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To be or not to be

To think or not to think

To do or not to do

These questions lurk my mind as the sun rises and sets.

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Bullet Holes

Pairing: Bucky x Avenger!reader

Summary: You blame yourself for Bucky's wounds. Bucky won't let you suffer like that.

Warnings: wounds, angst, no use of y/n, blood

Word count: 1.1k

A/N: I love the trope bucky hurting himself and the reader comforts him so here ya go! Requests are open.

“I’m so sorry! this is all my fault” a tear drops from your eye, leaving my face, falling to the ground.

Bucky lays asleep, beaten and bruised in the quinjet.

The strong sounds of the engine drown out your plees to Bucky.

You messed up. You failed to keep guard. You left your post. That's what your conscience kept repeating over and over again. The guilt washes you over. Bucky might die, all because you couldn't obey orders.

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Standing still, your legs never fail you. It's been an hour yet you still kept your guard up. Every footstep, every whisper, every sound you kept alert.

“Clint, someone is coming from the west wing, you better hurry.”

You pressed your earpiece to warn Clint. You throw a piece of metal on the other end of the corridor. It clinks down on the floor echoing all around the empty hallway. The agent notices, light footsteps start sounding away close from the 3rd room to the left, where Clint was.

“Bought you some time. You're welcome”

you hear a faint chuckle from your earpiece.

A few minutes have passed. A loud growl from a distance can be heard. Now, you know you weren't supposed to leave your post. It was a boring but important duty, but you couldn't just ignore the sound. The low uncanny growling, vibrating the metal walls kept on keeping you uneasy. You were getting worried.

You slowly approach where the sound originated from. You can feel your heart pounding. No matter how many missions you have had, every single time you still felt nervousness lingering at the back of your mind. You ignore it, continuing to walk past the corridors that you were guarding.

Reaching the end of the hallway, you slowly turn the knob, twisting it to open. Slowly as to not alert whoever or whatever was inside. Once inside the follow the growling. Nothing seems to be inside. You tilt your head, wondering if the growling was so loud why wasn't there anything here. You reach the last corner, looking behind a huge copier machine and you feel played.

“Sh*t”. You curse yourself.

A huge speaker is placed, playing a loop of realistic gutted noises.

You hear a series of gunshots from the other room, where Bucky was. You immediately sprint to where he was. Adrenaline rushes to your veins. You felt the wind against your face. a wave of worry, fear and anxiety can be felt at this moment. You wonder if he's alright. “He can handle himself, right?”. All these feelings and thoughts you felt all in just a span of a few seconds.

You see bucky on the floor bleeding. Red gushing out of his legs. At least 6 bullet holes on his legs and 3 on his human arm.

“Where are they?” you can hear the worry in your trembling voice.

You try to cover his wounds. He winces, tilting his head upwards.

“Careful there doll. They got hidden guns all over the room.”

He grunts his words out.

“Bucky's down, wounded, I need a safe path to the quinjet. Anyone here me?”

You say to your earpiece. bucky is still bleeding, you try to stop it but there are too many wounds.

“Go through the window, I'll catch you with the quinjet!”

Natasha says through the comms, thank God Tony made her in charge of the quinjet.

“I got you, don't worry” she adds.

Bucky winces while you put your arm under him, helping him get up. Your other arm is supporting him, wrapped behind his back to carry his weight. On The other hand, you carry your weapons. He slowly and carefully puts one foot after the other, you look at him in pity. You blame yourself for ever getting him in this situation. Even if what is done is done, you can't help but feel your heart ache for his wounds.

“The serum is already making me numb. You don't have to worry."He looks at you, as if he can read your mind. He knows you overthink about him all the time.

Bucky sighs.

You carefully place your hands behind him guiding him down the window. Nat catches him, you take a step on the edge of the window and dive.

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The quinjet finally lands back to the compound. They place Bucky laying on his back on the stretcher. He insists his fine, that the serums got him covered, that he's suffered worse. You don't listen.

You hear him say it all the time, that he doesn't need to be taken care of. He is still in his mindset that no one is here to help him. This team loves him, you love him, you know it, everyone knows it, except for him. Maybe he does know it, he just refuses to believe that someone like him is worthy of redemption that you and the team are willing to give him. It will take a while for him to adjust, but you just wish he knows how much you care for him, how much you yearn to always have him by your side.

You sit by Bucky's bedside in the med bay. His eyes travel from your right eye to your left, searching for any signs you were awake. You weren't. He sees how your chest rises and falls in rhythm, the way your eyes flutter when you hear a sound. He sees how peaceful you are when you sleep. He doesn't want to wake you up and risk disturbing you.

“Doll, I know you are sleeping, but I just wanted to say: I love you, I know you blame yourself, I see it in your eyes, the way you panicked when you saw me.” He takes a deep breath, his chest slowly rising. “This isn't your fault, stop blaming yourself for everything.” He continues.

Your eyes open, you see Bucky looking at you with a soft smile on his face.

“Hey, have you been staring at me while I sleep?” You question him, trying to light up the mood.

“You just look so peaceful, I couldn't help but stare”

He never fails to bring a smile to your face whenever he compliments you. His hand reaches onto yours and he holds them tight.

“Stop it, I know what you are thinking” he warns you.

“I shou-”

“You never could have stopped it. Even if you did come in time, it's both of us who could have gotten hurt. Then you couldn't have saved both of us”

“I love you” you didn't want to argue with him, you know he is right.

“I love you more”

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The lowly gardener

Pairing: loki x reader

Summary: a gardener of frigga and loki fall in love. Loki is about to have an arranged marriage. They're love is forbidden.

Warning: just angst, fluff, and no smut. No use of y/n. Forbidden romance

A/n: i uploaded the wrong thing the first time. This is a reupload. I accidentally posted half of the first draft.

"Meet me at our spot "

I read the note Loki slipped into my basket. It's risky, I know, we've been sneaking to meet each other for the past 2 years now. It's a miracle we haven't gotten caught.

I am just a gardener. The queen Frigga's gardener to be exact. I tend to the gardens of this palace. While Loki, he's the prince of asgard. no one in my status should even ever be talking to someone like him without permission. But the day he spoke to me, something I never expected, soon became the best moment of my life.

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Two years ago~

"You missed a spot" I look to the left where a small branch or leaves peaked out.

"Oh, apologies, your highness. I didn't notice"

I notice he smells of strong asgardian ale. It lingers, the scent, it's so him. Whenever I walk past Loki after parties he always smells of liquor. I don't mind it, the smell always tells me he is approaching.

"I'm going to ask you something. As someone who isn't close with Thor, what do you think of him?" He asks. This feels like a set up. He has always been jealous of Thor, the ladies he slept with, his status, and most of all, how the allfather favors him. It doesn't take someone near to him to notice.

"I don't think I should answer that question"

"Come on, it's not like anyone's here. It'll be our secret." He winks. I look around making sure no one else is here.

"He's... respectful, he's polite. Oh, and he once picked up the fire lillies I so carelessly dropped. So I guess he's nice” I give a tight lipped smile.

"But...?" Almost as if he read my mind. No wonder he's the God of lies.

"I guess...Look, if you're trying to get validation off of a lowly gardener, trust me, my opinion doesn't matter."

"It matters to me" he steps closer. He looked at me in a shifted demeanor.

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Present day~

I walk quietly into the garden. To the part of the garden where it's covered. Our spot. The vine covered dome; the lilies, who's scent can cure sadness; the tulips, my personal favorite; but none of it matters since my eyes land on the gentleman standing at the corner.

"You came" he seemed surprised.

"Was there a time where I didn't?" I chuckle at his doubtfulness.

"You were hesitant the first few times we met."

“Yet, I still met you every single time you asked”

I took a few steps closer to him and wrap my arms around his neck. He leans his head on mine. I feel comfort in his arms.

"Hey, what's wrong?" I lift his head up by his chin. He never looked this upset. I've seen him at his worst, his expression shows a different type of devastation.

"I'm getting married. Father arranged me to marry some princess I have never even met. Like I even bothered to learn her name. I-I can't be married! Not if it's not with you!"

"Love, we knew that we can't be together from the start. We knew that getting into this. I know it's difficult, but all of this was meant to end in due time." I search his face for some sort of clarity. Instead, he pushes me back with confusion written all over his face.

"Do you love me?"

"What are you even asking me?"

"Just answer" my hand cups his cheek wiping of the tears dropping of his eyes.

"Of course I do!"

"Please say it. I just need to hear you say it."

His voice cracks as he looks to the side, then back to me.

"I love you, I'll come back to you more times than the number of all the stars combined. I have loved you ever since the night you asked me such a ridiculous question, and I will love you till the very last sentence you could ever mutter. I love you, and only you." His doubt of my love has always been there. His insecurities that he masks with his so-called self pride, I see through it, I see through it all. It has always been prevalent for me.

"Then why are you alright with me getting married off? You are fine with me with another woman beside me in bed?"

"Of course not! I'm just saying you need to face reality. We were never meant to be together. What reality do you think a mere servant gardener and the all mighty prince of Asgard can be together peacefully?"

He pauses for a minute searching my eyes for something. He sighs, anger surfaces to his face, pushing me back further. He storms off.

The very next day, at sunrise. Someone knocks on the door of my chambers.

“Tyra, I'll be ready in a few-”

My chamber doors open and it isn't Tyra.

“Love.” Loki calls out to me.

“Hey you” I smiled at him. He approaches me and holds both of my hands nearing them to his lips and kisses them.

“You shouldn't be here”qzd

“Would you rather I leave?”

I chuckle

“No, I'd much rather you stay here.”

“I want to apologize. I know I acted irrationally last night. Sometimes I just doubt how anyone as lovely as you could ever want me”

“That's ridiculous! I should be the one apologizing. I shouldn't have been so unbothered about your arranged marriage. You were upset and instead of comforting you, I made it worse.”

“I really tried to convince my father not to marry me off. He wouldn't budge”

“I know, while you're not married, let's just enjoy each other's company. Not worrying about the future. Just you and me. What do you say?”

He kisses me gently. His lips lingered onto mine longer than usual. No words needed to be said.

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"𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔦𝔞 𝔞𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔪𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔱𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔤𝔢𝔯 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔲𝔪𝔞, 𝔣𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔰, 𝔞𝔫𝔵𝔦𝔢𝔱𝔶 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔭𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔠 𝔞𝔱𝔱𝔞𝔠𝔨𝔰 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔬𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔫 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔲𝔫𝔢𝔵𝔭𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢𝔰. 𝔖𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢𝔰 𝔫𝔬 𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔥𝔬𝔴 𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔣𝔲𝔩 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔭𝔰 𝔣𝔞𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔣𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔰"

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"𝔉𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔰 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔭𝔞𝔰𝔱"

𝔇𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔤𝔬 𝔱𝔬𝔬 𝔣𝔞𝔯

𝔇𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔬𝔬 𝔪𝔲𝔠𝔥

𝔇𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔠𝔩𝔦𝔪𝔟 𝔱𝔬𝔬 𝔥𝔦𝔤𝔥

𝔇𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔶 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔨

ℑ'𝔩𝔩 𝔤𝔢𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲

𝔑𝔬𝔱 𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔫𝔬𝔴

𝔅𝔲𝔱 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔡𝔞𝔶

𝔚𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔲𝔫𝔢𝔵𝔭𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔡

𝔚𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔲𝔫𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔠𝔦𝔭𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔡

𝔑𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔡𝔦𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔡

𝔗𝔬 𝔟𝔢 𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔣𝔲𝔩

ℑ𝔰 𝔞𝔰 𝔲𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔞𝔰 𝔞 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔟𝔞𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔶

ℑ 𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔢𝔭 𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔫𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥

�� 𝔱𝔦𝔭𝔱𝔬𝔢 𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔢𝔱𝔩𝔶

𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔦𝔞 𝔦 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔰𝔬𝔴

𝔏𝔢𝔣𝔱 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔦𝔰 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔯𝔢

ℑ 𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫

𝔒𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔞𝔯𝔯𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔡

ℑ 𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔳𝔢.

( No font:"Fears from the past"

Don't go too far

Don't stray too much

Don't climb too high

Don't stay in the dark

I'll get you

Not right now

But someday

When unexpected

When unanticipated

Never predicted

To be careful

Is as useless as a dead battery

I creep underneath

I tiptoe quietly

Paranoia i will sow

Left for dead is what you are

I never warn

Once arrived

I never leave.)

The story behind will be explained in the next post in this mini series

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Next topic "fear"

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Heyy

Here are some prompts

Wanting to end it all

Afterlife

And that u r the problem in their life

"Abyss ahead" by @mysteriousmysticc

How do I escape life when it constantly follows me?

How do I find the solution to an indestructible obstacle?

How do I end something that starts with me?

Rhetorical or not, help me know the answer,

For it is the way I see the key to all these hurt.

The only solution I see is at the end.

The abyss that is uninspiring and hopeless.

And yet, why do I feel hopeful when I seek it?

Cutting it all and shutting them down. That's what I want.

Is it though?

Do I just want the pain to end?

But how can I make the pain disappear without me fluttering away?

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"The Reaper"

written by @mysteriousmysticc

death I may not be afraid of

but is it afraid of me

it avoids me like a plague

and I follow it like a king

i praise it like my queen

yet it treats me like I'm a slave

soon I must reach you

sooner or later

soon might mean today

later may mean the end of forever.

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"Tortoise and the Hare" written by @mysteriousmysticc

fast and furiously I have acted

slowly but surely I haven't reacted

slowly but surely I hadn't expected

fast and furiously I am affected

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"inspiration" by @mysteriousmysticc

dedicated to my lovely aunt

As far as footsteps go,

You've reached the stars and moon,

Further than I could ever know.

You've tackled dangerous typhoons.

Beauty you received,

Can never be decieved

Aged so gracefully,

That I can say truthfully.

Generosity you have

I merely have half

I love hearing you laugh

Sounding like a dove.

To be you is such a dream

So I shall follow you as life screams

You are like a daydream

But better than it seems.

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"Sharp" by @mysteriousmysticc

warning:blood, gore, death

The daggers face my back

Ever so quietly I ducked

Pierces the one i love

Laying with blood like a dove

Prices i pay to avoid

Precious knives of voids

Leading to a path of noise

With a deep dead voice

Notice the road I conquered

Spikes that never lowered

I felt like a coward

whenever they had towered

Stabbing noises i hear of her

Feeling my head severed

To my eyes its tethered

Skinned my skin covered in fur.