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[ksgeekgirl]

One Year Anniversary

Submission for #kaits8kangstchallenge. So sorry to Kait (@bionic-buckyb) for the lateness of this post, but hope you like it. No beta, and lots of caffeine, so all grammar errors and type-o’s are mine. Only my second piece i’ve let out, so please be gentle ;)

Word Count: 1833 (cause i’m a long winded bitch)

Warnings: language, hint o’smut - there is more to this if anyone is interested in reading it. 

IMAGE IS NOT MINE. I FOUND IT ON GOOGLE WITH NO CLEAR SOURCE. IF IT’S YOURS, PLEASE LET ME KNOW AND I’LL GIVE YOU CREDIT. 

One-year punch

12 months punch

365 days punch

One trip around the fucking sun. 

With one final punch I fell against the heavy bag, wiping my hair back as sweat drips off the tip of my nose onto the puddle i’m making on the mat. Out of, habit, i rub the fresh scar on my side, only the bumpy flesh and tinge of pain reminding me it was there. When I joined the Avengers a year ago, I didn’t think this was how my “work anniversary” would go. 

Alone. Six months after a gunshot wound. Being a mere mortal among heroes wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. 

So, here I am. Perfectly healed, in fact I was in better shape than Nat currently, but I was here holding down the fort while the rest of the team was out on a mission. All because the good Captain didn’t think I was “up to the challenge.” 

Bottom line. Steve Rogers doesn’t like me. 

It’s taken me a full year to admit it, because everyone likes me. But not Steve. He’s never liked me and he doesn’t want me on the team. But here I am. 

When we first met, I was in awe of him--and it wasn’t the physical aspect. Not that I didn’t notice. I mean have you seen him? WOW. I MAY have even gawked seeing him shirtless for the first time. In fact, I had to keep myself from petting him, but I digress. The real reason for the awe was that he has integrity. Real, honest to god, integrity. 

In a world of instagram stars and man buns, old-fashioned integrity is in short supply. It only took one conversation with Steve - not Cap but STEVE - to know that he had integrity in spades. He doesn’t just treat people with respect. He actually respects them. 

Except for me. 

To him, Y/FN Y/LN was just one more asset that needed protection. He is warm and engaging with other team members. But when interacting with me, he’s ALL business. No eye contact. No encouragement. 

And i’ve tried. I’ve managed to find my way with all the team members. I won Thor over with baked goods, who knew the god of Thunder had a sweet tooth. I got on Bruce’s good side by digging in and learning the science and not just glazing over. Hell, I trained so hard that i could spar with Bucky when it came to knives. 

The Winter Fucking Solider calls me doll and is more encouraging that Steve. Nothing I do is ever enough for him. 

Y/N picked the wrong movie. Y/N cooked the wrong food. Y/N isn’t ready for the mission and should stay here. Every disappointing look and backhanded comment was a dagger that twisted, not only in your gut but in your heart. 

And what happened when you did finally go on a mission? Steve was proved right and you were shot. Never mind that you were able to get the files the team went in for while bleeding out. Or that you had your wits about you enough that you landed a knife in the jugular on the bad guy before passing out. Nope, getting shot = not ready to Cap. 

Following that mission, I was in the hospital for a week. I lost a lot of blood and it was touchy for a while. I don’t even remember the first two days, but when I came too the entire team took turns staying with me. 

Except Steve. 

Oh, he came by. Stood in the door. Asked if I was okay. Chastised me for taking a stupid risk. But that was it. 

In the six months that followed, I have completely recovered - ask the heavy bag and Tony’s many doctors - but still no mission. Only Captain America can green light you returning to the field. And even with integrity...Captain America couldn’t see past what Steve Rogers thought. 

So with that, i’m done trying. 

I took a deep breath, resting my forehead on the bag, the weight of the last year weighing on me and the realization that I wouldn’t likely have a second anniversary heavy on my heart. Taking a pull off my water bottle I pushed the bag away, making it swing as I delivered a hard one-two punch. Imagining Steve’s face as the jab landed. 

“Fuck Steve Rogers” 

“Language” 

A chill ran up my spine as the deep baritone echoed through the training room. i can’t catch a break with this man. I took a deep breath and went back to swinging, the sound of my punches landing filling the silence. 

“Welcome back Captain. Hope the mission went well.” 

Steve walked over and steadied the bag. Holding it as i kept swinging, the chink of the chain holding the bag silenced. The thud of my punches matching my heartbeat. 

“It was successful,” he quipped “nobody got shot.” 

I stopped briefly, snarling at him as I kneed the bag, pushing him back a little. “Well good, we sure can’t afford to have two of us out for six months, but then again everyone else heals faster don’t they?” 

“Y/N”

I could see the muscle in his jaw flex. A sure sign he was frustrated with me. I punched even harder, my shirt soaked through with sweat. Shoulders and thighs burning...I was going to pay for this in the morning. 

“Y/N. Stop.” 

But I couldn’t make myself. I aimed a side kick at the bag, and Steve to be honest, but he’s a damn super solider and caught my leg. His hand on my calf sending shivers up my spine as I looked at him. 

“Let go of my leg Cap.” 

“We need to talk Y/N...” 

“Fantastic. Let. Go. Of. My. LEG.” I yanked my leg from his hand as I said this, walking away. I kept my back to Steve as I gathered my emotions, beginning to unwrap my hands. “What do you want to talk...”

Steve cut me off, “Y/N you are training entirely too hard. You could aggravate your injury. You’re not healed yet.” 

“But actually I am Steve.” I drop down on the bench as I thrown the wraps in the trash. I bend over and begin unlacing my shoes while I talk.” 

“EVERY doctor in Tony’s employ has given me the green light.” I take off my left shoe and throw it down. “In fact, EVERY fucking physical therapist in this tower has said that they don’t need to see me anymore.” My right shoe joins the pile, bouncing as I throw it. 

“So,” I pick up a towel, wiping my face and arms, “unless you’re now DOCTOR Captain America, I AM OK.” 

Breathing heavy, more from anger than from the work out, I pull off my t-shirt and throw it into the hamper. As usual, Steve isn’t making eye contact but staring in the mid-distance at the mat. Letting out a big sigh, I run my hands through my sweaty hair and cross my arms under my breasts. 

“Can you at least look at me when you fire me Steve?”

His head snaps up, finally rewarding me with eye contact. The full brunt of his blue gaze causing me to squirm a little and wonder if I had escalated this too quickly. 

“Fire you?” He asks a little confused before letting loose a bitter laugh. “Why in the world would I fire you Y/N?”

“Isn’t that what you wanted to talk to me about? Letting me go?” Doubt starts to creep in as I gnaw on my lower lip, watching him. 

“No. Not at all. I wanted to talk to you about...I mean...I think we need to talk about...really I need to tell you how...” Steve shoves his hands in his pockets, looking around. Finally he squares his shoulders and walks over, so close to me that I can see the flecks of green in his cornflower eyes. “We need to talk about us.” 

“And by us, you mean how you can barely tolerate me?” I retort, holding my ground. “Don’t waste your time Steve. You win, I’m done trying.” 

“Wait. What?” Steve looks genuinely confused. I feel myself soften, thinking this is the break i’ve wanted but there is no time to soften now. 

“Come on Steve. I can tell by the way you look at me.” 

“And how exactly am I looking at you Y/N?” Steve is standing in full Captain America pose,  hands on his hips, feet spread wide, jaw clinched. The only sound in the room is the fans whirring and our breath. So it’s come to this. 

“You look like you’re going to punch me,” I smart back, my chin tilting up. A challenge against my better judgement. 

“I was actually going to kiss you, but if you’re into that sort of thing then i’m out.”

My eyes widened, stammering as I looked up at him, “What? I’m so confused. You what?” My brain unable to complete a thought. 

Steve reached out and took my hand in his, thumb running over my knuckles red from my workout, a half smile on his face. 

“Y/N, it’s not that I don’t like you. I like you too much. You’re smart. You’re funny. You’re fearless -- even when you should be. You remind me of Peggy, but not in an ‘old flame way’ but in a ‘there’s a woman that could challenge me’ way.” 

As i stare at him, like a guppy gasping for air as he moves his free hand to cup my cheek. Caressing my jaw as he tilts my chin up. 

“When you go shot, I was terrified. I couldn’t do anything but sit there. I couldn’t even donate blood.” He chuckled at the dumbfounded look on my face. “So, I took it out on you. I can’t be scared if you aren’t in danger. But that isn’t fair.” 

“So, our friends took matters into their own hands and told me that i talked to you or they would.” Steve let out a big breath, resting his forehead on mine. “THAT’S what I wanted to talk to you about.” 

i shook my head slightly, eyebrows knitted together. 

“But you don’t like me...” my brain unable to catch up with what he is saying. 

“Maybe this will help you understand.” 

With that, Steve leans down. His breath ghosting over my face as my eyes close. I’m fairly sure i’m hallucinating until I feel that pressure of his soft lips against mine. The touch is like plugging into an electrical socket as I let out a small gasp. Steve seizing the opportunity to brush his tongue against my lower lip, coaxing my mouth open. I feel him smile against me as our tongues meet, the knuckles of his hand trapped between us grazing my nipples through my sports bra. 

It was too much. 

I slowly step back, our lips the last thing to separate. I needed physical distance to process everything. My eyes slowly blinking as I look up at Steve, a slow smile spreading across his face. 

“Y/N...are you okay?”

Then, with all the polish an sophistication I could muster, I find my voice. 

“I’m sweaty.” 

Really? Not what I meant to say. Nope. The only explanation is that Steve Rogers short circuited my brain. And just like that he starts laughing. It’s the most joyous thing i’ve ever heard, and i’m not even upset that he’s laughing at me. 

“Y/N if i’d have known that was all it too to get you to shut up, I’d have done that months ago,” he smarts off while wiping tears of laugher from his cheeks. My nostrils flare a little as I land a good punch on his arm in response. Getting his laughter under control he rests his hands on my waist, thumbs rubbing little circles on my skin. “Seriously though, are you okay?”

I smile, tentatively moving my hands to his biceps. A small portion of my brain, registers that they feel better than they look.

“Yeah. I’m fine. Surprised, but fine.” Biting my lip, I look up a smile playing across my lips. “But I am sweaty.”

“Very!” He leans forward, placing a kiss on my forehead before stepping back. “You should probably go shower.” 

“Good idea.” I turn and heads towards the elevator and my rooms, leaving Steve standing in the center of the mat. At the elevator doors I push the button and look over my shoulder. Pulling my hair to the side as I shoot Steve a wink. 

“You coming Cap or you just gonna stand there?” 

The slap of his feet hurrying across the mat letting me know that my Avengers anniversary wasn’t turning out as bad as I thought. 

Tags: @bionic-buckyb @heather-lynn

[a-home-for-stray-stories]

Searching

Prompt: “I can’t believe you found my dog! Please take this reward.”         Pairing: Bucky x Reader                                                                           Summary: Your best friend is lost, thanks to a snafu at your apartment complex. Your hunt to find her leads you to a smooth-talking army vet. P.s. there is a little cursing.                                                                         Categories: Angst (over losing your pet), flirty fluff                                             This is my entry for @bionic-buckyb ‘s 5k au challenge!

“Mr. Goodlow, that is a rule set by the federal government and I have no control over it.” Your chair slid back and your head dropped to your free hand, as, yet again, he chewed you out for his mistake. Ramona gave you a sympathetic pout from the other side of your shared desk. After more of the same explanation, he relented when you refused to break the law for his health benefits. As you hung up the phone, you swirled around to your friend, “Why am I here?” “Money…” She answered without turning around. “…employees who treat you like shit, and me.” She flashed you sparkly smile over her shoulder. “Right.” You scoffed, shaking your head as you turned back around to your computer. On the side of its screen was a post-it note with a sketch of your beloved dog, Lira. It was an impromptu sketch you had done, but it was your favorite. Her fluffy, wiry fur was perfectly wild and you had captured her soulful, deep eyes. Looking at it reminded you that you had her waiting for you at home. Smiling, you were about to get back to it when you noticed the soft buzz of your phone. It was your apartment complex. You pushed out from your desk, before calling to your cube mate, “Hey Ramona, I’ll be right back.” You flashed her the phone while leaving the office. Ducking through the hall and throwing out half-hearted greetings, you stumbled into the phone booth. “Hello?” Voice shaking, because your heart was racing thanks to the rarity of this type of phone call and the rarity of that type of cardio. “Ms. Y/L/N?” “Yes?” The attitude was organic, but not necessarily meant to executed. You fidgeted in the booth, waiting. “Ms. Y/L/N, I am sorry to tell you that your dog got out of your apartment while the fire alarms were being checked.” The only thing that kept you from crumbling into a sobbing mess was white-hot, searing anger. You hadn’t received any notices about the fire alarms being checked today. Then the most sickening thought came to your mind, she was running across streets. You had never considered suing someone before in your life. “Ms. Y/L/N?” The voice on the other side broke you out of your spiral, “Is anyone looking for her?” “The maintenance man tried to follow her, but lost her once she made it out of the complex towards the Hewlett subdivision.” “I’m on my way, but this conversation is not over.” You couldn’t think of anything else to say. You even hung up the phone before the young woman could respond Trembling and seething, you came out of the phone booth wanting to fly straight home, but you needed to get your things and let your boss know. Back through the hall, you acknowledged no one. Adding insult to injury, you jammed your hip into the corner of your desk, per usual, but this time a string of colorful curses came out. Ramona flipped around, pulling her headset off, eyebrows creased, “What’s wrong?” “Lir..” You went to speak, but when you tried to say her name your vision blurred with tears and a sob caught in your throat. “I have to go…” You took a breath, grabbing your things. Ramona stood up and got your purse out of its normal resting spot. “She got out.” Ramona nodded and followed you out as she handed you your last items, “I’ll let Jaime know. Let me know if you need any help.” You gave here a nod and a soft thank you as you left, catching a “Good luck!” as you made it to the elevators. After twenty minutes of driving, you wanted to check and make sure she hadn’t come home, but when you got there it was just the maintenance man who’d let her out. Face hot and breath barely on the inside of controlled, you parked your car and sent up a silent prayer in hopes that you wouldn’t say something too cruel to the man. It was a much needed prayer, because he was by your side from the sidewalk to your door throwing apologies, but you couldn’t hear them right now. He even threw in a sob story about his kids losing their dog not two weeks ago. Before going inside to grab her leash and some treats, you mustered up all of the decency your mother instilled in you and turned to the culprit, “Where did you see her last?” “Hewlett Dove Street, that subdivision by that school.” When this was all over, and your normal demeanor came back to you, you would probably regret how hard you slammed that door in his face. Thankfully, he was gone by the time you reemerged. You trotted back down the stairs and decided that going on foot would be the best choice. You’d be able to get to her faster when you saw her, you’d be able to check in back yards and under things, and it’’s a split second decision, so you’re going with it. The Charleston heat was baring down, but that Atlantic ocean air kept it at bay just enough to make it slightly pleasant. An hour after she had gotten out of the door, you were jogging past the Hewlett Dove sign. You entered this subdivision knowing that there was absolutely no way you were leaving without Lira. Shamelessly, you called for her. At the top of your lungs, bellowing her name. If anyone was outside, they were shown her picture. Your head ached from twisting and arching and you couldn’t tell if your chest was tight from the exercise or anxiety. Doubt was starting to creep in. You were wondering how long it had been, but were terrified to look at the clock. Up until this point you’d been able to keep the what-if’s at bay, but physical and emotional exhaustion were setting in. You paused on the sidewalk. Every influx of air, every expansion of your chest ripped your soul apart. Like whispers in your ear, the dark depths of your mind taunted you. She was the one thing your were responsible for, and you lost her. You promised to protect her and odds are she’s hurt. Your hands went to scratching your shoulders and eyes were darting around the neighborhood. You’ll never find her. You don’t even know if she came this way. “Excuse me.”  A frail voice broke you out of your trance. You flipped around to find an elderly woman on her porch, on the house just behind you, “Are you looking for a dog?” You weren’t expecting that question and your brain filtered it like a foreign language. You mulled it over in your head for a couple of seconds, in the meantime glaring at the woman, hands latched to your shoulders, and body twisted. Finally your eyes shot open, “A-a do-dog? Ye- ya- yes!”  You sputtered out, stumbling over your feet as you began towards her house. As you were crossing the yard, you felt the rain drop. You glanced across the sky in time to see the lightning. You hadn’t noticed the storm clouds. You hopped onto the porch, “Did you see her?” You flashed her picture on your phone to the woman. “I didn’t, but the young man down the street came by saying he had someone’s dog at his house.” She adjusted the phone to get a good look. “Oh yes, that looks like the picture he showed me. He looks an awful lot like my Georgie did. Sweet little wiry thing, I miss him. Yup, I remember that bright green collar.” Again, it was hard to believe her words. Finally, a smile broke across your face, “Can I give you a hug?” She let out a belly laugh, “Of course, sweetheart.” As you embraced you thanked her and she put a hand on your shoulder, “They mean so much to us. Now…” She pointed you down the street. “James Barnes lives on Dunn Cove, just one street down.” You flashed her a wide smile and nodded, but just as you turned to leave thunder rumbled throughout the neighborhood. The rain started misting, “She completely shuts down during thunderstorms.” “She’s in a safe spot. He’s a good man..” She let out a tiny giggle, “Despite him being a damn yankee.” You had just made it down the steps when your mouth dropped open with a shocked laugh. You turned around with an amused look and the thickest southern accent your could muster, “My poor dog’s with a yankee during a thunderstorm?” She laughed some more and shook her head, “Who am I to talk? I married one when I was eighteen and those were the most extraordinary seventy years of my life because of that man. Oh, James has a silver Jeep with a US Army sticker on the back window sitting in the driveway.” The rain was now pouring, as you waved a goodbye and headed towards Dunn cove. The journey took about five minutes, but when you turned the corner you saw the longest cove on this planet and no jeep. Alright, James, where the hell is your Jeep. You started to curse the man out loud. “What the hell, James?” You jogged up to the next driveway, only to get more pissed off to see that it was empty. “Come on, James. You couldn’t have said last house on the right or across from the only house with a freaking brick mailbox. Nope, Mr. Barnes has to say “silver Jeep in the driveway”…” you threw up the air quotes as you stomped along the sidewalk, “Well, James, that means I have to go to every freakin’ house and look down every freakin’ driveway of the longest freakin’ cove in the world and it’s raining.” You let out a long groan seeing the red Camry down this driveway. “If I get struck by lightning…” You flipped your head to glance across the street and finally saw it. “Hey, look! A Jeep.” You crossed the street, not missing the fact that it was parked at the very top of the driveway. That jerk could’ve at least backed it up. You caught the army sticker as you made your way to the front door. You rang the door bell with a huff, “Good guy my ass” The door swung open and your mouth went dry. He was wearing gray sweatpants and a black loose-fitting Brooklyn tee. His shirt camouflaged his torso, but if his arms were any indication, he was built. It was his eyes, though, that did you in. A smokey blue framed by dark brown hair and stubble lining his jaw. Ya know, you could be grateful to the man for taking in your dog. “You here about the dog?” You normally found New York accents irritating, but his was so smooth it nearly made you forget about the monsoon beating down behind you. A crack of thunder snapped you out of it quick though. You cleared your throat and fumbled around your pocket for your phone, “Uh, yes…” You showed him your favorite picture of the two of you at the beach, “Please tell me that’s the dog you have.” He crossed his arms around his chest and leaned in close. His forward movement wafted whatever was leftover of his cologne from the day towards you. Despite the chill on your skin, his scent sparked a warmth in your chest. As he was examining the picture, you were trying to maintain composure. Then he cracked a smile and glanced up at you, “That’s her. I’ve been calling her Layla.”  He backed into the house motioning you in. You let out a relieved sigh, pushing wet strands of hair behind your ear, “Close…” You brushed past him, grazing his chest as you passed the door frame,  “It’s Lira.” “Lira? Like Turkish currency?” He came up beside you, smirk on his face, hands on his hips, and just a few inches taller than you. You tried to control the smile on your face by sucking your bottom lip into your teeth, but it failed. You turned towards him, “Turkish, Syrian, Romanian, formerly Italian and Venetian. She’s valuable.” He nodded and inched forward, “It’s a beautiful name. Of course…” He left your side, walking deeper into the house. You followed him into his living room when he flipped around, “It’s not near as beautiful as your name.” Heat flushed your body as you shook your head and moved closer to him. “Ok, that was pretty slick.” You came to a stop in front of him just in time to see his tongue skirt between his lips as he was staring at you, “Y/N. The lady around the corner said your name was James.” “That must have been Candice. Long black hair? Sort of smelled like cinnamon?” You nodded and hummed in agreement. “I go by Bucky, but she likes calling me James.” “Alright, Bucky. Let me guess, Lira has wiggled her way underneath something.” He took a deep breath expanding his chest to the limits of his shirt, the outline proving he was, indeed, built. When he let go of the breath, his chest disappeared into his shirt and your hands desperately wanted to follow.  “Ya, we were just chilling on the couch. I figured she was hungry, so I was feeding her some chicken when this storm hit and she scrambled into my room and under my bed. That was about twenty, thirty minutes ago. Here, I’ll get you a towel and my room is just down that hallway to the left. You can probably get her out.” He jogged off the opposite direction, and you were suddenly cold, but you made your way down the hall, ready to get your eyes on Lira. His room, along with the rest of his house, was generally well kept. There were some clothes on a chair, but the floors were spotless. You paused for a second in the doorway. A t.v., a desk with a laptop, and a few pictures were about all he had in there. “Here’s a towel.” The sudden voice behind you sent a jolt down your spin and a light squeak out of your throat. Bucky grabbed your elbow to steady you.He let out a short laugh, “Shit, doll, I didn’t mean to scare ya.” You let out a quick breath to steady your heart and shook your head,             “My nerves are a little fried from today.”                                                                 “I understand that.” He gave you the towel as he released each your arm.     You wiped the water from your face and the ends of your hair as you made your way to the bed.                                                                                              “Lira?” You went to your stomach, and just on the other side was your fuzzy mess. “Hi, baby!” She let out a low whine and inched forward, stopping when thunder rolled in the distance. “Come on, Lira, let’s go home.” You pulled a soaked treat out from your pocket and that was it. She ended up in your lap, chomping down on her favorite treat, and you couldn’t help but let a single tear slip down your cheek.                                                                                      Bucky stayed propped up against the door frame, “You can either let me drive you home or borrow some of my dry clothes. You’re gonna get sick.”  You glanced at the man and seriously debated your answer.                                   “It’s been a long day. We should go home.” You all but whispered as you clipped her leash onto her harness. The three of you loaded up in his jeep and joked about how you had cursed him while looking for his house.                   “But, I did find your dog.” Bucky raised up his pointer finger as he parked in front of your apartment building.                                                                      “Yes, you did.” You smiled as she slept in your lap. “I’m surprised she even came to you, let alone sat on your couch and ate chicken out of your hand. She was abused before I got her and doesn’t even trust my family. They don’t trust her.”                                                                                                               “Maybe it was easy for me because I didn’t know. Sometimes knowing about the past affects the way you are around them.”  You swiveled your head around to look at him,                                                                                           “Seriously, thank you.” Another one of his smirks broke across his cheek,      “No problem. I do have one request though.”                                            Amused, you leaned your head against the head rest,                                           “I do owe you one.” He moved forward, “I want visiting rights.”                        You let out a laugh and rolled your eyes, “Of course, you can have visiting rights.” 

[valhallaas]

Static {part 3}

Hello again! Here is the final part to this little series for @bionic-buckyb ‘s angst writing challenge! Thank you for taking the time to read it.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings: language and implied smut

Word Count: 2,042

Prompt: “Your legs bleeding.”

“Oh, really? I hadn’t noticed that half of my goddamned blood was flowing out of my leg, thanks for letting me know.”

Part 2

“We’re tearing that fucking place apart.”

“Steve—”

“No, Natasha. I don’t care what you have to say. Do you see her? Do you see what they’ve fucking done to her? I can’t. I just—I can’t.”

“All right, Stevie. Try to relax. Get some rest. I’ll take next watch.”

Steve sighed. A barely audible “Yeah, right,” passing from his lips.

You had no idea what was going on. All you knew was that you hurt. Everything hurt. Your skin, your leg, your eyelids every time you blinked. But you weren’t really blinking. Your eyes were too heavy, and the outside world was still too bright. You weren’t ready for all that yet. Hearing Steve’s voice, though, that about killed you. You had seen Steve at a few of his lowest points; that’s normally when you found your way to each other. Never had you heard him like this. So…so down and utterly broken.

To know it was over you made it so much worse. Why couldn’t you stay away? Why couldn’t you put your feelings for him aside like you did everything else? Why did the thought of shutting him out hurt so goddamn much? So many whys and not enough answers. You’d be screaming and pulling at your roots if you could. You liked knowing all the answers, even if all you were doing was pretending to. But this, this was hard.

It was like Bucky was attuned to you. You weren’t conscious to the outside world, but he knew you were awake; listening. You heard him heave out a heavy sigh when the door closed. That was when you heard the faint beeping of the heart monitor. That’s all it took for you to piece it together. They’d gotten you out and were guarding you at the Avenger’s compound. Stupid, stupid, stupid. You weren’t safe anywhere with anybody. Not anymore.

“Y’know how hard it was to get you out of there with a fucked-up arm, Y/N?” Bucky drawled. Yeah, he definitely knew you were listening. “You and that damn pride. Y’also know that when you use your ability, it leaves an energy behind? I can feel it pulsing in my arm. The closer I am to you, the stronger it gets.”

Leaves an energy behind? That was new. Made sense and was probably how they had managed to find you. You needed to get up now. Focusing all your energy you tried opening your eyes. You knew the room was going to blinding, the white walls and their lack of décor trying to take out your retinas. Squinting, you were amazed it had worked. The world was blurry, and your eyes burned in their sockets. A frown formed on your lips when you focused on Bucky who was staring smugly at you.

“You and that damn pride.”

Your eyes narrowed. That was twice now—you may be in a hospital bed, but you could still shock the shit out of him. You and Bucky Barnes walked a very thin line between love and hate. The feeling in your gut told you that it only leaned towards love because of who his best friend was. Which for you, was saying a lot.

“How long are you going to make him wait before you tell him I’m awake?”

He leaned forward, handing you a cup of water that you took gratefully. “Figured you’d want a minute to breathe before he started rattling off atcha.”

“I tried—”

“I know you did. I told him that—”

“—but it doesn’t matter that you did. You know Steve,”

There was light tapping on the door, the silhouette of a super soldier making your insides turn. It had been a long time since he had made you feel anything that resembled nervous. Your eyes flashed to Bucky’s, who simply shrugged his shoulders. You bit down on your chapped lip, readying yourself.

“She’s awake, Steve.” Bucky called out when you finally nodded your head.

“Are you alright?” Steve blurted out as soon as he was through the door.

You snorted. “Yeah, Stevie. Feeling just fucking peachy.”

You yelped when Bucky flicked the arch of your foot. The both of you glaring at each other, neither one of you backing down. It was only the feeling of Steve’s callused fingertips tracing your jawline that pulled your attention back to him. Your breath caught in your throat at the tender look in his eyes. His blue gaze heavy on you, searching over your face—taking in every flaw that made you, well, you. You weren’t sure you’d ever felt more vulnerable in your life. Damn him, damn him to hell.

“Y/N are you alright?”

“I—I will be.”

You could feel him struggling. Struggling to get the words out. He wanted to know how they found you. He wanted to make sure you’d be okay. He wanted to keep you there with him. You were sure that Steve Rogers had been created specifically to watch you burn. That’s what if felt like. There was a spark between the two of you; always has been. The energy—the static—it buzzed between you freely. Everything about you called out to him, and he always came willingly.

Your lip quivered, eyes ignoring both gazes that were burning into you. You felt it this time. You felt it deep in your bones—in your very being. This was it. This was the last goodbye. There was no way either of you could keep this up. There would be no fighting about it. You’d get out of the med bay, you’d have one last night together. Then you’d be like a phantom, a ghost, a dream that no one was sure if you were actually real or not.

                                                           ***

You had never been in the Avengers tower. Not with all of them in it, anyway. You took in everything around you. It was hard to miss the fact that it was Stark money that built the place. High ceilings, open layout, and floor to ceiling windows. Everything screamed ‘look at me’. A frustrated sigh escaped you when a spasm shot through your leg, making your knee and hip give out at the same time. You would have completely collapsed if it hadn’t been for Steve walking next to you—to make sure that exact thing didn’t happen. You didn’t miss him shake his head before he was swooping you up and tossing you over his shoulder along with your bag.

“Steven Grant,” you bit out, your face flushing from slight embarrassment and the fact that all your blood was rushing to your head.

“Y/N,”

Never one to miss out on an opportunity, you smacked your hand hard against Steve’s backside, sending small shocks up his spine. You snickered when he cursed lightly under his breath. For being a soldier, he sure did have a mouth like a sailor. Not that you were complaining.

“Why are you always causing trouble, huh?”

“Only for you, boy wonder. You make it too easy.”

A beat of silence passed when you finally made it to Steve’s room. Your eyes held a promise of mischief, a rumble of laughter echoed off the walls when he set you to your feet. He knew your tricks and he delighted in them—whatever they were at the time. Steve didn’t miss the familiar edge that usually carried with you was now no where to be seen. Even though you were the one to set the pace, to make the rules as you went along, you were also putty in his hands. That never happened. Not once in your time together had you ever given him complete control. Steve thought on it only for a moment before your lips were wrapped around him nice and pretty; everything but you left his mind.

There you were again. Watching the stupid sunrise from the warmth and comfort of Steve’s bed. You were arguing with yourself. You needed to leave, but would it really kill you if you stayed only five more minutes? No, it wouldn’t kill you, but it’d put you in the hospital for almost a week. You sighed, thumping your head against the pillows. You had told yourself you weren’t going to fight it—you weren’t going to fight him. It was just so damn hard. It was hard to leave someone you loved behind. It was even worse when you didn’t want to admit that you were in love with them.

But you never would have to admit it, Steve already knew. He stirred against you, rough fingers tracing patterns on the bare skin of your hipbone. Your eyes fluttered shut, taking in the feeling. It was the little things, you think, that you were going to miss the most.

“Y/N,” Steve whispered, breaking the resemblance of cloud nine that had been cloaking you.

“This has to be the last time.”

“Y/N,”

You shook your head, tears starting to roll down your cheeks like the rain falling from the clouds outside. When the hell did those get there? Did it really matter? God, it wasn’t like you wanted it to be this way. If you had it your way, Steve would never leave your side. You’d be an Avenger and they’d all have to learn how to deal with your bullshit. But it wasn’t an ideal world. You got screwed over more often than not, and Steve—Steve deserved so much better than a runaway science experiment.

“I love you, you know? You deserve the goddamn world, Rogers.”

“And what do you deserve, Y/N? When is it going to end?”

You shrugged, “When I’m dead.”

“Is that supposed to be fucking funny?”

“It’s the truth! It doesn’t matter how you twist it, Steve. They know how to hurt me now, you can’t keep me safe.”

“Of course I can keep you safe!” He all but snarled, pushing off the bed and away from you. “I keep the people I love safe, Y/N. Why can’t you fucking see that? What is it going to fucking take?”

The air between the two of you was charged, you could hear the faint crackles from the static in your ears. You sat up slowly, grabbing your underwear off the floor and began gathering the rest of your clothes. You were pretty sure you were leaving a trail—silent sobs shaking your shoulders, tears not stopping no matter how harshly you wiped them away. Nothing hurt as much as this did. You’d take that fucking shot in the leg over again a thousand times than have to do this just this once.

“I’m sorry.” You said softly, once your boots were on and laced up.

Your hair was pulled into a messy knot on the top of your head. Your eyes red and puffy, focused on the ground and not on the man standing in front of you. You flinched when his bare feet came into view, his body heat washing over you like waves. You weren’t even sure he had put any clothes on and you really didn’t want to find out. Only one that kept running through your head in a constant loop. Get out, get out, get out. You were starting to feel like a caged animal and that was never good.

“When you step out that door, you aren’t coming back.”

You didn’t know how Steve manage to make those words sound like both a question and a statement. The ice in his voice pierced your heart. There was no one to blame but yourself.

“No.”

He let out a staggered breath. “Okay.”

With that he left you to it. He made his way to the bathroom, shut the door and locked it. You heard the shower turn on, you heard the shattering of the bathroom mirror, you heard the pain pouring out of him as he broke down twenty feet away from you. Standing on shaking legs, you wiped furiously at your eyes, picked up your bag and left the room. All you had left behind was your favorite lipstick, and a man that nobody thought could break.

[delicatecapnerd]

Would REALLY love some Steve or Bucky or Stucky birthday love...pics, fics, into smut & nsfw's...

[hellomissmabel]

“Someone will love you”

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Warnings: Angst

Word count: 1.684

Summary: the prompt is “No one else knows that I’m leaving. I felt like you deserved to know.” Bucky and Y/N broke up several months ago, but the heartbreak remains too fresh for Y/N. She sees he’s obviously moved on and happily dating Nat, feeling out of place and unable to move on herself. She can’t leave but she can’t stay either, so what is there left for her to do?

A/N: Written for @bionic-buckyb and inspired by Halsey’s song “Sorry”. OC’s are: Caroline aka @mrshopkirk, Sammie aka @themcuhasruinedme, Sina aka @winterboobaer, Justine aka @justareader, KJ aka @nenyakj and Silja aka @writing-soldiers! Give these girls some tumblr hugs because they’re amazing. A big thank you also goes out to @heartmade-writingbucky for helping me find my mojo back for the ending and proofreading it for me. I love you girl.

I've missed your calls for months it seems Don't realize how mean I can be 'Cause I can sometimes treat the people That I love like jewellery

The truth is, it’s not only in physical pain you risk being swallowed by the darkness. If there’s a more potent pain than physical pain, it must be heartbreak because even though it’s not physical, it feels stronger than anything. You swallow the happy times that resurface like a pill, hoping they will cure the bad days ahead, hoping that everything will somehow be a big, bad nightmare and you’re about to wake up. But the only thing you’re actually waking up from, is self-pity.

And it’s then that you realise your true potential, the road you didn’t pave for yourself. But it’s a road that has been laid out for you from the start, and only in heartbreak you will find it. For physical pain is just that, physical. Sometimes it can be cured and sometimes it cannot. It can last a lifetime and so can heartbreak, unless you choose to step from the shadows that encase you like a coffin.

Unless you choose to show your emotions and at least try to put yourself out there again, then you will be ready. Ready to face the world again, ready to go on that great adventure you’ve been longing to go on since you were a kid. So go on that great adventure, take a risk and take your chances. For heartbreak will turn into heartache will turn into a distant memory. Eventually.

'Cause I can change my mind each day I didn't mean to try you on But I still know your birthday And your mother's favourite song

You didn’t make this decision for yourself. You made this decision to keep the peace. In your heart, in your mind, in your life and that of everybody else. You had changed, inevitably so. And this while all the people around you stayed the exact same. It’s sickening knowing that your critical, sceptic mind is what keeps the peace in your own life. Scrutinising every single element, every broken piece trying to decide if true love actually exists. Or maybe it’s just all a ruse imposed by modern-day society, filled with young souls longing to find their way through all the misery and the black days. With a little help from the romanticised ideas fed to us by the media.

“I’m in love with you, Y/N.”

How you long to hear those words again, falling from Bucky’s lips like a broken record. But he’s moved on now. He was the solid ground underneath your feet when you felt like the pieces of your heart were crumbling apart, his eyes were the storm raging over the deep blue sea and his voice the lullaby fallen angels sing to their friends above, a drop of sin on his tongue. You needed him as much as he needed you.

So I'm sorry to my unknown lover Sorry that I can't believe that anybody ever really Starts to fall in love with me

A soft knock on Bucky’s door tears his attention away from the computer screen. With a soft sigh and a frown knitting his eyebrows together, he puts his laptop aside and shuffles towards the front door. The wood creaks when he opens the door and slowly reveals Y/N’s disheartened face, her dishevelled clothing and the old, brown leather suitcase in her hand.

Due to the aftermath of the initial shock, he barely registers your moving lips. “No one else knows that I’m leaving. I felt like you deserved to know.”

The monotone sound of her voice paired with the emotionless expression curling her lips downwards, sends chills running over Bucky’s spine. “What?,” is the first thought he exclaims. “Why-Why are you leaving?”

Y/N pinches the bridge of her nose, exhaling in both frustration with herself as well as in disappointment with what’s following. “Of all the things that could go wrong, of all the things that could go south in my life, fate chose to ruin us. Not my career, not my family, but our relationship. The best thing that has ever happened to me. And now it’s someone else’s turn to love you.”

Bucky locks eyes with her and shakes his head, unable to wrap his mind around this. “Y/N, why are you telling me this? Why are you leaving?”

“Because I don’t belong here anymore, Bucky,” is her sole reply.

Sorry to my unknown lover Sorry I could be so blind Didn't mean to leave you And all of the things that we had behind

“What? No, no Y/N, that’s not true at all. I need you, you can’t leave.”

“Bucky,” you sigh, “You and Nat are obviously very happy. You don’t need me. Besides, just last week, she made me swear I’d be her bridesmaid for when you finally pop the question. Because it’s going to happen one day soon, we both know that. I see the way she looks at you.”

“But Y/N,” Bucky tries to interject.

“Everybody we know has settled down by now. Scott just proposed to Sammie, Tony’s smitten with Caroline and Steve is very happy with Sina. Clint met Justine over the summer and Sam seems to be hitting it off with KJ. Thor’s gone back to his home country to introduce Silja to his parents. I should’ve married Pietro when I got the chance, then I wouldn’t be so alone and miserable. I wouldn’t be a full 100% happy, but I would’ve had a good life by now. Not one filled with insecurities and, well, emptiness. Because I feel empty without you.”

Tears have started to mix with the raindrops as she speaks in tongues. Bucky has lost all ability to understand what’s swirling inside that pretty little mind of hers. Her features don’t look tired, they look worn out. She’s exhausted, both physically and mentally. “Why didn’t I see this before?,” Bucky asks himself. “Why did I ever let her leave?”

“You know what I regret the most?,” Y/N continues in a feeble tone. “Lying to your face. Lying to your face and telling you I’m fine. You were so eager to believe that I was doing okay, to soothe your conscience after our break-up, that I just gave in. I loved you so much, I love you so much still. I couldn’t do that to you, I couldn’t see your heart break behind those beautiful baby blues. Because I know it would’ve hurt your heart more to hear that I was a mess than it would’ve hurt my pride.”

I run away when things are good And never really understood The way you laid your eyes on me In ways that no one ever could

“Y/N. Please stop talking,” Bucky interrupts your tornado of words. You’re afraid he’s going to start a word vomit of his own, but he just stares back at you with the most blank expression you’ve ever encountered. Drawing a deep breath, he cards his fingers through his hair and tears his gaze away from you. “Don’t you see the way I look at you?”

“You keep talking about how happy Nat and I look. Well, that’s exactly the problem. We look happy but we haven’t been happy for a long time.” Bucky exhales languidly, looking her straight in the eye as he punctuates every word, creating a reeling emphasis. “I. Am. In. love. With. You. Y/N. I’m in love with you. I never stopped loving you.”

And so it seems I broke your heart My ignorance has struck again I failed to see it from the start And tore you open 'til the end

“You don’t realise how much pain we’ve caused everybody. How much pain we’re still causing. I can’t go a single day without looking into the mirror and seeing your reflection staring back at me. I’m Nat’s confidante, she comes to me whenever she’s in need of some relationship advice. You know why that is? She says it’s because I know you best. She doesn’t know, she can’t know. She can’t know I’m still hurting and so are you.”

Silently, you had decided to leave it at this but Bucky didn’t want to give up to easily. His hands grip your shoulders forcefully, as if he means to shake some sense into you, but instead his fingers just dig into the soft fabric of your jacket. His eyes lock with yours and behind them there’s a wildness, a wilderness of emotions that you’ll never see again if you step away now.

“Don’t do this to us. Don’t you get it? We could be together! We love each other!”

“Keep your voice down, Bucky,” you hiss through gritted teeth, afraid the mild disturbance will wake up Nat.

He releases you and hangs his head down in defeat. “Bucky, look at me,” you tell him and he complies. He looks at you with all those raging emotions chaining him to that heavy heart you recognise all too well. “I love you. But I can’t be with you. You deserve someone that will love you better and that someone is upstairs, sleeping in your bed.”

You turn to go, tightly grasping the handle of the old suitcase. “Just because you think I deserve some better love, doesn’t mean you get to break my heart again,” Bucky whispers and it almost goes unnoticed in the dead of night. “You think I haven’t been trying? Surviving? Because I can’t live unless it’s with you. I’d just be existing, I’m just existing. Without you… I’m empty, too.”

“Love sometimes just isn’t enough, Bucky,” you reply, looking back one last time into those cerulean eyes on the brink of tears. “Our love isn’t enough to make me stay. I’m sorry, I truly am.”

“I love you,” Bucky tries one last time, hoping it’ll be enough to make you change your mind, hoping it can evoke even one spark of hesitation. But your mind is firmly set.

“Someone will love you. But that someone isn’t me.”

Sequel: “I can’t fall in love without you”

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[mindingmyownbusiness]

Inked

Pairing - Tattoo!Bucky x Reader Modern AU

Prompt - Tattoo Shop

Summary - You’re dying to get your first tattoo but your anxiety has other plans. Could your new neighbor be the answer to all your problems?

Warnings - n/a, just adorable fluff, y’all should be used to that by now!

Word Count - 3483

Notes - Created for @bionic-buckyb AU writing challenge! Congrats on 5K Kait! I’ve got lots of thank yous to hand out:  To @angryschnauzer for creating this amazing tattoo!Bucky moodboard for me, to @the-witching-hours12-3 for all of her help with my tattoo questions because I am clueless, to @dianelogan for always encouraging me and reading my stuff, to @bucky-plums-barnes for creating punk edits of Seb (links to originals HERE and HERE) that I stumbled upon and happily used for inspiration, and to the slo-mo tattoo video from Smarter Every Day for helping me visualize some very important details.

My Masterlist

“I don’t think I can do this…” No way were you gonna be able to hide the nervousness in your voice, especially not from your best friend.

“Come on, (Y/N). You’ve been talking about getting a tattoo for ages, now is the time! I promised you a birthday surprise and this is it. I’m paying for the tattoo AND I’m here for moral support, you can totally do this.” Nat was practically dragging you down the street as you began to feel more and more anxious about what was about to happen.

Before you had time to protest again she had yanked you inside a small tattoo shop. The first thing you noticed was how bright it was. You heard classic rock pumping out of some speakers off to the side but it did little to distract you from the constant buzzing sound that in your head seemed to be getting louder and louder with each passing second. Glancing around you saw several people with varying degrees of ink on display, both giving and receiving tattoos and having multiple conversations. The buzzing sound was getting louder and you felt your chest tightening, it was getting harder and harder to catch your breath. Just before you turned and  shot out the door you had the vague sense of someone asking Nat if you were okay.

You slumped down just out of sight around the corner of the building in a dim alleyway, eyes shut tight, attempting to regulate your breathing. You focused on the feel of the bricks digging into your back, the sound of traffic passing by, the smell of the bakery next door. “(Y/N)?” You felt Nat squat down next to you and place a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

Tears began to prick behind your eyelids. “I’m so sorry…” you groaned in frustration. “I’m such an idiot. I can’t believe I embarrassed myself and you in front of all those people.”

“Oh sweetie, it’s fine. I’m sure most of them didn’t even notice and the guy I was talking to said this sort of thing happens all the time.” She leans in to hug you. “I’m the one who should be sorry for pushing you when you clearly weren’t ready. Just promise me that you won’t give up on the idea? I know when you’re ready you’re going to be so glad you did it.”

You opened your eyes and pulled back to give her a watery smile. “Alright, I won’t totally abandon the idea.”

“Good,” Nat smiled back. “Now, how about we take that tattoo money and spend it on margaritas and pedicures?”

You attempted to blow a stray lock of hair out of your eyes as you struggled through the lobby door of your new apartment building. Most of the move had happened over your birthday weekend but a few boxes still lingered at your old place. Thankfully, you were currently holding the last box, the one that made it official.

You looked up to see the elevator doors beginning to close. “Noooo! No, no, no, no, no,” you chanted to yourself as you shuffled quickly towards the elevator. At the last possible second a hand stuck out to grab the door, pulling it back open and you hurried inside.

“Oh my gosh thank you so much,” you blurted in a rush, adjusting your hold on the box.

“Sure thing,” a gorgeous male voice drawled out next to you. “Need any help with that?”

“Oh, I couldn’t ask you to do that…”

“Really, it’s no trouble,” said your elevator savior as he lifted the box right out of your hands.

“Thank you,” you blushed slightly glancing his way hoping he didn’t see but his face was mostly hidden by the contents of the box. You went to press the button for your floor only to find it already lit up. “Oh, we must live on the same floor!”

“Well, that’ll make delivering this box even more convenient,” your mystery man said. “I’m in 4b. You?”

“4a. I just moved in last weekend.”

“That explains why I didn’t see you. I worked a couple extra shifts last weekend.”

The elevator dinged and you led the way as the doors opened, quickly unlocking your door and kicking some empty boxes out of the way. “You can set it right here, um… hey, I don’t even know your name yet!”

“It’s James. But my friends and neighbors call me Bucky.”

He turns and you finally get a good look at him. Dark hair, kind eyes, well built… Your eyes are drawn to his left arm which is completely covered in beautiful and intricate tattoos from his wrist to past where his sleeve covered his arm. You suddenly realized you were reaching toward them when you caught yourself, blushing. “Um, sorry, I’m (Y/N). Thank you so much for carrying that in for me.”

“Like I said, (Y/N), it was no trouble,” he said with a lopsided smile. “Sorry, this is totally gonna sound like a cheesy line but you look really familiar… are you sure we’ve never met?”

“Um, I don’t think so. Maybe you’ve just seen me around the neighborhood?”

“Maybe… but I’m pretty good with faces, it’ll come to me eventually... Well, it was good to meet you neighbor. Guess I’ll see you around?”

“Y-yeah, for sure,” you stuttered as Bucky turned to walk away. In a moment of uncharacteristic boldness you called out, “Hey, do you want to grab a coffee or something sometime? I really do owe you one…”

Bucky flashed you another gorgeous smile. “I’d like that. Tomorrow morning okay? I always stop at that coffee place on the corner on my way to work.”

“Works for me.” You couldn’t help the grin that spread across your face.

“It’s a date. I’ll come by around 8:00. See you then.” With wink and a smile he was gone.

Bucky held open the door to the coffee shop as you slipped through and fell into step beside him. From the moment you saw his face that morning you felt at ease, all your nervousness gone by the time you had ordered your drinks. He was funny, kind, easy on the eyes, and it didn’t hurt that he let you do most of the talking, asking you questions about your life, your job, and your friends. You probably wouldn’t admit to dragging your feet but you really didn’t want your time together to come to an end.

“Well, this is me,” Bucky came to a stop in front of a vaguely familiar storefront.

“Y-you work here?” Looking up you came to the chilling realization that this was the very same tattoo shop that you had run from the previous weekend.

“Actually, I… whoa, hey are you okay?” Bucky’s eyebrows furrowed as he turned toward you and saw the terrified look on your face. You turned your gaze toward him just in time to see his concerned look transform into one of recognition. “It’s you! I knew I’d seen you before. You’re the girl that ran out of my shop last weekend!”

You covered your face with your hands, attempting to hide the flame of embarrassment creeping into your cheeks. The only thing that stopped you from bolting was the feeling of Bucky gently taking you by the arm.

“(Y/N)?” He pulled you towards him carefully. “That was you, wasn’t it? Please, don’t be embarrassed. Like I told your friend, things like that happen all the time.”

You blinked back the tears that were threatening to spill from your eyes. “I can’t imagine what you think of me. I completely freaked out, just from walking in the door! I mean, who does that?”

“Believe it or not, lots of people react in different ways to getting a tattoo. Once, I was all set to give a tattoo to this huge dude, a linebacker or something. He was all about it until the second the needle touched him. Passed out cold. RIght there in the chair.”

You peeked through your fingers, slowly lowering your hands. “Really?”

“Really,” he said, giving you a reassuring smile. “You have nothing to be embarrassed about. Promise,” he said as he pulled you into a hug.

You were pleasantly surprised to find yourself calming down almost instantly as you inhaled his scent and felt the warmth of his arms around you. A sigh escaped your lips, one you hoped Bucky didn’t hear.

You felt him chuckle before you heard it and knew you’d been caught. He pulled back from you slightly. “Better?” he asked with one of those smiles he was quickly becoming famous for.

“Better,” you replied with a shy smile of your own, secretly enjoying the fact that Bucky had yet to let go of you.

Your mind suddenly clicked with something Bucky had said. “Wait, did I hear you right? Did you say ‘my shop’ as in this place belongs to you? You’re the owner?”

“Yup,” he said matter-of-factly, looking up at the sign, “she’s my pride and joy, in case you couldn’t tell by all the ink I’m sporting.”

“Wow, that’s awesome. Aaaaand now I suddenly feel even worse for running out of there.” You looked around nervously at everything but his face.

“Hey now, don’t worry about it, really,” he gave you an extra comforting squeeze. “Listen (Y/N), I had a really nice time this morning. Maybe we could hang out again? Soon?”

You looked up, finally meeting his eyes and seeing the sincerity and hope there. “I’d really like that, neighbor,” you said with a grin.

Over the next few weeks you and Bucky were inseparable. You were constantly hanging out at each other’s apartments, sometimes going out but mostly just preferring to stay in and spend time together. You were really enjoying getting to know Bucky and building your friendship but neither one of you had really defined whatever this was between you. He’d never tried to kiss you even though you could have sworn he was about to a couple times. You just chalked that up to wishful thinking. Some of your favorite times were when it was late and you found yourselves cuddled up together on the couch watching a movie.

It was on one of those nights that Bucky brought up the subject of tattoos again. “(Y/N)?”

“Mmm-hmm?” you murmured sleepily.

“Ah, I was… well I was wondering if you’d like to come by the shop tomorrow?”

You sat up and gave him a questioning look. “And why would you want me to do that?”

He rubbed the back of his neck nervously, “I-I’ve just been thinking a lot about what you told me. About how you really want a tattoo but your anxiety is holding you back and well… I think I might be able help with that.”

“Bucky… you know what happened last time. I have no plans to make a fool out of myself all over again.

“I know! I would never ever want you to feel like that again,” he said hurriedly, “I was just thinking about maybe taking things slow, exposing you to different things in the shop one at a time so that you aren’t bombarded with everything all at once.”

You were quiet, considering his words for a moment. You had to admit, this plan might work. And if anyone could succeed in helping you stay calm it was Bucky. Plus, your desire to get a tattoo hadn’t faded so you were definitely motivated. “Alright, I trust you Bucky. Let’s do this,” you said with a brave smile.

“Great,” he pulled you in for a hug and kissed your forehead. You were grateful for the dim lighting to hide your blush as you settled into his side and finished the movie.

As promised, Bucky was waiting for you outside the shop the next day just after closing.

“So,” you said, wringing your hands nervously, “what’s the plan?”

Immediately noticing your discomfort, Bucky took your hands in his. “Why don’t we just walk in first, then we can play it by ear, okay?”

You took a deep breath and nodded. Bucky led the way, still holding one of your hands in his.

Entering the shop you were greeted by a much different atmosphere than before. It was quiet, no music and of course no people. Bucky had turned out all the lights except for a couple of lamps around the edges of the shop. He gave your hand a squeeze, silently checking in with you and grounding you in the moment. “I’m.... good. Yeah, good...” you smiled up at him. “How about a tour?”

Beaming at you Bucky slowly led you around the perimeter of the shop, drawing your attention to the photography on the wall and away from the tattoo equipment. All of the photos were very artistic, featuring some phenomenal tattoo work but not in a blatant or basic way. Bucky pointed out a couple that he had done and named the artists who worked for him that had done the others. You continued to walk slowly around the shop hand in hand and before you knew it you were back up at the front.

“So far so good?” Bucky asked carefully. You nodded with a smile. “Ready for phase two or do you want to call it a night?”

Looking into Bucky’s eyes you felt a familiar sense of calm wash over you, just like the calm you felt that first night when he hugged you. You took a deep breath before answering, “I’m think I’m alright... what’s next?”

“Before we do anything else I need to know a little bit more about the tattoo you want to get,” Bucky said. “Basically where on your body that you want it.”

“Well, I know I want it somewhere where I can see it anytime I want so... no spots covered by clothing or any that I’d need a mirror for. Um, I was kinda thinking the inside of my wrist?”

“Sounds perfect,” Bucky responded, pulling you slowly toward the center of the shop. “I’m gonna have you sit down how you would if I was about to give you a tattoo, okay? Remember, we can stop anytime, just say the word.”

Bucky guided you over to a chair taking a seat beside you, still facing you, still holding your hand. He rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb for reassurance. He took his time, explaining how the first thing he would do is talk about a design with you. He would sketch it out and when you were happy he would transfer that sketch onto your wrist before starting the tattoo.

“Wanna see how the machine works?” Bucky asked.

You looked at the small table where the equipment was all laid out and swallowed nervously. “It looks so, clinical. Not quite what I expected…”

“Picturing more of a medieval torture device?” He chuckled and picked up the gloves. “I take the health and safety part of my job very seriously, doll,” he said with a wink as he put on the gloves and picked up a small packet. “Everything that comes in contact with you is clean and sterile. I promise, you’re in good hands.” He assembled all the parts and explained the basics of how the machine worked. “I’m gonna turn it on now, okay? Just so you can get used to the noise.”

You nodded and mentally braced yourself. The machine came to life with the same buzzing sound you remembered from that first day. Instantly you were transported back in time and your body began to react. You tensed up in the chair as your breathing became more rapid and shallow.

“Hey, hey look at me,” Bucky urged, turning off the machine and setting it down to rub his hands up and down your arms. You looked at him, noting the concern and caring etched onto his face and struggled to take a deep breath. He scooted closer to you, pulling you in until your foreheads touched. “Breathe with me, (Y/N). I’ve got you.” You focused on Bucky, slowly syncing your breathing, feeling your body relax again. “Maybe we should stop,” he said. “I-I’ve pushed you too hard, we should-”

“No!” you interrupted him, pulling back to look him in the eyes, “No, I’ve come this far. I don’t wanna give up now. It’s just, I don’t know, the anticipation of it, you know? It’s always worse than what actually ends up happening. I know that in the logical part of my brain but my subconscious and my body have other ideas…”

Bucky thought for a moment. “Do you trust me?”

“Of course,” you replied, without hesitation.

“If anticipation of the thing is what is holding you back then maybe you should jump that hurdle as quickly as possible. I can let you feel what getting a tattoo is like without actually giving you a tattoo.”

“Really?” you said nervously.

“It’ll be just like getting a tattoo, but I won’t use any ink. The feeling will be exactly the same.”

You took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “Okay, let’s do it. Quick, before I think too hard about it.”

He smiled and repositioned your arm, scooting even closer. “I’m gonna try it here, on your upper arm. It’s less sensitive than your wrist and it’ll be much easier for you to see what I’m doing. Ready?”

“Now or never,” you said and braced yourself again. Bucky started up the machine, it was buzzing like before but this time you were more prepared. He held your arm with one hand and positioned the machine with the other. You held your breath as he pressed it into your arm. You felt pressure and pain, but not anything too overwhelming, almost like someone was scratching you hard with the lead of a mechanical pencil. It only lasted a few seconds before Bucky shut it off and set the machine down.

“Are you okay?” Bucky asked.

“I-I did it! I really did it! And I didn’t pass out or anything! Take that, linebacker!” Your excitement gave you such a rush and the enormous smile on your face was quickly mirrored by the one on Bucky’s. “Thank you so much!” you exclaimed, leaning forward and kissing him suddenly, without thinking.

You pulled back, shocked at your reaction and blushing with embarrassment, looking away so you didn’t have to see Bucky’s face. “I can’t believe I just did that! I’m so sorry, I was just caught up in the moment and, and…” your ramblings were interrupted by Bucky placing his hand on your cheek, turning your face to look at him.

“Don’t be sorry, doll. We shoulda done that a long time ago.” And he pulled you in for another kiss, one that you happily reciprocated.

You blinked sleepily as the sunlight filtered in through your curtains, bathing your bedroom in the soft morning light. Smiling you admired your new tattoo. It was finally done healing, small and beautiful, some might even say a bit cliche but that tiny purple butterfly just inside your left wrist meant a lot to you. It was a symbol of a fresh start that was a long time coming for you. New job, new apartment, new chapter of your life, this tattoo represented all of that for you and it never failed to bring a smile to your face when you saw it.

The mattress shifted as Bucky rolled over to place small kisses along your shoulder up to your neck. “Morning, beautiful,” he murmured against your skin. “Admiring my work again?”

“I can’t help it,” you said, rolling over to face him. “You are just so good with your hands.” Grinning you tilted your face up for a kiss, reaching up to thread your fingers through his hair. “In fact, I was just thinking about where my next tattoo should be.”

“Next tattoo? You hooked already, doll?” he asked, teasingly. “What did you have in mind?”

“Hmm… still working on the what, it’s the where I need your help with. Got any ideas?”

“Well, you could get one here…” He dipped down to kiss and suck lightly next to your collarbone. “Or here…” He brought your forearm to his lips, trailing kisses from your wrist to the crook of your elbow. “Or maybe here…” He moved slowly down to nip at your hipbone then slid down and lifted your leg to plant kisses just above your ankle. “Possibly here… any of these feel right to you?” he said cheekily.

“Maybe,” you smiled. “I just can’t decide...”

“Well then,” he said, grinning as he eased his way back up your body, “I’ll just have to keep exploring until we find just the right spot.”

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Quarantine

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (online)

A/N: Heya guys! Long time no seeeeee! So as I’m sure many of you are dealing with the impact of COVID-19, which can be a very stressful and sometimes isolating predicament. I am considered non-essential in the workforce and my governor has ordered that I stay home... possibly for the next several months, heh. That being said, I’ve found myself with a lot of free time on my hands, and I’ve decided to give writing a shot again. I’m a little rusty, so bare with me.

This is a little teaser of something I’ve been working on. I wanted to throw a few hundred words worth out there and see if it’s something you’d be interested in reading more of. Please let me know what you think :) -T

Warnings: Language, quarantine, feelings of loneliness and isolation

The 2020 Quarantine is unexpected.

It could’ve even been deemed unnecessary had people taken the correct precautions to prevent the spread of illness. If we as a collective decided to help each other instead of greedily hoarding everything from food to fucking toilet paper.

But humans are selfish creatures, and we have to be put in our place at one point or another.

The Quarantine cost many their jobs, relationships, and homes. 

Luckily, you only lost one of those.

When you first imagine what it might be like to be off work for 4 to 9 months, you’re excited. You’ll have so much time to finish all the crafts you’ve been neglecting, to clean and organize your kitchen, to write or finish watching that TV show you’re halfway through..

What you don’t realize is how isolated you’ll feel… especially when they change the gathering limit to under two people.

All your friends had spouses, children, roommates. 

You were alone.

The first few weeks were rough, but you pushed through. Trying to keep your mind occupied from how painfully alone you really were.

Week four brings you to peak desperation, though, and you find yourself booting up the Gaming PC your ex had left behind when he moved out 3 years ago. 

At least you could trick your mind into thinking you weren’t so lonely in a virtual reality.

The first game you download is a popular shooter game you remember your friend telling you about in the recent past. “It’s like Call of Duty, but with anime characters who have different abilities. I think you’d like it.”

You remember scoffing at the time, because you really weren’t the type for games.. but maybe now, you were.

You find yourself sucked into 4 hours of the game before you know it, and surprisingly… you’re enjoying yourself. It’s mindless, and hearing the occasional person through your headset was nerve wracking at first, but now.. it brings you a strange sense of comfort. 

The weight in your chest eases.

That’s the first night in weeks that you’re able to sleep soundly, and for more than just a few hours.

When you come back to the computer the next morning, you’re prepared. You have various snacks and bottles of water at hand, not caring if you leave that spot for the foreseeable future. It’s not like you had anything better to do, right?

You play four or five games, and while in queue for the next, you receive a friend request. 

The name looks familiar, and you realize it’s someone you’ve been playing with all morning. You hesitate for a few moments before finally accepting it.

The simple text that showed up on your screen seconds later makes your heart jump.

[Sarge]: Hello :) 

This was the first time someone had spoken to you directly, and your lack of human contact recently had you questioning how to even respond.

[Sarge]: Sorry if this is weird, I just enjoyed playing with you so I figured I’d add you.

You take a deep breath before responding.

[clairv0yant]: It’s okay. I’ve enjoyed playing with you, too. :)

The two of you don’t say much back and forth after that except the occasional “good game” or “nice play”. Before you know it, it’s nearly 7pm and you’re starving.

[clairv0yant]: Hey, umm I’m gonna make some dinner. I might be back later, so maybe I’ll see you around. :)

The response is nearly immediate. 

 [Sarge]: :)

[Sarge]: Sounds good. I’ve enjoyed your company. Have a nice dinner. 

[Sarge]: and I know it’s weird, but.. if you ever just wanna chat.. I’m here. I know this whole quarantine sucks, and it’s easy to get stuck in your head. I know I have. 

Your breath hitches in your throat a bit and you lick your lips. They were offering you exactly what you had come looking for.. but could it be too good to be true? 

At this point, you didn’t care.

[clairv0yant]: I think.. I’d really like that. The same goes to you :)

And just like that, you weren’t so alone anymore. 

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Static {part 2}

Hello! Here is part 2 using my prompt for @bionic-buckyb  ‘s angst writing challenge! 

Pair: Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings: Language. Implied smut.

Word Count: 1,029

Prompt: “Your legs bleeding.”

“Oh really? I hadn’t noticed that half my goddamned blood was flowing out of my leg, thanks for letting me know.”

PART 1

The sky looked like it was on fire. Oranges and reds danced and bled with yellows, the sun just breaking over the horizon. God, it was beautiful. The sight before you, the hues dusting the slope of his nose, highlighting his cheekbones. His full lips were slightly parted, his face resting on top of your bare chest. Steve had only been asleep for maybe thirty minutes, and you couldn’t bring yourself to move just yet. You really needed to get moving. You couldn’t be here when he woke, or you’d never be able to leave. Your eyes shut, hand automatically reaching out to run through his hair. You smiled, slightly pulling at the golden strands. It was the longest you’d ever seen it. You weren’t sure what was up with the golden boy, but you couldn’t deny that you liked it.

Get up, Y/N. Get the fuck up, Y/N. As nice as the night had been, you knew you had to leave. You could never stay. Biting back a groan, you gently untangled yourself from Steve’s warmth. Your heart cracking at the small frown that creased his forehead. Fuck, he was making you soft. Hastily you grabbed at your clothes, a heated glare thrown back at the sleeping soldier when you realized you had to leave braless. Just fucking great. The walk of shame and naked nipples ta-boot.

You had just slid your jacket over your shoulders when shuffling from outside the motel door caught your attention. Immediately the air around you charged; the hair on the back of your neck standing on end. You looked at Steve, waving your hand in his direction. He shot out of bed, the sheet pooling at his waist. He looked around in clear confusion, annoyance settling on his face when his blue eyes landed on you. He opened his mouth to reprimand you when you swiftly cut him off.

“What the fuck did you do?”

His confusion settled deeper into the lines of his face. “What did I do? You fucking—”

“Shh!”

Steve’s face cleared when he heard what you had been hearing. Someone was outside the door. You fell to your hands and knees, crawling over to the window and peaked outside. Fear settled at the base of your spine when you spotted the sniper across the street. Teeth digging into your lip, you contemplated calling Bucky. If anyone could get you out—

“Stay down!”

You didn’t think, hands flying over your head, the force of emotions making every window shatter. You heart thundered against your rib cage, Steve’s heart hammering against your back from where he lay over you. His body was tense, his breathing deep and in control. God, you should have known better. You should have fucking left as soon as he pulled out of you. You were an idiot, and now, you were going to have to fight your way out.

Again.

You felt the electricity pulsing through the palms of your hands. This was why they were here. To take you, to cage you, to exploit you. A weapon to use for their own agenda. Because you didn’t have a mind of your own. That’s why you refused the Avengers. Nick Fury had wanted you for Shield. Other interested parties had reached out, but you liked your free will. Nothing was going to change that. Not even these bastards. You felt Steve pull himself off you, heard the jangle of his belt as he got himself dressed. He was purposely using himself as a human shield. You sighed as you crawled over to the door, one hand grabbing on to the knob. You both stared at each other, waiting.

You heard the crackle of a com go off before soft footfalls came closer to the door. Counting to three, you sent a wave of electricity through the knob. You smirked hearing a pained scream on the other side. In an instant you were on your feet and moving to open the door. You felt it before you heard it. The fucking sniper. Taking a deep breath, you glanced down at your leg. You gritted your teeth at the sight.

“Your legs bleeding.”

“Oh, really? I hadn’t noticed that half of my goddamned blood was flowing out of my leg, thanks for letting me know.”

It wasn’t supposed to be doing that. Your body healed itself—it was one of your abilities. You were starting to freak out, and if you were freaking out, Steve was definitely freaking out. The edges of your vision started to blur. You had a hard time separating Steve’s worried expression from the light coming from the open window. You’d never admit it out loud—hell, maybe he knew that—but you were terrified. You put up a hell of a front, you were good at taking care of yourself. It was all for a reason. This reason. Nobody was going to have their hands on you; to control you, to test on you. But here you were—how naïve you had been. Leave it to the fucking Avengers to lead the very people to your whereabouts.

“Y/N? Y/N don’t close your eyes. Focus on me. Come on, sweetheart. Keep your stubborn ass focused on me.”

This wasn’t normal. You couldn’t feel the pulse—the electrical current that ran through your body. It was like you were a drained battery. Maybe you were. A whimper escaped you when Steve’s warm hands grasped your face. He was yelling, you could tell even though you couldn’t hear him. The crease that formed between his brow more prominent with every word. God, what had they shot you with? You wanted to look down at your leg again, but you couldn’t move. You couldn’t feel yourself. It was like you were outside your body. It terrified you to your very core.

“Steve,” You whispered, your voice barely making it past your lips.

“No! No, no, no. Buck, damn it!”

The last thing you saw before the dark edges completely overtook your vision was your boy wonder and the winter soldier staring down at you. The look of devastation on both their faces didn’t go unnoticed.

PART 3

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The Princess and The Mad Hatter, prologue : Don't you see I'm the narrator and this is just the prologue

Summary : What if Snow-White wasn’t the fairest of all ? What if the most beautiful princess of the Enchanted Forest has been forgotten because she didn’t fell in love with a prince ? This is the story of a curse and of a love story defying all the codes of fairy tales.

Pairing : Jefferson The Mad Hatter x Princess Rose (OFC)

Warnings : None

Word Count : 626

Author’s note : I’ve already posted this, on my main blog, but I decided to rework on it to repost it. Hope you’ll like it. Don’t forget that feedback is appreciated and really important.

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Storybrooke, 2016

 Emma walks with purpose towards the edge of the forest, Hook glued to her steps. The blond woman is pissed off, decided to found, as fast as she can, the magic creature, potentially dangerous, according to Gold, which abruptly flown away from an item from his shop, creating a huge mess on its way out. Cars are turned upside down, windows are broken, and a mysterious purple trail shows a way to follow, the savior immediately rushes after that thing to avoid it to make new damages, her boyfriend just behind her.

 Once on the edge of the wood, they both scan the surrounding area to find their prey.

  “Look, there is something over there”, Emma points, walking slowly, trying not to frighten the figure she had spotted.

  The form on the ground doesn’t have anything of a monster or a magic creature, Emma notices once she is closer to it. It’s a human being, more exactly a young woman, lying on her stomach, the side of her face buried inside the feathers and the wet ground of the forest. Light white skin, with long auburn hair falling on her left shoulder. With the shape of her body, Emma immediately notices that the young woman is pregnant, and probably close to the end. Hook observes the scene, watching Emma gently pulling away the unknown woman hair from her face and then looking for her hand to take her pulse.

  “Bloody Hell !”, the pirate suddenly exclaims, while placing his right hand on his mouth, eyes wide open in a state of shock,

“What ?”, Emma asks. “Do you know her ?”

“Aye, love. I know her… She’s my princess.”

“What ?! What do you mean your princess ?”

“Not my princess in that way. It’s my princess, the one from the kingdom I come from, my birthplace. But I thought she was dead a long time ago…”

“Wait a minute, if I understand well, she’s the one you were talking about with Liam in the Underworld ? The one you asked for news ?”

“Aye, that’s her”, he answered. “How is she ? Is she alive ?”

“She seems to be okay.”, Emma tells him grabbing her wrist. “But she really breathes slowly, and has a very weak pulse, we need to take her to the hospital.”

  Emma gently turns the young woman on her back. She pulls off some other hair, in order to see her face’s details. If she really is a princess, as Killian said, she has the beauty but not really the look. Her clothes are very simple, but Emma’s gaze stops on the young woman’s face, she can’t see her eyes color, but judging only by looking at the thin lines of her sweet face, her straight and delicate nose and her thin mouth of the color of a pink rosebud, Emma doesn’t doubt that this young person, who she thinks is not even thirty, has something noble.

 While Killian bends to pick up his long-lost friend and takes her gently into his arms, while paying attention to not scratch his hook in the thin skin of her back, Emma thinks about what to do next.

  “If she’s a princess, and considering her state”, Emma says, pointing at the young woman's belly, “she might have a prince somewhere. We need a prince. Her prince. If she has been cursed, I suppose she’s going to need a true love kiss to wake up.”’

“Oh no Love, that not how it works with her”, Hook answers with a smirk. “Believe me, it’s not a prince she needs.”

“If it’s not a prince she needs”, Emma sighs in complete disbelief, “what does she need ?”

“A hatter”, Hook answers, smirking at her.

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Stealing stories

Came to my attention that Wattpad user SluttyStevie has been stealing fics from some of the amazing writers on here. In case you aren't aware, the below writers have stories posted on her Wattpad. She has given credit, but as she didn't inform @et-lesailes I doubt she's let anyone else know.

Link - https://my.w.tt/FdftdYdBf3

@honeyloverogers @jurassicbarnes @tropicalcap @living-dead-parker @lostinspidey @bionic-buckyb @golddaggers @wxntersoldiers @pinkettepoet @marvelsangel (this may be @marvelsangels or @marvelsangel45?)

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hi everyone ⭐️

i’m new to the anime writing scene, and i’d love to take some requests. i’m really open to all characters, but if you need a gauge i love:

- seven deadly sins

- jojo’s bizarre adventure

- my hero academia

- fire force

the list goes on really. if you want to see some of my previous marvel or supernatural work, feel free to check out @bionic-buckyb or @winchesterenthusiast. ill probably start writing for ban tbh (🥺) i’ll take requests for smut (for of age characters only) too! i love doing head cannons etc. if i haven’t seen the anime, i’ll let you know.

please feel welcome to reblog this & spread the word, and maybe give me a follow? 😉

[ruckystarnes]

Just had to re-read this just because! I seriously cannot get enough of this....

A Polyamorous Roommate AU

(Thank you SO MUCH to @captainrogerss for the beautiful graphic! ♥)

-Ongoing-

Last updated: 8/3/18

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Why is it so hard to find anything thor!!! How am I meant to get my fix between chapters! 😭😂

Oh man, I know!!! It's tough to find Thor fics but if you haven't checked these talents outs, make sure you do. @thorfanficwriter @allaboutthebooz @bionic-buckyb - as far as I can remember, her stories were unfinished but still fun! And @darkficsyouneveraskedfor has some dark takes on the character. So rea at your own discretion. Heed the warnings.

If anyone else writes for or knows someone who writes for Thor, give is them @'s!!!!

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Quarantine: 2

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (online)

A/N: Heya guys! Here’s part 2! I hope you enjoy what I’ve come up with for you, let me know what you think! Part 3 is in the works :) -T

Warnings: Language, quarantine, feelings of loneliness and isolation, flirting

The highlight of your days became the time you spent online. So much so that you began staying up til nearly 4am, and sleeping in until noon or one every day. You couldn’t get enough of the new world you’d discovered..

You couldn’t get enough of your new friend.

Was it crazy? To look forward to small chats with someone you just met, and didn’t even know their name, gender or age? Probably.

You didn’t allow yourself to consider it too much, otherwise you knew your anxiety would make you question everything and shut them out.

You’re logging off early tonight, deciding you need a bit of extra time spent with yourself. A bubble bath, a glass of wine or two, and maybe a face mask. It was hard to remember the last time you’d participated in lengthy self care, and you knew it was well needed.

Drawing the bath, you set your phone on the bathroom counter. You only leave for a few moments to grab the wine, and you’re surprised to find the screen lit up when you come back.

A new message from Sarge.

Cocking your head to the side, you pick up your device and open your gaming app. They never messaged you outside of when you were playing games.. what could this be about?

[Sarge:] I know this might be odd and may come off as invasive, but.. I was wondering if you’d maybe wanna play 20 questions…?

[Sarge:] Get to know each other better?

Before you can even respond, more messages are coming through.

[Sarge:] You can also absolutely say no, it’s just.. 

[Sarge:] This quarantine has been… hard. I have a roommate, but.. I find myself lost in my head so frequently, feeling trapped and…

[Sarge:] To be quite honest, the only time I don’t feel that way is when I’m talking to you.

Your cheeks were burning, and it couldn’t be from the wine because you hadn’t touched it to your lips yet.

[Sarge:] You never even have to tell me your name if you don’t want to. I never even need to see what you look like, I just.. 

[Sarge:] I feel like we both need something to hold on to during all of this. 

[Sarge:] At least.. I know I do.

Their words have your head swimming as you sit on the edge of the tub. 

Should you? Should you not? 

They never wanted to see you, or know your name… it’s not even like they could stalk you to the point of randomly showing up at your house because of the quarantine.

You lick your lips in contemplation and then sigh.

What could it really hurt?

[clairv0yant:] I… think I would actually really like that.

Your first and only concern comes to mind, so you figure now is the time to voice it.

[clairv0yant:] But first… how old are you exactly? Lol

You were suddenly terrified you might be talking to just a child, and you definitely didn’t want to find yourself attached if that were the case.

[Sarge:] Lol. I guess that’s fair.

[Sarge:] Well, some days, I swear I’m over a hundred, but..

[Sarge:] Today, I’m feeling more mid thirties. How about you?

A weight lifts from your chest that you didn’t realize was there before. They were pretty close to your age. And they had a good sense of humor? You couldn't keep yourself from smiling just a bit.

You decide to keep on that note.

[clairv0yant:] Today? Late twenties. :P

The next few hours were spent playing way more than the agreed upon ‘20 questions’, but you didn’t mind.

You’d learned that your new friend was male and ex-military, though he still held a position that required him to travel from time to time when he wasn’t banned from doing so.

You learned that he loved classical music, Frank Sinatra, Elvis, but he was more than open to listening to some of your recommendations as well.

He didn’t have any family left to support him, but his roommate was his best friend, and though they both continuously pick at each other, they always have each other's backs.

His favorite color is blue.

He loves peanut butter cookies and hates vanilla wafers.

His favorite time of day is the hours just before sunrise, when he normally goes for 5 mile long runs.

The most intriguing thing you’d learned is how much of a sweetheart he is, and a bit of a flirt, though he doesn’t seem to even realize that fact.

[Sarge:] Alright, this one is a deal breaker.. Are you prepared?

[clairv0yant:] Hit me with it. 

[Sarge:] Do you sleep with socks on? 

[clairv0yant:] Ugh no way. I can’t stand it. That’s the worst.

[Sarge:] Atta girl. :P

You check the clock and it’s nearly 3am. This is usually the time that he says he’s off to bed, but he hasn’t brought up the inevitable parting yet.

You use this opportunity to ask a question that’s been in the back of your mind since the game started.

[clairv0yant:] So, do you have a name, or should i just call you Sarge? :P

You see him start to type, then stop, then start again.

A few moments pass before his response is popping up on your screen.

[Sarge:] You can call me Sarge for now.. or J, if you’d like. How about you, doll?

The new pet name sends a shiver right up your spine, and you flush at the involuntary reaction.

You understood his hesitation about giving out so much personal information, you hardly knew each other at this point. Pressing him for more just seemed like an ass move, so you decide to keep with the cryptic-ness of his answer… but with a little flirting.

[clairv0yant:] Clair is fine… or ‘Doll’. :P

You’re nervous to see how he’ll react to your answer, which in turn, makes you nervous in general. 

Were you really flirting with a stranger you met on the internet named Sarge? 

Was the quarantine starting to affect your common sense?

[Sarge:] Hmmm… I think I like ‘Doll.’ I’ll save Clair for when you’re in trouble. ;)

His response has your cheeks burning, as they have so many times during your conversation and you find yourself at a loss for words. 

He was turning out to be the world's biggest flirt.

[Sarge:] Well, doll, we should both get some rest, as much as I’d hate to part with you.. 

[Sarge:] We can pick this back up tomorrow, if you’d like?

You sigh, partly from contentment and partly from sorrow. 

Did it really have to end so soon?

[Sarge:] Sweet dreams, Clair. :)

[clairv0yant:] Sweet dreams, J. :)

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Steve Rogers  + Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes

Bucky Barnes + Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes  + Thor Odinson & Bucky Barnes

Tony Stark 

Billion Dollar Man Masterlist | @angelicthor​ | 2/15? |***

Thor Odinson

Bus Stop | @starkonic | college au

Yale | @starkonic​

Drabble: Thor with his Newborn Baby | @avengerscompound​

Headcanon: Being Loki’s and Thor’s Little Sister Who has Healing and Plant Powers | @headcanoning247​

I Love You | @straightouttaneptune​ | endgame!thor

Not So Bad | @thebookwormslytherin​ | endgame!thor

Soft to be Strong | @padmeamiala​ | endgame!thor

Thor and Bucky

Headcanon: Having a Poly Relationship with Thor and Bucky Would Include | @avengerscompound​

Taking Chances Series Masterlist | @bionic-buckyb​ | 5/5? | roommate au

Loki Odinson

Pure Sin | @carefreebarnes | i/ii?

time limits us | @oofjustanothermcufan

Polaris (other links here) | @lokimostly​ | ch. 7/14? | pirate au

The Hand That Feeds | @darkficsyouneveraskedfor | dark!loki | ***

Imagine: Loki Diguises Himself to find True Love | @imagine-loki​

Himmeløyne | @scribeofmorpheus​ | ch. 6/7? | ***

At Arms Length | @myattemptatfanfic​ | 

Dirty Secrets Masterlist | @myattemptatfanfic​ | 12/12?

Imagine: Being from Asgard but hiding on Earth and becoming an Avenger when your family wants to marry you of instead... | @myriadimagines​

Thor Odinson & Loki Odinson

Drabble: Loki’s Good Girl | @sherrybaby14​ | ***

Headcanons: Dick Speculation for Thor and Loki | @emilyevanston​ | ***

Hellboy

Headcanon: Most attractive trait | @clownistyping 

Anung Un Rama NS*W Headcanons | @turnmeonbigreddevilman | ***

Headcanon: Hellboy Body Massage Headcanons | @mermaidmundane

Friday Nights with Hellboy | @marveltoon 

Drabble: Hellboy x angel!reader | @clownistyping

Roughness | @hagelpaimon | ***

Drabble: Mermaid!reader, 2 | @clownistyping

Headcanons: Hellboy crushing on someone who is already dating someone else | @whiskehorange 

Headcanon: Hellboy Marking You with His Teeth | @howlingwolfqueen | ***

Headcanon: With a s/o Who is a Werewolf | @whiskehorange | 

Headcanon: Hellboy with a s/o Who Has an Infant Daughter | @onefunnyshadow

Headcanon: Hellboy Bonding with His Baby | @hellboyxreader 

Highball, Highstakes | @fvckyeahfanfics 

Headcanon: Hellboy and Breeding Kink | @whiskehorange | ***

Thanks, Red... | @ohhey-mishamigosx 

Hellboy Drunk Headcanons | @mermaidmundane

Imagine Dating Hellboy and Revealing That You Are the Next Enchantress | @thedailyimagines

Headcanons: Going on a Date with Hellboy | @xlmonster-mashlx

Domestic Hellboy Headcanon | @xlmonster-mashlx | 

Headcanons: Super Affectionate/ Bodyworhsipping s/o | @xlmonster-mashlx

Keep Me Warm | @ohhey-mishamigosx

Headcanon: HB React to a Mutant Dark Phoenix s/o, with Difficulties Dealing with Them | @clownistyping 

Anung un Rama N*FW Headcanons | @turnmeonbigreddevilman | ***

Headcanons: Hellboy Having a Wet Dream | @turnmeonbigreddevilman | ***

Hellboy Kink List NSFW 10 Count | @babesaipen | ***

Nuada

Headcanon: Sleep | @newmooneyfanfiction 

Drabble: Soulmate Who is Red’s Adopted Sister | @thecodenamesred

Nuada x Jealous Queen | @mermaidmundane

Nuada Falling in Love with a Princess | @onefunnyshadow​

Peter Parker

Daises | @starktonyx | soulmate AU 

Late Night Save | @starkonic​

Time | @starkonic​

Eddie Brock/Venom

Hurt | @inkteller-17 

Headcanon: Dating Eddie Brock Would Include... | @obscure-imagines​

The Monster | @sexy-monster-fucker​​ | 1/?

Oh My God They Were Roommates | @dumbbitchenergytm​ | soulmate au

Headcanon: Dating Eddie Brock Would Include | @pinesol-babey​

Headcanon: Imagine Being Eddie’s Journalism Partner | @marvelshitposting​

Headcanon: NSFW | @thorsthot​ | ***

The Girl of My Dreams Masterlist | @bad--bad--man​ | 6/6 | ***

My Neighbor is a Monster | @bad--bad--man​ | 4/5 | ***

Headcanon: There’s Another | @sexy-monster-fucker​ | ***

Concept: You riding Eddie... | @sexy-monster-fucker​ | ***

Knight in Black Armor | @sexy-monster-fucker​ | ***

Imagine Eddie Brock Obsessing Over You, 2 | @sinningingeneral 

Chocolate & Pleasure | @skatedate67791​ | ***

Imagine running into Venom in a Dark Alley..., 2 | @a-blushing-mess | ***

President of the Villain Committee | @littlemessyjessi​

Off Limits, 2 | @bwvyne​ 

A Little Taste | @advesperascits​ | ***

Detour | @its-negans-lucille​

Tom Hiddleston 

Spring | @the-minus-four | ***

Wade Wilson 

Crosswalk | @starkonic 

Natasha Romanoff

Drabble: Natasha Catching the Reader Masturbating Smut | @propertyofpoeandbucky​ | ***

Carol Danvers

Headcanon: Having a Baby with Carol Danvers | @avengerscompound​

Scott Lang​

Headcanon: Having a Baby with Scott Lang | @avengerscompound​ 

Peter Parker 

Rooftops | @bucky-at-bedtime​ 

Tom Holland 

Shell | @a-blog-of-fandoms-and-writing​

Pietro Maximoff 

Headcanon: Marrying Pietro Maximoff Would Include: | @emilyevanston​

Logan Hewlett (Wolverine)

Headcanon: Dick Speculation | @emilyevanston​ | ***

Remy LeBeau (Gambit)

Headcanon: Dick Speculation | @emilyevanston​ | ***

Headcanon: Dating Gambit | @emilyevanston​ 

Kurt Wagner 

Imagine: Falling in Love with Nightcrawler | @silentwaters4​

Multiple Characters

Headcanons: Secret admirer letters | @onefunnyshadow

Headcanons: Hellboy, Nuada, Abe with a Harpy!reader | @onefunnyshadow

Headcanons: Hellboy and Nuada with a Demigod!reader | @onefunnyshadow 

Headcanons: Hellboy, Abe and Nuada with an s/o Who is Sick but Refuses to Rest | @long-cosmos-overhead 

Headcanons: Liz, HB, Abe and Nuada with an s/o that Sacrifices Themselves for Them | @onefunnyshadow

Headcanons: Nuada, Jason, Tiffany, and HB with a Very Shy and Submissive Reader | @onefunnyshadow

Headcanons: Michael Myers. Hellboy, Abe and Nuada with a Blind s/o | @whiskehorange

Headcanons: Nuada and Hellboy s/o with a Cat Familiar | @onefunnyshadow

Headcanons: HB, Thranduil, Venom and Nuada with an s/o that Freaks Out and has a Panic Attack During Sexy Time and uses the Safe Word | @onefunnyshadow | ***

Headcanons: Nuada, Abe And Hellboy Accidentally Hurting Their S/o | @long-cosmos-overhead

Avengers Preferences- When They’re Jealous | @celebrites-imagines |

Avengers and the Birth of their Child | @avengerscompound​

Nuada, Abe and Hellboy Accidentally Hurting Their s/o | @long-cosmos-overhead​

Avengers Headcanons/Imagines: Weaponry | 

Character x Character

Don’t Go Alone | @starkonic​

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Static {part 1}

Hello, this is the first time I’ve written fan fiction in forever. So don’t hate me if it’s fucking trash, thanks (: This is for @bionic-buckyb ‘s 8k angst writing challenge! It became a 3 part series very fast because the words wouldn’t stop. Anyway, happy reading, hope you enjoy!

Pair: Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings: Language. No smut, but there are sexual themes. 

Word count: 1,236

Prompt:

“Your legs bleeding.”

“Oh really? I hadn’t noticed that half of my goddamned blood was flowing out of my leg, thanks for letting me know.”

This was getting really old. It had been years and they were still hunting you down. It had been so long since you had set down roots, you didn’t think there was a place that you could call home anymore.Your chipped polished nails tapped on the bar top, bored eyes following the bartender as she passed in front of you. Again. You sighed, sparks falling from your fingertips when they hit the counter. No point in hiding who you were when they already knew. But it wasn’t like they were doing their best to hide themselves either.

There were only three people sat at the bar besides yourself. You shook your head, letting your curls fall around your face. Nothing gave them away like the man sitting next to you. He could hide his face, but there was no hiding that metal arm. You snorted, swirling the dark liquid in the glass. They were playing you—he was playing you. If anyone were to get through to you it’d be the winter soldier. With another sigh you tossed the shot back, a current running from your hand on the glass, down the table and up his arm. You heard him hiss before you felt his steely gaze burning a hole into the side of your head.

“Where is he, James.”

He flinched at the use of his first name. “He isn’t here.”

“Bullshit. You’re telling me he only sent you and Natasha in?”

“Maybe he figured you wouldn’t listen. Like always.”

You snorted, signaling for Natasha to bring you another shot. If the spy was going to play bartender, she might as well make herself useful. You shook your head. He wasn’t wrong; you never listened. You didn’t want to listen—your heart couldn’t afford to listen.

“Like always,” you muttered, sparks flying from your fingertips with your agitation. “but he keeps on fucking trying, doesn’t he?”

“Y/N,” Bucky warned, his eyes on your hands.

“You know, maybe I should come around. I bet Thor and I would have some fun.”

“Is this a god damn game to you?”

You smiled. It was a game when he made it one. You’d run, and he’d chase you. It was like an extreme game of tag. A game that you’ve been playing for far too long. You wanted nothing to do with the Avengers. Only wanting Steve Rogers, but you learned the hard way that they came as a package deal. There was no physical place you could call home, but America’s golden boy would always be center axis, your 0,0.

“If you’ve got nothing good to tell me, Barnes, then I should be making my leave.”

“Y/N,”

You paused in your step, the air crackling around you when Bucky’s fingers wrapped themselves around your arm. He wasn’t hurting you, not even close—he’d rather die than hurt you—but no one touched you. Ever. Light bulbs exploded around you, people ducking under the tables to avoid getting cut by the shards of glass. You stood your ground, ready to get the hell out of there. You had just started to get comfortable, and they had to ruin your fun. You weren’t in the mood for games. You weren’t going to give in and they’d never force you to, so why bother wasting each other’s time? If Steve honestly wasn’t waiting in the shadows for you…you sighed. It was better to not get your hopes up. You turned on your heel, ripping your arm from Bucky’s grasp and made your way to the back door. The whirling of Bucky’s metal arm reached your ears. He just couldn’t fucking get it. Flexing your hand, you sent a wave of electricity through his arm—the plates screeching against one another, the wires sizzling as they short circuited. You ignored him cursing your name as you exited the building.

“You’re really going to piss him off one of these days.”

Goosebumps erupted over your skin. His voice draping over you like a worn blanket. Soft, comforting, familiar. A smile crept its way on to your face when you felt the heat of his body pressed against your back. It wasn’t you making the sparks this time—it was all him. You hummed in content, your head falling back against his shoulder. The fabric of his leather jacket pulling at your hair.

“Maybe he’ll learn to keep his hands to himself. After all this time, you’d think the fucker would know better.”

You felt Steve’s chest rumble with his barely contained laughter. “You and that mouth of yours.”

You turned, eyes alight with humor meeting his steely gaze. He wore a smirk, his body relaxed. He was waiting for you to make the first move. Your head shook, lazy fingertips tracing up the hard plains of his chest, grabbing at the lapels of his jacket and pulling him as close as he could get.

“Yeah? What of it, boy wonder?”

Steve smiled, his hands grabbing at your hips, a string of curses falling from his lips when you sent a shock through him. The man liked pain, you had learned, and you aimed to please. He squeezed your hips, letting you know that by the time he was through with you, you’d have the shape of his hands painted all over your skin. You sighed, feeling him overwhelm you. How long had it been? Six months? A year? Did it matter? The answer was simple—no, it didn’t. All that mattered was his lips on yours. His hands on your skin. Your fingers tangled in hair. His blue eyes focused on nothing but you. The only sound coming from you was his name—a chant, a prayer, a beg for release. Over and over and over again.

You and Steve were a story that had been told a time or two before. A tall tale that changed every time it was shared. Nothing major, just little details that slipped—something new that remained to be discovered. The way your back arched off the mattress in your dingy motel room. He had barely even started, and you were already a mess. Not that he minded, if the low, guttural moan that escaped him when he ripped the black lace off your chest was anything to go by.

“You know, I think I fall in love with you every time we do this,” Steve said as he kissed a hot trail down your neck.

You rolled your eyes, anxious hands yanking at his pants and pushing them down his thighs. “You are such a fucking sap, Rogers. Aren’t you ever going to learn?”

He stopped moving, his face coming back up to hover over yours. You wanted to flinch at the softness in his eyes. The certainty that he knew what he was up against. You had him wrapped around your little finger. One zap and he’d be down on his knees ready to do your bidding. Steve would give you the fucking world on a silver platter if it’s what you wanted. You’d never ask, because all that you desired was peace. For you to even obtain an ounce of that, you had to fight tooth and nail for it. Staring up at Steve Rogers, watching him look at you like you hung the moon and all its stars, it was very clear that he was never going to learn.

PART 2 PART 3