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Wrote my first fanfiction in almost four years and it’s a completely different fandom than I’ve written before, but I’m so excited to have it done!

Summary:

Kagome is feeling stagnant now that she has returned to the past to be with her friends. On top of that, she also worries about the future and what she can do to change things.

Sesshoumaru admits to himself he's curious about the strange Miko and makes a surprise visit, keeping Kagome on her toes with whatever he has to say next.

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Did another Thranduil thing. I just loveeee his eyes

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1, 18 and 32 with Bucky? CONGRATS ON 200 YOU DESERVE WAY MORE

Aww, thank you, dear! Here you go!

1. That’s starting to get real annoying.18. Can you shut up for five minutes? Please?32. …or we could make out…

“Y/N, what movie won best picture in 1991?”

You looked over your shoulder towards Bucky, a scowl on your face. “What makes you think that I would know the answer to that?”

The Winter Soldier grinned at you and shrugged his shoulders. “IDK.”

You narrowed your eyes suspiciously at him using IM slang but chose not to comment. Instead, you turned your attention back to your binoculars that were aimed in the direction of the militia group you and Bucky were supposed to be gathering intel on to see if they posed a threat to world peace.

“Y/N, where can I hide a body?”

You squeezed your eyes shut and took a deep breath before answering, not looking away from the group about a mile out. “Are you supposed to be some master assassin. That would be a question you could answer yourself.” You adjusted the comm in your ear that was playing live feedback from the conversation happing between the militia members. “They are discussing where to place an IED,” you murmured quietly, knowing Bucky would be able to hear you.

Bucky shuffled closer to you so you were shoulder to shoulder. Instead of facing the same direction you were, he was sitting with his back to the group, assembling his long range sniper rifle.

You glanced at the handsome soldier sideways, smiling when you saw the concentrated look on his face. He was in his element.

“Y/N,” Bucky started again, not breaking concentration as he filled a clip with bullets. “What’s the value of pi?”

“3.14159265359,” you responded automatically. Then you paused, catching on to what he was doing. “Are you treating me like Alexa?” you asked in an incredulous tone, turning to face the idiot man.

Bucky didn’t look up from what he was doing, just shrugging his shoulders. “You do know everything.”

You smacked his shoulder before turning your attention back to the group. “Yeah, well, that’s starting to get real annoying. So cut it out.”

Bucky shifted, moving so he was now facing the same direction as you, setting his rile up properly, checking the scope. “Y/N. What’s the mass of the sun in grams?”

“UGH!” you exclaimed as loudly as you dared to. “Can you shut up for five minutes? Please?? I’m trying to listen! And who would even know the answer to that question?”

You were surprised when Bucky actually remained quiet. He became completely still, shoulders relaxed and breathing slowed. Despite his relaxed appearance, you could sense that he was tense, prepared to strike at just a moments notice.

You both listened in on the conversation between the militia members, learning that they went ahead and placed the bomb and got the exact location and time it was set to go off. From what you had gathered, there was no given reason behind the bombing other than to show that they could. You also learned that the only members of the group were the ones present.

“Am I clear to shoot?” Bucky asked, looking to you sideways for confirmation.

“Proceed,” you told him with a small nod of your head. “Just incapacitate so we can bring them in. I’ll call the team for an extraction and to make sure the bomb gets taken care of properly.”

Bucky nodded in response. Six quick shots and the men were all down.

Bucky was quick to dismantle and put away his rifle, quick to join you in handcuffing the militia members.

Once the final one was properly secured, Bucky turned to you, that damn smile back on his face.

“Y/N, what’s the tea?”

You released a loud groan and looked up to the heavens. “I swear to god, asshole. I’m going to dump your ass and leave you for the wildcats to get you.”

Bucky moved to your side, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulled you flush against his thick body. “…or,” he slowly drawled, “we could make out.”

His response warranted a laugh from you. You shoved him away. “That’s cute, but you’ll have to wait until we get home, dear.”

He wiggled his eyebrows at you, an excited look taking over his face. “Can’t wait!”

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Bawcock

Summary: A glimpse into the domestic/semi-retired life of Bucky Barnes where there’s no such thing as too much sass or love.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: Some swear words; mentions of blood and gore; little bit steamy towards the end

A/N: Here is is! After over a year and four months of nothing new, here we go. Thank you to everyone who has stuck around! A special thanks goes out to @thinkwritexpress-official​ for all her help in making sure this wasn’t a mess and beta-ing for me. Another huge thank you to @mermaidxatxheart​ for supporting me through all the ups and downs of this and convincing me not to throw myself or my computer in a dumpster and set it on fire. Anywho, please enjoy! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated!!!

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It was one of those quiet days that Y/N treasured. 

All that was left to do was to wait for Bucky’s return. 

That, and to settle into Bucky’s worn leather armchair that they found at a consignment shop, grab her new book by her favorite philosophical author, and engross herself in the thoughts of another.

It had been over a week since he had left with AmericanAirline, otherwise known as Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson, on a mission to some undisclosed place. 

Having the house to herself had been nice. It gave her time to pamper herself a bit and also to have some much needed girl time with Wanda.

However, if her fiance was going to be any longer, she would have to go ahead and get started on their ‘dream’ garden. They had to get their seeds sown before it was too late in the season. Bucky, nonetheless, was adamant before he left that she wasn’t to so much as touch one weed because this was their garden. And he would be damned if he wasn’t there to partake in the fun. 

Y/N was just waiting for the day for him to ask to get a goat. Not that she would begrudge him one. Her only secret condition would be that they had to name him after one of the Avengers. She would never admit it out loud, but she wanted a whole tribe of them. They had more than enough property and they were a highlight of their time in Wakanda.

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Bawcock

Summary: A glimpse into the domestic/semi-retired life of Bucky Barnes where there’s no such thing as too much sass or love.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: Some swear words; mentions of blood and gore; little bit steamy towards the end

A/N: Here is is! After over a year and four months of nothing new, here we go. Thank you to everyone who has stuck around! A special thanks goes out to @thinkwritexpress-official​ for all her help in making sure this wasn’t a mess and beta-ing for me. Another huge thank you to @mermaidxatxheart​ for supporting me through all the ups and downs of this and convincing me not to throw myself or my computer in a dumpster and set it on fire. Anywho, please enjoy! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated!!!

Masterlist

It was one of those quiet days that Y/N treasured. 

All that was left to do was to wait for Bucky’s return. 

That, and to settle into Bucky’s worn leather armchair that they found at a consignment shop, grab her new book by her favorite philosophical author, and engross herself in the thoughts of another.

It had been over a week since he had left with AmericanAirline, otherwise known as Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson, on a mission to some undisclosed place. 

Having the house to herself had been nice. It gave her time to pamper herself a bit and also to have some much needed girl time with Wanda.

However, if her fiance was going to be any longer, she would have to go ahead and get started on their ‘dream’ garden. They had to get their seeds sown before it was too late in the season. Bucky, nonetheless, was adamant before he left that she wasn’t to so much as touch one weed because this was their garden. And he would be damned if he wasn’t there to partake in the fun. 

Y/N was just waiting for the day for him to ask to get a goat. Not that she would begrudge him one. Her only secret condition would be that they had to name him after one of the Avengers. She would never admit it out loud, but she wanted a whole tribe of them. They had more than enough property and they were a highlight of their time in Wakanda.

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Bawcock

Summary: A glimpse into the domestic/semi-retired life of Bucky Barnes where there’s no such thing as too much sass or love.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: Some swear words; mentions of blood and gore; little bit steamy towards the end

A/N: Here is is! After over a year and four months of nothing new, here we go. Thank you to everyone who has stuck around! A special thanks goes out to @thinkwritexpress-official​ for all her help in making sure this wasn’t a mess and beta-ing for me. Another huge thank you to @mermaidxatxheart​ for supporting me through all the ups and downs of this and convincing me not to throw myself or my computer in a dumpster and set it on fire. Anywho, please enjoy! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated!!!

Masterlist

It was one of those quiet days that Y/N treasured. 

All that was left to do was to wait for Bucky’s return. 

That, and to settle into Bucky’s worn leather armchair that they found at a consignment shop, grab her new book by her favorite philosophical author, and engross herself in the thoughts of another.

It had been over a week since he had left with AmericanAirline, otherwise known as Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson, on a mission to some undisclosed place. 

Having the house to herself had been nice. It gave her time to pamper herself a bit and also to have some much needed girl time with Wanda.

However, if her fiance was going to be any longer, she would have to go ahead and get started on their ‘dream’ garden. They had to get their seeds sown before it was too late in the season. Bucky, nonetheless, was adamant before he left that she wasn’t to so much as touch one weed because this was their garden. And he would be damned if he wasn’t there to partake in the fun. 

Y/N was just waiting for the day for him to ask to get a goat. Not that she would begrudge him one. Her only secret condition would be that they had to name him after one of the Avengers. She would never admit it out loud, but she wanted a whole tribe of them. They had more than enough property and they were a highlight of their time in Wakanda.

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Bawcock

Summary: A glimpse into the domestic/semi-retired life of Bucky Barnes where there’s no such thing as too much sass or love.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: Some swear words; mentions of blood and gore; little bit steamy towards the end

A/N: Here is is! After over a year and four months of nothing new, here we go. Thank you to everyone who has stuck around! A special thanks goes out to @thinkwritexpress-official​ for all her help in making sure this wasn’t a mess and beta-ing for me. Another huge thank you to @mermaidxatxheart​ for supporting me through all the ups and downs of this and convincing me not to throw myself or my computer in a dumpster and set it on fire. Anywho, please enjoy! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated!!!

Masterlist

It was one of those quiet days that Y/N treasured. 

All that was left to do was to wait for Bucky’s return. 

That, and to settle into Bucky’s worn leather armchair that they found at a consignment shop, grab her new book by her favorite philosophical author, and engross herself in the thoughts of another.

It had been over a week since he had left with AmericanAirline, otherwise known as Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson, on a mission to some undisclosed place. 

Having the house to herself had been nice. It gave her time to pamper herself a bit and also to have some much needed girl time with Wanda.

However, if her fiance was going to be any longer, she would have to go ahead and get started on their ‘dream’ garden. They had to get their seeds sown before it was too late in the season. Bucky, nonetheless, was adamant before he left that she wasn’t to so much as touch one weed because this was their garden. And he would be damned if he wasn’t there to partake in the fun. 

Y/N was just waiting for the day for him to ask to get a goat. Not that she would begrudge him one. Her only secret condition would be that they had to name him after one of the Avengers. She would never admit it out loud, but she wanted a whole tribe of them. They had more than enough property and they were a highlight of their time in Wakanda.

Keep reading

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Bawcock

Summary: A glimpse into the domestic/semi-retired life of Bucky Barnes where there’s no such thing as too much sass or love.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: Some swear words; mentions of blood and gore; little bit steamy towards the end

A/N: Here is is! After over a year and four months of nothing new, here we go. Thank you to everyone who has stuck around! A special thanks goes out to @thinkwritexpress-official​ for all her help in making sure this wasn’t a mess and beta-ing for me. Another huge thank you to @mermaidxatxheart​ for supporting me through all the ups and downs of this and convincing me not to throw myself or my computer in a dumpster and set it on fire. Anywho, please enjoy! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated!!!

Masterlist

It was one of those quiet days that Y/N treasured. 

All that was left to do was to wait for Bucky’s return. 

That, and to settle into Bucky’s worn leather armchair that they found at a consignment shop, grab her new book by her favorite philosophical author, and engross herself in the thoughts of another.

It had been over a week since he had left with AmericanAirline, otherwise known as Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson, on a mission to some undisclosed place. 

Having the house to herself had been nice. It gave her time to pamper herself a bit and also to have some much needed girl time with Wanda.

However, if her fiance was going to be any longer, she would have to go ahead and get started on their ‘dream’ garden. They had to get their seeds sown before it was too late in the season. Bucky, nonetheless, was adamant before he left that she wasn’t to so much as touch one weed because this was their garden. And he would be damned if he wasn’t there to partake in the fun. 

Y/N was just waiting for the day for him to ask to get a goat. Not that she would begrudge him one. Her only secret condition would be that they had to name him after one of the Avengers. She would never admit it out loud, but she wanted a whole tribe of them. They had more than enough property and they were a highlight of their time in Wakanda.

Unfortunately, the Three Musketeers were on complete radio silence, meaning that there was no way of knowing where they were at, if they were successful, or when they were due to return. If they came home. 

‘No!’ she mentally chastised herself, wanting to squish that bit of anxiety that tried to creep through the peace. ‘Everything will be fine.’

She had the utmost faith in the Winter Soldier’s capabilities. He would be fine and home soon. Back in her arms. Safe. 

She just had to keep telling herself that.

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It wasn’t until the sun had sunk below the tree line that she heard the opening and closing of the front door. 

“Bucky?” she called out, setting her book to the side. She reached her arms up and curved her back, releasing the tension that had built in her from remaining stationary for so long. 

The man stuck his head around the corner and gave her a wide smile… but something was off. “Hey, darling,” Bucky’s husky voice greeted, causing a familiar shiver to go down her spine. 

Y/N didn’t waste any more time, tossing the book on the coffee table and scrambling out of the nest of blankets she had collected over the hours to scurry over to where he stood in all of his Super Soldier glory.

Her eyes widened in shock. “Holy fuck, Buck. Did you slaughter a pig and bathe in its blood before coming home?” Still dressed in his black stealth gear and equipped in his many, many knives, he was also covered in bits and pieces of coagulated blood and… was that brain matter?

He offered a sheepish smile in return. “Code red, babe.”

“Hm,” Y/N hummed with pursed lips. “I can see that.”

Towards the beginning of their relationship, they came up with a code to let each other know how bad things were mentally or physically upon arrival at home so the other could help where needed. 

Sometimes… Sometimes the missions would leave more than just a physical scar, resulting in restless nights full of nightmares, panic attacks and bouts of anger, but it wasn’t something he would let anyone outside of his house see, not even Steve. She was his safe place and he thanked whatever higher power out there everyday to have someone like her in his life. Sometimes he had thoughts that he wasn’t worth anything, but Y/N was right there, reassuring him that everyone had a purpose in life and without him, the world would be a very different place. Plus, if he was out of the picture, what would be left of her? She’d probably be in some institution herself. 

Together, they kept each other sane. 

Their codes were based on the stoplight system. 

Code red was pretty easy to guess, but in spite of the code, Bucky was still in his ‘everything-is-completely-fine’ persona. She wouldn’t see the mental wounds until later that night. 

Thankfully for the carpet, the ex-Winter Soldier kept his distance, remaining on the tiled flooring of the entryway. They had a rule that no blood was to make it on the carpet, period. If that happened, Y/N would go into a cleaning frenzy until she was certain that everything was back to its original condition. Though the rule carried on from the Compound, this was their first home after all and they would be damned if - for any reason other than godly interference (with the explicit exception of those of Asgardian form) - the house would remain in top-notch condition. 

Together, they had built this home after Thanos and his army was decimated once and for all. They both kept working for a while, doing odd free-lance work here and there, trying to make the world a better place and all. But as soon as the house was completed, a decision had been made to go into retirement...or at least, semi-retirement. It was time to let the younger people take over. Of course, with her, Bucky always felt like he was in the prime of his life. Despite being well over a hundred years old, she kept him young… and in good shape.

He smiled at the thought, hoping that good times were but a shower away. Or maybe good times in the shower? Hm, the possibilities. 

Y/N was oblivious to where his thoughts had gone, worried within her own thoughts, but kept a cool exterior. “Now, question. Just right off the bat. Totally random.” She let her eyes sweep over his gore-covered form. “Is that all just one person’s insides, or multiple persons?” Then she sniffed and made an exaggerated look of disgust. “And when on earth was the last time you showered?” Still, she decided his cheek looked relatively clear of body fluids and went up on her tippy-toes to press a quick kiss to it before stepping back and further assessing her partner with a soft shake of her head. “But seriously, you stink.”

“And yet, you still kissed me,” he gloated, managing to keep his hands to himself, not wanting to dirty her favorite sweater (though they both knew her favorite was one of his; he just wasn’t allowed to bring it up). “Albeit, I wish it was more than just a peck on my cheek, but eh, I’ll take what I can get.” He paused. “For now.” Then he gave Y/N another cheeky smile before heading to the bathroom dubbed the ‘Taint to Daint Area’. Bucky proudly thought of it himself. 

Watching his retreating form, or rather, his retreating ass, Y/N shook her head in disbelief at his antics and quietly asked herself, “Why are you like this?” knowing full well that she wouldn’t have him any other way. 

Bucky smirked at her over his shoulder as he entered the large bathroom and began to remove his many, many knives, dropping them into the sink to be cleaned properly later.“ Depends on what you mean, dollface. Do you mean the irrevocable handsomeness that is moi, the disturbing amounts of coagulated blood on me, or the always exciting vexatious PTSD?”

Peals of laughter erupted from Y/N as she entered the room after him, stopping to lean a shoulder against the doorway that carried the faint scent of lacquer. “Ha ha, smart ass. But no.” She crossed her arms and nodded towards his lower half. “I was actually referring to your shoes.” 

Keep in mind that approximately 89.7% of the time, Sergeant Barnes would wear his “trustworthy” combat boots. Didn’t matter the occasion. Mission. Stark Parties. Vacationing through the Caymans. Cruise trip that turned into a near bioterrorist attack.  He always stood firm on the fact that he had to make sure he was always prepared to kick ass anytime, anywhere, and he wasn’t going to do so in “fucking sneakers.” Mr. Always-Prepared would then make it abundantly clear to everyone “that it wasn’t because he couldn’t do it in sneakers. It just looked cooler with his kickass boots.”

So imagine Y/N’s surprise when the Winter Soldier came home still in all his gear… but with the great exception of the highlighter-yellow Crocs on his feet. And, to top it off? Inside the offensive shoes were shockingly white tube socks instead of his usual black worn in all other instances.

Both were clearly new as they were the only part of his ensemble that remained spared from the obvious bloodbath.

His pale blue eyes flickered down as if having forgotten what he was wearing. He nodded to himself then turned to Y/N and shrugged without a care in the world, moving to disassemble the buckles on his vest. “They’re surprisingly functional,” he answered simply. 

As if that explained anything. 

Y/N moved to grab the plastic tote kept under the sink for such disrobing instances. It kept the rest of the house safe from a variety of bodily fluids until the offending clothes made way to the laundry room… or if bad enough, the burn pile a quarter-mile deep in the woods. 

 “Right,” she articulated speculatively. “As opposed to the boots you swear will go to the grave with you?”

Bucky dropped the dark vest into the tote, leaving him in a damp black tank top before moving to disassemble his thigh harness. 

Y/N once again had to restrain herself from where her thoughts led. 

“Fewer laces to undo to get me down to my knickers,” he snickered at her, knowing exactly where her thoughts had drifted to. 

She had to force herself not to blush. “You’re avoiding the topic.”

With an exaggerated sigh from him, she knew she was in for a story. Bucky dropped the harness to the ground and took a seat on the ledge of the bath, turning his undivided attention to his wonderful and naughty fiance. “Well, to start, I put part of the blame on you.”

Y/N gasped loudly. “Me?”, she asked incredulously, pressing a hand to her chest as it was one of the most ridiculous things she had ever heard. “How?”

Bucky nodded his head with a solemn expression, looking down at his brightly covered feet. “Yes, you,” he affirmed. “Let’s see. It all started after the bloodbath of a lifetime and I was covered head to toe in various body parts and goo and shit. Then I realized we had to travel 12 clicks back to base camp… and my shoes were squishy and just gross.”

The skeptical woman looked up at the ceiling as if it held all the answers to this craziness before refocusing her attention on her clearly delusional man. “As if ‘gross’ boots have ever stopped you before,” she pointed out. “‘I’m a hard man that served my country. Even almost got trench foot. I like to bathe in the blood of my enemies.’ Blah blah blah,” she mimicked in a gruff voice, trying to do her best impression of Bucky. 

Bucky scowled at her in response. “I do not sound like that.”

Y/N shrugged, “Mm, sure you don’t. Still fail to see how any part of your footwear preferences is my fault.”

The Super Soldier pouted at her for a moment before realizing she wasn’t going to let up on the subject. With another hearty sigh, he continued. “You’re part in this is that you now have me accustomed to a life of luxury and comfort. I used to be a total badass. And I did have trench foot, thank you very much. But now? The thought of having to walk miles to base from the mission point in… well, I’ll spare you the details, but let’s just say that there was no way in hell that was going to happen. Just plain gross.”

“Gross,” she echoed flatly, trying to decide if he was punking her or if he was being serious. 

Bucky gave a hum of affirmation, reaching behind him to turn on the shower before working on getting his pants off. 

She shook her head to clear it, holding a hand up. “Okay. Fine. Life of luxury. Whatever. Now I just have two questions. What happened to your old boots and where the hell did you find those...monstrosities?” She paused for a moment. “Correction. I have three. First, how the heck did you of all people end up drenched in human bits? You’re the most meticulous and precise person I’ve ever met, this isn’t your usual style. Nor Steve’s, and I highly doubt Sam would be a part of whatever this,” she gestured to the tote between them, “is.”

For the first time since returning home, Bucky’s playful demeanor dropped as he scowled at the soiled clothes. “There were civilians,” he grunted out, angrily shucking off his pants. 

Y/N sucked on her teeth, suddenly understanding the severity of the situation. “Hostages?”

Bucky threw his hands up in exasperation before testing the water to make sure it was at an agreeable temperature. “That’s what we all thought! Wasn’t the case… at all,” he spat out bitterly. Water evidently to his liking, he stripped the rest of the way and stepped under the high-pressured spray. 

Y/N didn’t hesitate to strip and climb into the shower behind him, immediately going to wrap her arms around his waist from behind, settling her forehead on the spot between his shoulder blades. “How bad?” she asked.

Beneath her, the man let out a shudder of breath, his shoulders slumped forward, head dropping. He reached out with one hand to grasp the wall as if anchoring himself to something solid. Then, he whispered, “There was only one way for it to end.”

There was a moment of silence. “I’m sorry,” she finally whispered, moving so they stood chest to chest. She reached up, cupping his cheek within her palm. “We can talk more about it when you’re ready.” 

He smiled at her, a small one, but real this time, ducking his head to hers and pulled her closer. “I love you.” 

Y/N smiled back. “I love you too, bawcock.”

She could see the ‘Error 404’ happening in Bucky’s mind when he stood up straight, staring blankly at her. Y/N let out a small giggle, grabbing the shampoo and lathering his hair, waiting for him to catch up.

As she was beginning to rinse his hair, he snapped out of it. “Bawcock?” he questioned loudly, confusion taking over his expression. “Bawcock? What the fuck?!” Y/N let out another giggle, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling herself closer. “Yes, Bawcock.” Giving him a brilliant smile that had his heart skipping a beat, she explained, “It means, ‘a fine fellow’.” She pressed up on her toes, getting close enough that their lips were just centimeters from meeting, teasing him. Before he could give in and kiss her, she pulled back with another sly smile. “It’s either that or Lambkins. Your choice.” 

Bucky’s hands dropped to her ass and picked her up, her legs instinctively wrapping around his middle. He dropped his forehead to hers and whispered. “I swear, you are so much trouble.” 

She pressed her bare breasts against his chest and tightened her legs around him, looking up at him through her eyelashes. “But you wouldn’t have me any other way,” she replied smugly, tangling her fingers in his now short locks. 

Unable to hold back any longer, Bucky pressed his lips against hers, pouring the emotions he was feeling into his movements, Y/N’s touch lifting some of the darkness brewing under his skin.

Y/N was the one to pull back, panting. “I will never get used to that.”

He nuzzled her neck, pressing small kisses randomly. “Good, because we have a lifetime together of it.”

“Even longer, bawcock.”

Bucky pulled back with a scowl. “No. That’s not going to stick.”

Y/N arched an eyebrow in defiance. “Oh yeah? And how are you going to stop me?”

“Oh, I’ll show you,” he responded with a mischievous grin, slowly dropping to his knees. He pressed a slow kiss to her stomach before making eye contact with her. “All I’m going to be hearing for the next while will be my name and some of those beautiful moans I love to hear coming from your lips.” 

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In the end, they both got what they wanted. 

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Ooooo I’m so excited for this!

Wanda seems a bit salty! Then again, it seems like whatever Ava has to say is going to be life changing.

Also, am I a bad person for never trusting pre-existing boyfriends?

It’s Always You {1}

Ok. Chapter One is finally here. I hope you enjoy it. Yes, I posted a sneak peek a couple weeks ago. This has since been updated, revised and is extended.  Thank you so so so so so much to @everythingisoverrated​ for putting up with my insanity on this one. I made the mood board myself specifically for this story. If you want to be added or removed, send me an ask.

Pairing: Bucky X OFC

Word Count: 1964

Warnings: Mentions of suicide, angst, trauma, car accident. Sarcasm like you’ve never seen. Oh boy.

Summary: Ava has been in a car accident. When she wakes up, she’s surprised to find Captain America waiting for her. Will she be able to help him find the answers they’re both looking for? 

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The last thing I remember is the set of headlights coming directly at the left side of my car. The screeching of metal twisting, the hollow popping as the door panels crack and the shattering of glass are the last noises I hear. 

Silence.

Blissful. 

Pain-free.

Silence. 

The next sound I become slowly aware of is a quiet beeping. A steady, even rhythm. 

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why you should keep writing your story

because it’s a puzzle no one else will ever arrange the same way as you.

because there are ideas that simply won’t come to you until you write down the wrong words.

because all the bad scenes are the bones of the wonderful scenes.

because someone will love it: someone will read it once, and twice, and thrice; someone will ramble to you about the complexity of it; someone will doodle your characters out of love; someone will find it in exactly what they were looking for with or without knowing it.

because they have things to say, your characters. they’ve told you all those secrets and they have more to tell you, if you will listen.

because you love it even when you don’t; even when it drives you mad or when it accidentally turns into apathy; even when you think you’re doing it all wrong; you love it, and it loves you back.

because you can get a treasure even from things that go wrong; because if a story crumbles down you can build a shinier one on the same spot; because you won’t know where it will take you until it takes you there.

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The amount of screaming and self-contempt that goes into writing is ridiculous and I totally forgot about it.

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this is genius!!!!

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Things are changing around here and with that, came a new username.

Changed from DS-AKITA-D to PSYCHED2B

Min light of this change, links may not be working until I get them updated.

And for the time being, I will be discontinuing “One Touch” and “All My Heroes”.

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To be clear, this doesn’t mean that I’ve given up.

It’s just time to change some things.

Stay tuned, my dudes!

The Truth

The real reason why I haven’t been writing… It took me a while to actually accept it.

So I stopped writing just over a year ago and I made the excuse of school, and that was partially correct. I was finishing up that degree that semester and it was the semester from hell.

HOWEVER.

I was spending every single day at my best friends house during the day while she studied for the MCAT and I worked on school work. But she knew I was passionate about writing fanficiton and after a while, asked to read something. I pulled up my favorite fic that I had written and lead off that it was one of my earlier fics.

She read through the whole thing and said it was good, but she could tell that I had written it back in high school because it wasn’t that good.

I, of course, just played it off and acted like that was the truth and never said anything again.

But as I sit here… for months… waiting for inspiration to hit….. it doesn’t.

I decided to try out a therapy technique called EMDR to see if I could find what triggered this because I feel lost and incredibly depressed over having lost something I was so passionate about…. and that’s the ONE memory that came up.

And that part that kills me the most? The fact that I let someone else’s opinion impact my life that much. So I’m a bit ashamed. But that’s the truth of it.

I REALLY do want to get back to it. I’ve tried over a hundred times. So I’m hoping that writing this down may be theraputic…. but maybe it’s a waste… I don’t know.

But I haven’t stopped because I didn’t want to write anymore. Because I want nothing more than that.

So, thank you to everyone who keeps reading my writing while waiting. I greatly appreciate it….and I hope (sooner rather than later), I can get back to something I love.

Thanks for listening.

X Bri

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✏️ I want to see what you do with these prompts: 60. “You’re lying, you’re blushing.” - “Shut up, no I’m not!” 11. I could really use a hug right about now. 9. Stop being so cute

Oh, I just realized that the drabble thing I sent didn’t have a person-I meant to put Bucky!       

YES! I LOVE THIS!

9. Stop being so cute.

11. I could really use a hug right about now.

60. “You’re lying, you’re blushing.” “Shut up, no I’m not!”

“Hey babe?” you called out from the bedroom, digging around the back of your closet. You were starting to realize that maybe you were a slob and a deep cleaning may be due.

“Yeah?” Bucky yelled back from elsewhere in the house.

“Have you seen my blanket?”

“No.”

You jumped, spooked when he popped up right behind you. You spun around and playfully swatted at him. “I’m going to get you a damn bell,” you told him.

He smiled down at you in amusement. “Good luck getting it on me.” He then shifted his attention to the closet that you had torn apart. “Uh, what are you doing?

In return, you gave him a sheepish smile. “I think I lost my favorite fall blanket. You know, the one with the super soft fake fur?” You noticed a flash of mischief in his eyes. Narrowing your eyes, you asked again. “Are you sure you don’t know where it’s at?”

His face, neck, and ears turned red and he looked away. “Nope, why would I know? You probably just misplaced it.”

You stared him down, hoping he would cave but he just avoided your gaze.

“You’re lying,” you declared, pointing a finger and gesturing to his face. “You’re blushing!”

He turned away, covering his face with both hands and defended himself. “Shut up! No, I’m not!”

You jumped on to his back, wrapping your arms around his neck and legs around his waist. “Admit it!” you yelled with a laugh. “You took it!”

Bucky grabbed your thighs, holding you to him as he spun around a few times playfully, trying to make you dizzy. “Did not!” he sang, laughing along.

“Stop!” you giggled, squeezing him tight trying to hold on for dear life (though you knew he wouldn’t do anything to intentionally danger you).

Bucky released his hold on you and you jumped off and sprinted for the living room. There on your favorite couch was your blanket. You dove into the couch and securely wrapped the blanket around you, noting how it was already warm.

Your husband stomped into the living room after you stopped and smiled when he saw you curled up in the blanket partly covering your head like a hood and wrapped around you.

“You know, you should really stop being so cute, “ he told you, walking over to your side and plopped down next to you, causing you to fall into his side.

You rolled your eyes. “And you should really stop lying, ya damn blanket thief!”

“Hey! I was just trying to get it all warmed up for you!” he defended with a laugh. “As I am such good husband who cares so deeply for his wife, I think you should include me in the blanket cuddles.”

You pretended to think it over for a moment, looking deep in thought. Then you smiled and nodded, opening the blanket up to him so he could slide right in. “I actually could really use a Bucky hug right about now. Plus, you’re hot.”

Bucky wrapped his arms around you and you pulled the blanket over the two of you. You could feel his chest rumble when he laughed, “Thanks, babe. You too.”

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1, 18 and 32 with Bucky? CONGRATS ON 200 YOU DESERVE WAY MORE

Aww, thank you, dear! Here you go!

1. That’s starting to get real annoying.18. Can you shut up for five minutes? Please?32. …or we could make out…

“Y/N, what movie won best picture in 1991?”

You looked over your shoulder towards Bucky, a scowl on your face. “What makes you think that I would know the answer to that?”

The Winter Soldier grinned at you and shrugged his shoulders. “IDK.”

You narrowed your eyes suspiciously at him using IM slang but chose not to comment. Instead, you turned your attention back to your binoculars that were aimed in the direction of the militia group you and Bucky were supposed to be gathering intel on to see if they posed a threat to world peace.

“Y/N, where can I hide a body?”

You squeezed your eyes shut and took a deep breath before answering, not looking away from the group about a mile out. “Are you supposed to be some master assassin. That would be a question you could answer yourself.” You adjusted the comm in your ear that was playing live feedback from the conversation happing between the militia members. “They are discussing where to place an IED,” you murmured quietly, knowing Bucky would be able to hear you.

Bucky shuffled closer to you so you were shoulder to shoulder. Instead of facing the same direction you were, he was sitting with his back to the group, assembling his long range sniper rifle.

You glanced at the handsome soldier sideways, smiling when you saw the concentrated look on his face. He was in his element.

“Y/N,” Bucky started again, not breaking concentration as he filled a clip with bullets. “What’s the value of pi?”

“3.14159265359,” you responded automatically. Then you paused, catching on to what he was doing. “Are you treating me like Alexa?” you asked in an incredulous tone, turning to face the idiot man.

Bucky didn’t look up from what he was doing, just shrugging his shoulders. “You do know everything.”

You smacked his shoulder before turning your attention back to the group. “Yeah, well, that’s starting to get real annoying. So cut it out.”

Bucky shifted, moving so he was now facing the same direction as you, setting his rile up properly, checking the scope. “Y/N. What’s the mass of the sun in grams?”

“UGH!” you exclaimed as loudly as you dared to. “Can you shut up for five minutes? Please?? I’m trying to listen! And who would even know the answer to that question?”

You were surprised when Bucky actually remained quiet. He became completely still, shoulders relaxed and breathing slowed. Despite his relaxed appearance, you could sense that he was tense, prepared to strike at just a moments notice.

You both listened in on the conversation between the militia members, learning that they went ahead and placed the bomb and got the exact location and time it was set to go off. From what you had gathered, there was no given reason behind the bombing other than to show that they could. You also learned that the only members of the group were the ones present.

“Am I clear to shoot?” Bucky asked, looking to you sideways for confirmation.

“Proceed,” you told him with a small nod of your head. “Just incapacitate so we can bring them in. I’ll call the team for an extraction and to make sure the bomb gets taken care of properly.”

Bucky nodded in response. Six quick shots and the men were all down.

Bucky was quick to dismantle and put away his rifle, quick to join you in handcuffing the militia members.

Once the final one was properly secured, Bucky turned to you, that damn smile back on his face.

“Y/N, what’s the tea?”

You released a loud groan and looked up to the heavens. “I swear to god, asshole. I’m going to dump your ass and leave you for the wildcats to get you.”

Bucky moved to your side, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulled you flush against his thick body. “…or,” he slowly drawled, “we could make out.”

His response warranted a laugh from you. You shoved him away. “That’s cute, but you’ll have to wait until we get home, dear.”

He wiggled his eyebrows at you, an excited look taking over his face. “Can’t wait!”

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Bucky Drabble Challenge: 200 Follower Celebration

Thank you to @mermaidxatxheart for this drabble request!!

10. Welcome Back. Now fuck help me!

Tony was going to kill you. You knew this for a fact.

You looked around you, taking in the carnage that was inflicted on his house under your charge.

It looked like a bomb went off. There were streamers hanging down and off of everything. There were beer bottles, both empty and half full, on every single flat surface (and some not so flat). Cushions from the couches were either missing or torn to shreds, white stuffing everywhere. The most perplexing thing? Someone found a door, propped it up on two chairs and played beer pong, leaving behind a half finished game.

And there were people passed out everywhere.

Sam, Clint, Natasha, Wanda…even Steve fucking Rogers was passed out next to Thor who clearly brought some Asgardian mead to the festivities.

There were also agents from Shield: Maria, Sharon, and others you didn’t recognize.

A quick head count showed that there were forty-two people passed out in Tony Stark’s house. Not the compound. His fucking house in the goddamn Hamptons.

All of this happened because Bucky decided that it was date night. You were going to fucking kill him if you found out he was in on this.

Bruce Banner peaked his head into the living room and gulped when he saw you standing there, immediately tried to duck away.

“Where do you think you’re going?” you called out in an even tone, not looking away from the destruction.

You could hear him let out a single expletive before he inched his way over to you in a cautious manner. “G-go-good morning, Y/N,” he stammered out, playing with his fingers. A nervous habit.

Slowly, you turned your head to face him, eyes narrowed. “Good morning, Doctor Banner,” you echoed in a hard tone. “Care to share what happened here?”

The poor man gulped, weary of your imminent anger that was brewing just below the surface. “W-well, I-uh.” He cleared his throat before trying again. “Loki seemed to put it in Thor’s mind that having a party while Tony was away would be a good idea and since you were out of the house, it would be the only time it could happen. And Thor thought it was a grand idea and got Sam and Clint in on it.”

“Mhm,” you hummed, not impressed. “And where were you?”

“I was chasing them around, trying to get them to stop. Then Loki sent me through a portal to Dr. Strange’s Sanctum Sanctorum.”

You let out an exasperated sigh, running a hand over your face. “Do you know if my husband happened to be in on it?”

“…I plead the fifth.”

Strong arms wrapped themselves around your middle, pulling you to Bucky’s broad chest as he nuzzled the side of your neck affectionately. “Good morning, doll.”

You reached back and pinched his side, causing him to squeal like a pig, releasing you from his grip. You spun on your heel and pointed a finger in his face with one hand and pointed to the mess behind you with the other.

“Did you have anything to do with this?” you demanded haughtily.

He leaned around you and took in the scene, letting out a low whistle. “Damn, I didn’t think they would actually go through with it.”

You struck fast, grabbing and twisting his ear, pulling him down to your level, fire blazing in your eyes. “You best believe it, Mr. Barnes,” you snarled. “Welcome back. Now fucking help me clean this up!”

You released his ear and spun back to the mess. “Oh, and by the way,” you called over your shoulder, “No sex for the next year.”

You could hear the whine that came from him, knowing he was looking at you in disbelief, but wouldn’t dare question it.

Bruce, watching the whole exchange, had forced himself not to smile when he saw your smirk.

In truth, you weren’t worried about the mess. You knew you could find Loki and get him “to see your way” and clear up the whole house with just a wave of his hand.

You were more upset that you missed out on such a good time.

But Bucky didn’t need to know that.

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