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hellomissmabel · 7 years

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Of Dusk and Dawn part 1

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Pairing: Apollo/Steve x reader, Bucky x reader

Warnings: None.

Word count: 1.602

Summary: Y/N is the Pythia, the Oracle of Delphi, blessed by the God Apollo with the gift of foresight. Yet one day a hunter sets foot in her temple and she is struck by a dark vision. With the blood moon approaches fast, higher powers take the upper hand and shake up Y/N’s life and love. Is she strong enough to survive the wrath of a Goddess? Or shall she wither and die in the aftermath of a God’s sorrow?

A/N: Written for @marvelous-fvcks her challenge. My prompt was Greek God AU.

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Steve’s POV

My love has been dusted to sleep, coaxing into the land of dreams after our bodies intertwined in the moonlight. Her chest rises and falls softly in the rays of dawn that shine like a halo around her rested body. Trailing my lips over her exposed shoulder, I feel time is ticking away from us and I will have to return soon. Reluctantly, I kiss her skin one last time, weaving my fingers through her hair knowing the caresses will bring her to open her eyes.

“Steve…,” she mumbles my mortal name groggily, the hands of sleep clinging onto still. “Is it morning yet?”

Pecking her temple, I whisper lovingly into her ear. “Yes, my sweet. It’s time.” Followed by a barely there kiss to her cheek.

Opening her eyes as she rolls onto her side, I watch as they fall on my face and a tender smile erupts from her lips. She holds out her hands for me to fold into her loving embrace. “Come here, my Apollo. Let me hold you close.”

Any resistance is futile as I’ve lost my heart to this mortal woman, my sweet Y/N. My human form finds a purpose so divine whenever I connect with her, in spirit or in body, that it must be none other than true love. “As you wish, my sweet,” I yield to her request.

Y/N hums contently once my arms have wrapped themselves around her and my head lays on her bare chest. Pecking the crown of my head, her melody alters gradually into a worrisome tune. Craning my neck to look up at my beautiful lover, I see her eyes have turned a paler shade of Y/E/C. “What is on your mind, my sweet?,” I inquire with a slightly nervous tenor.

“Nothing, my Apollo,” she replies after some time has passed agonisingly slow, a sad smile tarnishing her full lips destined for joyous laughter only.

She has never withheld anything for me before and it inspires great concern for her well-being. Promptly, I detach myself from her affectionate arms and charm her into my soothing embrace. “Is it more gold you wish, my sweet? For the poor and the sick and others that seek our help? Because I can bestow upon you all the richness in the whole of Greece if you want me to.”

Shaking her head, she cradles my face in her hands. I smile down at her and her fingertips follow the crinkles of my eyes. Her touch is still sincere in its love and not lacking in heart, yet the gesture has lost some of its former playfulness. “Your hair is the only gold I will ever need.”

“Is it beauty you wish, my sweet?,” I try again, uncertain of where her mind lies and her thoughts wander to as she eyes me with that same sad smile. “Are you worried I will not love you as you grow older, because I can assure you that I will. And I’m sure Aphrodite will be very forthcoming with her blessings if you offer half of this week’s gifts to her.”

“Your beautiful blue eyes are all I will ever need,” she answers instantly, pecking my lips briefly. No further reply follows and her state of mind continues to leave me puzzled.

“Then it must be power you wish, my sweet? Have the people been asking too much of you again?”

“It is not power, neither beauty or gold that I desire, my Apollo,” she sighs softly as she drops her hands to my chest, gently pushing herself away from me. Y/N sits on the bed, her back facing me, slow tears lazily cascading down her cheeks in a woeful blues.

Pressing her back flush to my chest, my arms encircle her waist as I allow her to lean into me. I pepper small kisses down her cheek, her jaw and her throat, drawing soft moans from even softer lips. “Then tell me, my sweet Y/N, what it is your heart desires.”

With careful consideration, she speaks in a quiet whisper. “I am carrying your fruit in my womb, my Apollo.” Y/N laces our fingers laces together, squeezing them gently when she senses my confusion. “I am with child, Steve,” she clarifies affectionately, her voice breaking under the confession of such a fresh truth.

As it slowly dawns upon me, the impact of a new life growing inside her, I press a lingering kiss to her lips. “I am going to be a father,” I mumble to her lips before kissing her languidly and gingerly laying her down onto the cushions of the bed. “I, Apollo,” I smile joyously to her bare stomach as she caresses my hair away from my eyes. “Am your father, little one.”

“My Apollo, look at me,” she requests with kindness yet urgency. I beam at my love with obvious delight at this wondrous news, ignorant of all the thunderclouds gathering in the sky above. “I desire a father for this child. A father that will be there to see his son or daughter grow up. Not a father that visits his family once every fortnight.”

“I promise I will be there for our child, my sweet,” I pledge sincerely, pecking her tummy one last time before bringing my lips up to meet hers in a chaste kiss. “I will visit you more often and bring presents and sweets and…”

Her finger to my lips prompts me to silence, and there is that sad smile again. “That’s exactly what I am afraid of, Steve.” Y/N sighs dejectedly, averting her eyes from mine as she speaks more to the pillows than to me, her words emphasised by the early morning light.

“You visit me once every fortnight and in the few faint hours of the evening, we make love. Afterwards, we fall asleep in each other arms, only to wake up the next morning for you to leave me until another eleven moons pass and you can be mine again.”

Our eyes lock and there are relentless tears staining her cheeks. “I want you to stay here with us.” She takes a deep breath, uneasy in what she will request of me. “I want you to stay here with us, in your human form. This way your child will know its father, really know its father. Not through whispers and rumours or the tales I will tell it at night before bedtime.”

I hear what’s she’s saying, I understand what she’s asking of me. I do. But I am a God and I have a divine duty towards the people and my family at Mount Olympus. I would give it all up in a heartbeat, believe me, but I cannot forsake my immortality for the sake of a mortal woman. Even if that same mortal woman is carrying a demi-god in her womb.

It is with grave sadness that I utter the following statement, tearing my heart apart for the good of the universe. “I’m afraid that’s impossible, my sweet,” I state regretfully as I move away from her, rolling onto my side and to the edge of the bed. As I sit on the edge of the bed, I expect her to follow and wrap her arms around my shoulders like always when we have to part ways. But she remains frozen, laying on the bed with her eyes staring at the sky above.

“My sweet,” I exhale in a sharp and shuddering breath, “I love you. I love our child. I love you both so much.” I stand up from the bed and walk to the other side, where I sit down next to my love. She still refuses to look at me, her face pale and drained of her natural blush. “My feelings will never change and our child will only strengthen our love.”

“I understand why you would be opposed to a union or any other kind of matrimonial bond,” she reasons with me, finally returning her gaze towards me. “But we’re not just talking about my life or your life anymore,” she points towards her stomach as she sits up on the bed, “We’re talking about an unborn life, this unborn life.”

Resting her hands on my shoulder, she looks at me with earnestness. Her touch is both abysmal as it is elysian, luring me into her earthly spirituality with celestial tenderness. “Your judgement is clouded by your hormones, my sweet. You don’t realise the severity of what you are demanding of me.”

Her touch lingers for a moment longer, fingertips digging into my skin with dissolving determination as she senses the finality of my words. Eventually she retracts her hands from my shoulders and the immediate coldness of the air pulled taut causes goose bumps to rise in an instant.

Wetting her lips, she distances herself as she crawls further onto the bed, yet her soul is still locked with mine. There are silent tears and hands that serve no purpose other than covering her face as she sobs into them. Not another word falls from her lips as she cries solemnly over a lover that can never truly be hers.

“I will come again in a fortnight, my sweet. I can’t bear to be so long without you, especially now you’re pregnant,” I tell her calmly, honestly and with care. “I love you, my sweet, and I hope you will feel different by then.”

As I shed my human form, right before vanishing into a thin veil of light, I hear her mumble through strangled cries and muffled sobs. “I won’t, my Apollo. I won’t.”

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#of dusk and dawn #greek god au #steve x reader #bucky x reader #amarvelousfvckingwritingchallenge

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bolontiku · 7 years

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Jason Momoa .... ....... ..... Because I made it through today? Thank you Pinterest! @magellan-88 @nenyakj @ms-potts-to-you @ryverpenrad @pegasusdragontiger @suz-123

#jason #jason momoa #jason appreciation #sexy #beautiful #beautiful man #smile #sexy smile #hair #aquaman

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buckyy3s · 7 years

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So I feel fly as well in this picture (and costume) I challenge you to post one of your favorite pictures of you (if you feel comfy with that) or a picture of something you love. I'm tagging my loves 💙❤ @papi-chulo-bucky @nenyakj @lions-dimensional-mane (ik you've already seen it but I love you so you're tagged.) @xo-snowy-footsteps-xo @dianelogan @itsgreatestlie @hockeyjock011

#body posititivity #positivity #happy tag #i'm feeling myself #i'm feeling good #challenge #I guess #why not #I love you guys #and if you're still reading these tags #you should join in and tag me #I wanna be your friend.

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just-a-kj-blog · 6 years

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I Can’t Stay Any Longer - Part 1

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Hello! I decided to repost my stories on my new blog. If you have any questions, feel free to send me an ask or a pm. This was written over a year ago, so be nice heheheh

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Relationships: Bucky x Female Reader

Summary: Reader and Bucky are living together after the events of Ultron and, in the midst of a nightmare, Bucky does something he truly regrets.

Warnings: angst, some violence, injury to reader, harsh words, swearing

Word Count: 1642

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Epilogue

I Can’t Stay Any Longer - Part 1

by just-a-kj-blog, previously nenyakj

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Rough screams jerk me out of a deep sleep, sending shocks of alarm through my body. My eyes fly open and I wince as a metal arm violently smacks down onto the right side of my face, splitting my lips open, smacking me hard into my pillow. Yelping, I yank myself out of reach and fall, flailing, off the side of the big king sized bed.

“Shit!! Bucky, what the hell??” I screech, splayed out on the floor, pressing my fingers to my bloody lips.

I’m met with dead silence. Frowning, I raise up on my knees, peek over the covers and freeze, the hair on my body standing straight up, fear coursing through my veins like ice.

Standing stock still in the shadows, tall and straight as a soldier, the man I’m in love with stares straight at me, the whites of his eyes the only distinguishing feature of his shadowed face.

“…Bucky?” I whisper, scared shitless.

He jerks at the sound of my voice and takes in a huge breath, his body posture softening to the more familiar relaxed position.

“Y/n? What–?” he blinks quickly and rubs his flesh hand over his eyes, shaking his head as if to clear it. He steps over to the nightstand and turns on the little lamp Steve bought us last Christmas, illuminating the room a soft yellow. “Doll, what are you–” His eyes widen and his face contorts in shock and agony as he takes in my bloody appearance.

“Baby… Oh my god. Oh my god, Y/n!” He scrambles over the bed to where I sit on the floor and grasps my waist, lifting me effortlessly up to sit next to him. His fingers ghost over my split lips and bruising cheek.

“It’s ok, Bucky,” I whisper against his fingertips, reassuring him as my fingers curl around his wrists. “It was just a nightmare, an accident.”

Bucky takes a shaky breath and quietly gets up, heading into the bathroom and returns with the first aid kit. He gets to work cleaning my cuts and placing butterfly bandages over the wounds in silence. I guess they’re pretty deep. He seems pretty upset, his jaw clenching and eyebrows furrowed. I let him work in silence, almost afraid to open my mouth, trying not to wince as his gentle hands work.

He’s always had nightmares, but in the past 4 months they seemed to have tapered off. Especially now that he’s moved into my little apartment a few blocks down from Steve’s. They still go out on missions with the Avengers but he’s happy to call our place home.

Snapping the kit closed, he places it on the nightstand and sits on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands, facing away from me, his shaggy brown hair falling forward.

I give him a moment to collect himself, feeling shame course through me, even though I know this isn’t my fault. His bare back heaves as he takes deep breaths, most likely trying to calm himself. After a bit, I scoot closer, placing my hand on his flesh shoulder.

“Babe? Are you ok?” I whisper, concern filling my voice.

Bucky starts trembling.

“No, I’m not ok, Y/n,” he sternly replies.

My heart aches a bit at his harsh tone of voice. He’s angry, but why? It was an honest accident and I’m fine. Sure, it hurts like hell, but it hurts so much worse witnessing my lover warring with himself.

“What…. did I do something wrong?” I whisper again, afraid of the answer.

“Of course you did something wrong!!” He jerks away from me and stands up. When he turns to face me, I’m hit full force with the power of his expression. He’s angry, accusing, his eyes spitting fire.

“You’re sleeping next to a killer!! What the hell is wrong with you?” he shouts, starting to become panicked. My shocked expression pushes him to continue his rant.

“I could have killed you! Do you know how many people I have killed in their sleep? With my metal fist alone I could snap your neck!” He moves forward and lightly grasps my neck to prove his point.

I jump at his unwelcome touch, suddenly feeling incredibly vulnerable, goosebumps traveling down my torso. He’s never grabbed my neck with his metal hand before, nor has he ever shared with me the horrors of what it was used for, even though I encouraged him to share anything with me.

I was beyond terrified at this point. And pissed off.

I angrily push his hand away.

“That was years ago, James!!” He winces at the use of his first name. I rarely call him James, only using it in highly emotional times, like sex or when I’m royally angry.

“Hydra forced you to do everything you did, you know that!! Do they still have control over you?” I rage at him, standing up and getting in his face.

He backs away, his eyes wide and still panicked.

“No, but I’m still strong enough to kill you with just a wrong move in my sleep! I went into Winter Soldier mode just now when I woke up,” he says, gesturing to the bed. “I was awaiting your orders, Y/n. He’s still in here,” he taps the side of his head with his flesh hand. “He could come out any second and I’d never be able to stop him!” he insists, desperately trying to get me to understand.

I pause at that, my heart skipping a beat, realizing it was the Soldier that was staring out at me in the darkness just a moment ago. Laying my palm on his bare chest, feeling his heart pounding beneath my fingertips, I take his flesh hand with my other.

“Ok. Ok, let’s think rationally about this,” I say quietly, trying to calm the situation. “We can talk to Helen in the morning. She might have some ideas on how to help get him out.”

But Bucky shoves me back by my shoulders and starts pacing, running his hands through his frizzled hair, his breathing shallow.

“No, no I can’t do this anymore. I can’t stay any longer. I can’t keep putting you in danger,” he growls.

My heart sinks, disbelief spreading across my face. I feel bile start to rise up at the back of my throat. This isn’t happening.

“Bucky, please–”

“No!!”

I jump at the sudden shout, cringing at the harshness in his voice, my eyes wide.

He finally faces me, eyes glinting hard as steel.

“You would have left me anyways,” he states, piercing my heart.

My face drops into a completely heartbroken expression. My mouth opens but I can’t make any sound.

“You never stay with one man too long anyways. Steve told me about Josh,” he snipes, turning to grab a bag and starts shoving random things into it.

I inhale sharply at that. Josh was a manipulative, controlling arrogant bastard who was using me to get access to the Avengers. I never told anyone that particular tidbit, especially Steve, who considered me his little sister and would have railed on him. Josh was before Bucky came back from Wakanda, before we became friends, before we became lovers.

“So it’s better I just get out of your way before the next fuck boy comes along.” Bucky slams the dresser drawer and hauls his bag onto his shoulder, turning to face me once again.

I’m speechless. This sweet, gentle man who has confessed his love for me over and over again… is shattering my heart. Tears pool in my eyes as I face him, all the pain in the world displayed on my face.

“It’s better this way,” he says vehemently.

I finally am able to make a sound.

“Bucky….. please,” I beg him, my voice breaking like my heart. “Please don’t do this! You don’t mean that!! You’re just trying to push me away, it won’t work!!”

I step towards him, my hands reaching for him, begging, but he slaps his palm right in between my breasts with his flesh hand and shoves me hard back onto the bed. The breath is forced out of my lungs as I smash my elbow on the headboard, flipping backwards and landing flat on my back on the other side. Gasping, I clutch at my chest and look up at him, in pain and shocked senseless.

Bucky’s eyes falter and for a moment shock and regret bloom behind them. But his face shutters back down again into one of anger and hatred.

“Don’t call me. Stay the fuck away from me, Y/n. I don’t love you anymore.” Grabbing his boots and a pair of jeans, Bucky slams the bedroom door closed behind him. I hear him slam the front door on his way out.

I don’t know how long I stay there after I rise to my knees, staring at the teal flowers on my bed sheets, not really seeing them. The pain in my chest is worsening, I can’t catch my breath. Blood is steadily dripping from a deep gash above my right elbow. But all I do is sit in silence, my mind going over and over what had just happened.

Bucky had never showed his violent side to me. Never even raised his voice to me. He was a picture of gentleness and kindness, going out of his way to ensure my safety and comfort. I can’t understand what the hell just happened. He …. injured me.

My breath begins to rattle in my chest. When I cough and bright red drops spatter the sheets, I snap out of my reverie and wipe my mouth, staring at the shiny red on my fingertips. I cough again, pain zinging through my ribs, and more blood splatters the bed and the floor.

“Oh shit,” I whisper. This is not good… I’m bleeding internally… into my lungs.

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Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Epilogue

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blackroseyaz · 7 years

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Writer Appreciation Day

To everyone I have tagged below, I appreciate everything y'all do and write. I know I hardly ever comment on stories, mainly because I don't want to be an annoying shit, but I'm trying to get comfortable with doing it and honestly without out all y'all I doubt I'd be able to make it everyday. All of your stories make me happy and give me so much inspiration. I am absolutely grateful for all your stories. Thank you so much to everyone!!! @caplanbuckybarnes @charliexowrite @auntiemama1 @persephone-is-here-omg @bladebarnes @gaybybirth @plumfondler @nenyakj @lancefuckrr @bucky-plums-barnes @sad-af1121 @captainpoopweinersoldier @imhereforbvcky @buckysglow @thatawkwardtinyperson @druggedaiquiri @teggles07 @jared-leto-joker-imagines @missmaryallison @jayded-dreams @love-for-me-is-pain @spillinginkwithlove @ashmuck @dangerousimagines @xhystericaljokersuckerx @thekrazykeke @crystallinee-waters @mabelmadnessss @thestephodimera @whyarentyoulaughingj @lovermrjoker @suckerforsmilex

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lepetitmondedeju · 7 years

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What I Did For Love, sneak peak.

Hey there ! This is as usual a little sneak peak of my next story to be post. I wrote that one for @howlingbarnes Languages of Love challenge.

Once upon a time, in the kingdom of Romania, there was a king. A widower king whom had only one son. When the prince was ten years old, a new baker arrived at the castle. The baker had a daughter, whom was same age as the prince. It was a pretty girl, with pretty eyes and a beautiful smile. When she first met the prince, she thought he was arogant and heartless. On his side, the prince thought she was stupid and tried everything to annoy her. Three years passed and someday, the baker's daughter heart somebody cry. In the course of a corridor she found the prince crying, his back to the wall, his beautiful blue eyes red, sniffing. Even if they were not friends, the girl approached the prince. She was a kind hearted girl, raised well by her mother, so without any rear thoughts she sat next to the prince and put her hand on his.

“What's happening to you ?”, she asked him softly.

“That's none of your business !”, he harshly answred.

“I was just trying to be nice”, she told him, getting up.

As she started to walk, she heard his voice behind her.

“That's my mother and brother's death anniversary.”

She turned back to him and from her lips escaped three words : “I'm so sorry.”

And then, they sat in the front of a window in an empty room, looking at the rain falling into the garden, dripping on the celling to floor windows, sharing their stories, that led them to become friends, the best of friends.

A few years passed and the baker girl and the prince grew up and started to have strong feelings for each other. When they were old enough for it and completely sure about their love, they wanted to get married, the prince wanted the baker girl to be his princess and someday, his queen when he would become the king of Romania. Unfortunately for the two young lovers, the king had decide another plan for his son. He planned to marry him to a princess, a rich princess. When the prince told his father that he wanted to marry the baker's daughter, the last answered that it was out of question, that if he was going to do this, he would unprivileged him. The prince said that he didn't care because, he was so in love with the baker's daughter that nothing else mattered. So the king thought about a machiavellian plan, sending the baker's daughter away...

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#sneak peak #What I Did For Love #What I Did For Love sneak peak

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plumfondler · 7 years

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THANK YOU

to all you beautiful people that wished me a happy birthday.

@lola-with-the-mosta, @marvelfanuniverse, @bluebrrn, @asirenscalling, @i-less-than-three-you, @sebastianstanaddictsanonymous, @sanjariti, @feigningintrest, @lostinspace33, @aligatorinavest, @i-kneel-for-king-loki, @shell7609, @river-alice-wolf, @badassbaker, @tomblrholland, @nenyakj, @dreamingundone, @rachelle-on-the-run, @feelmyroarrrr, @historic-kate, and all you lovely anons!

#I feel loved #so thank you #i needed that

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pegasusdragontiger · 7 years

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New Editions

Okay here is a little fic thing for @bolontiku Hoping this helps you!! muahs!

Looking at the clock in the kitchen as you were washing up and seeing Steve should be home soon. You’re back started to ache, trying to stretch it out, and moving your hands to the problem area and rubbing it to get relief. Thinking to yourself why were you washing the dishes, oh that’s right because you were to stubborn to leave them for Steve to do!

Quickly washing the last dish, placing it on the dish rack to dry, releasing the plug so the dirty water is washed away turning on the cold water to wash away the suds. Hearing some yipping coming from the lounge room and from the sounds of it, heading this way, giggling and sighing, you should have consulted Steve before adopting the puppy but you just couldn’t help it, another yip answered the first yip two different yips. Okay admittedly you should have sat down with Steve and told him you plan! It was a very good plan just trying to find a way to tell Steve gentle about the very knew additions.

A hard kick to you’re bladder was your only answer. “Ouch” rubbing you’re extended belly in slow moving circles trying to sooth the baby. Okay so you really should have at least told Steve about the puppies, yes puppies. You were with Clint and Nat at a charity event for Adoption from an Animal Shelter. You knew what to do to not get attached, no locked gazes with the little and big dogs, and cats that the shelter was trying to have adopted out. The sound of little claws clicking on the tiles heading towards you as you’d finished washing up and heading into the bedroom you had just moved into the hallway heading into your room and a pug came charging round the corner in full tilt and her little legs tripped her over and she somehow did a little flip and her face hit the tile. Behind her at the same speed but a bit more coordinated a bit better was a Husky puppy, with it’s beautiful blue eyes and Black and White fur so fluffy you knew the minute you walked in to the shelter you would not make out of the shelter alive!

Trying to hold in the giggles and the big laugh and not really making much progress giggled at the two puppies that to her were so adorably cute and had been making you laugh all day! The Husky charged towards you and tried to put on the breaks and stop before you, but seeing as it had no coordination yet, hit you’re legs and stopped, you slowly bent down to make sure the puppy was okay and all it wanted to do was give licks, barking and licks. Moving you face away, and giggling giving the puppy and rub and scratch behind the ears. The Pug meanwhile stood up and slowly came towards you a bit wobbly, other hand reaching over and giving more head scratches. Cooing to the two of them and giving more rubs.

The sound of the lock disengaging from the front door, and heart racing a bit, “Shit! come puppies come” still carrying the Husky in your arms and the pug finding it’s second level of excitement charged in front of you as you all went into the bedroom just as the front door opened. Hearing Steve’s tread and the sound of him placing his shield on the wall, “Honey I’m home!” trying to think on how to break it to him on the new editions, placing the Husky on the floor and moving towards the bathroom, plugging the bathtub and turning on the taps to fill the bath. Next thing you know you felt hands on your hips, giving you a fright , and not expecting him to be behind you made you jump and release a squeal.

On hearing this the two puppies came charging out from under the bed and started yipping and barking towards Steve! it was funny, cute so adorable their little barks and yips and when they got to both of you they charged Steve’s legs and their little teeth snagged on his pant legs and started to tug and pull on his uniform, trying to get him away from their new mum!

Starting to laugh at the hilarity of it all, Steve in shock looked form the puppies to you and back “Ah sweetheart why do we have to puppies?” You controlled yourself as much as you could and told him about your day, and how you couldn’t resist these two dogs, “Steve, the Pug is half blind, and the Husky” The emotions in you where a roller coaster going from low levels to extremely emotional. “Stupid hormones!” heavy sigh. “The Husky is fully blind I couldn’t leave them there as te rate of animals with disabilities and not being adopted because of cost’s and cost’s for treatments or bills is high! I couldn’t leave them there!!”.

Steve shaking his head and heavy sigh, his hands moving from her hips to her belly and rubbing soothing motions on her tummy, to calm both mum and bub, all the while the puppies made growling noises and tugging on his uniform. Letting his wife go and bending down to introduce himself to the new pups. Hand held out to both, as they stopped growling and tugging and came forward hesitantly and sniffed his fingers and then started to lick and then bite said fingers. Laughing at the puppies and giving them both a scratch behind their ears. You continued to explain how “everything on the floors had to be picked up and moved as you didn’t want them both to injure themselves so no more shield on the floor, anything breakable or sharp needs to be moved.” “Okay what are there names?”

Stumping you “I haven’t picked any as I wanted your opinions, I have a few ideas but wasn’t sure you would like them”. Hearing the claws click as they both ran out of the bathroom into you’re room, checking the bath and seeing it nearly full, Steve starting to remove his clothes the thunk of boots hitting the floor, and the unzipping of his uniform, preparing to get into the bath. “Arms wrapping around you and his head next to yours “You joining me in the bath?” “Like you had to ask hun!” Turning your head and greeting him in one of the ways you knew how, kissing the daylights out of him, the passion and lust for each other not that far away, breathing heaver, pulling away you asked if he could help remove your clothes and get you into the bath. Once done Steve climbed in too, the nice hot water sloshing on the sides of the tub, two sighs of relief at the water and moving forward so Steve could sit behind you, and leaning your back against his. His hand cradling your tummy and rubbing in the soap into your skin, trying not to fall asleep was hard, as you both were soaking in the tub you didn’t hear the sound of claws on the tiles nor the whimpering. Steve resting his arm on the side of the tub slowly drifting into nap faze felt little licks and bites on his arms opening his eyes and seeing two every sad puppies looking at the both of you, it hit him at how you felt in the shelter, sighing in what he knew he shouldn’t do but did anyway, makes note (you can never say no to cute puppies with sad faces!) lifts them both up and into the tub, they had already had a bath but they were so happy the yipping increased waking you enough to sigh in frustration and say “Steve!!!! really?” As you both watched the Puppies play in the bath with the suds on their heads making them look so cute and adorable.

Kissing your shoulder and moving to your neck he said “How could I resist’s their sad faces?” “I know they are going to be so cute and evil!” laughing at her comment. Went back to relaxing in the tub, “you thought of names haven’t you?” “Yes I have the Husky is Styxx and the Pug is Athena” “There from that series you are reading aren’t they?” Giggling “of course they are, besides don’t be too surprised I know you have been sneakily reading the series behind my back! And the other series I have from Sherrilyn Kenyon and also Feehan?” “I can’t help it you have me hooked hun” Going back to kissing your neck and shoulder, while rubbing your belly full of your growing baby. Sighing in contentment and fighting off the urge to sleep so badly. You mumbled sleepily that you all had to get out before the water got cold so, you both could go to bed! but two lazy to move. Sigh oh well might as well be a prune!

The end

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hellomissmabel · 7 years

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Of Dusk and Dawn epilogue

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Pairing: Apollo/Steve x reader, Bucky x reader

Warnings: Mentions of death.

Word count: 693

Summary: Y/N is the Pythia, the Oracle of Delphi, blessed by the God Apollo with the gift of foresight. Yet one day a hunter sets foot in her temple and she is struck by a dark vision. With the blood moon approaching fast, higher powers take the upper hand and shake up Y/N’s life and love. Is she strong enough to survive the wrath of a Goddess? Or shall she wither and die in the aftermath of a God’s sorrow?

A/N: Written for @marvelous-fvcks her challenge. My prompt was Greek God AU.

Series masterlist can be found here

She rushes into his embrace as soon as he enters her line of sight. The God had taken his mortal form, Steve, and now freely appears to the eyes of the non-believer. He thanks Bucky for saving his sweet Y/N. He heals his arm to emphasis his gratitude and assures him he will forever owe the hunter any favour his heart desires. But Bucky’s heart desires nothing. Nothing but Y/N.

He leaves the temple after the lovers have been reunited, retreating himself as a recluse in his house by the cliffs. No man or woman ever visits him apart from the sailor Sam who spends a few nights every month by his fire. They talk about the sea and how much Sam enjoys the freedom that it brings. They talk about Bucky’s job as a merchant, selling Sam’s fish to the people of Delphi. And they also discuss the rare moments where Bucky’s eyes follow Y/N and her new-born when they cross each other at the market.

Sam tries to talk Bucky into believing again, but he’s reluctant. Believing would mean recognising the pain he buries deep inside, the pain of knowing Y/N’s heart belongs to Apollo and not him.

“Humans are fragile, my son. You knew this day would eventually come. But you have lived a full life, you have loved her as an equal. She was your light, your muse, as was promised. And now it is time to let her go.”

“I know, father,” Apollo sighs sadly, his ethereal glow dim against the dark clouds in the sky. Her life force is slowly ebbing away from the land of the living and towards the skies of the Gods and Goddesses who await Dawn’s arrival. She’s dying, so Apollo doesn’t have much time to say goodbye.

“Your child is still your child, Apollo. Y/N will be a clean slate, but your daughter will always remember the image of her father and mother. Take comfort in knowing your daughter believes her parents died together in their sleep. That’s reincarnation, my son. As Dawn, you will still be able to visit her. But she will not remember you, for her first life she has already lived alongside you.”

“And what about him?” Apollo points towards the faint shimmering of Bucky’s ethereal form. He died not long ago, as a casualty of war, and is waiting for Y/N to follow him.

“For her next life, she will live alongside Bucky.” Zeus looks down upon his son, Apollo, and smiles warmly at his golden appearance.

When Apollo came to him, bearing the news of his twin sister’s betrayal, Zeus felt sorry for the both of you. A mortal woman condemned to death by a Goddess, jealous of the connection she shared with her brother. And a God doomed to live a life far away from his beloved and his child, because he is above all, a deity, and a deity doesn’t belong amongst humans.

So Zeus struck a deal with his son, one life in exchange for the other. This way, Apollo can live one mortal life on Earth, together with his Pythia, his sweet Y/N. He will live the life of Steve Rogers, husband of Y/N Rogers and father of Estelle Rogers. He will be a bearer of many arts, gracing the people of Greece and the rest of the world with music, dance, laughter and so much more.

But this great gift comes with a price, for Zeus’ other son his destiny remains unfulfilled as long as Y/N is stripped from his arms. And with his death imminent, a hunter called upon in dire times as another war turns men into soldiers once more, Zeus promised him the love that was taken away from him. This is Zeus’ apology, this is how the heavens were created.

Everybody has one life to live, and in Y/N’s life she chose a God to write her destiny with. But in her next life, as Dawn, she is Bucky’s at last. And as Dusk and Dawn they rule together, in perfect unison, merging into one another as they make love and create a brand new day.

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bolontiku · 7 years

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I just wanna say that i love pintrest!! @magellan-88 @ryverpenrad @nenyakj @pegasusdragontiger @learisa @whenallsaidanddone @mo320 @tilltheendwilliwrite @this-kitty-has-claws @lady-thor-foster

#fanmade #shanghai #thor #loki #not mine

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saffreelove · 7 years

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Ya know how we all kinda yell at the attractive people when they show up on our dash being hella attractive? Re: being cute, being sexy, being silly, sleeping, being dirty, being responsible, being carefree, dancing, sing, talking, breaking, etc. I often wonder about their reactions to our yelling.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Seb! Stop sticking your fucking tongue out. It makes me think about you eating pussy!”

“I swear to God, Christopher Robert, if I see another gif of you touching your own body, I’m going to go up in flames thinking about you masturbating!”

“Tom! For fuck’s sake! Keep your fucking hips still! All I can think of is how good that would feel during sex!”

Anyone want to write any of that? Please write it. Please tag me. Please reblog so we can get someone to write some of this.

I mean, are they aware of it? Would Seb get all apologetic? And then eat you out because he doesn’t want you to be frustrated? Would Chris just get that look in his eye and start rubbing on himself? Would Tom just move his hips closer to yours?

Wtf? I need a cold shower.

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just-a-kj-blog · 6 years

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I Can’t Stay Any Longer - Part 3

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Hello! I decided to repost my stories on my new blog. If you have any questions, feel free to send me an ask or a pm. This was written about a year ago, so be nice heheheh

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Relationships: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Reader and Bucky are living together after the events of Ultron and, in the midst of a nightmare, Bucky does something he truly regrets.This follows the explanation of Reader’s injuries. Now she must face the wrath of Tony and Steve…. (Y/N - your name)

Warnings: angst, injured reader, swearing, hospital scenario

Word Count: 2124

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Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Epilogue

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I Can’t Stay Any Longer - Part 3 by just-a-kj-blog, previously nenyakj

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Previously:

Reeling from that huge load of information, I plop my head back into the bed, blowing out a breath. Closing my eyes, I can feel both of Tony and Steve’s stares on me. My body tenses as I wait for the inevitable.

“What happened?” they both ask me at the same time.

I cringe and open my eyes. This is not going to be pleasant.

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Tony stands up, holding onto the railing, furious.

“Y/n, where the hell is Bucky? I’m gonna launch him into outer orbit. I’m gonna tear his fucking arm off and beat him with it. I’m-”

“Tony. Enough,” Steve reprimands, sitting on the stool the doctor just vacated. He takes a deep breath and looks me in the eye. “What happened, Y/n?” he asks gently.

Tony twitches and paces to the floor-length windows, overlooking the city, crossing his arms, his posture tense.

Pushing the button to raise the head of the bed, I wince and try not to moan.

How the hell am I going to do this? Bucky is Steve’s best friend. Known him longer than he knows me. Will he take Bucky’s side? Will I lose the man who’s become closer than a brother to me?

I return Steve’s focused gaze, my face showing the heartbreak of remembering everything that’s happened.

“Bucky… had a nightmare,” I start.

“Bullshit. That is not the result of a fucking nightmare!!” Tony shouts, turning and pointing at my bruised chest.

“Let me finish, Tony!” I snipe back.

Tony drops his hand, jaw twitching, brown eyes sparking fire, and turns back to the window.

“He had a nightmare. It must have been pretty damn awful because he smacked me with his prosthetic. Right across the face. Gave me this.” I point to the bandaged wound on my mouth.

Steve takes a deep breath and nods for me to continue, his face in a forced calm expression.

“He… he went into Winter Soldier mode-”

“What?!” Tony turns sharply and stares at me, horrified.

“Y/n, what happened?” Steve almost begs, gesturing for Tony to be quiet.

“He just stood there, in Soldier mode. As soon as I said his name, he snapped out of it,” I assure them. They both relax a smidgen, waiting for me to continue.

“He freaked out. Got the medical kit and cleaned my face, put the band-aids on,” I say as I stare at the wall. “Then… he just…. shut down. Curled into himself.” My heart breaks all over again, remembering the wave of guilt I felt at seeing him like that, on the edge of my bed, face in hands. I look down at my hands, curling my fingers into the blankets.

“I don’t know what happened. He became horrified at himself. Angry at me for sleeping next to a …a killer.” I can see Steve tense up hard at that. “He then said I was just going to leave him anyways,” I whisper, tears forming again. “That I never stay with the same man for too long. Just like with Josh.” I glance up at Steve, shame contorting my features.

Steve’s face looks pained. He didn’t know how controlling and manipulative Josh was towards me, how he only dated me to get in with the Avengers. But I think he feels guilty for telling Bucky about him now.

He looks up at Tony, who’s far too angry to say anything at this point. Tony’s arms are folded tight across his chest, his eyes sharp and focused on me.

“He started packing his things, saying he might as well get out of my way before the next… fuck boy comes along,” I burst into tears, burying my face in my hands. Steve makes a sad sound and wraps his huge arms around my shoulders. I can feel how tense he is, and think it’s sweet that he’s comforting me while he probably wants to throw a chair out the window.

After a moment, I pull away from Steve, wiping my face with my hands. Steve rubs his hands up and down my upper arms gently in a soothing manner. I focus on my lap as I continue, knowing that it will be better just to get it all out.

“I begged him to stop. That he was only saying it to push me away, that it wouldn’t work.” I adjust myself in the bed, subconsciously placing my hand over the finger-shaped bruises on my chest. “I reached out for him, but… he pushed me. Pushed me so hard I flew back over the bed. Whacked my arm on the headboard.” I glance down at my elbow, realizing the doctor forgot to mention that.

“I landed on the floor and just stared at him. He seemed to regret it for a moment,” I pause, hearing Steve’s breath hitch. “But then he said not to call him, to stay the fuck away from him.” I choke over my next words. “That he doesn’t love me anymore.” Squeezing my eyes shut, tears falling down my cheeks, I twist the blanket in my hands. “Then he just left.”

A chilled silence falls over the room, the only sounds to be heard are my tiny gasps as I try not to sob, just done with crying at this point.

Tony suddenly punches the window, causing me to jump about 5 feet in the air, gasping as I rattle my ribs. Steve and I stare at him in astonishment as he flicks his hand in the air, clearly sore, and looks back at us. My gaze travels to the baseball-sized dent in the glass and spiderweb of cracks that spread out about 4 feet in each direction.

Holy shit.

“Tony,” Steve whispers. He stands up and moves to Tony, a concerned look on his face. Tony just looks at the floor, shaking, as Steve takes his now injured hand and checks it over.

I can’t help but smile through my tears at the two of them. They’ve become brothers-in-arms, trusting each other with their lives. I was a bit worried after the whole Ultron thing, but they’ve become even closer after the dust settled.

Tony hisses in pain as Steve holds his wrist up gently, close to his face. Tony watches him, his body no longer tense, his face open and showing his vulnerable side for once. I love Tony, don’t get me wrong, but the man is the Master of masking his emotions and feelings.

“It’s not broken,” Steve says, releasing Tony’s wrist. He clears his throat and steps up to my bed, looking at the floor. His fists are shaking, his muscles in his broad shoulder taut and strained. I can tell he’s trying to control his anger and not start punching holes in the walls. Unlike Tony, he would actually make holes, maybe even punch out an orderly on the other side.

Tony sighs and steps up next to Steve, his anger seemed to have been drained away thanks to him pulling a Bruce Lee on the window.

“I’m gonna kick his ass.” Tony states, standing firm with feet apart.

“You’ll have to get in line,” Steve mumbles at the floor, swallowing loudly.

Tony scoffs and pulls out his Starkphone, turning it on with a tap of his finger to the glass screen. “FRIDAY, run the facial recognition program on Barnes-”

“Tony, no-” I start.

“Are you serious??” he barks at me, his anger returning full force. “Look at what he did to you!! You’re seriously just gonna lay here and let him get away with this??”

“What Bucky did was an accident. Yes, it’s inexcusable and he deserves to get his ass kicked, but if anyone is going to do that, it should be me!!” I argue back.

“You… he’s a super soldier!! You’ll get yourself killed going after him!!” Tony gestures to me.

“I don’t plan on going after him, Tony!! At least not now, I mean look at me!!” I cry, pressing a hand on my stomach.

Tony sobers up at that. Lowering his phone, he sighs and puts it back in his pocket.

Steve wipes his face with his hands and walks to the window.

Oh no. This is it. What is he going to say? Is he going to reprimand me like Bucky did? Am I going to lose him too?

“We need to find him. Bring him in. It’s not good to leave him in this condition on his own,” he says, his jaw clenched as he watches the city. The Captain is back, thinking of his Sergeant.

“That’s what I was doing,” Tony snarks, turning to look at Steve.

Steve crosses his arms and turns to look at me, his facial features firm and controlled.

“Y/n, we need to find him. Before Natasha or Clint do.”

“Wait, what??” I sit up more, my heart pounding.

Nat and I are sisters. Not blood related, but I love her just as much as one. Clint thinks of me as his daughter, always has. I adore him and his wife and kids, and call them my siblings. Holy shit, if they knew about this, Bucky’s as good as dead.

“They were crashing at the tower when I got your call; were packing up for a mission.” Tony turns and looks down at my chest, eyebrows furrowed. “Tasha is the one that got you breathing again,” he whispers, his face haunted.

I stopped breathing. Oh my god, they must have been terrified.

Taking Tony’s hand in mine, I raise it to my lips, kissing the raw knuckles, and rub my cheek against the back of it.

I think the stress, lack of sleep, and watching another person he loves almost die finally cracks Tony’s hard exterior and he pulls me tight to his chest, burying his face in my neck, his sobbing muffled.

Steve’s arms drop in shock as I look up at him, just as surprised as he is. He hurries forward and wraps the three of us up in his strong arms. I engulf Tony in mine, ignoring the pain in my chest, kissing his temple.

I’m not sure how long we stay here like this. Tony’s body relaxes little by little. Warm teardrops splash onto my shoulder as he takes a shaky breath and exhales.

“Thank you for coming, Tones,” I whisper in his ear. “Thank you for saving my life.”

“Just promise me next time it’ll be for an actual booty call,” Tony mumbles.

Steve sputters indignantly and I burst into peals of laughter, which quickly turns to coughing. They both release me quickly just as Xiomara knocks and enters with my ice chips and a big plastic jug of ice water.

She fusses over me, making sure I’m comfortable and have enough pillows and blankets. She hands me a menu for dinner, pointing out that I can only order from the starred items. Blech, bland dinner indeed.

“Oh, Xiomara, I think Dr. Sanders forgot to mention my arm?” I ask, all nestled into the bed, Steve and Tony sitting on the huge pull out sofa, both of them texting on their phone with serious expressions. I hope they’re texting Nat and Clint.

“Oh, yes, of course, sorry about that. They sewed you up just fine, querida. You have 30 stitches,” she winces at me as my eyebrows raise. “I know, it’s a lot. Those will come out in about a week, along with the ones on your chest, mi amor. You can come back here or make an appointment with your regular doctor, whatever you’re comfortable with,” she smiles gently at me. After typing in some notes on the computer, she bids us farewell and leaves quietly out the door, closing it behind her.

“Did you get in contact with them?” I ask as soon as the door shuts.

“Yes, they’re on their way now,” Steve responds, not looking up from his phone.

“Tony?” I ask, worried about what he’s been typing.

“Pepper knows to keep a look out for him at the tower,” he answers, not looking up either.

I plop my head back onto the multiple pillows, feeling drained. Xiomara had given me a shot of Oxycodone just now and I can feel it starting to take effect. Warmth spreads throughout my body, erasing the pain and making my eyelids feel heavy. I can hear fabric rustle near me as the lights turn off overhead.

“Sleep, Y/n. We’ll be here when you wake up.” Steve brushes my hair back as Tony presses the button to unfold the bed back to 180 degrees, tucking the blankets around me as I slip into a deep sleep.

To be continued…

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Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Epilogue

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