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"My Neighbor's A Jerk" Part 10 (i)
Summary: Modern-Day (AU) There’s this mutual feeling between you and your neighbor, called hate. And since your first meet you both commence that feeling with a burning passion. You don’t know the reason behind his hate and you know for damn sure that he will never tell you. But what happens on the first day of your job, when you find out that you even work together? Maybe you will learn to co-operate?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 7622
Warnings: soft!bucky yay!!! language, alcohol mention, a little focus on steggy, sensitive!stevie, unusual workplace practices (this ain’t real y'all it’s fiction anything can happen don’t @ me)
Author’s Note: sooo this is long ass part idk how i ended up adding 500 words more than the original one.
i just wanted to give y'all something before i go on a little break. i wanted to post both the parts and finish this phase in September but sigh i didn’t have much time… anyway, my midterms are arriving soon in October, so part 2 will be updated somewhere around November… anyway please enjoy and leave something for me to read!
here’s the “Thanksgiving 2017″ episode!
i will be altering the tag list and deleting those who don’t care to leave feedback sorry, but i can’t waste my time on tagging a hundred people when some of you don’t even care to write back simple as that :/
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When it’s time to leave, you realize you have an hour to get ready for work. Bucky brings back your clothes that were neatly folded on his dresser. There’s a small extension of silence between the two of you before you speak, “I’ll see you at work. I hope you know I’ll be parading around about how much of an Elvis Presley fanboy you are.”
He snorts, “No you wouldn’t dare.”
“Watch me, Barnes. I bet ‘till be Sam’s best day at work.” You continue teasing him as you walk backwards, a hand coming behind you to open the door. Sam’s one of his best friends, he probably knows Bucky’s interests. But you like the way he glares at you in warning.
“Should’ve left you in the hallway.” He sighs jokingly as you walk across the hall, laughing at him while disappearing behind the door of your apartment, your laugh echoing in the hallway and in Bucky’s mind.
He stares at your closed door for a few moments, with a soft smile on his lips before looking away and eventually goes back into his home.
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I love the fire of the fight!!!!!
Flour Girl {5} (Bucky x reader AU)
Characters: reader, Bucky (Jimmy), Wanda.
Summary: Discovering the cute guy you just flirted with is the heir of a rival bakery, you suddenly find yourself running into him all over the city. Can your small boutique bakery compete? And how do you deal with the guy who seems determined to make your life a living hell? Luckily you’re distracted by a secret admirer…But who is he? (Inspired by “You’ve Got Mail”, Enemies to Lovers)
Warnings: none! Mild swearing?
Word Count: 1.5k
A/N: Ahh!! I can’t tell you how much I appreciate all of your love and support for this series. it means the world to me. There’s a lot more snark and sweetness coming up and I can’t wait to hear what your thoughts are!! Any and all feedback is appreciated. i adore you all. <3
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It’s a rotten morning when you’re awake even before your 4:30am alarm, unclogging a toilet. Your life was so glamorous. Mrs. Carter in 3G had called multiple times in the middle of the night and you finally answered, since she clearly wasn’t giving up. By the time you got back to your apartment, it was almost 5am. You were exhausted and now running late. Wonderful.
A brief, hot shower later and you were walking through the bakery into the safe space of your kitchen. Baking always put you in a calmer state after such a frazzled morning. But first, coffee. You added fresh grounds to the reservoir and hit the button to brew before tying on your apron and washing your hands.
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Jimmy is such an ass!! But everything about the business aspect is so realistic!!
Flour Girl {4} (Bucky x reader AU)
Characters: reader, Bucky (Jimmy), Wanda.
Summary: Discovering the cute guy you just flirted with is the heir of a rival bakery, you suddenly find yourself running into him all over the city. Can your small boutique bakery compete? And how do you deal with the guy who seems determined to make your life a living hell? Luckily you’re distracted by a secret admirer…But who is he? (Inspired by “You’ve Got Mail”, Enemies to Lovers)
Warnings: none! Mild swearing?
Word Count: 1.4k
A/N: I’m so grateful for all of you who have shared your love for this series. I’m having so much fun hearing all your theories and offering guesses about who “B” might be. ;) I’m pretty sure we all know, but it’s rather amusing to see the two developing relationships! :D Please let me know your thoughts on this part, any comments or feedback are appreciated! I love you guys. <3
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Alarms were the worst. 4:30am wasn’t even a real time in the morning, it was more like the middle of the night. Part of you knew that you were the boss and got to set your own hours, but the other part was aware that there was too much to do so you grumbled and rolled out of bed before getting ready for the day. Some mornings, the only reason you didn’t smash your alarm was because it was also your cell phone and you needed that for conducting your business and checking email. And texting.
A tease of a smile tugged at your lips as you slipped on your shoes. Pulling out your phone, you scrolled through the messages between you and the stranger, “B”. It was nothing. Pure nonsense. But somehow, even those small interactions sparked a warmth in your chest. Sadly, with your crazy work hours and superintendent duties, you didn’t have much time for a social life. Is that how you viewed this…whatever it was? A replacement relationship? God, you needed to get out more.
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This chapter was so awesome!! I can’t wait to see what happens next!
Flour Girl {3} (Bucky x reader AU)
Characters: reader, Bucky (Jimmy), Clint, Wanda.
Summary: Discovering the cute guy you just flirted with is the heir of a rival bakery, you suddenly find yourself running into him all over the city. Can your small boutique bakery compete? And how do you deal with the guy who seems determined to make your life a living hell? Luckily you’re distracted by a secret admirer…But who is he? (Inspired by “You’ve Got Mail”, Enemies to Lovers)
Warnings: none! Mild swearing?
Word Count: 1.1k
A/N: You guys!!! I’m so happy that you’re all excited for more!! Like…more texting banter and ridiculous insults?? ;) haha. I adore you all for your support LOVE all the feedback I’m receiving! Please let me know your thoughts on part 3!! I adore you all!!<3
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Previously:
Back at work, you couldn’t help but think about that absurd text conversation. It was probably just a one-time thing, but it definitely turned your whole day around. Pulling out the ingredients to make tart dough, you couldn’t help but hum to yourself. Thank you, dude.
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Later that afternoon, you had finished most of your prep work for the day but chose to avoid the paperwork waiting in your office, so you told Wanda she could take a break. You loved the baking behind the scenes, but also enjoyed helping customers when you had the time.
Carrying a tray of almond croissants fresh from the oven, you grabbed a set of tongs and began restocking the empty space in the pastry case. They had sold out quickly today, which made you proud.
“Ooh, those look good,” you heard a male voice say.
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Awwwww this was so cute!!!!
(Also I’d love to know if you have a recipe for cinnamon rolls, I’ve been on the hunt for one!!!)
Flour Girl {2} (Bucky x reader AU)
Characters: reader, Bucky (Jimmy), Clint, Wanda.
Summary: Discovering the cute guy you just flirted with is the heir of a rival bakery, you suddenly find yourself running into him all over the city. Can your small boutique bakery compete? And how do you deal with the guy who seems determined to make your life a living hell? Luckily you’re distracted by a secret admirer…But who is he? (Inspired by “You’ve Got Mail”, Enemies to Lovers)
Warnings: none! Mild swearing?
Word Count: 1.2k
A/N: Aahh!!! I’m so grateful and elated that you all loved part one!! This baking fic is kind of my heart and soul and I’m so glad you’re loving it and love the idea of it. There’s so much more to come and a lot of snarky banter mixed with sweetness! I love you all. Please let me know your thoughts! I love to hear from you!! :)
<<Part One Part Two Part Three>> Coming Mon. 23 July, 3pm EST!!
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The drive back to your bakery was a blur after your interactions with Clint and Jimmy. How could a regular morning take such a sharp turn for the worst? Parking in your designated spot in front of your building, you walked through the store front and offered a smile to a few customers being helped by Wanda. Setting down your coat and bag on the chair in your tiny back office where you did paperwork, you then rolled your shoulders and neck to release tension that had gathered there.
Somehow you had finished your morning baking, done your deliveries, discovered that the competition was moving into the neighborhood, and flirted badly with a cute guy who happened to work for the rival bakery. It wasn’t even 9am.
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THIS WAS SO GOOD OMG
Flour Girl {1} (Bucky x reader AU)
Characters: reader, Bucky (Jimmy), Clint, Wanda.
Summary: Discovering the cute guy you just flirted with is the heir of a rival bakery, you suddenly find yourself running into him all over the city. Can your small boutique bakery compete? And how do you deal with the guy who seems determined to make your life a living hell? Luckily you’re distracted by a secret admirer…But who is he? (Inspired by “You’ve Got Mail”, Enemies to Lovers)
Warnings: none! Mild swearing?
Word Count: 1.2k
A/N: It’s here!! I’m so excited to finally be sharing this story with you!! Ever since I mentioned this idea almost a year ago on this post, it has been nudging me to write it. Two months of work and it’s ready to go out into the world. Let’s get this started! Whoo!! :D I can’t wait to hear your thoughts! Any and all feedback is appreciated. I adore you all. <3
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Five slices of strawberry, three ripe blackberries, a handful of plump blueberries, and a dusting of powdered sugar as a finishing touch. Perfect. Straightening up from your bent-over position, you surveyed your work with a smile and placed the last mini fruit tart in a box before securing the lid.
“Done,” you spoke out loud to yourself with an accomplished sigh.
Wanda, your one and only employee, was arriving just as you placed the last box in the back of your car and closed the trunk. She would mind the cash register and pastry counter while you were out on deliveries.
“Morning, Wanda,” you greeted her with a smile.
“Hey, Y/N,” she replied with a yawn.
“There’s a fresh pot of coffee. The good stuff,” you said with a wink.
“Ugh, you’re a lifesaver. I didn’t have time to stop. But guess what I saw?” she leaned in close with a narrowing of her eyes.
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This was so fluffy and good!!!!!!!
“My Neighbor’s A Jerk” Part 9
Summary: Modern-Day (AU) There’s this mutual feeling between you and your neighbor, called hate. And since your first meet you both commence that feeling with a burning passion. You don’t know the reason behind his hate and you know for damn sure that he will never tell you. But what happens on the first day of your job, when you find out that you even work together? Maybe you will learn to co-operate?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 5873
Warnings: idek y’all this is hUGE AF
Author’s Note: phew look at the word count lmao so i’ve listed down a few things after reading this part, please read that too!
also please please please leave a FEEDBACK if you’re gonna read it!!
i will be altering the tag list and deleting those who don’t care to leave feedback sorry, but i can’t waste my time on tagging a hundred people when some of you don’t even care to write back simple as that :/
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You feel like shit. No, that doesn’t even compare, you definitely need something stronger to describe how you feel right now. You’re in bed, awake for the past fifteen minutes and every damn muscle in your body has given up on moving. You want to move, but everything around you is hazy. One of your eyes slightly open as you squint, trying not to let the sun shine through the wide open curtains.
Weird, you never sleep with your curtains open.
The feeling of your warm and fuzzy blanket is absent. You stir around the mattress, a yawn making its way past your lips. It’s when you finally find the courage to face the sunlight that you rub your eyes and take notice of your surroundings. In the next moment you’re scrambling up, turning your head from left to right so fast your neck cracks because of the tight kinks in your muscles. You moan in pain, a hand coming up to massage the back of your neck.
But then you’re looking around again and you realize this is not your bed you’d been laying in,. The room is a dark shade of blue, with a grey accent. The curtains flowing due to wind, a lighter shade of the room. The sheets smell like pine and forest and thought it is a pleasant scent, you find yourself panicking when the realization hits you – it’s a guy’s apartment.
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This was fantastic!!!!!
Spread Your Wings: Increasing Pressure
Summary: Reader is a HYDRA experiment (like the Maximoffs, but not voluntary) who grows wings (like Angel from X-Men). She escapes, and is now trying to rescue and prevent further kidnappings and experiments.
Word Count: 2294
Warnings: Cursing, and a bit of a cliffhanger… sorry?
A/N: So I basically fell off the face of the earth yeah? I’m back I promise!
The chip upgrade was surprisingly uneventful, only taking a local anesthetic and maybe 20 minutes.
“That’s the difference between HYDRA hacks and two of the greatest minds on Earth,” you thought with a smile, gently rubbing the small scar that was all that the procedure had left behind. Bucky had stayed in the room with you during the surgery, you had asked him to because you worried about possibly slipping back into the Angel, and you’d been more than a little afraid. You’d never had a good experience in anything resembling a lab or hospital. And though you knew that the Avengers were unlikely to hurt you, your anxiety hadn’t lowered. Bucky’s presence had a calming effect on you. Whether that was because you knew that he could stop the Angel, or for some other reason, you didn’t know, nor did you really bother to wonder.
“Alright,” Tony said as he led you into the conference room where the rest of the team was already seated, “we’re gonna give it a couple days to make sure, but you should be in the clear now. Using the chip shouldn’t cause any physical effects anymore. Plus, Banner and I added a few new functions for you.” He gave you a small wink as he pulled out a chair at the table, offering you a seat.
“What new functions?” you asked warily as you sat.
“Well, we updated some of the chip’s map databases, added communication functions, and gave you a sort of operating assistant,” Tony explained as he pushed your chair in before rounding the table.
“Operating assistant?” There was gonna be someone else messing with your head?
“A little like FRIDAY,” Bruce replied, “a program that can run operations for you so you don’t have to ask for every command. It can learn your needs and preferences so it can run things before you need to ask for them.”
“Your system’s named HERMES.”
“Okay, and communications?” Not that it didn’t sound potentially useful, but who exactly were you going to be communicating with? The majority of the time, you worked alone.
“Well for now, it’s hooked up to our comm system, so you can communicate with any of the team who have their comms on. Since the chip is already wired into parts of your brain, we could set up a basic communication system. You’ll be able to speak to us, and hear our responses. But in theory, you could also just think at one of our comms and it would send the communication to us as well. We haven’t tested that though,” Bruce explained, he seemed thoughtful, contemplative.
You looked at Wanda Maximoff then. You knew she had the ability to read a person’s mind, and to speak into another’s mind as well. It sounded like your chip could do at least part of what she could. Interesting in theory, but it terrified you.
“If that becomes a possibility,” you said, keeping your voice calm to hopefully hide your feelings, “would you mind if I asked you for help?”
Wanda nodded, a small smile on her lips. She’d likely already known that you were uncomfortable with the possibility, but she hadn’t turned you down.
“Thank you,” you smiled back.
“Any other questions?” Tony asked, he was standing at the head of the table now.
You shook your head, but added, “I may have some later though.”
Tony nodded with a smile, “Okay then, on to the meeting.” Tony stepped back and Steve stood up, moving to take Tony’s place.
The Avengers had a brief meeting about an upcoming operation. You were a little surprised at how much they were willing to discuss in front of you, but they also asked your opinion. You’d been in a HYDRA base much more recently than any of them had, and therefore had the most up-to-date intel they could get; you readily gave what you had.
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The Pain
Summary: A bad situation leads to bad times.
Pairing: Platonic!Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 1,525
Warnings: Break ups, angst, fluffy goodness
A/N: Hey y’all! I’m back! I don’t know if I’m going to be posting as much as I was once upon a moon but I’ll for sure try to post some more one-shots. This piece was beta-ed by the awesome @witchymarvelspacecase!!!
“What do you mean?!” You angrily whispered into the phone.
“I’m sorry, (Y/N). This doesn’t mean what I felt for you wasn’t real. Everything with her is just emotional. And we have history.” Chris said quietly into the phone.”I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“I need to go, before I say anything I regret,” you replied and hung up the phone. You’d recently started to date this nice fellow named Chris. He made you so happy, the happiest you’ve been in months. You’d told all your friends about him. You’d even told your mom about him. This was the first time you’d felt this way about someone in what felt like forever. Until It all came crumbling down when you found out that his best friend confessed her love for him and he realized that he felt the same way. He called things off between the two of you, hoping to stay friends.
You almost scoffed when you recalled the conversation. Then the pain set in. He broke your trust, he played with your emotions, he played with your heart. You started crying. And kept crying the entire night.
The first day afterwards felt like a dream. You woke up in your bed almost forgetting what happened the night before only to be reminded by the used tissues that surrounded you. You remembered the loud sobs that had echoed off your lonely Manhattan apartment walls followed by whimpers as you tried to fall asleep. Sitting there in a daze, your phone starting chiming notifying you that you had text messages from your friends in your group chat. Trying your best to snap out of your funk you opened up the messages and replied as if nothing happened.
Slowly, you rose and started getting ready for the day. There wasn’t time to be upset because there was work that needed to get done. Putting on a mask of fake happiness and cheerfulness was something you were good at anyway. Your friends made jokes about how fake you could be but they failed to realize how much you could use it to your advantage.
Your commute to work went by in a blur and so did the work day. You vaguely remember interactions you had with coworkers and completing paperwork at your job. Towards the end of the day, your phone chimed once more.
From Widow (Nat) to your group chat: “Who’s up for drinks tonight?”
From Bird Boy (Wilson) to your group chat: “Count me in. Had meetings back to back all day.”
From The Patriot (Rogers) to your group chat: “I’m down for the company!”
From Icy Boy (Barnes) to your group chat: “Hell yeah!”
You normally wouldn’t miss drinks with your friends for anything in the world. But you felt the need to isolate yourself, promising it will only be for tonight. You opened the chat to reply.
“I can’t tonight, have plans.”
Bird Boy (Wilson): “Suit yourself.”
The Patriot (Rogers): “Maybe next time!”
You locked your phone and went home, only to sob the entire night until your head hurt and your eyes felt like they were about to fall out of your head.
The second day was filled with rage and hurt. You tried your best to put on your mask but bitterness seemed to find a way to seep through. Your coworkers noticed you were off but didn’t ask any questions. At the end of the day your phone was blowing up again from your friends. You didn’t even bother to look. Instead you just muted the chat when you got home and threw your phone on the couch opting to walk around your apartment to try to work off some steam. You didn’t want to talk to anyone. You wanted to scream, to punch something, to break through a wall. Anything to get your frustration out. But your damn phone wouldn’t stop buzzing. You thought that you muted the chat. You retrieved your phone from the couch to see that you have private messages from your friends asking you to answer the group chat to see if you wanted to go out to a movie.
“STOP BLOWING UP MY PHONE. IF I DON’T ANSWER MAYBE I’M BUSY. I CAN’T GO TO THE MOVIES TONIGHT.” Was your response.
From Widow (Nat): “Damn girlie, a simple no would have sufficed.”
From Icy Boy (Barnes): “Alright (Y/N), don’t worry about it.”
After hitting send, you wanted to take back what you said but it was too late. You sat there in silence. Then that pain hit you again when you saw Chris’s text message chain in your list of messages. Seeing his smiling image sent a new wave of hurt through your body. You threw your phone against the wall as sobs rang through your body.
You fell asleep on the couch only to wake up when your morning alarm rang. You scrambled for it, cringing when you saw a crack across the screen along with multiple messages from the group chat but also a few private ones from Bucky.
From Icy Boy (Barnes): “Hey, is everything alright? You don’t seem like yourself.”
From Icy Boy (Barnes): “You don’t need to tell me what’s wrong if you don’t wanna. I just wanted to check in.”
From Icy Boy (Barnes): “You know I’m here for you if you need me, Doll.”
You sighed as you remembered what you sent. You shook your head to try to clear it and typed out a short message.
“Yeah sorry, I was just tired last night. Talk to you later xx.”
You put down your phone and headed to the kitchen. You realized that today was your day off. You were going to use today to relax and decompress. With a new sense of purpose, you made your favorite meal for lunch and sat down with your laptop and went to Netflix to start those series you’ve been meaning to watch.
The day went by quickly like this. You thought about Chris but tried to pay no mind to him. You answered the group chat like normal and you were even starting to feel better until the night came.
With the television series on pause, you were scrolling absentmindedly through Facebook until you saw a post that made your stomach drop.
CHRIS CHANGED HIS RELATIONSHIP STATUS: IN A RELATIONSHIP (WITH JESSICA)
You almost dropped your laptop on the ground. Sure you knew that they were together, but so soon? Seeing it in writing, on such a public forum, made you want to scream. Tears pricked your eyes as you closed your laptop screen. You began to sob again, uncontrollably. So much so that you didn’t hear the knocks on your door.
“(Y/N)?!” You heard a voice say but it almost sounded like it wasn’t real. “(Y/N) what’s wrong?!” You heard the voice say and felt arms around you. You didn’t realize that it was Bucky that let himself into your apartment and found you a crying mess.
“B-Bucky?” You choked out confused. “What are you doing? Why are you here?”
“I was worried. You haven’t been sounding like yourself. I wanted to come by to check up on you.” He said softly, smoothing out your hair and whipping the tears off of your face. “Obviously my gut was right.”
That made you chuckle despite the deep sadness. “I was the other girl, Buck…” You whispered and looked down. “Like usual, I was the second choice.”
“What do you mean?” He asked with worry.
“That guy I’ve been talking about. He loves someone else.” You begin and then go on to explain the situation. “I trusted him Bucky. I trusted him and he broke my heart.” You finished with tears streaming once more. “I’m so stupid.”
“Shhh, shhhh. That’s not true doll. He’s the stupid one for breaking your trust.” Bucky said, gently holding you against his chest. “You don’t need someone like that in your life. You deserve to be treated like you’re number 1 because you are. Anyone who treats you any less does not need to be in your life.”
You sniffled and nodded your head. It was cheesy but you supposed you needed to hear it from someone else for it to sink in. “Don’t leave me Bucky, please stay with me tonight.” You whispered and clung onto his shirt slightly.
“Of course, (Y/N).” He nodded and smiled down at you. The night was filled with junk food, takeout, and ice cream. He made you smile, he made you laugh, he made the pain go away for even just a little bit. Bucky even slept over when you fell asleep against him halfway through a crappy horror movie.
When you woke up and saw him there, it hit you. You weren’t not going to get better by being by yourself and wallowing. You’d let yourself feel the pain, but now it’s time to get better.
From that day on you went out with your friends instead of isolating yourself. You took up your old hobbies that you enjoyed. You did things that made you feel joy. You recovered quickly, and you had Bucky to thank.
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Thinking abt uhhhhhhh writing again
So maybe,,,send in some prompts?
The stuff I’ll write for are in the tags.
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Aqua Mutante- FINALE
Summary: Ever since you were younger you could manipulate water. Your life changes when your secret gets out.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Words: 994
Warnings: None
A/N: Hey guys, it’s been a while! I’ve had this last part written for a long time and never posted it for some reason. I hope you enjoy! As a disclaimer, this doesn’t mean that I’m coming back to write. My mental health is still really shitty and I have to concentrate on school and everything.
There was a sharp ringing in your ears as you slowly came to. Your vision was blurry as you started to take in your surroundings. For a moment you still think you’re dreaming. You forget that your best friend turned out to be a spy for all of your life. You soon realize that it was indeed the case.
Once your senses came to, you notice you’re in what seems like an underground facility. You were strapped to a table unable to move any of your appendages.
“Good morning sleeping beauty.” Kayla taunts as she sees you waking up. “Turns out your knight in shining armor never showed up.”
“Shut up…” You mutter and close your eyes. You knew that they were coming to save you, you just needed to buy some time.
“What was that? I didn’t hear you?” She says and puts her hand to your throat. You chuckle slightly and look up at her. “You wouldn’t.” You grunt out at look up at her.
With a smirk playing over her lips, she put heavy pressure to your windpipe. “You know…” She starts off. “I never really liked you. In fact, I hated you. You were always so whiney and by-the-books. It got really annoying after a couple of years. But I had to play the part of being your best friend!” She explained and released her hand. “You’re worth nothing dead, if you die then they’ll kill me.” Kayla sneers as she walks away.
“All I have to do is keep you alive for a couple of days. Then other agents will pick you up and I’ll get my next assignment. You’ll finally be out of my life!” She exclaims with a loud laugh.
All the while you were tuning her out. Thoughts of the Avengers coming to the rescue swarmed your mind and gave you hope. You just had to wait. They would find you and this will all be over soon.
A day passed which turned into two. Kayla gave you minimal nourishment and had little interaction with you, often leaving you in the bare room for hours at a time by yourself. On the third day, you began to worry. That is until you heard a large crash from above you on the upper levels.
“We got trouble, I can keep them away from the target with the soldiers I have here but I need backup. What’s your ETA?” Kayla asks into presumably an intercom as you hear her triple locking the door that led to where you were being kept. You managed to smile to yourself as you feel Wanda trying to get in touch with your mind to track where you are. “(Y/N)? Can you hear me?”
“Yeah, I can.” You think back and look towards the door. “I’m in the lowest level, triple locked door. That’s all I know.”
“We’ll get you out of this soon, I promise.” She says before cutting off communication. Before long, you heard loud grunts outside of the door and finally a small explosion. As the dusk cleared, you saw Bucky and Steve leading the charge. The sight nearly made you cry out of joy. “It took you long enough.” You joked with a choked smile as they came to untie you.
“Well you know me, I like to take my time.” Bucky retorts with a soft wink before freeing you from your restraints and helping you up from the table. “I got her, rendezvous at the Quinjet in 3 minutes.” He spoke into the earpiece.
You put your arm around Bucky’s shoulders as he helped you out through the halls to put everything behind you. This was it, you were free, you could see the light at the end of the tunnel.
“You idiots!” You hear a voice yell behind you. It was Kayla. “Just keep going Bucky.” You pleaded and Bucky swiftly picked you up so he can run.
“You didn’t think I’d have a plan B? If we can’t have you, no one can!” She cackles as she presses a button. You heard an explosion which knocked you out of Bucky’s arms. You landed harshly on the floor while the building collapsed around you.
As the dust settled and the rubble subsided, you were being crushed under heavy ceiling. You felt your last breaths escape you. You can hear Bucky screaming from the other side of the room. You turn to look but the last thing you see is his metal arm trying to pull everything off of you.
Beep Beep Beep
Slowly, ever so slowly, you opened up your eyes. It was a bright white room with computers lining what seemed like your bed. You looked down at your hands to see IV’s attached to them which confirmed your suspicions. You were in the medic bay.
“(Y/N)?!” You heard a gruff voice say next to you. It was Bucky. “Am I dreaming or did you really save me from that?” You ask and turn your head towards him. It looked like he hadn’t slept in days. “Of course I saved you, I always will. you know that?” He said softly back and sits next to you on the bed. “You really had me scared back there.” He whispered and looked down at you.
“Thank you for coming to rescue me. Even with the risks of things going wrong and her, well, kidnapping you too…” You say, reaching up to cup his cheek.
“For you, I’d risk anything.” He says back, reaching to kiss your forehead.
After a few days of recovery, you were finally back to your feet. Bucky, your now official boyfriend, helped you every step of the way. Kayla was never found in the wreckage of the base but Tony has every camera tapped to find her. In the back of your mind, you worry that she’ll find you and Bucky but until then you’re living your happiest life.
Your own happily ever after.
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In case anyone didn’t see this post.
Quick Announcment
Hey everyone.
Just wanted to make a quick post addressing why I haven’t been writing and any future works.
It hasn’t been easy for me lately and I haven’t been in a good head space. It’s gotten to the point where my friends are starting to get worried about me. Plus I started my second year of university and that’s been stressing me out.
From this point on I’m not sure if I want to continue writing or write as often as I did during the summer. I’m not gonna delete any works or this blog, I just need to play it by ear.
I don’t know if y’all still even know about me anymore or even care about me or this blog but if you still do I hope this helped with any questions.
Thank you.
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Quick Announcment
Hey everyone.
Just wanted to make a quick post addressing why I haven’t been writing and any future works.
It hasn’t been easy for me lately and I haven’t been in a good head space. It’s gotten to the point where my friends are starting to get worried about me. Plus I started my second year of university and that’s been stressing me out.
From this point on I’m not sure if I want to continue writing or write as often as I did during the summer. I’m not gonna delete any works or this blog, I just need to play it by ear.
I don’t know if y’all still even know about me anymore or even care about me or this blog but if you still do I hope this helped with any questions.
Thank you.
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Golden
Angel!Bucky x Nephilim!Reader
Summary: In a world segregated by angelic powers; can a nephilim be more than they seem? Can an angel-born, be more than they’d always thought?
This is my submission for @angryschnauzer “If you go down to the woods today” writing challenge. I’ve not really done much in the AU arena, so here goes nothing!
Word Count: 2697
Warnings: Swearing, mentions of torture and death, mentions of blood, happy ending
A/N: Thank you to @writingwithadinosaur, who is always willing to help me. Even when I am unsure of myself, she is right there to reassure me, and help me out. She is a lovely person, and a fab writer!
The cuts on your hands were bleeding badly, but you didn’t dare take a moment to look at them; the being in front of you commanded your attention. As a nephilim, a child of angelic and human parents, you were below the angel in front of you; a fact that he never let you forget. You had no wings, therefore the power you wielded was weaker. You should have felt lucky, many nephilim were born powerless, no better than long-lived humans. But your power was the reason you were stood where you were; the reason for so much of your pain.
After the angel dismissed you, you quickly made your way down to the kitchens. The manor where you lived and worked had segregated places; places for the angels and places for everyone else. The kitchen should have been safe. So when you ran to the sink and began the painful process of cleaning your wounds, and pulling the splinters from your fingers, you didn’t hold in your hisses and cries. When two large hands covered your own and pulled them from the water, you were shocked. Not only by the hands themselves, which were odd enough; one metal and one flesh, but by the being whose hands they were. An angel.
You immediately tried to pull your hands away, but the angel gave no quarter. He held your hands in a firm but gentle grasp as you struggled.
“I won’t be able to help you if you keep fighting me,” he said calmly; his voice soft, and a little gravely.
You froze in shock, an angel, help you? “What are you talking about?” you asked in a meek voice.
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REBLOG IF YOU WANT A LOVE LETTER FROM A FICTIONAL CHARACTER IN YOUR ASK BOX NOW
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OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS
An Enemy on the One Hand
Summary: Reader Insert - Soulmate AU/Enemy AU based off this post: the universe determined your soulmate and enemy at birth, giving you one hint for each; their initials on one of your wrists. BUt what happens if BOTH sets of initials are for the same person? Set during CA:TWS
Word Count: 2020
Warnings: Swearing, mentions of violence, angst(ish), TWS spoilers (but seriously, what are you DOING here if you haven’t seen that yet?)
A/N: Okay, I’m taking a stab at this. I wanna thank @writingwithadinosaur (as usual) for helping me with EVERYTHING EVER, and being totally fabulous! And @imhereforbvcky for encouraging me to try in the first place.
I tagged everyone who liked/reblogged/commented on the announcement post cause I am a needy bitch, I need validation! But I am MORE than happy to add OR remove you if you’d like. There are several that didn’t work and they look like this
You were born with two sets of initials on your wrists; one set was your enemy’s, the other was your soulmate’s. Trouble was, you didn’t know which was which. The marks appeared on people’s wrists when their enemy or soulmate were born, for you, the marks were already there when you were born; so your soulmate and enemy were both older than you, by at least a few minutes. The marks were meant to burn a little bit when you crossed paths with your people, but you’d never felt anything. You would have thought you were one of the few in the world who didn’t have a predestined enemy or soulmate if not for the lingering W.S. on your left wrist, and J.B.B. on your right.
Life moved on, though you’d yet to cross paths with either your soulmate or your enemy, the initials remained. The marks would fade if the person they represented died, so you knew they were still alive, but you never found them.
…
You had a bad feeling. Work was tense, that wasn’t unusual; SHIELD was always tense to some extent, but this was different. Nick Fury had just been killed by an unknown assailant. Captain America was the last person to have seen him alive, and according to gossip, Alexander Pierce and Jasper Sitwell were blaming him for the whole event. You found that unbelievably hard to swallow for two reasons.
Reason #1: Natasha Romanov was a friend to you. You had no idea if she thought of you that way in return, but you trusted her and she worked with and trusted the Captain. Nick Fury had been a stable presence in her chaotic life; his death had hurt her. You couldn’t see a man who was her fellow Avenger killing Fury, for that reason alone.
Reason #2: Jasper Sitwell and Alexander Pierce were smarmy, slimy, creepy guys. At least they were to you. You’d never trusted them, and with it coming down to their word against Steve Rogers’, you trust Steve more by a mile.
Your thoughts were only confirmed when the STRIKE team attacked Steve in the elevator and then declared Steve Rogers an enemy. Steve Rogers: Captain America, a hero, and an Avengers; an enemy? Yeah right.
You were pulled from your thoughts by your phone ringing. Not your desk phone, not your SHIELD issued phone, but your burn phone. It was identical to your SHIELD phone, but you’d asked Natasha to encrypt all of its incoming and outgoing calls and texts so it couldn’t be traced. Yes, you could have asked a SHIELD tech to do that, but paranoia was second nature after long enough as an agent, and an undisclosed mutant.
You’d been able to levitate since you were ten, and fly since you turned 15. You’d managed to stay under the radar so far, and hoped to keep it that way. Your powers combined with your SHIELD training and your extra sessions with Black Widow, made you a force to be reckoned with, and a valuable “asset”. Since you didn’t much fancy being pursued, and potentially used for your powers, you’d chosen to keep your “superhero” antics to smaller things.
Looking at the screen, you saw that the caller ID was blocked. You locked down your computer station and walked out of the room, answering the call as you walked.
“What’s going on?” you asked, not wanting to attract attention, or ask any specific questions until you were out of the building.
“Fuck if I know. So far pretty much everyone I know is trying to kill me.”
“Shiiiiiit,” you groaned as you crossed into the parking garage, “okay, I can’t talk now, I’m on my way. Shoot me an address and a shopping list.” You hoped Natasha trusted you enough to let you help. If things were as bad as it seemed, you didn’t want to sit on the sidelines; you wanted to help.
A moment later an address and a short list of requests hit your phone. Deciding to “borrow” a SHIELD issue bike, you grab a helmet. This wasn’t out of the ordinary for you; living in the city, you didn’t own a car, but you checked out cars and bikes from work as needed. As soon as you were a decent distance from SHIELD, you pulled into an unmonitored garage and removed the GPS tracking device from the bike’s engine; the bike itself was nondescript, but you didn’t want to run the risk of being traced to Natasha and Steve.
Nevertheless, you parked the bike a good mile away from the address and walked the rest of the way. Arriving, you knocked on the door and waited, standing still with your hands out of your pockets and loose at your sides, knowing that whoever answered the door would be looking for any sign of betrayal. Moments later, a man answered the door. He was tall, with a shaved head, and brown eyes that looked at you with suspicion.
“Nat called me,” you explained, not wanting to go into too much detail in the open.
He glanced back over his shoulder, then back to you and nodded, opening the door wide enough for you to enter. You stepped away from the door and took the backpack off your back, setting it on the floor slightly in front of you, “Nat will probably want to check that before I get any closer.”
Sure enough, a head of red hair peeked around a corner, then ducked back around before Natasha herself walked out.
“You know me so well, Y/N,” she said calmly, searching through your bag, “were you followed?”
“No, I disabled the tracker and parked a mile west of here.” She nodded and stood, handing your bag back to you as the man who answered the door walked into an adjoining room.
“Thanks, Y/N. I wasn’t sure who else I could trust.”
“No worries, I was hoping you’d call. There’s all sorts of weird shit flying around at SHIELD now. I don’t believe a fucking word of it. How can I help?”
Natasha smirked and led you to the kitchen where the man from before was sitting across a small table from Steve Rogers, who rose as you entered the room and shook your hand.
“Agent L/N, thanks for coming. I know you put a lot on the line for this.”
“Don’t sweat it Captain, and it’s Y/N.”
“Steve,” he agreed and released your hand. He looked over your shoulder to Nat, who spoke up.
“I know you don’t want people to know Y/N, but I think we may need you to use your powers before this is over.”
Your head jerked around and your eyes met hers. You weren’t sure why you were surprised; she was possibly the best spy in the world, but you were still shocked.
“Does…” you swallowed before trying again, “does anyone else…”
“No one else knows. I found some old video footage, and I erased it after I watched it.” You nodded, slightly mollified. Not that it would matter. If you were gonna help Steve and Nat the way they needed, your powers would be outed. But if you didn’t help…
Steeling yourself, you looked up and this time you met Steve’s eyes.
“What do you need me to do?”
That’s how you ended up on the bridge, tailing Steve and Natasha. They had confronted Sitwell with the help of the other man who introduced himself as Sam Wilson. They took Sitwell up to the roof of a tall building to have their “talk”. Sitwell tried to call Steve’s bluff there, claiming that it wasn’t Steve’s style to kick him off the roof. Steve agreed, and Natasha kicked Sitwell off the roof. Sam caught him using the falcon wings that you and Nat had… liberated for him.
Now you were back on your borrowed bike, tailing Sam’s car from several car lengths back. And your left wrist started to burn.
It startled you so bad you almost swerved into the car to your right; you’d never had a reaction from either of your marks before. But before you could even begin to wonder what was happening, gunshots rang out and the SUV directly behind Sam’s car crashed into him.
A man was on top of Sam’s car now, and as you tried to get your bike through the tangled mess of cars in front of you, the man punched through the car’s roof and ripped off the steering wheel. Then you saw Jasper Sitwell thrown from the car and directly into the path of an oncoming truck, which hit him solidly and ripped him from your sight. Gunshots fired rapidly and you found a gap in the cars. You shot forward and quickly laid the bike down, rolling away as it slid forward into a group of shooters, taking them by surprise. You rolled to your feet and pulled you own gun, seeing Nat leap over the side of the bridge before an enemy engaged you. You threw your weight at him, tossing both of you over the side of the bridge as well. Your descent was slowed by your powers, his, not so much. You looked around for Nat, but your eyes caught Steve instead as he crawled from an overturned bus.
“What the fuck is going on?” you shouted as you ran up to him. Bullets pelted the ground around you and Steve covered you both with his shield.
“I have no idea, but that guy with the metal arm? He’s the one who killed Fury,” Steve shouted back as you ducked around the shield to return fire, taking out two of the shooters.
“You sure?” you asked.
“Positive. Nat said he’s called the Winter Soldier.” Your left wrist burned again as the soldier in question landed on the roof of a nearby car and made his way towards the two of you.
“Go find Nat,” Steve instructed, heading for the soldier, shield in hand.
For just a second, you contemplated what this meant for you. Winter Soldier would certainly fit the W.S. on your wrist. All you could do is hope you’d figure out who he was to you before shit got too complicated.
…
As it turned out, “complicated” may have been too tame of a word for your current situation.
Nat had been shot, the assailants and the soldier had pulled back, and now you were locked up in the back of a secured transport with two guards in full riot gear, armed with electric prods.
Steve had recognized the soldier. He was someone that Steve had thought dead since before he went into the ice; his best friend that he’d thought was long gone. You couldn’t decide which was worse; losing your friends entirely, or having him still around, but not able to remember you at all.
Steve looked so lost.
Sam spoke up, telling the guards that if Nat didn’t get medical attention soon she’d bleed out. One of the guards raised their prod, everyone tensed, but the guard turned the weapon on the other guard instead. You, Steve, Nat and Sam stared in shock as the guard removed their helmet.
“Maria?!” you asked. The guard, was in fact, Agent Maria Hill.
“That thing was squeezing my brain,”she said as she straightened her hair. You let out a small chuckle and felt your body relax; you trusted Maria implicitly. As you relaxed, your mind wandered back to the bridge. One of your marks had reacted for the first time in your life. If this guy was as old as Steve said, and as “ghost-like” as Nat implied, you guessed it wasn’t a huge surprise you’d never crossed paths with him before.
“Steve, what did you say your friend’s name was?” You had heard him mention a name, but you’d been too preoccupied to take it in apparently. And even though “Winter Soldier” was the name the universe had picked for your mark, it didn’t feel right to use that name, especially not around Steve.
“Bucky. Well I called him Bucky. His full name’s James Buchanan Barnes.”
“No fucking way!”
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Perma Tags!
Hey everyone!
Lately I’ve been having a really hard time remembering who’s on my perma tag list and I’m scared I keep leaving out people. If you’re on it and/or want to be on it, either comment or like this post.
I’m tagging the people who I know are on it off the top of my head and perhaps can give this a signal boost:
@amrita31199 @the-witching-hours12-3 @caplanbuckybarnes @tol-sam @james-bionic-barnes @rebelslicious @mirkwood---princess @nikkitia7
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