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ghost-of-winters-past · 16 hours ago
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Reblog this if you think it’s okay to support multiple different ships for the same character in a fandom.
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ghost-of-winters-past · 2 days ago
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little update
Hey guys! I’m sorry there hasn’t been a new one shot yet. Some uni stuff came up, that required more work than I had thought so I haven’t had time to sit down and write this week. I finally got everything done so hopefully, I can start on that Steve request tonight. 
To everyone who has sent me requests: I saw them all and I’m really excited to write them. It’s just gonna take a little longer so please don’t think I have forgotten you!
In the meantime, go check out my latest one shot here: another new york summer night
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ghost-of-winters-past · 3 days ago
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‼️ support ‼️ ur ‼️content ‼️ creators‼️and ‼️fic ‼️authors ‼️ by ‼️ reblogging ‼️ and ‼️ stop ‼️ treating ‼️ this ‼️ site ‼️ like ‼️ instagram ‼️
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ghost-of-winters-past · 5 days ago
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Schedule update
Hey! I just uploaded a new Bucky one shot last night! Check it out if you haven’t yet! -> another new york summer night
The plan for this week is to write and upload the Steve request that has been sitting in my ask box. I’ll try to get that up in the next few days.  After that, I have a Loki request that I’m gonna try to get up on the weekend. And then I have another Bucky request that might has to wait until next week, but I’ll try my best to get it up as soon as possible!
Have a nice week everyone!
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ghost-of-winters-past · 6 days ago
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I don‘t know if you‘ve seen but I just uploaded a new Bucky One Shot! I‘ve worked really hard on it so please give it some love.
another new york summer night
summary: Bucky was your neighbour and friend. Nothing more and nothing less. But when your beautiful long-time friend Wanda found the courage to do what you had been too afraid of, you had to decide between trying to be more to Bucky or nothing at all. 
parining: bucky x fem!reader
warnings/synopsis: AU, pining, angst, swear words, friends to lovers, fluff, happy ending, some steam and implied smut at the end. Can’t get enough of the pining idiots to lovers trope. And I can’t get enough of @barnesbabyy​ and her amazing ideas either; Tell me if you have another one of those! I hope this is anything like you had imagined! Requests are still open, people! (5.1k words)
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ghost-of-winters-past · 6 days ago
hiii it's me again, with a new request!
firstly, i am very happy to hear that you liked my request and that you would love to write for me again, it warmed my heart.
english is also my second language so i don't blame you if you make some mistakes (although i didn't notice any in that incredible story you wrote for me).
my new request is this:
bucky and reader are neighbours and close friends. reader is on love with him but is afraid to confess or try anything with him cuz she thinks he dosen't feel that way about her.
one day reader brings her friend over so they can hang out (the friend is female) and the friend sees bucky and immediately likes him and starts asking reader about bucky. even tho it hurts, reader tells her everything she knows about bucky (including that he's single) and helps her friend try and pursue bucky. the reader isn't too happy about it but thinks that if she can't be with bucky she can at least let her friend be with him and that maybe that will help her overcome her feelings for him. you can take it on from there! :)
you can make it angsty but i would like a happy ending. once again thank you for writing my first request, your writing is so beautiful ❤️
Hi! Thank you so much for requesting again! I love your ideas and have so much fun writing them! I'd be happy if you considered requesting again! This was so cool to write, even though I struggled a little with the ending, but I'm pretty pleased and I hope you will be too. I'm not sure it's completely what you had imagined, but I hope you'll like it anyway!
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ghost-of-winters-past · 6 days ago
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another new york summer night
summary: Bucky was your neighbour and friend. Nothing more and nothing less. But when your beautiful long-time friend Wanda found the courage to do what you had been too afraid of, you had to decide between trying to be more to Bucky or nothing at all. 
parining: bucky x fem!reader
warnings/synopsis: AU, pining, angst, swear words, friends to lovers, fluff, happy ending, some steam and implied smut at the end. Can’t get enough of the pining idiots to lovers trope. And I can’t get enough of @barnesbabyy​ and her amazing ideas either; Tell me if you have another one of those! I hope this is anything like you had imagined! Requests are still open, people! (5.1k words)
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A heatwave had taken over New York City. The streets were hustling and bustling, people running around in shorts and tank tops, sunglasses perched upon their noses and hands occupied with cold beverages. Not a single cloud adorned the crystal blue sky, and at this point, the only way to escape the hot midsummer sun was to disappear into the shadows of the red-bricked Brooklyn buildings. The jeans material of your shorts had started to stick to your upper thighs about halfway through your shopping trip. Your friend, Wanda, seemed to have made a smarter clothing choice than you, a short flowy dress letting the almost still standing air cool her body. She was going on and on about her new fancy office job while you were busy fanning yourself with a flyer someone had pressed into your hand a few blocks ago. It was not that you didn’t want to hear about her living her best life; you just preferred if it would happen in the comfort of your air-conditioned apartment.
The air in your apartment’s building was almost as stuffy as the outdoors, and you let out a defeated sigh once the door had closed behind you and you gave the stairs a pained look. "It’s still like a million degrees in here," you complained as the two of you climbed the stairs, sweat still dripping from your forehead. Finally, you reached your floor. Exhausted, you wiped the sweat droplets from your temple until they got caught in your hairline. Your door was at the end of the hallway, and as you passed the one leading into the apartment next to you, the old wooden-panelled door flew open, almost smacking into your face.
"Woah!" Startled, you took a quick step back, bumping into Wanda and dropping your bags in the process. Out of his apartment, Bucky stepped into the hallway, a white muscle tee clinging to his torso, light blue paint speckled jeans hanging low on his hips. God, he looked like a delicious handy worker right out of a wet dream. You felt even hotter if that was even possible. Bucky seemed just as surprised as you, groping his left pec in shock. "Oh, hey. Sorry, didn’t see you there," he laughed, and you just waved him off. "No worries. Lucky for you, I’m like a ninja. Couldn’t hurt me if you tried." Pulling a face, you couldn’t help but cringe at your awkward blabbering. Bucky let out a deep rumbling laugh before his gaze fell on your friend behind you. She was rendered speechless, eyes still trying to adjust to the greek god standing in front of her. You quickly introduced the two, poking Wand in the side with your elbow so that she would close her agape mouth. "Hi," was everything she managed to get out, a flustered giggle escaping her mouth when Bucky gave her one of his signature smirks. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. "Haven’t seen you here before," Bucky said with a grin, seemingly having forgotten about you completely. "Oh yeah. I was out of town for a while. We’re celebrating a little reunion right now," she explained. "And I was not invited?" Bucky feigned mocked disappointment. Unbelieving, he shook his head. "Frankly, I feel offended." "Sorry, Buck. It’s a strictly girls day," you said, and Bucky looked at you again then, finally realizing you were still existing. You didn’t know why but the thought of inviting Bucky to join you and continue watching the two of them drool over each other made your stomach turn. "Don’t you have something to paint anyway?" You continued, motioning towards the fresh paint stains on his jeans. "Yeah, I’m redoing my bedroom." His hand scratched at the back of his head, his biceps bulging at the movement. You could almost hear Wandas panties dropping to the floor. "Really? That’s so exciting! You have to show me sometime." A flirty smile was adorning Wanda‘s lips, and you almost gagged at her obvious attempt to invite herself into his bed. Bucky was leaning onto the door frame now, a glint in his eye and the corner of his mouth lifting upwards boyishly. "That could be arranged." Not being able to stand this any longer, you went over to your door and left the both of them to canoodle. If the heat hadn’t ruined your day, the encounter with Bucky now definitely had. In your living room, you let your bags fall to the floor with a thud, and you could not resist giving it a little kick. "Fuck this,"!you mumbled under your breath. Not even caring about the open door, you popped open the silver button on your jeans, and tugged the sweaty tank top over your head, before stomping into your bedroom. Angrily, you threw the top into a corner and let out a frustrated groan. Maybe you were overreacting, but the way she had practically thrown herself onto Bucky just brought out something in you, that you had yet to discover. And it was nasty. Usually, you didn’t care when she flirted with guys in front of you, but with Bucky, it was different.
You had met him the afternoon you had moved in. He had been getting his mail when you stumbled through the door, trying to carry at least a dozen of boxes up the stairs. Immediately, he had offered his help. When he had lifted the mountain of stuff as if it all weighed nothing, you couldn’t help but admire the way his arms and shoulders filled out the navy blue sweater. You instantly became friends after learning you were next-door neighbours. From sharing Chinese takeout and watering each other's plans whenever one left over the weekend, he quickly became one of your favourite people. And now your friend was trying to steal him away from you. It didn’t help that you had developed a huge crush on him after hanging around together for a couple weeks. Pulling a loose shirt over your head, you went back into the living room, right when Wanda sent a giggly wave out of the door, before closing it gently, and then letting out a content sigh. You rolled your eyes. She didn’t even know how amazing Bucky really was, only that he was hot. She couldn’t possibly be this love drunk already.
"Oh. My. God." You watched as Wanda dramatically slumped against the closed door, a dreamy smile on her face. You just quirked one brow and crossed your arms over your chest "He is so hot!" She exclaimed and fanned her face with her hand for emphasis. "Eh, sure.” Squeaking happily, she jumped over to your sofa and let herself fall back into the cushions. "You need to tell me everything about him!" Excitedly, she patted the spot next to her. "No, thanks." "Oh come on!" She pleaded with big round eyes. Sighing, you let your arms fall back to your sides. She was one of your closest friends, you had to remind yourself. Just because you met Bucky first didn’t mean you had any right to reserve him for yourself. As much as you wanted to call out "Dibs!" and fight off every woman daring to even come near him. Your massive crush on your next-door neighbour didn’t justify standing in the way of your friend's happiness. "What do you wanna know?" you asked, and with another sigh, let yourself fall down onto the sofa next to her. Wanda watched you intently, legs crossed on the cushions and chin propped up on her hand. "Tell me about his family. And friends! And most importantly: If he’s single," She instructed, wiggling her brows playfully at the last sentence. That’s when you realised, that even though you had hung around Bucky for months now, you weren’t even sure if he was single. Even though you absolutely had the hots for him, you were just too afraid to find out if he had a girlfriend. Or boyfriend. Who knew, honestly. Without the certainty of him actually being taken, you could at least allow yourself to fantasize about him in your dreams. "Well, he grew up around here, doesn’t have any family anymore though." A sad pout decorated her lips. "Oh, that’s sad." "He was in the army and stationed in Afghanistan for a while. Got released after a big accident though," you continued, thinking back to the night the two of you had spent sipping beers and telling each other your life stories. A sad smile clung to your lips at the memory of the absent look on his face when he had told you about his time in the army. "So that’s why the metal arm?" she asked, a sympathetic look on her face. You nodded. "What happened?" "I don’t really know, he doesn’t like to talk about it." You shrugged. When he had spoken about his experience in Afghanistan, he had just told you that he had been in the wrong place at the wrong time. "Understandable," she sighed. "What else?" she then asked to change the topic. "I met his best friend, Steve, once. He’s a good guy. They’ve been friends since like forever. And then there’s Sam. They met in Afghanistan, but he’s over in Washington most of the time, working with veterans dealing with PTSD at the VA. He’s great too." You had met Steve when Bucky hosted a little birthday barbecue on the rooftop. He was over six feet of muscle, with striking blue eyes and pretty blonde hair. If he just would’ve visited Bucky today and if you would’ve had just ran into him. You would’ve no problem hooking Wanda up with Steve. "And?" Wanda asked, snapping you out of your considerations about introducing her to Steve. "And what?" Confused, you tilted your head. She slapped her thigh excitedly. "I’m not hearing anything about him canoodling with ladies! Oh no, please don’t tell me he’s gay!" "Oh no, he’s single, I guess," you mumbled, anxiously playing with your fingers. Of course, you would not lie to her, but still, you kind of wished she wasn’t so hellbent on hitting on him.
"Listen, if you like him, why don’t you just ask him out and find out all of this stuff yourself?" You continued halfheartedly, secretly hoping she was too nervous to try. But nothing could’ve prepared you for what she did next. "You’re right. I’m gonna do it!" She clapped her hands, jumped up from the couch and ran her fingers through her hair. She was already halfway to the door when you finally snapped out of your shocked state. You hadn’t meant it like that! You had hoped she would go home later tonight, sleep over it and then realize she was too much of a chicken. How could you have known she would just go for it? "Wait, right now? For real?" She stilled, one hand already resting on the doorknob. "Yeah, why not? Can’t let a man like that slip through my fingers." Apparently, you could, though. "Right now?" you asked, not being able to conceal the shock in your voice. "Of course! What better time than the present?" And then she was already out of the door. "How about never?" you mumbled under your breath, silently cursing yourself for not just telling her about your massive crush. Now that you thought about it, she probably would’ve understood. Trying to hold yourself back from ramming your head into the nearest wall, you quickly followed her out into the hall. She was already standing in front of Bucky’s door. "Wait!"
But before you could say anything more, the door swung open, and Bucky stood there in all his heavenly manly glory. It was too late. "Oh, hey. It’s you again," he laughed, not even noticing you standing just a few feet outside of your door. You were torn between going back inside to not have to witness the universe wiping their muddy shoes on your heart or launching yourself in between them like a human shield. But your feet were glued to the spot and so you had no choice but to watch Wanda delicately wrapping a finger around a lock of her fiery red hair. "Yep me again! Listen, I was just wondering if you were into bowling?" You could see the confused look flickering across Bucky’s face for a short moment, but instantly his charming half-smile was back. "Sure, I like bowling." You almost threw up when he leaned on the door frame, crossing his arms over his chest as to directly flex his muscles into her face. God, the things you’d do for him to try to impress you like that. A dazzling smile appeared on Wanda's full lips, flashing him her perfect pearly whites. "Great! I know a great spot! Friday at seven? We can eat pizza there."
An uncomfortable shiver ran down your spine. He wouldn’t. Right? His gaze wandered up from Wanda’s face, finally, he noticed you just a couple feet away, mouth slightly agape and arms weakly hanging by your sides. Please don’t, please don’t, please don’t. Your heart was almost beating out of your chest when Bucky watched you for a few seconds, a thoughtful look on his face. It almost seemed as if he waited for you to say something. You wanted to yell at him to not go, but let’s be honest, Wanda had taken the chance when she’d seen it. You hadn't. Finally, his pretty eyes found hers again. She was nervously swaying back and forth on the balls of her feet, obviously eager to hear his answer. "Sounds good."
You wanted to curl up on the floor and cry. A happy squeal came over Wanda's lips. You didn’t pay any more attention to them, even if you wanted to you couldn’t. The sound of your heart shattering into millions and millions of tiny little pieces completely drowned out the flirty banter between your longtime friend, and the guy you’ve had a crush on for almost half a year now. You couldn’t stand to watch this for another second, and when your feet finally listened to you, you spun around and ran back into your apartment. All you wanted to do was throw yourself onto your bed and hide under the covers until this whole nightmare was over. But you couldn’t let Wanda know how much it hurt you to see her score a date with Bucky. This wasn’t about you, and you had to try to be happy for her now. And maybe, one day, you could stop pretending and actually be happy for her. Maybe after the two got married. Wanda was jumping on the spot, shrieking like a crazy groupie, after she had burst into your apartment. You couldn’t manage more than a forced tight-lipped smile and a weak thumbs up. No, you‘d definitely need longer than that. Your friend was insisting on celebrating meeting the soon-to-be love of her life with your favourite cheap wine, and honestly, you needed the alcohol. So, you drowned your sorrow in a bittersweet red, trying to find the missing pieces of your heart at the bottom of a wine bottle.
The following days went by quickly, Friday came around way too soon and waking up on the dreaded day, you cursed whatever deity decided to not listen to your pleads of the world ending on Thursday evening. Rude. Wanda had started texting you around lunchtime when you were busy trying to distract yourself at work. She wanted to know your opinion on three different dresses, all of them perfectly fitting her form and making her look like every mans’ secret fantasy. Also: rude.
She called you at five, nervously rambling about possible conversation starters, and you had to assure her that she would be an absolute delight for a little over 40 minutes. You were exhausted after hanging up, falling down onto your mattress and turning the alarm clock on your nightstand away, so that you wouldn’t check the time every five minutes. 15 minutes before seven, you were standing tip-toed at your door, inspecting the hallway, waiting for Bucky leaving his apartment. Yes, you felt like a dirty stalker. No, you didn’t care that it wasn’t your business. Your breath hitched a little in your throat when you saw his door opening. "Oh god, I hate him!" you cursed as you eyed his beautiful form. He was wearing those black jeans that perfectly hugged his thick thighs, and that greyish denim flannel shirt, that made him look like a sexy lumberjack. Oh, how you wished he would’ve dressed like that for you. Hopefully, you watched him lock his door, silently begging he would come over, tell you that you were the only women for him and then kiss you until you were a panting mess. But he didn’t even spare one look into the direction of your door. Again: rude.
Sighing heavily, you slumped against your door, your back sliding down the dark brown wood until your butt landed on the floor. Burying your face in your palms, you let out a frustrated scream when you felt hot tears pricking at your eyes. That’s it. Wanda would be just as amazing as ever, wooing him with her beauty and wits until he’d hopelessly fall in love with her. And then they’d get married, and you’d have to play happy maid of honour. Finally, you’d end up a dried-out, bitter spinster. Letting your head fall back against the thick wood a little too hard, you let your tears fall. Maybe you should go adopt a cat.
An old episode of FRIENDS you had watched about a hundred times already was quietly playing in the background, the blueish hue illuminating your face and working hard on slowly lulling you to sleep. The sun had long gone down, but you hadn’t bothered switching on the light for you’d rather sulk under your favourite throw blanket in darkness. At half-past seven, you had thought about Bucky and Wanda arriving at the bowling alley. At eight, you had imagined them sipping beers and sharing a pepperoni pizza. Somewhere around ten, the image of them cosying up on Bucky’s bike had infiltrated your mind. It was almost eleven o’clock now, and you had been afraid of hearing them stumble into his apartment, desperately clawing at each-others clothes and sucking their mouths off, for about half an hour now. But either the walls of the building weren’t actually as thin as you had thought, or she had taken him home to her fancy Manhatten loft. Both possibilities did not succeed in dissolving the lump stuck in your throat. An empty box of chocolate ice cream was littering your coffee table, and you didn’t even care you had bowed to the cliché. Somebody else was shagging your man, and that somebody was one of your best friends. Letting out a disgusted sound, you tugged the blanket closer to your chin. You hated that you were reacting like this, and maybe one day you’d not burst into tears whenever thinking about the two of them being together. But that day definitely wasn’t today.
Tiredly, your eyes had kept fluttering shut for the last few minutes, and just as you were about to give in to the drag of sleep, there was a knock on your door. You were confused at first, thinking it came from the TV or maybe you had imagined it, but then there it was again. Groaning, you kicked the blanket off of you and stumbled through the dark to your door. The lock clicked open, and when you pulled open the door just a tiny crack to check who it was that was disturbing your evening, Bucky’s face came into view. Now fully awake, you yanked the door wide open.
"Bucky?" you asked, confused. An uncertain smile rose on his lips when he eyed your short pyjamas. "Hey. Did I wake you?" "Oh, no," you waved him off. "I was just watching some FRIENDS." He slowly nodded, eyes drifting behind you where you had paused the episode. "So, how was your date?" you asked after a few silent seconds, not completely sure if you really wanted to hear it. Bucky scratched his neck, gaze settling back on you. There was no way of telling if he had irrevocably fallen in love with one of your closest friends and therefore would break your heart with the next words just by the look on his face. "It was nice." Well, that wasn’t very helpful. "Good." You really didn’t know what else to say. He was just standing there, still, in the outfit, you had seen him leave in, black jeans and lumberjack shirt. He looked even better when not distorted because of the peephole. His hair was a little unruly, and you hoped it was from the motorcycle ride, not because Wanda and he had gotten hot and heavy. Bucky just kept standing there, hands buried in the pockets of his jeans, nervously biting his bottom lip. "Why are you here?" you asked, not being able to stand the silence any longer. "Can I come in?" Immediately, you stepped aside, watching confusedly, as he wandered into your living room but not sitting down on the couch. You closed the door and followed him, quickly snatching the blanket from the sofa and throwing it aside onto the armchair. No one of you had bothered to turn on the light, and so you were just awkwardly standing there, the TV the only source of light. You could barely make out his face, only contours and the striking blue of his eyes.
"Wanda is great," he said and you were glad he wasn’t able to see the sad look on your face. "She is,” you agreed. “When’s your next date?” Bucky shrugged. "We haven’t really decided yet." There was something in his voice. Something that just sounded off. Wanda was great, he had said it himself. So why did he sound so reluctant? So… uninterested? "Oh." You really didn’t know what else to say. Why was he even here? He didn’t seem to want to really talk about his date, he didn’t know if there were any more and he sounded nothing like you’d expect someone sounding after going on a date with Wanda. Suddenly his indifference angered you. You were hopelessly in love with him, yes. But Wanda was perfect, and if he didn’t see that, he was stupid. "Look, if you’re not really interested in her, just don’t lead her on. Please," you said, arms crossed over your chest and tone stern. "She doesn’t deserve that." Bucky sighed, his weird and distant behaviour starting to crumble as he sat down on the couch, leaning back into the cushions. "I know," he said, hands rubbing over his face. "I was gonna call her Sunday." "Oh." Your arms fell back to your sides. Of course, you were happy for Wanda, and for Bucky too. But you couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sadness settling in your heart. This was it. They would start dating. Your chance with Bucky had officially passed. But at the same time, you couldn’t help but feel put off with the way Bucky had said that. "You don’t seem too excited," you finally said as you slowly sat down next to him. Bucky sighed again. Yep, that didn’t sound like a love-struck man. "She’s great," he insisted, but he just sounded like he had to convince himself. "So what’s the problem?"
It was almost completely silent for a minute, only the sounds of the New York summer night filling the air. The sounds of cars driving by and laughter from people turning the night into day carried through your open window. In the distance, you could hear the loud horn of an ambulance. Out of all the things Bucky could’ve said, nothing could’ve prepared you for the words he spoke next. "She’s not you." You felt like your heart stopped beating. Did you just imagine him saying that because you wanted him to say that? Were you really so sleep-deprived? You didn’t say anything, still processing his words. But you could feel his stare on you, the metal of his arm reflected in the moonlight when he lifted it to run his fingers through his hair. "I don’t know what you mean," you stammered. Suddenly your heart was going a million miles an hour. You were actually afraid Bucky was able to hear it. "You know exactly what I mean. "No, I-" "Oh come on!" Bucky interrupted you, voice raised with sudden anger. You actually flinched a little at his sudden mood change. His eyes were even twinkling in the TV light. You had never seen him like this, and honestly, it started to annoy you. The way he had just burst into here, barely saying three words and then just dropping something like this on you without warning. "Maybe you should go home," you said pointedly. Shaking your head, you stood up from the couch and picked up the empty ice cream container. He could show himself out. Maybe he was just tired and let it out on you. Even though that had never happened before. Angrily, you threw the container into the trash, but when you turned around, you suddenly stumbled into Bucky’s broad chest.
"I want to hear you say it," he said. Your back was pressed into the counter, and Bucky made no move to take a step back. With every breath, your chest grazed his. It made you a little dizzy, but you tried to keep a clear mind. Confused, you tilted your head. "Say what?" "Say, that you don’t want me to go out with Wanda again." "Why would I say that?" you asked, not understanding where he was going with this. Bucky let out a frustrated sigh. "Ok. Then tell me I should call her right now and ask her to come to Steve’s barbecue with me tomorrow." It was almost completely dark in the small kitchen, so you couldn’t see the desperate look on Bucky’s face. Or how his fists clenched at his sides, and his jaws tightly pressed together. His eyes glimmered almost ferally, as he waited for your reply. But you were quite literally fighting with yourself right now. Of course, you didn’t want Bucky to go out with Wanda again. Especially not if he was planning on introducing her to his friends. But Wanda was your friend, and of course, you wanted her to be happy. You just had some problems accepting she wanted to be happy with him. "You can’t," he stated. He was right. "Look, this really isn’t my business," you tried to talk yourself out of this conversation. But when you tried to slip past him, Bucky just pressed you into the counter harder. You started to get nervous. While you had dreamed about his body all pressed up against yours, this was not how you had imagined it. "So you’re telling me, you don’t care even one tiny bit about me dating Wanda?" he asked, a challenging tone lacing his voice. "No." You knew he could hear the shakiness in your voice. "You’re lying." "Ok, why does this matter so much to you?" You decided to turn this around. "It just does, ok?" he sighed, pinching his nose between his fingers. As if he had trouble staying calm. But he still sounded angry. "Then tell me why!" you raised your voice, frustrated and finally fed up with his secrecy. "Because I don’t wanna go out with Wanda! I wanna go out with you!" he yelled back. "Great! Then don’t go out with her and go out with me!" You were full-on shouting at each other at this point. Maybe that’s why you only registered what you were yelling at each other after the words had left your mouth. Instantly, your eyes widened, heart stopped beating. "Ok, I will!" Bucky yelled again, and that snapped you out of your thoughts. He actually meant it. You could feel your palms getting clammy. "Good!" you answered, voice shaky, not knowing what else to say, and still overwhelmed by his words. You could not believe what was happening, that you were actually confessing to each other. "Fine!" "Amazing!" "Wonderful!" "Just shut up and kiss me already!"
There was not even one second of hesitance when Bucky pressed his lips onto yours. His hands cupped your face, and the delicious smell of his woodsy cologne filled your nostrils. You could taste the faint aroma of pizza and beer on his tongue, as he slipped it past your lips. Groaning, you buried your hands in the locks of his hair, raking your nails over his scalp teasingly, and earning an appreciative moan in response. "Fuck," he mumbled against your lips, hands wandering down to wrap around your back, and pressing your body into his. You actually felt like you were on fire. "Bucky," you moaned and tugged on his bottom lip with your teeth when you felt his pelvis against yours. "Couch," you groaned out. Immediately, Bucky obeyed and tugged you backwards with him towards the couch. His tongue was still entangled with yours, when he let himself fall back into the cushions, pulling you down with him so that you ended up straddling his lap. "Always knew you had a crush on me," he mumbled, as he abandoned your lips and started sucking on your neck. Throwing your head back, you let out a little chuckle. "Then why didn’t you do this earlier?" Bucky’s hands wandered down to your ass, cupping it through your shorts, and helping you grind down against him, a weak breath coming over your lips at the sensation. "Was scared I was just imagining it. Kept dreaming about it so much though," he admitted, lips connecting from your skin with a wet pop. His eyes found yours in the dim light still coming from the TV, and you could still see the uncertainty in there. Even though you were literally making out like horny teenagers. Gently, you cupped his face. "You didn’t imagine it," you assured him, softly pecking his lips, a stark contrast to the way your whole body was throbbing at the moment. A happy smile tugged the corners of his mouth upwards. "God, I wanted to make you mine the second you stumbled into the building, carrying all those boxes like you were fucking Wonder Woman." A grin spread on your lips, and rocking your hips against his again, you whispered into his ear huskily. "Then make me yours, Barnes."
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ghost-of-winters-past · 12 days ago
Hi! I would be glad to help you get back into writing! I understand what you feel like.
I was wondering if I could request for Bucky where the reader is really shy and into music. Especially Taylor Swift if that's ok. Bucky hears music playing from her room which is normal but when he gets closer he hears her crying. He comforts her and they confess their feelings. Only if that's ok, no trouble if it's not! Thank you for seeing this! All my love and support for your journey to writing more💛
Hi lovely anon! Thank you so much for requesting, I really enjoyed writing this so much! I hope it‘s anything close to what you had in mind and that you like it. If you ever wanna request again, please feel free to do so any time! Would make me really happy. :)
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ghost-of-winters-past · 12 days ago
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don’t have a thing to prove
summary: Sometimes you just needed a good cry to deal with a bad day. But when Bucky noticed your despair, he decided to offer you a different way to deal with the pain. Maybe in the end all you really needed was him.
pairing: bucky x fem!reader
warnings/synopsis: socially anxious reader, mentions of social anxiety, crying, fluffy ending. Don’t think this counts as angst. Just a little heart to heart conversation and a confession. Based on the anonymous request in my ask box. Had a lot of fun writing this one! I don’t know if the reader really is that shy, but I found I can identify with the social anxiety aspect of it, so I wanted to concentrate on that. (3k words)
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Taylor Swift was right when she said that it was never simple, never easy. For you, things were always just a little too tough to not get caught up in your head. It had always been like that. You had been a quiet child and a quiet teen. Now, as an adult, not much had changed. Social interactions always had been a little too draining, smiles always a little too forced, and voice always a little too quiet. It wasn’t that you didn’t have anything to say. People mostly just couldn’t understand what it was like, screaming on the inside while not a word left your lips. Maybe it was the fear of people abandoning you, finding you annoying or not agreeing with your opinions. And most people had trouble understanding that it wasn’t something you actively chose. You wanted to speak up, tell people when they said or did things you weren’t okay with, but your body just didn’t comply. You just didn’t want to stir up any trouble, didn’t want to make anyone uncomfortable. Most of the time, it was easier that way.
Some days were better than others. And then some weren’t. Days where you felt like curling up whenever somebody looked at you. Days where not a single word left your lips. And on those days, you turned to music to let it speak for you. To let it say the words you were too afraid to say. 
Growing up with Taylor Swift’s music, it was no wonder you still turned to it on those kinds of days. She undoubtedly was the queen of heartache. In the beginning, you would listen to some of your favourite sad songs on the lowest volume because you didn't want to bother or annoy anyone. Until one day, when Natasha had passed your room and heard your quiet sobs. She had gently knocked on your door, only came in when you had asked her to do so and then she had increased the volume of your radio until Taylor Swift blasted through the whole hallway. Natasha had just lain down next to you for hours, waiting until your sobs ebbed down and your tears stopped. She did not pester you with questions, did not tell you it would be okay eventually, did not say that time healed all wounds. She had just been there for you the way you had needed it, and since then, you were not afraid of playing your music in your own room anymore. Some days you had it on quietly in the background, just as a kind of reassurance. And then there were those days when your thoughts tried to overwhelm you, and you had to bury your face into the pillows and turn it up until you couldn’t hear your own sobs anymore.
Today was one of those days. You had an exhausting afternoon, one meeting with strangers had chased the other and even though your friends had been with you the entire time, you had felt incredibly alone. This is why you had been reluctant to join the Avengers Initiative in the first place. But eventually, the opportunity to right some of your past wrongs while working for the wrong people outweighed the fear of trying something new. That didn’t mean it still couldn’t be too much sometimes. On those days, when you felt like everything you did was still not enough, you buried yourself under your comfiest blanket, and turned up Taylor’s “This is me trying” until you were sure no one could hear you crying. What you had not considered was your closest friend, the super soldier living just two doors down from you.
Bucky had a tough day. His nightmares seemed to only get stronger the longer he had been free. And after barely two hours of sleep last night, he couldn’t even remember what his mind had stirred up. But as usual, it resonated with him the entire day, settling deep in his stomach until he felt nauseous and on edge. He had tried everything. Working out for hours just to tire himself out, then trying to take an afternoon nap. He even agreed to play Jenga with Sam all evening, just because he hoped it would be boring enough to lull him to sleep. He couldn’t have known how competitive and tense a Jenga game actually could get. Needless to say, it was getting close to ten pm, and he was still wandering around the living quarters of the compound. Careful - to not stumble over the rug Wanda had put in the hallway to make the space feel homier - he balanced a mug of his favourite chamomile tea and a stack of shortbread down the hall when he passed your room. He could not help the small smile that tugged on his lips when he heard the familiar soft music. Standing outside of your door, he tried to remember the name of the woman singing. He had asked you once because he liked her calming voice, but right now he just couldn’t put his finger on it. He had to ask you again tomorrow. Just when Bucky started to continue on his way, he heard something else coming from your room. Furrowing his brows, he leaned closer to the painted white wood. He almost dropped his mug when he noticed the soft cries coming from behind your door. Immediately his smile fell. Lowering the hand that was gripping tightly onto his mug a little too forcefully, some of the hot tea splashed onto his vibranium hand. He couldn’t care less.
Should he go inside? No, he should at least knock first. Not just because it’s polite, but he also didn’t want to startle you. But what if you wanted to be left alone? Or maybe the song just made you emotional. Bucky shook his head and turned away from your room. But then a heart-wrenching sob reached his ears, a cold hand wrapping itself around his heart at the sound. It was almost as if it physically hurt him to hear you crying. Bucky cared way too much about you and your wellbeing to just turn around now, and so he gently knocked on your door. Nothing. He called out your name softly. Still nothing. He tried again, his knuckles colliding with the wood a little more forcefully this time. “It’s me,” he called out. No reaction. “Can I come in, please?” Your sobs stilled. “Bucky?” he then heard you respond, and he could hear how you tried to mask the shakiness of your voice. “Yeah, it’s me, doll.” Silence again for a few seconds. “Come in,” he then heard you say, and he let out a relieved sigh. He wouldn’t have known what to do had you just sent him away. He was sure he would never be able to go to sleep, knowing you were just a few rooms away, hurting like this.
When Bucky opened the door, his heart broke. You were laying on your bed, buried under a mountain of blankets and pillows, your pretty face stained with tears, nose and eyes red and hair a tangled nest. Immediately, he felt like crying too. “Can I?” he asked, standing before your radio with an outstretched hand, waiting for your approval. You hesitantly nodded, and Bucky turned down the music until it was just gentle background noise. “Here.” Careful not to spill any tea, he placed the mug on your bedside stand, putting the cookies next to it. You needed it more as he did now, and when it came to you, he would gladly put aside his own needs. You eyed the items with wide eyes, a cute red hue coming over your cheeks and Bucky had to hold himself back from caressing your warm cheeks with his hand. His stomach did that weird jumpy thing when he saw how flustered you were. “You didn’t have to,” you sniffled. Oh yes, he did have to. Slowly you peeled yourself out of your cocoon, resting back against the headboard and reaching for the mug. Your eyes closing contently as the mild aroma filled your nose, you let out a little sigh.
“You can sit down if you’d like,” you mumbled into the mug and motioned to the spot on the edge of your bed. “Thank you,” Bucky said with a gentle smile, moving a pillow aside. The mattress dipped a little under his weight. When you saw him sitting there, carefully studying you, you suddenly felt extremely self-conscious. You were sure you looked like a snotty mess. “I’m sorry.” It had left your lips before you could stop yourself, shrinking in yourself a little when you saw the confused look on Bucky’s face. “For what?” You shrugged. “For being loud. I’m sorry.” Bucky looked almost offended, and you immediately wanted to take it back. “You were not being loud.” Not being able to believe him, you slightly furrowed your brows but decided to not say any more about it. Your eye stung a little as you wiped at it with your finger, trying to get rid of the wet tear stains. “That’s not why I came in anyway,” Bucky said. “Heard you crying,” he added, voice soft but laced with concern. “I’m sorry,” you said again, wincing when the look on his face came back. “You got nothing to be sorry for. Really, doll. I mean it,” he tried to assure you, noticing how you were mentally fighting with yourself. He had known you long enough to notice when you started to get lost in your own pretty head. “Was just wondering if there’s anything I can do for you,” he said gently and watched you place the mug back on the bedside table before starting to play with your fingers. You were retracting yourself, eyes glued to your nervous fingers and teeth absently tugging on your lower lip. You sniffled, nose stuffy from all of the crying. Tears began to sting your eyes again, and embarrassed to be crying in front of him, you hid your face in your shaking palms. “Hey, it’s okay,” he whispered and tried to reach out for you. You didn’t flinch when his fingers skimmed your upper arm, a warm tingly feeling spreading from where he had touched you. Bucky took you not shying away as it being okay for you to let him pull you into his arms. Your hands fell from your hot face when you felt his arms snaking around your back, pulling you away from the headboard and into his body.
“This okay?” he asked quietly. Just to make sure. When you nodded, Bucky’s palm tenderly cupped the back of your head, guiding you to bury your face in the crook of his neck. Your arms were awkwardly squished between your bodies, and you didn’t really know what to do with them but then you hesitantly raised them to his chest, palms and fingers splaying out over the soft fabric of his sweater. You could feel the relaxed warm muscle even through the thick material. A small sigh escaped your lips when you caught yourself burying your nose into the stubbly skin under his jaw. You had never felt this warm and protected before, and your heart stopped for a second when you realized just how good it felt when he hold you like this. Even though you had known for a while now, you hadn’t been this close to Bucky ever since you had realized what was happening. How your cheeks would immediately heat up whenever he entered the room and gave you that hesitant smile before whispering a husky “Good morning.”. How your heart would beat a thousand times faster whenever he would be standing so close to you that occasionally his arm would graze yours. And how you had discovered the desperate wish for him to love you the same way you loved him. Out of all the amazing people on your team, you had always felt closest to Bucky. From reserving seats next to each other at the dining table to silently watching Disney movies together, you and Bucky just seemed to function together. You didn’t need words to enjoy each other’s company. It was a very rare and special friendship. And that’s exactly why you had been afraid to try to get closer to him. The last thing you wanted to do was ruin what you had. But right now, with Bucky's hands drawing calming shapes into your back, your face comfortable tucked into his shoulder, your body slowly melting into his and him gently rocking the both of you from side to side, you felt like crying for a whole other reason. Not because you had a stressful and mentally exhausting day, but because at this moment the yearning for him became too much to bear.
“You wanna talk about it?” His voice was mumbled because you were pressing yourself so hard into his body. You shrugged as best as you could in your embrace. “Just a bad day. Don’t know why I’m reacting like this, to be honest.” You could hear Bucky clicking with his tongue. He shook his head. “You’re reacting completely appropriate.” You were glad he couldn’t see the insecure look on your face. “I’m sorry you had a bad day. What happened?” “Embarrassed myself in the meeting today. Was kinda distracted. They asked me a question and I had no idea what they were even talking about,” you explained quietly after a while, noticing how in the background the music had changed to another one of your favourite Taylor songs. You took a deep breath, and not just to take in more of Bucky’s scent but to try to get your voice as steady as possible before continuing. “Now they think I’m stupid, and I hate that. Hate always being like this,” you admit and can’t help the way your voice thickens due to the fresh tears filling your eyes. “Nobody thinks you’re stupid, doll. I think you’re incredibly smart.” The sincere tone of his compliment heated your cheeks until they felt like they were on fire. Oh, the effect just his voice had on you. You really were in deep. “You’re just saying this to cheer me up.” Afraid of having done something wrong with twisting your hands in the material of his shirt, you gasped as Bucky suddenly pulled back. An indignant look on his face, he could not believe you would accuse him of ever lying to you. You let your hands fall loosely to your sides again, gaze settling on your lap. Now you were completely sure you had made him uncomfortable. He even pulled back his arms, and you were about to throw yourself back into the blanket mountain behind you when his hands suddenly came to rest on your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. The way his calloused fingertips made the hot and wet skin over your cheekbones tingle sent an electrifying shiver down your spine.
“Please listen carefully to me now,” he said, and at this point, you didn’t care about how ridiculous you must look with the fat tears still rolling down your face anymore. Even though the tears clouded your sight, Bucky still managed to hypnotize you with his soft blue eyes. “Yes, it’s my intention to cheer you up, but I would never ever even think of lying to you to do so. You have no idea how bad it hurts to see you like this, baby. Feels like my heart is ripping apart.” And it seemed like he surprised himself with his own words, but then the look on his face got serious. “Can’t bear to see you like this. Please, please believe me when I say that, if you allow me, I promise to do everything I can to make it stop hurting. Cause it hurts me too. So much.” He whispered the last part, eyes barely flickering down to your lips for just the fraction of a second, but you still saw it. “Bucky,” you choked out, still crying and completely overwhelmed with what he was trying to tell you. Your eyes widened in shock when he lowered his forehead onto yours. Every time he blinked, his eyelashes fluttered over your skin. “Care about you,” he confessed as he ran the tip of his nose over your cheek. “Want you to never be sad again.” You felt like sobbing when his lips grazed the edge of your mouth. “Please,” he almost begged. “Please lemme do that for you.” Your hands gripped onto his upper arms, fingers and nails digging into the thick muscle, trying to hold on for dear life. “You don’t have a thing to prove, baby. Not to those people from work, not to me, not to anybody. Already know you are the most amazing woman on earth.” You pressed yourself into him, your body moulding into his. Never close enough. “Already know I love you.” You let out a shocked sob, torn between crying about hearing those words tumbling from his lips and wanting to beg him to say it again, and again, and again. His eyes were boring into yours, trying to decipher an answer. “Love you too, Buck,” you finally choked out. A glimmer spread from his eyes, tugging the corners of his lips upwards. “Loved you for so long,” you cried and not being able to wait any longer, you pressed your lips onto his. Your hands wandered to his shoulders, pulling him as close to you as your kneeling position on the bed allowed. Bucky sighed against your lips, the taste of chamomile and salt flooding his mouth as he deepened the kiss, his hands holding your face incredibly gently as if he was scared you would change your mind. But you wouldn’t.
In the end, Taylor had been wrong with one thing. There was someone here to save you. And from now on, whenever you didn’t know how to deal with your emotions, you turned to Bucky to comfort you only the way he could. And with you next to him, Bucky never had trouble falling asleep again.
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ghost-of-winters-past · 13 days ago
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Until my new Bucky one shot comes out tomorrow night you can all check out this one I uploaded a few days ago if you haven’t yet. Got a lot of amazing feedback on this one! Thanks to every single one of you showing some love!
can’t blame me for falling (when you look at me like that)
summary: On the road to see your old childhood friends with Bucky, you found yourself wishing you’d never reach your destination. Oh, the line between friendship and love could be so thin, especially when Bucky kept looking at you like that.
pairing: bucky x reader
warnings/synopsis: AU, mutual pining, swear words, another friends to lovers because honestly we love to see it. Requested by the wonderful @barnesbabyy​ You have no idea how much fun I had writing this! Feel free to request again whenever! (4.3k words) Also, I have a smutty part 2. Raise your hands if you want it.
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ghost-of-winters-past · 14 days ago
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gimme some questions pls, I need some social interaction.
Reblog if you want your followers to ask you anything they're curious about.
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ghost-of-winters-past · 16 days ago
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Bucky Barnes Multi-Chaptered Masterlist
welcome! most of my stories are 18+, please check the tags and warnings before reading! posts with (*) indicate that the chapter contains smut.
girls that glitter love the dark (currently just teaser) fic summary: All they had was whispered secrets between dusk and dawn. Bucky tried so hard to re-write their story but whenever morning came all that was left of her was the smell of her perfume on his sheets and so deep down he knew the ending would always be the same.
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ghost-of-winters-past · 16 days ago
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Loki Laufeyson One Shot Masterlist
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lost in outer space summary: When Odins‘ death opened up the gates to hell, Thor, Loki and you ended up stranded on a strange planet with no way home. With Hela claiming the throne of Asgard and the prophesied Ragnarok, you and your brothers were left to fight for your survival on Sakaar while trying to come up with a plan to save everything you’ve ever known. But when Thor suddenly went missing, you couldn’t take the impending doom anymore and turn to Loki for comfort.
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ghost-of-winters-past · 16 days ago
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Bucky Barnes One Shot Masterlist
welcome! most of my stories are 18+, please check the tags and warnings before reading! posts with (*) indicate that the one shot contains smut.
white silence and the fragile reality summary: The world had been destroyed and put back together again, but not without sacrifice and while Sam and Bucky were ready to move on you were afraid of never being able to fill out the footsteps you were trying to follow.
can’t blame me for falling summary: On the road to see your old childhood friends with Bucky, you found yourself wishing you’d never reach your destination. Oh, the line between friendship and love could be so thin, especially when Bucky kept looking at you like that.
don’t have a thing to prove summary: Sometimes you just needed a good cry to deal with a bad day. But when Bucky noticed your despair, he decided to offer you a different way to deal with the pain. Maybe in the end all you really needed was him.
another new york summer night summary: Bucky was your neighbour and friend. Nothing more and nothing less. But when your beautiful long-time friend Wanda found the courage to do what you had been too afraid of, you had to decide between trying to be more to Bucky or nothing at all.
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ghost-of-winters-past · 16 days ago
hello there!
i know how hard it can be to get back to writing so i hope my request isnt too much complicated, and i hope everything gets better for you!
i would love a bucky barnes fic where they're friends and they go on a roadtrip, and they just kind of fall for each other.
it can be an AU, they're going to meet up with Sam and Steve in another town far from theirs to attend their, idk, football game for example.
hope it isn't too boring and could you please tag me if you do write it?
thank you a lot 💚
Hi! Thanks so much for requesting this one, I loved writing it so much! I really hope you're gonna love it! Feel free to request again whenever you feel like it. I'd be really happy to write something for you again! <3
Also, if you'd be in for a smutty second part, I'd be so down!
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ghost-of-winters-past · 16 days ago
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can’t blame me for falling (when you look at me like that)
summary: On the road to see your old childhood friends with Bucky, you found yourself wishing you’d never reach your destination. Oh, the line between friendship and love could be so thin, especially when Bucky kept looking at you like that.
pairing: bucky x fem!reader
warnings/synopsis: AU, mutual pining, swear words, another friends to lovers because honestly we love to see it. Requested by the wonderful @barnesbabyy​ You have no idea how much fun I had writing this! Feel free to request again whenever! (4.3k words) Also, I have a smutty part 2. Raise your hands if you want it.
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"Fucking hell." The black duffel bag stuffed to the brim with clothes, toiletries and a few bags of chips hit the ground with a heavy thud. The zipper had only closed halfway so that the football tricot you had thrown in last was still sticking out of it. Waving your arms in the air like some kind of flightless bird, you tried to get back control of your body while your feet were busy sliding over the iced patch on the New York sidewalk. "You okay over there?" Bucky sent you a bemused look, his tousled, brown hair sticking into every direction due to just waking up. "No. I almost just died!" you shot back with a dark look after finally managing to not smack face-first onto the street. Muttering a few obscene swear words, you took Bucky’s offered hand and let him help you off the slippery ice. "Yeah, looked pretty bad. Was already planning which headstone I was gonna buy you." "Haha, really funny." "Admit it, you would miss me," you then added and watched Bucky picking up your bag from the pavement. "Jesus Christ, woman. What’s in this thing?" he groaned and still hauled it into the car trunk as if it weighed absolutely nothing. Show-off. "Just some essentials," you shrugged and went to round the car so you could finally get on the road when Bucky suddenly opened the bag and started to dig through its contents. "Hey! Get your filthy paws out of my stuff!" "What the hell do you need five king-sized packs of Reese’s Cups for?" he asked with a raised brow and an amused smirk tugging on his pink lips. "You know we’re only gone for like five days, right?" With flaring nostrils, you ripped the sweets from his grasp. "One for every day! And now you’re not gonna get any of these, congratulations!" you huffed, pushed him to the side with your elbow and stuffed the candy back into your bag. Beside you, you could hear Bucky laughing, a deep rumbling belly laugh that made something flutter in your stomach. Maybe you had caught his flu after he kept annoying you to take care of him last week, insisting he couldn’t leave the bed and needed someone to make him soup and bring him lemon tee every two hours. Normally you would have just told him to suck it up and quit being a baby like he always did when you were sick, but when he had looked at you like that with his stupid big blue ocean eyes you just couldn’t say no.
"Can we leave now? There’s supposed to be a lot of traffic and I wanna at least get to North Carolina before sundown." You didn’t even wait for his answer and just slid into the passenger seat where you had already bunkered some water bottles and salty pretzels. Just in case you or Bucky would get car sick. You were already buckling up and hoisting your socked feet up onto the dashboard after kicking off your boots. With a little sigh, Bucky got into the driver's seat. A groan rolled over his lips when he saw your propped-up feet. "Get your smelly feet off my dashboard." "My feet don’t smell, asshat," you said, stretching to reach the radio to try to connect your phone cable. From the corner of your eye, you could see Bucky shaking his head before starting the engine and mumbling something along the lines of being rude to the person chauffeuring you along half of the American east coast under his breath. Miley Cyrus' deep voice started to blare through the speakers and you could hear Bucky’s annoyed sigh, but chose to ignore it. Everybody knew the person in the passenger seat had the power over the music. "Let’s go!" you yelled and put on your sunglasses as Bucky expertly wove into traffic. There were at least nine hours of road ahead of you for today and you couldn’t wait to get going. The sooner you left, the sooner you could finally see Sam and Steve again.
"Hey, let’s play a game!" you excitedly suggested after about thirty minutes of driving. Bucky chuckled. "If that means you turn off the music, I’m in." You turned the music down. "Okay. Fuck, marry, kill." Bucky threw his head back, groaning annoyed. "That’s not the driving game I was thinking of," he said. You shrugged. "Don’t care. You start. Sam, Steve and me. Go." Giggling when he threw his head back again and let out an even louder groan, you turned around to face him and crossed your legs on the seat. "First of all: Kill Sam. That’s not even a question." Agreeing, you nodded your head. "I really don’t wanna answer the rest." "Oh come on!" you yelled and playfully shook his shoulder. "No!" he yelled back, a laugh rolling over his lips right after. "Bucky!" "Okay, okay!" Grinning, you watched him think about his answer for a while. His eyes wandered over to you for a few seconds, his cheeks reddening a little. "Say it!" "I refuse!" "Bucky, say it!" "Don’t force me to do this!" "Say it!" "Fuck and marry you, dammit!" It was dead silent. You were confused. "That’s not-" "I’m not gonna do shit with Steve! I’m either gonna fuck and marry you or nobody at all!" Slapping your hand over your mouth, you tried to hold in your laugh. "That’s not what I meant," he mumbled, embarrassed. "You love me," you started to tease him, dragging out the love in a high voice. "No. In fact, I’m gonna throw you outta the car right now." Bucky started violently pushing at your upper arm. "Get your fucking eyes back on the road!" you yelled and slapped his hands away, trying to catch your breath from laughing so hard that your eyes had teared up.
You had been sitting in the car for just over three hours when you had to make your first pit stop to get gas. Passing through most of Pennsylvania with just a few complications due to traffic, you were now just about half an hour away from crossing the border to Maryland. You were currently filling up the tank while Bucky escaped to the toilet. He had complained about needing to pee for at least 45 minutes, and you had just blown him off by reminding him that he should have gone before you left New York this morning. He was like a little child, telling you that he didn’t need to pee this morning so he didn’t go and when you had noticed the almost empty tank, you had let him wobble off while taking care of getting gas. "You want me to drive for a while?" you asked as you saw him coming back towards the car, a content look on his face. "Nah, I’m still good. You can drive tomorrow." "Okay, I’m just gonna pay real quick and then we can hit the road again," you said, putting the tank cap back into place and grabbing your wallet from the passenger seat.
Waiting in line to pay, your gaze wandered out of the big shop windows onto Bucky. He was standing in front of the open car door, languidly stretching his arms above his head so that the hem of his blue shirt kept riding up. Even from the distance, your breath hitched a little as you saw the toned sliver of skin that was now exposed to the cold February air. You had seen him without a shirt many times, and every time you had to suppress the need to run your hands over his defined muscles. Constantly you had to remind yourself that friends usually didn’t do that. The veins in his arms were almost bulging out, and you could have kept watching him for ages if the cashier wouldn’t have cleared his throat at that moment and ripped you from your observations. You put a bar of chocolate and a bottle of coke on the counter and proceeded to pay before heading back to Bucky. He was now sitting in the car again, his feet dangling out the open door and typing away on his phone. He quickly put it away when he saw you approaching.
"Can you gimme the chocolate?" he asked after getting back on the highway. "Not when you’re driving, you’re gonna kill us!" He sighed exasperated, knowing you were referring to the one time the two of you were driving upstate and he almost swerved off the street trying to open a bag of skittles. "It was one time, get over it!" You let out a little scream as he tried to reach for the chocolate in your hands, the car immediately swaying a little to the right. "Okay! I’m gonna give you a piece when you put both hands back on the wheel. Ten and two o’clock, mister!" Bucky let out a little huff, opening his mouth to complain when you held a piece of chocolate in front of his mouth. Not taking his eyes off the road, he gently closed his lips around it. The pillowy skin grazed your fingertips, sending an electrocuting tingle up your arm and then down your spine. You could feel your heart thrumming in your chest as you slowly lowered your arm. Clearing your throat, you got back to stuffing your own and suddenly very hot feeling face with chocolate.
You had been watching fields and trees passing you by with your arm propped up on the car window. After your little gas stop, it had been silent between you two. When Bucky had looked over to you after another hour of driving, he found you sound asleep with your head resting on the cold window. A small smile spread on his lips when he heard your quiet snoring. Careful, he first slipped one arm out of the sleeve of his brown jacket, then the other one before placing it over you as a makeshift blanket, not even taking his gaze off the road once. From the corner of his eye, he could see you pulling the jacket up to your chin in your sleep, a content sigh escaping your pretty lips. His eyes flickered over to your thigh, fingers itching to reach out and place his hand on the soft fabric of your sweat pants. But he didn’t know if you would be okay with it, even though you’d probably not notice. So he restrained himself and gripped onto the steering wheel tighter, focusing on the road again.
You didn’t know how much time exactly had passed, but when you woke up, it was already getting dark outside. Yawning, you stretched your arms above your head, promptly bumping into the car ceiling. In the process, the jacket slipped down your torso. Confused, you looked over to Bucky. "Hey, sleepyhead," he said and sent a warm smile in your direction. "Hey," you grumbled back, your voice still thick with sleep and yawned again. You could feel the cold seeping through to you, so you decided to slip into Bucky’s jacket. The smell of mint and his aftershave, something woodsy and warm, surrounded you, and you couldn’t help but take a deep breath. How did he always smell so good? "Where are we?" "Just a few miles outside of North Carolina," he said. "You hungry? I saw a sign for a 24-hour diner a few minutes ago," he then added. "I could go for a burger." "You got it, doll." Warmth spread through your chest when you heard the nickname he usually just reserved for women he tried to pick up at your local bar. You just hoped he didn't hear your heart beating in your chest. Clearing your throat, you let your gaze wander out of the window again, letting Bucky's delicious smell fill your nose, almost lulling you back to sleep.
There were just two other cars parked in front of the retro diner when Bucky killed the engine. It was dark now, the cold air filling the car as soon as you opened the door. Burying your hands deep into the pockets of his jacket, you followed him to the entrance. "Thanks." Bucky noticed the red hue that was spreading on your cheeks when he held the door open for you, his heart doing a little jump when he saw how cute you looked in his jacket. It was a good few numbers too big on you, the sleeves bunching up around your wrists and its length covering up your butt. His head shot back up immediately when he realized he was checking out your ass, something he usually didn’t do. I mean, he had noticed you had a nice ass. Many times. And yes, admittedly, he had caught his hand reaching out to give it a good hard slap every now and then, but that’s just what best friends did, right? Right? That didn’t mean he was actually checking you out. He was just…observing.
A waitress motioned you over to a free booth at a window. She handed you two menus as you sat down and quickly took your drink order before leaving you to decide on food. "I need something greasy," you stated with a longing look at the cheese fries that were displayed on the plastic-wrapped cards. When Bucky didn’t say anything, you lifted your eyes from the menu and found him staring at you with a thoughtful look, his tongue running over his plump lips. "What?" "You just look so damn good in my clothes," he said, his voice a few octaves deeper than usual. Goosebumps spread over your arms when you watched him biting his bottom lip. Then he suddenly seemed to snap out of it, eyes widening a little before clearing his throat and hiding his face behind the menu. Even if you had known what to say, you physically couldn't bring yourself to even utter a word. Your throat was suddenly so dry that you greedily took a big gulp of the water the waitress had just placed in front of you. Awkward silence took over after ordering your food. "So, are we gonna stop for a motel soon?" "Let’s just take the first one we see, yeah?" Nodding your agreement, you started to play with the sleeve of his jacket. Then it was silent once again. Thankfully it didn’t take too long for your food to arrive, and once you started to dig in, Bucky’s comment from earlier was long forgotten.
"Shit, this is amazing," you said in between bites, an appreciative moan leaving your lips when you bit into the juicy burger. "You have a little something. Right there." Bucky motioned to your mouth, a little laugh tumbling from his lips when you tried to reach the cheesy spot with the tip of your tongue. "Wait. Let me." Reaching out over the table, his thumb moved to the corner of your lips. You could feel your heart stop for a second as you looked up into his wide blown eyes. Something was different. You didn’t just see it in the blue of his eyes, you could feel it in the air. Bucky’s thumb stilled, pulling down your bottom lip as his eyes settled on the sight of his thumb resting on the delicate skin of your lips. Without even a second thought, your tongue shot out, licking the cheese from his fingertip. "Fuck," you heard him curse quietly, a shaky breath escaping his mouth. Your eyes widened in shock and a weird feeling settled deep in your stomach. "I need to pee."
Jumping from your seat, his hand fell from your face. You could feel his stare on you as you ran off to the restroom, inwardly cringing at your own words. A hand came to rest on the spot he had touched after you had locked yourself in one of the stalls. Staring at the beige tile, you could not believe what had just happened. It was almost as if your brain had short-circuited. You didn’t even realize what you were doing until you had already tasted the salt of his fries on his fingertip. Convinced that you had just ruined your friendship, you sat down on the closed toilet seat, burying your head in your hands. You still had to spend at least ten more hours crammed in the car with him, and you could already imagine the awkwardness. Why? Why did you have to act this weird? It’s not like you had confidently decided to suck his finger into your mouth, your body had just acted on its own. He must have been thinking you’re a freak now. I mean, who did this kind of thing?Realizing that things would only get weirder the longer you hid from him, you tried to calm your nerves and slow down your breath. You were almost sure you were close to the brink of a panic attack, but maybe you were just overreacting.
Bucky was staring out of the big window next to the table, absently playing with his fingers. He could still feel your tongue running over his fingertip. Groaning, he shifted in his seat and pressed his eyes together. But all that came to his mind was the way you had looked up to him through your lashes while your tongue had been wrapped around his thumb. "Fuck," he muttered again, knowing he couldn’t just forget what it had felt like. Where did this suddenly come from? Initially, all he wanted to do was wipe the melted cheese from the corner of your mouth, but it was as if his own body had betrayed him. He hadn’t even realized what he had done until he could feel the warmth of your mouth. His eyes shot open again and he found your approaching reflection in the mirror. He could already see the uncomfortable look on your face. Immediately he felt guilty. You didn’t say anything when you sat down, just reaching for your burger and calmly starting to eat again. So he did the same, his eyes glued to the silver table and an awkward silence between you two.
Bucky wordlessly paid for dinner and silently followed you back to the car. You didn’t even dare to argue with him about paying for you. Hell, you didn’t even look at him anymore. He was almost 100% sure he had ruined your friendship. You drove about another twenty minutes before finding a decent motel and booking two rooms for the night. "Well, night then," you said with a timid smile, not really meeting his eyes, once you were stood outside of your room. "Good night," he responded and let out a sigh when you shut the door. It was not even nine o’clock, usually the two of you would hang out a little longer, but he could understand that you didn’t want to see him. He felt horrible for backing you into the corner like that. He had been laying on the bed for what felt like an eternity, his thoughts jumping between the fact that you were childhood friends and literally had seen each other in diapers, and the feeling you had evoked when you had looked at him like that. He could not deny the tingle in his bones when he had felt the warmth of your tongue. And it really shouldn’t affect him like this. After all, he had done way more intimate things with women, but when he now thought about it, he realized that he hadn’t brought one home in a long while. In fact, he couldn’t even remember the last time he picked up a pretty girl from the club or the bar. He would rather leave with you, getting a coffee at midnight or playing video games at your apartment until the sun would rise. You just gave him this feeling he couldn’t even put into words. But he had never felt like this with anybody else. Even now, when there was a thin motel wall separating you two, he could feel your presence. It was as if his mind was desperately trying to reach out to yours, craving to intertwine itself with you. Bucky shot up when he realized it. Fuck it, he decided. He was out the door in seconds.
You were sitting on the bed absently playing with your phone, your chin propped up on the palm of your hand. The beige wallpaper suddenly seemed extremely interesting. You groaned as you tossed your phone aside and let yourself fall back into the mattress. The hungry look in Bucky’s eyes had imprinted itself on the back of your mind, making itself comfortable there. You didn’t think you could ever forget the way he had looked at you, the way he had tasted. Letting out a quiet scream into your hands you threw your head from left to right. No, this was a bad idea, you decided. But what if- You didn’t even allow yourself to complete that thought. There’s just no way he had felt the air change around you back in that diner too. There’s just no way his heart had been beating like crazy too ever since. But what if it had? You didn’t know what to think, you just knew one thing. If you didn’t get off your ass and ask him, you would never know. And probably go crazy. You clumsily stumbled over your bag that was lying in front of the bed on your way to the door. You were almost completely sure of what you were about to do, but you didn’t have any more time to think about it, because when you pulled the door open, Bucky was already standing there.
It was as if you both finally stopped thinking altogether. Your bodies were gravitating towards each other as if you had never done anything else in your life. You could feel his warm lips pressing onto yours with the same desperation you felt. Eyes closed, your hands buried in his short locks, you pulled him as close to you as possible, and shamelessly pushed your body into his, the two of you moulding together perfectly. A shiver ran up your spine when you felt his tongue slipping into your mouth, a little sigh escaping your lips. It was as if all the tension left your limbs as soon as you tasted him on your tongue. Hurriedly you led him back into your room, not daring to let off his lips for even a second. The door slammed shut behind you before Bucky’s hands gripped onto your waist. You could feel his lips spelling out your name against yours, his beard pleasantly scratching at your skin, a quiet moan following when you tugged at his hair. His hands wandered down to your hips, pulling your lower half into his, and you obediently melted into him. "Should we talk about-" he mumbled against your lips. "Stop. Just-just stop talking," you groaned out, the kiss too amazing to ruin it with a serious conversation. He happily obliged, pushing you deeper into the room until the backs of your knees hit the edge of the bed, and you tumbled onto the sheets in a giggly mess of tangled limbs. For tonight you agreed to stop thinking about what could possibly happen after this and gave into what your bodies and minds so desperately craved for.
"There you are! Oh man, I’ve missed you guys! Come, give me a hug!" Sam had a huge smile plastered on his face as he pulled Bucky and you into a greeting hug. "It’s been ages!" he exclaimed excitedly. "Looking good, Sam!" you complimented him smiling and giving his arm a gentle squeeze. "Guys! Look at you!" A grin tugged at Buckys lips as he pulled Steve into a brotherly hug, slapping his back lightly. "You ready to watch the big game?" you asked the tall blonde and found him showing you his blinding teeth. "Hell yeah. It’s not every day that the Giants play in the Super Bowl!" "Do you need help with your stuff?" Sam asked, but before you could say anything, Bucky shook his head. "We’re good. You wouldn’t be able to lift her bag anyway," he teased him and just earned himself a light smack on the back of his head from you. Even in the setting sunlight, his eyes twinkled a little as he fondly looked down at you. Sam and Steve were already making their way back inside the house while the two of you started to unload the trunk.
"Here, let me." Bucky gently took the bag from you and shouldered it. "What a gentleman," you grinned up at him, almost getting lost in the sweet look in his baby blue eyes. "For you, always." He slowly leaned down to you, as you gently placed your palm over his chest, right where his heart was beating in an elevated, steady rhythm. "Now I just need to kill Sam and marry you to complete my list," he joked, referencing your driving game from yesterday. Immediately your face felt like it was on fire. "And there we go, back to being a pig." "Come on, you love it." Yeah, you did. You had never seen the type of smile now displayed on his face before. His eyes roamed over your entire face as if he tried to commit it all to memory, right hand resting low on your back, just over the swell of your ass. "Say it again," you then whispered, your face only inches away from his. "Don’t know what you mean, doll." Clicking your tongue on the roof of your mouth, you smacked his chest. "Say it. Need to hear it again." A lazy grin took over his handsome features. Bucky lowered his lips onto yours, but before you could kiss him properly, he moved them over your cheek, down to your neck and then back up again, where he found that place right under your ear. He placed a quick, loving kiss onto the spot he had already marked repeatedly last night, your trembling legs almost giving out under you. His lips grazed the shell of your ear, making you shiver excitedly as he whispered the words he had traced and mumbled into your skin at least a million times the night before. "I love you."
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ghost-of-winters-past · 18 days ago
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hi! I just quickly wanted to let you know that I still take requests for Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers and Loki Laufeyson. I had a rough time and it‘s been hard for me to find motivation but I hope you‘ll help me get back into writing and maybe find my muse again on the way. So if you‘d like me to write a one shot for you just send me an ask or a dm and I‘ll see what I can do!
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ghost-of-winters-past · 2 months ago
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new one shot is out! i would really appreciate it if you‘d tell me what you think!
lost in outer space
summary: When Odins‘ death opened up the gates to hell, Thor, Loki and you ended up stranded on a strange planet with no way home. With Hela claiming the throne of Asgard and the prophesied Ragnarok, you and your brothers were left to fight for your survival on Sakaar while trying to come up with a plan to save everything you’ve ever known. But when Thor suddenly went missing, you couldn’t take the impending doom anymore and turn to Loki for comfort.
characters: Loki, reader (siblings)
warnings/synopsis: during Thor Ragnarok (spoilers), slight mentions of death/loss and trauma, slight angst, one or two swear words, it gets fluffy though. This is you being comforted by your favourite brother. Requested by the wonderful @superwhoflarrow123 Thank you again for being so understanding why this took a little longer! I really hope you like it! (roughly 1.7k words)
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ghost-of-winters-past · 2 months ago
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lost in outer space
summary: When Odins‘ death opened up the gates to hell, Thor, Loki and you ended up stranded on a strange planet with no way home. With Hela claiming the throne of Asgard and the prophesied Ragnarok, you and your brothers were left to fight for your survival on Sakaar while trying to come up with a plan to save everything you’ve ever known. But when Thor suddenly went missing, you couldn’t take the impending doom anymore and turn to Loki for comfort.
characters: Loki, fem!reader (siblings)
warnings/synopsis: during Thor Ragnarok (spoilers), slight mentions of death/loss and trauma, slight angst, one or two swear words, it gets fluffy though. This is you being comforted by your favourite brother. Requested by the wonderful @superwhoflarrow123 Thank you again for being so understanding why this took a little longer! I really hope you like it! (roughly 1.7k words)
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The walls of your room were an ugly bright booger green. A futuristic bed with sort of retro patterned orange sheets was placed next to a floor to ceiling window overlooking the landscape of Sakaar. In the distance, trash was stacked up high enough to touch the clouds, and to your feet container like looking buildings were littering the planets‘ surface like thrown out cardboard boxes. The sky was a hazy storm grey, only a handful of brightly coloured air crafts and weirdly shaped skyscrapers breaking up the murky and metallic smelling air. This definitely was one of the less pretty planets you had ever been on. Granted you weren’t here because Sakaar had been your dream destination – up until your stranding here you had never even heard o fit – but because your secret evil sister took over your home planet. Your father having a secret fourth child probably was the most normal thing that had happened to your family so far though, that he locked her up in hell less so. Now that both of your parents were gone, you didn’t intend to make amends and play happy little family with Hela. She did try to kill you and your brothers after all and you felt like that didn’t really qualify for a second chance.
You didn’t know how long you had been tumbling through space like a plastic bag, only that when you landed face down in a pile of space waste, you were alone. You didn’t know where your brothers were or frankly where you happened to be, but after wandering through the sea of garbage for a while, you learned fast that you weren’t as welcome as you had hoped. You were electro-shocked, thrown into a funky looking aircraft and shipped off into imprisonment. At least that was what you were expecting. Instead, you were met with a weird guy in gold sparkly tunics and piercing eyes and only because he decided to keep you around as leverage, you were given a room and the chance to wash up.
It could have been between a couple of days and a week, you really had no clue, time felt weird here when you were attending one of the Grandmasters‘ lavish parties and news arrived that someone else had arrived. You were equally relieved and frustrated as you watched Loki walking into the room, head held high and about a dozen armed guards trailing behind him. At least he didn’t end up on the other side of the galaxy or even worse, dead and even though you were relieved that you wouldn’t be alone in this freak show anymore you could see it on his face, that he didn’t exactly come to your rescue. You had quickly realized what the Grandmaster did with most prisoners and then had to watch him circle your brother like a hunter its prey, already expecting to have to either fight or plea for Lokis life. But only for him to smirk at Loki and then turn around to the woman next to him saying, “He’s pretty, let’s keep him.”
Thor arrived two weeks later but didn’t seem to have the same luck as Loki and you did. He was put into a cell under the gladiator arena while you two needed to keep up appearances. It was almost impossible to get a chance to speak with him. Not only because you were physically not allowed to even go near his cell, but also because when Loki used his magic to visit him he didn’t seem very cooperative.  And so the two of you had no choice but to leave him to fight his way out – as usual – while you started to forge a plan.
Everything seemed to go well all things considered. Loki weaselled his way into the Grandmasters‘ trusted circle, trying to find out more about how to leave the planet, while you mentally connected with Heimdall back home. Hela was wracking havoc raising an undead army and threatening to kill everyone who got in her way and you knew you were running out of time. Knowing that at least you weren’t alone, that at least for once in many years you and your brother all were in one place was your only solace.
“What do you mean with: he’s gone?” “Lost. Vanished. Vaporized into thin air. Nowhere to be seen.” Mouth slightly agape with shock you couldn’t believe what Loki had just told you. “But we had a plan!” Your brother only shrugged and you could already feel a headache forming. Cursing under your breath you massaged your temples with your pointer fingers, trying to make sense of the situation. “So our dear brother got lost on a planet where all the lost things end up?” you had your eyes closed, fingers still rubbing circles into your skin and trying not to freak out. “It seems as if someone would be able to do that, it’s Thor,” Loki said. Your eyes shot upon and you let your hands fall to your sides. “Are you joking?” you snapped, stunned at how little concerned he seemed. “I worked out a deal with the Grandmaster to find him, but he also put that little Valkyrie on it. We have to find him first or I’m afraid he will end up somewhere far worse than the cells,” he explained. “I can’t believe this.” Shaking your head you let yourself plop down onto the edge of your bed. “It’s not like he’s dead,” Loki tried to console you but it did little to calm your nerves. In fact, it only added to the anger that had been building up ever since you landed on this damn planet. “No, Loki. I’m sure he’s not.” You stood up again and raiseed your head to meet him at eye-level. “But you know what? Him going missing is just the cherry on top of what I needed.” Loki was eyeing you warily, his almost bored gaze suddenly beginning to warm up a little. “Are you okay?” he suddenly asked with a gentle voice that almost brought you to tears. “No! I’m not fucking okay! Our father just died, granted he wasn’t my favourite parent and he could be an asshole at times, but he was our father! And as if that wasn’t enough we find out we have a secret diabolic demon sister who is head bend on getting her revenge on someone who's already dead!” you were screaming out the last part, the absurdity of the whole situation just kicking in. Loki looked like he wanted to say something, but you weren’t finished. “But wait, there’s more! We’re stranded on a planet we’ve never even heard of in over a thousand years of being alive and we neither have a space ship to escape nor our brother apparently, who, if I have to remind you, is the fucking heir to the fucking throne!”
You knew you were being unfair, Thor may have put the blame on Loki, but you knew, that all of you and especially your father were equally to blame. But in the end that wouldn’t help the situation so you didn’t try to start a discussion about whose fault this really was. Your chest was heaving and you felt like a huge weight had been lifted off your shoulders just getting all of this out, but you started to regret your harsh tone as soon you saw Lokis‘ face fall. “I know,” he said and suddenly wrapped his arms around you. Loki wasn’t a big hugger so this was very new but not unwelcome. “All of this is pure shit and I’m sorry you have to go through all of this. I’ll make it right, I promise, darling,” he said as he carefully rested his chin on top of your head. Great, now you really felt bad. “I didn’t mean it like that,” you mumbled and hid your face in the cold leather spanned over the expanse of his chest. Your voice was slightly muffled as you continued, enclosing your arms behind his back. “It’s not your fault. It’s just too much. Thor has gone off without us, we have no real way out of here and whether it’s Hela or Ragnarok, we’re gonna lose our home. I mean, why even try at this point?” “Don’t say that,” Loki argued, loosened the hug and held you at arm's length to look at your face, fingers slightly digging into the flesh of your upper arms. He could see the tears threatening to spill and put on a firm, but gentle face. “We can’t give up. That’s your home Hela is invading. We can fight her. We can win.” “How can you be so sure?” you croaked out, a salty tear finally rolling down your heated cheek. Loki smiled faintly, thumb brushing away another tear and his blue eyes full of determination. “We always win.” You tried to believe him, you really did but realistically, what were your chances against a whole army? “What would you do, if you were to give up? Stay here?” Loki tried a different approach and looked around the room in disgust. Just the thought alone of staying on this garbage dump made you shiver with revulsion. A small smile tugged at his lips. “We’re gonna find Thor, I promise. And then we’ll make right what has gone wrong and you never have to think about this place or Hela ever again, okay?” You took a deep breath, running the back of your hand over your cheeks to dry the wet skin. “Okay,” you then said, voice a little shaky but you were finally calming down again. Loki always had this effect on you. Even when you were kids, he would always comfort you when you were feeling angry or upset and you were glad that after everything that had happened in the last years, at least that hadn’t changed. “Okay,” he repeated and tugged you against his chest again. Your fingers curled into the leather, just to make sure, he wouldn’t disappear too. “Thank you, Loki,” you mumbled and closed your eyes, breathing in his familiar scent. Lokis hands were splayed out over your back when he leaned back a little and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.   “I love you, my darling sister.” And you knew, everything would be okay again. You would find Thor and then your little family would finally return home. Together.
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ghost-of-winters-past · 3 months ago
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hi! i‘m so excited so many of you like the teaser for my first small multi-chaptered fic "girls that glitter love the dark"! like i already said in that post, i have about three chapters planned and i am so stoked about writing them, but uni decided to really kick us while we‘re already down right at the end of the semester and as it turns out i have way too much to do for the next 3 weeks to properly sit down and write. i‘m gonna try to squeeze in as much as i can but i am already mentally and physically sick and to deal with all this stress and all these deadlines in such a short amount of time on top of that really makes everything so bad right now that i‘d rather write when i really have the time/motivation to do so. life is hell right now, please be patient with me, i‘m dealing with a lot.
girls that glitter love the dark (fic teaser)
fic summary: All they had was whispered secrets between dusk and dawn. Bucky tried so hard to re-write their story but whenever morning came all that was left of her was the smell of her perfume on his sheets and so deep down he knew the ending would always be the same.
pairing: bucky x OFC
series warning/synopsis: angst, swearing, pining, nsfw18+, smut. this is a multi-chaptered fic about buckys struggle to get the happy ending he never thought he deserved. this will be a short multi-chaptered fic with currently 3 parts planned. no update schedule, but i will notify when a new chapter will be published. 
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