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The Past, The Present... The future- Part 10

Summary: In SHIELD you are known for your charisma and your irrational optimism. Specially taking in count the irreversible curse HYDRA condemned you with. Because of that, Director Fury has determinate that you are the best person to take care of Bucky’s mental state.

Chapter 10: Recovery

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Y/N: Your name

Warnings: None! (Surprisingly)

A/N: Guess what? I’m not actually dead! But I’m guessing I will soon be for taking so long on uploading this. Believe me, I’m sorry! I didn’t have wifi! But yeah, you have the right to kill me. But enjoy this first!

Previously: Part 1, Part 9

Previously:

“Amonaliac” she whispers, her breath short from pain. “Hy-dra developed it when I-I was s-still with them. It is.. It.. It is a s-substance t-that stops m-my healing powers.” she grimaces after the effort of putting three sentences together, and closes her eyes as I lay a hand on her forehead.

“The knifes and bullets where soaked in it.” I explain as Tony and Bruce keep working. Stark is currently working on the cuts, cleaning them and bandaging them appropriately, but Banner isn’t working as swiftly as him. The doctor looks at the bullet wounds as if they where a big threat.

“I don’t have time to sedate you.” he finally announces with an apologetical tone, putting on medical gloves.

Y/N mumbles something like ‘Just go ahead, doctor’. He instructs me to hold her hand while he starts treating the wound. Everything’s going fine until Bruce has to take out the bullet. As soon as he starts, Y/N’s grip on my hand tightens as her back arches off the table. I kneel next to her, not letting go of her hand. “C’mon doll. You can do this” I whisper at her ear and she lets out a nearly imperceptible grunt.

Her eyes open suddenly, showing pain, but she looks at me and manages to smile. “I trust you” she babbles out, her breath heavy, and the grip on my hand even tighter.

As the scientist work, I can’t help but notice Tony’s deep-in-thought gaze falling over us.

Steve’s POV:

It’s been nearly three weeks since Bucky found Y/N nearly lifeless in the middle of the forest, but the atmosphere in the compound is still heavy. As I make my way to the common room for a meeting, I think about how much the girl has managed to impact our lives in the little time she has spent here.

When I enter, Tony greets me with a nod, his eyes empty and tired, and his eleventh cup of coffee in hand. I know he felt like a father figure to Y/N, but I don’t know how to explain to him that his self destructive tendencies won’t help her. I hope Rhodey, sitting next to him, is doing a better job then me.

Wanda doesn’t look any better. She had deep bags under her eyes and, as she moves her hand absently, red patterns spiral out of it and vanish, leaving an invisible feeling of sadness in the air.

Natasha is laying next to Clint on the sofa. Clint looks sick worried, guilt filling his eyes, and clutched, white-knuckled fists. He is supposed to be with her family this week, but has decided to stay in to know how everything is going. He really looks terrible.

But Natasha… Nat’s face renders no emotion. She doesn’t look worried, or guilty, or frustrated, like everybody else. She just… Doesn’t feel. Not anymore, at least. I suppose it’s a coping mechanism. One everyone in here wish they had.

Sam, standing behind me, frowns at the room “Man, we are a disaster” he mumbles to no one in particular as he goes to sit next to a less-cheerful-than-usual Thor, and a silent Vision. I follow his lead.

“Any news?” I ask Tony. He sights and leaves the cup on the table.

“Not that I know. Bruce says she’s feeling better, but her body hasn’t had to deal with wounds for itself in a very long time, and the effort is draining her.” Tony squeezes his eyes shut and pulls his head back, the way he always does when he feels frustrated.

“Leastways, Lady Y/N is better. We owe to focus on the good news.” Thor tries to lift our spirits. But his voice has lost the imperious tone it used to have, he doesn’t speak like a shakespearean actor anymore, but rather like a normal person. An that just adds on to my feeling of desperation.

Just then Bucky irrupts on the room. Since Y/N’s accident, he’s turned into a living shadow. He seems to be surrounded by a black swirl of depression, and he’s never been more silent or less “there”. He doesn’t speak, but he doesn’t have to either. His eyes, that scream misery like lost souls begging for an escape, say more than he could ever express with words.

I reach over to confort him, but he eludes my look and drops himself on one of the back seats, away from everyone.

Time seems to go by painfully slow. “Does anyone know what this meeting is about?” Sam asks softly.

“No, but I think it was requested by Fury” answers Wanda, her sadness accentuating her eastern-european accent.

“A mission” Tony mumbles angrily, making clear that he couldn’t care less.

“You’re going, right?” Rhodey questions him. Tony shoots him a look that seems to say ‘Of course not.’ “Tony, you’ve been laying around like a soulless body for the past three weeks! You haven’t worn the suit even once! Guys, I know this is sad, but we have to get ahead of ourse-”

Rhodey is interrupted by Dr Banner, that enters the room in his white doctor coat. Immediately, we are all standing and surrounding him, asking more questions than what he can answer.

“Guys, guys, calm down!” he tries to regain control of the room with a serious expression, but on his lips I can distinguish a little smile of excitement. Good news. “Ok, I know you’re all feeling down, and worried, and all that. So I have a surprise for you!”

“How’s Y/N?” Tony ignores his little speech. His tone is hard, oblivious to his excited smile.

Bruce just sights and asks us to sit down. Then he turns towards the door. “You can come in.”

With shy and careful steps, someone enters the room, making it go silent in a second. A few moments pass by and no-one moves. And then, just as suddenly as the silence started, it is broken by Clint.

“Y/N!” the archer screams, hugging the weak figure of our beloved teammate. Everyone follows his lead and soon we are all surrounding Y/N in a group hug.

“Guys… Oxygen.” she laughs as we pull away. Her eyes examine all of us slowly, a heartwarming smile on her lips. “I’ve missed you all. How were this three weeks without me? Bet they were terrible.” she winks playfully.

“They were amazing! Finally some rest.” Tony brings the coffee cup to his lips, pretending to be indifferent to her arrival.

In response, Y/N punches his arm laughing “A cup of coffee at six pm? I think you missed me, Tony.”

He raises his arms, defeated, and we all laugh. The first laugh in three weeks. As if we needed any more prof of how important she is to us. She smiles at our happy faces, but her expression suddenly freezes with pain.

Bucky’s POV:

I don’t notice doctor Banner has entered the common room until everyone starts asking him questions. Gosh, they seem anxious to know how Y/N is. I shoot him a look, wondering if I should go hear what he has to say, but I don’t. I don’t think I can bear any more bad news, specially when everything that has happened is my fault. I ball my fists at the thought of it, remembering how selfish and stupid I was that night, leaving Y/N alone.

“… and worried, and all that. So I have a surprise for you!” I can sense Banner’s excitement, but can’t help but to roll my eyes. Really, Bruce? A surprise? What they want is to have Y/N back.

“How’s Y/N?” Tony doesn’t seem happy about it either, and for once, I agree with him.

“Sit down guys” Bruce sights and turns to the door. “You can come in”

I tense up, unable to believe it. Could the surprise possibly be…? No, no I can’t build up stupid expectations. I look angrily at the ground, lecturing myself about reality.

But then silence falls, and my curiosity gives in. I look up to see the pale and weak figure of Y/N standing on the doorframe, and all of a sudden I have no oxygen. Everyone stands up to hug her, but I don’t move. I can’t move. I can’t stand the thought of her being angry with me or being sacred of me again after what she remembered. Tears fill my eyes as I look away.

“Guys… Oxygen” her voice is warm and happy, but still weak. Guilt is eating me alive, but I can’t exit the room without being noticed.

As in a dream, Y/N jokes with Tony and the rest of the team, and their laughs fill the room again, after all this time. It seems incredible, all of it a soundless blur. What is happening to me? It doesn’t matter, I deserve it.

I feel a burning stare piercing through me. I suddenly realize the room is completely quiet, all the laughs have died down, and lift my head.

Y/N is looking at me, sadness filling her eyes and expression “Bucky…”

I can’t stand it. This is all my fault, and she probably hates me. Or pities me. Either one, I don’t want it. I stand up angrily and storm out of the room, but before I reach the door, a steady hand grabs my arm.

I turn around to find Steve face to face with me and Y/N supporting herself on Natasha and Wanda’s shoulder. “What are you doing?” I shove him away as I scream, anger filling me “What do you want? I have no place in this room, except to annoy everyone. Let me be and I will disappear, as you all want!”

I exit the room in a cloud of frustration and anger, not towards Steve, but towards myself. I hear talking, but pay no attention to it until a very particular voice makes me stop dead on my tracks.

“Bucky. Please, don’t run away. I can’t really run behind you right now.” Y/N leans against a wall, breathing heavily. “Oh, man, my ribs. Why do you avoid me?”

“You hate me.” I mumble, not really knowing what to say.

“I’m pretty sure I don’t.” she laughs. “It wasn’t your fault. You couldn’t have possibly know there were HYDRA agents in the forest. And I should have known better than to run through it at night.”

No, she can’t blame herself. This is in no way her fault. It just isn’t. “It’s not your fault, Y/N. It can’t possibly be. I was stupid and selfish…”

“And I was reckless and childish.” she similes sadly. I notice she has moved towards me, and now we are face to face. “The feeling you have that it can’t possibly be my fault… I have the same towards you, Barnes.” she whispers. “I don’t know how you can think it was your fault.”

“But you got hurt” I whisper back, my hand unconsciously stroking the bandage on her forehead.

“Yes, and I would have died if it wasn’t for you” she covers my hand with her hand.

“Yes but…” her eyes are mesmerizing, and it feels like they are piercing through me. I have to look away, and my gaze slowly find itself over her lips. She is not smiling anymore, but her lips look soft and sweet, slightly parted. Her breath falls into mines as I unconsciously lean in. Her eyes show insecurity and desire at the same time, and she draws in a sharp breath, her face feeling hot under my fingers. My hand drifts to her cheek and it seems to give her the confidence to slowly lean in as well…

“As much as I love that you two have reconciled, I would beg you, Sergeant, that you would allow Y/N to have a clear mind for today’s meeting.” The voice startles us, and we quickly step away from each other, blushing. In the other side of the corridor, stands none other than director Nick Fury, an undecipherable expression on his face. He greets us with a nod and then walks past us to the common room, gesturing us to go inside “It you will, today’s meeting is important.”

Part 11 - Coming soon!

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asseret-sarim · 8 years ago

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You’re beautiful - (Bucky x Reader One Shot)

This awesome idea was requested by @melconnor2007 !

Summary: Dating one of the hottest men on earth is incredible, specially since Sebastian is so loving and caring. Unfortunately, your self-steem problems go way back, and you just can’t imagine why exactly is he dating you... And neither can a gossip magazine, apparently.

Y/N: your name

Warnings: self esteem issues

A/N: I loved this idea, and I really hope you like it!! It’s a very interesting perspective to write. If you’re reading this, tell me the objet that is closer to your right hand and is not your phone/computer (I’m just curious about how many people actually read this). Hope you enjoy!

Y/N’s POV:

My makeup is spread all over the sink in a colorful mess of labels promising clear skin, a wonderful glow and a beautiful face. I look at myself in the mirror, wondering if I will ever be like the women smiling at me from the plastic tubes and boxes.

I examine my face closely: my acne had a party all over my face last night, what explains the bags under my eyes of a deep shade of purple. I look down at my puffy silhouette, covered on stretch marks and little scars. I’m a collection of everything society deems ugly nowadays.

I feel a presence behind me and look up to see Sebastian’s reflection on the mirror kissing my cheek. “Good morning babe” he smiles as he starts moving a few of my makeup products aside to make space for himself on the sink.

“Good morning” I try to smile, but it comes out like a grimace.

Seb looks at me disapprovingly. “What are you thinking?” he asks, gazing over the magazine I’m clasping. “‘How to be hot in ten steps.’” he reads out loud “Y/N, we’ve talked about this.” He arches an eyebrow until I look at my feet. Then I hear the sound of plastic being pushed aside and a set of strong hands wrap around my waist and hoist me up, setting me on the sink.

Seb positions himself between my legs and smiles at me. “You’re absolutely perfect, Y/N. You need to stop beating yourself up like that” he touches a finger to the tip of my nose, making me laugh. I lean in for a kiss but he puts a finger over my lips. “I’m serious. Promise me.”

“I promise you.” I whisper against his finger, and then I feel his lips twist into a smile as they collide against mine in a warm, loving kiss.

When he pulls away and untangles my legs from his waist, he’s still smiling. “Thank you.” he whispers back, and offers me his hand to jump off the sink. “I have to go to the gym now, babe. I’ll be back very soon and then we have…”

“The interview for that gossip magazine. I know.” I hug him tightly, and smile against his chest when I hear him gasp for air. “I love you”

“I love you too, She-Hulk.” he laughs, massaging his ribs. “See you later!”

After a while, I storm out of the bathroom in a cloud of compact powders and frustration. After about three thousand YouTube tutorials and beauty hacks, I’ve arrived to the conclusion that my face cannot be fixed.

I head over to the kitchen to get some breakfast, but it only takes me five minutes to burn the eggs. “You can’t even fry an egg you completely useless idiot…” I muter to myself as I take a bottled smoothie out of the fridge.

I hear a ding from my phone and head to the living room, expecting it to be a message from Seb. As I turn it on, I see that the notification is from a new article of a gossip magazine I’m subscribed to. I click on it and look outside while it charges, but when I read the title and see the first photos, my breath abandons me.

“Sebastian Stan, as hot as always, has finally decided to relate with people of his category”

The article is accompanied of photos of my boyfriend working out at the gym, surrounded by a group of gorgeous women. I find myself reading it with tears steaming down my cheeks.

“Sebastian Stan, our favorite celebrity and official Hottest Man on Earth (at least according to us), has finally decided to ditch his girlfriend in favor of a group of beautiful woman that definitely suit him better!

Seb was photographed this morning in the gym, surrounded by a few very famous models. Of course, the internet has gone wild, ready to ship the next Perfect Celebrity Couple. Is the actor finally going to go out with someone who is at his level? We hope so!

Even though his breakup with Y/N, his current (ex)girlfriend, hasn't been confirmed yet, everyone is waiting for it. It was about time for him to end the relationship, a relationship we’ve never been in favor of. You can only see Y/N’s face a certain amount of times without wondering why doesn’t she get a plastic surgery.

While we await for the next Perfect Celebrity Couple, we would love to know your opinions on the subject. Who will Sebastian choose as his next girlfriend?”

When I arrive to the end of the article, I barely have energy to turn off the phone and lie on the sofa. I’m conscious Seb has never actually flirted with any of the models (It’s pretty obvious in the pictures that they were all oblivious to each other) and he would never dump me. But that’s the problem. He would never ditch me, much less like this, but he is gorgeous, and nice, and famous; and I’m… Well, Y/N. In any case, not good enough for him.

I have to leave him.

I search for my energy and manage to get up and go to my room. Once in there, everything’s easier: all I have to do is put my stuff inside the suitcase and ignore the sharp stabs of pain in my chest. Warm tears are steaming down my face, my breath is short and sharp. I won’t look back. I can’t look back. I have to do this for him.

When the suitcase is full, I try to close it, but I’m clearly not strong enough. All of a sudden, I feel two strong arms wrapping around me from my back and then closing the suitcase for me.

“Where are you off to, babe?” a scruffy voice I recognize all too well whispers at my ear.

I breathe in. I wasn’t planing on having to deal with this face to face. I turn around slowly, only to find myself inches away from Seb’s face, his piercing blue eyes formulating the question for him.

“I’m leaving, Sebastian. Don’t call me babe, we’re not a thing anymore” I tell him, avoiding his eyes. He looks confused for a second, so I take advantage on it and slide out of his arms. I try to pull my suitcase from under his hands, but he reacts and holds it down strongly.

“What have I done?” he asks, softly and with an utterly confused look on his face.

“It’s not abut you, it’s about me”

He is quiet for a few seconds before asking “Are you cheating on me?”

“What? No! I would never do that!”

“Then why is this about you?”

I look at him in the eye. I should have lied about cheating. Now I can’t think of a good excuse.

“Y/N?”

“Because… Because I hate you!” I scream, my brain grasping the first excuse it finds. “I hate you for… being so perfect. For being the ‘Hottest Man on Earth’, the man everyone wants to date. The oscar-winer actor. The man that couldn’t be any nicer or sweeter. The perfect boyfriend. I hate you for that, for being the perfect boyfriend, and I curse the day I fell for you, the day I decided to be your girlfriend!” I sob and sit on the bed, hiding my face in my hands.

I expect to feel his arms wrap around me, but they never do. After a few minutes of silence, Sebastian calls me again.

“Y/N…”

I look up to see him on the other side of the room, holding my phone. He must have read the article. Good, that way he’ll realize he needs someone better than me. He mumbles angrily under his breath.

“Y/N, please don't read this articles. They are written by a jealous hand, and all they contains is poison. Fake poison.” he crosses the room and sits next to me. “They aren’t true, they just want to hurt you.” he presses his finger to the tip of my nose and I hit his hand away. “There’s only one reason I’m dating you, Y/N.”

This gets my attention. I sit up and look at him. “Why?”

“Because you’re the only person I’m madly in love with. You’re beautiful, even more than those models” he pulls a stray hair being my ear. “And I’m not saying this to make you feel better. To my eyes, you’re way prettier than them, way more real.”

“I’m ugly, Sebastian.”

He laughs. “No you’re not, honey. They’re the ugly ones, the fake ones. You’re Y/N, the only woman I’ll ever consider impeccably beautiful. I promise i’m speaking the truth.”

I want to believe him, but I don’t know if I should. I look at the suitcase laying on the bed. Sebastian seems to read my thoughts, because he gently turns my head to him, two fingers under my chin, and looks at me in the eye, those two blue beauties searching through my soul.

“You’re really leaving me because you think I deserve something better?” he whispers, inches away from my face. My breath gets caught in my lungs. “Let me make that decision, Y/N.”

I can’t think clearly due to his proximity. “And what have you decided?”

“I’m exactly where I want to be” he whispers back, seconds before his lips crash into mine.

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asseret-sarim · 8 years ago

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When I meet you in the summer - Part 3

Summary: Working as a bartender in a five star hotel while a rich and famous family is staying over for a month, and one of their sons, Bucky, happens to have an eye for you, is a dream right? Right? Wrong!

Chapter 3: Get it together!

Fandom: Marvel

Y/N: your name

Warnings: language.

Part 1 - Part 2

A/N: Here it is, the third part of the series. And I’m introducing someone who will be definitely one of my favorite characters (I hope yours as well!). The only and irreplaceable... Just kidding, you’ll have to keep reading to find out.

Previously:

“Wow… Thank you…” his kindness shakes me and, tentatively, I lie my head softly on his shoulder. When he doesn’t pull away, I let my body weight onto him and he shifts his balance so that I’m more confortable, making sure he touches me the least possible.

“No problem. He needs to grow for a damn time.”

“Wait, are you on his side or not?”

He laughs and leans a little over my head. “Well, he doesn’t know how to make gin tonics as well as you do, does he?” I laugh softly at his comment. “He’s still my brother, Y/N. Sometimes I can’t help but wonder what happened to that eleven year old that claimed he wanted to be a gentleman when he grew up. And the only conclusion I arrived to is that our world destroyed him. I like to think he’s still in there, somewhere, but I lose hope every day. He’s turning into a monster before my own eyes, and I’m unable to help him. My own brother.” he breathes in deeply. “I’m sorry for… Everything.”

I shake my head, but when I’m about to answer, Maria Hill, the ‘Big Boss’ as everyone calls her, appears on the doorframe.

“Y/N, we need to have a conversation.”

Y/N’s POV:

When the Big Boss wants to talk to you, you know you’ve messed up.

I walk with Maria to her office in a tense silence. She sits behind her gigantic glass desk and looks at me seriously for a few seconds, making me even more nervous. Just when I’m about to scream, she sighs and starts talking:

“Look, Y/N. You’re not a troublemaker. In fact, you’re an exemplar worker. But Mr Barnes has put up a complain about your attitude.”

That fucking son of a bitch. I’m gonna kill him.

Before I can defend myself, Maria raises her hand. “Now, I don’t know what happened, but a complain like that would put you job hunting immediately. However, Mr Barnes has a reputation of playboy and troublemaker in this hotel, so I’m giving you the benefit of the doubt.” Maria smiles briefly, but then her face darkens. “Despite that, I can’t let the complain go unnoticed. Look: a few days ago, Sarah quit her job as the night bartender. She claimed the work was too stressful, with all the parties and discos we do at night, and we couldn’t afford to pay her more. So I’ll make you an offer: you can either choose to be fired altogether or take over Sarah’s job, but without pay.” She lets me think about it for a while. “What do you say?”

I have to make a conscious effort not to cry “Do I even have a choice?”

Maria doesn’t answer.

I leave her office and head immediately to the staff’s bathroom. When I close the door behind me, tears are already steaming down my face.

From now on, my workday will last from ten o’clock in the morning to two in the morning, with an hour rest for lunch and an hour and a half from seven to half past eight. I won’t be able to go home during weekdays, probably not ever during weekends. A shiver runs down my spine when I realize I won’t be able to be there at night, to protect my sister from my father.

I’ll have to be near Barnes the whole day, because he doesn’t look like the kind of person who misses a party. Add to that the ten wasted men that will try to sleep with me each night. And then add to that minimal sleep. Great.

The future looks bright, man. A deep laugh comes out of my chest, stained with fear and desperation. I raise my hand, wanting to punch the mirror out of frustration, but a hand stops my wrist midair.

“Whoa. Be careful girl. What’s the matter?” I look up to see Peggy Carter holding my wrist tightly and looking at me with concern.

“I-I…” I start to cry and she rests my head on her shoulder as I start to vomit words and fears. When I’m done, she looks at me in the eyes and takes out a bag of makeup from her locker.

“Let’s fix you up girl. Look: now you’re going to go out there and rock that cocktail maker. I’ll bring you something to eat in a while and make sure Bucky doesn’t go anywhere near the pool today. Later, I will talk to a few contacts, make sure you always have backup. Don’t worry, you’ll make it out of this. Trust me.” She moves around me, fixing my hair and makeup. When she’s satisfied with the result, my best friend and accountant of the hotel gives me a perk in the cheek and walks out of the bathroom.

Peggy is right. No matter what happens, I have to keep fighting.

I’ve been making cocktails for two hours and Peggy has kept her promise: Barnes hasn’t showed up and about half an hour ago, one of the waitresses, Natasha Romanoff, brought me a sandwich.

She tried to talk about Bucky, mainly just trying to get information out of me, and I tried my best to avoid the subject. Luckily, she was soon called back to the kitchens and left me alone.

Steve isn’t at the pool either, but that doesn’t mean I have less work. In fact, now that the pool is open again, I barely have time to do all the drinks people ask for. I feel like a hurricane as I leave three fruit cocktails on the bar and get an order for a mojito.

The afternoon flies away, and when Scott finally allows me to close the bar, my hands and feet hurt like crazy. At least I haven’t had a chance to think or go over what happened. Now, however, everything I have to do before my next shift overwhelms me as I lean against a wall in the hall.

“Y/N!” I look up to see Peggy walking towards me. “Come, we have to talk a few things.”

She guides me through corridors until we reach a room in the staff floor. She opens it with a card and motions me in. It’s a big and very simple room with a bed and a sofa, a desk, a TV, a mini fridge and a bathroom. I’m still confused and I turn to my friend, looking for answers.

Peggy is smiling excitedly, like a kid. “What do you think?”

“It’s… nice? What’s all this about, Peg?”

“It’s your new room!” she nearly screams, jumping on the balls of her feet.

I feel like a bucket of ice cold water has been dumped over me. “Oh… But Peggy, I can’t pay this.” This rooms are specially designed for the members of staff that can’t go back home after their shift. But they still cost a good amount of money.

“I know. That’s why it’s actually my room!” she throws herself on the bed.

“I’m confused.”

She smiles “I had been thinking for a while about living in the hotel for the rest of the year. It’s way easier, as I don’t have family waiting for me at home. So I decided to book a room for us! You don’t have to pay anything. The only condition is that you sleep in the sofa. It turns into a bed”

I open my mouth to protest, but Peggy is… Peggy. She doesn’t allow me to talk, just pushes me out and orders me to get my bags and come back. When I do so, she helps me place my few clothes in my side of the wardrobe.

“Done! Now you’re just missing…” she takes a card out of her purse and hands it to me “Your key. I’m so excited! I’m gonna have a roomie!”

“Peg, you’re not going to pay this room alone.”

“Of course I’m not. But you’re in a difficult situation right now, so don’t worry. We’ll split the price when things are back to normal. Right now, focus on getting everything together.” she hands me my phone “Message your sister, get some friend of yours to look after her, and while you’re at it, get them to send you some of your stuff. After that, you’ll have time to take refreshing nap for an hour and then half an hour to have supper and get ready for your next shift.”

“You have a slight obsession with control, my friend.” I smile, taking my phone.

“That’s why you love me.” she laughs, winking at me and taking her heels off. “Now if you excuse me, you’re not the only one on break.”

She falls asleep quite fast, so I text and make my phone calls as quietly as possible. Once I have everything more or less together, I turn my phone off and lie on the sofa-bed. I love Peggy’s ability to make everything seem simple and exciting. She’s able to make you feel calmed and organized even when when the world is falling to pieces.

I’m out as soon as my head hits the pillow.

Part 4: Coming Soon!

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asseret-sarim · 8 years ago

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On Hiatus! (Kind of, read this:)

Hi family!

As you have probably noticed from the title, I’m going to be taking (kind of) a hiatus.

This next month I won’t be around Tumblr, and I will not be able to answer your comments, requests or petitions to be tagged.

But don’t despair! Keep reading:

I’m going to leave a few fics waiting for you on the queue, so that you don’t miss me as much! (I hope I programed that thing properly, it’s my first time using it and it’s difficult!)

Well, if I programed the queue properly, and if the zombie apocalypse doesn’t happen during the next month, this are the fics that will be published:

When I met you in the summer - Part 3 - June 30

“You’re beautiful” a Bucky x Reader one shot. - July 7

THEY WILL BE ALL UPLOADED AT 6.00PM PST!

I hope you enjoy them all, and as soon as I come back I will answer all your comments, read all your requests and welcome all the new people to our family.

Have an amazing month! See you soon!

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hello there, may i request one where bucky's fiancee gets close to one of tony's clients and bucky gets jealous and insecure [fluff pls c;]

I love the idea! This sounds great!!! It’s just the mix of angst and fluff I was looking for! (Don’t worry, I’ll try to make it mostly fluff) (But I don't promise anything).

This can be so good!!!

I currently have a few fics I have to write, but sometime in the next weeks, I will publish yours. Thank you for the idea!

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asseret-sarim · 8 years ago

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@caffeinated-superwholockian Why am I weeping 😭😭

Muahahahahaha

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asseret-sarim · 8 years ago

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@becs-bunker This hurt so bad!! I think it’d take a lot for me to forgive Buck, even if his intentions were sincere😔 I was hooked on every second of this. You wrote this amazingly!

You’re really making me blush! I’m proud you liked it!

Yeah, I think it would take me a lot of time to forgive him as well (or not to kill him, while we’re on the matter). But well, fantasy is always fantasy.

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asseret-sarim · 8 years ago

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@beccaanne814-blog This was intense! I was ready to kill him, and even after his explanation, I’m still not sure I could forgive him! I understand his reasons, but it would still be hard to accept his infidelity! 🙁💞💞💞💞💞

It’s always hard! This was meant to be much longer, but (as usual) I ran out of time...

I didn’t get a visit from the White Rabbit, though.

Well, I’m super happy you liked it, Becca! Thank you so much!

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asseret-sarim · 8 years ago

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@mitra-k-w That was really great...that poor girl...what a horrible discovery...I wonder if I could be as forgiving...glad for that ending though...good she could read the truth on him...thank you for sharing...😊

How could I not? Thanks for the praise. I’m happy you liked it!

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A Throne of Lies - (Bucky x Reader one shot)

For @bionic-buckyb‘s 5k writing challenge. Congratulations on 5k!!! You rock!!!!

Summary: I could still see him. I could feel his betray digging deep into my heart, clawing it open. But still, I couldn’t help but wonder... why?

Fandom: Marvel (AU)

Y/N: your name

Warnings: angst, mentions of mafia, language.

A/N: I know, I know. I’ve been MIA for weeks. I’m really sorry, please don’t kill me!!! I’ve been incredibly busy. Hope this makes up for it!

#26: “You can’t keep hurting me, and think everything is going to be okay. I’m done”

Pairing: Bucky x Reader.

Y/N’s POV:

As the only daughter of one of the biggest mafia heads of our time, I never expected to marry someone I had chosen and I loved. I knew that since I was eleven, I knew the fairy tale marriage was something I would never get to experience.

And I never cared.

But now, as I run through the garden with hot tears burning my eyes, I realize I was wrong. I want someone to love me, to hold me and make me feel safe. I wanted to know I was going to spend the rest of my life protected and appreciated. But, above all, I wanted someone to respect me.

The sun fell from the sky a long time ago, and it now shows little diamonds glinting softly around the full moon. Heavy clouds travel lazily, creating occasional ponds of moonlight that soak the numerous bushes of white roses that claw my arms.

My legs are screaming for me to stop running, but that pain seems the only thing that can blur the image that is imprinted in my brain with fire.

Suddenly, my knees give in and I fall hard to the ground in between the white roses, some of which have turned red with my blood. I hold my weight with my shaky arm, tears soaking up the ground. Inside my mind, I can see him. He looked so similar to the day we’d met…

I had been told I was getting married to that man, liked it or not. So my first feelings towards him were immediately of hostility… But as soon as I exchanged a few words with him, everything changed.

He was tall and muscular, dressed in a navy suit that fit him perfectly. His short brown hair was terribly messy, and I had to press my hands together to stop myself from knotting them in it. Despite that, they kept sending twinkly signals to my body, asking to be hold in his arms. He looked like he couldn’t possibly have been more perfect, but then he raised his eyes and… Fuck.

Fuck. His eyes stole the air from my lungs. They were dressed in the most perfect shade of blue, so perfect that I could feel my pupils going wide and my throat knotting as he checked me out. He then smiled at me, and that had a terrible effect on my knees. I stumbled forward and ended up in between his arms. “So much for first impressions” I thought. But then he laughed softly, and I decided I was right were I wanted to be.

“Are you ok, sweetheart?” he asked in a rough, scruffy tone, the one men have when they have just woken up. Just he had it permanently, and my heart suddenly protested because he was talking, what meant he wasn’t kissing me. That was completely unacceptable.

“Yes, yes I am” I answered softly, doing my best to keep myself together. I could feel my face a hundred degrees hot, but that was something I couldn’t help.

“I’m Bucky Barnes…” he kissed my knuckles “Am I having the pleasure of talking with my future wife?”

“Y-Yes.” I paused, collecting myself. “I’m Y/N.”

Suddenly, he frowned. “I was told you were beautiful”

My heart stopped pumping as I fought back tears. Of course. Of course he wouldn’t want me… He was handsome, he was nice… I couldn’t be so lucky.

“I’ll have to have a talk with that liar. I think beautiful it’s not a good enough word to refer to my fiancé.” Bucky smiled “You are gorgeous, sweetheart.”

I felt alive again, but l manage to get a grip of myself before anything embarrassing happened. A small part of my mind was very mad at me for falling so easily, and it was going to do anything to win my ground back. “Don’t call me sweetheart, Barnes. This is an arranged marriage, remember? I’m not here by my own will. And don’t ever judge me just by my beauty.” I finished, very proud of myself.

“Ouch, that hurt.” he smiled playfully. “I would never judge you just by your beauty, darling. Is that better? Know that I’m well aware of your accomplishments as a fighter, an strategist and a leader. I’ve never thought of you as a pretty face. But about not being here by your own will…” he smiled and stepped closer to me, placing a hand softly under my chin and leaning in. I stopped breathing, involuntarily leaning forward. “I don’t think you’re here against you will either.” he whispered, inches away from my lips. Time stopped as I held my breath, but his lips never found mine. “But that’s why I want to wait, Y/N. Until the wedding. You’re perfect. You’re so ridiculously perfect that I need to know I’ve deserved you.”

His absence felt like an icy wind blowing around me.

The cold night wind carries away the memory. I hear footsteps running in my direction and put all my will in standing up. I know I won’t make it far, and my mind races with me, trying to find a good place to hide. As if it were a signal, a cloud reveals the moon for a few seconds, showing a small house in the middle of the garden. My studio.

I slide carefully around the vegetation, all my years as a spy kicking in. I creep towards the house with maximum precaution, but stop dead on my tracks as footsteps approach.

The footsteps of designer shoes. My father walking me down the asile. Bucky… My Bucky, waiting, a gleaming smile on his face. The wedding was perfect. Too perfect. But the best moment of them all was the end of Barnes’s test.

“You may kiss the bride”

His eyes searched mine for a few seconds, looking for consent. I nodded slightly, and he stroked my cheek. Finally, after the last few weeks of waiting, my husband’s lips crashed to mine as he pressed me against his body protectively. Unfortunately, the kiss was cut short, as we were in the middle of a ceremony. But who cares? There were many others in our room that night.

Everything was perfect. Every second we spend trying to guess how the house his parents were going to give us as a wedding present was going to be. Every minute simply holding hands, because love can be much more than lust. Every hour sparring together, or planning a new strategy to defeat our enemies and to keep our families’ honor high. Every day, being able to wake up to him, to live with him, and to be the last thing he saw at night.

Perfect.

Perfectly dangerous.

I win my conscience back as the footsteps fade away. I enter my studio and climb the stairs. The attic has always been my safe house. I walk towards the window seat and lie there, hardly breathing. My mind can still see them.

My tired steps took me back to Bucky and I’s bedroom, but my hand froze mid-air in between me and the doorknob as I listen carefully. From the inside of the room, I could hear a series of grunts that had a very clear meaning. Unable to believe it, I pushed the door open.

A stunning blond woman, the kind you see front-cover in magazines like Playboy, laid naked under the figure of nothing more and nothing less than… Bucky.

His muscular back was unmistakable, just as much as the messy curls I had ran my hands over so many times. I let out a breathless scream, hoping to wake up. How. How could this be happening?

The model saw me first, and smiled amusedly as Bucky turned around. But I didn’t want to give him the pleasure of seeing me cry. I used my rage to control tears. “How long?”

He looked confused for a few seconds, and then laughed. “Oh, sweetheart. You knew I married you for money, did you?” I saw something cross his face, but it was gone before I could analyze it. After my silence, he arched an eyebrow “You mean nothing to me. But you already knew that, right? Now if you excuse us.” he said, pressing the model against him and turning around. I had no choice. I ran.

My skin is burning as tears trace their way down my cheeks, finally free to scream. The worst part it’s not him cheating on me. It’s not the blond model reminding me of everything I’ll never me. The worst part is that I knew it all along. He spend too many nights out, there were too many unknown faces in our mansion in the morning. He had started to look guilty and would randomly say “I’m really sorry, Y/N” whenever we were together. I knew how an affair looked like, but I had chosen to turn my head around, to look in another direction.

Well, I guess reality always catches up with us eventually.

I don’t know how much time I spend lying motionless, out of tears and screams… Completely drained. But eventually, the footsteps find me. Bright moonlight darkens his silhouette as he approaches me slowly, his hands raised. I don't have enough energy to tell him to fuck off, so I keep my gaze trailed on the sealing.

“Hi, Y/N.” he speaks softly sitting on the seat oposite to me. I don’t answer and he remains silent for a really long time. When he speaks again, his voice is gentle, but has a very hard edge of sadness. “I suppose you don’t want to hear what I have to say. But I feel like I own you an explanation. After this, I promise I will leave you alone.” his voice cracks slightly “You can get a divorce if you want. Or use me as a boxing bag” I still offer no answer. He lets out a sight before talking. “The girl you saw in there… She serves a Russian mafia family, a very wealthy one. She is nearly like the daughter of Dimitri, the mafia head of the country. It’s taken me months to reach her, but I had to. She was part of the plan, just as all the other woman…”

My rage explodes and drenches me in a tidal wave. I sit up and slap his face crossed. A thin line of blood starts dripping down his cheek. “I fucking hate you. You can’t keep hurting me, and think everything is going to be okay. I’m done with you.” I stand up to leave, but he grabs my wrist. My instincts kick in, and before I realize what I’m doing, Bucky lets out a pained grunt while holding his wrist, which I nearly broke. I start towards the door.

“Y/N, I didn’t marry you for money. That makes no sense, since my family is wealthier than yours.”

I stop dead in my tracks as he speaks. I want to leave that jerk behind, but my mind can’t ignore the comment. “Then why did you marry me?” I spit.

“Because I fucking love you, you idiot!” he exclaims. He takes a few deep breaths. “When I first heard of you, it was after you took down an entire building of guards just to rescue your brother. I was curious. What kind of girl does that? So I saved your name in my mind. Stories started to run around. Your fighting skills, your determination and bravery slowly lurked me in. Every time I heard your name, it was because you’d managed to complete a feat even more dangerous than the previous one. Remember how I told you someone had told me you were beautiful when we first met? It was a lie. I had never head a single word about your physical appearance. You were one of the first woman I’d ever heard about that had been able to rise above the usual fate of your gender in our world, who had managed to be remembered as something other than a pretty face. I fell in love with you attitude, your bravery. And when I meet you, I knew I had made the right call.”

I’ve been walking towards him slowly, and now I’m right in front of him, staring hardly into his eyes. “Then why have you slept with all of those women?” I ask, running my thumb against a row of three freckles in my neck, the way I always do when I’m nervous.

“Because the Russians threatened you. The day after we got married they said they had finally found my weak spot, and were anxious to ‘try it off’ themselves.” he leaves me a few seconds to let that sink in. “I couldn’t… I couldn’t allow that. I wanted to kill every single fucking one of them, but I couldn’t. Just imagining what… what they could have done” the looks at my little tic, and his eyes shine with tears. He softly takes my hand between his and replaces my thumb with his thumb. I don’t flinch away. “Just imagining… If they discovered every little thing about you that drives me nuts… And then use it against you. Just the thought of them ever laying a hand on you was sickening. So I decided the best way to protect you was to make them think you actually meant nothing to me. That you aren’t my weak spot.”

I think about it in silence. It makes sense, but that doesn’t make it any less stupid. It was a dangerous game to play, but looking at his eyes, I’m certain he did it for me, and hated every second of it just as much as I did. “I can take you down in a fight. I can take down a bunch of assholes easily.”

“I don’t doubt it.” he smiles “Not anymore.”

“Does that mean you little adventure is over?” I ask, as he pulls me closer to him.

“It was never an adventure. It couldn't be without you.” he brushes a strand of hair off my face. “Does that mean I’m forgiven?”

I kiss him. He wraps his arms around me, and for a moment, I feel perfectly safe.

“It means you’re going to have to work hard if you want me to forgive you” I mumble against his lips.

“Oh, I know how to do that…”

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