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roguerogerss · 4 years

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Hi babe! I saw you wanted some requests so here I am! Could you do a Bucky x reader where the reader has secret telekinesis abilities (or whatever Wanda can do lmao) and is forced to use them on a mission. Bucky is just in shock bc his secret crush is a even more of a badass, so when he compliments her powers, she gets flustered and disagrees bc they’re dangerous, so Bucky helps her see the beauty in them? Tysm ❤️❤️

His Girl

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Reader

W/C: 3.9k (eek sorry!)

Warnings: Language (??), that's literally it.

(A/N: This one got away from me a little and I wrote wayyy more than anticipated. I hope u like it though? Idk. I had so much fun with this request, thank u sm bb! Praying that someone reads this, even though it's a whole ass novel.)

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"Bucky, where are you? We have a minute and eight seconds until this place blows."

Y/N was worried, and, upon hearing her frantic voice in his intercoms, Bucky was too. He was aware that he didn't have long until the bomb detonated, but unaware of just how short that amount of time was. He was caught up in a fight, one that was frustrating in the way that he couldn't shake this guy. "Yeah, be there in five?"

He was being sarcastic, he must've been being sarcastic, Y/N shook her head and pressed her fingers to her temples, agitated. "Five what? Five seconds? Minutes? Bucky, I have to ask, are you insane?"

She seemed angry - no, she was most definitely angry - and Bucky silently cursed himself and allowed the Hydra agent to get a hit in, he thought he probably deserved it. "Look, I'll get out. Is there anything you guys can do to buy me some more time?"

Tony had chimed in by this point, telling Bucky that he was 'fucking crazy', ranting and raving to the heavens above about how the entire motive had been messed up and they might as well have stayed home. Y/N knew that she could help him, but that would mean using them - she didn't like to call them by the name that most would use - and she wasn't sure if it was really worth the risk. Bucky would get out, right? He'd work something out.

But time was ticking on, fifty-nine seconds now, and she was unsure of just how right that assumption was. She wasn't even entirely sure that she still had her powers, since she'd avoided using them or telling anyone that they existed since she'd escaped from the grasp of Hydra. Even as she doubted her abilities, she found herself rising from her seat behind the control panels of the Quinjet, next to Steve, and sprinting to the exit to the aircraft.

"Y/N, where are you going?" Steve asked, getting up and following her. The rest of the team were staring now, Natasha and Tony also standing from their places and looking expectantly in Y/N's direction.

"I have something that'll help. Something that you guys don't know about." She said sheepishly, slamming her palm down on the button that opened the exit hatch. "Don't worry, I've got this."

Even though she was promising her friends that everything would be okay, they seemingly didn't believe her, as all five of the other Avengers on the ship - Tony, Nat, Steve, Sam and Thor - followed her out onto the streets of Bucharest, where the public was in awe at the huge, futuristic ship that was sat in the middle of a narrow, cobbled street. Natasha had told them to go home, she'd made the best effort she could to make sure that everyone was safe. However, no one had listened, and so she desperately ushered them away from the place that she knew would soon be rubble, while Y/N ran in search for Bucky.

They had what they'd came for, but that didn't mean that there were no Hydra agents willing to get into altercations with the team. Thor and Steve were frantically fighting off a pack of them, while Tony and Sam helped Y/N, hopefully getting a better view of the streets and where Bucky might be. "Hey, Y/N, I got him. Turn right, next street over. You'll see him." Sam spoke into the intercoms. Y/N thanked him, hurrying off in search of the super-soldier to whom she'd taken more than a liking to over the few months that he'd been fighting with them.

"Buck, I'm on my way, you better be ready to get the fuck out of here." Bucky's eyebrows furrowed as he wondered why Y/N, of all people, was the one who was coming to save him. He had to admit, he was more embarrassed than anything else, needing the help of the one girl who he'd felt anything for in seventy years. But he tried to brush it off, mostly because he had to focus on not letting a Hydra agent rip his arm off, and answered her.

"What are you gonna do? If I can't fight him off, no offence, but what makes you think you'll be able to?" Bucky sounded breathless, and she could hear the obvious sounds of strain and struggle as he continued to tussle with the agent. Y/N took a deep breath and turned the corner, close enough to hear the ominous beeping of the explosive device that a Hydra agent had planted there in hopes of causing harm to one of the Avengers.

"You know what, maybe don't question it. I have my own doubts, but it certainly doesn't help that you have them too."

The agent, who was currently deep in a brawl with Bucky, noticed Y/N, but all that she was able to think about was the amount of time that was left on the clock. She asked FRIDAY, and a rush of adrenaline and fear coursed through her when she realised that they weren't going to get out in time.

Ten, nine, eight, seven,

Y/N drew her gun and shot the Hydra agent, not missing as usual, and Bucky snorted. "Couldn't have done that earlier?"

Four, three, two,

She knew that this was it. It was either expose the world to her powers, probably be deemed as a weapon and certainly become even more wanted by Hydra, or die, and let her friends die too. She took a deep breath and felt the horribly familiar surge of - what was it, electricity? She wasn't actually sure - coursing through her body, and watched as Bucky ogled at the purple wisps of magic that extended from her hands and the way that her irises seemed to ignite.

One.

Bucky ducked and shielded his face, but looked up again when he didn't hear, nor feel anything that would signal an explosion had happened. Y/N had it under control, holding the bomb together with just her fingertips. She'd thought that it wouldn't happen, that her abilities would've simply subsided into nothingness due to being unused for so long, but she was wrong. She'd done it, and there was no going back now.

And then? The small explosion turned huge, and lurched forwards, setting a civilian apartment building completely alight. Y/N stood, watching, mouth wide open and quite unable to understand the circumstances of what the hell just happened. Bucky was at her side, a hand on her shoulder as he, too, watched the destruction take place. The rest of the team had rushed straight there, each one of them with hands over agape mouths while Steve called for Fire and Rescue and Tony wondered aloud, 'What the fuck is going on?'

Y/N found herself on her knees. She could see and hear Bucky in front of her, worry in his eyes as a few tears dripped from her chin onto her chest, but she didn't have it in her to decipher what his words meant, they all just sounded muffled and like he was speaking a language that she didn't understand.

She didn't know what she'd done, how bad it was, but she could hear the screams of the residents of the building, she could feel them vibrating through her body and ringing in her ears, and that was enough to convince her that her enhancements truly were the worst thing about her, that she really was the weapon that Hydra had deliberately mutated her to be.

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It had been hours. How many, Y/N was unsure, but a considerable amount of time had passed since they'd gotten home. The flight back from Bucharest had consisted of Y/N locking herself in a cabin, and the rest of the people on the Quinjet taking it in turns to try to speak to her, to try to understand.

No one, apart from Bucky, (who only had a vague idea), knew what had happened. There wasn't a single person on the jet who could fully understand it, Y/N included.

She was now sat on a sofa in the lounge, chewing off parts of her nails while everyone murmured and tiptoed around her. Tony was speaking quickly on the phone and glancing at her every couple of seconds, Steve was pacing back and forth along the length of the room.

Y/N wondered for a minute what would happen. Would she be arrested? Would something like the accords happen again? Was she about to become the cause of another civil war? Would Tony disown her? Send her back to Hydra? She didn't know. She didn't think she wanted to know.

Wanda and Natasha had come to comfort Y/N at first, sat with her and braided her hair like they did often, and it was nice to think that Wanda knew exactly what she was going through.

However, she'd told them that she wanted to be alone, and they'd dispersed and were sitting quietly in two separate armchairs, watching a movie with Sam. The truth was, she didn't really want to be alone. She wanted Bucky. She didn't quite know why, but she'd always felt calm around him, which was one of the reasons why she'd taken such a shine to him, and she made it very clear to herself that she was at least a little bit in love with Bucky, in a way that was less platonic and more romantic.

She couldn't lie and say that she was happy with the way that he'd handled things, though. As soon as the jet landed, he mumbled something about taking a shower and hurried off to his room, like he couldn't stand to be around her for any longer, like he was afraid of her.

And, honestly? She wouldn't be surprised if he was.

The truth, of course, wasn't that Bucky didn't want to see her, it wasn't that he was afraid of her, it was that she was evidently upset. It was tearing him apart to have to see her like that. He felt like he was obligated to be alone to think about what had happened, because he knew that - realistically - it was his fault that she'd had to use her powers. He'd been caught up in a fight, the bomb that had been planted was seconds away from detonating, she had to do something. Of course, he had no idea that something was going to be exposing hidden telekinetic abilities to the world, but close enough, right?

"I just got off the phone with a higher up." Tony stood in the middle of the lounge, everyone looking at him as he began his speech. "Everything's gonna be fine. Just, maybe don't turn on the news for a couple days, Y/N doesn't need to see that."

"Don't act like I'm a kid, please." Y/N spoke up, making it clear that she was annoyed by the fact that everyone was seemingly ignoring that it was her who had done this. "I did this, Tony. I want to know how much damage I caused."

Tony pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, shaking his head at her. "No, this is not the time to get all Steve-y on me, okay? You don't need to see it, you don't need to know, so you're not going to. Is that clear to you?"

"Mistakes happen, Y/N. It's not your fault." Steve said from where he was standing, next to the breakfast bar. "What matters is that you tell us what actually happened at some point."

"So, what I'm going to take from that, is that it's bad." She turned from Steve, back to Tony. "I'm not weak, I can deal with what I did, Tony."

Tony snapped, the stress of the situation and the argument from his daughter-figure becoming too much for him to handle, "Goddamn it, Y/N, you really wanna know what you did? Let's see, first of all, you used whatever powers you have, something that you clearly knew about but warned no one of. Second of all, you essentially bombed an apartment building in a poor part of Romania, you literally took from the poor. And now what? Fifty-five people are dead, kids have been left without parents, and that's on my back. Plus, you're being publicly deemed as a weapon until they figure out what's really going on there. So, do tell us, what is really going on there?"

"Tony. Stop." Wanda said, but Y/N was already halfway out of the room, with Tony realising that he probably shouldn't have said what he did and following after her.

"Y/N, hey, I'm sorry, okay?" Tony called, but she wasn't listening. She got in the elevator and left Tony alone in the hallway without a word, tears threatening to spill from her eyes the whole time.

And then, finally, they did. When the doors of the elevator closed, when she could no longer hear Tony's voice, when she was alone, oh they did. She found herself on the floor, face cradled in her hands - the same hands that killed fifty-five people just hours before - and there were tears falling from her eyes, past her chin, soaking her black catsuit.

She felt empty, like her body was a shell and she was simply there, watching herself fall apart. It was a kind of guilt, one that ate at her from the inside and seared through every nerve, every part of her, until she could think of doing nothing but curling up and ceasing to exist. She wanted to yell, scream, punch something, run. Anything that would distract her from how she felt. She wanted to sleep for a week, maybe two, forget about everything and ignore her responsibilities until it hurt less. Most importantly, however, she wanted Bucky. She wanted now more than ever to be his girl. For him to lay with her and tangle his fingers in her hair and whisper sweet things in her ear until the bad things in the world simply melted away.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened, but Y/N didn't get up, not until FRIDAY asked if she wanted to go to another floor. When she did, however, she found herself taking the wrong turn, to the left instead of to the right, and walking away from her room instead of towards it. Without thinking, she'd already opened the door to Bucky's room, where he was reclined lazily on his bed, a pair of sweatpants on and nothing else, focused on the ceiling.

He furrowed his eyebrows at her when she gave him a tiny little smile, but sighed when he noticed the remnants of her somewhat breakdown on her face. Bucky held his arms open, "Hey, c'mere."

She stepped into his embrace, tears finding their way onto her face again, and let him caress her back and play with her hair until the crying stopped. When Bucky held her, everything felt different, like she could put things into perspective and understand that maybe it wasn't all her fault. "Look, I know you think that this is the end of the world. I know it's scary, but Wanda learned how to use her powers for good. You can do the same." Bucky's attempt at comforting Y/N wasn't exactly superlative, but she knew that he was trying.

"I'm a weapon, Buck." She pulled away from him and sat on the end of the bed, wanting to cry and clawing at the sleeves of her suit in an essay to calm herself down. "That's how Tony worded it, anyway. I shouldn't have used them."

Bucky knew that his next question was stupid, that he probably shouldn't have asked it, but his curiosity had gotten the better of him and he was speaking before properly thinking over the consequences. "How did you get them?" He reached out for her hand and she let him hold it, getting a rush of exhilaration from the affectionate gesture.

Bucky wasn't usually one for showing how he felt, much less for saying it out loud or doing anything to communicate his feelings, and he wasn't quite sure why he had had a sudden change of heart and almost wanted her to know that he liked her, that, really, he would do anything for her. She didn't meet his eye as she began her explanation. "Well, before Tony found me, I worked for Hydra. Actually, less worked for them and more became their personal lab rat. They did a lot of experiments on me, tortured me, really, made me more destructive than any enemy organisation would know how to handle. And then, I escaped. And here I am, talking to you."

She gave him a sad little smile, one that he would swear had broken him. "I'm sorry." It was a lame excuse for comfort, really it was, but he racked his brain once, twice, and couldn't for the life of him find the right words to say.

"Don't be." Y/N shifted in her place, gaze on her hands which were clasped in her lap. It was quiet and Bucky wished that he knew what to say to her, that he could think of something that would make her feel less alone or soothe her in some way. A minute went by, two minutes, three minutes. The silence might've been comfortable between the pair, but it was certainly uncomfortable between Y/N and her own thoughts. "I should go." She said, standing from her place on the bed without looking in Bucky's direction once.

He knew that he had to say something, anything that would make her stay. The thought of her alone in her room was heartbreaking to him. He grabbed her wrist before she could take any more than a few steps towards the door and she looked down at him, lips slightly parted and one eyebrow raised in a silent question. "You're not a weapon. Sure, Stark said that, whatever, the guy's an asshole. But you're not a weapon, Y/N."

She gave a little humourless laugh, blowing a puff of air out of her nose. "The government apparently seem to think so."

Bucky smiled at her and said, "Fuck the government."

"Oh, so you're an anarchist now? Classy." Y/N sat back down and Bucky's heart felt like it was doing summersaults in his chest, all fluttery. She was smiling, he had made her smile, and it was genuine. As far as he was concerned, nothing else really mattered.

"You know what I mean."

"I don't, actually."

Bucky sighed and cocked an eyebrow at her, eliciting a laugh from her lips. "You're really going to make me explain myself, huh?" He joked. "Look, You're not a weapon to me. I think you're a badass, actually." She snorted.

"Bucky, I killed a lot of people."

"So have I." Bucky's tongue darted out to wet his lips as he placed a tender hand on her thigh. "You don't see me as the bad guy. You never have, actually. What I'm trying to say, is that all of us have done bad things. Made mistakes, lost control, that doesn't make us bad people."

"I feel like a bad person." Y/N had her eyes trained on Bucky's face, bottom lip held tightly between her teeth as she tried to avoid letting herself word-vomit about everything that she was feeling at that moment. His hand squeezed her thigh gently, and she let out an embarrassing and involuntary gasp that made her cheeks turn bright red.

"Don't. Y/N, I know it's cheesy as hell, but you did it to save my life, right?" Y/N nodded slowly, "So how does that make you a bad person?"

"You're grasping at strings, here."

“What can I say that'll make you feel better?"

Y/N knew what she wanted to hear, that he liked her as more than a friend, that he wanted to be with her like she wanted to be with him, that her fantasies weren't just fantasies, that he really did love her. But she couldn't say that. God, of course she couldn't say that. So, instead, she simply shrugged.

Bucky knew what he wanted to say to her, that he liked her as more than a friend, wanted her to be with him, of course he loved her. He couldn't drop all of that on her when all she'd given was a shrug, right? Wrong, apparently, because the words spilled from his mouth anyways, like he couldn't control himself.

And really, he couldn't. But he figured that she already knew that.

“I love you." He spluttered, and her eyes widened in shock. "Okay? God, I love you. And what you did today? Made me love you even more. I know you probably don't want to hear this, you don't want me to ruin our friendship, and I get it, I do. But, right now, all I wanna do is protect you, and let you know that you're really not the monster that you think you are."

She stayed silent. What could she say? Her head was swimming with ideas, but none of them really seemed fit. She thought that, if this day ever came, if somehow it came down to confessing her feelings for him, she'd know exactly what to say.

She really couldn't have been more wrong.

So, instead of speaking, she found herself simply staring at Bucky, into his eyes. Had he moved closer? Had she? Either way, their noses were soon bumping together and he was searching her face for any sign of disapproval, one that wasn't there, and so he kissed her.

She felt dizzy, lightheaded, like she couldn't quite figure out where her body ended and Bucky's began, and she didn't think she really wanted to. Lips on lips, his hand on her waist and hers roaming his hair, it felt like heaven.

She was on a high, he was too, and the comedown was breathless and just as euphoric as the real thing. "I love you too." Y/N said.

Bucky couldn't help the plainly stupid, goofy grin that had spread across his face. Did he look like an idiot? Unequivocally. Did he care? Maybe, but that wasn't the point.

"I should get back to my room." Y/N said quietly, a small smile on her lips. "Thanks for...uh, the talk."

Bucky laughed and let her get up, walk to the door and open it while he watched in a daze, and then he stopped her. "Let me walk you."

"I can handle myself."

"Oh, I know, sweetheart. But I'm not entirely sure that you should."

Really, she was already his girl. She always had been.

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just-my-fandom · 5 years

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Would you be willing to make an imagine of dad!billy were after graduation u nd billy leave town bc u get pregnant w/out telling anybody but after a few years u have a son & daughter Neil finds out n come by the house hella pissed while billy isnt home, tries to hurt u nd the kids but billy comes home n just beats the hell out him for trying to hurt his family? just the thought of billy goin after the only person hes terrified of for HIS family makes him THE father he never had makes me melt💕❤❣

Sorry guys! I haven’t been active AT ALL and I blame school!! I am now reaching my third week of junior year and I am already so stressed, So updates will be very slow and possibly short :(((( But go ahead and send in some Billy one shots! I’ll be ready!!

Also thank you for the 1.4K followers!

Edit; Billy Hargrove smut coming up probably tonight :)

Warnings; Young pregnancy (not really your 19 ish), mention of abuse, fighting and harsh words towards the reader

“What if they realize we’re gone?”

Hand at your thigh, Billy draws his thumb across the skin, trying to ease the bounce of your leg in the car seat next to him,

“They’re going to realize,” Billy says, calmly as to not frighten the girl constantly pressing her hands to her stomach, “But where we’re going they can’t hurt us,”

“You and I both know Neil will do anything to get his point across. If he finds out about the twins,” You pinch your eyes shut, twisting your shirt in your fingers,

Pulling into a gas station and next to a pump, Billy lifts his hand to your jaw, bringing your eyes to his,

“Babydoll, stop freaking out,” He soothes, “You know Id never let anything happen to you,”

“I know,” You sigh, “I’m just...scared,”

“Honestly?” Billy raises an eyebrow, “I am too. But as long as we got each other we’ll be fine,”

You smile, pressing your hand to the side of his head so your fingers knotted in his girls, “You’ve gone soft,”

Billy chuckles, drawing your lips to press against his carefully, “Thanks to you. Now I know you’re craving something to eat, what you want?”

. . .

“Open for the airplane,”

Propping (Daughter/Name) on your hip, you raise the spoon of mushed carrots to (Son/Names) lips, blowing out to mock an actual airplane,

Twirling your air in her hands, (D/N) giggles when (S/N) spits out the carrots onto the table of his high chair, laughing when you huff and wipe his mouth with a tissue,

“I swear, you’re just like your father,” You stand up, unclipping (S/N) from his seat and heaving him onto your other hip, looking over at the reviving of a car just outside the house,

You quickly glance at the clock on the stove, looking at the window when you hear a car door shut and move to the window,

“That’s probably daddy,” You push down the blind so you could peer outside, instantly spotting the familiar resting bitch face of Neil Hargrove,

“Holy shit,” You release the blind, running to the door to lock it and back up, staring at the wooden door,

“Mommy said a bad word,” (D/N) tells her twin, looking up at you when you shush her out of panic,

The sudden thrust of Neil’s fist at the door has you jumping, your fear radiating off to the twins so they both ducked their heads into your shoulders,

“Y/N, I know you’re home! Open up!” Neil’s booming voice has your throat tightening, backing up to kneel behind the kitchen counter, pressing both toddlers to your chest,

“Mommy needs you to stay quiet, okay?” Breath shaky, you look down at the two children, both nodding and looking at each other,

“Phone, phone,” You mutter, eyeing the phone across the kitchen and having an argument with yourself on what to do,

“Open the hell up Y/N before I let myself in!” Neil demands, voice muffled by the door,

“Go away!” Your voice cracks, setting the two children in their play pin in the corner and turning around as a shield, “Before I call the cops!”

The front door throws itself open, Neil smiling large when spotting the two standing toddlers behind you, “So this is why you took my son and left, huh? You got fucked and now you have kids!”

“Leave, now,” You order, reaching for the cutting knife in the wooden holder and holding it out in front of you, “You have no right to be here,”

“Wheres Billy? Huh? Bet he left your bitch ass,” Neil moves forward, (D/N) whimpering out of fear and (S/N) sticking his thumb into his mouth,

“Get out of here Neil!!” You shout in a plea, yelping loudly when Neil moves forward, grabbing your arms and throwing you behind him so you landed on your back,

You cry out, looking over where the knife had slid away from your grasp,

“You’re a slut, you know that?” Neil kneels forward, hovering over you and grasping the front of your plaid button up, “How many guys did you fuck before you left Hawkins, all of them?”

“Please,” You whimper, shoving your hand to Neil’s chest desperately, “Leave us alone,”

“Oh wow,” Neil chuckles, drawing his thumb across your jaw, “I almost completely forgot about those two mistakes,”

“Don’t touch them!” You gasp, sitting up when Neil pushes back, “Please! Hurt me do anything with me!”

Neil lunges his hand forward, easily hitting the side of your face so you fell back and out of his touch,

The loud shrieks of the two children behind him has Neil looking over his shoulder, unable to hear the car pulling up behind his outside,

Billy’s eyes widen at the familiar car and tag, throwing open his door with a shout of your name and sprinting across the yard of the small home,

“Well look who it is!” Neil stands up with open arms, laughing at the panic on Billy’s face, “Really, son, I thought you could do something better with your life,”

Careful not to go near the pin, Billy shoves Neil into the closest wall, fist clutched in his shirt and the other held close to his face,

“What are you doing here?” Billy asks lowly, maintaining eye contact despite Neil laughing and throwing his head back,

“Decided it was time to visit the grandkids, no?” Neil grins, grunting when Billy brings his fist to Neil’s nose, the painful crack giving them both a knowing answer to the injury,

“Y/N,” Pressing his hand to Neil’s shoulder to keep him still, Billy looks behind him, eyes softening when you slowly sit up, “Take the kids outside,”

You inhale deeply, moving to the pin and lifting both children, speed walking outside the door to the front porch,

“What the hell makes you think you can mess with them?” Billy focuses his gaze to his father, who couldn’t help a deep chuckle in his chest,

“You’ve really outdone yourself, son,” Neil lulls his head to the side, blood slowly pooling from his nose, “You’ve gotten tougher, too,”

“Yeah, well I have two kids to protect, maybe I should have given you some pointers,” Billy turns, spinning Neil to press his back against the kitchen counter,

Shoving him sideways so he fell to the floor, Billy reaches for the knife you had dropped, holding it close to Neil’s neck,

“Billy stop!” Your shout has the man looking up, glare faltering when both children hide their faces in your neck, your eyes wide, “He isn’t worth it, just call the cops,”

“You’ve gone soft, son,” Tired with sleep, Neil chuckles dryly, Billy drops the knife by his head, pulling him upwards and reaching for the phone against the wall, making sure his eyes remained on the grinning man under him,

. . .

“We’ll have him out of your hair in no time,”

You smile up at the cop, nodding once in thanks as he walks towards his car, where another officer shoved Neil into the back seat,

“You three okay?” Billy’s hand touches your back, smiling down at your daughter nuzzling in your shoulder then spotting her father, arms out for him to lift her,

“Mommy got hurt,” (D/N) murmurs, arms locked at Billy’s neck as Billy looks at her, then where you purposely moved your hair over your face,

Billy lifts his free hand, noticing your sharp wince when his fingers brush the red of your cheek,

“I’m gonna help mommy, okay? She’s gonna feel better soon,” Billy kisses the side of (D/N)s heads placing her in the high chair next to her twin brothers after bidding goodbye to the cops, leading you towards the freezer,

“Honestly, I’m fine,” You whisper, clutching Billy’s hand in reassurance,

“We’ve been together for how long?” Billy lifts the bag of frozen vegetables to your cheek, free hand cupping the other side of your face delicately, “You don’t have to lie to me,”

“I just don’t want to be the reason our children get hurt,” Your arms slip to his torso, frown deep, “He was stronger than me, he could have done something to them,”

“But they didn’t,” Billy presses a kiss to your forehead, then slowly to your cheek before resting his lips against yours, “I’ll move you anywhere around the world as long as you are safe,”

You place the bag to the side to wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him down to deepen the kiss so his hands firmly rested at your hips,

Almost forgetting about the two children across the room, Billy turns so you rested against the counter, your hand balled at his shirt before the loud laughter of your children has you pulling back, Billy smiling and looking over,

“You think it’s funny?” Billy lifts (S/N), tossing him and catching him with ease and kissing his head,

You smile, pressing the bag of peas to your cheek and walking up to greet your daughter as if none of the recent events had ever happened

#billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove smut #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader #neil hargrove

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legitlaur · 5 years

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One Kiss

Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: First time writing in like 2 months and awkwardness

Summary: Bc of endgame I feel like we need some good old everyone lives at the tower and everyone is happy fluff. so that’s basically what this is. You have a major crush on Steve and he orders you a burrito lol

Background: You were a hacker, so talented it took SHIELD 20 hours to realize their system had been infiltrated. Agent Hill told Fury that you could be a real asset. During the fight against Ultron you were able to track most if not all the robots, you informed the team when they had successfully wiped out all the Ultrons. Currently, you find mercenaries and anything that enters the Earth’s atmosphere. Generally, you gather a strike team and lead the mission through coms, while Steve leads on the ground.

You were working in the kitchen, hoping that someone would come in and make some dinner you could steal. You were able to hack secret government agencies but not able to make anything beyond microwavable ramen.

You moved into the tower with the Avengers, now that SHIELD was gone. And you needed the second best satellites and wifi. You changed the entire mainframe of Tony's system to connect your laptop to his satellites. Once you were in, you could hack into nearly anything.

As of right now, you were keeping an eye out on any remaining HYDRA agents. Steve and Nat were hoping to build up a new SHIELD but not until all of HYDRA was gone. With Furys Project Insight it could’ve been done in the click of a button. Steve, however, deleted all of the software. You’ve managed to steal a glimpse at the algorithm before it was lost forever. You repurposed it and waited for notifications on facial recognition.

You pulled your hood over the back of your head and popped in an earbud. Out of boredom, you checked the security of the tower. If you were able to hack it when you were just a kid, whos to say one of Peter Parker's genius friends, or someone not so nice couldn’t do the same.

You worked on some new code and made a quick call to Tony asking for permission to make some changes. He as always was looking forward to your improvements. Just as you were getting into your groove, you saw Steve walk into the kitchen. You pulled the strings of your hoodie so your face was more concealed. It was hard being around someone so perfect, just one look at him made anyone self-conscious.

“Y/n? What are you doing?” He asked.

Even his voice made it difficult for you to speak, “Umm. I found a few flaws in our security so I’m just fixing it.”

Steve opened the fridge, “Tony's got some competition,” He noticed the scared look on your face, “That was a compliment. It's good for him to be kicked off his imaginary throne.”

You smiled, “Thanks?”

“There's never any food in this place,” He slammed the fridge shut.

You loosened your hood and took out your earbuds. Quietly you informed him why “I may have gone through the food supply and threw out anything that was expired. Also, Thor was here a few days ago, I’m pretty sure he eats like five times our calorie intake.”

Steve sat down next to you, “Well at least someone's cleaning up around here. Wanna order in?”

Your heart was thumping, “No Chinese. Every time the kid is here we order Chinese. I don’t think I can eat another dumpling ever.”

He picked up the phone, “You like burritos right.”

You nodded, somehow the freezer was always stocked full of microwave burritos. You would eat them when you're stressed. Which was quite often.

You moved your hair behind your ear, “You, you notice that?”

Steve laughed, it made the butterflies in your stomach flap around frantically, “Of course. It’s hard not to notice you-” “What?” Your face burned.

He ran his hands through his gelled hair, “Your always wearing headphones and so zoned into your work you don’t notice anything. One time Sam and Bucky had a full-on brawl, they even broke the table. You didn’t look off your screen. When you work your so concentrated that nothing could break your attention.”

You weren’t sure how to respond. Luckily he continued.

“That’s why you’re so easy to notice because crazy stuff happens around here. They watch the crazy stuff, then turn to you and see if you react,” he chuckled, “Barton and Bucky have a continuing bet going. Every time you don’t react Clint pays a dollar. I think since you moved in Buck has inherited $200.”

“You’re joking.”

He fixed his posture, “I never joke. I’m Captain America.”

You punched his shoulder, “Seriously though.”

“It’s all true,” he saluted, “scouts honor.”

Before you knew it, you were having dinner with Steve Rogers. Heck, you were flirting with him.

“I’m glad you live here. It’s nice having someone who’s not crazy around. Keeping some of the egotistical people where they truly belong.”

Your face went a brighter red, “Wow,” you weren’t sure how to respond to that, “But if I'm gonna be honest I’m pretty crazy.”

You were crazy, crazy in love with Steve Rogers.

He smiled, the butterflies in your stomach fluttered their wings faster. You stuffed a mouthful of burrito in your mouth trying to not make things so awkward. He continued talking and you thanked anyone above for that.

Wiping the remaining crumbs from his face Steve stood up, “So do you wanna go to the lounge or do you need to finish proving to Tony your better than him again?”

You shut your laptop, “Lounge, I already finished the security system.” This was a lie, you just wanted to sit by Steve in a dark room.

Your shoulders continually brushed against each other as you walked. The hallway seemed notable more narrow than the other thousands of times you’d walked through them. Even when you were Bucky, who if it's even possible might be broader than Steve, was able to walk next to you in this hall. You picked up the pace, feeling the awkward tension increase. Steve pressed the elevator button when the door opened Natasha was in leaning against the wall.

“Where are you two heading,” She asked.

Steve let you go in first, then answered, “The lounge.” Nat pressed 3 for you guys. The tension had been lifted, you planned to thank her later. She was talking and joking around with you guys. Steve seemed to be lightening up even more. His posture wasn’t as stiff and his arms hung at his sides rather than crossed against his chest.

The lounge consisted of the comfiest couch’s money could buy, blankets everywhere and an extremely large flat screen. There was also a bar area and a few small tables. If there was a party in the facility it would be in the kitchen because of food, or the lounge.

Tony and Bruce were sitting on the couch watching the Discovery Channel. You sat down at the bar, hoping Steve would catch the hint. You’re stomach knotted as you waited for him to sit. He said hi to Tony and Bruce, rather than sitting next to you he went behind the bar.

“What can I get you?” He flirted, or at least you thought he was flirting.

Gushing with embarrassment you answered, “Old Fashion”

Steve looked surprised.

“What kinda drink did you expect from me?” you asked quite offended.

He pulled out a glass, “Well I definitely didn’t take you for an Old Fashion, I'll be honest I was thinking you were more of a straight tequila person.”

You sat up eating up his opinions of you, “Those are only for breakups and really stressful times actually.”

He nodded, seeming to make a mental note while making your drink.

You got extremely drunk, to the point where Bruce and Tony had to leave in order to feel sane.

Steve was sitting next to you laughing and talking and drinking. You finished another drink and asked him in a slurred way“How much for the drinks bartender?”

Without missing a beat Steve answered, “One kiss.”

Even being drunk this shocked you. You pinched yourself, this could easily be another one of your Steve Rogers fantasy dreams. But it wasn't, it was real. You watched him move his chair closer and felt him gently put his hand on your waist.

This was it your moment. You were going to kiss Steve Rogers. Both of you leaned it, you went for the right and when your lips met symphonies went off in your head. This was more than just a kiss. This was the build-up of all the sexual tension and lust for one another pushed into one moment.

One kiss.

You ran your hands up and down his button-up shirt. His hand held your face close, while the other pulled on your hair. You stood up, he followed. This quickly became unconventional because of the height difference. Steve lifted you against the wall. You wrapped your arms around his waist for support. You violently began unbuttoning his shirt. Finally, it was off, you stared in awe. You’d seen this angelic man shirtless before, but never in this state. His lips left yours, only to find them going down your neck.

“Pay up.” A voice called.

Steve let go of you instantaneous. You both turned to the voice, Bucky and Sam were standing in the doorway.

“That wasn’t what it looked like,” Steve began to explain.

You were devastated. Had that been nothing more than a kiss to him? Nothing but filling a void? Were you just an object to him, a toy to be played with?

“What was it then Steve?” You shouted and stormed out.

After no one could see you, the tears came through and you burst into a run. No one could see you in this state. The elevator ride seemed the longest, you prayed no one would join you. Once you got to your floor unseen you ran to the safety and comfort of your room.

Where you planned to stay forever.

You laid in tearstained pillows and wrapped in a blanket trying to understand what just happened. Instead of that being the best moment of your life, it quickly escalated to one of the worst. The heartbreak, and the embarrassment. It was all too much, you wouldn’t live here anymore, you couldn’t stand to see him every day. Knowing that he was using you. You were going to tell Tony as soon as you pulled yourself together.

There was a knock at the door. This couldn’t get any worse.

You heard the door open, “y/n?” Steves warm voice called.

Your stomach tightened, it seems it could get worse, “Don’t, Steve.”

You kept your body facing the wall, “Please listen. I never meant to hurt you, I didn’t mean it like that when I said it.”

“What else could you have meant, clearly it was just a drunk kiss. It doesn’t even matter anymore,” You barked.

He sat on your bed, “Will you please just look at me. I, I’m trying to tell you something serious and I can’t because I’m staring into those beautiful y/e/c eyes.”

You tried your best to wipe away your tears. Slowly you sat up and turned to him. He was wearing his usual white tank top, his face looked stressed and his hair was a mess.

“Did you just call my eyes beautiful?”

He leaned closer to you, gingerly he cupped my cheek in his hands. Using his thumb he wiped away the rest of the tears, “Yes. You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, and I’ve seen a lot of girls.” He winked, “I’m not sure if you’ve heard but I was alive during World War 2.”

You smacked his arm, “Calling me the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen isn’t going to help you out here. Our kiss wasn’t what it looked like remember.”

He frowned, “y/n you have no idea how much I wish I could take that back. But in a sense it was true, I honestly didn’t want that to be how anyone found out.”

“Found out what?” You interrupted.

His eyes looked away from you, “That I like you.”

Steve Rogers. Captain America liked you. How was this even possible? You were clearly dreaming.

“Slap me!”

Steve’s face looked shocked, “Excuse me?”

“Just slap me. I need to know this is real,” you explained.

Steve laughed, “y/n this is real. Can’t you see, you make me laugh. You drive me crazy.”

You were smiling so wide, “Wake me up captain,” you smoothed your voice, “one kiss.”

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