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[alicesadventuresintherye]

Wishing Dominic Monaghan a very Happy Birthday today! Not only did he brilliantly bring characters to life in two of my favorite stories ever but he's an incredibly empathetic and down to (Middle) Earth human being. Everyone should check out his Instagram. I keep my Charlie Pace figurine by the Tolkien books on my shelf. So much of who I am has been shaped by LOST and Lord of the Rings; in fact, I keep a Drive Shaft ring AND the One Ring with me in my purse, along with some other small but important pop culture relics. I thank @dom_monaghan_ for bringing my friends Charlie and Merry to life, and for always being incredibly kind to me. See ya in another life, brotha. #dominicmonaghan #storytellers #lost #lostabc #charliepace #driveshaft #driveshaftring #lordoftherings #jrrtolkien #thelordoftherings #lotr #tlotr #merry #meriadocbrandybuck #fictionalcharacters #favorites #aboutme #seeyainanotherlifebrotha #personal #shelfie https://www.instagram.com/p/CIj_34gpUON/?igshid=fx7o720yaglo

[benwyattformayor]

Okay but how do you convince at LEAST ONE of your friends to watch parks and rec? MY ANNOYING ASS FRIENDS NEVER TAKE MY SUGGESTIONS AND I HAVE GOOD TASTE HELP

AAH IM SO SORRY I DIDNT SEE THIS I HOPE IT WASNT IN MY INBOX FOR LONG!!

But anyways, just sit them down and make them watch it. Show them your favorite episode or the episode you think they’d most like, and just make them watch it. Make sure they know all the characters and get all the jokes, but try not to spoil aNyTHING. That’s all I’ve got, and it’s seemed to work for me so far. I’ve gotten 6 people to watch it this way. One person still claims to hate the show, but 6/7 ain’t too bad, so fingers crossed. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Good luck, friend!

[redgillan]

Can I be tagged in all your future fics? I'd hate to miss any cuz you're an amazing writer. Litrally your fics give me life 🔥 👌

Aah, you’re too kind 🙈 Thank you 💖If this means it’ll give you life, then of course I’ll tag you ;)

[softcorehippos]

Can I be on your perminant tag list? After reading many of your fics including Racer!Steve I can't wait to read your future ones cuz you're an incredible writer x

Of course! Welcome to my forever list!! 

[buckyywiththegoodhair]

Which tumblr blog is it that does/did the bucky×reader fic called "roomates"? I can't remember x

Roommates by @brighterlights

[mercedesbarnes]

No Longer

Summary: Bucky reflects on your relationship. 

Pairing:  Bucky x Reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 335

A/N: Something a bit different, but I really like this one. It gives me poetry vibes.

He no longer thinks she is beautiful.

He no longer thinks she is his other half.

He no longer thinks she is The One.  

No longer.  

Bucky knows from science class that the sun is the centre of our solar system, a gaseous orb floating and spinning in space. To him, the centre of his solar system wears his t-shirts to sleep, sips tea on rainy days, and serenades him when he can’t sleep.  Any room that is gifted with her presence shines, the drops of light painting a mosaic on the walls just so, a masterpiece of reds, oranges and yellows marvelous enough to rival Van Gogh’s.

She’s not beautiful, she is radiant.  

At night, when the sun is extinguished outside, he finds it in her kisses.  The heat burns like an inferno when he hears the sounds she makes, when they are both breathless and she whispers his name. And in the morning, when he wakes from the darkness and sees her sleeping face, the light comes all at once; not a switch of a dimmer, the illumination of a spotlight in the show only for him.  A brighter and happier yellow than the yolks in her famous fried eggs.

She’s not his other half, she is his everything.  

Hers is the only face he wants at the end of a long day.  Struggles feel like the gusts of a hurricane, but when she is there the wind passes and the gentle warmth of her rays come. He wants to spend the nights wrapped in bed with her, until it’s impossible to tell where he finishes and she begins, scents mixing to create a perfume better than the most expensive Chanel.

She’s not The One, she is The Only One.  

Bucky has the ring box  as he approaches her, heart in his hands, about to beg the sun to warm his earth forever. He is no longer going to wait to spend the rest of his life with her.  

No longer.

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[redgillan]

New Tag List

Hey peeps! This month will mark my 1st year on tumblr. Coincidentally, my tag list is also 1 so it’s time to let go of people who grew tired of me and those who deleted their blog.

I’m tagging my entire tag list, though some people asked to be just Steve or just Bucky. Anyway...

If you want to stay, like this post

If you want to be added, reply to this post (if you want to be tagged Bucky or Steve only, just mention it.) 

Thank you for your understanding, x.

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[softcorehippos]

Oh my god I loved Just Ask!!! At times I'll admit it was EXTEMELEY fustrating. However you're an amazing writer and the series was wonderful xx

I know, i think i went to the point where it got too frustrating that people just gave up on my story lmao but I’m really glad you stuck around! Thank you so much!!!

[buckys-shield]

Rejection

Summary: You’re being stood up, but luckily Bucky’s there to save the day.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word count: 657

Warnings: mentions of rejection, angst at the beginning but with a fluffly end

A/N: I just needed to get this off my chest. Rejection is nothing to be ashamed of. Remember that.

Rejection.

A feeling that‘s easy to experience, but hard to explain.

Rejecting someone can be easy, most people do it on a daily basis. Sometimes intentional, sometimes without even knowing it. Usually they go on with their life- living on, happily.

Being rejected however… That’s a whole different story. When you’re being rejected, you almost always notice it. Your whole body reacts to it. You might cry, you might curse, you might just sit and stare and do nothing. Your heart might start beating faster, leaving you with an uneasy feeling in your stomach.

You might blame yourself. You might not.

Fear of rejection is common. Everyone has it.

You had it too, right now. You were sitting in your favourite café, waiting for him. He had asked you to meet him here. One hour and two pieces of cake later, you were still alone.

You had sent him several texts, asking him where he was. He had read them. No reply.

Tears were streaming down your face and you were sure, by now people were staring. You didn’t know why you were still sitting there, when you could be at home, eating ice cream and telling Wanda that men were douchebags.

Another glance at your phone told you that there was still no answer from him, and finally you decided to get up. Wiping away your tears with the sleeve of your shirt, you closed your eyes for a few seconds.

When you opened them, there was someone sitting in front of you. Surprised, you looked up at him. Was he mistaken you for someone else? Before you could form any more thoughts, the man spoke up.

“Bucky.”, He grumbled and you blinked in surprise.

“Excuse me?” you muttered, voice raspy from crying. Bucky raised his head and your puffed eyes met bright blue ones. There was something in his look that moved you, making you feel calmer almost instantly.

“My name’s Bucky.” He grumbled again, this time flashing you a small smile. Smiling back you decided to take in his features. He had brown, shoulder-long hair and a light scruff. His smile and shining eyes only added to his attractive look.

“I’m (Y/N)” you answered quietly, suddenly very intimidated by the handsome man in front of you. Had your date send him as some sort of apology? Or was he just there to make fun of you?

“I saw you crying. Is everything alright? Are you in danger or hurt?” he asked and leaned forward, eyes scanning your body to look for any signs of discomfort.

You couldn’t help but smile about his caring endeavour and blushed, tugging a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I just got stood up, that’s all. Thank you for caring and sorry that I concerned you.”

At your words, Bucky’s eyes narrowed and he glanced around the room, almost as if he thought your date was at the café. With a grumble he grasped your hand and shocked you noticed how good his hands felt.

Turning back to you, Bucky began to rub his thumb over the palm of your hand. “Look, I know you don’t know me, but believe me when I tell you your date isn’t worth the tears.”

Nodding slightly, you took a deep breath and managed to widen your smile. Bucky quickly mirrored it and with a small laugh, grabbed the menu cart.

“I know you just had a horrible date, but would you care to have another one with me? Right here, right now? Let me save your day?” he murmured, pushing the menu to you with a hopeful smile.

Reaching out, you noticed that one of your hands was still intertwined with Bucky’s and you took the menu with your other.

“I don’t see why not.” You had to bite your lip to keep your smile from widening even more and squeezed his hand.

You had just overcome your fear of rejection.

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[bucky-bear-barnes]

Bucky’s distasteful house guests (Bucky X Reader)

Title: Bucky’s distasteful house guests

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Bucky didn’t want anyone disturbing him and (Y/N) little home but their teammates seems to have failed to get the memo.

MASTERLIST

It was Bucky and (Y/N)’s second year anniversary when they decided to officially move out of the Stark compound and into their own little apartment.

Bucky’s gift for (Y/N) was a shiny new key that opens the doors to the coziest apartment that Bucky has picked out.

It wasn’t too far away from the compound making it easy for the two to travel to work with their Avengers family. It wasn’t too big either, Bucky’s reason being he doesn’t want to be too far away from his love.

The move was kind of their small little step forward in the relationship. Both wanted more privacy with each other and the team, Tony,  was more than happy for the two to move out, even buying the couple a complete home entertainment set.

Tony just wanted the happy to be a happy couple, privately. If he had to wake up to one more sight of the two cuddling through breakfast or hear their nightly activity again, he’d probably implode.

The couple was well into the 3rd month of being in their own home and the Avengers seem to have taken a liking to joining them in the apartment.

Steve comes by after his morning run with Sam in tow and has their breakfast with the couple. Pietro pops by whenever he feels like it. Nat and Wanda join (Y/N) some evenings for red wine and movie night.

A couple of months in, (Y/N) started to take note of Bucky’s slight annoyance when people came strolling into their home from time to time. His brows would furrow slightly, lips twitched into a downturn.

(Y/N) thought it was probably better to not ask Bucky upfront in case she was just being overly sensitive and overthought things. She’ll stick to this plan and change it only if she continuously spotted Bucky’s negative reactions to guests.

(Y/N) was wrapped up in Bucky’s arms, the two bundled up in a throw as the lounged on the wide Italian made sofa that Pepper gifted them.

On the TV screen was a random movie, (Y/N) has picked and they were probably more engrossed in each other than they were of the movie in front of them.

(Y/N) rested her head on Bucky’s chest, her hand intertwined with his metal one. His other hand was running through (Y/N)’s hair as he twirled the locks around his finger.

The loud sound of the doorbell broke their reverie, giving the two a shock as they were not expecting visitors.

(Y/N) scrambled off of Bucky much to his dismay. Slipping her feet into the matching house slippers she had with Bucky, (Y/N) made her way to the door to check who their unannounced visitor was.

As his girlfriend stood up, Bucky’s eyes wandered to the sight of her and took in the view. She was dressed in an oversized t-shirt that Bucky owned, the shirt falling to right on her thigh, covering the lounge shorts she was wearing.

Bucky’s eyes widened in shock when he noticed how (Y/N) was dressed and was about to pull her back towards him when she was just a few steps too far from the man.

He hastily attempted to stand up to stop her when he got himself tangled in the throw that was on him and fell back on the couch.

Just then, the sound of people filing into his home caught his attention. He turned his head only to be greeted by his teammates giving hugs to his girlfriend. In the outfit, he didn’t want anyone to see her in.

“Hey Buckaroo! Long time no see!” came Sam’s boisterous greeting.

Bucky discreetly rolled his eyes in annoyance and murmured a half-hearted greeting.

“We just saw each other 2 days ago, for goodness sakes,” Bucky said under his breath which his guests missed as they settled themselves in the counter in the kitchen.

(Y/N) nudged Bucky, picking up on what he’s said when she moved to stand next to her boyfriend.

“Behave!” (Y/N) whispered to Bucky, giving him a light shove.

“So, to what do we owe the pleasure?” Bucky asked, wrapping his arm around (Y/N) waist, tugging her close and attempted to hide her body from the prying eyes of his teammates.

“Sorry for barging in (Y/N), I tried to stop them but they were already out the door and I came along for damage control.” Steve huffed out with an apologetic smile.

(Y/N) shook her head and smiled brightly and said, “Not a problem, Stevie.”

“Course it's a problem.” Bucky murmured again, under his breath and (Y/N) nudged him harder when she heard him.

“Well, we’re here for (Y/N) special homemade cookies.” the alarmingly quiet Pietro said, eyes bright with mischief, humor lacing his words.

“COOKIES?!” Bucky exclaimed, unable to contain his annoyance.

“Now, I’m going to say this once and for all. So everyone listen up, especially you two.” Bucky started, pointing at Sam and Pietro who were sitting next to each other, his eye narrowing at the two.

“No more barging into our house unannounced, no more attempting to hang out with (Y/N) every other day when it's our day off and its date night for us! No more coming over as and when for cookies just because my girlfriend makes the best ones. AND MOST IMPORTANTLY! Stop ogling at my girlfriend like I’m not here! Steve you included! Don’t think I haven’t spotted all of your eyes fluttering down her legs!” Bucky yelled out, emotions bursting.

Silence followed Bucky’s outburst and Steve’s whole face was flushed till the tip of his ears. The man stuttered and attempted to find an excuse and settled with an embarrassed apology as he ushered his other two friends out of the apartment.

“So sorry guys! I’ll bake the cookies and bring them over to the compound alright?” (Y/N) said, giving them awkward smiles.

“It's okay (Y/N). We should be sorry for disturbing you two all the time. See you soon, alright?” the captain replied, giving her a small wave, the two other superheroes stunned into silence following suit.

(Y/N) closed the door behind her guests and turned to Bucky, her arms crossed in front of her, mouth furrowed into a frown.

It was as if Bucky could tell (Y/N) was going to get made. He was settled back on the couch, looking at his girlfriend with the saddest puppy-dog eyes he could muster.

The girl trudged over to him and stood in front of his figure.

“Whats with that Sergeant?” she questioned, cocking her brow up.

“Well… uh.. I just didn’t want people to constantly hound us. I mean didn’t we move out to have alone time?!” Bucky stammered out his reply, desperately attempting to pacify his girlfriend.

“…. Are you jealous, Sergeant Barnes?” (Y/N) asked, a small smirk forming on her face, as she settled herself on the soldier’s lap and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“… Maybe.” came his reply as he averted his gaze.

(Y/N) cupped Bucky’s face with her tiny hands and shifted his face to meet hers. She had a soft smile settled on her lips, her eyes shining bright with happiness.

“No need for jealousy, Bucks. I’m all yours and only yours,” she whispered.

Hearing that, Bucky perked up and couldn’t help the smirk growing on his face.

“Yeah? All mine? So I guess I could have my way with you then?” he asked cheekily and pushed the girl down on the couch, his lips meeting her in a searing kiss.

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Here’s a new oneshot everyone! As per usual, I would love some comments and feedback! If anyone wants to be tagged or untagged just drop me an ask and I’ll get to it! 

For my other writings, search “Ting writes” on my Tumblr!”

[redgillan]

Selfless Love - part 7

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: A journey toward recovery and the story of a broken man falling in love with a woman.

Word Count: 1,074

Warnings: None. Not my gif.

A/N: His lips are sinful, he’s killing me... Let’s hope this is worth all the teasing. Btw it’s not over, babes :)

Selfless Love - Masterpage

At the pancake house, you sat across from Bucky and studied the menu. There were so many different choices, you were completely lost. Seeing you hesitate, Bucky ordered a huge breakfast fest, including a large stack of pancakes and two different kinds of juices.

“You’re insane,” you laughed when the waitress left. “We’ll never be able to eat all that food.”

“Don’t worry, I’m starving.”

You noticed he kept his metal hand on his thigh under the table. He looked around, hoping no one would recognize him. You watched him with a fond smile.

“Nervous?”

He pursed his lips into a tight smile. “That obvious, uh?”

“It’s okay, they’re not looking at you,” you said with a smile. “And even if they were, I’m sure they’d be staring at your very impressive biceps.”

Bucky shook his head, grinning. You laid your hand, palm up, on the table. He took it and weaved his metal fingers through yours.

“I know they’re not looking at me,” he said, bringing your hand to his lips. “Not when you’re with me.”

You looked down at your lap, fighting a silly grin. “You’re a smooth talker, James.”

“It’s coming back to me.”

The waitress came back with your drinks and food, forcing him to drop your hand. It gave you a few moment to regain your composure. You looked at the food on the table and let out a nervous laugh.

“Everything looks so delicious.”

Bucky agreed with a nod, his eyes wide in amazement. You chuckled at his excitement and cut into your pile of pancakes. You shoved your first forkful of blueberry pancakes into your mouth, your eyes rolling back into your skull.

“Oh, God,” you moaned in pleasure, “it’s so good!”

The sound that left your mouth made Bucky choke on his orange juice. He shifted in his seat, willing his rapidly growing bulge to cease.

“Are you okay?” You tilted your head, frowning concernedly. Still coughing, Bucky nodded. He was glad that you seemed oblivious to the reaction you caused. “Went down the wrong pipe?”

“You could say that.”

You furrowed your brows, but he dismissed your concern with a wave of his hand. He hid his embarrassed face behind his glass, screaming internally.

The conversation flowed easily between you. You shared bites of your food and agreed that blueberry pancakes were the best. You chuckled, wiping away a smudge of blueberry on Bucky’s chin.

Time seemed to fly by, and before you knew, the waitress brought the bill. Bucky reached for his wallet, but you beat him to it. You dropped a few bills and a generous tip on the table.

“I took some money from the swear jar before we left.”

Bucky gaped at you. “You’re incredible.”

“Not really,” you replied with a shrug, “but Steve and his potty mouth are pretty amazing.”

You walked back to Bucky’s bike and put your helmet on before you climbed on behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist. Bucky removed the kickstand and made sure you were sitting comfortably before he pulled out into traffic.

When you arrived at the compound, you noticed Sharon’s car parked in the driveway. Steve must have called her after everyone bailed on him. The kitchen was empty, but you nudged Bucky and nodded toward the half-touched plates of food on the table.

Suddenly, a moan tore through the silence. You distinctly heard the words ‘Oh, my God’ before you and Bucky burst out laughing. There was no way Steve and Sharon heard you, they were making a lot of noise, but you still tried to stifle your giggles.

You led Bucky down the corridor towards your rooms, turned the corner and stopped. This part of the compound was always quiet.

Bucky stood next to your door, he didn’t want the night to end. You stayed silent, mindlessly tracing the scar on your shoulder.

“I see you do that a lot,” Bucky said, looking at your hand.

“It reminds me of you.” You smiled at the crescent moon scar and raised your eyes to look at him. His expression was careworn, almost hurt. “You patched me up the night we met. You took care of me.”

Bucky took a step closer and carefully raised his hand. “May I?”

You nodded, eager to feel his touch. He ran his index finger along your scar, seemingly entranced by it. His hand skimmed down your arm and he intertwined your fingers together, gently tugging you closer.

“I want to be your man,” he slowly closed the distance between you, “if you’ll have me.”

Bucky waited for your approval, the tip of his nose touching yours. Your eyes were already closed when you nodded. His lips brushed yours, back and forth, like a feather. It was so tender that tears stung behind your eyes. When he pressed his lips against yours, you wrapped your free arm around his waist and pulled him to you.

He rested his forehead against yours, inhaling deeply.

“It was my first kiss since 1943,” he revealed.

“Me too,” you tried to lighten the mood.

Bucky laughed softly before his lips found yours again, this time more demanding. You parted your lips for him and let him take control of the kiss. He backed you up against the wall in the hall and slid his fingers through your hair, cradling the back of your head.

You ran your hands up and down his sides as his kisses turned sloppy. A happy tear ran down your cheek, making him pull away. He wiped it off with his thumb, a concerned frown furrowing his brows.

“It’s okay, I’m just happy,” you said, not recognising your own voice. He kissed the corner of your eye.

“I’m sorry,” he laughed again, “I really took my sweet time.”  

“It’s better than rushing into something you’re not ready for.”

“I’m ready.” A warmth spread through his chest and he knew he really meant those words.

“Good. Do you want to stay a bit longer?”

He cupped your face, his thumbs stroking your cheekbones. He wanted more, he wanted to sleep next to you, but a nagging voice in the back of his head reminded him that this was too good to be true.

“I can’t- It’s...” His jaw clenched, frustrated that he couldn’t put his feelings into words.

“Baby steps,” you soothed, rubbing his sides.

He sighed, grateful for the distraction, and nodded. “Baby steps.”

Part 8

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[softcorehippos]

I realized that I haven’t been on here much, let alone updating or putting up new stuff for you guys and the reason for that is simply the lack of free time I have right now. 

As you may know, I recently graduated and now the pressure of finding a job is really getting to me. I know that you guys know how hard it is to find a job and that’s what I’ve been doing lately, from putting together my CV and scouring the web and real life for job vacancies. On top of that, I’m currently living in my in-laws and I don't have a lot of help like I do if I live back home with my parents in taking care of my daughter, so I’m currently juggling so many things that writing has been pushed down on my priority list. 

Plus, I’m currently weaning my daughter and it’s just... exhausting. I know, what a timing, right?

So I guess this is just a brief explanation and maybe an announcement that I won't be spending much time here for the time being. Don’t worry though! I’m definitely not abandoning any of my stories, hopefully things will slow down anytime soon, God knows I need it. 

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[avengerofyourheart]

In the Arms of Justice Pt. 16 (Cop!Bucky Drabble Series)

Characters: reader x Detective Barnes, Natasha, Rumlow. 

Summary: Reader is a witness to a crime, tying her to the investigation as well as the police involved. She never would have guessed how that one night would continue to change her life years later.

Warnings: Some anxiety, also blood, murder, weapon and death mentions (none of it graphic), violence against women, gritty police drama tv show kind of feel.

Word Count: 1054

Tags at the bottom 

A/N: I’M BACK, BABY. A thousand apologies that it took so long for me to find my groove and stop being afraid of this fic. heh. I finally tackled it and miraculously, I’m in love with it again! Detective Barnes is back and I’m so excited for what’s ahead. :D Part 17 will be posted Friday, May 19! 

<<<Part 15  Part 16   Part 17>>>  

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Previously:

Entering her office once again, Natasha stepped forward.

“Y/N, this is Mr. Kopecky. His aunt and uncle immigrated from the Czech Republic and he would like to keep them here legally.”

The man was facing away from you, reading the degrees and certificates adorning the esteemed lawyer’s office wall.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Kope…”

As he turned your way, you lost all power of speech, ice freezing in your veins. 

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You remained frozen in place, eyes transfixed on the man who held a knife at your throat two nights ago and now haunted your dreams. Although, if you had passed him on the street you might not have recognized him. Instead of the bleach-blond hair and a clean shaven face, he now wore a knitted cap over a bald head with a few days’ stubble dotting his chin. Horn-rimmed glasses were perched on his nose and he wore khaki trousers with a long-sleeved black sweater and dress shoes. If it weren’t for the cold eyes fixed on yours and the scar on his left cheek, you could have sworn it wasn’t the same man.

Light bruising was visible under his eyes, you noticed as he took a few steps forward. His nose might not have been broken by your head striking it, but you definitely left your mark. Seeing him approach from across the room, you finally thawed enough to stumble to Natasha’s side.

“H-how did he get in here?” you whispered to her, your eyes never leaving his face.

Natasha remained focus on the file before her and didn’t notice your change in demeanor. “I thought you two had met. He had your business card. He didn’t have an appointment, but was willing to wait in case we had an opening.”

Your stomach dropped. A business card. That’s the one thing you wouldn’t have missed from your wallet, the amount changing all the time. You offered your card almost daily, hoping to let people know they weren’t alone. Many had become clients as a result from your willingness to help. Unfortunately, that business card also led the killer straight to you.

“It’s alright, our meeting was some time ago. Besides, I looked a bit different back then,” he grinned at you. His tone was friendly but the underlying meaning and his predatory expression caused bile to rise in your throat.

Natasha lifted her eyes and his face smoothed to a friendly smile. “We’ll see what we can do for you, Mr. Kopecky. Now, how long have they been in the country? Have your aunt and uncle applied for visas in the past? Y/N, could you give him the…”

She trailed off upon seeing your expression. You tried to force your brain to shake off the panic that gripped you tight, but your eyes remained wide in shock.

“What is it, Y/n?” the redhead questioned you in concern.

“I…he was the…”

You struggled to find the words to explain all that had happened in the past few days and the danger you were both in. Natasha had no idea and as you gathered a succinct way to tell her, you caught a small motion in the right hand of the man before you. Rumlow silently withdrew something from his pocket, just enough for the glint of metal to catch your eye before he lowered it out of sight. He pressed a finger to his lips. Natasha saw none of it, still trying to shake some sense out of you.

“Are you okay? You’re white as a sheet, Y/N. Can I..”

“Ms. Romanoff,” he interrupted. “I know Y/N seeing me is a bit of a surprise. We parted on less than friendly terms. Could we have a moment alone to clear the air?”

“Is that alright with you, Y/N?” she asked you, placing a hand on your arm.

Somehow, you were able to stand up straight and take a deep breath at this change of events. Oddly enough, making sure Natasha was out of danger’s way made you feel a touch more calm. He didn’t want her. He only wanted you. If there was a way to keep her safe, you had to take it. You finally met her eyes and nodded.

“Okay. I’ll be outside if you need anything,” she responded and headed for the door.

Just before she could close it behind her, a thought came to your mind and you finally found your voice.

“Oh, Natasha…could you check my cell phone? I might have missed an important phone call. It’s on my desk.”

Her brow furrowed at the strange request, but you gave a nod of confirmation.

“Please.”

“Alright,” she replied as the door closed with a click.

A dry chuckle was heard from behind you. “You’re gonna pay for that, whatever you’re planning.”

Clearing your throat, you turned to face him. “You got what you wanted. Here I am.”

“Yes, here you are. They had you hidden away after our night together, but I knew how to draw you out,” the man drawled with a menacing grin as he walked toward the door.

Despite the fact that you were moving further from the exit, you felt the urge to put as much distance as possible between you. Keeping him in your sights, you managed to get behind the desk. You felt better with an obstacle in the way. He reached out to secure the lock and then turned toward you.

“H-how did you get past security?” you asked, trying to keep him talking.

He shrugged, pulling out his knife casually, as if he were checking his watch. “I got friends in low places. Never hurts to befriend the help,” he smirked while fingering the blade lovingly.

“The help…you mean the cleaning staff?” you questioned, putting the pieces together. If he was able to get in a back door without being seen, that explained everything. Especially getting in with a knife, bypassing the metal detectors at the front entrance. “So you would have access to our offices…did you misplace that file?”

Rumlow slowed his hand on the blade just long enough to grin at you.

“I’ve had a few days to check up on you, Ms. Y/N (Y/L/N).” You shuddered to hear your name tumble from his mouth. “God bless the internet. You’re quite the altruist…doing good deeds and helping people. That’s what you want to do, right? To help people?” he asked you, gesturing in your direction with the tip of the knife, causing you to flinch.

“Y-yes.”

“Good. Cause you’re gonna help me out. You’re gonna walk out of here with me. Willingly. Or I kill everyone in this whole damn place.”

Part 17>>>

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Oh snap! Pretty intense. Things are about to get even crazier! Please let me know your thoughts and theories! I love to hear from you!!! I hope I’ve been able to pick up where I left off pretty well. Part 17 will be posted Friday, May 19th. :) 

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Happy Birthday, Bucky!

Summary: AU! Bucky comes home from work to a celebration in his honor.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader, plus some dad!Bucky feels

Word Count: 982

Warnings: fluff and cuteness overload

A/N: This is a one-shot (my first one on this blog!) in honor of Bucky’s 100th birthday (and in honor of me reaching 2k+ followers). I was in mighty need of some Time After Time Bucky, so that’s the family I used. I wrote this in like fifteen minutes to try to make up for my previous story’s angst.

HBD Old Man!

“Okay, Zoey, Daddy will be home soon, so we’re going to sing just like we practiced, okay?”

“Yeah!”

You smiled at your daughter, brushing some of her hair back from her face affectionately. It still amazed you, this whole having a family with Bucky thing, even though you’d been together for a long time now and in love even longer.  

Today was Bucky’s birthday, and while he always insisted that you act like it was just another day, you never let it pass without doing something special.

Earlier, you strapped little Samuel into his car seat and drove to pick Zoey up early from kindergarten just for this occasion. Sam was currently down for his nap, but you and Zoey were sitting at the dining table waiting for Bucky to arrive home from the gallery.

Zoey insisted that only one room have decorations, so that when Bucky finally showed, he would have walked through the front door and down the hallway with no signs of any kind of celebration. She informed you that this would make it way more fun. Who were you to deny Bucky and Zoey anything of the sort?

The dining room was where the main action was going to happen. There were the usual streamers, balloons, and a giant happy birthday sign, but you wanted it to have a more personal touch, too. Since Bucky was an artist, you and Zoey decided to try your hand at making some artwork for him for a change. Zoey stuck to finger paints and crayons to make her rainbows and kitties, while you opted for markers and stick figures of the four of you.

Neither of you could resist the temptation of sparkly glitter glue, though.

You also bought a cake from Bucky’s favorite bakery downtown, which Zoey had helped pick out. It was chocolate cake with white icing, and, much to your amusement, candied characters from Frozen all around the words Happy Birthday, Daddy.

When the front door opened and closed and heavy footsteps sounded in the hall, Zoey leapt out of her chair and started jumping in excitement.  You moved to stand behind her, putting your hands on her shoulders so she didn’t get too crazy. The anticipation was apparently killing her.

The moment Bucky peeked his head around the door frame, you grinned at his expression. His beautiful blue eyes were wide, taking everything in, before they settled on your face. The smile he gave you made you want to melt, and like Olaf once said, some people are worth melting for.

Bucky’s huge smile and attention shifted to his daughter when she began to sing ‘Happy Birthday’ in the smallest, most adorable voice you’d ever heard in your life. You joined in just for moral support, and when the song was over, he reached down and lifted Zoey up in his arms for a big hug and a bunch of kisses.

“Stop it, Daddy,” she shrieked, covering her face and giggling.

“Never!” Bucky gave her another big smooch on the cheek before setting her back down. He turned to you and cupped your cheek with his right hand, leaning over to offer you a kiss of your own.

“Daddy, come look, I made these for you!” Zoey tugged on his hand to get his attention. Bucky complied, pulling away from you with a lingering look that held some pretty great promises for later.

You smiled as you watched Zoey drag Bucky from picture to picture, bragging about her artistry. When she would come across one of yours, she’d simply say (in the most disinterested voice she could muster), ‘Mama made that one,’ and move on to her next masterpiece.

“Well Zoey, this is definitely the best art show I’ve ever been to,” Bucky said warmly, his eyes alight. “What can I give you in exchange for your artwork?”

“I made them for you, Daddy,” she informed him very seriously. “’Cause it’s your birthday.”

“Oh, well then, I guess I can offer another-“ he picked her up, his nose scrunching as he cuddled her “-GIANT HUG!”

Zoey’s peals of laughter filled the room again. You could listen to your daughter laugh all day, that’s how cute she was, but the noise would wake the baby if she kept it up, so you cleared your throat. “How about we try some of your birthday cake?”

That got both of their attentions. Bucky wandered over and set Zoey down in her chair before taking a seat at the head of the table.

You bit your lip to stop from laughing, as your husband’s eyes roamed over the characters that had tortured you both for the last two years with their incessant singing and cheerfulness.

Bucky managed a smile anyway, clenching his fists in pretend excitement. “Frozen, yesss! How did you know that was exactly what I wanted?”

“It’s so pretty,” Zoey agreed readily, eyeing the candied Elsa and her sparkly blue dress.

You lit the birthday candles, and after he got his yearly dad joke about setting off the fire alarm out of the way, Bucky enlisted Zoey’s help to blow them all out.

Once the tiny flames were extinguished, Zoey leaned back with a satisfied look. “What did you wish for, Daddy?”

Bucky gave her a warm smile. “I didn’t have a wish, sweetie. I have everything I want.”

A frown formed on her cute little face. “You have to wish, you have to.”

“It’s my birthday, I don’t have to if I don’t want to.”

“Make a wish,” Zoey insisted again. The two of them could banter with the best of them. She was definitely a mini version of her father.

Bucky leaned over until he was almost nose-to-nose with her. A gleam appeared in his eye. “Hey, Zoey?”

She was trying her best to stop another giggle fit, but failing so wonderfully. “What, Daddy?”

“Let it go.”

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