Clint Barton (Jeremy Renner)

The New Guy 🥰(🥵) | 📘 | 💙

Dane Whitman (Kit Harington)

Coming soon...

Daniel Sousa (Enver Gjokaj)

Coming soon...

Druig (Barry Keoghan)

Coming soon...

Everett Ross (Martin Freeman

Coming soon...

Frank Castel (Jon Bernthal) 

Coming soon...

Helmut Zemo (Daniel Brühl)

Coming soon..

Howard Stark (Dominic Cooper)

Coming soon...

Ikaris (Richard Madden)

Coming soon...

Jack Russell (Gael García Bernal)

Coming soon...

Joaquín Torres (Danny Ramirez)

Coming soon...

Kingo (Kumail Nanjiani)

Coming soon...

Leo Fitz (Iain De Caestecker)

Coming soon...

Marc Spector (Oscar Isaac)

He Won’t Have You 🥵🩹 | 📘 | 💙

Solace 🩹 | 📘 | 💙

Matt Murdock (Charlie Cox) 

Coming soon...

Namor (Tenoch Huerta)

Coming soon...

N’Jadaka (Killmonger) (Michael B. Jordan)

Coming soon...

Peter Parker (Tobey Maguire | Andrew Garfield | Tom Holland)

Coming soon...

Peter Quill (Chris Pratt)

Coming soon...

Pietro Maximoff (Aaron Taylor-Johnson)

Coming soon...

Quentin Beck (Jake Gyllenhaal)

Coming soon...

Sam Wilson (Anthony Mackie)

Coming soon...

Scott Lang (Paul Rudd)

Coming soon...

Stephen Strange (Benedict Cumberbatch)

Coming soon...

Steve Rogers (Chris Evans)

Coming soon...

Steven Grant (Oscar Isaac)

Coming soon...

T’Challa (Chadwick Boseman)

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Thor Odinson (Chris Hemsworth)

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Tony Stark (Robert Downey Jr.)

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Xu Shang-Chi (Simu Liu)

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[siempre-bucky]

Helpless|Sebastian Stan x Reader

Summary: Your actress sister was always the helpless one(like seriously, everything needed to be scheduled) that’s why she begged you to be her assistant for Infinity War. You were always calm, cool, and collected, until a cast and crew party when you came face to face with Sebastian Stan, you suddenly became...helpless.

Word Count: 1.6k

Listen to: Helpless- Hamilton

A/N I love Hamilton…I love Sebastian, this is what happened. Would you like a part 2?

MASTERLIST

You sat in the living room of your small NYC apartment, drowning in your sister's shopping receipts. Your older sister was, to say the least helpless. No wonder why she had asked you to be her assistant when she got cast in Infinity War, she wouldn’t know when to use the bathroom if it wasn’t for you.

“You seriously spend $2000 on a belt from Gucci!” you yelled, looking down at the receipt. Your sister walked out of your room in a long black gown, looking at herself in your floor length mirror.

“How about this one?” she asked you, pursing her lips to herself.

You crumpled the receipt out of anger “Angelica, did you hear me?” you snapped. She tossed her curly hair over her shouldered and turned to look at you, giving the most innocent look she could… it made you sick. It took you a minute to process it…party? What party?

“It’s no big deal, Y/N. Plus its super cute,” she squealed.

You stood up, pulling down your light grey crop sweater “You spent nearly half of your paycheck…and what party are you talking about?” You folded your arms over your chest, narrowing your eyes.

“Marvel’s hosting a party for the cast and crew…black tie, oh I’m so excited,” she nearly moaned, checking herself out in the mirror. Her eyes went wide, suddenly pointing her finger at you “Speaking of…you have to go.”

“N-no, I quit after the movie. My obligations are done,” you say on the defense.

She started to whine “Y/N, please… you were there, please. I need you,” she pleaded. You looked up at the puppy dog face she was giving you. You loved your sister, although she was airheaded and helpless…you loved her.

“I have nothing to wear…nothing that fancy,” you say, pointing to the luxurious gown she wore.

“What about that sheer maxi dress with that cute black on underneath?”

“I wore that to Grandpa’s funeral,” you groaned.

“So what still cute! Ok, I am going to change, and head out, ill come get you around 6 tomorrow,” she cried, rushing back to your room to change. Aggravated, you ran your fingers through your hair, it's not like you wanted to do this.

You got roped into being her assistant after graduating college, a wonderful creative writing degree but no job. Angelica took pity offering you a job after she got cast, knowing it would pay well you took it. It was only after Angelica publicly admitting she was helpless and needed your help, sweet satisfaction.

The next day you found yourself looking into the same mirror, the short black to white gradient dress showed off your curves, the long chiffon overlay giving the elegance you needed for the evening. You sighed “It’ll be fine, just a few hours,” you sighed to yourself, tucking a loose strand of hair away from your face.

Sliding on your black strappy heels, you could hear the honks of the limo outside. You let out one last ‘I don’t want to go’ groan and head out the door. Climbing into the limo, Angelica let out a happy yell “You look great!”

You examined her glittery cream-colored dress, it belonged on a red carpet… you got at least a wedding guest vibe with your ensemble. “Thanks,” you sigh, trying to get comfortable in the black leather seat.

“Oh, did you bring the planner?” she questioned, her bright red lips forming a smile.

You reached to the side and showed her the light purple planner “Yeah, I can’t believe you had me schedule you a bathroom break,” you say in disbelief, looking at the itinerary for her.

“I just need to be on my a game tonight, thank for this Sis,” she said sincerely, “now, tell me the rest.”

That’s how it went down all the way to the venue, you read her the lengthy itinerary, the menu and all the important people she needed to talk to. You didn’t even have time to check your makeup by the time she was dragging you out of the limo.

You looked up at the Plaza Hotel, all lit up and lathered in Avengers posters “Follow behind me,” Angelica tells you, putting on her million-watt smile for the cameras. You kept your head low and followed behind her.

The inside was even better, loud music played, glamourous people everywhere, food and drinks that were calling your name…it was great. She grabbed your hand and took a drink from the server all while dragging you down the steps to the main floor.  “Who’s first on my list?” she asked, telling you in your ear.

“Feige,” you say back. The taller girl stood on her tippy toes looking for the man, you scanned the room until your eyes were set on a man that entered the room. Your body froze as he walked in, Sebastian Stan…Bucky Barnes. You’d never met him officially, but you watched him countless times putting the arm on before his scenes. You didn’t even notice your sister walk away from you in your time of need.

He looked divine in his black suit, his hair was slicked back and his beard fully grown in, you had lost all words, your feet forgot that you could walk…what was this feeling. The Romanian man flashed a small smile to those were talking to him, you nearly swooned. Your heart started to race, you grabbed the nearest drink and chugged it. You needed another one, maybe it was nerves of all the people that got you this way.

Angelica looked over at you and raised an eyebrow, she excused herself from her conversation and hurried over to you. Tapping your bare shoulder couldn’t bring you out of the intoxicating trance you were in. Your sister looked down at your eyeline and followed it all the way to the man on the stairs who caught your eye.

“I want to meet him,” you breathed, it was like he took the breath right out of you…and you didn’t even know him.

Angelica grinned and hurried to the man, they exchanged a simple greeting and those kisses fancy people do. You were absolutely dying inside, was he going to meet you… those steel blue eyes would be looking into your Y/E/C ones.

Before you know it, Angelica and Sebastian made their way to you, making you put on a shy smile for him “Sebastian this is my sister Y/N,” she introduced, stepping away to look at the both of you. He looked down at you with a nice smile, his kind eyes staring into yours.

Say something… “It’s nice to meet you, Sebastian,” you manage to say, holding your shaky hand for him to shake. Sebastian lets out a small laugh and shakes yours in return.

“It’s a pleasure, I saw you on set. I’m sorry I never got the chance to say hello,” he apologized, refusing to let go of your hand.  You could feel the electricity between you and him, you never handed to shake another hand…only his. He finally let you go, so your hands fell to the comfortable position, clapped against your front. “I’m sorry to make it short, we have a small speech to make. I hope to see you around again.” You exchange smiles and watch him walk away, you really didn’t want it to end.

Angelica smiled, knowing you were completely helpless around the tall bearded man “Go get a drink Love, I’ll be back later…try to mingle.” And with that she left you, you try to shake off the giddy feeling and go to the bar for some much-needed alcohol.

You were 5 drinks in and you felt, unfortunate, absolutely nothing. Maybe it was the grumpy bartender not putting enough alcohol in it. You shoved the glass towards him and rested your cheek in the palm of your hand. Its been an hour since Angelica left you, you’d rather be at home watching Legally Blonde…like you planned.  

Someone sits next to you at the bar, the familiar manly sent filling your nostrils “Don’t you think you’ve had enough?” a deep voice teased.

You look over and see Sebastian with that damn playful smile on his perfect features. There it was again, that feeling…you were completely…helpless. “No, I haven’t had enough,” you retort as the bartender hands you another.

“Whisky,” Sebastian calls out to the older man.

“How’s the party?” you ask him.

“Eh, I’d rather be at home,” he tells you, taking his glass to swirl the brown substance.

You let out a relieved sigh “Same here, I didn’t want to come to this thing.” You sake a swig of your drink. Sebastian looks over and takes in your beauty, biting his lip and hands his glass to you.

“You need something stronger.” He smirks as you drink the rest, telling him you’ll buy him another. You both look around the room, nervous to talk to each other but he finally speaks “How did you get into all this?” he points to your sister who had a crowd gathered around her.

You roll your eyes and groan “My sister can’t think for herself and I really needed the money. Apparently, a degree doesn’t mean anything anymore,” you rant, not taking your eyes off your sister. Sebastian hums and takes your hand in his, making your head snap towards him in surprise.

“I got to meet you, and to me, that’s well worth it,” he says, kissing your hand softly. A rosy blush appears on your cheeks, not caring if he could see. He slides a napkin towards you and walks away. Your hand flies to your chest once he leaves, making sure it was still there.

Your eyes glance down… he wrote his number on the napkin. You gasp and blink to make sure it was all real, it was! You pick it up and put it in your bag for safe keeping… oh yeah, you were definitely helpless.

[im-in-love-with-pizza-bites]

Best Parts Of Him

Sebastian Stan X Daughter!Reader

Summary: As time goes by he wants you to know that he'll be with you wherever you go, you'll always be his baby girl

Warnings: breakup, that's all I think.

Song: Best Parts of Me by Will Dempsey

A/n: The Romanian is from Google Translate it might not be right... If it isn't go ahead send me a message or an ask with the correct translation and I'll fix it thank you!

Princess is spelled prinţesă and dear/darling is dragă :)

I can still remember the first time I saw

Those brown eyes staring into mine

It was in that moment I felt a love

I never knew I would find

It's like God took my heart right out of my chest

Sebastian smiled down staring at your big doe eyes that were filled with so much innocence. He couldn't believe it, he was a dad. Not only a dad, but a dad to the most precious little thing he had ever seen. Wrapped in a pink hospital blanket, a tiny tuft of hair on your head, and most beautiful eyes he's ever seen.

"Oh bless you." He cooed as you let out a tiny sneeze. He was in love, you owned his heart now he swears. He's never loved anyone or anything as much as the little baby in his arms. "Aren't you just the most precious thing. I love you." He placed his lips onto your forehead before looking back at your face.

"I'm gonna teach you everything I know. And your gonna know Romanian. Asta e corect prinţesă." He finished in his mother tongue. (That's right princess)

And wrapped it all up in a little pink dress

And painted the most beautiful smile in the world

And topped it all of it with brown hair and curls

The day he made my baby girl

Sebastian took a deep breath before knocking on the door holding the sunflowers in front of him. He could hear giggling from the other side of the door before it was opened.

You were in your room with your grandmother before you heard the doorbell. You looked up at your grandma smiling.

"Go on." She urged. You went running out of the room giggling once you made it to the living room. Opening the door you saw your dad holding a bouquet of sunflowers.

"Yes daddy!!" You jumped up and down smiling. He chuckled.

"Prinţesă, can I take you to the daddy daughter dance?" He asked kneeling to look 6 year old you in the eye. He couldn't help but hope you'd always be this tiny little girl. His little princess.

"These are for you dragă."

"Thank you."

'Cause the best parts of me were given to you

And I hope that all of your dreams come true

And as time goes by

I want you to know that I'll be with you wherever you go

You'll always be my baby girl

"And the winner is-" You crossed your fingers and looked down at your dad who was sat in the audience. "Y/n Stan, with her dance act!" The principal announced. You smiled stepping forward.

"Here's your prize." The drama teacher came onto the stage with the prize, it was a fifty dollar toys R us gift card.

You found your way in the lobby of your school looking for your dad. He was stood next to your grandparents, holding a bouquet of flowers. You smiled hugging him.

"I won." You said proudly.

"Good job dragă."

She's as sweet as the syrup

She dripped on her dress

Won't leave the house if her hair is a mess

"Daad! It looks terrible I can't go to school like this." You said motioning to the lopsided braids.

"Hey little missy I'm trying my best." He said. "It does look pretty bad though doesn't it?"

"Yeah it does. Just pull it back up in pony tail daddy." You grumbled crossing your arms.

"How about pig tails?"

"Fine just get them even." You sassed. He gasped.

"Hey sassy mcsass I'll leave your hair like this."

"Sorry dad." You leaned up placing a kiss on his cheek.

"That's what I thought."

You should see her dancing when she thinks she's alone

Or the snap she sends me from her mama's phone

And I've made so many mistakes in my life

At least I did one thing right, my baby girl

Sebastian did his best to hold in his laughter as he watched you belting out to music. Doing a funny dance, holding you hairbrush like a microphone. He pulled his phone out and began filming.

"You held me down, but I got up already brushing off the dust." You sang along. "You hear my voice, you hear that sound."

"Like thunder, gonna shake the ground." Sebastian joined. You screamed turning around dropping the hair brush. "You held me down, but I got up." He motioned for you to keep singing. You smiled joining in.

"Get ready 'cause I've had enough, I see it all, I see it now."

"I got the eye of the tiger, a fighter, dancing through the fire, 'cause I am a champion, and you're gonna hear me roar." You two sang together. "Louder, louder than a lion, 'cause I am a champion, and you're gonna hear me roar."

'Cause the best parts of me were given to you

And I hope that all your dreams come true

And as time goes by

I want you to know that I'll that I'll be with you wherever you go

You'll always be my baby girl

A scream was heard through the penthouse. Sebastian jumped to his feet running out of his office toward the sound. Almost falling a few times before he made it to the living room, more importantly by the door. He sees you a big smile on your face, hugging a piece of paper to your chest other mail scattered on the floor around your feet. He immediately felt relief seeing you okay.

"What happened?" He asked walking closer careful to not step on the other mail.

"I got in!" You said looking at him with such joy he has never seen before.

"In what?" He smiled.

I got in my dream school!!!" You exclaimed. He gasped hugging you.

"I'm so proud of you!" He said. His baby girl all grown up, leaving for college this summer.

There'll be some hard times you'll face in this life

Just say the word and I'm by your side

And all those bandaids and heartbreaks and days that go wrong

You'll never face them alone

Sebastian was confused, you had been away at college for about three months, it was November now. He wasn't expecting you to come home until Thanksgiving, but you called him told him you'd be home for the weekend and staying during Thanksgiving break. He didn't know why though. You told him you were having a Friendsgiving with your roommate and some other friends you made at college this weekend then you'd start heading down the next morning. Though you called him Friday and told him you were on your way. So Saturday morning he was up and watching for you to get there.

"Dad?" You hollered walking into the penthouse. He came around the corner frowning when he saw you. What looked like dried tears on your cheeks and his old college hoodie you stole from him when you were 7, a clear sign you were sad.

"Dragă? What happened?" He immediately brought you into a hug. You broke, you tried all night to stay strong but here you were. You never could stay strong around your dad.

"H-he broke up with me." You choked out. He knew who you were talking about, your boyfriend Kevin. You and Kevin had been dating during senior year of high school and decided to try to take a chance at long distance.

"Oh prinţesă." He mumbled.

"He met someone new!" You cried. "I wasn't good enough."

"Hey. No, you don't talk about yourself like that." He pulled away putting his hands on your shoulders. "Ești perfect, frumos, nu vorbești rău despre tine! A intelege?" You knew he was serious when he broke out the Romanian. It was rare for him to talk to you in Romanian, it was more common for you two to talk to your grandmother in Romanian but it was only pulled out for you when you were in trouble. (You are perfect, beautiful, you don't speak ill of yourself! Understand?)

"da tată." You responded hugging him again. Your dad always could make you feel better. (Yes dad)

'Cause those best parts of me

Will never leave you

Wherever you go

Whatever you do

And if there comes a time

When I'm not around

You know where I'll be found

My baby girl

My baby girl

My baby girl, oh

A/n: I love this song, I found it on tiktok and think it's beautiful. Also, I think I perfected the songfic? With it in bold and italic while also indented. What do you think?

[mattness]

Do me, do me, do me like that Hurt me so good, make me wanna be bad Give it to me, to me like that Feels so good, got me coming right back And I love when you make me come back to back And my legs are shakin', nobody does it like that Swear you know my body, you don't need a map Just give it to me harder, I can take it Do me like that ©  kim petras — do me

[marvelandimagine]

Framework (Part Two)

Summary: Request - Bucky x reader songfic where he pushes her away and they break up but he’s miserable without her and it all ends in fluff and apologies

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Word Count: 2,200

Author’s Note: This was literally the hardest chapter I’ve ever written idk why but I should probably start outlining instead of winging it 25/7 lol anywho sorry this took forever and hopefully p3 will come to my brain faster! / based on Framework by The Story So Far

Taglist: @firefly-in-darkness @emptynote @buckysgoddess

How’d this happen?

Found your way in

So distracting

Splitting me in half again

Can’t ever sever the ties I made

The knots are strong

The framework’s laid

No matter how many things I say

The tangible will always be what I crave

Six agonizing days pass, with Bucky coming to the conclusion that he actually can’t live with his decision. He feels like he’s drowning in regret, his anxiety is off the charts, and, plainly, he’s just fucking miserable.

Despite everything he said to you, to himself, to Sam, it’s become crystal clear that not having you in his life is hurting him way more than confronting his trust issues and fear of impermanence.

He misses you like hell. The scent of your clothes, the way you laugh, the warmth in your eyes and on your fingertips. How perfectly your bodies fit together, the way you gasp and growl his name. How you would hold him to your chest, tracing soothing patterns across his skin when he couldn’t stop shaking from the nightmares and the flashbacks. How funny and beautiful and kind you are. Even things that had irritated him, your reiterated suggestions of different therapies and mindfulness techniques (some that had helped you personally), how you never tried to hide rolling your eyes, you constantly misplacing your keys/phone/wallet and him finding it within seconds -- he missed it all. All of you, the good and bad, had somehow become woven into his being. He could sooner get rid of how he felt about you than get rid of himself.

He told himself he wouldn’t do it, but he’s been repeatedly checking your Instagram page, heart thudding each time as he anticipates seeing the pictures of the two of you together deleted -- or worse, seeing you with another guy’s arm wrapped around you. So far, though, there’s been nothing except a video post of your dog, Balto, howling and grinning at your TV screen when Ghost appears on the latest Game of Thrones. It just makes his heart ache more, that he chose to remove himself from these small, wonderful little moments in your life, and for what? 

He keeps staring at your number, his thumb hovering above the screen before he chucks the phone to the side, rubbing his eyes as he once again chickens out of contacting you. 

He reaches the breaking point when he starts reading back through old texts from around the time when you two first started dating. 

“I know we just said bye five minutes ago but I just wanted to say how happy I am that I met you. And you are definitely cuter than I am. That is all! Night, Buck.” And now the same blushing smile emoji that had him grinning from ear to ear makes his heart twinge.

“What the fuck did you do, Barnes?” he asks himself, letting the phone drop to his forehead with a dull thunk. 

He knows he wants—needs—you back, but he doesn’t know where to even begin. 

He sighs, grimacing as he rolls himself out of bed and trudges out toward the living room. There’s only one thing to do.

Bucky can already hear Sam’s voice emanating down the hall as he approaches:

“You call THAT avant garde?! That silhouette is as bland as toast. TOAST, Nina!”

Bucky sits himself down in the ottoman in the corner, careful not to walk in front of Sam — he thought he’d never hear the end of it when he accidentally blocked the screen during the last Grey’s Anatomy season finale.

“Project Runway again?” he asks, shaking his head.

“Hey, don’t you be getting all judgey now.” Sam smirks at Bucky, taking in his disheveled state. “You need to be jotting down notes, Kurt Cobain, wearing the same grungey-ass flannel three days in a row.”

Bucky shrugs.

“Not like I have anyone to impress.”

“You had someone to impress, but remember, you broke up with her, you cowardly fucking jackass.”

Bucky clenches his teeth as his scathing tone rattles in his head. He tries his best to ignore it and sound nonchalant as he swallows his pride to do something that normally sets his skin on edge: reach out to another person.

“Anyways, you busy?”

“Nah, I’ve had enough disappointment for today.” Sam grabs the remote, shutting off the screen and shifting to look at Bucky. “What’s up?”

Bucky exhales deeply, and he can practically feel the apprehension settling on his face, his habitual reluctance to open up kicking in.

“Um …” 

He bites the corner of his lip, trying to think over his words when his gut just wants him to yell, “I FUCKED UP please tell me how to get Y/N back.”

He’s spared having to, though, as Sam cuts through the silence:

“You want to get back together with Y/N, don’t you?”

Bucky stares at him.

“Is my misery that obvious?”

“Painfully.”

Despite his deadpan tone, the corner of Sam’s mouth twitches, and the two find themselves chuckling together. While he’ll never admit it to him, this is why Bucky views him as his best friend, why he trusts him -- he always knows how to make him laugh when he needs it. He knows Sam has his back.

Bucky shakes his head, running a hand through his hair.

“So, what do I do?”

“Before I can try to answer that, you need to tell me why you broke up with her in the first place.”

Thought I’d burn the seams if they frayed

Thought I’d prove the point that I made

“I thought if I ended things, I’d be able to stop caring and feeling so vulnerable, I guess. That it’d be better for her, because she deserved better anyways, and maybe it’d be better for me … I don’t think I really believed that, deep down, but … I was scared. Scared of getting hurt, not being enough.” 

Bucky pauses and sighs, staring at the ground as he wrings his hands, running his flesh thumb back and forth over the smooth metal.

His voice is quiet, apprehensive.

“I was scared of how I felt about her.” 

Bucky glances up after a few moments of silence and is met with Sam looking at him more seriously than he can ever remember.

“Do you love her?”

Normally Bucky would flinch at such a direct question, but now, finally facing the consequences of keeping himself so guarded, he hesitates only for a fraction of a second before he nods, and it feels like a weight has left his chest in acknowledging how he feels.

He loves you. And he doesn’t have to run from that.

Sam nods back in response, running his hand along the dark stubble on his face as he begins in earnest.

“Look … you have a lot of regret in your life, right? I know it’s over things you didn’t choose, but now, you can choose. So what’s your choice gonna be? The way I see it, A) You can keep doing what you’re doing and let fear run you into the ground, or, B) you can tell that fear to go to hell, reach out to Y/N, buy her the nicest apology flowers you can, and tell her everything you just told me.”

“And if she tells me to go to hell?”

Sam sighs.

“I mean, she’s probably going to be pretty pissed at you —and rightfully so— but,” he pauses, his tone lightening, “God knows why, she seemed to really be into you. And nobody gets over a breakup that fast unless the relationship was already dead for awhile. You guys looked like you were solid until -”

“I blew everything to pieces, yeah.” 

Bucky sits quietly for a few seconds, pausing to sit and feel the knowing. The alignment in both his heart and mind, what he wants moving forward.

“I think choice B is the clear winner, here.” 

Sam waves his fist back and forth.

“Ding ding ding!”

Bucky nods.

“Thank you,” he murmurs, his voice earnest as his eyes lock on Sam’s.

Sam’s returning smile is full of encouragement.

“Hey man, I got you. And I know this ain’t easy for you, opening up about stuff. Just know there’s always a seat at the VA group just waiting for your supersoldier ass to sit down, if you ever want to talk more.” 

 “Nah I’m-” Bucky physically stops himself from finishing his default “nah, I’m good for now, but thanks” response, because if he’s realized anything throughout this entire ordeal, it’s that he is most definitely not “good,” or at least not doing as good as he’d like to be.

“Yeah, ok, I’ll do it.”

“For real?”

Bucky exhales deeply, his sadness hanging on every syllable.

“With all this … I don’t know, maybe I wouldn’t have acted the way I did with Y/N if I had started dealing with this sooner, getting more okay with talking and being honest with people,” he muses. “Like you said, if I really do want a normal life, I kinda need to find a better way to handle what’s going on in here,” he taps his temple and then his chest, “than just shutting people out.”

Incredulity is all over Sam’s face, coupled that something Bucky could swear looks like a glimmer of pride. 

“Wow, yeah, that’s great, that’s the kind of perspective that’ll help you move forward.” He grins. “You sure you’re feeling ok? This isn’t some fever-induced thing, right?” 

Bucky flips him off while Sam chuckles.

“Hilarious.”

“You know I’m playin.’” Sam nods vigorously. “Seriously, it’ll be good for you. Anyways, though, back to choice B.”

Bucky feels the rise and fall of his chest pick up in nervous anticipation, but he slides the phone out from the pocket of his jeans anyways, thumbs tapping away on its surface. 

“Hey. Can we meet up?” 

Before he can second guess himself, he hits send, promptly hurling the phone onto the opposite corner of the couch where Sam is perched.

“Watch it!”

“You tell me what she says back. I don’t wanna see it first.”

However long you’re gone, I will wait, I will wait.

And then an agonizing, crawling two hours pass, with Bucky finding himself unable to focus on the National Geographic moon landing documentary that would normally absorb him entirely, his eyes constantly straying from the screen to the phone sitting silently in the corner. You never took this long to answer a text when you were dating, so he knows you’re ignoring him.

“Maybe she blocked you and didn’t even see it.”

He’s just about to ask Sam for the phone back to message you on Instagram, past the point of caring how desperate he looks because it’s the truth, when it pings.

Sam snaps out from his half-napping state at the sound, stretching across the couch and grabbing the phone. He pulls a face and Bucky’s heart sinks -- Sam might as well have said “yikes” out loud.

“What’d she say?”

Sam looks at him with the tiniest bit of pity, tossing the phone back.

“Why.”

“Why? That’s it?” Bucky looks down at the screen in disbelief, and there it is, the one-word response.

“Yup.”

Bucky buries his head in the throw pillow closest to him, muffling his yell. 

“What do I even say to that?! She’s pissed off, and I don’t wanna do this over text.”

“You don’t have to do it all over text, but you gotta give her something. The last thing you said to her was that you wanted to break up, and now you want to see her. I’m guessing she doesn’t want to assume you want to get back together, but if you do, she wants you to know she’s still upset.” Sam shrugs. “You messed up, now you gotta work for it.”

Bucky takes the pillow off his face, grimacing.

“Goddammit.”

He takes a minute to craft his reply, staring down at the screen.

“Because you were right about everything. I never should have ended us, I’m an idiot and miss you like hell. I just want to talk.” He hits send and turns the phone over, heart thumping inside his chest.

Ten minutes pass before you answer:

“I’ll be home until 7, I have plans after.”

Bucky’s stomach drops as his brain conjures images of you dressed up but not for him, for some other guy, his metal hand clenching involuntarily.

“You don’t know that you don’t know that, c’mon. It’s only been six days.”

He replies immediately:

“Can I come see you at 5?”

“Ok.”

Even with the realization that it’s already 4:10 and he’s gonna have to haul ass to Adams Morgan while still finding the time to get you the nicest flowers he can, Bucky already feels lighter with hope. You agreed to see him. You’re giving him at least a fraction of a chance to put things back together. 

He flies up off the couch and takes off down the hall.

“I’m meeting her at her place at 5!”

Sam calls out to his retreating back, and Bucky allows himself a small smile.

“Hey, go get her. But you go shower first!”

[hercleverboy]

Ghost Of You

PROMPT : Ghost Of You By 5 Seconds Of Summer

PAIRING: Bucky Barnes x Reader

WARNINGS: Swearing, Heavy angst.

Here I am waking up, still can't sleep on your side

There's your coffee cup, the lipstick stain fades with time

If I can dream long enough, you'd tell me I'd be just fine

I'll be just fine

3 months, 21 days, and 5 hours.

That’s how long it’d been since the love of Bucky’s life had left. With no explanation at all.

His eyes fluttered open, and heaved a small sigh, his eyes adjusting to the early morning sunlight that poured through the slightly open curtains. He smiled contently, reaching his arm out to his girlfriend, who’d fallen asleep soundly next to him the night before. However, a frown graced his features when he found her side of the bed cold and empty. He heaved himself out of the bedroom, pulling on some sweatpants and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as he headed downstairs to the kitchen, were his lovely Y/N would be, making his morning coffee as she always did. Though, as his feet padded softly into the marble floored kitchen, he was surprised to find that she wasn’t there. So he called out for her, but received no response. He checked the bathroom and the living room, though those too were empty. And that’s when the panic set in. He rushed back up the staircase, calling out her name, though it seemed to only echo around the walls of their small home. His breathing picked up, beginning to get erratic and he told himself not to panic, that there was a sure excuse for everything. However, that thought was wiped from his mind when he saw the wardrobe doors, wide open, with her side completely empty. Void of her autumn coloured jumpers, and hundreds of pairs of shoes that she insisted she needed no matter how many times Bucky rolled his eyes at her antics. He reached for his phone that sat idly on his bedside table, checking or any messages or missed calls, only to find there were none. He pressed the phone to his ear, having dialed her number, as he rushed around the home, looking for a note she may have left that explained her absence. Though again, he found nothing, and her phone went straight to voicemail. He called another 23 times, though each time nothing changed. After the 23rd call, he sank down against the bathroom door, as the tears fell rapidly from his eyes. She’d left him, she really had. The woman he loved with all he had, the woman that made him feel so human despite the animalistic things he’d been guilty of doing, The woman he’d hoped to marry one day - Gone. And just like that, Bucky’s world fell to pieces around him.

He’d hoped that she’d come back, with a silly excuse for her sudden absence, and everything would be okay. But that didn’t happen. On that particular morning, he woke up from another night of getting a mere few hours of sleep. His nightmares had also returned — she was the only one that kept them away — and he found himself unable to sleep most nights. He sat up against the headboard, pulling his knees to his chest, and placing his head in his hands. He found that he couldn’t seem to cry much anymore, as if he’d cried himself dry. He was careful not to touch her side of the bed. The left hand side, she’d always insisted she liked that side better. He hadn’t touched it once since she’d left, he couldn’t bring himself to. Turning his head, he looked at the cup that sat on her bedside table. The cream coloured mug stained with the burgundy coloured lipstick she often wore, though the stain had faded since he’d last looked at it. Though he didn’t dare touch it. And he supposes that if he could dream, he’d dream of her. How she’d held him after he’d wake up in cold sweat, tears staining his cheeks from another nightmare. How she’d whisper sweet things into his ear, tell him that he would be okay. How he wished she was here to tell him that.

So I drown it out like I always do

Dancing through our house with the ghost of you

And I chase it down, with this shot of truth

Dancing through our house with the ghost of you

Liquor never did much for the winter soldier, the serum from HYDRA had made it so. Bucky could sit and drink shot after shot in an attempt to forget how his heart desperately ached and yearned for the woman he loved. It wouldn’t do jack shit. He’d only end up throwing the bottle at the wall in his angered state, before crumbling to the ground in tears. That’s how Steve had found the poor man, 4 weeks after Y/N had left. Crumbled into a ball on the kitchen floor, surrounded by glass shards, hands shaking and bleeding as he cried out for Y/N, His Y/N.

Steve was his best friend, and had seen him at his worst times, but this was impossibly worse than ever before. Steve, having not seen Bucky for a while had gone over to the couples cozy home, knocking and waiting patiently for an answer. When none came, he turned to leave, assuming they were out, but the sound of glass shattering gained his attention. He knocked again, and busted the door open when he recieved no response. Calling out for Y/N and Bucky, Steve cautiously entered the home, checking all the rooms before heading towards the kitchen. His ears caught onto the sound of shallow breathing and what sounded like crying. He turned the corner into the kitchen, his heart breaking at the sight of his best friend, holding himself as heartbroken sobs left his chapped lips.

“She’s gone, Steve.” He whimpered out, before breaking down into more sobs. Steve was confused, though quickly caught on. He’d noticed that Y/N’s car wasn’t in the driveway, and how the home seemed to be missing the warming glow that she’d brought. Y/N had gone. Had she left? Had she been taken? Steve wanted to ask, but the sight of his sobbing friend took priority at the moment. This was his best friend, sitting absolutely wrecked on his kitchen floor. And with no other idea on what to do, Steve dropped to his knees beside Bucky and hugged him tightly. To which Bucky responded by gripping onto his friend, as he cried into his shoulder. The cracked cries that left his lips broke Steve’s heart, welling tears in his own eyes. Never had he seen Bucky in such a way.

Steve got all of the avengers looking for Y/N, though she’d managed to clear her path pretty well. This only broke Bucky’s heart even more, because it meant that she didn’t want to be found. Though he wouldn’t give up. He needed her like he needed air to breathe. If she’d left because she felt as though she wasn’t good enough, he’d spend every minute he had to making her believe she was more than enough. Whatever he could do for her to come back with him, to go back home. Weeks turned to months, and the search wasn’t turning up any results. So Bucky would sit, in his broken home, as the record player spun the vinyls that she’d loved to listen to. A particular song began to play, one that she’d claimed was ‘their song’, and it only made his heart clench more. He stood up, swaying slightly to the melody as he remembered how they’d danced to this very song. How they’d made 3AM promises that it would be that very song that they danced to during their first dance as husband and wife, that they’d have kids of their own one day.

They laid in their bed, wrapped up in each others embrace. It was 3 in the morning, and they really should’ve been sleeping, but the couple found that conversations at this time of night were the best. Y/N was softly giggling at a joke Bucky had made, as she laid on his chest, her fingertips tracing patterns on his chest as his hands held her hips gently. Her giggles died down, and she sighed contently. Bucky took the time to take in her beautiful features. How her smile brought such a sense of warmth, how the light freckles on her cheeks seemed to shimmer, how her soft skin gleamed in the small stream of moonlight coming from the window. It was at this time of morning, that he let his mind speak, without often processing his words. It meant everything he said was authentic, and meaningful.

“I’m going to marry you one day, Doll.” He whispered, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear.

She chuckled, quirking a brow. “Are you now?”

He smirked, tightening his grip on her a little as if it would bring her any closer than they already were. “Damn right I am. One day, I’ll ask you, and You’ll be the Mrs Y/N Barnes,”

She chuckled fondly at the idea, looking into his eyes with a look of adoration. “And I’ll say yes in a heartbeat.”

He chuckled at that, “I’d hope you would.”

“And our first dance, it’ll be to our song?” She asked, her voice perking up in question.

“ Of course, doll. And after I make you my wife, we’ll have tons of wild sex and hopefully get a few kids out of it.” He was partially joking, though he knew that he wanted her to be the mother of his children.

“I would gladly have your children. But I get to choose the names, right?” She giggled.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way, darlin’.”

Cleaning up today, found that old Zeppelin shirt

You wore when you ran away, and no one could feel your hurt

We're too young, too dumb, to know things like love

But I know better now, better now

Steve insisted on coming over to the apartment, to help Bucky out with the cleaning jobs that he was too mentally exhausted to complete himself. The search for Y/N had become harder and harder, as every time they came back from a potential lead empty handed, the chances of finding Y/N got slimmer and slimmer. Bucky wasn’t taking care of himself, admist all the worry for Y/N, he’d forgotten to take care of himself. So Steve insisted he’d come over to help.

Steve let himself into the apartment, with a key Bucky had given him months ago. It’d been when Y/N and Bucky as gone away from the weekend, to spend some time together. Y/N had hundreds of house plants that she kept. They were her pride and joy. Whether it was the little cacti that sat by the front door, or the flowers that were budding in a vase on the island in the kitchen. She loved them, and always ensured they had enough water. So when they’d gone away, she asked Steve if he’d keep them healthy for her, giving him a spare key and strict instructions on how to feed each one. Bucky had tried to keep them topped up, knowing that when she came back to him she’d be upset if her plants had died. But over the past month, the only thing that mattered to him was getting her back home. He disregarded anything that didn’t involve the next potential lead, and threw himself into figuring out where she’d gone, and why.

“Hey, Buck. How’re you feeling?” Steve asked, polite as always.

“I think I might have a lead on Y/N. Someone in —“ Bucky started rambling, but was cut off by Steve.

“When was the last time you ate? Or even showered?” Steve was growing angry. He understood how he was struggling to cope, he was grieving. Though Steve hated to watch as bucky tore himself apart, not even looking after himself properly as he was so consumed with finding her.

“I’m fine. I don’t have time for that, I’ve got to— I need to find her.” Bucky’s eyes were pleading, but then again so we’re Steve’s, as he begged for his friend to take care of himself. Steve bent down, beginning to pick up some crumpled cans and crisp packets that littered the room, and had just opened his mouth to encourage Bucky to eat something, when the doorbell sounded.

Bucky gasped, his eyes welling with tears as he made a dash out the bedroom door, with Steve calling after him. Bucky threw open the front door, ready for Y/N to be standing behind it, only to be met with a confused looking delivery man. Bucky’s face dropped, and his hands fell beside him.

“Uh, package for a — Mr Barnes?” The delivery guy mumbled, confused at the tears that welled in Bucky’s eyes. Steve came up behind him, taking the package from him and smiling politely.

“Yes, thanks.” He thanked the delivery man as Bucky shuffled back to his room, all hope of his Y/N returning vanishing from within him.

Steve held the package suspiciously, checking it out before deciding it wasn’t a threat and was safe enough to open. He pulled open the package, ripping the tape from the sides, and out fell a t-shirt with a small white note attached to it. Bucky’s eyes drifted over to the black shirt that Steve held in his hands. His mouth ran dry and his throat tightnened when he recognised it immediately. It was his Led Zepplin shirt that Y/N stole from him repeatedly. It used to annoy Bucky, when he couldn’t find his favourite shirt, but that one morning he’d walked in on it hanging from her frame, he’d decided it looked better on her anyway.

“Buck?” Steve’s voice brought him back from his daze, and he stumbled toward we’re Steve stood. He took the shirt from Steve’s hands, and brung it to his nose, inhaling deeply. And of course, is smelled like her. Her favourite Tropical perfume filled his nostrils, and his eyes clouded with those all too familiar tears. This was the shirt she’d worn when she’d left him. He squeezed the fabric in his fingers, inhaling the scent again as Steve remained silent, his eyes re - reading the little note that had been attached to the shirt. Bucky eventually looked up, his eyes landing on the paper Steve held.

“What does it say, Steve?” He asked quietly, though Steve couldn’t seem to find an appropriate response. Therefore, Bucky snatched the paper from his face fingertips. It was definitely Y/N’s handwriting. Neat and tidy, written perfectly in the blue felt pen she loved so dearly, and beautiful in every sense. He read the simple words over and over, hoping that maybe they’d change if he read them just once more.

“I’m so sorry, Buck.” Steve whispered. Bucky willed himself not to cry, and so sucked in a deep breath, placing the paper on the bedside table and sinking down against the bed frame, holding the shirt to his chest.

A string of simple words that made his broken heart feel shattered.

“I’m not good enough for you.

Let me go.”

After moments of silence, Bucky felt a shuffle beside him, as Steve took a seat on the floor next to him.

“Im so lost without her, Stevie.” He mumbled.

“I know, buddy.” Steve placed a comforting hand on his friends shoulder. “But we’re gonna bring her back. Okay?”

So I drown it out like I always do

Dancing through our house with the ghost of you

Bucky would never forget the day that he was pulled from his bed by rapid knocking on the door. It’d now been 6 months without his beloved Y/N, and the avengers search wasn’t turning up any results, and neither was Bucky’s. He’d groaned, hoping that whoever it was would get the hint and leave if he just ignored them for long enough. However, whoever was knocking was persistent, and so, Bucky dragged his aching body from the bed and trudged towards the door. Pulling it open, he sighed when he saw Steve standing the other side.

“Steve, you were here yesterday. I told you I’m fine, now go—“ Bucky began, but was interrupted by Steve who quickly cut him off.

“We found her.” Steve breathed. If he’d come from the tower, he was breathing heavily from the overall anticipation and adrenaline of it all.

Bucky’s voice chocked up, and his world spun. “I— you — what?” He managed to choke out.

“Y/N. We found her.”

She sighed, breathing in the fresh scent that the air held around her. She sat on the small balcony of her studio apartment, looking out at the bustling city around her. Paris truely was a stunning city, and the French culture was so intriguing to her. She’d always wanted to travel, and use what she’d learnt of the French language to communicate with those around her. She simply adored it. However, no matter how content it made her, that didn’t stop the heavy ache in her chest that weighed her down. Her heart ached for the man that she loved. Though, she had no right to claim she was heartbroken, because she’d done it to herself really. She’d been the one to leave without giving the poor man any indication as to why. And it was impeccably cruel. Thing was, she couldn’t give him what he wanted. She was no where near enough. Numerous times throughout their relationship, Bucky had expressed how he planned for her to be the mother of his children, and god she wanted nothing more, but that was the problem. 2 weeks before she’d left him without a trace, she had booked a doctors appointment. She thought she may have been pregnant, which excited her to no end, but she wanted to have it confirmed before she told Bucky. When the doctor told her she wasn’t pregnant, but instead was unable to conceive, her world collapsed. She didn’t say a word to Bucky. Surely he’d be disappointed in her? Her body wasn’t capable of giving him the one thing it was supposed to be able to do. It hurt her to think of how fondly he’d spoken of having kids and being the father he’d always wanted to be, when she knew she’d never be able to give him what he desired. Her logic was that if she left, he’d move on from her and find himself a woman who could give him the family he wanted. So with tears streaming down her cheeks and sobs catching in her throat, she’d kissed his cheek as he slept peacefully on their bed, and left without a single trace. She covered her tracks to the best of her abilities, because she knew that the Avengers would be all in on trying to find her. She couldn’t let that happen, not if she wanted to give Bucky the chance he deserved. She sighed, gazing out as the sun set, before standing and grabbing her coat from the rack by the door, slipping on her boots, deciding on going on a walk to clear her clouded mind.

Stopping in front of the apartment building, which was down one of the narrow stoned paths of the beautiful city, Bucky couldn’t comprehend what was happening. After months of sleepless nights and crying himself dry of tears, he was finally going to get his girl back and bring her back home where she belonged. No matter what had made her leave, they’d fix it. He wouldn’t live without her, he simply refused to let her go after this. The 6 months of torture without her taught him, if anything, that once he got her back, he would never let her leave his sight again. Steve pushed open the door, and began the climb up the stairs to where Y/N’s studio apartment was on the fourth floor of the building. Bucky followed closely, the nerves building up inside him. Yes, he was going to get his girl back, show her how much he loved her. But what happened if she didn’t want to go back? What happened if she didn’t love him anymore?

Bucky didn’t have time to process the immense speed that his thoughts came at, and was surprised at how quickly they’d reached the door that was hers. Steve banged the side of his shoulder into the front door, which swung wide open due to the lack of security on the door lock. The studio was quite bare, but still had little pieces of Y/N littered everywhere. Her perfume hung in the air, and there were 3 small cacti plants on the kitchen side. Though, Y/N was no where to be seen. They both checked the small apartment, but found nothing.

“She’s not here.” Bucky murmured. “She’s not fucking here!” He yelled, his metal fist curling into a ball and smashing down on the wooden table in the kitchen, making a large hole through its center.

Steve attempted to soothe his friend, though it did little to ease his anger. “Bucky. Calm down. She can’t have gone far—“

“She was supposed to be here!” He screamed, his breathing turning erratic. The silence was deafening, but Steve didn’t dare speak. Only The sound of her boot heels walking along wooden floors broke the silence. Seconds later, a hesitant Y/N walked slowly into the apartment.

Bucky’s head whipped around at the sound of someone entering the apartment, and the breath was knocked from his lungs. There she stood, tears in her eyes and a small smile on her lips. His Y/N.

“Hey there Doll.” He managed to whimper out, the tears causing a lump to form in his throat.

“Hi Bucky.”

And I chase it down, with this shot of truth

That my feet don't dance like they did with you

[bucky-at-bedtime]

Intertwined

Summary: A songfic based on ‘Intertwined’ by Dodie - It’s just a fluffy little fic about waking up in bed with Bucky.

Pairing: Reader x Bucky

Warnings: none! (Implied smut if you squint)

Words: 1200

A/n: I really recommend listening to the song! It really sets the mood for this fic and it’s honestly just so sweet and lovely. Leave feedback if you can, I love you all xx

A beam of warm orange sunlight shone through your open curtains, warming your face as your eyes twitched open. It was one of those mornings - when you wake up and you know you don’t have to leave the bed anytime soon. The kind of morning when no alarm shocks you into consciousness. The kind of morning when the world seems to be on your side for once.

Warm fingers, tangled between your own, sent sparks of electricity through your veins. His arm was underneath you, trapped around your torso and pulling you tight against his chest, leading to your waist where your fingers met his. He took deep, heavy breaths, each one escaping his lips with a sigh and traveling across the skin on your jaw, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

His nose pressed against the back of your head, as close to you as possible. With each intake of breath, you wondered how he didn’t inhale your wild bed-head of hair. You traced your own fingers across the skin of his arm, disturbing the thin hairs that resided there and tracing across a healing wound. He had received it on last night’s mission that was no longer anything but a faded pink scar. Your own knuckles were littered with purple and yellow bruising, hiding behind angry, red split skin. You do not heal as fast as him.

You felt his legs shift, his ankles entangling with your own, somehow bringing you even closer and enveloping you in his warmth. His metal arm wrapped itself around your torso, squeezing you tight. You heard a groan rumble from deep in his chest.

“You awake darlin’?” the words fell from his mouth like a prayer - quiet and hopeful, murmured through a thick layer of exhaustion.

“Yeah, Buck, I’m awake,” you whispered, squeezing your eyes shut at the raspy sound of his voice. You lived for this. For the moments the two of you could just be together. It felt like a dream - like the rest of the world was dulled and all you could see, all you could hear, all you could feel was this. Just this.

Skin

Heat

Hair in your mouth

Feet touching feet

Oh you

And I

Safe from the world

Though the world will try

You twisted in his arms, the material of his large t-shirt twisting around your body and tightening around your waist. He chuckled mildly as you continued to adjust until finally, you relaxed back into his arms, a smile still painted on your face, your forehead pressed against his shoulder.

“How’re you feeling?” he mumbled against the top of your head, a mixture between a kiss and a question.

“’m okay,” you mumbled back, your fingers brushing across his spine. “Little achy.” You thought about the bruises on your legs and torso, the discoloured skin that was hidden under the sheets.

‘Mr. Barnes, Ms. Y/L/N, your presence is request–

“No,” he groaned, cutting FRIDAY off. “We’re not coming. Tell them we’re not coming.”

“Shall I give them a reason, Mr. Barnes?”

“My sanity.” you huffed, burying your face further into his chest. “I’m not leaving this room.”

You heard Bucky chuckle above you and FRIDAY fell silent.

Oh, I'm afraid of the things in my brain

But we can stay here

And laugh away the fear

Numb

Fine

You lifted your head, stretching towards him to press a soft kiss to his lips. When you attempted to pull away, he tilted his head forward, catching your lips is another kiss. His hand traveled up your back, tangling itself in your hair and keeping your lips pressed against his. You smiled against his mouth.

You don’t know how long you were laying there, pressing lazy kisses against each other's lips, running fingertips across the warm skin, attempting to memorize each other's fingerprints. You ended up on top of him, your face pressed into the warmth of his chest, your legs tangled together.

“Y’know I was scared for a second last night.” His fingers ran lazily through your hair. “Your comms cut off and I swear… god, I swear my heart stopped.”

“I’m not going anywhere, Buck,” you mumbled into his chest, “not if I have any say in it.”

“But what if you don’t, darlin?” He asked timidly, his voice suddenly quiet and filled with worry.

You lifted your head to look at him, your eyes focussing on the ocean that was his eyes and ran a hand along his jaw, feeling the stubble against your finger. “That’s the job, baby, that’s a risk we have to take. God, every time you leave this place I can’t sleep with the worry.”

You lifted onto your elbows so your face hovered over his, your eyes still connected. “I love you, Buck, and you love me. That’s all we need.”

His lips raced to meet yours again, pulling you down to meet him in a fiery kiss. It spoke more words than you ever could.

You create a rarity of my genuine smile So breathe Breathe with me Can you drink, all my thoughts? ‘Cause I can’t stand them

A few moments later you’re laying on your side again, his arms wrapped around your waist, chest against your back. You can hear his breathing begin to level and assume he’s falling asleep again.

Your own eyes are no longer weighted with exhaustion and you know you won’t be getting back to sleep.

Carefully, you untangle yourself from him. Your bare feet hit the carpeted floor and you pull yourself out of bed, groaning internally at your aching legs. You feel blindly around the bedside table for your phone, only getting a brief chance to look at the screen before Bucky rolled towards you, wrapping his arms back around your waist and pulling you back into the bed.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He sleepily mumbled. “We’re not leaving this bed all day.”

You felt the laugh in your stomach as it bubbled through your lips, your eyes crinkling as he pulled you on top and over him to the opposite side of the bed. You were still giggling when he began to attack your neck with brisque kisses, his arms tight around your waist.

“We have to leave at some point,” you giggled, attempting to wriggle from his arms.

“No, we don’t.” He mumbled against your skin. “Not today. It’s for your sanity - gotta keep my best gal sane.”

Finally, his lips traveled up to yours, pulling a groan from your chest and causing you to curl your fingers up into his hair.

You lifted your leg across his waist, pulling him closer to you. His lips disconnected from yours once more, traveling across your jaw and trailing wet kisses down your neck. He kissed you until you couldn’t even think about anything other than his lips, your skin, his hands, his hair - any thoughts or worries were gone and it was just you and him. It was just love.

“You’re right,” you groaned. “Let’s never leave this bed.”

Intertwined

Free

I’ve pinned each and every hope on you

I hope that you don’t bleed with me

I’m afraid

Of the things

In my brain

But we can stay here

And love away the fear

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Heaven's Gate

Sebastian Stan x reader song fic based on Heaven's Gate by Fall Out Boy

A/N: Italics are lyrics.

Warnings: slight angst with fluff

One look from you

 And I'm on that faded love

 Out of my body

 And flying above

  Every time you were in Sebastian’s presence, you were love drunk. The two of you met in a small café in NYC and hit it off immediately. Two months of dating lead to an exclusive relationship. He was gone a lot because of his busy schedule but he always made time for you. Four months in, he told you that he loved you at the same coffee shop where the two of you met

   If there were any more left of me

 I'd give it to you

 And I'll tell you that I am fine

 But I'm a missile that's guided to you

  “I wish I had more to offer you.” He says one morning while the two of you are lounging in bed together.

“I have more than I could have ever imagined Sebastian.” You say with complete honesty.

It took you by surprise that he broke up with you two months later out of the blue. 

I’m sorry Y/N. It’s just not working. My schedule is way too busy.”

You begged and pleaded with him to change his mind, but he didn’t. He left and you had to try to pick up the broken pieces.

   Go out in the world to start over again and again

 As many times as ya can

 And in the end if I don't make it on the list

 Would you sneak me a wristband?

   Would you give me, give me, give me, give me a boost

 A boost over heaven's gate, yeah

 Give me a boost over heaven's gate

 I'm gonna need a boost

 'Cause everything else is a substitute for your love

 Give me a boost over heaven's gate

  Eventually the two of you started to date other people. Each time ended in disaster. Truth be told, everyone was just a substitute and made you feel less empty for a short while.

   I got dreams of my own

 But I want to make yours come true

 So please come through

 Honey please, please come through

  When Sebastian came back to the city, the two of you ran into each other at the same café. A friendly conversation turned into a passionate night in your bed.

“I wish we could stay like this.” You say with a tearful confession.

“Me too. You have no idea.” He says as he nuzzles into you. “We had to part ways. If we didn’t you wouldn’t have taken that incredible job offer.

He was right. You were offered an amazing opportunity before the breakup. He knew you were hesitating about taking the job because of him and confessed to you earlier in the night that’s why he ended things. He didn’t want you to keep putting your life on hold for him.

   You're, you're out in the world, start over again and again

 As many times as you can

 And in the end if I don't make it on the list

 Would you sneak me a wristband?

   Give me a boost over heaven's gate, yeah

 Give me a boost over heaven's gate

 I'm gonna need a boost

 'Cause everything else is a substitute for your love

 Give me a boost over heaven's gate

   You're the one habit I just can't kick

 You're the one habit I just can't kick

 You're the one habit I just can't kick

 You're the one habit I just can't kick

 You're the one, you're the one

 You're the one, you're the one

 You're the one habit I just can't kick

  After that night, you two parted ways again. However, every time he came back to the city the two of you always ended up in bed together. This continued to go on for over a year. The connection between the two of you was just too strong to fight. Next thing you know, he has you moving in with him.

“I can’t live without you anymore.” He confessed.

“I don’t think I can either.”

The next few years had their difficult times, but it was one hundred percent worth it if it meant the two of you could be together. The two of you ended up eloping in Hawaii on the six-year anniversary of the day you met. It took most of your friends and family on both sides by surprise.

“What can I say? She’s my soul mate.” He explained to them.

Eventually everyone came around and supported your decision. Especially when you found out you were ten weeks pregnant. Sebastian was beyond thrilled that you were going to make him a father. He made sure he was at every appointment no matter what. The day your son was born, he was the happiest man alive. Sure you two had your ups and downs, but in the end everything was worth it.

   Give me a boost, a boost over heaven's gate, yeah

 A boost over heaven's gate

 I'm gonna need a boost

 'Cause everything else is a substitute for your love

 Give me a boost over heaven's gate

 Give me a boost

[hippogriffwhale]

Dancing in the Dark

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: There is a mention of some wine and a kiss. Scandalous

Summary: A fluffy fic about Bucky and Reader. All Avenger’s leave for sometime, leaving them alone:)

Author’s Note: This story was inspired by one of my favorite songs, Dancing in the Dark by Imagine Dragons. And, of course, all feedback is welcome. Hope you enjoy.

Also, I don’t know if I have to mention this, but I don’t own the lyrics???

And here is the link for the song:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fMjFEKJbCw8

Word count: 1013

The team was gathered in the kitchen. Some were eating, others were making food to eat or just chatting. There was a general air of excitement. Everyone was going on vacation. Tony was taking Pepper to Europe. Steve, Natasha, and Sam were going to some sort of beach resort. Wanda and Vision were going to Russia. Bruce was going to a convention out of town.

The only people not going somewhere, despite the best efforts of the rest of the team, were Bucky and you. Everyone looked for a way for everybody to be able to get out of the compound, but security protocol demanded that two members must be available at all times. You offered to stay, as you’d been an Avenger for less time than everyone else. You just felt that they needed the vacation more than you did. Bucky volunteered after you did, though you didn’t really know why. Perhaps he just didn’t want to be around a bunch of people he didn’t know.

This was fine with you. You two weren’t together, but there was something between you. You knew it. He knew it. Everyone knew it. You did however want the chance to be alone together. Maybe it’d go somewhere?

You chanced a glance at Bucky, who was eating at the counter next to Steve. He was looking at you and winked, making you blush. You smiled and looked away. You felt butterflies in your stomach, and couldn’t wait to have him to yourself this week.

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You and Bucky were in the hangar, saying goodbye to the team as they left for their getaways. You hugged Natasha and Wanda.

“Have fun, you guys, and get lots of pictures!” You squealed as you embraced your best friends.

Natasha and Wanda looked at you and then each other. Natasha glanced back at you with a smirk, “You have fun too, Y/N. You and Bucky, that is.”

Wanda snickered. “Yes, Y/N will surely have lots of fun alone with Bucky.”

You rolled your eyes. “You are both pure evil. But I love you anyway.”

“Of course you do. And we love you.” Wanda said with a smile.

A few minutes later, everyone was gone, and you and Bucky were alone.

The both of you walked back to the living room. You were happy that it was finally just the two of you, but now you were also nervous. You realized that you were rarely alone with Bucky. What if he didn’t have fun with you?

You pushed your fears away. This was supposed to be a nice week. You decided to get the ball rolling and have fun.

“Bucky do you want to do something? We could swim or watch a movie or something?”

Bucky looked at you and thought for a moment. “Let’s do it all.”

And that’s how first few days of the week went by. You and Bucky did all sorts of things to have fun. You swam, played games, watched movies, baked, made forts. All of it.

Tonight, as with the other nights, you settled onto the couch in the living room to watch another film. You and Bucky were sitting next to each other watching the movie when he draped his arm over you. This was the first time that either one of you made a bold move like that. You wasted only a second before leaning into him. You both knew this would become routine.

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On the evening before everyone was due to return to the compound, you and Bucky decided to celebrate. You brought wine to the living room, dimmed the lights, and hooked your phone up to the sound system. You played your favorite spotify playlist and talked to the super soldier on the couch.

“So, Bucky, I had a lot of fun this week.” You murmured softly. “I’m really happy you stayed with me.”

Bucky beamed. “I did too. And I’m glad that I spent it with you.”

A while later, Dancing In The Dark by Imagine Dragons came on the sound system.

Don't throw my name 'round here like that

You could get us in some trouble

Talking that way and

Monday you got me that's a fact

You could get me in some trouble

Talking that way and

I don't need nobody

You had had a few glasses of wine, which was all the courage you needed. You stood up and softly grasped Bucky’s hand. You led him to the middle of the floor.

“Dance with me Bucky.”

His lips curved very slightly as he wound his arms around your waist.

If you ever want to join me baby I'll be dancing in the dark

If you ever want to join me baby I'll be dancing in the dark

Dancing in the

Join me

Dancing in the

Join me baby

Dancing in the

Join me baby

The two of you swayed in each others embrace.

Most days I'm keeping to myself, living in my little bubble

Throwing my weight and moving my body through the sea

You could come join me

Moving like the weekend

I don't need nobody

You looked into Bucky’s eyes, and he peered into yours.

If you ever want to join me baby I'll be dancing in the dark

If you ever want to join me baby I'll be dancing in the dark

Dancing in the

Join me

Dancing in the

Join me baby

Dancing in the

Join me baby

Dancing in the

Join me baby

In that moment, it was mutually understood that you were more than friends and you always would be. You loved Bucky and he loved you. Bucky cupped your cheek and brought his lips to yours. You took his face in both of your hands and passionately returned his kiss. You both knew there would be many more to come.

If you ever want to join me baby I'll be dancing in the dark

Dancing in the

Join me baby

If you ever want to join me baby I'll be dancing in the dark

Baby

Dancing in the

Baby

[chai-ssi-latte]

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Sebastian Stan

About: You attended your ex-boyfriend’s wedding as one of her fiancée’s bridesmaid.

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The venue is all white but pretty, almost shining with the rays of sun. Eight years ago, you wouldn't thought of attending your ex-boyfriend's wedding, but here you are. Back then, you'd joke around that, of course you'll be at the grand scene, you'll be the one walking down aisle anyway.

Hmmph. Well, not anymore. 'Cause you are at the front seat, showing smiles to everyone as one of Sebastian's (future) wife's bridesmaids.

Initially, he wanted you to become his "best man" but you refused. He had met so many people in the past years that could pass up that role. Plus, Toby would always be there whenever Sebastian needs him. So, he did ask someone else to be his best man, but his fiancée had ask you to be her bridesmaid.

You told yourself to stop saying no and stop running away. Deep down, you know that these people meant no harm and that they are genuine. 

You felt it when Sebastian's mom hugged you during Jane's wedding dress fitting, you sensed the warm sincere smile that Jane's mom gave you when it was your time to get fitted, you heard Jane's excitement through the phone when you agreed to be one of her bridesmaids, and you saw how grateful Sebastian was, who just standing a few feet away from you, when you walked inside the venue.

Sebastian met Jane through instagram. She’s a model, not one of those big names out there, but with just one look, you can tell that she is. You know Seb wouldn’t just date anyone, so Jane must’ve struck something inside of him, and she must have been made him so contented.

The sound of the organ changed from ambient music to calm and light. Just enough to set the mood for everyone that the wedding is starting. Jane is ready, and so is Sebastian. You caught him took a deep breath, and smiled. Finally it's happening.

The curtains moved and there walked Jane. She's definitely the most beautiful bride you have ever seen. She is dazzling and breathtaking in her elegant fitted dress. And you cheered, just like everyone else, revealing the happiest smile you can give.

“Seb!” you called out, trying to get his attention. “Stan! Hey stupid!” you were standing across the street as you watch him flip through a book. “Ugh!” groaning when you failed to get his attention, you decided to cross the road when it cleared.

“Ow! What the—” Sebastian soothe the ache on his arm that you just punched. 

“Are you deaf? I’ve been screaming your name.” you scolded. Sebastian smirked. Before he can crack a dirty joke, you slapped his arm again.

“Ow! Will you stop? I’m collecting bruises because of you.” He said.

You laughed then remembered why you came to New Jersey. “I have something to tell you.”

“Uh huh. You texted me that.”

“I’m qualified to attend Boston University!” you shrieked. Sebastian being two years older than you, went to college first. “Do you think I can survive Business Management there? I’m actually terrified.”

“You’re moving to Boston?”

“Yeah, in like... three, four months? Mom told me to move early so I can get used to the area.” you answered. “It’s my first time moving out so... I understand why they want me to have time to adjust living alone.”

“What happened to NYU? Thought you’d like to attend Gallatin?”

“Yeah, well. Remember Steve? The guy I dated for ten months? He’s going to study in NYU. I’d rather not see his face.” you grimaced as you remember your ex. That prick. He only dated you to forget about his ex, which ended up not happening because he’s so in love with her that one night when she showed motive that she still liked him, Steve went running back under her skirt.

“Just because of that?” Sebastian frowned.

“No, not really.” you defended yourself. 

You huffed, biting your lip before continuing to talk, “Well, I know it’s a big campus blah blah blah, but the course that I’ll be taking in Gallatin is the same with his. Soooo, chance is, I’ll see his face hundred percent of the time. Yuck.”

“Anyway, how’s Rutgers?”

“Great. Love it.” he almost sounded sarcastic that you don’t know if he’s being serious or not.

“Seriously, Seb. How is it?”

“I wasn’t supposed to tell you this ‘cause it’s not yet guaranteed, but...” he closed the book that he was holding. “I might have a chance to stay in London for a year. Maybe next year...” he shrugged, “Who knows.”

“Seb, that’s amazing! I’m sure you’ll get it! You’re a great freaking actor.”

He grinned. “Are you ready not seeing me every weekend?”

Well... you didn’t think about that. You were quiet as Sebastian waited for your answer. Before it could turn into an awkward silence, Sebastian laughed. “I know you’ll miss me, but don’t overthink about it. We’re not sure if I’ll be one of the students anyway.”

Sebastian took you in one of his favorite restaurant, treating you dinner, and he offered for you to stay at his dorm. He had a solo room but with a double decked bed. Visitors are allowed during weekends so you staying the night wasn’t a problem. That night, you both talked about your plans in the future, looking at the world in the most optimistic way.

“You may now kiss the bride.” The kiss sealed their relationship. Jane is now officially Mrs. Stan. There was no running down the aisle with the bride and the groom, everyone gathered next to Sebastian and Jane to take multiple pictures, forever keeping the moment.

You beamed at the camera. After the picture-taking, you hugged your old friends through Sebastian, and the new found friends you found in Jane. It was time to go to the reception. 

As you settle in the car, Toby, sat next to you. “How’s our manager doing?”

“Good. Happy to be here.” then the car was filled with silence. The driver came, and one more person arrived to seat at the passenger’s seat. 

“All good?” the driver asked, which everyone nodded.

“He liked you, you know.” Toby said through the phone.

You sniffled and wiped your tears away. “What?”

“Sebastian.” Toby answered firmly. “He liked you for a long time.”

More tears pool in your eyes. “Why didn’t he tell me?”

“He was supposed to tell you when we attended your graduation day.” He said, “But we saw you kissing a guy. He didn’t want to ruin it.”

“So now he’s not talking to me anymore? I’ve reached out so many times.”

“I don’t think he knows the reason why you’re calling.”

There was a knock on your door. Weird. It’s almost 9 o’clock in the evening and you’re certainly not expecting a guest nor a delivery. “I have to go, Toby. Thanks for listening to my rants.”

“Take care, Y/N. He’s still your friend.” and you ended the call.

This time it was the door bell’s chime, followed by another series of knocks. You know for sure that you are safe. The apartment complex doesn’t let anyone inside the building unless their names is written as a relative or friends under your name anyway.

“What do you nee—”

Sebastian stood at the hallway when you opened the door. “Seb.”

“Hi.” He forced out a smile. 

That night, Sebastian wiped all your tears away and comforted you in his arms, whispering all the encouraging words you needed to hear. That night, he became your boyfriend, your one and only.

You watched them cut the cake. Laughing at each other and telling one that he sucks at cutting it. You smiled, what a couple of dorks. You can’t really blame them, they both had their fair share of drinks and almost half of the guests are drunk as well.

You don’t know how long you’ve been sitting, just watching everyone else enjoy the reception, doing all the things people do at the weddings. You enjoyed being alone, and you had fun watching people have fun.

“I hope it wasn’t boring.”

You looked over your shoulder, seeing Sebastian pulling the chair next to you. “Nah, I had fun, and is still having fun.”

“Let me guess, you’re having fun watching people tripped on their heels, and sway in their drunkenness?” 

“Yep.”

Sebastian gave you one of his sweetest smiles, “I’m happy you’re here.”

“I—” No, Y/N. Don’t ask. It all in the past, and he’s married for Christ’s sake. It’s his wedding reception, don’t ruin the night for him and for everyone else. “I’m so glad, I attended. Thanks for inviting me.”

“I can’t.” Sebastian said. “I... I have so much right now, and I just can’t go there yet.”

By there, Sebastian meant getting engaged. You’ve broken the barrier and you’re the one who proposed to him, in his house with just the two of you.

Five years of dating, and if he can’t see the same future that you are seeing... is it really worth moving forward?

“I’m sorry.” he mumbled.

“I’m sorry too.” then you walked away, never looking back.

The chills of the cold night made your goosebumps rose. You had a nice chat with Sebastian, Jane followed a couple minutes later with a slice of cake and a bunch of late night snacks. 

You all talked about how you mended your relationship with Sebastian three years ago. He was the first ever person who helped you when your mother underwent her heart surgery. You didn’t have the guts to push him away, and your mother had always treated him as her own. Because of him, your mother is still as healthy as ever. Plus, he seemed to have outgrown all the troubles in the past so you decided to do the same thing.

During the conversation, they told you that they are expecting a baby. They wanted you to be one of the godparents. You being Sebastian’s long time friend, and skipping over the fact that you once became his girlfriend too. 

You accepted though. You know that one day, you’ll find the one for you too. The real one. By then, invitations would flow out, hoping that Sebastian’s little kid would throw the flower on the aisle for you. By then, every single soul would be happy.

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241  (Song fic) Bucky x Reader

Summary: Bucky trying so fucking hard to move the fuck on from you. Just read.

A/N: This was based on a song called 241 by Rivermaya (an original FIlipino music) it’s an old one but the lyrics are gold. And painful. I’m not a good writer so please leave comments and it will really help me a lot. English ain’t my first language sorry. :) But I do hope you’ll like this one.

Warnings: Language / Angst

W/C: More or less 1,000

I love you with a fire,

Ablazing till times end

But what good is a heart

When it shudders to speak.

I guess it's too late now.

I wanted to turn you on

My favorite song.

Wanted to be near you

But somebody owns you now.

You were blankly staring at the bonfire. You weren't sure if you were feeling excited because after five long years, you will be seeing her again, or nervous and anxious because you know that a lot has changed in the past five years.

"Hey, Y/N!" you're heart was beating so fast just hearing her name.

"Sam!" your fingers were cold and palms were sweaty.

"So glad you made it here, Y/N!" You heard Steve's voice.

"Are you kidding me? It's been what? Five years? Oh God, I missed you guys!" Her voice, it was the sound you've been dying to hear all these years. She stepped in front of you, you slowly looked up to see her face. And God, she looks even beautiful now. Despite the poor light that the bonfire provides, you clearly see her beautiful smile.

"Hi Buck," she greeted you, you stood up and shocked that she extended and wrapped her soft arms around you. Her scent, the warmth and softness of her body, you miss everything about her. The embrace made you feel like you were finally home.

"Y/N," is the only thing you can say.

She broke the tight hug and gave you the warmest smile.

"Oh, uhm I'm with a special friend. I hope you guys don't mind." She said.

"No, of course not, Y/N. We'd like to meet him." Sam said smirking.

"Guys, this is Matt," a tall guy walked forward, "he's uhm, he's my-"

"Boyfriend?" Steve cut her off.

"Oh, not yet" she giggled. "Uhm, we've been dating for like, two months now and yeah, he's kinda special to me." She explained.

"Matt, these are my friends. Steve, Sam and… Bucky." She looked at you still smiling. You felt a sting in your chest.

"Hey there, Matt." Sam and Steve welcomed and shook hands with him. You stood there like a fucking robot, confused whether you'll stay or just go. But out of respect for Y/N and your friends, you chose to stay and keep everything casual. But you know, this feeling will keep hurting you from deep inside. And you have to idea if you could ever endure it this time.

"Hi, man" you offered your hand and Matt.

"Hey. Y/N told me a lot about you guys,” he said.

"Ohhh, we'd like to know them. But take a sit first, we have a lots of beer and a lots of things to catch up to." Sam offered them to sit on a lumber.

Y/N sat beside Matt, and you were sitting across her. You grabbed a bottle of beer and started drinking but you never took your eyes off of her.

She was telling stories, but you couldn't register the words coming out from her pretty mouth. Her face occupied your mind.

It was ten years ago when you first met her. You loved her since that day. You will never forget everything about her. How much she craved for your attention, for your touch, for your love. She was clingy and thoughtful and always jealous. She loved you a lot, more than you loved her before.

You stared at her lips, everytime she bites her lower lips you just makes you want to crash your lips into hers.

And when she laughs, you unconciously smile. She has the best laugh in the whole fucking universe.

But then you saw her leans her head on Matt's shoulder, then there's this pain again. You looked away because it's just - "Fuck." You said to yourself.

"Hey Bucky, you okay?" Y/N asked and sounded worried.

"I just… I just forgot something in the car." You stood up, "I'll be back." And fuck, you needed air. You don't want to leave because just by looking at her, somehow eases your pain. But seeing her with him, only makes it worse.

You walked away, reaching your car, you pulled out a pack of cigarretes and lighted one. You leaned onto the car door. But even lighting up a stick of cigar doesn't help it.

You saw Steve, walking slowly towards you.

"You okay, pal?"

Fuck. Obviously you know you're not.

"Yeah. It's just…"

"Still her? I know." Steve said.

"What?" You're completely puzzled.

"Come on, pal. You've been looking at her the whole time."

You shrugged. How could you not stare at her? How could you not miss her?

"I thought I was already fine. But I guess time has its own way of…" too much pain, you found no words to tell how hurt you are right now.

"You had her, Buck."

"Yeah. And I was a stupid asshole who hurt her and took her for granted. And I just let her go." You looked up in the clear sky, "I will never forgive myself for hurting her, Steve. I still love her."

Steve leaned closer to you, "so you want her back?"

"I'm not sure, I want to yes, but… somebody owns her now." You sighed.

"I guess payback's really a bitch, bud." Steve pats you on your shoulder.

"I just want her to be happy. Like genuinely happy. And if that Matt will make her happy, then I think, I really have to let her be. I've caused her too much pain in the past. The least thing I can do now is not do that again. I love her so much. I deserve this, Steve. Because it was all my fault." From afar, you saw Y/N laughing with Matt and Sam.

“How could I ever forget her?” you asked yourself.

[daphne-fandom-writing]

Masterlist

Supernatural

Sam Winchester:

Far away

Set up

Dean Winchester:

Impala (Smut)

Star wars: 

Obi-Wan Kenobi:

The Jedi and the Sith (Smut) (Sith AU) 

Peaceful

To a new year

Training (smut)

Order 66

Turn (Sith AU)

Emperor (Sith AU) 

Cloak (smut)

Good

For him

Old friends masterlist

Anakin Skywalker:

Training (smut) (Sith AU) 

Hurt

Injured

Never forgotten

Captain Rex (CT-7567):

Mission

Luke Skywalker:

Join me (Dark side AU) 

39th Clone battalion masterlist

Teen wolf

Peter Hale x reader 

Chris Argent x reader (Smut)

Marvel

Steve Rogers:

Summercamp

History talk

Chris Evans:

Four times you meet Chris at the same bar

Four times you meet Chris Evans in Disneyland (Smut)

Chris Hemsworth:

Four times you run into Chris Hemsworth

Sebastian Stan: 

Four times you dog gets in Sebastian’s yard

Holiday vibes (Smut)

Jeremy Renner:

Four times you meet Jeremy at Comic Con

DC universe

Roman Sionis: 

Sex toy headcanon (smut)

Scare (smut)

Dealings (smut)

Protection

Dinner

Bands 

Dallon Weekes:

Backstage fun (Smut)

[mattness]

I don't know how to make good long videos, so I do this kind of stuff... I wanted to make some sweet vid with this song (Kim Petras - Heart to Break). Aaaand I hope you enjoy

https://youtu.be/5qt_JO8qIcw 

my sweeties Harley and Bucky ♥

[httpmassiveflirt]

Banana Pancakes

Bucky Barnes/Reader

Warnings: none(fluff)

Based off of Banana Pancakes by Jack Johnson

A/N: This is my first fic, so its probably super cliche but please, if there are any mistakes or you have any advice please tell me!!! Also, i hate how i ended this so im sorry if it feels kinda rushed??? Idk i just dont like it. Thanks for the read <3

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You rolled over to your side, tugging the plush white comforter and grey sheets to wrap around your body. You let out a soft sigh as you awoke, the soft patter of rain on the window pane trying to pull you back to sleep. Hazy light wafted in through your's and Bucky's shared bedroom window. You had started dating a couple weeks after you arrived at the compound for training, which was about seven months ago at this point.

"You gotta stop stealing all the blankets, Doll." You heard a soft voice grumble. You turned, tossing the extra blankets atop your boyfriend. His arm wrapped his arm around your waist, affectively pulling you into his chest, his metal arm tracing intricut patterns along your bare shoulder as you played absentmindedly with his hair. It had gotten a bit longer, brushing low on his collar bones. "Good morning to you, too." You laughed as he rested his head in the crook of your neck, leaving small kisses on your skin.

Your phone on the bedside table lit up, buzzing and ringing, trying to get your attention. Bucky huffed, and easily reached over you to grasp the phone. He sat up and rested against the mahogany headboard, answering the incoming call while giving you a playful smirk.

"Hello?.... Yes this is y/n's phone.... no she wont be able to make it to training today, Nat, sorry!" He said, cheekly to the woman on the other side of the call, abruptly ending the call despite your protests. "Buck! You cant just cancel my plans, me and Nat have been planning this run for weeks, you know we never have time to carch up." You playfully smacked his chest as you chastised him. "Hmm, lets just stay in bed today. And besides, Doll, its pouring out; do you really want to go out in that?" He spoke, pulling you to straddle his lap. "Yes, I did actually." You huffed, crossing your arms over you tshirt clad chest as Bucky trailed sweet kisses up your jaw.

He placed a chaste kiss to your lips and pulled away, a grin painting his face. "Im make it up to you. Stay here while i make breakfast." You hummed in approval as Bucky effortlessely lifted you off of him and he left the room, heading towards the kitchen.

A few minutes later, the smell of pancakes wafted in through your open bedroom door. You got up, pulling one of Bucky's jumpers on over your tshirt and pajama shorts. You made your way through your apartment and as you walked into the kitchen, you were greated by Bucky standing over the stove flipping perfectly golden pancakes. His grey sweat pants hung low on his hips, the band of his boxers peaking out over the top. He had pulled his hair into a bun at the nape of his neck using one of your schrunchies you always left laying around.You walked over, wrapping your arms around his waist and rested your cheek on his shoulder.

"You were supposed to stay in bed." He said, pouring more batter on the pan.

"Couldn't resist, love." You said, placing a kiss below Bucky's ear, a smile playing at both of your lips. You stood in comfortable silence, Bucky humming lightly to a record he had set up on his turntable before you had came into the kitchen. As Bucky plated the pancakes, you left your place beside him to pour two mugs of coffee. He wrapped his free arm around your waist, pulling you to his side and placing a kiss to the top of your head. He smiled up at him and led him to sit back in your bed. With delicious pancakes and an even more delicious boyfriend wrapped around you, you definitly werent missing your training session this morning.