Guyssss I'm going to see Thunderbolts tomorrow and I'm so excitedddd!
Never alone
Bucky Barnes x Reader
A/N This is a part of my 100 followers celebration. I'm sorry I'm posting these so late at night but it's the only time I've got to post them. I wrote this on my phone so there might be more mistakes. Also, likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated.
THIS IS NOT AN 18+ FIC BUT I STILL FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE WITH MINORS READING MY FICS SO PLEASE DNI IF YOU ARE A MINOR
Summary You get back from a mission and Bucky isn't in a good state.
DO NOT REPOST ON ANY OTHER APPS/WEBSITES. THE ONLY PLACE THIS FIC IS ON IS TUMBLR.
Warnings Fluff, angst, crying, mentions of depression/ptsd
It was inevitable that Bucky was going to have good and bad days but today was worse than bad. He had never felt so alone.
You had been on a mission for 1 month now and Bucky was missing you a lot. You had called him the night before to tell him that you were only gonna be 2 more days but that didn't help. The constant nightmares made him feel so tired and depressed.
Bucky was halfway through making himself a cup of coffee when he heard the door open to your shared apartment. Before he could turn around, you were wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing kisses to his back.
"I missed you so much babe," you told him.
Bucky turned to face you, "I missed you too doll."
Bucky opened his arms and you hugged him. He buried his nose in your hair. You stood like that for a couple of minutes before you felt something wet on your hair and Bucky’s body tremble. You pulled back to see him crying.
"what's wrong babe?" you asked, cradling his face between your hands.
"I-I felt so alone while you were gone doll. I feel so stupid but the nightmares came back," Bucky sobbed.
You jumped up onto the nearest counter and opened your arms. Bucky walked over to you and rested his forehead under your chin while you rubbed his back.
The counter helped you be higher than Bucky so you could properly comfort him.
"shhh, you're not alone anymore and you're definitely not stupid. Your feelings are valid and you are allowed to cry babe," you whispered into his ear.
Bucky continued to sob into your chest for some time before the sobs turned into small sniffles and hiccups.
"I'm sorry doll for doing this to you. You're probably tired and me crying is the last thing you need right now," Bucky said looking down.
You put your hand under his chin to get him to look at you.
"I told you it's ok. The last thing you need to do is worry about me."
Bucky lifted you up and walked intp your shared bedroom. He placed you gently onto the bed and went into the closet to get a pair of boxers and a worn t-shirt . He knew how much you love wearing his clothes to bed.
You got changed and joined Bucky under the covers of your bed. You laid down with your arm out so Bucky could lay with his head on your breast.
"I thought you were gonna be a couple more days."
"Me to, but we got things done quickly. I'm sorry for not telling you, I just wanted it to be a surprise."
"it's thd best surprise I could ask for doll," Bucky looked up at you "when did you shower because you don't look like you've just come off a mission."
"I used one of the showers in the compound so I would be ready to go to bed as soon as I got here," you explained.
"I love you doll, so much, more than I could ever tell or show you," Bucky said, looking at you.
He leaned up to press a chased kiss to your lips.
"The same goes for you baby, I love you so much and I want you to know that you're never alone. I'm always a phone call away and if not I can promise you that I'll call you back as soon as I can."
"You're my world doll," Bucky mumbled with a smile in his face.
His eyes were getting heavy and he was welcoming the sleep which was something he hadn't done in a month. He knew that whenever you were there he was never alone and safe from the nightmares.
With that, he fell asleep, forgetting the coffee he was making himself in a pointless attempt to keep him from sleeping. Only thinking about how happy he was to have you home.
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Mission 100
A/N This is something random that I wrote. It has nothing to do with any fandom or anything but I would like to know your thoughts on it. Its also like 1.4k words long which is a lot for me. its pretty average for most people tho I'm just lazy
THIS IS NOT AN 18+ FIC BUT I STILL FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE WITH MINORS READING MY FICS SO PLEASE DNI IF YOU ARE A MINOR.
Summary NONE- read the warnings though
DO NOT REPOST ONTO ANY OTHER APPS/WEBSITES. THE ONLY PLACE THIS FIC IS ON IS TUMBLR.
Warnings Violence, Mild gore, it's about an assassin (need I say more?), angst, thriller kinda
The sky outside is torn apart by the jagged spears of thunder from the storm. The woman is anxiously awaiting a call. A call that determines her future actions. Her glossy, red nails tap on the table, keeping time with each passing second.
She’s a tall, slender woman (around 5”11) with a pale complexion and eyes like that of a feral cat- dangerous and unnerving. Her cheeks are a pale pink colour which matches her lips. She is dressed in a black suit with a black shirt that has the top button undone. On her feet are a pair of glossy black stilettos.
She is starting to get impatient.
The woman walks towards the adjacent room and the dusty floorboards creak with each step. The rain is beating against the thin, single-glazed windows which groan with the force of the winds, a sign the storm is getting worse.
She pushes the door open to reveal a man tied to a chair with nylon rope. The rope is tied around his chest and feet, attaching them to the chair. His hands are zip-tied together and a cloth has been tied around his head to act as a gag.
The man looks around 50 and his eyes are wide in fear. However, this fear is one he is familiar with.
The woman walks over to the table situated behind the door. She grabs a switchblade and holds it up. The man begins to frantically writhe about, he would scream but he knows it’s futile. Being in a house in such a secluded area makes situations like these worse for the victim but more fun for the captor.
The woman swiftly approaches the man. He lets out a whimper as she holds the blade to his neck.
“All you had to do was agree. You had to sign on the dotted line and this wouldn’t have happened,” she whispered.
She presses the blade into his neck, not enough to break the skin, but enough to make the man turn pale in fear of what she’ll do next.
“Now the boss has got me doing this. Again. And for what, all because you want to keep this old house,” she sneers.
The woman is about to continue speaking when she is interrupted by the telephone ringing. She slowly pulls away as a smirk makes its way onto her face. She puts the switchknife back onto the table.
“I’ll be back,” she tells the man before exiting the room.
She walks back into the other room and looks at the rotary phone screaming for her to answer it. She approaches the phone and picks up the handset.
“Hello,” the woman says to the person on the other end of the line.
The woman pauses for a few seconds before replying.
“I’ll make sure I do that boss.”
She puts the phone back on the switch hook.
The woman saunters back into the room where the man is supposed to be only to see he has escaped. She hears thudding on the stairs and grabs her swtichknife off the table before going to look for the man.
She trudges down the stairs in search of her prey. She goes into every room she comes across and checks each one thoroughly. Just as she is about to give up, she hears a familiar jingle of keys and runs towards the front door.
“So you thought you would escape me, you should know by now. I will always find you,” she sneers at the man.
“This isn’t you, you know it,” he tells her with pleading eyes.
“You don’t get to tell me who I am or how I act,” her voice trembles at the last word.
She pulls a gun out from the holster strapped to the back of her trousers and makes sure it’s loaded and the safety is off. She holds the gun up with a trembling hand. Tears start to gather in her waterline.
The man turns and tries to unlock the door. His attempt to free himself is ended when a gunshot is heard. This is followed by a thud and a cry of pain from the man.
The woman begins to sob as she steps over the man as she finishes unlocking the door and steps outside. The rain soaks through her clothes in a matter of seconds and her hair is sticking to her forehead.
She walks through the overgrown garden to a wooden bench almost engulfed by nature. She sits down and looks forward blankly.
That’s when it happens. She can see it. Happiness.
It was cold outside but the blankets wrapped around her kept her warm. She heard footsteps before her father walked into the room and picked her up. The girl giggled as he spun around with her in his arms.
He kissed her on the forehead and walked into the living room where the fireplace had been lit. He sat the girl on his lap and they sat there in silence, soaking up the heat…
The woman comes back to her senses when she hears groaning coming from the house. She practically jumps off the bench and grabs her gun.
She crouches behind a nearby bush and slowly makes her way towards the noise. It’s the man dragging himself out of the house. She huffs in annoyance and stands up.
She approaches the man with an emotionless face and picks him up by the collar of his shirt. He is drenched from the rain and he’s losing blood fast.
The woman drags him inside and closes the door, which she props him up against. She crouches down to his level.
“You could’ve made it out of this alive if you had just played dead for a few more minutes,” she whispered.
“You could have let me make it out alive.”
“And risk being skinned alive. I don’t think so,” she has an unidentifiable look on her face now.
She looks remorseful but merciless at the same time. Two emotions which usually represent two different sides of a story but not this time.
The woman grabs the man by the collar of his shirt again and begins to drag him into a bedroom.
Once they get there she only just manages to get him onto the bed.
“You don’t have long left, I hit the artery in your left leg,” she tells the man, checking her gun.
She looks up, confused he didn’t answer. Her eyes full are of sorrow but her body language shows her violent nature.
“What do you expect me to say?”
“Something!”
“You don’t have to do this,” he tells her.
“Don’t you understand? I have no choice. You’re my mission,” she doesn’t shout this time, she puts her gun on the bed and looks down at the floor.
“Then complete your mission, my love,” he whispers to her.
In a matter of seconds, the woman picks up her gun and shoots the man in the head. The gun falls out of her hand as she observes the crime scene she has created. Then, the guilt starts to set in.
The thunder outside roars and the lightning lights up the sky like fireworks.
The woman walks over to the man's corpse and grasps the knife in her pocket. She pulls it out and neatly carves ‘mission 100 complete’ into the man’s arm.
She grabs some blankets off a nearby chair and tucks the man in. She picks up her knife and gun before exiting the room.
The woman walks upstairs and back into the room with the phone inside. She calls the person from earlier, her boss. After a few seconds, he picks up.
“Mission 100 is complete sir,” she informs him.
“I congratulate you, your debt is paid and you are free,” her boss declares.
She puts the handpiece back on the switch hook. Once again, her face is emotionless but her trembling hands and unsteady steps convey her true emotions of shock, relief and regret.
She slowly makes her way back down the stairs for the last time. She goes back into the room where her latest and last mission lies, motionless and pale.
She almost hopes he is still alive. As she enters the room she feels tears start to gather in her waterline again.
The woman approaches the man for the last time. She sits on the bed next to him and smooths her hand over the blankets that once belonged to her. She leans over to the man and plants a kiss on his forehead.
“I’m so sorry father,” she whispers before sobs overtake her body.
She lays down and curls up next to the man.
Her repayment has cost her everything, her life, her happiness, her spark.
Finally, she is free and she has no debts.
She has no family.
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GUYSSSS I just saw Thunderbolts and it was fucking amazing!!!!
And ofc Seb's hot as FUCK
Cuddles
Steve Rogers x Fem!reader
A/N This is one of the first fics I posted on my other account and I thought I lost it, luckily it just wasn't labelled. Comments, likes and reblogs are appreciated and all mistakes are my own so if you see any just comment them.
Summary You just got home from a long mission and you missed Steve (a lot).
DO NOT REPOST ON ANY OTHER APPS/SITES. THE ONLY PLACE THIS FIC IS ON IS TUMBLR.
Warnings fluff
To say you missed your boyfriend, Steve, was an understatement. You had just gotten back from a three-week long mission with Nat and Clint at an abandoned Hydra base to get some information on the winter soldier. Luckily, the mission was successful and there weren't too many problems other than a few traps that caught the three of you off guard since they were strategically placed.
However, you were missing Steve a lot. And although the mission was less than a month, and you had spent longer away from him, you were still missing Steve and his amazing hugs.
You could see Steve waiting for you as the Quinjet landed. As soon as the Quinjet opened, you were running towards Steve as he opened his arms to welcome you.
Steve groaned as he took the impact from you running into him and wrapped his arms around you as you wrapped yours around his waist. You both stayed like that for a while before you pulled back so you could kiss Steve in what felt like forever.
“I missed you so much baby,” Steve said, breathless from the kiss.
“I missed you too Stevie,” you gave him a chassed kiss on his lips before making your way to the floor you and Steve shared with Bucky so you could shower.
After your shower, you changed into one of Steve’s t-shirts and some shorts before going into the living room on your floor and joining Steve on the couch.
“Do you feel better now honey?” Steve asked.
“Much better,” you responded with a smile.
Steve lifted his left arm to rest on the couch behind you as you moved closer to cuddle into his side and rested your head on his chest. You stayed there for a while as you watched whatever show was on the tv until the end credits were rolling.
You looked up at Steve as he leaned in to meet your lips in a kiss filled with pure passion. You could feel butterflies in your stomach as your and Steve's tongues fought for dominance.
This romantic situation was then ruined by the sounds of retching coming from behind you. You turned around to see Sam and Bucky stood at the door pretending to gag at the sight of your and Steve’s affection.
“You’re just jealous that you don’t have anyone to kiss birdman,” you said to Sam which he responded to with a scowl.
“And you can't handle the fact that I've got a girl before you jerk,” Steve said to Bucky with a smirk on his face.
“Punk,” Bucky replied.
“Anyways we came here to tell you two love birds that food is ready,” Sam said, rolling his eyes.
You and Steve stood up and proceeded to walk with Sam and Bucky to the elevator.
“You two better not start making out in the elevator or else I won't want my food.” Sam said while crossing his arms.
“Jeez Sam were not animals,” you replied.
“I dunno if I believe you y/n. The things I've heard says different.” Bucky said with a disgusted look on his face.
“Come on Buck, we’re not that bad,” Steve was smiling because he knew that you both weren’t exactly quiet in the bedroom.
Once the elevator doors opened, the four of you walked out and into the dining room where everyone else was waiting for you. Everyone was sitting down and they had left four seats for you, Steve, Sam and Bucky to sit in.
You sat down next to Nat and Steve sat on the other side of you. You put your hand on Steve’s thigh whilst you used your other hand to eat.
“So y/n how was the mission?” Tony asked.
“It was alright I guess. Some of the traps were so fucking hard though.”
“Well Hydra treasured cyborg so I'm not surprised.” Tony responded.
“Hey! Don’t call me that. At least I don’t have to dress up in a stupid suit to become helpful.” Bucky snarled at Tony.
Tony just rolled his eyes before turning to Bruce to talk about sciency things that no one but them understood.
After everyone had eaten, you and Steve excused yourselves. You held hands all the way from the dining room up until you reached your ensuite where you both brushed your teeth. After that, you got into bed while Steve changed into some sweatpants.
Steve got into bed next to you and lifted his arm so you could rest your head on his chest. You leaned up so you could kiss him again before returning your head back to its previous position. You threw an arm over Steve's stomach and hooked a leg over one of Steve’s so you could be as close as humanly possible to him.
“Is there anything you want or need, baby?” Steve questioned.
“Just cuddles from you. That’s all I need Stevie.” This made Steve smile.
You kissed his chest and then closed your eyes as you slowly drifted into a comfortable slumber while listening to the steady beat of Steve’s heart.
“G’night Stevie.” you whispered sleepily.
Steve only heard your comment because of his super hearing and he let out a quiet chuckle.
“Good night darling,” Steve said although he knew you didn’t hear it because of your breathing which signified that you were fast asleep.
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Happy Birthday🩷🩷
(Your birthday is just at the same day as Bucky’s!!!!)
Firstly thanks xoxo !!!
Secondly I was so happy when I found out that I share the same birthday as bucky lmao
Confessions
Steve Rogers x Reader
A/N 'SUP BITCHES, I'M BACK TO POSTING... But on a serious note kinda I think at this point I've got to accept that I haven't got the mental capacity or attention span to regularly post on Tumblr. Also, there will be a part two to this. maybe even a part three. I also want to thank those who have continously supported my other posts although I haven't posted any new fics in months I love you all. And as always likes, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated.
THIS IS NOT AN 18+ FIC BUT I STILL FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE WITH MINORS READING MY FICS SO PLEASE DNI IF YOU ARE A MINOR.
Summary Confessions are made and discussed, changing the dynamics between you, Steve and Bucky
DO NOT REPOST ONTO ANY OTHER APPS/WEBSITES. THE ONLY PLACE THIS FIC IS ON IS TUMBLR.
Warnings Fluff and angst.....lots of angst.
Today, you and Steve were going on your monthly date. You were dressed in the new outfit you bought with Natasha the day before. Your makeup was minimal, and your hair was in Steve’s favourite style. He wouldn't admit it, but every time you do your hair like this, it always ends in some mind-blowing orgasms.
“Are you ready, doll?” Steve shouted from the bedroom as you were checking your outfit in the floor-to-ceiling mirror in your ensuite.
“Yes, I just need to get my bag and phone,” you responded.
“I’ve already got them for you.”
You walked out of the bathroom, smiling at your boyfriend since he knew how forgetful you are. He held up your bag and you checked it to ensure nothing had been forgotten, and unsurprisingly, everything you needed was in there.
“Thanks, babe,” you told him before pressing a kiss to his lips.
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You had arrived at the restaurant just in time for your reservation. Steve made sure to open the door before you could open it for yourself, and you thanked him. You approached the host stand and waited for a minute before a waitress with long, purple hair and an array of piercings approached you.
“Do you guys have a reservation for tonight?” She asked with a smile.
“Yes, for Rogers,” Steve told her.
She typed on the laptop on the desk, “Ah, yes.” She clicked on something and then asked you to follow her.
She took you to a table in the far corner of the restaurant, which meant you and Steve could have more privacy. Both of you thanked the waitress after she handed you a couple of menus.
“I didn’t think you were going to take me somewhere so expensive, I would’ve worn nicer clothes,” you told Steve, looking around the large restaurant with dim lighting and elegant tables and chairs. “The menu doesn’t even have the prices on it.”
Steve playfully rolled his eyes and responded, “ Firstly, my love, you wouldn’t be comfy in your nicer clothes, and secondly, you’re not paying, so order what you want and I’ll pay.”
You stuck your tongue out at him and proceeded to look through the menu while talking to Steve about your week.
After 10 minutes, the waitress returned, and you and Steve ordered your drinks and food. She returned a minute later with your drinks, telling you that your food would be out shortly.
You both put your menus to the side and looked at each other. There was a tension in the air and neither of you wanted to discuss it.
After a minute of being uncomfortable, you huffed and broke the silence, “So, Bucky.”
“Yeah, Bucky,” Steve responded, looking down.
“Y’know you don’t have to feel guilty,” you tried to grab his hand but he just pulled away- your eyes softened at the action.
“I do,” he took a deep, shaky breath “I confessed to my girlfriend of 3 years that I have a crush on my childhood best friend.”
“You don’t need to be ashamed Steve, you can love another man.”
“I know…it.. it's not that.”
“Then what is it, babe? I can’t begin to help you if you don’t tell me where the issue is.”
“Do you not see the issue, I love you and Bucky….If you make me choose…I-”
You cut him off before he could say more, “Who said you had to choose?”
“Wh…what?”
“I really didn’t want to tell you this but I have a thing for you AND Bucky but when we got together I didn’t want to tell you that I also found your best friend of over 80 years hot.”
Steve’s face scrunched up in confusion, “So why did you agree to go out with me, darlin’?”
You smiled “Because you asked me first and I assumed that since you approached me, I wasn’t Bucky’s type. But that’s ok because you’re amazing. I truly feel the same way about you and Bucky. I-I just didn’t want to admit it for a long time.”
A smile had crept its way onto Steve’s face. “So where do we go from here?”
“Well, it depends on what you want. If you want to continue our relationship then I’ll be happy but if you want to pursue a relationship with Bucky then I'm equally as happy. Your happiness is what determined my happiness so if you have to be with Bucky to be happy I'm not making you choose, I'm simply letting you love the person you want to not who you feel like you should love,” tears had started to gather in your waterline and Steve’s too. You were about to continue but Steve got there first.
“But I want both of you,” his voice cracked on the last word and your heart shattered.
“You can have both of us, I was just about to say that we could discuss adding Bucky to our relationship.
Steve looked you in the eye, “Really?” he was wiping away the tears that had started to fall, “how does that work?”
“Have you heard of polyamory before?” Steve just shook his head in response “Well, it's a word used to describe a relationship involving more than two people.”
“You would do that?” he asked his tone hopeful.
“Of course I would I love you so so so much and Bucky is so sweet and amazing,” you replied with a smile.
Steve was about to respond but the waitress came along with your food and placed it on the table in front of you and Steve.
“We can continue this talk after dinner,” you offered to which Steve agreed.
You ate your food in a comfortable silence. It wasn’t long before you both finished and decided against dessert in favour of getting back to the compound and talking to Bucky.
The waitress brought the bill over and Steve paid, leaving a hefty tip as you both left, hand in hand, getting yourselves ready to talk to Bucky about your…… shared interest in him.
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These fics can be read in any order
Fluff-💕
Angst-😢
Part 1-💕
Part 2-💕
Happy Birthday to my favourite metal-armed supersoldier 🎉💕
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PLEASE READ ALL WARNINGS. IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT DON'T READ IT.
Day 1- Can't sleep (Bucky Barnes)
Day 2-Clingy (Steve Rogers)
Day 3-Never alone (Bucky Barnes)
Day 4-A perfect winters day (Bucky Barnes)
Day 5-Christmas shopping (Bucky Barnes)
Day 6-Grinch (Tony Stark)
Day 7-prank war (Loki Laufeyson)
Day 8
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