#and Bucky hates the reader/MC

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Request - @jason-todd-fangirl-14

my first request! tysm, I hope this is okay <33

TLB

req-Can I request some sweet fluffy with Bucky Barnes please? Maybe some injury/surgery recovery with him? Thanks! :)

Everyone is alive and well living at the Avengers tower, I had long hair Bucky in mind but imagine whatever you'd like

F!mc no desc, but being fem has nothing to do with the plot, just the pronouns

Bucky x reader

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When y/n limped off of the quinjet, with Natasha's aid, she was reminded yet again by her dear friend to tell Bucky.

"You know he'll find out anyways, why prolong your own suffering?" The redhead asked, flawless as always even after their duo mission.

Y/n threw her head back, groaning. "You know how he is, Nat! He won't let me eat for weeks by myself, let alone go on any other missions."

"Maybe that's for the better." The elder snorted, earning a sharp elbow to the rib. "Watch it! I will drop you, y'know."

"No, you wont." Y/n smugly countered. "My poor injured self can't do this al-"

Natasha unceremoniously dropped her to the floor of the medbay's doorway, earning a surprised gasp from Dr. Cho and a pained yelp from Y/n.

"Nat!" she yelled. "I didn't think you would actually do it." Groaning, she rubbed her hip, sure that it would bruise.

Natasha only smirked down at her, then helped her up again. "Sorry, you know I can't resist when someone challenges me."

"Have some sympathy for a poor wounded soilder. " Y/n joked, not having any genuine hard feelings towards Natasha. Dr. Cho and Nat worked together to lift her onto a bed.

"Just a cut, I think, Helen." Y/n told the doctor with a slightly bashful look. She rarely ended up in the medbay, and when she did, it was always for some stupid and avoidable mistake. Tony lovingly liked to call her 'time-bomb' for her untimely injuries.

Bucky liked to call her reckless.

"Mm, maybe we should call Bucky in here to take care of it. Some Tender Lovin Bucky." Natasha snorted again when Y/n tried to swat at her, being dodged easily.

"Ha ha, Natasha the comedian." She said dryly.

Nat only bowed dramatically, striding towards the door again. "I'll leave you to it. I'm gonna go out with Clint to lunch. Good luck with your soilder!" She called over her soilder, jogging to the elevator.

Y/N groaned, sitting back into the bed as Helen fussed over her cut. "A bit deeper than just a cut, Y/N. Gonna need a few stiches." Helen told her, raising a brow.

"Sorry, Hel." She said sheepishly.

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Less than an hour later, Y/n was hobbling herself to the elevator after being dismissed by Cho.

Praying that she didnt run into anyone on her room's floor, y/n was glad to make it all the way past the kitchens without a soul in sight. It was Saturday after all.

She entered her room with a sigh, stretching her sore muscles as the door closed behind her.

She walked to her dresser, hoping to shower the day away and take a well earned nap.

"Where have you been?" A voice startled her from her plans. Turning, she saw Bucky sitting on her loveseat, completely in silence.

"Bit scary, don't you think? How long have you been sitting in here?" She asked. Of course, he was old and used to sitting in silence, but some music wouldn't hurt.

He rolled his eyes, standing up. "Avoiding the question." He said, icy eyes zoned in on her worriedly.

"So are you,' She countered innocently.

"Doll," he chastised, sighing. "What happened?"

"Just a little scrat-"

"You got hurt? Where?" Immediately he scanned her up and down, searching for some major dislocation or third degree burn.

"Just a cut, see?" She lifted her leg slightly to the daylight coming through the window. "Already stitched up, Cho said I'd be fine to go on missions again in a few days." She assured him, hands on his wrists to stop him from turning her this way and that.

Bucky pursed his lips, sighing through his nose. "I hate you going on these missions alone," he told her.

"I'm not, I had Nat with me.' Y/n assured him again.

"It's not the same. If I went with, I'd be able to keep my eye on you instead of waiting for you here uselessly."

"You're not useless when you're waiting here." She planted dainty little kisses along his knuckles. "It makes it easier to do missions knowing you're here waiting for me. What motivation do I have to come home without you?"

"Don't say that," he said, though he melted into her touch nontheless.

"Its true." She grinned up at him.

Huffing dramatically, he layed his head on her shoulder, giving in. "Let me help you out with the shower, then you're confined to bed rest forever." Bucky said.

"Forever ever?" She laughed, leaning into his arms and the warmth of him. "A bit melodramatic for a little cut, Buck."

"Its not," he smiled back. "Perfectly reasonable."

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After a much-needed shower, y/n and Bucky settled themselves down on her bed, her head on his chest while she laid on her good leg's side.

The silence was peaceful, only the sound of breathing and heartbeats in the room.

"I guess it is kinda nice," she spoke up softly, in her haze of comfort.

"hm?' Bucky mumbled, playing with a strand of her hair.

"Sitting in silence." She replied, earning a quiet chuckle from his chest.

He kissed the crown of her head softly, "get some rest. I'll take care of you."

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Let Me Love You | 5 - B. Barnes

Character: college!Bucky x Female!Reader

Summary: On a mysterious, rainy night, Bucky witnesses a distressing encounter involving his crush.

Chapter 1 , Chapter 2 , Chapter 3 , Chapter 4 , Chapter 5 , Chapter 6 , Chapter 7 , Chapter 8.

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Today, you didn't attend class with your usual high spirits. Despite indulging in the sweetest latte with your friends, the sugar failed to lift your mood. Your melancholy was palpable, evident even to Bucky.

Concern etched on his face, Bucky inquired, "What's wrong? Are you sick? You look pale. I have paracetamol with me. Do you want to take one?"

His worry touched you, a new sensation in your interactions. You chuckled softly and replied, "I'm alright. I'm just stressed for tonight."

Bucky furrowed his brow, clearly puzzled by your response.

Taking a moment to explain, you elaborated, "I have to accompany my ex to the gala tonight. He needs me to maintain his good image."

Bucky tilted his head, contemplating your predicament.

"You can't escape it?" he asked, a hint of sympathy in his voice.

You shook your head resignedly. "No."

Observing the concern in Bucky's eyes, you felt a flicker of gratitude towards him. His genuine care sparked a desire in you to confide in him further.

Night had descended upon the venue as you and Lloyd arrived, the air thick with tension. As you approached the entrance, Lloyd linked his arm with yours, creating the facade of a happy couple.

Leaning close to your ear, he whispered, his voice tinged with desperation, "Tonight, just lie. Even though you hate me, in front of everyone, tell them you love me."

His words hung heavy in the air, leaving a bitter taste in both of your mouths.

You gazed at him wordlessly, your eyes betraying the turmoil within. Though no words escaped your lips, your expression spoke volumes, a mixture of resentment and resignation evident in your features.

Before you could respond, the football coach intervened, greeting Lloyd and ushering both of you to greet the guests.

The attendees comprised students who had received scholarships, successful alumni, and sponsors of the university. Among them was Nicky, accompanied by her father. She approached Lloyd with a smile. "Lloyd, you're finally here. I thought tonight would be boring." Then, turning to you, she added with a hint of malice, "Oh, fancy seeing you here, Y/N."

You responded with a polite smile, sensing the underlying hostility in Nicky's demeanor. It wasn't worth causing a scene, especially considering Nicky's powerful family connections compared to your own lack of influence.

A senior attendee who had frequented the gala noticed the rearranged seating. He directed his question to Nicky, "Your table got changed? Usually, your family sits near the stage."

Nicky clicked her tongue in annoyance, turning to survey the empty table. "Yeah, I heard the main sponsor of the university never shows their face. But suddenly, last night they decided to come. It caught my mom and her team off guard."

Lloyd's eyes widened in surprise. Besides, Nicky's family was another sponsor, seemingly even more influential?

Suddenly, the MC made announcements, prompting the guests to take their seats at their assigned tables. You found yourself seated beside Lloyd at a circular table, but your discomfort grew as Nicky appeared and took the seat beside him.

You couldn't help but feel as though Nicky was trying to assert her presence, as if she were ready to step into your role.

"Well, Nicky," you thought bitterly, "you can have the trash."

However, Lloyd seemed equally displeased with the seating arrangement. You could tell he wanted to sit with you, perhaps to talk things over. Despite his past mistakes, he couldn't bear the thought of being without you.

Opting to converse with the seniors at the table, you tried to distract yourself from the tension between Lloyd and Nicky.

Meanwhile, Nicky attempted to engage Lloyd in conversation, but her efforts were met with short, dismissive replies.

"Oh, I'll think about it," Lloyd replied curtly to one of Nicky's questions.

"Maybe another time," he added to another, clearly uninterested in engaging with her.

Back on the stage, the headmaster of the university began delivering the opening remarks, highlighting the institution's achievements over the past year to the investors gathered.

As the headmaster highlighted the achievements of the football team, including Lloyd and his teammates winning the championship, they were called to the stage to receive their awards and prizes. Lloyd, along with his team and coach, were initially confused, not expecting any additional gifts.

Nevertheless, they made their way to the stage, greeted by applause from the audience.

Once everyone was gathered on stage, the headmaster invited the CEO of Vamps and his son to join them. Murmurs of surprise rippled through the crowd as the prestigious Vamps company was revealed, known for its presence among the top three companies in the world, specializing in foods, luxury goods, and hotels.

The dimming of the stage lights and the commencement of music heightened the anticipation in the room.

Finally, the owner of Vamps, Michael Barnes, made his entrance. His friendly demeanor and firm handshake conveyed his pride as an alumnus, congratulating the team on their success.

As the moment arrived to present the prizes, Lloyd and you couldn't believe your eyes. It was Bucky who stepped forward, holding the awards and the cheque.

A hush fell over the students of St. Louis University, stunned by the unexpected turn of events.

Wait? Bucky is the heir to the Vamps company?

Bucky? The same Bucky who drove to class in an old car, while Vamps raked in billions yearly?

Lloyd felt his world crumble around him. He had belittled Bucky, calling him a loser, unaware of the immense wealth and power Bucky possessed.

As he stood on the stage, surrounded by the glitz and glamour of the gala, Lloyd couldn't help but feel small and insignificant. His once towering confidence faltered, replaced by a cold sweat and a sinking feeling of inadequacy.

Unable to see you in the dimmed light of the guest tables, Lloyd's heart pounded with regret. He had never imagined that Bucky, someone he had dismissed as insignificant, would outshine him in such a grand manner.

And you? You are also speechless and stunned. Realizing Bucky's true identity left you reeling, questioning everything you thought you knew about him. You had never thought Bucky was this powerful because each time you spent time with him, he never once flaunted his wealth.

After the awards ceremony, the football team returned to their seats, jubilant over their newfound wealth. But Lloyd sat there, his joy overshadowed by a profound sense of defeat.

Nicky's congratulatory words felt hollow to Lloyd, a feeble attempt to pierce through the darkness engulfing him.

In a sudden and desperate move, Lloyd grabbed your hand, his voice trembling with a mixture of frustration and despair. "We're leaving," he declared, his eyes searching for an escape from the suffocating reality closing in around him.

Caught off guard by his abruptness, you struggled to find the right words to respond. "Ah, wait—". You attempted to protest, but the weight of his touch and the turmoil in his eyes silenced you momentarily.

Lloyd felt like he was being chased when, as he and you walked past two tables, he heard his name, "Lloyd Hansen."

The voice didn't belong to Bucky. When he turned around, he saw the headmaster standing with Bucky and Michael.

The headmaster gestured for Lloyd to come closer. He wanted to introduce Lloyd, "He is the reason why our team won."

Michael shook Lloyd's hand, causing him to let go of you. "You have a great future, kid. Keep it up. I heard you will be the first NFL athlete from our university."

Lloyd stammered, "I, uhm, you're too kind."

Bucky seized the opportunity to be with you. You noticed how his style had changed compared to his daily outfit. Right now, he really looked like he belonged to the top 1%.

Bucky's sudden appearance beside you only deepened Lloyd's sense of despair. He watched helplessly as you gravitated towards Bucky's table, leaving him behind in a sea of uncertainty.

Lloyd's heart sank as he felt like the ground was crumbling beneath him. Each word of praise from Michael and the headmaster felt like another blow to his ego, leaving him feeling small and insignificant.

Lloyd looked at you, now freed from his grasp, feeling utterly empty.

Invited to join Bucky's table, you glanced back at Lloyd, his expression a tableau of despair and resentment. In that moment, he felt utterly alone, abandoned by his own inadequacies and overshadowed by your presence.

Lloyd's chest tightened with a mixture of resentment and longing as he realized that he had lost not only you but also any chance of reclaiming his former glory. It was a bitter pill to swallow, knowing that he had let his arrogance and complacency cost him everything he held dear.

Meanwhile, Nicky, who was dressed in her best attire, had hired the best makeup artist and had spared no expense, couldn't accept why you, who wore a simple dress, no jewelry, and minimal makeup, were the center of attention.

Nicky's jealousy radiated off her like a palpable force, her perfectly manicured nails biting into her thumb as she seethed with envy. Seeing you, the object of Lloyd's affection, being drawn to Bucky's side was like a dagger to her heart.

It just wasn't fair!

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Love, Lies & Electricity - Chapter 4

AN: Week 8 of @buckybarnesevents Hot Bucky Summer! Let’s go!!!!! This is a heavy chapter and contains scenes that may be difficult or even triggering for some. Please mind the tags. For those who wish to skip those scenes, stop reading after the Reader has spoken to Yelena and Kate on the Quinjet and resume when it is two weeks later and Reader is getting a clean bill of health from Dr Cho. I will include a summary of the scenes at the end. On a lighter note, bonus kisses for those who work out what word reader and Bucky decided to transmit for Sam to follow. Catch up on the previous part here.

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Challenges and Bingos: HBS week 8 - Maybe this’ll help you relax?

Summary: Being rescued isn’t  the end of the story - there’s always the aftermath.

Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced Reader

Word Count: 3.7k

CW: Hand-wavy science, Flashbacks, Canon typical violence, Medical abortion, Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Dash Dash Dash.

With each pulse you let out, you winced, but you had to keep trying.

Dash Dot Dot Dot.

Once Bucky had regained consciousness, disorientated but pleased with himself, you’d helped him move back over to the pair of thin mattresses which you’d pushed together a few days ago. As he’d recovered you’d used the cover of his supine body to twist the exposed end of the wire to one of the very few metal bolts in the wall. Since then, in between druggings and soakings - when you’d begun to dry out a bit and it was less painful, you’d been sending out morse code in radio waves. You just prayed it was going somewhere.

Dot Dot Dot Dot.

Hopefully the fact that the letters were jumbled up and that your pulses were infrequent would mean that your captors would be none the wiser..

Dash

Bucky was currently sleeping, recovering from his injuries. Hydra hadn’t let the pair of you rest though, and during the most recent round of the aphrodisiac induced coupling, you’d had to do most of the work. You should be hating it - and part of you absolutely did - but at the same time the pleasure he wrung from your body - that couldn’t all be the drug, right? Your memories taunted you, telling you it had always been like this, as much as you tried to deny them. However, with everything else going on, and given what you’d said to him during the first, frantic coupling, neither of you had addressed the elephant in the room. 

Dot Dot.

You hadn’t spoken about what had caused you to break up.

A few times you’d caught him looking at you, sadness in his eyes. Regret as well. It didn’t help that that traitorous part of you was begging to hear him out - listen to his reasons and…

Dash Dot Dot Dot.

“Ow! Motherfucker!” You let go of the wire and sucked at your palm, trying to soothe the pain that had lanced across it. As if on cue, the sprinklers came on.

Rescue, when it came, felt anticlimactic. You were asleep when it started, but Bucky shook you awake, his enhanced hearing alerting him to some disturbance outside of your cage before it even became audible to you. You were too damp to do anything other than create a few sparks in your hand, so you didn’t make a fuss when Bucky angled his body between yours and the door. Even with only one arm he was still more formidable than you were in your current state.

“Ready?” he asked and you nodded back, a grim look of determination plastered to your features.

“As I’ll ever be.”

The door opened and you both tensed, ready to fight. When Sam came through, it took you a few seconds to process what you were seeing. In fact, it was only when Sam spoke that you managed to unfreeze.

“Are you guys alright?” Sam pushed his goggles up onto his head. His wings were retracted due to the tight space, but the shield was still strapped to his left forearm, at the ready. Bucky strode over and the two embraced, a hug full of emotion.

“We’re okay, Sam. Thank you.”

However, you weren’t quite as ready to relax as Bucky was apparently, and without a word you barged past the pair of them, out into the corridor and into the maze of the unknown bunker you were in. You heard both Bucky and Sam call for you, their voices laden with concern, but you were a woman on a mission. A woman who knew how Hydra thought. Therefore, it didn’t take you more than a few minutes, stepping around bodies both unconscious and still for other reasons, to find the room you were looking for.

You burst through the door of the laboratory, not certain what you were going to find, but almost uncaring. Your tormentor was tied up on the floor, between two young women you didn’t recognise. One of them, a brunette in a black and purple suit, held a bow in her hand, an arrow knocked and aimed at the scientist's head. The other, blonde and in a far more sensible tac suit, stood at the computer console, going through all the data with a nauseated look on her face.

Letting out an almost inhuman scream, you launched yourself at him, barreling him over. You straddled his chest and pressed your hands to his neck, letting what little power you had flow into him. You grinned, sickly, as he jerked, jolted and screamed beneath you.

“I’m going to kill you, you sicko. I’m going to be the last thing you see, the last thing you hear. You will die by my hand!”

You were aware of several voices shouting around you, but your attention was on him. That was until something - someone - crashed into you, knocking you to the floor. You screamed again in hysterical desperation, kicking out with your legs, and your sheet dress loosened around you.

“Please,” said a voice in your ear. “I don’t wanna hurt you. But you have to stop.” You turned your head and looked up into the dark eyes of Joaquin. His hands gripped your wrists, stopping you from touching anything, stopping you from touching him. “You’re safe. You and Bucky. We’ve got you. And we’ll deal with him. Just not like this.”

The fight went out of you, and a sob bubbled up your throat. Your hands stopped sparking and you turned in Torres’ arms and let your tears run free.

Spring 2014

You’d just been moved to the chair for more testing when the alarms started to go off. The orderlies and scientists around you looked up, startled and confused. A man in a military uniform you’d seen some people here wear ran into the room.

“We need to evacuate!” he shouted before running out again. The room descended into chaos. Someone moved close to you, undoing the straps that they’d only just tightened around your legs and arms, obviously intent on taking you with them in their escape from whatever the heck was going on. However, in their rush, they hadn’t secured your rubber gloves properly.

As soon as you were free from your bonds, you didn’t waste a second. The person who’d freed you barely had a moment to realise their mistake before they were dropping to the ground, either passed out or dead, you weren’t sure. You started running then, pushing past some people and shooting bolts of energy at others. You weren’t sure where you were going, you just knew you had to get out. Had to get away.

Sweat dripped down your forehead, running into your eyes, and the hard ground beneath your feet, littered with small bits of gravel and other debris, dug into your bare feet, but you didn’t care. Didn’t stop. Out. Out. Out. Your mind had the word on repeat, just in case you forgot what your end goal was. The flow of people around you, people who obviously worked here in the Octopus’ lair but didn’t know who you were well enough to steer clear, was going upwards, so that’s where you went as well. It made sense in a way, that you were underground, because you’d never seen a window in all your time here, being moved between your cell and the lab. Up and up you went, running up concrete stairwells, only slowing to stop someone from following you, until you burst through an emergency door and out into the sunlight.

The brightness of it hurt your eyes and quickly ran towards the nearest shade - a big tree. You registered the feeling of grass under your feet and breathing hard, you looked around trying to get your bearings. The ground in every direction was covered by row after row of white stones, laid out in military precision, and beyond them you could see a wide river. Birds were chirping and there was a light breeze, lending an air of peace of the like you hadn’t felt in so long.

Suddenly there was the sound of a loud explosion and you turned to see a fireball in the air. Smoke and fire and the debris of some kind of giant aircraft rained down, landing into the river, sinking to the bottom. As you watched you swore you saw a person fall along with the chunks of metal, and then a moment later a second. Did this have something to do with the underground chaos? However, you had no time for further musing because a shout from behind you reminded you that you were in the middle of your own escape. Turning, you let your powers arc out of you and hit the person bearing down on you with some kind of gun clutched in his fists. He dropped to the ground and you sprinted away, your lungs full of fresh, life-giving air.

The atmosphere on the quinjet was tense. You’d intentionally separated yourself from Bucky once you’d all gotten aboard. You were too fragile to deal with him right now. 

After you’d cried yourself out in Torres’ arms, he’d passed you over to the two women who’d come to help him and Sam rescue you. You were certain that in your struggle with him he’d seen far more of your naked body than either of you was comfortable with, although now you’d regained your equilibrium you were glad for his intervention.

Your new acquaintances, Kate and Yelena, had helped you cover yourself back up for the walk back to the jet, then Yelena had sat with you, holding your hand in hers without fear as Kate had rummaged through bags and boxes to find you any kind of clothing that would fit. Neither had pressured you to talk or gone further than checking you over for major physical injuries.

“We’ll take you to medical when we get back to the compound,” Yelena had said in accented English. “I’m afraid that you will need to have a full work up to make sure there are no long lasting side-effects.”

“I need Levonorgestrel, or Ulipristal acetate.”

Yelena’s lips twisted in sympathy. “The pair of you were in there for two weeks. It might be too late for either of those.”

“Mifepristone and Misoprostol then.”

Kate came and sat on your other side. “Do you want confirmation before you take them?”

“No.” Even you could tell your voice was unnaturally flat. Tired. “I don’t want to know. I need you to tell the doctor that. Please.” The pair nodded, understanding exactly. You gave them a small smile, then lent your head back, closed your eyes and finally, allowed yourself to rest.

You were back in the same sterile guest room at the compound you’d been in before the mission. The mission that had been one big trap to return you to Hydra’s clutches. You’d been cleared by medical, a kindly doctor called Helen Cho who had worked with SHIELD and the Avengers for a long time. She’d given you a cream for your intimate parts that were understandably sore after what they’d been put through the last two weeks, and some pills, with strict instructions on how to use them. Yelena and Kate had done as you’d asked, giving the doctor your instructions. You needed to put this behind you as soon as you could. You’d taken the first tablet under her supervision.

On your own for the first time since your rescue, you tried to keep yourself occupied - distracted - but nothing seemed to be working. Despite having access to all the TV and film entertainment you might want, there was nothing you wanted to watch. There were no books you wanted to read or games you wanted to play. You stared out of the window until it began to overwhelm you, and then you began to pace. When that made you stir crazy you went back to the window. Rinse and repeat.

Three hours in you got your first abdominal cramp.

Two hours later you were curled up on the bed, hissing through the pain. Tears ran down your face. Logically you knew that this had been your only sensible option, and you’d expected the physical discomfort. But the emotional pain? The feeling of loss? That had not even occurred to you. 

There was a knock at the door, but you ignored it, screwing your eyes shut even tighter as another cramp wracked your body.

A further knock.

“Go away!” you shouted through the tears. Your arms were wrapped around your waist and you rocked side to side on the mattress. A creaking sound from behind you let you know that whoever was outside hadn’t taken no for an answer, but you didn’t have the energy to get up and chastise them. The bed dipped and a warm body pressed up against yours, a vibranium arm settling over your own across your middle.

“It’s gonna be okay, sweetheart.”

Your heart cracked in two. “It hurts so much,” you sobbed.

“I know it does.” There was strain evident in Bucky’s voice and you knew then that he understood that you weren’t talking about the cramps. He pressed a kiss to the back of your head and then moved away again. You flipped over on the bed, one hand outstretched as if to drag him back to your side.

“Stay. Please. I need…” you trailed off. Even in your anguish you were unable to fully voice what you wanted to say.

“‘M not going anywhere, doll. Just gonna run you a bath. Maybe it’ll help you relax - make you feel a bit better. It’ll be good to be properly clean, won’t it?”

You nodded, acknowledging the truth of his words as you took in the way Bucky’s hair lay in clean, fluffy tufts across his scalp. You hadn’t actually cleansed yourself yet, too caught up in waiting for the drugs to do what they would, and the daily soakings the pair of you had received obviously didn’t count. 

Bucky ducked into the en-suite and you heard the water start. You snorted at the irony that you were about to turn your powers off again, after only just drying out enough to get them back, but it had to be done. When Bucky returned you let him help you up and support you through to the bathroom. You sat down on the closed toilet seat and looked up at him as he stood in the doorway.

“Could you… umm…” It felt daft to be feeling shy after what you’d both gone through together, but those had been extenuating circumstances. Bucky gave you a nod of understanding though.

“Sure. You undress yourself, but just to let you know, once you’re in the water I’m coming in to sit with you. I’m not letting you go through this alone, okay?”

“Okay,” you agreed. It seemed right that he’d be the one here with you through this.

It took you longer than you thought it would to divest yourself of your borrowed clothes although it obviously wasn’t more than a few minutes. You sank into the warm water with an audible sigh and the bubbles on the surface bobbed around.

“Can I come back in?” Bucky asked from outside the door which you’d left ajar.

“Yeah.” You leaned your head back and closed your eyes, letting the warmth and the bath salts ease the physical aches and pains in your body. You heard him walk through and settle on the floor next to the bath. You let your left arm, that had been resting on the edge of the tub, drop down and the ache in your heart and mind lessened when Bucky threaded the fingers of his right hand with yours.

Two weeks later and Dr. Cho declared you fit and well, with no lingering physical side-effects. The mental ones though? They would take much longer to heal.

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay?” she asked, but you shook your head with a gentle smile.

“I’m sure. I need to get back to my life - find a sense of normalcy. And I have a therapist I can call. Get myself booked in.”

She smiled back at you. “That all sounds positive. But you know where I am if you need me. Yelena and Kate too. Oh, and Joaquin. He’s formed quite the attachment.”

A chuckle escaped you. She wasn’t wrong there. As soon as the worst effects of your medication were over, and you were up and moving around the compound, Torres had been like your personal manservant - fetching you cups of tea, candy bars, tacos. Whatever your heart desired. He was a sweet young man, and felt to you like the brother you’d never had, or maybe a younger cousin. The only downside of his devoted attention was that it coincided with Bucky withdrawing his. He’d been by your side through the worst of it, making sure you took your pain meds, providing heat pads and changing your sheets, but as soon as you didn’t need him anymore he’d all but disappeared. It hurt almost as much as what you’d just gone through. However, as you’d just said to Helen, it was time to move on. 

It didn’t take you long to pack up the bag that you’d brought with you a month ago, and as you turned to look at the room it was as though you’d never been here at all. Which, you supposed, was how it should be. Everything back to how it had been before any of this happened. 

The Hydra scientist who’d kidnapped the pair of you was recovering from his new electrical burns in the secure wing of a local hospital, being watched over by members of SWORD. He’d never be able to hurt anyone else, ever again. 

Yelena had downloaded all of the data before she’d used her own skills to fry the fuck out of the bunker computer, and then given you the flash drive, so you could decide what to do with it. You’d fried it with the highest voltage you could muster without a second thought. All that was left to do was leave.

Awkwardly, all of them were waiting for you down in the parking garage. Yelena gave you a gentle hug. Kate threw her arms around your neck and made you promise not to be a stranger. Joaquin fidgeted and stuttered out his goodbye until you stunned him into silence by planting a kiss on his cheek. Sam held out his hand to you, one professional to another, and apologised for the umpteenth time about what had happened. Then the four of them left, leaving you alone with Bucky.

You turned away from him, securing your bag to your bike. The silence between you was thick and heavy with things that were unsaid. You knew you no longer hated him - you’d been through too much together for that - but you weren’t comfortable with him either. How did you get comfortable around the man who’d broken your heart, who you’d then been kidnapped and forced to do the unthinkable with, and then who’d supported you through something so incredibly intimate?

When you couldn’t stall the inevitable any longer you turned back around. “This is good-bye, I suppose?” You flashed him a wan smile. “I’d like to say it’s been a pleasure, but - you know - that would be a total lie.”

Bucky let out an amused huff at your attempt at levity. “I can’t change your mind by asking you not to go, can I?”

You shook your head. “I know you care, Buck, but I still can’t trust you. Goodbye.”

You threw your leg over your bike and took hold of your helmet. You were just lifting it up to place it over your head when Bucky gently, but firmly, pulled it from your grip, placing back on the front of your bike.

“No.”

“No?” Your brow furrowed. “You don’t get to tell me no, James Barnes.”

“I - no - I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just -” he let out a laden breath. “I was never going to ask you to join us, okay? I know that’s what Sam wanted me to do, and I’ll admit I was intending to do it, but as soon as I met you, as soon as we had that first conversation where we talked about what we’d both been through, I knew I couldn’t ask that of you. Even if we hadn’t ended up together I wouldn’t have done it. You deserved the peace of being out of the fight. The peace of being able to heal and put it as far behind you as you could.”

You looked at him, eyes wide in shock and confusion, as he continued.

“And then this god-damn mission. The way it was so obvious that we needed you to get in. That scientist - he admitted they’d been keeping tabs on you, looking for the right way to get you back, and being with me - being linked to the Avengers - it gave them the opportunity they needed. I’m so sorry.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but Bucky silenced you with a raised hand.

“No - and I do mean it now - you can’t tell me not to be sorry. I’ll keep being sorry for the rest of my life. Through my stupidity you got hurt not once but twice, and I can never make it up to you. But I had to tell you. I needed you to know that I never betrayed you.”

He cupped your face with his left hand, and instinctively you reached up to press the cool metal to your face, looking up at him with watery eyes.

“And,” he added, “I never stopped loving you.” He lent down, dropping a brief kiss to your lips and your eyes closed, trying to stop the tears. Bucky pulled his hand from your gentle grasp and when you opened your eyes again he was gone. It was just you and your bike, alone in the garage.

You swiped at your eyes and fanned at them with your hand to dry the tears, then placed your helmet on, started your engine and roared away. Tomorrow was a brand new day and you were heading towards it.

Chapter 5

Summary of scenes that cover the medical abortion: The reader is in her assigned guest room. She has taken the pills she needs to after being seen by Dr Cho. She is restless and unable to relax and then the cramps begin. A couple of hours later, with the medication really taking effect she is wrangling with both the physical and emotional toll of what she is going through. Bucky comes to her room, offering comfort that she accepts, finding something ‘right’ about him being with her through this. He runs her a bath and once she is in and under the bubbles he comes to keep her company, sitting on the floor next to the tub and they hold hands as she allows herself to relax.

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The Love That Seemed To Slip Away

★Request: Sorry I didnt know writing fics based on the lyrics was hard 😞 Thanks for trying though ❤️ I have another idea. What if instead of the lyrics , focusing on only bucky's trying to make his gf to hate him since he's gonna go to the most dangerous mission in his life and he thinks he might not be making it this time. Therefore, to save mc from this possible outcome, he's trying to make her hate him.

★ Pairing: Bucky x f!Reader

★ Warnings: Mentions of Torture

★ Genre: Angst/ Fluff

You wake up early, just as the sun is starting to rise, to make coffee for Bucky. It's a ritual you've developed over time, a small but meaningful way to show your love. Bucky always woke up before you to go on runs with Steve while you woke up around 7 to make coffee so that by the time he comes back he has something to look forward to.

The front door creaks open, and Bucky and Steve enter, their breaths slightly labored from their run. As they make their way to the kitchen, you stand ready with Bucky's favorite mug in hand, a comforting smile on your face.

But as he approaches, something feels off. Bucky doesn't meet your gaze; instead, he walks past you, heading straight for the sink to wash up. His demeanor is distant, and he seems lost in his thoughts, as if he's carrying a heavy burden.

You exchange a concerned glance with Steve, who also seems to notice Bucky's unusual behavior. Steve offers a quick nod and a sympathetic look, silently acknowledging that something is amiss.

Bucky finishes washing up and reaches for the coffee pot, pouring himself a cup without a word. He still hasn't looked at you, and the air in the room grows tense with unspoken questions.

After a few awkward moments, Bucky finally speaks, his voice lacking its usual warmth. "Thanks for the coffee," he mumbles, but his words feel distant and empty.

You walked over to him, a small smile on your face, and attempted to engage him in conversation. "How was the run, guys?" you asked, your voice warm and inviting.

Bucky's response was a stony silence. He didn't even glance in your direction, and the discomfort in the room grew palpable. You could sense something was deeply troubling him, and it weighed heavily on your heart.

Steve, noticing Bucky's reluctance to engage in conversation, decided to step in. He offered a reassuring smile and replied on Bucky's behalf, "It was good, Y/N. We had a solid run."

You nodded, trying to hide your concern but failing miserably. Bucky's continued silence was unsettling, and it felt like a wall had been erected between you. It wasn't like him to be so distant and unresponsive.

Desperate to bridge the growing gap, you reached out to touch his arm gently. "Bucky, is something bothering you?" you asked, your concern evident in your voice.

He finally acknowledged your presence, though not in the way you had hoped. Bucky met your gaze, but there was a coldness in his eyes, and his response was indirect and hurtful. "Y/N, maybe you should ease up a bit," he said, his voice tinged with irritation. "I'm fine. You don't need to worry so much."

As Bucky stood up, he turned away from you and walked towards the exit, leaving you feeling hurt and bewildered. The sting of his rejection weighed heavily on your heart, and you fought back tears, struggling to comprehend what had just happened.

Steve, who had been silently observing the exchange, approached you with a sympathetic look. He gently placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder and said, "Y/N, don't take it to heart. Bucky's probably just having a rough day. He'll come around when he's ready to talk."

Trying to shake off the sting of Bucky's behavior, you took a deep breath and tried to convince yourself that perhaps you were overreacting. After all, everyone had off days, and maybe Bucky was simply having one of those moments. You didn't want to appear overly sensitive or needy, so you nodded in response to Steve's words, offering him a small, forced smile.

Steve sighed, clearly conflicted by the situation. "I'm going to go check on him," he said, giving you an apologetic look. "Maybe he just needs some space right now."

As Steve followed Bucky out of the kitchen, you were left feeling hurt and confused, wondering what had caused this sudden rift between you and the man you loved.

★★★

The evening had arrived when you and Bucky had planned to go out for a romantic dinner. It was a few days ago when you'd both set this date, looking forward to some quality time together amidst the chaos of the Avengers' busy lives. You arrived at the restaurant, your heart filled with anticipation, and chose a cozy corner table, softly lit by candlelight.

Time passed, and you checked your watch, noticing that it had been nearly thirty minutes since your reservation. An unsettling feeling began to gnaw at your stomach as you glanced around, hoping to catch a glimpse of Bucky's familiar face.

Just as you were about to reach for your phone to text him, your device rang, displaying Bucky's name on the screen. With a hint of relief, you answered, expecting an apology and an explanation for his tardiness.

"Hey, Bucky," you said, trying to keep your tone light, "where are you? I've been waiting here for a while."

Bucky's voice on the other end sounded distant, and his response sent a wave of disappointment through you. "I'm really sorry, Y/N, but Natasha wants to spar with me for the latest mission, and I can't say no."

Your heart sank, and you couldn't help but feel hurt by his words. You'd been looking forward to this dinner for days, and it felt like he was prioritizing work over your relationship. Trying to mask your disappointment, you asked, "Can't you reschedule the spar with Natasha? This was important to me."

Bucky's response was far from what you had hoped for. "Y/N, stop being so overdramatic," he replied, his tone icy and dismissive. "It's just one dinner. I'll make it up to you."

Tears welled up in your eyes as the weight of his words hit you like a punch to the gut. You never expected him to be so callous, especially when you had been looking forward to spending this time together. "Bucky, this was supposed to be our time," you said, your voice quivering with hurt.

But he didn't seem to care. Bucky simply replied, "I gotta go, Y/N. Natasha's waiting. Bye."

With that, he hung up the phone, leaving you sitting there in the dimly lit restaurant, feeling abandoned and heartbroken. You were left wondering how the man you loved could prioritize a mission over your relationship, and you couldn't help but fear that this was a sign of deeper issues in your connection with Bucky.

★★★

As you walked into the apartment that night, the disappointment from the failed dinner date weighed heavily on your heart. Bucky sat on the couch, his distant expression telling you that something was terribly wrong. You knew you needed to confront him, to get to the bottom of what had gone so awry.

"Bucky," you began, your voice trembling with a mix of anger and hurt, "we need to talk about tonight."

He sighed heavily, his blue eyes meeting mine briefly before he looked away. "I don't think there's much left to say."

"Are you serious?" Your frustration boiled over. "You can't just leave me waiting at a restaurant, call me, and then tell me you're not sure about us anymore, and then run off on a mission without any explanation!"

Bucky's jaw clenched, and he finally met your gaze. "I needed to spar with Nat. It's not just a mission; it's training, and I couldn't say no."

You couldn't believe what I was hearing. "You couldn't say no to her, but you had no problem saying no to me? We had plans, Bucky. Plans that mattered to me."

Tears welled up in your eyes, and your voice trembled as you replied, "Bucky, you could have at least canceled our plans earlier or let me know that something came up. You're leaving me here feeling humiliated."

He seemed to hesitate, the weight of his own emotions showing in his furrowed brow and clenched fists. "I don't know how to explain it, I've been feeling distant, and I'm not sure if I can do this anymore."

His words hit you like a sledgehammer, and your heart sank into a pit of despair. "What do you mean, 'do this anymore'? Bucky, we've been through so much together. We love each other, don't we?"

Bucky's eyes held a coldness you had never seen before, and it sent a shiver down your spine. "I don't think I ever loved you. I used you as a crutch to help me get through my PTSD, to make myself feel better. But now that I'm better I don't need you anymore."

The room seemed to close in on you, the pain and confusion overwhelming. "No, Bucky, you can't mean that. We've shared so much, and I thought we had something real."

But instead of responding, Bucky stood up abruptly, his duffle bag clenched tightly in his hand. His voice was as cold as ice as he said, "I have to go. The mission can't wait."

You watched in stunned silence as he stormed out of the apartment, the door slamming shut behind him. The emptiness that engulfed you was suffocating, and you crumpled to the floor, tears streaming down your face.

★★★

The past month had been a relentless nightmare for you. Bucky had stormed off after that painful confrontation, leaving you in a whirlwind of emotions and confusion. But nothing could have prepared you for the news that followed. Bucky had gone on a dangerous undercover mission with Natasha, and they had both ended up severely injured and captured by the enemy. It felt like the world had crumbled around you.

While the rest of the Avengers were busy with their personal lives and commitments, it was just you and Steve who had rushed to the hospital. Steve paced the sterile corridors with a worried expression etched on his face, occasionally glancing at you as you sat outside the intensive care unit, your heart heavy with concern.

Hours turned into days, and you refused to leave the hospital. You couldn't bear the thought of Bucky and Natasha going through this alone, and your presence seemed to be the only solace you could offer them.

One day, as you were sitting by Bucky's bedside, Steve entered the room, his face a mixture of relief and exhaustion. He approached you, and you could see the weariness in his eyes.

"How's Natasha?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Steve sighed deeply. "She's stable, but she's not awake yet. They say it might be a while before she regains consciousness."

You nodded, your gaze drifting to Bucky, who lay unconscious with various tubes and wires attached to him. He looked so vulnerable, so far removed from the strong and stoic man you had known.

Steve sat down beside you, and his voice was heavy with guilt as he said, "I need to tell you something. Bucky was going undercover on this mission. He was supposed to be captured and tortured to be with the other agents who were captured, to get close to them and help them escape."

Your heart sank as the pieces fell into place. Bucky had been trying to cut off ties with everyone, including Steve, because he wasn't sure if he would make it out alive. It was a heartbreaking revelation, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of anger and sadness.

"Why didn't he tell us?" you whispered, tears welling up in your eyes.

Steve looked at you with empathy. "He didn't want us to get involved, in case things went south. He wanted to protect us."

★★★

As the days turned into weeks, Bucky's recovery showed remarkable progress. It was a sunny morning when you arrived at the hospital room, greeted by the sight of Bucky sitting up in bed, looking much stronger than before. His eyes lit up when he saw you, and a hopeful smile tugged at his lips.

"Y/N," he whispered, his voice still somewhat weak.

But as you gazed into his eyes, you could see the turmoil within him, the guilt and remorse that had weighed him down during his recovery. His lips quivered, and he took a shaky breath before he began to speak.

"I'm so sorry" Bucky choked out, tears streaming down his cheeks. "I never meant to hurt you like this."

You felt your heart ache as you watched him break down, his emotions laid bare before you. "Bucky, it's okay. You don't have to apologize."

Bucky shook his head, his voice trembling as he continued, "I need you to understand why I did it. I was scared. Scared of losing you, of losing everything we had. I thought if I pushed you away, it would protect you, protect us."

Tears welled up in your own eyes as you listened to his confession. "Bucky, I do understand. I know you were trying to protect us."

Bucky wiped away his tears with the back of his hand, his voice heavy with regret. "But it was a mistake, a terrible mistake. I should have trusted you, trusted us. I can't believe how foolish I was."

Bucky began, his voice trembling with emotion. "During that mission, all I could think about was you."

Your heart swelled with tenderness as you listened intently to his words. "Bucky, what do you mean?"

Bucky took a deep breath, as if reliving those moments in his mind. "Every time things got tough, every time I was in pain or scared, you were the one I thought of. Your face, your smile, the way you laugh—those memories kept me going. Even when they tortured me so badly I couldn't walk, all I could think about was you"

As Bucky shared his feelings about the mission and how you had been his source of strength, you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with love and relief. Tears of happiness welled up in your eyes as you whispered, "But now you have me, and you don't ever have to go through something like that alone again."

A warm smile spread across Bucky's face, and he gently pulled you closer. "I promise. I won't ever pull something like that again. I want to face everything together with you."

You settled beside him on the hospital bed, feeling the warmth of his embrace and the beating of his heart against your chest. It was a moment of profound comfort and reassurance, a silent affirmation of your love and your commitment to one another.

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Battle of The Babysitter

Request from ValerieQ on AO3 : "Awesome!So sunshine is babysitting this 8yr old boy. (her and bucky arent dating yet.) and the little boy has a massive crush on sunshine(she thinks its funny.) one day she brings bucky along while shes babysittg and let me tell you. this child hates bucky witha burning passion. not cuz the kid knows who the winter soldier is. but because the boy likes sunshine. t the end of the day poor bucky is half full of rage cuz whenever mc's back is turned, this CHILD is MAKING FUN OF HIM. And when confronted about it bucky accidentally lets it slip that he likes sunshime."

Pairing: Grumpy!Bucky Barnes x Sunshine!Reader

"Okay, you can do this, you can do this," Bucky chants under his breath. "It'll be fine, you can do this. Just ask. You can do this."

Today was the perfect day, Bucky reminded himself.

If he didn't do this now, he never would. He could barely remember the last time the two of you both had an entire day off together.

Actually, he could.

It was seven weeks ago.

And he chickened out then too.

He swore it was probably easier to get all the planets and stars to align than it was for your missions and assignments to coincide. He had to wait for almost two months before everything lined up all over again, and now, he had to do it.

He'd seen firsthand how other agents used their best pick up lines on you, their most obscenely flirtatious banter, it really was only a matter of time before someone captivated you like you captivated him.

It solidified his resolve. After all, there was no time like the present.

You were just sitting there in the common room, tying a ribbon around a perfectly wrapped gift box.

Bucky briefly worried that he accidentally missed someone's birthday, but he shakes off the concern knowing that you would tell him something like that.

You were always so considerate of him, even if you were slightly oblivious to the massive crush he'd been harboring. And you were good friends, so he wasn't sure why he couldn't summon the nerve to move his feet from where they were cemented on the tiled floor.

"James?" you call, looking up at him with a quirked eyebrow. "You're lurking again."

It was a little joke between the team, that Bucky just lurked around the entrances of rooms, crowds of people, any social gathering really. The first time Sam made the joke in front of you, you made it your job to not let Bucky lurk.

Sometimes by standing with him. Sometimes by grabbing his hand and bringing him into the conversation.

He feels a slight blush warm his cheeks at the thought of how kind and warm you were to him. His crush was clearly getting out of hand, which was another reason he just needed to gather the nerve to just ask you out.

He rolls his eyes, a humorous scoff leaving his mouth, "I'm not lurking."

"Don't worry, you didn't miss anyone's birthday."

He sighs in relief, "Good, Sam gave me so much shit last time."

You chuckle, finishing the bow on the gift box. "So what's wrong?"

"What?"

"You only lurk when something's bothering you."

"I wasn't- " he stops mid-sentence, figuring that now was as good of a time as any. "I actually just - I wanted to know if you had plans today? I thought maybe we could - Like the two of us. Together. Did I say today already? I feel like I should say today-"

'James," you try interjecting as he continues stringing half phrases together, "James, are you okay?"

"I just wanted to know if you wanted to maybe, kind of go out with me. Today," he finally blurts out all in one breath. 

"Oh," you slightly frown. It doesn't take any time for Bucky to process the frown. Rejection. He can feel it in the very pit of his stomach. In the awful tugging sensation in his chest. "I mean - I'd love to, but I actually have plans today."

"Plans," Bucky repeats, mostly convinced that you're just trying to let him down easy. He wouldn't press it any further. He knew you didn't owe him anything. And still, that acknowledgement didn't make it hurt any less. "Right."

"Why don't you come with me?" you abruptly offer, wanting to do anything to get the dejected look off of Bucky's face. 

"You want me to come with you?" he dumbly repeats. His eyebrows furrow. A rejection he could process. An invitation seemed to make all gears grind to a halt. "Like right now?"

"Yeah! Come with me!"

"Uh.." he lilts, hoping his brain will catch up with his mouth. He clears his throat and slightly shakes his head, "You sure? I don't want to impose or anything. You don't have to-"

"I want you to come," you assure him. "It'll be fun. Promise."

--

"So where exactly are we going?" Bucky asks as you both finally exit the subway station.

He vaguely recognizes the streets and some of the buildings, but nothing gives him any clue of where you're taking him.

"We are going to an orphanage," you finally reply, holding a tray of cookies in your hand as Bucky hold onto the gift box. "One of the last ones in New York actually."

Bucky quirks an eyebrow, "We're going to an orphanage?"

You chuckle and take his free hand and guide him in the correct direction, "It's actually a lot of fun. The kids are all really great. I usually spend the day there, playing with them, talking to the older ones."

"And why are we going to an orphanage?" he prods.

"Well, today I'm really just going to see one kid for his birthday," you explain, gesturing to the box tucked in the crook of Bucky's elbow. "But I usually go a few times a month. Mostly when I have the time. Nick keeps us pretty busy."

It takes everything in Bucky to play it cool when you don't drop his hand as you walk down the distantly familiar streets of Brooklyn. It was already going so much better than he thought it would've. You're holding his hand as you walk the streets of his old borough - it was already shaping up to be a pretty good day for him. 

"So you're telling me that on the few days we have off, you haul yourself from all the way upstate down to down Brooklyn to babysit kids all day - all of your own good will?"

You dismissively wave your hand, fighting the shy smile on your face, "It's not that big of a deal."

"Trust me, it's more than the rest of us do."

"Don't you go the VA to hang out with retired veterans with Sam and Steve?" you point out. 

"Yeah, but that's not so much charity, just hanging out with people my age," Bucky jokes. 

"So what do you call hanging out with me?" you ask as you finally reach your destination.

A date, he thinks to himself. A date, he tries to verbalize.

By the time his mouth catches up to his brain, you're gesturing to the building at the very corner of the street. There's a look of slight disappointment on your face when Bucky doesn't answer your question, but you shake it away. "That's our stop."

"This is it?" Bucky asks, stopped in front of the building.

The old brick building has to be at least as old as Bucky. Cracks and crumbling bricks line the exterior. The red brick color has now faded into a grayish beige. Definitely underfunded. Most certainly dilapidated and in need of some major repairs.

"I know," you frown, a little disappointed by Bucky's reaction. "But they do what they can with what they have."

"I didn't mean..." he rushes out. "I think it's great, what you're doing."

You turn to him with a warm smile, "Thanks."

Without another word, you both make your way inside. You approach the front desk with a smile. You don't even have to wait a moment before one of the staff calls your name with an exuberant beam. "I'm so glad you could make it today!"

"I wouldn't have missed it for the world," you easily reply. 

"And who's this?"

"This is my friend and colleague, James," you say, gesturing to Bucky.

Bucky has to fight the visceral urge to frown at the descriptors: friend and colleague. "Just Bucky is fine."

"A fellow Avenger," the staff member commends, shaking Bucky's hand. "I'm sure the kids will love you."

"You're back," an unfamiliar little boy exclaims, barreling out from the large, almost obscenely empty playroom just off to the side. 

The staff member chuckles with a warm smile. She ruffles the hair on top of the little boy's head as she tells you, "Jake hasn't stopped asking when you were coming back."

"Sorry, buddy, duty calls," you explain.

"You said duty," Jake snickers with a toothy grin.

"How's my favorite guy?" you ask the little boy. Before he answers, your eyes quickly flicker over your shoulder to Bucky, "No offense." 

Even as your attention shifts away from Bucky and onto the little boy, Bucky can't help the fluttering sensation that floats around the pit of his stomach at the mere thought of being your favorite guy, or at least, favorite non-child guy.

And it was only then that the excitement lighting up the boy's face fades as he finally bothers to notice Bucky standing behind you.

Jake's face drops, and though you'd never seen a child's mouth purse in distaste before, that was really the only way to describe Jake's reaction to Bucky.

"Jake, this is Bucky." You gesture to Bucky, still standing beside you. "Can you say hi?"

Jake rolls his eyes, grumbling under his breath, "Hi."

"And we brought you something," you quickly add, diverting the attention away from the awkward exchange, "Happy birthday!"

"You remembered?" the little boy gleams.

"Of course I remembered! It's not every day you turn 8 years old!" you gleefully exclaim, handing the little boy the gift box. "Hey, why don't you go show Bucky your other cars? I think he'd really like them."

The kid sighs, his shoulders slumping like he'd just been sent to do his least favorite chore, "Fine."

As Jake begrudgingly drags his feet back over to the open playroom with Bucky following him, Bucky shoots you an anxious glance over his shoulder. You wave your hand, reassuringly nodding and ushering him to follow the little boy. 

Watching from your peripheral as they take a seat in front of Jake's little toy cubby, you turn to the staff member with a warm smile. "And these are actually for you - and the other staff, of course," you say, handing her the large tray of cookies that you'd baked the night before.

"You're too kind," the staff member, Allison, compliments. 

"Anything to help," you offer. "How's everyone been?"

"Excited since they found out you were coming. Practically bouncing off the walls," she chuckles. "Jake's had a bit of a rough time, so we're all just happy to see him happy."

You remorsefully sigh. The little boy Allison was referring to was one of their older kids. Even at a mere 8 years old, he was too old for most couples to seriously consider adopting. The last time you were here, you'd heard of a couple that was halfway through the process of adopting the little boy. Your heart broke when you got the call that he would be celebrating yet another birthday here. "The adoption fell through?"

"They wanted a baby," she sadly explains with a shrug that tells you this situation is one she knows all too well. "There was nothing we could do."

"I'm so sorry."

Allison gently pats the top of your hand, "You really do make their day. I can't thank you enough."

"Any time, just let me know if you need anything else," you offer once more. "I'll do what I can."

And while you finish your conversation with the gentle staff member, Bucky remains awkwardly seated in the seat that was much too small for a fully frown adult, let alone a super soldier. The silence between the child and Bucky made it all the more uncomfortable.

"I don't like you," Jake states out of the blue, finally breaking the silence. 

Bucky immediately tears his eyes away from you and back to the kid, "What?"

"I don't like you," Jake easily repeats, pulling out several of his toy cars from his cubby. 

Bucky's mind immediately jumps to the Winter Soldier reasoning - a lot of people didn't like him because of that. "Why?"

"I'm her favorite guy. Not you," Jake coldly declares. 

A slight smile tugs at the corner of Bucky's mouth. He leans in a little closer to Jake, his elbows coming to rest on the play table. "I see what's happening here, does someone maybe have a little crush?"

"Yeah, you," Jake pointedly scoffs.

Though Bucky knows he's talking to a kid, an incredibly jealous child that doesn't know any better, he sputters, "I - I do not have a crush."

"And you're a liar too," Jake mutters under his breath.

"That was not very nice," Bucky admonishes.

"Lying isn't very nice either, Ducky."

"Bucky," Bucky corrects.

"Whatever you say, Ducky," Jake flippantly remarks.

"Bu-cky," Bucky emphasizes.

"Du-cky," Jake cheekily repeats. 

"Everything okay over here?" you ask, suddenly beside their little table. 

Bucky plasters a wide grin on his face. "Just great."

"Well, then, we should probably get a move on," you gently usher Bucky and Jake from the table. "I was thinking-"

Bucky nods along as you continue giving some suggestions on what birthday activities you three could partake in. But as Bucky stands, Jake kicks a toy car in front of Bucky's path.

And while Bucky would consider himself a fairly agile person, he didn't really think he had a reason to be totally on guard in a children's playroom. He immediately knows he was wrong as he unknowingly steps onto the toy car kicked in his path. His foot slips on the toy car and out from underneath him and sends him flat on his back with a pained huff. 

"Oh my God," you exclaim, immediately checking on Bucky. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, you okay, Ducky?" Jake asks, hovering over Bucky's fallen frame.

"Just great," Bucky wheezes, more from embarrassment than any true injury, squeezing his eyes as he imagines what the rest of the day has in store for him.  

And though his day started out better than he could've imagined, it was morphing the most agonizing day he could've imagined. 

Your first stop of the day was a little ice cream stop just around the corner. And for the shortest of moments, Bucky starts to think that maybe things wouldn't be so bad, that maybe the incident in the playroom was really just an accident. He even hoped that maybe he could win the kid over somehow. It was clear coming here meant a lot to you, and that meant it meant a lot to him too. 

But his hopes were dashed the moment you three all had your cones of ice cream in hand. As you grab a handful of napkins for the table, Bucky starts walking over to one of the empty tables in the ice cream shop, blissfully unaware of the scheming little boy walking on his heels.

Just as he's about to take a seat, he feels a dull shove into his back paired with a distinct crunching sound. Bucky gasps, whirling around with wide eyes to find the little boy standing behind him with an over dramatically apologetic expression.

"Whoops," Jake shrugs, the remnants of the smashed ice cream cone still in his hand. You sharply inhale from at the sight of the ice cream cone smashed into Bucky's favorite leather jacket. "I'm sorry, Ducky. Didn't mean to."

Bucky clears his throat, doing his very best to school his expression. He grits his teeth, pulling a pained smile onto his face, "It's fine. No harm, no foul."

"But that's your favorite jacket," you point out. "Here let me help you."

Bucky's eyes narrow as Jake deviously smirks at him the second your back is turned. You take the napkins in your hand and attempt to clean off the little shards of waffle cone and cold liquid now dropping down his jacket. He's a kid, Bucky keeps reminding himself, just a kid. 

Once the mess is mostly cleaned off of Bucky's jacket, you figure now would probably be a good time to shift gears for the day. 

"Who's up for the park?" you eagerly suggest, the only one of your small group still wearing a smile. 

After that, Bucky just thanks his lucky stars that the walk to the park just a couple blocks down goes without incident. Although, he's pretty sure it's you holding the little boy's hand down the street that appeases Jake rather than Jake having any actual mercy for Bucky. 

When you three get to the park, you take off with Jake, playing on the jungle gym, pushing him on the swings, sliding down the slides as Bucky stands off to the side. 

And though it'd sort of been a terrible day, Bucky can't help but smile and chuckle to himself as he watches you playing totally carefree. It was a nice reprieve from what was a chaotic and draining way of living. 

With a flushed face and wide smile, you make your way back to the park bench beside Bucky almost an hour later.

You immediately notice Bucky standing there off to the side. You pat the park bench beside you, gesturing for him to join you. A smile tugs at the corner of Bucky's mouth as he takes a seat beside you. He sighs in relief as Jake running around the playground finally gives him time to relax ever so slightly. 

After a few minutes of comfortable silence, you shyly turn to Bucky, "I just wanted to say that I know this probably wasn't what you had in mind for today, and I know that these kids are really good at pushing people's buttons. They're just not used to people trying. It sorta freaks them out, so they act out. I guess I just wanted to say thank you for being patient. It means a lot to me."

You reach for his hand, lacing your fingers with his. Bucky smiles to himself, relishing in the warm, comforting feeling radiating from your hand. 

It's only a few minutes later as Jake comes barreling over to the park bench. His eyes flicker to you and Bucky's intertwined hands. "Ducky! Come play with me!"

"Me?" Bucky doubtfully gestures to himself. 

Jake excitedly nods, gesturing for Bucky to join him by the swing set. 

"Okay..." Bucky hesitantly agrees, unwillingly dropping your hand as he stands up off of the park bench. "Sure."

A sense of unease washes over Bucky as Jake settles on the swing set with Bucky rounding the set to push him on the swings. Just then, Jake looks over his shoulder at Bucky with a devious smirk and a calculating glint in his eye.

Before Bucky can even process the look, Jake launches himself off the swing, landing on his knees in the wood chips that coat the floor. Immediately, Jake lets out a bloodcurdling bellow that makes all parents and guardians snap their heads in Jake's direction.

Bucky gasps, his jaw dropped in shock. And the situation only worsens itself when Jake loudly cries, "He pushed me!"

"What?!" Bucky frantically shouts.

"He pushed me," Jake screams again, the tears flowing down his cheeks only adding to Jake's performance. You rush over to the kid, dropping to the floor beside him. And to really seal Bucky's fate, Jake sobs into your shoulder, "He pushed me!"

"What? I didn't - I only pushed you on the swings because you asked me to! I didn't actually push you!" Bucky frantically stammers.

You gently shake your head, resting your hand on Bucky's shoulder to let him know that you believe him in the midst of all the chaos. 

"Aww..." you coo, gently prying Jake out of the crook of your neck and shoulder. "Sweetie, I'm sure James didn't mean to."

"He said he hates me!" Jake wails.

"What?" Bucky squawks. He sputters, "I- No -I never said that - I - what?"

"Okay, okay," you gently interject. "I'm sure that no one hates anyone else. Let's just take all take a breath."

"Ducky said that you weren't going to see me anymore! That you're only going to see him."

"I never - He's only lying because he knows I like you!" Bucky blurts out. 

"What?" you ask, eyes blown wide. 

"What?" Bucky repeats, the realization of what he just said hitting him like a ton of bricks. 

"You just said-" you have to stop mid-sentence as you recall the injured child seated before you. "Okay, let's calm down and get you cleaned up, okay?"

The walk back to the orphanage thankfully isn't very far, and Jake doesn't utter a single complaint about walking - though, once again, Bucky figures that has a lot to do with the kid walking hand-in-hand with you. 

When you've finally reached the orphanage, Bucky falters, stopping just short of the entrance. You look back at him with a curious, worried expression, "You okay?"

With a furrowed look on his face, Bucky nods several times, "Yeah, yeah, I'll just wait out here. You go ahead."

"James," you apologetically sigh. 

"Seriously, I'm okay," Bucky reassures you. "I'll wait for you right here."

"Okay," you reluctantly agree. 

It's only ten minutes later that you finish applying the last bandage to Jake's mildly scrapped knee in the nurse's office.

With all the excitement finally died down, there's a tense silence in the room. Jake stares down at his hands with a dramatic pout as you toss the last bandage wrapper in the garbage. 

"Jake," you begin with a knowing tone, hands on your hips in disproval. "Did James actually push you?"

He refuses to meet your eyes, the same dramatic pout still on his face.

"Jake," you prod.

'No," he admits with a sigh.

"So why'd you lie?" you gently question. "You could've gotten him in a lot of trouble. And you made him feel pretty bad back there too."

"Why do you care so much about him?" Jake grumbles.

You take a seat on the table beside the little boy. You lean over, nudging your shoulder with his, "Jake, what's going on?"

"Do you like him more than me?"

"What?" you softly chuckle, a little unsure of how to answer the unexpected question. You knew Jake, more than any of the other kids, had grown attached to you, and you certainly didn't want to hurt his feelings. "Of course not. I like you guys in different ways. It doesn't change that you're my favorite little guy."

"Yes, it does!" he angrily accuses. "And you're gonna like him more than me and then you're gonna stop seeing me."

"What are you talking about? Who said I'm going to stop seeing you?"

"Everyone stops seeing the big kids," he bitterly mutters, crossing his arms in a huff. 

It all finally clicks into place for you. "Sweetie, is this about the adoption? Listen, I'm so sorry that happened, but you're going to find a family-"

"No, I'm not," he interjects. "I'm 8 now. No one's gonna want me anymore."

"Sweetie, that's not true," you try to assure him.

"Yes, it is!" he insists. "No one wants a big kid."

"You are going to find a family that'll love you so much-"

He cuts you off once more with a pleading expression and frantic excitement coating each of his words. In the little boy's desperation, you see tears beginning to well in his eyes, "Why don't you take me home? It'll be so much fun. When you're not doing your duties, we can play all the time!"

"Buddy," you sigh, crouching down to meet Jake's now teary eyes. "We've talked about this before. You know I can't."

"But why not?" he pleads. "I promise I'll be good! I'll even be nice to Ducky if you want."

"It's not about you being good."

"Then why not?"

"Well, for one, my job is dangerous, I'd never forgive myself if you got hurt," you calmly explain, even as your throat begins tightening at the discussion. It was a discussion you had before. Several times already. Truth be told, you'd take all the kids home if you could. But you knew better than most that these kids all deserved a real family. Someone who would be there more than once every few weeks. "And because it wouldn't be fair to make you wait for me all the time. But mostly because you deserve a real family. A family that can look after you, love you, that doesn't pop in and out of your life. And I know it feels like that it won't happen, but it will, you're going to find a family that loves you so much, and they're going to give you so much more than I could. And when that happens, you're not even gonna remember little ol' me."

"I think I'm always going to remember you," he whimpers, throwing his arms around you in a tight embrace.

"I'll be back as soon as I can," you tell Jake.

He peels himself out of your embrace to meet your eye, "Promise?"

"Promise."

You nod, clenching your jaw tightly through a warm smile. You reassuringly run your hands over the kid's arms as you stand from your crouching position. "'Happy Birthday."

He throws his arms around your midsection, squeezing you as tightly as he possibly can.

You gently smooth the hair on the back of his head as melancholy tugs at your heart. Your eyes squeeze shut as you attempt to keep the emotions at bay, or at the very least off your face.

By the time you manage to leave, Bucky awaits you outside, leaning against the old brick building in the cool early spring air.

Bucky jolts up at the sound of the door swinging open then shut. He's not sure what he expected when you walked outside, but it certainly wasn't the distressed, heartbroken look on your face. He watches as your eyes squeeze shut with a deep inhale followed by a shaky exhale as the cold breeze hits your warmed face. 

Though he's not one for displays of affection, Bucky envelopes you in a secure embrace. He murmurs into the top of your head, "You okay?"

You shake your head, allowing the tears welled in your eyes to finally spill down your cheeks. "Just wish I could do more."

"You do plenty," Bucky offers.

"Sorry," you sniffle, pulling away from Bucky's embrace. You wipe the stray tears on your cheek, "It's just a sensitive subject. Probably an orphan thing."

"It's not," Bucky retorts. "It's because you have a big heart - because you care."

You weakly smile up at him, "Thanks."

"You want to talk about it?"

"Are you asking me if I want to talk about feelings?"

He awkwardly chuckles, "Yeah, first time for everything, I guess."

"I don't really want to talk about it."

"Okay."

"I care about you too. I hope you know that," you unexpectedly offer. 

Bucky's hear almost stops right then and there. His throat constricts as a goofy smile plants itself on his face. "Really?"

"Of course I do," you chortle. 

Bucky clears his throat, a hopeful expression lighting up his face, "Do you - you happen to have plans in about seven weeks from now?"

You look down at your wrist, no watch in sight, "I've got a little time today."

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Day 12 of @creativepromptsforwriting's 30 Days Writing Challenge - Explain your MC's motivation

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I haven't really talked about Bucky's POV for the Nyctophobia series (title is a work in progress, lmk if you have any ideas) so let's talk about that.

The story takes place after tfatws, Bucky's not really doing anything with his life and despite the fact that Sam's family had tooken him in and treats him like one of his own, Bucky wants someone to call his own (we're gonna pretend that Bucky doesn't have a crush on Sam's sister for the sake of the story). Enter you! He probably saw you at a bookstore, thought you were attractive but was too shy to talk to you. He thought he'd scare you off if he tried, he's got such a staring problem especially around someone he has a crush on. And the whole Metal Arm, Ex-Assassin, Probably Killed Your Dad thing he's got going on would also scare you. But he just can't leave you be. So he watches you instead. Just to keep you safe, make sure nothing happens to you but also so he can be there if something does. And so the obsession starts.

He won't talk to you because he knows you'll hate him if you knew who he was. And he can't hide who he is- was- because Bucky doesn't want to lie to you, he'd feel terrible and you'd find out eventually. And he can't just leave you alone because he loves you, you're the one for him, you make him feel human. So he settles on just watching you and protecting you.

When he first decides to leave you that note he starts to think that maybe he can introduce himself to you and talk to you without you finding out about who he is. Build a relationship so that when he does reveal himself you maybe forgive or just can't leave him because you love him. If you know he cares about you and he shows you that he's not the Winter Soldier, that he's kind and caring you'll want to be around him. bucky is completely delusional, he knows that you're scared but he doesn't think for second that it could be because of him, he hasn't done anything to make you scared, he's only been loving to you! He instead blames it on other things and then tried to fix that which just makes it worse. The one I talk about most is Readers fear of the dark, he doesn't realize he's the reason why they're scared, he just thinks they're scared and the way to make them less scared was by letting them know that he's there, watching them, keeping them safe. Which, of course, just makes it worse. But he thinks he's helping. So he's delusional, but he's also very protective. He does backround checks on the people you talk to, when he finds something sketchy he asks you to stop talking to them but doesn't mind getting dirty if you refuse to. He doesn't want you to get hurt or be unhappy, and he will do anything in his power to make sure you're okay. You're the best thing in his life and he's not gonna lose you.

Getting into some more of his pervy actions, he does touch you when you're asleep, not sexually just slight touches on your arm and face, y'know just soft caresses. He doesn't steal anything from you (as much as I love writing that), he has full access to your house so he has no need to. Plus, he knows he'll have you soon enough, so he'll just wait out his time.

Overall, he just wants somebody to love, and he wants to protect you and keep you happy, through slightly unconventional measures.

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Restless

Nestor Oceteva x F!Reader

Whumptober 2022: No.24 Fight, Flight, or Freeze- Blood Covered Hands and “I don’t want to do this anymore.”

Warnings: 18+, angst, blood/injury, hospitals

Word Count: 3.7k

A/N: It’s always Fuck Miguel Galindo Hours here at drabbles-mc. 😌That being said, I have a lot of feelings about these two. I’ll be thinking about them for a long time.

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You didn’t know why it always ended up being the two of you.

Miguel had an entire fucking team of security people working for him, and yet it always seemed to be you and Nestor who got things the worst. You were always stuck in the most volatile situations, you were always the ones who seemed to be bleeding the most. You hadn’t asked to show and tell, but you were willing to bet that out of everyone on the team, you and Nestor were also the ones with the most scars left over from everything. Sometimes you started to think that maybe the two of you were just bad luck charms.

But no matter what shape you were in, the two of you always made sure that Miguel made it home in one piece, and usually unscathed at that. And that was the point of it all. On days when you wondered why Miguel hadn’t told both of you to hit the goddamn bricks because messes seemed to follow you around like a starved cat you fed once, you remembered that all he was worried about was himself. You were serving your purpose to him perfectly despite what it was putting you through, what it was putting Nestor through. You felt like the human incarnation of a broken mirror but Miguel saw you as his saving grace. The same way he saw Nestor.

So, on second thought, maybe you did know why it always ended up being the two of you. You were messy sometimes, sure, and certainly not conventional in your methods, but you always made sure the boss made it home. You were good. Messy, but good. Plus, Miguel made sure that your bills were covered and then some, and it wasn’t like you had a whole lot of other options banging down your door.

You wished that you could have the same weird sense of pride in it that Nestor did. No matter how brutal it got, not matter how badly he was injured, Nestor never seemed to second-guess any of it. He had the type of blind faith in and loyalty to Miguel that you only remembered having back when you were in the service. And those years were long gone now.

You always meant to ask Nestor where that came from, that undying sense of loyalty. But it never seemed like the right time. And, in the moments that could’ve been the right time, it didn’t seem like it was really a topic that he talked with people about. You weren’t so foolish to think that whatever it was between you and Nestor put you in high enough rank to know what was really going on inside his head. You knew he’d take a bullet for you. You’d take one for him, too. It was a lot easier for him to do that than to bare his soul to you.

None of those should’ve been the thoughts that were going through your head given your current circumstances. You hated that your brain took you there. All of the late nights and obscenely early mornings pretending that you were just as disconnected from it all as he was were proven to be futile, useless, a complete waste of your time and energy. Because there you were, bleeding out in the back of his SUV, and rather than thinking about literally any other thing in the entire universe, you were thinking about Nestor.

You weren’t going to wax poetic to his face, though.

“Told you,” you gasped out as you tried to put as much pressure as you could on your lower abdomen, “we should’ve worn the fucking vests.”

You couldn’t see it from where you were laying across the back seats of his van, but Nestor tightened his grip on the steering wheel. He wasn’t the most relaxed driver to begin with, but now he was white-knuckling the damn thing, one quick move away from detaching it from the rest of the vehicle completely.

“We didn’t exactly have a lot of time to get strapped in.”

“And now,” you cringed, fighting the urge to cough because you knew how badly it was going to hurt, “you gotta use that time we don’t have to get me to the fucking hospital.”

“You probably shouldn’t talk.” He glanced at you for a split second in the rearview mirror, already seeing the change in your complexion from the blood loss.

You brought one hand up from your bullet wound to wipe at the sweat on your forehead. You hadn’t thought about the fact that sure, you would wipe the sweat away, but you were going to leave smears of blood behind in its place. You went from feeling slick and sweaty to sticky with your own blood. The hits just kept coming.

“You got an ETA? I can’t see shit back here,” you gritted out.

“ETA is fucking soon.” He shook his head at you. “Stop talking and sit still.”

“Always so bossy,” you grumbled through the pain.

He knew better than to engage with you when you got like this. He especially knew better than to do it when you were bleeding out in his back seat. But he couldn’t stop himself. That was the whole issue with you: he was never able to stop himself.

“Too bad you don’t listen.”

You huffed out a tired, pained laugh. He was right, of course. It wasn’t that you never listened. But you weren’t always the best at taking orders from people, not even from Nestor. You wanted to come back with something else snarky, maybe something that would put his current anger at odds with amusement. You were feeling too tired to fire back with something, though. Your eyelids were finally starting to feel as heavy as the rest of you.

It took a lot more effort than it should’ve to lift your head off the seat. Looking down at your stomach, you saw the way the blood was trickling down your hands and onto your wrist. Your head dropped back again with a soft thud as you tried to press a little harder. It hurt, but you didn’t have much of another choice.

It was hardly a minute later when there was the sound of another, much softer, thud coming from behind him in the car. Nestor reached up, angling his rearview mirror to get a better look at you. He saw that your eyes were closed and his stomach twisted into a knot. Then he saw that your one hand had dropped, arm dangling off the edge of the seat, leaving your fingertips dragging lightly across the floor of the car.

He called your name, his tone gruff and angry, not unlike how he usually sounded on the clock. But you didn’t stir, didn’t respond with anything. He twisted his hands on the steering wheel as his foot pressed a little harder against the gas pedal, calling your name again.

“Come on.” He sounded worried, and it was a shame that you weren’t awake to hear it. “Don’t fucking do this.”

He practically drifted his way to the emergency entrance of the hospital. He didn’t even take the time to yank the keys out of the ignition before going and ripping the back door open. As carefully as he could, he pulled and lifted you out of the car. He looped your one arm around the back of his neck, the blood from your hand smearing across the floral pattern of his shirt, something else that conscious you would’ve had something to comment about. He saw the way that with each minor adjustment, more blood seemed to spill out of your wound.

He came crashing into the hospital, knowing the halls practically like the back of his hand by this point. People quickly scattered out of his way, most likely off-put not just by you being covered in blood and draped over his arms, but also by the angry, frantic look on his face.

“Sir,” one of the nurses was running to catch him as he stalked through the halls, “sir, what happened?”

“What the fuck does it look like?” he grit out, his voice not loud but the sharpness of it still made the nurse flinch.

He wasn’t the first angry person she’d ever dealt with, though. She took it in stride as she called on a few other personnel to help her take out off his hands. He didn’t want to let you go. It wasn’t until they were directing him to lay you flat that he realized how tightly he had balled his fists into your clothes. Unfurling his fingers felt like a herculean effort.

He stood there as the doors closed, breathing labored by much more than just carrying you inside. He was just about to reach up and run hands his down his face when he realized that they were covered in your blood. He was a few seconds from being the second person to have your blood smeared across their face. He wished that he got the chance to wipe it off yours.

He lost track of how long he’d been pacing. With the exception of his phone call to Miguel, and the split-second pauses each time a doctor strode their way out into the waiting area, he had been in constant motion. He hadn’t sat since he got out of the car.

When a nurse finally approached him, he almost didn’t think that she was really talking to him. She cleared her throat, waiting for Nestor to focus his attention. “She’s not awake yet, but you can still see her.”

He was too hung up on the fact that you weren’t awake to be relieved that he could see you. “Is she alright?”

She nodded. “She’ll be fine. Anesthesia hasn’t worn off yet. She’ll be moving slowly for a bit, but no permanent damage.” She paused, waiting a moment before gesturing to an adjacent hallway. “Would you like to…?”

“Yes,” he answered, snapping back to attention.

The nurse left him with a warning to just be careful. He heard it but didn’t acknowledge it as he took in the sight of you. It was far from the first time he’d seen you injured. It wasn’t even the first time he’d ever seen you asleep, but this was a different kind of vulnerable and defenseless that he’d never seen on you before. You were no stranger to trips to the hospital, but you’d always been awake for them. You were usually providing commentary to him while you got checked out and stitched up. They’d never had to put you under before. It was strange to see you all hooked up, laying in the hospital bed.

They’d at least cleaned you up. He also saw the spare set of clothes on the side of your bed—they were at least nice enough not to make you change back into the bloody, bullet-torn top you had on before. You’d probably be strangely ecstatic at the prospect of a free pair of sweatpants when you finally came-to.

He was about to reach out to hold your hand, touch your face, anything to really send home the fact that you did actually make it, that you really were going to be okay like they’d said. Before he reached far enough, though, too-familiar sound of someone clearing their throat behind him halted his movements. He didn’t have to turn around to know who it was, his hand dropping limply back to his side.

“She’s alright, then?” Miguel asked.

Nestor took in a slow, deep breath as he nodded. “Yea. Doctor said she’ll be fine. She, uh, she won’t be able to work for a bit though until it all heals.”

“That’s fine,” Miguel said, stepping in closer to the hospital bed. “We have a team for a reason, yes?”

Nestor nodded but it took more work than it should’ve to get one word out. “Yea.”

“Do you plan on staying? Or should I send someone else?”

Nestor tried not to sound too eager, too protective. “I’ll stay.”

He could feel Miguel’s eyes on him. Miguel might’ve been self-absorbed, but he wasn’t stupid. The reason that you and Nestor had kept your deal under wraps so successfully for so long was because you were both able to compartmentalize. What happened in the dark halls and rooms of your apartment never seeped over into working hours. All these months he’d gone thinking that you would be the one to crack, to blow your cover. And yet, here he was.

He must’ve kept a straight enough face to satisfy Miguel, to wipe away any lingering suspicions. Miguel rested his hand on Nestor’s shoulder for a moment. “I’ll make sure they switch out the cars—take yours to get cleaned.” He pulled his hand away, already taking a step back towards the door. “Call me if anything changes.”

“Yea,” Nestor nodded, managing to pry his eyes off of you just long enough to look back at Miguel before he left, “I’ll let you know.”

It wasn’t until Miguel left that Nestor pulled the chair closer to your hospital bed, finally allowing himself to sit down. He almost reached out to catch your hand in his, the same one that had been limply dragging along the floor of his SUV only hours before, but he stopped himself. Instead, he knitted his fingers together as he propped his elbows against his knees. He pressed the knuckles of his thumbs into the space between his eyebrows, like that would press all of the stress out of his brain. He didn’t expect to be so rattled by it all.

“You look,” you sounded groggy, tired, but your smirk was still audible, “pretty stressed out for a guy who didn’t get shot.”

He snapped his head up to look at you. His expression didn’t give much away, but the fact that he so quickly reached to catch your hands in his said it all. You looked at the way both of his hands clamped over yours, small traces of blood, your blood, still embedded in the cracks of his knuckles.

“Maybe if they doped me up with anesthesia, I’d be as relaxed as you,” he replied with a shake of his head.

You tried not to think too hard on how tightly he was holding your hand as he studied the look on your face. “Still today?”

He chuckled, nodding. “Yea, still today. Their drugs aren’t that good.”

“Damn,” you tried to laugh but you felt the pain shoot through where you’d been shot. “Not even the good drugs.”

There was a small stretch of silence between you before Nestor spoke up. “For a second, I thought…”

“That I was gonna bleed out?” You watched the shift in expression on his face as he nodded. You shook your head, pulling your hand from between his as you tried to get yourself in a more upright position, wincing in pain the entire time. You caught the way he went to reach for your hand again but stopped himself—you didn’t comment on it. “Yea, I thought I was too.”

He didn’t know how to address any of the things that he was thinking or feeling, so he didn’t. “Mikey stopped by.”

“Yea?” You dragged your hands down your face before letting them drop to the bed on either side of you. “Asshole didn’t even bring flowers?” Nestor got half your name out before you put your hands up in surrender, “My bad, my bad.” You shook your head. “I got shot for the guy. If he can’t send me a consolation prize, I think I should be able to call him an asshole.” You paused. “What’d he say?”

“N-not much.”

You nodded, the unimpressed expression on your face speaking volumes. “Sounds about right.”

Nestor’s brows furrowed. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I just,” you shrugged, “I don’t know, Nestor. Do you, do you think that if it was you in this bed instead, that he would’ve had more to say?” You paused to give him the chance to answer. When he didn’t, you continued. “’Cause I don’t think he would.”

“Don’t—”

“What? Don’t what?” you shook your head, taking a deep breath as the pain slowly starting coming back. “I know we don’t talk about…well…fucking anything, really. Or, like, I talk, and you lay there and listen to me. Or pretend to. I don’t know if you ever actually do.”

“I do.” He sounded mildly offended by the insinuation.

You raised your eyebrows slightly. “Okay. So you listen. Then,” you gestured vaguely at nothing, “then you know what I’m saying. Miguel didn’t even stick around.”

“I told him I would stay.”

“That’s not the fucking point!” You gasped, wincing in pain. You knew better than to yell, but you were at the end of your rope now. the drugs were wearing off and you were done with all of it.

“What is the point, then?”

You took a slow, steadying breath. “I’m not gonna die for him, Nestor.”

His brows furrowed. “What?”

You shook your head. “I’m not dying for Miguel. I thought, I fucking thought that I was done. I thought I was going to die in the back seat of your stupid SUV. And for what? For some rich prick who didn’t even stick around to see if I woke up?” You rested your head back against the pillow behind you. “What the fuck would it even be for?”

You’d never seen his frown stretch so deeply. His fingers messed with the edge of the blanket draped over your hospital bed. “So, what, then?”

“I don’t want to do this anymore,” you said with a helpless shrug.

“So,” you could tell by his cadence that he was coming up with the sentence as he went along, something that wasn’t quite like him, “so you just. You get shot and you’re going to walk away?”

It took all of your self-control to stuff down the cold laugh bubbling in your chest. “That’s…that’s what most people would do if they almost died, yea.”

“We aren’t most people.”

“We?” You couldn’t hide your surprise. “We’re we now? Okay, okay. Interesting. I’ll bite. What is we, then?”

His jaw clenched. “You can’t leave.”

“Why not?”

“Mikey isn’t just going to let you—”

“I protect him. No,” you shook your head, “we protect him. What’s he going to do if I leave?”

His voice got unexpectedly soft. “You wouldn’t just be leaving him.”

You felt your heart crack on top of all the other pain that was returning to your body. You tried to ignore all of it. “I never got the impression you really cared if I stayed or not.” You saw the slightly hurt and confused look on his face. “Don’t do that. You’re almost always gone when I wake up in the morning. And if you aren’t gone yet, you’re halfway out the door.”

He knew that he couldn’t argue with that. You were right that he was always the one leaving. But it wasn’t because he didn’t care. He didn’t know how to tell you that, though. He didn’t know how to afford himself that sort of vulnerability. It crossed his mind that if he couldn’t get it together and say something to you about all of it now, after he thought you were going to die, when you were saying that you were going to leave, he might never be able to say something.

“You want me to stay, Nestor? You want me to stay with you?” He nodded, not able to force the words out. You let your hand creep over, delicately tangling your fingertips with his own. “Why do we both have to stay?”

“What?”

“Why is the option that we both stay? What if…what if we both go?”

He leaned back in his chair, fingers slipping out from underneath yours. Your stomach dropped at the reaction. You didn’t know what you had been expecting, really. He didn’t quite seem like the running off into the sunset type. But you still had a sliver of hope. Maybe because you would’ve been ready to give this up for him if the roles were reversed. Not that you’d ever be in that position anyway. Not like he would ever turn his back on Miguel.

You let your hands rest far enough up on your stomach not to bother your injury. “Forget I said anything.”

“Listen, I’m—”

“You can call Miguel,” you slowly lowered yourself so that you were lying down again, “let him know I officially didn’t bite the dust. No paperwork for him.”

“Let me—”

“And you can go,” you could hear the slight shake to your voice and you knew that that meant he could hear it too, “I’ll be fine.”

He stood up out of his chair, reaching over to rest his hand on top of yours. “Hey…”

You hated that it took you bleeding out in front of him to get even a modicum of vulnerability out of him, and then it still all turned out to be for nothing. You put your cards on the table and for what?

“You can go, Nestor.” You pulled your hand out from underneath his. “If you’re feeling particularly cruel, you can break the news to Miguel that I’m leaving once I get checked out of this fucking hospital.”

“I’m sorry.” It sounded genuine, but it still didn’t do you any good.

“Go get your car detailed, Nes.” You turned your head so that you weren’t facing him anymore, so that he couldn’t see the tears that were starting to gather in your eyes, “I’ll send you a postcard from wherever I end up next.”

He lingered for a moment, his fingers running over the knuckles of the opposite hand. He could’ve sworn he could still feel the warmth. Looking down at them, he could still see the little bit of blood left over. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, hoping that the words would come to him, but they didn’t. He pressed his lips into a flat line before finally taking a step back and making his way towards the door.

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Tenderness and Ferocity | 3. The Dream and the Third Day

Pairing: Winter Soldier!Bucky Barnes x Hydra!Reader Fic Synopsis: The Winter Soldier is starting to make stupid mistakes in the field, which is Bucky's way of trying to wrest back control and sabotage his handlers. Hydra brings a new doctor to figure out what's wrong with him and fix it. As she spends time with him, she becomes fond of the Winter Soldier, and he becomes fond of her. Bucky has other ideas. Or, a fic in which the Winter Soldier is the good guy and Bucky is actually the bad guy. Warnings for this chapter: Angst, Smut, Noncon Word count: 2334 Read on AO3: [link] [Previous Chapter] [Fic Masterlist] [Next Chapter]

"Life in essence can only be sustained because of the discontinuity. Why else does one sleep? Not to rest, but above all to forget. [...] If one could prevent mankind from sleeping, I am convinced that a massacre without end would ensue; it would mean the end of history." — Emil Cioran

All the useless gadgets clattered, without clattering, to the floor. The exposed skin of her back shone against the pressing dark, under a light that wasn't there. Her arms stretched out in front of her to grab the table, to clench in little fists, to crawl away from him... He clasped both her wrists in one heavy hand while he held her by the hip with the other. The stranger looked unfamiliar and out of place, yet boyishly handsome, a lissome thoroughbred cut from pale stone.

He'd already yanked her shirt halfway down her back, leaving a delicate pair of peachy straps to cut into her shoulders as she tried to pull herself up and away. With his other hand, he raised the black flag of her skirt inch by hurried inch. Two flesh hands, pawing at her squirming silhouette.

Those legs that had teased him so were now buckled in a tangle of red lace, at once parted and constricted and leaving her fully victim to him. Above her he loomed, then leaned, slowly down to feel her warmth, his dark green shirt sticking against her back.

In a voice dry with disuse he taunted her to say that she wanted it, to beg for it, though he sounded utterly disinterested and his eyes — he couldn't actually see his eyes, but he could hear that same disuse and disinterest ringing in their glare. She whimpered underneath him but said nothing, insulted from both directions by his grimy touch and transparent insults.

"Ignorance is bliss, isn't it?" said the stranger — but not to him, nor to her — as he buried his face in her fragrant hair and his hips into hers and himself into her... But no relief came, nor satisfaction, and it felt like no matter how close he got to her, couldn't be further away.

He battered and battered and broke through, with great delight at just the effort, and he made tremors rise then relent in her tense legs. Her high heels tapped against the floor in a trembling rhythm that undercut her plaintive moans until he stopped, and settled inside her, and laughed against her shoulder in a harsh exhale. He taunted her over how she sounded, how she felt, how he felt in her.

The more she withdrew, the more aggressively he followed, always fighting her and pulling the fight out of her in honeydew dollops that had nowhere left to go but to seep and stain his nice trousers. Her shoulders went up in a useless attempt to hide, but he squeezed her wrists in warning and bit her shoulder, the nape of her neck, anywhere he could reach that would punish her until she learned to stay still.

"Oooh yesss, that's it... I hate you so much." he laughed in manic joy, eyes falling closed against her throat.

The hand that held her hip squeezed her closer, pressing her so desperately against him like he was trying to crawl up inside and never leave. She whined in pain, muffled by her arms and the table. The stranger cooed against her ear and teased against her hips, turned her inside out and back together, discordant with her mewls and wails as he clung to her and she unconsciously to him the more his galloping pace opened her up and brought her out to meet him.

He wasn't so much pleasing himself as punishing her, and only interrupted his focus to laugh or hiss at some new-discovered throbbing, a frisson to rub against, a frothy surrender that he worked hard to push through until she took it again.

"I'm gonna kill you," he snarled down at her. "I swear I'm gonna kill you..."

No amount of resistance could carry her through his punishing thrusts, and no surrender was enough, and it all went on and on until the threads holding her up started to unravel, leaving her a blushing rough and bloody shade that the stranger could claim as an extension of himself. He rubbed away the parts that weren't base and grimed up what was left. Only thoughtless sounds came out of her now as she struggled to fit him, and fit into him.

The stranger heaved hotly with the effort of holding still, feeling over and through her deliberately and seeking still more, pressing his body down to suppress her new, aching, wet shivers.

With a pain melting through her surrender, down, down into pleasure, she tried to plead with him and she moaned his name, his real name, but after the first flush of recognition he stopped caring because he knew he wouldn't remember it anyway and —

Wait, why wouldn't he remember it?

Eyes shot open only to be greeted by the cement ceiling of his cell. The Soldier sighed and turned his head, looking at the corner where the bulbous little camera was. He looked to the door and saw the parting screen still closed shut — he was awake too early. With a groan, he turned over in his cot and pressed the cold metal hand where he ached.

On their third session, after the guardsmen left, he stepped into the room to find a collection of strange equipment and wires on the table, and a mix of subtle scents coming from two wooden containers. She sat in her chair, waiting for him with a smile, her sleek legs crossed together tightly. She wasn't wearing her lab coat anymore.

"Good morning." she said as they closed the door. "Come on in, sit down. None of this stuff is going to hurt you, I promise."

Reluctantly, he obeyed, his boots sounding slow and heavy through the room as he made his way toward her. He let himself fall in the seat and rested his hands on his tense thighs.

"It's just a GSR monitor. I'll only strap these around your fingers, you won't feel a thing." She demonstrated by wrapping one around her finger, wiggling, holding it up for his doubtful eyes. He had no choice anyway, so he rested his right arm on the table. She took his hand and opened the palm up, holding it gently while her other hand went to a little tube and scooped up a salty-smelling goo.

"For conductivity." she explained as she rubbed it just barely in his tough skin. "Be grateful it's not an EEG, otherwise I'd have to rub this stuff into your scalp. You'd look like a punk that got lost in the rain." she laughed, but it died quickly as the Soldier frowned and shifted in his seat.

Then she took two of the straps and wrapped one around his index, another around his middle finger, and turned his palm back down. She clicked the machine on and it beeped in confirmation, beginning a reading of his skin and what was going on underneath.

In plain terms it was a rudimentary lie detector, meant to scan for stress and some primitive emotions. Maybe he knew that or he didn't, but she could tell she had to work him into it, calm him down before she could get an accurate reading of what moved him.

"Do you know what time it is?"

"You have a watch." he grunted, looking at the worn leather strap around her wrist.

"Yes, but do you know?" she smiled.

"0803 hours."

"Yes. Do you know where we are?"

"Headquarters Alpha 3."

"Good. Do you know what day of the week it is?"

"No."

"Did you sleep last night?"

"Yes."

"Did you have any dreams?"

"No." he said with a sardonic smile. The line on the monitor moved ever-so-slightly, but it could just be a reaction of their tiff about it the other day. Or, he was lying to her again.

They spent the rest of their session with him strapped up to it while she made use of a couple of boxes and the little things inside. With eyes closed, he had to guess what she placed between his fingers: a piece of velvet, silk, a pocket watch, a cufflink, a snow globe.

The edge that separated the Asset from whoever he was before was smudged only so slightly, by necessity, the way it was with all the other soldiers in the program — they could still talk, after all, and read and write, and still employ the complexities of hand-to-hand and armed combat, all things they learned in a past life and used now for Hydra's ends. What made her soldier the best was how sharp that edge was, how steady — until it wasn't.

He retained good coordination, if his finely drawn clock was anything to go by, a steadiness that an unbalanced brain would have found difficult. They had tried, with past soldiers, to split the two brain hemispheres physically, severing the membrane that bridged between them in an effort to isolate the old soldier from the new.

The right hemisphere housed contextual perception and feeling, while the left was honed and focused and precise. They even grew to slightly different sizes, in parts, even though the skull that covers them is evenly shaped. It remained in mainstream medicine a mystery, one that Hydra explored with relish.

But all that resulted from their experimental surgeries were monstrous malfunctions. As it turned out, the left hemisphere dominated most of the body even when separated, and Hydra's soldiers were left imprisoned in the right brain, at best controlling one arm and some eyesight.

Removing the whole left hemisphere also didn't yield any improvements, even after recalibrating what remained. There were even more extreme experiments suggested, but they were deemed too damaging to put the soldiers through, too harmful for staff morale, and too uncertain in their results.

It was clear that a successful subject had to keep all his faculties, all the useful memories in whatever form, while imposing the dominance of the right hemisphere over the left. In a way, the Soldier had been there all along, growing with the unwitting owner of that body, learning, judging for himself and reaching, inevitably, different conclusions.

There always was something slightly more sinister in the right hemisphere, which only emerged when it was freed from the left, or when the left was in a dream state and its control dropped. So it was clear which side Hydra drew its soldiers from, when it freed that part of them with their infernal brain-machines.

The wavering of that edge also explained why her Soldier had such excellent memory, remembering even obscure European countries well, but also their capitals, which Hydra never saw fit to teach him. And as she went through more little things that stood out against the strictures of their base and his missions, it emerged that, though steady, the line that separated her Soldier from someone else was kept at his convenience.

The man underneath was generously lending his memories of what fancy little cufflinks and snow globes felt like, just so the Soldier who had never seen them before could give the right answers. But what she needed to figure out was how much of the control was the Soldier's intention, and how much was unconscious reflex. If the man aimed to sabotage his missions, would the Soldier even know? Worse, if he wasn't aware of anyone else sharing his brain, could he really control him?

Would he want to?

For Hydra, her mission was simple: root out the part that dissents, make it submit. They were too focused on efficiency to know what they were truly asking for. They had no idea how bad it could get, or how good...

"That's enough for now. You can open your eyes while I get the next batch, we're almost done. This last bit is just some food tests."

"As long as it's not from the mess hall."

She was halfway to the sink, a small wooden crate in her hands, when she started laughing. "I promise it's not. So it's true what they say? Way to a man's heart..."

"Is through his rib cage."

Her laughter rang through again, but he kept his eyes straight ahead, focusing on the sound of her running her hands under the water, arranging things on a plate, and wiping her hands dry on the threadbare cloth that hung there.

"Close your eyes now." she spoke as she stepped closer from behind. The plate clinked as it met the metallic table, right by his hand, and he smelled and felt the heat of her as she stood right in front of him.

"I'll give you some things to taste, and you just tell me what they are. And they're all pretty soft. Alright? First one. Open..."

Something was nagging him from the back of his brain again, jeering at him for the childish position he was in, but he couldn't think of anything to feel ashamed over.

"Strawberry."

"Good. Now, swallow and... again..."

"Grapes."

"That's right. This next one is a bit, well... Just open and tell me."

He bit into a soft and shapeless thing that tasted like, if anything, a green paste. "I don't know what this is."

"Avocado. Maybe you've never had it before. Better make a wish, then."

"What?"

"Never mind. Open for me again..."

"Mint?"

"Yes, that's a mint leaf. It's perfectly safe, you can swallow. Now, this one will come in a spoon, so open wide." She let the cloying thing slip on his tongue and the taste spread in his mouth in a way that was familiar but unusual.

"Tastes like... roses."

"Yes, that's rose petal jam. If the Director only knew what I spent my funding on, spoiling you..." she giggled, but it died quickly as he kept frightfully still and his jaw tensed. From the corner of her eye she saw the GSR give an angry twitch.

"Right, one more and we're done. Open, and tell m—"

"Plums."

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Keys in Your Ignition, Part 5

Summary: Bucky goes after you, and you and him finally talk

Pairings: Bucky Barnes X Reader

Rating: 😭😭

Warnings: language, mentions of death of a parent, discussion of a miscarriage, depictions of depression, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.5K

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Bucky doesn’t have to wonder about where you are. He gets on his bike, heading to your special place. Yours and his. Throughout the years and the time that had passed, you still preferred to go therein times of great distress. Using it as your escape from reality.

His feet walk through the dry underbrush, and sure enough he opens that door, to see you huddled up in a ball. He doesn’t say anything, just goes behind you. His strong arms squeezing your body, and you swear a bit of your stress melts away.

It isn’t until that gentle kiss to your head, that you let all the years of hurt living in the MC drift down your cheeks in a salty river.

Thinking about the years that you wanted your dad and Steve’s approval. Trying to have them just notice you, and now your dad never will again. “You didn’t have to come here,” you hiccup through your tears.

“And leave my best girl hanging? You don’t need to be alone, Doll,” he’s the only one you like to call you that. With him, there’s a gentleness. With everyone else, it’s a constant reminder that you are to be seen, sitting pretty on the shelf, but never heard. Despite yours and Bucky’s flaws, he was always there.

“I’m not your girl.”

“You’ll always be my girl.”

“Can we go back to that summer?” you ask, and you feel him sigh behind you. “It was such an easier time. So innocent.”

“What we were doing was anything but innocent.”

“It was nice, though,” you wiggle out of his embrace, and turn around to look at him. “I just want that summer back, before life got in the way.”

“Before you got pregnant.”

“JB! I don’t want to talk about that. My father just died on the table in the fucking clubhouse. And you’re bringing up,” you look away from him, unable to say anything more.

“Luna. We decided on Luna,” you don’t speak, just crawl into his lap, and he rocks you like a baby. Holding you firm as he peppers kisses on your forehead. “What happened to us?”

He knows now isn’t the time, but this is the most you had ever reacted to that situation in years. “I needed you.”

“I was right here. You pushed me away.”

You blink away the tears, bringing your thumb to your mouth, as you chew along the edges. A nasty habit that Steve hated. “No one knew. The best part of my life, no one knew about it. I didn’t have a mother. I didn’t have friends I could talk to about it. I couldn’t tell my brother. It was like…like you were ashamed.”

“No I wasn’t. I was scared of what they could do to me.”

“I wasn’t worth it then,” you sob, holding tighter to him. “I just wanted you. I wanted you to be proud of me because Steve and my dad never are. I wanted you to show them that…I don’t even know. I wanted her, too. But to raise her right and with a mother.”

You let out a guttural scream. Pain of growing up without your mother, the lack of attention from your dad and brother you craved, the feelings of not being good enough for Bucky, and the admission that you wanted her. Wanted to prove that you were more than just the common biker’s daughter.

Bucky clings to you even tighter. His own tears now coasting down his cheeks, because he had been an idiot. The relationship that started with him just teaching a virgin how to have sex, went so much deeper than that. He looked forward to the nights you would crawl through his window, claiming you wanted just to fuck, but always lingered to cuddle into him.

Bucky should have known that there was so much heartbreak past him and that summer. He should have been honest with his best friend. What was the worst that could possibly have happened?

“I’m so tired of this,” you yell. Unsure if it was to him or just in general. You had assumed this was the hand that was dealt to you, but you wondered what life was like outside of the MC. Would you be looked at as more than a warm wet place to land?

Bucky cherished you past that, but he cursed himself for not wanting to show you off. Thinking about riding up to the clubhouse with you on the back of his bike. Or even coming home to see you with his kids. Daydreams he had ever since you told him you were late. Even now, it was all he wanted. His and your timing was always off.

Too many things Bucky did wrong, and he’s not sure how to fix it, or even if you want him, too. “I’m just so tired, JB,” the squeak in your voice makes him realize how delicate you are. Everyone overlooked you. Everyone but him and Ari, and it appeared Curtis as well.

“What do you think our life would have been like?”

Bucky sighs, he doesn’t have to think too hard, “I would have taken a beating of a lifetime. But in time, everyone would have came around. Steve would actually have been so happy. He loves kids. He would dote on you. Would want to go to doctor’s appointments. He’d make sure your diet was balanced. We’d have that pretty little blue house on Oak Street.”

“The one with the garage and tire swing?” you ask with a bit more color to your voice than before.

“The very one. Luna would have had a darker room. You always had a thing for the moon phases. We’d have us a dog. A boxer named Chance. Even though you wanted Luna to be a bit dark, she would be my little princess. Frilly dresses, but you’d be pregnant with our second child. My mom’s ring on your finger.”

“We almost had that,” you go to pull out of Bucky’s arms, but he grips tighter refusing to let you go.

“We still could.”

“No we can’t.”

“Why not?”

You grunt up at him, but still he doesn’t loosen his grip. “Because. It’s over. We can’t have that. She didn’t…don’t make me say it! Now isn’t the time. Joseph will never know that his daughter was a fuck up.”

“Why were you the fuck up?”

“Because I couldn’t carry her.”

“Quit fucking blaming yourself. The doctor said, it happens. Is that what this is? You’ve been blaming yourself for that for four years? You can’t be with me because you haven’t forgiven yourself?” you start to protest, to say anything. Try to get away, but he has you trapped.

“I fucked up. I should have told you then, that I loved you. I wasn’t in love with what’s between your legs, but you! It was always you. I was stupid. I should have told you.”

“I just want,” you start crying all over again. Finally, giving into Bucky’s hold, pressing your cheek against his chest. “I just want people to see me. Not Joseph’s daughter. Not Steve’s sister. Me. Why can’t I have that attention.”

Bucky sits silently listening to your labored breaths as you cry. He hates whatever you’re doing with Ari, but something in him clicks. It isn’t necessarily about Ari. You had become careless, letting him take you out in the open. It was about being seen.

He feels so stupid realizing that you have been aching for Joseph and Steve to just listen and see you. Holding you, he had never seen you look quite so small and frail.

It was almost unfair that you had to grow up around these bikers. Raised by different old ladies, when Joseph couldn’t be bothered. “I miss my daddy,” the way you sounded like a small child. It breaks him a bit. “I didn’t get to say goodbye.”

He moves to stretch the two of you out on the mattress.

With the drifting down of your hand, he grabs it, “Doll, we’re just sleeping you need to be held like the world is ending. Because right now, that’s what it feels like. You’ve always got me. I’ve never been the same since you. Star crossed lovers, huh?”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t be who you wanted me to be.”

“You already were. I loved you then, and I love you now.”

“JB…” you start to cry again but he shushes you.

“You don’t have to tell me. It’s never changed for me. I’d wait until forever.”

“I don’t have a heart to give right now,” he knows it’s true. He saw a piece of you die that day. And he doesn’t know how to put you back together.

“I’m not in a hurry. I love you,” with a softest kiss to your shoulder, he whispers your name, and you wish things were different. You just feel numb. You had felt like you were watching someone else live your life. You had a bit of an erratic behavior since things ended with Bucky. You never thought, you just did. And that’s how you ended up being fucked within an inch of your life since meeting Ari. But it’s what kept you alive. And that’s what you would continue to do. For now.

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Hi :) can u write a Bucky x Fem!reader fic based on the song "I need you to hate me -JCStewart" (Btw, it's a great song :) ) Reader and mc are the epitome of opposites attract.

I can not-

I TRIED TEN TIMES YES TEN I COUNTED AND EACH TIME I JUST STRUGGLED WRITTING IT

THOSE LYRIC FANFICS ARE SO FRUSTRAITING CUS LIKE WHAT DO I EVEN DO- IM SO SORRY JUST LYRIC FANFICS R HARD BUT HERES A SUMMARY ABOUT WHAT I WAS TRYING TO DO

😭😭😭

Summary :Grumpy Bucky and sunshine you live in the same apartment building and you try to be his friend since you just moved in as the new neighbor and try being friends with everyone but he keeps you shut so one day while in the elevator you see him holding the book the hobbit and ur like omg i love that too and later bonding but day he has a dream that he hurts you and then pushes you away but you comfort him in THE END

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Sam Wilson Masterlist

|| Main Masterlist || Drabbles Masterlist || 

A/N: all reader inserts are female unless otherwise stated. These are as inclusive as possible and only description that may be included is if reader has hair (mostly used in rough smut scenes). Banners by: @firefly-graphics Header by: @natashowlet KEY: ⁂ = smut † = death ⨮ =angst ꕥ = fluff ⧻ = 500+ notes

RETRIBUTION MC MASTERLIST || biker!Sam

Surprise Party ⁂ ➴ You and Sam throw Bucky a birthday party I hate myself for loving you ⁂⨮ ➴ Being Captain America gets in the way of the life you planned Plenilune ⁂ ➴ You enjoy a rare quiet night in with Sam. No distractions from the outside world. Obscene Behaviour ꕥ|| Platonic / Sam & Bucky ➴ Your coffee date with your friends takes a turn when you feed your newborn. Told You So ꕥ ➴ You take care of Sam when he gets sick. Nightmares ⁂ || SamBucky ➴ When you wake to find Bucky caught in a nightmare there’s only one way to chase away the lingering fear.

Broken Wings - Sam Wilson x woc!OFC - ongoing ➴ Ada, Sam and Riley served together and loved together until Riley's death tears them apart

[dreamlandcreations]

Other Character's list

❌ dark(er) fic

🔥 smut

⚡angst

🤍 gender neutral reader (if not marked it’s a fem reader!!!)

🎱 mention of reader’s sexual orientation

🧸fluff / soft(ish) fic

💔 soulmate AU

•

see the

• Main Masterlist •

for Boba Fett, Santiago Garcia, Andromache, The Darkling, Billy Russo, Outcome 3, Poe Dameron, Nathan Bateman, Duke Leto Atreides

•

Star Wars

Jango Fett

Just a simple man - Jango Fett x half alien!Reader

Meeting • Trust • Stay 🔥🧸 • Life 🔥🧸 • Death⚡

You save him and he shows you there is more to life than fighting...

Speak Freely (epilogue of Just a simple man) ⚡🧸 - Boba Fett x half alien!Reader

Summary: Boba hasn't spoken Mando'a since the death of his father...

Darth Maul

Marvel

Bucky Barnes

True Love’s Kiss - **Steve x Bucky, **(Steve x Natasha) 🔥⚡🧸

Summary: The King of Northern America is engaged to the beautiful Princess Natasha of the Russian Empire, too bad he is falling for someone else…

Happily Ever After (part 2 of TLK) - **Steve x Bucky, **(Steve x Natasha) ❌🔥⚡🧸

Summary: Wanda returns to have her revenge...

Steve Rogers

True Love’s Kiss _ - **Steve x Bucky, **(Steve x Natasha)_ 🔥⚡🧸

Summary: The King of Northern America is engaged to the beautiful Princess Natasha of the Russian Empire, too bad he is falling for someone else…

Happily Ever After (part 2 of TLK) - **Steve x Bucky, **(Steve x Natasha) ❌🔥⚡🧸

Summary: Wanda returns to have her revenge...

Tony Stark

Doctor Strange

Pietro Maximoff

Erik Killmonger

Loki

Elektra

Casual fun - Elektra x Reader

Summary: Riding high on adrenaline, you find something else to ride too…

Matt Murdock

X-Men

Erik Lehnsherr

Charles Xavier

Remy LeBeau

Apocalypse

Lord of the Rings

Thranduil

Legolas

Haldir

Éomer

Foundation

Brother Day

Day & Night - Brother Day x Reader ❌🔥⚡🧸

Summary: You can't resist a challenge and what could be more daring than changing the fate of an Empire but you didn't calculate with the obstinate nature of Day...

Taboo

James Keziah Delaney

Triple Frontier

Will Miller

Dog Soldiers series (Love, Death & Robots - Shape-Shifters AU)

Part 1 - Santiago 'Pope' Garcia

Part 2 - William 'Ironhead' Miller

Part 3 - Benny Miller

Benny Miller

Little Miller - Benny Miller x Will's BFF!Reader 🔥

Summary: You are Will's new bestie and everyone (except the two of you) thinks you're gonna end up together but your love-hate relationship with his lil' bro takes an interesting turn when you find out his call sing, that they never actually use...

Dog Soldiers series (Love, Death & Robots - Shape-Shifters AU)

Part 1 - Santiago 'Pope' Garcia

Part 2 - William 'Ironhead' Miller

Part 3 - Benny Miller

Gentlemen

Raymond Smith

A deal is a deal - Ray Smith x half Asian!Reader

Bribing • The Offer • Deal • Business🔥⚡ • Pleasure 🔥🧸 •  All’s fair... 🧸 

Summary: You make an offer and you get yourself a Ray of Sunshine with the deal...

King Arthur - Legend of the Sword

King Arthur

All Hallows Eve - King Arthur x mage!Reader ⚡🧸

Summary: Staying at the castle, you train Arthur so he can wield the sword properly. When All Hallows Eve arrives, the dead wants to be heard…

The Legend of his Queen (part 2 of AHE) - King Arthur x mage!Reader ⚡🔥🧸

Summary: You fell in love with the King, even though you knew his destiny was to fall for someone else...

Good Omens

Crowley

Aziraphale

Vikings

Ragnar

Ubbe

Ivar

Mayans MC

Bishop Losa

I know what day it is - Bishop x Reader (season 3 episode 6 spoilers) ⚡🧸

Summary: On the anniversary of his son's death everything seems to align against him but you want to be there for him if he would just let you...

Angel's crush - Bishop x tattoo artist!Reader (season 3 episode 6 spoilers) ⚡🔥🧸

Summary: Angel keeps rambling about the artist who made his new tattoo at the latest Vegas run and even Bishop is intrigued by her...

One King - Bishop x vampire!Reader (Night Teeth AU) 🔥⚡

Summary: The vampire leaders of LA and Vegas are being killed off, you arrive to stop a war between the peace-keepers and the vamps and form an unlikely alliance with Bishop, one of the leaders of the human gangs...

Bishop with an anxious/shy/quiet SO 🔥⚡🧸

Bishop x cartel ‘princess’!Reader headcanon 🔥⚡🧸

Teen Wolf

Derek Hale

Chris Argent

Enola Holmes

Sherlock Holmes

Bride (to lover) - Sherlock Holmes x Reader 🔥⚡🧸

Summary: A marriage of convenience. You never expected it to be anything else…

Narnia

Caspian

*Dating the Darkling / Billy Russo / Logan Delos / Caspian / +Sirius Black headcanon 🔥⚡🧸

Witcher

Geralt

Vilgefortz

Darkness Within series - Vilgefortz x Calanthe's daughter!Reader ❌🔥⚡

Summary: He found you when your mother sentenced you to death, he took you in and taught you everything you know, then he found out just how special you are...

Game of Thrones

Robb Stark

Tyrion Lannister

Star Trek

Khan

Spock

Bones

James Bond (No Time to Die)

Paloma

The Enemy of My Enemy - Paloma x Villain!Reader 🔥⚡

Summary: Your relationship with her is complicated but you have to take aside your differences because Bond needs you both to save the world this time...

Harry Potter (Marauders/Fantastic Beasts )

Sirius Black

*Dating the Darkling / Billy Russo / Logan Delos / Caspian / +Sirius Black headcanon 🔥⚡🧸🤍

Percival Graves

Westworld

Logan Delos

*Dating the Darkling / Billy Russo / Logan Delos / Caspian / +Sirius Black headcanon 🔥⚡🧸

Venom

Eddie/Venom

*Misery loves company - Venom x Reader x Eddie 

Summary: You harbour Eddie's fugitive ass and put up living with the dysfunctional couple because you became friends with Venom after he saved your life.

Peaky Blinders

Alfie Solomons

Foreplay - Alfie Solomons x Reader (x Tommy Shelby)

Summary: Three players, one game. You are not really interested in their schemes but that wicked man tempts you to reconsider.

Bet the Pot - chef!Alfie x manager!Reader (modern!au) - Part 1

Summary: Alfie is stirring you up and enticing you into a bet…

Bet the Pot - chef!Alfie x manager!Reader (modern!au) - Part 2

Summary: You’ve lost the bet so it’s time to collect his reward…

Encore - Alfie Solomons x Opera Singer!Reader

Summary: Tommy is writing that final act for Alfie and you happen to be a part of it…

Tommy Shelby

[drabbles-mc]

20 Questions for Fanfic Writers

thank you for the tag, @spaghettificationandpretzels! 🥰

1) How many works do you have on AO3?: i have 270 on AO3, but i know that that is wildly inaccurate because for a while i wasn't crossposting my tumblr fics on there and i haven't taken the time to rectify that 😂 someday i'll go through and count my fics on here again because i'm overdue for that lmao

2) What's your total AO3 word count?: 1,171,311 the way i'm actually floored by this. i need a moment sksks

3) What fandoms do your write for?: i'll try anything once! 😂 nah but i'd say my big Heavy Hitter fandoms are: Sons of Anarchy, Mayans MC, Narcos & Narcos Mexico, Kingsman, The Bear, Marvel, Top Gun: Maverick, Altered Carbon, Suicide Squad, Outer Banks... although i've written for a smattering of other fandoms when the mood strikes 😌

4) Top 5 fics by kudos: this is so so funny to me because my top fics on AO3 are WILDLYYY different than my top fics on tumblr. but i'll still link 'em!

Stumble (Harry Hary x Eggsy Unwin)- 1495

Lessons in Romantics (Harry Hart x Eggsy Unwin)- 532

Sweater Weather (Harry Hart x Eggsy Unwin)- 344

A Bit Too Much (Harry Hart x Eggsy Unwin)- 281

Just One Week (Horacio Carrillo x F!Reader)- 231

5) Do you respond to comments?: yes! real talk i'm much better about this on ao3 than tumblr just because it's easier on that platform. however now that i can reply from my sideblog here on tumblr i've been trying to stay more on top of replying 🫡

6) What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?: i have multiple fics that end with major character death, so i would say definitely one of those 😂 if anyone is looking to get their heart broken like that, drop me a line and i'll rec them to you lmao. but i know off the top of my head i have multiple No Happy Ending Major Character Death Endings for Narcos and Mayans

7) What's a fic you wrote with the happiest ending?: oooo i know i write a lot of angst but i have a lot of fluff for all of my fandoms too. i think that one of my happiest fics is Just One Week. i feel like that's a generally fluffy fic from top to bottom with the exception of a few moments

8) Do you get hate on fics?: not really! i think it helps that these days i tend to write for smaller fandoms.

9) Do you write smut?: i do! for the longest time i didn't, or i'd try to avoid it like the plague. it's still not my strongest suit or necessarily my preference but i've gotten more comfortable writing it as time has gone on

10) Craziest crossover?: ohhhhh i gotta thank @ashlingiswriting for this one. i wrote a Narcos & Suicide Squad crossover and i think about it every day all the time. i also have some other crossovers in my head that haven't made it onto paper yet. but one day! (fic is called Family Reunion and you can find it HERE)

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen?: not to my knowledge!

12) Have you ever had a fic translated?: no, but i have had people reach out and ask to. i get kinda nervous about other people posting my fics even if it's just a translation so i usually just air on the side of caution. but i do appreciate people having taken the time to ask!

13) Have you ever cowritten a fic before?: not formally, but honestly between my friends in the narcos discord, and chats with @withmyteeth and @garbinge i feel like i sort of have 😂

14) All time favorite ship?: ohhhhh maaaaaaaaaan. i. i don't know. i think i ship so many people with so many people it's hard to have a favorite 😂 i've clocked a serious number of hours thinking/writing about: Harry Hart/Eggsy Unwin, Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes/Natasha Romanoff, Rick Flag/Harley Quinn, Sydney Adamu/Richie Jerimovich.....also lets be so real if i've written an OC pairing i still think about them to this day even if i haven't written for them in a while lmfao

15) What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?: that's quitter talk!!! i don't care how long it's been since i've updated i still fully intend to add onto all of my wips and finish them lol

16) What are your writing strengths?: i think my strength has almost always been dialogue. i think the chronic rewatcher in me really lends itself to that haha

17) What are your writing weaknesses?: smut is not my strong suit. never has been. probably never will be 😂 also just to keep it a buck i feel like i don't have the mental stamina for a lot of research to go into my fics. it's super hit or miss. i'm just here to have a good time and i can't always be bothered to fact-check 😂

18) Thoughts on dialogue in another language?: i've written multiple fics that have dialogue in Spanish! it's fun and a bit of a challenge but i very much enjoy it. i have plans for an OC who also speaks in sign language along with English and Spanish. i think that's going to be more challenging as well but i look forward to it!

19) First fandom you wrote in?: back in my quizilla days (RIP to a legend) i was biiiiiig into writing bandfic. however, i'd say that once i hit got towards the end of middle school and really got into writing fanfic, my first fics were Marvel, followed by Kingsman a handful of years later!

20) Favorite fic you've ever written?: oh man. like trying to pick a favorite child! 😂 i do think that Just One Week is always going to be in my top fic rotation. Protective Detail is up there as well, along with really any of my Kingsman longfics on AO3 🥰

thank you so much for the tag!! i'm leaving this as an open tag to any of the writers who follow me and wanna participate! please feel free to tag me in it so i can read and learn things about you haha 💖

[lizamango]

MASTERLIST

I don’t know if this is how to make it bare with meeeee

I made it!!

All fics have a fem!reader unless stated otherwise! 💖

Add yourself to my taglist! 

Asks/requests are open 🥰

The Last of Us (game)

Ellie x Dina

It’s what he would do

Joel Miller

I was your wife

MARVEL 🧢🕶🕷🦾

Bucky Barnes

Together Again ~ Complete 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8

Finding You ~ In Progress 1 ~ 2 ~ 3 ~ 4 ~ 5 ~ 6 ~ 7 ~ 8 ~ 9 ~ 10 ~

Steven Grant

Steven, Please Let Me

Peter Parker 

MCU

I’ve Loved You Ever Since I Met You

The Amazing Spider-Man

Peter's Really Sweet

You Don’t Have Me on Your Computer?

You Have to Take that Back

Why Are You Doing This?

Frank Castle

I Like When You Say My Name

Billy Russo

You Have to Leave  - Please You’re Scaring Me - I Don’t Wanna Do This

The Walking Dead 🧟‍♂️💣🧬🦠

Daryl Dixon

You named your dog “Dog”?

Grey’s Anatomy 💉🏥🚑🩺

Mark Sloan

Bone Dry Cappuccino

You’re my patient

Peaky Blinders 🧨🚬📇🔎

You Promised

Look forward to

Sons of Anarchy ☠️💥🪦🏍

Mayans MC 🔪⛓🚬🪙

The Adventures of Merlin 🧙🏼‍♂️🦄🧚🏻‍♀️🐲

Criminal Minds 💼🕶✈️♟

One shots are currently tumblr-exclusive

You can find me on…

Wattpad: ChaoticLizzieAngel

Archive of our own: LizzieAngel

Instagram: lizamcutwd (hoping to be more active on there and post maybe edits and updates? I hate my personal Instagram)

[brithedemonspawn]

🐍reblog masterlist 🐍

This is for all the reblogged images that are my favorite and this is mainly just for me but i will stress none of the works in this masterlist are mine. I will leave the title and the author in the masterlist.

Imagines

Our story //regulus black x lupin! Reader by @remmyswritings

Secret admirer (aizawa x daughter! reader) by @katimagines

pynk || katsuki bakugou by @pinkjeanist

You love me by @myacademiawritings

Oh boy by @dreamywriting

Caffeine by @thebitchiestwritertowalktheearth

Movie night || peter parker x fem!reader by @kelsiejayy

Imagine: falling for the joker’s son by @jokers-sweethearts

EJ, Toby, Slender Emotionally abusive family by @scary-lasagna

Pets by scary-lasagna

Jax teller - injury by @imaginesmai

Chopped up meat by @yourwonkywriter

bittersweet (Diego Hargreeves x reader) by @fandomsoverlife

caught by @waiting-for-motivation

Dyed hair by @pitubea1910

Your Protector by @buckys-broody-muffin

They Get Turned Into Toddlers by @crybaby-writings

Best friends with eyeless jack by @scary-lasagna

Todoroki reader goes on a trip with friends by @i-cant-sing

A cup of Lavender tea: In which Class 1A deals with a wolf quirk classmate wearing a muzzle by @akaashis-liquidluck

Off limits by @ssamie

Nice doggy prequel by marvelmymarvel

Lunch by @thesweetestkimberry

Bakugou & kirishima get turned into toddlers by @thetrashywritingwitch

Denki friend comfort by @katsukikitten

SISTER'S LATE NIGHT COMFORTS by @jishiroe

SHE FINER THAN ANY MOTHERFUCKER by jishiroe

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐚-𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 by @feitania

𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐭 ➡️ bonten & toman by feitania

That's my mom by @fezcoismypimp

Fuck Cassie Howard by @lostaurorax

My boys part 1 & part 2 by @sublimecatgalaxy

Tenacious by @white-poppie

Field Trip by @im-in-love-with-pizza-bites

THE THIRD HAITANI by @usernamerenn

that’s my wife by usernamerenn

Dare Night by @rebelwrites

Dating Advice by rebelwrites

Do Not Give Her A Gun by rebelwrites

MIEMBRO DE HONOR by @everyhowlmarksthedead

Ruca Rumble (Johnny Coco Cruz) by @firebenderwolf

Ruca Rumble Headcannons (Michael ‘Riz’ Ariza) by firebenderwolf

Bright red ass by @ultrastarbee

this is all so backwards by @lilys174

# GIVE ME BACK MY SWEATSHIRT! By @fukuncga

‘Wedding Crashers’ - Katsuki Bakugou by @boom-bakugou

“He called me Mom” by @daydreamingatnight209

Lord Meowpheus by @skaikruswan

Series

Happier With You Masterlist by @imaginedreamwrite

I WISH YOU TOLD ME HOW YOU WERE AS A KID bakugo aizawa Hawks dabi shigaraki by @servingy-nneeds

Heal what has been hurt by @eraser-baby

11 things I hate about you  by @moonlit-mizukage

Learning to love masterlist by @saffron-nova21

High school sweethearts by @babyshoyo

Mayans MC and the first day of school. By @everyhowlmarksthedead

Matchups

900(k) follower celebration matchup by @babu-haitani