#i just refuse to let go of his winter soldier side :

[winterarmyy]

My Person

A series of random Bucky Drabbles that I can't let go but don't have the brain to make the whole complete plot of.

Summary: In which Sam's question forces Bucky to reveal his true feelings to his so called "friend", Y/N.

Pairing: tfatws!bucky x female!reader

Words: 3.2k++

Warnings: 18+ content, no minors allowed, nsfw, fluff, wee bit of angst, bucky is so adorable in this I WANT HIM SO BAD, also he is a bit feral. I feel like he can be more feral than this but you know, he doesn't wanna scare her away lol. This is just a result from surge of need so might not be too much of plot but I hope you enjoy your reading, anyway.

Inspiration: This post right here by @black-cat-2

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Sam took notice on every single crooks and corners as he followed Bucky's dragging footsteps from behind. It wasn't that he didn't want to help him but Bucky refused the offer right on the bat, saying that the serum will fix him up sooner or later.

The aftermath of their final battle with the flagsmasher was chaotic to say the least. With the splitting sides of public opinions of the new Captain America and the whispers about how the former winter soldier saved a bunch of civilian tonight had been the talk of the town.

But both Sam and Bucky decided not to think of it too much,  especially when both were exhausted from the fight. Not to mention Bucky was injured. Although Sam knew damn well that the soldier can managed himself to a hotel to rest for the night like he always does, but as a worried friend, or rather a babysitter some would say, he insisted to accompany Bucky all the way through.

And Bucky was not in the mood to argue; Sam is as equally stubborn as Steve used to be, so he let the man do whatever he wants.

It was clear Sam was suspicious of where the hell did this terminator brought him to, but mostly he was curious. He thought he would just accompany him to the nearest hotel but nope. After taking an Uber, the next thing he knew, Bucky was leading him into this apartment building, that was obviously not his.

"Last time I checked your apartment was in Brooklyn. When did you get a place here?" Sam asked as Bucky stopped at one of the identical looking doors.

"It's not mine" Bucky replied truthfully as he removed the glove from his fleshed hand and pressed his thumb at the top of the door handle.

Sam eyed him with a look on his face when he sassed at him, "Said the guy who is currently unlocking the doors with his fingerprint."

Bucky simply rolled his eyes before the chiming sound alerts that the door was unlocked. Bucky opened the door to let Sam inside before he himself got in after him. "Seriously, man. If I knew you can afford having two apartments I would've asked you to pay for tonight's dinner. That's the least you can do..." Sam's words died as his eyes scanned the apartment.

Whatever he was expecting the apartment to look like, it was far from it. He surely was not expecting the place to be fully decorated with complete set of furniture in every area of the room. Whether it is the living room area, or the huge kitchen that was also equipped with built-in oven.

Even with the lack of light, Sam could see the color pallette on the walls were definitely not what Bucky would go for. The sentimetal trinkets on the shelves, the sweet fragrant of the scented candles; everything was the very opposite of what Bucky's apartment in Brooklyn looks like, feels like.

This, it felt like home. Warm and inviting. Quiet and serene.

"You know what? I take that back. Whose house have you broke us into?" Sam asked, almost in awe rather than shocked, "I know for a fact that this ain't your house."

Bucky huffed a heavy breath as he remove his tactical gears, "I didn't say it was mine, remember? Or flying with the pigeons in the sky had made you forgot how to undertand human language?" there was an unfiltered sarcasm in his tone that didn't go unnoticed by Sam.

So obviously he got defensive and unknowingly increase his volume as he countered, "Woah woah, that was uncalled for. And for your information pigeons can't fly as fast a my wings, and rest assured that I--"

Bucky swiftly stomped towards him, eyes wide almost in anger, while his metal hand reached to cover Sam's mouth, "Can you shut the fuck up, she's probably asleep and your noisy ass will wake--"

"Bucky?" A tiny yet groggy voice interrupted the conversation causing both of them to turn their attention to the source. The figure peeped itself from the bedroom, her uncertainty made it that only half of her body was revealed through the doorway.

Her squinting eyes indicates how recent she was woken up from her sleep and Bucky flashed a quick glared at Sam for that. Sam simply shrug with his hands the air as a response. He was still confused who is this woman and why were they in her house.

Bucky's tight features softens as he called for her, "Hey, babydoll. What are you doing up?"

Recognizing that voice anywhere her feet made her way to him, "Heard some noises." She answered shortly as her knuckles find her eyes and rubbed it lightly. The closer she gets, the clearer Bucky can see the dark circles under her eyes, signifying how much she was lacking of sleep.

His heart squeeze a little at the sight, "M'sorry, sweetheart." it was as if their bodies were magnets that they naturally found each other. Bucky opened his arms wide for her to find her rightful place in his embrace.

"It's okay" she mumbled against his sturdy chest. "Welcome home." She continued.

You'd be surprise to know how much the former winter soldier absolutely adore the feeling of her lips moving against his skin. Even if it was blocked by the fabric of his shirt. It always felt good and he swore he could not get enough of it.

Bucky leaned down on top of her head, inhaling the strawberry yogurt scent of her shampooed hair, "Yes. I am home, indeed." His hugged got tighter, crushing her just enough to make those pretty little sounds slipped her from lips.

Strings of hushed moan kept purring in her throat when Bucky lightly swayed her from side to side; his fleshed hand drawing invisible circles on the back of her waist, while his metal hand gently squeeze the back of her neck.

If she let him pamper her more than this, they'd probably forget that Sam was in the room. Unabashedly had his mouth agape at the sight in front of him. He was not sure whether he wanted to look away or to continue staring because no amount of explanation will suffice to answer his questions.

Peeking from Bucky's shoulder, she smiled warmly as she finally acknowledge the unexpected guest, "You must be Sam. I've heard a lot about you."

She tried to wiggle an escape from Bucky arms, but it was no avail; he was not planning to let her go any time soon. She ended up dragging the enormous koala bear who was stuck on her back as she offered Sam a handshake, introducing herself.

"Good things I hope." Sam took her hand and lightly shake it as she replied, "Of course." As much as he wanted to keep his eye contact with her, it was extremely hard when the grumpy super soldier that he knew was basically melting in crook of her neck.

"I don't want to be rude but the two of you are..." Sam purposely left his words hanging, hoping that one of them would finish the sentence before he let out his assumption, however both of them remained silent. The woman was blinking at him confused, while Bucky was practically still drooling over the her.

"...Lovers?" Sam ended his sentence with an uncertain tone.

Both of them went rigid to the question but before Bucky could say anything, she answered first, "No!" She almost shouted, taking a deep breath before she rephrase her answer, "No. I mean yes. We're not... like that."

"So, you guys are friends then?" Sam quirked an eyebrow to her answer, and seeing Bucky's silence, he guessed that the super soldier might liked her more than just 'friends'.

"Yup, we are. We first met when Bucky was on the run from Hydra, before you guys found him. It's a long story, really." And by the time she explained the shorten version of their story, Bucky finally drifted his attention to Sam, a deep frown decorated his brows as he was mentally asking, "How much longer are you going to stand there? Get the fuck out."

Sam should be offended by his silent orders but considering he came in the middle of the night, uninvited, he realized that he should leave them be,"Then, let that be a reason for us to meet again. You can tell me all about this meet-cute of yours later. I don't want to keep you away from him any longer. Especially when he is staring daggers at me."

She lightly tapped on Bucky's arms, and quick frown at him followed after as she non-verbally asking him stop glaring at Sam. Needless to say, Sam removed himself from the scene after they, or rather she, bid him goodbye.

As soon as the doors closed, Bucky has her back pressed against the door, wasting no time than to capture her lips. A gasped from her made it easy for him to slip his tongue inside. He kissed her slow yet so hungrily as if he was starved of the taste of her sweet mouth against his.

Bucky broke the kiss momentarily just to whisper, "I missed you so much, babydoll." With his thigh in between her legs, he guided her clothed core to slowly hump against him. "Missed you, too." Her beautiful moans only encourage his cock to swell even more than it already was.

Breaking the kiss, Bucky let her catch a breath as his glazed eyes adored her soft features. He still remembered the day when he first met her.  When he escaped from Hydra's control, he was determined to keep his life down low. Don't attract to much attention, follow the schedule and stick to rules.

And his schedule was never interesting, it was always:

- write his journal entry

- find/do odd and non-permenant jobs for money

- grocery shopping and cooking

- watch the news

- and mostly just stay at home

Obviously, Bucky knows how to use the internet and all those modern devices that they have nowadays, but he never understand them; the 'social media' and the 'viral' things were never really appealing to him. So one day he decided to pay a visit to a small local library; hoping to find fimiliar solace in books instead.

What are the odds that both of them reach for the same book at the same time? After the multiple exchange of: 'Oh, I'm sorry, here take it.' 'No, you take.' 'No, please I insist.' They ended up meeting on a common ground; making a decision to sit down and read together. Turns out, spending a few hours with her at the library was the most peace he had since forever.

Bucky had a strict routine and rules. But the moment she asked him if he want to spend more time with her while she was there, he was ready to break all of it. And he did; for 7 days straight.

She was his first sense of freedom. His first choice in life.

Though, back then he was on a run, for presumably a lifetime, while she was on business trip for a week. So, they lost contact after that, especially when Bucky was running around with the Avengers and fighting aliens, but fate seemed to be on their side when they were reunited again in New York.

It's a miracle that she even recognized him. Little did he knew, he wasn't the only one who got hooked on the first few hours of that reading session had.

Though, he was extremely grateful that she reach out the moment she recognized him; no hesitant, no doubt. Just a confident and cheerful shout of his name in middle of the park that he walks through everyday.

The first thing that came out from her mouth after calling out his name was a compliment of his new hair cut and how she can see his beautiful eyes more clearer now. And that alone had made Bucky absolutely red in blush.

Weeks after that, she often joined him with his daily walk, making it their routine instead of just his. And months into this newly founded 'friendship', they found solace in each other's arms, comfort in each other's touch, and this quickly become their new favourite activity to do together.

Though none of them ever actually discuss their status but their body language suggest that they are more than just friends.

Especially with the way Bucky was rubbing the tip of his leaking cock on her clit; so desperate yet so gentle. Just like how he always does when he makes love to her. But, tonight he felt different. Maybe he was just needy or maybe it was the way she admit that they were not lovers when Sam asked about their relationship.

It was true. But, it felt so wrong.

"Am I just a friend to you, doll? Bucky leaned forward, his forehead met hers, his hot breath tickling her skin.

His tongue briefly passed in between his lips as he spreads her legs further, revealing her dripping cunt for his display, "Do your friends touch you like this, hmm?" His husky whisper as he rubbed his hardened length in between her slit, brushing against her clit.

"Do your friends kiss you all over like me?" She moaned breathily, as he bit and kiss the softness of her breasts; easily leaving his marks as if she was his to claim.

And without any warning, his cock slammed straight into her hole, stretching the walls to his size causing her to yelp in painful pleasure. Bucky let out a satisfied groan as the tightness of her around him, "Do your friends fuck this tight little pussy with their cock like me?"

Bucky couldn’t stop himself from pulling and pushing his hips to meet hers, his fingertips was practically digging into the flesh of her hips, moving her in time with his thrusts, "What am I to you, baby?" Honestly, it was hard for her to form complete thoughts, let alone reply to his question when he was fucking her so good.

Gone was the gentleman she knew for the past years, the koala bear that she spent hours on the couch cuddling to a movie marathon with. Now, there was only this feral beast, hungry for pleasure, insatiable to devour her whole body and soul.

Each roll of his hips pushed her further from her sober thoughts, focusing only on the wild look on his face, his huge body hunched over hers, his throbbing cock kissing her cervix. Any answer she was trying to convey was lost at the tip of her tongue; there were just the mewling mess, as she fell apart underneath him, compliant to his every thrust as his cock ramming within her. "Tell me. Come on, now. Use your words."

Bucky was almost losing his mind, from how bad he wanted to cum and how stubborn she was for not answering his questions. He pushed her legs up and wide as his thrust punctuated to his words,  "What. Am. I. To. You?"

It took her a couple of long moans at his roughness, before she could utter a single word, the only correct answer to his question, "Mine."

He groaned approvingly, pulling back just enough to slide his metal between their bodies. "I'm yours?" Those hard, cold fingers that she loved so much was quick to find her clit. She was already sensitive from all the friction of his rutting, and now was he relentlessly assaulting the swollen nub, "Then, does that make you mine as well huh, sweetheart?"

"Yes, Bucky. You're mine. And I'm yours. All yours. Pleasee"

Her back arches off the bed, toes curling tight as her nails dug into his skin and across his back; To have some kind of a leverage to hold as the overwhelming pleasure surged through her body.

"Yeah, that's right, babygirl. You're mine and mine alone. Mine to love, mine to fuck. Yes?" Bucky taunted her with both his words and the way he rutted into her wet pussy, as if he himself was not close to the egde.

The sound of skin to skin clashing intertwined with the sounds of her pussy squelching around his cock, his girth kept pounding straight into her sweet spot to the point that only lewd whimpers of plead were spewing out of her lips, "Yes, yes yes. Oh Bucky please,, fuck,, I'm cumming!"

"Cum, sweetheart. Let me feel that tight little pussy of mine cum around my cock" He hummed approvingly as he picked a deeper and harsher pace, causing her mouth to fall wide open and her eyes screwed shut as she felt her whole body shook as she came. "Yeah,, that's it, doll. That's my girl. fuckkk,, feels so good baby, gonna make me cum inside you if you keep choking me like that."

"Please, Bucky?" A breathy moan of his name passed her lips as she her walls spasm with need. Bucky groan to the sensation, he was sure that her pussy was already full of his precum, considering how it has been leaking inside her for so long, "Want my cum in you, pretty girl?"

Batting her eyes through her lashes, she stared up at him, pleading., "Need it, please."

"Oh fuck, you got it, sweetheart." Throwing his head back in pleasure, shutting his eyes solely to focus of the feeling of her wet and tight cunt, Bucky's pace quicken as he chased his high, "Hmmm,, fuckk,, gonna stuff you full. You'll leaking for days, babydoll. Then, I'm gonna keep filling you until you can't live without my cum inside your pussy."

Hearing such dirty confessiom only triggers her to near orgasm, "Yess pleasee i want it. Need it, bucky." Surely enough she came again when he hit that special spot inside her.

"Ahh,, fuck ahhh,, I'm cumming shit pussy so good m'cumming fuckkkk", Bucky couldn’t even stop himself from rutting in and out of her sweet pussy as his cock pulsed, especially when her cunt was sucking him in deeper.

His head fall down to watch his cock disappear inside her before squeezing it shut again when the white spurt of cum shoots against her walls. His jaw was loose as his mouth formed an ‘o’ shape to allow his loud groans contaminated the silenced room.

His thick endless cum warm her insides and the honeyed moans hanging off her lips to its own accord as Bucky hunched over her frame, pressing his face in crook of her neck, breathing heavily as she was. After awhile, a broken sound of his voice stopped the silence, "Do you really mean it?"

He refused to look at her in the eyes, afraid of the rejection that might come his way but she proved him wrong by holding him by his cheeks, leading his eyes to align with hers,

"Bucky. You, my dear, are my bestfriend; you are my heart, you are my person. And there is no one in this world that I'd rather spend my whole life with besides you." Her words was nothing but the truth and Bucky knew that.

His heart swelled with joy yet he didn't know how to express it other than, "I love you, doll..." there was pause as if he was gathering the pieces of his soul to offer it to her, "...So much."

And she accepted it with her whole heart, "I love you too, Bucky."

End.

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A/N: I was gone for awhile but never too long. Hope you enjoy this little drabble 👀

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[cosmos-coma]

My Sun, My Star- Epilogue

A/N: Hello! This is just a short little scene I thought would be sweet! Thank you all so much for the wonderful comments and reblogs and a BIG THANK YOU for the astounding 130+ followers I gained from this series alone! You guys are wonderful!!

Pairing: Bucky x Reader / Winter soldier!Bucky x Reader

Words: 665

Warnings: None! just fluff :)

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“Come on- let us see..!” Sam urged as he tried to peer around the Soldier’s broad shoulders, only for your Star to turn his back on him again. Even Natasha was trying to get in on the fun and see her honorary niece. She had a mission to become the coolest aunt on the team and she had to start right away to get ahead of the others.

“No.” The Winter Soldier simply answered, easily side-stepping and maneuvering around their advances.

He was too busy staring down at your daughter Selene’s little sleeping face. He had barely wanted to give her up since she arrived a day ago and refused to let her go for anyone who was not yourself. You only smiled and shook your head. You knew he was just trying to soak up his time with her while he still could. 

But this time you didn’t feel sad as you knew the end of his time was drawing near. Your eyes did not pool with tears and your voice did not quiver because in the short weeks before your pregnancy came to a close you and Bucky had been talking. You wanted to see how he felt about maybe letting the Winter Soldier out a little more often, or perhaps just not pushing back quite as hard when he needed him. It didn’t have to be for days or weeks on end, but something to make sure he didn’t get lost in the background again, to make sure he knew he had people waiting for him. And while you and Bucky hadn’t actually gotten around to making a firm agreement you’d like to see him try to deny you after today. Between giving birth in a safe house and the heroic actions of the former assassin, you don’t think he’d have the heart to say no to your request.

“Y/n, tell your boyfriend I want to see the newest member of the team…” Sam turned to you with defeat written in his frown as he failed to get a good look. 

“And I need to become the cool aunt before Wanda gets a chance to show off her magic,” Natasha chimed in as she tried to fake him out- it didn’t work.

You held your hands up, “I’m afraid it’s out of my hands guys… You’ll just have to wait your turn like everyone else.”

“Wow… and here I thought we were friends,” Sam joked as he shook his head before going back in for a few more tries. 

“And to think I made you my famous pancakes…” 

You laughed as they were blocked at every turn, it honestly didn’t even look like the Soldier was trying too hard either. Still, Your heart shone rays of joy as you laid back in the comfy chair of the tower, enjoying the entertainment before you as you took your own time to soak up moments with your beloved star. 

On the way back from the safe house you had told him about the talks that you and Bucky had. You could see before he even said a word that he was beyond excited to know he would see both of you again. The way his eyes widened ever so slightly, the way the corners of his mouth fought beyond their better judgment to crack a smack smile, his expression said it all. You reminded him that nothing had been settled yet, but he couldn’t care less about that, he just had only one request:

“Yes, my star?”

He smiled, a little less awkward now as he gained practice, “Promise me you’ll take photos when I’m not there, okay?” he looked down at her as he spoke, his hopeful smile shining down as she lay in your arms, “Promise me that I’ll still get to be a part of every single moment, okay?”

Your heart melted and you smiled softly, “Of course, My Star… You’ll be with us every step of the way.”

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[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Mini Winter Soldier » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

October 12th

Pairings: Husband/Dad!Bucky Barnes x Wife/Mom!Reader with daughter Rebecca and Apline

Summary: Bucky’s and the reader’s 7 year old daughter dresses up as the Winter Soldier for Halloween.

Warnings: Fluff, language, nothing but cuteness and sweetness, kissing, nicknames for daughter (princess, sweetie), pet names for reader (doll), pet names for Bucky (babe)

Written on my phone so sorry if there’s any mistakes or typos.

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

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“Come on, doll! Please tell me what she’s going to be for Halloween!” Bucky whines.

“No can do, babe. It’s a girl thing.” You say, kissing his cheek.

Bucky has been asking you all day what yours and his daughter is going to be for Halloween, but you refuse to tell him.

“Fine. If you won’t tell me, I’ll just…” He cups your cheeks and kisses you like he did on your wedding day.

Bucky pulls away, leaving you speechless.

“Nice try, babe. Still not telling you, but thank you for the kiss.” You say, kissing his cheek and walked away.

“Damn it!” Bucky curses making you giggle.

You went upstairs to your daughter’s bedroom. You knocked on the door before opening it.

“Rebecca, are you ready? Your dad is getting anxious.” You say.

“Yes, mommy.” Rebecca smiles widely.

“Let’s go show him your Halloween costume.” You smiled.

Rebecca walked out of her bedroom with you following behind her.

“Are you ready to see my Halloween costume, daddy?” Rebecca asks from the top of the stairs.

“Yes I am, princess!” Bucky says with excitement.

“Close your eyes!” She giggles. “Make sure his eyes are closed, mommy.” She says.

You walked down the stairs to see Bucky with his eyes closed.

“His eyes are closed, Becca!” You say.

Rebecca carefully walks down the stairs and stops in front of Bucky.

“Can I open my eyes?” Bucky asks.

“Yes!” Rebecca says.

Bucky opens his eyes. His eyes widened in surprise when he seen Rebecca’s Halloween costume. She’s dressed up as the Winter Soldier.

“I’m you, daddy!” She smiles.

“I see that.” He smiles.

Bucky crouched down to her height and gave her a hug.

“What made you want to be me for Halloween?” Bucky asks curiously.

“You’re my hero, daddy!” Rebecca smiles. “I love you!” She hugs him.

“I love you too, princess.” He says softly.

“I’m not a princess! I’m a soldier!” She pouts, crossing her arms over her chest.

“You’re right. My apologies, soldier.” Bucky kissed her forehead. “You ready to go trick or treating, my little soldier?” He asks.

“Yes!” She says excitedly.

She grabbed her pumpkin bucket from the table and almost bolted out of the door.

“Woah! At ease, soldier!” Bucky stops her. “Give mommy kisses before you run out of the house.” He says.

Rebecca runs back to you to give you hugs and kisses.

“Be careful and stay safe, sweetie.” You kissed her cheek. “That applies to you too, Sergeant.” You say, looking up at your husband.

“We’ll be careful and safe, doll.” Bucky says, kissing your lips.

“Bye, mommy!” Rebecca says.

“See you guys in a couple hours.” You say.

You sighed as the door closed. You looked down when you felt Alpine rub against your legs.

“Looks like it’s just me and you for a couple of hours, sweet girl.” You say, gently scratching her head.

You passed out candy to trick or treaters with Alpine by your side. Surprisingly, there was a lot of kids coming by your house this year. As time went by, everyone started to go home so you decided to call it a night and go inside to watch Halloween movies. Bucky and Rebecca came home two hours later. You got up to greet them and smiled when you seen Bucky carrying Rebecca. You kissed their cheeks.

“Did our little soldier fall asleep?” You asked, moving her hair from her face.

“Yes, about 5 minutes ago.” Bucky kisses your cheek. “I’m going to put her to bed and we can watch movies.” He says.

“Ok.” You smiled.

Bucky went upstairs while you went back to the living room to get comfortable on the couch. He came back down a few minutes later in comfortable clothes and sat down next to you.

“What are we watching?” Bucky asks.

“Hocus Pocus.” You grinned.

Bucky smiled at your cuteness and gave you a kiss on your forehead. You played the movie and snuggled into his side. Bucky wrapped his arm around you protectively.

“Happy Halloween, Buck.” You say, looking up at him.

“Happy Halloween, doll.” Bucky says, kissing your lips.

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[stxrvel]

i don't wanna live forever (2)

summary: you and Steve share some time together after so much time apart, and you finally start getting closer to your goal back in Europe after so many years

pairing: bucky barnes x f!reader

words: +4k

warning: just some bad words

note: hey guys! hope u guys like this part! we're getting close to the mythic winter soldier >:). i'll try to edit and publish next part tomorrow after work. i'm close to finish this fic, probably will be 6-7 chapters. so i'll see you around, thank you for the support <3

part 1 ; part 3 ; part 4

You thought having Steve back would make things better. Not that they were any worse, but there couldn't have been a worse time to go through a goddamn alien invasion.

“Holy shit,” you spoke into the air, but Steve at your side elbowed you, hearing you clearly, his scowl meeting you amidst the masses of air. “Are you seeing what I see?”

“Do you have to say it like that?“

“Ah, poor, right Steve. God save him from hearing a bad word because a little star on his suit will die,” Tony Stark walked past you, catching up to overhear the conversation, teasing you with a smirk on his face. You tensed as he passed behind you, shaking your head to avoid his gaze, earning you a confused look from Steve.

Tony continued on his way, currently accustomed to you not even glancing his way when they were in the same place. His suit was almost completely shredded, an unfamiliar feeling of dread coursing through you from the pit of your stomach until you felt the heartburn in the back of your throat bother you. Ever since you saw on the news that he was proclaimed Ironman, that feeling of dread had been with you every time you saw him. You knew why, but you didn't want to give voice to those thoughts…

“For a person who's lived this many years, you're pretty bad at dissembling,” Steve spoke again as Tony disappeared down the hallway and you shook your head shutting him up, refocusing on what was important. “I can't believe I crashed a plane into the Arctic just to get this thing back to the surface before me.”

“Well, it'll be in good hands now,” you nodded in the direction of the approaching Norse god, his walk a bit overbearing as he dedicated sidelong glances at them as he approached the scepter of Loki, his brother.

“If you're done admiring it, time to go.”

Steve moved in the direction of the elevator, waving his hand for you to join him, but you shook your head in refusal and pointed him to the stairs. Your friend didn't read too much into your gesture, lifting a shoulder and resuming his walk to where the rest of the team was grouped. Just looking at them, you remembered the smug smile Fury had given you when you agreed, finally, to be part of the team, after learning that Steve would be too. He was damn lucky, that's all, because that wouldn't happen again. What were the odds of two alien invasions happening in one year, after all?

After they delivered the scepter and Loki, you'd be long gone from there, focusing on your primary mission in getting into SHIELD in the first place, which Fury had as much knowledge of as you did.

“Hey,” you greeted Steve again, meeting him just after the Norse gods disappeared.

“Hey,” he approached, wearing that brown leather jacket he hadn't let go of since the moment he touched it. The team was taking their leave behind him, each focusing on their own business from now on. As you crossed glances with Natasha Romanoff, that feeling of familiarity coursed through your body once again. It was odd, you were sure you had seen her sometime before. “Do you want a ride?”

You saw Steve shake his head in the direction of his motorcycle, moving faster than him as you sensed Tony was approaching to say goodbye.

“Is something wrong with your friend?” you heard him speak and as each time you couldn't help but compare his voice to Howard. They were so alike in their youth and adulthood. You didn't even want to think about becoming a close person in his life when you knew what you knew. If he found out about it through other means it would be a disaster. As much as you wanted to look out for his safety, perhaps as Howard would've liked, you didn't want to cross that line without figuring out all the loose ends first. That would be a problem if Fury ever thought of summoning them back.

“She's shy,” Steve replied, and you had to hold back the urge to reach back and pat his head. “Big fan of yours.”

“Really?” Tony sounded genuinely surprised. “I thought she hated me.”

“No, not at all. She studied some mechanical stuff too and admires your work from afar. But you know, never meet your idols,” you could make out Steve's smile behind your words, inwardly wincing with embarrassment.

“Well, I'm not that bad. Tell her anytime she wants we can talk.”

You heard no more of their conversation, feeling the bile travel down your esophagus to the back of your throat. How Tony could look at you and not recognize you as the strange woman who sat next to him at his father's wake was completely beyond you, but you weren't too intrigued if it helped you stay away. You didn't want him to start asking questions.

When you heard Steve's footsteps approach and the doors of Tony's red car close, you turned around to face your friend, his face of fake innocence angering you a little.

“You're an asshole,” you spat the words at him almost in a half-whisper, afraid that for some reason Tony might hear them.

“There's not that much of a lie in what I said,” the blond barely lifted a shoulder, mounting his motorcycle.

“You could've simply told him the truth: I do dislike him.”

“That's not true,” Steve shook his head, starting the motorcycle after you got on behind him.

“How could you know that?”

“He's Howard's son,” Steve blurted out, your movements slowing as you tried to get comfortable looking at him in the bike's mirror. “You couldn't hate him, even if you wanted to.”

You didn't rebut, not because he was right, but because it was the first time he'd mentioned Howard since you'd seen him after almost seventy years.

Since you'd run into him in that secret section of SHIELD, you two hadn't had much time for you to fill him in on the things that had happened, Fury jumping into the action directly telling them that the object Steve sacrificed his life for was back in the hands of the enemy and they needed to stop him. You could barely tell him about Howard's death and about Peggy as they were thrown onto the battlefield.

Now, as Steve drove you back to your apartment, all you could think about was that you still hadn't had time to have that talk. That talk where you would have to tell him a lot of things.

The smell of lavender that prevailed in your apartment did little to calm the little anxiety you felt the moment Steve closed the door behind him. A strange tension surrounded your shoulders and you were sure he felt it too, by the odd way he cleared his throat, moving into the living room, where he seemed to almost touch the ceiling of how small everything was.

“Nice place,” he commented absently, eyeing the paintings and colorful bookshelves you had in the living room and dining room.

“Sit. Want some coffee?” you ran to the kitchen, looking to escape that searing uncertainty.

“Water's fine.”

Fine. Water it is.

Returning to the living room, you found him mounted in your largest armchair, his knees too bent toward his chest for all the space he took up.

“So…”

“Are you going to tell me what happened?”

Straight to the point. You didn't blame him, he must have been too curious. You didn't even know how he'd spent those days swallowing the urge to ask.

So you got straight to the point. You told him everything that happened after he crashed the plane. You told him about his funeral, about how the government started chasing you so hard that you had to leave the country and you kept going for years only because of Howard; you told him about how Peggy went on with her life, working, founding SHIELD many years later with Howard; you told him about Howard dying in a car accident, the half-truth burning your throat. Steve didn't even think anything was wrong by the way your voice cracked and you fought to keep the tears inside, what you were realizing was harder now that he was here. You told him that you came back from Europe thanks to Peggy, as head of SHIELD, making sure to keep you under her protection, and currently you still were. Maybe you had as much power as the Director himself because of how much Peggy saw to it that the Feds didn't bother.

You told him about Peggy getting sick, about her Alzheimer's. You told him how she hardly remembered things now; she had few lucid moments and forgot things very quickly. You gave him a moment to assimilate the information when you noticed his eyes sparkling.

“But she… did she live well?”

“Very well,” you nodded, smiling sincerely.

Steve nodded, letting a little tension escape from his shoulders. The silence that enveloped you two was a little more pleasant, leaving room for you to stop overthinking about what you should and shouldn't tell Steve.

“And you… what did you do all those years in Europe?” Steve was perceptive to take the one topic you didn't delve into at all, and you sighed in defeat. “It was… what, forty-five years?”

“Yes,” you nodded in the middle of a sigh, your gaze returning to the black TV screen, Steve's eyes fixed on your profile. “I studied a lot.”

“I assumed so, but was that all?”

“You might say. I studied nine majors,” you counted mentally, remembering the pictures that were stored somewhere in that apartment, courtesy of Peggy and Howard.

Steve whistled, a short laugh following his surprised expression.

“And why didn't you want to talk about that?”

“It's not that interesting-”

“Not that interesting? Better tell me what grades you have,” Steve grumbled, not giving way for you to try to avoid the subject one more time. Being that you had only talked about it with Peggy before, you took an inspiration to remember what it was like to tell her to reminisce with Steve.

“I started with some basics. Bachelor's degrees in math, physics and chemistry. Then I moved on to some engineering: mechanical, electronics, mechatronics. Astronomy, criminology, some marketing to survive when I went back to the States and they were in the middle of the technology revolution. I was studying medicine when Peggy called me back.”

“What year?”

“First one.”

“Wow,” Steve looked at you, as if he suddenly had to see you in a different light, his eyebrows still raised in surprise. “That's amazing. You know a little bit about everything.”

“Yeah, it really helped me get some good jobs and break even so Howard and Peggy didn't have to spend so much,” you nodded in his direction, his gaze intent on everything you were saying.

“I'm glad they took such good care of you,” Steve gave a lopsided smile, the warmest, most memory-evoking smile he could have given you.

“I wish I could've repaid them for all they did for me,” you commented, with a tone of remorse and sadness that Steve picked up on instantly.

“I'm sure they were more than satisfied to know you were okay. That was their priority. You know you couldn't make those decisions for them, right?”

You nodded, lips pressed into a thin line.

Steve took in all the information you had to give him like a sponge, surely thinking that after seeing an alien invasion nothing could be that surprising. You guys spent a good while there, relaxing in your living room, placing food orders when the conversation turned to movies and series that Steve knew nothing about.

You spent an excellent rest of the day, Steve asking the odd question here and there, until you decided to watch the Star Wars movies first at the blond's request. You felt like they were back in '43 again, talking about everything and nothing at the same time, dreaming of the possibility of a life beyond what their social context allowed them.

Perhaps your dream was fulfilled in the most unexpected way possible.

-

The days ahead were now to be very careful. Steve would be spending more time at SHIELD, being that it would become basically his full-time job, and you needed to likewise spend time there focusing on your primary mission.

“What?”

Fury's eyebrows inched up, his face showing disbelief enough to make you doubt your decisions for a second, his forearms resting on his desk leaning forward. You shook your head slightly, maintaining your posture.

“I'm not going to tell him.”

“Why the hell not?” Fury raised his voice, as if for some reason your decision affected him personally.

“Because I don't want to, Nicholas. And I need you to help me cover it up.”

“Ah,” the man slumped back in his black chair, one hand rubbing his forehead as if the subject caused him as much of a headache as it did her. “Not only do you have to lie, but you have to lump me in the lying sack with you.”

“I'm not lying…! That much…”

“You do know that lies have short legs? What are you going to do when he finds out?”

“Nicholas, I need you to understand that Steve is not my priority right now. It's been twenty-one years and we haven't made any progress. I need to get to the fucking bottom of this, because whoever is behind it is still out there. I'm sure of it.”

Fury pursed his lips, barely shaking his head in a subtle nod, reluctanly agreeing with you finally.

“I'll put Steve on the front lines of every mission I can find,” Fury conceded to your request, his index finger tapping the wood of his desk like clockwork.

“Thank-”

“But you,” he raised his hand, pointing that index finger at you accusingly, interrupting your genuine thanks, “you're going to have to start thinking outside the box.”

“I have some guesses, actually.”

Fury rested his arms on the edge of the desk, leaning over to give you his undivided attention.

“Enlighten me.”

-

“So you're going back to Europe,” was the first thing you heard Steve say when you met him at SHIELD, two months after extreme missions he had to attend, barely spending a day at the facility before leaving again.

At first you thought Fury was overdoing it and offered to talk to him if he wanted to slow down, but surprisingly Steve was fine with it. In fact, he told you that it helped him deal with all the stress of having been in the Arctic for seventy years, and since you hadn't been through anything like that, you weren't going to judge.

“Yeah, evil doesn't rest,” you smiled absently at him, holding tightly to the strap of the black travel suitcase with enough belongings for a whole year.

“You know I already have a phone, right? You can call me,” Steve commented, pulling his cell phone out of his pocket and shaking it in front of her to emphasize his request.

“Yeah, you gave me your number last week.”

“Ah, I just wanted to remind you because it's been five days since we've seen each other and I just found out you're going on a one-way trip,” his reproachful voice, but with some amused tones in there somewhere, made you wince as you remembered that you had indeed forgotten to inform your friend that you were going away, for quite a long time. In your defense, you had already gone too many years without telling anyone anything, and you were just getting used to having a friend to talk to more often again.

“Sorry,” you offered him an embarrassed smile, barely earning the shake of his head from side to side. “I'll bring lots of gifts from Europe, I promise.”

You raised your free hand to the level of your head, smiling more confidently at him, with his you better response echoing in your head as you averted your gaze to find behind him Tony Stark walking directly towards where you two were standing. There was no way you could run away from the inevitable interaction with the mechanic without overlooking saying goodbye to Steve, when you weren't going to see him for probably a long time. So you tensed up, the blond reading your body language long before you realized you were being too obvious.

And just as Steve was about to turn around, Tony patted his shoulder in salute.

“Nice to see you again,” through his sunglasses, he smiled openly at you, and you had to force a tight-lipped smile under Steve's tense gaze on you. “What are they up to now? Fury called me in for a confidential thing, won't I be teaming up with you guys?”

You were quick to shake your head, Steve barely muttering a no, amused to see you so dazed and nervous in front of the mechanic.

“That's too bad. I don't think-” Tony interrupted his own words as his phone vibrated in his pocket. Answering it right in front of them, you shrank in place trying to run away from there. “Happy.”

“Tony,” the man on the other end of the line didn't sound so happy to hear it unlike Tony, who had a big smile on his face. “Why are you forwarding my calls?”

“What? No, of course not. It's just that you're on my blocking contacts when I activate do not disturb and since I was driving…” Stark lifted a shoulder, indifferent to the looks you and Steve shared in front of him.

The other line on the phone was silent for a few seconds until chaos broke out.

“Pourquoi tu ne réponds pas aux appels? Pourquoi pas une urgence? Et si ta maison était en feu?” Happy grumbled from the other end, Tony scowling at the phone as if it was the fault of technology.

“Happy, how many times do I have to tell you to stop talking to me in French? I don't under-”

“He's asking you to answer the phone when you call, maybe someday it will be an emergency,” you translated before you could stop yourself, biting your tongue when Steve sent you a raised eyebrow look with a playful smile.

“You know French?” Tony addressed you, probably as surprised as you were because it was the first time you'd actively addressed him.

“She studied mechanics in France,” your friend spoke before you could think of anything on your own, and you had to physically battle to restrain your body from punching him in the face.

Steve had to stop doing that.

“Wow. Impressive,” Tony shook his head in nods, detailing her with his eyes with genuine curiosity.

“Tony!” Happy's voice interrupted the moment that felt tense, and Tony refocused on the reason he'd entered the SHIELD facility in the first place.

“Ah,” the mechanic grumbled, moving to continue on his way. “See you guys later.”

He waved his hand as he walked, turning his back to them and you followed him with your eyes until he disappeared down the hallway. At least he was still alive.

When you looked back at Steve, that strange smile hadn't disappeared from his face.

“What other language do you speak?”

He looked like a child, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.

“I'm not going to talk to you right now.”

You held the strap of the suitcase to sling it over your shoulder and walk in the direction of the exit, when Steve snatched it out of your hands and slung it over his own shoulder, his offended look being the only thing you got back.

“Why not?”

“You need to stop saying those things to Tony,” you frowned at him, lowering your voice as if, again, the mechanic might hear them. “Don't you know that lies have short legs?”

Steve laughed like you’d never heard before, probably not even in the forties, taking his stomach for a laugh. When you went out to the avenue and he followed you with sporadic laughter, you could not help but outline your own smile, missing in advance the time you spent with him.

“I can’t believe you said that,” Steve shook his head, his face red from laughing so much. He was barely calming down when you managed to stop a cab.

“You’re an idiot,” you snatched the suitcase from his hands and gave it to the taxi driver who had just gotten out of his car. “I guess this is goodbye.”

“For now. You’re not going to get rid of me so easily this time,” Steve joked, approaching to wrap you in a big hug. You wrapped your arms around his neck, even though you had to stand on your toes to hug him tightly. The serum hadn’t given you as much height as he had. “Call me, write me or just let me know how you are. At least once a day.”

“Yeah dad,” you walked away, breaking the hug and shaking your hands casually. “I’ll keep you in the loop.”

“Take care.”

“Sure. You take care of Peggy,” his eyes softened, the mere memory of Peggy returning him.

“Of course.”

His warm smile was the last thing you saw before getting into the cab.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes angst #bucky fluff #james bucky barnes #bucky fic #bucky barnes #bucky x you #bucky x reader #bucky #james bucky buchanan barnes #the winter soldier

[jermer10]

Helloo can I have the mercs taking care of a very sick gn reader?not feeling very well so some hurt comfort could help if you can! Tyyy

TF2 mercs taking care of a very sick reader

gn reader | i hope you get well soon anon! thank you for the ask :)

drabbles under the cut :P

Scout: - most likely just as sick, if not WORSE - he already can't keep his paws off you, he'll wanna smooch your sick little face until you feel better - he will bundle you up in blankets and cuddle you whilst you watch movies <33333333 - he runs out to get you a warm drink from your local cafe, tries (keyword tries) to make you your favourite warm meal - he will burn it, doesn't matter what it is, and you are forced to try and scoff down the meal - you throw up shortly after and scout just chalks it up to you getting even more sick - it's all in vein when he wakes up a couple days later feeling worse for wear and is stuck in bed with you - medic opts to take care of you - you both decline

Soldier: - he would firstly encourage you to work it off, trips to the gym, pushing you into battle - when he realizes that the respawn machine isn't fixing you, he forces you into bed rest - you play up your resistance, he pushes you further - "YOU MUST REST THIS INSTANT, CUPCAKE!" "auuughhh noooo i think you're riiiiight" - you giggle to yourself when he leaves the room - that amusement is short lived when he soon brings back some unidentifiable, viscous, black liquid in a small ceramic bowel - he says it's supposed to be soup - you throw up then and there from the stench - cooking isn't his strong suit, so he opts to tuck you in and kiss you goodnight - you graciously sleep off the illness

Pyro: - they're surprisingly good at taking care of you whilst sick - they, first of all, provide you with actual medicine, then they make you some soup and bread - you're pampered like royalty, your every little request answered by the pyro - they watch movies with you, cuddling you from behind - opting to keep their mask on, of course, to prevent the illness from spreading to them - that doesn't stop them from lifting it up slightly to peck your head as you sleep in their arms <33333 - gives you back massages, foot massages, traces their fingertips along your flesh - like i said, you are absolutely pampered. the other mercs would be shocked to see this side of them - you recover quickly!! all thanks to pyro <3

Demoman: - opts to leave you alone so that you can actually get some rest - when you do see him, he's bringing you medicine and food, giving you a quick peck on the lips, and leaving the room - it makes you a bit upset, you haven't really spent time with him in days!! :( - you wake up sometime during the night to find him curled up next to you, arms wrapped around your frame and nuzzling into you - you figure he's already going to get sick from this, so a couple of little kisses couldn't hurt - "mmm that tickles y/n...." he mumbles tiredly, giving you a squeeze - he soon wakes up, groggy and half drunk, to the feeling of you squeezing him back and peppering kisses all over his face and neck - "i missed ye too, lovey" - in his attempt to stay away from you, he ended up smothering you anyway, such is the way of demo

Heavy: - takes every precaution - growing up in the middle of russia with harsh winters that often left his sisters sick and vulnerable, with no easy access to medicine, it's a wonder that he would even let you get sick in the first place - so if you manage to, he is doing everything in his power to help you heal - he won't even let you get up to pee by yourself, you'll need him to carry you there so that you don't use your energy - well he's joking about that....partly... - absolutely refuses to have any physical intimacy with you whilst sick, he is the beating, murderous heart of the team and can't risk an illness - he still lets you know that you're loved, of course - showering you with words of love, providing you with all the care within his means <33

Engineer: - knowing engie, he would be too caught up with work to provide extensive care for you - he provides medicine, cooks you warm food, makes you warm drinks, etc - essentially the bare minimum of taking care for your sick partner - you don't mind, you know he's busy, but you still miss his warm touch and sweet words - "eenngggiiiieeeee plllleeeeaaasseeee taake caaaaree of meee" "i'm comin' darlin', just gimme a minute..." - he is NOT, in fact, 'comin'' - at least not for another hour or so because he is stuck in whatever he's working on - you are forced to drape yourself over his desk, immediately grabbing his attention, and passing out from the exhaustion - he carries you back to bed, feigning annoyance at your antics

Medic: - he's....literally a doctor - and an experimental one at that! - medic will give you plenty of different medicine, not entiiiiirely legal medicine, or medicine that has been tested in any capacity...but still medicine! - you're likely to end up more sick after letting medic take care of you - but he makes up for it! - you're petting archimedes whilst medic's cooking you a warm meal - is this what heaven feels like? - and then he feeds you another mystery pill and you're back to shitting your guts out and oh your skin is glowing! like nuclear green glowing! - yes you died from the mystery pills - but upon respawning you're....cured? - "zhe pills may need some more workzhopping!"

Sniper: - has pretty much no idea what to do - he doesn't really get sick, and when he does he does not give a shit, he will work in health and sickness - so when you're sick, he just grabs you some painkillers and tells you that you'll be alright, to take the day off, and drink some water - when he comes back from the match and you're lying in bed, pale, sweating, and shivering, he realizes that maybe you're a bit worse for wear - he consults an actual doctor, not medic, he has more common sense than that, and manages to get some advice for looking after you in this state - whilst he adores you, he can barely take care of himself, let alone you on top of that - awkwardly tries to make you feel better through cuddling and acts of service

Spy: - another merc who prefers to leave you to essentially take care of yourself giving the bare minimum to support you - he loves you, but he doesn't want to get sick and he doesn't really have the time or capacity to take care of you in a personal, meaningful way - so he will opt to giving you meds and nice foods, will occasionally kiss your head and stroke your hair, but that's the furthest he will go in terms of providing for you in this state - he will feel bad about it, often contemplating telling the other mercs to piss off and sitting with you, missing out on work to take care of his partner - he probably gives in eventually, especially if you're acting like you don't need him, it makes him want you more - will end up smothering you slightly, helping you heal whilst pampering you with kisses in a fake begrudging way

#tf2 #ask #team fortress 2 #tf2 fanfiction #tf2 imagines #tf2 x reader #tf2 x you #tf2 scout #tf2 soldier #tf2 pyro #tf2 demoman #tf2 engineer #tf2 heavy #tf2 sniper #tf2 medic #tf2 spy #tf2 fluff #fluff #jermer10

[annoyinglandmagazine]

@silmarillionepistolary Lord Maedhros of Himring

Prince Nelyafinwë Maitimo Russandol of The Noldor

I’ve sent my latest ledger alongside this and I believe you know by now that there is no chance of you finding a fault with it so let’s not shall we? You will not be able to prove anything with any group of accountants you can cobble together from those battle fixated imbeciles in your employ and it’s not as if I intend to withhold aught from you.

I agree begrudgingly that we must approach things from a united perspective, why I even agreed to give Celegorm a loan recently, for military matters apparently though I have my doubts, and I certainly won’t see a coin of it returned without having to write him much more persistently than I like to. He’ll yield eventually, he always does. Though it would be faster if you applied some pressure as well I’m close to getting Ambarussa on side and he’s always been putty in their hands so your assistance isn’t strictly necessary this time.

I am aware that when you talk about the risks of fighting amongst ourselves you are including the Arafinwean and Nolofinwean elements but I am simply electing to ignore that excessively ambitious request. The only ‘us’ that matters to any extent here is the seven of us and our followers and I think, considering I would say those relationships are all in a relatively good place presently, you should cut your losses and accept the win on that front.

You can’t fix all the Noldor, Maedhros, and the sooner you manage to accept that the better as far as I’m concerned. Besides, from what I hear of your own particular diplomatic skills in regards to a certain Nolofinwean you should have an in there no matter what the rest of us do. Curufin and I think you don’t take advantage of it anyone near regularly enough when all of Beleriand knows he would not refuse you any favour you may ask of him but I suppose that’s your own prerogative; we can count on his support on the more dire situations for your sake which is something in any case.

I trust my last shipment of wool will have reached you by the time you receive this; which is all for the better considering I have heard from reliable sources (Maglor but even so) that the weather has taken a sharp turn into an early winter. It was your decision to settle so far north when you could have shunted it on to those Arafinwean brats so you shan’t get my sympathy on that matter but it wouldn’t do for us to lose our mannish recruits to the cold, without all the soldiers we can get our position in the north will quickly become untenable.

In reference to your last letter I do wish that you would stop nagging me about said Arafinwean brats, Nelyo, I have been entirely well behaved in my dealings with them in recent months and am entitled to place whatever taxes I wish on my own exports. If they are unhappy with this they can go elsewhere, they certainly shouldn’t go whining to my older brother to get a discount on my perfectly standard rates.

The disparity you pointed out between their rates and your own was entirely unfounded as I am naturally giving you a discount as head of the house of Feanor and my boneheaded older brother who decided he’d like to freeze to death while fighting off Morgoth armed only with fury. So really you should be thanking me but I am used to receiving no gratitude for my efforts with this family so I shall let it slide.

As for the comparisons you drew between other rates and their’s, if you had time to peruse them I have a list of criteria for which I give lower prices and why they apply to specific groups, ledgers upon ledgers of meticulous, complex calculations, Nelyo dear. Dorothion just happens to meet none of them by pure chance.

On the matter of my trade to the west I think the plan you detailed in your last letter sounded quite satisfactory. I assume you have already begun on having the diplomatic groundwork laid down so we receive ample credit as the benevolent saviours of their economy for the deal I ran by you?

It’s rather ingenious I have to say, I’m sure your end of it will work perfectly and you needn’t worry about the wording of the deal itself, it’s quite brilliant if I do say so myself. Irreproachable really, Fingolfin won’t be able to find any justification to turn it down without looking hopelessly petty. Maybe have Maglor spread a bit of propaganda, some catchy song with subliminal messaging and the like, he’s quite useful for that I suppose. It’s a pleasure doing business with you as always.

I should pay a visit to Himring next summer if all goes to plan, I would only be staying about three months mind; it’s looking to be a busy year and I’ve already got two important trade deals lined up for the autumn that I should be east for at the final stages. I warn you this far in advance because I know your Fingon tends to travel north in the warmer months and I’m sure you would like to avoid any overlap after last time with Curufin.

I recommend you issue an official invitation for a state visit soon, it makes it simpler to write things off as diplomatic expenses on my payments to Fingolfin and it is going to be a hard winter after all. I look forward to it, I haven’t seen you in quite some time now, I miss you. Keep an eye on Maglor, his expenditure has been lower than usual recently and while it hasn’t crossed the threshold of a concerning change best watch for anything out of the ordinary.

No I am not giving you a source for my information on his accounts, I have my ways and I’ll leave it there. On an entirely unrelated note now would be an excellent time to see if Belegost may be more open to a military agreement with Himring than it was previously. I have my ways.

The Lord Caranthir of Thargelion

Prince Morifinwë Carnistir of The Noldor

#silmarillion #tolkien #silmarillionepistolary #caranthir and maedhros #caranthir #maedhros #sons of feanor #feanorians #Background Russingon

[freyjhasdesiredreality]

The Witch and The Winter Soldier (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

(Credits to GIF owner)

A/N 1: Hey guys! This has been in my drafts for so long. Although it's only 2.1k words, there is so much going on in this story, so I basically thinking about making this a serie. But instead of a complete serie, I'm thinking something like a sitcom. Like it's a world that you are the main character but every part will have a different adventure, I hope I'm clear lmao let me know what you think please!!

A/N 2: These events happen between Civil War and Ragnarok. They pretty much happen at the same time but I changed it a little so it could fit what's in my mind! So basically Ragnarok will happen later after this story. Okay? Okay!

A/N 3: Please bare with my grammar mistakes, English is not my first language!

WC: 2.1k+

Warnings: Mention of trigger words, Bucky being depressed, mention of HYDRA, let me know if I missed any!!

Bucky and Steve landed in Wakanda, relieved to be in a safe haven after their harrowing escape from the US government. Steve had told Bucky that he had a friend in Wakanda who could help him get back on his feet, and now it was time to make good on that promise.

Even though, Shuri ensured them they can help him, it was obvious it was going to take a lot of time. Meanwhile he would need to be put in cryo. Steve didn't want that. He didn't want to see Bucky suffer any more longer.

"No other way? Are you sure about that?" Steve asked Shuri.

Shuri knew Steve was worried about his friend. "I'm sorry Captain Rogers, I'm afraid I can't work as fast as I can with a fully functional brain. It needs to be calm so I don't do any mistake."

While Steve considered his options, Bucky was trying to convince himself everything would be okay. It was not HYDRA, he was in Wakanda and after he was put in cryo, he would wake up as a different man.

"I don't trust myself Steve," he said with a broken tone. "If it's the only way, I accept what it requires."

Steve knew that look. He wasn't sure so he didn't just want to accept and then it hit him. "What if I said I know a friend who could actually help us? She is a powerful witch and extremely experienced. I'm sure she would accept to help you," Steve said, hoping he would accept.

"Why would she want to help me?" Bucky asked, sounding even more hopeless.

"You'll understand when you see her."

-

You, Y/N Odinsdottir Heladottir, were one of the strongest witch in nine realms. You didn't have a father. Your mother Hela, created you from the souls that Asgard lost during battles and Yggdrasil gave you life. You became the goddess of reality. Your powers were raw and unlimited, that's why Hela wanted to train you as fast as possible so you could be a strong warrior among her side for the throne. After Odin banished Hela from Asgard, he took you as his own daughter and Frigga announced you to Thor and Loki as their sister.

Loki adored you immediately. He knew you were special and promised himself, he would do anything to protect this little angel that is his new sister. He could feel your magic. He made a mentally note to train you when you grow up.

-

"I think, she is the goddess of reality, which I don't know what it means, but she was trained to read and control minds. I don't exactly know the limit of her powers but she is a strong one Buck," Steve said hoping he would calm down a little.

"You said she can read minds, I don't want a stranger to see horrible things I've done. What if she saw them and refuse to help me?" Bucky said panicking. He had a chance to get rid of his past but the thought of being rejected made him anxious more than he already was.

"I tell you she's not like that, don't you trust me?" Steve seemed a little heartbroken.

"Don't get me wrong, I knew we were best friends, brothers actually but I don't exactly remember those days Steve. I don't feel that kind of trust just yet," Bucky admitted and just wanted to slap himself. "Why the hell I said that, what is wrong with you? Now he won't help you," he thought.

"Just say yes and she'll be here in no time I promise. I always keep my promise, Buck."

"Okay. I-I want to meet her."

-

"Look I'm not an expert on Asgard but we look like bunch of punks, Steve."

For the last 5 minutes, Steve were yelling your name to the sky, hoping you would hear and come. While he was trying, T'Challa approached to them.

"There is a woman in Shuri's lab, asking for you Captain Rogers. She said you called her," the king said, trying to hide his laugh. "She came from the sky, I thought you brought war to us," he joked.

"I would never do that your highness," Steve laughed. "Come on Buck, let's not keep her waiting, she is a little impatient."

"Is that why we have been yelling to the air last couple of minutes?"

-

"Your technology is impressive comparing to the rest of the world!" you cheered when Shuri showed off her gadgets to you. You both immediately got along well. She spilled the beans about why Steve called you. You suggested to do everything together with Shuri, using your magic and her technology.

"Thank you, thank you princess Y/N. Your magic is quite killer as well," she smiled widely. "Oh, here comes the white boys!" she called.

"I feel like we always meet in extreme circumstances," Steve smiled and hugged you tightly. "How are you, Y/N?"

"I've had better days, unfortunately we lost Loki a while ago, during a war," you said trying to hide your pain.

"We didn't have great memories with him but I know you loved him, I'm sorry for your loss," he patted your back.

You looked behind him and saw a brunette overthinking about everything and a chaos in his mind. You didn't want to just invade his brain but his thoughts were extremely loud so you wanted to help him. "Hi, I'm Y/N," you offered your hand to shake which he gladly took.

"I'm Bucky," he said nervously. He was sure you were the most beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes on. You blushed lightly and when he realised, he was sure you read his mind. That made him blush too.

There was a thick tension between you, you were sure Shuri and Steve were trying to hide their laughs but you didn't care. "Shuri told me why you needed me, so when do we start?" you cheered, looking at Bucky with big eyes.

"You want to help me?" Bucky said, his eyes filled with hope. "Yes, of course Bucky! I'll do anything I can," you offered him a warm smile. He smiled back, already feeling better.

-

"You are in pain Bucky, I can feel that," you stopped with magic. Last few months have been hard on Bucky. He had to remember every single thing HYDRA had done to him and getting rid of those memories' chains. You didn't even made him remember what he had done to people but even this part were really painful to him.

"I can take it, please continue," Bucky nearly begged you. You were sure he couldn't take it anymore without going crazy so you wanted to stop a little until he feels better again.

"How about I tell you another story of my life in Asgard while you rest? I promise we'll continue then," you offered him a smile, put your hand on his shoulder to ensure him that you are here.

You've been doing this for a long time, whenever he felt overwhelmed, you stopped what you're doing and helped him relax while you told him stories about Asgard. You told him about the palace, the Valkyrie, your mom and dad, your brothers, Thor and Loki and Heimdall. He loved those stories. Every time you tell him, he learned something about you. You were so close with Loki and your mom, Frigga. Odin favoured Thor, that's why you always felt left out. From the colour you loved the most to the planet you loved to be in, he learned every little thing about you.

"That sounds good," he smiled back and laid down.

-

"Loki! Look how fast I am!" You shouted at your brother while riding a horse.

"Be careful my love, you might fall." Loki watched you closely. You were his soft spot. You were sure no one would love you more than he does.

"My children, it's almost time for dinner." Frigga called you both from balcony.

"We're coming mot-" he was interrupted by your scream.

"Loki!" His eyes filled with horror when he saw you crying on the ground, holding your knee. He ran to you so fast and leaned over.

"Hey hey, shh. Calm down pumpkin it's okay. I'm here, you're fine. How did you fall?" He smoothed you.

"S-she saw a snake and scared." You hugged him tight.

"I'll pick you up now and we'll see Eir, alright?"

"O-okay"

-

"And then father forbade him to see me again."

"But you didn't listen," Bucky laughed.

"Of course we didn't," you smirked.

-

"I want to see my brother!" You shouted with your lungs out crying.

"Thor is already here, Y/N."

"I want Loki!" you kept crying as loud as you can. You knew if you did your mother couldn't stand it anymore.

"Enough Y/N! I said you can't see Loki, he's dangerous! He couldn't protect you!" Odin shouted. You were shocked. Tears were flowing from your eyes but no words came out of your mouth.

"That's enough! You scared her enough. I'm taking her to her chambers," Frigga said to Odin, took you in her arms and left.

It didn't matter how much she soothed you, you refused to calm down. She could see you were exhausted but resisting to sleep.

"Oh my little peach, you really want Loki, don't you?"

You nodded your head vigorously, still crying. Frigga gently brushed your hair and wiped away your tears.

"I understand how you feel, my love. You and Loki have a special bond, and it's not fair for Odin to keep you apart. But you must trust me when I say that he's doing it to protect you," she explained softly.

"But why does he think Loki is dangerous?" you asked, sniffling.

"Your father has his reasons, but I believe that Loki is not the monster that Odin sees him as. He's your brother, and he loves you very much. I promise you, we will find a way to make things right."

Frigga held you close until you finally fell asleep. The next day, she called for Thor and told him to bring Loki to her chambers. When he arrived, she sat Loki down and spoke to him.

"My son, I know how much you love each other with your sister, and I can no longer stand to see you separated like this. Y/N is heartbroken without you, and I think it's time that you to understand the gravity of the situation," Frigga said, looking at him sternly.

"Odin believes that you are dangerous, and he's afraid that you might harm Y/N. But I know that you would never hurt your sister. However, you must promise me that you'll never put her in harm's way. Do you understand?"

Loki nodded solemnly, "I would never hurt her, mother. Ever," he felt offended a little. Frigga smiled at him.

"Good. Now go and make up for lost time, and be sure to never let anyone come between your bond as siblings."

You ran towards Loki as soon as he stood up, wrapping your arms around his waist tightly. Loki smiled down at you, and you knew that everything was going to be alright.

"No one is strong enough to break our bond, my little princess."

-

"You really liked Loki then," Bucky asked, feeling a little jealous but covering it with a smile. He knew he shouldn't be jealous, Loki was your brother after all. But he kind of wanted that bond with you, maybe even more. He wanted to keep you on his side, protect you at any cost. Even though he knew, you were perfectly capable of protecting yourself, even more than he can but it didn't matter to him.

"You don't have to be jealous Bucky," you laughed. "Sorry, I didn't mean to read your mind, it's just, you were thinking too loud and I thought there was a chaos going on in your mind," you said blushing.

"It's okay and I-uh," he sighed, trying to collect his words. "I just like to spend time with you, I mean you are so good to me and you know I- I would like to spend more time with you, other than just you helping me with this trigger words. You know, ma-maybe we could go to beach and watch sunset like that," he couldn't believe himself and how he couldn't just shut up. He looked away, he didn't want to see rejection in your eyes.

"I think that would be lovely, maybe you'll tell me your stories in 40's? I shouldn't be the only story teller, should I?" you grinned cheek to cheek. Seeing him relaxed after your answer made you even more happier. "But first, let's get through with this session, shall we?"

"We shall, doll."

A/N: Like and reblogs are appreciated! Let me know if you want more of this series!

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[flowercrowngods]

Please a little peak of winter soldier or your ideas on it!! I need to expand on my obsession with your writing since I still need to mentally prepare for the time travel one 🤍🤍

hdhdhd please lower your expectations love 😂🤍 but here, as you wish, some kas!eddie winter soldier-esque thing 🫶 (cw blood and violence obviously)

Steve barely feels the impact when his body hits the floor, muddy and rotten and decaying as it is. He barely feels anything anymore, has gone numb even though he’s sure he’s still crying. There is not enough strength in his body to keep a hold of his bat, and watching it fall from his hand doesn’t feel real.

It’s a movie. This is a movie. A bad dream, a nightmare. One he can’t wake up from. One he refuses to wake up from. Not without Eddie.

An earth-shattering scream cuts through the dark, leaving Steve stunned and groaning as the creature’s cry sets alight his body, making him feel every cut, every bruise, every bleeding wound that start to make him feel lightheaded.

He tries to reach for the nail bat, his movements slow and sluggish, his head pounding, his body in agony, and his heart shattered and shattering still.

A foot lands on his wrist, making him cry out with a force he didn’t know he still had left in his body. A sign of life. A baby’s first cry; a terrified boy’s last scream.

The creature — Kas, as the kids call him, but they’re wrong, they’re wrong! It’s Eddie, it’s Ed, it’s—

Steve, he hears Robin’s voice echoing in his mind as he watches Eddie bend down to lift the bat, his face contorted with rage and determination. That’s not Eddie. That’s not the boy you—

I don’t care. If there’s a chance he’s still… It’s been months, Bobbie. He’s— It’s Eddie! I can’t… I can’t just… Let me try, okay?

“Eddie,” he rasps, bile rising in his throat as he does. Or maybe it’s blood. He coughs, attempting to roll onto his side but Kas only crunches his wrist underneath his foot, nearly overwhelming Steve with the pain that makes his vision go black for a second, two, three.

He blinks away the blood, sweat and tears, and looks up to meet eyes that used to be the prettiest, deepest brown he’s ever seen. Big, pretty doe eyes. But what he sees are the eyes of a predator.

What he sees is a face contorted with rage, with fear, with confusion. With pain.

Eddie’s hand around the nail bat shifts as Steve speaks, the nail studded shield falling from his other hand. Steve thinks about reaching for it, but what good would it bring?

“It’s okay, Eddie,” he rasps, wheezes, swallowing around the taste of iron. “The kids are safe. And you’ll be, too. They’re k— killing him. It’s okay. We’ll get you home.”

Kas screams again, his wail calling through the night, but there’s no one left to answer. No one but Steve, who whimpers.

He raises the bat. Ready to strike. And Steve knows. Knows that this is it. Distantly, he hopes that Eddie isn’t aware enough to witness this. Hopes that Kas’s memories won’t turn into Eddie’s when this is all over.

“It’s okay,” he croaks. “I—“

And then, with another pained, agonised scream, Eddie strikes.

🌷 credits go to @steveshairychest for giving me the brain worms for this scene way back when with this

#wrote this on the tram while blasting kenny loggins so if this is weird then that tracks actually #steddie fic #steddie #winter soldier kas eddie thing #sashays away to footloose #dio words #dio's steddie ramblings

[last-herondale]

Midnight Madness

Bucky x FemReader

Prompt : “I’ll show you what ruin feels like.” From @ghostly-prompts

Angst, violence, cursing, fluff end, hurt/comfort

Tw: abuse, gore

Bucky is kidnapped by hydra and taken to a facility where they are trying to reset his mind to be the winter soldier again. The reader refuses to let that happen.

A/N: I love this prompt. I wanted to write a scene where Y/N really goes bat shit crazy for the person they love.

Enjoy 🤘🏼

Not again. You had promised him never again. He would never need to fear that life ever again. You had promised to always be there. To protect him from those dark memories that haunted him at night.

“You will never have to return to that life. Not as long as I live.”

The thought burned in your head as the Quinjet sped towards your destination. You flexed your hands, feeling the buildup of your power flow through your veins. They would pay. By the time you were done there would be nothing left.

“Y/L/N” Steve’s voice called from the cockpit.

You popped your head up and found Steve and Sam giving you a concerned look. You stepped into the cockpit and glanced at the navigation. The three of you were a few miles from the underground compound where the last ping from Bucky’s sos signal was located. The compound was deep in the Himalayan mountains, and in the dead of winter the landscape was bright with snow.

“We’re coming up on the drop. Are you sure you’re ready, Y/L/N?”

You gave a brisk nod and tightened your gear as you made your way to the back of the jet. Steve began to open the hatch, the chill wind whipped inside the cargo area of the jet, causing stray hairs to swirl around you like wildfire.

“Remember; once you find a way in, radio us when you have Bucky in sight. Sam will run surveillance from the sky while I enter through the front.”

“Copy.”

Your response was short, concise. You didn’t need to be reminded what was at stake.

Once the hatch door was open enough, you did not hesitate before jumping out of the jet. The wind bit your face as you free fell, the world roared around you as the white mountains grew closer and closer. Your heart lurched in your chest, but it wasn’t the fall that made you feel like this. You just pictured him. You imagined what they were doing to him. What kind of pain he was enduring. You hoped you weren’t too late.

The glider suit was never a favorite of yours, but it was stealthier than the bulky parachutes, so you made due. Usually, Sam would be to one to take on aerial maneuvers, but you had insisted on being the one to touch down first. Steve had wanted you to wait back at the compound, saying your emotions might compromise the mission, but you would not back down.

You opened your glider suit and felt the wind catch up underneath you, jolting you as you angled your body into the position you needed. Finally, you saw a blinking red light on a hidden radio tower. You descended immediately, landing a few yards away. You enveloped yourself in shadows, feeling the smoke emanate from your body as you carefully made your way around the mountain.

You saw two guards posted outside the side of a mountain. They were heavily armed and masked in white to blend in with the snow, but your shadows sensed them easily enough.

The darkness engulfed them before they could even blink. They choked and clawed at their throats, making guttural noises as your smoke forced its way into their mouths. They fell to the ground with a satisfying thump as you stepped over their lifeless bodies.

“I found my way in.” You signaled through the ear piece.

You swiped a key card from one of the bodies and used it to open the hidden door on the side of the mountain. Two large metal sections split down the middle, revealing a dimly lit tunnel that seemed to go further into the mountain. You narrowed your eyes. He was down there somewhere.

You would find him.

Tearing through the tunnel, your shadows etched out the outline of your body, igniting long swirls throughout the space searching for that familiar light that you had come to know. With each minute that passed, the absence of him sent a new wave of rolling panic through your body. The darkness reacted to you, pulsating with agitation as you continued further into the tunnels.

Steve’s voice cut in through the radio, but in a garbled static that you couldn’t decipher. Irritated, you through the ear piece out on the floor. As you came up on a divide, you slowed to a stop. You willed your shadows further, slinking up the wall like snakes. To the right you felt a tug. Familiarity.

That was all you needed.

You tore down the tunnel, summoning all your strength as you came into an opening. Bright light burned into your eyes, you heard chaotic shouts of another language and immediately you burst forth your dark energy. Men crumpled beneath your blast, dropping like flies as you surveyed the area.

It was a security room. Lines of screens lined the makeshift walls within the mountain. Hydra must have been running low on resources. The place looked like shit. No matter. You continued on, busting down a metal door that led into another corridor.

You followed that same tug. His presence was growing stronger, you could feel the familiar vibrations of his soul. Like a weak heartbeat fluttering against your skin. It called to you, like no one else’s soul did. He needed you. He needed you now.

You killed indiscriminately. Any man or woman that stood in your way was easily dealt with. You broke any restraint you had shown in the past. The team would be horrified with what you had done. You had paved a path of blood to find the man you loved. All the rules you had followed before, the code the Avengers lived by seemed silly now. Nothing mattered.

Only James. Only Bucky.

By the time you found the cell, the alarms were blazing throughout the compound. Time was no longer on your side. You tore off the door, and were halted by the earth shattering sight of him.

He was strapped to a chair, his body slumped down against his restraints. The fight seemed to leave your body once you saw him. You shattered his restraints, keeping him upright as you sat him into the chair in a more comfortable position.

You tilted his head back and sucked in a breath. His face was littered with harsh purplish bruises. One eye seemed swollen shut, and blood ran down his temple leaving dried streams running down his bare chest. His metal arm was gone. You saw it lying on a metal table next to a line of medical tools, most of them covered in blood. You returned your attention to Bucky, assessing his damage.

“Bucky— Bucky, sweetheart,” your voice broke as you ran your hand gently over his face. He was unresponsive. Panic tore through your body. Tears began to fall down your face as you checked his pulse. You placed your head on his chest and heard the faint beating of his heart.

“Come on baby,” you murmured. Darkness swirled around your fingertips as you placed them near his temple. The shadows began to enter through his ears, wrapping around his mind with easy tenderness. You closed your eyes. You had attempted this a few times, only under Wanda’s supervision. Each time had been unsuccessful.

“Please, Bucky. Wake up,” you whispered. Through the darkness you felt that same tug. That familiarity. That light. He was like a candle in the world that was always darkness. In the shadows, there he was. His light flickered weakly in the dark. You took a deep breath.

You thought of every memory, every moment that Bucky had filled your life with light. The times he made you smile. The stolen moments between the two of you. The restless nights that had turned into sweet embraces. The heat of his skin when he kissed you.

You exhaled, sending out a single thought. The only thing that could sustain you. The only thing that mattered.

I love you. Please, come back to me.

The flame ignited.

He gasped, his good eye flying open and searching around wildly. He settled on you, his eyes softened

“Hey doll,” he wheezed.

You cried out, relief cooling through your body. You wrapped your arms around his neck and you kissed his face gently. He winced at your touch but he did not push you away.

“Im so sorry— James,” you sobbed against him. “I should have been there, I should have—“

“Y/n, sweetheart, stop—“ Bucky said. He weakly put his hand on your cheek. “This is not your fault.”

“Did they— are you—?”

“I’m still me doll. They tried— tried like hell to reverse Shuri’s work, but— I’m not so easy to break anymore. I’m just glad to see you. I love when a pretty nurse— tends to my wounds.”

You choked out a laugh. Tears spilled down your face, running over Bucky’s hands. His touch calmed your soul. You had made it in time. you took a few deep breaths and closed your eyes as he thumbed gentle strokes across your face.

“Come on then,” you said in a shaky voice. “Let’s get you home.” You slung his arm over your shoulder and lifted him from the chair. He groaned as he leaned against you for support. You summoned shadows to further help him, gently holding him up as the two of you tried to hurry back the way you had came.

“Not so fast.” The accent was thick with Russian. That did not bother you as much as the clicking of several guns loading into place.

A group of Hydra soldiers stood at the entrance, all holding large weapons that gave off a blue hue to them. You gritted your teeth. Bucky tensed beside you, his arm gripped you tighter.

“You have something that belongs to Hydra, something that has belonged to us for years— before you were even born.” The guards aimed their guns at you, not wanting to harm their asset.

The shadows swirled around your fists. Your eyes darkened with your power. The weight of Bucky on your side reminded you of your purpose. One look at his mutilated face was enough to reignite your anger.

“He is not yours,” you hissed through your teeth.

“He is mine. MINE.”

Smoke shot out from all directions. They impaled most of the guards instantly, crunching through skin and bone like paper. A few shots ran out, and the blue energy pulsated out at you, but your darkness swallowed up the light and shot it back. The men were vaporized by their own blasts.

There was only the sound of the blaring alarm. You panted, the use of your powers was beginning to strain your energy. Bucky looked at you with concern, but his energy was quickly draining as well.

“Come on,” you repeated. Bucky just nodded weakly and followed you out into the tunnel. In your rage, you hadn’t realized how far you had ran. After a while, Bucky needed to stop. You leaned him against the cool stone of the mountain and allowed him to catch his breath.

“I’m sorry sweetheart,” you murmured. “It’s just a little ways more.” Bucky gave a weak laugh.

“You came all this way on your own?”

“No, not exactly. Steve and Sam are out there somewhere. They wanted to formulate a plan, but I was not as patient as they were.”

Bucky looked around and saw the bodies that littered the ground. “I can see that.” You winced at the remark. Bucky noticed, and immediately reached out for you. You took him in, letting him rest his arm around your shoulder.

“I didn’t mean—“ he began.

“It’s fine, love.” He had never made you feel guilty for the things you had done and you did the same for him. But this time was different. Here, you felt no guilt. You were glad to have ridden the world of hydra scum. Maybe this would be the thing that finally drove Bucky away. How ironic.

You continued to take him further down the tunnel. The sound of running feet came closer. You froze in place, readying your shadows for an attack. But then you felt the familiarity. It was dimmer than Bucky’s but familiarity all the same.

Steve and Sam came running down the tunnel. They stopped at the sight of you and Bucky, surprise plastered on their faces. Steve looked furious with you.

“You were supposed to signal us once you found him.”

“There was a change of plans.” You pushed past Steve, wanting nothing else but to get Bucky home. Steve grabbed your arm and stopped you with his strength.

“Sam, get Bucky back to the jet.”

Sam looked at Steve, then to you. You must have been staring daggers at him because he just held up his hands in defeat. “Sorry Cap.”

Steve sighed. “What the hell y/n? You could have gotten yourself killed.”

“Steve—“ Bucky started weakly.

“I was not going to wait for you to decide when to make a move. He needed me. I wasn’t going to have him trapped in this shit hole any longer, being beaten and tortured while you approved of a plan.”

“You are out of line y/n,” Steve boomed.

“They crossed the line.” You countered in an even but stern voice. “They crossed the line as soon as they took him. In fact, I recall you crossing similar lines in Germany a few years ago, but instead of giving you shit about it, I helped you.” You hissed.

"We both know you didn't cross those lines for my benefit," Steve said.

You glared are Steve, the smoke swirled around you in anger. Bucky’s fingers grazed your neck. The touch calmed you and you sighed. This nonsense could wait. You needed to get Bucky out of that hell hole.

“We can talk about this later. I realize you’re upset, and I have made quite a mess of things, but I will not apologize for what I have done here tonight.”

You pushed past them, taking Bucky to the Quinjet and sitting him down gently. Sam and Steve were right behind you, Sam had something metal under his arm. He knelt down by Bucky and handed him his arm.

“I think you lost this, buddy.”

Bucky gave him a weak smile. Sam patted his shoulder and followed Steve into the cockpit. Bucky reattached his arm and moved it around, adjusting it to his liking. You watched him, eyeing over his injuries with worry.

“Don’t,” Bucky chided. “I’m fine.”

You arched your brows at him. “I think you’re a stubborn idiot.”

"Apparently, so are you," he mused. His eyes darkened a bit as he caressed your face with his metal hand. "You amaze me, y/n. What you did for me tonight-"

"I would do again, a million times if it meant keeping you safe. I made you a promise, James, and I thought I'd broken that promise. I never want to lose you to the Winter Soldier again. I don't think I could bare it."

"I don't fear the past. Who I was forced to be- he's gone. I think tonight has only proved that. My only fear now is losing you." His fingertips brushed across your cheeks, sliding down to your bottom lip. "That, and maybe you, my little shadow monster."

"You should be, Barnes. You should be."

Bucky chuckled and leaned his head back against the headrest. “I love you. I don’t deserve you.”

You smiled at him and kissed his cheek. “Hush now. I love you more than anything. Now rest, my dear. We will be home soon.”

Bucky rested his head on your shoulder, nuzzling his blood stained face into your neck. You kissed his forehead as he closed his eyes. The Quinjet hummed silently as you flew threw the air. You knew you would face hell once you returned to the compound, but you felt the warmth from your love beside you. Safe in your arms. You were ready to face whatever would come.

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[ace-of-gay]

Cold outside, you should stay over instead

Bucky and reader

Warnings: FLUFF, freezing weather, big snowstorm, walking home in the snowstorm, reader takes a bath and wears buckys clothes but thers no mention of any details plus bucky aint in the room ALPINE!!

No pronouns or skintone used or implied

Welcome to all body types

1,599words

Edited to the best of my ability

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The weather over the past few months was absolutely all over the place from warm sunny days to bitter cold windy and rainy days straight back to the sunny but cold days like the shift between fall and winter was indecisive on if it wanted to happen just yet.

Having checked the weather on the news this morning, the forecast said it’d be cold but it didn’t prepare for what you would find on your walk home from work.

Bucky and you had planned to stop at the café after work to combat the cold hands you would endure on your way home like you had to this morning.

Stepping out the front door of the tower onto the frozen sidewalk, taking a look around to see snow spinning and swirling into drifts along the sides of the road, against cars and the sides of the building. Most of the shops and businesses around closed early, lights out, doors locked for the unplanned blizzard.

The streets dead of life and light beyond you and Bucky standing under the dim cast from the streetlights.

“We gotta get outta this as soon as possible or we’ll get stuck” he chuckles leading the way.

The snow being the most shallow towards the middle of the street making it the best place to walk as no one is driving anywhere in weather like this. Thick clusters of falling snow making it hard to see where you’re going, the tiny flickers of faint blue light just barely reflecting off of the snow in front of your every step.

After just a few minutes of stumbling your way following Bucky through the drifts, you slip on what you would assume to be ice under the snow, your body becoming friends with gravity’s pull, landing with an oomph and a soft thud cradled by the mostly untouched powder beneath you.

Bucky hurriedly turned around to find you sprawled on your back in the snow, helping you up and dusting the back of your sweater off the best he can, the snow melting and seeping through your layers of clothing pulling a chilled huff from you, refusing to let your body shiver no matter how cold you are so not to worry Bucky. Your huff catching his attention, “you okay, doll?” Looking back at you next to him, “yea, just clearing my throat” you shrug playing it off, with reluctance he accepts your response, taking your hand in his own, “you’re not goin down again, ya hear me?” He shakes your hand, making you laugh, “got it sarg”

Another five minutes and you’ve only seen three people outside and one of them was just outside to smoke.

A shiver finally wracking your body making you gasp, your jaw starting to chatter catching Bucky’s attention once again, stopping he removes his jacket and gloves, turning to you, “take off your sweater and take my jacket instead” he holds it out for you to take.

Putting your hands up to stop him “you’re going to get cold, I’m fine buck”

He shakes his head not taking no for an answer.

Normally he isn’t the pushy type unless one of his friends is in need of something, “please y/n, the cold doesn’t bother me, you need it more than I do, plus I’m almost home, you’ve still got a bus ride to take” with a huff and a shiver you unzip your soaked sweater slipping it off and letting Bucky help you into his, he takes your sweater, draping it over his left arm, helping you button up his big puffy canvas carhartt jacket with Sherpa lining, already warming you up a bit, he takes one of your hands and shoves one glove onto it, doing the same for the other before you got the chance to decline his offer.

“Buckyyy”, “nope, you don’t get to Bucky me, you’re not a super soldier, you’re staying warm”

Your arms dropping in defeat.

You continue until you get to Bucky’s complex, “do you want to come inside to warm up, or even stay while the storm is here?” He offers, but you decline, “ill be fine buck, besides I don’t want to be a bother, now go inside before I decide to give you your jacket back” you threaten, so with heavy reluctance he does, you continue on your walk, your phone dinging, a message from bucky, “let me know when you get on the bus”.

Shoving your phone into the pocket of the jacket, still shivering from the bitter wind and icy water against your face, luckily your bus stop is only a block away from his apartments.

Arriving, you try to look at the schedule board but the glass is frosted over, taking off your gloves, you check the online bus schedule, you’re faced with bold red letters, “ALL ROUTES CANCELED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE DUE TO SNOWSTORM “

It hadn’t even occurred to you that busses weren’t running, you hadn’t even realized there weren’t any running routes, you were to focused on getting home, Bucky’s gloves still held between your teeth, hands trembling trying to type in a message to Bucky through watering eyes, the wind circling around, stumbling from the sway of every gust, giving up on texting you resort to hitting the call button on Bucky’s contact.

With luck on your side he picks up on the second ring “hey doll, did you get to the stop in time? Are you okay?”, you pull the gloves from between your teeth, putting them in your pocket “uhm, yeah I’m okay, but I don’t know what I’m supposed to do buck, its so cold and the busses are canceled, I cant walk two miles in this weather while its still getting worse” you drone on, ranting when he interrupts you, “come to my place Hun, I’m on my way as well, ill see you yea?”

Nodding as if he could see it, the hang up dial tone telling you, you could shove the phone back into your pocket and put the gloves back on.

Crossing your arms over your body and putting your hands between your arm and torso on each side to add a little more warmth, you stumble through soft fluffy, frozen and compacted layers, the wind causing you to sway and walk in the direction it blows you can barely see in front of you.

You’re going the right way you just cant see where you are exactly, that is until you hear snow crunching coming towards you and your name being called out through the bitter Whooshing wind.

Bucky runs up to you pulling you into his chest, “lets get you inside as soon as possible, were less than a block away, I’ve got you” violent trembles wracking your body, the cold biting through the jacket now, your joints start to hurt from the barometric pressure drop, earlier it had only been an ache but now it hurts to move.

Finally you reach Bucky’s apartment, kicking your boots on the doorstep edge to loosen any remaining snow.

Inside he ushers you out of the jacket gloves and into the bathroom, plugging the tub, running it warm, but not terribly hot so not to cause you pain from temperature transition, he than leaves the room closing the door on his way out, “ill be right back with a change of clothes and a towel for you. All of such making you laugh as you still tremble.

You rid yourself of your boots and snow-soaked clothing easing into the warm water, the pain in your joints feeling instant relief.

A knock on the door and It opens just enough for him to pass the clothes and towel through setting them on the counter and leaving once more.

Once done with your bath you get out, drying off you turn on the heat lamp and getting dressed, he had left you his red henley and a pair of sweatpants, stepping out you find him in his living room, a fire in the fireplace and an old movie playing on his television.

“How are you feeling?” Sipping at a cup of a steaming liquid another set upon the coffee table, you join him, "much better", pulling a yellow blanket from the back of the couch but he stops you, “here use this one instead, that one is alpines blanket, she doesn’t even let me use it”,

“Alpine?” You question and like clockwork a gorgeous white tomcat hops up onto the cushion between you both, rubbing herself against Bucky’s side and than prances right up to you, sniffing you and without any hesitancy she lays down across your lap.

“She doesn’t even do that with Steve and he’s over here once a week, you must seem special to her”

A little while later after you’ve eaten dinner and watched a couple of movies, you had fallen asleep against his side, encapsulated in the warmth oh him, his home and alpine, it makes his heart melt.

He carefully stands up, picking you up, alpine hopping down before he lifts you all the way, one arm beneath your knees, the other under your shoulders, he takes you to his bedroom, tucking you into his bed, covering you with his blankets.

Alpine hops up curling up on your stomach above the blankets causing him to smile to himself “I’m glad you like them aswell alpine, I hope we can keep them around “ he mumbles under his breath leaving the room to sleep on the couch, it wouldn’t bother him whatsoever as long as you’re safe and happy.

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Im finally backk, thank you all for being patient, i think i had writers block or something

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Stopping by this week with a little snippet from Jacob and Mercedes' winter drabble where she truly tests his patience. 🤍

"When, Isaac?", Jacob's question hung in the air, met by silence that made the cabin feel even smaller, especially with the storm raging outside. Dolos had refused to leave his side since he had walked into the house, appearing just as on edge as he was at the absence of his owner. "I think,", there was a pause, his Chosen selecting his words carefully at the dangerous edge his voice carried, "40 minutes ago, sir." The revelation caused his frown to deepen as the hand running over the canine's white fur froze completely, "Think? I need better than that, seeing how you didn't go with her." "She insisted she could handle the drive back, and I had to take care-" "Did I ask you for an excuse, soldier?", Jacob cut him off. "No." "What I thought." The radio receiver clathered uselessly against the table as he pushed his chair back and hurriedly shrugged on his coat. Reaching her directly had proven unsuccessful. Sitting around while he knew without a shadow of a doubt that the ride back would have taken Mercedes less than how much time had already passed was out of the question, not with his worry only increasing by the minute. Dolos was right on his heels, gaze meeting his when Jacob came to an abrupt stop in the small hallway, "Stay. I'm going to find her. Bring her home. She's okay." He couldn't decide if he was assuring the dog or himself of that. But his words must have sounded convincingly enough to her companion, making him retreat to the living room. "Goddamn it, woman, always so stubborn.", he muttered under his breath, a gust of wind trying to force him back inside the second he swung open the front door.

Cold bit at his face, but he ignored the feeling and pushed forward through the snow that seemed to have doubled in the last couple of minutes and was quickly covering the cabin's previously cleared driveway. His mood soared as he sped off in the direction of St. Francis, the truck's wipers struggling against the mad flurry of snowflakes that swirled around until he could barely see the road, let alone any animal that might decide to cross it. Months back, he probably wouldn't have thought twice about Mercedes getting into trouble let alone made it his problem, yet now no matter how much he tried to remain stoic and push down the raising emotions within him, he couldn't. The white scenery gave way to a smudge of red on the path ahead of him. A truck. Hers. The sight caused him to slam on his breaks and jump out of the vehicle, the empty interior of the abandoned ride threatening to extinguish any hope he had about easily finding her. Faint tracks led away from the passenger's side door, signaling she had headed off down a bent that ended nowhere safe, especially during a blizzard. He cursed at the snow that slowed his movement, at the fact more was falling and covering her footsteps, and she was most likely lost in the middle of the woods with dusk approaching steadfast. "Mercedes!", her name was drowned out by the whistling wind, a wolf howling somewhere far into the distance, his guard immediately rising up as he pulled a pistol out of the holster strapped to his thigh.

His eyes scanned ahead, clinging onto the remainders of her reckless detour that meandered around the looming pines. A small figure that almost appeared as a mirage through the gale beating at his form had him rushing through the dense snow that would have almost been knee-deep for someone as tall as Mercedes. His strides were determined as his sights set on the silhouette, and he called out her name again. Jacob had no idea if she had somehow heard him over the persisting storm or had stopped on her own accord, but it gave him a chance to catch up. His hands grasped her while he examined her from curls covered by a knitted beanie down to her coat that was failing miserably against the dropping temperatures and boots swallowed by the snow piles. Confusion swam in her dark eyes when they met his. "Jacob.", her voice was barely audible over the howling wind, and whatever she said next got completely muffled into his chest when he pulled her into his embrace. Her fingers clutched at his coat, body shivering against his. "Come on before the storm gets any worse.", he commanded with a frown, hand wrapping around her to keep her close and help in navigating the terrain faster. His thoughts were as chaotic as the weather around them, a blur of possibilities that only grew darker at the idea he could have been late. Found her- No. "Keep moving. Come on, sweetheart. We're almost there.", whatever anger he felt at her foolishness dissipated at how weak she appeared, and before he could think twice, he scooped her up, arms wrapping around his neck as he carried her the way he had come from. He moved with a new purpose, fueled by the promise of the warmth of his truck. "You're so warm. So warm."

Mercedes kept her face buried in the crook of his neck, and soon enough, he broke through the treeline and onto the road. Jacob pulled the door open, quickly depositing her in the passenger's seat before climbing in too and starting the truck. "Do you know how worried I was?", the confession slipped past his lips, eyes remaining on the treacherous road ahead when all he wanted was to glance towards her and check on her condition. "The truck died on me completely. I thought it would be faster to walk home before the storm gets any worse." The dismissiveness to her statement paired with the way her teeth chattered only made his hold on the wheel tighten before he uttered out, "You get into any kind of trouble, you radio for help. We talked about this." "Isaac... had his hands full already." "I didn't mean Isaac, Mercedes. You radio me." She crossed her hands over her chest, "I don't need you to come to my rescue." "Well, if it ain't too late for that, sweetheart. Would you rather I leave you to wander off into wolf territory next time so you become their dinner? Makin' sure my future Judges are well-fed." "You're such an ass sometimes." "I'd take that as a thank you for saving you." "Of course, you will." A huff broke free before her gaze focused out of her window, and she settled for ignoring him. Or so he thought until he snuck a quick look her way and caught her drifting off, head almost banging against the glass.

His arm shot out and landed on her shoulder to stir her up, "Hey, hey, stay with me. No sleeping." Her eyes fluttered open at his gruff tone, dark gaze filled with confusion once more meeting his, "Jacob?" "I need you awake, sweetheart." Her hand was ice cold to the touch when Jacob grasped it in his, despite the heat blowing in the truck. "Just wake me up when we-" "I know you're thinking you're tired, but you're not, you're freezing, and sleeping will not help keep you warm, okay? It's only going to make things worse." He expected Mercedes to argue again, instead, she gave him a curt nod before intertwining her fingers through his. Something about the simple touch stopped his frustration from rising up again. The snow that had gathered over the short ride back and forth and white flurry on the other side of the windshield almost made him miss the turn leading up to the cabin. "Stay in the truck.", he instructed as he parked as close to the house as he could and climbed out to get to her side. Jacob dreaded forcing her out in the cold once more, especially with how the wind cut through his clothes, but staying in the truck seemed counterproductive with how much the weather was worsening. "I can walk.", annoyance was written all over her face upon sensing his plan when he pulled her door open. "And I'm still going to carry you, so we can spare ourselves another useless argument."

Mercedes eased into his arms after giving him a dark look, and he set off towards the porch with a couple of long strides. He pushed his way into the house, forcing the door closed with his foot to stop the cold from following them in before lowering her to the ground and kicking off his shoes. Snowflakes had gathered into her blonde curls, and in another situation, he would have caught himself gawking if it wasn't for the visible shivers and her very flushed cheeks. "Come on.", his hand grasped hers, and he pulled her along as soon as her boots were off. Thankfully he had the forethought to light a fire before his call with Isaac so by then the cabin had warmed up, instead of greeting them with its own level of coldness. Dolos let out a happy bark the second the two came into his view, rushing at Mercedes to nudge her leg with his nose in a greeting. "Hey, baby. I didn't mean to worry you.", her voice dipped with sweetness as she addressed the canine, hand stroking his head for extra reassurance. A curt nod from Jacob was enough to settle him back down by the fireplace. At least one of you is listenin' to me… He led her to their bedroom, helping Mercedes shrug off her coat before moving onto her jeans that were no doubt soaked through from her improvised trek.

"Ah, now I see…", she quipped from above as he crouched down and pulled at the material, hands landing on his shoulders for balance while his touch trailed down her cold skin. Her eyes shone with a playful gleam when they found his, "It was all a big ploy just to get me naked. So sneaky of you, Mr. Seed." Jacob rose up, a frown still ruling over his features, "In bed, Mercedes." "Bossy.", her shaky fingers worked on the buttons of her shirt that was as dainty as all the dresses she wore, "Forgot something, though." Getting seduced by someone battling any level of hypothermia was certainly a first, but he had quickly learned to expect anything from Mercedes, even when she wasn't feeling at her best. "We're not going there.", he warned as the garment came undone, a sliver of her white lacy bra teasing him underneath. Goosebumps spread over her exposed flesh when the shirt hit the ground, but she didn't let that stop her, reaching for the piece of lingerie next, "Enough, Mercedes." "You're no fun." He shook his head at her pout and forced himself to lift up the covers instead of taking a step in her direction and helping her take off what little covered her body. His own thoughts had taken the same route she had, but he knew fucking her like she wanted wasn't going to be helpful no matter how much it promised to release the frustration he was dealing with thanks to her stunt. Head in the game, soldier.

"In bed.", he repeated when she remained standing up, clearly ignoring instructions to spite him. "You gonna make me?" Don't bite. Don't. A grunt ripped free, "Or freeze your ass off." Before he could fall right into the very obvious trap set up for him, he stormed out of the room, her soft laughter echoing behind him, "Yes, dad." It was another attempt to rile him up, the same way she would throw in 'brother' every once in a while when addressing him in front of Joseph, having figured out how much he hated the word. Jacob took a deep breath the moment he was on his own in the kitchen, opening and closing cabinets until he located everything he needed while he waited for the water to boil. He quickly gathered a spare blanket Mercedes kept laying around in the living room for anytime she would fall asleep on the couch while waiting for him to come home. A look through one of the small windows revealed what he suspected already: the storm wasn't letting up and he was truly lucky to have found her when he did. "She's something else, isn't she?", he whispered to Dolos when he ambled into the kitchen, "But then again, she prefers to put me through those trials…" His name sounded from the bedroom, making him tense up all over again with how she sing-songed it. "Yes?", he hollered back and poured water into the mug she seemed to favor. Honey as sweet as her tone followed suit, same one he had been licking off her body days back. Don't go there.

He didn't want to read too much into the idea he had noticed what things she had made hers in the house that not that short ago had belonged to strangers. "Just making sure you didn't flee into the storm to escape me." With his quest essentially completed, he set off back to the bedroom, reminding himself he had to be strong. "I have no idea what you mean." "Mhm, sure you don't.", a smile was aimed his way when he entered, and a part of him was taken aback by the fact she had complied for once and actually crawled in bed as advised. Her hands snuck out to grab the cup he offered her and cradled it between her palms, a sigh in content leaving her lips at the warmth it provided. "Feelin' better yet?", he asked as he spread the knitted blanket over the sheets and took a seat at the edge of the mattress, watching her as she sipped the drink. "Yes. And don't worry, I won't tell Isaac and the rest about your soft side. It would be our little secret." His eyes narrowed at her loaded look, "No such thing." "You made me tea. Just as I like it, if I might add." A strange feeling appeared in his chest at the compliment. Pride, as perhaps John might categorize it. All he could do was stare while she drank her tea, then got up to leave when she placed the almost empty mug at the night stand, "I will be in the liv-" "No."

He tried his hardest to read the expression she wore, "No?" "I'm far from being warmed up completely, Jacob.", the way she bit her lip promised nothing good, same for her gaze traveling down his form, "And you were out there too… so, join me." "I'm not fucking you." The sharp reply won him an eyeroll, "I don't recall asking you to." Your eyes sure did. "I will be-" "-joining me in bed as soon as you undress? Yes, sounds great. Get on with it. Or are you enjoying sitting around in your damp jeans too much to?" Sitting around in jeans that he had trudged through knee-deep snow was inarguably far from the worst predicament he'd lived through, and he doubted she needed an actual reminder of it. He bit back the remark stating just that and headed for the door, her voice stopping him in his tracks and trampling over whatever self-control he had left within him. "Running away from little old me.", she tsk-tsked playfully, "And here I thought you were strong." "Mercedes." "What?", an innocent smile met him when he spun back around and erased the distance between them. "Remember what I said." "Which part?", she let out a laugh at his narrowed look, "I'm a bit out of it." He undid his jeans and pushed them down his legs with a sigh then shrugged off his shirt, "Very funny." "I was about to ask if you had grown shy all of a sudden and want me to look away with how much time you were taking to undress."

Now down to his boxers, he slid under the covers and wasted no time in pulling her close. "We're way past that, wouldn't you say?", Jacob muttered against her hair, placing a kiss on top of her head. Her body temperature seemed to have improved significantly as she sank into his embrace and his hand wrapped around her waist on instinct. His fingers spread over her abdomen, the realization they found no barrier of clothing registering in the next second. "You're completely naked." Mercedes hummed in response, "Skin on skin, isn't it how it works, Mr. Survival expert?" "I'm still in my underwear." Her hand covered his, "A problem with a very simple solution." "I'm not removing them." "We shall see about that.", the words were paired with her backing into him completely intentionally, which she played off as getting comfortable, "So… you were already home?" "Yeah." Her scent he had grown so attached to invaded his senses, and against his better judgment, he breathed it in like Angels did with their next fix of Bliss. "Why? Isaac said you were swamped with work." "Just because." She twisted in his arms to face him, giving him a solid confirmation she had gotten rid of her bra as well when she plastered her chest to his.

Her lips pursed at the excuse just as the lights in the room flickered, making him wonder how bad the blizzard was becoming, "Try again." "I was worried." "About me?" "About you setting the house ablaze while trying to start a fire." Fingers pinched his side, making him bite back an yelp at the surprise attack, "Asshole. You know I'm perfectly capable-" "I was worried about you and Dolos, and getting stuck in the dark if the cabin loses power. Happy?" Her dimples appeared at the confession, "So you came back." "And you're lucky I did because who knows what would have happened if I hadn't." "Natural selection taking its course, I believe, would be the term?" Jacob gave her a dark look before rolling on top of her and cupping her cheek, "Don't even joke about it." "Or I guess you prefer culling-"

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Дорогая 5 (The Winter Soldier/Bucky x Reader)

Summary: Things are kind of looking up for you, even if it means you're falling into a hole that you cannot dig yourself out of

Warnings: strong language, mentions of kidnapping, dark content, Stockholm syndrome coming into play here, small sexiness happening, questionable things, gaslighting to the max, let me know if I missed anything

Word Count: 2,1k

дорогая Masterlist II Marvel Masterlist

When you wake up the next morning, you find that you’re free to move around the bed as you please, that you can roll over without your one arm preventing you from getting comfortable. At first, you don’t notice it. But when you do, you’re fully awake and your head snaps to the bedpost to see that the handcuffs have been removed again. 

A lump forms in your throat, thinking that Bucky might have been in here without you knowing. It sends a shiver down your spine. Slowly, you push yourself off the bed, your eyes going to the window again. Thinking that you should try to escape again, you quickly shake that thought out of your head. If you couldn’t escape last time, you’re sure that if you try again, you won’t be successful this next time around. Even if you’re sure that it’s Bucky out there. But you’re not sure. 

You hear movement outside the room, like someone is in the kitchen. Walking towards the bedroom door, your heart races in your chest as you slowly reach for the door knob. You begin to turn it. 

The door is unlocked, allowing you to open it. The door swings open and you’re ready to be met with Bucky trying to get you back into the room. You’re not sure if you can survive another day in that room. You need something else to do. 

Nothing happens and you allow yourself to slowly walk towards the kitchen. You smell bacon, making your stomach grumble. You haven’t smelled something so good in a long time. Upon entering the kitchen, you see Bucky standing behind the stove, hand holding the handle of the pan where the delicious smell is coming from. You see two plates laid out on the counter island in the middle of the kitchen and eggs already placed on it with toast to the side, both made exactly the way you enjoy them.

He knows you. He really knows you. You just can’t bear to think how he has gotten to know you this well or where he has gotten this information on you. You don’t remember ever telling him how you like your eggs.

Hearing you enter the room, the floorboards creaking under you as you steps come to a halt, he turns around, a smile growing on his face when he sees you standing like a statue a few steps away from the island. 

“Mornin’, sweetheart,” he says, in English, but you don’t react to the nickname he uses. It’s like you’ve gotten used to hearing it now, whether it be in Russian or English. Bucky notices the lack of reaction from you, making his smile grow even wider for a split second before he turns completely with the pan of bacon in his hand. “You must be hungry. You haven’t eaten in a few days. I swear, I thought you were going on a hunger strike.”

You shake your head at his words. “I wasn’t… You didn’t bring me anything-”

“You should eat before it gets cold. Please. I don’t want you to get sick,” he cuts you off, not allowing you to finish your thought and it confuses you as to what’s true. 

Did you refuse or were you refused?

It all seems like such a blur now, the past few days - if it even was days - just all seem to be blurred together as one. You’re not entirely sure how many days have passed since you saw Bucky break through. If that even was Bucky at all.

Still, you sit down on the barstool at your stomach request as he gently pushes the full plate in front of you. It’s more food than you’ve seen in the past few days. You feel starving and yet you feel unsure if it’s safe to eat. Your eyes shoot up to Bucky standing across from you, as if to ask for permission to eat as your hands remain folded in your lap. He gives you a reassuring nod.

And with hesitating hands, you reach for the food to dig into the eggs first. 

As the first bite goes down your throat, your body relaxes, thanking you for finally giving it fuel again. The sigh of you relaxing makes Bucky chuckles and he leans on the counter with his bionic arm, uncovered this morning from the vest he wears, and continues to eat his own food. 

“I thought that after you shower, we could go for a hike this afternoon,” he casually says, your head perking up at the suggestion of going outside. “I hear there’s a nice trail not too far from here that I might check out. And if you’re good, I’ll bring you with me. But only if you’re good,” he sternly says, his eyes meeting yours with a cold glare that makes you feel as if you’re talking to the Winter Soldier once more. “You’ll be good won’t you, Дорогая?”

Yep, the Soldier is definitely back. It's hard to know who you’re talking to nowadays. You can never be sure if it’s Bucky of the Soldier. So, it’s probably best to not test that. You might find out the worst way.

You nod your head, swallowing the lump in your throat along with the mouthful of food you had been slowly chewing. “I’ll be good.”

“Promise?”

Taking a deep breath, you nod again, but words don’t find their way to your tongue. He smiles at you as he pushes himself off the counter to walk around the island. When he reaches you, he turns the chair you sit in so you can face in and he cups your cheek with his metallic hand. “I knew you’d come around eventually. Soon, you’ll see that this is the life you’ve always wanted, away from the exhausting life of an Avenger with peace and quiet. With me,” he whispers, his thumb caressing your cheek. “It’s what we both deserve.”

You want to believe him. God, you do. But you can’t help wondering how he knew that you wanted out of the Avengers so that you could live your life away from the fight. “Bucky, I…”

He hushes you, his thumb softly tracing over your bottom lip. “I can see you’re worried. But you don’t have to be. I’ll take care of everything. Trust me. That’s all I ask. Okay?”

The last word is harsh, making your heart almost leap into your throat. But you nod anyway, knowing that he’s much more pleasant when you don’t anger him and do as he asks. You don’t think you want to be in that same situation you were in when he found you in the woods when you tried to escape. 

He smiles. And before you can comprehend his next move, he leans down to press his lips to yours. The kiss surprises you, freezing you in your seat, as you stare his face so close to yours. You don’t know if you should kiss him back or not. You don’t know what he expects from you. 

Before you can figure out what to do, what you’re supposed to do, he pulls back, keeping his hand gripping your chin firmly, but not too harshly. “You’ll get used to this very soon,” he whispers, letting go of your face as he steps back. “Eat up. I’ll be back soon,” he says, walking out of the room and leaving you, just like that. 

You watch him leave, thinking that it could be so easy for you to walk out of that front door. You’re sure he knows that. And yet, nothing is telling you, urging you to do so. Instead, you turn back to your food and continue to eat your food.

In the distance, you can hear the shower turning on, the water running making you turn your head towards the sound, still chewing on your food as you stare off in the distance as if waiting for Bucky to return again. As you get halfway through your food, you almost stop, your stomach protesting at the amount of food you’ve suddenly shocked it with. But you’re scared that if you don’t eat it, he won’t be happy with you. So, you force yourself to eat every bite until there’s nothing left on the white plate. 

After your last bite, you slowly stand up from your seat and walk over to the sink where you rinse off the plate with some water before gently placing it down on the counter beside the sink. At the sound of the water turning off, your head turns to the side as your hand grip the edge of the counter so hard that your knuckles start to turn white. 

You hear footsteps coming from the bathroom after the door opens, a breath catching in your throat when you briefly see Bucky’s figure appearing in the doorframe of the kitchen. Turning your head away to look back down, you avoid his gaze, but you have seen that he’s wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. 

He’s teasing you, you know this. And whatever games he’s playing with your mind right now, the least you can do is at least compose yourself and not let him win whatever game this is right now. 

Hearing him chuckle as he leans against the doorframe, you take a deep breath and shift on your feet. “Shower’s free, dollface,” he says.

You turn quickly, keep your eyes on the floor as you walk past him. As you pass him, you hear him laugh at your shyness. All you care about at the moment is getting to the bathroom and in the shower. You can’t recall when you last showered, not since the mission where Bucky’s Winter Soldier Programming was triggered. 

If only you can figure out what happened that caused the trigger. Maybe if you figure it out, then you can figure out how to reverse it and get the real Bucky back. But will that even change anything? If you have seen the real Bucky like you think you have every now and then since the night of your attempted escape and he hadn’t been any different than your kidnapper the Winter Soldier, then you’re not sure that there’s any faith for you.

You lock the bathroom door behind you, your hand resting on the doorknob as you think to yourself that this is not going to stop Bucky from coming in if he wants too. Still, it gives you a sense of security. Like you’re in some kind of control. 

After undressing, peeling the days-old clothes off your body, you step into the shower, breathing a sigh of relief as you feel the warm water on your skin. The tense feeling in your muscles dissipates as you let the water run down your hair, your fingers running through the strands to wash the sweat and grit out. 

You allow yourself a moment of peace, forgetting about what might be waiting for you outside the bathroom, forgetting about the man behind the doors.

But you can’t forget about him completely. He’s still there, in the back of your mind. It’s as if you can still feel his touch on your skin, his hands cupping your face, the metallic hand on the one and the flesh on the other. You can still feel the contrast, even under the hot water running down your face. 

Your fingers touch your cheeks as you stand still under the water. Eyes remaining closed, your fingers slowly trace your jawline, but in your mind, you picture your hands to be his. Your heart rate picks up as your fingers caress your neck, coming to a rest at your collarbones. And you stop, taking a deep breath as you open your eyes to stare at the tiled wall in front of you. 

You can still feel his lips on yours, the sensation making your tongue dart out as if to wet your lips in anticipation for another kiss. 

A need fills you. An unexpecting need. You want to feel his touch again. You feel as if you have not had anyone touch you in a long time. You haven't had anyone hug you or place a reassuring hand on your shoulder or accidentally brush your hand while passing you the sugar. The only touch you’ve felt has been Bucky’s and you know that he is the only one that you can get a touch from so your mind is looking for comfort in that. It’s nothing sexual, but God, it’s been a while since you’ve had anything like that either. Maybe that would be nice too…

Your hands stop halfway down your body as your mind comes back to sense, stopping you from imagining that it’s Bucky’s hands running down your body, tracing out your frame. 

What the fuck has gotten into you?

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[strawberry-lemonade-kisses]

Serpent demon Obanai makes the brain go BRrrrr

Blue and Yellow watched lazily from the treetops, witnessing the rush of the river and its heavy current, taking fish from one end all the way home. Birds chirped from somewhere else, their nests built far away from where the Serpent demon usually lazed about. ‘Poison’ he had hissed as one brave soldier pecked at the multicolored scales. Such scales covered the sides of his neck, unseen by the Dark tresses that went down the length of his back, but he had it off to the side, watching curiously as the young robin pecked curiously at the shiny object embedded amongst others. As he managed to dig under the scale eliciting a sharper hiss from the male, Green bubbled underneath, the smell overwhelming in the acidic and putrid levels. Lethal with just a drop. The robin didn’t survive, falling from the top of the tree just seconds later. The demon didn’t even blink, unbothered at the idiocy of some creatures. But they had learned now, leave him alone, give him space and he’ll leave you alone. His eating habits weren’t aimed towards them, if anything, he helped them. Devouring the unlucky soul who dared enter the woods and hunt the creatures who resided within. He had enjoyed his solitude, he didn’t need companions and he didn’t need power. He had a nice cave that he retired to when he wanted to get a longer sleep, mainly when winter had come and he couldn’t hide in the trees. He had covered the entrance in his blood, warding off anything with a brain cell to stay away. But he couldn’t do that with the forest, for how could he eat? Especially when his next meal just wandered in. He sat up, no longer lounging, but paying attention, stalking. She was younger than the old men who always came to hunt, with years of experience under their belts and confidence. This young woman, however, seemed unbothered, innocent, and sweet. She hummed the songs he had heard play from the nearby village on the nights they blew off those annoying fireworks, the nights he would go back to his cave to avoid the noise. She was headed towards the river, a large basket on her hip as she quickly stepped over branches and fallen logs. The demon lowered himself closer to the ground, perching himself on different branches as he followed her closer to the river. With a small grunt, she had sat by the riverside unearthing the fruits and vegetables that lay inside. “You know not many manage to make themselves comfortable in these woods.” After watching for a few minutes as she quietly washed off the grime from her harvest the demon finally spoke. Swinging his legs off to the branch just above her. She jumped at the sound of his voice, the inhuman waver and the emphasis on his ‘s’ alerted her immediately as she rose to her feet, looking up at the demon who refused to blink. “I have reason to believe it’s because of you” He smiled, the sharpened points of his teeth glistening in the afternoon sunlight. “Observant. Why do you think that, I’m just innocently sitting here enjoying the day.” “I’ve heard many stories about the demon in the woods. The man who looks like a human but also a snake. But I’m not scared, I can defend myself.” His smile grew, the corners of his mouth inhumanly touching the edge of his face in a predatory grin as she pulled a carving knife out of the band tying her shirt shut. He hopped off of the branch, landing in front of her. “I have no doubts you can defend yourself against me, my dear, it is a fish carving knife After all, should be able to slice through scales easily. But we don’t need to be doing that now.” He eyed the knife carefully, taking a step to the side as he looked her up and down, analyzing her lack of the clothing women usually wear. “Then let me go demon” He took a step back, letting her walk past with her basket, knife still pointed at him. “You’ll come visit tomorrow? The river over here has a lot of fish that go to waste when I don’t eat them. Please help yourself to them” The second her foot crossed over the edge of the forest she was running.

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[sleepingsun501]

Omg I am absolutely inconsolable about tbb 😭 BUT I haven't been able to stop thinking about the parallel to echo's "death" in tcw.

I've seen your posts talking about this too and while this might just be a coincidence...I can't let it go that Tarkin was present for both incidents (the citadel and it's his compound in Plan 99).

I mean it's very possible that it's a coincidence because I mean it is Tarkin and this is his area within the Empire but a small part of me is almost hoping his presence was intentional 🫢

Oh, Nonnie ❤️❤️ believe me, I’m right there with you. I cried my eyes out.

But yes, to me it feels far too much like Echo’s “death.” All we got when Echo “died” was a shot of his scorched helmet, and now all we get is a shot of Tech’s cracked goggles? And Tarkin being there for both incidents makes these parallels feel deliberate. Also, golden rule of Star Wars deaths: no body, no proof. If the writers wanted us to know for sure he was dead, they would have killed him onscreen like they did with Fives, Waxer, Satine, Steela, Kanan, etc.

I hope you don't mind me using your ask for this, but I had to get all this out of my head. Below are my continued ramblings about why I think Tech is alive 👇

Something I’ve noticed the fandom talking about is that only the eyeglass part of the goggles was broken. If Tech had been crushed by the falling car, those goggles would be crushed as well, and there would be blood on them. The strap was intact and there was no blood on them, and we know the animators aren’t afraid to show blood. Hemlock could have just cleaned them up a bit, but that would’ve taken away the shock value they had on the Batch, so I don’t think that’s likely. So, I think he probably hit something on the way down that broke his fall and just happened to break the eyeglass part of his goggles.

Way back during their introductory episodes in season 7 of TCW, Hunter mentions that Tech records everything. The goggles now feel like a plot device. I hope we see that Tech did record something showing he’s alive on his goggles for the rest of the Batch to find.

Hemlock would have had to take Tech’s helmet off to get those goggles off of him, dead or alive, so Hemlock is lying about the goggles being the only thing he could “salvage.” I also refuse to believe that the flimsiest part of Tech’s armor would be the only thing that survived any kind of impact, and Tech’s helmet has never just fallen off either. I would love to hope that Tech just smacked his face and broke his goggles in the fall, and just limped away and left them somewhere for the Empire to find, hoping the Empire would believe he’s dead and something carried his body off.

Also, Hemlock is a sadistic mad scientist (for lack of a better term). Mad scientists don’t just leave bodies lying around. Tech being an enhanced clone would be fascinating to Hemlock, and there’s no way he’d leave Tech’s body or even body parts if Tech was dead. If Tech is alive, then there’s absolutely no way Hemlock would’ve left him there. He would have seen Tech as Imperial property and as a new test subject. Hemlock also seems to know a great deal about Clone Force 99 in general, too, so he would know how smart Tech is. If Tech survived that fall and did get picked up by the Empire, Hemlock would be doing everything he could to get Tech on his side as an asset. As much as I don’t want to think about Tech being winter-soldiered, I think it’s very possible.

To go along with that, giving the goggles to Hunter and saying “this is all I could salvage” feels like an attempt by Hemlock to throw the Batch off the trail. Hemlock knows Hunter would come after Omega, but he doesn’t know what the Batch thinks happened to Tech and would be doing whatever he could to deter them from searching for Tech’s body.

For anybody saying “Tech couldn’t have survived that fall and he’s just dead,” that is entirely possible, I won’t deny that. I would like to point out a fun historical fact: during WWII in 1943, an American airman named Alan Magee was shot down over France. He was ejected from his plane at roughly 22,000 ft, and he proceeded to fall 4 miles before crashing through the glass roof of the St. Nazaire train station which broke his fall. If that dude could survive that, I think Tech could survive this.

Especially because we don’t know what Tech landed on. Could he have landed flat on his back and died instantly? Yes, I won’t discount that as a possibility. But I think it’s much more likely he landed on some kind of slope or in some trees that would break his fall, and if he was able to get his speed under control, then he would probably manage to be ok—like Hunter was when he fell down the mountain in season 1. While I doubt he landed in some water, if he managed to right himself in the air so he landed feet first, crossed his ankles and arms, and managed to throw something to break the surface tension of the water first, he could have potentially been ok.

And let’s look at all the other times people have survived extremes in Star Wars: Rex got shot in the chest and lived, Hunter fell down a mountain and lived, Echo and Gregor both got blown up and were presumed dead until they made their comebacks, Maul got cut in half and fell down a shaft and lived, Obi-Wan survived his fall, and I’ll include Palpatine in here too for the hell of it.

I’m also gonna say, we should have seen this coming with all the character development and emotional growth we got from Tech this season. Was I afraid this would happen? Yep. Did I hope it would go another way? Absolutely. I still think there was a better way to go about this unless the writers have something up their sleeves for season 3. We’ll have to wait and see.

But, whether you ship Tech and Phee or not, his little romantic subplot was left so wide open you could drive a semi through it, and on top of that, it just doesn’t feel like this is where his story ends. Tech has proven time and time again how durable, capable, smart, and strong he is. He has almost drowned saving Omega, been in crash landings, been crushed, has fallen, and survived how many battles with impossible odds.

This is also the same man who had his femur fractured in the second episode of the season. The femur is one of the most weight-bearing bones in the body, and there is no way he should have been able to put any weight on that leg at all. Not only that, he managed to effectively fight with his leg in that condition, too. Truthfully, his passing out from the pain at the end of that fight was the most realistic part of the injury. So, this also establishes that he has an insane pain tolerance. Plus, thanks to Star Wars medicine, he was up and around with no problem a few weeks later. It also makes sense that Tech, being more or less the team medic, would have at least some kind of medical stim somewhere in his gear or backpack and that if he survived his fall, he would probably be able to fight through the pain enough to temporarily treat himself.

So, to me, it doesn’t seem like a fall, even a large one, would be enough to take him out, and it really feels like something is missing. If they did this to prove he was willing to do anything for his family, including die, it’s redundant because we already knew that and we didn’t need that reiterated to us. It makes it feel even more like a fake-out, and his story feels incomplete. Those are all the reasons I think he’s alive.

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[peachymilkandcream]

Break Me Slowly|Part 11|Yandere Levi x Evelyn

(A/N: I know this is coming out later than planned but I didn't have a chance to sit down and write until now, but I hope you enjoy the newest chapter!)

WARNINGS: noncon, dubcon, manipulation, domestic abuse, yandere themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, stockholm syndrome, violence, mind breaking, misogyny, etc.

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Levi continued to scribble on his desk. He refused to look at her, refused to acknowledge her. The silence was utterly uncomfortable, making Evelyn shift from foot to foot. She wanted to defend herself, find something to fill the silence and relieve the tension so thick it could be cut with a knife. Right as she opened her lips to speak he spoke instead, making her jump slightly.

"After all I've done for you..given you a home, food, clothes, affection...you would try to dump me like I'm some kind of trash."

She was determined not to speak, although she had no doubt even from here he could see her lip trembling.

He stands in one motion. "Am I that much of a monster? You're so desperate to escape, I think I have every right to be upset."

Evelyn stares up at him, biting her lip so he couldn't see how terrified she was.

He pauses before backhanding her across the face. "Speak damn you! Why do you do this!? You disobey me again, and again! And then when you face the consequences you shut your mouth and cower, shaking like a leaf! Did you really think Erwin was on your side?" He scoffs. "Who do you think offered to help sell the lie. Your freedom came at the cheap price of my re-enlistment forms."

"Erwin cares about his soldiers..."

"Does he? He only cares about the greater good of humanity. It comes at whatever cost necessary. Yours, mine, even his lives are all just numbers. Statistics. You don't even want to know all the shit he's had me do in order to keep us on track. You're nobody, to anyone. Erwin, Hange, Eren, The Scouts, even that sad-eyed Braun. If any of them gave a damn about you they'd come save you. Don't you get it? No one cares about you, no one loves you." He pauses, taking a moment to run his hand through her hair. "Except me. I care about you...I love you...more than my own life. I would die for you, I would kill for you. You are my everything. You are the spring to my winter."

"If you really loved me you'd let me go, you wouldn't hurt me-"

"That's for your own good love..." He moves his head closer, kissing her neck gently. "I know you're unhappy, being a wife and mother is fulfilling, if you'd just be willing then think about the wonderful life you could have. Just submit already, submit to me.."

Evelyn couldn't stop herself, she turned her head to the side, letting have more access. She didn't want to be in pain. He had cause to beat her within an inch of her life, if just being willing for once would spare her the pain it couldn't be so bad. Just this once, one time pain free. She was just too tired to fight right now, even though she knew she should.

Levi took her slight movement as willingness, trying his best to keep his rush of arousal in check. He had only ever had her forcefully, while part of him enjoyed the fight, he truly just wanted her to submit to him. Sex without struggle was so much more arousing.

Her fingers found the buttons of his shirt, hastily undoing them and exposing his chiselled chest. Something in her just wanted to see if he really was more gentle when she gave in. Or if it was a lie to trick her into thinking the way he wanted her to. He would violate her either way, curiosity and a hint of desperation fuelled her to accept his embraces, accept his lips and tongue attacking her neck. Part of her liked being marked, it meant she was needed, wanted. Someone cared. Levi was a liar, but in this he had made a point, if her apparent friends did care about her, where were they? She only half remembered those words Reiner had said to her, begging her to come with him to a far off land, but he had never returned. He was probably finding a way whisk her away too and do the same thing Levi had done. They were all the same.

Levi pried off her clothes, he was so hungry, so desperate for her. He didn't want to waste a second and have her return to her stubborn ways of fighting him off. He loved her like this, needed her like this, he'd do anything to have it. Drug her, make her drunk out of her mind, give her those aphrodisiacs Petra had suggested, as odd as that was. It didn't matter to him, he just wanted to ride this high for as long as he could.

Against his normal instincts he was gentle, laying her down on his desk and using his discarded shirt to cradle her head. If she was willingly spreading her legs for him, he would uphold his part of the deal and be gentle. Even though everything in him screamed to shove every inch inside her without mercy. He was slow, took his time and let her feel every vein as he sheathed himself inside her.

"See what happens when you behave?" His voice was tender and loving as he started to move, slow and caring, actually giving her time to adjust and take in his length.

She didn't push him away, holding onto his arms to stabilize herself, her breathy moans coming freely and not forced from her clenched teeth. "Faster- please-" Her voice was little more than a whisper, but he heard it. Picking up the pace.

For once in their whole marriage this time it was about her, it was about him rubbing soft circles in her clit making her twitch, and gently flicking her nipple with his tongue. To him it was vanilla and almost boring, but the way it made her come undone so quickly made him not regret it in the least.

Normally she violently fought him off to avoid him finishing inside, begging and pleading with him to cum anywhere else. But this time she pulled him in with her legs, welcomed the hot liquid shooting deep inside her.

In the aftermath Evelyn hated herself for it, hated that she enjoyed it and so much. However she stopped beating herself up when she realized what this would mean, if she could just play along then Levi might let his guard down enough she could really leave. Escape at this point was useless, he could find her and he had allies she didn't even know about. If she pretended to be his housewife eventually he'd allow her more freedom until it was too much and she slipped past him. The moral side of her felt guilty for playing with someone's feelings, but after all he'd done to her morality wasn't something she could worry about right now.

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Levi was surprised by the sudden and drastic change in Evelyn, she allowed him to do whatever he wanted. She'd spread her legs for him and would act just like a normal wife should. It was suspicious for sure, but with his continued careful watch of her he would just reap the benefits of her change in attitude.

With her change in attitude came her freedom, he brought her out of the house more, allowing her to talk to and interact with others. She seemed to enjoy it, liking the interaction with anyone but him. When they walked through the street, she introduced him as "Her Husband", making his heart swell with pride and joy.

He proudly told Erwin of his feats in taming her, earning slight nods, merely listening in relative silence. When Levi finally finishes his rant, Erwin breaks his silence.

"She's not pregnant is she."

Levi hesitates, trying to get a read on Erwin's intentions. "No, she's not."

"A failure on your part of course."

"If that's how you see it."

"It is." Erwin rearranges things on his desk. "Which brings me to my point." He laces his fingers and rests his elbows on the wood surface, staring Levi down. "It's been some time since Eren has gone missing, so long that now the government is breathing down my neck."

"And what do your problems have to do with me?"

"We've confirmed Eren's somewhere in Marley correct? Your wife was good friends with him when he was still a scout, I want her to bring him back."

Levi scoffs. "Why not just send one of those brats like Mikasa or Armin? They're arguably closer."

"True, but not as mature, plus, my plan is to send her undercover. Posing as a Marleyian soldier."

"And when she gets caught? You just want her to get killed?" He couldn't hide the aggression in his voice.

"Of course not." Erwin pauses again, as if choosing his words carefully. "Your wife also made a connection with the traitor Reiner Braun, if she's caught, she'll have a sympathizer who might spare her life."

Levi stands abruptly. "Like hell I'll allow that." He quickly turns to leave.

"I'm afraid your alternative isn't much better."

He stops and turns. "And that is?"

"I'll expose you publicly for what you've done."

"Tch. And lose your prize Scout? I know a bluff when I hear one."

"At this point Levi, Eren is more useful than even you. If he can trigger even a small scale Rumbling to crush our enemies I won't have need for you ever again."

Levi grits his teeth. "Blackmailing me Erwin, I'm impressed. Didn't know you had the guts." He turns on his heel and rips the door open.

"Is that a deal then?"

"It's a deal alright you bastard." Levi leaves the room, slamming the door so hard behind him books rattle and fall off their shelves.

Erwin finally lets his smirk show itself on his face. "How do you like a taste of your own medicine Levi?"

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[broodybuck]

The Magic Touch | Series Part 4

Series Summary: The soldier is finally free but he has one big problem, he can't finish. Until he meets a man called Steve who apparently has the magic touch.

Series Tags: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes | Rated E | Tags: 18+ explicit smut, Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes, Post-Hydra, Bucky Barnes Recovering, no refractory period

[Masterpost]

[PART 1] [PART 2] [PART 3]

This is who he was before the soldier?

He doesn't even recognize himself. He's staring at his own face and he has no idea who that is.

This doesn't make any sense.

He knew Steve... Steve was his best friend? The soldier's head spins, it hurts. This is too much information, he can't process it all. But he keeps staring.

He stands in front of the display for a long time. He memorizes it, every word, then goes to the public library and reads more.

On the walk back, the soldier grows angry. How could Steve not tell him who he was? He's Bucky Barnes... who the fuck is that? More importantly, where was Steve when he was trapped with them for nearly a century?

He's furious by the time he gets back to his place, steps inside, and finds Steve sitting at the table.

The rage bubbles inside of him instantly. He slams the door shut and walks to the other side of the room.

"I hate you."

"What?" Steve leaps up from the chair looking like a heartbroken puppy.

"You lied to me."

"Buck, no—"

"You know who I am, you know me."

"I..." Steve hesitates. He's been caught red handed.

"Leave," the soldier demands.

"Bucky, please, let's talk about this," he pleads as he walks over.

The soldier throws a fist, the metal one, straight for Steve's face. Steve catches it in his hand but struggles to hold it. They're both strong from the serum but the metal is heavier than his flesh. Steve finally lets go and dodges the punch.

"Get out!" the soldier yells.

"Bucky, I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I was trying to take things slow."

"Slow? Fucking me five times a day taking it slow," the soldier barks back.

"I thought you wanted that — please tell me you wanted that. I would never—"

"I did. Fuck. Just get out. I hate you. I don't wanna see you ever again."

"No, Buck, please let me fix this. I can—"

"Get out!"

He starts pushing Steve to the door, physically shoving his chest backward until they make it across the room.

"I won't leave! I can't until—"

"Where were you!" Bucky screams.

He tears his hands off Steve and turns away. His eyes sting, his throat goes dry.

"What?" Steve's voice sounds small now.

"Where fucking you? A museum said you were my best friend. And you let them..." his voice cuts off then.

He steps further away, with his back still turned toward Steve but he assumes the blond man won't let it stay that way for long.

"I... I thought you were dead. I swear, I didn't know and then when I found out, we went to save you. I would've given anything to get you out of there." Steve's voice shakes. He might be crying but the soldier refuses to turn around. "I'm sorry, Buck. I blame myself, I do. I wish it was me. I never... please, Bucky. I'm sorry, I love you so much."

The soldier turns around, his eyes wide with shock.

"What?"

Steve nods, wiping tears from his eyes.

"I've always loved you. You probably don't remember. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

He falls to his knees and sobs. It surprises the soldier. He doesn't know what to do. He's never seen someone sob that wasn't begging for their life. Steve is... apologizing and confessing his love for him? The soldier is greatly confused by this.

Eventually, Steve's sobs calm down. He stares up at the soldier.

"You... love me?" the soldier repeats.

"Yes, Buck. Always have."

"And you still want me..."

Steve pushes himself up from his knees and stands.

"Of course, I always will."

The soldier's brows knit tightly together. It's hard to process. He doesn't know how to handle so many emotions. All he can think to say is something factual.

"You take care of me."

"I try," Steve says.

"I like that," the soldier admits.

It feels weak to say it out loud but it makes Steve smile.

"I want to. Would you let me keep doing that?"

The soldier presses his mouth tight, he looks at the mattress on his floor and thinks about sleeping there with Steve. Then he thinks about sleeping there without Steve. One feels much worse.

"Okay," the soldier agrees. "But on one condition."

"Anything."

"You tell me everything."

It's a lot for the soldier to process. Or maybe he should say Bucky. Since he knows who he is now.

It's odd trying to call himself by a name. He hasn't thought of himself that normally in a very long time. His name is Bucky, really James. Steve told him his entire life story. And Steve's own story.

Ends up, the reason Steve kept leaving is because he's an actual superhero. He works with a group called the Avengers to protect the world. Bucky would call it farfetched but he was a brainwashed assassin held captive for eighty years so he's not going to say that.

Steve gives him a lot of space after they talk. He tells Bucky to call him anytime.

The problem is, Bucky misses Steve the first day he's gone. He calls him later that day and lets Steve hold him for the first night. Just hold him. They eat breakfast together the next morning and more and more Bucky realizes how much he wants this. All these nice, small things. Steve's company, his care.

They're sitting in his place. Silent but together. Bucky is on the mattress, leaning against the wall while he writes in his journal. Steve is at the table reading the newspaper.

Bucky closes his journal, gets up from the mattress and walks over to him. Steve looks up, setting the paper down with a smile. Bucky kisses him right on the lips. It's the first kiss he remembers initiating in his lifetime. Steve looks surprised when they draw back.

"Can I kiss you back?" Steve asks, his voice is so hopeful.

Bucky nods and they end up making out, Bucky sitting on Steve's lap until he gets hard. The thing is, as much as Steve tries to give him space, what he doesn't know is Bucky feels like his body only just woke up a couple of weeks ago. The night Steve followed him home. And Bucky really doesn't want to give up how good his body can feel.

So they have sex. And it feels just as good as Bucky remembers. He allows Steve to make him come six times that day. Then that night, he rides him for a seventh.

When they're in bed, waiting for sleep to come, Bucky rolls over and looks at Steve.

"I forgive you," he says.

Steve blinks but doesn't say anything.

"I think you would've found me if you knew," Bucky explains.

Steve leans forward and kisses him.

"I'm still sorry," Steve whispers.

"I wanna stop talking about it now," Bucky says.

Steve nods and pulls Bucky into his chest, holding him tight. Bucky likes that the most when Steve holds him so tight it's like he's scared to let him go. Bucky falls asleep just like that.

The next morning, Bucky tries to eat eggs again and doesn't throw up. Steve celebrates like it's his fricken birthday. He hollers with his hands up, hugs Bucky, and spins him around. Bucky feels himself blush and kisses Steve on the cheek for it.

A few days later, they go out for their first meal. Bucky orders soup and breadsticks, Steve tells him to eat slowly but when they're finished, nothing comes back up. They celebrate that night on the mattress with their clothes off. That's Bucky's favorite way to celebrate things.

One morning, Steve's brushing his fingers through Bucky's hair. They're still in bed, Bucky wakes up slowly and feels Steve pepper his face with light kisses until he's fully awake.

"I was thinking," Steve says. "What if we moved into my place?"

Bucky keeps a vacant face, he's thinking. Steve knows this by now so he keeps explaining.

"Although I love what you've done with the place..." Steve jokes. Bucky can understand it's a joke now. "I have a few more things. A bed frame for one. I'm paying rent anyway and it'd be easier with all my stuff there."

Bucky looks up at the cracked ceiling above them. Feels how sheer the thin blanket is over them. Finally, he nods. Steve smiles and kisses him. Bucky gets ready for them to celebrate when Steve's phone goes off. He has to leave again. Since he's saving the world, Bucky decides it's okay.

They pack up Bucky's things, it isn't much. Steve drives them to his place. Steve drives a motorcycle. Bucky likes that because it means he has to hug Steve's body tightly the whole way.

Inside Steve's place, it's clean and spacious. The fridge is packed, there's a coffee machine and blender on the counter. In the living room, there's a couch, TV, and bookcase. Bucky instantly goes to read all the spines of every book. There are a lot of them but Steve waits until he's done. Then he leads him to the bedroom and opens two drawers in the dresser.

"You can put your stuff here or there's room in the closet," Steve tells him.

Bucky puts the few outfits he has in the drawers and hides his journals in between his shirts. He thinks he will show them to Steve one day, just not yet.

He writes a lot about Steve these days. Most pages are now full of things he likes that Steve does rather than memories or nightmares. It's nice because the pages were once full of all the awful things they did to him. He doesn't think about it as often now. Not with Steve.

There's an entire page about kissing Steve. He notes how often he's the one kissing Steve first. It doesn't sound like a big deal but it gives Bucky this great sense of freedom whenever he does it. He can choose when to show his affection, he can choose to do it whenever he wants. And it feels so good. Steve is a good kisser, he writes too... now that he knows what that means again. He really likes Steve's tongue.

Steve tells him, he'd like him to meet the team when he's ready. The idea doesn't scare Bucky. He's starting to like the idea of building a small circle of people.

He's building a new life now. He writes that in his journal and smiles. He likes how smiles feel on his face now. And he smiles a lot more these days.

Steve really likes that, he mentions it all the time. "I love when you smile. I love when you're happy."

It's cheesy but it makes Bucky smile and blush. He hasn't had much cheesiness in his life so he'll take all the sweet sappiness he can get. And Steve's good for that. It's good Steve likes his smile too because most of the time Bucky's smiling for him anyhow.

Even with all these changes, in a lot of ways Bucky's still the same. Most of the time, he's still quiet like he used to be. It still feels like the safest way when he's learning so much about the world around him, about himself.

But Steve helps him. He teaches him a lot of things. He tells him it's okay to ask questions. He tells Bucky all the time that he can share anything with him. He'd never judge him. Which is good because Bucky's been working up to say one thing and really mean it... I love you.

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