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avenging-fandoms · 4 hours ago
bucky waking up from a nightmare and all he keeps saying is “don’t leave me, please don’t leave me” as he holds you so tight
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the winter soldier stomped around the hall, pointing his gun at people and pulling the trigger. people fled with pleas and screams, ducking with every shot. the winter soldier scanned the room, spotting the person he was told to find. 
the winter soldier skipped steps as he ran up the stairs, standing in place as he rose his hand slowly, cocking the gun. all he saw was the back of their head, and he stepped closer, slower. the winter soldier pressed the gun against the back of the person’s head, and they slowly turned around. 
you stood in silence as the barrel of the gun pressed against your forehead, staring up into his eyes. the winter soldier’s eyes flickered in between yours, gripping the trigger with his index finger slowly. you shut your eyes and the winter solider pulled the trigger. 
bucky woke up with a loud sob, his breathing jagged and shoulders shaking as he sobbed. you sat up with him, rubbing his back and scooting closer to him. your fingers ran through his hair, pulling his head to your shoulder. bucky’s arms wrapped tightly around your body, crying into your neck. 
“don’t leave me, please don’t leave me. please.. please..” he whispered, sniffling and letting out a sob. “don’t leave me, yn, please, don’t leave”
“i’m not going any where, bucky, i’m with you forever and a day. i’m not going any where, baby” you kissed his forehead softly a couple times, whispering the same words against his head. 
bucky finally calmed down and you two laid back down, your nails softly drawing pictures into his back. your other hand rested on his cheek, thumb rubbing over his skin. bucky didn’t loosen his grip on you, scared to close his eyes in case he saw what he had a nightmare about. 
“do you want something to eat? watch something? music?” you offered everything bucky enjoyed, but he just shook his head. his head snuggled deeper into your neck, taking a deep breath and releasing it slowly.
“i just want you to hold me, yn. please don’t leave me” he whispered, a tear running down the side of his face and landing on your skin. 
“i’ll never leave you, bucky. it’s me and you against the world” you kissed his forehead and put on your relaxing music playing, humming along and bucky fell asleep to the vibrations, your warmth, and your words replaying in his head. ‘i’ll never leave you. forever and a day. i love you. i’ll never leave you. forever and a day. i love you’ 
you turned off the music when you heard bucky snoring, holding him as you fell back asleep yourself with your cheek on top of his head. you were what bucky always needed, and he never wanted to let you go, and you never wanted to let him go either. 
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imaginedreamwrite · 12 hours ago
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The Auction: Part 2
Exhaustion was seeping from every pore on your body as you drug your feet through the quiet and pristine lobby, a series of black zipped and enclosed bags held in your left hand and some pink and white bags in the other. Balanced in your right hand along with the pink and white bags was your cellphone which had been buzzing from the moment you stepped out of the car and into Stark Tower.
The itching under your skin to check on the phone call was only outdone and outweighed by Natasha Romanoff’s quick strides as she moved throughout the lobby toward the elevator. You struggled to keep up with her while lugging your haul and the dresses in the closed bags that she made you buy with the bonus she gave you.
You took as large of strides as you could, and when you stepped into the elevator you huffed and leaned against the cool metal wall, hooking the hangers built into the closed dress bags on the metal railing. Without the bags in your hand, you were able to grip your phone with both hands and finally answer the buzzing that had caused the itching anxiousness.
As you leaned against the cool metal wall of the elevator and answered emails and arranged the next week’s schedule, a rough outline anyway. You were quickly made aware of the elevator doors opening, by the sound of the doors parting like the Red Sea. The approach of two more people onto the elevator had not been enough to pull your attention away from your phone and your task of fixing and skeleton scheduling Natasha’s ‘life’ but the greeting she had tossed out was enough to steal your attention and cast it on the two men who were as wide as they were tall and built like solid mountains.
“Hello boys,” the message of Natasha’s greeting was friendly and neutral yet there was something about the tone of voice that made it seem like a jest at their behalf, “are you excited for Stark’s charity auction? A few days away. Do you have your eyes on anyone?”
You busied yourself with your phone, tapping away at whatever mindless game you could find, trying to make yourself appear ignorant to the conversation they were having. Despite your ears burning and their blue and blue-green eyes, respectively, on you, you kept your head down and your feigned naivety about what they were speaking about.
“You’re not in the auction this year?” The rumble of their voice, Steve’s you figured, had stirred the conversation and kept it alive, while you were trying not to be seen.
You found yourself shifting your weight from foot to foot with anxiousness. It was a tick of sorts, being so self-conscious when you were around people like Natasha and Steve and Bucky. When you were around beautiful and fit people that were ethereal in their nature and the picture-perfect vision of health and fitness and you…weren’t.
Given the mean-spirited nickname of ‘thunder thighs’ in your youth had stuck with you, mentally at least. You always felt as if you were hyper-aware of your soft stomach snd your heavy breasts that went along with your plus-sized figure. Your ass was neither tight nor small, and that made it difficult to feel confident in yourself, let alone your physicality’s when you had to meet with others under the guise of being Natasha Romanoff’s PA.
“Not me,” Natasha smirked, “but Y/N is.”
Though it didn’t necessarily show, you felt your cheeks burning from the near-constant and penetrating gaze that was cast on you. Your cheeks burned beneath your skin while the familiar souring of your stomach settled in as you prepared yourself mentally and emotionally for some sharp and snide comments about what a waste that would be.
You were preparing yourself for the jabs and the jests made at your expense. The little jokes and statements made that would bring laughter to space while you wallowed in your inability to ‘take a joke’ or the blatant offence you felt.
“Not entirely willingly…” You mumbled the lie, hoping that it would make you feel better about whatever they would say next.
“Is that what the bags are for?” Bucky asked, his blue-eyed gaze landing on the bags hanging on the metal pole attached to the wall of the elevator.
You turned your attention back to your phone, waiting for that eventual shoe to drop. You didn’t want them to see your weakness, though you were sure enough that they could sense it. You were sure they could sense your knees knocking and your stomach churning with anticipation of the inevitable.
“A few options for Y/N, ” Natasha had also cast her gaze upon your, though it was short-lived, “and a few surprises.”
Surprises being killed heels that made your legs good great and a pair of jeans that somehow seemed to flatter your body as it was without some hideous flower pattern on the ass cheeks to accentuate or some hideous cut that drew attention to yourself while simultaneously making you look as if you were by a jean covered blob.
Because that’s a lot of what fashion for plus size women was, a covering or a pattern or fabric that was meant to simply be on your body instead of embracing it.
“A dress for the auction, ” Natasha added.
“Since Natasha’s not allowed to be a part of it, ” you licked your bottom lip and prayed that the elevator would hurry its incontinence self up, “I was voluntold.”
“It’s for a good cause.”
“That’s why I said ultimately said yes.”
“A woman like yourself up on that stage, ” Steve cracked a half-smile, “I’m sure you’ll get bid up real high.”
“Who wouldn’t want to spend a weekend with a dame like you?” Bucky added, pointedly looking you up and down.
The doors finally opened to your floor and you couldn’t have gotten out fast enough. You had all but ripped the dress bags from the railing and threw them over your shoulder, with the other bags beating against your leg as you power-stalked away from the doors and the three perfect people in the metal box.
You didn’t stop your power stalking until you were at your room door and had the door halfway open. You had unceremoniously thrown the bags away from you, not caring where they landed or how.
You kicked your shoes off next and with the same lack of haphazard care, you strode throughout your small apartment to your room, throwing the door open.
You threw yourself onto the bed and sighed, feeling a day’s worth of anxiety slowly seeping from your shoulders. Shopping with Natasha was pleasant enough if you ignored every single scrutinizing look. If you could ignore every comment under shop attendants breaths or the way their eyes followed you with thinly-veiled disgust at how a person like Natasha Romanoff could be seen with a person like you.
A person like you – a woman who was plus sized and not worth the attention of any man who had eyes.
A woman like you who was the brunt of every joke and who could only land a man if that man lost a bet.
The day of shopping produced high-end and beautiful clothes that made you feel like a million bucks, but all that confidence cracked when you saw the look in the shop attendant's eyes.
It was the silent judgement and looks of odium and the snide remarks about how one could let themselves feel good in that body.
And now, because you felt as though you were a pushover, you were going to be on stage in front of rich men and women who were among the most beautiful and elite.
“It won’t be bad, ” you sighed and rubbed your hands down your face, “it’ll be fine. It’ll be fun.”
You could choose to wallow in your displeasure, or you could choose to keep your head high.
“Fuck it,” you mumbled, “it’s for charity. Natasha promised it would be fine.”
You sat up quickly, enough to make yourself dizzy. You shift yourself to the end of the bed and pressed your palms flush against the bed. You placed your feet on the floor before standing and moving with purpose toward the dresses that you had haphazardly thrown.
“Im going to look good.” You snatched one of the bags from the floor and draped it on your couch. You reached out and pulled the zipper down, revealing the dress within that was a favourite of Nat’s.
“I may hate the whole evening but damn, ” you looked at the dress with fondness remembering how it looked on you, “I’ll look good.”
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mscalliewrites · 14 hours ago
“I stepped on a cornflake, does that make me a cereal killer?” With Bucky please xx
Cereal Killer
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Warnings: None, just some humour. No cornflakes were harmed in the writing of this drabble.
Author's Notes: Haha. My type of humour!
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Life as an avenger was always chaotic, always busy with not much free time to relax and do anything else. Most of the conversations that happened in the compound were mostly mission-related.
So, it was a little bit of a surprise to you to overhear Sam and Bucky argue about disrespecting cereal.
"You've just drowned the poor wheat! Your bowl is almost overfilling!" Bucky whined in disbelief from how much milk Sam had poured over his cereal.
"It's just cereal man, they don't have feelings." Sam retorted, crunching the cereal. Bucky scoffed as you walked in, with your arms folded and looking between the two men.
"Of all the things to talk about on a morning, you two are arguing about cereal?"
"Sam is disrespecting his cereal."
Sam scoffed and shook his head. "Will you please tell this idiot here that cereal doesn't have feelings?"
You bit your lip to hide the growing smile. "Cereal doesn't have any feelings Buck."
"Yes, they do Y/N! Don't agree with birdbrain here."
"Okay, so one time I accidentally stepped on a cornflake. Does that make me a cereal killer?" You asked, trying to make a point. This discussion was becoming ridiculous at this point.
Bucky stood with a scowl on his face. "It oughta be a crime!" He was offended, and stormed out of the kitchen. You looked back to Sam who was hunched over in laughter.
Ridiculous.
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imaginedreamwrite · a day ago
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Everything Has Changed: Part 13
Days spent in the state of the art lab preparing for the first attempts at the experimental synthesis of medication and DNA modifications that would ignite those receptors that drew omega’s to alpha’s and vice versa. It was the first day of the experiment and the entire lab was buzzing with excitement and hopefulness that this would further limit the repercussions of the Snap and Blip.
With the volunteers already checked into the lab, you were in the midst of preparing for your part in the experiment, when the approach of Dr. Banner had stopped you in your tracks.
On his approach, your stomach tightened as you recognized the face of bad news. You didn’t know what he was going to tell you or what would become of the rest of your day, but you knew that something was going to change.
You could feel it in your bones, you could see it clearly in his eyes and the way he carried himself that there was something unspoken that was bothering him.
You moved away from the core of the lab toward the far left side that was much quieter and would allow for a hushed conversation. When you came to stand in front of him, you shoved your hands into your lab coat pockets, fiddling with the pen to keep your nerves at a low.
“Dr. Banner, what’s the bad news?” You asked even if you didn’t want to. If you could’ve remained ignorant, you would have. However whether you wanted to know or not, Dr. Banner would tell you.
“Y/N,” he crossed his arms over his chest, hesitating to speak, “I know that you’ve spent countless hours preparing for the launch of this procedure-“
“-but…?” You felt the preemptive sting of tears.
“You can’t be a part of the experiment itself. The conditions to be part of the actual testing of the procedure are very clear-“
“What did I do wrong?” Tears blurred your vision, the airy gasps that left your mouth were the tip of the emotional iceberg.
“Nothing, Y/N. You did nothing wrong. You’re brilliant and talented, however the conditions do not allow pregnant women to partake in the procedure.”
“Pregnant?” Your eyebrows furrowed and you wrapped your arms around yourself. “I’m not pregnant…”
“I had to do a final test on the blood we’d taken and on every sample you’d given us to confirm your readiness. When I test your sampled and your blood, I got the confirmations.”
To prove the point he was trying to make, Dr. Banner handed you the tablet in his hands with all the data already loaded snd ready for you to see. On the tablet screen was the clear image of your hormone levels that has shifted as well as the sharp spike in estrogen and progesterone that proved not only were you pregnant, but the levels in which they’d increased had opened the possibility up to their being more than one baby.
“There’s no symptoms.”
“You know as well as I do the symptoms of pregnancy’s may not show up within the first month. Based on the hormone levels, I’d say you’re just under a month.” Dr. Banner placed his hand on your shoulder snd squeezed.
“I’m sorry, Y/N. But in my good conscience I can’t allow you to be one of the constant’s in the experiment. You can still run the trial and head it up if you would wish, however being part of it is no longer an option.”
“Pregnant.” You stared at the tablet while mentally being a mile away.
Kids. You’d always wanted kids, but later on in your life. You were only 22 and you’d just started your career.
You heard Dr. Banner speak yet you couldn’t take your attention off the numbers on the screen. You couldn’t take your eyes off the hormone spikes and the clear data that damned you from your own trial.
“You should tell Steve and Bucky-“
“Excuse me.” You handed the tablet back to him, more like shoved it into his arms, and pushed past him.
“Y/N, talk to Steve and Bucky. Tell them before you-“
“I need air. I need-“ you slipped your lab coat off and tossed it toward a desk chair. Before it could even land on the chair, you were headed toward the door of the lab. You placed your hand against the biometric lock and wait the half second as it scanned your DNA before it let you out. You slipped through the door and moved in a haze, completing everything action that would take you from the lab, to the elevator and then to the lobby of Stark Tower. You moved by autonomy, while your head was reeling and you were consumed by a constant barrage of questions aimed at yourself and your situation.
“Y/N!” Your name was called but you kept moving. “Y/N, stop!”
You kept moving until you collided with a body made of muscle snd strength. After colliding with the body, you craned your neck and studied the man hovering over you, relief and insignificant anguish at the pair of blue eyes watching you.
His brown hair, thick and luscious, was cut short. It was a new look for him after having his longer hair for a while. He was clean shaven too, it looked as fresh as his haircut. His blue eyes were caught between concern and caution, his hands reaching out to grab your arms.
He was your alpha, you should find comfort in his touch and yet…
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” He was holding your arms in gentle grasps. “You didn’t hear me calling your name. What’s wrong?”
Pregnant. You were pregnant.
“I need air. I need to get out of here. I need…” Your eyes dart around the lobby of Stark tower, your stomach churning the burning acid inside.
“You’re okay.” Bucky cupped your cheeks. “You’re going to be okay just-“
“No!” You slapped his hands away. “No im not going to be okay! I’m not okay! I need air!”
“You’re having a panic attack,” he reached for you again, “let me help you.”
You stepped back, your eyes widening as the sting of bile rose in your throat. The word PREGNANT has been at the forefront of your mind, repeating on a record.
You wanted kids, but not yet. You’d worked so hard to get where you are now.
“Baby please-“
You were going to be sick. You couldn’t breathe and you were going to be sick. You felt the bile rise in your throat, the stinging acid that burned as it crawled, the fresh wave of bushes tears making it hard to see as you nearly collapsed from the shock of what had just conspired.
“Are you okay?” Bucky was on you in an instant, an arm wrapped around your waist to steady you. “You’re flush.”
“I need air…” You mumbled under your breath, settling into a panic attack that was sever enough to induce nausea.
“Let me help you upstairs, doll.” Bucky started to help you stand and while his touch was comfortable, it was almost smothering.
His presence as an alpha gave you comfort you knew you needed yet it had also made you feel as if your breathing was even more restricted than it had been. It made you feel as though you were truly gasping for air.
“No!” You pushed him off of you with unknown strength. “No! I need air! I need to be alone!”
You rebuffed him and ran with all you had in you to the exit. You burst through the doors of Stark tower and pressed on even further. You ran until your lungs were burning and your heart was beating like a war drum in your chest and when you finally stopped, you sunk.
You sunk to your knees and wrapped your arms around yourself as you cried, as you screamed your frustrations.
You wanted to be a mother and you wanted your career.
You wanted a baby and you wanted your own mother back.
You wanted a family with Steve and Bucky, and you wanted to see the fruits of your years of hard work.
You cried until you couldn’t anymore. You cried until your voice was horse and your eyes were puffy.
You don’t know how long you were out there, wherever you were. You didn’t know how long you’d spent curled into yourself, crying until your voice was weak. You’d spent your energy running from your anxieties, running from the news that flipped your world upside down.
“It’s okay.” Steve’s voice hit your ears, the suffocating comfort was replaced with gentility. “You’re okay, doll.”
He came to your side and held you, he came to your side and embraced you as you broke down in his arms. You clung to him with as much might as you could gather, silently accepting the shift in comfort as he pulled you into his lap in whatever alley or on whatever street you’d found yourself on.
“You’re going to be okay, sweetheart.” Steve mumbled into your hair, he pressed his lips against the side of your forehead and soothes you with the gentle rocking of his body. “Let me take you home. Please.”
“Take me home.” You went lax in his arms, knowing that you had a lot more processing to go through but it would be better to do it in the comfort of their presence, with them being part of the conversation.
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fanfuckingtastic04 · a day ago
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Delay!!!!🤧
So, I’m not gonna be able to post the next chapter of Love & Other Desires tomorrow coz I have a test that I’ve barely prepared for and am stressed about. I will be posting it in the first half of next week tho and hopefully I can get back on track.
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imaginedreamwrite · 2 days ago
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The Auction: Part 1
Summary: In which Natasha pushes you to be auctioned off for a weekend for charity, and the opportunity arises for two super soldier’s to have reader at their mercy for a full weekend
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The Avengers were akin to celebrities and that created a need for personal assistants to help support and create ease in their lives while they fought off the threats that faced the world.
As a person assistant, your job revolved the most basic errands such as getting fresh coffee or picking up their dry cleaning, making their day to day as seamless as possible, to making sure all preparations were made for any and all trips that they would have to go on to save the world.
Being a personal assistant wasn’t a glamorous job, and the hours proved to be long and draining, but the pay was incredible. Not only was the pay incredible but the benefits of being a PA had vastly outweighed the negatives. Yes, you worked long hours and had a hectic schedule, but when your assigned avenger was on a mission overseas or on vacation, your free time grew exponentially.
As long as the basics were handled, you had quite a lot of time on your hands when they were in another country.
Your assigned avenger was Natasha Romanoff, and given her skill as an assassin and spy, your free time was on the higher end than someone who stuck closer to home like Peter Parker or Bruce Banner or even Tony Stark.
The hours that those PA’s worked we’re almost double your own, but that could also boil down to the privacy Natasha Romanoff required. Peter Parker, while he was in his senior year, had a PA who was nearly run on her feet after trying to keep up with Peter and his forgetfulness.
Bruce Banner’s PA was always tired, always had dark bags under her eyes after being kept late in the labs while Banner worked.
Tony Stark used his PA almost too much, which has caused his PA to put more miles on her car in one year while working for Tony than the 2 years prior.
One disadvantage of being Natasha Romanoff’s PA was the incessant looks you’d received when you were in her presence. Natasha Romanoff was a beautiful woman, she was completely breathtaking and she knew it. She knew she was a deadly woman with her fists and her physical appearance and that drew questions whenever you were introduced as her PA.
If Natasha Romanoff was such a bombshell, then why did she choose a PA who was not? Why did Natasha Romanoff have a PA who was ‘pretty for a big girl’, who’s thighs had been rubbing together since you were 13. Why would Natasha Romanoff have a PA who looked as if she had swallowed two of her?
You were a woman who was plus-sized, and spent the greater amount of your time working for a woman who was the epitome of men’s fantasies. It was enough of a contrast to draw comments under breaths or snide looks. It was almost a constant reminder that no matter what, you wouldn’t fit well into their world aside from working for them.
Despite the comments and the snide looks, the depreciating hand signals that would be fired toward you for a ‘few good laughs’ Natasha treat you no different than she treat anyone of her team mates.
Natasha was a woman who had put in the effort to make you feel as comfortable as possible while working for her, and in your defence, had told the commentators, usually men, how quickly she could dismember them without leaving evidence behind.
You may have been verbally bullied about your size as a plus sized woman, but Natasha would never treat you with so much disrespect. Natasha had treat you as if you were her little sister rather than her PA, and that meant talking you up from the low places you would sometimes notch yourself in.
Natasha was an amazing woman and you admired her.
Even if she had pushed you out of your comfort zone toward new unchartered waters.
“You’re attending the charity auction.” She told you, handing you an invitation. “I need you there.”
She was constantly trying to push you toward a place where you could see your own value.
“Charity auction for the sick kids foundation?” You read the invitation twice.
“They’re auctioning off weekends spent shadowing avengers or weekend dates with volunteers for the auction.” Natasha explained while adjusting and fixing her eyeliner.
“So you need me to go and make sure everything is sorted out?” You behind her, tapping on the tablet in your hands.
“Not exactly, kukla.” Natasha locked eyes with you in the mirror. “I can’t volunteer this year on account of what happened last year on the ‘date’, but you can.”
The tablet in your hands has nearly fallen to the floor. It had nearly slipped from your grips to the soft carpet below your feet as the registration of what she said had gave way to shock.
“What?” You frowned and furrowed your eyebrows. “I’m sorry..:what did you just say?”
Natasha smirked in the mirror, adjusting her stance after she reached for a metal container of mascara. She hadn’t given you an explanation of elaborated on what she had said right off the bat. She had coat her eyelashes with mascara until she was satisfied, then she pressed her lips together.
“I said you can. I put you down on the docket to be auctioned for a weekend of fun. It’ll do you some good.” While Natasha had been unbothered by her decision to offer you up as a volunteer for the auction, you were not.
“Why would you do that?” You hissed. “No one will bid!”
“Are you sure?” She questioned, crossing her arms over her chest and raising an eyebrow. “I think there are more men attracted to you than you think.”
Your snort and derision was a precursor to your eyes rolling. You had mirrored her stance by crossing your arms over your chest and cocking your hip out. You were having two different reactions that were each battling for control, first was your mental reaction that was akin to a nuclear meltdown in your head and the other was your emotionally pressed yet coolness snippiness that had taken over.
“I’d like to believe that, but there’s a better chance of seeing pigs fly.” Your comment had rolled off Natasha like water off a duck’s back, she didn’t even acknowledge your comment or your dig at yourself.
“As a friend,” Natasha asked with a tone of voice that was more telling, “I am going to put you on the volunteer list. As a friend, I am doing this because there are men out there who are attracted to you and have even tried flirting with you-“
“I’ve been flirt with?” Your irritation turned to general confusion.
“-and they feel like this is the best way to get your attention. So will you please-“ she didn’t even need to twist your arm before you caved.
“-it’s for a good cause.” There was a bubbling in your belly as butterflies sprung to life, “what the hell. I’m in.”
“Good.” Natasha stride toward you and pinched your cheeks, “now let’s get you a dress that’s show-stopping.”
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imaginedreamwrite · 2 days ago
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Baby Girl: Part 2
Your world bursting into colours vibrant and breathtaking had ironically cast a shadow over your personal life. The shift from vision of black and white to coloured freedom, had created a reactive shift in your relationship with Peter that you hadn’t been prepared for.
“Colours,” Peter mumbled into his cup of coffee, “what is it like?”
The tension between you two was still at a minimum, yet the fact that you’d found your soulmates had created this light fog that just sat over your heads, hovering low enough to be noticeable yet high enough not to be touched.
“Peter-“
“I know you can see colours. I knew the moment it happened.” He mumbled again, staring at the crack in the table you’d bought together.
“It doesn’t change how I feel about you.” You moved around the table to his side, wrapping your arm around his back while your other hand rest on his left shoulder. “I love you, Peter.”
Your contact with his body had physically drew the tension from him, although that is where the ease stopped. Despite his shoulders and body being ridden of tension in his shoulders and his chest, his emotional apprehension was on the rise. It was hard to miss, almost impossible not to feel the chill exuding from Peter as the pair of you tried to grapple with the shaken pillars of your relationship.
How did you move past this? How did you return to a place before you saw colours and before you found out that two of the avengers were your soulmates? Were your heads in the clouds and your hearts in naivety?
Could there even be a place to come back to? Could the relationship pan out even with the recent event of meeting your soulmates hanging above your head?
“I love you too.” He turned his head and spoke into your hand on his shoulder. He pressed his lips into your palm after you’d opened your hand, giving you the smallest glimmer of affection that was more than enough for the moment. “We’ll make this work.”
The sentiment of the message was sweet and hopeful, yet it felt empty. It felt as if you were going to just be biding time until inevitable set in and broke you apart.
“Of course we will.” Your tight lipped smile and forced positivity had only added to the overcast sense of grim outcomes. “Did you want to go to Stark Tower together?”
The question felt like a buffer, a monotonous event that would bring anymore awkwardness to the already complicated situation. It was an offer to share a ride with the boy you’d loved for the past year, to be in each others presence while not addressing the elephant in the apartment.
“You start today?” Peter frowned, his eyebrows furrowed.
“First day working as medical staff at Stark Tower.” You let go of him and shuffled into the kitchen, dragging your feet toward the fridge. You grabbed the white handle and pulled, bending over to gaze at the contents inside before you decided on a ripe apple and a bottle of fiji water Peter brought home the day before.
After selecting your items and balancing them in your arms, your turned around to talk to Peter only to find the place where he once was, empty now.
“You see in colour,” Peter called from the living room, beckoning you with his voice.
As you crossed the distance, a smile broke on your face when you saw Peter standing in the living room in his full Spider-Man get up. He was posing for you with the familiar smile you loved most, on his face.
“Tell me what colour my suit is.” He placed his hands on his hips, watching you with playful flirtation.
“I can do that,” you walked toward him with renewed pep in your step. You stood in front of him and slid your hands up his chest and onto his shoulders, your eyes wandering the pattern of his suit and the colours that had been brought together to form the impressive technological apparel that had saved Peter’s life more than once.
“The shoulders are red with black details that make the suit itself look like spiders webs.” You touched and traced the black lines as you spoke, your attention on the way he filled out the spider suit and the feel of his tight muscles been the your hands.
“There are two blue bands that break up the red on your arms,” you touched the blue against the red, proving your point.
“There’s more blue?” Peter asked, his hands moving to your hips where he lightly squeezed.
“Yes,” you inhaled sharply, your eyes moving down his body toward his lower half, “from your waist to the middle of your calves are blue. From the middle of your calves to your feet are red with black detailed lines like the upper half.”
“We’ll make it work,” Peter brushed his thumb across your chin to lift your head, “it’ll be okay. We’ll be okay.”
** **
“Are we going to talk about it?” Nat smirked while she was leaning against the bar side of the communal area the Avengers shared. Since the party, and their full ascent into fully coloured vision, Natasha has been on them relentlessly to try and get a peek into their brains.
“The kid has been dating the girl for a whole year,” Clint spoke from the lounger in the centre of the room, looking back at the two with a similar smirk to Natasha’s.
“And she’s a baby,” Natasha’s grin widened, “really robbing the cradle aren’t you boys?”
“She’s 20 Nat, almost 21.” Bucky spoke in defence of their situation.
“She’s not legal enough to drink and she’s barely legal enough to vote.” Natasha looked Steve up and down, with a raised eyebrow.
“She’s working here.” Bruce had quipped, looking at the tablet in his hands before he looked up. “She’s working on the medical floor as a registered nurse. Given your reputation, I think you’ll be seeing a lot of her.”
Bruce was speaking of Steve and Bucky’s penchant for getting into trouble where they was none, though the jab could’ve been aimed further toward Steve since the man couldn’t run away from a fight.
“We’re not pursuing anything.” Steve stood his ground and cut the silent accusations short. “The kid is a relationship with her-“
“It won’t last long.” Clint cut Steve off, pushing himself to sit up further. “We all know how the soulmate connection is. Even if you’re on the other side of the world, you’ll be drawn together eventually. No matter how hard you try to fight it.”
“She’s in a relationship, Barton.” Steve unscrewed the cap on a bottle of water and lift it to his lips. “We’re not going to interfere-“
“Its inevitable. Whether you want to interfere or not, there is a connection that won’t be ignored. They can try to push it off all they want, eventually one of them will break.”
Steve hummed after he swallowed, his eyebrows knit together. He slipped into a space of deep though, a place in his head that pulled his thoughts toward Peggy.
Steve and Bucky were able to see half colour when they recognized each other as soulmates. When Steve met Peggy, he had wished that his vision could’ve shifted to full colour. He wished that he could’ve seen the bright flashes of pigment that was described so heavily by those who had already met their soulmates and in book written exclusively on the topic.
When he didn’t see colour, and neither did Peggy, there was a part of Steve that was disappointed. There was a part of him that was almost distraught over not being able to have this woman who was breathtaking and confident, so sure of herself, as his soulmate.
He wanted Peggy.
Bucky wanted him. He had only ever spoke of Steve when he was alive in the 40’s, there was no connection to Peggy other than one of friendship.
“It’s inevitable,” Steve mumbled under his breath, chewing on the words.
Inevitable. Steve and Peggy were never meant for each other.
If fate would inevitably bring two soulmates together, than fate could inevitably separate two people who were never meant for each other.
“Eventually the relationship will fail as the connection between the three of you grows.” Bruce glanced from Steve to Bucky. “And there will be no turning back.”
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honeyedtulips · 2 days ago
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*image used above is not mine♡*
pairing: bucky barnes x reader♡
genre: soft fluffy shit ♡
summary: you discuss what flower you think suits bucky best ♡
word count: 527 ♡
a/n: god bucky is so goddamn beautiful! listen to the song here while you read if you’d like! i hope it makes your day better♡
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a smile passed over bucky’s face as your finger drew swirls on his chest. the moonlight bestowed an ethereal glow to your face, shadows drawing shapes along the lines of your neck. the tip of your chin glowed with ivory light and he smiled at the thought of caressing it with his lips. he shook the thought from his mind. you were talking and he wanted to be dutifully listening.
“i was thinking alstroemeria, which means ‘devotion, love, and friendship,” you mused happily, your head tucked in the crook of his neck, your fingers dancing along the lines of your journal. “then, i wrote here, that daisies symbolize ‘innocence, purity, cheer and simplicity’.” you pointed your finger to a strip of writing and bucky chuckled as his eyes ran over what you’d scribbled in the corner:
“daisy, alstroemeria, balsam – bucky’s flower”.
he wrapped his arms tighter around you, the scent of his skin filling your nostrils like water slowly loading a basin. “why can’t i just be all of ‘em?” his rose-red lips grazed your temple and you smiled, fingers closing around the width of his wrist.
“you could,” you whispered. “these were just ideas.”
bucky hummed, but you knew he was listening. he always listened. when you talked about different plants and what flowers were growing and how the squirrels were playing about outside. he always lent an ear. you thought he did it merely not to seem rude, but he genuinely couldn’t help it. he was drawn to you. like a bumblebee to a flower, you lured him in with your smile, laced with sweetness, and tender eyes choked with honey. he couldn’t stay away from you, even if he tried. he would always come back, without fail, just like how the sun always rose in greeting above the horizon every day. loving you was apart of his routine and he never wanted to change that. even if the whole world changed, he hoped you would always be by his side.
“…maybe i’ll plant one and name it bucky,” your voice touched his ears again like a gentle breeze on a warm spring day. “my own little flower that i can caress and love, just like i do with you.”
he chuckled and a smile broke out onto your face. “careful now, angel, i might get jealous.”
you kissed the curve of his arm, nuzzling your chin lightly against the skin. “you don’t need to worry, my balsam. i’ll never replace you.”
“what does that one mean?”
“a balsam means ardent love.” you snuggled deeper into his chest, melting as his arms wrapped a little tighter around you. “it’s what i feel for you.”
he smiled, the swirls of love in his heart tangling together tightly like a ball of yarn. he would never let you go. you were his whole world and he couldn’t imagine waking up one day without you. he would simply wilt, lose all color and life and fall softly, without a cry or a scream. he couldn’t imagine it.
“that’s what i feel for you too, doll,” he dropped a kiss to your head. “i’ll always feel that for you.
love,
honeyedtulips x♡🌷
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mscalliewrites · 2 days ago
Imagine Bucky shaving his beard off and reader going to the lengths of drawing it back on with a marker 😭
Theoretically, Bucky would never allow this to happen, but he entertains the idea, especially when he's asleep on the couch in the common room when his super hearing picks up the faintest sounds of your sneaky tip-toeing approach. He keeps his eyes closed, his curiousity bubbling with what you're upto.
You watch his face for any signs of consciousness, Bucky purposely took deep breaths to give the impression he was still asleep, you were none the wiser.
You approached him, a black marker in your hand ready to replace the lovely beard he had shaved off just yesterday. He was complaining it was itchy, but you were annoyed you saw this morning without one.
You lean over him, his nose twitching from the smell of the marker when you hover it above his top lip. He knows it's a permanent marker, and he knows what a pain it'll be to remove it.
His moves are timed, he waits a few more seconds before he opens his eyes and startles you. Tripping over nothing, you land on your butt with a groan.
Bucky sits up, a smirk tugging at his lips. "What do you think you're doing, doll?" He teases, like he doesn't know what you're about to do.
"I... I...ugh. Nothing." You groan, throwing your hands up in surrender as you put the lid back on the marker before Tony lectures you the importance of not letting the marker dry out.
"Didn't seem like nothin' to me."
You roll your eyes and huff. "I miss your beard, you look different without it!" You know you sound whiny, but you don't care.
Bucky hums and lays back down on the couch to get comfortable before he sighs. "It'll grow back."
Yeah, in a few days where he'll most likely shave the stubble. No, you would simply try again later.
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stucky-my-ship · 2 days ago
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drunken-imagines · 2 days ago
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finally — bucky barnes
a/n: here it is, what you’ve all been waiting for
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summary: part 5 of college/fuckboy!bucky
part one | part two | part three | part four
word count: 1855
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Right after Bucky left you, standing in your doorway. You closed the door, sitting down on the floor right next to it. He had driven over in the rain to tell you he had feelings for you and then just left. Just fucking pulled off in his car. Telling you to think it over and not rush into it. What in the actual hell was that logic? Bucky Barnes liked you and you’re just supposed to sit on it and think about it. You scrambled over to your phone, clicking on your roommates’ contact, hearing the phone ring. Your foot tapped anxiously until you heard her pick up. Before she could get a word in, you said:
“Bucky just fucking showed up to the house and told me he fucking liked me and then drove away before I could say anything.” Somehow you got it all out in one breath. Hearing noises shift on the other side, you assumed she was packing up to head over to you.
“I’ll be there in five,” she stated, hanging up. The whole five minutes, you stayed sitting in your bed, staring at a wall. When she walked in, she rolled her eyes at you.
“I think this might be a little dramatic,” she laughed, coming to sit next to you.
“I’m going to kill him,” you mumbled, continuing to stare at a tiny spec of dirt on your wall. “He did this so now the ball is in my court. What the fuck do I do? Call him Show up on his door? Like what the fuck do I do with this? He’s supposed to like pull me into a kiss or something and instead, he WALKED AWAY!” you screamed out the last words, turning to look at her. 
“He walked away,” she repeated.
“What the fuck does that mean?” you asked, exasperated. Your hands were flying around in anger.
“Maybe he wanted to give you some time to think about it to make sure you wanted to pursue it, so like you didn’t get caught up in the moment,” she shrugged, looking over at you. “But he likes you. I think you’re forgetting the most important part.” Her hand found your back and rubbed it soothingly.
“I’m going over there right n-” you began, jumping out of your bed.
“y/n!” your roommate exclaimed, catching your attention. Your mind was completely racing and it took everything in you to pause it to pay full attention to her. “Take a god damn breath. Sleep on it. Take the day to think about it, then go yell at him tomorrow. You’re acting on pure emotion right now, babe. You may ruin this opportunity before it’s even started.”
“I was not going to yell at him,” you grumbled, as she gave you a knowing look.
“Get your ass in bed, we will watch movies and you can talk and rant about him all night, but you will not leave this house,” she stated sternly near the end. Sighing, you crawled back into bed, curling under the sheets. The whole first couple movies, your mind just was swimming with thoughts of Bucky, over and over again. By the second round, they let up slightly, but just barely. There was no way to fully stop the thoughts of him. It was like he infected you after he admitted his feelings. Every part of you thought of him and either wanted to slam your lips against his or smack him in the face for how he admitted it. Around ten at night, your phone vibrated, once. A text from Bucky took over your screen. “Meet me at this location tomorrow. 10 A.M.” A location was down below the text. No flirty remark or emoji or anything. The text gave you nothing to work with. Your roommate sat beside you the whole night, talking when you needed her and just keeping you company besides that. At god only knows how late, sleep finally overtook your racing mind, giving you some sort of rest before meeting with Bucky in the morning. 
When you woke up, you jumped out of bed and sprinted to the shower. You had never gotten ready so fast before in your life. The hard part was picking an outfit. You changed at least ten times before finally settling on an outfit and throwing it on. You had given yourself just enough time to get ready so you would not have to spend another minute thinking about all this before the time you were supposed to meet him. Driving to the location, your hands were shaking and your heart pounded in your chest. You pulled up to a little pathway and parked your car. When you got out, you saw Bucky’s truck already in a parking spot, but he was not in it. A little trail led to a bright green forest area. It was beautiful in the morning light. Small roses were scattered along the trail with a note attached to the fence. In what you assumed to be Bucky’s handwriting wrote ‘Follow the roses, y/n.’ Listening to the note, you followed the pathway with roses until you made it to a little clearing, Bucky stood there, taking in the trees that shot their way far up into the sky. You watched him for a moment, taking in the way he squinted up at the bright blue sky, his stubble littering his jaw. 
“You’re a fucking asshat,” you spoke up, gaining his attention. His eyes set on you while he gave a little smirk. “Came to my god damn house to admit you heartless self likes me and then just fucking walks away!” you exclaimed, taking another step to him.
“I had to give you time to think,” he smiled, loving how flustered and irritated him leaving you in that moment left you.
“Time to think about what? All the reasons I shouldn't have showed up today?” you remarked, scowling at him.
“But you did show up,” he grinned, walking towards you.
“Yeah, well I had half a mind not to after that stupid ass stunt you pulled,” you glared, watching his strides stop as he stood in front of you.
“Do you ever stop running that pretty little mouth?” he teased, hovering his body inches away from yours. No part of him touched you and you wanted to punch him for doing it. He knew it too. There was no way he couldn't tell how bad you now wanted this.
“No- especially when you’re being a fucking-” you started again, but were immediately cut off by Bucky’s lips slamming down on yours. Without hesitation, your hands wrapped around his neck, tugging his as close as humanely possible as he lifted you off the ground, his arms squeezing you against him from around your waist. He took your breath away in that moment, giving him all the time to dominate the kiss. You tried your hardest not to let him, but one bite to your lip and you were done. His metal hand slid up your back and laced his fingers in your hair as he groaned into your mouth. Your tongue ran along his as tugged on the hair at the nape of your neck. Both of your heaving as you tried your hardest to keep up with the way his lips moved against yours, him tugging your bottom lip between his teeth every once in awhile, your tongues swirling against each other. Your skin was covered in goosebumps and your body felt hot as he pulled away from you. You could see the way his pink lips turned cherry red and were glossed over with a mix of both of your salivas.
“God,” he breathed, shaking his head down at you. “I could shut you up like this any time,” he groaned, letting his metal hand relax around your hair and rub the side of your cheek. 
“I’m still going to run my mouth,” you mumbled, looking into his eyes.
“Fine by me, doll. I can handle it,” he grinned, leaving a small, sloppy kiss on your jaw. At the contact, you had to gulp down a moan.
“Don’t get any ideas, Barnes. I still am not sleeping with you, yet,” you breathed out, seeing the way his eyes sparkled.
“Yet,” he repeated, smirking at you.
“Bucky, seriously I’m not-” Again, his lips pressed against yours stopped you mid sentence.
“I heard you, doll,” he chuckled, pulling away from you.
“You can’t just kiss me to shut me up-” And yet again, he pulled your face to his, slamming his lips on yours to stop your talking. Each time he did it, you could not help but give in. His plump lips molded against yours so perfectly, it left your skin covered in goosebumps. “You still annoy me,” you grumbled out as he let you pull away,  a wide, smug grin on his face.
“God, you’re cute when you’re annoyed,” he beamed down at you. 
“Shut up, Barnes,” you blushed.
“Oh, don’t say that unless you’re going to take matters into your own hands, sweetheart,” he teased, his fingers gripping your waist tightly. His other hand held your jaw, his thumb tracing over your jaw and lips. Your lips parted to say something but you could not get the words out. “Oh right, I forgot, you’re only big and bad with your words, but when it comes to actions, I’ll beat you there, doll,” he smirked.
Shaking your head, you mumbled, “You’re a douche.”
“Well, I’m your douche now.. You’re stuck with me,” he hummed, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses down your jaw.
“I guess I can get used to it,” you breathed out. He pulled away abruptly at your words.
“y/n, don't you worry, we can practice all the time until you get used to me,” he winked, making you groan.
“Bucky,” you groaned, scrunching up your nose. 
“Oh, you didn’t think I would stop hitting on you like that just cause we’re together?” he laughed out, smirking.
“Oh, so we’re together?” you asked, raising your eyebrows.
“Damn right we are,” he said, smiling down at you while his hand rubbed the small of your back. “You showing up was your way of agreeing.”
“Well, you’re the one who said to take it slow or whatever the hell,” you scowled, remembering his exit last night.
“Uh, no I said not to rush into anything, aka, being together,” he stated in a ‘duh’ sort of tone. 
“Well, what if I didn’t want that?” you teased, wrapping your arms around his waist.
“Oh, that’s not an option. You want me,” he grinned, leaning down closer to you. “I won’t make you say it, but you do.”
“Shut up, Barnes,” you bit back the smile trying to come over you.
“Point proven,” he smirked, dipping his head down to press a gentle kiss to your lips. When he pulled away so quickly, you let out a small whine. “Oh you definitely want me,” he chuckled, his eyes gleaming with smugness.
“Fuck you,” you grumbled.
“I thought you said we couldn’t yet?”
“Bucky!” you exclaimed.
“What I mean you said we had to wait so I’m just-” Your hands clenched his shirt as you tugged him down to you, pressing your lips against his. Bucky pulled away, smirking down at you. “That’s my girl.”
a/n: idk if you guys are content with it ending here or you want me to continue?? just let me know <3
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bucketbbarnes · 3 days ago
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Smoke in the Sun Ch. 5
Firefighter!Bucky Barnes x FBI! Fem Reader
Fluff (flirty and bold Bucky, mutual pining) Angst (self-doubt, intrusive thoughts)
Warnings: language, intrusive thoughts
Word count: 4.6K
Summary: Reader is an FBI agent who is hunting a serial arsonist. After her partner is attacked, she returns home to lay low while working the case. When she gets home, she has to come face to face with her first love, and her ex boyfriend, Bucky Barnes, while hunting an increasingly aggressive unsub.
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The next five days in the hospital felt like they dragged on. The days were met with a similar routine, and the only thing that made them tolerable so that Y/N didn’t feel like she was dying of boredom was the daily visits with Bucky. Bucky was gaining strength back and was even able to convince the nurses to let him visit Y/N in her room occasionally. 
It was the early afternoon on Y/N’s sixth day in the hospital. Bucky and Y/N were playing an intense game of poker over the snacks Sam snuck in for them, and their jello from lunch in Y/N’s room. 
“I see your lime jello, and I’ll raise you two packs of fruit snacks.” Bucky’s poker face was strong. Y/N couldn’t tell if he was bluffing with his hand, but he had beaten her at every round they had played thus far. 
“James Barnes, these last two packs of fruit snacks are all I have left from the snacks Sam brought me. If you win these last few I swear to all that is holy I will end you.” Bucky let out a deep belly laugh. It was one of the few times she had heard it since returning home, and especially since they had been admitted to the hospital.
“Hey, you said you wanted me to teach you to play so you could, as you said, ‘run the table at the next firehouse poker night. I’m not going to let you off easy,” the smile on his lips was flirtatious, and charming in a way, but he was teasing her. “Ready to show your hand, Doll?”
Y/N nodded, trying to keep her best poker face, but her smile was creeping through. She was determined she had this hand in the bag. She flips her cards over on the lap tray. A royal flush. 2, 3, 4, 5, and 6 of diamonds. The grin she was sporting was strong now, any evidence of a poker face was long gone. Bucky hadn’t turned over his hand yet, but she had begun to take the pot of fruit snacks and jello. She happily opened up a pack and grabbed one to eat when Bucky cleared his throat. She looked at him confused, but he had this sly grin instead of the poker face he was sporting seconds ago.
Bucky turned over his cards to reveal a five of a kind. Four aces and a joker. He smiled at her, took the pack of fruit snacks she had opened and popped one into his mouth. Y/N’s mouth hit the floor. Bucky leaned back with a shit eating grin on his face and the sound of his laugh echoed around the room. 
“You tricked me! There’s no way you got that by sheer luck! You were counting cards weren’t you! When did the jokers get put in the deck anyway?” Y/N was trying not to smile. “My fruit snacks! You took my entire box of fruit snacks! James Barnes, when we get out of here you are buying me a new box!” Bucky gave the opened pack back to her only after eating a second gummy. 
“Doll, when all this is over, I’ll buy you whatever you want.” 
“Whatever, Buck,” she laughed and rolled her eyes. 
His smile was still evident on his face, “I’m serious. You want 500 boxes of fruit snacks, when we get out of here, say the words, they’re yours.”
“What if I want 501,” She said with playfulness in her voice
“Anything.” He leaned in close as he said that to Y/N his lips almost brushing against hers. She could feel his breath on her face, and she felt her heart freeze and butterflies in her stomach. While she was distracted by the bold move, she stared at his lips, only for a brief moment, but the thought was there, she could just lean in and do it. She could kiss him, just like how things used to be, but before she could act the moment was over, and Bucky had stolen another fruit snack from her. Grinning like a maniac that he pulled the move off. 
The pair laughed about it, but neither of them doubted that there was some romantic tension in the room, but again, neither of them would act on it. They had almost lost each other and they weren’t ready to have it be another situation of right people, wrong time. Whatever they had going on, it was sufficient for now. Both of them hoped that with a little more time, things would change.
“You know what,” Y/N said, finishing the opened pack of gummies that the two had been eating. “We can play a game that I will for sure beat you in.”
Bucky raised his eyebrows to look at Y/N. “Doll, I have beat you in every game we have played the past few days.”
“Well,” she said reshuffling the cards. “We haven’t played War, so get ready because I’m gonna kick your ass.” She said, beginning to deal out the deck. 
“You’re on.” Bucky scooted his chair closer to her, and the game began.
Surprisingly, of the three games they managed to play, Bucky only won one of them. They were getting ready to start their fourth, but two nurses came in to stop them. 
“Ms. Y/N, I’m here to take your stitches out and it’s time for James’s appointment downstairs with the physical therapist.” The two of them groaned like children being told recess is over. Bucky stood up from the chair he was inhabiting and they said their goodbyes, both of them smiling as they went their separate ways with Bucky’s nurse escorting him out.
The nurse that stayed behind for Y/N was lowering the sides of her bed in order to have better access to the stitches. Y/N had suddenly made the realization of what this had meant and spoke up. 
“Wait, if I’m getting my stitches out today, does that mean-” Her sentence trailed off before she could finish it, but her nurse knew what she was asking. 
“It does. Your security team already knows. We waited to tell you anything until we knew your ride was going to be ready to bring you to wherever you’re being moved to.” Her nurse answered without looking up, and had begun removing the stitches from Y/N’s leg. She removed the first set and spoke again. “You’re being discharged at 2 p.m. Once this is all done here, we are to bring you the discharge work, and then you become FBI jurisdiction, hun.” She began working on the second set of stitches. 
Y/N realized that she most likely wasn’t going to get to say goodbye to Bucky before they moved her. She looked at the clock on the wall near her T.V. The clock face displayed 1:30 p.m.. Y/N retreated to her thoughts while her nurse finished up. When her nurse had completed the removal, she asked the nurse to bring a blank sheet of paper along with the discharge papers. The nurse had a confused look on her face but agreed. 
Soon after, the nurse returned with what Y/N asked for and the discharge papers. Y/N began to fill them out, and then wrote a letter to Bucky so he would know they moved her while he was gone, and she would see him soon. She signed everything, and handed it back to the nurse, and asked that the note be left in Bucky’s room. Maria had entered the room just as she was finishing up. The nurse agreed and left promptly. 
“You ready to get out of here?” Maria’s professional tone that she had seen most of the week had disappeared and she was talking to Y/N as a partner, a friend. 
“Yeah, I guess so,” she stood up. Maria handed her a bag. Y/N paused looking at it before opening it.
“They’re clothes. I’m not letting you leave the hospital in just a gown. Steve packed them specifically as they are your favorite pants, and something about a hoodie you like. Go change,” Maria laughed lightly. Y/N opened up the bag and sure enough, her favorite sweats and the hoodie she had been wearing while Bucky was missing were neatly washed, and folded in the bag, a pair of tennis shoes underneath in their own bag. She quietly made her way into the bathroom to change. 
Upon emerging, Maria was talking to Daisy. There was a small duffle bag in Daisy’s hands. It was Y/N’s. The same duffle bag that she had picked up from Steve’s house weeks ago. 
“Figured you’d like to have some possessions now rather than later when we get to the house. Steve had prepared the bag like we told him to. Your phone and charger are in there as well we picked them up from the lap tray of your bed,” Maria said with a soft smile. Daisy handed the duffle bag to Y/N, and Maria stuck her head out of the room and said something to Sharon. 
Y/N looked at Maria when she came back inside. “I don’t get to say goodbye to any of them do I?”
“It’s easier this way,” Daisy chimed in. “I know it seems awful, but the fire house was told you were moved yesterday. James will find out later. It’s not a goodbye, but more of a see you soon, especially for James.You’ll see him in about a week.” She had a light smile. Y/N nodded, not really knowing what else to say. What else was there to say?
“She’s right,” Maria said softly.  “And it’s time to go.” She moved to open the door. She stood in front of Y/N leading her out of the room, Daisy and Sharon flanking behind. It felt like they were moving in slow motion with all eyes on the group as they left the floor and the hospital. They stayed in that formation down the hallway, to the elevators and out of the hospital until they reached the SUV at the driveway at the hospital entrance. Maria opened the door while Y/N climbed into the back seat, while Sharon moved to the driver’s seat, and Daisy to the passenger seat. 
The window was rolled down and Maria peeked her head in for Y/N. “It’ll be okay, Y/N. We are going to catch him. This will all be over soon. You have my word.” Y/N nodded. She had nothing really to say, because in reality, they had no idea how long this was going to be. It could be days, it could be months, or even years. She was hoping for a shorter time so she could go back to living life again. “Oh, and when you get to the safe house, there will be a note on the table near the door that has the steps to book an appointment with the Bureau psychologist. Don’t forget that the Bureau is requiring that for you.” Y/N nodded again. Maria leaned back from the interior of the car, and Sharon rolled up the window. The car started, and soon they were off to the safe house. 
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The car ride felt excruciatingly long, but was only about three hours in length. The journey consisted of a lot of backroads and uninhabited roads through small towns. The scenery was beautiful. The long winding roads with trees lining the sides looked like something out of a movie, with the first signs of autumn appearing on the leaves. It was at this moment, Y/N realized how much she felt like she had missed. She had spent months trying to find the arsonist, and now she’d found him, and he was trying to make her life miserable. Even if Maria caught Rumlow tomorrow, she would have to live with this for the rest of her life. The guilt for putting her loved ones in harm’s way. The guilt for being the reason Bucky lost his arm. There would always be another unsub to catch, and there would always be another Rumlow. Is that how she wanted to spend the rest of her time in the FBI? Hunting people who could retaliate as easily as Rumlow had? Watching her loved ones get hurt again? 
Y/N felt a tightening in her chest with the thoughts racing through her mind. She knew she didn’t want to leave the FBI, but these intrusive thoughts were plaguing her dream job and giving it nightmarish features. Her thoughts were cut short by the door to her right opening. Daisy had opened her door. Y/N must have looked startled because Daisy began to apologize, but announced they had arrived. She picked up her duffle bag, and made her way outside. 
Once out of the SUV, Y/N took in the scenery around her. A modest-looking cabin surrounded by treeline. A flower garden behind the house, just before the trees. And a gravel road leading as far as she could see. She listened and heard no busy roads or other cars, and knew that they had to be secluded enough from the main road that no one would disturb them or try to come all the way out here. She could hear crickets chirping, and birds in the distance. It was peaceful. Quiet. It felt as though she was in a different world. It was a stark contrast from the lights and sounds of Albany, and even quieter than her hometown. 
Sharon dug into her pocket and presented Y/N with a single key. “Here,” she said, placing it in Y/N’s hand. “This is to unlock the door. Lock the door behind you. Maria made sure the place was stocked before we got here. Anything you need is inside.” Y/N nodded. She took the key and made her way to the door. Daisy following her in. 
The inside of the house was beautiful. The decorations accentuated the idea of staying in a cabin, but with a more luxurious twist. The living room had ivory colored walls and a dark hardwood floor, with a grey couch and matching lounge chairs. Large windows to the back wall allowed for a full view to the flowers leading up to the woods. Facing the couch, there was a brick fireplace, with a T.V. mounted to the wall above it and a dark wood coffee table rested between them. To the left of the living room was the kitchen, it was fairly large with enough space to be able to comfortably spread out when it came to cooking. Y/N took in the atmosphere thinking of it more as a vacation home than her protective order safe haven. 
“So I know this is a lot,” Daisy began. “But there are two bedrooms and two bathrooms in here.” Y/N turned to face Daisy. “As you can see, there are two hallways on both sides of the fireplace. The right one leads to your bedroom and bathroom. Any stuff Steve collected for you besides the duffle you have right now is in there. The hall to the left leads to Bucky’s. The hallways, as you can see, extend down a little further and connect to a sunroom lounge with a firepit. If you need anything, all of our numbers are on the table by the door. It would be best to put them all in your phone. Sharon and I will be outside keeping watch if you need us.” Y/N nodded again. She wasn’t really sure of what to say since she was still taking in her surroundings but she set her duffle down on the couch. She thanked Daisy as she made her way to the door. After Daisy crossed the threshold to return to the car, Y/N locked the door. There were multiple locks, and she at first debated locking all of them, but the anxiety of Rumlow finding her made her decide it wasn’t a risk she was willing to take. She proceeded to lock them all. 
Y/N turned back around, back pressed against the door and took a deep breath. Whether the breath she had let out was of relief or stress she couldn’t tell. She looked to the table next to the door, and as Maria and Daisy said, there was a sheet of paper with phone numbers and the steps to make her appointment with the psychologist. She groaned thinking about it. She pushed herself off the door and made her way to pick up her bag and find her room. 
She walked down the hall and found her room and the connected bathroom. The walls were a muted light blue-grey color, and the room was modern but simplistic. The queen-sized bed was a soft louis blue, and the pillows decorating it were shades of blues and greys to pull the room together. There was a desk up against the windows that had a view extending over the front yard. The dark brown stain somehow matched the room’s aesthetic, despite the contrasting color, and the nightstands on either side of the bed were a perfect color match to the desk. The floor was a grey carpet that was thick and soft under her shoes. The bathroom had a similar color scheme, with dark brown cabinets and light blue walls. She entered the bathroom and took a long look at herself in the mirror. She saw her dark circles, they were worse than she had imagined. She was blaming them on the nurses coming in every hour, but in reality it was because she couldn’t sleep. Every time she closed her eyes, she was back in that barn, but each time, she couldn’t save Bucky and she was forced to watch the light leave those icy blue eyes every single time.
Her hair was greasy. She wanted nothing more than a hot shower to wash away all the tension she was holding in her shoulders. She noticed that there were toiletries already unpacked for her to use including shower supplies and a toothbrush and new toothpaste. She moved back to the bedroom to begin unpacking the duffle she came in with. Placing her laptop on the desk and plugging it into the outlet nearby. She plugged her phone in leaving it to charge on the nightstand, and began to familiarize herself with the room. Y/N noted where Maria had put her clothes, her shoes, and simple things like where the outlets were if she needed them. She knew that this was going to be where she stayed for a while, but she felt like she was living in a space that wasn’t hers. This wasn’t her room, this wasn’t how she would set it up, and this wasn’t a color scheme she’d choose. This wasn’t her life, but it was the life she had to live for now. 
After she had the few things in the duffle bag unpacked, she made a beeline for her shower. She closed the door to the ensuite behind her and turned on the water. As steam began to envelope the room, she began to strip her clothing. The water hitting her skin was a temporary break from the stress and sudden changes she experienced today and she began to wash her hair and body. It was going to be another rough adjustment. She was thinking about everything from the past few weeks and didn’t even realize that she had begun crying. She was letting the water wash over her body as she just let out all of the emotions she had been holding in since Bucky was taken by Rumlow. It was refreshing to let it all out, but it was still eating at her insides. She still felt as though it was all her fault. She stayed in the shower until the water ran cold. Finally stepping out and wrapping herself in a towel that she grabbed from the cabinet above the toilet, she made her way to get dressed in something comfortable, deciding that the only thing to fulfill that need was Bucky’s hoodie. 
Y/N sat there for a moment after putting Bucky’s hoodie on, just zoning out for a while. When she spaced back in, she realized it was now dark outside, and she debated crawling into bed and just laying there until sleep overtook her, but her stomach protested. She groaned while getting up from her spot in the bed and made her way into the kitchen to find something to eat. She was surprised at how well the kitchen was stocked. She remembered making a list of groceries but nothing to this scale. There were plenty of non-perishable foods in the pantry, and when she checked the fridge and freezer, she was pleasantly surprised with the supplies inside. She moseyed back to the panty and settled on something simple. Ramen. A staple when wanting food but putting in no effort into making it. To be extra lazy, she just put the noodles in a glass bowl with some water and popped it into the microwave setting the timer for three and a half minutes.  She grabbed her noodles from the microwave when the timer sounded, added the seasoning then grabbed a glass and filled it with ice and water from the freezer door and made herself comfy on the couch to eat. 
Y/N’s mind was still racing as she ate the shower did little to settle her thoughts. There was so much going on in her head at once and it all felt so loud. She had her empty bowl in her lap as she stared at the door and the adjacent table, thinking about how quiet it was here. There were no interruptions from hospital staff, no heart monitors, no crappy soap operas to make fun of, although she could try to find them on the T.V. in the living room if she really wanted to. Y/N had no intention to move from her spot on the couch, but had the sudden urge to go pick up that paper on the table. She marched over to the table and just stared at the paper for a few moments, as though the words on the page would change into something new. 
Picking up the paper, she felt another rush of emotion, knowing she was going to have to talk to someone about how she was feeling, but frankly, she couldn’t describe it if she tried to. She was angry, upset, confused, and at the same time, void of all emotion. Her mind felt like a tumultuous storm on the ocean and nothing would settle it. Maybe that’s why they insisted she had these weekly meetings. Or maybe it was to tell her she was being irrational. Y/N threw her head back and sighed. She went back to her dishes she had set on the coffee table when she got up. She picked them up and placed them in the sink. 
Those are tomorrow’s problem, I have bigger things to deal with than a couple of dishes. She thought to herself. She took that paper with her back to her room, turning the lights off in the living room and kitchen as she left. 
Once back in the comfort of her new room, she shut the door behind her while sighing. She plopped down at the desk, opened her computer and began the process of scheduling her appointment. Y/N felt a sense of dread when it came time to choosing a date and time. She was going to have to open up and be vulnerable. She kept trying to convince herself that it was all for the better, and it would be good for her to vent about the dumpster fire that was happening in her mind but something just kept making her wish she didn’t have to. She pulled up the calendar in the bottom corner of her computer to pick a day. It wasn’t like she had much going on, but it helped to visualize. 
Y/N contemplated the days suggesting and shooting down her own ideas quietly to herself. After some time, she finally settled on Friday’s at 10 a.m. as a good way to round off the week and to keep in mind things talked about in the meetings over the weekend and to work on them during the following week. She checked the little box to signify to keep the same date and time for every appointment and after she hit the submit button on the schedule planner she waited for the confirmation email before slamming the laptop shut. It was only after she closed her laptop that she realized that today was Thursday. Her first appointment was tomorrow morning. Y/N shut her eyes and rubbed her face with her hands, and then moved to rubbing her temples in circular motions, all the while mentally kicking herself for not thinking her scheduling through very well. 
Y/N stood up and made her way back to her new bed. She checked the time on her phone. 8:10. It was too early to go to bed, but all she wanted to do was do nothing. Y/N climbed under the covers realizing how thick the comforter was, but it was nice. It felt almost like a weighted blanket. It was a nice comfort. She grabbed her phone and with no hesitation went to her contacts, opened Bucky’s contacts and pressed dial. 
The line rang only twice before Bucky picked up. “Doll? Is everything okay?” Y/N could sense his concern. She imagined he had his eyebrows scrunched, eyes clouding with worry. 
“Yeah, I’m okay,” Y/N said softly. There was a soft smile on her lips. “I just missed you. I didn’t get to see you before, you know…” Her sentence trailed off, but Bucky knew what she was talking about. “The house is beautiful,” she spoke again. “Not how I would have decorated it, but I still wish you could be here to see it.”
“Soon,” he said reassuringly. “Then, we can play all the games of poker you want. You can win all your snacks back.” Both of them laughed. Bucky spoke again. “You sure you’re alright? You sound tired. You should get some sleep.” His tone was endearing. Bucky cared for her so much, he wished he could be there with her now. He knew Y/N was perfectly capable of taking care of herself and most likely didn’t need anything, but he still wanted to be there to support her. 
“I am,” she said, yawning. “But I can’t bring my body to fall asleep.” A soft chuckle escaped her. Bucky insisted that he stay on the phone until Y/N fell asleep, but Y/N assured him that wasn’t necessary. She knew with everything that happened today, her sleep would be little, if she had any at all. Bucky knew there was no point in arguing with her. They stayed on the phone until Bucky could hear Y/N’s drowsiness begin to take over, and then told her goodnight, and that he would see her soon. 
Y/N could barely keep her eyes open by the end of the call, and for the first time in a while, she didn’t think about waking up with a nightmare in the middle of the night. She drifted off to sleep thinking about Bucky and how much she loved him. She was going to tell him one day that she never stopped loving him, and that he was a fool for breaking up with her, because she wasn’t going to go anywhere this time. She drifted off to sleep with a soft smile on her features and fond memories of her relationship replaying in her mind.
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goodcleanfunsis · 4 days ago
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imaginedreamwrite · 4 days ago
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Everything Has Changed: Part 12
A/N: Smut in this chapter. Please don’t read if you’re not comfortable reading smut
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The door smacked against the wall with a heavy thud, the knob threatening to crack the drywall, though neither one of you was too worried about the damage it may have caused. Steve held you firmly in his arms, able to balance you by his hands cupping your ass alone, freeing you to tug on the hairs at the back of his neck while your lips were attached.
The garnished passion between you two was rising exponentially, the warmth in your belly growing with intensity as Steve took one step and then another toward the bedroom in his suite. There were no words that had to be said, the action alone spoke volume.
Your date had went incredibly well, with the two of you enjoying the aquarium to yourselves. You would tell Steve stories about your parents, what they would teach you whenever they brought you here, how scared you were to touch the sting ray as a child, pushing Peter into a shallow touchable exhibit.
You ended the aquarium portion of the date with the taste of wine on your tongue and Steve’s hands teasing your flesh with the simple strokes of his thumb back and forth.
“Steve,” you moaned his name when he dropped you onto the massive and luxurious bed, your head hitting the pillow in the centre at the top, “I want you to mark me.”
The look in his blue-green eyes was breathtaking and exhilarating, it had sent an electric shock straight through you to the apex between your thighs.
If you weren’t wet before, if you weren’t soaking wet and completely drenched, then the look on Steve’s face now would’ve done it.
The look on his face and the way his lips were tugged into a smirk, the way his dress shirt hugged his biceps and his chest, accentuated the strength in his shoulders, all added to the causality of you being so damn horny snd ready for the alpha in the room.
You felt like prey, trapped against the bed by his stare alone, by his sheer will alone. It was as if there invisible cuffs or ties keeping you held down, available for him to consume.
“Do you, omega?” He teased, trailing his hand against the bed, his fingertips barely grazing against your body as he spoke, his eyes raking you up and down. “What do you want?”
You were trapped in your own throat, unable to breathe let alone garner the ability to speak. You were already at an all time high, already getting driven to the point of no return and you weren’t even undressed.
“I want you,” your voice was a whine as your fingers moved to the straps of your dress, slowly pulling the soft material down your shoulders.
“I know you do.” Steve hovered over you, helping you pull your straps down your shoulders, however he hadn’t stopped there. He grabbed the front of your dress and gave it a quick tug, pulling the neckline of the dress down over your strapless bra and even further yet to your stomach. As you lay partially exposed, your chest rose and fell quickly, your nipples hardening under his gaze and his fingertips as he stroked your peaks through your bra. He tweaked and lightly pulled at your hard numb through the material of your bra, luring whines and moans from your mouth.
“Poor ‘mega.” Steve crooned, slipping his hand behind your back, grabbing the back straps of your bra and effortlessly twisting it to unhook the eyes, allowed the bra to fall free. As it fell, it was removed and tossed aside, before he descended upon you and graced your body with his tongue.
The first stroke of his tongue on your hardened nipple had ripped another rhythmic set of whines and moans at the pleasure he was giving you. Your back arched and your hands flew to his shoulders, fingers digging into him as you pulled him closer.
When you had slept with Bucky, it was heat and rut fevered that begged for ruthlessness to cut through the fire that would consume you both.
This was another fire that was burning hot, however this wasn’t as all consuming and smothering.
“Steve,” you lift your hips and rubbed your thighs together, the baser part of you begging internally to be filled, “I need you.”
He pulled his mouth off your nipple with a loud pop, small saliva beads rolling down his chin. He lift his hand and wiped the saliva from his chin, and drew his attention further down your body to your thighs where you were rubbing your thighs together.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart.” Steve grabbed the right and left side of your dress and slowly shimmied it down your stomach, hips and thighs, tossing it behind him haphazardly as it slipped from your legs.
With yourself almost completely bare, it had only made sense for Steve to start kissing a trail down from your collar bone, between the valley of your breasts and to the start of your abdomen.
As his lips met your stomach, butterflies burst in your belly as you were hit with new overwhelming sensations that extended beyond just lust and eroticism. These new sensations that grappled with the deeply intensive feelings of future love and future commitment.
The gentleness behind this act of affection was all Steve Rogers; the man stealing your breath and your heart. And every stroke of his plump lips against your goosebump flesh was another mewl, another vocal sound of your pleasant approval.
“You’re gorgeous, Y/N.” his fingertips stroked your hip bones, in time with his kisses to your stomach. Every softly spoken word was matched with soft touches that furthered you toward a place of inescapable want and need.
“Please,” you whimpered, reaching for Steve’s idle hand, “please I’m going…I need…”
He slipped his hand off your hip and placed a finger against your lips, quieting your whimpers and your pleas. After a moment, he shifted his position on the bed before he slid a hand between your thighs and gently spread your legs.
His arms quickly became the borders in which you were trapped, his blue-green eyes holding you captive. He was a man of pure muscle, a man of such strength and capabilities who had shown such mercy and tenderness. He was an alpha who was in the top tier, along with Bucky, yet he had shown you such gentleness.
Both of them had.
“I’ll give you what you need.” Steve lowered himself down, releasing you from the barricade of his arms. “I know what you need.”
He started another trail of his lips on your abdomen, only this trail had extended down past your belly button to your inner thighs. Steve had quickly hooked his hand around your thighs to yank you closer while simultaneously keeping your legs spread.
He dipped his head and nipped at the skin of your inner thighs, bringing another round of shiver and shudders. You had shift from one to the other, then you were hit with the immense feeling of Steve’s tongue brushing against your dripping, throbbing pussy lips.
Your hands shot to the sheets to grab them with all your light, your head thrown back as strangled shrieks left your throat. He had simply lapped at your swollen lips like a dog taking to water, yet you were losing your mind.
Such a simple act shouldn’t have warranted such a reaction, however Steve was talented with his tongue.
He had so easily lapped at your juices and played with your clit like it was his second nature, like he had been an expert all his life.
“Steve!” You shrieked, bucking your hips against his mouth, nearly grinding your cunt against his face as your internal pleasure well was about to overflow. “Shiiit!”
He held you down and changed his tactic, using his tongue lick and lap at your clit while two of his fingers slipped inside your awaiting cunt.
He was driving the heat in your belly, your pleasure further than it had ever been, save for when you were with Bucky. Ever higher he pushed, ever more he demanded until…
“Fuck!” You grit your teeth and arched your back, the sound of your orgasm bouncing off the walls of his room. It was a tidal wave of ethereal pleasure that made your mind go blank and your eyes water from the intensity.
“Keep riding that high.” Steve had kissed you passionately, mumbling against your lips while he pushed the head of his thick, seeping coco into your cunt.
You weren’t aware of when or how he had removed his clothes so quickly, and it don’t matter.
You were split apart by one of your alpha’s his thick, being cock stretching you just as Bucky had. Only, given the circumstances, Steve was being more tender than Bucky because you weren’t in your heat and he wasn’t in his rut.
“Feel good?” He questioned, whispering in your ear as he pushed his cock further into your pussy. When he had bottomed out, you were sure the tip of his cock had touched your cervix, the seeping tip twitching in your heat.
“God,” you groaned and pushed your hips toward him, “yes! It feel so good!”
His thrusts started slow, his intentions to take his time with you. However, when you had hooked a leg around his waist Steve’s thrusts had picked up.
He fucked against you, he filled you with his cock only to pull out snd slam back into you. It was pleasurable, viscous cycle that left you with no other thought process other than how good you felt.
“I’m going to mark you,” Steve grunt into your neck, “I’m going to mark you as my little omega.”
His lips grazed against the portion of your neck that had yet to be marked. With his kisses becoming more like hips, you turned your head to the side to give him more access.
“I’m ready.” You spoke your confirmation.
Steve pulled out and slammed back in again, drawing small squeaky noises from your lips. “Please just-“
A startled scream drowned out the sound of the bed creaking, causing Steve to double down.
He had bit you and marked you as his, the act that would seal you completely to Steve and Bucky.
“Good girl,” Steve whispered into your ear, “good omega. You’re so good.”
He whispered and spoke endless affirmations and words of love and affection, while came again on his cock.
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shadow-dixon · 4 days ago
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Y/N : So , I kind of like someone. I don't want to tell you because-
Tony : Just rip the bandage off, it cant be that bad.
Y/N : It's Bucky.
Tony : If you don't put the bandage back on, RIGHT FUCKING NOW-
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imaginedreamwrite · 4 days ago
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A Rose And A Bullet: Part 1
“Tell me everything.” Two men sat before you, one in an official investigations vest while the other was in street clothes, much like yourself except your street clothes were much more finessed.
“Y/N L/N, aged 24. I was born and raised in the Midwest, though I moved to Boston for my university studies where I studied education to become an elementary teacher however because I’m a recent graduate, I do not yet have a job.” You spoke the details of your, half faked, life story that would have gotten you to this point.
“I have never visited New York City, I was completely unaware of the Barnes family or their reputation, until a friend of a friend had entered me in the running to compete for the right to become the next Mrs. Barnes.”
“You’ll be alone in there.” The man in the street clothes handed you a new cellphone, one which was newer than your own and had been heavily encrypted and firewall protected. “And the next time we speak may not be for a while.”
You turned the phone on and started going through the contacts, the pictures and the social media platforms that had been crafted to fit this person you were going to be embracing.
If anyone was suspicious of your name or your position in the estate, a google search would only pull up what they would allow. Through a carefully crafted ghost screen on popular search engines, your true career and life was hidden.
All they could find was the carefully crafted life that would get you in.
“I understand.” You slipped the phone into the tight fitting skinny jeans the stylists had put you in.
“You’ll have no weapons and you should be prepared to be searched, as well as your bags.” Clint, the officer in street clothing had spoken.
“So I assume there will be no wire?” You questioned, adjusting the cable kit sweater they’d paired with your skinny jeans, a matched outfit which was topped off by a wool beret.
“You’ll basically be going in blind,” Clint explained, before he reached for a long black box, “except for the big built into the charm.”
You opened the box and pulled out the necklace within, the silver chain fairly short and clearly well made. On the front of the necklace was a small lily with a light blue gem set in the middle.
“Lilies are some of my favourite flowers.” You turned the charm over, studying the seamless craftsmanship of the charm. “What’s the gemstone for?”
“Barnes was born in March, that gemstone in aquamarine.” Clint wait until you had the necklace around your neck before he had activated the device.
“It’s working.” The other man, the one in the official investigations jacket had confirmed.
“Thanks for the obvious, Ross.” Clint snipped. “You’d think this was my first day in the field.”
The two agents clearly didn’t get along, with both of them butting heads through the little comments thrown at each other. While Ross was older, made known by his greyed hair and the wrinkles around his eyes and the corners of his mouth, he wasn’t by any means appearing as if he was going to retire.
“Are you ready?” Clint, a man younger than Ross by probably 5-10 years based off his dark blonde hair that had yet to show few grey hairs, though you supposed he could have dyed it.
“I’m ready.” You confirmed by opening the door of the specially designed SUV, and stepped out. As you came to stand on the gravel beside the SUV, you took a glance at the heels they’d styled for you.
While you were not one to wear heels normally, you couldn’t deny how comfortable these heels were. With a rather thick and wide base of the foot, your weight was distributed within the shoes quite well, even if the heel was quite a lot taller than you were used to.
“There’s the limo. Your bags are already in the back. By the time you get there, you’ll be the last to arrive.” Clint informed you, giving you a few moments to gather yourself before he sent you on your way.
“Good luck, officer.” Clint nod his head, waiting until you were halfway into the limo before he entered back into the SUV, closing the door behind him.
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The estate itself was massive, with the main house being the largest building on the massive property that boasted three different guest houses, two unground pools by the main house, and a private beach by a private lake that had a massive dock and resting canoes nearby.
On your approach to the security gate, you’d realized that you were the last to arrive, but still on time. From the other side of the security gate, you could see some of the other 19 women milling around and a majority of the ones you saw were far more dressed up than you were.
The stylists that were responsible for creating an image that would stand out against the hoard of women you were supposed to be competing against, had certainly created an image for you that stood out.
But perhaps not in the best way.
The others wore a variety of dresses or skirts that were all fabulous looking, every last one of them looked as if they had been pulled out of high class boutiques in LA. The women themselves had matched the fancy and sophisticated style of clothes they wore, with their makeup flawless and their hair perfect.
Of the women in the event, the first meeting, there were only two others wearing jeans in the same manner as you. Only instead of a cable knit sweater and heels, they wore crop tops with frills and flowers, and heels that were high enough to roll your ankle or break it, if you were clumsier on your feet.
Once you got through security, and had been informed that your bags would be taken to your room, one of the 10 in the main house set aside for some of the women, you slipped through the gate that led to the back garden.
Though you still had to walk around the side of the house to get to the garden, you could hear bubbling laughter and quiet music and muddled chatter, which made it hard to pick up on any specific conversations that may have been said.
However when you stepped around the corner, more than a few eyes had come to rest on you and more than a few conversations had died. You stopped where you stood, held there by their scrutinizing gazes that had burned holes into you.
They were all beautiful, and despite what you had accomplished since graduating high school and from the academy, you still felt like the awkward kid the popular girls liked to tease relentlessly in school. You’d come so far past that point, and you knew that, yet you felt like the ugly duckling again. Those feelings of inferiority and self-consciousness that plagued you from the moment you could be aware of it to the moment you thought you’d overcome it, came rushing back.
“Hi.” You smiled small, moving through the small crowd of women to the bar set up near the first of two pools.
You stepped up to the bar and ordered yourself a beer, drumming your fingers against the bar top, feeling their stares.
When the bartender had set your beer down, on a coaster, you reached for it and wrapped your hand around the glass and turned, studying them just how they were studying you. There was an even mix of women with all different skin colours and backgrounds, each of them unique and breathtaking in their own way. Of the women that were closest to you, two of them had thick and tight curls that fell down their backs. Both women wore dresses, though the two dresses couldn’t have been more different, with one being forming fitting and coloured like an eggplant, while the other was a dusty rose coloured maxi dress with delicate flowers painting across the material.
You turned your attention away from the two women nearest to you, and focused your gaze on the house itself. The patio door was shut tight, yet you knew that the man of the hour was in there somewhere. You knew that he would be making his debut to the company of ladies waiting for him, and once had emerged, the competition would begin and so would your real task.
You wait out the few short minutes by sipping on your beer, although when the doors opened and the man himself started making his way from the main house into the garden, your attention was fixated solely on him.
While you had certainly seen Bucky Barnes before through social media posts and in the precinct as a man who needed to be targeted, there was something surreal about seeing him in the flesh.
Something surreal and breathtaking.
The man was gorgeous, that was an undeniable fact. The man had these electric blue eyes and long dark lashes that framed them, and with the combination you were sure that many women had fallen prey to his machinations.
Only now, his charm and charisma would lead to an eventual engagement and marriage in order for him to inherit the family business.
He was looking for a wife to stand by his side who would also mother his future children.
You were looking for a way to bring him down in order to alleviate your career.
It would be anyone’s game, anyone’s victory however you were hoping for yours.
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deexchanel · 4 days ago
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𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.
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This is my master list for one-shots.
I am open to requests!
Most of these one-shots will be fluff and angst but I will write smut if wanted.
(*) stands for smut!
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Steve Rogers
Marriage (a request)
*Your Wife.
Captain America is always busy.
Baby (Pt. 2)
*I'm not insecure
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Bucky Barnes
Jealous Bucky.
When he cheats
Remember me?
Charmaine ( Part 1, Part 2, Part 3)
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Sebastian Stan
Pretty girl( Part 1,)
My video edits! Please check them out if you don't mind.
Peter Parker
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