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buckyalpine · 4 months

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40s Sergeant Barnes with a nurse and a Sergeant kink (and breeding and house wife kink, virginity loss). This was supposed to be a pure smutty drabble but then I got in my feelings and added some fluff and angst but I promise Bucky is still a dirty, nasty little fuck in this. Just with a sweeter ending. The one he deserves.

Listen just imagine what a cute, sexy menace Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes would be just waking up from an injury when his eyes flutter open to the pretty nurse he’s been eyeing from the day he started. You’re not a shy, dainty little thing, nope. Not at all.

You bark out orders like a drill Sergeant and one glare from you is all it takes to get everyone in line and on task without a second thought. Even his superiors are scared of you, biting their tongue when you stitch them up and send them on their way before running off to your next patient.

Bucky was in love.

“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes” he rasps, throwing you a charming smirk while you roll your eyes in response, shaking your head. "How'd I get so lucky, got a my little angel tendin' to me"

“I see your injury hasn’t stopped hurt that mouth of yours Sergeant" You quirk an eyebrow while he playfully huffs as you change the dressing covering a gash on his abdomen. You swab the area clean and he doesn't flinch even though you know it must burn like hell, his muscles tensed while he continues to watch you with heart eyes. "Now you know I'm not your little angel, I got 20 other men to fix up, you better be out of this bed as soon as you're all healed up"

“C’mon sugar, you're breakin' my heart" Bucky gives you a little pout with those perfect lips and you catch the twinkle in his eye as he looks over your form with complete admiration. He loved your sassy, take no shit attitude and it's taking everything in him to calm himself down so he doesn't get a hard on right there in front of you.

"You'd tell that to a cat with three legs if it was in a nurses outfit" You try your best to not give into his flirty comments and puppy eyes, knowing damn well he's a heart breaker but he makes it so difficult when he continues to woo you with his boyish charm.

He can't help but chase after you; catching the way your eyes always dart around with anxiety when his group returns from an operation, relief flooding them when you finally spot him. He loves your indifferent attitude, patting him down to make sure he's uninjured but your furrowed brows and the tiny pout on your lips give away that you're worried.

How can he just let you go. Every time you check over him, he needs you closer.

So much closer.

"Ms. y/l/n, Sergeant Barnes is requesting you in his tent, he says it's urgent"

You shake your head looking over at the time, quietly making your way over to the tent he's stationed at, thankful that a number of troops were sleeping so you wouldn't be seen as you quickly slip inside.

“And what hurts now” you sass with your hands on your hips seeing the soldier in perfect health, doing your best to assess him without letting him know.

"Always checkin' over me" Bucky chuckles, seeing what you're doing; his words making your cheeks heat up, "Knew you cared about me sugar"

"Well what am I doin' here" You give him an unconvincing huff, struggling to keep your voice steady, refusing to meet his eyes, keeping your gaze on his silver dog tags instead. It doesn't help that he's handsome as hell with a light dusting of scruff covering his cheeks. Bucky's never seen you flustered before and it evokes something in him, all the blood in his body rushing south seeing your fingers twitch.

All he wanted to do was kiss you but now-

“Help your Sergeant out doll” He whispers, taking another step forward till his chest brushes against yours, his hand coming to tilt your chin up, "Will you?"

You gasp feeling his hardness press against your thigh, your heart fluttering wildly as his thumb traces your lips, any semblance of control you had slipping away feeling the warmth of his skin.

“Y-yes Sergeant Barnes”

His lips press against yours, soft and sweet, a stark contrast to the way his body was screaming for him to pick you up and toss you onto his cot.

"Sweet like sugar" He lets his hands fall to your waist, pulling you flush against his body while your arms drape on top of his shoulders. You stand on your toes chasing more of his lips and he chuckles at the needy whine you let out when he pulls away for air.

Now let's say your first night together was actually quite tame. He kisses you again and you swoon when he repeatedly checks in with you before going any further. His hand slips under your skirt, letting his fingers toy with places no on else has touched. With each night, he needs you more and more until he can't hold off any longer and neither can you.

You sneak into his tent and this time he doesn't hesitate to undress you completely, not when he needs you bare with nothing separating you both. You feel your heart race as he lies on top of you, draping a thin sheet over himself when you shiver at the chill night air. You feel his body heat instantly warm you up, his heavy cock resting between your soaked folds.

"Are you sure, sugar?" He asks, his hand cupping your cheek and stroking your skin.

"Please Sergeant" You whisper and the way you say his title makes his cock twitch. There's something so different about you when you're in his bed, a sweet little bunny giving herself to him completely. It drives him feral with a need to make you feel good, make you cry for his cock and his cock only, to keep you nice and full of him.

You don't look twice at anyone else and here you are completely naked in his tent with your tight little virgin cunt, your legs spread open so he can put his dick in you; there was no way he was ever going to let you go.

"You tell me if it's too much, alright?" His lips tickle your neck as kisses your skin while rubbing his heavy cock through your folds, coating it in your slick, "Breathe for me"

He slips his tags into your mouth as he starts to press in, the initial sting making you bite down hard onto the metal feeling a mix of pleasure and pain. You whine at the way he stretches you open, your thighs squeezing around his waist, nails digging into his shoulders.

"Shhh, that's it love, doin' so good for me so good for your Sergeant, look how you're takin' all of me baby" He looks down to where you're both connected as he continues to slowly push himself in till hes fully sheathed inside you. He gives you time to adjust, slipping his tags out of your lips and letting his tongue lace with yours instead, his balls already throbbing with how tightly you were squeezing his cock.

"Please-Sergeant" your heels press into his ass desperate for him to move, gasping when he starts to slowly roll his hips, barely pulling out.

"I got you love-don't worry" Bucky moves as slowly as he could not wanting to hurt you, taking just as much care of you as you had with him countless of times.

But he can only keep up at that pace for so long. Your muffled whines and moans don't help the way his mind is already spiraling. His pretty little nurse all spread out just for him, taking his raw, bare cock in her soaking pussy, squeezing him so tight, he was only a few strokes from cumming.

If it were up to him he would've proposed on the spot, thinking about making love to you on your wedding night, seeing you all shy and sweet wrapped up in soft white lace. If you were his wife, he'd take you apart every which way, not giving a fuck about traditions, taking you right on the dining room table.

You'd be the prettiest little thing for him to come home to, such a good wife all dirty just for her husband. Only he'd know the way your mouth would slobber all over his cock like your life depended on it. The way you'd moan at the taste of his cum. Bucky's eyes rolled back at the thought of you with nothing but some heels and a string of pearls he'd put around your neck while he stuffed you with cum and emptied his balls in you.

"S-Sergeant-I-oh god" You whimpered feeling his cock grow harder, your pussy pulling him right back in, feeling the coil low in your belly pull tighter and tighter as he hit that spot.

Meanwhile Bucky's jaw clenched as he felt his balls pull tight to his body, the tip leaking steadily in your pussy. His mind spiraled into places he didn't think would exist before he met you, rogue thoughts he only entertained when he had his dick in his hand. The harder he fucked you the more he thought about how gorgeous you'd look with a swollen belly.

Fuck, imagine if he got you pregnant right then and there. That nurses uniform would no longer fit you. Everyone would know he knocked you up, your perfectly round tummy carrying Sergeant James Barnes' baby, breasts heavy with milk, God, he wasn't going to last-

“Gonna let your Sergeant pump you full of cum?” He pants, letting his hands grip onto your hips like his life depends on it, the wiry hair at the base of his cock rubbing against your clit.

“Yes!!” You sob, biting down onto his shoulder to keep your cries down while he continues to fuck you into oblivion. You don't understand how such filth can spew from that pink, pouty little mouth of his. "Please-please-need-youI-I'm gonna-"

"M'yours sweet girl, m'all yours, go on, cum for me love, cum on my cock, it's all yours" He gazed into your eyes, cooing at your parted lips and sweat slicked skin. It didn't take long for you to shatter around him his lips smashing against yours to swallow your moans.

"Want your cum Sergeant" You beg , desperate to have him claim you from the inside.

"Oh fuck baby, y-you can't say that, m-gonna, oh fuckkk" Your words throw Bucky right off the edge as he lets out a deep groan stilling his hips and shooting endless ropes of his spend into you. You both lay in comfortable silence, your fingers playing with his hair; his usual kempt brown locks now disheveled .

“Y’know m’gonna marry you” his scruffy cheek nuzzles into your neck as he continues to stay deep inside you as his cock softens, “after all this is over. Gonna put a ring on that finger”

His words send a different wave of emotions over you, feeling more safe than ever, clinging onto him as tightly as possible. You let a whimper slip out and he pulls away from your neck with an expression of concern.

“What is it love” Bucky coos, wiping away the tears that slip you, stroking your cheek while you bite back a sniffle.

“Do you mean it? After this is all over?” You weren't sure what Bucky would want-there was still a war going on. Anything could happen. Perhaps this was just to keep his bed warm. Something to keep him calm, you were just someone to-

"Of course sugar" Bucky presses a firm kiss to your forehead, silencing the thoughts that tried to run wild. "You're mine"

And of course he gets his happy ending. Because when it's all over, he gets the ring for the girl he loves. He's on one knee, proposing to you with the sweetest words. He treats you like a princess on your wedding night, making love all night long until the sun is up.

There isn't a surface in the house he's left untouched. Nothing makes him more feral than moaning for his pretty wife, constantly taking her hand and wrapping it around his cock, watching that diamond glint with each stroke.

It doesn't take long for you to feel a little squeamish, knowing all the tell tale signs.

The day you tell him he's going to be a dad is one of the happiest days of his life. There isn't a single night that goes by where he isn't nuzzling his face into your tummy, talking to your little one.

Everything was perfecttt.

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iobsessoverfictionalmen · 9 months

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Competition for a heart

Tagging: @imwithyoutiltheendofthelinebucky, @jointhehunt67

If you want to be added to the tag list for this fic, send me an ask or leave a comment on the fic.

Chapter 6

AN: This chapter contains mentions of illness, death, and imprisonment.

Once again, you lost track of time as you had no way of knowing how much time passed as you recounted your story. Midway through your recount, you snuck a glance at John and wished you hadn’t. His face was impassive however you could feel the betrayal and disappointment coming off of him in waves.

You finished your tale and stood up, focusing on Winston.

“You claim you acted in self-defence?”

“Yes.” You kept your answer as short as possible despite wanting to say so much more. You had the feeling that you were being assessed again. Except this time, the result of your assessment would determine whether you lived or died.

“Then why did you not leave when your opponent was incapacitated?”

“Why didn’t you leave? The man had tried to kill you on the Continental grounds and the second he exhibited signs of genuine distress; you chose to stay. Why?” A voice in your head whispered.

You squared your shoulders, “When he hit the floor and began to convulse, I knew he wasn’t acting. There’s something wrong.”

Winston’s gaze darted to Charon for a millisecond but it was enough for you to catch it.

“You know what it is that’s making him sick.”

Winston ignored you and raised his hand, beckoning with three of his fingers. Four people appeared from nowhere and two of them grabbed your arms.

“You will now be escorted to a cell while the Cleaners conduct a thorough investigation of what happened here.”

You hadn’t expected anything less but your heart dropped into your stomach all the same. It didn’t help that John’s face was still emotionless.

“Will you attempt to run?”

“No.” You replied resolutely, “I will not run.”

A faint glimmer of approval appeared in Winston’s eyes. He jerked his head and you were marched out of the hallway. To your surprise, instead of a cell with bars, you were escorted back to your room and the door was locked from the outside.

“I didn’t even ask what his name was,” the words rushed out of you in a breathy whisper and you felt ashamed of yourself.

“Alex Lewis.”

You spun around in surprise once you registered that it was John who had spoken through the door to you.

“Is he…”

“That’s up to the Cleaners.” John’s tone was rough.

You swallowed as the enormity of John’s words hit you and before you could say anything more, you heard John's footsteps grow softer as he walked away from you. Ignoring the fact that you would be wrinkling the lovely, loaned clothing that you were wearing, you made your way over to the bed and curled up under the sheets after kicking off your shoes.

Sometime during the night, the door to your room creaked open and artificial light streamed into the room, jolting you back into awareness immediately.

“Easy doll, it’s just me.” A familiar, Brooklyn-accented voice hushed you.

“Bucky?!” Your voice was barely more than a groggy whisper.

“Should have known he’d bring you here and I should have known that trouble would find you.”

Sleepily, you pulled the covers back but Bucky ignored the offer. Instead, he perched himself on top of the covers and lay down next to you.

“Sleep.” He urged gently, “You can tell me what happened in the morning. I’m not going anywhere.”

Your eyelids fluttered closed and the last thing that you remembered before you fell into slumber was that Bucky was humming a soft melody that reminded you of your home and childhood.

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cherrybombfangirl · 11 months

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Hey you! Yeah you! Interested in my in progress Marvel OC Fanfic?

Ao3 Link: Only Human (7244 words) by cherrybombfangirl)/

Wanna read a Marvel fanfic that’s mainly an OC insert but also fixing everything that’s wrong with the MCU? It includes fixing what needs fixing, and my OC and all the small OCs that come with her.

Yeah you wanna read it!

The fic includes:

My OC Stacy who is the daughter of Steve and Bucky, a chaotic bisexual ADHDer, a maliciously compliant little shit, a gremlin but also a sweet ray of sunshine, coming from a mixed faith family, and just being the bane of the US government/Tony Stark’s existence in general

Fixing the erasure of representation issue- not just the whitewashing! Especially Steve’s disability and being an irish immigrant, also aggressively queer as he should be

^^^ and Stucky Supremacy :D

Autistic, Trans, Asexual, Bisexual, and Jewish Peter Parker! (also he actually acts like a teenager and not a fucking child, the fuck writers and fans)

In fact, all of the characters that should be Jewish are actually Jewish (Wanda and Peitro, Kate Bishop, Bucky, Moon Knight, etc etc), because we all know how terrible the MCU is at respecting the source material

No romanticizing Tony’s shitty behavior and getting called out on said behavior multiple times

Civil War is actually about Steve Rogers and not just Iron Man 4 :) (also Tony being proven very very wrong)

Actually addressing how bad the Sokovia Accords are and how awfully they treat people with superpowers (and how it’s really just the US gov. trying to have their own little superhero army and how that’s fucked up)

Fixing this issue the MCU has where they reduce characters to a few traits and take away what’s at the core (especially with newly introduced characters)

Fixing Age of Ultron and Endgame (because AoU was a trash fire and Endgame was a good concept but terrible execution)

Did you know Peggy’s character was based on a character from the comics named Cynthia Glass who was a Nazi Spy? “Based on” as in the writers took Cynthia’s character and just slapped Peggy’s name on her? Yeah so, Peggy’s actually gonna be a Nazi spy in this fic and her sus behavior (shooting at Cap, Operation Paperclip, etc) won’t be ignored or brushed off

^^^ in fact she manipulates Steve into letting her have his and Bucky’s daughter so that HYDRA could have their own little supersoldier lab rat and also Peggy not being a good mom and handing Stacy over to HYDRA like it’s nothing

The ending to Endgame actually makes sense (and no Steve undoing his entire arc because WTF WAS THAT-)

More time saying fuck you to the US government because we hate them in this house, and we stan Stacy for doing everything she can to be the bane of it’s existence. Everyone but Tony is right behind her :)

All the Young Avengers are closer in age because they should be, also they’re all younger than 20 because that should be happening they’re not supposed to be adults

Lots of trauma and mental health issues for everyone, including PTSD, depression, and anxiety and more!

More time with Nat and Yelena BECAUSE THEY DIDN’T GET ENOUGH T-T

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darsynia · 1 year

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Hey Babes, thank you for sharing the fanfic asks. As you know I haven't had a chance to read anything yet, but it is on my list.

5. A fic I haven't read yet, but I want to?

So I was browsing your list and whew! So many great things to choose from. The one that really piqued my interest was Safe In My (Our) Arms. It looks like it can be full of a bit of everything! I also see you are working on it, good job getting those chapters out. I love a good smutty story as well as one with lots of emotions in it.

13. If Ive ever talked about your fic to someone else?

I would suggest anyone looking for some Tony Stark stories to go your way! You have such a great list with Tony stories that there has to be something for any Stark fan.

15. A question I have about one of your fics?

How about which fic is your favorite fluffiest one? For the readers who are looking for some nice comfort and softness.

Hey there, as I was going to put in yours (drat the character limit hehe! Always and forever a bane of my particular existence), I'd started writing it and then had to make dinner; it was nice of you to send something anyway, very kind of you!

5. Thanks re: Safe, I really wanted to take something familiar (Sex Pollen) and flip the trope a little bit (public health crisis about to implode). On top of that, there's the dichotomy between a pair that could have fallen in love the normal way (Steve and Dee (Reader)) but for the way they met, and contrast that with the pre-existing friendship-that-could-be-more between Steve and Bucky, and Dee and Bucky. The contrast between a forced bond and one that was specifically chosen, and that both can be strong and joyful, even between three people... yeah, catnip to me. It's definitely emotional, for sure!

13. Aww very kind of you, thanks! And, hee, yep, I have a wealth of Tony fics! A lot of them are long AF, and given that I have found few Tony readers on Tumblr I've held off posting some until I can tempt them, so here's hoping. Of course, they're on AO3 if anyone wants to skip ahead, no pressure though!

15. As for fluffiest, that would definitely be Happy Val, a Coffee Shop AU that features Humanitarian Lawyer!Steve and Shy Barista!Reader, who works at Thor's shop (called Bean Charge, where the food section is called Meal Near). I wrote it for Valentine's Day this year--and I fully intended to write their first date for my wedding anniversary but! I ended up with my middle kid in the ER. Hopefully I can slough off those associations and write the sequel!

From Fanfic Asks for the Askers!

#i definitely used too many exclamation points!#oops there's another one #darsy twirls her asks #sweater-daddiesdumbdork #it's so lovely to get to connect with people on here #so thank you!

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the-canary · 6 years

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Pretend - B.B.

Summary: Denial is a strong motivator to do stupid things. (Reader/Bucky Barnes).

Prompt: “Let’s do something romantic, like plan a murder or something.”

A/N: This is for @softhairbarnes 750 writing challenge. It took me awhile to figure out how this situation would go, but it’s fun and I enjoyed it! So, I hope you do as well.

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Feedback is always welcomed.

Being an Avenger isn’t always what’s cracked up to be in the media. There isn’t a Tony Stark party every night, there hours are long and sacrifices are made for the greater good in terms of personal and familial relations. It’s busting from one mission to another with people that have your back, but with the possibility of never coming back to the Tower or the Compound. The highest state of being a workaholic, but you wouldn’t have it any other way because while you are a hero somewhere else in the world for either a few days or weeks, it allowed you to avoid the problems back home.

“Mission debrief with Nat and Sam,” Clint explains as he polishes his arrows, a few hours away from landing at the Compound, “Potential mission in Morocco for another three weeks.”

“Do you think they’ll need me?” you ask, turning around after you finish wrapping your hands in bandages. The last mission had left you a bit worse for wear, but it wasn’t something that wouldn’t be gone in a couple of hours though there were some wounds that were worst, but hidden underneath the combat suit you wore. Clint just frowns.

“They might,” he says, though he has to add a little extra towards the end, “But, don’t you think you should take a break? You’ve been going on like this for nearly 2 months now.”

“I--” you want to defend yourself, but if Nat knew it was more than likely that she had told Clint as well -- they were a nasty pair like that.

“You can’t keep avoiding him forever, kid,” he tells you the die hard truth of what you have been avoiding these past couple of weeks, which causes you to frown. There is stubborn glint in your that he had seen a dozen times before in all the years of knowing you -- you weren’t going to say a word, take it with you to the grave if you could, “He’s gonna come looking for you eventually.”

“I guess, I’ll handle that when it comes to it,” is the only way you respond, as Clint laughs at your attitude.

The rest of the ride is spent talking about what you want to do in the little intermission between this debrief and the next mission briefing. A nap will be nice, but you know that that will be impossible with the excitement and adrenaline still running through your veins -- maybe, finally getting to eat some good homemade food from all the leftovers that Wanda tends to keep for everyone. Food was always good to ease the body and even the heart, which you had been fighting with for quite some time now.

The hour long flight passes by too fast as you both are already walking down the hanger as Clint prepares to take a much needed rest and you try to the best with the time allocated for you before going to go meet with Natasha and Sam. Clint gives you a good-natured pat on the back as you give him a simple shrug.

“Take me advice. It’ll make it easier in the long run,” he warns you one last time, but you don’t say anything. He waits until you leave the hanger area, for a twenty minute brief and quick shower, to take out his own communication device and speak into it.

“She’s heading to the kitchen,” he shakes his head with a smile, tired of how you’ve been avoiding the situation, as a familiar female voice answers back.

Clint’s words hold some truth because for a while Bucky Barnes has been wondering why he hasn’t seen you in such a long time. Long missions and time apart was something he was used to since becoming an Avenger and slowly becoming your friend after the long road of recovery, but this much time apart was insane. He worried about your health and was slowly coming to realize that it might be more, though he couldn’t help but question your actions once he asked Steve why you had been on so many missions lately.

“Shouldn’t she take a break? Ain’t that part of protocol?” Bucky tries to ask discreetly as possible one training session with Steve. You had just gone on a mission to Europe and had just as quickly packed up for a mission to Morocco with Clint. He hadn’t seen you in three weeks and it was starting to drive him up the wall. Blue eyes look back to meet his, as Steve seems to pick up on something Bucky hasn’t.

“I’ve already told her, Buck,” Steve pauses from punching the bag in front of him to look his oldest friend, “But, she’s want to dive right in, hard to stop a gal like that.”

“It’s just---” Bucky stops in frustration, as he runs a hand through his matted hair and Steve can’t help but smile just a bit.

“You got something you wanna let out,” Steve teases with a laugh, as Bucky stops for a second and frowns as he tries to organize his thoughts. He knows that your absence bothers him, though he isn’t ready to admit the reason why just yet, not to Steve and certainly not to himself.

“Nah,” is all he says before going back to training and hopefully off of what’s really bothering him.

Since then, Bucky had been avoiding the bigger picture of what was bothering him, of what he could potentially be feeling for a close friend. He had known you for quite some time now. You made movie nights for him, trained with him, had his back when pranking Sam, and if he thought about it long enough it was only natural that he was drawn to your light like a moth and while he had been trying to get back into the “modern dating scene” here and there because it was different trying to initiate something with a stranger than with a close friend -- someone that he would place his life on the line for. And while that was just a shitty excuse, it was better than the darker thoughts that swim in his head.

Maybe, that’s why it was easier to go through the routine of checking his guns, or like he was doing at the current moment -- sharpening his knife in one of the darker recreational areas, maybe just for the potential of scaring Sam like he usually did. Instead, he was welcomed with the sight of you coming into the room with a bowl and freshly out of the shower from what he could tell with your damp hair.

“Hey Bucky,” you give him a smile and he doesn’t know if it's the soldier in him or if it’s just because it is you that he can notice the tired shag of your shoulder as you walk to take a seat on the couch. There is a limp in your walk that you are doing your best to hide, since you ability hasn’t caught up to healing it, and there are bandages around your hands. The toll of your constant missions is starting to catch up on you.

“You okay, doll?” he questions, as you take a bite out of your yogurt and fruit mix. You give him a light smile over his concern, though it doesn’t stop the quick ache in the middle of your chest because this is all friendly concern and nothing more.

“Nothing that can’t be fixed in a couple of hours,” you say in a dismissive tone in regards to your ample healing ability, though he didn’t need to know you were pushing your ability to its extreme with how many missions you were taking -- you were reckless that way.

However, instead of saying anything about your current emotional problems, you decide to stay quiet and simply enjoy the silence you have with one of your closest friends. It was better than getting your heart potentially torn apart, though physical activity might be a whole better than the metaphorical version. Yet, you want to hear his voice beyond the sharpening of his beloved knife, and maybe that what makes you open your mouth, as you lean into the couch.

“ Let’s do something romantic, like plan a murder or something ,” you say breaking the silence from your side of the couch as blue eyes turn to look at you for a moment. He’s surprised in the way you say it , but the last part catches him off guard for a moment, not sure it you are jesting or being serious.

“Why would you want to do that?” he says walking over a thin bridge, though you can tell he is just humoring you with those twinkling blue eyes and the crooked grin on his lips as he sharpens his knife.

“Clint was annoying me on the ride back,” you admit, not never going farther to the actual truth, instead moving a bit more towards your curren fantasy with a laugh, “Just wanna whack him with a bat, maybe throw him in the Hudson.”

“You’ve been watching too many Scorsese movies again, doll,” it’s Bucky’s turn to laugh at the reminder that you have watched Goodfellas and Heat one too many times, and while he didn’t watch them with you for specific reasons he had gotten too used to you quoting them and going into monologue with Sam when the situation called for it. It was a little violet, but it’s one of the quirks he liked about you.

He liked a lot about you, actually and he was slowly starting to figure that out.

“Maybe,” you admit, before closing your eyes for a moment because while you were enjoying the exchange, you hands twitched due to his laugh with the thought of just going over to him and pulling him into a kiss. It was one of your more tamer thoughts when it came to Bucky as of recently, but this was something you needed to control -- for the sake of your friendship.

“Is the something wrong?”

“Nah,” you say softly and give him a bright smile, which he doesn’t completely believe but before he can say anything else on the subject.

“--Agent Romanoff and Mr. Wilson are waiting for you,” F.R.I.D.A.Y’s voice cuts in, as you quickly get up and Bucky wants to stop you, yell at you about taking better care of yourself -- that you can lean on him if need be. However, all that stops dead in his throat, as you start to walk out of the room.

“Doll,” he manages to saw, as you look at him with tired and hollow eyes but give him the brightest smile that you can -- Bucky knows that you are lying, but he’s too afraid ask what the major problem is behind your recent behavior.

“Yeah?” you answer back, looking back while standing close to the entrance way. Blue eyes watch you, completely mesmerized for a moment before putting everything he is feeling and trying to let out into two little words.

“Stay safe,” he says, as you nod with a crushed heart hoping he would have said something else.

Yet, as stated before, you are a reckless sort of thing that push your powers a little too far when you need the most, as you end up with a bullet in your shoulder in the latest mission with Nat and Sam, and unconscious for nearly 3 days as your healing ability tries to catch up with the damage done to your body. Bucky is a mess that only Sam and Steve are able handle, and then just barely as he watches for the hospital ward whenever he can and everything that he had been denying finally blooms in front of him.

“Steve, I think I’m…” Bucky explains what he is feeling towards you (what he is sure that he has felt for a long time under the disguise of friendship) to the blond, as Sam watches from the other side of the room a smug smile on his face as the blond just shakes his head.

“Well, took you long enough, Buck,” Steve says with a smile, as Sam laughs. Blue eyes take in his two best friends, as if they don’t understand the struggle he had been going through for the past couple of hours since he had seen you come back on a stretcher. And while, yes it was a serious situation both Sam and Steve already knew that you were going to pull through, and a little extra thing, that Bucky didn’t.

“You knew,” he questions before looking at Steve and then back to Sam.

“It’s been kinda of obvious for awhile, Tinman,” Sam chuckles out, “Just gotta wait for Sleeping Beauty to return your feelings.”

“And why do you think she would?” Bucky asks desperately, looking for any sign that you might feel something besides friendship towards him. Sam just keeps grinning.

“Think back to when she started taking all those missions.”

Bucky does think long and hard about the time a few months back that you started increasing how many missions you were going on and for a moment he decides that nothing is any different. You hung out, trained together, and you had even helped him decide how he was going to go dressed for his first date in quite a long time -- and there it is. He had started dating more actively and seeking your help to do so, by the 3rd you were out with Steve and Nat on a mission in Portugal and his time with you slowly decreasing. But, you couldn’t have the same feelings, could you?

The giddiness of such potential leaves Bucky sleepless into the 3rd day of your time in the medical ward, though you are awake and talking now. It isn’t until the middle of the night that he decides to finally visit you. And there you are sitting wide awake in your hospital bed, still a clear insomniac. He comes to stand near your bed, as you give him a timid smile.

“Hey Buck,” you reach out with your good arm as he takes your hand to have him sit as close as he can. The near death experience and your feelings wanting to have him closer than usual, even if just for a moment, “Been busy?”

Bucky can’t help but frown a little at the tone of your voice, as if you think he would be anywhere else but here, so for once he decides to voice it out, “I was just sorting some things out is all.”

“Like what?” you ask, almost afraid of what he has to say in the darkness of the medical ward.

“I just wanna know something, please” he asks timidly like a scolded child and you can’t help but hold his hand a bit tighter for a moment, “Have you been taking all these missions to avoid me?”

“I-I..and if I was?”

“Why would you do that?” Bucky questions, as you take a deep gulp of air trying not to break down right then and there.

“Because I realized that I didn’t wanna see you smiling or laughing with anyone that wasn’t me,” you admit, tears in the corners of your eyes when you realize you have his full attention, which all you have wanted for quite some time now, “ I want all of you, Bucky .”

Bucky waits until you are done talking for him to pull you in as much as he can. He grabs your cheek with his right hand, as you find yourself staring at sparkling blues that hold so much promise and feeling in them -- that wholeheartedly return your feelings. Your foreheads touch as he whispers softly if he can kiss you, which you eagerly do before he can. It’s a small peck on the lips that slowly turns hot and needy, as if savoring that you guys have finally discovered each other after being in denial for so long.

“God, I wanna murder someone,” you can’t help but groan out after breaking the kiss and moving your shoulder just a bit due to staying still in one place for such a long time, before laying back down.

“Maybe, when you’re medically cleared, doll,” Bucky grins, already planning some pranks for those teammates that had known about yours and his actual feelings, but in particular Sam who seemed to enjoy the constant state of limbo that Bucky had been placed over this.

“I guess we’ve been pretty stupid, huh?” you can’t help but admit bashfully, as Bucky sinks into the left side of your hospital bed, not wanting to let go of you for the rest of the night -- not, when he finally has you so close to him after such a long time.

“Just a little,” he laughs before looking down at your figure and thinking just how lucky he was, even if it came with some stupid moves on both your parts, which causes him to stop for a moment.

“Doll?” he questions, as you look at him, “We’re gonna have to talk about you running away from your feelings when ya get out. I don’t think my old heart can handle you visiting the hospital ward again.”

You look at him, slack jawed and full of embarrassment before agreeing with another kiss to seal the deal.

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hellocontingencies · 6 years

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The Monument of a Memory

Warnings: Cheating, Angst, Little Steam but nothing graphic.

Summary: Like glass shattering into a million pieces, unable to pick up all the pieces. Like a broken relationship, it’s beyond repair. All that’s left is the monument of a memory. Tied with the song ‘Various Storms & Saints’ by Florence + The Machine

A/N: So inspired by all the Angst.

The monument of a memory You tear it down in your head

In the years of being married to Bucky, he never forgot a date or anniversary, the winning streak stopped a few months ago. The spontaneity slowed down, the surprised flowers stopped, only the dried ones in the vase from weeks ago never being replaced. The morning kisses turned into dry, kiss-less ‘Good Mornings’.

The endless hugs turned into cold side hugs. The deep conversations turned into brief small talk

I’m in the throes of it Somewhere in the belly of the beast But you took your toll on me

Missions once few, he now requested more and more. The endless excuses of not wanting to worry about you and it clouding his ability to focus on field, causing him to switch teammates with the new recruit, Neena, high level mercenary. Disapproving, unable to understand why, in the six years of being partners, why now the sudden change, you never once failed in protecting him with your skills. Why now?

“Y/N, I’ve explained my reason a hundred times. I’m not going to explain it again” walking away from you, duffel bag in hand, his aggravation growing more and more. Leaning against the door-frame watching him pack for his week long mission, brows furrowed “Bucky, six years, six years I’ve covered you back, I still don’t get it? Half of those years we were together I just-”

He slams the drawer, shocked goose bumps rapidly spread through your body. “Enough Y/N”.

Sighing running his hands over his face sitting on the bed, holding his head in his hands, “My last few hours with you I don’t want to leave with another argument. Please Y/N, ju-just let’s not.” He looks up with pleading eyes, arms out stretched for you to walk into. The arms you always felt secure in, now feeling unsure. But you reluctantly walk into his arms, pushing aside the alarming feeling. Holding onto you he kisses your collarbone, cupping your face to level with his, he kisses you passionately. Passion that you haven’t felt in months, he leans back onto the bed taking you with him.

So I gave myself over willingly Oh, you got a hold on me

It had been so long since he last worshiped your body. The sensation that once coursed through your body when you ran your hands through his hair. The now foreign, intensity of his cool hand, you forgot how much you craved the feeling.

I don’t know how I don’t just stand outside and scream I am teaching myself how to be free

Just give in Y/N, nothings changed, this is Bucky, your Bucky. The one you opened up to, the one you vowed to love forever and he vowed to you.

He made you say his name over and over again. But yours never rang once from his lips. Somethings changed. The alarms going off in your head that you kept at bay, now ringing even louder.

Your back to him, you lay still. He dresses telling you he’ll be back in a week or so. Replaying the moment of being engulfed in his body. It wasn’t the same, the Bucky that loved every inch of your body held you close, worshiped you, not wanting to let go. But in that moment, he wanted to let go. He’s let you go, and he let you go a long time ago.

The monument of a memory You tear it down in your head

During the week you go through your regular routine. The regular routine that finally opened your eyes, realizing you’ve been living with a stranger for months. He hasn’t looked at you the same, he hasn’t touched you the same, he barely talks to you. You kept worshiping him like some monument, the monument that’s slowly crumbled.

Don’t make the mountain your enemy Get out, get up there instead You saw the stars out in front of you Too tempting not to touch But even though it shocked you Something’s electric in your blood

“It’s all in your head” you mutter to yourself. Trying to put all your focus and worries on the piling paper work. “You can fix this, we’ll fix this, we always do.” you try to reassure yourself but doubt rising in the pit of your stomach.

And people just untie themselves Uncurling lifelines If you could just forgive yourself

The day of your wedding anniversary has arrived, also the day Bucky returns from his mission. A romantic meal for the two of you will be best. By the time you shop around for his gift. A gift that you hope will piece everything together. Will this bring everything back together?

But you had to have him, and so you did

“James Buchanan you are in for the best Anniversary dinner ever. I got your fav-” Looking around, being welcomed by silence and darkness. “Bucky?” You turn on the kitchen lights, putting the groceries on the counter, he’s still not home.

Finishing up dinner you wash up and put on your favorite fitted black dress with the dropped emerald earrings Bucky got you on your last anniversary. You put on the last finishing touch of your red matte lipstick and make your way downstairs and pour yourself a glass of red wine. Sitting at the table to wait for Bucky to arrive you check the time.

Two hours turn into four, no sign of Bucky. You’ve sent ten messages, and left voicemail’s. No text, or call from him. You call again, someone picks, someone that’s not Bucky “Whoever this is, stop blowing up Bucky’s phone. He’s a little busy right now, doing me.”

The phone slides out of your hand, colliding with the floor.

Bucky frantically rushes out the bathroom in only his jeans “Did you answer my phone?! Neena who was it?”

Neena pulls the sheets up, brows furrowing “Your wife, if she didn’t know then, she knows now. No need to hide anymore.”

“No..no no no, Jesus Christ Neena!!” Bucky scrambles to grab his shirt and shoes, darting to the door.

Dialing your number frantically “Pick up Y/N, pick up.”

Answering with your voice trembling “Happy anniversary, Buck.” You raise the empty wine bottle in the air, cheering to nothing but the air. The tears now streams, the perfect make-up now down your cheeks.

“Y/N! Please, doll, just listen to me okay? Don’t- just, Jesus Christ I didn’t want it to happen like this.” You hang up.

Taking off the emerald earrings, you place them on top of Bucky’s last gift, along with your wedding ring. You walk up to the bedroom, a place that once held such intimately fond memories.

Pulling out your bag you pack as much of your belongs you can. Closing the last drawer, you look up seeing a candid moment of Bucky in shock seeing you in your wedding dress for the first time.

The emotions hit you like a freight train. Everything feels like it’s moving in slow motion. Inside you’re self-destructing, unable to process the picture perfect life that just crumbled before you in mere seconds. The signs, the doubt, your once protected heart you handed to the man that you gave everything to, that you let in. The man that was your monument, that could fall but be rebuilt, now the monument of your memory. With a blood curdling scream, you smash the picture on the floor. Full of rage, you break every picture frame, every memory.

Composing yourself, grabbing your bag you rush down the steps. Writing your final words you place it on top of the table. Running out the door not sure were to go, but you can’t stay here.

I know you’re bleeding, but you’ll be okay.

Your heart is there, it’s in your hands

I know it seems like forever I know it seems like an age But one day this will be over I swear it’s not so far away

Bucky bursts through the door, running up the stairs “Y/N! Y/N, please.” Seeing the disarray of the room, he panics. “God, no.. no.” He calls your phone the ringing of it echos from downstairs. Rushing down to the living room he see’s your phone on top of the set table for two,a note placed on top

Picking up the note, his tears stain the paper causing the ink on the paper to run.

‘You stopped loving me a long time ago Bucky.

No longer your’s,

Y/N’

Your voicemail plays through his phone “Hey you’ve reached Y/N Barnes, sorry I missed your call. I’ll call you back as soon as I can. Goodbye!”

Sobs course through his body “I’m so sorry, come back to me Y/N…please..”

Conclusion.

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threeminutesoflife · 3 years

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End of Year Favs 2020

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 8 (ish) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome work!

Thank you for the tag, hun @littlefreya 🧡Please check out her picks ❣️her stories are sinfully delicious treats!🔥

1- Manifest Destiny- picking MD bc this shit got away from me when writing it- and I embraced the wild ride. It started from the idea of the Reader fisting Bucky by his hair and dog walking him over to Steve and forcefully make him suck Steve off as she pressed her boot into his backside😂🤦‍♀️Dark!Reader x Dark!Stucky

2- Saturation- I rarely go out of my way to read or write angst, but figured I’d try it with this 1940s Bucky x Valkyrie!Reader x Loki short. It eplains how the Reader lost Bucky to Hydra and wasn’t able to bring him to Valhalla.

3- Have You Any Wool?- had a visual of Random choking the Reader with his sweater during sex. So much so, I had to write it down to get it out of my head. The response to this has floored me. Y’all are freaky and I love you. It’s fun knowing you got a kick out of that visual as much as I did. Ransom x Reader

4- Honey Trap- never knew writing angry would bring abt a story I get the most feedback on.lol This was suppose to be a porn no plot drabble challenge to myself bc I feel like I over complicate my stories. But when I sat down to write, it turned into something extremely different and now it’s an unintentional series. That being said- I apologize for the long wait, but I’m losing focus with writing in general and want to do this plot justice. Dark!Steve x Reader

5- Bucky’s F’ing Knife- fear/knife kink & Bucky wearing the Winter Soldier mask- I liked writing the build up between (dark!)Bucky x Reader

6- Guardian Angel- I enjoyed putting in pieces of Sam being the new Captain America and how he was furious with the Reader and took it extremely personal when she didn’t talk to him abt her problems since he was a counselor. Dark!Sam x Reader

7- Little Star- Lightning and cockwarming, soft and intimate. Thor x Reader drabble where he treats her to a bedroom light show.

8- What Matters is Our Plan- bc of the Bane x Dark!Reader x August Walker match up, and the reader purposely being obnoxious to August- writing this was fun. (Carry and Deliver was almost in 8th- just bc I had a blast with writing Alanna and Zola, but getting Bane down on paper.. he took 8th.lol)

Tagging anyone who’d like to play

#3m tag game #writing #3m wip inspiration

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capwilsons · 4 years

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Salty asks - 1, 9 and 19.

Oooh thank you for sending this!!

1. What OTPs in your fandom(s) do you just not get?

Oooh boy yeah I have a couple here. I’m gonna stay away from the creepy/gross ones (read underage or incest or H/T/P) bc i’m not gonna even validate that shit, and just stick to regular ships

- St0ny: I mean ship what you want but they really don’t seem to like each other, and not in the fun ‘we actually have chemistry and develop a friendship and like a lot of the same stuff and are maybe in the same age bracket’ kind of way. Tbh when you rewatch the films and their scenes together, them having a friendship barely makes sense to me, let alone a relationship. It’s the bane of my existence when i’m looking for sam//bucky fics (who are the real enemies to friends to lovers Goal) and half the fics in their tag is just rogers//stark fanfic with like a throwaway line about sam//bucky.

- valkyrie//carol danvers: we really are just gonna ignore the Mega chemistry between val and thor huh [and lbr between carol and maria rambeau as well]

- Coulson/Clint: i just genuinely don’t know where this came from yet it’s goddamn everywhere? esp around 2012-2015

9. Most disliked character(s)? Why?

here’s where i’m really gonna lose some folks, even though most of these aren’t really even dislike/hate of characters

- Tony. I’ve never been a big fan, but really i’ve settled back into my space of “he’s really not for me, and i just don’t care about him”. There was a time though where i really disliked him, which was b/c after i came out with the whole “i don’t hate him, i just don’t care about him” while telling someone off for dumping tony hate on a stan’s post, a tony stan interacted, made friends with me, then proceeded to barrage me with r/d/j content, and tony content, despite me saying i just wasn’t into him as a character. Nothing will make you hate a character faster than being bombarded with fandom content jerking off to them on a regular basis. Luckily I use my blacklist and block function liberally now and I’ve settled back into my “meh” thoughts on him.

- Vision: Again, less that I hate him, I just.... idk he’s pointless and represented as Too Perfect and its off-putting

- Rumlow: he’s a fucking dick. has potential to be intriguing as a villain who is just ‘bad’ without a dumb backstory (which tbh we kinda need), but also i’ve seen Too Much in this fandom (cough*h/t/p*cough) and now even that is ruined.

19. What is the one thing you hate most about your fandom?

The inability to take any criticism over anything, ever

Send me some salty asks

#salty asks #anon asks #ask games #thanks for the ask babe!

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buckyalpine · 1 year

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Catch Me If You Can 1/3

Mob!Bucky x Single mom police officer Reader

This is a crack fic, ridiculousness, cuteness, angstttt.

Warnings: Kidnapping, fluffffff, single mom reader, crappy ex, Mob Bucky is a whole ass warning

LMK how you feel about these 2

Part 2

Part 3

The plan was simple. Not the most ideal, not the first thing the mob boss would have planned to but desperate times called for desperate measures. He needed this shipment to go through and he was done being patient.

“We gotta move quick” Bucky murmured, driving slowly behind the target, the dark windows of the SUV making it impossible to see who was inside. As soon as the traffic light turned red, they stopped the truck, swinging the doors open and stepping in front of their mark.

“Hey! What are you-”

“Shh, just get in the car” Bucky towered over him, his face stern, cocking an eyebrow at the big eyes that stared up at him. Sam and Steve were by his side with equally stoic expressions, nodding to the open door, their hostage reluctantly getting into the backseat with an annoyed huff. They drove to Bucky’s club, target in tow as they made their way to the office, strange looks exchanged by patrons, looking at Bucky’s latest captive.

Steve shut the door while Bucky strode across the room to answer a call, breathing a sigh of relief hearing the deal had gone off without a hitch. Nothing had been seized and the deal was set, thanks to his last minute decision. He reached for a crystal decanter, pouring a glass of whiskey for himself when a voice caught his attention.

“Why am I here” Bucky turned around to face all 4 feet, 2 inches of his hostage, little furrowed brows knitted in the middle, arms crossed with his chest puffed out, a heavy bookbag making his solid stance a little wobbly. “Is this because my mommy wants to put you in jail?” Bucky nearly choked on his whisky while Steve snorted, doing a poor job to mask his laugh. “I can see why. Kidnapping is against the law”

By this point, both Sam and Steve were nearly on the floor, attempting to keep their stoic expressions on by covering their mouths, covering their laugh with a cough. Bucky raised a brow, not sure if he was insulted or impressed at the sass and lack of fear the 8 year old had. None of them were exactly fans of anything that involved children. It was an unspoken rule; children were always left untouched. He had to break that rule this time though, knowing if things had gone south, it would have led to a gang war which would have been far worse than the stunt he just pulled kidnapping a police offers son.

Police officer.

Bucky had most of the justice system and law enforcement at his fingertips, all happily bowing to his bidding, letting his deals and illegal activities slip under the radar. Most were more than happy to comply with what he asked. Most were happy to turn a blind eye.

Except the departments newest officer.

The absolute bane of his very existence.

The only person who had actually ever managed to get him arrested though he was quickly released; no one else wanting to get on his bad side by actually pressing charges.

But you refused to back down.

At first Bucky brushed it off, figuring you’d get with the program and eventually quieten down but no. You were constantly there, making his job more difficult than it had to be, your irritatingly righteous need to keep the city free of gang activity driving him up the wall.

The last straw was a few weeks ago when he had set up an arms deal with the East side of the city, an exchange of weapons, but more importantly, a possible alliance between groups. Things going successfully would mean more protection for both the North and East and stronger joint front. You had managed to track communication between the groups, readying a team to shut down the exchange, ignoring the warnings you got from the mob boss.

Bucky was done playing nice.

It was more than the police just showing up. His power meant everyone listened to him. No one, not even the law disobeyed or strayed from his word. A single officer looking to take him down would have shown weakness; that he didn’t have all the control he should have. Weak links were unacceptable.

Which lead to his plan.

To hold onto your son for awhile so you’d abandon the plan you’d put together, none of your colleagues willing to stop anything on their own, everyone retreating far away from the deal while it took place.

And it worked.

He had managed to take your son while he was on his way home from school and you had been informed of his location. Everything else went smoothly; problem solved. Still, nothing prepared him for how unbothered and how at ease his little captive would be.

“I’m guessing you’re the man mommy calls -” Your son blinked at Bucky, chewing his lips, thinking for a moment before continuing. “She says I can’t use those words. I’m gonna call you Uncle Bucky” He shrugged, plopping onto the chair, grabbing one of Bucky’s fountain pens, proceeding to doodle on a notepad on the desk.

“You-you can’t-” For the first time in his life Bucky found himself speechless, looking incredulously at the little boy proceed to draw, the mop of dark brown hair on his head, covering his eyes slightly.

“It’s Mr. Barnes” He muttered, while your son tossed his book bag off to grab a comic book that was inside, drawing a character that was on the cover.

“It’s Jordan” your son replied, now fully focused on his Batman cartoon.

“I like this kid” Steve half wheezed while Bucky stared at the little thing in front of him, his lips struggling to stay in a firm line, the corners itching to tug up into a smile.

“Mommy said you’re a bad man” He piqued, looking at the mob boss from the corner of his eye, “I can’t say you did yourself any favors today Mr. Uncle Bucky”

Before Steve and Sam could full on belly laugh, your panicked voice carried through the bar, nearing the office.

“Jordan? Jordan!” The office doors slammed open to your frantic face, running over to your little one as soon as your eyes landed on him, scooping him in your arms, “Baby, are you okay?”

Bucky felt his heart soften for a moment, watching your heart break and mend itself all at once as soon as you had your son wrapped in your arms again. He shook his head, reminding himself of why he took your son in the first place, ignoring the warmth that was trying to melt his soul.

“You fu-” You bit your tongue, taking deep breath, keeping in mind there were little ears listening. “How could you?!”

“Had to get a message across doll, you don’t seem to listen” Bucky shrugged while you let out a law growl, hauling your son up and grabbing his school bag, wanting to get him out of there and back home more than anything else.

“This isn’t over” You shot over your shoulder before leaving the office and exiting the bar. Bucky couldn’t help but smirk slightly, he didn’t like you but he couldn’t help but admire the fiery fearless side of you that never backed down, not even to him.

“M’sure it isn’t, mama bear” Bucky murmured to himself, inspecting the little doodle your son left behind; an image of Batman and a small Robin.

Of course you were not able to do anything about the kidnapping; none of the higher ups were willing to put their neck on the line to arrest Bucky and your boss shrugged, giving you a very pointed I told you so look.

Jordan also seemed unaffected with the whole ordeal, often asking you what Uncle Bucky was up to these days as if he were a colleague from work. Truthfully, you were not even 100% what Bucky had been up to. Things had been suspiciously calm ever since the incident happened and while you were thankful for some peace and quiet, you wondered if he was up to something.

Nothing was ever quiet with that man.

Meanwhile you also had other problems to deal with. While work calmed down, your stress was higher than ever looking at the number of missed calls on you phone from Jordan’s father. The very man who decided he wanted nothing to do with either of you the day you found out you were pregnant. The man who promptly kicked you out of the house to fend for yourself. The man who had now decided would be a great time to reenter your sons life and be a stand up father.

And maybe get some spousal benefits from your job.

You could never catch a break.

A few weeks later - Bucky’s office

“You kept this, huh?” Steve picked up the doodle on Bucky’s desk, smiling at the way Bucky’s eyes grew wide before trying to back to his signature frown.

“Didn’t notice” Bucky lied, though his best friend could see right through him, knowing Bucky didn’t keep just anything on his table, every single item on the desk having a purpose.

“He kinda reminds me of you” Steve pointed out, thinking back to all the times little Bucky had stood up for him when they were kids, putting on a brave face in front of the meanest. “Kinda looks like you too”

“Hm” Bucky grunted, wondering himself why he still had the picture. He made a conscious decision not to throw it out; each time he had to write something down, he’d grab a paper below it and carefully put the drawing back on top. Steve was right; Jordan did look like him when he was little and had the same feisty, sassy personality as he did though he was sure the bravery your son had was from you.

You.

In a strange way, Bucky missed having to deal with your nagging and threats to take him down; business had been quiet so there wasn’t a reason for you to chase after him. You made things interesting; it’s not that he wanted anyone to make his job harder than it had to be but sometimes the challenge was nice. Plus it didn’t hurt that you absolutely gor-

For fucks sake.

“I need a drink” Bucky shook his head, flicking away the odd feeling he started to feel in his tummy, deciding he needed something stiff over whatever he had stashed in his office. Steve snorted, easily reading his friends thoughts while they made their way to a locked cabinet below the bar counter, fishing for something that would silence unnecessary thoughts. He grabbed a glass, dropping in two ice cubes and filling the glass, taking a long draw of the dark liquid before his attention was pulled elsewhere.

Bucky’s eyes grew wide seeing the mop of dark hair and big eyes make its way through the crowded bar, customers giving each other strange glances at the little boy with a school bag who had no business being in a gang leaders club.

“Kid, what are you-

“Mommy’s hurt” Jordan looked up at Bucky with teary eyes, swallowing away the lump that formed in his throat, putting his best brave face on instead, now wasn’t the time to cry.

“What?”

“She - someone hurt her”

The thought of someone hurting you sent a surge of anger through Bucky, his jaw clenching as he slammed his glass down. It was ironic, considering the number of times he had wished you would disappear but not like this. Not once had he ever thought of hurting you; at the end of the day, you had always stood for what was right.

“Where is she” Bucky took Jordan’s hand in his, holding it firmly to ground him while making his way outside and towards the SUV. He didn’t have to even look at Steve to know he was already by his side and sliding into the drivers seat.

“Home, we live on-”

“I know where you live kid” Bucky chuckled slightly while Steve was already weaving through traffic and pulling up to your street, screeching to a halt in front of your house.

Bucky helped Jordan hop out of the SUV and lead him to you, the front door left while open with the handle broken off. There were clear signs of a struggle, seeing broken pictures on the floor and a few dents in the walls, the mess continuing all the way up the stairs to your bedroom. Bucky instructed Jordan to wait downstairs with Steve, worried about what condition he was going to find you in.

You were holding yourself up against the wall, your arm clutching your bloodied side, putting pressure on the gash that sliced you. Your head still throbbing from where you had been hit. You could barely register what was happening, gasping at the sound of Bucky’s voice suddenly in your room.

“C’mon, doll” His arm snaked around you, pulling you to his, holding up some of your weight.

“Where are we going” You wanted to fight back but the pain was making you dizzy and spots were starting to cloud your vision.

“We’re -woah-” Bucky caught you before you slipped, scooping you in his arms, bridal style “We’re going to get you fixed up” He spoke softly, carrying you out of your room and carefully down the stairs towards the SUV. You were in too much pain to protest, slipping in and out of consciousness during the drive over.

Steve had already slipped Jordan into the front seat, the both of them chatting over who would win in a hotdog eating competition; Superman, Batman or the Joker. He could see Jordan sneak worried glances behind him to look over at you, fidgeting with the straps of his backpack.

“She’ll be okay” Steve whispered to him, giving him a reassuring smile as he pulled up to the mansion. “Your mama’s strong, y’know she’s the only one Uncle Bucky is scared of” He gave your son a wink before helping him out of the car and opening the door so Bucky could carry you to his room. He carefully set you down on his bed, wasting no time grabbing a first aid kit he kept tucked under the bed for emergencies while you groaned, trying to sit up.

“Barnes, what are you-”

“Just lie down doll, let me clean this up first” He carefully lifted your blouse to assess how bad the injury was, soaking a cotton ball in some disinfectant.

“Ah!-” You winced, hissing out in pain at the saturated cotton ball Bucky pressed onto your skin, cleaning the area as gently as he could, his focus shifting between getting you better and wondering who did this to you. He’d have to worry about that later.

“Sorry, sorry” Bucky murmured, gently blowing onto the cleaned area, cooling your skin before grabbing a needle and threat, starting on some sutures to close the gash. “I’ll be quick, just bear with me” You gritted your teeth feeling the needle poke you.

“How-how do you know how to do this” Your voice was strained, struggling to keep it steady while Bucky threaded the needle as gently and quickly as possible, neatly closing off the gash.

“Gotta know this in my line of work, sugar” He smirked giving you a lopsided grin when you rolled your eyes, squeaking when he gently pushed you back down when you tried to get up. “Rest for a bit”

You reluctantly laid against the plush mattress looking up at the baby blue eyes softly peering down at you, the same blue eyes your normally wanted to poke out of frustration.

“I’ll be fine, we can go ho-” You were going to say you could go home but it was clear home wasn’t the safest option, not after what had just happened.

“C’mon, stay here for the night” He wasn’t exactly going to leave you room to do anything else, there was no way he was going to let you go home after what he had just seen. He was more than happy to sleep in a tent outside of his own home if it meant you’d just stay somewhere safe. “At least for today”

“I-we can’t-Jordan-”

“-WOULD LOVE TO STAY HERE”

Bucky let out a genuine laugh hearing your sons voice carried through the doorway where he was clearly eavesdropping. You snorted, shaking your head and closing your eyes at your sons antics, exhaustion making it hard for you to move anyway.

“We shouldn’t be here” You whispered, feeling your conscious battle within yourself. You were supposed to be fighting for the right side of the law. Bucky was the opposite of that. Then why didn’t this feel wrong? You’d spent countless hours trying to put him away. So why did you feel so safe?

“I don’t-

“Just for tonight” Bucky stated softly but firmly, leaving you little room to argue. He grabbed you a tshirt and some joggers of his, letting you clean off and chance while he slipped out of the room. He was met with curious eyes peering up at him, your son patiently waiting to know if you were okay.

“She’s okay, just getting cleaned up. Let your mama rest” Bucky whispered, leading Jordan to the TV room where Peter was busying himself with video games. “Hey Parker, brought you a worthy opponent” Peter grinned, handing Jordan a controller and shifting over so he could plop down beside him.

“She’s gonna be okay?” Jordan whispered up at Bucky, feeling a sense of calm around the man his mom usually used no-no words to describe. Surely he couldn’t be that bad?

“No one’s stronger than your mama” Bucky smiled, ruffling his hair before coming back to check on you. You had slipped back into bed, ignoring the way Bucky’s clothes were soft and comfy to wear, his scent making your insides flutter unnecessarily.

“Don’t you look cozy, officer” Bucky smirked, sauntering over with a glass of water and pain killers, leaving them on the bedside table for you. You rolled your eyes though gratefully taking 2 tablets for your aching head.

“Where’s Jordan?”

“Currently beating everyone’s ass in Mario Kart”

“This doesn’t mean you’re off the hook Barnes” You tried to keep your voice firm but the playful smirk he was giving you was infectious. You bit your lip to keep your lips from tugging up, choosing to frown more instead but that only seemed to egg him on more.

“Course, darlin’“ He drawled out, giving you a wink before bidding you good night, “Wouldn’t have it any other way” He turned the light off and gently shut the door, making his way back down to make sure Jordan had something for dinner.

You pulled the covers up, sighing into the soft plush pillows and sheets, letting sleep take over, ignoring the way your inner conscious continued to debate itself. He didn’t have to help you. Didn’t have to keep you safe. Didn’t have to do any of this and yet here you were. You and your son. Both safe. Because of him.

Maybe he wasn’t so bad after all...

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My Top 20 Fanfic Recommendations

Aka what to read to understand me/my tastes or what fanfic I’d bring to a desert island to avoid boredom.

First off this is my personal favorites and most highly recommended list, you may not like some or all of them, that’s fine.

Secondly, I’ve been wanting to make this sort of list for a while - a collection of my favorite fanfics and authors in one place which I can refer back to/up date as time goes by.

This will be mostly Naruto fanfic, since I’ve been in that fandom the longest, though I have included works from other fandoms such as; The Hobbit, Harry Potter, Star Wars, Inuyasha, MCU, American Gods, Girl Genius, Labyrinth, Van Helsing, and Batman The Dark Knight Rises.

Links to fic, and author page, included. I try to mention if I know someone is on tumblr. Let me know if I missed anybody.

Be sure to read the tags, and pay attention to the warnings before reading any of these - you are in control of what you consume in fandom. If you are feeling unsure about a fic and want to ask someone about it before reading, feel free to contact me! I try to check my messages regularly.

Please try to leave a comment/like/kudos if you enjoy the fics, the authors all deserve them. (If you can’t leave comments, that’s fine too - real life be like that sometimes. Don’t stress over it.)

20. To Trammel Some Wild Thing By Anon E. Mouse

This is completely self indulgent and a delight to read. The characterization is good and its plot is so much fun. I’m an unrepentant Dracula fan, in all his forms, and this ones damn entertaining. Incomplete - Anna/Dracula - Van Helsing

19. Nukenin By WhisperingDarkness

This fic, and the works inspired by it, are so much fun to read. Basically a 3 for 1 recommendation (be sure to check the links at the end!) A great Kakashi centric work, their characterization is excellent and the kids are great! Complete - No Pairing - Naruto

18. Fear By Almighty_Hat

I know, I know this isn’t the OT3, but bear with me, this is a really good series, looking at what ifs and giving us All the Jagers. Great slice of life Girl Genius style. Complete with an Incomplete series - Agatha/Jorji - Girl Genius

17. Klepto By DeGlace

This so much fun! A rare pair for sure, but it is so good. The chemistry between these two is amazingly portrayed. This fic is sexy, it’s vicious, it holds no bars and delivers on every promise. Also be sure to check out their fic Marrow, which just missed this list. Complete - Catwoman/Bane - Batman Darknight Rises

16. More Fair Than Snow By Jalen Strix

Oh man, this is such a good series. This author in general is very good, and has several other excellent fics, but this series is my favorite of the lot. Great balance of magic and real world, interesting use of fairy tales and a wonderful romance. Complete - Jareth/Sarah - Labyrinth

15. The Woods Are Deep, My Dear by Azzandra

Baby Agatha! World building! AGATHAS AMAZING GRANDMA! A delight to read, it is so fricking cute, and Grandma here kicks ass. The author also has some other great Au’s so check those out. Incomplete - no pairing - Girl Genius

14. RED KING By VesperChan but also on AO3

This author has so many great fics, but this is my favorite. They are also on tumblr! This fic is so gripping and atmospheric, a real feast for the mind. Can recommend the Obleisk series too. Complete - Sakura/Madara - Naruto

13. Lost and Found By NovusArs

Fem!Bilbo Baggins finds and adopts baby dwarves and the adventures thereof. The fic is cute, the characters are cute, the lore is great and this is so fluffy you guys. So fluffy. Incomplete - Bilbo/Bofur- The Hobbit

12. Lord Charming by forthright

This fic is sooo good. The drama, the lore building, the execution, all perfect. Now I know the chapter numbers look intimidating, but they are written in 100 words chapters, so don’t fear too much, you’ll get through it! Complete - Sesshoumaru/Kagome - Inuyasha

11. The House that Luck Built By TheBlackestFrost

This is so well researched, it’s use of belief and mythology is superb. I had so much fun reading this, but also I cried during some of it too. An amazing fix that convinces you of the romance with one of the parties being dead for most of it. Author on tumblr! Give! Them! A look! Complete - Laura/Sweeney - American Gods.

10. The Company of Trees By theroadkillcafe

This is my favorite Mokuton!Sakura fic ever. It’s amazing, it really captures the trials and tribulations of a young girl who’s life is changed so drastically. The supporting cast is really good too. Incomplete - No Pairing - Naruto

9. Kill Your Heroes by TheLightAtLastAndAlways aka Evil Is A Relative Term

Aaaaaaaaaa this is so good!!! The lore! The character growth! The plot twists! This is a masterpiece of writing, and I adore it. This author is never afraid to give gritty consequences, while keeping it fun and action packed. Incomplete - Itachi/Sakura sort of - Naruto

8. Retrograde Motion by Crunchysunrises

This is a fantastic example of the Time Travel trope, and tackles some really interesting lore and world building. I unreservedly love the part were we see Sakura’s seals from her family. It touched me so much I reread the whole thing 3 times in short order. Incomplete - No pairing - Naruto.

7. Amaryllis By silverfootsteps

This author is on tumblr, go check them out! And also this fantastic AU fic! I fell in love with this world, and the characters in it. A rich setting to sink your teeth into, with masterful twists and turns. Itachi is a very delicate flower and it’s great. Incomplete - Itachi/Sakura - Naruto

6. Sansûkh By determamfidd

This fic is amazing, I was able to get my mother in fanfic with this. I think it’s really well written, it feels very organic with the Tolkien world. I’m gonna get this hand bound in leather once it’s complete and gift it to myself, I want this in hard copy. Bilbo/Thorin - The Hobbit & LotR

5. Meeting Like This by FettsOnTop

And also the rest of the series. This Author is a prolific Boba/Leia writer, and all of it’s good, so give it a go and check them out! This series really defined this ship for me, and is my favorite work by the author so far. Complete - Boba Fett/Leia Organa - Star Wars

4. The Pilgrim Soul By jachap

Holy heck in a hand basket this fic is a feast. You will drown in this, the richness of this world will linger long after the final chapter ends. This is a historical fic, starting in the 1920’s and just keeps going even in the sequel. So much research has been done for this, and you can tell. Be warned you will cry. Has a sequel that’s just as good and being updated. Complete - Darcy/Steve/Bucky - MCU

3. Hermione Granger and the Serpents Renaissance by epsi10n.

This is my absolute favorite Harry Potter fic, it’s incredible. The author is very good at building tension, and then ending their chapters on cliff hangers, so you spend plenty of time on the edge of your seat reading this. Incomplete - Hermione/currently undecided. - Harry Potter

2. The Eyes Have It By Shana the Short

Written for FaNoWriMo. I adore this, and it’s incomplete sequel. It’s. So. Good. I can not recommend this enough - it’s fun, it explores interesting lore on what it would be like to develop a brand new Kekkei Genkai, and it has great character development for those who would usually go over looked. Complete - Sakura/Chojuro in the sequel. - Naruto

1. Five Kingdoms for the Dead by Evil Is A Relative Term

This is it, this right here is my favorite fanfic of all time. I LOVE this. I love the characterization, the plot, and is one favorite depiction of Madara Uchiha in fiction. Of all time. This author has already appeared on this list before, and I cannot recommend enough going out and checking out their work. Complete - Neji/Sakura - Naruto

This is not the be all, end all of good fic I’ve read, let alone all the good fic that exists, and I am very tempted to just add a list of authors I like too, but that would be a very ambitious list. Seriously, the number of stories I had to put aside because I love them but they are not quite on the list.... I have 1760 subsripctions just on AO3 alone. I couldn’t fit them all on here.

P. S. If you wish to reblog with any fic recs of your own, please do so! I’m always looking for new reading material!

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sparklepines · 5 years

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4, 5, 10, 14, 16, and 20 for the fanfic asks if you'd like!!

answered 5 and 10 :)

4. What fandom’s/ship’s fan fiction do you read the most?

After I started writing last year, I rarely read fanfic anymore. I spend most of the time writing it instead, even though it gets a bit exhausting haha. The ships I used to read, though, and that I still love are: Bane/John (Batman The Dark Knight), Bill Cipher/Dipper Pines (Gravity Falls), Bucky/Steve (Marvel), Derek/Stiles (Teen Wolf). The ones I find myself reading at the moment, are from Devil May Cry 5, of Nero and V!

14. (For authors) Post a line of dialogue from one of your WIPs without context.

“Did he hurt you?”

16. Describe your WIP that currently has the highest word count.

*sweats nervously bc im trying to keep it a secret* Imma try to be aesthetic:

Rain and tangled sheets. Freckled skin and golden weapons. Whiskey. A soft glow of orange light casting into a bedroom. Thin sheets and clothes. Mud and a white left paw. A wooden carved piece, shaped like a deer.

20. Do you have a favorite fanfic or author? If so, tag them/post a link and share the love!

Since I said my favourite fic, my favourite author is @voidskelly!! Absolutely love her work!! It’s beautiful! I also love @lace-maze writing so fucking much. Both authors can explain very delicated emotions and I can see their scene perfectly ;u;

#thank you to everyone that asked!!!#adorabloodthirstykitty

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samsexualdeancurious · 6 years

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Blind Love | Chapter 27

Pairing: Dean x Castiel

Words: 1,437

Story Summary: When Dean is blinded on a hunt, Cas loves him through it.

Chapter Summary: The boys come to a decision, make some life changes, and meet some new friends.

Betaed by @manawhaat

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It’s been three weeks since the marathon and five weeks since Sam last went on a hunt.

Dean realizes that one morning when he and Lady come into the library and finds Sam on the phone with Claire, walking her through how to take down a djinn and advising her to call in backup. Dean leans against a pillar and listens to his brother with a smile.

“You sound like Bobby,” he says when Sam is finished with the conversation.

Sam laughs quietly, but Dean knows the words hit him. “Really?”

Dean nods and moves to ruffle Sam’s hair. “Yeah.”

“I’ve been thinking about him lately- about how he helped other hunters, without ever really going out himself. We have all his books still in that storage locker in Sioux Falls. We could add them to the bunker library and make this into a resource for hunters across the country...what do you think?”

“I really like that idea,” Dean says and he means it. He rounds the table and slides into a seat across from his brother. Lady tucks herself under his chair. She doesn’t need to follow him around the bunker, since he knows it so well now, but she does anyway. He doesn’t mind.“Wanna talk specifics?”

“Specifics?”

“Yeah. How would this work? We would probably need more phone lines, so how would we go about getting those set up? Stuff like that.”

“That’s a long list,” Sam says honestly.

“It is. We better get started.”

It turns out to be a really, really long list. They start with bringing all the books they were able to salvage from Bobby’s house to the library, where Sam organizes them onto the empty shelves he and Cas put together. Next is making sure the bunker can provide for a large number of people at the same time. They test out all the old washers and dryers in the laundry room, making sure they all work (somehow they all do, which Dean isn’t even going to try and explain). Sam checks all the plumbing in the bathrooms.

Once the amenities and such are up to par, they clean bedrooms. They decide to only do a hallway because they probably won’t need the entire bunker worth of rooms right away. Dean’s not even sure they would use them all if they had every hunter in America staying with them at the same time, so there’s no point in cleaning every single one right this minute.

The bunker has bedding already, thankfully. There’s a stack on top of every dresser that he gathers up and puts in the laundry. They’re going to have to come up with some kind of system for keeping bedding clean, as well as for paying for the laundry detergent. Perhaps each hunter that comes to stay can leave a small donation in order to fund the bunker? Stolen credit cards can only buy so much and Dean knows how messy hunters are from experience.

He also knows how much they can eat. He invests in some much larger pots and pans, as well as a large number of cheap dishes from Ikea of all places. Sam finds piles of folding chairs somewhere and stashes them in a closet between the kitchen and library, so an extra chair is never too far away. They already have a decent sized fridge, so storing enough food shouldn’t be a problem.

After two weeks of work, they decide the bunker is as ready as it’s going to get. Now they need rules. A system. There has to be a way to vet the hunters they allow in, both the kind of people they are and whether they’re even really people. There’s also the matter of keeping things stocked.

“We’ll just have to vet them the best we can using information from hunters we trust,” Sam decides. “It’s not like there’s a hunter social media or something we can dig through.”

“Yeah,” Dean agrees. The three of them are in the war room, Sam making lists and notes on their chalkboard. Lady has tucked herself under the table with her chin on Dean’s knee so he can scratch her ears.

“Now, what about supplies?” Cas pipes up. “It’s impractical to expect us to be able to provide what everyone needs at all times.”

“What if,” Dean says slowly, happy to present the idea he’s had brewing in the back of his mind for a week, “we have the hunters bring stuff? Say, they have to call when they get to town and while they’re there, we’ll give them suggestions of things we’re running low on? Then they just get what they can?”

“I like that,” Sam agrees. “We’ll have to stay on top of things, keeping track of food and toiletries, but I think that could work. What do you think, Cas?”

“I think that sounds like an excellent idea.”

Dean feels a small surge of pride. “Awesome.”

“How do we want to get the word out? Just have the girls help spread it?” Sam sits down across from Dean and taps his pen against the tabletop.

“That’s really the best method,” Dean replies, scratching Lady’s ears absentmindedly. “Word will spread slowly, which will give us time to get used to having more people around. If everyone found out at once, we would be overwhelmed.”

“Yeah, good point. I’ll call Jody.”

It’s a little while before the first hunters show up. They meet a guy named Elvis who’s a bit of a Sam fan- why Sam always gets stuck with the crazy fans, Dean doesn’t know- and his hunting partner, Bucky. A married couple named Cesar and Jesse stop by for a couple days, bearing fresh produce. Donna and Jody can only stay for one night, but Jody loads them up with enough toilet paper to last at least a month. Charlie pops in once. Eileen comes to visit and ends up staying- Dean was wondering when that would happen. He might be blind, but he’s not stupid. He knows how Sam looks at her, even if he can’t see it with his own eyes.

One pair of visitors Dean really likes are the Banes twins, a pair of sibling hunters raised by a white witch. Max is a flirt clearly crushing on Sam and Eileen, and Dean has a sense that the feelings are not entirely one-sided, but that’s not his problem. When both Eileen and Max emerge from Sam’s room one morning, it’s not Dean’s place to judge and as long as Sam’s happy, he doesn’t care what happens behind closed doors.

Dean was a little nervous about having so many people- particularly strangers- coming and going, but everyone is pretty respectful once they realize that being blind definitely doesn’t make Dean helpless or any less of a Winchester, and that Lady is not for petting when she’s wearing her vest, though some newer visitors still struggle with that last one.

There are a few hunters that come to stay and aren’t invited back, unfortunately. The ones who are overly violent- there’s a few that remind Dean of Gordon Walker- or the ones that don’t respect the sexualities of the bunker’s permanent residents- the first guy who makes a comment about Sam, Max, and Eileen gets Dean’s fist in his nose and leaves a few hours later. They keep the beer he brought.

Eventually, though, things get into a steady rhythm. The boys spend a lot of their days manning the phones- Sam in particular likes this job when it requires research. Even after all this time, he’s still a nerd. Dean’s happy to take over the phone if it means playing someone’s FBI supervisor or whatever it is they need to verify their story with the local law enforcement, but he also enjoys helping Sam figure out cases. They’re still hunting, in a way, but they’re doing more of the intellectual side of things, in true Men of Letters fashion.

Sam still likes to get out in the field on occasion- usually on cases further from the bunker, so he doesn’t make himself memorable to the locals- and Cas goes with him. Dean doesn’t mind. He keeps busy taking care of the bunker. With so many people coming and going, there’s always something to do. It’s given Dean a new purpose and he loves it. He genuinely loves it. If someone had suggested when he first lost his sight that this is what his life would be like, he would have thought they were crazy. Now, though, Dean’s not sure when he last felt this satisfied.

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kathcroissant · 7 years

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otp challenge????

Okay so there’s this thing I saw on someone’s tumblr

Pick your top ten ships without reading the questions.

here are mine:

1. Stucky (aka Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes from Marvel’s Captain America)

2. Johnlock (aka John Watson x Sherlock Holmes from Sherlock BBC)

3. Stydia (aka Stiles Stilinski x Lydia Martin from Teen Wolf)

4. Phan (aka Phil Lester x Daniel Howell from Youtube)

5. Klaine (aka Kurt Hummel x Blaine Anderson from Glee)

6. Dastiel (aka Dean Winchester x Castiel from Supernatural)

7. SpideyPool (aka Spider-Man x Deadpool from Marvel’s Comics)

8. CaptainSwan (aka Captain Hook x Emma Swan from Once Upon A Time)

9. Malec (aka Magnus Bane x Alec Lightwood from Cassandra Clair’s Shadowhunters & Freeform’s Shadowhunters TV Series)

10. Cherik (aka Charles Xavier x Erik Lehnsherr from X-Men)

Questions:

1. Do you remember the episode/scene/chapter that you first started shipping 6?

Dastiel. Wow that is actually my first gay ship EVER. I started shipping them about 6 years ago mainly because of random fan art and fanfiction, I don’t thing there is a scene or an episode that made me ship them, I think the fandom on the internet did lol.

2. Have you ever read a FanFiction about 2?

I read SO MUCH FANFICTION about Johnlock. Beginning summer 2016 I had such an intense phase of shipping them for about 9 months. I was literally going insane and wishing for it to go away, I’m not even joking. And I read I think almost EVERY good fanfic there is in the fandom (NOT joking). I can just open ao3 and start commenting on fics, cause I read them all omg what is my life seriously.

3. Has a picture of 4 ever been your screen saver/profile picture/tumblr?

Phan indeed was my screen saver once. Only once. Cause I kinda... um... I don’t like shipping them (or any RP for that matter) but there’s nothing I can do about it I need help.

4. If 7 were to suddenly break up today, what would your reaction be?

Spydeypool is not cannon (unless there’s smth Idk?) but I would be offended if they broke up... haha

5. Why is 1 so important?

Stucky was more important than my own fucking life for 2 years straight all right???? They’re beautiful, their story is beautiful, protect Bucky Barnes at all cost.

6. Is 9 a funny ship or a serious ship?

This is definitely a serious shi(t)p. So much drama jfc.

7. Out of all of your ships listed, which ship has the most chemistry?

I’d say Phan Cherik. Have you even seen Days of Future Past?

8. Out of all of the ships, which ship has the strongest bond?

Kill me, but it’s Phan.

9. How many times have you read/watched 10’s fandom?

Not as much as I wish. I mean those shipping “phases” that I usually get of different pairings just never last very long when it comes to Cherik. But don’t worry, I had my fair share of them. Still intend to have so more in the future I hope. Btw I’ve watched Days of Future Past like million times cause it’s the second best Marvel (Fox hah) movie there is okay?

10. Which ship has lasted the longest?

For me? Stucky. As I said, two fucking years of my life. Not that I stopped shipping them, noooo. It’s just not that intense anymore, I guess.

11. How many times, if ever, has 6 broken up?

Again, Dastiel is not a cannon ship. But if it were, there would’ve been sooooooo many break ups honestly because Dean Winchester is a bloody drama queen.

12. If the world was suddenly thrust into a zombie apocalypse, which ship would make it out alive, 2 or 8?

Ooh, Johnlock or CaptainSwan? Shit, I don’t know??? But I think like... Sherlock would probably freak the fuck out if he saw zombies, cause you know... unexplainable and that would be his and John’s downfall. So CaptainSwan would probs survive.

13. Did 7 ever have to hide their relationship for any reason?

Spideypool is not cannon (but they should be jfc have you seen the comics????). I think they would hide their love eyes for each other cause some shit reason Idk my brain can’t explain it.

14. Is 4 still together?

Is Phan still together? You can’t ask me that. Don’t you ask me that like EVER. Just... DON’T.

15. Is 10 cannon?

Nope. But Cherik is one of those pairings that are just cannon, even if it’s not. D’u know what I mean???

16. If all ten ships were put into a couple’s Hunger Games, which couple would win?

There would be like an intense fight between Stucky, Spideypool and Cherik cause you know superheroes and all that.

17. Has anybody ever tried to sabotage 5’s ship?

Are you talking about sabotaging Klaine?? Like, YEAH

18. Which ship would you defend to the death and beyond?

Stucky all the fucking way.

19. Do you spend hours a day going through 3’s tumblr page?

There should’ve been number 4 I s2g Not really, I ship Stydia, but not that much.

20. If an evil witch descended from the sky and told you that you had to pick one of the ten ships to break up forever or else she’d break them all up forever, which ship would you sink?

Way to put me on the spot omg. I’d sink CaptainSwan cause sure there was a time I shipped them so hard it hurt but not now, I don’t even watch OUAT anymore. Sorry, CapSwan.

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the-canary · 6 years

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Pastel Colors - B.B (12/15)

Summary: If only the cute teacher would stop pestering you for a pen.(Library/Teacher AU! Reader/Bucky Barnes)

Prompt: you’re always asking me for a pencil because for some damn reason you don’t know that there is a whole store for stationary—happy birthday here’s a gift card to that store. wait, you work there? what the hell?

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A/N: This is for @bithors writing challenge. REVELATION CHAPTER! On so many things will finally be revealed and I hope you don’t get ya heart broken along the way. 2 chapters + epilogue to go! <3 There is still time for drabble request too!

Feedback is always appreciated.

Rebecca tells Bucky to wait two weeks, that’s all the time she needs to have everything set in motion. If it had just been her telling him all this, James doubted he would have gone through with such a plan because he knows what goes on in said amount of time and he would rather have a good memory of his early birthday party than one where you potentially crushed his heart -- like that old Simpsons episode that used to scare him so much. However, a grinning Pietro is sitting across his coffee table and him being here, the person that knows you best, has to mean something, right?

It is due to the simple fact that James decides to wait. At least if it doesn’t work out, he’ll have a week away from you to tend to his broken heart through that yearly conference that he always goes to -- truly like Orion and Diane. However, his sister and Pietro won’t leave until he answers that one question, the one that has been boggling their minds since they put two and two together.

How exactly did you fall in love with her?

With a lovestruck grin, James starts a little tale because he had been in love with you since before he even saw you.

James Buchanan Barnes came to this dingy high school during one of the worst times of his life. He had lost his fiancee to a trusted coworker because she was “feeling lonely”. His job was fulfilling but without this other half, Bucky Barnes lost some deep part of himself -- one that told him it was all worthwhile, so he ran. He ran back to New York with Steve and Peggy welcoming him until he got back on his feet again. Hell, Steve even recommended him for the teaching position at the high school he worked at, without many options, James accepted it though his heart was never fully in it throughout the whole hiring process.

It isn’t until his first day sometime before winter break ends and he is bringing in his stuff into the empty classroom and James see the little welcome basket on his desk, that he starts to feel something warm and welcoming after such the emotional drought he had been through.

He pauses and clears away the plastic wrapping only to see the basket full of sweets and school supplies -- the all too familiar bee logo his father made looking back at him. He has to sit down and stares at the casing with longing, reminding himself of how he hadn’t seen his parents or sisters since moving back. James didn’t want to disappoint them, but god looking at all these pens and stationery make him want to go back. He wonders if the person who made this (maybe Steve) knew that. His eyes get a little misty, as he finally notices a card envelope with a flower motif.

Welcome to our school, Mr. Barnes!

I was in your shoes not that long ago, but I hope you feel welcomed here! Everyone always says: “we’re lucky to have you”, and with someone like you we are. But that’s not the point, sorry. Our school’s motto is: If you want support, you must offer something in return. Now, that could be taken in a bad way, but to me, you being here is making our teachers and students stronger. You’ve got our back and we got yours, ya know? It’s a little family here, even if you don’t see everyone! So, even when you’re weary or tired, maybe even about to give up, remember -- I got you.

I hope you have a great first year.

And in the darkness of his classroom, James has his heart stolen by a few words.

Two weeks. Rebecca tells you to wait two weeks before moving forward with anything. You’re a little confused by her sudden demands, but after getting Pietro’s advice you wearily agree to. However, you didn’t think that you were going to stop seeing James all together either. It feels like that moment all those months ago, but worst because you can’t help but look at the door every time it opens, hoping that it's him. The library was silent, no more laughs at lunchtime or geeking out over the VR tech, and for the first time in your life the building you loved couldn’t stop the loneliness you felt deep inside your heart. That’s when you knew --a week in-- that James was it for you.

“Hey Lib, are you okay?” Michelle asks the 2nd Tuesday without seeing James, after lunch though she decides to stay behind and skip. Usually, you would shake your head and give her a note for when she needs it, but this time nothing -- just staring blankly at your desk. Her voice breaks you stupor for a moment, as you give her a sad smile. Then, it clicks.

“What did Mr. Barnes do?” Michelle asks in accusation, as you shake your head. She frowns, not entirely sure what to do besides grabbing your laptop and pushing it in front of you.

“You know what’s the best advice you can get from a teenage girl?” she states, while grinning and feeling slightly accomplished when you crack a smile at her own self deprecating comment.

“What?”

“Shop ‘till you drop,” she grins and the two of you end up surfing for new clothes and stationery from different countries until the end of school, and while you feel a little guilty, you can’t help but feel a little better.

Here’s the thing, every early March for awhile now, the adult Barnes kids celebrated James’ birthday early because soon afterwards he would be traveling to different science and space conventions that he was invited to. This year was a little different since their parents were on a cruise and their younger sisters, due to various reasons, couldn’t attend. This left a very bossy Rebecca and William to deal with everything with some side help from Steve and Peggy, but this also allowed her to set-up the stage for your inevitable confession.

The problem was that you didn’t know that James was her older brother, so it had been struggle for both her and Pietro to convince you to go when you clearly didn’t want to date the man, especially when you clearly loved someone else. It had been a hassle to get everyone gathered in Washington Market Park (with the traditional party set up around an old wooden bench with starry tablecloths and plates since everyone was going to bring something), Rebecca knew the memories that felt special for Bucky in this particular area and she wanted to make him happy again. What she didn’t expect is how early you would get there and just how pretty you would look in the late spring weather, as you give her a bashful smile, wearing a blouse and long skirt with a stylish pair of shoes. It seems like Michelle’s instance worked out in the end.

“He’s just gonna die, when he sees you like this,” Rebecca smiles, as you stand in front of her and give her a confused look. It was now or never,she thought with hope and worry in her heart.

“Becca, I don’t know your brother,” you explain, unsure of where this is all going, “I thought--”

“You do know my brother, sweetie,” Rebecca tries to soften the blow, as she looks into your panicking eyes, “Please don’t be mad, but do you know what the ‘B’ in the store’s name stands for?”

“Bumble bees?”

“Close. More like the Barnes children are all busy little bees ,” she smiles, thinking about her childhood and what her father used to say whenever all four of them used to run around this very same park on special outings. She signs, ready to devastate you but in the best way possible, “Rebecca Barnes is my maiden name, and I run Barnes’ Stationery.”

You’re quick to put two and two together.

“Then, you knew… all this time?” you ask, voice quivering and shock running through your veins, though there is a little part of you that doesn’t want to believe, but you know Rebecca you never lie to you, “Does James know?”

“No, he doesn’t know… this was all my idea,” she explains, noticing the shaking in your hands as the panic gets the better off you and your throat dries out at the moment. She hopes you’ll stay, but your next words don’t shock her either.

“I can’t do this.” you whimper and even though you know she had the best in mind for you --for James-- you can’t do it like this -- you aren’t ready for the pain, “I gotta go, Becca.”

“Please,” she tries to plea softly, but you have already let go of her hands and run off.

At the same time, Steve, James, and Peggy are all early for this time honored tradition and are walking in the opposite direction and get to see some of interaction going on between you and the younger Barnes, as Bucky watches you walk away with a very distressed Rebecca just standing there trying to take some deep breaths. Peggy looks at the two in a way that they know she means business before heading over to the expectant mother. James stands dumbfounded at the situation and how pretty you look before Steve finally decides to step in.

“Go get her!” the blond yells, as Bucky jumps out of his daydream after seeing that you have gone deeper into the park.

Steve pushes him to get moving, as Bucky nods and starts running down an all too familiar path, too high on his personal emotions to realize it has started raining. It reminds him of how when he’s always at the end of his hope, Steve somehow manages to save his ass -- Bucky really owes that punk too much.

“Oh, are star pens popular now?” Steve questions, as they sit in together during lunch though Bucky is busier grading some quizzes, looking at said writing utensil, “The assistant librarian has one just like yours.”

“Who?” Bucky stops everything and looks at his oldest friend, who obviously didn’t know that James had been looking for the person that written the note all those months back. He had struggled and searched, moving from Natasha to Ms. Hill, thinking one of them knew about the stationery store or even wrote like the little note he had locked up and safely kept in his desk drawer, but no such luck. James had given up.

“Mr. Philips’ assistant. Sweet woman, if not a little shy,” Steve explains, as blue eyes widen, “She tends to hide in the library a lot, but you can always see her running around, doing errands for him.”

Bucky’s heart staggers and stops. He knows he has to meet this woman, and he wishes with all his heart that it’s her.

James stops running as the rain starts falling a harder, finding himself in an area of the park were there are splattering of old gazebos here and there. He runs a cold hand through his matted air, as he looks every which way that he can searching for you, worry that you might get sick or injured due to the rain burning within in his chest. He walks around a bit more, looking into every gazebo he passes until he sees a figure sitting in one near the lake. Bucky starts walking a bit faster, though he wants to stop and admire how beautiful you look today, taking in the fact you had dressed up in a long, dark skirt and flattering blouse just for him.

Steve is right about one thing, the library assistant is a tough gal to catch though he was sure he had caught glimpses of her here and there. He had even meet Mr. Philips and though he was a quiet man James could tell there was a stern aura to him, that he knew well enough they wouldn’t get along if he ever crossed the library.

He knows you have those stars pens that Becca carries, hell even the little bag you carry had the familiar bee logo -- the one he knows to make like the back of his hand. It has to be you, but when will get the chance to say something, even a simple thank you. He gets his chance early one morning, half way through his first year. James gets in way earlier to work than he should, but it was one of those nights where his thoughts wouldn’t let him sleep -- he was tired and a mix of all other negative emotions that he still refused to acknowledge. He signs the roster without another word to the office secretary, though he hears an unfamiliar voice that has him perking up for a moment.

“Good morning,” is all she says softly. The morning sun is swans and heavenly behind her and James is awestruck. She clutches her books a bit closer than before as she gives him a tight but sweet smile before heading out of the office. This is it, this is the one person he had been searching for months now.

This is her, and James falls in love completely. But, he also knows he’s still not in a good place.

However, now wasn’t the time for reminiscing. Right now, James needs to make this happen, this longing and love that has haunted him for 3 years a reality, and that started by calling out your name. He runs a hand through his wet hair as blue eyes watch you shivering for a moment, as you move to the other side of the gazebo, though he doesn’t stop walking towards you until he has you backed into one of the pillars. There are tear steaks on your face and while he wants to hold you, he knows that won’t help his cause.

“What did Becca tell you?” James asks hesitant, unsure of how much of his feelings were told to you by Rebecca, even though he doesn’t want to think of his sister as that type of person. However, she tended to push things to far at times when she wanted to get things done her away.

“Today, that you’re her older brother,” you explain while playing with the buttons of your new blouse, “Before that you had run back home, bad fiancee. You weren’t doing well back then...she’s was trying to get me on a date with you some time ago though.”

You laugh weakly at the last part, still unsure of how to merge the image of Becca’s deadbeat brother to James’ handsome visage. Maybe, love did really make you blind? However, James only frowns because he had been in bad place for a long time and it wasn’t until everything settled down that he finally did get help -- your note had been a great support during that time. However, he didn’t go to counseling and all those sessions due to the ideal image he had of you, it was for himself -- because James was tired of what he wasn’t, falling in love with you and what he saw every chance he could in those 3 years was part of the process. Everything, including his sister and your best friend melding had brought him to this point.

Now, if he could just fucking confess.

“I--I--I…” you take a large gulp of air, as you break his train of thought. However, first thing is calming you down of whatever lead to this panic attack, though he knows it is surely related to him.

“Yeah, but that was a long time ago. First, ya gotta calm down, doll,” he admits and steps forward, placing his hands on top of yours and rubbing circles on your palms; he’s secretly happy you don’t turn him away at this point, “Take it easy, one step at a time.”

You take a deep breathe, gaining all the imaginary courage you have and grip his hands tightly. Your voice is a little sore when you begin, as curious blue eyes stare at you -- wondering if you are going to reject him like he always feared you would.

“I-I hated not seeing you these past few weeks,” you confess, as Bucky stops breathing for a moment,“I’ve known for awhile now, but it took that time for me to realize I’m falling in love with you.”

“What?”

“I know you love someone else,” you don’t let him speak, as everything comes out in a rush due to your fear. Your eyes close as you let it all out, “But, I’m in love you, James Barnes.”

“I’m sorry to disappoint you, sweetheart,” he’s surprised, and you’re ready for the killing blow, as he lets out a lovesick sigh. Truly content that everything is finally falling into place, “There’s nobody else, but you. Been in love with you since Day 1.”

“What?”

“I love you -- just you, have for a long time now,” he murmurs softly, blue eyes full of adoration meeting yours as he brushes your bottom lip with his thumb. You’re dumbstruck as you open your eyes and a faint, weary giggle leaves your lips. He smiles, placing his forehead on top of yours, the rain drowning out anything else, as you press a hand on his cheek with a shy smile on your lips.

“Literally, two fools in love, huh?” you question with a teasing uptick in your voice, as he laughs. His bubble of happiness soaring even higher, as he places his cold hand around your waist and you don’t push him away, eyes equally loving as his own.

“Yeah--” James begins to say, but the emotions and dizziness that come with such a confession make you a bit bolder than usual, as you move your hand to the back of his neck and pull him -- his lips crashing into yours as he lets out a little gasp of surprise.

Bucky catches up quickly, as he tightens the hold on your waist, pulling you closer to his body heat that you can feel through his wet clothes. Soft and slow, memorizing every part of this moment, James rubs small circles onto your wet shirt just above your waist, as you whimper and put your arms around his neck bringing him in as close as you possibly can -- because it’s not enough, it’s never going to be enough . And you two stand there, kissing and laughing for a good long while, enjoying the simple bliss of it all.

The stars, and everyone else in the party later on, lets out a collective sigh as these two fools in love, finally become lovers indeed.

Part 13

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